Art Of Death is the first book in the Curse Breakers series. When Rowan and Abel where born, a curse which was upon their family for centuries was finally broken. Curse Breakers were sought after for the bidding of other Mystics, so their parents along with their other siblings went into hiding in the secluded town of Kodiak Falls.
As Rowan was going about her daily life, she makes one mistake about teasing a couple with a dead rat( yes the humor behind this is great, who wants to watch a couple full on make out with loud noises at your place of employment), in front of a ghost she hadn't realized was there. This one mistake sets into motion events that could not have been foreseen. Abel, while trying to help with the ghost problem brings back the one person Rowan doesn't want to see, Indigo. And lets just say, I want more of Indigo's story of why he was gone for five long years with no word to Rowan. Abel, goes missing, Rowan is on the hunt to find her brother and in turn has to take Indigos help. Trying to find her brother. She learns she is wanted by many families and covens not just the Quintano family who placed the curse upon her family. She has to fight for her life. I don't want to give too many spoilers so you will have to take my word when I say you need to read this book. Becca Vincenza does an amazing job at getting you hooked to her characters. The development of them is amazing, you see them grow into their skin and become confident and know who they are. You can feel the bond she created between Rowan and Indigo. I cannot wait until I can read Secrets of the Dead (Curse Breakers 2). If it is anything like the first I know I am going to love it and be hooked. Art of Death
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Title: Murder is a Debate
Author: Brandy Nacole
Genre: YA Mystery
Publication Date: March 28th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Blurb:
Nora and her two best friends, Liv and Nina, arenât like most people. Nora is the private school kid; the rich girl, though everyone hates her. Liv and Nina attend the run-down public school on the opposite side of town where the football team is a solid two and the art department was shut down due to funding. Their worlds should have never collided, but they had one common factor that brought them together, murder.
In an online mystery chat room, the three girls meet and decide to form The Murder Club. Each week one of the girls must come up with a murder scenario for the other two to solve. Itâs fun. Itâs active. Itâs also deadly.
When one of Noraâs classmates ends up dead, sheâs suspicious of her new friends. His death mirrors the very same scenario Nora came up with in their previous meeting. As clues emerge, pointing more definitively at the members of the Murder Club, Nora begins digging for her own clues, bringing fantasy to reality. Could Liv and Nina be involved, and if so why?
They were all curious, but the question is, was one of them too curious?
Whenever sheâs not reading or writing, Brandy is spending time with her family and friends, throwing around crazy ideas, teaching, and singing like a rock star at a concert for no one else but herself. She loves plants, but unfortunately is a killer of anything that requires water but canât voice (scream) their needs.
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Under the Scrubs
-- EXCERPT: You’re bad-ass, Emilia. Keep cool, I chant silently. So what that he’s twice my size. Yes, barging in when I’d seen a man picking a fight with a woman in the middle of a dark, empty street wasn’t my smartest move. She had a baby in the stroller, and I figured if he wanted somebody’s wallet, I could just give him mine. The woman quickly left, and I’m now facing him alone. We’re a block away from the YMCA where I teach evening childbirth classes, an area that’s best avoided during the daylight, much less an hour before midnight. He advances toward me with the crazy gleam on his face. A dim shine from the broken street light briefly illuminates an object in his hand. A knife. “Bad-ass, huh?” Crap. Crap. Crap. My stupid habit of thinking out loud. I back away until I hit the wall of a crumbling building behind me. “I’m sorry!” I shrink back as far away from the knife as possible. “I promise to never interfere with your business again! If you want, I can deliver your future babies, at no extra charge! Well, not yours, of course. Your wife’s.” Shut up. Shut up, what are you saying? He stares at me like I’ve just offered to pull a baby out of his behind, and I clarify quickly, “Yours and your wife’s. I’m an OB/GYN. I’ve just finished my residency, and I’m fully qualified.” No effect on his you’re-a-crazy-lady look. I’m dead, all because