Saturday, September 26, 2015

A Bridge Through Time by Gloria Gay

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TITLE – A Bridge Through Time
AUTHOR – Gloria Gay
GENRE – Time Travel PUBLICATION DATE – July 10, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 1678 Words
PUBLISHER – Kindle Direct
COVER ARTIST – Killion Group



Trapped in another era, Jane is forced to choose between her very life and the young man of the portrait, for she has fallen in love with the real version of Jestyn Greywick.

Years ago, at the age of fourteen, Jane Fielder visited England, the birth country of her parents, with her mother. A that time a strange event took place, and one that Jane never forgot. On a tour of a great estate with her mother, Jane became entranced by the portrait of a young man. She noticed that he had a pendant with the gold chain wrapped around his hand. Impulsively, Jane touched the young man’s hand and it felt warm. Now, years later, and devastated by the death of her parents, Jane returns to England as a foreign correspondent. She hopes the change of scene will make the loss of her parents easier to bear, for her health has lately taken a hit. Jane is as anxious to start her new job as she is to see the portrait again, for she wants to find out if she just imagined that the young man’s hand felt warm to her touch. Then when Jane touches the young man’s hand on the portrait again, she is blasted back in time to 1803.



She stared at him. Now that he had leaned toward her she could see his face clearly. This was the second time she had seen this man. The first time had been when she had stared at his portrait. Electricity zig-zaged through her body, clear down to her toes. What did this mean?
Jane took out a tissue from her front jacket pocket and pressed it against her cut, mopping up the blood that had trickled to her chin and neck all the time the man was speaking to her in an irate tone:
“My brother is hurt and it appears you were also injured and it serves you right!”
Jane shifted her leg to ease the shooting sparks of pain going up her side and on her right arm.
“What's your name?” Jestyn asked when Jane just stared at him.
“What's yours?”
“Of all the insolent…I have a good mind to give you a thrashing.”
“So you beat women?”
“You're a woman? A woman wearing breeches?” His voice was incredulous as he continued asking, “And what kind of strange breeches are these? And where did you get this lantern? Is it magic?” The man looked keenly at the strong light coming from the flashlight. “Did you use magic?”
“Magic?” said Jane looking down at her flashlight. A flashlight was magic to this guy? “Listen,” she added when he just stared at her, “this pain is more than I can bear. I – could you help me up? My leg – something’s wrong with my left leg. I can’t get up.”
“It’s either sprained or broken,” the man replied. “You cannot walk on that – uh – limb for now.” His tone had changed on hearing she was a woman rather than a rascally youth spooking his horses on purpose.
“My name is Jane Fielder,” Jane said, in a more appeasing tone, I’m a reporter for CBS and I – I seem to have lost my way.” If this man was the only one that could help her, in spite of his strange attire, she should try to ask nicely.
“I’m Jestyn Greywick, miss,” he replied.
For a stunned moment Jane said nothing. Then she dragged out a few words. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“This whole thing…” Jane said, “…your costume, dressed as Jestyn Greywick…the carriage…were you – are these scenes arranged for tourists?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miss Fielder,” he said.
“What I mean is you can’t really be serious about your name unless you’re – oh, I get it. You’re pretending to be Jestyn Greywick. That was the name of the man in the portrait I saw moments ago.” Jane felt dizzy and probably wasn’t making sense, judging by the look in the man’s eyes.


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Writing and painting have been Gloria’s main obsessions ever since she can remember. She and her husband consider themselves very lucky to be living in a beautiful place like San Diego, California, but most of all to have their children and grandchildren living nearby. Gloria is inspired by the sea and couldn’t think of living away from it.

A Bridge Through Time is Gloria’s first time travel romance. Her latest Regency romance, Enchanted Summer, is Gloria’s seventh Regency romance Her other Regencies include the recently published Lovely Little Liar and Scandal at Almack’s, both with Boroughs Publishing Group, as well as Love In A Dangerous Season and Kissed In The Dark that she self-published with Kindle Books.



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Get Real by Tellulah Darling

Get Real by Tellulah Darling
Genre: NA, Contemporary Romance
SeriesGet Real #1
Available September 26th, 2015

Get Real is a New Adult romantic comedy with sass, sex, and swoon, set in the world of “Cadabras"–humans with magical powers.

