Title: The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets
Author: Molly Fader
Genre: Women’s Fic
Publisher: Graydon House
Publication Date: July 16th, 2019
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Blurb:
What drove their family apart just might bring them back together…
It’s been seventeen years since the tragic summer the McAvoy sisters fell apart. Lindy, the wild one, left home, carved out a new life in the city and never looked back. Delia, the sister who stayed, became a mother herself, raising her daughters and running the family shop in their small Pennsylvania hometown on the shores of Lake Erie.
But now, with their mother’s ailing health and a rebellious teenager to rein in, Delia has no choice but to welcome Lindy home. As the two sisters try to put their family back in order, they finally have the chance to reclaim what’s been lost over the years: for Delia, professional dreams and a happy marriage, and for Lindy, a sense of home and an old flame—and best of all, each other. But when one turbulent night leads to a shocking revelation, the women must face the past they’ve avoided for a decade. And there’s nothing like an old secret to bring the McAvoy women back together and stronger than ever.
With warm affection and wry wit, Molly Fader’s The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets is about the ties that bind family and the power of secrets to hold us back or set us free.
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 MOLLY FADER is the award-winning author of more than forty novels under the pennames Molly O'Keefe and M. O'Keefe. She grew up outside of Chicago and now lives with her family in Toronto. The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets is her first women's fiction novel.
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A Game of Sins
-- EXCERPT: “What if I wasn’t that nice?” It was a strange kick to be thought of as nice. My own family thought of me as a slut. They didn’t say the word, but it was obvious my father was thinking it. I wasn’t sure I disagreed, either. Maybe I’d have been different in a different life, but I liked sex. I liked the illusion of power that it gave me. My life was utterly out of my control. I liked moments of control. “You seem nice,” Luke said in that kind way. “You’re wrong, but I like that you think so,” I said, and then I pushed him a little more. “Were you dangerous, father?” “Yes.” “I like dangerous.” I stepped closer, standing as close as I could be without being inappropriate. “Tell me more.” He clenched his jaw and looked away. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to do here.” “Flirt . . .?” I said it like it was a question, but it wasn’t. He nodded to a group of seminarians. When they were gone, he asked, “Why?” “I’m bored. You’re interesting.” I leaned in and stretched up on my tip-toes. “And you’re sexy.” He stared at my mouth, so I let my lips part. I made an approving noise as his eyes dilated and then I whispered, “And I’m not actually sweet or nice. If you knew what I was really thinking, you’d know that.” He said nothing more, simply motioned me forward and walked me to the dorms. Whatever happened next, I knew already that that he was interested. The question was if he was going to act on it. We walked across campus in the dark. He stayed an appropriate distance from me, and I figured that I’d let him do whatever he chose. I’d given him the invitation, assured him that I was interested, removed the risk of rejection. I was a sure thing. Knowing that was typically enough to make a man go from maybe to yes. Several quiet moments passed and then he glanced over at me. I smiled and lowered my gaze, waiting. We kept walking, and I said nothing more. When we reached the place where he would have to leave me, he quietly accepted the bait I’d offered and asked, “What were you really thinking?” “I was imagining you fucking me on the pool table,” I said. “I’ll imagine it when I’m in my room, naked in my bed, too. Think about it with every stroke.” “You can’t—” “Oh, I can, Father Luke,” I assured him. “Do you fuck slowly? Deliberately? Or would you pound into me, desperate from having had no release in so long?” He stared at me. His breathing was heavier. He was picturing it, too. So, I continued, “Or do you still touch yourself, father?” Luke swallowed, staring at me and refusing to answer. “I wish I could watch,” I told him. “Kenzie . . .” Before walking away, I smiled and added, “Forgive me, father. I’m about to sin.” He still stared at me. I could feel his gaze burning me up. I looked over my shoulder. When I glanced back, he still stood there, watching me. So, I blew him a kiss.
