USA Today bestseller Christine Pope is the author of the paranormal romance Witches of Cleopatra Hill series and the Djinn Wars series, among many other books (sixty and counting!). Researching UFOs brought her to magical Sedona, Arizona, where she now makes her home. Find out more about her books at christinepope.com.
(Tales of Faeraven #1)
By Janalyn Voigt
Fantasy, Christian Fantasy
Paperback & ebook, 342 Pages
June 29, 2012 by Harbourlight Books
The High Queen is dying...
At the royal summons, Shae mounts a wingabeast and soars through the air to the high hold of Faeraven, where all is not as it seems. Visions warn her of danger, and a dark soul touches hers in the night. When she encounters an attractive but disturbing musician, her wayward heart awakens.
But then there is Kai, a guardian of Faeraven and of Shae. Secrets bind him to her, and her safety lies at the center of every decision he makes.
On a desperate journey fraught with peril and the unknown, they battle warlike garns, waevens, ferocious raptors, and the wraiths of their own regrets. Yet, they must endure the campaign long enough to release the DawnKing and the salvation he offers into a divided land. To prevail, each must learn that sometimes victory comes only through surrender.
(Note: Lof Raelein Maeven is the high queen of Faeraven, who is dying.)
The heavy door groaned shut and Shae pressed against it while she caught her breath. The great hall stood empty, which was just as well. She should still be abed, waiting to be roused by her maid. Catching her breath, she watched dust motes float in bars of light slanting through the tall windows, which overlooked the inner bailey’s herb garden.
Fresh rushes deadened her footfalls and sent up a warm scent overlaid with the pungent aromas of rosemary, mint, and lavender. Beneath a wide archway on one side of the chamber, Shae put her hand to the latch of a tall door carved with gryphons. She paused, caught by memory.
Beyond that same door, she’d once greeted Lof Raelein Maeven in her parents’ absence. Maeven had at first seemed little older than Shae, but when the silver threading her copper hair gleamed in the candlelight, Shae saw that the transparency of her skin mimicked the tallow in the candlebranch beside her. Despite these ravages, Maeven’s arching brows, fine nostrils and vivid eyes commanded awe.
As Maeven’s image dissipated, Shae lifted the latch. The door gave with a creak, and she entered the Allerstaed, the place of prayer. A musty scent, the smell of dust and disuse, emanated from wood and stone. Faint light followed her from the open doorway and a few indifferent sunbeams penetrated the grime coating three high windows above the altar. Her steps whispered across the graystone floors, and she sank to her knees onto the stone step below the altar.
“I’ve come about Lof Raelein Maeven.” Her voice rang loud in the stillness. She said no more, for words tangled in her mind. But Lof Yuel read her heart. If only she might read his in return, she could know the Lof Raelein’s fate. Weak light ebbed and flowed over her as outside, clouds effaced the sun. Sorrow carried her in its current.
“Why do you weep?” A voice reverberated through the chamber.
Shae raised her head. She recognized this voice.
An Elder youth crouched before her. She studied him, taking in his burnished skin, rounded somber eyes, and black hair. How could she have thought she knew his voice? She’d never seen him before. Her breath hitched. “Who are you?”
Twin grooves in his cheeks deepened. “Don’t be frightened. I am but a wayfarer.”
She stared at him. “No. You are more.”
He smiled. “Your heart speaks truth. I am a wayfarer…and I am more.” He stroked the tears from her cheeks, feather-light, like the touch of a draft.
“Peace.” The whispered word brought infinite comfort.
Shae closed her eyes and breathed deep.
“Remember, Shae, you must look to the light.”
She opened her eyes, ready to ask how he knew her name.
She knelt alone in the Allerstaed.
