THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Six Times a Charm, Deanna Chase, Angie Fox, Julie Kenner, Mindy Klasky, Rose Pressey, Liz Schulte {$0.99}

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Six sexy, exciting, laugh-out-loud books from some of the top names in paranormal romance. Enjoy:
• Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
• The Accidental Demon Slayer by Angie Fox
• Carpe Demon by Julie Kenner
• Girl’s Guide to Witchcraft by Mindy Klasky
• How to Date a Werewolf by Rose Pressey
• Easy Bake Coven by Liz Schulte



Individual books each have at least one hundred 4- and 5-star reviews (some have even more!). Three of the books are NY Times bestsellers. One is a USA Today bestseller.

Carpe Demon:
A blend of sophistication and wit that has you laughing out loud!” – Charlaine Harris

The Accidental Demon Slayer:
“Fabulously fun!” – The Chicago Tribune

Girl’s Guide to Witchcraft:
“A zany blend of fantasy and romance.” – Booklist


Six Times a Charm currently has an Amazon reader review rating of 4.8 stars from 14 reviews. Read the reviews here.


An excerpt from Six Times a Charm:

When I opened the door to greet my grandmother for the very first time, I’m not sure what I was expecting. I know I hadn’t envisioned an apple-shaped woman in a Kiss My Asphalt T-shirt, with windburned cheeks and a sagging tattoo of a phoenix on her arm. But what I really didn’t bargain for was a brief hug, followed by a forceful shove that had me landing firmly on my butt on the cold, black-and-white checked floor of my hall bathroom.
“Let me out of here!” I twisted the bathroom doorknob until I wrenched my wrist. How the frig did this happen? One minute I was answering my door, and the next I had landed booty over tea kettle on tile that was about two weeks overdue for a good scrubbing.
“Buck up, sugar cake.” My grandma’s chunky silver rings clinked against the other side of the door, and her gravelly voice sounded like she’d spent the last century breathing semi-truck exhaust. “This is for your own good.”
My own good? In what world could she know what was good for me? I’d never even heard from my mom’s mom until she called me the day before. The next thing I knew, she was flying to Atlanta to meet me. I had assumed that meant air travel, not the hot pink Harley parked in my driveway.
I kicked the door with all my strength. “Ouchie!” I hollered as pain seared my foot. Dang it all. Three years of teaching at Happy Hands Preschool and I couldn’t even cuss right. I limped in circles, the pointed toe of my simple black heel curled up like an elf shoe.
Why tonight, of all nights, did this have to happen?
Grandma chuckled. “Why, Lizzie Brown—kickin’ and a hollerin’. Thank heaven my grandbaby has spunk. I know you’re hacked to Hades, princess. But trust me. If I let you out now, you’d wreck all your pretty furniture.”
She’d obviously cracked her head on the pavement one too many times. As for ruining my Pottery Barn knockoff furniture, my pathetic excuse for a watchdog would take care of that. Pirate, my Jack Russell Terrier, tended to piddle at the first sign of trouble. I pounded against the door until my hands throbbed. Of all the dumb things to do, I had to let a stranger into my house.
Was I that desperate for affection?
Probably. My adoptive parents, Cliff and Hillary, meant well. But they weren’t exactly warm and fuzzy. They didn’t even like to touch each other. So, sue me, it felt good—even if it was a little forced—when my biological grandmother hugged me for the first time.
“Levitis cadre. Familio, madre,” she chanted like a deranged monk.
“Cut it out! Today is my thirtieth birthday, and I’m going to be late for my party if you don’t open this door. Now!” Let’s face it. I couldn’t go out much on my salary. Happy Hands Preschool wasn’t exactly raking in the big bucks. And the one night out of the year where I could count on all of my friends to be dateless and available, this geriatric biker had to take me prisoner.
She rapped her knuckles on her side of the door. As if I were going anywhere. “Lizzie dear? You have ridden a bike before?” she asked, as if I’d taken Hog 101 in high school.
Had she seen my cream-on-white front room? “Yeah, um. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m more of an indoor girl.” Not that I was against motorcycles, in theory. But if Grandma thought I was going to hoist my rear end up on the back of her hog, a pot hole had knocked something loose in her head.
“Well, Lizzie, the thing is…” She paused to find the right words to say whatever it was I was sure I didn’t want to hear. She cleared her throat. “Our coven’s on the run.”
Oh lordy. “You think you’re a witch?”
“Am a witch, darlin’. So was your mother. And if I wasn’t such a damned good witch, all hell wouldn’t be after us. I don’t have time to spell it out for you right now, but do you own any leather chaps?”
Yeah, hanging right next to my white capri pants. “No!”
“Well, that bites,” she said. “Life on the road can chafe your thighs.”


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The King of the Winter (In The Absence of Light), Andy Monk {$0.99 or Borrow FREE w/Prime!}

The road has brought him home.

Running from a broken heart and the hangman’s noose he followed the road across Europe; searching for happiness in a pretty girl’s smile, the turn of a card and the depths of a brandy glass. Instead he became a womaniser, and then a thief living behind a charmer’s mask until, finally, the road ensnared him in insanity and murder.

It is 1708, the Age of The Enlightenment, and, in the shadow of the nearly completed St Paul’s Cathedral, Caleb Cade has returned to London a broken man; incapable of love and terrified of the grave, his only friend the half imagined ghost of his dead brother.

The road has now brought him home for there is nowhere left to run, and his only hope of redemption is to find the man he might have been.

Haunted by his own ghosts and demons, he relives the events of his childhood that led to the death of the only friend he had ever known, and the fear that The King of the Winter is forever peering through the window, all cold of heart and sly of eye, waiting to take him down to damnation.

But whist one journey ends and another begins. He is befriended by a fellow libertine, Louis Defane, a strange man around which strange things seem to happen. A man with an insatiable appetite for all the pleasures of life, a man who can seemingly bend people’s will to his own, a man with sparkling blue January eyes and snow white hair.

A man who might not be a man at all…

Book One of the dark romance series In the Absence of Light; a story of love, loss, vampires and the black hearts of men.

Book Two (A Bad Man’s Song) and Book Three (Ghosts in the Blood) and Book Four (The Love of Monsters) are all now available.

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It is so well done that you can’t help but read on to get all the pieces of the puzzle to try to figure Caleb out. There are some excellent twists that I didn’t see coming.

What a great story this was. A must read if you like dark stories that are definitely well thought and intricately built.

Loving this series! Many twists and turns, hard to put down. Can’t wait for the next book to come out.

The average Amazon Reader Review Rating is currently 4.5 stars {6 reviews}.

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Kiss of Midnight, Lara Adrian {$0.99}

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In KISS OF MIDNIGHT, the first book of the wildly popular Midnight Breed vampire romance series, a gifted young photographer gets caught in the crosshairs of a growing war within the Breed, thrusting her into the arms of the darkly sensual leader of the race’s warrior Order.

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“One of the consistently best paranormal series out there . . . Adrian writes compelling individual stories (with wonderful happily ever afters) within a larger story arc that is unfolding with a refreshing lack of predictability.” –Romance Novel News


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Kiss of Midnight currently has a Amazon reader review rating of 3.9 stars, with 314 reviews! Read the reviews here!


Excerpt from Kiss of Midnight:


Present Day

“Remarkable. Just look at the use of light and shadow–”

“You see how this image hints at the sorrow of the place, yet manages to convey a promise of hope?”

