Friday, July 31, 2020

Amber Eyes Glow by S. Peters-Davis


Cougar shifters from a criminal syndicate want Morgan. 

Her bloodline carries qualities good as gold, even though she has no knowledge she’s a shifter.


Amber Eyes Glow
S. Peters-Davis

Genre: Paranormal Romance, New Adult
Publisher: BWL Publisher, Inc.
Date of Publication: July 11, 2020
ISBN-10: 0228614643
ISBN-13: 978-0228614647
ASIN: B08BBKD52W
Number of pages: 275
Word Count: 60,000

Cover Artist: Michelle Lee

Too many secrets, forces at work, dangerous threats to face for Morgan. Thank the Gods Rowan’s there to see her through it.

Book Description:

Morgan Redding faces evil in her mother’s new husband and ends up at her aunt and uncle’s animal rescue refuge, where she meets Rowan, among other animals.

Rowan Marcus falls hard for the new woman who takes up residence at the wildlife refuge. The cougar inside him wants to make her its mate. Rowan can’t stop his need to protect her at all costs.

Then all hell breaks loose, animals get killed, a crime syndicate’s involved, and Morgan finds out she’s a shifter! Too many secrets, too many forces at work, too many dangerous threats that Morgan and Rowan must face. Thank goodness for the Marcus Pryde.


#PNR #Shifter #Romance #Suspensethriller #NewAdult #Paranormalromance #NA #newrelease

Author Note: Amber Eyes Glow is a New Adult, stand-alone novel of fiction, and a revision of the young adult novel Secret: Of Amber Eyes (written initially under the pseudonym, DK Davis). **Mature subject matter and sensual scenes.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Pumpkins and Party Themes 50 DIY Designs to Bring Your Halloween Extravaganza to Life y Roxanne Rhoads




Pumpkins and Party Themes
50 DIY Designs to Bring Your Halloween Extravaganza to Life
By Roxanne Rhoads

Paperback: 176 pages

Publisher: Skyhorse 

Release Date: August 25, 2020

ISBN-10: 1510751165

ISBN-13: 978-1510751163

Bring your Halloween party theme to life with these quick tips and tricks!

Pumpkins and Party Themes features ten unique party themes with five do-it-yourself pumpkin designs for each theme. The pumpkin projects have a variety of decorating ideas that include carving, painting, and mixed media craftiness and easy-to-follow steps on each creation. Author Roxanne Rhoads also includes quick ideas on how to bring the theme to life through d├ęcor, costumes, and activities. These fun party themes range from gothic elegance to Edgar Allan Poe, under the sea, let's get literary, and more!

With beautiful full-color images to illustrate the tools needed, steps to follow, and final products, this book makes for the perfect gift for Halloween enthusiasts and party hosts alike!

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Virtual Book Release Party for Pumpkins and Party Themes
Tuesday, August 25, 2020 at 3 PM – 6 PM


Join Roxanne for a virtual book release party for Pumpkins and Party Themes: 50 DIY Designs to Bring Your Halloween Extravaganza to Life

Roxanne will be available live in the Facebook event for virtual book signings, an Author Q&A, an Author Chat, Games, Prizes, and Virtual Vending with The Bewitching Cauldron.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

PHANTASIA: A Bad Day On Olympus by EFTHALIA




PHANTASIA: A Bad Day On Olympus
Phi Athanatoi Series 
Book Two
EFTHALIA

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Olympus International Management Services 
Date of Publication: 19/5/20
ISBN:  978-0648785422 (print)
ISBN: 9780648785408 (e-book)
ASIN:  B083TBWNPH
Number of pages: 327

Cover Artist: Lee Hyat

Tagline:  She’s following Zeus’ orders. He’s struggling to protect her. Is love their biggest weakness or their best hope for saving the world?


Book Description:

Torn apart by separate missions, can their love survive an impending apocalypse?

Demigod ex-cop Carissa Alkippes is hellbent on clearing her father’s name. But when she’s sidetracked into saving Zeus’ life, she’s forced into a dangerous mission to locate missing deities. To find them, she must face a horde of bloodthirsty demons.

Xen Lyson shouldn’t dwell on Carissa when he’s supposed to be stopping demons from feasting on humanity. But the sexy vampire worries her solitary journey to Olympus will put her in grave danger. And with absent gods causing devastating natural disasters, he must trust her father, Ares, to keep her safe.

