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REMY (The Brotherhood Files) by Isaiyan Morrison

 
 
Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
Date Published: March 6th, 2018
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For Deamhan, revenge is the best dish of all.
In 1840s Paris, vampires aren’t just at the throats of humans. Split into two warring factions, Dorvo vampires wage war against the Deamhan, their paranormal cousins created by dark magic and who feed on the psychic energy of their human victims. In this strange new world, Remy, a bourgeoisie, is sired as a Deamhan by Julian. But the intoxicating rush of becoming a powerful psychic vampire is soon eclipsed by the presence of Ruby, a beautiful yet elusive Dorvo vampire.
Betrayed by his own, Ruby feeds his undesirable urge to have his revenge against Julian and the rest of the Deamhan. But he doesn’t know if he can trust Ruby. She may have given him his freedom, but she’s still the enemy who has vowed to vanquish the Deamhan, the very same Deamhan that betrayed him. Now it’s up to Remy to decide who to trust — and who to destroy.
In Remy, The Brotherhood Files, author Isaiyan Morrison presents a paranormal urban fantasy about fractured relationships, mistrust, and forgiveness. Here in the City of Love, it’s anything but, as Remy’s caught between two warring sides who both want him gone. Will his desire for revenge cloud his judgment? Or will he figure out who he can trust once and for all? In this wild journey from the graveyard and through the dark alleys and cobblestoned streets of Paris, Remy is both hunter…and prey.

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Exactly at that moment, a citrus scent swam across the bridge of my nose. My ears perked up and my eyes darkened instantly. “What is that?” The scent made me pick up speed while I tried to find exactly where it was coming from. “It isn’t like anything I’ve smelled before!” Interested, I also scoured the cemetery around us. I stepped over toppled headstones, trampled over graves, some old and some fresh. I even searched the trees, thinking I would find the source up, somewhere high.

“There! Do you see her?” He pointed off into the distance.

I did see the person who caught his eye and whose scent tickled our nostrils. It was a woman with long, wavy, dark hair extending to her waist, dressed in a long dark dress, suitable for those attending funerals. She held a small, black, matching parasol which partially covered her face.

Oh, how bad I wanted her! How bad I wanted to feed from her. She smelled so good, it almost made me lose control of my actions!

“Go!” Pruett whispered. “Take her!”

And so, I did. I ran faster than I ran before at her. I thought I was quick enough and could get to her before she realized what was going on. Instead, she looked over her shoulder. She had big beautiful eyes and thin lips. Distracted by her scent, I failed to notice a brightness emanating from her hand.

A blast of light struck me square in the chest. It tossed me back, in midair, and I landed just a few feet from Pruett, who laughed obnoxiously. I blinked to stop the world from spinning and my chest felt as if it was on fire.

The woman didn’t speak, nor did she follow up on her attack. Instead, she gripped her parasol before yelling, “Stay away from me, Deamhan!” and calmly walked away.

“Oh! I didn’t think you’d actually go after her!” Pruett laughed aloud at my expense.

Feeling like a doltz, I stood and wiped the dirt from my clothing. “What was that?” Annoyed, I gripped my chest in pain. “Did you know she would do that?” I turned back and watched the mysterious woman until the darkness of the cemetery swallowed her outline.

“I wanted to see if she was really one of them,” he replied. “And now, I have my proof.”

“She could’ve killed me!”

“Yes, that’s true.”

“And what if she did?” I raised my voice at him. “How would you explain my death to Julian?”

“Don’t be so upset, Remy.”

I glanced at my shirt and noticed the blast had burned the cotton away, revealing my bare chest. “Is she a witch? Is she a demon?”

“Oh, we’re the demons,” he corrected me. “And no, she isn’t a witch. She is just one of many who have access to dark magic, like we do.” He winked at me. “Do you want her?”

 

 

About the Author
A veteran of the Armed Forces, Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minneapolis.
Her passions include writing, reading, and researching historical events.
She also spends her time gardening, playing video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved pitt bull.
She’s the author of The Deamhan Chronicles and the novel, Old Farmer’s Road.
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SUPREMACY’S SHADOW by T. Eric Bakutis

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Science Fiction / Thriller
Date Published: February 9, 2018
Publisher: SF Productions
 
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For Hayden Cross, a military investigator in the far future, whether his wife faked her death is the question that is probably going to get him killed. Having lost the only job that kept him sane, he has few resources and fewer leads. Oh, and a sadistic crime lord really wants to kill him.
As he fights through an underworld of fanatical rebels, callous bounty hunters, and corrupt cops, each step takes him closer to the truth about his wife’s fate and the oppressive government he once loyally served. On the way he may even liberate a planet and stop a war … but only if he betrays everyone he loves.
 
