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Demon Storm, Book Eight

Young Adult Fantasy

Date Published: 05-13-2025

Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing

 

 

The shadows have retreated with Raven’s downfall, but darkness still curls
at the edges of the world. For a moment, though, Kari and Ari have a moment
of peace. There is a glimmer of light that threatens to wash away the
darkness as they finally bind their fates together in a formal
ceremony.

But Raven hasn’t given up, and there’s an older, crueler foe who hasn’t
forgotten Kari – the Lord of Demons, the very one who crafted the Catalyst
which Raven sought to control, still trapped in an ancient Tree.

Kari’s moment of joy comes to a halt as the world shakes and Taris is
ripped apart.

Velthas has risen.

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Valerie Storm

Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love
with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was
writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape
reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the
path to sharing with other children & children-at/heart looking for a
place to call home.

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Contemporary Fiction

Date Published: April 1, 2025

 

 

In a time when too much emphasis is on our past sins, instead of our many
celebrated successes, The Pot of Gold at the Rainbow Café is a breath
of fresh air. It’s a story that looks at what’s right with America,
its big heart, and its kind and generous people. It is an inspiring,
touching, humorous story about main-street America, still the land of
opportunity and exceptionalism, where fairy-tale endings are still common.
It’s a place where neighbors look out for each other, help each other,
then pay it forward, pass their good fortune along. Just look around you. It
still happens every day.

 

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Dan Chabot

Dan Chabot is a retired newspaper editor and columnist for a major metro
daily, the Milwaukee Journal (now the Journal-Sentinel). For many years he
presided over the paper’s most popular section, the Green Sheet, a
daily compendium of entertaining feature stories, nostalgia, history, humor
and whimsy. He is the author of several other novels and now lives in
Florida.

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LGBTQ, Dark Fantasy, Steamy

Date Published: April 18, 2025

 

 

As their need for each other grows, so does the danger.

Kailee and Tom are falling for each other, but their secrets continue to
come between them. Kailee’s afraid to show her physical scars, while
Tom dreads his lover will discover the power those he still calls Master and
Mistress hold over him.

Dragon and werewolf must join together in every way to defeat those who
would dominate Tom and kill Kailee.

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EXCERPT

 

Kailee had been lying next to Tom for close to twenty minutes. Her new
dragon lover was fast asleep, and she knew she should be resting too.
Instead, she was filled with joy and an incautious sense of promise that she
hadn’t felt in years.

Tom rolled over, draping his arm over her waist. Kailee wriggled a little
as the urge to pee made itself known. A deeper craving drew at her
also.

“Are you okay?” Tom mumbled. Then he stiffened.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He pulled his
arm off her.

She turned over, snuggling in close. “I like it when you touch me. I
just… I need to get up and use the bathroom.” It was true, but
her ulterior motive was to take so long that he fell back to sleep, and she
could go outside.

“I’ll wait up for you,” he said, slurring his words a
little.

Kailee kissed his temple. “Go to sleep. I’ll be back in a
moment.”

His eyes were already closed. As she watched, he lost the tension in his
limbs and the worry lines on his face smoothed out. He began to snore.

She waited another five minutes, to make sure he was well and truly under.
He’d had a sucky, hard life and she thought he hadn’t probably
slept well for large parts of it. Knowing he was safe here, that she would
protect him, made her smile.

She got up, padding to the bathroom after putting on the clothes
she’d worn before they made love. Once in the bathroom, she unzipped
her jeans. As much as she felt one hundred percent female most of the time,
she still enjoyed the simple pleasure of peeing while standing up.

When she was finished, she flushed, zipped up, and washed her hands. Then,
moving silently, not wanting to wake anyone up because this pack already
knew everyone else’s business as it was, she went to the mudroom, put
on her boots, and made her way out of the back door into the gloriously dark
night. It was a waxing crescent moon tonight, about four days from the first
quarter, and with so little light coming from that celestial orb, the
darkness was close as a passionate lover, full of kindness. Like Tom.

She wrapped her arms around her chest, which was flat without the boobs she
usually wore. That felt a little awkward but for this one moment, she was
able to dismiss the feeling. She’d needed to embrace herself for pure
joy’s sake. She’d been so very alone for damn near half her
life, relying on gentleness and understanding from those who were either
hired professionals or simply much older than she was and thus not quite as
in touch with their wolflinghood as she could have wished. Maybe it was
foolish to assume someone closer to her own age would have “gotten
it,” her experiences and suffering. Still, because Tom understood, and
only after so short a time, she thought the idea had slight merit.

