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A Time Apart
Rebecca N. Caudill
Genre: Paranormal Romance , Vampire
Date of Publication: February 8, 2015
Number of pages: 211 (estimated)
Word Count: 71,020
Cover Artist: Rebecca N. Caudill
A love story that traverses the confines of time, life, and death, uniting two passionate souls from different worlds and ages …
Olivia Donnelly has spent her whole life obsessing about how she will die. When tragedy strikes, reality comes crashing down and she’s forced to confront her fears head on. Hoping that a move across the globe will help her to cope with a devastating loss, she arrives in Ireland a broken down shell of a woman looking for a second chance at life.
Almost immediately Olivia is drawn to places she’s never been, and to a man that she’s never met. When she crosses paths with the mysterious and frustratingly private William Macauley, her life is thrown into turmoil unlike any she has ever known. The two couldn’t be more different – she’s human, he’s a vampire – but Olivia can’t get him out of her mind. Having acknowledged her overwhelming desire for William, now she must come to terms with how her feelings for him will greatly alter her future.
Olivia’s understanding of life – and death – take on new meaning as she examines the truth of the person she once was, the woman she was born to be, and how William is the key to her everlasting happiness.
Available at Amazon
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Flight 716 with service from San Francisco to Dublin. We ask that you please fasten your seat belts and secure all baggage beneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead compartments. At this time, please turn all personal electronic devices to airplane mode so that they cannot transmit a signal. As you know, smoking is prohibited for the duration of our journey to Dublin, and that includes in the lavatories. Thank you for choosing Aer Lingus. Enjoy your flight.”
It was usually at this point in any flight where Olivia’s real panic kicked in. Shortly – terrifyingly – the plane would be airborne with nothing but land and sea below. While she knew statistically that airplanes were safer than cars, she’d never known anyone – let alone two anyones – who had been killed, their bodies never recovered, from a freak accident on the freeway. Not to say that it didn’t happen everyday; she just didn’t know anyone that it had happened to.
To distract her mind, she listened to the crew outline the plane’s safety procedures and then the Captain’s welcome, including the weather forecast for Dublin – rainy and brisk, how shocking. Sipping the champagne the flight attendant had offered her when she boarded, Olivia felt the combination of the Valium and the alcohol take over her body, but not quite enough that she gave up the death grip she had on the arm rests. As she felt the tell tale tingle of the Valium working its magic, she thought – not for the first time – that maybe someday a plane crash wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to her. Maybe someday she’d just never wake up from the self-induced drug and alcohol fueled nothingness she needed just to fly.
Who am I kidding?
Sadly, more and more frequently it wasn’t just plane rides that had her mixing booze and pills. Most days she wrapped herself in a hazy blur of alcohol like a security blanket, protecting her in a cocoon of mental fuzziness.
Olivia felt her pulse beginning to race and her breathing accelerate, and she made a conscious effort not to panic, not to look over at Judgy lest the woman start advocating for professional psychiatric help. It wouldn’t have been the first time some well-meaning motherly type had tried to get Olivia into therapy. She stole a quick glance in Judgy’s direction only to find that she was already engrossed in her novel, Olivia’s neurosis and emotional paralysis the least of her concerns.
Not too long after she had fought back the near panic attack, the whirring of the engines lulled Olivia into a stupor that soon resulted in a fitful sleep. For the next ten hours she didn’t exactly fall into a deep slumber, but she wasn’t fully awake either. Her mind seemed to float between a dreaming and wakeful state, and she felt strangely separated from her body. She’d see snippets of things in her head but wasn’t sure if the images were of events or instances that she was remembering, things she was imagining, or scenarios she was concocting to be used in her novel.
And then Olivia saw, quite clearly, the face of a man she had never met and yet she felt like she had known him all of her life – blue eyes, sharp and unnaturally piercing as if he could see deep into her soul. She saw a field of green that stretched far and wide, rolling hills dotted with sheep and lined with stacked stone walls. She saw herself as a child chasing a puppy larger than she was down by a river while laughing that high-pitched squeal that only a child can make as the dog raced back toward her covered in mud and dripping with water. And then that image changed as quickly as it came and she saw her mother as a young woman, happy and carefree, in love with a man who was not Gerald Donnelly.
