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REQUIEM OF THE SOUL (The Society Trilogy Book 1) by A. Zavarelli and Natasha Knight

Release Date: March 24th

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Blurb:

I was born with noble blood in my veins.

Heir to a powerful dynasty.

Wealth. Power. Aristocracy.

Temptations too dangerous to resist.

Until someone tried to steal it all.

Scarred and broken, I emerged from the flames.

Now I’ve returned to take what’s mine.

Revenge.

The first item on my agenda?

Make Ivy Moreno my wife.

Second?

Bend her until she breaks.

About A. Zavarelli:

Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of dark and contemporary romance.

When she’s not putting her characters through hell, she can usually be found watching bizarre and twisted documentaries in the name of research.

She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies

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Natasha Knight is the USA Today Bestselling author of Romantic Suspense and Dark Romance Novels. She has sold over half a million books and is translated into six languages. She currently lives in The Netherlands with her husband and two daughters and when she’s not writing, she’s walking in the woods listening to a book, sitting in a corner reading or off exploring the world as often as she can get away.

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Book Blitz & Excerpt: Expiration Date + Giveaway

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Expiration Date
By Mardine Perrins
Medical Thriller, Dystopian
Paperback & ebook, 304 Pages
March 4, 2021 by Kat Biggie Press

A conspiracy theory no one would have guessed.

It’s 2168 and expiration dates have been a part of the human genome for the last hundred years. Society has grown accustomed to these birthmark dates, revealing the day you will expire. But suddenly, an exponential number of infants are being born across the globe with very short expiration dates, giving them only hours, days to live.

Elisa Quinn’s cousin’s baby is amongst these born with shockingly short expiration dates. Devastated over the rapid demise of the baby, Elisa begins to search for answers. Not satisfied by the response the global government is providing for the growing number of short expiration dates, she sets out to discover what could be behind this alarming trend. Aided by two scientists, Ashlei Quinn and Claude Monark, Elisa investigates the long-standing gestational supplement of nutriment injections as a potential source in the shortened dates.

While researching, the trio uncover an extremist group, Restituere. They learn of the group’s plot to control the growth of the population, potentially exterminating a large portion in the process.

Armed with their new revelations, Elisa and Claude travel to Boston seeking help from the one person they thought they could count on, only to find themselves fighting for their lives. Unable to trust anyone, they venture out on their own to interrupt Restituere’s plot. They soon find themselves in the middle of a deep global conspiracy, and in the crosshairs of those who would stop at nothing to see this plot through.

Unless they can prevent this deadly group’s plans, their loved ones will be lost and the human race altered forever.

If you love Dan Brown’s, Deception Point; Michael Crichton’s, The Andromeda Strain; and A.G. Riddle’s, The Atlantis Gene, you will love Expiration Date.

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Melissa Morrison put her feet up on a chair in the break room, resting her head on the table. The door opened slightly and June, a student nurse, poked her head in.

“She’s ready, ten centimeters dilated.”

Melissa lifted her head slowly and dropped her feet to the floor. The dark circles under her eyes told of the last eighteen-hour, three-day shift she’d been working.

Melissa entered the room as the laboring mother—Shauna, she re- minded herself—screamed with her next contraction. She watched the woman’s husband, David, get swatted away each time he tried to dab her head with a cool cloth, and wondered how much longer she would tolerate the attention.

One wall was painted with a mural of lilies, lupine, peonies, primrose and asters—an English garden to soothe the trauma of labor— while the other featured lambs and geese frolicking together in the countryside, washed over with a melancholy overtone contrary to its playful characters.

Melissa was happy to see the friendly face of the woman’s cousin, Elisa, who was standing by the birthing bed.

David was pacing. “Is the doctor coming soon? I think she’s ready!”

“He’s on his way,” Melissa said.

“I’m going to be a dad in like five seconds and I don’t exactly know what to do here.”

Melissa glanced at Shauna, panting and gripping the sides of the bed—she let out a grunt.

