Thursday, November 5, 2026

*Release Blitz* FairyTale


Title: FairyTale

Author: AK Nevermore 

Genre: Spicy Paranormal Mafia Romance

Cover Designer: Book Mojo

Publication Date: Nov. 5, 2026

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Blurb:

There once was an assassin.


One day, he met a fairy and completely lost his head.


Nikodem Wiśniewski had no desire to take over the family business after his father died, but trying to get out of it has brought him every bit of chaos and upset his grandmother’s bones predicted—delivered by a beautiful girl he’s convinced is a fairy…and his fated mate.


Charlie Peel isn’t having any of it, positive Nikoś is a superstitious nut. His adamancy she’s a fairy is the last thing she needs to hear after being dumped and losing her job…but with all those tatted muscles and his incredibly sexy Polish accent, she’s totally willing to pretend to be his girlfriend for an hour or two. Especially if the possibility of a real life dark romance is on the table.


But the both of them are in for far more than they bargained for. When their plans go sideways, Nikoś has no choice but to take Charlie out of the country to set things right. But chaos and upset follow them at every turn. With enemies nipping at their heels, they’ll have outwit the authorities, the mob, and her mother to break a mysterious curse. Because if they don’t, happily ever after isn’t how their story’s going to end.


Felons meets folklore in the big city when a broody assassin falls in love with a fairy in denial. FAIRYTALE, a standalone spicy paranormal mafia romance with lots of laughs by AK Nevermore. 


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AK Nevermore writes Sci-fi & dark romantasy with spice. She enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.

Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes full time around a nest full of ravens.Her books explore dark worlds, perversely irreverent and profound, and always entertaining.

AK belongs to the Authors Guild, is an RWA chapter board member, volunteers for far too many committees, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.

 

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*Release Blitz & Giveaway* FairyTale

 


There once was an assassin.

One day, he met a fairy and completely lost his head.


Fairytale

by AK Nevermore

Genre: Spicy Paranormal Mafia Romance


There once was an assassin. One day, he met a fairy and completely lost his head.

Nikodem Wiśniewski had no desire to take over the family business after his father died, but trying to get out of it has brought him every bit of chaos and upset his grandmother’s bones predicted—delivered by a beautiful girl he’s convinced is a fairy…and his fated mate.

Charlie Peel isn’t having any of it, positive Nikoś is a superstitious nut. His adamancy she’s a fairy is the last thing she needs to hear after being dumped and losing her job…but with all those tatted muscles and his incredibly sexy Polish accent, she’s totally willing to pretend to be his girlfriend for an hour or two. Especially if the possibility of a real life dark romance is on the table.

But the both of them are in for far more than they bargained for. When their plans go sideways, Nikoś has no choice but to take Charlie out of the country to set things right. But chaos and upset follow them at every turn. With enemies nipping at their heels, they’ll have outwit the authorities, the mob, and her mother to break a mysterious curse. Because if they don’t, happily ever after isn’t how their story’s going to end.

Felons meets folklore in the big city when a broody assassin falls in love with a fairy in denial. FAIRYTALE, a standalone spicy paranormal mafia romance with lots of laughs by AK Nevermore,more than 202,000 words in length. BONUS CONTENT! Previously released as a free serial, FairyTale now includes a never-before-seen extended epilogue!

 

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AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.

Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time.

She pays the bills editing, wielding a wicked hot pink pen and writing a column on SFF. She also belongs to the Authors Guild, is a chapter treasurer for the RWA, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.

 

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Wednesday, November 4, 2026

*Book Tour & Giveaway* Breathe

 



A gifted psychic, tormented by a serial killer who has the key to his mind, finds hope in a talented detective with a tortured past. Together, they will learn what it means to trust again and fall into a love they never thought they deserved.


Breathe

A Soul’s Caress Book 1

by Camelia Bennett

Genre: LGBTQ+ Paranormal Romantic Murder Mystery


Zayne Matthews is looking for someone to save him. His visions of a serial killer are pulling him deeper into a world of darkness he no longer has the strength to fight against. Detective Bodie Hale is looking for someone to save. His haunted past isolates him from the people who love and care about him, imprisoning his heart behind icy walls no one can break through.

