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Exile's Quest Audiobook

 

Exile's Quest

Assassins of Landria Book 4

by Gail Z. Martin

Narrated by Samuel Roukin

Genre: Epic Fantasy

The fourth in the Assassins of Landria series from the award-winning, bestselling author of Scourge: A Novel of Darkhurst and the Chronicles of the Necromancer.

A vacant throne. A dark mystic intent on the crown. Two fugitive assassins risking everything to save the kingdom that exiled them.

Rule-breaking, unconventional assassins Joel “Ridge” Breckenridge and Garrett “Rett” Kennar are caught between dangerous allies and deadly enemies as the future of Landria hangs in the balance. The council of regents controlled by the Witch Lord threatens the succession after King Kristoph’s murder. Rett escaped his brutal captors scarred in body and mind. Now he’s struggling to control the untested powers unleashed by his ordeal and dream walks to a hidden cloister full of forbidden magic. Falsely accused of treason, Ridge hunts the mage who damaged Rett and uncovers a terrifying new threat.

Can a desperate gamble by outlaws and exiles avenge the king and save the crown?

Exile’s Quest is an action-packed epic adventure filled with loyal friends, honorable fugitives, secret sanctuaries, hidden magic, and unexpected explosions.

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Gail Z. Martin writes urban fantasy, epic fantasy, steampunk and more for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL Publishing and Darkwind Press. Urban fantasy series include Deadly Curiosities and the Night Vigil (Sons of Darkness). Epic fantasy series include Darkhurst, the Chronicles Of The Necromancer, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant Kingdoms Saga, and the Assassins of Landria.

Together with Larry N. Martin, she is the co-author of Iron & Blood, Storm & Fury (both Steampunk/alternate history), the Spells Salt and Steel comedic horror series, the Roaring Twenties monster hunter Joe Mack Shadow Council series, and the Wasteland Marshals near-future post-apocalyptic series. As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with the Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow series. Gail is also a con-runner for ConTinual, the online, ongoing multi-genre convention that never ends.

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Calm & Sense

 

 

Calm & Sense:

A Woman's Guide To Living Anxiety-Free

by Wendy Leeds

Genre: Nonfiction, Self-Help, Health & Wellness 

Written by a licensed psychotherapist who knows what it’s like to be anxious, Calm & Sense brings you a broad range of tools for dealing with your anxiety, including: Sound psychological approaches that offer you guidance you can trust; Physical techniques so you can address your anxiety anytime, anywhere; Feasible lifestyle changes to help you avoid many of your anxiety triggers. It also gives voice to stories drawn from the experiences of women who have faced anxiety and learned to manage it successfully. Distinctive in its approach, Calm & Sense is a practical, well-researched resource designed to help women of all ages deal with their anxiety. It is a rare book in that it specifically targets women’s unique needs, offering up-to-date research on all aspects of women’s anxiety, from its causes to its impact, and the women-specific techniques that work best to ease it.

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Wendy Leeds is a licensed psychotherapist with a deep interest in giving voice to anxious women everywhere. She is focused on providing a safe place where women can share their fears, and she is working to support those women with up-to-date research and resources for women of all ages. 

As a cancer survivor, she knows what it’s like to face both anxiety and trauma and come out the other side. She’s presently working on a book to share her experience and expertise.

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Eclipsing Hearts

 

 

Eclipsing Hearts

A Fated Mates RH Romance Collection

Genre: Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance 

Why choose one when you can have over twenty superb PARANORMAL REVERSE HAREMS that will leave you begging for more. Binge read this set brought to you by twenty amazing authors that are sure to be your next favorite.

This is a must read if you love:
Fated Mates
Enemies to Lovers
Royalty
Second Chance Romances
Vampires and Werewolves (and many other paranormal creatures)

With everything from slow burn to steamy, you’re sure to find something for you.

Scroll up now and one click for all the romance.

May contain MM/FF and/or triggering situations.

Includes titles by the following authors:

Dora Blume
Sedona Ashe
C.E. Lashua
Lucy Scott Bryan
Solo Storm
C.A. King
Rhylie Matthews
Kassandra Cross
Sherry D. Ficklin
Leann Castellanos
Sky Purington
Helena Novak
Chelsii Klein
Reese Spenser
Rachelley Bean
Angela Nicole Chu
Isabeau Moon
Megan J. Parker
Margo Bond Collins

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Liberty

by C.A. King

She was the law on the run, hiding from the danger past arrests brought with them, searching for a new place to call home. The Old Pass held promise... at first. That was until they came into her life. Now, everyone saw her as compromised in more than one way and by more than one man.