“Okay well, I’m pretty sure there’s not much for you to do here. I believe Shauna will do most of the work,” Elisa assured him. “Your job is to be supportive.”

Dr. Reed Frederick entered the room. “Elisa, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Hi Reed. I’m here for moral support.” She side-eyed David with a smirk.

“Great, the more the merrier.”

The room was set up for expectant moms to deliver on one side of the room with a half wall separating the newborn baby area. The baby’s nook was filled with baby supplies and brightly lit with white walls.

Melissa observed as June pulled the sterile drape off a covered table and began to prepare for baby’s arrival.

“Melissa,” Dr. Frederick glanced at the nurse, “informs me that you are completely dilated and ready to go.”

“I’m ready,” Shauna panted.

Elisa scrunched her face as Shauna contorted hers with a contraction. She let out a little scream and immediately resumed her breathing exercises.

Everyone assumed their positions, with David holding Shauna’s hand repeating, “Breathe, breathe.”

Elisa stood at her head as silent support, though occasionally giving words of encouragement. The only wall not adorned with animals or flowers was the one facing the birthing bed—it was a plain lavender.

Melissa smirked, glimpsing Elisa mouthing the screams with Shauna as she pushed with each contraction.

Twenty minutes later the shaky cries of a five-pound baby girl filled the room—Jessica, they decided. The anxious mother grappled for her daughter, rapidly searching for the birthmark, as the baby was whisked away to be inspected.

“I’ll have her right back to you in a moment,” June promised.

David turned back to his wife, while she lay back to rest, wiping the stray hairs away from her eyes and sweaty cheeks. He looked down at her, meeting her unsettled gaze.

Elisa backed away, not wanting to intrude.

In the baby’s nook, Melissa instructed June on how to examine the newborn infant using the Apgar score system—the practice of quickly assessing a baby’s health moments after birth.

She noticed June’s hands trembling, so she placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. June closed her eyes for just a moment and took a deep breath in to block out any distractions before performing a second test, checking the baby for signs of anything less than healthy.

“Heart rate’s good—110 beats per minute,” she blurted out, talking herself through it. “Reflex response.” She gently let Jessica’s head drop into her hand. “Spontaneous movement, sluggish. Next check,” she flipped the baby slowly from side to side, “baby’s… color… is… good.” She looked again and lowered her voice. “Hands and feet, slightly discolored. Respirations… slow and irregular.” Melissa watched over June’s shoulder as she finally wiped Jessica down, while apprehensively searching her tiny body for the same string of numbers Shauna had so desperately tried to catch a glimpse of earlier. Finding them, the date was clear. The birthmark read, 7152168. She looked up at Melissa and grimaced.

June loosely wrapped Jessica in a blanket and carried her to Dr. Frederick, who stood at the end of the birthing bed. She gently slipped the blanket away, positioning the foot so he could see the numbers. His weary eyes looked up, then from father to mother. “I’m so sorry,” he said quietly, glanced at Elisa, and mournfully left the room. There’s nothing more he would do here.

Shauna cried out. “Nooo, not her!”

Wails echoed throughout the ward from room 701. David let out a bloodcurdling howl.

Cupping her mouth, Elisa stood silently waiting in the shadows now, allowing the distressed parents space to absorb their child’s fate. A fate that is always possibly looming with each birth, but never easy to accept. She wiped the tears from her cheeks.

His eyes red and swollen, David reached toward Shauna, trying to console her. She flailed her arms, rejecting his efforts.

“Please God, no, no, no!” she cried desperately. Elisa moved forward and placed her hand on her cousin’s shoulder only to get pushed away— she crossed her arms and again receded to her haven against the wall.

David continued to attempt to console his wife, though he didn’t really have the will to completely contain her. Her arms still pushing him away, she inadvertently hit him in the mouth, causing a trickle of blood to form on his bottom lip. He noticed, but didn’t care, though he stopped trying to hold her. Distraught, he wasn’t sure how to calm his wife or even sure if he wanted to.

