Title: The Pandora Experiment
Author: Jonathan Yanez
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Blurb: Would you choose peace over truth?
How long could that peace last?
The citizens enjoy the peace of their perfectly planned city. But when she notices cracks in the facade, Jordanâs waking dreams turn to nightmares.
She thought she had received the promotion of a lifetime; she was wrong. The promotion only brings her closer to terrifying truths of the administration.
Secrets told to keep the citizens safe turn out to be lies to keep them in line. Those in power manipulate from the shadows behind whispers and fear.
Because if Jordan is brave enough to look past the veil, a mad wasteland awaits.
Now, for any chance at survival beyond the wall, she must create implausible alliances. Time is short. Hope exists. And the truth could be even more shocking than she expected.
Blurb: A new colony of humans.
But are they truly human?
Their whole life has been one big experiment. But the relationships, the love, and the loss have been real.
Surviving the wasteland was only the beginning; and meeting the Founders only brought Rhun and Jordan more questions.
Theyâve been bred for combat...
Can they bring whatâs left of humanity together and avoid all out war?
First they must save their homes and those they left behind from the same fate as the decimated City 6.
Blurb: They should have left the doors closed.
Now, their creation will rain destruction.
The horde is comingâ¦
And the only hope Jordan or Rhun have is to unite the survivors and face the onslaught together.
When the silent city's gates are opened, monsters are unleashed on the planet.
Aid will come from the most unlikely of allies as the experiment's endgame draws closer.
Ready to lose everything
It may be too late for Jordanâs new love. Rhunâs reunion might be short-lived.
Face the end of the Pandora Experiment and the beginning of what life looks like once the dust settles. New alliances will be made, traitors will be exposed, and hope will find a way.
I'm Jonathan, a former personal trainer turned full-time author and part-time model.
I could go on and on about how many books I've written and awards I've won and blah, blah, blah but I'd rather use this time for you to get to know the real me.
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Coveting Love & Revenge
The iron’s edge sunk into his head like an ax striking a ripe cantaloupe on a warm summer afternoon.
I gripped the icy metallic handle tighter, preparing to deliver another blow. Frozen in place, I watched anxiously for the man to accept what I did and keel over.
He spun on his heels drunkenly. The poor man’s mouth dropped open, his brows angling up in stark confusion. His left pupil ballooned to the size of a nickel, black engulfing the toffee brown of his iris.
I covered my mouth with a shaky hand.
Mr. Kingly staggered backward. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he collapsed to the floor like a sack of grain.
Oh my God. What have I done?
He didn’t warn me. Edison didn’t tell me it would be so…messy. So…bloody.
Why did I do this?
Something warm and goopy trickled down my left index finger.
I wiped my hand on my skirt.
Instantly realizing my carelessness, I gaped down at the layers of silk covering my thigh. Fine cerulean threads absorbed the red handprint I smeared along the folds of fabric.
There it was, a single blemish of indisputable evidence forever marking my clothes. A scarlet testament to my wrongdoings.
The room set into a dizzying spin around me. I threw my hand against the wall, steadying myself. My breath quickened. The bones of my corset dug into my ribs.
I can’t breathe. I’m going to faint right here…next to Mr. Kingly. They’ll find me beside his dead body and know, without a doubt, it was me.
Slumping over, I tugged at the edge of my bodice, struggling to gulp down air.
Why didn’t I just tell him no?
“You know why, Syn,” I whispered between jagged breaths.
A soft gasp behind me broke the chaos of my shamed thoughts.
I twirled around, the hem of my bell-shaped dress dragging in the pool of blood collecting around my feet. The added weight of Mr. Kingly’s life-force soaking into the lofty fabric weighted me down like fifty-pound shackles fastened to my ankles.
Tula stood at the foot of the cellar stairs quiet as a mouse, her glossy eyes fixed on me and her lips pressed into a thin line. She, somehow, sneaked up behind me.
A rock settled in my stomach. Had she seen me?
I wound my shoulder in a small circle, the clothing iron heavy in my right hand. Chilling and cumbersome like Mr. Kingly’s blood, it taunted me with the crime I committed minutes before and pulled at my strained joint.
“I thought I told you to remain on the first floor during the party.” I glanced down at her feet, and her bare toes curled sheepishly.
The clever girl removed her shoes so I wouldn’t hear her coming.
She was always looking out for me, worrying Edison’s demands would break me one day. I should have known she wouldn’t keep her distance from me tonight. Tula was never far from me, ready to pick me up and give me strength whenever she suspected I was falling too deep into despair.
She picked at an ivory button on her sleeve, her emerald eyes glossy. She was particularly concerned about how I’d handle tonight.
The fifteen-year-old girl with mellow beige skin and a spray of dark-brown freckles bridging her cheeks and nose stared at me. Ignoring my remark about her tending to the gathering, she remained quiet and clung to her own inner strength. Most people would shriek and run if they walked in on a tableau such as this. Aside from a slight tremble in her shoulder, Tula maintained more self-control than I was capable of mustering at the moment.
