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Soulmates and Slapshots

by Melissa Baldwin

 

(Love in Maple Falls)
Published by: September 17th 2025
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

I’m escaping the city. He’s chasing a fresh start. In a town full of surprises, love might be the biggest one.

Fiona
I’m a city girl turned temporary small-town resident—yes, I know, cliché. But after my life in Manhattan unraveled, I needed a reset. So when my aunt invited me to Maple Falls, I didn’t hesitate.
The slower pace is exactly what my burned-out brain needs. I’ve even made a few friends—including Weston Smith, a new player for the Ice Breakers hockey team who shows up when I need him most.

A local crisis draws me in, and suddenly I’m more involved than I ever planned. Maybe it’s the fresh air, or maybe it’s Weston. I came here planning to leave… but now, I’m not so sure.

Weston
Maple Falls is my fresh start—new team, new town, and a chance to prove myself. I didn’t expect to get wrapped up in this community so fast—or to fall for a certain city girl.
Fiona is bold and energetic, and I’m drawn to her more every day. When she’s pulled into a town-wide crisis, I don’t hesitate to help.

Maple Falls isn’t just where I play hockey—it’s starting to feel like the place where my future truly begins.


Soulmates and Slapshots is part of the Love in Maple Falls sweet hockey romcom multi-author series. In this slow burn, soulmate romance, a charming city girl meets a nice guy who falls first. Set in a small town with all the chemistry, but none of the spice.

Welcome back to Maple Falls—the small town where hockey players fall in love! This is a multi-author series of seven full-length books that could be read as standalones, but we think you’ll enjoy them best in order.

Fake-Off with Fate by Whitney Dineen
Offside and Off-Limits by Kate O’Keeffe
Checking Mr. Wrong by Anne Kemp
Skating and Fake Dating by Ellie Hall
Goalie and the Girl Next Door by Elsie Woods
Soulmates and Slapshots by Melissa Baldwin
The Icing on the Cake by Grace Worthington

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“Hi. Are you lost?” I ask.

Wow. That sounded like the worst pickup line ever, and I immediately regret saying it.

Before I can excuse myself, she turns around and gives me a curious look.

“No. At least I don’t think so,” she says. “Is Maple Falls even big enough to get lost in?”

I laugh. “That’s a good question.”

Why did I even say that? I’ve only been in town a short time, so I wouldn’t be able to help if she needed it.

“Honestly, I’m trying to decide what to do next,” she says. “I’m not used to having so much free time on my hands.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I admit. “What’s free time?”

She gives me a casual smile. “So what recommendations can you give a Maple Falls visitor?”

I knew it. She didn’t seem like a local.

I raise my eyebrows. “Well, I probably won’t be much help since I just arrived in town myself.”

She smiles. “Ah, another new person. That’s a relief because I’m assuming everyone else in this town already knows each other.”

“Most likely,” I agree. “But you’re not the only newbie, so don’t worry.”

“What brought you to Maple Falls, Washington?” she asks.

“Work,” I reply. This is the truth. I just leave out the hockey part, and I’m not sure why.

She flashes a slight smile. “That’s a good reason.”

I’m trying not to stare, but this woman is stunning. So flawless it can’t be ignored. And it’s obvious she has a confidence and openness that instantly draws people in.

“And while we’re on the subject, what made you come to this booming metropolis?” I ask, before she catches me staring.

A flash of amusement spreads across her face. “I’m visiting my aunt, and I actually left a booming metropolis to come here.”

“Really? Where?”

“New York.”

Now it all makes sense—she has a city girl vibe. She’s confident, polished, and a little bit mysterious.

“Ah, the city that never sleeps. It’s a great place,” I say. “One of my favorites for sure.”

She nods slowly. “It is. But there’s something special about this little town too.”

“I agree,” I say. “I moved here from Tennessee. Not quite as fast-paced as New York, but more thrilling than Maple Falls.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “I don’t know…I’ve heard Maple Falls isn’t as sleepy as people think.”

“Really?” I ask, leaning in a little.

She lowers her voice dramatically, even though the only other people nearby are across the street. “I heard there might be a town scandal happening right now.”

“Ooh, now that’s interesting.”

“Yes, it is,” she says with a playful smirk. “And they even have their own professional hockey team.”

I laugh. “Yes, I’m familiar with the Ice Breakers.”

She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes at me with curiosity. “Hockey fan?”

I shrug, unable to hide the grin pulling at my lips. “More than a fan. I play on the team.”

Her eyes widen. “Wait—seriously?”

“Weston Smith, defense,” I say, offering my hand. I’m not sure why I added my player position, but it doesn’t matter now. Maybe she likes hockey?

She takes my hand and grins. “Fiona Hale. And wait until I tell my aunt. She’s going to lose her mind when she hears this—she’s a die-hard fangirl of your team.”

I chuckle. “We love our fans. I’m sure I’ll meet her sooner or later.”

She studies me for a moment, clearly still processing. “So, you’re a hockey player.”

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About Author Melissa Baldwin:

USA Today bestselling author Melissa Baldwin always dreamed of sharing her stories with the world. She brought this vision to life, becoming an award-winning, bestselling author of over thirty romantic comedies and cozy mysteries. Melissa is also a wife, mother, new empty-nester, and travel advisor.

Her books feature charming, ambitious, and real women, whom she considers part of her tribe. Although she rarely takes a day off, when she’s not writing, she enjoys quality time with her family, traveling, attempting yoga poses, and booking Disney vacations. Melissa still uses a paper planner, and her guilty pleasures include Beverly Hills 90210 reruns and General Hospital.

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A fast-paced techno thriller that brings a gripping
conclusion to the E&A Investigations series as Mari Ellwyn faces her past,
her nemesis, and a web of high-stakes crimes.

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E&A Investigations Book 3

by Lisa Towles

Genre: Mystery Crime Thriller, Suspense

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A body vanished
from the morgue. A coastal town gripped by bank heists.

The only link is a
past that someone will kill to keep buried.

In Book 3 of the E&A Investigations series, Mari Ellwyn
and Derek Abernathy return to track a string of unsettling bank robberies.
Their case takes a dark turn with the bizarre disappearance of a body from the
local morgue, a mystery connected to the vanishing of the previous Medical
Examiner, Dr. Camille Bota. Their investigation plunges them into the dangerous
world of a multi-national organization involved in suspected fraud and fringe
technology research. For Mari, the case ignites a personal quest, forcing her
to confront the long-unresolved disappearance of her father, CIA operative
Richard Ellwyn.

The deeper she digs, the more Mari realizes that both she
and her father are inextricably linked to their lifelong nemesis, the notorious
international crime boss Jacques Martel. The missing body and the secrets
surrounding Dr. Bota become entangled with her father’s shadowy past and
Martel’s deadly machinations. In a high-stakes collision of family secrets and
criminal enterprise, Mari must confront her father and their shared enemy
before they both become casualties in Martel’s lethal game.

