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Lerric’s demeanor turned desperate and his gaze flicked between his three
guests. “Escaped? I … hadn’t heard that.”
Robin, watching Lerric closely, pondered the man’s conflicting emanations.
Uppermost was a fear that was almost terror. Lerric would naturally feel fear
at the news the traitor who so nearly succeeded in killing the High King, and
who had come originally from his own court, had escaped. Yet deep within the
complex swirl of emotions Robin also sensed a strange surge of hope, almost
as if Lerric wanted them to discover something. He frowned and concentrated
harder. There was something odd here.
Elias warmed to his deception. “You hadn’t heard the traitor escaped justice?
Strange. I thought you would have known all about it. We knew Reen
corresponded with someone while he was on the island, and the only person
who might be … interested, shall we say? … in his circumstances was you.”
“Me?” Lerric almost yelped the word. “Why would I be interested in him? Why
should I correspond with a convicted traitor? I want nothing more to do with
Robin’s frown deepened. Lerric’s tone carried a distinct ring of truth, an
emphatic assertion that flooded his voice, yet the undercurrent of terror and
reluctant hope remained. It was almost as if he was not master of his own
emotions, a thought that made Robin distinctly uneasy.
“Ah!” Elias injected a tone of enlightenment into his voice. “Maybe it wasn’t
you. Maybe it was someone else in your household.”
Lerric froze, his eyes haunted. He cast a swift glance at the door, whether in
fear or hope, Robin could not say. But the man was desperate to end this
conversation, that much was clear.
“What are you saying, Elias?” Lerric’s whisper was almost pleading. “What are
you accusing me of? Has my House not suffered enough at the hands of that
dreadful renegade? Did our family not lose enough? What have we done that
you should question us so? Why can’t you leave us alone?”
Robin closed his eyes, the better to sense Lerric’s emotions. It was clear he
hardly knew where to turn or what to say. A great fatigue filled him, as if he
had been under tremendous strain, yet there was also a futile sense of bitter
anger. His emanations were so complex and convoluted that their import was
clouded. Robin gained a strong impression of dark fear, deep unhappiness, and
a strange, almost eager hope. The debilitating weakness pervading Lerric’s
spirit might well lead to collapse. Even as he scanned the man, Robin felt his
spirit struggling, almost as if he had decided to voice some kind of revelation.
Robin wondered whether he ought to say something to Elias, but the door
opened abruptly, saving him from the decision.
Stiff-backed and furious, Sofira stood in the doorway. She glared at Lerric, fear
behind her eyes.
Her sharp voice slit the tension like a knife ripping silk. Lerric jumped half out
of his skin and his pale face flushed. Elias startled also, but hid his reaction far
better than Lerric. Robin could see he was annoyed with himself. Had he not
cast aside the feeling that Sofira still held power over him?
Sofira strode into the room, her face white and angry. She ignored the other
three men and glared at Lerric’s sweat-sheened face. “Father, you’re not well.
Why did you not send for me? Your Majesty, General, I must ask you to excuse
my father. He is not strong these days and this terrible winter has further
sapped his strength. Had I known your visit would have reduced him so, I
would never have left him. Father, you ought to go to your room. You are
weary and need to rest. I am sure our distinguished guests will not be
Lerric hesitated, looking surprised. Robin saw him glance up at her, a furtive,
guilty look, as if she had caught him betraying secrets. Then his shoulders
slumped and a sigh escaped him.
“I beg your indulgence, your Majesty, but I fear my daughter is right. I do feel
less than well. Perhaps a short rest will restore me, and I will be fit to speak
with you again before you take your leave.”
Elias, clearly displeased by Sofira’s appearance and intervention, could hardly
refuse. “By all means, Lerric. You should have spoken of this before. I had no
idea you were not at full fitness. I hope I am not so ill-mannered a guest as to
impose on a gracious host.”
Lerric gave a small frown, peering at Elias as if suspecting him of irony. But Elias
waved a casual hand. “I wish you peaceful rest, Lerric. I will not be offended if
you are not well enough to bid us farewell. I am sure your daughter will fulfill
your duties admirably.”
