Life in paradise isn’t exactly what Kris thought it would be. Treated like a prisoner and forced to keep her romance with Nathan hidden, she struggles to adapt to island life with the Kala. Worse, her specialties are coming in faster than she can control, and she fears the Skotadi within her will soon win the battle for her soul.
Release Date: September 19th, 2015
Life in paradise isn’t exactly what Kris thought it would be. Treated like a prisoner and forced to keep her romance with Nathan hidden, she struggles to adapt to island life with the Kala. Worse, her specialties are coming in faster than she can control, and she fears the Skotadi within her will soon win the battle for her soul. Her only hope is to embrace her Incantation lineage, master the skills she’s supposed to have, and free herself of her destiny. If only she could figure out how to do it…
The ghosts of Nathan’s past still inhabit the island. Adapting to the Kala way of life again is something he will grudgingly accept, as long as they agree to help Kris. But falling back into the Kala system means being a Kala soldier, and when the gods ask for help, he cannot refuse. Sent around the world on a mission, he faces new dangers and stumbles upon a startling discovery that could change everything…
Together, they face their biggest hurdle yet and put their relationship to the ultimate test. When old temptations arise, new enemies emerge, and emotions run high, can their love survive?
From Amazon’s bestselling author, Desni Dantone, comes the third installment of The Ignited Series, where the danger is real, the stakes are higher, and nothing is as it seems. Continue the journey with Kris, Nathan, Alec, and Callie as they discover that when friends become enemies, enemies become friends, and the battles lines between good and evil blur, choosing the right side isn’t always easy.
Love Triangles - I love to read them! As the saying goes, “write what you love,” so I naturally penned a love triangle. Honestly though, it doesn’t end up being so much a love triangle as a deeply rooted love that the character has for both men. But one has a romantic base, while the other develops into a super strong friendship. From the beginning, Nathan is the “it guy,” but I wanted readers to form an attachment to Alec as Kris does…and they have! Maybe a little too much, because I certainly have my “Team Alec” members!
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Kris’s face scrunched up, and eventually broke into a smile. “Are you asking me out on a date right now? Because if you are, you’re seriously bad at it.”
“Give me a break. I haven’t done this in a long time.”
I finally pushed away from the dresser. As I angled closer to Kris, her teeth caught her bottom lip. It was a nervous habit, but oh, my God. Something in me came unhinged at the sight, and I had to remind myself to behave. But then her tongue flicked across her lips—a move so quick I wouldn’t have noticed if I weren’t staring at them—and I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell I would be able to keep my hands off of her now.
“I may be bad at the asking part,” I said, lifting my gaze from her mouth to her eyes. “But what I’m good at more than makes up for it.”
I reveled in the fact that sometimes I managed to make her nervous. Her eyes were everywhere but on my face by the time I reached her. Bending down until my nose nearly touched hers, I placed my hands on either side of her legs, essentially trapping her. Her eyes widened when she finally met my gaze, then just as quickly as the nervousness appeared, it was replaced by the bravado she always managed to muster up.
That was one of the many things I loved about her.
“Oh? And what exactly are you good at?” she breathed.
“This.” I yanked her legs out from under her, forcing her to fall back on the bed with a squeal. I followed and hovered over her long enough to register the gleam of excitement in her eyes before taking her mouth with mine.
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Desni Dantone is the author of The Ignited Series: Ignited (2013), Sacrificed (2014), and the upcoming Salvaged Soul and Avenging Heart. She resides in Everett, PA with her husband, 3 sons, dog and cat, where she can usually be found writing on her laptop or engrossed in a book, usually of the paranormal romance variety.
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Only when a series of new friendships and loyalties are forged in the most peculiar of places, does Noria dare hope again. Hope for Jamus’ safety, for their future together, and for the survival of the entire Cobbogothian race.
Hannah L. Clark lives with her husband and two children in the Rocky Mountains. She has always known she would be a storyteller. In 2006 she graduated from Utah Valley University with a bachelor's degree in English and immediately began writing her first novel.
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After being raised from infancy in Boston, Mass., Noria (a.k.a Norah Lukens) has no idea what to expect upon entering New Cobbogoth, where she never would have guessed that paths of light can make you vanish; doors can lead to realms both near and far; myths and legends are actual history;
Release Date: July 2015
After being raised from infancy in Boston, Mass., Noria (a.k.a Norah Lukens) has no idea what to expect upon entering New Cobbogoth, where she never would have guessed that paths of light can make you vanish; doors can lead to realms both near and far; myths and legends are actual history; a mere kiss can seal two souls as one; and, of course, a stone is never “just a stone.” Her Uncle Jack’s stories never could have prepared her for the magical and dangerous place her native realm is turning out to be.