 

REVIEWS:

“A taut, high-intelligence thriller with real emotional
teeth…” – The Prairies Book Review

Fast-paced, smart, and full of twists, this is a thriller
that delivers both heart and heat.” —Scott Olsen, San Francisco
Book Review

“A breakneck techno-thriller that crackles with smart dialogue, raw emotion,
and relentless tension.” – Literary Titan

This exhilarating, action-infused crime thriller deftly incorporates suspense
with harrowing drama to keep readers turning the pages. – The Book
Commentary

**Releases on Sep 30th!!**

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I peered at him behind my dark glasses. He couldn’t see my eyes; I liked it that way. It was the kind of leverage I learned from him — micro power moves that looked innocuous but were carefully planned, psychologically strategized to the finest detail, like showing up for a negotiation dinner twenty minutes early. Your opponent arrives flustered, while you smile with a half-full martini glass. They’re already late to the party. I’d used that one many times.

“Are you glad to see me?”

“You’re a bastard,” I said.

He recoiled an inch but recovered instantly. I loved this moment. I ordered a second gin martini and maintained my distance, still observing him observing me. Such theater.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, reaching up to loosen his collar, realizing it was already unbuttoned. I made him nervous. So he cared about something after all. I wanted to say my childhood back, the one he missed and wasted while he was off doing whatever spies did back then, pretending to be a simple businessman from a State Department corner office.

“What do I want from you? I have no idea.”

“Really?” he asked. “Like you haven’t thought about it? Come on.”

“I’m curious why you came.”

“You’re my daughter, that’s why. Now answer the question.”

I wanted to ask him about Jacques Martel, my nemesis. Maybe he was his nemesis more than mine. And I wondered if he’d ever loved me or my mother at all. If I lowered his aviator glasses right now, would his eyes be wet after seeing his only daughter again? I felt a vibration on the floor, his foot tapping. Ah, his signature tell, and the only manifestation I’d ever seen of fear.

“You’re a liar.”

“Yes. I am. What of it?”

“You are still active.”

He puckered his lips, deciding.

“And I don’t believe in fairy tales.”

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Salt Island

E&A Investigations Thriller Series Book 2

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“This
book is an intricate, immersive, and riveting thriller, with plenty of
surprising twists and turns.” — Readers’ Choice

In the heart-pounding international thriller Salt Island, Mari
Ellwyn, a former-CIA private investigator, finds herself thrust into a perilous
world of high-stakes corporate espionage and ecoterrorism. As her newly formed
partnership with Derek Abernathy is put to the ultimate test, Mari faces a
daunting challenge that forces her to confront powerful ghosts from her past.

When billionaire CEO Jack Darcy’s reputation and IPO deal are under threat,
Mari finds herself entangled in a web of secrets, lies and corporate fraud. The
disappearance of Jack’s glamorous wife, coupled with the unraveling of a dark
secret within his esteemed environmental startup, leaves Mari with unanswered
question and a thirst for Justice.

While Mari’s partner Derek goes undercover to investigate a series of
suspicious deaths on a local farm in California’s Central Valley, Mari grapples
with the haunting truth about her missing father—a man with a double identity
and secret agenda. Determined to uncover the depths of her father’s involvement
with her case, Mari embarks on a solo journey to the British Virgin Islands, a
hidden Caribbean refuge that holds the key to her own identity and future.

With Derek gone and time running out, Mari must decide whether to risk
everything to uncover the truth or succumb to the powerful forces that seek to
bury it forever. Get your copy of Salt Island now and brace
yourself of a relentless rollercoaster. Secrets can’t stay buried forever, but
now Mari is alone, exposed and fighting for her survival.

What readers are saying about the
award-winning Salt Island:

“An often engaging tale of money, danger, and family.” – Kirkus

“An intricate, gorgeously written, character-driven page-turner with some
shocking twists.” – Prairies Book Reviews

“An intoxicating read, hugely entertaining.” – The Book Commentary

“An exceptional thriller and a riveting work of espionage, wrongdoing, and
discovery.” – Midwest Book Review

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Hot House

E&A Investigations Book 1

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Who killed Sophie Michaud? Stay up all night reading
this award-winning psychological thriller that has readers obsessed.

 Shot in the line of duty, ex
CIA operative Mari Ellwyn is again chasing adrenaline, when she reinvents
herself as a private investigator on a quest to find the killer of college
student Sophie Michaud. Every door Mari opens proves to be more perilous than
the last, but she’s hell bent on bringing the killer to justice—for Sophie,
students, and all women.

Teaming up with seasoned
investigator and former detective, Derek Abernathy, the crime-savvy pair
discover Sophie’s journal, which is filled with names and controversial
secrets—listed among them is Mari’s own father.

What secrets was Sophie
hiding?

As they connect the dots
leading to Sophie’s death, the blackmailing of a federal judge, and Mari’s own
family, Sophie’s murderer is closing in for the next kill. Facing an adversary
like none she’s ever experienced before, Mari must find her missing father and
reconcile her broken past before she becomes the killer’s next victim.

A multiple award-winning
novel, Hot House is a page-turning psychological thriller
packed with tension, secrets, suspense, and surprises. If you like Blake
Crouch, Harlan Coben, and Lisa Gardner, discover Lisa Towles’ E&A Series
today.

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First Place Winner of The Book Fest 2022 Literary Award, Mystery &
Crime category

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Literary Titan Gold Award for Fiction

Escape into this devious mind
mystery by getting your copy of Hot House now, so you can
solve the puzzle of who killed Sophie Michaud.

 

What readers are saying:

A dark,
edge-of-the-seat thriller. 
Highly recommended!”Chanticleer Reviews

Memorable characters make for a winsome, absorbing detective tale.” – Kirkus
Reviews

Towles does a fantastic job of pacing the
storyline so that the reader hangs on to every clue… I recommend this for
fans of crime fiction writers
Baldacci, Slaughter, and Gardner.” 
San Francisco Book Review

Award-winning author Lisa Towles delivers again and again with
her gripping thrillers…” Sarah
Lovett, Bestselling author

“The plot is propelled
forward by the clever use of suspense,
measured action, and ingeniously written conflict. It is a
moving and delightful read with cinematic
scenes
 and characters that will stick with readers for a long after
they turn the last page.” – The Book Commentary

“Hot House is an intricate
maze of blackmailsurprise and suspense delivered by
quirky characters, pithy dialog and LOL humor. Another hit by my favorite thriller writer, Lisa Towles.”
– Ana Manwaring

“Fans of investigative thrillers and mysteries will be the audience for
Hot House, but its ability to craft a sassy, fun series of dialogues and
inspections… creates an exceptional
read
 with a powerfully unexpected
conclusion..
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Midwest Book Review

“Towles has produced a
knockout novel with Hot House. Towles’s plot is as twisted and unpredictable… Nowhere will thriller fans find a more
engaging keep-you-on-your-toes read.” –
Literary Titan

“This meticulously
constructed, remarkable mystery deftly
explores people’s darkest flaws while revealing hard truths about the hidden
workings of the world. A fast-paced
and psychologically astute thriller.
 Prairies Book Review


Hot House is one of those books that pries your eyelids open and
doesn’t relent until you’ve reached the end. Good luck getting Mari out of your head!” – Benjamin Bradley

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Lisa Towles is an
award-winning, Amazon bestselling crime novelist and a passionate speaker on
the topics of fiction writing, creativity, and Strategic Self Care. Lisa has 11
crime novels in print with her newest title Specimen freshly released in
November 2024. The first two books of her E&A Investigations Series (Hot
House and Salt Island) were both #1 Amazon Kindle Bestsellers. Lisa also writes
standalone thrillers, such as her 2022 political thriller, The Ridders, which
won an American Fiction Award. Lisa is an active member and frequent
panelist/speaker of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and
International Thriller Writers. She has an MBA in IT Management and works
full-time in the tech industry.