“–one of the youngest photographers to be included in the museum’s new modern art collection.”

Gabrielle Maxwell stood back from the group of exhibit attendees, nursing a flute of warm champagne as yet another crowd of faceless, nameless, Very Important People enthused over the two dozen black-and-white photographs displayed on the gallery walls. An introvert by nature, it made her uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of this much praise and attention . . . but it did pay the bills. Quite nicely, at that. Tonight it was also paying the bills for her friend Jamie, the owner of the funky little art gallery on Newbury Street, which, at ten minutes to closing, was still packed with prospective buyers.

Numb with the whole process of meeting and greeting, of smiling politely as everyone from moneyed Back Bay wives to multi-pierced, tattooed Goths tried to impress one another–and her–with analyses of her work, Gabrielle couldn’t wait for the exhibit to end. She had been hiding in the shadows for the past hour, contemplating a stealth escape to the comfort of a warm shower and a soft pillow, both waiting at her apartment on the city’s East side.

But she had promised a few of her friends–Jamie, Kendra, and Megan–that she would join them for dinner and drinks after the showing. As the last couple of stragglers made their purchases and left the gallery, Gabrielle found herself being gathered up and swept into a cab before she had a chance to so much as think of begging off.

“What an awesome night!” Jamie’s androgynous blond hair swung around his face as he leaned across the other two women to clutch Gabrielle’s hand. “I’ve never had so much weekend traffic in the gallery–and tonight’s sales receipts were amazing! You weren’t too miserable in there, were you?”

“How could she be, with half of Boston falling at her feet?” gushed Kendra, before Gabrielle could answer for herself. “Was that the governor I saw you talking with over the canapés?”

“Yeah,” Gabrielle replied without much enthusiasm. She had a stack of business cards in her pocketbook–at least a year of steady work, if she wanted it–so why was she tempted to open the taxi window and scatter them all to the wind?

“Is anything wrong, Gab?” Megan asked from beside her on the taxi’s bench seat. “You seem quiet.”

Gabrielle shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’m just . . . I don’t know. Tired, I guess.”

“Somebody get this woman a drink–stat!” Kendra, the dark-haired nurse, joked.

“Nah,” Jamie countered, sly and catlike. “What our Gab really needs is a man. You’re too serious, sweetie. It’s not healthy to let your work consume you like you do. Have some fun! When’s the last time you got laid, anyway?”

Too long ago, but Gabrielle wasn’t really keeping track.

“Jamie is right, you know,” Kendra added. “You need to loosen up, get a little wild.”

“If you like dance clubs, there’s a new one just opened in the north end,” the cabbie interjected, his spearmint chewing gum cracking as he spoke. “I been takin’ fares over there all week. Fact, took two already tonight–fancy after-hours place called La Notte.”

“Ooh, La No-tay,” Jamie purred, tossing a playful look over his shoulder and arching an elegant brow. “Sounds perfectly wicked to me, girls. Let’s go!”

# # #

The club La Notte was housed in a High Victorian Gothic building that had long been known as St. John’s Trinity Parish Church, until recent Archdiocese of Boston payouts on priest sex scandals forced the closings of dozens of such places around the city. Now, as Gabrielle and her friends made their way inside the crowded club, synthesized trance and techno music rang in the rafters. On the dance floor–and in nearly every square foot of La Notte’s main floor and the gallery above–people moved against one another in writhing, mindless sensuality.

“Holy shit,” Kendra shouted over the music, raising her arms and dancing her way through the thick crowd. “What a place, huh? This is crazy!”

They hadn’t even cleared the first knot of clubbers before a tall, lean guy swooped in on the spunky brunette and bent to say something in her ear. Kendra gave a throaty laugh and nodded enthusiastically at him.

“Boy wants to dance,” she giggled, passing her handbag to Gabrielle. “Who am I to refuse!”

“This way,” Jamie said, pointing to a small empty table near the bar as their friend trotted off with her partner.

The three of them got seated and Jamie ordered a round of drinks. Gabrielle scanned the dance floor for Kendra, but she’d been devoured in the midst of the crowded space. Despite the crush of people all around, Gabrielle could not dismiss the sudden sensation that she and her friends were sitting in a spotlight. Like they were somehow under scrutiny simply for being there in the club. It was nuts to think it. Maybe she had been working too much, spending too much time alone at home, if being out in public could make her feel so self-conscious. So paranoid.

“Here’s to Gab!” Jamie exclaimed over the roar of the music, raising his martini glass in salute.

Megan lifted hers, too, and clinked it against Gabrielle’s. “Congratulations on a great exhibit tonight!”

“Thanks, you guys.”

As she sipped the neon yellow concoction, Gabrielle’s feeling of being observed returned. Or rather, increased. She felt a stare reach out to her from across the darkened distance. Over the rim of her martini glass, she glanced up and caught the glint of a strobe light nicking off a pair of dark sunglasses.

Sunglasses hiding a gaze that was unmistakably fixed on her through the crowd.

The quick flashes from the strobes cast his stark features in hard shadow, but Gabrielle’s eyes took him in at once. Spiky black hair falling loosely around a broad, intelligent brow and lean, angular cheeks. A strong, stern jaw. And his mouth . . . his mouth was generous and sensual, even when quirked in that cynical, almost cruel line.

Gabrielle looked away, unnerved, a rush of warmth skittering along her limbs. His face lingered in her head, burned there in an instant, like an image set to film. She put down her drink and braved another quick glance to where he stood. But he was gone.

A loud crash sounded at the other end of the bar, jerking Gabrielle’s attention over her shoulder. At one of the crowded tables, liquor seeped onto the floor, spilled from several broken glasses that littered the black lacquered surface. Five guys in dark leather and shades were having words with another guy, this one wearing a Dead Kennedys wife-beater tank and torn, faded blue jeans. One of the thugs in leather had his arm slung around a drunk-looking platinum blond, who seemed to know the punker. Boyfriend, apparently. He made a grab for the girl’s arm, but she slapped him away and bent her head to let one of the thugs put his mouth on her neck. She stared defiantly at her furious boyfriend, all the while playing with the long brown hair of the guy fastened to her throat.

“That’s messed up,” Megan said, turning back around as the situation escalated across the bar.

“Sure is,” Jamie added as he finished off his martini and flagged a server to bring another round. “Evidently that chick’s mama forgot to tell her it’s bad news not to leave with the guy who brought you.”

Gabrielle watched for another moment, long enough to see a second biker move in on the girl and descend on her slackened mouth. She accepted both of them together, her hands coming up to caress the dark head at her neck and the pale one that was sucking her face like he meant to eat her alive. The punker boyfriend shouted a string of obscenities at the girl, then turned around and shoved his way into the crowd.

Gabrielle’s skin prickled. “This place is creeping me out.”

Her friends didn’t seem to hear her over the driving pound of the music. They also didn’t seem to share Gabrielle’s unease. Something wasn’t quite right here, and Gabrielle could not shake the feeling that eventually the night was going to get ugly.

She found her gaze drifting over the sea of bobbing heads and swaying bodies, surreptitiously searching for the sunglass-shaded eyes that had been watching her before. Was he with the other thugs–one of that gang of bikers still stirring up trouble on the other side of the bar? He was dressed like them, certainly carried the same dark air of danger about him.