Francesca Bellafiore is a good Jewish girl, living up to family expectations that she use her magic to heal others. Underneath, she’s a wannabe badass with her heart set on becoming a detective and solving magical crimes. But nice girls don't disappoint their moms.

Party boy Rafael Muñoz does everything possible to publicly disappoint his high profile father. Privately, it's a different story. His carefully crafted bad boy reputation masks the fact he’s a master illusionist, forced into solo covert ops. The role is wearing thin and Rafael longs to be part of a team.

When Francesca meets Rafael at a friend's party, she's taken by the sexy stranger. Until he speaks. Beautiful plumage doesn't compensate for spectacular ego. Rafael finds Francesca's sweetness a turn-on. For about five minutes. Judgmental golden girls are more trouble than they're worth. Then a terrified girl with reality warping powers, locked and loaded on their destruction, whisks the pair to Manhattan. Francesca and Rafael are caught in a web of magic, minions, secrets, and enough sexual tension to power NYC. Desperate to prove themselves, their only chance to save the city and survive is to team up, trust each other–and maybe even fall in love.

Provided they don't kill each other first.



About the Author


Tellulah Darling


Sassy girls. Swoony boys. What could go wrong?

1) YA & New Adult romantic comedy author because her first kiss sucked and she's compensating.

2) Firm believer that some of the best stories happen when love meets comedy and awkwardness ensues.

3) Sassy minx.

Both a hopeless romantic and total cynic, Tellulah Darling is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. Her romcoms come in a variety of flavours and heat levels.

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Get Real Teaser

POV: Rafael

I shoved my hands into my pockets, jiggling the loose change and wanting some kind of confrontation. I stepped outside. That girl with Byron who’d been staring and laughing earlier was candidate numero uno. Want to diss me? Do it to my face, chica.

    I found her healing a gash on some guy’s cheek, holding a vase in her free hand while berating him for his choice in headwear. “Va bene. Go,” she ordered.

He slunk away with a sheepish look and I stepped up, my shadow falling over her.

“If you need medical services it better not be alcohol poisoning because I will not let you enjoy it.” She turned. Her fingers tightened on the rim of the vase at the sight of me.

“Hi,” I said.

She raised her chin, regarding me levelly with these amazing dark brown eyes. “It’s you.” Her sexy Italian accent hooked into me.


She fumbled the vase.

    We both grabbed the same edge before it could hit the ground, my hand landing on hers. Her skin was cool and smooth. The rest of her was twitchy and flustered. It cheered me up in a petty way.

    “Rafael. Call me Rafa. Official friend of the Byron–Jones hook up.” I patted my shirt down with my free hand. “I had a badge but I lost it.”

    “Next time ask for a lanyard.” She tugged the vase away with a slight smile, tucking it under her arm like a football. What a mouth. ¡Dios mío! “I didn’t buy tickets to the event,” she said.

    I pretended to look stern, mostly because I wanted to check her out some more. “You boycotting the games?”

    That got me a full–on grin, which hit me in the gut. Who was this girl and how had I never seen her before?

    “Seen one game, seen them all,” she said. She walked briskly past me back to the swing she’d been sitting on earlier and set the vase on the table.

    I followed, sinking into the chair beside her. “You know my name. It seems unfair I don’t know yours.”

    She hesitated for long enough that I wasn’t sure she was going to answer with anything other than “get lost.” “Francesca,” she said at last. She flicked her bangs off her forehead. “My momworks for your dad. You’re Javier’s son, right?”

    Those words were like a douse of cold water. “Yeah.” I waited for her next words. Her next look. Her obvious disdain. I stiffened, reminded of why I had come out here in the first place and ready to rip into her.

“She’s a Liaison.” Even for the simplest of sentences, her hands gestured madly. Cute. “Mirella

    My heart sunk. Now I knew exactly who she was. And wished I didn’t. Francesca Bellafiore, golden girl. Latest pride and joy of the Bellafiore clan and totally off–limits to me. Javier would freak, which would be fun, but honestly? Good girls weren’t my thing. “Yeah, sure. I’ve met her. Guess you’re excited to start all that healing stuff.”

