Monday, November 28, 2016

3 Days of free and 99 cent ebooks

Join our Sci- Fi Rom Bonanza!

Nov 28-30, I join with my fellow Sci-Fi Romance authors to share some of our novels
at the crazy price of 
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So let me share a bit about my contributions:

The Gods of Probabilities
Liza O'Connor

The Gods require a time shifter to ensure the Path of Light reigns during the final collapse of possibilities. To speed the process of finding an Oceanic with the specific talents needed, God DNA is induced in several batches of Oceanic eggs, resulting in a generation of brilliant tiny blue Oceanic children.

One charming boy named Drogan has the ability to manipulate quantum reality in ways that will strengthen the Path of Light. Only trouble is that his gift runs a high probability of killing him and wiping out the Path of Light for good.

While the bureaucratic Gods will try to assist, in Quantum all possibilities not only can, but do happen, so the future is never certain.

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Surviving Sojourn
Liza O'Connor

An alien species is removing human colonies from planets, but to where, no one knows. Sojourn, along with the Emperor’s daughter and their crew, must find this unknown species and negotiate a treaty before the Empire’s army declares war on all non-human races.

Those who do not follow the Path of Light would prefer to kill all the non-human sentient beings before they are even aware they are under attack.

 Matters turn bleak for the Path of Light before their journey even begins. While provisioning on Terranue, Sojourn’s ship gets a hole blown in its side by Xenophobes. Fortunately, he's got Drogan in his crew. The blue fellow is as smart as they get!

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And here are some review comments for the books

The Gods of Probabilities

Ms. O'Connor takes her amazing and quirky sense of humor where few have gone! In The Gods of Probabilities, Zousan decides he can do something better than his father- Create a new world. With the help of his beautiful and creative daughter, a sentient computer and Pane, an ugly God...they set out to help a planet survive despite the people living there.

I loved the new world of Oceania that was created as well as the intelligent children who saw things in a new way. The children were learning as much about their world as how to interact in it. Their childlike innocence allowed them to see outside the box. Truly it takes the work of all hands to get things correct, learning that even the Gods needed help of a remarkable young man Drogan.

Humor abounds in this story but it's not like a knock knock joke. It's more subtle along the lines of Douglass Adam's Hitchhiker series. I'm excited to see what Ms. O'Connor has in store for the rest of this series.

If you're a fan of Douglas Adams (re the Hitch-Hikers' Guide and Dirk Gently's Long Dark Teatime of the Soul) or Sir Terry Pratchett's SF novels (The Dark Side of the Sun and Strata) you should definitely read this. Even non-SF fans who like humor (including some grumpy gods and sassy goddesses along with the SF) will enjoy this book. Can't wait for the next in the series!

 Surviving Sojourn

Easily the best in the Series!, October 1, 2015
This review is from: Surviving Sojourn (The Multiverses Book 4) (Kindle Edition)
This was easily the best book of the series and goes along to explain and wrap up the lives of the characters. We see the second son of the soul-bound threesome as an adult. He's grown into his role as a leader and must set out to save his family and entire planet...with a little help from his friends.

Sojourn becomes the only person who can keep the Path of Light on track when a jealous God is out to cause chaos to happen. I loved the humor of Ms. O'Connor which shows through in this book but really it was her emotion evoking characters that made this a book I couldn't put down! I can't wait to read more about these wonderful characters.

By WIT on October 6, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
The final book in this unique science fiction series lives up to the promise of the other books, an easy read with fascinating twists and alien characters. We follow the Soul-Bond of Tamsarandem and their sons in the colony on Terranue. Their story twists and reechoes through different layers of the parallel universes. We meet sentient inhabitants of different levels in the universes. New soul-bonds are formed and lives intertwine and separate. Overseeing their progress, the shepherd Pane and the sentient computer MaryBell calculate the probabilities and nudge the outcome towards the Path of Light, often with unpredictable results.
I received an ARC of this book in return for my honest review.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Matronly Duties only 99 cents. Fabulous Book!

by Melissa Kendall

Genre: Romantic Science fiction

Centuries after the asteroid that sent Earth into the ice age, the remaining humans live in underground sanctuaries. As the Impact Bi-Centennial Anniversary approaches, Bethanie Greene prepares to take her place as the Government's new leader. Or so she thinks.

