Spotlight & Excerpt: Angelfire + Giveaway

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Angelfire
by Christina Bauer
(Angelbound Lincoln, #5)
Publication date: February 8th 2022
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Young Adult

“Angels, demons and romance… YES!” – C.S., Amazon
“So addicting! Highly recommend!” – Diary Of A Wannabe Writer
“I. LOVE. LINCOLN.” – Antonella’s Book World

Someone is making life hell for our favorite royal couple, Lincoln and Myla. Natural disasters have the after-realms falling apart. Humans are going to war left and right. And the hottest couple ever can’t find two minutes alone. Sheesh.

The problem? Lincoln’s evil brother.

Yes, you read that right. Brother.

Turns out, Lincoln’s father was a busy guy in his youth… and now Connor’s secret son, Truman, wants his share of the throne. Even worse, Truman is as awful as Lincoln is noble. When it comes to claiming royal power, nothing stands in Truman’s way. Sure, Lincoln is tied by angelic blood to his half brother. But will that connection link them together… or ultimately tear the after-realms apart?

Angelbound Lincoln Series
Stories from the perspective of Mister the Prince
1. Duty Bound
2. Lincoln
3. Trickster
4. Baculum
5. Angelfire

Perfect for teen and young adult readers who want their book series to deliver: badass world building, angels, demons, paranormal romance, fresh themes from contemporary fiction, LOL romantic comedy, gods and goddesses, dark fantasy, strong girls and women as heroines, themes about loners and outcasts, the best laughs in humorous literature, general coming of age whackery, and (most importantly) truly unusual epic fantasy.

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Excerpt:

LINCOLN
AGE TWENTY-ONE

With every step, the noises from the Silver Meal Hall grow louder. My pulse speeds. The entrance to the hall is a wide archway. If we stand on the far-left side, we can see into the chamber without exposing our position. From this spot, Myla and I wait and watch.

The Silver Mead Hall is a long and rectangular room. Hundreds of silver shields decorate the walls. Long wooden tables line the floor. The focal point of the room is a heath on the far side. While most of the chamber is empty, the tables by the fireplace are packed. Nobles sit jammed onto the benches. The tabletop overflows with flagons of mead.

Father stands before the fireplace. At one point, he must have been fully dressed in his royal outfit. My guess is that he’s taken off his tunic and chain mail. Now, father wears a long undershirt, saggy leather pants and his silver crown. He wobbles as he raises a flagon of mead, making liquid slosh onto the floor.

“Who are all the blue shirts?” whispers Myla.

I reply in a voice only she can hear. “Blue and gold is the color of an obscura thrax. They have no house yet. This might be a mixer party so the new thrax can make a selection.”

Myla frowns. “But we get reports on all new thrax. There haven’t been any in months.”

Connor raises his mug again. More liquid sloshes onto the floor. “Brothers and Sisters! I’m here because nothing more important than family. That’s how we survive, right? Thrax stick together.”

The nobles all pound their respective tables with their fists. Others stomp their feet.
Connor lifts his drink to his lips. “Empty! How am I out of mead?”

The obvious answer is that Connor is standing in a puddle that was once his drink. But no one here says the obvious answer. I scan the nobles. Everyone’s back is to me, so I can’t see much. Even so, I know one thing for certain. Mother isn’t here.

A servant comes by to replenish Father’s drink. “Much better, thank you.” He takes a big swing from the cup. “Allow me to toast our newest addition… the reason we’re all celebrating today…”

Myla takes my hand in hers. Father should be toasting the arrival of his grandson. Our child will one day become the Great Scala. He’ll have powers across the after-realms. Myla’s skin is cold. So is mine. We both suspect the truth.

If Father were going to celebrate baby Maxon, he would have done so by now to our faces.
Still, I can’t avoid the spark of hope that lights in my chest. I recall that day so many years ago when I stood onstage at the Achilles Festival. I saw a loving couple who were expecting a child. At the time, I never thought i’d experience that. Yet, here I am. Surely, there’s a universe in which father is happy for me, even if he expresses that joy behind my back.

Father gulps down more mead. “Please join me in toasting my beloved son…”

Everyone stands and raises their own flagon.

“Truman!” cries Father.

One of the obscura thrax steps up from the nearest mead table. He wears a tunic of blue and gold. In our portrait gallery, there’s a painting of Connor on his twenty-first birthday. He’s burly and tall with blonde hair and mismatched eyes. This Truman fellow is like that painting has come to life again.

“Thank you, oh gracious king.” Truman wraps his arms around Connor.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Father.”


Author Bio:

Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too.

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.