     Disappointment and contempt? flickered in her eyes. Apparently hot girl and I were natural enemies. Figures. I wasn’t about to be an asshole to her though. It would ruin my façade.

     I was about to make my excuses and go, but I noticed her twisting this hideous bracelet tighter and tighter into her arm. “You okay?”

Her hand stilled. “Are you reading me?”

“No,” I said with exaggerated patience. “I don’t go around reading everyone I meet. Don’t need to most of the time. People telegraph enough on their own.” I nodded at her reddened skin. She jutted her chin out. “People shouldn’t take everything at face value.”

Like me.

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One With The Night by Susan Squires

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TITLE – One With the Night
  SERIES – The Companion Series
  AUTHOR – Susan Squires GENRE – Regency Vampire Paranormal Romance
  PUBLICATION DATE – August 11, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words)
  PUBLISHER – Independent
  COVER ARTIST – Rebecca Poole, Dreams2Media



Far from the glittering lights and shallow bustle of 1822 London lies another world—a realm of shadows and secrets, where desire holds dominion and passion know no limits...

Jane Blundell’s keen intellect and wit have always set her apart from her marriage-minded peers. But such differences are nothing compared to the change that comes upon her when she is infected by a blood sample in her father’s laboratory. Suddenly her veins resonate with a terrifying, exhilarating power. Dr. Blundell takes Jane to the Scottish highlands to research a cure, where she collides with the only man who can understand her hunger—and slake her unending desire...

Callan Kilkenny has returned to England from Marrakech, still filled with self-loathing at the deeds he committed in the name of a beautiful, depraved vampire. Now that he has tracked down Dr. Blundell in hopes of a cure, he has also found a kindred spirit in Jane. Her passion and her blood call to Callan, fueling a carnal need that shocks them both with its intensity. But others have come in search of the cure too...for reasons that are deadly. And to save Jane and the rest of their kind, Callan must risk everything—even his last chance at redemption...

“When it comes to combining extreme sensuality with dangerous drama, no one does it better than Squires.” --Romantic Times BOOKreviews



There was no denying her. She ran her long-nailed fingers through his hair as he sat, naked, beside the chaise on which she lay draped. His hair was as dark as hers. But her eyes were almost black, while his were light gray-green, his skin fair against her golden glow. She had chosen him for his coloring. How long would he pay for the sins of some French and English crusaders long dead? Until he died. He had prayed for death so often. Blood oozed from various cuts and punctures in his body, but she was careful not to kill him.
Heat poured from a dozen braziers and a low fire in the center of her tent. She liked heat. His skin was damp with sweat. He fixed his gaze on the intricate carpet, trying to avoid what would come. But she willed him to raise his gaze. For the thousandth time he struggled. He clenched his fists and grunted, panting.
Her laughter tinkled over him like shards of broken glass. “You know you cannot win out, English.” He wasn’t English. She twisted his head up by his hair and showered compulsion over him. The need to obey her surged through him. His gaze jerked to her face.
Her eyes glowed with more than firelight as she chuckled. How could laughter frighten him so? His chest heaved from the effort to resist her. The fine skin between her breasts gleamed with perspiration. Her nipples peaked under the diaphanous fabric of her burgundy gown. He found his own desire rising, whether he would or no.
His stomach clenched in despair as he lifted his chin to bare his throat to her. She would use him to slake several thirsts tonight. She was always thirsty.
She bent to his throat. He shuddered at the familiar twin pains just under his jaw. She stroked his nipple as she sucked at his neck and then slid down onto the rug beside him so she could grasp his swollen member.
“You still resist me," she whispered inside his mind. “How can I make you truly mine?” She rocked against him, her breasts pressed to his chest. He moaned, partly with desire, partly in dread. He didn’t want to know the answer to that question.

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Susan Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the paranormal always creeps in. She has won multiple contests for published novels and reviewer's choice awards. Publisher's Weekly named Body Electric one of the year’s most influential mass market books and One with the Shadows, the fifth in her vampire Companion Series, a Best book of the Year. Time for Eternity, the first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from Publisher's Weekly.
Susan has a Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and three very active Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the keyboarddddddddddddddddddddddd.