June swaddled Jessica and carried her to her parents. The new mom’s gaze followed her as she got closer, as though her baby would disappear if she turned away. She took her in her arms and kissed her forehead; her dad bent down to do the same, nuzzling his cheek against his daughter’s as if to take a little bit of her with him when he retreated.

“Check again,” he whispered to her. “Check again, maybe they’re wrong, maybe it wasn’t clear. Check again.”

Shauna opened her eyes wide. Another chance. A small wrinkled foot popped out as she meticulously unwrapped the pale pink blanket Jessica was swaddled in. Inching closer, Elisa fruitlessly tried to steal a glimpse from across the room. Everyone waited in anticipation knowing the result, but maybe…just maybe there could have been a mistake?

They both looked so quickly–perhaps they didn’t see well! She unwrapped the last layer and looked away briefly, then turned back. She raised Jessica’s foot, searching as if trying to focus on the words on the page of a book. Her face scrunched up and distorted into what was an unmistakable answer; she sobbed. Unable to hold his stance, David collapsed onto the side of the bed, and this time she allowed him to throw his arms around her and they wept together as a family.

Silently, Elisa made her way over to join Melissa and June. “What’s the date?” she asked in a whisper.

Melissa somberly looked into Elisa’s eyes. “July fifteenth, twenty- one, sixty-eight.”

Elisa gasped and softly said, “That’s three days from now!”

Suddenly, David pulled away from his family, turned and hit the wall, crushing his hand. He winced, but picked up the chair he’d been sitting in moments before and hurled it across the room, nearly hitting June. Melissa raced to push a button on the wall, while Elisa rushed toward mom and baby to act as a shield of protection.

The hospital loudspeaker urgently announced, “Code orange maternity, 7th floor, Code orange maternity, 7th floor.”

On Elisa’s hip she heard her pager, “Beep, beep, beep…”

About the Author

Mardine Perrins is a writer and a Registered Cardiovascular Invasive Specialist in a Cardiac Catherization lab in upstate New York. Forever fascinated by the unknown and questioning the unexplored, you’ll find her curiosities displayed throughout her work. Her imagination is driven by anomalies in nature; bizarre creatures that live beneath the sea; underground caverns teaming with undiscovered prehistoric life. She’s captivated with the complexity of the human DNA, mind and body and is drawn to natures ability to overcome, adapt and persist. She investigates why these things exist and how she can bring them to their potential through her stories. She currently lives in East Greenbush, NY with her husband, children and two cats.

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Spotlight & Excerpt: Tristan + Giveaway

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Tristan
by Jennie Lynn Roberts
(The Hawks, #1)
Publication date: February 22nd 2021
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

His redemption might be her downfall…

Tristan has nothing left to lose. His best friend’s betrayal cost him everything. Now, he’s going to take it back. All he has to do to get the Hawks reinstated to their rightful position at the palace is track down the traitor’s younger sister and turn her over for execution. But Nim’s not the girl Tristan left behind years ago; she’s a stubborn, loyal, beautiful woman, and he can’t stop himself from wanting her.

Nim fled with nothing when the king’s favorite came for her. All she has left is the conviction that her brother is innocent—and her determination to free him. She’ll do anything…even if it means convincing Tristan to help her. But the man he’s become is a far cry from the boy she fell in love with so long ago. He’s formidably stern and deeply untrusting. She’ll just have to hope he still has a heart under that battle-scarred exterior.

When love and duty collide, will Tristan follow his orders or follow his heart?

Tristan, book 1 in The Hawks series, is a sexy, steamy, adult fantasy romance full of swords, shifters (kind of), and tons of action. But fair warning: This book is intended only for readers who love slow burn romance, fast-paced adventure, soul mates and found family—and characters who curse when they fight for survival. If that’s you, happy reading.