of my big mouth. “Listen to me! It was just a mistake, okay? I’ll never pretend to be bad-ass again, since it bothers you so much!” He roars in laughter. And it’s not a haha-you’re-silly-but-cute kind, but the cackling of a man who has just stopped considering me as his one-minute of entertainment and began getting seriously annoyed. “You’re nuts,” he concludes. No passing cars. The blinds on the building across the street are drawn. The chances of me making it across the street to the subway station before he smashes my head against the asphalt are slim to none. No escape. This is how many of those accidents shown on New York One Hot Minute happen: a nutty burglar and an even nuttier victim, although cuckoo in a different way, of course. What a terrible time to die. I was just starting to do my own deliveries, and now I’m not going to reap the rewards of the years of studying. I won’t be able to see mothers’ faces when they hold their babies for the very first time. I’ll just bleed to death and never-- The knife drops, sliding down my breast area and falling to the ground with a loud clank. A leathered-glove fist clasps around the man’s hand. My attacker’s body thumps against the asphalt, sent flying by the man in all black who throws a targeted blow at his opponent. The dark-clothed man is smaller in size, but he’s not wasting a single body movement. Every punch seems orchestrated, purposeful. His shoulder blades flex underneath his leather jacket. In a matter of seconds, the man on the ground stops fighting back and tries to cover his face. The man in black settles on top of the other man, squeezing his neck with his elbow. Why am I sitting like a duck instead of helping my savior? The knife is lying on the ground next to me, and I should try to pass it to the good man, at the very least. He seems to know what he’s doing, with those precise punches…but what if this battle takes a wrong turn and someone gets seriously hurt, all because of me? They’re no longer wrestling, but the weapon might help the man keep the bad guy at bay until police arrives, right? I pat him on his shoulder and offer him the knife. He turns, and I meet the most striking blue eyes and the semi-moon of his curved lips. Dark scruff accentuates his powerful lower jaw with a tiny crater in the middle. And, holy crap, you know those cop shows where the heroes engage in fistfights and come out looking all put-together and tough, all without as much as breaking a sweat? Well, this man is panting a little, but apart from that and a little bit of sweat gathered on his forehead, I can’t tell he’s not on the set of that cable TV production with a few makeup artists who have just finished turning him into a swoon-worthy prime-time celebrity. “You want me to kill him?” he asks. “Oh, God, no! Don’t kill him!” He’s joking, right? He must be. “You sure?” he whispers in a deep timbre that seems to shake some nerve endings in my body. Even his voice is out of this world, with a little bit of Clark Gable going on for him. I drop the knife…away from both of them. “Please, let police deal with him.” “I’ll never touch her again. She’s too bad-ass for me!” the thug interjects quickly. “Bad-ass?” My white knight’s lips spread in a wider grin. A light twinkle plays in his eyes—a trace of humor on an otherwise rough canvas with a scar that runs down his left cheek all the way to his neck. The screeching of police sirens sounds, and soon cops run toward us, their guns drawn. “Freeze! Police!” Some of them carry serious weapons, revolvers or whatever those long firearms are. Oh God. What if they make a mistake? I dash between the officers and the men on the ground. “Wait! Don’t shoot!” “Ma’am, we need you to step back!” “Don’t fire! Please don’t hurt the wrong man!” “Ma’am, please!” They hustle me out of the way as one of them pats my arm and informs me something about police never shooting those who aren’t fighting back. He may have said more, but at this moment the man in black gives me a small nod, and I stop paying full attention to the cops. My rescuer gets up and passes the bad man to the cops, all the while glancing at me sideways. He shows the cops his ID, and they exchange brief muted conversation, during which I’m able to gather that the woman with the baby called the cops and she will press charges. I reach into my purse to find my own identification just as I hear the officers say they won’t need my testimony. In under a minute, the bad man is cuffed and hauled into the police car. Another hushed whisper between my protector and the cops, and they give me a friendly wave and walk away. “Have a good evening, ma’am. We trust you’ll get home safe.” As soon as we’re alone, the man strolls toward me. It’s