Spotlight: Oma and the Prince + Giveaway

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Oma and the Prince
by Susan Ngozi Nwokedi
Genre: Fairytale


Oma and the Prince is a unique African fairytale that follows the journey of Oma, a poor girl with a rare skin disease. Oma was ridiculed not only because of her skin, but because she aimed high. This fairytale encourages its readers to dream big and chase those dreams. It covers social topics such as bullying, self-advocacy, and diversity. Along with following their dreams, readers learn that the beauty that really matters is inner beauty.


Susan Ngozi Nwokedi is an award-winning filmmaker with over 15 years of experience in the film and entertainment industry. Nwokedi can be found online at After graduating from the University of Houston and obtaining two Master’s degrees, she founded TopLine Productions and Entertainment Company. Realizing her passion as an educator and a leader, she opened the Children Come Click Education & Technology Center, a supplemental education enrichment program that provides K-12 support and adult education services.

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Book Blitz: Deliverance & Lock, by Kimberly Knight

Title: Deliverance
Author: Kimberly Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: March 7th, 2021
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR




“The action of being rescued or set free.”

I never thought I would need to be rescued or set free from anything in my life, but that all changed when I took a taxi home after a night out with my friends.

But the taxi didn’t take me home. It took me to a warehouse filled with women in cages, and I found out that I was the newest captive. I was told I was lucky. I wasn’t lucky. This was my karma for flirting with the bouncer at the nightclub when I had a boyfriend waiting for me at home.


Ricardo Savior.

“A person who saves someone or something (especially a country or cause) from danger, and who is regarded with the veneration of a religious figure.”

I was a Navy SEAL, trained to save people. After I was medically discharged, my uncle tricked me and got me involved with the wrong family in New York City when I needed a job. Right away, the king made sure I watched him kill a soldier for falling in love with one of his girls, which meant I couldn’t act on my feelings when I fell in love with Erin. But I knew she sparked my interest at the club for a reason. I needed to save her.

Except, year after year, we were living in a nightmare of sex, lies, and murders because the only way out was to make the king fall, and I knew I had to wait for the perfect moment in time.

Or we would both be dead.


Warning: this book contains subject matter that is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains profanity, explicit sexual situations, and alcohol consumption.



Title: Lock
Author: Kimberly Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Fairytale
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Before Zell was born, her fate was sealed.


Held captive in a high-rise overlooking New York City since the age of twelve, she had no friends her own age, no life outside of the penthouse, and absolutely no choices of her own. But what she didn’t realize was the tower where she lost her freedom would one day become her salvation. Her prince would arrive, they would fall in love, and they would come up with a plan for her to escape so they could live happily ever after.


If only it were that easy.


Every girl dreams of her life becoming a fairy tale, even Zell, who’s knowledge of romance was simply from the books she stole from other girls at the brothel.

In a world where sex, drugs, and manipulation is solely the life she knows, the only fairy tale poor Zell would endure would be a sinister one …


Because freedom always comes at a price.

Kimberly Knight is a USA Today Bestselling author who lives in the mountains near a lake in California with her loving husband, who is a great research assistant, and daughter, who keeps Kimberly on her toes. Kimberly writes in a variety of genres including romantic suspense, contemporary romance, erotic romance, and paranormal romance. Her books will make you laugh, cry, swoon, and fall in love before she throws you curve balls you never see coming.

When Kimberly isn’t writing, you can find her watching her favorite reality TV shows, binge-watching true crime documentaries, and going to San Francisco Giants games. She’s also a two-time desmoid tumor/cancer fighter, which has made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans.



Spotlight & Excerpt: Grace by Contract + Giveaway

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Grace by Contract
Once Upon a Duchy Book 1
by Rachel Rossano
Genre: Fairytale-Inspired Romance


After her father uproots the family to the northern duchy of Brackenhurst, Grace Eldon and her four younger sisters struggle with a new life of hardship. Desperate to keep a roof over their heads amid mounting debts, she and her youngest sister seek employment in the Duke of Brackenhurst’s household despite fearsome rumors.
Scarred and maimed from a terrible fire Silas Isling, Duke of Brackenhurst, buries himself in his work to avoid the stares of pity and fear. When one of the new maids shows no fear at his appearance, he is intrigued. That is until his meddling steward gives her the task of cleaning Silas’ bookroom. It is a most unwelcome disruption since he prefers to be alone.
While a thief plagues his castle, an old nemesis reappears, and enemies invade in the guise of guests. Amidst the distractions and chaos, Grace brings some unexpected order. Once convinced his scars had stolen all hope for love, Silas finds his life forever changed by the quiet maid. Could she love a scarred Duke?
Inspired by Beauty and the Beast

Grace By Contract

Taking advantage of the interruption, I took my leave of the great hall. The main staircase to the upper apartments lay close, but the distant sound of a woman humming reminded me that Melly usually scrubbed the widest stair at about this time of the morning. As the largest job, I suspected she planned it so she would get a break during the meal before taking on the back stairs and my personal stairs, which went directly from behind the dais to the landing in the corridor outside my chambers in the southern wing.

