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The Last Stand by Rachel E. Carter Teaser

Alright lovelies, no one has EVER seen this, For all of you who joined, this is your teaser for LAST STAND (unedited in all it's raw glory):

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I ducked my head, avoiding his gaze as the mage stepped past me to come face-to-face with his former adversary.

For a moment there was no sound. A quill could have dropped to the floor and it would have made more noise than the two young men in front of me. I shut the chamber door and the thud of heavy wood slamming against stone was enough to break the silence.

“Your highness.”

Darren raised a brow. “After all these years, you finally use the title.”

Ian managed a slight grin. “‘Darren,’ it is.”

“I would say it’s good to see you.” Darren paused and his eyes danced wickedly, “But we both know that would be a lie.”

“And I would never want you to lie.” Ian folded his arms and leaned against the wall, his grin widening. “Let me guess, you think I’m a rebel?”

“Hardly.” The prince gave the mage a smirk. “Ian the villain? That would make my job too easy.”

T's - Torn (Wicked #2) by Jennifer L, Armentrout Teaser

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I gaped at him. “Oh, you know, you should go update your Match.comprofile with that info stat. The ladies will be lining up outside, because nothing screams romance like being held captive in a cage.”

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“And he’s not here now,” Tink continued as I turned around. I realized he had a little stick looking thing in his hand. A fine thread dangling off the end of the stick, disappearing into the sink. “Not that I’m complaining. I needed a break from him.”

Popping the tab of the Coke, I took a drink. Tink had filled the sink up with water. I had no idea what he—

Tink cocked his arm back and moved the stick—no, it was a pole—forward. My eyes widened.

I shot forward, almost dropping the soda. “What the fuck? Tink! Are you fishing in my sink?”

He looked up. “Yeah,” he said, drawing the word out.

Sitting the Coke on the counter, I slowly approached the sink. “If there are fish in my sink, I swear to God, I’m flushing you down a toilet.”

Tink shot me a bored look. “As if I’d fit down a toilet.”

“Tink!”

He sighed. “Relax. It’s not real fish.” Dropping onto his knees, he reached into the water and pulled out a small, plastic red fish. “I tried to order real ones from Amazon, but alas, they do not sell them.”

I fell back against the counter, breathing a sigh of relief. Thank God for the small things in life.

“So where is Renny Tin Tin?”

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Then I fed.
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Britt's: Teaser Outlander Book Nine (Untitled) by Diana Gabaldon

In honor of the second seasons premiere being just around the corner, I give you another book nine teaser :).

[In which a massive storm breaks on Fraser’s Ridge, and Claire rushes out to rescue the chickens.]

I stood gasping for a moment, wiping sweat off my face with my apron, but a premonitory spatter of raindrops against the hide covering the window sent me running for the back door, seizing a large covered basket on my way.

Fourteen Nankin hens, four Scots Dumpys and two roosters. The Nankin hens liked to roost in the low branches of the hornbeam near their coop, but the roosters could be anywhere…

Sure enough, a number of round, wind-ruffled shapes were huddled together in clumps amid the lower branches of the hornbeam. One, two, three, four, five… I counted as I snatched them out of the tree and stuffed them ruthlessly into my basket. They squawked but didn’t really resist; chickens are not bright, but I thought they might have enough sense to be thankful at being rescued from the coming storm. The air temperature had dropped a good ten degrees in the last few minutes.

Eight so far….where were the others?

“Chook-chook-chook-chook-chook!” I called, my voice scarcely audible above the wind. A faint squawk, torn away, but enough to turn my attention toward the hen-coop. Yes, two more underneath, the big red hen, huddling over her brood of tiny chicks, and one of the roosters, feathers standing out like quills and his yellow eyes quite mad—he pecked savagely at my wrist when I reached for the red hen, drawing blood.

I said a few things under my breath and seized him by the neck. I was tempted to wring it then and there, but instead stood up, jerked open the door of the coop and tossed him into it, narrowly avoiding being ripped by his spurs. I decanted the contents of the basket after him, dropped to my knees and grabbed the red hen, threw her into the coop as well, then slammed the door, fell to my knees and scrabbled madly after the chicks.

The rain was starting to fall in earnest now, no more of this playful pattering. Cold drops struck my back, hard as pebbles. How many chicks were there? I was tossing them into my apron, trying to keep count as I reached into the deep shadows under the coop. My fingers struck something hard that rolled—a stray egg. Heartened by that, I stuck it into my pocket and with a last inquiring, “chook-chook?” decided I had them all and shook the little balls of fluff into the warm dark of the reeking coop, where they dashed about like so many crazed ping-pong balls before zeroing in on their clucking mother.

I closed the door and dropped the latch, then stood breathing heavily for a moment, realizing that the reason the raindrops fell so cold and heavily was that they were in fact hailstones. Tiny white spheres were bouncing off my head and dancing on the ground, rapidly covering the scattered bits of cracked corn and chicken droppings.

I pulled the shawl over my head and searched under the [ ] bushes near the coop, then further up the path toward Malva’s Garden—the hens loved to go in there and eat the ghastly tomato hookworms off the wild vines, more power to them—but there was no sign of movement among the pokeweeds and [ ], other than the wind. The hail stopped as abruptly as it had started, and I shook melting bits of ice off my shoulders, wondering where the hell to look next.