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The Forever Girl
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / iBooks / Google Play -- EXCERPT: Once Circe disappeared into the crowd, Thalia smiled at Charles. “That one”—she bit her thumbnail and indicated me with her pinky—“would be valuable.” A vein pulsed in Charles’ neck, and a soft hum vibrated through his body. Why didn’t he just shift? “Surely you aren’t attached?” she asked, dropping her hand away from her mouth. “You’re outside your rights, Thalia.” “Temper, temper.” She sighed, the sound sickening coming from her. “But, my sweet Charlie, we’ve missed you. And what of Adonis and Blake? Have you forgotten who your friends are?” “These women know nothing.” His voice sounded rougher, more gravelly. “Do not cross me.” “Cross you? Oh Charlie, I’d never cross you.” She patted his chest and winked. “You’ve already crossed.” A young, scrawny vampire pushed his way through the crowd. He bowed toward Thalia. “I’m sure Charles can handle this…misunderstanding. He’s been around longer than both of us put together.” He arched his eyebrows. Thalia stepped back, cocked her head to one side, and tapped a finger against her cheek. “Fine. We have their scents.” To Charles, she added, “Pray you handle this well.” 
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Awakened
Goodreads / Amazon / iBooks / Google Play -- EXCERPT: A couple minutes later, she followed him. Whatever he’d prepared smelled delicious. He moved around the kitchen unsure. She raised her eyebrows while she watched him. He caught the gesture and looked embarrassed. “Most of the time, I cheat and use magic so I can do something else. I haven’t manually cooked in a while.” She looked at him wide-eyed, with her mouth gaped open. Even though he’d told her earlier, they were witches she still was having a hard time believing it. “You cook with magic, like they do in Harry Potter? That’s so cool. I know you told everyone not to use it, but just show me a little something. I won’t tell.” Awe and child-like wonder permeated her voice. “Cross my heart.” She made the sign of the cross over her heart. She gave him a sheepish smile and looked away before she continued talking about magic, in the hopes he’d forget her listening to their conversation. “I would be the ultimate multi-tasker if I was a witch. Say ‘Abracadabra’ and make the food magically appear on the plate or something.” Willow was giddy with excitement. Eli chuckled. “I’m not a wizard. I don’t say ‘Abracadabra.’” He shook his head. His explanation confused her. “What does that mean? I thought wizard was a name for a male witch.” He sighed and put down the pot he was holding. That comment appeared to get his undivided attention. “You watch too much television. First, regardless of gender, we’re known as witches, those of us that practice white magic. Warlocks are witches that practice black magic. Wizards are charlatans, posers. They don’t know magic, but are exceptional at trickery so they can give someone who doesn’t know any better the illusion they do.” She digested the information he’d just given her. “That’s why everyone went silent earlier when Matty referenced black magic, because none of you practice it?” He nodded and picked up the pot of noodles. “Yes. Now may I finish making dinner?” “So you’re not going to cook with magic?” She was expecting him to do tricks and wow her. Disappointment marred her brow, when he didn’t whip out a magic wand or say a spell. “You just said so yourself, that you overheard me tell everyone magic is off limits.” Her shoulders slumped in discontent and she pouted. “You can’t do even a tiny little spell?” “Nope.” She rolled her eyes. “Great. A witch who can’t do any spells or magic.” Eli looked offended. “I didn’t say I can’t do magic. I’m just unable to do any at this time.” “Uh, huh.” He bristled at her disinterest and she had to hold back a sly grin. “Wizard.” She mumbled under her breath, knowing it would get a rise out of him. “I’m not a wizard! I can do magic!” If she lit a match and threw it at him, he would have gone up in flames he was fuming so hard. “Whatever.” Maybe she’d just…
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On a City Street
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / iBooks -- EXCERPT: “A reminder, Dr. Becker. If you run into anything unusual, tell me.” She tried to make sense of what he said. “You mean at the clinic?” “I mean anywhere. I’ve noticed you tend to run hell-bent into situations you don’t know anything about. It’s a good way to get yourself into a world of trouble.” Carolyn mulled over his comment. “I wouldn’t do anything stupid.” “All the same, take care.” He certainly didn’t have much confidence in her good sense. It ought to make her furious. Instead, her body tingled. Was it the wine? Carolyn wasn’t sure. He moved closer. So close, she could feel his warm breath on her face. His expression remained impassive, yet she detected something within the silvery depths of his eyes. His palm cupped her cheek and he said, “Are you sure it’s wise to trust me?” She didn’t have an answer since blood pounded through her veins in a most disconcerting way. His eyes held hers, and he leaned closer. Her lips parted, and she let her eyelids close against the magnetic attraction of his gaze. Would he kiss her? She waited expectantly. A cell phone shrilled, and her eyes flew open. He uttered a soft curse and retrieved his phone. One glance at the screen darkened his face. “What is it?” “Sorry. This is important. I’ve got to go.” “But…” She felt disembodied, as though abruptly awakened from a deep sleep, and pointed toward the oven. “What about dinner?” “We’ll have dinner another day, but next time it will be on me.” With one wicked grin, he retrieved his jacket from the chair where it hung. She watched until the door closed behind him, then pondered how to interpret what he said. Dinner? On him? What did he mean by that? A sudden burst of giggles erupted, which quickly turned into hiccups. She held her breath and counted to twenty. The hiccups subsided, but a wisp of smoke curled from the oven. Carolyn leaped up and raced for the kitchen. 
