By Rebekah Campbell, David Estes, Amber Garr, Karen Amanda Hooper, Stephanie Judice, Leigh Michael
In honor of those who lost the battle and those who continue to fight, all proceeds from this anthology will be donated to cancer research and support.
(Teasers)“Emily Jenkins, corrupting young men. What would people say?” He tutted at me and as if by magic, I spotted an elderly lady walking along the pavement, scrunching up her nose to stare at us. – Surprise Visitor (The Darkness Through the Light Series) When I thought I might make her lips too swollen from my rough need of her, I pulled away. Those half-open dark eyes could’ve pulled me into Hell, and I would’ve gladly followed with a stupid smile on my face. - Jeremy’s Heart (Saga of the Setti) Even when you know it’s the right thing to do, running away from home is never easy. They’re not good people. I can’t stay here anymore. – The Runaway-Tawni’s Story (The Dwellers Saga) He smiled and my heart melted. One look like that and I second guessed every decision I made. – Rift (The Syrenka Series) I had to entertain myself somehow, and being around these ridiculous humans made me homesick for a land I left centuries ago. – Human Resources (The Lelia Marx Novels) This too shall pass. I mentally repeated it over and over, hoping Nathaniel’s injury wasn’t as bad as my crumbling heart made it out to be. – The Sound of Love (The Kindrily Series) Perhaps the hardest thing to accept about one’s fate is that it can take years to unfold. But when it does, it’s worth every second, every breath, and every dream. – Fate (Annabelle’s Story)
(The Syrenka Series - Cold Feet)As soon as I saw the first glimmer of sunrise, I trudged back up to the house and tried to prepare myself for the humiliation to come. Though early morning, a flurry of movement reminded me that wedding preparations were in full swing. I sighed as I took that last, heavy step up to the expansive wood deck. No amount of preparation would make this any easier. The sliding glass door slid open with a thud, and three protectors emerged carrying large vases of flowers. Troy saw me standing in the shadows and nodded in my direction. “Master Matthew. I didn’t know you were here already.” I tried to make my smile look authentic. “Couldn’t sleep.” He set the heavy arrangement down and wiped a bead of sweat from his face. “Getting cold feet yet?” he teased. My stomach flipped and I swallowed the anger in my throat. Instead of replying I forced out a laugh. This wouldn’t be easy. I was here and no one knew Eviana was gone. Who do I tell first? “Is Mistress Dumahl inside?” I asked, deciding on her mother, the leader of their clan. “Yes, in the banquet room I believe,” Troy said. I nodded to him and walked inside the house. Moving around the center island, I couldn’t help but notice the flowers and baskets and wedding decorations scattered all over the place. A lot had gone into the planning of this wedding, and a lot of people were going to be very disappointed. As I rounded the corner, I ran into a petite woman carrying a clipboard and yelling into her cell phone. “No, I said fuchsia, not pink. You better not show up here with pink bows.” She looked up with a glare before recognizing me. “I’m not arguing about this anymore. Just be here soon.” She hung up and shook her head. “I tell you, give someone a little leeway and they think they can redesign the whole wedding.” “Mistress Dumahl,” I said. “I need to…” “Please, call me Marguerite, Kain. You’re a part of this family now.” She beamed at me with a smile that perfectly matched Eviana’s. I sucked in a breath. “I wasn’t expecting you so early, but I’m glad you’re here. Perhaps you can get her out of bed?” “Eviana? But I need to talk to…” “Yes,” she said and brushed past me. “Please tell Eviana that I need her downstairs in twenty minutes.” Before she finished that sentence, her phone rang again. I heard her yelling at yet another vendor as she marched through the house. Tempted to leave, I stood there weighing the pros and cons of that decision. I could just slip away until they noticed Eviana had left and let them break the news to me. That would be easier, but that would also be cowardly.
(The Leila Marx Novels - Discovery)The aroma of simmering bacon mixed with freshly cooked eggs filled the kitchen and tempted my stomach. Russ hustled back and forth between the table and stove as graceful as a dancer, not once breaking his stride. Much appreciated in my house, his cooking skills only added to the attractiveness. I leaned against the counter to enjoy the view. Dressed only in a pair of jeans, Russ’ bare back flexed with each little move. His muscular arms moved effortlessly and when he turned to smile at me, my heart fluttered. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said. Despite the novelty of our relationship, I predicted he was here to stay. No one had ever made me feel like this before. I smiled and walked to his side, wrapping my arms around his waist and squeezing tight. “Morning,” I replied. Lifting my head to meet his lips, another rush of emotions flooded my body. On top of my own infatuation, an overwhelming sense of happiness embraced me. Despite trying to shield myself, Russ’ feelings poured through every place our skin touched. We were both ridiculously content with each other. I smiled, but then noticed only one plate at the table. “You’re not staying?” Russ kissed the top of my head and pushed away to finish lifting the bacon out of the sizzling pan. “No, I have to go home and then into work for a bit.” Pouting, I pulled the chair out and sat down next to the single setting. He laughed and loaded up my plate. “Don’t look so sad. I’ll be back tonight.” Rare for us to spend a night apart, I still couldn’t control the tingling in my body every time we planned to see each other. “What are you doing today?” Russ asked while rinsing the pans. “I think I’ll go check out that psychic I told you about.” He’d cooked the bacon to a perfect crisp and I savored my first bite. With a full mouth, I added, “She’s one of the last ones I haven’t met.” Russ shook his head and chuckled. My little project amused him. Knowing the special gifts I had, he accepted the idea of others like me. But he thought my efforts to prove them wrong were unnecessary. Every time I moved to a new city, I made it a point of identifying the true psychics. So far, they’ve all been fake. In a city the size of Baltimore, I expected to find at least one. Maybe the lady today would be the real deal. “Well, have fun.” Russ dried his hands and leaned across the small kitchen table to grab my face. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re the only psychic in my book.”
About the Editor
Social Contact for all Authors
Name: Amber Garr
Series: The Syrenka Series & The Leila Marx Novels
Genre: YA and Adult Urban Fantasy
Name: David Estes
Series: The Dwellers Saga, The Evolution Trilogy, and The Adventures of Nikki Powergloves
Genre: YA Dystopian, YA Paranormal, and Children’s Fantasy
Name: Karen Amanda Hooper
Series: The Sea Monster Memoirs & The Kindrily
Genre: YA fantasy and paranormal
Name: Leigh Michael
Series: Annabelle’s Story
Genre: YA paranormal adventure
Name: Rebekah Campbell
Facebook: None yet.
Series: Darkness Through the Light series - Living in the Dark (#1) to be published start of Nov.
Name: Stephanie Judice
Series: Saga of the Setti
Genre: YA Paranormal/Romance