But fate has plans for them. It will bring Bodie and Zayne together in a collision of emotions, forcing them to face their deepest fears. Their broken hearts will start to mend as they fight for a chance to have the one thing they thought they’d never find...LOVE.

And not just any love. A love brought to life through A Soul’s Caress.

 

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Bodie stood and offered his hand as if it was the most natural thing to do.

 

"Come on. The aquarium staff is going home for the night. I'll walk you back to your car."

 

Zayne cocked his head sarcastically. "You don’t think I can take care of myself, detective?"

 

“It’s not that.”

 

“Oh, I get it. Porter and Harris told you to keep an eye on me.”

 

“Actually, they told me the opposite.”

 

“Then why are you doing all this? I mean, the ice cream, the aquarium, escorting me to my car.”

 

Zayne took a step closer to the young man still holding his hand. A burst of heat erupted in his chest. His skin felt like it was on fire. The scent of sandalwood swirling around him tempted him to give in to the undeniable need coursing through his body. Unable to resist, Zayne leaned even closer to the sexy detective.

 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was our first date, Detective Hale.”

 

Bodie’s expression remained unchanged, but he couldn’t hide the lovely shade of pink that was now coloring the tips of his ears.

 

Zayne's thumb drew slow, seductive circles on the back of Bodie's hand. He daringly slipped his long, elegant fingers between Bodie’s until their palms touched. When their grip tightened with a natural ease, his heart stuttered as Bodie's breathing quickened. Their intimately joined hands sent the most exquisite tremors rushing through his body.

 

"What are you doing?" Bodie whispered, his voice ragged.

 

"I don't know. But it feels right. Doesn't it?"

 

Zayne’s heart thrashed wildly inside his tight chest as Bodie lifted his free hand and cupped the side of his face. He could feel the calloused skin tenderly cradle the smooth skin of his cheek. Giving in to his body’s demands, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into Bodie’s warm hand.

 

"Zayne…we…we can't."

 

Zayne’s eyes shot open. He wrenched his hand free and took three quick steps back.

 

"I-I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what I..."

 

Bodie turned, heading for the exit, his head hung low. "It…It’s fine. Come on. Follow me."

 

Zayne couldn’t see the detective’s face. But he could read Bodie’s body language loud and clear.

 

What the hell came over him? Of course, Bodie would be disgusted. He’s a man, for god’s sake! A damn hot man who, even if he was gay, would never be interested in Zayne.

 

This is crazy! I’m not even gay! I’m not. At least, I’m pretty sure I’m not. I’m just tired, lonely, and fucking horny. I can’t even remember the last time I got laid. This is ridiculous. How am I going to look him in the eye after this? He probably hates my guts. He’ll probably tell the captain he can’t work with me anymore. Whatever. I didn’t want his help anyway.

 

“Are you coming?” Bodie asked.

 

But Zayne didn’t seem to hear him. He remained where he was, internally scolding himself for acting like a complete idiot. It wasn’t until he felt Bodie’s fingers threading through his that he snapped out of his bubble of self-loathing. He looked into the detective’s eyes, shocked to see a devilish satisfaction shadowed by a hint of hope in their golden depths.

 

“I’m not angry,” Bodie said softly, gently squeezing Zayne’s hand. “You’re tired and, just taking a guess here, hungry?”

 

Zayne nodded. Well, he may have read Bodie all wrong, but the detective knew exactly what he was feeling. It was nice—really nice—to finally be seen by someone. Granted, it was by a complete stranger, which was the damndest thing. Yet Bodie didn’t feel like a stranger. How was that possible? Had they met before?

 

“Alright then. We’ll stop for something on the way back to the station. But nothing greasy or spicy. You’ll have nightmares.”

 

Zayne gave Bodie a broken smile.

 

Oh, Detective Hale. You have no idea what a nightmare is. Trust me, junk food is the least of my worries.