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Title: Finding Infiniti
Author: Rose Garcia
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design
Publication Date: July 12th, 2019
Blurb: The highly anticipated sequel to Saving Infiniti—can Joe find Infiniti again or is she lost to him forever?
Joe Greg has reunited with his soul mate Infiniti Clausman only to lose her in a cruel twist of fate. Separated by time and space—and a memory ward that has wiped him from her mind—he vows to do whatever he can to find her, but so far nothing has worked. Believing he’ll never be able to see her again, he starts losing all sense of himself. Worse than that, he can’t shake the growing feeling that Infiniti’s life is in danger...again.
Infiniti Clausman is trying to make the most of summer, but something isn’t quite right. She feels like she’s stuck, as if she can’t move on, as if she’s missing something or someone. She dismisses the sensation, calling it a case of the graduation blues, but when her psychic neighbor tells her about a quantum event that’s been happening since the Cold Moon last December, Infiniti can’t ignore the feelings any longer.
Soul mates separated. Memories forgotten. Time slipping. Joe must find Infiniti before it’s too late—or he might lose her again, this time for good.
Welcome to Havenwood Falls, a small town in the majestic mountains of Colorado. A town where legacies began centuries ago, bloodlines run deep, and dark secrets abound. A town where nobody is what you think, where truths pose as lies, and where myths blend with reality. A place where everyone has a story. Including the high schoolers. This is only but one…
Along with its prequel, this is a stand-alone Young Adult paranormal romance in the Havenwood Falls High series of Young Adult fantasy stories featuring a variety of supernatural creatures. The series is a collaborative effort by multiple authors. Each author’s story is a stand-alone, so you can read them in any order.
 Rose Garcia is a lawyer turned writer who’s always been fascinated by science fiction and fantasy. From a very young age, she often had her nose buried in books about other-worlds, fantastical creatures, and life and death situations. More recently she’s been intrigued by a blend of science fiction and reality, and the idea that some supernatural events are, indeed, very real. Rose is known for bringing richly diverse characters to life as she draws from her own cultural experiences. Rose lives in Houston, Texas with her awesome husband and two amazing kids. You can visit Rose at www.rosegarciabooks.com.
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What Comes After
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Chance: Book 3 of a 3 book arc
BOOK TRAILER: -- EXCERPT: “Good news,” Sinner grinned as he walked into the room. “I got you ice cream.” “Are fuc- serious?” I glanced over at Payton, hoping she didn’t catch my little slip-up. Morgan stood and took Payton’s hand. “Why don’t we see if we can find you some ice cream?” “Can we get some for Chance?” Payton looked at me, trying not to laugh. It was f^@king obvious that the last thing I wanted was ice cream. “Sure. I think we should get him some Mint Chocolate Chip.” I glared at her, but she just smiled at me. After they left, I motioned for Sinner to bring the ice cream over. I feigned not being able to move and he brought it real close. I took the cup and pushed it into his face. Ice cream dripped from his nose and mouth and there were splashes of ice cream all around his eyes. “Feel better?” he asked as he picked up some napkins and swiped at his face. “F^@king fantastic.” “You know, I was just trying to do you a solid.” “How is ice cream doing me a solid?” “No one brought me ice cream when I was in the hospital,” he pouted. “And my d^ck was practically singed off. If there’s ever a time for ice cream, it’s when you’re almost singing soprano.” “Yeah, see, I just have a few bullet holes. I’d rather have steak.” “What do you have against ice cream? It’s comfort food.” “For chicks.” “Guys like it too.” “Do you know any guys that sit down and say, ‘I’m feeling blue. I think I need some ice cream to cheer me up.’” Sinner shrugged, leaning back in his chair and pouting. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it. Ice cream feeds the soul.” I rolled my eyes at him and plopped my head down on the pillow. “Please tell me that you’re not starting in with this shit.” I pointed toward the hallway. “Go. Find me a man that can bring me a steak.” “Nobody opens up about their feelings over steak.” “Is that what this is about? You’re all trying to get me to share at storytime?” “Look, we’ve all been there at one time or another. Sharing helps to set free those demons and unlock your inner-” “If you don’t shut the hell up, I’m going to unlock my inner a$$hole and shove this table up your a$$.” “Geez, you know, I just came in here to chat.”