About the Author

T. Eric Bakutis is an author and game designer based in Maryland. He is happily married and shares his house with a vicious, predatory cat and a sad-faced, cowardly dog. He’s been working as a professional videogame developer for over eight years. His first fantasy trilogy, Tales of the Five Provinces, is now complete, and his first science fiction novel, Supremacy’s Shadow, is due in February 2018.
In his spare time, Eric hikes with his lovely wife, little girl, and crazy dog, spends time in VRChat exploring the metaverse, and participates in local events like the Baltimore Science Fiction Society Critique Circle. His first novel, Glyphbinder, was a finalist for the 2014 Compton Crook Award, and his short fiction has appeared in several magazines and anthologies.
You can read his free cyberpunk police procedural, Loose Circuit, at www.loosecircuit.com
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Supremacy’s Shadow

 Hayden’s door chimed recognized access, which didn’t make sense. Had his new landlord come by with more paperwork? The door rattled open.

Hayden spotted a rifle tip. Then he threw himself behind the black pre-furnished couch. Then someone started shooting at him.

Just another day in Star’s Landing.

A knockout round whizzed over his head and splattered blue gel across the floor-length window. Another buried itself in the couch, buzzing like an angry insect. Hayden’s pistol sat on his bed, entirely out of reach, but the knockout rounds told him something interesting. His attackers wanted him alive.

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TEASER TUESDAY ~ Taming Mia

 

Paranormal Romance/New Adult
Date Published: 2/2/18
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
 
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Mia is finally getting what she’s always wanted—the chance to be off on her own at college. Her own apartment, sexy college guys, and, most importantly, no more pride rules to follow. At least not until after graduation, when she’ll return home and marry the mate her father, the alpha, chooses for her. Until then, Mia is determined to enjoy her freedom to the fullest. And when Tristan comes along, she knows she’s met the perfect fling.
It’s Tristan’s last year at Mountain Ridge University. He’s ready for some smooth sailing, including no girl drama. As a jaguar shifter, he’s not interested in a relationship, and certainly not a mate. Mia is the answer to what he’s looking for—playful, sassy, and seeking a bit of no- strings-attached fun.
But is there more to their relationship than either of them is willing to admit?
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Mia padded softly along the rocky, moonlit trail. Her cat eyes were well-adjusted to the darkness, and she carefully took in all of her surroundings. The large, craggy boulders and tall saguaro cacti loomed high above her in the canyon, and the sounds of small animals rustling in the bushes called to the hunter in her. Mmm. Yum. She’d love to do some hunting…but it would have to wait for another time. For now, she had something a little tastier in mind.
Her paws barely made a sound as she traveled down the path. She stepped delicately around a particularly spiky plant—she’d learned the hard way a few nights ago when she’d had to end her run early due to a pawful of cactus stickers. On high alert, she scanned the trail for other prickly invaders.
She nimbly jumped onto a large boulder and sat back on her haunches. She sniffed the air. Her whiskers twitched. The smells of the desert filled her nostrils—pungent and crisp, scents of earth and life. Mia was learning to love the way the desert smelled after a rain.
It also smelled of him. Mia had picked up his scent several minutes ago, and she knew he was close. But where was he? He had suggested they meet on this trail, and, now, he wanted to play hard to get. That damn sneaky cat.
It was a good thing she wanted to play, too. She didn’t even care why he had been so pissed off earlier—she just wanted to see him. To touch him. To taste him. She’d gone off to college to have fun, and she sure as hell was determined to do so. She wanted to forget about Asher, Rob, and most of all, her father’s meddling in things that didn’t concern him. Tonight, amidst the wide- open spaces of the canyon and the cool night air, she was going to do whatever the hell she pleased.
She scanned the canyon walls. A flicker of movement on a rocky ledge nearby caught her attention. A flick of a tail. The soft glint of moonlight reflecting off keen, predatory eyes. Tristan. He knew she saw him, and he inched slowly out of the shadows, his belly low to the ground. A low rumble emanated from deep within his chest.
He walked out to the edge of the outcropping. The strength of his jaguar emanated from him, his sleek spotted body accentuated with powerful shoulders and legs. He was the biggest feline shifter she’d ever seen. The rumbling purr in his chest turned into a fierce roar, vibrating across the canyon walls.
Oh, yes. A shudder went down Mia’s spine, electrifying all the nerves in her body. She wanted nothing more than to rub herself all over him. She purred, her insides turning into delightfully liquid goo as she thought about how his beautiful fur would feel against hers. His gaze penetrated her, ready to devour her. He was the predator…and she was his prey tonight.
Oh, yeah? Well, you can come and get it, then, big boy. You wanted to run tonight, so we’ll run.
Mia rose, standing strong on her lean, powerful legs. She belted out the loudest roar she could muster. Then she turned on her heels and bolted down the path.
She had no problem with the jaguar devouring every inch of her body tonight. But he’d have to catch her, first.
 
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Misty Malloy’s obsession with hair bands started in the 80’s. When she’s not listening to Guns N’ Roses or writing, you can find her wrangling dogs at the animal shelter, doing Zumba, or having brunch. She loves wine, cheese, happy hour with both wine AND cheese (of course!), sexy historical movies, and alpha males. She lives in Tucson, Arizona, with her husband and their dire wolf dog.
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