Wanting to make some sort of noise to express herself, she began to sing.
It was a simple song in Werewelsh, her first language. She’d grown up
surrounded by the language developed by werewolves for their own kind, and
although other people spoke it now, it remained mostly shared among the ones
who had to change at the full moon. Werewolves largely did, though, and she
was, first and foremost, a wolf.

She translated in her head as she sang, loving the poetry even though it
didn’t rhyme in English.

Moon of darkness, moon of light,

Moon of power and strength.

Moon of my heart, full and wise,

Be with me tonight.

Probably, she thought as her joy crested but didn’t recede, I’m
being foolish. He hasn’t even said he loves me.

That was true but what made her heart sing was a simple truth, not
complicated by whether Tom wanted to be her mate or not. “In all
honesty,” she whispered to the night that seemed to be listening,
“I never thought anyone could see past my scars and love me
anyway.”

All right, so he hadn’t actually seen her physical scars, her dead
name carved into her chest with a silver knife and made to stay because of
silver powder. She hadn’t been quite that brave. Still, Tom knew she
had a reputation, that she’d killed, and he hadn’t pulled away.
Wasn’t that worthy of ecstasy?

She closed her eyes and resumed her singing. Now she sang a song of how the
sky so loved the moon that he bid her to cross from one edge to the other so
he might admire her beauty. The moon’s response Kailee sang too,
reveling in the way the moon demanded something in return: to see the stars
scattered before her like diamonds.

Once again, her joy crested until it filled her chest. She broke out in a
light sweat. That was when she became aware that the exhilaration she felt
wasn’t hers alone.

Wary because she’d been influenced by outsider forces before,
although less directly or psychically, she mounted her defenses and scanned
the area with her telepathy, seeking the source of the external, pushy
force.

At first, she felt nothing and no one. Widening her circle of ability, she
fumbled in the darkness of the in-between that existed in the psychic world.
Reaching, reaching, she felt a half-familiar mind.

About the Author

Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a
host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,”
Emily has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a
passionate quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central
or on her website.

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(Kiss of Death MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: April 18, 2025

 

 

Hannah’s stubborn, abrasive, and vicious. She’s also mine.

Hannah: My life as I knew it ended the night my boyfriend tried to rape me.
I killed the swine, and I’m not sorry. After that night, it became my
mission to rid the world of as many predators as I could. If that meant I
got slapped around a little, I’d sacrifice for the cause. What I
didn’t count on was my brother’s best friend coming to my
rescue. That dangerous vibe he’s giving off is making me feel things I
never expected. Knuckles fought for me. Protected me. Now he’s using
words like “claim” and “old lady,” but I’m not
sure I want to be anyone’s property. Not unless it means he’s my
property too.

Knuckles: I came to Afternoon Delytes to get the information I needed to
destroy a woman who’d betrayed me. I never expected to see my best
friend’s sister take a backhand to the face. She has the biggest heart
of anyone I’ve ever met. She’s also vicious. And mine.

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EXCERPT

Knuckles

“You tell that bitch I’m comin’ for her. She has a week
at most to make her peace.” I’d never meant a statement more in
my fucking life.

“I’m just puttin’ you in touch with her, Knuckles.
Ain’t your errand boy. You want to negotiate, you go through her
people.”

“Nothin’ to negotiate. When you confirm your job’s done,
you tell her the only thing I want from her is her fuckin’ head on a
pike.”

“You’re not gettin’ your daughter back until you talk
with her, man. She made that very clear.”

“Too bad for her I already have my daughter.”

Finally, I got a reaction out of Wild Bill. Only a raised eyebrow but way
more than the man normally showed. He wasn’t a man I trusted exactly,
but he held to a code and I respected that. “OK… That’s
news.”

“Is it.” I didn’t phrase my words as a question.

“How long have you had her?”

“Since before they managed to sell Pippa,” I snapped. “I
know Beth wants my supplier, and I know she worked for several months to
undercut me, so I was prepared for somethin’. It never occurred to me
she’d sell her own daughter for a drug deal, but it should have. I
knew years ago there was somethin’ not right with Beth. Even before
she brought Pippa to see me. I knew there was another shoe to drop but
wasn’t expectin’ her to actually sell our daughter to get even
with me.”

“Look. I got in touch with you as a favor to her. I can see I made an
error in judgment.” Yeah, Wild Bill could see how pissed I was.
“I’ll deliver your message to the bitch and go one better.
I’ll give you a heads-up before she does anythin’ else to piss
you off.”

“Now, why would you do that, Wild Bill?” I drawled out the
question as I leaned against the bar and took a sip of my coffee. Wild Bill
had met me just outside the Kiss of Death compound in Nashville. The area
we’d purchased and walled off sat in the industrial outskirts of the
city, but there were still a couple bars and a strip club in the area, which
is where we were currently. Little club called Afternoon Delytes. The music
was loud, the girls had big tits, and the alcohol wasn’t watered down.
A good place for an enemy to be distracted if he wasn’t cautious.
Which was why I liked to meet here with men I didn’t fully
trust.

