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LGBTQ+, BDSM, Paranormal Romance

Date Published: May 16, 2025

 

 

Welcome to The Dark Side, where the line between love and lust blurs with
dangerous passions.

The Dark One by Angela Knight

Matia of Ruza is one of the legendary Battlemaids — a woman warrior who
has taken an oath of celibacy in service of the Maid of Light. Kaska intends
to make Matia the centerpiece in a sizzling erotic ritual in honor of his
god.

Chain of Thorns by Will Okati

Riven finds himself trapped and enslaved by a powerfully seductive alien.
Where is the line between fantasy and reality — slavery and love?

BloodWolf by Sierra Dafoe

Centuries ago an ancient evil turned Baudouin Delacor into a beast for
which there had never before been a name — the BloodWolf. Delacor has only
one hope left: that by destroying the succubus, he can free himself of its
curse.

 

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Excerpt from The Dark One (Angela Knight)

 

Kaska of Artane slowed his stallion to an easy amble. Prince Britar’s
fortress lay a full day away, and he’d ridden poor Warbringer hard this past
month. He knew the Prince awaited the intelligence he’d gathered as a spy in
neighboring Trovan but laming his horse would serve no purpose.

Particularly with war on the horizon.

Besides, the last time Kaska had come this way, he’d had to battle the
local brigands. Two fell to his blade before the rest fled, but that left
five. And they might be in the mood for revenge. I don’t care to ride
headlong into an ambush.

“Whoreson bastards!” A woman’s roar of fury brought Kaska’s head
up. He drew Warbringer to a prancing halt.

Swords clashed, interspaced with male taunts and laughter. The laughter had
a distinctly ugly note. The woman swore again, an edge of grim desperation
in her voice.

The thieves had found a new victim.

Kaska set his heels to Warbringer’s flanks and thundered up the road toward
the sound. Rounding the bend, he saw five men fighting a lone female
traveler they’d managed to unhorse. He recognized the dented, rusted armor
and unshaven faces; it was indeed the same band of thieves.

But their victim was no common woman. Her armor and sword marked her as a
follower of the Maid of Light — a female warrior. She was tall for a woman,
with a lithe, muscular build and pretty breasts barely contained by her
intricately embossed breastplate. Long black hair swirled around her face as
she spun and hacked at her tormentors with a slim sword designed for a
woman’s hand.

One of the brigands already lay dead at her feet, but four others remained,
odds too great even for one of the legendary Battlemaids.

A grin of sheer, savage joy spread across Kaska’s face. With a howl, he
drew the blade sheathed across his back and kicked Warbringer into a
thundering charge.

The nearest of the brigands whirled too late. Kaska took his head with a
single stroke.

Another of the men jumped at him, hacking for his thigh with an axe, but
Kaska spun Warbringer aside and thrust his blade into the thief’s chest. The
man tumbled off the lethal point, gurgling out his life.

Meanwhile, the third brigand fell to the Battlemaid’s sword. His head
tumbled from his shoulders.

The fourth man looked from Kaska to the thieves’ would-be victim,
calculated the odds, and took to his heels.

Kaska snatched a dagger from his thigh sheath and hurled it at the coward
with an expert flip of his wrist. The man went down, the blade buried to the
hilt between his shoulder blades.

Scarcely breathing hard, Kaska turned to the maid. “Are you
well?”

“Well enough.” She studied him, her dark eyes level. There was a
sharp and elegant beauty to her face, with its broad, high cheekbones and
square little chin. Her lush mouth could inspire a monk to carnal
fantasies.

“My thanks, warrior,” she said at last in a low, husky voice,
pushing the long black hair out of her face. “There were too many of
them for me to best alone.” She considered him, appraising the width of
his chest and the strength of his sword arm. Female appreciation lit her
gaze, mixed with a warrior’s caution.

She had reason for that caution, for he meant to challenge her himself. He
worshiped the Dark One, and his god relished nothing as much as the moans of
a defeated Battlemaid.