not a walk, mind you. It’s a swagger that’s only possible after you’ve just overpowered a huge bully without breaking a sweat. “I can’t believe you actually stepped in between me and their guns,” he says. “They could’ve shot accidentally, and after you so bravely came to my rescue, that’s the least I could do. I mean, I didn’t think they would shoot a woman, so I’m not a hero by any means…not like you.” “It was an extremely reckless move. Do you always jump head first into danger?” “Oh, no.” Well, okay. I’ve just tried to meddle with a street thug’s business, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat if that meant protecting a mother and her baby. But I don’t do this sort of thing every day. Or ever. I’m just a doctor. I read books. Watch classic movies. I was thinking about picking up crochet, but I’ve been working late hours and could never make it to the weekly Embroidery Club. “You could say that was an idiosyncratic occurrence. I prefer to stay away from weapons of all sorts.” “Good.” He smiles at me. “I’m Kai. Are you okay? You have a little bit of blood on your chin.” He leans down and examines a tiny scratch on my face. He smells like an expensive aftershave, much better than should be allowed after you’ve wrestled on the sidewalk. “My car is just around the corner. Let me drive you home. You shouldn’t be here alone this late at night.” “Oh, you don’t want to drive me home. I live really far out in Jersey. I was about to take the subway to the bus station.” “At this hour?” “I’ve done this forever. It lets me catch up on my reading.” “Not tonight. Come. I really don’t mind.” He offers me his hand. Can I get into the car with a total stranger? What about the rules, the universal Do Not Do list your mom has taught you when you were little? But tonight he’s my hero, so if you think about it—what the heck. I deserve this one leniency. I place my palm into his. Our skin touches. You know that tingly feeling when you brush against a man, and it’s all quiver and butterflies? I’ve never felt this before. Until now. He places his other hand on the small of my back, directing me toward his car, and I follow. What’s more? I’ve already made up my mind. If he asks for my phone number, I’m going to give it to him. Don’t judge. I’ve just narrowly escaped death.
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Outcasts Book 5
Sci-fi Romance
Date Published: May 4, 2019
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
When Shivon Roxtin tries to incite a rebellion among the human females on the Outcast planet, she's sent to the Relentless. The ship's commander, Warlord Torak Payne, thrives on challenge, so he's looking forward to taming the fiery human. Still, war with the Sarronti is creeping ever closer, and the last thing he needs is an unruly mate. Tempers flare, and sparks fly from the moment they first meet. Their battle of wills is quickly surpassed by their consuming need for each other, but can they channel the emotional intensity into something constructive before they're consumed by the flames?
Other Books in the Outcasts Series
Heretic
Outcasts, Book 1
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
Published: April 2018
Restless and embittered by an abusive past, Arton the Heretic finds himself in a battle of wills with Lily, a gorgeous geneticist. She holds the key to the future of his people, but she was brought to this savage world against her will and thatâs an insult sheâll not soon forget. Their attraction is instantaneous and intense, yet each has valid reasons for mistrusting the other. He wants her, is consumed with the need to claim her, but he canât focus on the future until he deals with the past.
Marauder
Outcasts, Book 2
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
Published: June 28, 2018
Rex Dravon, a notorious smuggler, is one of the Outcastsâ most important allies. Many of the Outcastsâ philosophies and approaches to life in general appeal to him, but heâs hesitant to commit to any cause. Hoping to entice Rex into committing, Arton the Heretic, tells Rex that he is genetically compatible with one of the âcaptive bridesâ, a feisty blonde named Thea Cline.
Thea is still enraged that she was dragged from Earth without her permission, and sheâs recovering from a horrendous tragedy. She sneaks aboard the Marauder hoping to steal a weapon. Instead sheâs confronted by the shipâs handsome commander. She knows to be wary of Rex because of his reputation, but sheâs instantly, and powerfully, drawn to him. His offer to help her escape comes a little too quickly and she fears he has ulterior motives. Is he simply hoping to lure her into his bedâa fate sheâs not sure sheâd mindâor is his motivation more nefarious?