With every mortal sphere at risk, Carissa races to retrieve a magical codex believed to hold the key to defeating her enemy. And when Xen discovers the true source of the threat, saving both humans and gods will put his own immortality in jeopardy.

In between battling Titans, gods, missing keys, and baklava can Carissa and Xen summon the power to conquer the sinister foe and return to each other’s arms?

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Excerpt:

Xen’s personal gymnasium had been designed to take the brunt of rough exercise. His Phi Athanatoi, a warrior group of vampires and werewolves who protected mankind, usually trained there. Tonight, though, this space belonged to Carissa and her father - Ares. She rubbed her ass for the twentieth time, the exact number of times she’d been thrown in their kung fu practice. Each time she hit the mat like a piece of tangled spaghetti. Her father had appeared when they returned from her visit with her yiayia. Perfect timing or coincidence? She couldn’t decide. She had yet to fill in her father on what she had discussed with Yiayia. It would have to wait until after they finished his so-called test of her ability to fight and use her power of compulsion. Yes, she had power but she had no idea how to control it.
“Focus, kori mou.” Ares brushed a few sweaty locks from his forehead.
“It’s a little tough to do that if you are in the air every minute.” She pushed up to her elbows from her current starfish landing. Her energy would be depleted soon; her fuel gauge pointed to empty.
“Your mind controls the power.” Ares held out his hand. Her fingers closed around his. A flow of energy danced between them. Recognition. Daughter to Father.
 “I thought you said when you returned, we’d be paying Olympus a visit.”
“I need to know that you can call forth your power in a crisis situation.” He pulled her up to her feet. “You’ll be walking into the lion’s den. All they will see is a tasty morsel.”
“How is tossing me around like pasta training me?”
“Now, use your power of compulsion.” His hands darted to her neck, “Stop me.” He commanded, his fingers tightening, tightening, tightening around her throat.
Time froze, expanded, flipped to a moment in a warehouse where a demon had his claws around her throat. Her life’s essence slowly extinguishing. Death had been close. Now it was her father’s hold that choked her.
She spotted Kane, Xen’s trusted right-hand man and wolf, holding Xen back. A roar cracked and vibrated through the air. She had to summon her power.
Her gaze collided with her father’s. In the depth of his chocolate-colored eyes, she saw flares of fire. Fire spiked and tingled through her body. Somewhere in a deep chamber of her mind, she took control. “Release me.” The words a soft command.
His grip loosened, his hands falling away.
She coughed to stabilize her breathing. The air around her shifted, and Xen had her in his arms before she could swallow her next bit of air.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t pierce my xiphos through your heart, Ares?”
“Relax, vampire. I wasn’t going to harm my daughter.”
“Your practice sessions leave my woman battered and bruised every time.” Xen inspected Carissa’s throat. “I’ve been patient enough with all your methods. It ends here. There will be no more.”
“Xen, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Carissa tried to defuse the argument between god and immortal before it got messy.
“My daughter is right. If you weren’t in such a fit of rage, you would have seen that she compelled me to stop with a whisper.
“Whether she stopped you or not, that was going too far.” He removed his hands from around Carissa and closed the distance to Ares in two strides.

Carissa watched the nose to nose scene in slow-mo. She could see only one outcome in this - Xen hurt.


About the Author:

Efthalia lives in Sydney, Australia.

Her passion for writing was cultivated by the stories her mother told her as a child.  At school she often day-dreamt of exciting new worlds where the heroine had super-powers and would save the day. Her teachers told her on a regular basis to stop making up her own words. That flaw is now her super-power. Making up words, characters and worlds is all part of fiction writing and something she loves doing.




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Monday, July 27, 2020

Bewitching Book Blitz- The Lynx and the Druidess by Cornelia Amiri #fantasyromance


The Lynx and the Druidess
The Druidry and the Beast Series
Book Five
Cornelia Amiri

Genre: Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: July 1, 2020
ASIN: B08BNNFWBF
Number of pages: 94
Word Count: 22,600
Cover Artist: Kyra Starr

Tagline: Loving a god has its advantages

Book Description:

Lleu, the radiant sun god, crosses between worlds to the Silures village for the fierce and stunning druidess, Wendolyn —a woman worth battling for. He longs to celebrate Lughnasa, the festival that honors him, with her.

Wendolyn is captivated by the striking stranger the moment he wanders into her village. Furthermore, she wants him with a fervor, burning her from within. However, he’s hiding his true identity. When he vows to save her tribe from the Romans marching toward them, everyone, including her dead father in a dream, says he is a coward who has run off.