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Ms. Nice Nasty: Cam's Confession by LaKisha Johnson

Title: Ms. Nice Nasty: Cam’s Confession
Author: LaKisha Johnson
Genre: Romance


What is it with secrets, sex, lies and did I mention sex? 

For Camille, she has had her fair share of them all. From A Secret Worth Keeping to Ms. Nice Nasty. What’s next? Yea, she has always proclaimed to be “unapologetically Cam” but when it seems like the world around her is beginning to tumble down, she has to face some real truths about
whom she really is and who she wants to be.

With the help or the badgering of her therapist, Camille is able to finally confront a demon from her past. She, tearfully, admits the ultimate betrayal that forced her to hide the person she once was and become the person we’ve grown to love (or hate).

In, Cam’s Confession, we get to see how the façade of Cam was created to mask her pain and how it’s become first nature. Yes, in the courtroom, Camille commands the attention but in the bedroom; it’s Cam that is laying down the law!

You got to know Cam in A Secret Worth Keeping and even better in Ms. Nice Nasty but in this special edition of Ms. Nice Nasty, Cam’s Confession; Camille finally breaks her silence and lets you in on a little more of her personal life. She’s still the erotic vixen you love to hate but is she ready to let Cam go in order to save her marriage and possibly her career? Will therapy finally
give her the breakthrough she needs to let the secret life go? Or will Cam still be in denial about it all? Find out in this 11,000 word addition of Ms. Nice Nasty. Also, get a sneak peek into Ms. Nice Nasty 2 with a look into the first two unedited chapters. 

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I back up to the wall as he walks over to me and sniffs my neck. ‘You smell so good,’ he says as he licks down to my breast. I grab the back of his head as he sucks my nipple into my mouth. He alternates between the two before kissing down my stomach and inserting his tongue into my navel.

‘Hmm,’ I moan. I step my legs apart as he admires my freshly-shaven pussy. He rubs his hand over her while licking his lips. He turns me around and I smile.

He scoots back and pulls me away from the wall. I bend over with both hands against the wall as he
spreads my ass cheeks apart. ‘Ooo,’ I moan when I realize this man’s tongue is long, hard and warm.
He begins licking from my asshole down to my clit. I move out a little farther to make sure he has full access. He takes my clit into his mouth while inserting a finger into me.

‘You taste so good,’ he says, standing up and walking me over to the bed.

‘And you’re pretty good with the tongue.’

He pushes me down on the bed, on my back, before resuming the position on his knees. He spreads my lips and sucks my clit so hard that it causes me to grip the sheets on the bed.

He moves up to enter me but I rise up to stop him.

I push him back and stand up. I turn around and push him down to where he is sitting on the side of the bed. I walk over to my purse and grab a condom. He watches me as I walk back towards him so I add a little jiggle to it. I kneel in front of him and I grab his cock in my hand: he’s a nice size and I’m surprised. I take him into my mouth and I feel him tense up.

‘You ok?’

‘Yea, uh yes. Your mouth feels so good.’

I take him in again, this time sucking extra hard. I lick the head a little longer, allowing my tongue to
slip into the tip. He moans. I release him and lick him from the top to the shaft, then take his balls into my mouth. I lick back up allowing my saliva to drip all over him, rubbing him fast and hard before taking him, again, into my mouth. Those porn videos are paying off.

I make sure he is hard enough for me to slide the condom on. I sit up and open the condom, running
my hand over his now-hard cock as I slide the condom on. I stand up as I look him in the eyes.

He slides back on the bed. I position myself over him as I begin to play with myself, rubbing my clit and inserting a finger into me while he watches. Making sure she is good and wet, I slide down on him. I began to ride him and he closes his eyes.

‘Open your eyes,’ I command. I’m in charge this time. 

Meet the Author

LaKisha Johnson is a girl after God’s own heart; doing what she believes to be her purpose ...writing. In addition to being a published author, she’s the product of a large family, a wife of 16 years, mother of 2 and Memphis native. She’s an all-around talented young lady who holds two degrees from
Southwest TN Community College both in Information Technology and has worked in the corporate field for over 16 years. She is also a newly ordained minister, spiritual teacher, speaker and dedicated blogger, delivering a devotional blog 5 days per week entitled ”Kisha’s Daily Devotionals.”

