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There is a particular electricity when an ordinary woman steps into a room that was not built for her. No claws, no wings, no old magic in the blood. Just a quick mind, a steady pulse, and the knowledge that the rules were written by someone who expected her to fail. Mortal heroines survive by noticing things. They map the room, listen for the quiet truths under the loud ones, and turn limits into leverage. In supernatural romance, that is not a downgrade. It is a dare. Monsters and immortals often meet the world with force. Humans answer with inventions like trust, language, and timing. Soft power looks like a tactful apology at the exact right moment or a question that exposes a hidden hinge in the plot. When a love story unfolds across that difference, every choice feels sharper. Pain still hurts, time still passes, and promises have weight because a mortal cannot outlive the consequence. Human limits make the victory real. Why mortals raise the stakes A mortal heroine enters a court or a lair with no safety net. She cannot simply shapeshift or cast a shield when a conversation turns dangerous. This concentrates the drama around wit,…

Book Title: A THOUSAND LI: THE FIRST STEPCharacter Name: Long Wu Ying How would you describe your family or your childhood?Blessed, for the most part, if harsh. There were no major droughts, no wars that affected us in a major way and our teacher was blessed in his knowledge of the rigors of immortal cultivation. Training with my father before we worked the fields every morning and in the evening was hard, and I could – would – wish for more, but I am not blind to the privileges our family received because my father was a reliable guard against bandits and demonic beasts. What is your greatest talent?I often feel like a frog looking up the well, not understanding how wide the sky truly is. In my village, before we left, I would have said my martial talent. Outside of my father, I was the most gifted in martial matters. Then, I came to the Verdant Green Waters sect to study the path of cultivation to become an immortal being and realized, that compared to many here, my martial talent was nothing. If anything, I would say that I am willing to work hard, beyond most of the nobles…

Killers Killing Other Killers “We’re not normal people. We are monsters. But if we’re monsters, we’ll thrive in the dark. Together.” BUTCHER & BLACKBIRD, Brynne Weaver BUTCHER & BLACKBIRD, the first book in Brynne Weaver’s Ruinous Love Trilogy, was my introduction to romances featuring killers killing other killers. I am thrilled that this romance subgenre has exploded. Sloane and Rowan are killers – serial killers who kill very bad people. There is an instant chemistry, and they start as friends who appreciate each other’s murderous artistry and skill set. They meet every so often and compete for different baddies to kill. This book is sophisticated, charming, and scary. I love the shout homages to other fiction killers/films – like Norman Bates, Hannibal, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It’s like somebody said, “let’s take scenes from those films and weave a romance happening around them and have the couple interact with this psychos and do their own damage. Hooray! For me, the romance works because the author puts so much care into crafting the main characters. I definitely always keep an eye out for this author’s next book. After BUTCHER & BLACKBIRD, I stumbled across SINNERS RETREAT (what would end up being…

Travel Guide to the Tallest Trees in Northern California There are places in the world that make you feel small in the best possible way. For me, one of those places was Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park on California’s northern coast. After a long stretch of travel, winding through misty coastal roads and towering evergreens, I arrived at a forest that felt almost timeless. The air was cool and damp, the scent of earth and cedar drifting through the trees. Then I saw them. Redwoods. Not just tall trees – but giants. These ancient coast redwoods rise hundreds of feet into the sky, their trunks so wide it can take several people holding hands to circle one. Standing beneath them, I found myself instinctively looking up…and up…and up. A Rare and Protected Forest The towering trees at Jedediah Smith are part of one of the rarest ecosystems on Earth. Naturally growing coast redwoods exist only in a narrow strip along the Pacific coastline – from central California to southern Oregon. This park protects nearly 10,000 acres of old-growth forest, preserving some of the last primeval redwood groves remaining anywhere in the world. As I walked deeper along the trails, the…

Excerpt from SERVED HIM RIGHT by Lisa Unger: This is a mistake. One of many, if you want to know the truth. Still, I pull my car into the nearly empty parking lot and come to a stop, tires crunching on gravel. A blue neon sign that has seen better days flickers and buzzes over the roadside bar. Gina’s, the sign reads in aspirational cursive when all the letters light at the same time. A tilted martini glass glows green, until it goes dark and stays that way a while before stuttering to life again. The sun is sinking hot pink beyond the stand of pines that reach to the horizon line. Sunset is always beautiful, isn’t it? Even in the parking lot of a dump like this, the kind of place that’s always empty until it isn’t. Where truckers stop for the night, or maybe biker gangs gather for a rowdy afternoon. This evening, there’s only a smattering of other cars parked. And I wonder why he chose this place. Forty minutes from anywhere, anything. I should probably go, right? This is a bad idea. Instead, I kill the engine and look at his picture on my phone, then…