Read more about Lisa’s
book on her publisher’s
website
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The Gentleman Thief Steals a Blanket

by Mark Nutter

 

Category: Adult Fiction (18 +), 296 pages
Genre: Humorous Fiction
Publisher:  BookBaby
Release date:   June 2025
Content Rating:  PG-13: Some language and a non-explicit post-coital scene   

Book Description:

Frustrated novelist Danny is resigned to writing material for trade shows, promoting garage doors and non-stick cookware. His ex-wife threatens legal action for non-payment of alimony. Danny never dreamed the answer to his troubles could be larceny.
But then wealthy, charming Packard Hale III reenters his life. He was Danny’s college roommate, and like Lupin and Raffles, he now fancies himself a gentleman thief. Packard hires Danny to write about his capers.

Danny follows Packard as they break into a mansion and steal, among other things, a priceless Chinese vase and a curiously valuable souvenir blanket from Branson, Missouri. However, it’s not Packard who is pursued by the police, but Danny.

Simultaneously, he struggles to please his client, a lawn-and-garden CEO with an erotic attraction to lawnmowers. Danny also endures abuse from Soren, a boozy has-been Vegas magician. He tolerates the mistreatment because of Crystal, the magician’s assistant. He’s falling for her.

When he learns Soren screwed Crystal out of rights to magic tricks she’s created — and in spite of the cops on his tail — Danny plots revenge. He and Packard attempt the daring theft of a state-of-the-art lawnmower—during a live performance in front of 400 people.

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 INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR MARK NUTTER
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What made me write a book about a Gentleman Thief? A few years ago I had Covid. I usually enjoy action movies when I’m sick, but this time I found myself craving the pleasure of a bloodless crime caper like Ocean’s 11, Topkapi, or The Sting. Since I’d seen those films many times, I decided to create my own breezy heist story.

Where did I get inspiration for this story? I’ve done my share of industrial shows. Clients included Sara Lee, Jovan, and Wilson Jones Office Products. Authors who inspired this book include Donald Westlake and P. G. Wodehouse.

There are many books out there. What makes mine different? There are many heist novels. Few are funnier than this one. Plus it’s set in Chicago, my home town.

If I could be any character in my book, who would it be? Of course I’d be the charming, bold, reckless Gentleman Thief himself – Packard Hale the Third.

Do I have another profession besides writing? I also write music and lyrics for the stage. I wrote the songs for ReAnimator the Musical, and I’m currently writing a musical set in a German POW camp during World War II.

Favorite travel destination: London, UK.

Favorite dessert: A bowl of Jordan almonds.

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Meet the Author Mark Nutter:

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MARK NUTTER grew up in a motel near Joliet, Illinois, which is not as glamorous as it sounds. He’s the author of the humorous heist novel The Gentleman Thief Steals a Blanket. He wrote three collections of comedic short stories: Giant Banana Over Texas, Dancer on the Ceiling, and Sunset Cruise on the River Styx. He won the Los Angeles Drama Critics Circle Award and the LA Weekly Theater Award for the music & lyrics for Reanimator the Musical. Mark also wrote for television (SNL, 3rd Rock from the Sun) and feature film (Almost Heroes). www.marknutter.com.

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THE GIRL IN THE MAZE
by R. K. Jackson
August 25 – September 19, 2025 Virtual Book Tour

 

 

Synopsis:
USA TODAY BESTSELLER • Perfect for fans of Alice Feeney, Megan Miranda, and Tana French, R. K. Jackson’s lyrical, twisty psychological thriller follows an aspiring journalist as she uncovers dark truths in a seaswept Southern town—aided by a mysterious outcast and pursued by a ruthless killer.

 

Now available for the first time as an audiobook, this lyrical novel comes alive in a tour de force performance by narrator Hillary Huber.

When Martha Covington moves to Amberleen, Georgia, after her release from a psychiatric ward, she thinks her breakdown is behind her. A small town with a rich history, Amberleen feels like a fresh start. Taking a summer internship with the local historical society, Martha is tasked with gathering the stories of the Geechee residents of nearby Shell Heap Island, the descendants of slaves who have lived by their own traditions for the last three hundred years.

As Martha delves into her work, the voices she thought she left behind start whispering again, and she begins to doubt her recovery. When a grisly murder occurs, Martha finds herself at the center of a perfect storm—and she’s the perfect suspect. Without a soul to vouch for her innocence or her sanity, Martha disappears into the wilderness, battling the pull of madness and struggling to piece together a supernatural puzzle of age-old resentments, broken promises, and cold-blooded murder. She finds an unexpected ally in a handsome young man fighting his own battles. With his help, Martha journeys through a terrifying labyrinth—to find the truth and clear her name, if she can survive to tell the tale.

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“A juicy, twisty literary thriller so captivating you might want to take the long way to your destination… Hillary Huber[‘s] mastery of accents from the melodious Geechee dialect to the broad vowel drawl of Southern aristocracy is on point and music to this Southerner’s ears.” ~ The Atlanta Journal Constitution

“A Southern Gothic thriller with a twisty plot and echoes of Tana French.” ~ Dianne Emley, bestselling author of Killing Secrets

The Girl in the Maze has suspense, action, memorable characters and even a perfect storm.” ~ Savannah Morning News

“One of the best books I’ve read [this year] . . . The Girl in the Maze is a genre-crushing story that’s part mystery, part thriller, with elements of horror. The result is a terribly entertaining novel.” ~ Cemetery Dance

“Enthralling . . . a psycho-thriller of dark secrets in a small historic Georgian coastal town.” ~ Judith D. Collins, Must Read Books

“This scared the hell out of me.” ~ Laura Otis, MacArthur Fellow, author of Müller’s Lab

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Audio clip from The Girl in the Maze a psychological thriller narrated by Hillary Huber:

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Book Details:

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Published by: Audiobook: Paradise Press in Association with Fright Night Audio; Print & eBook: Penguin Random House Audiobook Publication Date: August 5, 2025 Number of Print Pages: 300 Audiobook ISBN: 979-8-218-70529-9 eBook Links: Kindle | Goodreads | BN | Apple | Penguin

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Prologue

She wants to kill you.

Martha’s fingers tightened onto the Pentel No. 2 pencil, clutched in her lap like a secret talisman. Dr. Ellijay picked up the stack of test booklets, squared them on her desk with soft raps, and began handing them out. She walked slowly down the aisle, her heels popping on the linoleum.

Not today, Martha thought. Please, Lenny, not today.

Outside the casement windows, the campus was awash in gray, a silent movie, as it had been for days, suspended between fog and drizzle, the dull light suppressing shadows, flattening the neo-Gothic buildings of Ponce de Leon College like a plywood set. Only two o’clock, but outside looked more like dusk.