When the Gihara’s promises begin to crumble, her best friend and soul-mate Jamus (a.k.a. James Riley) is in more danger than ever. Then when his father Lylend abandons her to search for an ancient relic called The Lemorian Crest and she is taken captive by the very people she’s risked everything to save, Noria begins to lose faith in the Cobbogothian gods and the mission they sent her home to accomplish.
Only when a series of new friendships and loyalties are forged in the most peculiar of places, does Noria dare hope again. Hope for Jamus’ safety, for their future together, and for the survival of the entire Cobbogothian race.Norah Lukens needs to uncover the truth about the fabled lost city of Cobbogoth. After her archaeologist uncle’s murder, Norah is asked to translate his old research journal for evidence and discovers that his murder was a cover-up for something far more sinister.
When she turns to neighbor and only friend James Riley for help, she realizes that not only is their bitter-sweet past haunting her every step, but James is keeping dangerous secrets. Can Norah discover what they are before its too late to share her own.
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Still unsuccessful in their pursuit to locate the Lemorian Crest, Noria and the other members of the Resistance find their next clue in an ancient Wind klan legend.
The Legend of Boki’s Bow
Lylend nodded, holding up a rather worn sheet. “Here it is, ‘The Legend of Boki’s Bow.’” He sat back in his chair, preparing to read, but then handed the roll to me. “It’s in Ancient Cobbogothian, kyndie. This old man’s eyes are burning from a night of reading—why don’t you favor us?”
I nodded. Taking the parchment roll, I smoothed the supple, cloth-like paper out onto the table and began to read.
The Legend of Boki’s Bow
When Phitessnie paid the blood sum, he left his six royal advisors in charge of the people. The advisors led the remaining Cobbogothians into the new realm. When they arrived, however, all they found was empty space and darkness. The new realm hadn’t been created yet. So the advisors gathered together and discussed what to do. They knew they could create a new realm, just as their ancestors had on Earth, but they were short on their elements. Earth, wind, fire, water, metal, wood, and space were what they needed to create a world in this new realm, but they had left Earth’s realm so quickly, they hadn’t absorbed enough element to bring with them.
Totherma, the Opalian Eye, and the only Space Shifter among the remaining Cobbogothians, proposed a solution to their problem. She asked the council to allow her to go out into the empty space and darkness—what she knew as dark matter—so she could create dark matter doors and paths of light through space and time, allowing her to visit other realms and gather element.
But the council opposed her proposition right away. They were worried for her safety. In the dark matter were various and vicious dark matter creatures who, if awoken, would try to attack her, and the only way to fight them off was to kill them with light. Knowing she had just as little element with her as they did, they doubted she would have enough power to create the paths of light that would protect her.
Instead of arguing, Totherma told the advisors of a special realm she hoped to find—a realm that was home to a race of creatures called elemies. These elemies could help solve their problem because they were beings made entirely of the seven elements they sought—earth, wind, fire, water, metal, wood, and space. If she could find this realm and bring the elemies back to New Cobbogoth, then the Cobbogothians could bond with the elemies. That bond would allow them unlimited access to their elements, which would give them what they needed to change this new realm of empty space and darkness into a beautiful world of light, creations, and beauty.
At last Phitessnie’s royal advisors agreed to let her go, but on one condition. She would be required to allow Boki, Phitessnie’s spark spindling adviser, to accompany her on her quest. Boki had remembered to bring his bow with him from the Olden Realm, and just enough wind to allow him to shoot spark darts. If Totherma happened to awaken any dark matter creatures during her search for the realm of the elemies, he could protect her by scaring them off with the light from his spark darts.
Glad for the company on such a dangerous journey, Totherma agreed to the council’s conditions, and she and Boki set off into the empty space and darkness.
Right away, Totherma began opening doors and making light pathways through the dark matter. After many days, she finally located the realm of the elemies. But because she’d been opening so many doors, some of the dark matter creatures had awoken. While the paths of light Totherma made through the dark matter would protect her from them, she’d used up much of her power. Sensing her weakened state, the dark matter creatures grew wild and restless.
“You can’t go back in there alone,” Boki protested, as Totherma prepared to pass into the dark matter one last time.
“But you can’t come with me,” she replied, determined to help her people. And she was right. They both knew that if Boki followed Totherma through the dark matter door toward the realm of the elemies, it would require her to use even more of her power to keep the creatures away from Boki as well. If she ran out of her element too soon, she wouldn’t be able to make it back with the seven elemies the Cobbogothians needed to create a world, and they would both die.