Lleu is determined to win the love of druidess Wendolyn even if it means fighting the Roman army singled handed—by shapeshifting into in his lynx body.

Will her tribe survive the Romans? And, can Wendolyn and Lleu’s relationship survive her tribe’s mistrust of him?

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Excerpt:

With her heart hammering, Wyndolen stared with wonder at Lleu’s luscious nude body. She only glanced away long enough to pull a white robe, speckled with gold, out of the chest in the corner. She tugged it on, then fastened a plaid cloak over it with a round silver broach and latched her gaze onto Lleu again while he slipped his clothes back on.
They left the roundhouse and walked hand in hand to Cynfor’s home.
She called out to the woodmaker, “It is time.”
 Cynfor stepped out, clutching an iron rod and the wheel of the year coated with gooey tar.  As the three walked together to the center of the village, men, women, and children gathered around the druidess, muttering, “Lleu,” and “coward.”
Scanning the angry faces in the crowd, Wyndolen sighed. If only they knew the truth about him. But she couldn’t blame them, she was as guilty as they were. She hadn’t recognized he was a god, even after he’d told her. No, he had to show her his magic spear and reveal his dazzling aura. Now the others needed to learn the truth.  Tonight, at his festival, she would announce who he really was. But first she had to prepare her tribesmen for the news, to lessen their shock.
She held her palm upward toward the crowd and cleared her throat. “Hear me, I have a surprise for all of you. The presence of the god Lleu is here. You do not see him as he is in the guise of one of us. So, take care of how you treat each other, lest you offend the deity.”
Their expressions shifted from anger to shame as they were now all on their best behavior.
Taking graceful steps, she led all her tribesmen, chief, and Lleu to a cliff. Their chief proudly carried a blazing firebrand, and Cynfor held the sacred wheel with reverent hands. Everyone grew quiet and gazed down the mountain slope.
Wyndolen announced, “We have gathered this Lughnasa to observe the Wheel of the Year as it turns.” She raised her arms to the sky and smiled at Lleu as she chanted, “The sun burns, yet winter nears. The season turns. Summer comes to an end. Sun and earth, life to death the wheel turns, Lughnasa, Lughnasa.”
She took the torqueh from Corio, handed it to Lleu, and he lit the wheel of year aflame. Cynfor handed Wyndolen the iron rod. Then, the sun god, Lleu, ran beside her, on the other side of the flaming wheel, as she used the rod to roll it down that part of the mountain slope.
She chanted, “God of the sun, the wheel has turned, the yearly end of your reign has come.”
Smoke rose, as flames ate the wood. The wheel reached its end at the foot of the slope and crumbled into ash and burning fragments. The crowd stopped in their tracks and circled the symbol of the dying Lleu.


About the Author:

The Celtic Warrior Queen influenced Cornelia Amiri to write professionally. Cornelia loves history and in reading a book about the dark ages, she came across the rebel queen, who inspired her so much, she started jotting down notes. But they were fiction, visions of her involved in the Boudica revolt. Before she knew it, Cornelia had accidentally written a rough draft for a novel. And she’s been writing books on purpose ever since. Drawing on her love of a happy ending she’s currently penned 39 published romance books.

Now, for the more mundane stuff. She and her muse, Severus the Cat, live amid the hustle and bustle of humid Houston, Texas, as does her wonderful son and granddaughter. Cornelia’s currently working on a sci-fi comedy romance series with a Celtic goddess as the heroine.

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Thursday, July 23, 2020

Scoundrel’s Vengeance by Sky Purington #hisrom #historicalromance




Scoundrel’s Vengeance
Highlander’s Pact
Book One
Sky Purington

Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Date of Publication: July 23, 2020
ASIN: B08B6G2PXZ
Number of pages: 175
Word Count: 48K




Tagline: A scandalous second-chance romance rife with passion, intrigue, and a life-altering secret.


Book Description:

Despondent from years of war, Keenan returns home to find his clan has been reduced not only in numbers from plague, but the family coffers are nearly depleted. Dedicated to restoring his clan pride, Keenan strikes a bargain with his brothers, they will each marry, but not for love, only for the generous dowries their future wives will bring.

Fionna has suffered the consequences of endless wars and plague, leaving her the unlikely laird of Clan Taylor. When her past love summons her to his keep under the threat of killing her clansmen he captured trying to steal horses, she has no choice but to meet him.