The quad was empty, except for a lone figure seated on a bench, a man in a tweed blazer taking notes in a composition book. He looked up in Martha’s direction, then down at the notebook, then toward her again. To escape his gaze, she looked elsewhere, beyond the campus buildings, above the crenellated rooflines. It was there again. She had seen it before, on bad days, and now it stretched across the buildings, high above the spires and turrets, gelatinous and nearly invisible except for a network of threadlike capillaries. It pulsed and it heaved, breathing, alive. Don’t look at it, Lovie. Lenny murmured in her ear, his voice moist and intimate. You know they don’t want you to see that, right? Just pretend you don’t see it. Today Lenny was only a voice, but on some days she could see him. He was tall and gaunt, his skin white and mottled, like the belly of a toad. Spiked hair. Blue jeans shiny with stains. Canvas sneakers, gray and frayed. Martha felt a touch on her shoulder, jerked around. “Relax, Martha.” Wade leaned forward in the desk behind her. “You look as tight as a piano wire. You’ll do great.” You won’t do great. You’ll die. Lenny hissed. S’truth. You’ll die if you even touch the paper. This was the first time Wade had spoken to her in months. In the early weeks of the semester, he had flirted with her, singled her out for special attention. For a while, the attraction had been mutual. She liked his pug nose, his subversive sense of humor. But that was before. Dr. Ellijay walked to the end of the next aisle, Martha’s aisle. Have a look out, Lovie. ’Ere it comes. Martha tried to concentrate, to review her mental notes. This was the final. Her grades had been floundering—that’s all part of the plan, innit?—but Martha had decided she would overcome the plan. She wouldn’t let them win. Don’t touch the paper, Lenny rasped. It’s printed with poison ink. It’s like them colorful frogs in Ecuador. We learned about that in Biology 101, remember? Beautiful, but lethal. If you touch the ink, you’ll die. Dr. Ellijay returned to her desk at the front of the room and glanced at her wristwatch. “All right, you have forty-five minutes,” she told the class. “You may begin now. Good luck.” Look at ’er. She’s watchin’ you. She wants to see you fail. Touch the frog poison, and you’ll die. Look out the window. The man on the bench, he’s watchin’, too. They’re all watchin’. They’ve all been waitin’ for this moment, doncha see? Martha stared at the page, paralyzed. She felt a drop of perspiration release from her armpit and crawl down her side. Around her, she heard the frantic scratching of her fellow students’ pens. They mingled with the sounds of the rats in the walls, the ones that chewed at the masonry with their sharp teeth, like yellow rice grains. The other students acted as if the rats weren’t there. She glanced at the clock. Six minutes gone already. She looked down at the paper and tried to focus, to form the answers in her mind. If you fall for it—don’t say I din’t warn you, Lovie. She wanted to cry, or to scream, but she was motionless except for the pounding of her heart. Don’t react. Don’t let ’em know. Don’t let ’em on to you, right? That’s the worst thing. She heard Dr. Ellijay’s footsteps approach and stop next to her desk. She didn’t look up. “Martha? It’s been ten minutes, and you haven’t even started. Are you all right?” A swarm of ghostly, amoeba shapes floated in front of Martha’s eyes, and she felt as if her head would explode. “Martha?” Dr. Ellijay placed a hand on her shoulder. Martha screamed and lunged out of her seat, pushing the desk over, causing books to tumble out. Run. It’s yer only chance—run like hellfire. She bounded up the aisle, reached the door, and flung it open with a bang. Run, Lovie. In the hallway, Martha collided with a student on his cellphone, texting. She turned the corner onto another hallway and spotted the door to the custodial closet. She tried the knob. It opened. She slipped inside, squeezed next to a plastic mop bucket with rubber wheels, pulled the door closed, and slid to the floor. In the darkness, she could smell ammonia. She heard the rats scurry around her. One brushed against her ankle, another along the back of her neck. Out in the hallway, footsteps approaching. Voices calling her name. But Martha remained silent, invisible. This is one thing we’re good at, hey, Lovie? Lenny said. We know how to vanish.

Chapter 1

Ten months later
Martha sat on an iron bench in front of the Wash-and-Fold and watched a column of ants as they marched away carrying crumbs from the smashed corner of a ham sandwich. She had made the walk from the Pritchett House to Tobias Avenue in only fifteen minutes, strolling past dew-damp lawns and sprinklers, reaching the business district early. Nothing to do now but wait and watch the town slowly wake up. The morning was hazy, already humid. The rising sun painted sharp, expanding triangles of yellow on the buildings and storefronts. Martha opened her leather satchel and unfolded the advertisement, the one Vince found on the bulletin board at the Gateway Center. She reread it for the hundredth time. EDITORIAL ASSISTANT The Historical Society of Amberleen, Georgia, seeks a full-time intern to assist with book project. Must be bright, organized, and detail-oriented, able to hit the ground running. Will transcribe/edit interviews, write introductions, assist with research. Three-month term with stipend. Assist with book project. Must be bright, organized, and detail-oriented, able to hit the ground running. Will transcribe/edit interviews, write introductions, assist with research. Three-month term with stipend. She felt restless, considered moving to the local diner for a cup of coffee, then scrapped the idea. Like so many things, caffeine was no longer admissible. She wished she’d brought a book to read, or maybe a newspaper. Anything to take her mind off the fluttery feeling in her gut, a sensation that took hold yesterday when the Trailways bus crossed the Intracoastal Waterway and rolled past that sign in the grass median:
Welcome to Amberleen. Spacious Oaks, Friendly Folks.
Martha held the leather satchel close to her face and sniffed. The smell calmed her. It reminded her of her father, who kept it bulging with papers as he shuttled between their house and the university. She tilted the satchel and heard a faint rattle from within, a secret sound. The part of herself she would keep hidden. A Lincoln Continental pulled up in front of the brick building across the street and parked. A tall woman with white hair and an old-fashioned, collared dress got out, unlocked the glass door to the building, and entered. Martha checked her watch—eight fifteen. She took out a mirror, freshened her lip gloss, and brushed a few strands of loose hair from her face. It was time. *** Excerpt from THE GIRL IN THE MAZE by R. K. Jackson. Copyright 2025 by R. K. Jackson. Reproduced with permission from R. K. Jackson. All rights reserved.

 

 

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R. K. Jackson

R.K. Jackson is a former CNN journalist who now works at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory. He is the author of two novels of psychological suspense: the USA Today bestseller The Girl in the Maze and its sequel, Kiss of the Sun, both originally published by Penguin Random House.

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The Magic of Painted Creek

by Robyn Kilgore

 

Publication date: June 24th 2025
Genres: Adult, Magical Realism

She only came back to settle a will, but her roots ran deeper than she bargained for…

Mabel Morrison considers herself fortunate to have a thriving art business at only twenty-five years old. After the sudden passing of her grandmother, Mabel leaves her mother, her only living relative, in Columbus, Ohio and finds herself back in Painted Creek, North Carolina to settle her grandmother’s affairs.

The longer she is stuck in town, the more she learns about her grandmother’s legacy and the family that came before her. As she starts to piece together a found family of her own, Mabel begins to embrace her other natural gifts within her paintings that she’s been denying for years. Suddenly, she imagines what life could be like in Painted Creek surrounded by friends, magic, and love. The future seems brighter than ever as she slowly begins to stray further from the path that was laid out for her when she was young.

But her newfound confidence is shaken when her new friendships are tested, setting off a chain of events that could change the course of Mabel’s life forever. Has Mabel inherited more than she bargained for? Or will she find the inner strength to embrace all of her gifts and hold on to everything she has never let herself want?

