Elle knew that unraveling the secrets on Acryen would be
difficult, but she didn’t know that it would be deadly. She knew this from the
scars on her body and the heat in her
Three months have passed and what was meant to be an easy
journey across the ocean has turned perilous as she’s come to realize that
they’ve boarded the wrong ship—a slaver’s ship run by a cunning and devious man
known only as Captain Red. Elle can’t help but find herself drawn to him and
repelled at the same time. Yet, when a powerful hurricane hits the ship and
Elle’s life is in danger, Peter’s hidden powers awaken, and now, they’re in
trouble. The stakes are much higher than before, and Elle’s afraid that the
only way out is with
Elle must find the necklace awaiting in Gyoar before an
elf meets her end, a quaid falls prey, a mother commits treason, and a king
masks his mistake.
But above all, she must find it before her fate is sealed
Because where hope lies, fire
Yasmin Fazli was born and raised in Southern California,
changing schools her whole life. Now, she is an undergraduate college student
studying biology to satisfy her love for the sciences. Yet, another part of her
started to show more and more: her love for writing. She often dreams of
mystical places and the perfect bad boy/prince charming who will come sweep her
away. Until those happen, she continues to write away, living her fantasies
through typed words with all kinds of sweets in one hand and a cup of chai tea
in the other hopeful that one day her words could inspire even just one
Julia Wright doesn’t understand her friends’ obsession
with boys. She proudly maintains her composure no matter who
is in her
presence – though some annoying and rude boys still manage
to grate her
last nerve. Then she is blackmailed into being the manager
of the men’s
swim team, and finds herself face to face with the worst of
Team Captain Vander Thelxinoe is the typical self-assured
jock. He has the
ability to change people’s minds at will, only his charms
don’t work on
Julia. Now he’s anxious to figure out why, and the closer he
tries to get,
the more desperate she is to stay away – especially when he
awakens a side of her she never knew existed.
Their unexpected friendship puts Julia in the middle of a
doesn’t quite understand. As her familiar world begins to
her, Julia must partner with the one person who knows how to
buttons – and, in doing so, discovers the unbelievable truth
about who she
Can Julia and Vander survive the trial set before them, or
will they face
the extreme consequences of
As a substitute teacher, Jolene
spends her days in high school classrooms harvesting material for her Young
Adult novels. She also uses it as an outlet for fangirling by showing upcoming
book-to-movie trailers at the end of class, or discussing vital issues like
whether Katniss should have picked Gale or Peeta.
She is committed to helping Special Education teenagers
become independent adults and helping them find a way to focus on the positive
especially when life gets hard. At home, Jolene loves to cuddle with her
husband, two kids, and three cats—sometimes all at once—while reading Young
Adult books or repeatedly watching movies based on
I study his profile. His
chiseled jaw and dark, floppy hair are like something out of a magazine
advertisement. His eyes, too—they aren’t dark to match his hair, like mine—they
are parts of green and blue, much like the painting of the sea in the other
“Who painted that piece above the couch in there?”
He shrugs, not answering me in any concrete way. Then he
shifts his weight from one foot to the other and his awkwardness makes it clear
“You did it, didn’t you? You’re a painter.”
He shrugs again. I hop down from my stool to go take another
look at the painting. The artist must have signed it, and I will get my answer
I go down the hall, past the bathroom, the stairs, and the
front door until I’m standing in the parlor, looking at Vander, who is blocking
the painting from my view. He must have gone through the dining room next to
the kitchen to end up in here before me. He’s staring at me and chewing on his
lip while flexing and balling his hands. He’s more nervous than I have ever
seen him—not before a swim meet, not in class when he didn’t know an answer,
not when he told me how he felt in the bathroom a little bit ago. This is where
his heart lies, in this painting of this island.
I try to look around him, and he leans over.
“Don’t.” He is stern, but gentle. He clears his throat.
“Please don’t touch it. You will want to, but don’t.”
He’s right. I do want to touch it; I want to climb inside of
it. I’m seeing it, and somehow it’s seeing me, and it’s making me feel pulled
apart. I want to dive into the waters, to swim to that far-off land, and I also
want to turn the boat around and sail as far and as quickly as I can in the
opposite direction. Meanwhile, the light from the sun is dimming, laughing at
me for thinking I can have any control here.