 

Zayne could tell Bodie was trying to read his thoughts. The way a tiny wrinkle appeared between the detective’s brows and his pale eyes danced with questions had Zayne thinking hard about trusting this man with his secrets.

 

“Everything okay?” Bodie asked.

 

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

 

“Well then, follow me.”

 

Zayne shook his head casually. “Not until you answer my question.”

 

“What question?”

 

“The one I asked earlier.”

 

“Ohhh. The one about why I’m doing all of this. That one?”

 

Giving Bodie an annoyed smile, Zayne replied, “Yes, that one. I mean, you’re a detective sent here to catch a serial killer. Shouldn’t you be out looking for clues or arresting suspects instead of buying me food and taking me to see fish?”

 

A smile borne from honesty lifted the corners of Bodie’s lips. “What can I say? I enjoy taking care of you. I like to see you smile. You should do it more often. It’s sexy.”

 

Eyes wide and heart racing, Zayne gulped down the words taking shape on his tongue. Bodie’s answer caught him off guard and left him wondering if he was dreaming.

 

“Come on,” Bodie whined, tugging on Zayne’s hand. “I won’t let you down. I promise.”

 

Of that simple fact, Zayne was now convinced.

 

“Where are we going?”

 

“Do you trust me?”

 

Zayne looked into Bodie’s unrelenting gaze and answered from his heart.

 

“Absolutely.”

 



Soul Moon: First Encounter

Soul Moon Book 1

by Camelia Bennett

Genre: LGBTQ+ Urban Fantasy, Norse Mythology 



Caden Mitchell, a wolf shifter, thinks he’s on a mission to stop a deadly weapons exchange. What he finds instead is a pair of silver eyes and a body carved by sin. Erick Shaw is a struggling bartender whose scent has awakened Caden’s lonely heart and ignited a fire in his dying soul. Drawn together by an unknown and inexplicable familiarity, they will search for answers as to why humans want Erick dead and shifters wish to possess him.


Fate has brought them together for a reason. However, time is against them. Will Caden be able to save Erick from the people hunting him? Can Erick change his destiny and survive a horror none have been able to before?


Their hearts will be tempted, their bond tested. Yet, through it all, Caden and Erick will follow the longing in their souls back to the one their passion burns brightest for.

 

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Caden Mitchell wasn’t supposed to be here. It wasn’t supposed to be him sitting in this seedy strip club, avoiding the advances of women he had no interest in. Initially, his head of security had been assigned to this location. But, when they got a last-minute tip about an illegal shipment of drugs arriving tonight down at the harbor, Caden was forced to take the mission at the club while his associate followed the lead at the docks.

 

It really was the best plan. Unfortunately, now he’s the one stuck sitting here in this hell of overstimulation instead of the quiet of his condo, reading a good book while enjoying a cup of tea.

 

The flashing, colorful lights around him make his eyes hurt. The loud music, if you can even call it that, feeds the headache clawing at the front of his skull. The pungent smell of the filthy carpet, the ripped vinyl seats, and the smoky air all trigger waves of nausea that churn his empty stomach. Everything about this place reeks of desperation and sex.

 

From the moment he sat down over an hour ago, Caden has kept his head and eyes down. He can’t afford to draw attention to himself if he wants to complete his mission. However, as he catches the scent of someone new walking through the doors, his head lifts slightly so his sharp eyes can follow the man he was sent here to observe, possibly capture, but most likely, kill.

 

His senses heighten as he watches his target casually approach the bar and order a beer. The man dressed in a blue suit too expensive for this cheap club turns to scan the crowd cautiously. Caden quickly lowers his head again and casually takes the final sip of bourbon from his glass. A minute ticks by before he looks up to zero in on his target again.

 

But instead of finding his prey, Caden is met with a pair of striking gray eyes staring back at him with an arousing playfulness.