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The alarm clock crashed to the floor as I smacked at it for the last time. “I’m leaving that damn thing here,” I grumbled to myself. I felt crazy for having such strong feelings about an inanimate object, but I hated that alarm clock. Sitting upright and running my hands down my face, I felt more like a zombie than a human girl. Woman.

Whatever.

Unfortunately, I’d missed the off button for the alarm and the clock’s fall from the table hadn’t broken it or ripped the plug from the wall, so it was still happily wailing away from under the bed. And it didn’t sound muted. Oh no, now it somehow seemed to reverberate through the entire room as if the under bed acoustics were the perfect amplifier for my morning agony. Flipping myself over the edge of the bed and hanging upside down, I yanked the cord from the wall and huffed in relief at the sudden silence. Calling on core strength I absolutely did not have, I wriggled upright and collapsed back into the pillows.

In the sudden stillness, I took a moment to really look around my bedroom in the apartment I’d had for the last five years, the first place I could call my own when I moved out of my mother’s house. Looking at it now though, I wondered if I really could call it mine. I paid the rent and other bills, sure, and maintained my responsibilities, and theoretically made all the decisions. But I felt no sense of “me” in this space. The walls were a dull builder grade beige, as was the carpet. Hell, even my comforter was a slightly darker shade of beige. The only pop of personality in the room was my dark purple sheets, and even they were hidden away when the bed was made.

My mother had helped me choose the apartment, and all the things in it, when she finally conceded to my desire to move out at twenty years old. I had been financially self sufficient for a couple years, I was lucky in that way. My painting business had really taken off right after high school, and in a mere year I had acquired a nice little nest egg that continued to grow while I still lived at home.

I shook my head, not wanting to mentally relive the fights we’d had when I told her I wanted a place of my own. But I couldn’t help but wonder as I looked around my bedroom if this is what I would have chosen for myself. Even the artwork, now carefully wrapped up and ready to move, was bland and muted in color. Neutral. Safe.

I glanced back over at the offending alarm clock. My mother had even gifted me that alarm clock, saying that productive people got their day started early. “You started this.” I narrowed my eyes, pointed at it, and huffed. I realized the clock probably sounded louder because the room was now almost completely empty, and therefore echoey, not because the electronic device was actually yelling at me.

After one more second of reflection, and one more glare at the clock, I squared my shoulders and got out of bed. “No time like a new beginning to change your interior design choices. And I’m more productive at night anyway.” With that, I headed to the shower, vowing to leave the alarm clock and all things beige behind in the move.

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Robyn Kilgore lives in Tennessee with her husband, kids, dog and business manager (the cat). When she’s not working on a writing project or reading, you can find her chauffeuring her kids to activities… usually by way of a coffee shop drive through. Her love of vintage treasures, whimsical findings, and seeking magic in every day life led her easily to write magical realism novels. Robyn also has a small handmade jewelry and craft business, her first (and forever) passion turned business venture. She gives a nod to the experience of making jewelry in her first novel, The Magic of Painted Creek.

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One shattered birthday party.

Two teenage victims.

A city drowning in fentanyl.

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The Weird Girl

A Georgia Thayer Novel #2

by Carla Damron

Genre: Women’s Suspenseful Crime Fiction

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One shattered
birthday party. Two teenage victims. A city drowning in fentanyl.

Social worker Georgia Thayer (The Orchid Tattoo) has spent her career fighting
for the vulnerable, but nothing could prepare her for being a foster mom to
Tessa—a teenager haunted by her traumatic past. Determined to give her a normal
life, Georgia’s efforts to give her a normal life crumble when a neighborhood
party spirals into disaster, leaving one girl fighting for her life while
another disappears from the front yard of her family’s home.

As Georgia undertakes a frantic search for the missing girl, she uncovers a
dangerous fentanyl trade that snakes from hospital emergency rooms to high
school hallways to the darkest corners of her city. She is up against a
charismatic candidate for attorney general and a ruthless drug kingpin, two
powerful men willing to use lethal means to bury their secrets.

With her chosen family threatened, her faith in herself shaken, and an
unexpected ally emerging from the shadows, Georgia’s efforts to save one girl
puts her own in danger.

The clock is ticking. The truth is deadly. And every second lost could mean
another life destroyed.

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Lily Grace Duffy slipped out the front door of her family’s modest bungalow, holding the doorknob to control the click. Her parents normally slept soundly—her mother’s CPAP drowning out most other sounds—but she needed to be careful. Going out at this hour (or any time after dark) was forbidden, but tonight was definitely worth the risk.

Lily Grace wore black jeans and her favorite loose blue top. She’d taken in the waist of the jeans so they fit better. Her mom insisted she wear baggy clothes, but needle and thread (and wearing oversized sweaters around her mom) took care of that. At sixteen, she wanted her curves to show.

When the text arrived, inviting her to the party, she’d hopped out of bed. She rarely got invited to things—no, make that she never got invited to anything, but Ariel, the most popular girl in tenth grade, had sent out a group text that included Lily Grace. Perhaps it was an accident. Maybe Ariel didn’t mean for Lily Grace to receive the invite, but it had come, and she wouldn’t miss the party, even if it meant defying her parents and sneaking out so late.

She pulled the tube of lip gloss from her pocket and swiped it across her lips. She’d hurried to dab on mascara and blush before her hasty exit, and she wore her hair in a ponytail because she’d had no time to tame her unruly curls. She hoped she looked okay.

She used the flashlight on her cell phone to navigate the sidewalks. The party was at Cooper Hawthorne’s house, about half a mile away, on the outskirts of Columbia. When cars passed, she ducked behind trees, not wanting to be seen. Besides, a young girl walking alone at night might be bait for predators. Her mom always warned her about predators.

Her phone’s GPS guided her down Bryson Road. She knew from Instagram that Cooper’s dad had built a giant home on a few acres out there and that Cooper had a swimming pool and owned a big black Labradoodle named Bear. He’d been dating Ariel, and they made the perfect couple. Both Instagram-beautiful, with slim bodies and white teeth, they walked the halls of Dreher High School hand in hand, kissing before parting to go to class.

Maybe one day, Lily Grace would have a boyfriend like Cooper, too.

No cars came down Bryson Road, and no streetlights lit her way. Party noises thumped in the distance: pounding bass, the rumble of voices. Overhead, a pearl of a moon gleamed among a spattering of stars, and she smiled, glad to be far enough from ambient light to see constellations winking in the night sky.

Two more moons appeared, lower, dead ahead. A car weaving up the road. Its headlights shone on another figure—a girl walking toward Lily Grace. Someone from the party? Behind the girl, the car continued to approach, faster now, swerving like the driver had no control. Rap music blared from its sound system, and a voice sang off-key from its open windows.

The girl started to run. As she came closer, Lily Grace recognized her: Sara Clark, Ariel’s best friend, president of the drama club. The car continued its approach, weaving, the music rumbling in the night.

And then, the horrible thump of impact, a piercing scream as the car hit Sara and sent her flying. The car skidded against gravel, slid off the road, and nearly hit Lily Grace. She hurled herself into some bushes as the car smashed into a tree.

Then all was quiet.

She lay in the shrub, dazed, assessing her own body. Her limbs moved. Her head throbbed from hitting something. There were scratches on her arms from branches. But she was alive. She wasn’t sure if that could be said about Sara.

Oh God, Sara.