With my heart pounding fiercely inside my chest, I leave Horizon’s shadow, circling around its mangled front to peer at what lies on the other side. My jaw slackens when I spot an armored vehicle in the shape of a spider and as wide as a tank, attempting to stand on its multiple mechanical legs. They are bent and can’t withstand the weight of the vehicle’s body, which has also suffered substantial damage.
Oh my stars. That’s what I hit when Horizon crashed. Is there anyone inside?
I run toward the alien machinery, stopping short when it finally collapses in a heap of distorted metal. A large piece of its frame—the door is my guess—flies out as if pushed by an incredible force. A woman dressed in black-and-red armor jumps out of the vehicle, her flaming crimson hair a stark contrast to her colorless skin. Her appearance reminds me of the wicked witches depicted in ancient children’s books. She pierces me with soulless eyes before she menacingly raises one hand in my direction.
“You! How dare you attack me!”
“I didn’t mean to crash into you. It was an accident. Are you okay?”
She ignores my question and ambles forward, favoring one leg. Shocked to see someone who looks human by all accounts and speaks the official language of the Star Freedom Alliance, I don’t realize what the woman intends to do until a glowing red energy sphere erupts from the woman’s hand, bearing down on me.
I leap out of the projectile’s trajectory just in time, missing the blast by a hair. The ground explodes in a shower of debris where the energy sphere landed. My survival instincts kick in. Getting back on my feet, I whirl with my blaster, ready to fire. But the evil woman moves so fast I can’t take aim. She fires another power blast in my direction, hitting the tip of my weapon and sending it flying away.
Before I can retrieve my blaster, she launches herself at me, pushing me to the ground with her on top. Her cold fingers wrap around my neck, pressing hard as her demented stare pierces through my eyes. Thrashing my body as I attempt to free my airway from her merciless grip, I spot a great shadow cross the sky, momentarily blocking the sun. Mirus. He’s still nearby. The knowledge gives me renewed strength. I will not die today at the hands of this witch.
Toto jumps on her shoulder and bites her on the cheek. The deranged woman shrieks before releasing my neck to deal with him. Free at last, I shove her off me and quickly roll back onto my feet.
I need my blaster.
Searching manically for it, I spot the weapon only a few paces from where I stand. I make a dash for it, throwing my body on the ground when I sense a blast coming my way. Another explosion sounds nearby as I curl my fingers around the gun’s handle.
Rolling on my back, I take aim, firing in the next second. The blast hits the evil creature squarely on her chest, sending her flying backward. Using my hand for support, I push myself off the ground. The woman is lying on her back, utterly still. Moving closer with care, I keep my blaster poised to fire. When I stop next to her inert form, I understand why she’s not moving. The witch is dead.
Love At The Shore
Lucas McKinnon unzipped his wet suit, peeled it down to his waist, and let the spray of the outdoor shower beat the salt and sand off his torso. If there was one thing he liked almost as much as a morning surf, it was a nice, hot shower afterward. The fact that the shower on the lower deck of the beach house offered him a clear, unobstructed view of the shore made it even sweeter.
The sea was unusually still today, as smooth and glassy as a mirror. Not so great for surfing, but undeniably pretty to look at it. Without the usual spray coming off the breakers, he could see the lighthouse looming in the distance. Just off the shore, a pair of dolphins crested the flat surface of the water, their silver forms glistening in the morning sunlight.
The calm before the storm.
Or so it seemed. In reality, the forecast was mild. Lucas checked the surf report every day like clockwork, and according to the TybeeWaves web site, there wouldn’t be a raindrop in sight. Still, he couldn’t remember the last time his little slice of the beach had been so serene. It was nearly as unsettling as it was beautiful.
Then, just as he was about to flick the shower faucet to the off position, the stillness of the moment came to a colorful, bewildering close as a woman came bounding down the stairs.
“What the heck?” She gaped at him, wide-eyed and frozen in place.
For a minute, Lucas thought she might turn around and bolt back up the stairs.
“Whoa. Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect a shower.” Cheeks ablaze, she swallowed and averted her gaze. “Right in the middle of our place.”
“Sorry about that.” He gave the faucet a crank to the left and the shower’s stream came to a dripping halt. “You must be the new neighbor.”
The trickle of water slowed to a stop.
Three slow drops, and she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“Um, yeah. We just checked in,” she said to a nearby hibiscus bush, then nodded at the bin in her hands. “I just wanted to find somewhere to put this.”
Wow, this was one jumpy woman. Lucas wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a person who vibrated with such nervous energy. It rolled off of her in waves.
The forecast had been wrong. A storm had most definitely come to town. From the looks of things, a Category Four. Maybe even a Five.