With her life planned out, Bethanie trains to become the next Matron of the underground nation of Oceania. Until six weeks shy of taking office she's kidnapped by extremists; then rescued by a handsome stranger.

Harboring a deep-seated resentment of the government, Howard James struggles to survive in a world where those in power wished he didn’t exist. Ironically, he finds himself rescuing the soon-to-be head of the government, Bethanie Green. Torn between his resentment of everything she represents and her beauty, Howard shows Bethanie a different side of life in Oceania, while at the same time opening her eyes to the injustices of the government she is meant to lead.

Can Bethanie trust this man? Who is this handsome stranger who fights everything she believes in?. And he gets under her skin like nobody has even dared before.

Against all odds, Bethanie must decide if her heart and her duties can coexist.

My body shakes at the thought of what could have happened to me yet again. I’ve heard stories about the slums, and I have to take a few deep breaths to calm myself.

“I was silly running away, I get it. I just couldn’t stay in your home any longer.”

Howard sighs. “Just because my parents raised us with traditionalist values doesn’t mean we are anything like the Trads. You accused us of being a drain on society, but you don’t even know us.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But you don’t know me either. If you did, you would understand why it’s hard for me to understand your way of life. It goes against every law, moral, and convention I’ve been taught. So I can’t be sorry for what I said, even if I’m sorry I ran out of the house.”

Howard takes a deep breath, then exhales long and slow. The expression on his face looks a bit like pity but with a dash of guilt mixed in. “Look, maybe I’ve judged you unfairly based on preconceived notions, but—”

A loud bang echoes outside. Howard glances at me with a panicked look on his face, and then pulls me off the crate onto the floor behind. I sit up, and turn to yell at him, but male voices outside keep my mouth closed. I instead huddle closer to Howard as he puts his hand around my shoulders. He pulls me in until I’m tucked against him.

“Did you see where she went?” a man’s voice asks.

“Nah, she just vanished.” The voice of this one sounds young.

“Damn, the boss isn’t going to be pleased about this.”

The crunch of shoes against pavement indicates they are on the move again. The sounds trail off until they’re no longer audible. I sigh in relief, all the tension fleeing my body.

“Are you okay?’ Howard asks, rubbing my shoulder.

I glance up, only then noticing how little space is between us. His blue eyes have flecks of grey in them, and there’s a smattering of freckles covering his nose and cheeks. His warm breath tickles my cheek almost like a caress, and his jaw has the barest hint of a five o’clock shadow. He really is captivating.

“I’m fine,” I eventually say, the words a mere whisper.

The butterflies in my stomach return with a vengeance. Howard licks his lips as they turn up ever so slightly in a smile.


I can’t stop the sigh that slips past my own lips. Howard leans forward a little, then moves closer still until his mouth is pressed against mine. I don’t dare move. A zing of something, I’m not sure whether it’s pleasure or fear, shoots through me. His lips are soft and wet, and the sensation is unlike anything I’ve felt before. I can’t even decide if I want him to continue or stop. When he pulls away though, a feeling of disappointment bubbles up inside me.

My first kiss.

Goosebumps cover me from head to toe, and unbidden, my fingers move to my lips. Glancing at Howard, he stares at me for a minute, then moves to sit further away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I shrug. “It’s okay.”

Howard frowns and then looks across the room.

Part of Matron training is learning not to form close relationships. It doesn’t mean it never happens. I’ve heard the odd story here and there from the other women, and I realise that’s probably what Gail was trying to tell me at breakfast the other day. But in all honesty, I can’t remember the last time I had real physical contact with anyone, above all with a man.