LaKisha wants readers of her books to step outside the box and read with imagination. She wants them reeled in from the front cover to the last word, enjoying every second in between, asking for more. She doesn’t proclaim to be perfect, she just proclaims to be blessed because her motto is ”God’s purpose is bigger than any problem!”

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Crazy About Cameron by Katy Regnery

Katy Regnery
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date of Publication: 9.22.15
ISBN: 978-0-9909003-6-8
Number of pages: 216

Crazy about Cameron is the third of four books about the Philadelphia-based, wildly-handsome
Winslow brothers who are all on the look-out for love.

(Say what? Not so much...Brooks and Pres are OFF. THE. MARKET, and Chris is so distracted
with his campaign, he can't see what - or who - is right under his nose.)

With her stiff posture, black-rimmed glasses and chestnut waves in a tight bun, Cameron
Winslow’s downstairs neighbor, Margaret Story, has long been the unaware star of his filthiest
dirty-librarian fantasies. But with a floundering business eating up all his time, Cam doesn’t have
the open road he’d need to date a lady like Margaret.

Margaret, who grew up down the road from Cameron, has always thought of him as a cross
between a bully and a tease, as likely to pull her braids as pull her leg. But he’s grown up to be a
smokin’ hot businessman, and Margaret can't help daydreaming about what it would feel like to
be under, um, with someone like him.

When hot-headed Cameron and buttoned-up Margaret start using the same shady contractor for
apartment renovations, Margaret may find herself in some unexpected trouble, which forces
long-hidden feelings to come out of hiding...and might just make way for two unlikely fantasies
to finally come true.

Return to the world created in the English Brothers books with this fresh foursome of scorching
hot Winslow Brothers!

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Frankly, Cameron wasn’t sure if he was talking about the wine or about her. 
She seemed so different tonight: less stiff, more soft. Less cautious, younger and, Christ,
sexier, too. Was it just being in her own space that had wrought such a change in her? It made him wonder what space she inhabited on a daily basis that made her seem so tense and sharp all the time. 
From the moment he walked through the door, he’d known that maintaining his thin veneer of disregard was going to be impossible. The way her huge brown eyes had widened, doelike and soft, as she gazed up at him? He was a goner. He’d gladly stand in her doorway forever if she’d look up at him like that for the rest of his life. 
And of course he had to torture himself by wondering if those eyes went all wide and soft as she climaxed . . . or did she close them as her lips parted in ecstasy? Likely goddamned fucking Olson knew the answers to both questions, and it made Cameron’s blood boil. 
He glanced over at her as she lifted the wineglass to her face, bending her head just a little, her eyes closing slowly as she inhaled the smell of the wine. She was a fucking work of art, this woman, and—Holy Christ!—the way she’d just purred “Ahhh, this one”? He was glad the denim of his jeans was still thick and new. Hopefully it would keep the fabric from tenting. 
He watched, mesmerized, as she righted her head. Her eyes were still closed, but her voice was warm as honey, slow and smooth, as she murmured, “Candied black fruit. Spice.” She dipped her head again, and his mind went to filthy places watching it bob beside him. “Mmm. Fresh herbs. Kirsch. Oak. Mmm,” she sighed. “Heaven.” 
And, oh fuck, even the hardest of hard denim wasn’t going to be able to combat the rush of blood that swelled his cock, pumping it longer and harder in his jeans with every word she whispered. 
Cameron thought he was worldly. He thought he knew what sexy was. Five seconds ago, he would have answered it was a naked woman, spread eagle and willing on his bed, her skin flushed, her pupils dilated, her pussy hot and tight, ready to suck him forward and beg him to finish inside. But he’d known fuckall about sexy until Right. This. Minute. Because Margaret Story—perched on the edge of her couch in a sweater dress that covered most of her body, her doe eyes closed, her pillowed lips making love to a glass of wine—had just officially blown Cameron’s mind. 
Whoever he’d always thought she was? He was wrong. She wasn’t some sheltered librarian who needed him to come along and unleash her wild side. She wasn’t some helpless field mouse whom he’d swoop down on and catch in his teeth. Though she was self-contained, she was also passionate. She was sensuous and sexy as fuck without even trying, without even knowing, just because she was sitting there breathing, smelling like lilacs, and telling him what made a good wine great.