It didn’t matter if her judgment was clouded. Other clans could take their Justice... their pursuit of happiness. Once the pack had a taste of Liberty, they knew what was worth fighting for. She was their everything, and no one, no matter how powerful, was going to change that.

I was diagnosed with clinical depression after the loss of my mother, father and husband within three years of each other; all to cancer. 24/7 in-home care, coupled with the loss I felt, left its mark on my psyche.

Depression takes up a lot of my life. Reading and writing are the only things I have found that help (in connection with regular medication), even if only for a short time. To escape to a different world can make a big difference in my mood in real time.

To put things in perspective, when I was at my lowest point, I couldn't open mail, talk on the phone, or even drive to the store. Walls of sadness surrounded me. As they closed in, tears would fall. There didn't need to be a reason or trigger.

People ask me why I started writing. My answer is simple: I wanted to create a world into which other people with similar problems could escape. I wanted to share the one place that had helped me for many years.

I have always said that as long as one person finds a little bit of happiness out of my books, I am, in my opinion, an accomplished author. The same is true for every writer out there. Please don't ever let anyone tell you different.

I read books as well as write them and have visited the worlds many different authors have created. Those worlds not only make me feel better, but give me the strength to face real life again. I want to thank everyone who writes—I want them to know they are making a difference.

Fast forward to today...

C.A. King, USA Today Bestselling Author has over 60 books available across multiple fantasy sub-genres.

Awards include:

Hamilton Spectator Readers' Choice Award in the Best Local Author category 2017 & 2018 & 2019

Brant News Readers' Choice Award: Best Local Author 2017 

Readers' Favorite International Book Awards: Best Novella/Short Story 2017 Silver medal

2017 SIBA Awards - Best Novella

2017 SIBA Awards - Best New Adult

2018 Readers' Favorite International Book Awards: Gold Medal in the Fiction - Supernatural genre

2018 Readers' Favorite International Book Awards: Bronze Medal in the Fiction - New Adult genre

2019 Readers' Favorite Gold Medal Winner in the Fiction - Supernatural genre

2019 Readers' Favorite Gold Medal Winner in the Young Adult - Fantasy - Urban genre

City of Brantford Featured Artist February 2020

Burlington Post Readers' Choice Award in the Best Local Author Category 2020

Toronto Star Readers' Choice Award in the Best Local Author Category 2020

Cambridge Times Readers' Choice Award in the Best Local Author Category 2020

Burlington Post Readers' Choice Award in the Best Local Author Category 2021

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The Alien Bride Lottery

 

 

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Alien Bride Lottery, Volume 1

The Khanavai Warriors Alien Bride Games Books 1-3

by Margo Bond Collins

Genre: SciFi Romance 

Get the complete first season of the Alien Bride Lottery in this collection!

Entered in the Alien Bride Lottery: There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery. But it takes only one.

Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

And even if your name is drawn, the odds are slim that you’ll match up with an alien who’s looking for a mate. Most of the lottery-drawn women come back to Earth every year and resume their lives as if nothing changed. But some don’t. And no matter what, getting drawn in the Lottery means you have to compete in the Bride Games. Guess that's where I'm heading now. I only hope I can avoid catching the eye of one of the giant, rainbow-hued brutes whose mission is to protect Earth—and who can claim me as a mate. All because I was Entered in the Alien Bride Lottery…

Captured for the Alien Bride Lottery: I refused to be in the Bride Lottery—so now I’m a runaway bride.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth’s leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I’d grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft, women registered for the Bride Lottery.No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they’d send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back. Never did I expect that he’d be devastatingly attractive. Or that we’d have to go on the run from the evil Horde trying to destroy both our planets. Now that we’re together, can I ever run away again? And could he really hand me over to the Bride Games to be taken by another warrior? Because I think I might be falling in love…

Claimed for the Alien Bride Lottery: I thought I’d escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong.

I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. But then a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they’re supposedly over, I’m back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it’ll make for good television back home. I just hope I can resist him long enough to get back to Earth, to the people I love. And that I can keep him from learning my most desperate secret. The odds aren’t looking good, though…

PLUS Christmas for the Alien Bride Lottery:

When Lola graduates from college a semester early, she’s left without a job or even any real prospects. She takes a holiday position working as a Christmas Elf at the local mall, only to learn to loathe all things Christmas.
So when her name is drawn for the Alien Bride Lottery’s new “Holiday Special,” she’s almost relieved. Until she meets Valtin, the Khanavai warrior who has decided to make her his own. He’s fascinated with human holiday traditions, especially Christmas.
Can a cranky Christmas Elf and an overeager alien male find the magic of the season together?