“I know you think I’m amoral, but I do have a code, Knuckles. A
line I won’t cross. If what you told me is true — and your reputation
says you know your shit before you speak — that bitch obliterated my line.
I ain’t above pimpin’ out girls willin’ to split the
profits, but I don’t force women. For any reason. And I absolutely do
not traffic. Beth broke both those hard and fast rules for me. I agreed to
this in good faith with her mostly because I respect you. If it were my
daughter, I’d kill anyone who knew what was goin’ on and
didn’t tell me. But, honest to God, I thought Beth had the girl. Maybe
in a gilded cage, or maybe it was an empty threat to you and there was no
danger to your daughter at all.”

“I could be lying.”

Wild Bill shook his head. “Nope. That’s not your style.
You’ve always given it to me straight. Whether or not it’s what
I wanted to hear.” I had to admit, the man might have gone up a little
in my estimation. I’d still verify any information he shared with me
before acting on it. It might not tell the tale, but I’d be able to
better see if Wild Bill subscribed to the honor among thieves mentality, or
if it was every man for himself.

“You know where Beth is?” Even if he was lying, I wanted any
information he doled out. If it was bogus, I’d act accordingly. Which
would not end well for Wild Bill.

“Yep.” He took out an envelope. “I’ve had a guy on
her for a couple months. She’s at the same place she’s always
been at. Way too rich for a nurse’s salary.” He handed me the
envelope and I took it.

I stared at him a long time. Wild Bill held my gaze without flinching.
“Few men surprise me, so I’m going to give you this one time to
tell me your agenda. I won’t consider you an enemy and I’ll
respect your territory, but only if you come clean now.”

“No agenda, Knuckles. No repayment expected. No favors later. This is
because I agreed to help your ex without investigatin’ beyond the
surface. Knowin’ the girl was her daughter? Yeah. Wasn’t
expectin’ her to hurt her own kid.” He shook his head like he
knew he’d fucked up royally. “I don’t question things
beyond the job because the job speaks for itself, but with somethin’
like this, I should have dug a little deeper. Ain’t too proud to admit
when I’m wrong.” The corner of his lips curled up in a
self-deprecating smile. “I’d also prefer it if you didn’t
see this as a betrayal of the fragile alliance we have.”

“OK, now that I believe.” I took a sip of coffee, never taking
my eyes from Wild Bill.

“How’d you get out of a life sentence anyway?” Wild Bill
took a healthy pull of his beer before signaling the bartender for
another.

“Friends in high places.” I continued to study the other man.
“I’d’ve been out years ago except I had to help a guy
out.”

Wild Bill snorted. “Right. You went in on a triple murder the way I
heard it. That ain’t somethin’ you get out of that
easy.”

“I did confess to a triple murder. Yes.” The smile I gave him
wasn’t genuine.

Wild Bill looked like he wasn’t sure whether or not to believe me.
“Must have been some long, hard dick you sucked to get out of that
kind of rap.”

“All you need to know is it’s none of your Goddamned
business.” This was getting tiresome. “You can spread the word
to anyone you want to live that I’m back.”

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
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An Axel Blaze Crime Action Thriller

 

Action Adventure; Military thrillers; Vigilante justice

Date Published: April 10, 2025

 

 

A cartel kingpin. A botched raid. A blood-soaked vendetta.

 

When Mexico’s deadliest cartel, La Manada, spills blood on American
soil, Delta Force Captain Axel Blaze gets the call. His mission: capture
cartel boss Javier Salazar and crush his empire. No red tape. No
half-measures.

But when an ambush forces Blaze to pull back stateside, the cartel takes
the fight across the border—hitting civilians, targeting officials,
daring him to respond.

Now, it’s personal. This time, it’s not about taking
prisoners—it’s about ending threats. Blaze is coming for
Salazar, and he won’t stop until La Manada is nothing but a smoldering
memory.

 

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Bill Runner cut his teeth as an investigative journalist, plunging into the
gritty underbelly of crime, before turning to writing edge-of-your-seat
thrillers. Raised on a steady diet of westerns and lone ranger sagas,
Bill’s real-life encounters with rogues and heroes shaped his
electrifying protagonist, Axel Blaze. An adrenaline junkie at heart, Bill is
a seasoned mountain climber and paraglider, and also a lifelong student of
martial arts. Working the crime beat and studying the art of fighting honed
his skills to craft pulse-pounding thrillers, renowned for their razor-sharp
action sequences. You can find out more about Bill at his FB profile under
the name Bill Runner Author.

 

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