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Book Blitz & Excerpt: The Moonstone Girls + Giveaway

The Moonstone Girls

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Book Title: The Moonstone Girls

Author:  Brooke Skipstone

Publisher: Skipstone Publishing

Cover Artist: Cherie Chapman

Release Date: Feb 14, 2022

Genre: Historical (1967/68) F/F romance

Themes: Coming out, Rejection, Forgiveness

The story is full of drama, heartache, humor, and hope, set against the backdrop of the late ’60s—the Vietnam War and the draft, racial prejudice, homophobia, and a revolution in music.”

Queer rep: lesbian main character, lesbian and gay side characters

Trigger Warnings: homophobia, internalized homophobia, slurs, death, suicide, car accident, insensitive language/jokes, PTSD.

Heat Rating:  2 flames    

Length: 103 500 words/ 338 pages

It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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In 1968, a seventeen-year-old queer girl traveled to Alaska disguised as a boy.

 

Blurb

Tracy should have been a boy. Even her older brother Spencer says so, though he wouldn’t finish the thought with, “And I should have been a girl.” 

Though both feel awkward in their own skin, they have to face who they are—queers in the late 60s. 

When both are caught with gay partners, their lives and futures are endangered by their homophobic father as their mother struggles to defend them. 

While the Vietnam War threatens to take Spencer away, Tracy and her father wage a war of their own, each trying to save the sweet, talented pianist. 

At seventeen, Tracy dresses as a boy and leaves her parents in turmoil, with only the slimmest hope of finding peace within herself. She journeys to a girl with a guitar, calling to her from a photo, “Come to Alaska. We’d be great friends.” 

Maybe even The MoonStone Girls.


Excerpt 

Hours later, after I’d practiced piano, had a few arguments about the war at dinner, and listened to complaints from Mom about Spencer’s continued absence, I slipped into my pajamas and tried to stay awake, listening to “19th Nervous Breakdown” from the Stones’ Big Hits album.

Something stumbled against my door. I heard Spencer cuss. I ran to the door and yanked it open just as my very drunk brother rapped his knuckles against the air.

“Whoa,” he said. “Where’d the door go? Hey, Sis.”

He wobbled just outside my room with a lopsided grin on his face then put his finger to his lips. “Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m drunk.” He giggled.

“No shit.” I put his arm over my shoulder and turned him around. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Whaa . . . No.” He jerked his arm away and banged it into the wall. “Ouch. Why’d you hit me?”

“You hit the wall, Spencer. Get to bed before you wake up Mom and Dad.”

He put his hands on my shoulders and his face an inch from mine. “You need to meet Pablo. He’s outside.”

“He drove you home?”

“Yeah. He thought I was too drunk to drive.” He breathed and giggled. “He’s a really nice guy. We had a good time.”

I laughed, trying not to pass out from the alcohol fumes. “Evidently.” I had never seen Spencer drunk. Dad would let us drink wine at dinner sometimes. Maybe share a beer between us. But Spencer was never that interested. Probably because Dad said a man’s got to learn how to hold his liquor. “What did you drink?”

His eyes crossed. “Tequila. Oh, that’s the best. From itsy bitsy glasses.”

“A shot glass?”

He held his hand like a pistol. “Bang. Bang. Shot after shot. C’mon, you need to meet him.”

I helped him down the stairs. He tiptoed to the foyer then grabbed the front door handle. Red lights flashed through the glass at the top of the door.

“Cops?” I helped him open the door, and we both stared at a policeman with his foot on the back of a young man, spread-eagled in our yard.

“Don’t you move, son,” yelled the officer.

Spencer’s eyes bulged as he screamed, “What are you doing?” He ran toward the officer.

Somebody’s going to get shot! I followed. “Spencer! Stop!”

“He’s my friend!” He pushed the cop nearly to the ground then bent down to help Pablo.

I ran to the officer whose hand moved toward his holster. “That’s my brother’s friend. He drove my brother home and was waiting to meet me.” I stood between him and the boys, holding my arms up, gasping for breath.

The man looked at me. “You live here?”

“Yes, with Spencer and my parents.”

Pablo was on his knees crying. “I thought he was going to kill me.”

Spencer knelt and pulled Pablo to his chest. “You’re safe. You’re safe.” He bent down to pick up Pablo’s white beret, brushed it off, and set it on his head.

Pablo was thin and shorter than Spencer. His mouth hung open as he gasped for breath; his face was wet with tears.

Spencer clutched the boy against his chest and glared at the cop. “What did he do?”

“He was a Mexican outside our house at midnight,” I said. “Right, Officer?”

The man tightened his eyes at me. “I’ve never seen him in this neighborhood. He looked suspicious.”

“Suspiciously brown?” I barked.