I want in!
Vander grabs both of my arms, which are currently outstretched
toward the painting. My knees are on the seat of the couch, and I don’t even
remember moving forward. His voice startles me. “You can’t.”
I blink hard and turn to look him fully in the face. “I
“You can’t go there, and you can’t go away from there. It’s
just a painting.” Was I talking out loud, or can he read my mind? How does he
know what I was thinking? I let him lead me through the dining room, back into
the kitchen, where the timer is going off. I shake my head to let loose the feelings
that painting stirred in me.
“It’s more than that, and you know it. How?” I don’t even
have to finish the sentence. He knows exactly what I’m asking.
Can the truth of the soul Conquer the pain of its ancient past.
Unlike other Sicari, Lysander Condellaire has telepathic and telekinetic powers. Not until the night a Praetorian tortured him and left him for dead did he understand why. Now, the half-angelic, half-demonic face he sees in the mirror is a reminder of the monster he must keep hidden or face expulsion from the order of assassins known as the Sicari. But his dreams of ancient Rome hint at a destiny difficult to accept, especially when it involves the woman he loves, but can never have.
A gifted healer in the Order, Phaedra DeLuca witnessed her mother’s murder when she was a little girl. The haunting memory makes her loathe everything Praetorian. When she travels to Rome in search of an ancient artifact, she must work alongside a man who once cruelly rejected her love and healing touch. But her dreams of ancient Rome tell of an irreversible and possibly dangerous future. For the distant past and present are about to collide–with the one man she is destined to love.
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Phaedra made a soft noise and a moment later, he sprang to his feet as she screamed and shot upright in bed. He reached her in two quick strides and sank down onto the bed then pulled her into his arms. She was shaking so badly her teeth were chattering. He didn’t say anything, he just held her. As her trembling slowly subsided, she raised her head off his chest to look up at him.
“Better?” He eyed her carefully as she raked her fingers through her hair and nodded. “Then back into bed.”
“I’m not going anywhere for the moment.”
She slipped back under the covers and turned her back to him. Quietly, he returned to his chair and waited for her to fall asleep again. Every minute or two, she’d turn over in bed in an effort to achieve a more comfortable position. After about fifteen minutes, she sat up and sent him a pleading look.
“I know it’s a lot to ask . . . considering the way things are between us, but would you mind holding me until I go to sleep?” The request made him go still as a statue, and she immediately cringed with embarrassment. She waved her hand in dismissal. “It’s okay. Never mind.”
Frozen in his chair, he watched her fall back onto the mattress and turn her back on him. Fotte, he needed to have his head examined for what he was about to do. Despite the warning going off in the back of his mind, he removed his boots and went to join her on the bed. She jerked her head to look over her shoulder as his weight shifted the mattress, and the gratitude in her beautiful brown eyes swelled his heart.
Cautiously, he stretched out beside her and pulled her backside into his chest. The minute his arms wrapped around her, it was as if she’d never left his side. Her warmth pushed its way through his clothing until it penetrated his skin. Holding her like this was like walking into a burning building. There was no way he was going to come out unscathed.
Monica Burns is a bestselling author of spicy historical and paranormal romance. She penned her first romance at the age of nine when she selected the pseudonym she uses today. Her historical book awards include the 2011 RT BookReviews Reviewers Choice Award and the 2012 Gayle Wilson Heart of Excellence Award for Pleasure Me.
She is also the recipient of the prestigious paranormal romance award, the 2011 PRISM Best of the Best award for Assassin’s Heart. From the days when she hid her stories from her sisters to her first completed full-length manuscript, she always believed in her dream despite rejections and setbacks. A workaholic wife and mother, Monica is a survivor who believes every hero and heroine deserves a HEA (Happily Ever After), especially if she’s writing the story.
An open letter to Barnes & Noble and the CEO Mr. Ronald Boire:
Four years ago when I first started in the publishing industry I sent a submission to the small press department for my first novel. With it I sent reviews, newspaper articles, marketing, book specs and a beautiful hardback edition of the book.
I was with a small publisher, met all the requirements and I was hoping to be considered for shelf placement.
I was turned down with a form response that basically came down to “we don’t do self-pub”. While I was disappointed that it was clear no one really took the time to read the submission because it stated clearly my book was not self-published, I took it in stride.