Imagining the tight grip of her virgin ass, Kaska felt his cock swell
behind his loincloth.

Give her time to rest, and then…

Of course, the maid might well kill him instead, but looking at her long
legs and full, sweet breasts, Kaska thought it a chance well worth
taking.

But as he opened his mouth to warn her of his intent, all color left the
Battlemaid’s face. Her eyes rolled up. Kaska threw himself from Warbringer’s
back as she collapsed in a heap.

Two long strides carried him to the maid’s side. Dropping to one knee on
the dusty road, Kaska began an anxious examination. He found no wounds on
the front of her body, so he rolled her onto her back.

The maid groaned and lifted her head. “Wha –?”

“Seems one of your cur attackers landed a blow after all,” he
told her grimly. “There’s a stab wound in your back just under your
backplate, over your left hip.”

“Aye,” she said, letting her head fall. “One of them had a
dagger.”

“‘Tis not deep, but it bleeds still,” Kaska said. “I can
treat it, if you permit.”

“Aye,” the maid said, breathing now in shallow pants. “My
thanks.”

Kaska nodded and rose to retrieve his pack of battlefield medicines from
Warbringer. Well, he thought as he walked to his horse, I won’t be
challenging her any time soon. Not with that wound.

Later, perhaps. When he’d examined her, he’d noticed she had a truly
delicious ass.

He wanted it.

 

About the Authors

 

Angela Knight:

New York Times best-selling author Angela Knight has written and published
more than sixty novels, novellas, and ebooks, including the Mageverse and
Merlin’s Legacy series. With a career spanning more than two decades,
Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine has awarded her their Career Achievement
award in Paranormal Romance, as well as two Reviewers’ Choice awards
for Best Erotic Romance and Best Werewolf Romance.

Sierra Dafoe:

An award-winning author who received three CAPA nominations in her first
year of publishing, Sierra Dafoe has gone on to receive numerous awards and
recommended reads for her work. Check her website for free stories, a link
to her readers’ group, sneak peeks, and all her latest news. Sign up for her
newsletter to be entered in her monthly contest, and reach out through the
“contact” page — she loves hearing from her readers!

Will Okati:

Will Okati (formerly known as Willa) has lived through a few Interesting
Times, but come out the other side a little grayer, a little wiser, and
ready to get writing. Still as passionate about coffee, cats, and crafts as
ever, but knowing that to your own self you must be true. Also still one of
the quiet ones to watch out for, but life — like storytelling — is always
a work in progress.

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(Kiss of Death MC 3)

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: May 16, 2025

 

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May God have mercy on Carrie’s enemies, because I have none.

Carrie — When I stumble out of the fog into a motorcycle club compound,
the guys seem more freaked out over my name (something about an old movie?)
than the fact that I’m covered in blood and asking for a jug of
sulfuric acid. Not my best moment. Then Hawk steps in. His smile and the
careful way he takes care of me steal my heart. I’m asking for
heartache, but my whole life has been nothing but pain and disappointment.
Just this once, I want to take control, take what I want. And I want Hawk.
No matter what happens when my family finds me.

Hawk — I knew Carrie was trouble the second I laid eyes on her. Of course,
she was covered in blood, so, easy call. What I didn’t count on is how
completely and quickly I fell under her spell. I might not be ready to admit
it, but my brothers know and plan accordingly. Carrie is mine. Even though
she’s proven she can take care of herself, whatever trouble she has
coming for her will have to go through me.

Warning: Graphic violence and adult content which may be triggers for some
readers. As always, there is a happily ever after with no cheating.

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The family reunion continued. Unfortunately, the women weren’t here.
“Unfortunately” because I really wanted to see some fireworks
tonight. Probably just as well because that feeling I had before was
becoming an itch between my shoulder blades I couldn’t ignore.