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Gods, warm water. She could cry just at the idea of being clean.
She undid the stiff ties and breathed a sigh of relief as she took off the tight jerkin for the first time in days, letting her soft cotton blouse fall loose. She unlaced her long boots and yanked them off with a groan. She was about to pull down her breeches when she heard a quiet knock at the door.
“Who’s there?” she called, damping down her sudden nerves. The noise had startled her, but if someone wanted to hurt her, they wouldn’t have bothered knocking.
“Tristan.”
She didn’t want to face him again. Didn’t want to be reminded of her lonely teenage years as she slowly realized that what she wanted from him was never going to happen, that no matter how many times he visited, he never, really, saw her. Her even lonelier years as an adult, knowing that he didn’t want her and she didn’t want anyone else.
“What is it?” she asked, wishing he would go away.
His annoyed grunt was loud enough that she could hear it through the door. “I brought you some fresh clothes.”
She padded over and opened the door a few inches.
“Here.” He thrust a small bundle at her, no doubt his spare shirt and socks.
She hovered for a moment, uncertain. She didn’t want to take anything more from him, but she really wanted to rinse out her clothes.
He pushed it toward her. “Just take it.”
She reached out and took the bundle, glancing up at him as she did. As soon as he noticed that she was looking at him, the shutters came down and his face blanked, but what she’d seen in the moment before rocked her.
Just for a second, he had looked so much younger. Almost his old self. His eyes filled with a deep, complicated expression. Need. And uncertainty. And something like yearning.
But whatever it was, he hadn’t wanted her to see it.
“Why are you doing this, Tris?” she asked him carefully.
“Jos said you’d like fresh clothes.”
“No, not the clothes.” She waved her arm around the hut, indicating herself. “This. Bringing me here, helping me with Val.”
He looked confused for a moment, as if he didn’t understand the question, before replying, “It’s the right thing to do.”
“No,” she said, “it’s not. You are obliged to follow orders. That would be the right thing for you to do. Not this.”
She realized that she was clutching his shirt as if it could somehow save her from the dark look on his face and loosened her fingers.
She squared her shoulders and said what she had to. “You can leave me here. I don’t mind. I thank you, genuinely thank you, for bringing me all this way. I understand that this is against your orders and that it would be better for you to go.”
He strode into the hut and pushed the door closed behind him with an irritated click. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
She stayed exactly where she was, determined not to be intimidated. “I’m not that little girl anymore, Tris, the one that annoyed you so much. I don’t need another big brother bossing me around, and I’m very tired of you looking at me like you wish you’d never found me. I understand that you don’t want to be here with me, so just go.”
He stared at her for a moment before replying, his voice rough, “You’re right.”
“Okay.” She took a breath and let it out slowly, determined not to show how much that hurt.
“But not how you think.”
He stepped closer, and that time she did step back. He stepped closer again, and she tried to step back again, but realized she had her back to the stone wall of the hut.
He pressed one hand upon the wall behind her and leaned down, hard masculine body towering over her, lips against her ear, hot breath on her skin. “You’re right. You’re not a little girl anymore.”
He pushed himself a few inches away. Just enough that he could watch her, his eyes clear and completely focused on her. She felt herself flush, her breath coming quicker as a deep longing pooled inside her.
His eyes flicked to the open neck of her blouse, and he lifted a huge hand and ran the back of his knuckles ever so slowly just under the cotton, along the top of her breasts as he whispered, “And the last thing I feel toward you is brotherly.”

 

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Author Bio:

Jennie Lynn Roberts believes that every strong, kickass heroine should have control of her own story, a swoony hero to support her at every turn, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Because that doesn’t always happen in real life, she began creating her own worlds that work just the way they should. And she hasn’t looked back since.

Jennie would rather be writing than doing anything else—except for spending time with her gorgeous family, of course. But when she isn’t building vibrant new worlds, she can be found nattering with friends, baking up a storm, or strolling in the woods around her home in England.

If you want to talk books, romance, movies, reluctant heroes, or just about anything else with Jennie, feel free to contact her atwww.jennielynnroberts.com. But be prepared to settle in for a long chat if you bring up shifters, vampires, Star Wars, or The Princess Bride….

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