So the two struck a deal: Boki agreed to stay behind as long as Totherma agreed to leave the dark matter door open so he could protect her as much as possible as she traveled back and forth between New Cobbogoth and the realm of the elemies.
And so Totherma set off toward the elemies' realm, while Boki watched from the threshold of the dark matter door, his bow ready to strike at any sign of danger.
Soon Totherma returned with a pair of water nymphs and wood dryads. The second time, she was followed by a pair of metal trolls and earth zyrkir. On her third voyage, she sailed through the dark matter door on two wind sylphids. One more journey and she would have all the elemies necessary to create New Cobbogoth.
As Boki waited at the dark matter door for Totherma to return a final time, he grew anxious over the commotion he could see swirling in the dark matter just beyond Totherma’s path of light. The dark matter creatures were growing more ferocious by the hour, and this final trip seemed to be taking Totherma much longer than the last three.
When an entire day had passed and Totherma still hadn’t returned, Boki knew something had gone terribly wrong. He knew she needed his help! But Boki wasn’t sure what to do. He’d used so much of his wind shooting spark darts at the dark matter creatures so Totherma could return safely the first three times, he wasn’t sure he had enough element left to protect himself and Totherma if he went into the dark matter to find her this time.
As he looked at the five pairs of elemies Totherma had already brought through the dark matter door, however, an idea struck him. If Boki bonded with one of the wind sylphids, then he would have plenty of his element to go after Totherma. The only problem was that Totherma hadn’t yet told the other advisors how one bonded with an elemie.
So Boki began to experiment. He tried everything he could think of to bond with the wind sylphid. He embraced it; he shook its hand; he smiled and introduced himself. He showed the sylphid his bow and even allowed the creature to shoot a spark dart from it. However, nothing seemed to work.
Finally, Boki asked the sylphid its name.
“I have none,” it moaned.
“You have no name?” Boki exclaimed. “What do your friends call you?”
“Nothing.”
“Your master?”
“I have none.”
“Well, you must have a name,” Boki declared. “How shall I call you otherwise?”
And so, Boki gave the sylphid a name. “I shall call you Gustus.”
“I accept your name,” the sylphid replied.
The next moment, a great whirlwind sent by the Gihara overtook both Boki and Gustus. The whirlwind wasn’t just any whirlwind, and Boki soon found himself and Gustus bound to one another in an unshakeable bond.
Shocked at his good fortune, and growing ever more fearful for Totherma, Boki and Gustus crossed the threshold of the dark matter door to search for her.
As they pushed their way through the darkness, careful to follow Totherma’s light path, Boki was disturbed by the sudden quiet. All of the dark matter creatures had grown still.
Pushing on through the darkness, however, Boki began to hear something in the distance. It sounded like screaming. He hurried along until the noise grew louder, and soon he realized what the sound was. Up ahead, Boki could see a great blaze of fire surrounded by a mob of the most fearsome dark matter creatures he’d ever seen. Dread overtook him as he and Gustus headed toward it.
When they reached the commotion, Boki was surprised when he discovered the source of the fire. It was coming from the gaping jaws of a pair of very fierce but very small dragons. Neither was any bigger than a kitten, yet they relentlessly spewed their fire at the mob of dark matter creatures surrounding them.
That’s when Boki realized the little dragons were guarding something.
Or someone! Just to the side of the light path, lying very still, was Totherma. She was curled up in a tight ball and appeared to be injured.
“Totherma!” Boki yelled. “Totherma, I’m here!”
The dragons were doing everything they could to keep the ravaging dark matter creatures away from her, but they were also growing weak.
Without a second thought, Boki drew his bow and began to fire spark darts at the dark matter beasts. To his great astonishment, however, Boki saw that spark darts were no longer zooming from his bow. Because of his bond with Gustus, the darts had been replaced with great, electrifying bolts of lightning!
After Boki had killed one of their own, the mob of dark matter creatures scattered. When they had all fled, Boki rushed to Totherma’s side. While Gustus assured the little dragons that he and Boki were there to help, Boki checked to see if Totherma was still breathing. To his relief, she was, but she was also unconscious. As he went to pick her up and carry her back to the new realm, something caught his eye—something cradled in Totherma’s arms. It appeared she had been protecting it with her body.
As Boki removed it from her arms, he found himself staring into the golden eyes of a great violet phoenix. Along with the fire elemies, it appeared Totherma had discovered her very own space elemie.