We sit in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. Tension rolls off Howard in waves.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Come on,” Howard whispers. “We need to get to the house before those guys come back.”

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Melissa Kendall is a forty-year-old mother of two from Perth, Western Australia, the second-most isolated capital city in the world. Predominantly a stay-at-home mum, she works a few hours a week as a software support consultant. She has always loved to read and write, and spent most of her teens writing poetry and short stories. Over the years, daily life got in the way and she lost the passion for it, but after the birth of her first child, Melissa discovered e-books and her interest in writing rekindled. She is now the author of four published short stories. Matronly Duties is her first full-length novel.

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Saturday, November 12, 2016

Scavenger's Mission's getting great reviews.

Scavenger’s Mission
Liza O’Connor

How does one go from Debutante, to street girl, to Scavenger?
As far as Alisha was concerned, debutants were the most useless creatures on earth. Nor were they allowed to choose their friends, or more importantly, their husbands. 

Her parents couldn’t care less if she didn’t want to marry the President of the Americas. Never mind the ass was old and gave her the creeps every time she’d had the misfortune to be in his presence. Her father wanted the lucrative connections that came with becoming a part of the President’s family. To ensure a successful engagement, her parents kept the creep from ever talking to Alisha. Her mother even took on the task of entertaining the jerk…mostly in her bedroom. 

By checking the house monitors early each morning, Alisha learned her parents intended to drug her that evening and she’d wake up married to the creep. She wasted no time climbing out a window and running back to Capital. 

Finding her Gramps took several days, and she wouldn’t have found him at all without the help of Denny, a young, but savvy street kid who had befriended her the day she arrived.

She had hoped her Gramps would take her in, but when she found him, he was nearly dead. Denny stole a Ryder’s wind-catcher so she could take it up and see if she could fly it. If she could, then she could earn serious money as a scavenger.

Alisha was up first time and knew without a doubt that she was meant to ride the skies. Denny kept her Gramps alive for the week she taught herself enough to scavenge. And despite some problems here and there, for the first time in her life, Alisha was happy. 

And then she crash landed and a colonel of the SkyRyders too her back to his fort…

Scavenger’s Mission
By Liza O’Connor

Meet Alisha: A young woman who refuses to live the life her parents want.

In a single month, Alisha Kane has gone from a wealthy debutante to street girl to scavenger.  While testing her new flying skills in the Cully Canyon, Alisha incurs a near-death crash landing. She’s “rescued” by a colonel of the SkyRyders and her life changes forever.
Meet Logan: A SkyRyder colonel in charge of a sleepy fort with little to do other than arrest the occasional scavenger.

For the first time in his life, Logan’s attracted to a young woman, only she’s probably a scavenger and he’ll have to arrest her.  But first he offers her a shower and food while he checks on his crew. His videographer has captured her extraordinary flight through the Cully and her flying is astounding!
He forgoes arresting her and puts his career at risk by asking MAC to assess her skills and integrity as a potential SkyRyder. If he can get Alisha into the SkyRyders, it will be his greatest contribution to the Corps.
Meet MAC: The Artifical Intelligence that runs the SkyRyders Corps. 
Upon seeing her arrival, MAC upgrades Alisha’s test. Her flying skills are not just excellent; they exceed what was previously thought possible. MAC classifies her as its top asset and soon she proves her value.  
But…the SkyRyders remain a male dominated Corps where Alisha’s sense of right and wrong often clashes with her superiors. How long can a rebellious young woman survive in a regimented Corps?