How would you describe your family or your childhood?My early childhood was almost idyllic. I grew up on Cane Ridge Plantation just south of Charleston, South Carolina. I had a horse, dogs, and the freedom to roam the old rice fields and swamps of the low-country. When I was ten, my mother passed away, so my dad and I moved to Charleston proper where he was a practicing attorney. What was your greatest talent?Even as a kid I loved solving mysteries. I grew up reading Nancy Drew and watching TV crime drama and was always trying to balance real clues versus red herrings so I could solve whatever baffling mystery came my way. What do you do for a living?A half dozen years ago, I quit my crazy 24/7 marketing job and opened the Indigo Tea Shop on Charleston’s famed Church Street. Along with Drayton Connelley, my tea sommelier, and Haley Parker, my baker, we serve tea, scones, and light lunches. Much to my delight we were instantly popular and have expanded to catering tea parties and hosting special event teas. Along the way Drayton has developed a line of proprietary tea blends and I’ve created a line of Church…

Hi! I’m Heather Cumiskey, author of THE SOONER I GO. I’m thrilled to be here and share my Fresh Fiction “Title Challenge” for a sneak peek inside my upcoming suspenseful new adult romance along with an excerpt from the book: Three accomplices out for revengeHidden pastEvil wins until it doesn’t Slow burn romanceOnly child syndromeOff-limits crushNever-ending secretsEnemies to loversRomantic suspense with a plot twist It ends with lies Good Samaritan complexOne night, three deaths THE SOONER I GO by Heather Cumiskey A Novel Perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover and Paige Toon, this suspenseful new adult romance follows an eighteen-year-old woman reeling from loss as she’s drawn into an unexpected attraction—one that might expose the secrets she’s tried to bury. Seven months after her boyfriend and parents die tragically on the same night, eighteen-year-old Brynn—once an aspiring singer, now desperate for any paying gig that will keep her from ending up on the streets—sets out to rebuild her shattered world. At her new ad agency job, she’s distracted by enigmatic twenty-year-old Micah. Their enemies-to-lovers attraction ignites as both struggle with secrets that could jeopardize far more than just their budding relationship. After things turn romantic with Brynn, Micah’s psychosis becomes harder to…

Hi all! My name is Lena Gregory, and I’m excited to share a little bit about A SCOOP OF DECEIT the eighth story in my Coffee & Cream Café Mystery series with you. A is for Again. Dani and her friends once again find themselves embroiled in a murder investigation. S is for Spring. Spring has finally sprung on the east end of Long Island and brought with it sunny skies, a hint of warmth, and murder. C is for Chin Wagging. The Watchogue rumor mill is working overtime after Sebastian Krane is found stabbed in the back. O is for Outrage! Dani and her friends are outraged when a man backs into Mrs. Delaney’s car and then files a lawsuit against her. O is for Other. Someone other than Dani’s mom had it out for Sebastian Krane, and Dani plans to prove it. P is for Pushing. Will Dani be in danger of pushing up daisies herself before she can find the killer? O is for Oh, my! And the surprise that comes at Sunday dinner, along with a startling revelation for Dani. F is for Fat Chance. Dani’s polite response to insistence that she back off her own…

PROLOGUE 4 March 2013 Ealing, London He can breathe today. Every exhale and inhale no longer felt as though barbed wire was being dragged across his lungs, but it’s still painful to open his swollen eyes. He tries to focus but all he can see is shadows. He can’t see her, but he can smell her. He gazes at the shadow which he knows is his wife, Deborah. Family and friends no longer pop in for a chat and a drink or to sit idly in the garden on the long summer nights but instead visit him as a patient. They talk in hushed, pained and pitiful whispers; unsure how to sit in a room that is no longer used for living but for end-of-life care. The leather creaks as Deborah rises from the armchair. ‘He looks like he’s turned a corner,’ Deborah whispers and gently places a hand on his leg. ‘The doctor came by this morning and was really pleased.’ ‘We often find patients make a vast improvement when they’re being cared for at home. Less stress, familiar smells.’ He feels gloved fingers rest on the dry and flaccid skin on his right arm and he smiles. He…