There she discovers a man much changed, heartless and bitter. Especially when he demands that Fionna help him get engaged to her best friend!

Unable to deny him, Fionna plays along, waiting for the right moment to strike, save her clansmen, and celebrate teaching Keenan the hardest lesson of his life.

But not everything is what it seems, and Keenan and Fionna discover that distance and time cannot change what their hearts truly want—each other.

Excerpt #2

He yanked off his boots then undressed, looking forward to bathing. In fact, he was just about to lower into the water when Fionna didn’t bother knocking but strode right in only to stop short. Her eyes rounded and swept over him, lingering on his cock before she turned her head.
“Apologies,” she said over her shoulder. “I thought ye’d be in by now.”
Had she really? Because her clanswoman had not been gone all that long.
“’Tis nothing ye havenae seen before,” he reminded, aroused despite himself as he lowered into the water. Having her so close whilst he wore no clothing made him want to toss her on the bed and sample what had been long gone from him.
“’Tis something I didnae want to see again, though,” she muttered, flat-out lying. So said the catch of her breath and the way she peeked when she thought he wasn’t looking.
“Have ye more water for me?” he asked, letting her know he was submerged.
“Aye.” She poured it in, clearly trying to remain focused on his face. “Now, sit forward so I can remove yer bandage.”
He did as asked, noting how her hands trembled ever-so-slightly as she removed it.
“It looks good.” She inspected the scratch, nodding. “After ye wash it, I will apply a poultice and rewrap it.”
“Ye mean after ye wash it,” he said softly. “All of me, for that matter.”
Her gaze snapped to his face and held before she seemed to gather herself. While he thought he had her for a moment, he should have known better.
“Ye’re out of yer bloody mind if ye think that’s happening, MacLauchlin.” She tossed him a cloth. “See to yerself, then I will return and take care of yer wound.”
“I will see to myself.” She would meet him halfway, though. “But ye will stay.”
“’Tis indecent.”
“I think we both know the moment ye intercepted the lass who filled my bath ye didnae care much about decency.” He began washing. “Ye know how people talk. Especially, I imagine, when it comes to the Taylor chieftain seeing to the MacLauchlin laird's personal needs. And with them undoubtedly knowing about our past.”
“Most dinnae recall such.” Rather than turn away, she leaned against the wall, crossed her arms over her chest, and kept her gaze on him. “’Twas a long time ago, Keenan.”
“Aye, but gossip such as what ye and I shared stays on the tongue for generations,” he assured, because it truly felt like a lifetime ago. Or at least it had until she walked into his castle again. Until he walked into this holding.
“We shared nothing worth gossiping over in the end, though.” Fionna shrugged. “I think mayhap ‘tis just arrogance on yer part.” She shook her head. “The only curiosity ye bring with ye now is the fact ye’re the enemy and holding my brother hostage.”
“But not wee Dougal,” he reminded. “Something it seems yer clan is grateful enough for.” He eyed her, curious how far he could push her. “Or so I assume based on the more than gracious offer I received from the bonny lass who filled my bath.”
Her chin jutted forward a wee bit. “An offer I am sure ye misinterpreted.”
“Nay.” He made a point of thinking about it before he shook his head. “I dinnae think so.”
“Are ye saying my clanswomen are wenches, then?” she bit back, her temper getting the best of her far faster than he anticipated. Which told him she had intercepted the lass, knowing full well such an offer was likely made.
“Nay, not wenches.” He continued washing and nudged her temper along, if for no other reason than to fan the flames of her jealousy. “For I am fairly certain she didnae expect payment for her services.” He winked at her. “Well, anything except a good—”
“Finish washing so I can see to ye.” Her eyebrows slammed together. “I have other things to see to…people to attend to.”
As she no doubt intended, the way she said it made him tense. While it was one thing to taunt her with what he might do with her clanswoman, it was another thing entirely to envision Fionna doing the same with a man. Because there had been plenty of men her age about. Then, of course, the one who rarely left her side.
Tavish.
He knew what Dougal said, but he was just a boy, not savvy to the way men and women worked. And Fionna had hinted last night at just how close she and Tavish really were.
“Aye?” He tried to remain nonchalant when all he could picture was her bedding Tavish. Rage flared that had no place in this situation. In what he must accomplish. Yet, despite his best efforts, he could not leave it alone. “And what people will ye be attending to, Chieftain Taylor?”
“’Tis none of yer concern.” Based on her taunting expression, she knew what kind of effect she was having on him. “It stopped being yer concern a long time ago.”
Had it, then? Aye, he preached to himself.