 

He can’t look away. Even though his breaths remain slow and even, his heart rate accelerates like a racehorse out of a starting gate. The blood in his veins burns like fire beneath his skin, yet he keeps his expression shrouded with disinterest. Heated shivers ripple outwards through his body as his eyes catch the faint, mischievous smile taking shape on the bartender’s perfectly bowed lips. When the owner of those mystifying silver eyes begins walking toward him, Caden’s grip on the empty glass in his hand tightens. 

 

Everything in the club fades to the background except for the man striding confidently to the small round table in the corner, where Caden waits, his sensitive ears listening to the steady beat of the bartender’s strong heart. His cobalt blue eyes catch every movement of the young man’s sinewy muscles beneath his black, skin-tight jeans and barely-there crimson red shirt. Everything about the bartender fascinates him. But it’s the innocent man’s scent that truly captivates him.

 

Caden has never smelled anything this heavenly before. The bartender’s fragrance is a potent blend of rosewood and sweat, compelling him to inhale deeply until he can taste it on his tongue. The combination is exhilarating, yet there’s something else subtly interwoven beneath it that draws him in like a siren’s song—something Caden believes he has smelled before but has been lost to him over time.

 

“What can I get you, handsome?” the bartender asks with a flirty tilt of his head.

 

Caden’s fingers itch to bury themselves in the man’s soft hair. The urge to pull on the strands at the root, baring the man’s neck to his teeth, has him clenching his jaw. He swallows stiffly as the bartender’s large, almond-shaped eyes openly travel up and down his body. They’re lined with endless rows of black lashes so thick that it gives the illusion that the young man is wearing eyeliner. It makes Caden want to see if the barkeep is as dangerous as he looks. His eyes drink in the young man’s bare arms, his mouth going dry when the sly minx of a man flexes his biceps. The bartender has veiled them, along with the sun-kissed flesh covering his exposed collarbones, with some sort of fine body glitter. The seductive man’s naked skin glistens with every breath he takes, every minute shift of his lean body, and all Caden wants to do is lick it off him. 






When I was young, I read books to escape the small town I grew up in. College, work, and family took me away from the stories I loved. But in 2020, when everyone was isolated, my youngest daughter introduced me to Japanese anime, and I fell into a hole I never want to leave. Fan fiction showed me that anyone can create stories and share them with the world. Three encouraging words from my best friend gave me the courage to write my first fan fiction later that year. Not long after, I completed the series, A Soul's Caress, my first original story but not my last. At 55, I now understand the meaning of George Eliot's quote, "It's never too late to be what you might have been.”

 

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Monday, November 2, 2026

*Relaunch Blitz* Queens of Themiscyra



Title: Queens of Themiscyra

Author: Hannah Lynn

Genre: Greek Mythology

Publication Date: Nov. 1st, 2026

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR


Blurb:

Sisters. Mothers. Lovers. Warriors.

In ancient Themiscyra, Hippolyte rules as Queen of the Amazons. Feared throughout Greece, their skill on the battlefield is unrivalled. But when a ship lands on their shores, it brings something more dangerous than the threat of war. It brings a future Hippolyte could never have imagined.

Swept away to Athens, Hippolyte discovers a love that challenges even the bonds of sisterhood and the life she has always known. But can she leave her warrior past behind and forge a new future?

With her sister gone, Penthesilea has no choice but to rise as the new Amazon Queen. Lacking Hippolyte’s compassion and restraint, she rules with an impulsiveness and ferocity that strike terror throughout the Aegean.

But when Hippolyte’s world begins to crumble, Penthesilea must decide just how far she is willing to go to defend their honour, their family, and the Amazon way of life.

If you are a fan of epic tales, powerful female characters and mythology retellings, you are going to love Hannah Lynn’s Queens of Themiscyra.

Perfect for readers of Madeleine Miller and Claire Heywood looking for an original mythology reimagining, this epic story is a rich, thrilling odyssey of war and peace, love and betrayal, and, most of all, sisterhood.


Hannah Lynn is a multi award winning novelist. Publishing her first book, Amendments – a dark, dystopian speculative fiction novel, in 2015. Her second book, The Afterlife of Walter Augustus – a contemporary fiction novel with a supernatural twist – went on to win the 2018 Kindle Storyteller Award and the Independent Publishers Gold Medal for Best Adult Ebook.