And as she always did when in one of her fitful states of sleep, Olivia saw all the ways she could die – car accident; mugging gone horribly wrong after having put up a brave fight; her house on fire, the flames licking at her feet as she tried to run; her body weak and broken as it was ravished by cancer; or her heart slowly stopping as she lay in her bed, blind from old age and hunched with the rigors of time.
And in these dreams she was ready for it – any of it – almost welcoming the vast blackness that would follow whatever her death would be.
And then she saw that face again – the man she didn’t know but felt so deeply that she should. He whispered her name, longingly, “Olivia.”
Rebecca Caudill read her first novel when she was just four years old and has been hooked on books ever since. When she wasn't writing her own stories, she was sneaking copies of her mom's paperbacks to read late into the night.
Fast forward several years later and Rebecca graduated from the University of Pittsburgh with a B.A. in Journalism and a minor in English Lit, which gave her new insight into the written word. Following college, Rebecca embarked on a career in tech PR in the famed Silicon Valley, which eventually led to her leading Global R&D communications for a Fortune 500 company that everyone knows by name. Finally, after more than a decade of writing words ascribed to other people, in December 2014 she quit her job to pursue writing full time.
Today Rebecca lives with her husband and beautiful-but-neurotic cat in Oakland, California. When not creating fictional worlds inhabited by strong women, rakes, rogues, and dashing heroes, she is planning her next vacation, trying out new recipes, or drinking Islay scotch.
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Genre: YA, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Jena Baxter Books
Date of Publication: February 16th, 15
Number of pages: 214
Word Count: 52,313
Cover Artist: Consuelo Parra
Model: Amber Ornelas
A teenage girl enters a carriage in Central Park and disembarks in Victorian, England.
Cursed by her sister Brooke, Alexis Powell arrives in the Victorian Era where she meets Ezra, who was recently murdered by an assassin his brother Amos hired. Now a supernatural creature, Ezra sees into Alexis’ mind with a touch and Intrigued by her memories, offers his help only to be rebuffed for his kindness. Alexis runs away, but Ezra is unable to shake off what he saw. He follows her through the streets of London.
Vulnerable after the death of his Father, his brother’s harassment, and Alexis’ many rejections, Ezra decides to stop following her. Alexis is unable to find work or food. Facing starvation, she steals a tomato and Ezra finds her facing the local magistrate and an angry mob. He pays for her freedom.
Finally accepting the help Ezra offers, Alexis moves into the manor he shares with his brother. Romance blossoms but the bond between Ezra and Amos is worse than Alexis’ relationship with Brooke.
While Ezra and Alexis search for a way to send her home, Amos looks for a way to kill them.
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/-2P1NTDmQww
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Somehow I was certain I was no longer in New York. The streets were cobblestone, and the buildings wood and brick. A lot of them were broken down, old and shabby. The alleys were filthy and smelled like shit. Exhausted, I looked for a place to hide but didn’t know where to go. When I couldn’t move another muscle, I hid behind a wooden staircase with my back against the wall and fought not to jump at every sound.
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, and didn’t know how long I’d slept, but it looked close to mid-morning when I opened my eyes and looked around.
The women walking by were wearing long, full dresses, and big feathered hats. The men’s pants were more form fitting, not the jeans they usually wear. Some of the children running around were barefoot and downright filthy, looking as if they had been rolling in mud or playing with charcoal. I cringed when I saw a boy carrying a rat by the tail. Everything was straight out of a Dickens novel. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see little Dorrit, or Ebenezer Scrooge waltz by any minute now. I rubbed my nose with the palm of my hand. What the hell was I going to do?
This obviously wasn’t real, so I must have fallen in with a role playing community of some sort. My mother and father used to play dungeons and dragons. Maybe this was the same thing, but in the extreme.
Something slammed into my back. I screamed and turned at the sound of a woman yelling at me. The broom in her hand whooshed down again, just missing my face.
“Whoa. Hey, stop!”
What was wrong with these people? I couldn’t understand a word she said, so I ran. She chased me, swinging the broom until I left the alley.