Whoever he was, Gabrielle saw no trace of him now.

She leaned back in her chair, then nearly jumped out of her skin when a pair of hands came to rest on her shoulders from behind.

“Here you are! I’ve been looking all over for you guys!” Kendra, sounding breathless and animated at the same time, leaned over the table. “Come on. I’ve got a table for us on the other side of the club. Brent and some of his friends want to party with us!”

Gabrielle stood up and looped the strap of her handbag over her shoulder. “You guys go on, have fun. I’m beat. I think I’m just going to catch a cab and head back home.”

Kendra gave her a little girl pout. “You’re sure you won’t stay? Just one more drink?”

“Nah. I really need to take off, and get some air. Enjoy yourselves, but be careful, right?”

“Suit yourself.” Kendra stepped in and planted a quick peck on her cheek. As she withdrew, Gabrielle caught a whiff of vodka, and, beneath that, something less obvious. Something musky, queerly metallic. “You’re a buzzkill, Gab, but I still love you.”

With a wink, Kendra looped her arms with Jamie and Megan’s, then playfully tugged them toward the churning mass of people.

Gabrielle immediately started her trek for the door, anxious to be out of the club. The longer she had stayed there, the louder the music seemed to get, drumming in her head, making it hard to think. People pushed at her from all sides as she tried to pass through them, squeezing her into the press of dancing, flailing, gyrating bodies. She was jostled and nudged, pawed at and groped by unseen hands in the dark, until, finally, she stumbled into the vestibule near the club’s entrance, then out the heavy double doors.

The night was cool outside, and dark. She drew in a deep breath, clearing her head of the noise and smoke and the unsettling atmosphere of La Notte. The music still throbbed out here, the strobe lights still flashed like small explosions behind the tall stained glass windows above, but Gabrielle relaxed a bit now that she was free.

She spotted a yellow cab coming her way, and thrust out her hand to call it over. “Taxi!”

As the empty cab navigated across the lanes of nighttime traffic and roared up beside her, the doors of the nightclub burst open with the force of a hurricane.

“Hey, man! What the–” Behind Gabrielle on the steps, a male voice rose to an octave just north of fear. “Touch me again, and I’ll–”

“You’ll what?” taunted another voice, this one low and deadly, and flanked by several others that were chuckling in amusement.

It was the gang from the bar, the bikers or whatever they were, in black leather and shades. The six of them circled the punker like a pack of wolves, taking turns swiping at him, toying with him like prey.

The kid threw a swing at one of them–missed–and the situation went from bad to worse.

All at once, the scuffle came crashing toward Gabrielle at the curb. The gang of thugs threw the punker up against the hood of the cab, slamming their fists into the kid’s face. Blood splattered like raindrops from his nose and mouth, some of it hitting Gabrielle. She took a step back, stunned and horrified. The kid scrabbled to get away, but his attackers stayed on him, beating him with a fury Gabrielle could hardly fathom.

“Get off my car!” the cabbie shouted out his open window. “Jesus Christ! Take it somewhere else, you hear me!”

One of the assailants turned his head toward the cabbie, smiled a terrible smile, then brought his large fist down on the windshield, shattering the glass into a spiderweb of cracks. Gabrielle saw the cabbie cross himself, his mouth working soundlessly within the car. There was a grinding of gears, then a piercing screech of tires as the taxi jerked into reverse, dislodging the burden from its hood.

“Wait!” Gabrielle screamed, too late.

Her ride home–her escape from this brutal scene–was gone.

With a cold lump of fear lodged in her throat, she watched the cab speed off, careening into the street and its red tail lights disappearing into the dark.


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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: The Dream Slayer (The Dream Slayer Series), Jill Cooper {$1.99 or Borrow FREE w/Prime!}

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Two girls. Two worlds. One Destiny.

Natalie Johnson has always dreamed she’s someone else; calm, beautiful, in control. A chosen warrior with a maniacal arch nemesis and a dreamy boyfriend, the type that can make your knees melt and your heart quiver.

Real life is much different. She’s tormented by a bully and endures the sharp tongue of her father, but finds solace in her dreams.

When her bully ends up dead, de ja vu from a dream hits her hard as everything around her begins to fall apart. Whatever killed Sarah in her dreams is now in reality, hunting her from the shadows. And it wants her dead.

Somehow as the lines between reality and nightmare blur, Natalie must discover hidden strength to pull her friends and family back from the brink of madness.



Jill Cooper’s debut novel offers a lot of *punch.* Bam, kapow, hiyaaah! Witty dialogue, memorable characters, and hilarity in the face of certain doom all make for a stunning read. 

Natalie,is nothing like Buffy.Shes better. Ms.Cooper gives us a much needed reality check and a breath of fang-tinted air.

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Her foot pumped the brake pedal, but still the bus would not be slowed. It would not be stopped. They were on a crash course with death and destruction.

Natalie’s least favorite D words.

The tires were long blown out on the yellow school bus. Its rims mulched a groove into the pavement and vibrated against the brake pads. Out of control, it veered left and accelerated until it rode up on its right-side wheels, the left wheels leaving the ground.

The bus driver was slumped on the floor, and in his place behind the steering wheel, Natalie gritted her teeth. The teenage girl shouted, “Hang on!” Her knuckles gripped the steering wheel, turning the speeding bus wildly to the right.

Her classmates screamed and jostled in their seats. Apparently, they didn’t appreciate her high-speed tour through the mountains of Meadow’s Creek.

Why don’t these buses have seat belts anyway?Natalie wondered to herself. There was no time to consider the answer. Just as she turned the corner, a pedestrian stepped out into the middle of the street.

Natalie swerved to avoid hitting him and narrowly missed the oncoming traffic. “This is the type of stress that causes wrinkles,” she muttered. Her pulse raced and the palms of her hands were sweaty. The bus jolted as it clipped the sidewalk, nearly ramming into a wooden bench.

When she’d left her house with café mocha in hand that morning, the last thing on Natalie’s mind was being cast in the “Speed” reboot. She let out a slow breath, beads of sweat clinging to her forehead, and kicked her boot to the brake. Except for a lot of squealing, nothing happened; the bus continued at top speed—right toward the high school.

Natalie could use a day off from homeroom and bad cafeteria food, but not like this.

She glanced down at the unconscious bus driver. “I really wish you were doing this.” With a rushed breath, Natalie throttled into neutral and applied the emergency brake.

Metal squealed against metal, and the steering wheel vibrated in her hands. The vibration traveled up her arms and down her spine like she was at the loudest rock concert in history. When she cranked to the left, the gears gave a high-pitched whine and smoke began to waft through the heat vents. The metal fought against her with everything it had, and Natalie just prayed she’d be strong enough.

The metal grinding itself into mulch was loud, but the students’ screams were louder. Fearing for their lives, their voices reached a new fevered pitch of wails and sobs. The bus spun, spiraling toward Meadow Creek High.

Natalie had spent half her high school career training for situations like these, but her stomach still churned, spinning out of control with vertigo. She could barely make sense of her surroundings but heard the bristle of tree branches and felt their twigs scrapping against her cheek. She swatted at them and held her arms up defensively as the bus lurched forward.

The front bumper caught on a fire hydrant and yanked the bus to an abrupt halt just inches from the school wall. The bus rocked onto two wheels before slamming down onto its final resting place, moaning like a dying t-rex.