“That’s enough, Tracy,” said Dad, tying his robe, as he strode down our walkway. “I’m Arthur Franks. This is my house. Did the boy do anything wrong?”

“He looked like he was trying to get inside that car, and I knew it wasn’t his.”

Pablo’s voice cracked. “I wanted my cigarettes. I just wanted to smoke a cigarette. ¿Qué carajo?”

I hoped the cop didn’t speak Spanish because Pablo had just said “What the fuck?”

“Are we done?” I asked.

The officer rested his hand on his pistol. “You sure you want this kid in your yard, Mr. Franks?”

“No, I’m not, but he’ll be gone soon. We’ll take it from here, Officer.”

“Okay, but if you need anything, just call dispatch. I can be back here quick.” He shot Pablo one last glare before sliding into his Castle Hills patrol car and drove away.

“Where have you been, Spencer?” Dad growled. “And do I smell alcohol on you?”

“If your nose works,” Spencer giggled. “We stayed at Dr. Sorel’s for a while then went to Pablo’s cousin’s house. I think I had one too many shots of tequila.” He giggled again.

“Maybe two too many,” laughed Pablo with a thick accent.

“You said tutu!” Spencer laughed.

“No, I said two too,” laughed Pablo as he playfully patted Spencer’s face. 

“Jesus,” Dad muttered as he folded his arms and glared at the two boys.


About the Author 

Brooke Skipstone is a multi-award winning author who lives in Alaska where she watches the mountains change colors with the seasons from her balcony. Where she feels the constant rush toward winter as the sunlight wanes for six months of the year, seven minutes each day, bringing crushing cold that lingers even as the sun climbs again. Where the burst of life during summer is urgent under twenty-four-hour daylight, lush and decadent. Where fish swim hundreds of miles up rivers past bear claws and nets and wheels and lines of rubber-clad combat fishers, arriving humped and ragged, dying as they spawn. Where danger from the land and its animals exhilarates the senses, forcing her to appreciate the difference between life and death. Where the edge between is sometimes too alluring. 

The MoonStone Girls is her fourth novel. Visit her website at brookeskipstone.com for information about her first three novels—Crystal’s House of Queers, Some Laneys Died, and Someone To Kiss My Scars.

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Audio Spotlight & Excerpt: Brielle and the Alien Geek + Giveaway

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Brielle and the Alien Geek

Intergalactic Brides Book 1

by Jessica Coulter Smith

Narrated by Su Hendrickson

Genre: Sci-Fi Romance

 

The moment Syl sees Brielle, he realizes the sassy Earth woman is exactly what he needs in his life.

Brielle has waited faithfully for her fiancé to return from Terran Prime, only to discover she’s been engaged to a lying, cheating bastard who tosses her out on her rear the moment he’s back on Earth. Not one to go down without a fight, Brielle will do anything to ensure her survival – even sign up for a bride exchange on another world.

Syl has lived his life in his lab, always preoccupied with his experiments. But the moment he sees Brielle, he realizes that perhaps his life has been missing something after all. Wanting and having are two different things. What would an exotic-looking female like Brielle want with an alien geek like him?

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He cleared his throat, realizing that he was just standing there, staring at her.

“I thought I’d welcome you to the building,” he said and then held out his hand, remembering that people on Earth shook hands when they met someone. “I’m Syl. I live upstairs.”

She slid her hand into his, her fingers curling around his as the heat of her palm sparked against his flesh. He felt the hair on his nape stand up and an immediate reaction in his pants, something he hoped she didn’t notice. Her gaze held him spellbound, the green depths sultry, promising many nights of passion to the male lucky enough to claim her.

“I’m Brielle,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you.”


Victoria and the Alien Doctor

Intergalactic Brides Book 2

 

Doctor. Hero. Alien.

Time is running out. Victoria Mathers has tried everything. Her daughter has a rare cancer that hasn’t responded to any of the treatments human medicine has to offer. If she can’t convince the sexy alien doctor to help her, she knows she’ll watch her child die. Victoria will do anything to save her daughter, even if it means bonding with an alien for the rest of her life.

Per Earth’s rules, Xonos isn’t allowed to treat humans, unless they’re one of the new human-alien pairs. However, looking at the small human child who is obviously suffering tears at his heart. It’s been his life’s work to save people, and he isn’t sure he can stand by and watch an innocent child die when he might be able to help.

What starts as a simple arrangement quickly turns into something more as Xonos and Victoria grow closer. It isn’t long before she realizes that she yearns for his touch and she wants so much more from him than he may be willing to give. Love was never mentioned when they struck their bargain, but now she’ll settle for nothing less.

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Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.

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