I made for my private stair. Once I stepped away from the warmth of the blaze, I immediately felt the beginnings of a chill. The heat of my exercise had begun to wear off, and I needed to add layers soon or risk getting ill. Circumventing the high table, I ducked behind the tapestry below the windows.

I started up the stairs without looking ahead. Unbuttoning my collar in preparation for pulling the whole, linen and wool, over my head upon reaching my rooms, I didn’t realize that someone was in my path until my foot didn’t connect with the stone.

She let out a soft sound of distress as I hastily removed my clumsy booted foot from whatever part of her I had stepped on in the dark. Bracing myself against the stone walls, elbow on one side and hand on the other, I peered down into the murky shadows near the floor. My eyes failed me often enough in the best of light that I rarely expected much of them in the dim shadows. The steps near the bottom of my stair had no lanterns lit yet. It was the darkest of places to hide aside from my dungeon.

“Are you well?” I asked.

She had withdrawn by the distance of three steps. I gained a rough impression of dark hair and a pale face when she glanced up at me briefly before lowering her attention again to her offended limb. To my horror, even I could see that I had stepped on her hand.

“Is it broken?”

“I know not.” Her voice indicated tears and no hysterics, but I couldn’t trust that.

“Follow me.” I stepped toward her.

She scrambled backward as she cradled her hand to her chest. Even with my hindered vision, I recognized the clear demeanor of fear as she hunched her shoulders to protect her injured limb.

“Peace. I have no intention of hurting you.”

“I have no way of knowing that, my lord.”

“If you let me pass, we can go where I can help you. My former squire is quite skilled in the healing arts. He should be able to clarify what is needed.”

She looked up at me. Her face was a blur in the dim light. I couldn’t read her expression. If she could just step back two more steps, perhaps I would be able to see her features better.

“Your words say one thing and your face says another, my lord.”

“Pardon, how?”

“You glare as though it were my fault you tripped over me.”

“You were on the stair and crouched down.”

“It is hard to scrub the floor in any other position, my lord.”

I scanned the dim space for a bucket before spotting it at my feet. If I had stepped only a few inches to the right, I would have kicked that as well as injured her. “Where is the brush?”

“Here.” She picked it up from the step next to her. “I didn’t want you to step on it, too.”

“How kind of you.” Sarcasm crept into my tone despite my best efforts to remain pleasant. “If you would collect your things and climb the stair, I would like my squire to have a look at your hand.”

“Yes, my lord.” She complied with a swiftness that startled me. As she bent down to drop her brush into the pail, the scent of something filled my nose. I couldn’t place the smell. I was tempted to lean down and breathe deeper of it, but she moved away, climbing the stair, pail in hand.

At the top, she shied away from me like a frightened horse compelled by training to stay but wary of sudden movements.

In an effort to calm her with my lack of interest, I led the way through the door directly opposite the stair. We stepped into the corridor leading to my apartments.

She stopped in her tracks. “Where are you taking me?”

“My apartments.”

“I prefer to stay here, my lord.”

I stopped and turned. “Pardon?”

“In fact, I wish to leave.”

“Why?” I had hurt her hand. Surely, she didn’t wish to remain in pain.

“The pain has improved; in fact, it is almost gone now.”

“Show me.” I intended to call her bluff.

She hid her hands behind her. “It isn’t proper.”

“What? Last I knew there is no rule against you showing your hand to me.”
She shook her head. “No, it isn’t that. I was told to never enter your apartments. If I did, I would be immediately dismissed and my family evicted.”
I defended my privacy with more vehemence than most, but I wasn’t a complete beast or an unreasonable tyrant. “What if I personally pledge that you will be safe and not punished for entering my apartments?”

“No, thank you, my lord.” She curtsied and slipped back through the door to the passage. Before I could follow her, she was gone.

Rachel Rossano is a happily married mother of three children. She spends her days teaching, mothering, and keeping the chaos at bay. After the little ones are in bed, she immerses herself in the fantasy worlds of her books. Tales of romance, adventure, and virtue set in a medieval fantasy world are her preference, but she also writes speculative fantasy and a bit of science fiction.
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