I stopped to catch my breath, smoothed my clothes, and approached a woman in a long brown dress with a white bonnet and black boots. She stared at me like I was some sort of freak. Uh ... she was the freak, not me. Maybe the men would be friendlier, but not one of them would stop. Then I saw the man that crashed into me yesterday across the road. He looked a little different, wearing a brown suit, and an odd piece of material similar to a scarf around his neck, with a top hat. He was actually still attractive in the weird clothes. Dodging carts and vendors, I made a bee-line for him. At least he wouldn’t chase me with a broom.
Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
A fairy, princess or ballerina in my early years, an archeologist or hospital administrator in my adult years.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
I always considered myself a writer, but not an author until I published my first book.
How long did it take to get your first book published?
I sent out a few queries, then went to a writer’s conference and came home excited about self-publishing. So once Reflections was written, and re-written, and re-written, not long at all.
Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?
I don’t. I’m one of the few writers that are able to write full time. I also volunteer read for an annual screenwriting competition.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
The Carriage. A teenage girl boards a carriage with her sister in New York, and arrives alone in Victorian London.
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
About two weeks for planning and another month and a half for a complete first draft of a novel. After that it can take another six months to a year of rewriting.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
I have a dramatic fantasy romance I just finished about a warrior angel sent on a guardian assignment to restore a marriage. He falls in love with his charge and then realizes she’s in danger so he covers her memories, restores the marriage, and stays with her to deal with the menace ahead. I will be publishing that one in the next few months.
I have a darker novella planned as The Carriage’s sequel.
I’m working on a paranormal romance story about covens who police the supernatural community but they are arguing amongst themselves over who should be the governing power, while the vampires and werewolves want to overthrow them. I meant for it to be a stand-alone novel, but it’s looking like a series of novellas.
Another story begging for attention is called, One with the Dragon, about a nation of people who’ve committed to bond with dragons and guard the nations. But the Methali people began treating the dragons like servants. A dictator is taking power while the dragons are deserting the Methali people.
I’m also working on rewriting my very first story. Pretentious is a sex, drugs and rock n roll romance that begins in high school and ends as adults. Since it would be an incredibly long novel, I’m going to release it as a series of novellas. Everyone has their own story and there will be bittersweet moments from beginning to end.
I also hope to sneak a rewrite of Hans Christian Anderson’s, Little Match Girl, in there.
What genre would you place your books into?
The Carriage is a paranormal historical romance, and Reflections is a YA historical fantasy, but it has a little bit of romance too. Everything I’ve written has a fantasy or paranormal element except for Pretentious.
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
I like stories that take me into other worlds. I love history, and creating cultures and characters that are diverse and worth following.
Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?
There are so many, and my favorites change on occasion. I think Ezra from The Carriage is my favorite right now. He’s been through a lot but he’s a man of integrity and he meets the challenges of clashing cultures to be with his modern girl.
How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?
I’ve been writing since I was a child. First poetry, a short story or two, and now novels.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
I do have a chair that’s all mine, but I don’t listen to music unless there is noise in the house. I really need silence when I’m plotting things out or working on a first draft. If I do listen to music, it’s instrumental and something that has a similar ambiance to my story.
Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?
I read every one of them. Writing is an odd thing. You work with other writers and editors and it seems like everyone has differing thoughts and opinions. We all think we have a good story, but reality is the mind of the readers and whether or not the world we created and its characters came alive for them.
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
Most often I get the title when I get the idea.
How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
I have a list of names I like for various reasons, and I will look for names online sometimes.
Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?
Character names come first for me.
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?
Both, they always change a little bit as I write.
Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")
Not intentionally, but both of my novels convey there are consequences to every action.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
I still love the old paperbacks, but lately its kindle or audible.
What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?
My favorite book is actually a series by Mary Stewart. The Merlin story beginning with The Crystal Cave and ending with The Wicked Day. I’ve read and re-read it so many times over the years. I even read it to my mom when she was ill.
Your favorite food is?
Your favorite singer/group is?
That’s a tough question. I like to listen to epic movie soundtracks, but I really like Green Day and Imagine Dragons.
Your favorite color is?
Your favorite Author is?
Renea Mason. I really like Brandon Sanderson too.
Jena Baxter has always loved history and time travel. She liked to read, and often wrote poetry as a stress inhibitor while growing up. But like other writers, she dreamed of writing a novel. So she enrolled at the UCLA Writer's Extension, to gain the confidence and skill to move forward.