Yet, he kept pushing.

About the Author:


Sky Purington is the bestselling author of over fifty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Purington married her hero, has an amazing son who inspires her daily and two ultra-lovable husky shepherd mixes. Passionate for variety, Sky's vivid imagination spans several romance genres, including historical, time travel, paranormal, and fantasy. Expect steamy stories teeming with protective alpha heroes and strong-minded heroines.

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Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Beyond Twilight Storybundle #vampires #vampireromance #PNR #fantasy #urbanfantasy


Dare to go Beyond Twilight…


This limited time story bundle will only be available 




 Notes from the Beyond Twilight Storybundle Curator Michelle Fox


Michelle Fox

A psychic FBI agent, the vampire hunting her, and the killer that stalks them both. 

Okay, it’s weird to hype my own books. Here’s what I’ll tell you: both books have never been bundled together before making this a BOGO deal for this Story Bundle, and readers have compared the stories to Ilona Andrews’ Kate Daniels series. My heroine, Mel goes way beyond Twilight because she’s too smart to be impressed by a fancy pair of fangs. The mysteries in each book are intricate and not easily solved even though Mel is psychic...and has an extra, secret super power.

Laura Bickle

Garnet has the blood of the legendary Morrigan – and legions of vampires and witches will go to war to possess that power. 

I’ve been blessed to  know Laura for decades now and she is a lyrical writer with a sly, sardonic sense of humor. Her work has received widespread critical acclaim (starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and her work’s been blurbed by Charles freaking de Lint) and I’m so pleased to offer you the first look at her Celtic vampire story. Her take on Morrigan is hypnotic and magical and takes vampires to a whole new level.(And there are murders of very cool crows. Read it just for that alone. Laura is giving me ideas for the crows in the woods behind my house LOL. ) Morrigan’s Blood is also exclusive to this bundle.

Sedona Venez

If Gia had only stayed away from Devin, he would not be facing the darkness that will now haunt him for eternity. But now it’s too late. Devin’s been turned into an abomination, a creature that will never again be free.

Sedona is a writer who writes romance stories that are intense, dark, and addictive, and I’m excited that her vampire story is exclusive to Story Bundle. Blood Darkness brings us a vampire, Gia, who knows better than anyone what it’s like to have her world ripped out from under her, forced into the darkness, never to walk in the sun again. So when she finds herself to blame for an innocent human, Devin being turned, she knows that it’s up to her to save Devin’s life. 

Tami Lund 

Two vampires fighting over control of Chicago, with one human woman caught in the middle. 

Tami takes us on a wild ride with vampires from Chicago to Jamaica and back again in this two book duet exclusive to Story Bundle. I’ve known Tami for years and she writes great stories that have you racing through the pages to see what happens next.


Ann Gimpel

Vampires don't exactly qualify for the endangered species list, but I'm done skulking in shadows. Gloves off, baby! 

Ann writes lush, kickass characters, bringing the lens in close. Her vampires feel like, well, vampires. They’re not just people with a set of fangs tacked on. Ariana Hawke has been running from her past, vampire style, for centuries. Nickolas was once a master vampire. A scouting trip to add to his seethe goes horribly awry and strands him in a future he’s ill-equipped to deal with. Add a shapeshifting wolf, who’s not a shifter at all, to the mix, and the stage is set for a page-turning, midnight-oil-burning binge.


KN Lee

In a world where Greek Gods rule, vampires stalk the night, and shifters walk amongst us, ancient goddess Inanna is the only one who can save us. But, her ex boyfriend Hades has another plan. 

It’s not often you find a vampire story that involves the pantheon of Greek Gods and this one is a delight. KN has a way of sucking you (pun intended!) in and making you afraid to blink because you don’t want to miss anything. You won’t be able to put Wicked Immortals down.


Marissa Farrar

College isn't easy when you're half-vampire and a local carnival has come to town…

Marissa is a powerhouse who writes riveting can’t-look-away stories. Her vampire has just started college and keeps getting flashes of the future while fighting to control her bloodlust. This is a vampire who strives to be more than her nature, who won’t let the monsters win. Come explore vampires who want more in Twisted Dreams.