I stood, acknowledging my brothers as I passed them on the way to the door.
I stepped outside and took a deep breath. It was barely summer and already
the air was humid and thick with moisture. I welcomed it, though. Inside our
little corner of the city we’d created a haven of sorts. One whole
city block in the center we turned into a small forest. In the center of
that, was a park of sorts where we had a couple of vegetable gardens and
several flowerbeds. Wasn’t a very “biker” thing to do, but
it was peaceful. At one time or another, after getting out of prison, we all
needed the relative quiet and solitude.

“What’s goin’ on, Hawk?” I looked over my shoulder
to find Chains. He’d been my cellie for a while, and after I’d
gotten out, he found me and brought me to Kiss of Death. We’d helped
clean out the trash in the club when they’d picked a fight with the
wrong club.

“Don’t know. Somethin’.”

Chains nodded as he stepped beside me. He leaned against the rail in front
of the main clubhouse. Crumbled concrete, gravel, and dirt lined the paths
that made up the “roads” in our territory. It looked exactly
like what it was. A prison of our own making. Only this one was to keep the
rest of the world away from us instead of the other way around.

“You got that feelin’ again?” Chains lit a cigarette, the
flare of his lighter briefly illuminating the hard planes of his face.
He’d been with me long enough to recognize when my instincts kicked
in.

I nodded, scanning the perimeter of our compound. “Yeah. Like
somethin’s comin’ our way.”

“Something or someone?”

“Fuck if I know.” I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to shake
the sensation. My instincts had saved my ass more times than I could count,
both on the inside and out. When they started screaming like this, shit was
about to go down.

We stood in silence for a few minutes, Chains smoking and me just watching
the night. Our guard posts on top of each building were manned. Security
lights flooding lights flooding the area close to our fencing provided a
little extra protection for the buildings around us. If nothing else, the
extra lighting made it easier for their own security cameras to get good
imaging of whomever was trying to rip them off.

The sound of laughter and music drifting from the clubhouse behind us
usually filled me with contentment. Tonight, it was an irritation. I needed
to hear the night around me, to get an idea what was about to hit us.

I ducked under the railing and walked down the gravel path, not sure where
I was going but needing to get away from the noise and light. Though the
area around our compound was well lit, the interior was dark except for
inside the various buildings. The paths between buildings and everything
other than the center garden were covered in camo netting. We were as
protected as we could be here. So why were my instincts screaming at me? The
feeling got worse with each passing moment.

“Hawk?” Chains fell into step beside me, his gaze sweeping the
area above the fence line. “You see somethin’?”

I didn’t answer. Wasn’t sure I could because with every second
ticking by, my anxiety increased. It wasn’t late, but the high
humidity and milder temperatures made the fog coming off the Cumberland
River roll in thick as pea soup. Every breath in was heavy and wet, the
water vapor tickling my nose. The security lights reflected back, making
visibility very far outside our walls nearly impossible.

The moment I saw the small figure emerge from the thick mist, it felt like
all the hair stood up on my body. It was definitely a woman, but there was
something off about her. I took a step forward. Then another. I was stopped
when Chains grabbed my arm.

“Easy, brother. That’s creepy as fuck and I don’t
fuckin’ know…” He trailed off. Which is when I got my
first good look at the woman, courtesy of the flood lights as she came
closer. No mistaking she was heading straight for us with a purposeful
stride. “Why’s she covered in mud?”

“Don’t think that’s mud, Hawk.” Chains puffed his
chest out and called out to the would-be intruder. “Stop there, little
miss. Private property and all that.”

She stopped directly in one spotlight so there was no mistaking her
appearance and physical state. “That your blood?” Private
property or not, need for secrecy and privacy or not, I absolutely would not
deny a woman help who’d lost that much blood.

“What?” She had a confused look on her face, then looked down
at herself. “Oh! That. Nah, not my blood. I’m good.” She
gave me a bright smile and a big thumbs up. “But I’m kind of in
a bit of a bind?” She actually looked like she was genuinely sorry to
take up our time. Like she wasn’t covered in blood looking like
something out of a horror movie.