Award-winning and Amazon bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract for a winter romance entitled By Proxy.

Now a hybrid author who publishes both independently and traditionally, Katy claims authorship
of the six-book Heart of Montana series, the six-book English Brothers series, and a Kindle Worlds novella entitled Four Weddings and a Fiasco: The Wedding Date. Katy’s short story “The Long Way Home” appears in the first Romance Writers of America anthology, Premiere, and she has published two stand-alone novels, Playing for Love at Deep Haven and the Amazon bestseller The Vixen and
the Vet, which is book one in Katy’s a m o d e r n f a i r y t a l e collection. The Vixen and the Vet
was nominated for a RITA® Award in 2015.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, and two dogs create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

Upcoming (2015) Projects:

Campaigning for Christopher - available 11.17.15
(The Winslow Brothers #4)

Marrying Mr. English- available December 2015
(The English Brothers)

Ginger’s Heart, a modern fairytale (2016)

Katy LOVES connecting with her readers and answers every e-mail, message, tweet, andpost personally! 
Click below to connect with Katy!

Very In Pieces by Megan Frazer Blakemore

Very in Pieces
Publisher: HarperTeen
Release Date: September 29th 2015
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary, Realistic Fiction


Very Sales-Woodruff is done being a good girl. Done being the only responsible one in a family that’s unraveling. Done being the obliging girlfriend in a relationship that’s sinking. Done saying no to what she wants—like Dominic, her rebellious classmate.

With her mom’s drinking, her dad’s extended absences from home, and her younger sister, Ramona, running wild, the path Very has always seen for herself doesn’t seem to matter anymore. At the same time, Very’s grandmother, a poet known less for her work and more for her exploits with the likes of Andy Warhol and Arthur Miller, is slipping away.

If everything else can fall to pieces, why can’t she?

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Megan Frazer Blakemore is an author for children and young adults. She lives with her husband and children in Maine. She has worked in both school and public libraries, and is currently pursuing a doctorate in library science at Simmons SLIS.

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Once Upon A Savage Moon by Keta Diablo

Falling In Deep Collection

Falling in Deep Collection
by Various Authors
Release Date: September 21, 2015

Synopsis ~

Our collection includes fourteen unique mermaid tales with over 900 pages of enchanting stories
from award-winning and best-selling authors!

From mermaids to sirens, Miami to Athens, dark paranormal romance to contemporary stories
with steam, the fourteen award-winning and best-selling authors of the FALLING IN DEEP
COLLECTION are bringing you mermaid tales like you've never seen before. Are you ready to
fall in deep?

Scales by Pauline Creeden

Ink: A Mermaid Romance by Melanie Karsak

Of Ocean and Ash by A. R. Draeger

Deep Breath by J. M. Miller

At the Heart of the Deep by Carrie Wells

The Mermaid's Den by Ella Malone

 The Water is Sweeter by Eli Constant

The Glass Mermaid by Poppy Lawless

An Officer & a Mermaid by Blaire Edens

How to be a Mermaid by Erin Hayes

Cold Water Bridegroom by B. Brumley

Immersed by Katie Hayoz

Siren's Kiss by Margo Bond Collins

To Each His Own by Anna Albergucci

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**The Falling in Deep Collection is on sale for $0.99 through
September 28th**

Excerpt ~

Title: At the Heart of the Deep

Author: Carrie L Wells

I caught sight of his cut, thought a moment, and swam away. He floated there, treading
water and wondering what would happen next. At that point, his face conveyed the pain in his
side. I watched an intense sting replace what I knew of the original burning sensation of a coral
abrasion, and the open wound spilled into the ocean at a steady pace.

Conceivably, I had underestimated the severity of the cut. Maybe the coral cut deeper
than I thought. The blood clouded the water surrounding him, and now the problem remained of
how to take the injured man across the reef without doing further damage. We still needed to
cross at least two miles and climb a rocky beach. Or did we?