Lily Grace stood on wobbly legs, scanning the ground around her. She’d lost her phone when she flung herself out of the car’s path. Dammit. She needed to dial 911.

Her chest throbbed from landing on a rock or something. Her hands bled from landing on twigs. She had to find Sara. She’d never forget the awful sound of the car hitting her, not in a million years. It echoed inside her and soured her stomach. After a few unsteady steps, she managed to get to the road. There was no movement from the car a few dozen yards away. Sara should be nearby.

There, by the cluster of pines. Lily Grace rushed to her, falling to her knees, using the faint moonlight to scan Sara’s body. It was so very broken. An arm twisted in the wrong direction. Her leg askew. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed. Blood pooling beside her. The gash on her face—God. With a trembling hand, Lily Grace felt for a heartbeat. There. Faint, but there.

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A Georgia Thayer Novel #1

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Crime fiction that
makes a difference: in The Orchid Tattoo, award-winning author
Carla Damron delves into the disturbing world of human trafficking. 

Social worker Georgia Thayer can balance her own mental
illness with the demands of an impossible job. Mostly. But when her sister
vanishes in the dead of night, her desperate quest to find Peyton takes her
into the tentacles of a human trafficking network-where she encounters a young
victim called “Kitten.”

Kitten is determined to escape. She won’t be trapped like
the others. She won’t sell her soul like Lillian, victim-turned-madam, feeding
the dark appetites of international business moguls and government leaders. But
the Estate won’t let her out of its lethal grip, and her attempts at freedom
threaten her very life.

Aided by Kitten and, at times, by the voices in her head,
Georgia maneuvers to bring down the kingpin of Estate and expose its dark
secrets, but her efforts place her-and the few people she allows to get
close-in grave danger.

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Chapter One

At three a.m., I should be home in bed like any normal person, but “normal” fits me about as well as “perky” or “has her shit together.” Instead, I was in the windowless catastrophe that was my office, trying to ignore the page from the Emergency Department flashing on my phone: “Georgia Thayer to Bay Four.” The seventh time that day. I might as well move my desk down there, maybe claim a stall in the staff bathroom. With a frustrated grumble, I rose, locked the office, and made my way down to the ED.

I entered the curtained off bay to find a frizzy-haired woman sitting on a gurney, half-dressed, hand-cuffed, sunken in posture as though trying to disappear.

Mark Westfall, a staff psychiatrist with the girth of a manatee, bifocals askew on his bald head, motioned me left as he went right.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“New patient. Not talking. Looking like a level three.”

We used codes to delineate behavioral problems. Level three was bad. It meant needing restraints to keep the patient from harming themselves or others, but this small woman sat quietly, eyeing us as though we were enemy assailants.

I shot Mark a puzzled look because nothing about her screamed “management problem.”

“Just wait,” Mark said.

I took a tentative step closer. “Hey there. I’m Georgia Thayer, the hospital social worker. Can you tell me your name?”

She didn’t answer.

“Maybe you can tell me why you’re here?”

Silence.

“She’s not talking. They found her on a park bench. When the officer asked her to move on, she bit him.”

She gave a skittery glance in my direction.

I put her age at around thirty, skinny, and unkempt. She swung her legs like she was on a swing, her lips moving but little sound coming out. I inched closer.

“Careful,” Mark said.

What was he worried about? She seemed—

The banshee shriek she emitted nearly knocked me over. She leaped from the gurney and scrambled to the curtain encircling the bay; two nursing assistants pushed through to keep her from bolting. She screamed again as she jumped atop the gurney where she squatted like a bullfrog. Impressive move for someone in handcuffs.

“Told you,” Mark said to me.

“Hey, hey!” I said. “It’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you.” This woman was in torment. I spent the next five minutes trying to coax her to climb down, her looking wild-eyed with paranoia, then suddenly, she quieted. Again, she sat on the gurney—mostly silent, though her lips moved as though whispering to a ghost. A few minutes later, she flipped again, yelling, combative if we got close, Mark getting frustrated and ready to order a butt injection of some tranquilizer. Then she quieted again. Weird.

As the cycle repeated, I focused on what triggered the crazed outburst. Had one of us moved? Said the wrong thing? Then I saw it. Whenever the air conditioning kicked on, the banshee reappeared. When it shut down, so did she.

I told the med-tech to adjust the thermostat. “Are you nuts? It’s a thousand degrees out,” she replied.

“Just for a few minutes.” As the system shut down, the woman exhaled, her face softening as the tension evaporated. “You don’t like the air blowing,” I said.

She shook her head with vehemence, the first meaningful communication we’d had with her.

“Too cold?”

Another headshake.

“The noise?”

A slow nod. Weird, because given all the cacophony of noise that filled the ED, the air switching on was hardly noticeable. “That whoosh it makes?”

“No.” She inched closer, her sour breath on my face. “The laughing.”

Mark’s brows shot up.

“The laughing,” I repeated. “When the air turns on…”

“The demon laughs. He’s in there. He’s coming after me.” She spoke this last sentence with a somber acquiescence as though resigned to this horrible fate.

I knew, much better than most, how she felt. “That sounds terrifying. It may be hard to believe, but we will keep you safe here.” I turned to Mark. “Think we should admit her to the fifth floor?”

He nodded. “Wish she had some kind of ID. I’ll have one of the residents work her up.”

“And maybe make sure they turn the vent off in her room. That’ll make life much easier for her,” I said.

“And everyone else,” Mark whispered back.

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Carla Damron
believes fiction can make a difference. A social worker, advocate, and author
of suspense, women’s fiction, and mysteries, Damron uses her writing to put a
human face on issues like drug abuse, mental illness, and human trafficking.
She’s won multiple literary awards, including the Women’s Fiction Writers
Association Star Award for Best Novel and the NIEA award for best suspense.

Damron holds an
MSW and an MFA in Creative Writing and teaches with Writers.com. Currently the
VP for the Southeast Chapter of Mystery Writers of America, she lives in South
Carolina with her husband and their family of entitled rescue animals.

You can read
more about her at 
https://carladamron.com/

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God’s Coded Language Is All About Transparency

By Janette C. Andrejowich

 

 

Genre: Religion

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For people seeking to understand the spiritual world and the deep things of God, decoding God’s language, expressed in imagery, numbers, colours, parables, parallels, stories, and foreshadows, is the essential elusive key that lights up the path of understanding the spiritual view of God. Nothing is hidden. It is written, “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him” (I Corinthians 2:9). But this scripture only applies to those who want to see a charcoal sketch of their calling. People who receive the free gift of God’s Holy Spirit have embraced the unique Spirit, and the world in the scriptures comes alive in dazzling colour because the elusive key is found and applied.

The Apostle Paul added, “these things God has revealed to us through the Spirit. For the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God” (I Corinthians 2:10).

Every aspect of God’s creation on earth is a revelation of the great Creator God for those with the Spirit-opened eyes to see, ears to hear, and a willing heart of flesh. The amazing discovery of God’s coded language is all about transparency, unveiling His plan for mankind and His holy, royal, ruling family in the making.

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THE TREES, VINES and FLOWERS
 

“Open your doors, O LEBANON, that the fire may devour your cedars! Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen, because the glorious trees have been destroyed; Wail, O oaks of Bashan, for the impenetrable forest has come down” (Zechariah 11:2).