Born in 1984, Hannah grew up in the Cotswolds, UK. After graduating from university, she spent 15 years as a teacher of physics, first in the UK and then Thailand, Malaysia, Austria and Jordan. It was during this time, inspired by the imaginations of the young people she taught, she began writing short stories for children, and later adult fiction.

With over 20 publications spanning a number of genres and translated into half a dozen languages, Hannah has proven herself to be both an accomplished and prolific author.

Now settled back in the UK with her husband, daughter and horde of cats, she spends her days writing romantic comedies and historical fiction. Her first historical fiction novel, Athena's Child, was also a 2020 Gold Medalist at the Independent Publishers Awards.


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Friday, October 30, 2026

*Book Tour & Giveaway* Ghost of Border House

 


Welcome to Border House—where checkout time is optional, and some guests have been extending their stay for centuries.

Border House has stood on the River Tweed since 1100, witnessing centuries of Scottish history and accumulating many permanent residents along the way. This ancient fortified manor, once a hunting lodge and defensive tower, now serves as both a charming hotel and an unintentional retirement home for spirits who can’t or won’t move on to the next realm.

The house is home to a medieval king, a turncoat scribe, a lonesome English soldier, two Victorian ladies, one unhappy go-go girl, a Scottish Brewmaster, and more. Each ghost brings their own quirks, complaints, and centuries-old drama to daily life at Border House. Whether you’re a living guest checking in for the weekend or a long-dead resident who’s been here for ages, everyone has a story to tell.

This series features standalone paranormal romances written by various authors.


Ann’s Undoing

Ghosts of Border House Book 4

by Leah Miles

Genre: Paranormal Ghost Romance



Ghost Dogs, a performing troupe, and a murder to solve.

Ann Darby was a rising movie star but died alone in a river in 1975. It seems she’s destined to spend eternity alone at Border House in Scotland. Halloween is the one night she can be visible to the living, but this year she plans to skip the party. That is, until a giant Highlander steps out of a green van in front of the house.

Callum McLeod performs in a small troupe for parties and events, waiting for his big break. Betrayed by the lover he trusted and fired by the employer he outperformed, he’s at the end of the road—personally, financially, and emotionally. His paycheck was supposed to cover rent. Now he’ll be evicted the moment he gets home.

Then a killer strikes in the maze, and Callum never makes it home at all. The house ghosts must work together to catch a murderer, and Ann has some hard choices to make if she wants her future to look different from her past.

 

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Instead of walking through the hedge, she came around the path, walking slowly and not attempting to make herself visible, but hoping he’d see her anyway. The two hounds lifted their heads to watch her approach. Callum hadn’t noticed her as he was intent on staring at the smartphone in his hands.

“Hello,” Ann said in a normal voice.

His gaze swung up, and a wide smile creased his cheeks. She blushed or would have if she could. “There’s the little roof dove. Whatever were ye doing on the roof tonight?”

She grinned. “Watching the arrivals to find the most interesting person here.”

He huffed a short laugh. “I’m not so interesting, but I’d love a friendly chat. My night hasn’t been the best,” he said, gesturing beside him, to the spot where the great gray beast lay, his head raised to watch her. “My name’s Callum McLeod. Care to share yours with me?”

“Ann Darby,” she licked her lips, suddenly nervous. Maybe she should’ve given him a false name, but then, she’d been dead half a century. He wouldn’t know her name.

At her hesitation, he added, “Ye followed me through a maze, Ann Darby. So ye may as well sit with me. Yer safe with me, lass. Aren’t ye cold?” he asked, reaching toward the silver pin to unlatch the cape.

She held up her palm to forestall him. “No. I like this weather. I’m one of those people who loves the cold.” She eased forward, and the big dog growled a warning.

He patted the stone ledge beside him, and his hand went right through the growling dog. Ghost dogs? She had never seen one before or known it was possible. Amazing that none of the house ghosts had noticed the dogs weren’t living.