Alisha soared into the canyon of Cully River. Rocky cliffs, over a thousand feet high, stood on each side. Farther above, the walls widened, reducing the wind speed, but here, near the water, her wind-catcher traveled at exhilarating speeds reaching nearly two hundred miles per hour due to the narrow wind channel.
Her newly designed slats enabled her to fly just above the water. Previously, at these speeds, without the slats, the smallest snag of her toe against the river’s surface would have sent her rolling to her death. 
As she approached the canyon bend, she shifted the angle of her slats so their front tips pressed against her stomach. A moment later, she tugged ever so lightly on the two front panels of her wind-catcher, increasing their lift capability. Her body soared upward as if an invisible hand had reached down and tugged her to a safer level, where the winds were only a hundred miles per hour, so she could survive the deadly bend in the Cully River Canyon. 
With a single hard tug on the right toggle, she turned within the wider canyon walls. She smiled, pleased with her modifications to her catcher. She recalled the first time she had run the Cully at night. She’d come within inches of crashing into the granite wall at this bend. 
The near-death experience had scared her into avoiding the cliffs for several days while she modified her wind-catcher to be more responsive to turning. Now, with her latest improvements, she possessed such control that next time she planned to take the bend at water level.
Even the idea sent chills down her back. To fly the Cully at night was dangerous, but to take its bend so close to the river…unthinkable! Yet these dances with the impossible made her only more determined to enhance her equipment and improve her flying. Nothing was impossible with the right equipment and flying skill.

The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 1
Scavenger’s Mission

About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
Sci-Fi Soap Opera with humor, romance, and science


The SkyRyders Series
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Scavenger Falters-coming 2017
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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Elin Wyn shares Second Chance at the Stars, Liza Reviews.

We all know the quote from Arthur C. Clarke: 
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."

But what happens when advanced technology comes up against what looks like actual magic?

I love both Science Fiction and Fantasy novels, and in my mind I’ve been playing with how those tropes would work together, how they could fit, but still stay true to their genres.

I wrote other novels, worked on other projects, but for five years I kept a notebook full of ideas. Eventually, I had an interstellar coalition, a lost colony planet, a splinter religion that rejected technology and generation ships. No matter how I prodded it, the background held up as a place to start telling stories.

After all that, what sort of story did I want to tell?  At heart, I’m a romantic.  How could I resist a romance between a soldier of science, and a healer from a world that turned it’s back on technology?  

Here’s an excerpt from Second Chance at the Stars, the first book in a new series,- enjoy!

Demons. They really were demons. First the ghost pale one with the empty eyes, and now… Adena couldn’t drag her eyes away from the face of the man holding her. Taller, broader than any man she’d seen. And no one wore the midnight skin and golden eyes of her captor. She dared look a little more closely. Lady! His ears came to points through the close cropped black hair. She shut her eyes, frozen with terror, unable to handle any more.

He stopped, growled something unintelligible. A soft light glowed through her eyelids and he stepped through into the light.

A fresh surge of panic unlocked her body. Adena struggled to free her arms from the tangle of the cloak, to fight, to kick, anything. His arms just held her more firmly, pressing her face against the dark fabric of his vest.

Gasping, she breathed in his scent deeply. Warm, spicy, strange and faraway.

He stopped once more, and her eyes flew open. A long corridor stretched to either side of them. He growled again and the wall glowed, split open before her. She froze again in terror as he carried her through into the dimly lit chamber.

In three swift steps he crossed the room, and set her down. Adena gasped as she recognized the surface. A bed. She scrambled away, off the bed, away from him. Her breath came in wracking sobs. No. No. No.

Adena tensed, ready for him to spring forward, come at her. But he just stood there. Watching, waiting.

The demon raised a hand, and she flinched back, found the wall at her back.

And he gave what sounded almost like a sigh, and ran his hand through his hair.  “You are not a complication I welcome.”

He turned away from the bed and growled, unintelligible once more. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears, but he only walked towards the wall, paused for it to open, and left.

Adena sagged to the ground as if the strings holding her taut had been cut. Now what do I do?

Frustrated, she undid the clasp at her neck, letting the fabric of the cloak puddle around her.

