#BlogTour Shadow of Doubt By P.A DePaul #bookpromotion

Synopsis

Michelle Alger flees when her secretly recorded tryst winds up on the internet. She has no option but to hide. Her one-night standā€”the son of a powerful US senatorā€”was murdered. Learning sheā€™s the prime suspect is traumatizing. Already a member of witness protection thanks to a Colombian drug lord kidnapping her in college, she now has to run from the senator and law enforcement. To make matters worse, the drug lord finally knows her location and is hot on her trail. Thereā€™s only one man she trusts. He saved her once, can he do it again six years later?

Captain Jeremy Malone no longer wears a Green Beret. Heā€™s traded in his fatigues for a new life leading Delta Squad, a covert unit within SweetBriar Group. His latest orders from the senator: find the unknown woman and bring her to me. But Jeremy knows her identity. He once rescued her from a Colombian cartel, and has never forgotten her. He assigns his squad a new mission: find Michelle first and learn the real story.

Michelle and Jeremy canā€™t deny their explosive chemistry. But, with every new piece of evidence, Jeremyā€™s faith in Michelleā€™s innocence is questioned. Is her plea for help a ruseā€¦or a trap set by a beautiful woman determined to expose Jeremyā€™s own secretsā€¦

This is the second book in the SweetBriar Group (SBG) series and can be read as a standalone.

Excerpt

Cappy was going to hell.
The sight of Michelleā€™s perfect ass disappearing out the window was now permanently burned into his brain. He was such a bastard for avidly watching it wiggle as she forced her body through the tight opening.
Every nerve ending north of his toes still vibrated from touching her. Though he had sounded like a bumbling idiot earlier, heā€™d meant it when heā€™d blurted how amazing she looked, so healthy and whole. The antithesis of the bloody, broken woman damaged by the Osvaldo Cartel in that shithole room six years ago. This beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman surged his blood and overloaded his fantasies. God built her body for a man like him. Built her for deep, hard sex, be it up against a wall or bent over a chair . . . Goddammit.
Straight. To. Hell.
Remember the mission. He couldnā€™t think of her in any terms other than professional. For Christ’s sake, he had to find out if she killed the senatorā€™s son. Not have her starring in his latest mental porno.
He pulled a disposable phone from his leg pocket and dropped it inside her overlarge bag. Once he zipped the thing closed, he called, ā€œHeads up. Purse coming through.ā€
He gave it a little nudge over the sill, hearing it thud into her hands before he yanked the battery out of the back of her cell phone. Now no one could trace her from the GPS in the deviceā€”which had been his plan if she hadnā€™t called him.
He dropped the pieces into his leg pocket for later disposal. Putting on his sunglasses, he ensured his gun holster wouldnā€™t knock into the frame’s edges, and slid soundlessly through the small opening, then closed the window. Turning, he half expected to find her gone, but she stood just to the left, chewing on her lip with fear lacing through her irises.
ā€œThis way,ā€ he whispered, grabbing her hand and motioning toward a grungy building next door.
The electricity from the contact instantly had him hard. He grunted and urged her forward. He pulled her around the back corner of a convenience store and stopped, shifting his hips to relieve the pressure.
ā€œCutting it too close, Cappy,ā€ Talon admonished softly. Michelle jumped, squealed, then slapped a hand over her mouth.