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“We’re home,” I said in that tone you use when you give a dog the good news, and her soft ears pricked. She sat up, looking eagerly out the window. She hadn’t come to any palace, just a hundred-year-old Victorian cottage swamped with evergreens, bamboo and a lot of weeds I never found time to whack. But it boasted a fascinating yard I had already decided to have fenced in despite the cost. Sam and I walked the perimeter of the proposed yard so the dog could pee copiously once more, and then my friend had to take her leave of us. She had been walking Dancer and the dog seemed a trifle confused when I took the leash, as though she had considered Sam her new owner, but when I led her into a warm place that smelled like food, she went right in.
Kitty, accustomed to dogs, actually deigned to thump down from the rocking chair to greet us. The next thing I knew, I was flattened against the solid oak door as a rampaging whirlwind ripped out of my unprepared grasp. The cat had MOVED--God save the mark!—and Dancer responded instantly. Poor Kitty, who hadn’t run that fast since her youth, whipped up the slippery wooden steps. She was able to make good her getaway because Dancer had never before encountered steps. The dog thrashed at the bottom, lunging in impotent fury, unable to deduce how to get upstairs.
“No!” I admonished when I could catch my breath. “Bad dog! No chase!”
She looked at me as if I was crazy.
“Oh, come on,” I said, relenting. “Let’s eat.”
“I was just about to,” her expression said. “Where did that cat go, anyway?”
Kitty had gone to the attic. She stayed there for a long time and she must have had telepathy with Smudgie, the barn cat, because I didn’t see old Smudge for days.
Her food disappeared and so did she.
There followed a delightful afternoon and evening of snoozing on the couch with the dog tucked in the same position she had assumed with Sam, in this case flat on top of me with her nose between my neck and shoulder. As long as her eyes were hidden, that tuck seemed to say, she couldn’t spot anyone coming to take her away from heaven. A wave of protective warmth suffused my heart. This dog must have been through hell. Who knew what awful things had happened to her? Well, her troubles were over. I would see to that.
Fantasy poetry driven by myths and legends has been my passion for as long as I can remember. I was published in poetry before catching the romance writing bug. I bring that background to my writing along with a lifelong addiction to horses, an 18 year career in various areas of psychiatric social services and many trips to Ireland, where I nurture my muse. My published works range from contemporary fantasy romance to fantasy historical, futuristic, science fiction and historical romance. Currently I live in rural Pennsylvania with a “motley crew” of rescue animals. You can see my books at www.miriamnewman.com.
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Falling for Her Bodyguard
(Grace Note Records #4)
By Amy Vastine
Paperback & ebook, 384 Pages
August 1st 2019 by Harlequin Heartwarming
She needs his protection…
But can he protect his heart?
Radio personality Kelly Bonner isn’t convinced she needs a bodyguard, especially one as intensely good-looking as Detective Donovan Walsh. Yet beneath Donovan’s tough-guy facade is a man struggling to raise his sister’s children. A man Kelly could care about…if he’d let her. Now she’ll have to find a way to convince her big, bad bodyguard that his family—and his heart—are safe in her hands.
“I don’t believe you aren’t good at everything and you don’t believe I’m as bad as I claim. That’s funny.” Kelly’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. “Maybe you can show me how to make something I can’t mess up. If I manage to make something edible on my own, it will prove I’m right about you and you’re right about me. We would both have to admit that you are good at everything and I am not as bad as I think I am. If I bomb, then you are right about you and I am right about me.”
The space between his brows wrinkled. “The way your mind works both fascinates and scares me at the same time.”
“I think that’s the perfect way to find out who’s right about who.”
Donovan leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “You could purposely ruin the dinner just to be right about yourself.”
“True,” Kelly admitted. “But then I would be wrong about you being amazing at everything. If you can’t teach me to cook, I have found your weakness. The beauty of this is either way, we’ll both be right and both be wrong. We’ll just find out about what.”
“Okay…” He took a sip of his soda and tipped the cup in her direction. “I accept this challenge.”
“What are you going to teach me to cook?” She was excited by the possibilities.
“You have to give me some time to think about it. I have to carefully consider my options so I don’t fail…or you don’t fail. Wait, who do I want to fail?”
It was nice to see him loosened up. She didn’t like it when he was all business. “Let’s hope no one fails, I guess.”