“Do you like dogs?” she asked softly, not wanting to irritate the beast. If Callum could see her but didn’t see his dogs, what would she look like with them attacking her? They were both growling, and she caught flashes of sharp white teeth.

Callum’s shoulders rolled forward. “I love dogs, but I have none. My Irish Wolfhound Fergus passed last summer, and I haven’t had the heart, or funds, to train another. He was the best dog.”

She licked her lips, wondering again why he could see her, but not the animals. “Did you have more than one dog? With Fergus, I mean?”

He gave her a quizzical look. “Aye. I had a second dog for a time. Both my boys performed with me. Brodie was older, and as faithful a friend as a man could want. He passed a few months before Fergus.”

How sweet that both his friends had stayed with him. Ann had never had a pet, unless you counted goldfish. The dogs looked similar, with iron gray fur, but one was smaller and thinner. “Was Brodie also a wolfhound?”

“Nae. Brodie was a Scottish Deerhound.” He said the words with great pride. “Hard to find those dogs. I lucked up on him for certain. Deerhounds are brilliant. Gorgeous too, but smaller than wolfhounds. Similar to a greyhound, but with nice long fur. I trained them using Gaelic commands to perform on stage. They were a sight, and the audiences adored them.”

“Were you in this same group?”

“Nae,” his lip curled slightly. “I wasn’t with the Pratt group then. My boys and I made enough money, just the three of us. Not getting rich, mind you, but I never had a desire for wealth.”

“How do you say ‘friend’ in Gaelic?”

He gave her a quizzical look. “Caraid.”

She stayed where she was and fixed on her best smile. “Would you say it a couple more times so I can get the pronunciation right?”

“Caraid, caraid. I’m happy to tell you some other words if you’re wanting to learn Gaelic.”

It worked. Both hounds ceased growling, and the bigger one, Fergus, jumped off the ledge to sit in front of his master. “Caraid,” she said a few times for good measure, then eased down on the fountain ledge a good three feet away from Callum. If he touched her, his hand would pass through. Fergus yipped and jumped back up to lay his giant head in her lap. “Caraid,” she whispered, glancing up to see if Callum noticed. 



Black Cat Devotion

Ghosts of Border House Book 3

by Vanessa Victoria Kilmer

Genre: Paranormal Ghost Romance 



Black cats love sunshine.

Bubbly but lonely Scottish heiress, Morven Blair, connects with Black Kat, a cranky internet pixie with a secret identity and a reputation as a myth buster. Morven asks Black Kat to prove the existence of ghosts and certify Border House, “the most haunted place in the world.” Black Kat intends to prove it’s all a con. Opposites do attract, but do they really know love at all?

 

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I smoothed and adjusted my tartan stole pinned over my shoulder, the green plaid with blue and red lines standing out on my black dress. “Except…” I said with a wink. “Border House really is full of ghosts.”

Sara Mae taped her temple with a fingertip. “I know that. And you know that. But will you be able to prove it to her?” She raised her eyebrows. “If she’s really a she. She might be a fifty-year-old guy.”

We both laughed.

“Well, when you get back, I’ll have a house full of guests that you can teach Scottish history and give Gaelic lessons to while Thomas provides them with period costumes. Oh, movie sets. I bet we could have movies filmed on the estate.” I bounce in my chair.

“Finish your lunch, Morven,” she says automatically. “You need the energy for all your high plans. You are far too thin. It’s like you are trying to take up as little space in this world as possible.

I felt my cheeks heat up. Thank goodness the waiter returned, so I didn’t have to answer. Except it’s not our waiter. It’s the maître d.

“I beg your pardon, Lady Blair.” He clears his throat as he hands me my credit card. “Your payment was not authorized. The card was declined.”




The Brewmaster’s Kiss

Ghosts of Border House Book 2

by Leah Miles

Genre: Paranormal Ghost Romance



After fifty-five years, Nova Guthrie has returned to Scotland for the annual Halloween Ball at Border House. Or that is her excuse to return to the home of her youth and bid farewell to memories of her lost lover.