When Boki and Totherma finally returned to the other Cobbogothians, the remaining advisors were very pleased. Soon each member bonded with their own elemie, giving it a name of its own that the elemie in turn accepted. When Totherma had recovered from her injuries and had bonded with her phoenix, she and Boki led the others in the creating of New Cobbogoth.
I sat the parchment back on the table and glanced around at the others. “Well, what do you think?”
About the author:
Uncovering Cobbogoth was Clark's first book in the seven book Cobbogoth series based on her mythological brain-child, The Legend of the Cobbogothians. It was released in May 2014 through Cedar Fort Publishing. Book 2 in the series, The Lemorian Crest will be released in Summer 2015.
Clark loves running, mythology, singing while playing the guitar, herbal tea, escaping into imaginary worlds, and being with her peeps. Like her heroine Norah, she also kind of believes that trees might have souls, but must clarify that she has never actually hugged a tree. The closest she has ever come to that kind of bizarre behavior was the time she hugged the pillars outside Harry Potter Land. Which, all things considered, is not bizarre at all if you take into account how exquisitely happy she was to finally be there. ;-)
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Through a Faustian bargain, Edie Kramer has been pulled into the dangerous world of the Immortal Game, where belief makes your nightmares real. Hungry for sport, fears-made-flesh are always raising the stakes. To them, human lives are less than nothing, just pieces on a board.
Release Date: August 4th, 2015
In Book 2 of the Immortal Game trilogy, Edie must learn the rules of the game . . . and then play better than anyone else.
Through a Faustian bargain, Edie Kramer has been pulled into the dangerous world of the Immortal Game, where belief makes your nightmares real. Hungry for sport, fears-made-flesh are always raising the stakes. To them, human lives are less than nothing, just pieces on a board.
Because of her boyfriend Kian's sacrifice, she's operating under the mysterious Harbinger's aegis, but his patronage could prove as fatal as the opposition. Raw from deepest loss, she's terrified over the deal Kian made for her. Though her very public enemies keep sending foot soldiers--mercenary monsters committed to her destruction--she's not the one playing under a doom clock. Kian has six months...unless Edie can save him. And this is a game she can't bear to lose.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.Edie Kramer has a score to settle with the beautiful people at Blackbriar Academy. Their cruelty drove her to the brink of despair, and four months ago, she couldn't imagine being strong enough to face her senior year. But thanks to a Faustian compact with the enigmatic Kian, she has the power to make the bullies pay. She's not supposed to think about Kian once the deal is done, but devastating pain burns behind his unearthly beauty, and he's impossible to forget.
In one short summer, her entire life changes, and she sweeps through Blackbriar, prepped to take the beautiful people down from the inside. A whisper here, a look there, and suddenly... bad things are happening. It's a heady rush, seeing her tormentors get what they deserve, but things that seem too good to be true usually are, and soon, the pranks and payback turns from delicious to deadly. Edie is alone in a world teeming with secrets and fiends lurking in the shadows. In this murky morass of devil's bargains, she isn't sure who—or what--she can trust. Not even her own mind...
“Better?” he asked.
“A little. How long have we been here?”
“I’m not sure. But probably not as long as you think.”
“More of the Harbinger’s tricks?” I tugged at my clothes, only to notice that they’d shifted back at some point. So… was I wrong before? Am I wearing the same dress? The constant unreality might wreck my brain.
“Mostly. I think.”
The Harbinger stopped his bizarre frolicking to clap his hands, and the sound rang out like thunder, much louder than anyone else could achieve with two palms. “We have one final diversion before the feast is ended. Shall I show you?”
Like before, the mob practically destroyed the ballroom with enthusiasm. By then, numbness had taken over; I could only exist in a state of abject terror for so long. Along with everyone else, I watched as two giant amorphous moth-beasts dragged someone up onto the dais. At first glance, I thought it was a girl but when the person rolled over, I realized it was a boy, probably fourteen or so, and small for his age. Definitely human, unless this was the best illusion ever. His terror was palpable, and it made the immortals nearby stir with avid anticipation.
“Delicious,” something with sharp teeth hissed.
The boy came up onto his knees, resting delicate hands on the floor before him in a posture of defeat so abject that I took a step forward. Bruises ringed his throat and his wrists, and what he had on could barely be called clothes; the shirt was torn in three places and the pants had frayed until they hit his knees, revealing filthy calves and feet that were sliced up as if he was routinely forced to walk across broken glass. On his right hand, two of the fingers were bent at unnatural angles, either broken now, or they had been, then they healed badly afterward.