Every book in the Khanavai Warrior Bride Games series is a standalone romance. Join these brides as they find a whole new world of happily ever afters.

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USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between "hanged" and "hung," turned to writing romance novels instead. She now writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction romance. Sometimes her heroines kiss aliens, sometimes they kill monsters. But they always aim for the heart.

You can learn more about her books at www.MargoBondCollins.net

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Chasing Tarzan

 

Chasing Tarzan

by Catherine Forster

Genre: YA Memoir

In the 1960s, a relentless school bully makes Catherine's life a living hell. She retreats inward, relying on a rich fantasy life––swinging through the jungle wrapped in Tarzan’s protective arms––and fervent prayers to a God she does not trust. She fasts until she feels faint, she ties a rough rope around her waist as penance, hoping God will see her worthy of His help.

As the second of eight children, Catherine is Mommy’s little helper, and like Mommy, Catherine is overwhelmed. The bullying and the adult responsibilities together foment her anger. She starts smacking her siblings, and becomes her younger sister’s nemesis. Spooked by who she is becoming, Catherine vows to escape for real, before she hurts someone—or herself.

Catherine finds salvation in a high school exchange program: new town, new school, new family, new persona. A passport celebrity. In New Zealand, nobody knows her history or her fears. Except for her Kiwi “mum,” who sees through Catherine’s façade and pulls her out from her inner safe-house.

Exposed, her sense of self implodes. Catherine must finally rethink who she is.

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Catherine Forster is an artist, filmmaker, and writer living in the Pacific Northwest ... at the moment. Her work and love of travel have led her to six continents, including Sub-Saharan African, the source of her childhood fantasies. She still holds a fondness for Tarzan, but when trekking in the bush, hiking mountain trails, or exploring a new city, she prefers the company of her beloved husband Kevin.

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"I Was Just a Radioman"

 

   

"I Was Just a Radioman”

 

December 7^th started like any other Sunday in the service for me. Since it was my day off, I slept in, which means I didn’t have breakfast. I was planning on going to a later mass at the Chapel and just wanted to enjoy a lazy day, eat a quick lunch afterwards, and shoot the bull with the guys.

I remember being slightly aggravated because there was so much noise and I was being rudely awakened from a wonderfully sound sleep.

Everything seemed muffled at first and then the next thing that I heard was a loud noise. I practically fell out of bed, and jumped up to see what was going on. As I ran toward the window, someone said that we were being attacked by the Japs. 

You have to understand, all of this took seconds, split seconds that seemed to be in slow motion— watching a train wreck that couldn’t be stopped. Every second was engraved in my eyes and brain as each movement was pulling me forward.

I ran to the balcony in my shorts where I had an excellent view of the harbor. The unmistakable sound of multiple airplane bombers coming at us thundered in my ears. 

Looking up, I could see large formations of aircraft going to other targets. As I turned my head to look over the harbor, the Jap torpedo planes and dive bombers had a nice clean run at the Battleships.

With each drop of their torpedoes and bombs, I could feel the percussion of the explosions as they annihilated everything on Battleship row. 

Some of the men on the ships were firing back, but it was a losing battle. Without any opposition, the Japs had everything going their way. 

It was damned sad. 

The clear air over the harbor was encompassed with smoke, and the clean water was turning black with oil.

Those of us in the barracks knew we had to get down to the squadron and report in. I don’t remember when I grabbed my clothes, or how I managed to dress while I was watching the destruction unfold before my eyes.

As I slipped in my shoes, a bright flash blinded me. Looking over toward Battleship Row, flames were licking the oil in the harbor.

 Just about that time there was another large explosion and I could see the Arizona was on fire. The black smoke from her went straight up into the sky. The Battleships tied up at Ford Island were starting to settle to the bottom. 

Our squadron was about a half mile from the barracks. On our way down the road leading to our squadron, we’d ducked for cover a few times. After the Japs dropped their bombs they started strafing.

Someone would yell and we’d hit the dirt. You could see them coming with their guns firing, but we all reported in without anyone getting hit.

The dry docks across the harbor from our barracks were in flames. I hadn’t known it then, but the USS Downes was one of the ships that was hit. (The Downes was in dry dock at the time Pearl was bombed.)

Our squadron and all the planes that we had parked two days ago were destroyed. The hanger we shared with VP21 had a couple of large gaping holes. 

Since we were still under attack, the strafing aircraft kept us moving as quickly as possible. We had to get the burning planes away from the ones that weren’t on fire. 