Yeah. Talon had that effect on people. He was so damn good at blending into the background, he caught most by surprise.
Cappy seized Michelleā€™s hand to stop her from inching backward. ā€œRelax.ā€
Her eyes were as large as her face, and she didnā€™t seem able to look away from his teammate. A sudden shot of jealousy spiked through his veins. Stow that shit. He had no time for the destructive emotion, and it was wrong on so many levels.
ā€œWhereā€™s the car?ā€ he barked, jolting them all. Christ.
Engines raced into the parking lot next door and instantly shut off. Car doors opened, then slammed shut.
Cappy didnā€™t need to see his teammateā€™s eyes to know they were both thinking about how they had just barely made it. Michelle trembled underneath his palm.
ā€œCarā€™s on the other side of the dry cleaners, as commanded.ā€ Talon pointed to a building that had seen better days adjacent to the convenience store.
* * *
Dear God, who is this guy? Michelle couldnā€™t stop staring at the wicked knife with the onyx blade still protruding from SCKā€™s [Stone Cold Killerā€™s] fist.
She shivered.
A male voice yelled from the hotelā€™s parking lot, ā€œYou two cover the back. White, start peering in windows. Iā€™ll talk to the desk clerk.ā€
ā€œOur signal to move,ā€ Jeremy whispered, jerking her arm as he pulled her forward.
She ran as fast as possible but knew she wasnā€™t close to the speed both men wanted. Tough darts. She didnā€™t live in a gym like them.
Had she done the right thing, calling Jeremy? She trailed behind the two men, still rattled by his apparent connection to the FBIā€™s investigation. He saved you before. Yeah, he did. Was he doing that now? Every TV show, movie, and book sheā€™d ever read clearly pointed out how only those closely connected to a case were privy to details like a raid on a hotel room. Did that mean Jeremy saw the YouTube video?
Talon glanced over his shoulder. His dark shades had slid down and the cold light in his eyes sent fear racing down her spine. No. No! She pulled against Jeremyā€™s grip, her mind plunging back into Colombia without warning. Cold steel bit into her skin while the man with a pair of emotionless yet fanatical eyes stared at her. ā€œYou going to talk now, puta?ā€
ā€œMichelle,ā€ Jeremey snapped. ā€œStay with me.ā€
She blinked away the vision, disoriented at being ripped back into the present so fast. Jeremy tightened his grip and dragged her against his side. For a brief moment, she allowed her head to fall against his meaty shoulder. She inhaled his addictive scent and instantly felt better.
ā€œEyes front, Talon.ā€ Jeremy flattened her body against the side of the dry cleaners. ā€œWe clear to make a break for the car on the other side?ā€
From beyond the hotel and as far as Michelle could glimpse in the other direction, the backs of the buildings were relatively flush with each other. Some had blacktop as if for additional parking while others had large dumpsters filling the space.
ā€œO Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?ā€ Talon crooned softly.
What the heck?
Jeremy flashed SCK a grin and placed his lips next to her earlobe. She shivered at the faint breath and almost missed his command. ā€œKeep low but run as fast as you can. Donā€™t stop or slow down. Once you clear the corner, wait for us.ā€ Her mind turned to mush at his whispered words. ā€œWeā€™ll use our bodies to block the view if someone should glance this way.ā€
It took everything she had not to giggle and lift her shoulder. Get it together, Michelle. This is serious.
He placed a large hand at the small of her back. ā€œGo.ā€ He gave her a little push.