“Kian…” I whispered. “I don’t like where this is going.”
“This one has a most impressive survival instinct,” the Harbinger said, indicating the cowering boy with a flourish. “He’s been my favorite pet for some time. But his luck might run out today. Shall we find out?”
The audience rumbled in agreement, and the room changed. I had no explanation for it, but suddenly it seemed as if we’d moved from the ballroom entirely. We were standing outside an arena now with a blood-stained pit below. Bones littered the floor of it, along with broken weapons. Snarls came from the sublevel, enough to chill my blood.
“Time for a bit of fun,” the Harbinger said.
Before I knew what I planned to do, I broke away from Kian. He reached for me but I wasn’t stopping. I’d been passive for too long, waiting and hoping that things would get better. It was time for me to fight, even if I didn’t know how. Yeah, there might be fallout, but the Harbinger had to protect me, right? Even if I interfered with his grisly show.
Scared didn’t cover how I felt just then. This is a death match, a gladiator fight, and you’ve never even played Mortal Kombat. You don’t know shit about knives or swords or whatever. You’re probably going to lose. Horribly.
But I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I stood by and watched.
When I climbed up on the stage, the Harbinger was a statue, lightning eyes flashing astonishment and displeasure. But he held still and waited for me to play my card. Maybe Dwyer was right, and I’d end up broken if I participated in their game. I only knew that I was sick and tired of being moved on the board.
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“Better?” he asked.
“A little. How long have we been here?”
“I’m not sure. But probably not as long as you think.”
“More of the Harbinger’s tricks?” I tugged at my clothes, only to notice that they’d shifted back at some point. So… was I wrong before? Am I wearing the same dress? The constant unreality might wreck my brain.“Mostly. I think.”
The Harbinger stopped his bizarre frolicking to clap his hands, and the sound rang out like thunder, much louder than anyone else could achieve with two palms. “We have one final diversion before the feast is ended. Shall I show you?”
Like before, the mob practically destroyed the ballroom with enthusiasm. By then, numbness had taken over; I could only exist in a state of abject terror for so long. Along with everyone else, I watched as two giant amorphous moth-beasts dragged someone up onto the dais. At first glance, I thought it was a girl but when the person rolled over, I realized it was a boy, probably fourteen or so, and small for his age. Definitely human, unless this was the best illusion ever. His terror was palpable, and it made the immortals nearby stir with avid anticipation.
“Delicious,” something with sharp teeth hissed.
The boy came up onto his knees, resting delicate hands on the floor before him in a posture of defeat so abject that I took a step forward. Bruises ringed his throat and his wrists, and what he had on could barely be called clothes; the shirt was torn in three places and the pants had frayed until they hit his knees, revealing filthy calves and feet that were sliced up as if he was routinely forced to walk across broken glass. On his right hand, two of the fingers were bent at unnatural angles, either broken now, or they had been, then they healed badly afterward.
“Kian…” I whispered. “I don’t like where this is going.”
“This one has a most impressive survival instinct,” the Harbinger said, indicating the cowering boy with a flourish. “He’s been my favorite pet for some time. But his luck might run out today. Shall we find out?”
The audience rumbled in agreement, and the room changed. I had no explanation for it, but suddenly it seemed as if we’d moved from the ballroom entirely. We were standing outside an arena now with a blood-stained pit below. Bones littered the floor of it, along with broken weapons. Snarls came from the sublevel, enough to chill my blood.
“Time for a bit of fun,” the Harbinger said.
Before I knew what I planned to do, I broke away from Kian. He reached for me but I wasn’t stopping. I’d been passive for too long, waiting and hoping that things would get better. It was time for me to fight, even if I didn’t know how. Yeah, there might be fallout, but the Harbinger had to protect me, right? Even if I interfered with his grisly show.
Scared didn’t cover how I felt just then. This is a death match, a gladiator fight, and you’ve never even played Mortal Kombat. You don’t know shit about knives or swords or whatever. You’re probably going to lose. Horribly.
But I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I stood by and watched.
When I climbed up on the stage, the Harbinger was a statue, lightning eyes flashing astonishment and displeasure. But he held still and waited for me to play my card. Maybe Dwyer was right, and I’d end up broken if I participated in their game. I only knew that I was sick and tired of being moved on the board.
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Ann Aguirre is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author and RITA winner with a degree in English Literature; before she began writing full time, she was a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and a savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her husband, children, and various pets. Ann likes books, emo music, action movies, and she writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens, published with Harlequin, Macmillan, and Penguin, among others.Author's Giveaway