Annie Nicholas

Live bait works the best when hunting vampires.

Annie shares a devious murder mystery set in Budapest packed full of vampires and slayers. The imagery and descriptions in Vampire Bait will make you feel like you’re overseas, a welcome escape for 2020. And we go beyond Twilight with a heroine determined to stand on her own two feet and tackle vampires on her own terms.


Liza Street

Three things annoy the hell out of Gracie Boswell: noisy saloons, handsy cowboys, and vampires. 

Liza told me Gracie had been rattling around in her brain for a while, and the Beyond Twilight bundle gave her the nudge she needed to finally get the story down. Gracie came to life in the span of a month, and I was lucky enough to beta read one of the early drafts. I literally told my entire family about this book even though none of them cares about vampires. I was like, “Listen, this was amazing. Whhhhy don’t you love vampires toooo?” Even better, this phenomenal read is exclusive to Story Bundle. Gracie is full of homespun, plucky charm and the story takes vampires well beyond Twilight and into the wild, wild west. 


Marcella Burnard

Witch Rose Buchanan was only supposed to investigate some arcane runes, not let a rogue vampire assassin catch sight of her. 

Marcella is a wry writer with a fine eye for detail and I’m delighted that her story is exclusive to Story Bundle. Blood Knife brings us a vampire who must choose between duty and freedom and the witch who will make that choice hurt. Rose is the strong, stalwart heroine we all need on our side. 

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Echo of Eternity by Skyler Patterson #timetravelromance


Echo of Eternity
The Zulu Chronicles
Book One
Skyler Patterson

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Epic Fantasy/Time Travel
Date of Publication:  January 2020
ISBN: 9781687892270
ASIN: B07NBTGVG1
Number of pages: 349
Word Count: 77,000 words

Book Description:

Trina Loveless is a young, beautiful female Lawyer living in New York City. She has it all. She is wealthy. She has the glamorous clothes. The flyest exotic supercars! She has jewelry and the multi-million dollar Penthouse. She and her girlfriends are living their best lives in Manhattan. She is a savvy Lawyer, yet Trina has no luck with men!

Trina is searching for that one, perfect love in all of the right places. All she finds is playboys and creeps!  She continues to be cheated on, and disrespected by men. Trina is biracial. She is half African American and half Irish. Her father hails from Africa, her mother is from Ireland. Trina has never met her father’s family. Trina goes to Africa to locate her relatives on her fathers’ side of the family there. Trina undergoes a life-changing journey of cultural awareness and self-discovery. She meets her relatives that are of a legendary tribe of African Zulu warriors. She begins a pilgrimage and an epic journey across the continent of Africa, to reach her ancestral tribal clan. Trina while searching the tribal history of her ancestors finds herself somehow 200 years into her past in ancient Africa .

Trina finds herself in the middle of the rise of the legendary African King Shaka  Zulu! She finds herself in the middle of tribal warfare and slavery! Trina falls hard for a handsome young African Prince named Adawande. But the Zulu’s think she is a spy! Also the tribal monk/sorcerers called The Shama Majite might want her dead! 

How would Trina get back to 2019! And could she leave the love of  her life, that  she could  not find in the  21st century? 

Bear witness to an epic, time- traveling, romantic adventure like no other! Filled with love, lust, skullduggery, sorcery, and the paranormal. A romantic tale for the Ages!