I glanced over at Chains. His fists were clenched at his side, his eyes
wide. Guy was superstitious as fuck, but I’d never seen him like this.
Looking back to the woman, I started to answer when a light flashed over her
blood-splattered face and I had to fight off a shudder. Never show weakness.
It was a mantra that had served me well. Yet, here I was about to piss
myself because of one tiny woman with a little blood on her. OK, so a lot of
blood, but how did I know it was even blood? Might be fake blood. Might be
animal blood, which was disturbing in itself. Maybe it was mud after all,
and the lighting and mist were distorting the colors.

“Yeah, small bind.” She winced and held her thumb and finger an
inch apart. “Very small. Almost nonexistent, except it’s
not.” Her expression fell slightly. “Um, anyway. I gave the guys
every chance to walk away. I swear.” Her eyes were almost comically
wide. Like she was a kid trying to talk her parents out of a punishment for
something she’d done.

“Gave who a chance to walk away?” The question tumbled from my
lips without my consent. I didn’t need to know. Didn’t want to
know. The less I knew the better. Ex-con and all. I saw Chains out of the
corner of my eye. He gave me a sharp look, but didn’t say anything,
either unwilling to show division or to stop the carnage he knew would
follow. Yeah. We were sick bastards like that.

“Oh, the guys I stabbed.” She gave a slight, nervous laugh.
“I wouldn’t have hurt either of them if one of them hadn’t
pulled the knife after I broke the other guy’s leg. And I
wouldn’t have broken his leg if he hadn’t tried to hit
me.”

“Tried to hit you.” Could I sound any more stupid?

“Yeah. They were trying to rob me and I took exception.”

 

About the Author

Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated
housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes
pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited,
vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a
blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her
writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning
delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying
conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.

Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband
with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for
preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts
(which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with
Marteeka’s latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her
website. Don’t forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you
with a potpourri of Teeka’s beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph
events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.

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Guidance in How to BE rather than how to DO

Self-change, Self-empowerment, New Thinking, Communications Skills,
Change Management, Conscious Living

Date Published: 5/15/2025

Publisher: Serapis Bey, Arizona, USA

 

 

In this age of ‘busy-ness’, stress, anxiety and the constant
feeling of having to do, this book will help you to remember that we are
human BEings and not human DOings.

You will find perspective, and guidance to be, and all the ways that being
can enrich your life and bring calm and peace. This book will help you to
quieten your mind and live according to your most important ways of being.
It is full of personal anecdotes and real-life experiences to give you
practical help to be. There are uplifting affirmations and life lessons to
support you as you find your way to being and no longer feel compelled to be
doing. You can find your raison d’etre through the guidance contained in
every chapter.

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Chapter 1: Being Confident


“I Have Confidence”

 

 Sung by Julie Andrews

 

We all have those moments of self-doubt, and thoughts of not being worthy or of value. That we are going through our daily activities as an imposter not truly knowing what we are doing or how we are achieving what we are. Not having the belief in ourselves to speak up and express how we truly feel. Moments of lack of courage in our convictions because we are uncertain of ourselves.

 

I can recall very vividly when I began my career as a lawyer many years ago in England, my self-doubts and total lack of confidence. I was fresh out of Law School and commenced my training with a law firm which I joined because it was created by the person I was articled to. I was truly thrown in at the deep end, having to work with clients in every aspect of the law. I had no trust in my ability, nor that I could be of any use and help to my clients.

 

This lack of self-belief, and that I was not up to the task or job, is nothing unusual. A survey by KPMG in 2020, Advancing the Future of Women in Business, for example, found that 75 per cent of 750 high-performing executive women who were one step away from being executive-level managers within a company, reported having personally experienced imposter syndrome at some point in their career.

 

This lack of confidence is not only associated with work. Think of all the times that you have wanted to ask someone out on a date or ask for a discount on a product that you so want to buy but cannot afford at exactly the price it is being sold for. Or when the food in the restaurant is not cooked the way you wanted it, but you do not have the courage to tell the waiter to take it back to the chef to cook the meat a little more.