What was at one time so glorious, so impenetrable and great is being destroyed. Where is the Lebanon referred to in Zechariah? Who are the cedars, the cypress, the oaks, and the glorious trees?

Scriptures reveal God’s use of imagery. The fallen cedar trees described in Zechariah 11 are the once-great and highly honoured heavenly rulers in God’s government and holy court. They have turned against Him; they are rebels. Many are already overthrown and imprisoned in Sheol. The remaining rebels will come to an end on the Day of God’s wrath. God has a plan for mankind. He will fill the positions once held by the “glorious trees” with new members—transformed righteous mortals.

Satan has his puppets busy at work: hiding truth, distorting history, and keeping mankind ignorant of their calling. The thoughts of carnal mankind demand sight before belief. God is asking for faith. The unseen world is closed to mankind at this time. Satan uses this barrier to keep people from questioning God’s wonderful and miraculous creation all around them. Battles have been fought and tensions in heaven are on-going. Mankind is ignorant of the vast dominions controlled by fallen sons of God in heaven, yet to be overthrown. They cannot fathom the hatred these heavenly rebels have towards mortals on earth, especially those who will be awarded their most-high offices. Regardless, in time, it will all be revealed.

“See, the Lord, the LORD Almighty, will lop off the boughs with great power. The lofty trees will be felled; the tall ones will be brought low. He will cut down the forest thickets with an ax; Lebanon will fall before the Mighty One” (Isaiah 10:33-34).

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Jeremiah said, “If I say, ‘I will not mention Him or speak any more in His name,’ His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones, and I become weary of holding it in, and I cannot prevail” (Jeremiah 20:9). I have this same experience, which has led me to create a resource centre (https://sharingsharpens.ca) to share all of my studies, and now my books. God’s Coded Language Is All About Transparency is my first published book, which came together from many of my studies. It is like a collection, all fitting perfectly together. It is not my last book. Many are already written, soon to be placed on the shelf to accompany this one.

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Sweet Nightmares

by Hazel St. Lewis

 

(Wicked Mirrors)
Publication date: September 17th 2025
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

She was prophesied to destroy an evil god, but she becomes his minion instead.

Jane Whitfield rose from nothing to become the youngest Prima Ballerina in the history of the Royalle Ballet—despite having a violent husband three decades her senior. But her carefully choreographed world shatters when her husband’s enemies come to collect his debts. Jane is tortured into making an impossible die, or strike a bargain with an evil god trapped inside a mirror.

Nightmare is ancient, cruel, and feared for a reason. He trades magic, wealth, and knowledge for soul-crushing costs—and he believes Jane is the witch destined to destroy him. But instead of killing her, he toys with her, offering a twisted sell her soul, serve him, and receive an endless supply of riches—enough to satisfy her wretched husband and his debtors.

Now bound to a god who revels in ruin, Jane becomes more than just his minion—she’s his growing obsession. But obsession doesn’t spare her from his darkness. He’s evil. She’s supposed to hate him, but the more time she spends in his realm, the harder it is to tell if he’s her monster… or her salvation.

She was destined to destroy him, but love might destroy her first.

Sweet Nightmares is an adult romantic fantasy Prequel/Sequel novel to Gilded Wicked Mirrors. It can be read first, or after GWMs. It is a touch-her-and-die, villain romance perfect for lovers of the Hades and Megara dynamic or fans of Kingdom of the Wicked. It is not a standalone.

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Jane stood up and put her body between them just in time to be slammed between the Vampire Prince and the ancient god. At the impact, Nightmare’s hands wrapped around her waist, steadying her.

Nightmare let out a low, wicked growl. The whites of his eyes bleeding red, fury painted on every curve of his body, his fangs and metal nails bared. Ready to kill every mortal in the room if Jane didn’t do something quickly.

“Everyone get out now,” Jane said, her hand on Nightmare’s chest and her voice wavering. Her eyes never left Nightmare. “Thorne, my monster. Keep your eyes on me.” She dug her hand into his shirt while he tightened his hold around her waist. At the same time, she heard movement from all around them. Everyone else, leaving them alone in the room.

When he still hadn’t calmed down, and his eyes hadn’t lost any of the red, Jane asked, “How can I help you settle down?” Jane flattened her palm once more over where his heart should beat—but it never did. “What do you need?”

“I need to feed.” Nightmare’s eyes flashed, and he darted around, presumably searching for an unsuspecting human he could eat.

“Are you going to kill your food?” she breathed.

“Yes.”

“Do you have to?”

Nightmare blinked, his black, well-manicured eyebrows creasing together.

“Are you able to control yourself?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said slowly, cocking his head, his eyes fixating on her neck.

“Then feed on me.” She cocked her head to the side, giving him permission to take her blood.

“You may hate it.”

“It’s fine. I am not afraid of you.”

An unreadable sound vibrated in his chest, and then, without warning, he pushed her fiercely up against the wall, pinning her in and biting down on her neck.

At first, it hurt, his fangs piercing her skin and claiming her. It was a sharp pain, but then the wound began to tingle and turn… the feeling becoming something hot and pleasurable.

Every nerve ending in her body lit up with an intense feeling that she’d never felt before. A moan escaped her lips, and she suddenly needed to be closer to him, to be touching him, one with him.

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Hazel St. Lewis is a Northern California-based Romantasy author. Diagnosed with dyslexia at a young age, she struggled to read and write, but fantasy stories inspired her to start storytelling. Unfortunately, now, she is a little too obsessed with morally gray characters. When she isn’t writing, she can be found playing with her hoard of cats (too many to count…it’s a problem), singing songs to said cats, or painting.

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Taming the Perilous Skies

 by Phil Marshall

 

Category: Adult Fiction (18 +), 450 pages
Genre: Hard Sci Fi, Thriller, Political Thriller, Sci Fi Adventure
Publisher:  Phil Marshall
Release date:  Sep 12, 2025
Content Rating:  PG-13: There is one suicide (distantly witnessed), and there are F words, and 47 million people die, but very little gore and no graphic violence.

Book Description:

Everyone said the sky could never fall. They were wrong.

In the year 2076, anti-gravity has ushered in a new era of peace, prosperity, and worldwide collaboration. Powered by the scientific marvel known as Persistence, aerial vehicles now replace roads, energy comes from ambient particles, and the world’s nations are connected by open skies and their reverence for The Fabric — the timeless, interconnected thread of all particles, past and future, that not only powers anti-gravity but redefines humanity’s understanding of the presence of God.

But on an ordinary October morning, the impossible happens: passenger aerials start dropping/falling from the sky.

For Jack Woods, a national security official and devoted father, this tragedy is more than a historic anomaly. His son Erik was airborne when the world stopped. As aerials freeze mid-air across the globe like ticking timebombs and chaos erupts below/the death toll rises by the millions, Jack races to uncover what went wrong… and who may be responsible.

Meanwhile, Brian Medlock, the scientist who discovered anti gravity, prepares to leave this world only to be pulled into a political and spiritual firestorm threatening to unravel everything he built.

Blending science, political intrigue, and the primal human emotions that keep us grounded/connect us, Taming the Perilous Skies is a haunting look at a future world/ riveting journey through a world reliant/dependent on technology, and the people who must fight to save it/will stop at nothing to save it when it begins to unravel/falls apart. And how easily it can all fall apart.