About the Author



P. A. DePaul is a Publishers Weekly Bestselling and award-winning author.Her books are full of action, suspense, and romance.

As a hybrid author, she has books traditionally and independently published. Her traditional publishers include Berkley, a Penguin Random House imprint, and Harlequin Books.

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#BlogTour Tally By J.M. Northup @sdbooktours #bookblitz #bookpromotions

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Family is more than just a man and wife, but will society and government law agree?

Tally

by J.M. Northup

Genre: Polyamorous RomanceĀ 

Family is more than just a man and wife, but will society and government law agree?

As an attorney, Tally has spent her time building her career, leaving little room for a personal life.Ā  After another failed relationship, she realizes her child-bearing years will soon be ending.Ā  As an orphan, she doesnā€™t just want a baby, but desires a family.

Tally turns to the only men she trusts and loves, her married gay best friends, Lex and Ishkode.Ā  In doing so, they face social stigmas, potential legal ramifications, and open old wounds.Ā  As things intensify, jealousy and insecurity rear their ugly heads while confidences crumbles.

Will Tally find the family she craves? Or will her need for completion destroy the most important relationships in her life?

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This book explores the ideas of family structure, tri-parenting, and polyamorous relationships. It contains mature material and is not suitable for those under 18 years of age.

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J.M. NorthupĀ is an author,Ā editor, and partner & CEO/CFO of Norns Triad Publications.Ā  Julie is fascinated by the whole process of writing books and is a professional formatter and cover designer.Ā Ā  An avidĀ reader,Ā she reviews and promotes books on her blog atĀ www.jmnorthup.com.Ā  Ā Ā 

J.M. Northup values her family above all things.Ā  Julie and her husband, Dusty, raisedĀ two amazing daughters, and they are blessed with four grandchildren, whom they adore.Ā  Definitely a cat lady, she also loves otters (which are essentially water cats).Ā Ā 

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#BlogTour Sophia von X By Victoria Ray @rabtbooktours #bookblitz #bookpromotions

 

Heist Crime, Religious Thriller, Mystery, Suspense, Adventure

Ā  Date Published: March 2020

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Ā  “Sophia von Xā€ is a 2020 Readers’ Favorite Silver Medal Winner

Ā Ā Ā  in the Fiction – Religious Theme genre!

Ā  It was supposed to be a vacation, the trip to a newly discovered tomb of

Ā Ā Ā  Jesusā€¦

Ā  When Sabina Ferrara was driving to Bingerbruck, Germany, she was hoping to

Ā Ā Ā  put a painful marriage behind her. Certain unforeseen events turned against

Ā Ā Ā  her, and during a visit to Christā€™s tomb, she meets Thomas von Essen

Ā Ā Ā  ā€“ a dangerous thief who is hiding behind the name of a decent family,

Ā Ā Ā  pretending that he is a famous archaeologist. Against her will, Sabina is

Ā Ā Ā  dragged into the middle of the stealing of biblical artifacts, killings, and

Ā Ā Ā  shootings. She ended up attracting the attention of an unknown enemy from

Ā Ā Ā  Jerusalem, a wicked man called Papa Zen. A powerful mogul who knows too much

Ā Ā Ā  about Sabina and her mysterious birthmark. She is the one he was looking for

Ā Ā Ā  so longā€¦

Ā  12 lost pages from the Bible

Ā  Car chases, guns, and fights

Ā  Yakuza and Ndrangheta families

Ā  Palermo, Istanbul, Jerusalem

Ā  Deaths, tears, broken hearts

Ā  Sophia von X is a story of violence, obsession, secrets and tragedy, lies,

Ā Ā Ā  hate, and love.

Ā   

Ā  About the Author

SE CrĆØme de la CrĆØme author Victoria Ray lives in a small

Ā Ā Ā  town 62 miles west of Stockholm. She has garnered much acclaim for her So

Ā Ā Ā  Absurd It Must Be True series and her Sophia von X thriller.

Ā  Victoria is a finalist for the prestigious Readers Favorite Contest and has

Ā Ā Ā  been nominated for a Book Excellence Award for original writing. When she is

Ā Ā Ā  not writing, Victoria spends most of her time reading, cooking, traveling

Ā Ā Ā  the world, walking with her dogs, and catching her favorite Gota Lejon

Ā Ā Ā  shows. An admitted sweets fanatic, she feeds her addiction by visiting the

Ā Ā Ā  local bakery April on Sunday afternoons.

Ā  Keep in touch with Victoria via Instagram: @victoriaray_nb

Ā  Visit Ray’s blog on WordPress – http://www.raynotbradbury.blog

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#BlogTour Iron Hades Abyss MC By Harley Wylde @rabtbooktours #bookpromotions #bookblitz

 

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

Ā  Hades Abyss MC, Book 11

Ā  Motorcycle Club Romance

Ā  Date Published: November 24, 2023

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Ā  Nari ā€“ Pain. Humiliation. Those are the things my father taught me,

Ā Ā Ā  and every man Iā€™ve met since. Running away from home didnā€™t fix

Ā Ā Ā  anything. Now Iā€™m nineteen and back in the town my family calls home.

Ā Ā Ā  I havenā€™t told them Iā€™m here, and I donā€™t plan to. But I

Ā Ā Ā  also didnā€™t count on a biker giving me a ride, and leaving me at the

Ā Ā Ā  Hades Abyss compound. They say theyā€™ll help me, but can I trust them?

Ā Ā Ā  What if theyā€™re just as bad as all the others?

Ā  Iron ā€“Iā€™m no stranger to the darker side of life. Sometimes

Ā Ā Ā  Iā€™m the monster lurking in the shadows. Still, thereā€™s a line I

Ā Ā Ā  wonā€™t cross. I will never harm an innocent woman or child. The moment

Ā Ā Ā  I saw the tiny Asian woman cowering in front of Titan, I wanted to protect

Ā Ā Ā  her from the world. Sheā€™s been beaten, yet sheā€™s not broken.