Tracker
Outcasts, Book 3
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
Published: September 2018
Xorran, a famed tracker, is sent to find two human females kidnapped by the Outcastsâ enemy. His search seems futile until he encounters Sara and a feisty battle cat cub. Heâs fascinated by the tiny animal, but feels an immediate and powerful connection with the wisecracking human.
Sara is still angry about being brought to the Outcastsâ planet without her permission, yet her stubbornness is no match for âthe pullâ. As they work together to rescue her friend, their passion flares ever hotter. Can Xorran prove to Sara that he wants more than a torrid affair? Now that heâs found a potential mate, he will settle for nothing less than forever.
Assassin
Outcasts Book 4
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
Published: January 2019
Torrinâs simple mission is seriously complicated when he finds Arrista, a lovely Sarronti female, in need of rescue. The Sarronti resent the Outcasts and continually sabotage their efforts to build a settlement on the primitive planet. But Arrista isnât just any Sarronti. Sheâs the personal servant of one of the most powerful Sarronti. The information Arrista can provide would be vitally important to the Outcasts, so Torrin is ordered to use their mutual attraction to question her.
Arrista has been taught to fear and mistrust the savage Outcasts, so why does she find Torrin so fascinating, so desirable? Itâs not just his muscular body and rugged features. He is kinder and more protective than any male she has ever known. She is drawn to him by a force so compelling it leaves her no choice but surrender. She wants him, needs him, but can she trust him not to break her heart?
Note to Readers: This book contains detailed descriptions of sizzling passion only suitable for mature readers. Certain plot elements carry on from book to book. Though Assassin can be read as a standalone, itâs more fun to read the series in order.
About the Author
Passionate Sci-Fi with a touch of danger and a whole lot of sass. Cyndi has written about rock stars, vampires, and cat shifters, but she's currently focused on outer space. Her stories are fun, fast-paced, and seriously hot. She has made the USA Today Top 100, and every book in the Battle Born series landed on Amazon's Top 100. She is currently working on Outcasts, a spin-off series set in the Battle Born universe.
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Brage & Dinah
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: An arm wrapped around her waist from behind. A new panic washed over her, and she kicked out as her feet left the ground, struggling to get away. She wouldn’t let them kill her. Her life wasn’t supposed to end this way. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go home. “Calm, babe.” Brage captured her flailing arms with his free one. “Don’t hurt yourself.” She threw back her head, connecting with Brage’s shoulder. “Let. Me. Go.” Fighting his hold on her, she screamed, unable to break out of his grasp. Bigger and stronger, he was more determined to keep her. Her feet left the ground. Afraid he was going to take her back inside the clubhouse and lock her inside again, she writhed in his arms. Nothing she tried fazed him. He carried her away from the gate and put her feet on the ground and pressed her against the wall of the clubhouse. She pushed at his chest, trying to shove him out of her way. He never budged. “You used to like having me press you against the wall, the Jeep, the floor.” His arms kept her in front of him. She stiffened, shaking with rage that he’d remind her of her mistakes. If she would’ve known he was going to kidnap her, she never would’ve had sex with him or went to the party or agreed to help Tony. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was in a hopeless situation. “Listen to me.” Brage bent his head down to her ear. “I’m not putting you back in the room.” “Let me go.” She grabbed the front of his vest as she held on to hope. “Please, Brage. I’ll do anything. I just need to get out of here.” “Can’t do that.” “I swear, you’ll never see me again. I’ll go far away. I can’t—” “Do you belong to Moroad Motorcycle Club?” He straightened to his full height. She tilted her head. “No.” “Don’t lie to me.” He lowered his voice. “You were with a Moroad member.” Her heart raced. He was too close. She couldn’t think.
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