The school was close enough to touch. Outside smelled like freshly cut lawn, but it was just the bus using its rims to till the earth. Natalie Johnson’s landscaping bus, at your service. She lowered her shaking arms from her face and took a deep breath, removing the keys from the ignition for some reason.

Her eyes trained on the fire hydrant. Everyone knew you weren’t supposed to park next to one of those, especially in a loading zone. I sure hope I’m not getting a ticket for this. As if my day isn’t going bad enough.

“Everybody okay?” Natalie’s voice was unsteady. The question sounded false to her; of course no one was okay.

Her classmates since elementary school remained seated. Some were green, others held their hands to their faces like they might puke, while a few clung to each other in terror. Marcy, a girl from homeroom, sobbed into her bundle of magazines repeating, “I’m not ready to die.”

Natalie stood on jelly legs and turned to face the group. “Everyone, we’ll be okay—”

ThumpThump. She was interrupted by a noise from above.

She gazed up and saw the roof vibrate from the weight of something heavy above her head. He was still on the roof.


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Transcendent: Tales of the Paranormal, Lani Woodland, Melonie Piper, Rita J Webb, Wendy Swore, Melanie Marks, Heather McCubbin, Evan Joseph {$0.99}

Discover the secrets of a siren, fly with a hawk girl over the mountains of Montana, and flee supernatural party-crashers as the décor comes to life in this magical journey through paranormal stories.

Along the way, watch for ghosts in a haunted house, or ride through the moonlight with a stranger. Save a comatose boy who has lost his soul, and don’t forget to bring your garlic and wolfsbane—you never know when the shadows will snag you.

Transcendent includes eight stories of magic, love, death, and choice by some of the newest names in young adult fiction.

What readers are saying:

A couple quick review blurbs:

“Transcendent is deliciously creepy with hauntingly unforgettable stories that will keep readers glued to the page–even after the lights go out.” ~Elana Johnson, author of Possession

“Holy cow, I loved this book!!! I’m not usually a short story person, but this was full of creepy tales, love stories, ghosts, and things that go bump in the dark. A fascinating, well written paranormal collection I’d recommend to any and all!” ~Karen E. Hoover, author of The Wolfchild Saga

The average Amazon reader review is currently 4.5 stars {12 reviews}.


Revenge Is Sweet, A Kali Sweet Urban Fantasy Story, Misty Evans {$3.99}

Payback is a bitch and her name is Kali Sweet…

I’m Kali Sweet, the best damn vengeance demon on Earth. I work for the supernatural world’s Justice Department and protect innocent humans from otherworldly creatures like me. While I can’t take revenge for myself, I make sure justice is done for others.

But when my latest run-in with Chicago’s vampire king backfires, the fallout leaves me with three big problems: a powerful Undead enemy who wants my head, my boss looking over my shoulder, and three personal blood slaves jeopardizing my reputation.

One of those slaves happens to be sexy rock star Radison Beaumont – the half-human, half-chaos demon who left me at the altar three hundred years ago. Even if he does need my blood now to survive, Rad and I will always be enemies.

Especially since he’s joined an ancient society of demon killers–and I’m the number one demon on their most wanted list.

106,000 words

What readers are saying:

“This story is one of those where you want to be the hero of the book! Kali is a Buffy the vampire slayer new genre.” ~Proserpine, Craving Books

“Everyone knows I like snarky ladies and Kali is snarky, has an attitude, doesn’t take crap and knows how to kick @ss.” ~ Urban Fantasy Investigations

The average Amazon reader review is currently 5 stars {8 reviews}.

THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Apocalypse Babes: The Complete Series, Bella Street {$4.99}

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No mad skillz, no sacred destiny, just a pink tracksuit that will take her places she never wanted to go…

Apocalypse Babes (The Complete Series). All six full length novels in a set for one low price. Includes The Z Word, The X Factor, iRobotronic, Kumbaya Much, Bite Me, and Apocalypse For Realz. Unabridged and complete.

It’s been said that a sure sign of the coming apocalypse is an 80s roller skate disco movie coming to DVD (with special features). In the science-fiction novel series Apocalypse Babes, a stylish group of twenty-something friends are torn from the Babylonian arms of 2006 West Hollywood and flung nearly thirty years into the past. It might be because one of them purchased the taboo film in a nostalgic moment, setting off a chain of events more disturbing than a roller skating conga line. They wake up in an apocalyptic but strangely familiar landscape, complete with a hidden mountain compound and retro survivalists, hinting at hidden and retro secrets they must face if they want to survive.


“Ms. Street is to be highly commended for her original cast of characters and the brilliant world she creates. Layered with cultural references from the eighties and today, [Apocalypse Babes] is an exciting and fast-paced mix of adventure and dysfunction.” Linda Andrews Paranormal Journey

“Part science fiction, part romance, part mystery, part fantasy,  [Apocalypse Babes] is all entertainment. From the out-of-the-box zombies to the creepy mind control, heroine Seffy Carter grows from vacuous airhead with a serious case of denial to savvy survivor unwilling to drink the KoolAid.” Joan Reeves of SlingWords Blog

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Apocalypse Babes: The Complete Series currently has a review rating of 5 stars from 6 reviews!  Read the reviews here.


An excerpt from Apocalypse Babes: The Complete Series:

The Z Word

by Bella Street


The stuffy air in the car thickened in the silence. Seffy leaned her head against the window, realizing Verity was the least of her problems at the moment. She forced her mind to more pleasant thoughts. Like grabbing a skinny latte on her way to the clinic near Cedars-Sinai Hospital where she worked as a receptionist until her acting career took off. On a regular day, after pulling files and catching up on voice mail, she’d join a couple of the other office girls for lunch at the Farmer’s Market. Sunlight would reflect off the sports cars and limos, cell phones would twitter, and all would be right with the world.

“Okay, I’ve waited long enough,” Addison said, reaching past Gareth to pop the door lock. Gareth appeared annoyed but eased open the door.

“I don’t remember it squeaking that loud yesterday,” Lani said, her blue eyes huge. “At least it’s more or less light out. I don’t know where you’re gonna go though. No privacy behind those weedy shrubs.”

They watched as Gareth climbed out, followed by Addison. The two stretched and looked around.

“Is it safe?” Lani asked.

Gareth peeked back into the interior of the car. “Seems okay. We can see pretty far and there’s nothing around except this car and an old broken down shed a ways off.”

“Maybe it’s an outhouse,” Seffy said. Geez, did I just say that out loud?

Lani giggled and scooted across the seat. “I need to stretch my legs. Are you coming?”

Seffy rubbed her face. “I guess we have to get out of here sometime.” Her own bladder was becoming an issue.

When she joined the others next to the door, she scanned the horizon, wondering what could’ve spooked her so—besides her actual surroundings. The sand still shimmered, the sky was an eerie purplish-pink and the sun burned over-bright, like a pink light bulb about to pop.

Seffy saw Addy head toward the shack. “Watch out for black widows in there,” she called sweetly, unable to resist the dig.

Addison waved her off and continued trudging toward the small structure with single-minded intensity. Gareth followed at a slower pace.

“If it’s a good place to go, I’m next,” Lani said, scrunching up her nose.

“Well, this isn’t going to get awkward.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to have proper facilities in a doomsday world.”

If that’s what this is. Seffy took a deep breath. “And a coffee shop.”

