Newly handfasted to the dark-haired archmage Lord Dal, Ellspeth and her husband escort his mother on a final journey to her ancestral lands. Their plans change when mercenaries under the control of Bashim, a rogue mage, attack. Dal's mother is severely wounded and Ellspeth is captured.
Betrayed by a kinsman, she is imprisoned, her magic bound and
preparations underway to enslave her mind, her sole hope for escape is
Nobyn, an untrained wizard going through the throes of awakening magic.
However, Nobyn is Bashim's apprentice and under Bashim's total
Dal must make an impossible decision whether to rescue his wife, cure his mother, or thwart Bashim's plans. More than who lives or dies is at state. He might be able to live with his guilt over the death of a loved one, but could he survive killing the future of magic.
Author Bio:Helen Henderson has written fiction as long as she could remember. Her heritage reflects the contrasts of her Gemini sign. She is a descendent of a coal-miner's daughter and an aviation flight engineer. This dichotomy shows in her writing which crosses genres from historical adventures and westerns to science fiction and fantasy.
In the realm of fantasy, she is the author of two series: the Windmaster novels and the Dragshi Chronicles. Henderson describes herself as a tour guide to the stars, the Old West, and worlds of imagination and invites you to journey with her. The trip begins at helenhenderson-author.blogspot.com.
released from a psychiatric facility after learning that his Dream
Sight is not a delusion but a gift, Charlie Oliver sets off to accept an
invitation extended by a powerful Dark creature and potential mentor to
join his “family” of Sighted individuals. As his demon guides begin to
instruct him, Charlie quickly discovers just how little he actually
knows about the Dream World and the creatures who inhabit it.
Charlie stumbles through his lessons and struggles to harness his
natural abilities, Emma Talbot has her own struggles to deal with now
that she’s been taken from the facility and placed under house arrest.
Imprisoned within the same walls as the man she suspects of being an
adulterer and a murderer, Emma grows weaker while her world continues to
crumble around her.
As Charlie begins to tap into his dormant instincts, he learns more
about Emma’s past and becomes increasingly convinced that he needs to
save her. But what if the very prison that binds her is the only thing
protecting her from what lurks beyond?
Jensen is a part-time pharmacist and a full-time creator of imaginary
worlds. She lives in upstate New York with her ridiculously supportive
husband, two wonderful sons and a Yorkshire terrier who thinks he's the
Raven is on a suicide mission. Jex
is a biomech on a mission to save humanity. Together, they discover their mutual
passion to destroy the enemy isn't their only desire.
A war against the Darch has raged for years, and humanity is on the verge of extinction.
Scientists have created biomechs to supplement as warriors, but it's just a temporary
fix on what appears an insurmountable problem. One desperate scientist injects JXS241,
a biomech warrior, with what he hopes is the solution for mankind's survival. But
the biomech is captured by the enemy.
Raven Nirvanni survives on the fringes of a shattered culture. While on a self-imposed
suicide mission to annihilate an enemy destroyer, she encounters the imprisoned
biomech. Realizing the fate of humanity far outweighs the destruction of a single
ship, she rescues him and decides to ensure he reaches his destination.
With the enemy anticipating their every move, Raven is completely taken aback when
she realizes she's falling for JXS241. But can she really love a machine? And if
so, can he reciprocate?
The needle slid between the third and fourth vertebrae
in his neck. A flash of heat shot through him. More pressure was exerted to penetrate
the synthetic cartilage of his neurospine. Accessing his internal response center,
he raised the pain threshold, but not so high he couldn’t monitor the procedure.
Immobile, he waited for it to be finished.
“Done.” The doctor stepped back. “JXS241, system
“No change.” He reset his pain threshold. “As you
said, Dr. Mechins. Just a pinch.”
“Good.” The doctor made a note on his techpad. “There
are three biomechs just outside the lab, waiting to escort you and the information
I implanted into your neurospine to the planet Altaiga.”
“Give me a ship, doctor. I’ll get myself to Altaiga.”
Taking three biomechs away from the station’s defenses to act as escort was a waste
“The information you carry is critical to the war
effort.” Dr. Mechins tapped the techpad. “You’ll take the escort.”
JXS241 rose from his chair. The decision was illogical,
but, sometimes, humans determined situations based on feelings rather than sound
military strategy. He yanked a black shirt over his head then shrugged into his
Without warning, the science lab shook, equipment
toppled, and assorted paraphernalia crashed to the floor. Alarms barked to life,
an alert the base was under attack. Dr. Mechins’ reserved manner morphed to terror.
His gaze rolled toward the ceiling.
“They’ve discovered us.” He grabbed JXS241’s arm
and dragged him to the lab door. “You’ve got to get out of here. Take the other
biomechs, commandeer a ship, and go to Altaiga. The fate of humanity may very well
depend on you.”
JXS241 stepped through the doorway. Three heavily armed escorts awaited
him. One shoved a pulse rifle into his hands. He grasped the familiar weapon, glanced
at it, and toggled the setting to kill.
“Wait.” The doctor clutched his shoulder. “You may
notice some changes—”
The lab exploded. Hot twisted metal and glass missiled through the
air, spiking everything in its path. A rush of heat shoved Dr. Mechins against JXS241,
and they tumbled into the outer hallway.