I’ve got to get out of here.

She stood, walked over to the wall the demon had walked through. She ran her hands over the surface. It looked like some sort of light wood, but was smooth and cool to the touch. And no matter how she pushed, the wall did not glow, never opened. And where would I go? She remembered the room she had entered with Beric, glossy deepest black, empty and vast. As if the room was unending. How would she find her way out again?

She turned to face the room. Maybe there’s something else in here I can use, or a switch, some kind of handle? Inventory. What do I have?

Before her was: One large, rectangular room. The dark, smooth floor was warm. One very large bed. At least, that’s what she assumed the padded surface she’d been deposited on was. Covered in a layer of fabric softer than anything she’d ever touched, it was easily twice the size of the one she’d shared with Matilde.  She turned her back to the bed, uncomfortable with what the bed suggested. One table, set against the third wall, with an equally over-sized chair.  On the table was her bag. When had he brought it in? Had he carried it in with me?

She ran to it, knowing there was nothing in the bag of any use, just clothing, an old sketch of her parents, a pressed flower from a picnic she and Matilde had taken one summer, long ago. She clutched the top of the bag, willing for there to be something she’d forgotten, something unexpected at the bottom, but there was nothing.

What do I do, what do I do?

She tried to take a deep breath, but it was ragged, tight in her chest. What can I do? Nothing.

The panic turned to lead in her belly. There was nothing to do but accept it. She’d been given to the star men, the demons, as a plaything.

Adena bit her lip. No point in crying. This was the bargain she’d made.  She slid back down to the floor and clasped her knees to her chest. And then jerked back as the wall glowed again, but instead of the demon, a perfectly normal looking long haired black and white cat entered.

It circled, and sat, and proceeded to groom itself.

Then fixed Adena with bright golden eyes and asked, “Are you quite done with your fit?”


The book begins with bad news all around. Our heroine, Adena, must leave her cousin Matilda and go to the ship of alien devils. Her uncle Beric has tired of her resistance to ‘obey as he wishes’, so he ‘gives her to the alien devils and warns them she needs a firm handling.

 Our hero, Nic, the commander of the ‘alien devils’ has been informed they are considering court martial for him and his brothers based on their last disastrous mission. He desperately needs this mission to be a success.

At first, Adena is terrified of the alien devils so different from her people. But when they prove to respect and even value her skills, they become her friends and Nic becomes something more, although getting past all the misunderstandings takes up half the book.  I’m not complaining. I absolutely loved every twist and turn. I loved how they were both able to look beyond the differences and see the fabulous people within.

And Adena proved to be as equally brave as the alien catlike creatures. (They don’t deserve being called devils. They seem to be the best men on the planet.)

This is the first book is a series, so there isn’t solid wrap-up at the end, but it’s enough to make me want to read more.  I loved the quiet gentleness of these giant aliens, and Adrena. I loved their protectiveness over Adrena; something she’s never had before. I love their integrity.

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Sunday, November 6, 2016

Libby Doyle shares The Pain Season, Bk 2 of the Covalent Series

The Pain Season: Book II of the Covalent Series
A sexy urban fantasy by Libby Doyle

Book Description

WARNING: This book contains foul language, violence, and explicit sex. Adults only! Although not a cliffhanger, this is not a stand-alone novel. The story will continue in The Vengeance Season.



Tonight’s the night. Rainer Barakiel is going to tell me all his secrets. I thought I’d be excited, but I feel like someone shoved a knife into my gut.

Heh. Fitting, considering I met Rainer because of his expertise in edged weapons. The daggers used in that ritual sacrifice became our best lead, thanks to him. What kind of omen is it, that I met the love of my life because someone found a human spleen in the bushes?

I didn’t expect someone like him. When he opened his door I couldn’t talk, I was so stunned. God, how I flirted with him. Hell of a way for an FBI agent to act. This whole relationship is a hell of a way for an FBI agent to act. I didn’t want to face that he was hiding things from me.