I threw back my head and shouted, “Cock-a-doodle-dooooo!” several times, as loudly as I could; sometimes you could induce a pugnacious rooster to answer you, but not today.

I felt an increasing sense of panic. The wind was whipping my skirts around my legs and I could feel the spatter of fine drops against my cheeks; Jamie hadn’t been wrong in his predictions of what would happen to the hens—I’d lost many, over the years, to foxes and other predators, but many more to the vagaries of the weather. If they weren’t blown away, they might well freeze to death sitting in a tree overnight, their feathered carcasses thumping to the ground at dawn like cannon balls.

I ran down the path to the spring-house—no sign of chickens—then up and across to the privy; the Dumpys liked to shelter in the honeysuckle vines sometimes…

The door stood ajar—some thoughtless male had doubtless neglected to close it properly—and I pulled it open, though gingerly. I’d once opened a privy door and surprised an enormous rattlesnake, coiled on the seat. The surprise had been sufficiently mutual that I’d never again opened such a door without caution.

The caution was justified on this occasion, though the privy luckily contained neither chickens nor snakes. It did contain a startled red squirrel, who ran up the wall and clung to the rooftree, tail bushed out and chattering angrily at me.

“If you think you’re storing nuts in _here_ for the autumn,” I said, leveling a forefinger at him, “think again.”

A sudden thunder of fresh hail on the tin roof galvanized me back into action and I ran toward the barn through a small blizzard. If any of those damned hens were out in this, they’d be killed—these hailstones were the size of unripe gooseberries and almost as hard, stinging where they struck my unprotected hands and face.

The barn door was halfway open; I glimpsed Clarence the mule’s gray bulk in the gloom, and he brayed companionably at me when I stepped in, breathless with running through a hailstorm. He wasn’t in a stall; he’d evidently leapt the fence and walked sensibly into the barn when he felt the weather coming on. He was casually plucking mouthfuls of hay from the pile on the floor, despite the fact that another refugee from the storm was using the hay as well. The white sow was reclining majestically in the scattered heap, accompanied by two black-spotted daughters, each about half her size, all of them looking pleased with themselves.

I hadn’t come this close to the white sow in a couple of years, and stopped dead at sight of her, so near at hand. She was immense—I gauged her at something between five and six hundred pounds at the moment—and well-known for her irascible temperament.

“Fancy meeting _you_ here,” I said, pressing myself against the wall and trying not to make any move she might regard as threatening. Even Clarence was maintaining a respectful distance from the porcine trio. I glanced to and fro—if the chickens were in here, they could bloody well stay here--but nothing moved along the walls or scrabbled for grain on the hard-packed dirt of the floor. Possibly the pigs had eaten them.

I edged back out, carefully leaving the door half-open. If a pig that size had a mind to leave a place, it left, and the presence or absence of a door was immaterial.

The hail had turned back into rain, and it was pissing down. What now? I wrapped the shawl more tightly round my body and prepared to make a run for the house. If the remaining chickens hadn’t found shelter by now, it was likely too late.

Starlight by Adrienne Woods is now Available

In the Fifth and final part of the Dragonian Series, eighteen-year-old Elena Watkins and her dragon, the Rubicon, need to find the missing ingredients in order to free her father from Etan.

But what could the missing ingredient be?

And will she be willing to sacrifice her life if they don't find it before time runs out?

Kassandra Lynn Interview & Freebie day!

Kassandra Lynn: Author of Demon Princess. Which will be free on Amazon 4/16/2016! In celebration of the release of book three in the series!

1. When did you realise you wanted to be an author, was it a life long dream or was there something else that influenced your career choice?

I have always loved to read. In school, I was that girl who carried a novel with her all the time and read a page or two in between classes. I started writing my own stories when I was in middle school, and I managed to complete a couple full-length first drafts before I graduated middle school. High school, college, and life got in the way, and so I stopped writing until a couple years ago.

2. What inspired the Demon Princess Series?

Demon Princess series (or Demon Kingdom Fairy Tales series) was inspired by several Japanese animations and Chinese novels. I used to watch anime and read comics all the time when I was younger. There were some ideas I loved, but the storyline didn’t go in the direction I wanted. I wrote Demon Kingdom Fairy Tales series to include the themes I love the most—female king, summon beasts, a forbidden love interest who is supposed to be the enemy, and another love interest who is a bodyguard/subordinate.

3.I hear other authors talking about all their characters voices rambling on in their head. Do your characters reach out to you like that? If so who's the loudest?

They do. Adriana is the loudest.

4. Do you have a favorite character in your books? Or a least favorite? ( I know authors love their characters, but is there one you want to smack even as your writing them? *cough*PrincessSalvene*cough*)

Hahaa! My favorite characters are Keldrin and Sadi. I don’t have a least favorite, because, to me, all characters serve a purpose. If I don’t have antagonists, then no one might want to read the story.