Falling For My Nemesis: A Sweet YA Romance
A burst of laughter from center-court stole my attention. I glanced over to see Carson cackling with Olivia, a basketball casually hooked under his arm, looking as carefree as ever.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to Harper. Typical. Of course he would be fawning all over someone like her. He was probably going to the dance with either her or Tasha, one of Sweet Water’s MG’s. They might be popular and beautiful, but they earned their nickname as the school’s Mean Girls for a reason. I couldn’t imagine if I showed up dateless. No doubt Carson would relish the opportunity to rub my solo-status in my face.
I could picture it now, those crystal blue eyes glittering menacingly under the disco ball in the gym, his hair dark and rumpled. Couldn’t get a date, Shorty? he’d say, and then I’d punch him.
Ugh. Why was I even thinking about him?
I crossed my arms over my chest and mustered a smile. “No worries. I’m sure I’ll—”
My words cut off at the sound of someone yelling, “Heads up!”
But it was too late. I wasn’t fast enough. I was too wrapped up in my own personal crisis to react before the basketball smashed into my face--wham!
I doubled over, my hands flying to where the ball had torpedoed into my eye socket. The pain was sharp—blinding. It took my breath away. Several seconds ticked by before I managed to straighten and inhale, blinking a few times, eyes watering as I searched my surroundings with my good eye like a pirate.
My gaze narrowed, knife-sharp, zeroing in on my assailant. None other than Carson Brooks stood right in my line of vision, a smirk plastered across his perfectly symmetrical pretty-boy face.
I dropped my hand from my throbbing eye and Harper gasped beside me, covering her mouth, mumbling a muffled, “Oh my gosh.”
I gave her a cursory glance—she wasn’t helping—before I returned my focus back to the court where Carson began to laugh. Not a chuckle, but a bent over at the waist, full on belly roll.
And I snapped.
My hands balled at my side, while I stormed the eight feet separating us to his spot on the court, my eyes blazing, fists at the ready. I was a woman possessed as I closed the gap. All of my problems culminated in the single moment he lobbed the basketball into my face, and I was sure it was him. I had never been more certain of anything in my life. It was always him prodding me, poking me, pricking his needle-sharp jabs under my skin.
My face throbbed where he struck me with the ball, and as I neared, he laughed even harder. It took him but a minute to absorb the fury oozing from my pores, and his laughter faded, morphing into his signature smirk.
I didn’t think. I could only react, and before I knew what I was doing, before common sense could prevail, my slender fingers wrapped around his puny neck.
Turning, Ada saw the last person she expected to.
Still, Ada didn’t know what to say. Last time, he’d basically run away from her like she had a catching case of pneumonia, and now he was genuinely happy to see her?
“Sorry about before,” he said now. “This place has a lot of memories for me. Good and bad. I’m still trying to get over the bad.”
Title: Invincible Heart
Author: Bryan Tann & Kindra Sowder
Genre: Dystopian Sci-fi/Political Thriller
Editor: Edd Sowder
Publisher: Burning Willow Press
Publication Date: June 15th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Invincible Heart: https://amzn.to/2F8jgGW
Unbreakable Mind: https://amzn.to/2GGC83g
Kindra Sowder was born and raised in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA until the age of 12, when her family moved to Spartanburg, SC. She graduated from high school in 2006 with full honors and as a member of her high school Literary Club and the Spanish Honor Society. In January 2014, she graduated with her second degree in Criminal NeuroPsychology. She married her husband Edd Sowder in May 2014 and still lives in Spartanburg, SC where she is basing Burning Willow Press. Her works have earned multiple award nominations.
Hello, my name is Bryan A. Tann and welcome to my little section of Amazon!
I am the author of The Path of Redemption series. The first book, 'The Enforcer' is available now in Kindle (KU) and Print formats. 'The Hunted' is available now in Kindle (KU) format. Print coming soon.
The Path of Redemption tells the story of vampire Enforcer, Bryce Kreed, and his quest to save his soul while trying to protect Mistress Enya Blake from the hands of a vicious sect leader that wants to take her power for himself.
I am also the author of the spinoff of Kinda Sowder's groundbreaking Permutation Archives series titled 'The John Baker Chronicles'. This Permutation Archives Division's first novel, 'Invincible Heart' is available now in Kindle (KU) and print formats. Book 2, Unbreakable Mind, coming December 22nd, 2018.
Invincible Heart: https://amzn.to/2F8jgGW
Unbreakable Mind: https://amzn.to/2GGC83g
Title: The Brave Zombie
Author: E.A. Reyland
Publication Date: June 20th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs Reviews & PR
First grade is hard enough when youâre a new student, but for Nigel itâs even harder, being that heâs a zombie and all. Dive into first grade with Nigel as he meets his new friend, Alyssa, and they both learn to be brave together.E.A Reyland spends her days playing the role of super mom and wife. But, at night she dons her cape and put on her writing hat and dives into the world of her imagination. Nothing is off limits to this mom. From friendly zombies to timid werewolves. E.A. is making the paranormal fun for all ages and loving every moment of it. For other works please visit her at www.Emilycyr.com
The Demon Kiss
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