What she doesn’t know is that Donnal Stuart still haunts the grand mansion, along with a few other ghostly characters—one of whom will do everything she can to keep them apart.

This story is about true love and secret ghost powers bundled up in a haunting tale of second chances.

 

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“C’mere with me, love,” Donnal said, twining their fingers and tugging her deeper into the garden.

Nova lifted her skirts to avoid tripping as they rushed down the path. “Where are we going?”

He laughed and didn’t answer. Hope filled her down to her toes. Would this be the night he proposed? Nova giggled, and her feet skipped over the grass as he led her to the edge of the orchard.

Today was the anniversary of their first date, and what better occasion to make their union official than right before the Border House costume party? She already wore her authentic Guthrie tartan gown, and he was in his traditional feileadh beag.

She wanted a short engagement—definitely—and to ring in the New Year as husband and wife. Her mother might balk and try to get her to wait, but it was her life and her love. The world had changed, even in the last decade, and women’s options weren’t as limited as they once were. A diamond ring would be splendid, but Donnal was practical, so she didn’t expect more than a simple band. It didn’t matter either way, because she cared more about him than any piece of jewelry.

“We’re here,” he said with a mile-wide smile. He positioned her in front of him and clasped both her hands tightly. “I’m excited.”

Her heart beat like a caged bird, ready to fly away. “Me too, my love,” she whispered, gazing into his azure eyes, the color of a clear summer sky. She was going to spend the rest of her life with this handsome man. Nova held her breath, waiting for him to pop the question.

His cheeks creased in happy lines, and he leaned down to press his forehead against hers. “You’re a bonny lass with yer pink cheeks and bright eyes. I could almost forget why I brought ye here.”

The first hint of confusion caused her to pull back and glance around. “Who else is here?” she asked, surreptitiously looking to glimpse whichever one of their friends was hiding to take a photo of the big moment.

“Just us, my love. You’re the first to know.”

“I don’t understand. Donnal, I thought we were coming here to, you know…” She couldn’t embarrass herself by saying the words.

He wrapped his arms around her and spun them around in a quick circle. “I would dearly love to tumble in the grass with ye, my darlin’. ‘Tis too important. Are ye ready?”

Relief washed through her. “I’ve never been more ready. You’re everything to me.”

“Aye.” He nodded, plucked an apple from the branch over her head, and extended the red and gold fruit to her. “I’m about to become the most famous brewmaster in Scotland.”

“That’s an apple,” she said stupidly.

“Look at it! See the color? The red and lighter yellow spots? The Bloody Ploughman apple is a dark red variety. I spliced it with the yellow-red James Greive apple almost four years ago.” He whipped out a knife and cut off a generous slice. “Taste it. The sweet-crisp-tart flavor is extraordinary. Perfect even, with a hint of—I dinna ken how best to describe it. This apple will make my brew the greatest ever created.”

Nova’s disappointment was sharp enough to have her gulping for breath. “No,” she said, fighting tears as she pushed away his hand and stepped back. “Tell me ye didn’t bring me here only to look at fruit.”

His countenance fell. “Not just any fruit. I’ve waited years for the trees to produce. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“You brought me here to show me apples you’ve grown for yer beer making?”

Donnal ran a hand through his messy curls, tipping his chin to study her. “Sweetheart, come back to my shed, and I’ll give ye a sample. Tis a perfect blend of spice with the tiniest effervescent bubbles.”

“Ye promised we would go to the Halloween Ball this year. It’s the anniversary of our first date.”

“Alright then. I’ll share it with ye another night. Give me an hour, and I’ll be back to the house for the dancing.”

Her heart ached with self-pity. “No. Tonight, I thought … it doesn’t matter. I’m through with being the second-best thing in yer life. Find me when ye decide which is more important, me or your brews.”

