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Author Spotlight: Kingdom of Embers by Tricia Copeland

 

Welcome to another Friday Author Spotlight! This week I have Tricia Copeland returning with her book, Kingdom of Embers, from the Kingdom Journals. For today only, you can get the book for 99 cents! She has shared an excerpt from the book, but first let’s reacquaint ourselves with the author.

Tricia Copeland grew up in Georgia and now lives in Colorado with her family and multiple four-legged friends. Her books include the clean new adult Being Me Series, Is This Me?, If I Could Fly, Thinking You Know Me, and the final installment, Being Me, as well as a young adult, Drops of Sunshine, a paranormal novella, and the Lovelock Chronicles, Lovelock Ones: Native One, a dystopian novella published in The Butterfly Box. Her newest release is Kingdom Journals Volume 1, Kingdom of Embers, a YA paranormal novel. If she’s not out running, you can find Tricia at www.triciacopeland.com or your favorite social media.

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About the Book

“He wouldn’t understand. He didn’t live in a masked world. In truth, he did. Most beings, pure humans, walked through life believing they were the only type of people that existed.” –Alena

As a creature forbidden by both vampire and witch law, Alena traverses the country with her Vampire Council Chancellor mother in search of an unknown entity. Everything changes when Alena finds Hunter. Their bond may be the key to the answers Alena seeks. But her mother introduces her to Theron, an equally handsome and mysterious suitor. Will the truth about his intentions be uncovered before it’s too late? Or will her Mother’s kingdom be reduced to embers?

Find out in Kingdom of Embers!

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Keep reading for an excerpt:

Her missions had something to do with me. The only time I spent time with Mother outside of five minutes at breakfast and an hour at dinner consisted of planned outings. They occurred once a month, or sometimes twice a week. She always knew her destination and required my presence. At first, I thought we were searching for my father.

I didn’t remember him. My mother always told me he had to be separated from us for my safety. Part of me wondered if he’d abandoned us. But in the past year, I’d put together some clues that ruled him out as her target. Mother seemed most on edge as we neared a teen boy. Her eyes would cut to me as if to gauge my reaction. Like I’d sense something about the boy if he were the one. At the end of each trip, she asked if I’d felt drawn to anyone.

“Like a magnetic pull?” I’d asked the first time.

“Or maybe you heard someone’s thoughts.”

“Like my imaginary friends when I was little?”

“Perhaps.”

But I’d never felt anything more than the normal hum of magical powers I detected in the presence of a witch. Her face fell each time I reported no special connection during our nights out. At first I thought I’d failed her, done something wrong. Each time she’d reassure me it wasn’t my fault.

Beyond guessing the target to be male, I’d hit a dead end, my hypothesis stalled on her search for a brother, half-brother, or a being like me. My shoulders shuddered each time I entertained the idea that she wanted to find a hybrid so I could have a husband who shared my genetic make-up.

Under the suspicion I wasn’t supposed to know anything, I played ignorant. I didn’t complain when we visited restaurants, stores, coffee shops, concerts, and sporting arenas. Time with Mother was rare, and I didn’t want to spoil it. Following Orm one day in Seattle, when Mother thought I was with a friend, I learned he helped with the quest. I saw him visit several churches, restaurants, and bookstores. That evening Mother took me to the same area and locations he’d been.

“Miss.” Orm brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see the high school building outside my window.

“Oh, thanks.”

“I’ll pick you up right here at five. You have your private gymnastics instruction afterwards, so I’ll have a snack for you.”

“Thanks, Orm.” I fitted my sunglasses firmly on my face and slid my backpack off the floor.

“Have a good day, madam. And don’t—”

“I know the drill. Don’t isolate, but don’t over share. And don’t eat or kill anyone. I got it.”

Saturday Sneak Peeks: The Dream Crypt (An Onyx Warrior Short Story)

Designed by Kathryn Jenkins at Magical Designs

It’s time for another sneak peek, and in celebration of its release this week, I thought I’d give you another peek at The Dream Crypt. If you missed the first sneak peek of this story, you can find it here!


Rylee picked up her phone and dialed.

“911. What is your emergency,” an eerily familiar male voice said.

“I’m bleeding really badly, and I can’t make it stop.”

“Just go to sleep Rylee. You’ll be fine in the morning.”

Rylee hung up feeling calmer. He was right. She was overreacting. It was a long strange day. She just needed some sleep. Her pillow was a welcome sight, and after resting her head, she closed her eyes and began dozing. Then she quickly sat up.

She never told the man her name.


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The Dream Crypt (An Onyx Warrior Short Story)

The Dream Crypt (An Onyx Warrior Short Story)

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Author Spotlight: As Wings Unfurl by Arthur M. Doweyko

 

Welcome to this week’s Friday Author Spotlight! This week I have Arthur M. Doweyko with his science fiction novel, As Wings Unfurl. He has shared an excerpt from his book, but before we get to that, let’s learn more about Arthur.

As a scientist, I’ve authored 100+ publications, and share the 2008 Thomas Alva Edison Patent Award for the discovery of Sprycel, an anti-cancer drug. I write hard science fiction, fantasy and horror.

My debut novel, Algorithm, a story about DNA and the purpose of humanity, garnered a 2010 Royal Palm Literary Award (RPLA) and was published by E-Lit Books in 2014. As Wings Unfurl took first place as the best pre-published science fiction novel of 2014 (RPLA) and has been published by Red Adept Publishing. My latest project, Wind In Trees, is a novel about the last human on Earth, a Lakota Sioux cyborg facing a post-apocalyptic world where nothing is as it seems.

A number of my short stories have been honored as finalists in RPLA competitions and have been awarded Honorable Mentions in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest. Most recently, Andrew The Last, the inspiration for Wind In Trees was voted best science fiction short story in the 2016 P&E Readers Poll.

I live in Florida with my wife Lidia, teaching college chemistry and happily wandering the beaches.

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About the Book

Applegate Bogdanski returns from Vietnam with a missing leg, a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart. A fair trade, he thinks, for a coward, whose only remaining passion is to dull his grief with morphine. He stumbles through each day working at an obscure Newark, New Jersey bookstore, looking forward to nothing and hoping it would arrive soon. Enter Angela, who claims to be his guardian angel. Neither one is an angel, but together, they uncover a conspiracy which threatens to undo humankind itself.

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Keep reading for an excerpt:

A sharp pain stabbed at his right hand. He jerked it up, leaving a trail of bright-red oval droplets along the doorjamb. His eyes widened. The tip of his right forefinger was gone. Squealing half in anger and half in terror, he pinched the bloody stub with his other hand.

“Bitch! What the hell?” His eyes darted to his desk. The Smith and Wesson might as well have been a thousand miles away. He didn’t see a knife. His knees began shaking.

“Jason, calm down. Tell me where the negatives are, and this unpleasantness will end.” She held up his fingertip, wiggled it at him, and tossed it into her mouth.

“Son of a bitch.” Jason ran into Viola’s office. Surely there would be someone in the hallway. Several paces short of the door, his head lurched forward. His hands flailed at his neck. He was lifted off his feet and dragged back.
A button popped off as his collar cut into his neck so deep he couldn’t breathe. The edge of his desk dug into his spine, firing off a jolt of agony through his thighs to his toes. He heard his phone crash on the floor as she stretched him out atop the desk. He reached back with his hands, hoping to break her grip. He gasped and sputtered, straining to get air back into his lungs. The blood from his finger ran across his chin. A murky curtain lowered over his vision.

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