Ā Ā Ā  Iā€™ve never met anyone like Nari before. Despite how timid she appears,

Ā Ā Ā  sheā€™s stronger than she realizes. I know Iā€™ll do whatever it

Ā Ā Ā  takes to make her smile and keep her safe, even if it means getting blood on

Ā Ā Ā  my hands. The moment her family tries to take her from me, Iā€™ll show

Ā Ā Ā  them what it means for Nari to be mine.

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Ā  WARNING: Iron is intended for readers 18+ due to bad language, violence,

Ā Ā Ā  and adult situations. Thereā€™s no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a

Ā Ā Ā  guaranteed happily ever after.


Ā  EXCERPT

Copyright Ā©2023 Harley Wylde

Ā   

Ā  Nari

Ā  My cheek pressed into the carpet as Gio held me down. I knew Iā€™d be

Ā Ā Ā  covered in bruises within the hour, if I wasnā€™t already. Nothing new.

Ā Ā Ā  It seemed all I had to do was breathe in order to piss him off. Iā€™d

Ā Ā Ā  only stayed due to a lack of options. Leaving Gio would only mean taking a

Ā Ā Ā  chance on someone else. Men didnā€™t help runaway teens for nothing.

Ā Ā Ā  They either made us drug mules, thieves, or prostitutes. I couldnā€™t

Ā Ā Ā  think of a way to escape. Everyone Iā€™d ever trusted had betrayed me.

Ā Ā Ā  Why should that change?

Ā  If things had been different, if my family had cared even a little, I never

Ā Ā Ā  would have run away. Living at home had been awful, but my life on the

Ā Ā Ā  streets was far worse.

Ā  ā€œYou stupid, worthless cunt! Whereā€™s my money?ā€ he asked

Ā Ā Ā  for the fifth time. As if my answer was suddenly going to change.

Ā  ā€œI told you I donā€™t have it. I couldnā€™t find any work

Ā Ā Ā  today, Gio.ā€ Or more accurately, I hadnā€™t found a mark. Stealing

Ā Ā Ā  was my forte.

Ā  He leaned in closer. ā€œThen you have a choice, Nari. You can pay the

Ā Ā Ā  money by spending a few nights at the house on Spruce, or you find a high

Ā Ā Ā  paying job before morning. Which is it going to be?ā€

Ā  I swallowed hard. It wasnā€™t really a choice at all. I refused to go

Ā Ā Ā  near drugs, and I really didnā€™t want to be a whore. I couldnā€™t

Ā Ā Ā  understand the girls and women who chose that path. I didnā€™t look down

Ā Ā Ā  on them for it, but it wasnā€™t something Iā€™d ever voluntarily do.

Ā Ā Ā  Of course, if I wanted a legal job, there was always the strip club. Except

Ā Ā Ā  I hadnā€™t really been blessed in the curves department. I didnā€™t

Ā Ā Ā  even need a bra. Who the hell would pay to watch me take my clothes off?

Ā Ā Ā  Now, letting him use me as a whore in his brothel? That was a different

Ā Ā Ā  story. Those men didnā€™t much care what a woman looked like, and I knew

Ā Ā Ā  he wouldnā€™t be sending his top customers my way. All they wanted was a

Ā Ā Ā  living woman to fuck, although it wouldnā€™t surprise me if some

Ā Ā Ā  didnā€™t even care if I was alive when they fucked me. Iā€™d learned

Ā Ā Ā  the hard way just how screwed up people could be.

Ā  ā€œIā€™ll find a job,ā€ I said. ā€œPlease, Gio. I really

Ā Ā Ā  tried.ā€

Ā  He finally released me and stood. ā€œFine. By sunrise, you better have

Ā Ā Ā  something lined up. If not, donā€™t bother coming home. You either take

Ā Ā Ā  your ass over to Spruce, or you better run.ā€

Ā  As if running would do me any good. Heā€™d track me down and things

Ā Ā Ā  would be even worse. But I had to try. I refused to go down without a fight,

Ā Ā Ā  or at the very least a last-ditch effort. If only Iā€™d known I was

Ā Ā Ā  heading this direction the moment I walked out of my dadā€™s house. Not

Ā Ā Ā  once had I seen my picture on the news or in any papers. Heā€™d never

Ā Ā Ā  bothered to search for me. Why would he when he had his precious Joon?