Today Jena has a YA Fantasy novel, as well as a YA Paranormal Romance novel online and in print.
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: March 17, 2015
Number of pages: 211
Word Count: 80k
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Consumed by the need to feed…
After an out-of-control spell triggers the zombie apocalypse, Lizzy Addams is left in the ruins of Chicago with only the slightly unhinged commentary—and endless erotic appetites—of her inner demon for company. Her blood supply dwindling, she is forced to find survivors to feed from, or die trying.
Officer Angela Kinney was on duty when hungry corpses overwhelmed the city. The survivors look to her for leadership, but nothing prepared her for a beautiful monster who offers safety in exchange for blood.
Sean MacMillan never expected to see Lizzy again after she rejected his attempts to lure her back to the vampire fold. But with his flock threatened by the horde and his murderous vampire brother, Lizzy is the only one he can trust to keep them safe.
The veil of secrecy shrouding the supernatural world torn apart, humanity’s only hope is to forge an alliance with vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night. Though accepting their aid could be a devil’s bargain that puts humans at the bottom of the food chain.
Warning: Contains vampire orgies, angsty demon sex, a frisky lesbian werewolf, light kink, and enough sex toys to start a store.
I opened my mouth to ask for a volunteer, and noticed just a fraction too late that a priest’s collar peeked out from under Manuel’s overcoat and that he was eyeing me in an unfriendly manner. He spat at me in Latin and pulled a cross that exploded with blinding light. The image seared into my retinas as holy fire hit me full blast.
I’d rescued a damn priest. What a fucking way to die.
My inner demon shrieked, and I hissed like a pissed-off alley cat and bolted. I slammed against the roof ’s edge and toppled over it like a drunk after the bars close, then crashed through the plastic top of a Dumpster in the alley. For a moment I was relieved to be out of the burning, but it was quickly followed by the sudden onset of the what-the-fuck pain of my landing.
The world had ended before garbage day, so I was up to my ass in trash bags that stank like rancid vomit. Mobs descended on my Dumpster in a sea of arms outstretched to grab and devour me. Like sharks in a feeding frenzy, they were programmed to bite first and ask questions later. My pink Chucks had no traction as I tried to climb atop the Dumpster, and I slipped and struggled. Ugh. Death by fashion. I should’ve gone for the Doc Martens.
Mobs weren’t good at ladders, but they could handle climbing short distances, and two toppled over the edge and into the garbage. I tried to kick myself into flight, but my magic fizzled and refused to cooperate. No fuel, no magic. One of the trash zombies’ rotted teeth sank through my jeans and into my leg, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I ripped my leg away, losing a chunk of flesh and muscle in the process, and with a rush of pure terror I vaulted out of the garbage and into the alley. When I hit the ground my wounded leg buckled and I collapsed. The dead closed over me like an ocean wave and clawed at my cashmere coat with frostbitten fingers until I wriggled out of it and broke free. I booked it as best I could, ducking and weaving through the crowd.
Despite my fear, I had enough sense left to run down the alley away from the spot the humans had been. I emerged into the street opposite, found it likewise occupied by mobs, and cursed as I headed into the next alley. A metal fire escape clung to the side of the building to my right, and I leapt, pulled the ladder down and hustled up it as my wounded leg fought me the whole way. When I reached the roof I sighed with relief and lay flat, staring up at the full moon as hunger raged through me like a slavering, rabid dog.
I needed to feed, and the only living humans in Chicago were traveling with a priest with a grudge. I wouldn’t make it home without blood—hell, I wouldn’t make it off this rooftop. In a few hours the sun would rise and I’d be Lizzy Addams flambé.
It sucked to be a vampire at the end of the world.
Character Name: Lizzy Addams
Character Bio: Lizzy has been avoiding vampire society for the past hundred years. After an out-of-control spell triggers the zombie apocalypse, Lizzy Addams is left in the ruins of Chicago with only the slightly unhinged commentary—and endless erotic appetites—of her inner demon for company. With her blood supply dwindling, she is forced to find survivors to feed from, or die trying.
If you can add a dreamcast pic of the character that would be greatJ
Describe yourself. What is your worst and best quality?