Sofira took her father by the elbow and guided him toward the door. Robin
barely heard their whispered exchange.
“Be silent! I will speak with you later.” Sofira raised her voice. “Go and lie
down, Father. I will send a servant to tend you.”
Once they were replete and had repaired to the inner chamber with fellan and
brandy, Elias and the General traded a private glance. Robin placed himself
where he could watch Lerric without being too obvious, and Blaine nodded to
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Book Title: Revenge by George Lockie
Category: Adult Fiction, 178 pages
Release date: December 2018
Tour dates: January 6, 2019 to January 17, 2020
Content Rating: PG-13 – M:
This is an action thriller involving special forces military. There are scenes of violence, including torture.
Rory Glassen is selected to join an elite SAS cell. They are sent to
Libya to seek retribution for the near-death torture of two of their SAS
troopers, at the hands of a medieval-run empire led by a despotic
Sultan. What was to be a milk-run operation turns sour, as a battle of
wits to survive soon develops between two warring factions. Sultan and
Rory lock horns, trying to outwit each other and prevent any more
deaths. It is only when a most unexpected ally emerges from Rory’s
distant past, and offers the cell information, that a solution appears.
Like worms, they burrow into the catacombs of the old Roman Fort on
which the Sultan’s Palace is built and seek their revenge.
Meet the Author:
Born in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1941. Married in 1964 in Edinburgh,
Scotland. Wife’s name is Avril. Has two children, Darren (52) and
Vanessa (47). Enjoyed six years’ service in the Parachute Regiment in
the British Army from 1960 to 65, mainly in the Middle East and Europe.
Migrated as a family to Australia, in 1965, seeking new challenges and a
different lifestyle in a more exciting environment. Traveled
extensively worldwide whilst employed by a major Australian
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management role from 1986 to 2003. Started writing in 1995, as he felt
that the Army relationships and strong emotional bonds that are created
in life-threatening experiences in the field, had not been exposed, or
described adequately, in the novels he had read. His first novel tried
to cover that. It takes place post-WWI through to post-WWII. The second
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So at midday they gathered once again in Lerric’s dining hall, casting
appreciative eyes over the array of hot food. Its variety gave the lie to Lerric’s
constant carping about his province’s poverty, although Elias was too shrewd
to mention it. He did not want to give Lerric the opportunity to bemoan how
little they would have once the King’s party left.
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Pure evil rises once again in Albia…
Three years have passed since Baron Reen’s trial. A
terrible accident on the island of his exile has transformed him into a
nightmarish scarecrow creature with dark, mysterious powers. Staging his own
suicide, Reen breaks free of his prison and, with the help of the former queen
Sofira, embarks on a ruthless quest for vengeance against his worst enemy, the
woman responsible for the overthrow of his schemes and his own ruination:
Sullyan is tasked with investigating Reen’s suicide.
The missing body and a series of disasters in Port Loxton—a vicious murder, a
brutal ambush, and a devastating fire—raise suspicions in her mind. She probes
deeper, determined to uncover the truth, unsuspecting of the evil that’s about to
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Sofira did not answer Lerric’s summons and he was forced to entertain the
King and the General alone. Increasingly nervous and fearful, Lerric did his best
to convince them Sofira’s unhappiness and the welfare of his grandchildren
were the reasons for his agitation. And because there was truth in what he
said, neither Robin nor Blaine detected any falsehood.
Elias was all for leaving Bordenn immediately when he realized Sofira did not
intend to put in an appearance. He saw no reason to pander to her whims,
whims designed to anger and upset him. Her vicious remarks the night before
rendered him even less inclined to speak with her than usual. But the General,
despite his initial resistance, knew they had not fully exploited the possibilities
presented by this visit and persuaded the King to remain a little longer. At the
very least, they would get a warm meal before having to brave the winter
freeze again. If Sofira remained absent, it was one less problem to worry
Elias stretched his legs to the fire, captured his vassal’s attention, and leaped in
with no warning. “So, Lerric, what did you make of the news about the traitor,
Reen? I take it you heard what he did?”