Ā  Maybe I could go home. Or at least back to my hometown. I didnā€™t

Ā Ā Ā  think Gio would ever think to look for me there. He knew how much I hated

Ā Ā Ā  that place, and the hell Iā€™d been through while I lived at home. Yeah.

Ā Ā Ā  I should go back. I didnā€™t bring in enough money for him to chase me

Ā Ā Ā  across state lines.

Ā  I waited until Gio left, then packed a small backpack. It wasnā€™t like

Ā Ā Ā  I owned much anyway. Grabbing the little bit of cash Iā€™d managed to

Ā Ā Ā  hide, I shoved it into my satchel and left the house for the last time. One

Ā Ā Ā  way or another, I was leaving this place behind. I didnā€™t care if I

Ā Ā Ā  had to hitchhike all the way back to Mississippi.

Ā  Every step made pain explode through my body. I stopped to put on my hoodie

Ā Ā Ā  and made sure my face was mostly covered. I didnā€™t need anyone seeing

Ā Ā Ā  the marks on my body and stopping to ask questions. A rumble of a motorcycle

Ā Ā Ā  came up behind me and slowed. I quickly glanced toward the street and

Ā Ā Ā  realized the man was eyeing me.

Ā  I assessed his overall size and wondered if I could outrun him. Men

Ā Ā Ā  prowling the streets for women always spelled trouble.

Ā  ā€œDo you need a ride somewhere?ā€ he asked.

Ā  I took in every detail of his appearance, from his Native American genes to

Ā Ā Ā  the leather cut declaring him part of the Reckless Kings MC. I hadnā€™t

Ā Ā Ā  heard of them, but there was a group of bikers in my hometown. Theyā€™d

Ā Ā Ā  been a little scary, but Iā€™d never heard of them hurting kids or

Ā Ā Ā  anything. Was his club the same? Just because he looked rough and little

Ā Ā Ā  scary didnā€™t mean he was a bad guy. Sometimes, the ones who looked

Ā Ā Ā  like wholesome decent men were the most vicious.

Ā  He sighed and inched the bike closer. ā€œLook. My name is Crow.

Ā Ā Ā  Iā€™m not going to hurt you, but it looks like youā€™re in some

Ā Ā Ā  trouble and trying to get out of here. So you can get on the back of my bike

Ā Ā Ā  and Iā€™ll take you as far as I can. Or you can keep walking and hope

Ā Ā Ā  whoever youā€™re running from doesnā€™t catch up. With the way

Ā Ā Ā  youā€™re moving, Iā€™m going to assume someone beat the hell out of

Ā Ā Ā  you.ā€

Ā  I winced. He noticed that? ā€œIā€™m going to

Ā Ā Ā  Mississippi.ā€

Ā  ā€œWhat part?ā€ he asked.

Ā  ā€œEver heard of a club called the Hades Abyss? Iā€™m going to that

Ā Ā Ā  town,ā€ I said.

Ā  He nodded. ā€œI know them. Get on and Iā€™ll make sure you get

Ā Ā Ā  home. Itā€™s a little out of my way, but itā€™s fine.ā€

Ā  Without another thought, I climbed on behind him and put my arms around his

Ā Ā Ā  waist. It wasnā€™t my first time on a motorcycle, even if it had been

Ā Ā Ā  years ago. It also wasnā€™t the first time Iā€™d put my trust in a

Ā Ā Ā  stranger. Heā€™d either keep me safe, or Iā€™d trade one abusive

Ā Ā Ā  asshole for another.

Ā  ā€œIā€™m Nari,ā€ I said. ā€œThanks for the

Ā Ā Ā  ride.ā€

Ā  ā€œSure thing, kid. Hold on tight.ā€ He twisted the throttle ,

Ā Ā Ā  revving the engine, then eased the bike forward. As he picked up speed and

Ā Ā Ā  shifted gears, the wind whipped the hood off my head. I closed my eyes and

Ā Ā Ā  pressed my forehead to his back. For the first time in forever, I felt

Ā Ā Ā  free.