What if he has something to do with this murder?

I’m being paranoid. He’s denied being a criminal and I believe him. I don’t see how my instincts could be so wrong. He can’t be bad. He can’t.

He’s hiding things from me, but he loves me. I feel it. Maybe he didn’t expect to fall in love with me, but he did, and now he wants out. He’s going to confess, leave it all behind. For me.
I wonder, after he tells me all his secrets, will this become a wacky story we love to tell? Or a story I tell only to myself, alone in a stale-smelling apartment, stewing in pain? The story of how my heart got damaged beyond repair.

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Excerpt – Autumnal Equinox – Chapter 1

Set up: In The Passion Season: Book I of the Covalent Series, FBI Agent Alexandra “Zan” O’Gara met Rainer Barakiel when he offered to help the FBI solve a gruesome crime. They fell madly in love, but he didn’t tell her that he’s an exiled alien warrior. Even as he made her feel more connected to life than she’d ever felt, she knew he was hiding things from her. This excerpt is from the beginning of Book II. Rainer plans to reveal his true nature, but before he has the chance, Zan is attacked. He has just called her to warn her that his enemies are coming.


Alexandra O’Gara sat on the couch flipping the pages of a magazine, too nervous to focus on reading. Normally, she liked it when Rainer asked her to wait for him at his place. Compared to her crappy little apartment, the ultra-modern space was an oasis of serenity, its sleek lines warmed by the rich wood of the furniture, the colorful rugs and the bright, abstract paintings. She had started a fire in the massive concrete fireplace despite the warmth of the night. She gazed into the flames.
Her phone buzzed. It was Rainer, talking rapidly, panic in his voice. When the call was over, she put the phone in her lap and stared at the floor.
What the hell?
Rainer’s tone led her to believe she should do as he said. Explanation or no, he wasn’t joking.
So much for my instincts. He must be involved in some criminal enterprise.
She suppressed tears as she pulled her service pistol from her bag. A 9mm Sig Sauer. Rainer had said there would be five assailants. She sent a prayer of thanks out to her FBI partner, Mel, who had insisted she get the Sig that took extra-capacity magazines.
Two twenty-round clips. That should do me.
Zan readied her firearm then ran to the front door. Before she opened it, she heard a vehicle drive into the compound. She looked through the peephole. A box truck.
I’ll never make it to my car. Should I call the police? Do I want to do that to Rainer? Have to explain this to my boss? I can slip out the back.
She remembered what Rainer had said about a defensive position. She decided on the weapons room. Its double doors were sturdy and it had an exit to the back balcony. She ran up the stairs. Once inside the room, she grabbed a pike off the wall and slid it through the handles to prevent the doors from opening. She waited. If they seemed like they could bust through, she would exit to the balcony, jump to the ground and hightail it to her car.
All I can do is hope they don’t leave someone outside to cut off my escape.
Zan opened the south-side window. She heard faint voices, doors slamming, the truck pulling away. She also heard sounds like rabid dogs would make if they were as big as grizzlies. Zan had not been afraid before, operating in some state of unreality, but the sounds brought fear screaming to her mind.
What the hell is that?
She ran to peer through the crack between the weapons room doors. She saw them crash through the front. Five huge, scaly, slobbering monsters with double-sided axes in their hands pushed the heavy wooden doors aside like they were paper.