I knew I had to earn my “stripes” in the industry. I had to work my way up and expecting anything such as shelf placement in BN stores for a first novel was basically just a hope.
Five years later, with nearly thirty novels under my belt, I sent another submission.
This submission was for #Nerd, the first book in my popular contemporary romance Hashtag Series. I’ll be frank, my ultimate dream when I first started in this business was to see my books on your shelves. I still remember the feeling of walking through your aisles, gazing at all the beautiful books with a coffee in my hand and being awed at all the possibilities.
Having worked in this business for about five years now I admit, this dream became chipped away at. I’ve seen, quite frankly, the snobbery that comes from your large corporate world. I told myself it was fine if I never made it to your shelves because my books were popular and doing very well.
Then something happened. I was tagged in a picture on social media. #Nerd was sitting on the shelves at a BN on an end cap along with several other popular Independently published books. This came courtesy of some really awesome managers at one of your stores. It was awesome. The original dream of seeing something like that came back to me, and in some regard I remembered why I started in this business to begin with.
I took a chance, a long shot and put together another package. Inside I slipped detailed information of my book including the type of binding, shelf life, wholesaler discount and distributor.
I’d like to note that when I began publishing on my own many years (after leaving the small press) ago I went to the extra hassle and expense of getting an account approved via Ingram (Lightning Source) so that my books were in your catalogues and viable for ordering on the chance someone might want them for your stores.
Also, in that packet I included reviews, average rating, marketing details, and every single format my book was available in. My book is professionally edited, award winning and has a standout cover designed by a designer who already has covers sitting on your shelves. I also included the information that #Nerd has a professionally produced live action book trailer with over fifteen thousand views and a lot of buzz.
I outlined the many signings I attend to promote myself and noted my social media accounts including my sizable Facebook page with almost seventy thousand likes.
With that I included a paperback of my novel and a print out of the photo of it sitting on one of your end caps.
Honestly, I never expected to be accepted. I never thought I would be considered but I hoped. I saw that image of my book on the end cap of a large BN and it felt good.
I got a form letter in the mail today. A rejection. I will say, it was a much friendlier rejection than the one I received four years ago.
But it was no less condescending.
Thank you for letting me know my book was available online for readers to purchase via your website www.BN.com (I surely wasn’t aware of that link). Also, thank you for pointing out that you have a relationship with Lightning Source so my title will be stocked in your distribution network. I’m well aware that my books are available for distribution and I’m also well aware you are able to order via Lightning Source.
The last line of your form refusal was letting me know if my title was available in eBook to visit www.nookpress.com for instructions on uploading content.
While I am WELL aware the small press department must be bombarded on a daily basis with hopeful submissions and your staff does not have the time nor man-power to reply personally to every submission, I find this letter insulting.
I outlined my EBook was available on your website. I obviously did my homework before submitting a proposal to the company. I knew you had a relationship with LSI.
The only actual response to my submission was one line. One. It read “The buyer responsible for romance has decided not to stock #Nerd on the shelves of our retail stores at this time.”
Okay, I can handle that.
But I want to know why. Even just one sentence more with a reason would have been succinct.
I got nothing but a bunch of helpful info presented to me like I was getting a great thing you were making my book available for special order in stores. Um, it is available to order. It always has been.
Do you think because I am an independently published author I have no knowledge of the business? Does your corporation assume that since I don’t have an agent approaching you on my behalf I couldn’t possibly understand any of the requirements needed for store placement?
Is that why I got no reason as to why you said no? Because the only thing my book doesn’t have in the positive column is that it’s not represented by an agent or large publishing house with lots of money?
I respectfully object. When will the stigma of independent books ever fade with your company? When will it stop becoming an exclusive club and allow for good books to be recognized?
Frankly, I’m offended and angry on behalf of not only myself but all independent authors.
Yes, there are millions of books published every year. Not all of them are good. The easy use and accessibility of publishing online today makes lots of people think they can write a book.
However. There are a lot of independent authors out there who are damn good at what they do. There are professionals. There are people that work and work hard for their name and career. What is it about us that makes you look away?
Are you afraid you’ll make the big six with all their money angry if you clear off even one shelf for some independent books?Are you certain that your exclusive choice of titles in your stores are the absolute cream of the crop?