“And a boutique.” Lani looked down at her clothes with a rueful smile. “I’m filthy.”

That’s right, think positive. “Me, too. Hopefully, we’ll figure out which way L.A. is and head that way. When we get there, I think I’ll splurge on a whole new wardrobe at the Grove.”

Lani’s face clouded. “Or maybe this is all that’s left after—”

A scream cut off her words. Seffy shielded her eyes and gazed toward the shack. “Looks like she found spiders after all.”

Addison stumbled from behind the structure and broke into a run. Gareth met up with her and tried to grab her arm, but she flew by him, racing toward the car.


Lani and Seffy glanced at each other.

“Snakes?” Lani said.

Another figure emerged from behind the shack. A man. Heebeejeebies skittered up Seffy’s spine as she grabbed Lani’s arm. What the hell?

Gareth motioned toward them as he neared. “Get in the car!”

“Why? Who is he?”

“Just do it!”

The fear in his voice made them move. They dove through the open door of the Caddy, Gareth and Addison right behind them.

“Lock it!” Addy screamed.

After the doors were secure, they sat there breathing hard.

“What happened?” Seffy asked, her heart slamming against her rib cage like a rabid weasel. Which convinced her this was all too real.

Addison burst into tears. Gareth put his arm around her while peering through the window. “It’s not help. Must be who you saw earlier.”

“Who was it?” Lani asked in a small voice.

“You mean what was it,” Addison said through gritted teeth.

“A man,” he said. “But something was wrong with him. He was apparently in the shed.”

“He tried to bite me!”

They all looked at Addison, then at each other. Okaaaay. Seffy had never seen Addison so scared. “What do you mean something was wrong with him?”

Gareth drew in a breath. “His skin was gray…and there were bloodstains on his shirt.

Addison pulled her hands from her face, her eyes wild. “He was a freaking zombie!”

Lani gasped. “No way!”

Seffy blinked. Well, there went the reality theory. “A zombie. Um, there’s no such thing. Gareth?”

Gareth avoided her eyes and kept checking out the rear window. “Let’s just say that if he was pretending, he’d win a Golden Globe.”

Cleansing breath time. “Guys, I know we’re rattled from the whole blastamajiggy, but couldn’t he just be a victim like us who got hurt?”

No one answered. The air in the car seemed to solidify. Trying to ignore her rising anxiety, Seffy looked out the rear window. She jumped when she realized the man was nearing the car. Pressing herself against the seat, she cleared her throat. “So we’re just going to sit here and hope he goes away?”

“Yes!” Addison said, seething. “We’re going to sit until forever if that’s what it takes!”

Gareth pulled her head to his shoulder and shh-ed her. “I have to agree, for the time being. That guy, uh, doesn’t seem interested in helping us.”

Seffy jumped again at the sound of a thump on the back of the car. “Oh, crap.”

“Remain silent,” Gareth whispered.

“Um, he just saw four people get into this car.”

“I don’t know what else to do, Sef,” he hissed. “Just be quiet.”

They held their collective breath, which only made them able to hear a sudden moan all the more.

“Oh. My. God,” Lani croaked.

The man lurched around the car, moaning. Seffy watched in horror as his hand pressed against her window, leaving a bloody print. Next came a filmy, sightless eye staring through the glass.

Lani and Addison shrieked in unison.

Seffy reared away from the window, squishing Lani. “What are we gonna do?”

Gareth’s dark eyes were wide with shock. “I don’t know. I can’t think!”

“Look around on the floor. Maybe there’s something we can use as a weapon,” Seffy said. As she and Gareth began the search, Lani started to cry.

After ransacking the front and back seats, they came up empty. Seffy looked at Gareth, a roaring in her ears. “Is there any way to access the trunk from here? Maybe there’s a tire iron inside?”

He paused. “I’d have to go outside.”

Addison shook her head. “No! No one is going outside!”

Gareth ran a hand through his hair, his expression tense. “We may have to.”

“What?” Lani cried.

“If this is the worst case scenario, and that dude is a—”

“Zombie!” Addison cried, her lips white.

“—then we need to think this through with zombie logic.”

Seffy threw her hands in the air. “Which is?”

He licked his lips. “We have to assume there’s more than one. He’s got blood on his shirt and that would mean he—”

Lani clapped her hands over her ears. “Don’t say it!”

He glanced at her with regret before continuing. “He won’t stop until he…gets to us. If there are more, the moaning will attract them to where we are.”

The moaning outside intensified as if in agreement.

“Okay,” Seffy said, attempting logic despite the fact she was beginning to hyperventilate. “We’re contemplating injuring a person who is already injured. Maybe he just needs our help.”

“You’re the one who freaked first,” Addison snapped.

“He’s not just someone who got hurt, Sef,” Gareth said. “He’s someone we need to avoid.”

Seffy squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “So you’re saying we have to make a run for it while there’s only one? But where would we go?”

His brown gaze implored hers. “I don’t know. But if we’re surrounded here and they break through the glass, then we’re trapped.”

“They can break glass?” Addison said, clutching her head.

Seffy gulped. “How do you know that?”

Lani sent her a pinched look. “It’s what happens in the movies.”

“I’ve never seen a zombie movie,” Seffy said, wondering how her sweet friend could stomach such a thing.

“There are actually books that document—”

Seffy turned to Gareth in disbelief. “Books? You’ve read about this?”

“—actual occurrences.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Did you read these books before or after you were at Radio Shack?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Addison yelled. “God, Seffy!”

Seffy ignored Addison and tried to prioritize her thoughts, but the moaning outside made it impossible. The hand began thumping on the glass. “Yeah, okay, which way do we run?”

Gareth leaned forward, scanning the landscape through the windshield. “Um…I guess away from any structures in case that’s where they’re hiding.”

“And we’re sure they can’t run, right?” she said. “They shamble or something?”

“They’re shambolic,” Gareth said.

“Correction noted! So we count to three and bolt?”

“I guess.” Gareth looked at the other two. “You girls ready?”

“Ready for what?” Addison said. “How are we going to do this?”

“I’m going to unlock my door since he’s on the other side of the car,” Gareth said. “I’ll ease it open and we will hurry out. When we’re all out, we start running…that way.” He pointed to a hill far off. “Head up there.”

“The way we came. Great.” Seffy looked out her window and saw the man press a gray cheek against the smudged glass. Her stomach lurched. “Okay, we can do this.”

“Like we have a choice,” Addison said on a sob.

Gareth looked at everyone in turn. “We’re going to stick together and we’re going to be fine.”

“In the movies, everyone is picked off until there’s one person left and the camera zeros in on the last act of carnage—”

“Not helping, Addison,” Seffy growled. “Okay, this guy is getting antsy. I say we do this now.”

Gareth unlocked the door. The man continued thumping on the glass. Gareth eased open the door, which sounded like a rabbit caught in a wolf’s jaws. The man jerked upright and reoriented himself.

“Go!” Gareth jumped outside and pulled everyone out. In a tangle of arms, legs, and screams, they rushed in the direction Gareth had indicated. The sand made running all but impossible but they clambered up the hill as fast as their adrenaline would take them. When they reached the crest, they turned and looked back toward the car. The man stood by the open door and moaned as if in existential disappointment.

“All right,” Gareth said, gasping for breath. “Everyone keep a sharp lookout for any others.”