5. Are any of your characters based on real life friends and family? If so can you give us an example?

I didn’t intend to base any characters on real life friends/family, and I think none of my characters is like anyone I know.

6. The world you've built is of two factions human and demon. Will we get to explore them a bit more in the books to come? Are there many differences between the two, other then inhabitants?

Yeah. Book Two and Three explore more of the worlds. There are some subtle differences, but they are similar in many aspects.

7. You definitely gave us a male lead to love. If you could pick your top 5 book boyfriends from other series' who would they be and what book are they from?

Ryn from Rachel Morgan’s Creepy Hallow series

Er Lang from Yangsze Choo’s The Ghost Bride

Mikza from Kaitlyn Davis’s The Golden Cage

Edward from Aya Ling’s The Ugly Stepsister

Jovan from Kelly St. Clare’s The Tainted Accords series

I tend to like the good boys more than the bad ones.

8. What made you decide to write in the Paranormal/Fantasy genre?

To me, books are tickets out of reality. The fantasy genre, in particular, has no limit to confine my imagination. Although contemporary and modern stories might be more relatable to many people, I’ve always loved the ancient and mysterious times and places.

9. When you are writing, what do you think is the most difficult process? 

The most difficult process is editing. While writing the first draft is fun, editing is a tedious job. I don’t like to reread books—because I already know what’s going to happen—but I have to read my own book many, many times during editing.

10. And last but not least, what do we have to look forward to from you in the future? Anything exciting cooking?

I’m working on A Second Chance at Life, a time travel romance. This story follows a daughter of a duke back in time, before her life was ruined by her half-sister and an unhappy marriage. With this second chance, she’ll have to avoid the events that lead to her misery and her death.

Britt's Review of The Black Mage Series (1-3) by Rachel E Carter

Black Mage Series

Where do I start with this? Well first off I'm going to say Lurrrved it. Second, I'm going to mention that after a week or so of my Twin telling me I HAD to read this series, I picked it up. And guess what?! I didn't put it down. One and a half days, that's what it took for me to read book 1, 2, &3. Not because they're short, but because I neglected life to find out what's on the next page!

Since I didn't stop to write between books I'm going to review them as a set, as I can't recall where one ended and the next began lol.

Rachel sets us off into a world that may seem familiar. Kingdoms of magic users, knights, and commoners & rebels, fighting over power. But, even though the storyline is generally predictable, she definitely puts a new spin on things I felt was refreshing.

Ry, our female lead was on my good side for the first two books. But in book three I really want to yell at her! She's grown so much, but the decisions she makes in the end peev me. I understand she's got to make mistakes for the drama of the story, and to be able to have something to fix but jeez Ry! True love means NOT keeping secrets. I want to beg her to reconsider. But that's all I'm going to say about that!

Darren on the other hand, I had a pure unbridled hate for, I mean pigs blood.. Really?!. Until I understood him better, that hate was unwavering..its starting to waver though. I'm a pretty big grudge holder, (Ask Blake, from the Dragonian series, he's earned forgiveness too but I'm not giving it.) so I'm still not 100% TeamDarren yet.. But it's hard to stay mad at him when the heroine is starting to take his place. He slowly earns your trust back, and makes you want one just like him.

The cast, aside from the main characters are fantastic. Alex is perfect logical, and even headed... Until he's not. Ella is really a perfect best friend figure. Even being born to privilege she's very down to earth. I fell in love with poor Ian, even with the turn of events! His feelings seem so genuine even after you find out where his allegiances lie. Priscilla is the perfect rich and snooty 'plastic' frenemy. You can tell she thinks she's alpha bitch, but you also see a lot of it is just to protect herself from Highborns expectations. I felt bad for all she lost, but she should've worked harder, and maybe been a better person. And Derrick.. I don't want to talk about. I'll cry. I was really rooting for him :(

All in all the story line is great and creative. I'm a very impatient reader so a lot of the information provided during anticlimactic scenes seemed a bit much, but was worth reading through when you did get to something awesome!

If there were editing errors, I didn't find them! :) Although I can say my attention was firmly on the story, not the grammar. A lot of my review may sound as if I didn't like it, because of the characters. But, I most certainly love ANY book that can evoke those emotions from me -good or bad- for the characters. Rachel does an amazing job of making me FEEL, and that is so important to a good story.

The Cover art was nice, it didn't hold my attention. But, I also have no complaints about them, theyre beautifully done. I enjoy seeing the Authors interpretation of their characters! And I feel they do project the right images for each book :).

I'm super excited to read The Last Stand. I NEED to know how this ends. Will it be a Happily Ever After? Who is going to die before this ends? Will family bonds be broken forever or will they find a way to mend? I. Cannot. Wait! So if you haven't read The Back Mage Series yet I'd highly suggest you get caught up before this fall ;).

My personal rating is 4/5 stars. I enjoyed the story, it was well written and any complaints I have are personal pet peevs and have no reflection on how this book deserves to be rated. It didn't knock out any of my top 5 favorites, but it definitely made top 10. And when you read a book a day, I'd say that's quite an accomplishment! Congrats Rachel E Carter, you've earned yourself a new fan for life.

Peace Love & Happy Reading Ladies & Gents

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