The publishing industry is changing. It changes so fast and so much it’s nearly impossible to keep up. But it is beyond confusing to me as to why a company who is almost wholly focused on books and the publishing industry why you don’t acknowledge this. It’s like baking a really great pie and then only eating a quarter of it.
As I pointed out in my submission letter, adding just a few select independently published novels widens your potential. It not only introduces new and exciting content to readers who love to browse your shelves, but it also is a huge step in showing that you as a company are willing to be at the helm of this changing industry. It shows support in the written word and authors with talent.
Why are you suppressing indies?
At your company you have the resources and the capability to pick and choose those quality independent novels. You can screen and make sure the books only add to your environment. What will you lose?
From where I’m standing, there are a lot of gains. For your company and for the entire publishing community.
Even if it’s not one of my novels (though I think they deserve honest consideration) I implore you, give independent authors a chance to shine on shelves. Give them a voice, an equal chance to sell a book beside their peers, because that’s exactly what the books on your shelves are. They are written by my peers.
In fact, I would wager some of my books probably outsell some of the ones you stock on your shelves. That doesn’t mean by any means those books don’t deserve to be where they are, they do.
But mine do too.
I’m tired of the indie stigma. I’m tired of being looked at as “not good enough” because I don’t have a NYT, USA Today or Wall Street Journal bestseller tag before my name.
No, my books aren’t screened through agents and publishers.
You know who screens my books? You know who deems them worthy? YOUR customers, the readers. I have average ratings, sales and demand to back it up.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a reader ask me why they can’t get my book on your shelves. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard readers say they wished they could pick up their favorite indie authors book off your shelves.
You limit yourself. You limit us. You, a corporation who is dedicated to books are being outdone by other businesses who are not wholly about literature.
No, you as a corporation don’t need to risk anything on indie authors. And yes, maybe it would take a little work to choose a few titles for an “independently published” shelf. Good things are rarely easy, something I have well learned in this business.
Some might even be reading this and asking why do I even care so much if my book is on your shelves? Does it really matter?
Yes. It does.
I recognize you, Barnes and Noble.
I recognize you as a book store in a market of fading book stores. I recognize you as an established business where book lovers go and look to you to point them in the direction of good reads.
Why won’t you recognize me? Why won’t you recognize the indie authors who all recognize you?
This isn’t just an angry letter because I got another form rejection. I’ve had many. I’ve also had many successes and my career doesn’t hinge on store placement. This is about change, and about asking for a chance to be equal.
I’ve been in this business a while now, I don’t know everything, but I do know some things. I know you have the capability of helping to lift up the talented writers who do ALL their own marketing, publishing and branding.
It’s time, Barnes and Noble. It’s time you step into the new era of publishing. It’s time you acknowledge there are good books out there that don’t just come out of big six publishers.
Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book.
C.L. Gaber continues the epic story of Walker Callaghan, afterlife's avenging angel.
In the Midst—a place for those who die young—there are no rules except one.
And Walker Callaghan, dead at seventeen, just broke it. She briefly revisited her earthly life . . . and the punishment is devastating.
Longing for her rebel love interest, Daniel Reid, Walker finds an ally in Cass, whose attraction to her is as alive as he is. “Life is short,” he tells her. “I’m banking on eternity. With you.”
In the second book of the Ascenders Saga, a proposed realm-jumping journey will take Walker and Daniel back to life again to search for something buried in history. They team with students from several other schools in the middle realm including a place for teens born with oddities. It’s home to the Claires . . . beautiful, ruthless, and quite dead seventeen-year-old quads who each have a different clairvoyant gift.
Can Walker survive another adventure of an afterlife-time—or will she find herself on the downside of eternity?
Blurb: When the Infected attacked, something horrific happened to Porschia Grant. Porschia in Frenzy was scary; Porschia with hallucinations is terrifying. There has to be a reason, and there must be a cure for the episodes refusing to release her from their tentacles of insanity.
Saul is in the center of the city surrounded by secrets–some are damning, some are eye opening—others might just offer hope and be worth fighting for. How can a person justify the possibility of infecting another human being? What might the humans and night-walkers lose if he doesn’t take the chance?
The decisions made, and the lies uncovered, will shock everyone in and around Blackwater, and they just might spark a revolution.
Everything emits a sound… and hunger is deafening… horrible.
Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.
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