Oh my god, oh my god. I have gone crazy.
Closing her eyes, Zan tried to breathe, to fight her terror.
Think, soldier. These doors won’t stop them. I’ve got this f*cking pea shooter. I need a f*cking assault rifle. I need help.
Hands shaking, she dialed 911. The beasts stood near the kitchen table, making guttural noises and sniffing the air before they turned their yellow eyes toward the weapons room. She had to get out of there.
“Hello, 911, what is your emergency?”
Zan spoke as she ran toward the balcony door. “I’m being attacked. Bridge and Richmond streets in Bridesburg.”
“Are you injured, ma’am?”
“No. But I will be if you don’t send a squad car now! Send every squad car in the area! I’m being attacked by monsters!”
“Monsters, ma’am?”
Dammit. Why did I say that? She thinks I’m a crank.
“Please. Bad people. Monstrous people.” Zan’s voice was weak with fear. “I have to hang up. I have to hide. Please send help.”
She went onto the balcony, climbed over the railing, hung from the ledge and dropped to the ground. She paused with one hand held over her mouth, the gun clutched in the other.
The response time is ten minutes if I’m lucky. I can’t run. I can’t. Who knows how many people those things would kill? I have to stop them.
Zan took a position behind a nearby tree. From inside she heard a crashing sound. The hideous things burst through the balcony door a few seconds later. She ran towards them, pumping bullets into every monster near the railing, outlined as they were by the light from inside. They howled and batted at their chests, but they did not fall. Zan returned to the tree, taking gulps of air as she reloaded.
I’m a dead woman.

The Passion Season: Book I of the Covalent Series

Book Description

A gruesome crime brings them together. Will his secrets rip them apart?

He is Barakiel. Warrior. Exile. Hopeless romantic. Barakiel is Covalent, a race of ancient beings who use their great power to keep the elemental forces of Creation and Destruction in Balance. The Covalent Council exiled Barakiel to the Earthly Realm as the price of the treachery of his father, Lucifer, who wages perpetual war against it. Lucifer also relentlessly pursues his son. The Council thinks Lucifer views his son's power as a threat, but Barakiel knows his father seeks to destroy even the memory of love.

She is Alexandra O'Gara. FBI Agent. Army veteran. Recovering drunk. Zan's troubled past left her with little interest in men, but she had never encountered anyone like the stunning Rainer Barakiel. Zan believes Barakiel is a wealthy businessman with expertise in edged weapons who can help her with a case. From the moment she meets him she wants him more than she's ever wanted anything, but her intense attraction frightens her as much as it thrills her.

This is their love story. As Zan's deepening feelings for Barakiel lead her to confront her emotional damage, he struggles to meet the demands of his home world so he will be free to love her, and to reveal his true nature. Through the crime that first brought Zan to his door, Barakiel learns his presence in the Earthly Realm has placed some of its most vulnerable citizens in danger. Compelled to protect them, he undertakes a series of duties he may not survive, even as Zan rescues him from a deadened heart.

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Attorney by day, writer of extravagant yarns by night. Considering her tales are filled with sex and violence, Libby Doyle thought a pen name would be prudent. She also thinks it’s kind of fun.

Libby grew up on the East Coast of the United States and attended college in the 1980s, immersed in the underground music scene. She met talented people and troubled people. People who taught her what it means to be your own person.

In the 1990s, Libby went back to school to get a master's degree in journalism. For more than a decade, she worked as a journalist, until her interests led her to law school. She kept her full-time job while attending law school at night, a brutal experience. Though she cursed her stupidity countless times as her body and mind became sick with exhaustion, she’s glad she did it.

She knows she’s lucky. She’s had countless adventures, memories that feed her imagination. Libby has stood atop a hill in Connemara in a cold wind, watching sunlight sparkle off the pristine sea below. She’s crested a trail after a grueling hike to find the glory of the Continental Divide spread before her. She’s been followed by a howler monkey in a Mexican jungle, shared the midday meal with Buddhist monks in Korea, and been pummeled by an opponent in a martial arts test in Japan. She’s trekked for days among the Himalayas, mountains so high and timeless they made her feel completely insignificant, a wonderful feeling.

Libby is married to a man who is funny and kind and patient enough to listen to her chatter on about her characters. She feels like they're her friends. She’s confident they’ll keep you entertained. Through her fanciful tales, she hopes they speak to you.