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Phil Marshall is a physician, scientist, and AI technology entrepreneur. Taming the Perilous Skies is his debut novel centered on his theory of persistence and a passion for how technology can transform our lives, and how it can go terribly wrong.

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The Champagne Crush

by Caroline O’Connell

 

(Les Femmes Series)
Publication date: September 16th 2025
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

For fans of The Paradise Problem, a slow-burn romance about a socialite in over her head in a high-stakes job promoting a new sparkling wine with a difficult boss who wants to see her fail—despite the electric sparks flying between them.

Catherine Reynolds has enjoyed a life of luxury, but her diplomat parents have cut her off financially, leaving her flat broke. She is determined to turn things around and gain her independence—so, when an old family friend offers her a lifeline as a PR consultant for his sparkling wine company, she jumps at the chance. But working with Chris McDermott, the company’s sexy, stubborn president, is anything but easy.

A purist at heart, Chris clashes with Catherine’s glitzy marketing flair; still, the chemistry between them is undeniable. As they travel from New York to Napa, Paris, and the Champagne region of France, their partnership blossoms amid high-stakes industry rivalries and a launch that could make or break them.

When sabotage threatens to shatter their dreams, Catherine must dig deep to prove her worth. With the dazzling unveiling of their new sparkling wine in Bordeaux in jeopardy, will she and Chris overcome the challenges of the past and present to secure their future—and find love in the process?

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Black Tie dinner at Plaza Hotel in NYC,

fundraiser to benefit the California Sparkling Wine Producers in Napa, CA

 

Sean gestured to the bottle in the ice bucket on the table. “One strong benefit of sparkling is the affordable price, compared to a bottle of French champagne that costs two or three times as much. Granted most sparkling wines don’t have the complexity of champagne, but that’s not necessary for every occasion.”

Chris agreed. He was glad Sean made the point.

“Have an idea for the documentary finale,” Ken said. “How about a sabering and pyramid of flutes? That was quite dramatic at the Spago party for the Oscars.” A reminder Chris would like to forget. The second cork popping off and barely missing the celebrity guests was a drama he didn’t want to repeat.

“All good ideas,” Kevin said. “May call on some of you for on-camera interviews before we wrap.”

Chris was full by the time the dessert of Valrhona chocolate mousse with whipped cream and berries was served. He devoured it anyway. He noticed Catherine hadn’t eaten with the gusto of others at the table. She and Vanessa only sampled their dishes. Must be some party protocol.

While after-dinner coffee was offered, Doug stepped to the mic and introduced the head of the UC Davis Sparkling Winemaking Program, who thanked everyone for their support and described how the money raised would benefit their research and scholarships.

“Now it’s time to end the suspense and find out how much these rare bottles are worth,” Doug said. “Please welcome our celebrity auctioneer, Trevor Jones.” Trevor walked onstage to loud applause. Doug piped in, “You’re clapping now, but if you don’t bid generously, you could be on the receiving end of his jokes.” That drew guffaws. The crowd was getting rowdy after a few glasses of good wine, just the thing to bid up the prices.

Trevor took the microphone. “Good evening, folks.” He went into a short monologue recapping the day’s events and cracking jokes at the expense of high-profile guests. He closed with, “Let’s take the plunge. We have many exceptional bottles to auction off to reach our goal. Please open your wallets and bid with abandon.”

There were other things Chris wanted to pursue with abandon, starting with Catherine’s bare back. Her slinky dress was killing him. Unaware of his train of thought, she was in an animated conversation with Will.

The bidding became heated, and Chris directed his attention to the stage. As each lot was auctioned off, Chris and Ken jotted down notes in the margins of their programs and bantered back and forth about the prices they were fetching. Unlike the blind tasting, this process was highly visible. Chris assumed some buyers were making winning bids for the prestige and bragging rights, as much as for the unique bottles and contribution to the cause. In this case, glitz overrode substance. He said as much to Ken—not grasping he was about to fall into the same quest to be victorious.

Pleased with the competitive bidding, Trevor congratulated the crowd on their good taste. The lots were fetching higher prices than anticipated. After forty-five minutes, one final bottle remained. “Well folks, you’ve risen to the occasion. The California Sparkling Wine Producers thank you,” Trevor said. “And now we have a special surprise for our last bottle.” The crowd drew quiet. “The high bidder on this rare Trianon 1952 vintage jeroboam will also receive a two-night stay at romantic Les Crayères in Champagne and a gourmet dinner for two in their Michelin-starred restaurant, along with a private tour of the kitchen and toast with the chef.”

When Catherine stood up, Chris figured she was going to the ladies’ room, so he was taken off balance by Trevor’s next words. “Catherine Reynolds, representing Trianon, has agreed to join the winning bidder in a toast and to lead off the first dance of the evening.” He beckoned her to the stage.

Did I say I wanted a woman full of surprises? Uh-oh. He’d be damned if anyone else was getting this prize. He was feeling awfully possessive at the moment.

They were off and running. A number of attractive men participated in the early bidding, including Chris, Patrick Tournelle, Will Frost, and even Sean Dunlavy. When the dollar figure exceeded $4,000, the bidding contest narrowed to only two: Chris and Will. Trevor chided the combatants. “Looks like we have a horse race, ladies and gentlemen. Miss Reynolds, would you care to weigh in on the contest?”

All she murmured was, “I’m glad they’re supportive of the cause,” which prompted twitters.

When Chris made it clear he planned to bid whatever it took, his friend Will bowed out. Finally. Do I have to broadcast my interest any louder?

“Fair warning,” Trevor announced, indicating the bidding was about to stop, and the gavel came down. “Sold to Chris McDermott for $5,000.”

Amid applause, Chris walked onto the stage, shook hands with Trevor, and enfolded Catherine in a warm embrace that sent cameras flashing. Doug Barr joined the trio to pose for photos. A waiter materialized with four glasses of champagne that they sipped while the stage was being cleared.

The band took their places. Vanessa stepped up to the microphone and started performing her signature version of “Knocks Me Off My Feet.”

“I believe this dance is mine,” Chris whispered in Catherine’s ear, before he whisked her onto the dance floor.

“You sure know how to make a splash,” Catherine said. “Hope this doesn’t appear like we’re fraternizing.”

“All for the cause,” Chris murmured, holding her possessively close. She felt so good in his arms while they moved in time to the music. Vanessa sang the refrain, and he caught the message of the song—a love so strong it made you weak.

Other couples joined them on the dance floor, and Chris steered Catherine to a less conspicuous spot in an alcove behind one of the pillars. “About that bare back,” he murmured and pulled her closer in his embrace.

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Also check out Caroline’s other book, Affordable Paris Hotels!
Your Ultimate Guide to a Perfect Trip to Paris is the must-have resource for travelers who want charm, comfort, and location—without the luxury hotel price tag.

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About Author Caroline O’Connell:

CAROLINE O’CONNELL has written five travel guides and numerous travel articles for magazines, newspapers, and websites. Her Romance In Paris guide has won widespread praise: “There is no better person to guide you through Paris than Caroline” — Peter Greenberg, the Travel Detective, radio host, and Travel Editor on CBS-TV. And Library Journal raved — “Reading this breezy but informative guide to Paris is like having a series of conversations with a well-traveled friend…”

Her debut novel, THE CHAMPAGNE CRUSH: A Romance Novel (Spark Press), is due out on September 16, 2025.

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