Shadows & Spellcraft – featuring CASSANDRA PAGE

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Isla's Inheritance

Isla was content to let her father keep his secrets, but now she can’t stand the touch of iron and her dreams are developing a life of their own.

Seventeen-year-old Isla Blackman only agrees to participate in a Halloween séance because Dominic, an old crush, wants to. She is sure nothing will happen when they try to contact her mother’s spirit. But the séance receives a chilling reply.

SHE IS NOT DEAD.

Isla doesn’t want to upset her father by prying into the family history he never discusses. When the mysterious and unearthly Jack offers to help her discover the truth, Isla must master her new abilities to protect her loved ones from enemies she never knew existed.

About the Author

Cassandra Page is a mother, author, editor and geek. She lives in Canberra, Australia’s bush capital, with her son and two Cairn Terriers. She has a serious coffee addiction and a tattoo of a cat—despite being allergic to cats. She has loved to read since primary school, when the library was her refuge, and loves many genres, all of them speculative fiction. When she’s not reading or writing, she engages in geekery, from Doctor Who to AD&D. Because who said you need to grow up?

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Shadows And Spellcraft

The Ultimate Urban Fantasy Binge Collection

A boxed set with over a dozen amazing reads, that will take you to lost worlds, fall in love with unlikely heroes, and kick some butt with no-nonsense chicks. With a collection that includes New Adult romance, urban fantasy, and Young Adult, there’s something for everyone.

Each story is exclusive to this collection, and includes some shiny new stories from USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.

If you love to binge on stories that take you away from the ordinary, this boxed set of fifteen books will keep you reading for days. It’s stuffed with vampires, shifters, mages, fae, ghosts and more in everything from modern day Earth to Apocalyptic settings. Bury your nose in this box set now. Order your copy of SHADOWS AND SPELLCRAFT NOW

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Shadows & Spellcraft – featuring LAURA GREENWOOD

Shadows and Spellwork has your copy of Shattered Illusions by Laura Greenwood plus over a dozen more reads at the amazing pre-order price of $.99! Order your copy today!

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Don’t get in the way of me and my sai. At least, not if you’re a vampire. That’s a quick way to end up dead.

My name is Ashryn Barker, and I’m a vampire hunter. One of the best in fact.
I also have a secret. One I can never tell anyone else. When I look someone in the eyes, I can see their deepest secret, the one hidden behind the illusion they show the world.

My name is Ashryn Barker, and I’m here to shatter your illusions.

Author Bio

Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal romance, reverse harem, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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Shadows And Spellcraft

The Ultimate Urban Fantasy Binge Collection

A boxed set with over a dozen amazing reads, that will take you to lost worlds, fall in love with unlikely heroes, and kick some butt with no-nonsense chicks. With a collection that includes New Adult romance, urban fantasy, and Young Adult, there’s something for everyone.

Each story is exclusive to this collection, and includes some shiny new stories from USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.

If you love to binge on stories that take you away from the ordinary, this boxed set of fifteen books will keep you reading for days. It’s stuffed with vampires, shifters, mages, fae, ghosts and more in everything from modern day Earth to Apocalyptic settings. Bury your nose in this box set now. Order your copy of SHADOWS AND SPELLCRAFT NOW

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Shadows and Spellcraft

CARA is Coming Back!

Hi There,

Happy Sunday to everyone. 🙂

For you CARA fans out there, Cara is coming back in CARA: The Beginning, which is the prequel to CARA. You will learn even more of her backstory and get to watch history unfold. I know Cara is one hell of a girl, but did she always have a dark soul? You’ll see. 🙂

The release date will be announced very soon.

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The Groundskeeper – COMING SOON!

Hi Guys,

Just wanted to announce that the eighth book in my Cornelius Saga series is coming soon. I’m currently working on ‘The Groundskeeper’ and having a lot of fun with it. ‘Death of an Angel’ was released two days ago and am happy that it’s been well received; thanks to all my readers out there. I really appreciate you! xo xo

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The Groundskeeper (Cornelius book 8)

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Death of an Angel – Released Today!

A devastating accident on the highway will change things forever.

Will a member of the Cullen family stare death right in Death of an Angel (Cornelius book 7) 3the face?

Mira and Rosie Cullen are no strangers to the elements of the Supernatural — some terrifying and some not so much. But in this episode of The Cornelius Saga, one of them will see the face of an entity none of us – dead or alive – wishes we would ever see!

If you’re not a fan of Mira and Little Rosie Cullen yet, you don’t know what you’re missing! Don’t take Tanya’s word for it. Read the reviews starting with her number 1 bestseller Cornelius.

What readers think of this bestselling series:

* “Omg loved it. Have been reading so many zombie, every body dies type stories, this picked me right up.” Review of book one ‘Cornelius’

* “‘Cornelius’ captured and held my interest, I did not put the book down until I read the entire book.”