Excerpt from Chapter 1 TRINA LOVELESS

I was a loser at love until I won. But first my heart was broken in my dreams. My young, red heart broken in a dream. A nightmare of bliss. It was strange. But was  my  dream  a  nightmare  or  a  bliss? It was both. How could this be? Let me tell you. First there was the strangeness that happened before the nightmares. It all  began with  that  clock  that  I  bought to  place in my  kitchen upon the  wall. Now I didn’t need a clock. I mean they are practically obsolete as everyone uses cell phones nowadays to check the time. But I having recently moved into my incredible  Penthouse decided   that  I  should  have  a  nice  clock in my kitchen. I  placed  it right above my kitchen  table  to  gaze up at in the mornings, while I  sipped upon my coffee.
Everything was fine at first. It “tic-tocked”. Then one morning I awoke and the clock was on the floor.  So I just placed it back up on its nail and all was well right? Wrong. When I returned from the office that night guess what? That clock was back on the floor! Again! What the hell!
What did I do? I hung it more securely with a bigger nail.  And the next morning it was on the floor again! That’s when I took that friggen clock and tossed it in the garbage! I tossed it down the garbage chute in the hallway! I heard it slip and slide into its glorious disappearance! I went to bed that night and slept well. When  I  awoke in the  morning to  get my  eggs  and bacon what did  I  see?  
You guessed it. There it was up there on the wall again! What in the hell?! Was I becoming delusional? Maybe it was my hard partying.  I will admit me and my girlfriends we partied hard. But what of it?  Maybe it was the alcohol.  But no! I mean  I  did see that  damn  clock  on the ground  after I  placed it securely on that nail! I saw it again as it slid down that garbage chute.
I gazed up at that thing. I sighed and I could hear it “tic-tocking”.  Suddenly that clock it stopped! I froze in   horror as I saw the hands slowly reversing! That did it! “What in the hell is happening here”! yelled I!  My hands are on my head!  I snatched  the   clock  off of  the  wall and  tossed  it to  the  ground! The clear plastic cover shatters! It is slow-motion shattering like a hundred, broken dreams! I stomp upon it! Pieces are everywhere upon the kitchen floor! I swept them up and tossed the broken clock into the trash.
I awoke the next morning and well guess what? I look up and there it is! Again! In perfect, working condition tic tocking! I give up!  Was it the alcohol that I might be drinking too much of? Is it the drugs I sometimes partake of on the weekends with my girlfriends? Was it the marijuana and those assortment of pills?!  No! I know I am not crazy! Not yet anyway! I was  going  to tell my   girlfriend  about  this,  but  kept it to myself so that  she  would not  think  me  full- blown  “coo-coo loco”!  
So  when  I  sat  there  in the kitchen  eating  supper  with  my  best  friend  Gabrielle  Goodlyn . I said not a word about that damned- haunted clock!  And I was free of any other “Paranormal Happenings” until that clock fell down and landed on the kitchen table! “Boom”! “What the hell Trina”?! exclaimed my girlfriend Gabrielle. And worse! It was the way that clock fell! It glided off the wall sideways and fell on the table! It didn’t fall down straight as gravity had promised! “Boom”! It knocked over our wine glasses! The red wine spilled upon the floor! “What the hell?!! Girlfriend your Penthouse is haunted! Get a priest! But damn! I wouldn’t leave the floor to ceiling glass windows and swimming pool for no friggin ghost!” said she. And then there was the thing about those nightmares!  Oh yes! I every few days would wake up in the night in a cold sweat. 
And what a bizarre dream. I am lying on my back upon the ground outdoors somewhere!  I am on some type of battlefield! What?! Why?! I stare upwards and I can see vultures circling above me! I am wearing some sandals, tiger loincloths and I am clutching a spear. Really?! Loincloth?!  A spear?! Why! What the hell?!  I slowly raise myself up and I see nothing but smoke! As I look around I see dark - skinned people in front of me and behind me! Thousands! I hear animals!  I hear drums! Loud drums! Tigers are roaring!  And  then  I  am in  slow-motion spinning, twirling  a long  spear hand  to  hand in the air! I gaze in front of me and I can see 3 females in long red, hooded robes! Side by side they are standing! Their backs are to me. Their hoods are drawn over their heads! Their hands are moving in some, slow-motion -graceful -synchronization!  Their long robes of red are snapping in the winds. Suddenly their hands explode into a sizzling electricity! Then their hands are bursting into flames and black smoke is whooshing off of them! It was as if they were casting some incendiary spell of sorcery! Suddenly I run ahead of them! I lunge forward! I am slow-motion throwing my long spear into smoky darkness! 
Suddenly a man’s dark body falls towards me from the smoke! He falls on his side with my spear right through him!  I pull it out and I spit on his corpse! I yank an elephant mask off of his face! His face is in that wide-opened stare of death! What?!  Why did I do that?! What in the hell kind of dream is this anyway?! And then I hear it! Shrieking elephants stampeding towards me! Elephants?! 