 

On all of those occasions you do not believe in yourself to be able to speak up, and face possible rejection. You do not feel that you are good enough. You worry about what people think of you, and because you are concerned that they do not understand how you are feeling with no idea of what you are doing, you cannot ask for help.

 

Let’s go back to young Alicia, anxious, afraid, and feeling totally out of her depth as a fresh new lawyer. Without confidence and insecure. What could she do? She had to build on the experience of success. She should have considered what she had achieved – written down the successful client outcomes – and reflected on them rather than the mistakes. Even, viewed the mistakes as a successful way of learning and growing. Instead of being afraid of facing the client and feeling that she had to know everything, and be everything, she had to realise that she could say; “I will get back to you on that.” Giving her time to learn and develop her knowledge. Realising that sometimes we do not have the answers immediately. Knowing that when someone throws a ball at you, you do not have to catch it there and then. You can let it drop and pick it up when you feel able to do so.

 

Okay, so that building of confidence applied to my work situation. But you can apply the sentiment in all aspects of your lack of confidence.

 

YOU are unique. Even if you are an identical twin, you are still different, and YOU are special.

 

Much of my coaching and teaching is about my students feeling confident and raising their self-esteem so they can speak in public. To be able to talk in a meeting, give a presentation, handle an interview, or tell their story. Senior executives, world leaders, young people, older people, all share the same lack of confidence when it comes to talking to groups, or even one person when they have to share themselves in some way. I give them the tools and techniques to overcome their fears and to make them effective when they speak.

 

I think about students from many years ago contacting me now and through the years telling me how their lives were changed because of my training and teaching. Why? Because it was about them knowing and putting into action the realisation that whenever you speak or communicate, you are always in control of your communication. I never know what you are going to say, so I never know if you have made a mistake, unless you highlight it by apologising or fumbling.

 

Being confident is realising that you are in control of your narrative and your story. It is exactly that – yours. As soon as you believe in the gift of you, and share that with your audience, and the world, you can truly express yourself with power.

 

Indeed, your superpower is YOU! Every time you speak, or write, you are expressing your story, your take on events, your opinion and your beliefs. And I have the opportunity to learn from you, to get to know you and to grow with you. In those moments when you do not believe in yourself, I want to step into your power – the power of YOU. 

 

Step into your light and shine brightly to act as a beacon of light for me, and everyone, to bask in.

 

Step into being fabulous YOU, and share that with me, and everyone.

 

In my first book, Communicating Through Change, I ended each chapter with an Affirmation to help my readers literally affirm the guidance that I had given. The recommendation was to say these out loud to yourself every day. The response to this was very positive because it truly helped each person to help themselves with the knowledge shared.

 

So, here I go again to help YOU, dear member of Team Alicia.

 

Let’s go back to the wonderful song title referenced at the start of this chapter, which contains a line that reminds you, to trust in yourself.

 

Being Confident Affirmations

 

I trust myself.

I believe in me.

I am in control and in command.

I am confident.

I am being confident.

  

About the Author

Alicia Sedgwick
Alicia Sedgwick is an English professional corporate trainer, communication
coach, international bestselling author, speaker and Master of Ceremonies
based in the Principality of Monaco, with an extensive background in the
entertainment and events industry.

She has been featured in international webinars, podcasts, blogs and
e-zines from India to Australia, and from the US to Vietnam. Her
communication and confidence-building training clients, include corporate
CEOs, non-profit associations, foundations and educational institutions. Her
private training initiatives range from providing communication skills to
international refugees from war zones and countries in conflict, to coaching
seasoned executives in confrontational situations before key shareholder
groups.

Her first book Communicating Through Change (2021) has been described as
‘life-changing’ and shows readers how to communicate through
major changes in their lives. It is packed with real-life stories, practical
exercises, insightful tips and uplifting affirmations. Addressing relevant
challenges, which everyone meets at one time in their life, this book gives
hope, resilience and clarity about how to move forward.

Alicia is known globally as The Communication Coach and Expert and leads
Team Alicia to help people to cope with and share their experiences of
change, as well as to learn how to express themselves with confidence and
power. Alicia has been through many unexpected and traumatic changes in her
life, which she shares in her first book in intimate detail, to help people
know that they are not alone and there are ways to embrace change and
thrive.