* “The writer has an upbeat way of telling the story that draws you in to caring about the characters. Her style is clear and simple, reminding me of times long gone by and of my own childhood and family.” – Review of book two ‘Cornelius’ Revenge’

* “Did not want it to end. It was that good!” – Review of book three ‘Cara’

* “’We See No Evil’ takes the reader on one more exciting Cullen adventure. Another winner by Tanya R. Taylor!” – Review of book four ‘We See No Evil’

* “Would love to see this book turned into a movie or television series. There are so many twists and turns to keep you wanting more. Glad I bought it.” – Review of book five ‘THE CONTRACT: Murder in The Bahamas’

* “Another clever tale by Tanya R. Taylor. Once again this author has proved what a great story teller she is!” – Review of Book six ‘The Lost Children of Atlantis’

 

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Chapter One

A light drizzle spotted the dusty yard late that July afternoon. The small, blue house with wood siding was one of several on the four-acre land. Holding the tiny package wrapped in an off-white sheet, Marceline surreptitiously mounted the porch. She glanced around before carefully resting its delicate content directly in front of the old screen door whose rusty hinges had left the lower part slightly lopsided. Standing up again, she knocked on the front window as loudly as she could, then glanced around one last time before taking off into the distance. She ran as fast as she could in the rain that had now picked up intensity.

Inside the house remained quiet until the sound of footsteps approached the front room. The package lying at the door made a stir after the knocking, but there was no further activity. Through the screen door, Clea Jean immediately saw the rolled up sheet on the porch, and standing just inches away from the door, she noticed a slight stir coming from it which caused her to jerk. She aimed for a better look, unaware of what the mysterious package could possibly be; a series of unhealthy thoughts crowded her mind.

“Pierre, come here!” she cried, still staring through the screen.

A boy appeared moments later. He was fairly tall for his age and on the slim side. Also, he did not look a day below sixteen, although he had just a week prior seen his twelfth birthday. His eyes caught hold of what had drawn Clea’s attention. “What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Could be some kind of voodoo trap.”

Pierre shook his head, thinking his mother was far too superstitious and also generally bad-minded, always believing the worst.

He saw a stir in the sheet. “It moved!” he exclaimed.

Then they heard a weak cry and Clea quickly opened the door and stooped next to it. She unwrapped the sheet only to find a partially clad infant grimacing, then the crying continued.

“It’s a baby!” Clea blurted, wide-eyed.

Pierre had joined her on the porch, and was gazing at the child. Clea carefully picked it up, and she and her son scanned the large property.

“Whose baby is it?” Pierre asked.

“How would I know? You saw me pick it up. Did you see someone here when I picked it up?”

Pierre didn’t perceive the question worthy of a response. “It’s white,” he said.

“Not white — half white,” Clea corrected him. She was still scanning the vicinity and no one was outside as far as she could see. “Let’s get it in before she catches a cold.”

She gently rested the baby on the couch, then she and Pierre stood staring at it as if in a daze.

“She’s got a dimple, Mommy, and her hair is so pretty.” He reached down to touch the baby.

Clea slapped his hand.

“Ow!”

“Don’t touch it on its head! You just used the bathroom, boy.”

“I washed my hands, Mommy. You don’t think I know I must wash my hands after using the toilet?”

Clea gave him a feisty look as he again reached down to touch the baby’s head.

“You be careful, ya hear? She’s not a rugged boy like you.”

Pierre glanced at his mother, then focused again on the texture of the baby’s jet-black curls. The child’s eyes were darting across the room, but paid much attention to the teenager smiling down at her. Clea observed with an austere look.

She was in her late forties and life had not been easy in the village set on the tropical island of Nervesta. Neither had it been for many of her neighbors – immigrants who shared the common ground upon which their clapboard houses sat. Heavy rains on the low-lying property often posed a colossal nuisance, especially for Clea who generally found less to appreciate and much to complain about. Those closest to her swore she contended with OCD, despite not having a specific name for it. Instead, they referred to her as “picky”; sometimes “particular”; other times just “crazy”. Born and bred in Haiti, she found herself in the village where her husband, Jacques, also a Haitian refugee, resided before they were married. When he upped and left, she remained.

Pierre quickly shut the main door from the sudden downpour of rain.

“When it stops, we have to find out who had the nerve to leave an infant on my porch,” Clea said angrily. “I wonder what they expect me to do with it!”

Pierre looked at her. “Maybe whoever it was doesn’t want it.”

“So they bring it here—to me? What am I to do with it? Feeding and taking care of you is challenging enough. I swear, boy, when you finish school, you better get a good job and pay me back for all the years I had to invest my hard-earned money in you.”

“Mommy, stop talking foolishness! How can you tell your own son to pay you back for doing what you’re supposed to do as a mother? I didn’t ask to be here, remember?”

Clea fixed her gaze on the boy, temporarily forgetting the child that was now quietly sucking its thumb. “You mean to tell me you gonna just grow up and make your living, and think you don’t owe me nothing for as good as I’ve been to you? I raised you by myself. I worked and slaved for everything you have including those clothes on your back. They don’t belong to you; they belong to me! Ungrateful!”

Pierre shook his head. Clea tended to take things so seriously. “You need to lighten up, Mommy.”

“Lighten up? Lighten up? Where you get this talk from? Mixing with those other children at your school, I bet. You are Haitian. You have pride in your heritage, boy!”