Hands grabbed the biomech, lifted him to his feet,
and propelled him away from the lab. JXS glanced over his shoulder. On the floor
lay the doctor, ripped metal and shards of glass jutting from his back, blood pooling
“Medic required at lab, level seven,” the tallest
biomech said into his com-band. His gaze shifted from the doctor to JXS241. “In
line, soldier. Primary objective is to obtain a ship and fly out.”
JXS moved behind the other biomechs, and they hastened
to the hangar where pilots scrambled to their fighters.
Scattered throughout the bay, sparks of light appeared
and stretched into beings. Six-and-a-half to seven-foot men and women materialized,
graced with flaxen hair and beatific smiles. Immense gossamer wings protruded from
their backs, spreading wide, while, with a serene facade, they surveyed the hangar.
The enemy had arrived.
Biomech and human soldiers responded. Yellow pulse
fire whizzed through the air. The lithe demons twisted and jumped, dancing clear
of injury with frenetic speed. Several laughed, avoiding the hot electrical blasts
as if it were a game. The Darch possessed great beauty but enjoyed playing with
In two long strides, a male demon towered over a
soldier. Before the man raised his gun, the demon’s wings spread, swooped around,
and encased him. JXS241 fired on the Darch but with little effect. A look of bliss
on its face, the demon closed his eyes and, a moment later, his wings relaxed. The
skinless remains of the soldier sank to the floor, a quivering crimson mass.
The male Darch turned an intense blue gaze on JXS241.
He stalked across the floor, his gossamer shroud spread wide. A biomech fired, but,
having just fed, the demon ignored the direct hit. The Darch smiled, spikes glistening
in an unnaturally wide maw.
Across the bay, a panicked soldier tossed a sonic
grenade toward two Darch.
The explosion sent JXS tumbling across the bay by
floor. Ships flipped like toys tossed from a child’s hand, absorbing the brunt of
the shockwave and crushing three additional Darch and several soldiers. Rolling
to his knees, JXS located his escort and noted two of them inactive. The third pointed
toward the fighter they intended to procure, took three steps, and collided with
a female Darch. The huntress gathered him in her wings, her face enraptured with
JXS241 sprinted to the ship. The battle would have
to be fought without him. His primary directive was reaching Altaiga.
He strapped himself into the pilot’s seat, lifted
from the bay floor amid a hail of pulse fire, and turned toward the exit.
loss and past love, self-sacrifice, brutality and honour, will it be
possible for Tarrant and Georgianne to find happiness?
Title: Sunday’s Child (Heroines Born on Different Days of the Week Book 1) Author: Rosemary Morris
Date of Release: September 4th, 2016 Genre: Regency Romance Publisher: Books We Love, Ltd. Buy Links: amazon.comamazon.co.uk
Whitley’s beloved father and brothers died in the war against Napoleon
Bonaparte. While she grieves for them, she must deal with her
unpredictable mother’s sorrow, and her younger sisters’ situation.
Georgianne’s problems increase when the arrogant, wealthy but elderly
Earl of Pennington, proposes marriage to her for the sole purpose of
being provided with an heir. At first she is tempted by his offer, but
something is not quite right about him. She rejects him, not suspecting
it will lead to unwelcome repercussions.
Georgianne had wanted to marry an army officer. Now, she decides never
to marry ‘a military man’ for fear he will be killed on the battlefield.
However, Georgianne still dreams of a happy marriage before unexpected
violence forces her to relinquish the chance to participate in a London
Season sponsored by her aunt.
and in pain, Georgianne goes to the inn where her cousin Sarah’s
step-brother, Rupert, Major Tarrant, is staying, while waiting for the
blacksmith to return to the village and shoe his horse. Recently, she
has been reacquainted with Tarrant—whom she knew when in the nursery—at
the vicarage where Sarah lives with her husband Reverend Stanton.
war in the Iberian Peninsula is nearly at an end so, after his older
brother’s death, Tarrant, who was wounded, returns to England where his
father asks him to marry and produce an heir.
To please his father, Tarrant agrees to marry, but due to a personal tragedy has decided never to father a child.
Georgianne arrives at the inn, quixotic Tarrant sympathises with her
unhappy situation. Moreover, he is shocked by the unforgivable brutal
treatment she has suffered. Full of admiration for her beauty and courage he decides to help Georgianne.
I write historical fiction, I am fortunate to be only a 20-minute train
journey from London, which offers endless possibilities for research
about times past. Many things spark my imagination. One of them was an
open bus tour around London. Amongst the sky scrapers and modern
buildings Old London can be discovered, including the street that
J.K.Rowling used as a model for Diagon Alley in her Harry Potter series.
For as long as I can remember, I enjoyed studying history, reading
historical non-fiction, historical fiction and its sub-genres. Today, I
enjoy novels in which the characters’ behaviour is appropriate for the
era in which they live.
The more I read the more fascinated I become, and the more aware of the
gulf between historical periods and my own. Our ancestors shared the
same emotions as we do, but their attitudes and way of life were
different. One of the most striking examples is the position of women
and children in society in bygone ages.
The characters in my novels are of their time, not ones dressed in
costume, who behave like 21st century women. Of course, it is almost
impossible to completely understand our ancestors, who did things
differently in the past, but through extensive research I ensure my
protagonists observe the social etiquette of their lives and times.
Although my published novels are set in the early 18th century and the
ever popular Regency era, I plan to write fiction set in other periods
Apart from writing, I enjoy time with my family and friends, classical
Indian literature, reading, vegetarian cooking, growing organic fruit,
herbs and vegetables and creative crafts.