She delivers training about soft skills development and communication
skills for numerous private companies and non-profits. She has created
public speaking and communication curriculum for the International
University of Monaco and also teaches undergraduate and Masters level
students. She designs and executes public speaking training courses for the
International School of Monaco, and she oversees their annual TEDx Youth
Event.

Alicia has moderated international press conferences at the Olympics,
hosted three TEDx conferences, and managed red carpets for the Laureus World
Sports Awards. She has managed Talent Relations for the BBC Chelsea Flower
Show in London, and in the “Green Room” of the World Music
Awards.

A London city-trained lawyer, Alicia has worked as a professional mediator,
specialised in conflict management. She was also co-founder and managing
director of Absolutely Monte Carlo, an Event Management company, and Monte
Carlo Media Inc. A professional blues singer and stage performer for more
than 25 years, Alicia has hosted her own Internet TV Show and international
Radio Show. She has a very high level of energy and is caring, motivating
and inspiring.

 

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In the Island of Angels Series, Book 2

(Can be read as a standalone)

Historical Fiction

Date Published: 10-28-2024

Publisher: The Book Guild

 

 

 

1580.

Nelan Michaels is a young Flemish, Protestant immigrant who seeks to right
the wrongs committed against his family by Catholic Spain, the most powerful
nation of the time.

On the way to delivering a message to Francis Walsingham, Queen
Elizabeth’s spymaster, Nelan finds a plough head buried in the ground.
It sparks a premonition that shapes his future.

Nelan sets out to find Eleanor, his long lost love. During his search, he
meets a Gypsy shaman who prophesies that he’s to become a Fyremaster
and play a leading role in the unfolding destiny of the Island of
Angels.

In 1588, Nelan meets his destiny on the night of the Harvest Moon off
Calais in France. It was midnight when it happened. His mysterious
intervention changed the course of the sea battle between the English fleet
and the Spanish Armada, and changed England’s destiny.

It was a midnight of eights.

The Midnight of Eights is the final book in The Island of Angels series: a
two-book saga that tells the epic story and secret history of England’s
coming of age during the Elizabethan era.

 

In Book 1, The Mark of the Salamander, Nelan is pressed onto the Golden
Hind. During the circumnavigation, he embarks on a voyage of discovery of
himself, and learns the arcane arts of the salamander, the mysterious spirit
of fire.

 

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The Midnight of Eights

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Chapter Thirty Five: Belled and Jessed 

21st August 1588

 

… That day, a messenger delivered a request from Walsingham summoning Nelan to the fox’s den. As he mounted his steed, the flies, gnats, and mosquitoes flitted around, intoxicated by the day’s golden hues. 

On his way to Barn Elms, Nelan pondered how the fleet had achieved the great repulse of the Armada. Curious it was that the two fleets only fully locked horns in French waters, at Calais and Gravelines. It was as if some invisible force separated them one from the other, which only dissolved once both fleets had departed English waters. 

Today, the 21st of August, formed the cusp between the astrological influence of Leo and Virgo, the Queen’s birth sign. He kept wondering about the sign of Leo. Then he got it. It was obvious. He walked around it. The ox-bow was the same shape as the symbol for Leo, a sort of upside-down ‘U’ with curls at either end… The shape that a bird flying high over that part of the river would see. 

The English fleet had shadowed the Armada from the 29th of July to the 12th of August. This fifteen-day period fell exactly in the middle of the astrological month of Leo, and so filled the hearts of the English mariners with the courage of the king of the beasts.

What of the midnight of eights?

 

About the Author

JUSTIN NEWLAND

JUSTIN NEWLAND’s novels represent an innovative blend of genres from
historical adventure to supernatural thriller and magical realism.

Undeterred by the award of a Maths Doctorate, he conceived his debut novel,
The Genes of Isis (ISBN 9781789014860, Matador, 2018), an epic fantasy set
under Ancient Egyptian skies.

