A look at what’s inside…
More by T.M. Franklin
Haunted by terrifying nightmares and certain she’s being watched, college student Ava Michaels finds an unlikely ally in physics tutor Caleb Foster. But Caleb isn’t quite what he seems. In fact, he’s not entirely human, and he’s not the only one.
Together, the duo faces a threat from an ancient race bent on Ava’s capture, and possible extinction. As Ava fights to survive, she learns the world’s not what she thought.
It’s a little bit more.
Horrid by L.C. Ireland
Delta’s family has been cursed. To save them, she makes a deal with the Horrid Witch. If she wishes to break the curse, she must kill an innocent woman. Delta will have to choose between saving her life … and saving her soul.
Fading into the Shadows by Kelly Hashway
Ella Andrews and her best friend, Avery, travel to the world of Stellaris, where they wind up in a battle against the mythological creatures Draco, Serpens, and Scorpius. They’ll have to stop the rogue constellations before Stellaris drains the life out of them and turns them into shadows forever.
Art of Deception by JT Camp
Fallon has one more chance to prove she belongs in Hallowridge. Warren, Grainger, and Abraham are there to make sure she doesn’t. However, when plans go sideways, can Fallon step up to the plate, or will she continue to run?
The Liberty Box by C.A. Gray
The United States is now The Republic of the Americas, and the people are controlled by brainwave technology forcing them to believe that they are prosperous when in reality they are starving. A few rebels know the truth. But can they help to set the others free without losing their own lives in the process?
The Protected Prophecy by Sheri Downing
“We lived the illusion that we were safe. Maybe we beat this thing and could survive, rebuild.”
There was a bigger message behind the scourge that affected any living thing. I’m part of an ancient prophecy that involves the oldest battle to ever exist. Good versus evil.
Lamp of Light by Alex H. Singh
A Queen on the run for her life….
A Stepdaughter with no mercy….
The Murder of the King of Tibethia…
Only the light will prove her innocence…
Warm Spirits by S. E. Walker
Following a lead in a family heirloom, Ariel arrives at 101 Borden Street looking for answers. When her ex-boyfriend shows up, she must rely on friends from both sides of the veil to overcome her past and discover the truth of her family history.
Alys of Asgard by Catherine Banks
Alys knows her presence is throwing the balance in Asgard off-kilter. She moves to Earth, but the transition is not smooth. Soon she realizes her adopted father lied to her, and with all she thought she knew stripped away, it’s time to uncover the truth about who she really is.
Hushed by Shereen Vedam
For two long decades, TAMARA was caught up in a time spell. Awake, aware, not aging, but thoroughly silenced. Once released, she rejects any form of confinement, determined to maintain her freedom at all costs. Now a devious enemy is quietly working to ensure Tamara remains silenced forever.
Summer of Change, Elizabeth’s Story by Sharon Coady
Seventeen-year-old Elizabeth believes in magic. A book about vampires intrigues her into researching the stories. When a stranger contacts her about her haunting dreams she’s thrown into a world where vampires and magic exist along with an all out war against humans.
Excerpt from Summer of Change by Sharon Coady
We have a wonderful life, and a lot of friends. I’ve just always had the feeling that I am missing something somewhere, like I don’t fit in sometimes. I often wonder if I should have been born when magic really did exist in our world.
Bess says she feels like I do about the supernatural. She loves to talk we me about believing in fairies, vampires, werewolves, and witches. Of course, neither of us has ever felt like we could mention any of this to our friends. We figure they would think we were crazy, so we keep it between us. Sometimes our dad’s father would start to tell us stories about fairies, and Grandmother would tell us not to listen to him because they were just tales he made up.
Excerpt from The Protected Prophecy by Sheri Downing
We lie on our stomachs at the top of a hill, and I can’t believe what I see. Hundreds of people stand in front of a barn. It does appear to be a mix of healthy and infected, as the infected stand lopsided and their heads twitch. Ernesto decides we will remain low and crawl into the crowd. We leave our backpacks but not our weapons. He has the M16 on his right shoulder and the other gun on his left. He slides the metal pipe down his pant leg. I move the 9mm to the front of my pants after I check again to make sure I have the safety engaged.
Our adrenaline must be high because it doesn’t take us long to move in position with the others. Standing, I look around me and see tearstained faces of healthy men and women among the sick. One woman opens her mouth to speak, but the upper barn doors fly open revealing three individuals.
“Thank you all for gracing me with your presence,” the male in the middle announces as he lifts his hands in an exaggerated gesture of encompassing everyone.
Glancing at Ernesto, I mouth the word Fritjof, and he nods.
“For today’s enjoyment, I have with me—” He throws his hand in the direction of the woman to his right. Her fear is evident, and it’s heartbreaking. Shoving her, he demands, “Your name?”
The woman rattles off a few sentences in German, and I realize I understand everything she just said. When I glance at Ernesto, his lips purse and one of his eyebrows lifts. It is safe to assume that I can now understand foreign languages? No wonder everyone at Protetta spoke such good English. Another gift of being in the vicinity of the vase?
She pleads for her son’s life, offering her own. Dropping to her knees, she lowers her head and cries for him to release her son.
“No!” Fritjof yells. “Parents making these decisions without consulting their children. Is it easier for us to live without you? Than for you to live without us?” He slaps her upside her head. “You are pathetic.”
Moving to the boy, he cups his hand around the boy’s scalp. He wails in agony. His face distorts and his veins protrude. I can’t watch it. We must do something. Ernesto grips my arm and pulls me toward the barn just as Fritjof tosses the boy down into the crowd. “My gift to you! Enjoy, friends!” he screams as the frenzied react, mobbing the boy.
The horrific scene unfolds before me, paralyzing me, but Ernesto pulls me along, swinging his metal pipe and opening a path for us to enter the barn. Once inside I see stalls holding children. It’s apparent that the horrendous production we witnessed is not a one-time exhibition.
“Look! There is it!” Ernesto yells. I look in the direction he points and see the vase. He readies his shotgun, prepared to cover me, and I race toward it. Nothing enters my mind. I only act. I don’t hesitate. I grab the vase. I hold it, waiting on what, I don’t know, but nothing occurs. I’m okay. I can touch it. Spinning around, I see Ernesto. Fritjof is behind him.
“Put it back,” he calmly states. I don’t do anything, and he repeats it louder. “Put it back!” He lifts his hand above Ernesto’s shoulder. “You’ve witnessed what I’m capable of. So put it back!”
Ernesto shakes his head, and his eyes plead with me to not follow Fritjof’s instructions. Scanning the barn, I see all the children staring at me with hope. I don’t know what to do, what not to do.
Fritjof’s hand slams down on Ernesto’s shoulder, and he collapses to his knees. His mouth disfigures, but he speaks garbled words. Confusion crosses Fritjof’s face, and Ernesto tries again. “D-d-don’t. G-gian-ana.”
A hint of something reflects in his eyes, but he doesn’t release Ernesto. Moving the vase to my left hand, I pull the gun from my pants with my right. I point and fire. My eyes close. I’m afraid to open them.
The sounds of whispers and sighs fill the barn. I can’t look at what I’ve done. I shot someone. Maybe Ernesto.