Lerric stiffened. His face turned pasty and the goblet trembled in his hand.
“What … what he did?” His gaze fixed on the King’s face. “I … don’t
Elias snorted. “Oh, come, man! Did you not hear the news? Surely you heard
he escaped imprisonment?”
Amber Gilchrist lives in New Mexico with her husband and six children. She writes YA , Romantic Comedies, and series mysteries. She calls her lifetime of jumping from one job to another ‘experience’ for her books and not an inability to settle down. Amber loves mysteries and a good, happy romance. She also loves to laugh. Sometimes she likes all of them together.
A fan of quirky movies and indie books, Amber likes to be with her family, is socially inept, and fears strangers and small yippy dogs. She alternates between writing and being a mom. She tries to do both at the same time but her kids don’t appreciate being served lunch and told, “This is the hot dog of your discontent.” So mostly she writes when everyone else is in bed.
Audrey Scott might be a children’s librarian, but that isn’t all she can do. When her best friend, Gretchen Holden, stands accused of a murder, Audrey can’t handle doing nothing more than bailing Gretchen out of jail. She has to figure out who really killed Gretchen’s step-father, a universally hated federal judge.
With a not small list of potential people the judge has wronged, Audrey and her friends have a rough ride ahead of them trying to decide who had a motive, means, and opportunity to put the judge in an early grave. With the help of Derek Hennessy, erstwhile enemy turned very good friend, and her normal crew of cohorts, Audrey won’t stop until the threat no longer looms.
I laughed, despite the fact I wasn’t sure what to make of his behavior. It suggested an intimacy that he’d seemed adverse to yesterday. Maybe he’d been telling the truth. He didn’t empirically dislike being touched. He just had to be ready for it. It was still tragic, either way.
“Stepladders? You have no sympathy for my state of shortness. I need these shoes.”
He smirked. “You need them, huh?”
I pulled in a deep breath, which gave me a nose full of Derek’s coat. I had noticed it back when he’d been John Smith. Derek smelled incredible. So did his coat. Just the right mix of something smoky, something clean, and something distinctly male. I assumed it was a combination of whatever he used to groom himself and the inherent smell of man, but whatever it was, I approved.
“I need them. You are approximately seven hundred feet tall. You have no idea what it’s like not being able to reach the upper cabinets. These shoes allow me to function in normal society.”
He truly laughed this time. I loved the sound of it. I’d only really heard it twice. Once when I’d called him pretentious at the library before, and once now. He had an impish sense of humor, but one would never know it from his behavior most of the time. I shivered again, and this time it wasn’t from the weather.
“I wasn’t aware that reaching the upper cabinets was the earmark of functioning properly in normal society.”
One Woman. Two Men. Three Hearts
Title: Hearts Eclipsed
Series: Beautiful Nightmare #2 (Stand Alone)
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Cover Designer: RMGraphX
One Woman. Two Men. Three Hearts.
A tale of two suitors.
Hearts Eclipsed is a Beautiful Nightmare Companion Novel chronicling the downfall of Damina Nicaud’s love to one man and the rising of another. Narrated by both Jackson Nash and Dalcour Marchand, see the story unfold from their eyes.
As Jackson grapples with losing the love of his life, he must overcome a dark family history and fears far worse than death in an effort to reclaim his lost love and stake his claim as the Prime Alpha he is meant to become.
Meanwhile, Dalcour races against a deadly deadline only to be caught off guard by a love that awakens the most dormant parts of his dark soul, bringing back a light he never thought he’d see. Betrayal and bloody contentions against vampire Scourges and Skull Wolves will ensue, but both men will soon discover their fight has only begun.
*Hearts Eclipsed is a standalone companion novel of Beautiful Nightmare (Book One). To ensure a pleasurable reading experience, be sure to read Beautiful Nightmare (Book One) FIRST. Hearts Eclipsed chronicles the events of Beautiful Nightmare from Jackson and Dalcour’s perspective. It is not a retelling of the first book in the series, but assumes the reader understands nomenclature from the first book.
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