His second book, The Old Dragon’s Head (ISBN 9781789015829, Matador,
2018), and is set in Ming Dynasty China in the shadows of the Great
Wall.

Set during the Great Enlightenment, The Coronation (ISBN 9781838591885,
Matador, 2019) speculates on the genesis of the most important event in the
modern world – the Industrial Revolution.

The Abdication (ISBN 9781800463950, Matador, 2021) is a mystery thriller in
which a young woman confronts her faith in a higher purpose and what it
means to abdicate that faith.

The Mark of the Salamander (ISBN 9781915853271, Book Guild, 2023), is the
first in a two-book series, The Island of Angels. Set in the Elizabethan
era, it tells the epic tale of England’s coming of age.

The latest is The Midnight of Eights (ISBN 9781835740 330, Book Guild,
2024), the second in The Island of Angels series, which charts the uncanny
coincidences of time and tide that culminated in the repulse of the Spanish
Armada.

His work in progress is The Spirit of the Times which explores the
traumatic events of the 14th Century on the Silk Road and featuring an
unlikely cast of Genghis Khan, the Black Plague, all shrouded in the mystery
of a nursery rhyme that begins ‘Ring a-ring a-roses’.

Author, speaker and broadcaster, Justin gives talks to historical
associations and libraries, appears on LitFest panels, and enjoys giving
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US Historical Fiction/Civil War

Date Published: 05-13-2025

Publisher: Bariso Press

 

 

The soldiers did the fighting; the generals, the Infighting

In the waning months of the American Civil War, a delusional Confederate
commander makes a desperate attempt to change the course of the
South’s dwindling hopes by invading middle Tennessee. The tragic
result of Lt. Gen. John Bell Hood’s misplaced hubris devastates his
Army of Tennessee and alters the lives of the citizens of Franklin,
Tennessee.

In a historical novel reminiscent of The Killer Angels, Too Much the Lion
follows a handful of Confederate generals, infantrymen and local residents
through the five days leading up to the horrific Battle of Franklin on
November 30, 1864. The lives of soldiers ranging from Major General Patrick
Cleburne to Brigadier General Hiram Granbury and from Sergeant Major Sumner
Cunningham to Corporal Sam Watkins will be forever changed by Hood’s
decisions and mistakes.

Franklin civilians like apprehensive and loving mother Mary Alice McPhail
and teen Hardin Figuers, desperate to serve the Confederacy but too young to
enlist, are ensnared in the events that will bring death and devastation to
their very doorsteps. Devout Confederate Chaplain Charles T. Quintard must
reconcile his religious beliefs with his support of slavery. Slaves like the
elder Wiley Howard and the inquisitive young Henry B. Free are trapped on
the fault line between what has been and what could be.

Too Much the Lion offers an unvarnished account of the dying days of the
Confederacy in a powerful and moving narrative of honor and betrayal,
bravery and cowardice, death and survival. Told with poignancy and honesty
by an accomplished novelist, Too Much the Lion achieves for the Battle of
Franklin what The Killer Angels did for the Battle of Gettysburg, providing
a classic fictional account of one of the Civil War’s pivotal
encounters.

 

About the Author

Preston Lewis is the award-winning author of more than 50 western,
historical, juvenile, and nonfiction works.  In 2021 he was inducted
into the Texas Institute of Letters for his literary achievements.

Western Writers of America (WWA) has honored Lewis with two Spur Awards,
one for best article and the second for best western novel.  He has
received ten Will Rogers Medallion Awards (six gold, two silver and two
bronze) for written western humor, short stories, short nonfiction, and
traditional Western novel.

Lewis is a past president of WWA and the West Texas Historical Association,
which named him a fellow in 2016.  He holds a bachelor’s degree
from Baylor University and a master’s degree from Ohio State
University, both in journalism.  Additionally, he has a second
master’s degree in history from Angelo State University.  He
lives in San Angelo, Texas, with wife Harriet Kocher Lewis.

 

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