Everything was the same as the day before. Occasional trees and bushes under a weird sky, low bluffs, rubble, the car…and now the icky guy lurching in their direction. Seffy couldn’t bring herself to use the Z word. “And here I was hoping this was all just a dream—”

“THIS IS NOT A DREAM!” Addison’s tear-stained face flushed red as she glared at her.

Gareth tried to put his arm around her, but she avoided his touch. He turned to Seffy. “Why do you keep talking about this not being real?”

She lowered her voice. “Addison always thinks I’m in denial, but seriously, all this could not happen in real life. I…I must be having a drunken dream, right?”

“Seffy, what is the last ‘real’ thing you remember?”

She concentrated sifting the normal memories from the unreal ones. “Being at the tanning salon with Verity.”

“I was at the electronics store, the other girls were doing their thing. And we all experienced the blast. We’re all here together.”

Seffy clasped her hands together. “It still doesn’t prove anything.”

“You say this is a drunken dream,” he said. “Were you drinking at the tanning salon?”

“No, I haven’t imbibed since that party in the Valley last month. Puked my guts out afterwards and you had to help me clean up, which explains my reticence for a repeat.” She blinked. And I reminded him of that humiliating night why?


Seffy pressed her lips together, more confused than ever.

Gareth put his hands on her shoulders. “So for now, I need you present. Even if this turns out to be something else, pretend it isn’t. Act like this is real.” He frowned. “You don’t want to be zombie nosh in a dream anyway, right?”

“Zombies aren’t real.” When he started to speak, she put up her hand, “But for your sake, I’ll be ‘present’.”

“For our sakes.”

Seffy wondered how the admission changed anything. “Fine.”

“Ohhh,” Addy said, her moan an eerie counterpoint to the sound coming up the hill. “How can this be happening? I cannot deal with this!”

Gareth looked down the hill, then ran his hands through his hair. “We’ve got to find some shelter.”

“Except shelter seems to be where they like to hide,” Lani pointed out, her pretty face pale with fear.

Seffy noticed the man stumbling as he attempted to climb the hill. “Can’t we outrun him? I mean, he’s so slow.”

“They’re slow,” he said, “but they’re also like the Energizer Bunny, if you know what I mean.”

“I love that bunny,” Lani said with a wobbly smile. “How cute is it for a rabbit to wear flip flops?”

Seffy emitted a nervous laugh. “Remember when we used to say thongs instead of flip flops?”

“A lot of things changed when we moved to L.A,” Gareth said, his tone distracted.

Addison gasped. “I think there’s another one! Look over there!”

They watched a woman with a see-saw gait emerge from behind a tree and head toward the hill.

Seffy shaded her eyes with her hand and squinted. “I can’t believe she’s wearing fringed moccasin boots.”

Addison’s eyes widened. “Are you seriously commenting on her outfit? We’re trying not to be murdered here!”

“Sorry. I just happened to notice, okay?”

“The guy was wearing one of those silky landscape print shirts,” Gareth said, his expression grim. “We’re gonna need weapons.”

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: INITIATION (Bonfire Academy Book One) (Bonfire Chronicles), Imogen Rose {$3.99}

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Description of INITIATION (Bonfire Academy Book One) (Bonfire Chronicles):

Welcome to Bonfire Academy!

Set in the foothills of the alpine mountains in St.Moritz, this exclusive private school caters to a special kind of student. Enter at your own risk… but if you are human, you may not want to enter at all.

WARNING: This YA story is set in a school for paranormals who are very different from normal human teens. Thus, the language and some scenes might not be appropriate for younger YA readers. Recommended for those sixteen and above.



5 out of 5 stars – Misty Baker

I have this little black book I carry everywhere in my purse, it’s small, tattered and to most people looks like it is filled with junk, but to me it’s important. See…a few years ago (ok…like 15) when I wrote my first book I strived to be just like everyone else. I thought conformity is what the world wanted, (an a-typical 3 part story with exactly 2 upsets and 1 very dramatic ending.) Then one day when I was curled up in a chair in the library I spotted (laying on the floor in a corner) this beautifully bound book with gold inlays and pages so old they looked as though they would crack when turning them. Curiosity obviously getting the best of me I picked it up. On the first page I saw this:

“It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.” – Herman Melville

That one phrase changed my life, AND my perception of what people expected. So I wrote it down, in a little black book, and put it in my purse.

Now, I can’t tell you exactly how many times I have read that 1 phrase since I wrote it down, but every time I read a book, and then bask in the brilliance of it’s originality I think of Herman and his wise advice. THEN…I think of the authors that exude this quality more than most.

Imogen Rose is one of these authors.


“Set in the foothills of the alpine mountains in St.Moritz, this exclusive private school caters to a special kind of student. Enter at your own risk… but if you are human, you may not want to enter at all.”

There are, (and quite frankly always have been) a few prominent characteristics to Imogen’s writing that I go gaga over.

1. She (like I stated above) has this uncanny ability to create unique and often action packed plot lines. Yes, there are a fair share of paranormal “private school” series out there (For example the Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead) but Imogen always manages to find a way to make her’s stand out. This time (as with it’s predecessor Faustine) the school does not limit itself to paranormal “standards,” (1 race, 1 book) instead her world is as wide open as her imagination will allow; drawing from all aspects of the paranormal/occult world and mingling them into 1 very seamless thought.

2. She can write emotional entanglements like she herself is currently engaged in one. While most people focus solely on one angle of teenage “lust” or rather “angst,” Imogen explores the more rational side of the relationships as well (aka allowing her cast to admit their reservations and overall a-moral inhibitions and grow from them.) This alone enables us as readers to connect to the characters on a more personal level, AND do all of this while enjoying the push and pull of the always present teenage love triangle.

3. Though she may not realize it herself she is funny. Not slap stick, of course, (unless you consider a very nervous demon upchucking on a hot boy funny) but in more of a “wow…she is so totally cute with her wanna-be homespun slang” type of funny; other wise known as the word “hoot” (which for the record I think she uses about 400 times in this book.)

What about the concept of the book overall? Well…as per usual (because at this point if she writes “crap” I would be stunned and disappointed) it was spot on. (<- God I love that ridiculous British phrase.) I will be honest though, when I first heard that Imogen had opted for a “prequel” instead of a book 2 (Faustine being the 1st.) for her Bonfire Chronicles, I was a tad bit apprehensive. While I enjoy going back to the “roots” of a story and learning about a charachter’s past I was a tad concerned that she may have jumped the gun (considering most prequels don’t appear until several books into a series AFTER all of the characters have been feted out.) Again (which is becoming a horrible habit by the way) I was wrong and Imogen’s choice to show her “lady balls” and gamble with her timeline paid off. As a matter of fact, (though I thoroughly enjoy Faustine) I have to say I am much more excited about “Integration” (which is the NEXT book in this series) than I was about this one.

There is 1 thing however that I did NOT like (drum roll please cause you knew it was coming) the cover art. Though it makes sense (the emo black eye liner and the mountains in the background) there is just something about it that tickles the wrong toe. Is this a deal breaker? No, Imogen’s writing could stand up against a paper-bag, but that’s not to say that she won’t loose a few readers because of it. (Let’s just say it’s a good damn thing we all know how experienced of a writer she is.)

So do I think you should run right out and snag you a copy of this little ditty?

If you are a lover of YA, or any type of paranormal fantasy then yes, you will love it.

Do you have to read Faustine first to understand it?

No, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t read it as well. The two are very obviously meant to be read together so just save yourself the trouble and pick up both of them.

Well done Ms. Rose and congrats on another fantastic job.

Happy reading my fellow Kindle-ites and remember: when in doubt, shout it out.


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INITIATION (Bonfire Academy Book One) (Bonfire Chronicles) currently has a Amazon reader review rating of 5 stars, with 10 reviews! Read the reviews here!

Excerpt from INITIATION (Bonfire Academy Book One) (Bonfire Chronicles):

Chapter One

Trust No One. The wooden plaque hanging over the bed couldn’t be any more in-your-face. As if I could ever forget one of the three Golden Rules.

After I dumped my suitcase on the crisp burgundy comforter, I picked up the envelope I spotted lying on my pillow and sat down to check out my new room.

The room was much bigger than the one I had last year. It even had a breakfast table with two padded chairs–one of which I was sitting on–and a sofa bed for guests. Cool. That would come in handy for sleepovers. All the East Tower bedrooms, including mine, had been rebuilt after the fire. They had been restored to their previous condition, as if the fire had never happened. Whoever had been in charge of the restorations had even managed to replace the old burgundy towels. However, as I breathed in the air, I noticed that the old familiar smell had been replaced by a new one–the odor of newly painted walls, laced with a hint of orange from the freshly polished wood.

It was hard to believe that the entire wing had gone up in flames just three months ago. The rest of the school hadn’t escaped the fire and smoke damage either, causing Bonfire Academy to close its doors for the first time in its history.

Bonfire Academy, hidden in the outskirts of the luxury ski-resort town of St. Moritz, Switzerland, is an exclusive school for paranormal preparation. The small, but chic town caters to those who enjoy a champagne lifestyle. It’s legendary for being the playground of the rich and famous. So, naturally, the school caters to the offspring of the upper crust of paranormal society. The thorough vetting process and annual tuition costs make sure of that. Students come here from all over the world–and beyond.

After the fire, all of the students had to be sent home, apart from the newbie vampires, who were sequestered in the basement during the restoration. Apparently, that had been a total nightmare. Still, the fact that they were able to reopen in such a short time was amazing. I was glad to be back for my third year.

There would be plenty of new rules, of course. The twins had made sure of that. But Jacques and Mariel, the infamous twins, weren’t returning to the Academy. They had been legends long before they decided to turn the place into a giant firecracker. So after six years at the school, they had been crowned the first non-graduates ever.

I tore open the wax-sealed envelope embossed with the official BA insignia. Sliding out the parchment-like sheet, I read the handwritten note. It was a short message from the student council president asking me to come to his office. I had heard rumors that it was a guy this year, though the identity was kept a secret until the school year started. Anyhow, a meeting? Ugh. That couldn’t be good. A meeting with the president was so rare that most new students thought he was a myth made up by the school to keep us in line–an imaginary creature painted in colors of fear. I knew better, of course, but the thought still made me uncomfortable. Why would he want to see me?

I was beginning my third year at the Academy, a purely voluntary year reserved for self-development enrichment, where we were allowed to choose our own course of development. Many chose to mentor incoming students; others chose to spend a year further developing their skills. I wanted to concentrate on tennis. Plus, my boyfriend was staying on for another year, and I wanted to stay close to him.

I couldn’t for the life of me understand why the student council president had summoned me. Suddenly feeling a bit anxious, I stood and tried to get a handle on my churning emotions. Jeez, it was just another student, not a monster! And even if he was, he’d be no match for me, of that I was sure. So why did I feel sick? Maybe it was just something I ate on the plane.

I decided to check out the view through the window to calm my nerves. As usual, the snowcapped peaks of the breathtaking alpine mountains transported me to a place of peace and calm. I felt my stomach begin to relax, and I put my nose against the window, letting my breath form cloudy patches on the glass.

I looked down at the note again and decided I better just suck it up and get over there. The message had asked me to come as soon as I could. I twirled around for a quick once over in the mirror. If I was going to see the president, I better look presentable.

I didn’t look bad at all, and certainly not as though I had been traveling. Although, the trip from Paris in my dad’s private jet hadn’t exactly been tough. My straight blond hair, which I had highlighted with red streaks during the break, just needed a quick run-through with my fingers. After straightening my red-and-orange striped tie, I ran out and up the stone steps toward the student president’s room.

By the time I got there, my stomach had turned to mush again and was making the most embarrassing gurgling sounds. What the heck was wrong with me?

I just stood outside the metal door, my knuckles refusing to make contact. The pink-tipped nails of my right hand trembled as I willed my hand to knock. But I just couldn’t make it.

Five minutes later, I had come up with an awesome collection of reasonable excuses to ignore the note altogether–the top one being that I hadn’t seen it in the first place. Relieved and pleased with myself, I spun around to go back to my room.

I needn’t have bothered.

The door flew open, and my jaw dropped in shock. Goosebumps formed over my arms as a chill enveloped me. I looked up and stared into a pair of cold, silver-gray eyes.

I held his gaze, locking into it for an uncomfortably long time. My heartbeat quickened as I fought to maintain control, finally managing to disengage my eyes from his. I couldn’t help but notice the shine from his freakishly white hair, which bristled like spines atop his head. He arched his dark eyebrows and smiled, relaxing his angular features. I melted into his gorgeous eyes, which were framed in dark lashes, and smiled back, letting my defenses drift away.

His jaw jerked, and his smile faded so quickly that I wondered if I had imagined it. I stood paralyzed, mesmerized by the most spellbinding guy I had ever met in my life, my face plastered with the world’s goofiest grin, while he looked at me like I was totally nuts.

“Cordelia. May I call you that?”

I nodded, desperately trying to transform my moronic expression into a more neutral, acknowledging one, but probably failing miserably.

“You seem surprised. Can’t imagine why. I decided to help you with the door, since you’ve been lurking outside my room for over five minutes.” He shrugged. “Come on in. I’m Jagger, by the way.”

I followed him in and sat down when he waved me toward a French Renaissance chair. He walked around the metal desk and sat down in an overstuffed black leather chair. I glanced around the room while he shuffled some papers. The office space was large and airy, a corner room, with two walls replaced by floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the snow-capped peaks. The windows were ajar, the icy wind stabbing its way into the room. The other two walls were covered in ski and boarding photos and posters. Trophies and medals filled a corner display cabinet. I could peek into the adjoining room–a bedroom–through a crack in the door. Finally recognizing him as the captain of the school ski team, I glanced over at Jagger again.

So, this year’s mystery student council president was the ski team captain! Well, that ought to make him more approachable, though considering his intimidating stare… maybe not. I wondered whom he had replaced.

I shuddered. The cold from the open window was freezing me into an icicle. Jagger looked up, his eyes following mine as I cast a brief glimpse at the open window, but he made no move to get up and close it. I fumed as he sat looking smug in his long black leather trench coat.

“Well, Cordelia, are you glad to be back?”

“Yes. Why did you ask for me?”

“Ah, straight to the point.” His eyes narrowed into slits. “Very plucky. Most would have the sense to be more fearful and not ask questions,” he growled softly.

I held my breath, controlling my instincts. A snarl was always a signal for me to transform. But, I held back, on full alert.

“I was told that about you. And that’s one of the reasons you’re here. You’ve been appointed as a mentor.”