All of a sudden it was dead silent. There was an eerie stillness, a numbness after hearing all the explosions. All I could see around the harbor was burning ships. There were a lot of small whale boats and fishing boats picking up men from the oil blackened water. 

The smell was something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. The stench of burning oil and destruction…

Someone from our squadron suggested for me to set up a fifty caliber machine gun in one of the PBY’s. He asked if I’d ever shot one and I said no. 

I learned real quick how to shoot one. 

We moved the PBY over to the opening of the hanger, positioning it so we could shoot and protect the airplane as much as possible.

We ended up relieving each other, taking turns being on look-out, etc. I was on the ground after we loaded the machine gun.

Just about then the Japs returned. This time they were doing a lot more strafing. When the Jap planes started coming in our direction, we started firing the fifty that we’d just loaded. 

How a handful of seconds could feel like eternity, I don’t know. But it sure felt like an eternity to me. All I could do was stand near the opening of the hanger, watch, and point to any aircraft coming our way. 

I’ll tell you right now, when they came back the second time around, anyone that had a gun was firing it. 

During all this mess, the USS Nevada, which had gotten up steam was coming up the channel, and ran itself into a sandbar in the middle of the harbor on purpose. I think they did it so the ship wouldn’t sink in the harbor, and foul up the channel. 

When the strafing ended, they mentioned the men from the ships would be needing clothing. I left the squadron area and went up to the barracks to open my locker. 

For some reason or other, I went through the mess hall. 

That was a huge mistake. I just couldn’t seem to get this out of my head. 

Every table in the mess hall had a body on it. They were all covered with oil and blood. The medics were working as fast as they could to help and relieve their pain. Seeing this, watching the medics, kicked in the reality of what was happening around me. 

I swear I started sweating it out right there. 

I ran to my locker and brought down everything I could spare. Handing them to the guy who was collecting the items for the sailors, I turned to the squadron leader for more direction. 

He had everyone moving planes around and cleaning up the hanger. We broke out the thirty and fifty caliber ammo, and started linking them in belts so we’d be ready for when they came back. Most of us couldn’t believe how old the ammo was (WW1), and we all hoped they’d work. 

Our ships were gone. 

All the ships that’d been tied up at Ford Island were on the bottom of the harbor or close to it. Men were putting out the fires, and starting the pumps to get the water out. After taking inventory of what happened on Ford Island, it told us the Japs had knocked out all our Battleships, and two of them went belly up. 

Over in the dry dock area, billowing smoke was visible from the ships that were hit. The USS Arizona was still smoking, its forward mast was starting to bend because of the intense heat. 

It was a complete loss.

The fishing and whale boats from the island residents were still cruising the harbor, trying to save whoever was left, picking up bodies, and taking pictures. 

All three PBY squadrons VP22, 23, and 24 lost most of their planes. My squadron, the VP22 didn’t have any planes that were able to fly. All three squadrons were crippled. 

The Japs had hit outside of the hanger we shared with VP 21, and also disabled all of our planes on the ramp. 

We had nothing left and would have to wait for replacements from the States, for planes and ships to be built before we could defend ourselves. 

Time was a factor we couldn’t control.

The day went by pretty fast, they kept us busy doing a little of this and that. When evening rolled around we ate some dry sandwiches. So much had happened that it wasn’t until then I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. Dry as they were, those sandwiches tasted good. 

They mentioned there was a water truck on the strip so Red (Bob Hagensen) and I went looking. As we were out on the strip, with a blink of an eye, the sky lit up with gunfire. 

There was a spattering of gunfire everywhere, all day, and I think I was finally scared. I don’t think I had time to be scared earlier that morning. There was no time to think, just time to do. 

Red and I couldn’t find the water tank. We had to beat it back to the squadron area once the gunfire had started again. 

We found out later a few of our own planes were trying to land at Ford.

It was pretty late by this time and the word came down that we might as well turn in for the night. 

 

One of approximately thirty non-Native American code talkers, I Was Just a Radioman is about the true life WW2 experiences, memoirs, of Chief ARM Henry P. Lawrence−a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran. 

Chief ARM Henry P. Lawrence was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, three Air Medals, the Navy Unit Citation, the Philippine Liberation Medal, and Air Crew wings with three stars. He was authorized a total of seven stars on his Asian Pacific Ribbon. He returned home in 1945 as Chief ARM. He was also recommended for the Silver Star, but that was not awarded.

After the war, Henry P. Lawrence spent another eighteen years in the Navy Reserves, leaving the service as a Master Chief Petty Officer.

 

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