This is a dangerous question to ask a woman. It’s almost like, “Do I look fat in this dress?” Any answer has drama potential. But since you asked, I like to think of myself as a lover, not a fighter. I’m just a girl whose intentions are good. It’s my inner demon that causes the problems.
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
I wish people could understand that I’m an exception to the vampire rule. Most vamps spend their immortality being cheesy Bond villains. That’s not me. I’m a kinder, gentler vampire.
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
Mostly it’s the vampire thing, but with the world filled with mobile corpses, the cat’s out of the bag that the dead stalk the night.
What are you most afraid of?
Villagers with torches and pitchforks.
What do you want more than anything?
World peace. Though right about now I’d settle for a good cheeseburger. Zombies ruin everything, including fast food.
What is your relationship status?
If this was Facebook, I’d say, “it’s complicated.”
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
It depends on what I’m doing. My inner demon prefers leather and lace. I’m more of a jeans and T-shirt girl, unless I’m in corporate mode, then it’s all power suits and designer shoes.
How much of a rebel are you?
My Master would say I’m going through a rebellious phase. But he’s a prick, so what does he know?
What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?
My building. It’s a twenty-five story tall solar-powered beauty, all glass and steel, topped with my very own landing pad. And it has my own underground bunker that keeps me safe from vampire hunters.
What is your idea of happiness?
Happiness is flannel pajamas and a high-speed Internet connection.
What is your current state of mind?
Bored. Kinda wish those zombies would go away.
What is your most treasured possession?
My collection of plush Rottweilers.
What is your most marked characteristic?
People tend to notice the fangs when I’m pissed off or hungry.
What do you dislike most?
Zombies. And people who talk on their cell phones in restaurants.
Which living person do you most despise?
I despise most living people. They’re all untrustworthy. One moment they think you’re cool, then out come the wooden stakes.
What is your greatest regret?
I wish I could have traveled more, but vampires are super territorial.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Kindness. I’ve been around too many mean men.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Soulful eyes. Wait, that sounds shallow. Honesty and soulful eyes.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
Buffy the vampire slayer. Yeah, she killed my people, but most of us have it coming.
Which living person do you most admire?
Ugh, as I said, the living are boring.
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I’d like to be taller. And not part demon. Sadly I’m stuck this way.
What is your motto?
Paranoia is just another word for longevity.
Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing.
Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.
As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.
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Author: Stephanie Witter
Category/Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Jo Raven
Release Date: June 9th
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They hadn’t seen each other in six years.
She’d always had a crush on him.
He'd only ever seen her like a little sister.
And now...he’s back.
I thought that he was a part of a distant past. I thought I didn’t feel anything for him now, but I was not so sure anymore. Having him back in my life, for however long it was, was making me see things differently. So many things had changed in the last six years and somehow I’d lost myself and forgotten all about my dreams.
My home life was still a mess, my personal life was nothing to boast about and when I see how successful he is, how everything he’d always wanted came true, I couldn't help but feel lacking in a lot of ways. But he’s back and he needed me. I knew I was the only one who understood that part of his life, the only one he’s willing to share it with. My heart is still beating too hard and too fast for him and this time around, I was as much an adult as he was.
Having a six year age gap didn't mean shit.
Being back in Riverdale was harder than I thought. I’d turned my back on that life, but there had always been that one girl in my head. Little B. Now she’s nothing like the twelve year old girl I’d last seen. She’s a young woman, gorgeous and sexy. I couldn't stay away. There’s something drawing me to her and it goes beyond my need to reconnect with her, to have her back in my life and fill the hollow part of my chest. But I couldn't forget the little girl she had been; I shouldn’t forget the little girl she used to be.
Growing up with a junkie mother and nobody else, my neighbor, Brooklyn, had been my only happy place. I had taken care of her, and when I had left, I had to leave behind a huge part of me. I couldn't do it again. I needed her. Once again, she’s the only person I want in my life, but I wasn’t sure if it was for all the right reasons.
Were there too many obstacles in the way?
About the author:
Stephanie Witter is a French dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she started reading in English when she couldn’t wait any longer for Harry Potter to be translated in French. After a while, reading wasn’t enough. She started writing Young Adult and New Adult Contemporary novels and PATCH UP is her first New Adult Contemporary novel.
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