Pierre sighed deeply. “You are going from one thing to the next, Mommy. First of all, I never said I wouldn’t help take care of you when I’m older and secondly, I am proud of my heritage. You think just because I don’t speak like you that I am not proud? I was born here, Mommy. You expect me not to speak like the natives?”

Clea cut her eye at him, then reached down and picked up the baby after she noticed it was getting restless.

“Get a clean sheet and fold it in half over my bed. Let’s lay the baby in my room ‘til the rain stops. It must be hungry.”

Pierre quickly heeded her instructions, then sat next to the bed watching the baby while Clea went into the kitchen.

“How will you feed her?” he asked.

“Don’t you worry. I know just how.” She was back a few minutes later with a small baby bottle filled halfway with milk.

“Where did that come from?”

“You,” she replied, sitting on the bed and scooping the little child into her arms.

“Me?” Pierre was baffled.

The baby sucked the old, light brown plastic nipple eagerly. “She’s starving,” Clea noted.

Pierre looked on. “Yeah and you finally referred to her as she.

“This bottle was yours,” Clea finally revealed. “I kept it all these years.”

“Why? You wanted more children?”

“No. No more children. You know I don’t throw away hardly anything. And it’s a good thing too because if I was any different I wouldn’t be sitting here feeding this child right now. Whoever she belongs to owes me for a can of milk.”

Pierre smiled at the comment. He knew her sour attitude and bossiness were the weapons of mass destruction that drove his father away – first to the bottle, then as far away from her as he could get. He was saddened by news that cirrhosis of the liver finally claimed Jacques’ life and never had a bad word to say about the man that walked out on him and his mother when he was just seven years old.

“You are such a smart woman,” Pierre said.

“I know,” Clea replied. “Tell me, who in this village just had a baby? This child must only be between five or six weeks old and two months.”

Pierre thought for a moment, then called a few names.

“Well, that’s four. If the mother of this child is from this village, one of the four is missing a baby. We’ll find out who it is very soon.”

Chapter Two

 Two hours later…
“Michel!” Clea shouted at the door. Pierre was standing behind her.

Within seconds, the front door screeched open and a tall woman with narrow features appeared on the other side. The look on her face was one of shock as she fixed her gaze downward.

“Is that a baby?” Michel Gilbert asked.

“What does it look like?” Clea brushed past her, inviting herself inside the small, cramped living space. Michel followed her over to the couch and Pierre closed the door after stepping inside.

“That… that looks like…”

“Who?” Clea asked Michel.

Michel’s astonishment overpowered her voice.

“We see we arrived at the right door,” Clea said.

“Marceline left Eva with you?” Michel   probed.

“Not exactly. She left the child on my doorstep, just before the rain came pouring down. What type of human being does that?” Clea made no effort to hide her disgust.

Michel found the chair and slowly descended. “She did that?”

“You’re damn right she did! Where the hell is she?”

“She’s not here. She left already.”

“Left? Left to go where? When is she coming back?” Clea demanded.

Michel shook her head. “She’s not coming back.”

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“The very first instance of a haunted house story making me cry.”

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Each book in this series is a stand-alone.

“The very first instance of a haunted house story making me cry.” – Reviewer

True love will never die. Go on a mysterious adventure with Wade and Mira Cullen, two teenagers who stumbled upon a house with a troubled history and a wandering soul.

Thirteen-year-old Mira is very unhappy at home. She hates the way her emotionally unavailable father treats her mother — a woman who practically worships the ground he walks on.

But things are about to change.

One day, Mira and her brother Wade head out to explore a large, wooded area near their home. They are unaware that their innocent adventure would open up the bowels of history in a most uncanny way. Shortly after their exploration, an uninvited guest invades their personal space. Unsure of what to do, Mira turns to the one source that is bound to have all the answers–a rather unlikely source.

The Plot:

  • A Plantation owner / Slave master
  • Forbidden romance / Illicit affairs
  • Betrayal
  • A brutal history
  • An unexpected visitor
  • Paranormal activity

 

Welcome to the strange world of the Cullen family.

Next book in this stand-alone series is ‘Revenge of Cornelius’ where you meet adorable six-year-old, Rosie, who sees a tall, “friendly” man, but doesn’t realize that she’s in the pathway of an angry ghost with revenge on his mind. Ebook currently FREE!

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Excerpt- Haunted Cruise: The Shakedown

Excerpt: Haunted Cruise: The Shakedown

They all took off down the passageway; the captain hollering behind his officer and Dellie. Bruce shortly made an abrupt, right turn and fumbled at the door of a cabin, quickly entered and locked it. He ventured over to a section of the room near a window and cowered in the corner like a frightened child. Keeping his eyes and the beam of his flashlight affixed to the door, he prayed the prayer he saw himself uttering in the dream. Panic struck him as he recalled the events of his nightmare. He was just like that! Hiding in a small cabin… alone. Then, that scent again — the sickening smell of death pierced through the doorway as a massive pile of ashes. Bruce knew, without a doubt, that he had just said his final prayer.

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