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Hazakura
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble -- EXCERPT: “Is this seat taken?” Jin looked up to see Jiaolong’s lanky frame standing over him. His former rival used to intimidate him, but now he was strangely glad to see him. Especially after what he’d done for Sakura. “It’s yours,” Jin answered. He stood up to acknowledge Jiaolong with a handshake. Jiaolong smiled, unfastening the button of his black blazer before lowering himself into the foldable seat. “Sakura told me about what you did,” Jin said. “Thank you.” Jiaolong shook his head, still smiling. “No, don’t thank me,” he said. “I didn’t do it for you.” Jin rolled his eyes. He was the same old Jiaolong. “You do know this puts us on an equal footing now, don’t you?” Jiaolong’s words made Jin straighten up in his seat. “How so?” he asked. Jiaolong relaxed in his seat, crossing his legs. “The serum we made is as good as your hug. Maybe even better… because it will be capable of keeping her safe even when you’re not around.” Jin arched an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say?” Jiaolong shrugged, his lips breaking into a grin. “I stepped aside for you back then because you could keep Sakura safe from herself while I couldn’t. But now, the serum has changed everything.” He threw his gaze back at Jin. “I guess I don’t have to give way to you anymore. Because now, I am just as capable as you.” Jin blinked. The vein in his head started to throb. Was this guy serious? “Sakura’s already mine,” Jin declared, aware that his tone had changed. “You’re too late.” “You’re probably right. No one else can claim Sakura,” Jiaolong said, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight in the chair. “Unless, you’re dead.” A smile spread across Jiaolong’s face.
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Stranger Rituals
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks -- EXCERPT: She swallowed, and then moved away, ducking her face from his grasp, hating how he knew her weakness so well. She rose from her knees. The Djavul stared up at her a moment, then gracefully stood to his full height. “What did they want?” she questioned. Vojtech smiled. “You have a job to do.” She rolled her eyes. “I know. That’s guarding you. It’s a thrill a minute.” She gestured toward the ruined soldier beside them. Vojtech frowned. “I actually thought you were growing bored here. No attacks in three months, only this idiot sneaking around in the desert.” He shrugged. “It seems Olofsson is losing his fear of me.” “Good.” Scarko’s words mingled with fury. “Let him. It’ll serve our purpose for the second Holy War.” She stalked back to the Warskian soldier’s head, lifted it by the scraggly, blood-drenched hair. “So, what did the gods want?” Vojtech watched her carefully, hands clasped before him. “You’re to go to the city of Kezda. A boy there is immune, it seems, to Vrakan abilities. You are to kill him.” Scarko dropped the head with a thud. “What?” she hissed. “Why me? I’m your guard. Send someone else.” Vojtech smiled. “As much as I enjoy you bossing me around, the gods are not so easily convinced.” He wiped his hands on his black robes and sighed. “This boy is a street fighter,” he wrinkled his nose, “taking on Vrakan defectives from the Warskian army. While he isn’t able to die from the usual Vrakan methods—ice, wind, fire, shadows—I think your magic could kill him. That’s why you.” Scarko left the head on the stone floor and stalked toward the stairwell, behind the Djavul. “I’m sure he’d die by sword just fine. Tell the gods I won’t go. A street fighter—the nerve of them…” She made to pass Vojtech, but he snaked a hand out and gently stroked her dark blonde braid, the color of damp sand. She spun around to face him, fury in her eyes. But it was equally matched in his. “I am the Djavul of the Order of Saints, Scarko Kadezska. You will not blasphemy our gods here. You know as well as I do that we cannot resist their orders, and we should not. They have guided me thus far.” He took a step toward her, brushed a cold finger against her cheek. “You will do this, and you will return to me.” She stuck her tongue out at him and turned, clomping up the stairs. She heard him chuckle softly as she pushed open the doors from the dungeon, the Shadows on guard making way for her, black thread entwined in their grey cloaks, same as hers. “Watch him,” she said unceremoniously.” 
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