“I’m not sure I totally understand what we’re doing,” he said with a chuckle.
Kelly couldn’t stop staring at him. He had very masculine features. He had a broad nose and a heavy brow. His prominent chin was square and his jaw strong. In contradiction to all that manliness, his eyes were soft. In the sunshine, they were more green than brown. Hazel was such an interesting eye color. It was like he was a chameleon, able to change color based on his surroundings.
Donovan dropped his gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your eyes. They’re so interesting.”
“My eyes are interesting? Have you looked in a mirror? Ever?”
Kelly rolled hers. “I know, I know. Mine are unusual.”
His word choice made her cheeks flush. “Thank you. Some people think it makes me look cold. I always hear people say they look like ice. Yours are so warm. I’m jealous.”
“I don’t think they make you seem cold. Anyone who would judge you based on your eye color is missing out because you are quite the opposite. I’ve listened to you on the radio the last couple days, seen the way you interact with people. You don’t need to be jealous of my eyes. You are a warm person.”
Kelly took the last bite of her sandwich. This was why she was terrible at finding the right person. She found herself attracted to men who were wrong for her. Donovan was a perfect example. She was having these “feelings,” but he was a cop for goodness’ sake! Kelly would never end up with a cop. Never.
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By Tara Randell
…survive the truth?
Serena Stanhope fears her dark past might ruin the life she’s built as a successful shop owner. Especially when handsome Logan Masterson suddenly arrives in town asking questions about her background. He seems to have his own secrets, but the pair share an instant connection and Serena finds herself falling for Logan. He could destroy everything—or he could be the chance at love she thought she’d never have…
As they walked through town, it was all Logan could do not to take her hand in his. This wasn’t a date, he had to keep reminding himself. He suspected she had information about the man he’d been hired to investigate. He needed to keep his wits about him. Yes, Serena was beautiful, but she clearly had secrets he needed to ferret out.
As they passed the park, fireflies flitted about in the entrance. Serena laughed, clearly enchanted.
“Oh, my goodness.” She pulled her phone from her back pocket. “I have always wanted to do a series of cards featuring fireflies.” After snapping a few pictures, she scrolled through the gallery. “I can’t think of anything more beautiful than twinkling lights coming from these tiny creatures.”
Logan stood back, watching the joy on her face. “I have to admit, I don’t give them much thought.”
“Then you’re missing out.” She turned to him. “Did you know there are over fifty species of fireflies in Georgia, each with their own distinctive flash?”
“I do now.”
“The male puts on a light show to attract a mate.”
“Really? Now that is interesting.”
“You probably don’t think about them much since you live in the city. All the bright lights hide their magic. To be honest, I never really noticed them until I moved here.” She smiled at the tiny lights dancing in the air. “I don’t know, they have a way of making me happy. Especially after a long day at the store.”
“So you come here to visit with your flashy friends?”
“Don’t laugh. They’re easier to talk to than people sometimes. No judgment. No back talk. They listen, blink their lights and go on their merry way.”
“And it bothers you that people judge?”
She lifted a shoulder, as if her admission was no big deal. “Sure. Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Only if I let it.”
She blew out a sigh. “Then you’re tougher than I am.”
They stood in the deepening shadows, enjoying the light show. The smoky scent of cooking meat wafted their way from Smitty’s. After a few moments he turned. Glanced at Serena. Wondered why she looked so sad. Or what she was hiding.
She noticed his attention and laughed. “You probably think I’m silly.”
“Far from it.” He ran his fingers over her hair. Placed a finger under her chin and tipped her head back. She blinked at him. Interest shined in her blue eyes. Taking a chance, he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. Lightly, just like the fireflies darting about in the air. When she returned his kiss he moved closer, placing his other hand on her waist. The air was cool, the night special, and he was falling for a woman he should be investigating.
She pulled back. Gazed up at him, a gentle smile on her lips. “Let me guess. The fireflies got to you?”
“No. You did.”
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