It was my turn to smirk. I got to my feet. “I can’t be appointed anything. Thanks for thinking of me, though. I guess it’s some kind of honor. But, no thanks.” I made my way to the door.

And crashed right into Jagger’s chest. I should have anticipated his move; lightning-fast location transfer was something covered in the first semester. I clumsily stepped back, then met his darkened gaze.

He lowered his head, brushing his nose along my neckline, breathing me in. I stood dead still, letting my fingers fuse. I shivered as his lips found my right ear, his every breath forming icicles against my skin. Then, he touched my fused fingers.

“Easy, demon princess. Relax.”

I boiled over with anger. Who the fuck did he think I was? Some silly human girl who’d melt under his pathetic attempt at intimidation? Not so.

“Step back, and I will.” My words were supposed to come out in a firm demonic growl, but instead, they slithered out in an unfortunate raspy whisper.

He chuckled under his breath and took a half step back. He needed to be taught not to mess with demons. Slapping the smirk off his face would be too much of a cliché. My mischievous demon instincts took over.

As the corners of his lips curled into a leer, I jerked up my arm and swiftly wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to mine. His eyes widened in surprise, but he made no move to resist as I stood on tiptoes and roughly parted his lips with mine. I kept my eyes wide open, gazing into his, as I explored his mouth, drinking him in. He yielded under my touch. The kiss became more and more fervent, until a surge of hot and cold, of terror and excitement, zapped through me–and him, by the surprise on his face–leaving us shocked and unable to move. Our eyes remained locked together as we stood suspended in time.

Jagger looked as dazed as I felt. His eyes searched mine, but I had nothing to offer, no explanation. Then, it hit me. Dad had mentioned the extremely rare phenomenon. I raked through my mind, trying to remember what he had said.

Listen for his heartbeat, synch with it.

I closed my eyes, tuning out all other distractions, including Jagger himself. I listened and picked up the drum of his pounding heart. I imagined myself conducting the rhythm, my own beat taking the lead. I forced his tempo in line with mine, which thudded loudly and erratically. I managed to slow it by breathing in and out, controlling myself, concentrating on keeping us steady. His heart started to pace mine, slowing until we both beat to a steady pulse. I put my hand on his chest, slowing us even further, until my heart stopped. So did his.

He put his hand on top of mine, compelling our hearts to beat again. I felt his heart begin to pick up speed, and mine followed. He managed to bring us back to a comfortable rhythm.

The phone buzzed, causing both of us to jerk upright. Our beats disengaged.

Jagger’s face was tight and severe as he squeezed past me to get to his desk. He picked up his cell phone. “Yes?” His voice didn’t betray the confusion on his face. His eyes never left mine, not even for a second, during the entire one-sided conversation. I should have turned and left, but I couldn’t break away from his gaze.

“Cordelia.” His voice was soft and cold, sending a new kind of chill through me. “Frau Schmelder asks that you go to her office. Your ward has arrived.”

I wanted to protest, but if Frau Schmelder wanted to see me, I had no choice but to go. Frau Schmelder, the headmistress of Bonfire Academy, was commonly referred to as Frau Smelt, or The Smelt.

“Let me brief you first. Come and sit down.”

I did, feeling a bit embarrassed. What had just happened?

He smiled, his face softening. “Cordelia, going back to what we were discussing before, I am completely aware of your status and that you can’t be appointed to any task. I know you’re here to concentrate on tennis this year. But that shouldn’t take up all your time, so I am asking you as a favor. I’m in charge of the mentoring program, and I can’t think of anyone else who’d be appropriate. I really need you.”

I barely heard him, imagining the feel of his taut muscles instead. “Um. Jagger, what are you?” His taste and smell were unmistakable, yet unfathomable. I clearly detected faery in him, but also something else. He had to be a hybrid of some sort.

He looked surprised by my question. Asking it had been forward of me. The school rules were clear. We weren’t allowed to pry, and asking him such a thing, directly as I had, was strictly forbidden, but I couldn’t help myself. I had always been nosy.

“Fey.” He sounded resolute and didn’t offer anything further.



I could have guessed that just by his appearance, but there was more. However, it wasn’t the time to delve into it. Frau Smelt didn’t like to be kept waiting. Or so I had heard. “Why do you need me?”

His eyes narrowed. “You ask, after what just happened?”

Awkward. I didn’t want to talk about that. “I mean, why do you need me as a mentor?”

I almost snickered when I detected a red hue forming on his snow-white skin. An embarrassed winter fey. Cute.

“Oh. The student in question is Faustine Spencer, the half-breed daughter of the demon king of London.”


“Indeed.” He smiled knowingly. “Have you met her? I hear your fathers are good friends, in a demon sort of way.”

“Nope, never heard of her. Half what?”



“Indeed. Though, hopefully she won’t be as much trouble as the last set of his spawn.”

One could only hope. The last set had been the infamous twins, Mariel and Jacques. They had been sent back to Paris, under my father’s dominion. They were hybrids as well–half demon, half werewolf. King Sebastian seemed to favor mating with non-demons. What kind of self-respecting demon mated with dogs? I was glad my father had more self-control.

“The main issue is her safety. Her human blood is going to be a prime commodity around here, especially among the vampires.”

“No kidding. Though not as enticing as fey blood.” I wondered how he kept them at bay.

“Perhaps, but she is, in addition, young, just twelve, and completely green.”

“Um, a human twelve-year-old? How human is she?”

“I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“It’s not that.” I sighed. “Well, you know all the stupid rules humans bind themselves with. We don’t do that here. I mean, why would we? Her world is so much more restricted by moral dilemmas and concerns. How is she going to cope with our lack of inhibitions? If she was older, I don’t think she’d have a problem. Hell, even human teens get busy, but mostly in private. However, she will be exposed to stuff here that a normal twelve-year-old wouldn’t be back home; that’s all I’m really trying to say.”

“She’s here to learn about her demon nature, and about paranormals in general. That’s why we think you will be a particularly suitable mentor. You’ve lived in human society, even attended a human school. She wouldn’t have been sent here if she wasn’t ready.”

“Why exactly is she here?”

“She’s transforming, more dramatically than one would expect from a half-human. Her father wants her trained. She’s his heir.”

“Heir? As in the next Queen of London? A half human? That’s insane!”

Jagger shrugged. “I don’t know much about all that, but I’ve been told that she doesn’t know that she’ll be taking over his reign, and we’re to keep it that way. Anyhow, you’ll report to me daily. I need you to keep her safe. There’s more, and I’ll brief you further, later. Right now, please get her settled in. I’ve arranged for her to have the room next to yours. She won’t have a roommate, even though she’s new. We couldn’t find anyone suitable. Ready to meet her?”

“I guess.”

“She’s waiting for you in Frau Schmelder’s office. I won’t come with you, but could you report in later tonight?”


He walked me to the door and stepped aside so I could pass. I inadvertently rubbed against him on my way out. I felt every beat of his heart as we made contact, and I struggled to keep my own at even a remotely normal level.

I stopped and cocked my head. “Jagger, how much does she know?”

“She doesn’t know anything, yet. She’s a nice kid, apparently.”

“What about her schedule?”

“I’ll give that to you this evening. It’ll be finalized this afternoon.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you later.”

“And about that other matter.” He scrutinized me with unabashed hunger.

“What about it?”

“Get rid of Quinn. You belong to me now.”


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