Why?! What in the hell?! Beneath my feet, the ground is shaking! I can hear some female voice chanting/singing in African speech! But who is singing?! Drums! I can still hear them now! Loud! They are everywhere! Who is playing them! The ground it rumbles more beneath my feet! I lose my balance! I fall down! Suddenly I see a tall, dark, muscular, shirtless, man in loincloth approaching me! He emerges from the smoking darkness!  He is bald of head. He is calling out my name! He is reaching down to me!  He picks me up! He is kissing me! His tongue is in my mouth!  Mist and black smoke block his face from my view!  We slowly collapse down to the ground!  His strong arms wrap round me! Holy Shit! He is still kissing me! 
I cannot see anyone’s face! I cannot see his face! Damn!  We are on the ground! We are kissing! It feels so good! He moves slowly between my legs! He cups my face with his two hands!  But wait! Those elephants are still bearing down on us! They are about to crush us and stampede us when suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly I wake up! Damn it! But what does it all mean?! The clock?! The battlefield?! I am afraid yet enthralled at the same damned time! Who was that man?! Who were those 3 women?! I am breathing heavily. I gaze around my darkened bedroom. I  just knew  that  I  needed  to  buy some  friggen sleeping pills because   I  loved  the  part of my  dream  that had  HIM  in it!   I told Gabby about my nightmares. Do you know what she told me? she said:
“Girl, you know what it means is that you are gonna quit your cushy job as a lawyer and get a minimum wage job at the Bronx Zoo!! Tee Hee Hee—“
“---Oh you got jokes huh”. I respond.
 Who am I?  My name is Trina Loveless. I am a wealthy, young, bi-racial, African American female lawyer living in Manhattan. I love New York City. Oh my life! My plight: Can I learn to love less the material things. Things like Vanity, Jewelry and Money. Can I instead learn to love more about my own true- self? Can I learn more about what makes me, me? Can I learn more about my culture and how my past has made me who I am today? Can I refrain from making unwise decisions? Can I stand up for myself and others without doubting myself? And most important of all:  Can I find a true love? Does true love even exist?  Yes, I live in New York City. The city that never sleeps.  I should know. Me and my girlfriends we party so hard that we don’t sleep! Yes that’s always me stumbling into work on Mondays. I ask myself how did I get so trashed?! Oh, yeah it was the “Comedy Nite’ on Wednesdays. “Happy Hour/Buffet” Thursdays. That House music club on Fridays. That Hip –Hop club Saturday, and that meringue club in the “Boogie -Down Bronx’ on Sunday! You know the place  where the  guys  rub  you  so  close you  swear  you  just  had sex!  And where you could have sex in the bathroom if you got lucky! The music is pounding! The lights flashing! My world is slow-motion now. We are the partying people dancing in the flickering, neon darkness. Us with our hands in the skies! Us dancing! Touching! Kissing men! My world speeds back up. Us exchanging Facebook and Instagram with the fly ones and telling the creeps: “Fuckouttahere!” Us in the bathroom smoking the Mary- Jane-Juanna and popping the Xanax pills.
  And that’s how I stumble into Monday. But what of it.  I sometimes go to church on Sundays and pray away all the sin. My Irish mom she says:’ Stay in Queens! The suburbs! Trina why live in Manhattan? In her Irish Gaelic. You wanna try and be like “Sex and the   -Urban folk—‘
“---Hell no! Mom, I just wanna have sex IN the city! Tee hee hee”!
“My daughter has a potty mouth”! says she. “Tell it to the judge mom! I do”! That’s me on Monday at the Law firm of Clarke, Williams and Levitz. That’s me in my office checking my caseload. I fight the law cases. The cheating husbands. The reality show stars caught in Bloomies shoplifting. The murder trials... The rape cases. The “Black Lives Matter” cases and the very sad soap opera that is my love life. Or my lack of a love life…
I would tell you that I am just like any other girl. I struggled like everybody else. I chased boys and boys chased me. And I guess you could say that I was daddy’s little girl. My dad he doted on me. Mom said he protected me and made sure that he was always there to fight our battles. Until my father needed to fight his own battles. My dad was a soldier. He fought in the Desert Storm war of the 90’s. He fought battle after battle there. And then one day my father lost his battle... That day was June 8, 1995. He died from his injuries from the war. I was born earlier that year. And that  was when I  began to  realize  that I  would need to  fight my own  battles. My mother accepted the folded flag that draped over daddy’s coffin. The soldiers trumpet echoed in the air. And somewhere along the line, I began to help others fight their battles. I became a lawyer. I was a loser at love until I won…





About the Author:

Skyler Patterson is an independent author from New York City. He began writing in 2016.

Skyler  had never  written  any type of  book  before  and  woke  up  one morning and  decided  to  write  himself a  novel.

Skyler Patterson’s books have given him fans from all over the world.  He is a versatile writer  who  writes  adult fiction as well as YA.