Ā  I didnā€™t know if Iā€™d made the right choice, but there was no

Ā Ā Ā  going back now.

Ā  About the Author

Ā  Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC

Ā Ā Ā  Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde

Ā Ā Ā  immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible

Ā Ā Ā  women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still

Ā Ā Ā  managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

Ā  When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new

Ā Ā Ā  plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.

Ā Ā Ā  She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.

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#BlogTour Please Thank You and Excuse Me By Ashley Chadwick @rabtbooktours #bookpromotions #bookblitz

 

the lost art of mannerisms

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Ā  Children’s Book

Ā  Date Published: April 5, 2023

Ā  Publisher: ā€ŽMindstir Media

Cori Elba (Illustrator)


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Ā  When your children are learning to speak, it can come out and grunts,

Ā Ā Ā  screams, or yells.


Ā  This can make it hard to understand them. To help them through this tough

Ā Ā Ā  time, start by getting on their level. Look them in the eyes and reassure

Ā Ā Ā  them that it is okay to get frustrated. Then ask them to use their words

Ā Ā Ā  with please, thank you, and excuse me. These three basic phrases set a

Ā Ā Ā  foundation for the language you will share between you and your child. Just

Ā Ā Ā  rememberā€¦ Repeat, repeat, repeat. Stay with their consistent

Ā Ā Ā  repetition. You might grow tired of it, but to your two-year-old, itā€™s

Ā Ā Ā  the routine they need to develop.

Ā  Politeness is spoken worldwide and in every language, whether in public or

Ā Ā Ā  private. The simplicity of kindness teaches that everyone matters in this

Ā Ā Ā  world. These three children’s books (ā€œPlease, Thank You and Excuse

Ā Ā Ā  Me,ā€ ā€œListen, Share, and Be Nice,ā€ and ā€œAnimal

Ā Ā Ā  Etiquette for Kidsā€) are lighthearted and geared for all ages.

Ā Ā Ā  Mannerisms must start somewhere, so why not parents, grandparents, teachers,

Ā Ā Ā  friends, and caregivers show our children mutual respect for all people,

Ā Ā Ā  places, and things?


Ā  This series of children’s books is a fun way to re-introduce manners into

Ā Ā Ā  your children’s lives. It’s cool to be polite and kind to everyone.

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Ā  About the Author

Ashley has been a professional nanny for over fifteen years and the owner

Ā Ā Ā  of a nanny service. She incorporates nature with mild education and

Ā Ā Ā  mannerisms in children’s lives. When Ashley is not a nanny, she is a world

Ā Ā Ā  traveler, nature enthusiast, and loves mountain biking, yoga, and spending

Ā Ā Ā  time with her nephew, Walker.

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#BookTour The Changeling Returns By C.R. Merrell @sdbooktours #bookblitz #bookpromotions

Being a fairy princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

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The Changeling Returns

by C.R. Merrill

Genre: YA Contemporary Fantasy

I hate being the new girl every school year. This time, the ā€˜queen beeā€™ of Parfreyā€™s Glen High School has decided Iā€™m the enemy. Her mistake. Because like it or notā€”and itā€™s definitely notā€”I have powers, dark powers. Iā€™ve tried to deny them, but they are getting strongerā€¦

Fay Smith was three years old when she was kidnapped by the two queens of the Unseelie Court. For twelve years, sheā€™s been moved from city to city to avoid suspicion, wanting nothing more than to belong somewhere and be normal. But she canā€™t remember anything about her real life, real home, or real family.

Soon sheā€™ll be called to cast off her mortality and become a dark fey like her captors, serving on one of the three thrones of the Unseelie Court, trapped in an eternal power struggle with Mab and Titania. To escape, Fay will have to control her change from human to fey and defeat the two queens.

But sheā€™s going to need help, which means sheā€™ll have to make a truce and establish ā€˜frenemyā€™ status with the girl who hates her.

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Christine Merrill wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. During a stint as a stay-at-home-mother, she decided it was time to “write that book.” She could set her own hours and would never have to wear pantyhose to work! It was a slow start but she slogged onward and seven years later, she got the thrill of seeing her first book hit the bookstores. Christine lives in Wisconsin with her family.

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