“Nova—”

“Mayhap ye should marry the apple tree.” She spun on her heels and took off at a run lest he see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

* * *

That long-ago night, after her flash of anger, she’d hoped Donnal would follow her from the garden. He did not, and that exchange was the last they ever shared. Shortly after nine, the valve on his homemade pressure fermenting device overloaded and blew apart. A jagged piece of metal lodged in Donnal’s heart, killing him instantly.






Love Lost & Found

Ghosts of Border House Book 1

by Vanessa Victoria Kilmer

Genre: Paranormal Ghost Romance


2026 National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award (NERFA) - Romance Novella category

In 1566, Thomas Kincaid is murdered at Border House by agents of the Scottish King. Thinking himself betrayed by his soulmate, Sara Mae Stuart, Thomas curses her to a life of reincarnation with his dying breath.


When Sara Mae dies of a broken heart, she is reborn again and again.


After 450 years of reincarnation, Sara Mae returns to Border House to perform a séance and break her curse. She discovers a host of unsettled spirits, each harboring their own hidden agendas, and Thomas, lurking inside her crystal ball.


Can love survive revenge, guilt, and a quirky spiritual divide?

 

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Sara Mae glanced down at her simple black slacks and black silk T-shirt with the arms of her sweater tied across her chest. “Isn’t it nice enough?”

“The quality is not the issue.” She tucked Sara Mae’s black hair behind her ears. “You look like a nanny, all prim and proper. You’re even wearing pearls. You look nothing like a woman who speaks with dead people.”

Heat rushed to Sara Mae’s cheeks. She still couldn’t get used to Morven’s casual treatment of her and the woman’s genuine affection. She was part of a long line of the nobility, and Sara Mae, on her fifth reincarnation, was an orphan who attended university on a scholarship. While she enjoyed their friendship, she felt uncomfortable, unable to forget her ongoing humble beginnings.

But here she was, back at Border House. Finally. Thanks to her friend.

“We’ll need to make you look more ‘woo-woo’ for later,” Morven said with a giggle. “If you don’t have anything that fits the image, I’m sure we can dig something up in the attics.” She pulled Sara Mae by the hand. “For now, I’ll take you on a tour of the house. It’s easy for people unfamiliar with it to get a bit turned around.”

Chuckling inwardly, Sara Mae let her hostess drag her around the building from the basement cellars and up to the servants’ quarters and attics under the eaves on the fourth floor. Sara Mae took her time, remembering the house as it was in her time and how it had changed since then. Electricity sure made a difference, as did the running water in the bathrooms and toilets. These were her most favorite changes to the building. The many narrow stairs were the same, though, and she did not care for them.

As they went along on their tour, Sara Mae kept an eye out for places where her locket might be hidden. She felt its presence in the house but couldn’t pinpoint the location. “My locket is here somewhere,” Sara Mae said under her breath.

Cold and hot spots dotted rooms on each floor, a sure sign of paranormal activity, and that interfered with her locating spell. She tried to keep in mind where Thomas might have hidden it after he ripped his gift from her neck during their fight and last moment together.



 

Leah Miles grew up in Atlanta, Georgia, and planned to have a career as either a television anchor or a successful author. After getting a bachelor’s degree in English and communications, she worked at CNN for more than a dozen years in technical news production. Her second career is managing an insurance agency in rural Georgia, along with six brand-new Airbnb-style rentals, with her husband. When not writing insurance or cleaning cabins, she cherishes quality time with her hubby and their cocker spaniel, Hootie. They have three adult kids—a doctor, a lawyer, and a journalist. Leah is currently writing a series with military elements involving take-charge heroes and women who stand up for themselves and the people they love. For updates, visit leahmilesauthor.com.

 

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Vanessa Victoria Kilmer told her first story to an angel who visited her when she was locked in a dark, medieval attic at the age of four.

She grew up surrounded by fortified castles, primal salt mines, and the drama of ancient places. Her fantasy fiction teems with murder, magic, and madness. She explores the abuse inflicted by those closest to us and the various ways people deal with the damage. Between writing novels, she blogs, paints, and takes pictures with her white camera named Traitor and embroiders tapestries.

 

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