Before he had time to contemplate any other option, I approached him from below. I
swam up to him slowly, and he did nothing. He didn’t dive to meet me or attempt to swim away.
He hung vertically in the water, waiting.

He must have felt me before he could clearly see me. The water shifted as I neared, my
physicality changing the flow of the ocean around me. He knew I was there, but he didn’t dive
below. Was he afraid? Too hurt to move? Instead, he stayed still, moving as little as possible,
allowing my approach, and keeping the blood loss at a minimum.

I moved below him and then up, along his body, until my head emerged from the inky blue water
and he stared into my eyes. He let out a fast gasp and quickly sank below the surface.

Author Interview ~

The Water is Sweeter

Interview with Author Eli Constant

1. What is your favorite mermaid story or myth?

It’s funny; I mean, I grew up with the traditional Hans Christian Anderson version of the Little
Mermaid and it always made me sad. Each sister before the littlest mermaid waited patiently until
she was old enough to experience the world above the water. They each came back with beautiful
stories, but they always came back. They returned to their home after witnessing wonderfulthings. The littlest mermaid was impatient, as we all are- wanting to grow up and then once we
have grown up, wanting to return to the novelty of youth- and when her time comes, she’s built
this amazing vision in her head of what the dry world is like.

And then she saves a prince. And she is willing to give up everything to be with him, because if
he loves her enough, more than anything else in the world, she gains a soul. So she abandons her
mermaid’s tail and her long life span, even though she is warned that it will bring her nothing but

But I always thought that the sea was the little mermaid’s soul. And she gave that up, devoted
every ounce of her being to winning the Prince’s hand, who would never love her.
And then she’s faced with killing her Prince or dying.

She chooses death, but finds life again in the sky.

How f***ing depressing is that?

So, I hate the traditional Little Mermaid. But, wait, I was supposed to say what was my favorite
mermaid story or myth?

Well, I sort of liked J.K. Rowling’s interpretation of mermaids… Yeah, they were cool. Of
course, I did ascribe to the happier version of a mermaid in The Water is Sweeter to balance out
Lena’s suicidal mindset.

2. What was the inspiration for your mermaid novella?


I’ve been a certified diver since the age of 14 (thanks, Dad!) and I always found that being in the
water diving helped me separate myself from things that were going wrong in my life. I took that
concept and I expanded on it, which makes The Water is Sweeter a deeply personal piece. At its
core, it’s about an orphaned woman who realizes her fiancé is abusive, but she desperately clings
to the idea of family. When she tries to kill herself, she finds that she’s plunged into an
alter-reality beneath the waves. 

3. Cast your characters. 
If your novella was made into a movie, who would play your main characters?

An actress playing Lena would 
1) have to look great with maroon hair and 
2) be adept at playing ‘beautifully broken’. 
I think my top pick would be Rose Leslie. She has a fierce strength, but is wonderful at deep emotion. 

For Truman, I’d want someone who could play the pretentious, entitled asshole, but also being devilishly sexy. Maybe Tom Hiddleston. 

For Vera, I’d definitely want Alfre Woodard; she’s amazing.

4. What was most challenging thing writing about mermaids?

I wanted the details to feel real, to force my readers to plunge into the water and experience what
Lena was experiencing. I didn’t want to be too over-the-top with shimmering green tails and
other Disney-esque details. I wanted balance. That was difficult as I’ve been so inundated with
the happier version of mermaids. The hardest thing though was getting into the mind of a woman
who truly feels that suicide might be preferable to living. It’s a dark place. I’ve been there and it
jolts the psyche.

5. Ursula or Ariel?

Ursula, hands down. I loved the most recent season of Once Upon a Time. Villains need to win
every now and then. And Ursula was so wonderfully conniving in the Disney movie (she was less
so in the original HCA story, actually warning the littlest mermaid of what trading in her tail
would bring).

6. What else should we know about your novella?

It has a lot of ugliness in it- flashbacks to an abusive foster home, the reality of
psychological/verbal abuse in a relationship. If you’re going to read it, be ready to read all of it,
not just the happy bits under the sea. 

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