Tales of Dovewood by Anna R. Madrise #BookTour @EJBookPromos @AnnaBMadrise

Series: Tales of Dovewood
Titles: The Hobgoblin Queen & Wrath of The King 
Author: Anna B. Madrise 
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: Available Now
Mundane Bergamot is just a simple Kitchen Witch from Whistlestoppe Village who thinks that there is more to life than gardening and cooking up spells with her Aunt Dovie. While traveling to Bettelburghal she meets Javen, a mysterious Book Mage from Nettlespire, who gifts to her a most unusual magic book which triggers a visit from two very extraordinary adventurers. She learns from her newfound friends that they need her help to save them and their kind from a terrible fate. Through Javen’s gift, clues begin to reveal themselves that sets them on their quest.
But the evil King Vezzen of New Taleggia has plans of his own for the elusive creatures that inhabit the mountains beyond Dovewood Forest. Where previous kings have failed, King Vezzen is determined to succeed and impatient for a new war that could elevate his name above all others. Now Mundane must see if she had what it takes to out-smart the wicked king, save her friends from the brink of extinction, and quite possibly lift the curse that binds them all to Dovewood Island.

The Hobgoblin Queen finds that time is stacked against her to master her newly acquired magic all while preparing for the impending war with New Taleggia. In a final plea to bring the Trow home to Boggleann she strikes a deal with those malevolent shadows hoping that her bargain does not cost her the very souls that she is trying to protect.

Lorcan, brother to Javen, and once a Book Mage to The Order, has turned his back on Nettlespire deciding that King Vezzen holds the key to his own quest for unlimited power. He realizes early on that the greedy king is easy to manipulate thus setting into motion his ambitions to steal from the king that which he desires most.

King Vezzen, the supreme authority over all of New Taleggia and the town of Bettelburghal is bitter that his rule extends no further. Trapped on the island of Dovewood he is obsessed with claiming the rest of its land and tapping into the untold magical treasures that await him deep in the mountains of Boggleann; home of the goblin-demons which he plans to destroy. With a single Simulacrum ring in his possession and the knowledge of how to use it, King Vezzen decides the time has come to smite his enemies once and for all.

Will Dovewood survive the wrath of the king or will a new era of evil overtake her?

Anna B. Madrise, is a slightly, catty-wampus, fiction author who is a happy “transplant” to the state of Georgia where she lives with her husband and a menagerie of four-legged, furry, little monsters, that include four fluffy dogs and one rock-star kitty-cat. She whole-heartedly embraces southern grits, chicken & waffles, boiled peanuts, and sweet tea.

Anna is author of Tales of Dovewood; an on-going YAfantasy-book series and The Indie Manual; a How-To book for self-pub authors. She is an avid gardener, cook, kayaker, and much like the Hobgoblins she writes about; enjoys all things shiny.

Anna is very active on Twitter helping to support and promote fellow writers and authors that make up the self-pub community and also on Pinterest where she shares boards about Kitchen-Witchery, books, royal jewels, and of course; magic.


I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Boys, Toys – Oh My! for A.M. Willard #CoverReveal @NellsPr @AMWillard1


Boys, Toys – Oh My! Vol 1

A.M. Willard

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Boys, Toys - OH MY! (Business of Sex #1)


Charlie Evans is the kind of woman who turns crimson red when she hears the word penis, so just imagine what happens when she has to say it to a crowd of strangers.

Cooper Fields is all business, well, that is until Charlie the blushing beauty stumbles into his life.

Mixing business with pleasure is never a good idea, but their attraction is strong and neither can resist the urge to test the limits of a relationship.

A misunderstanding involving a stripper, a sex toy consultant, and a bachelor party is what it takes to give Charlie the confidence she needs, but it also causes Cooper to ask himself if he even knows her. Will this situation push Cooper away for good, or can they put the dildos behind them once and for all?

Find out now in author A.M. Willard’s romantic comedy where massage oils, suction cups, and training kits are invited along for a wet ride.


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“It’s okay… I’ve been sitting here like a lonely cat lady for all the people to judge.”

“Stop being so dramatic; no one cares that you’re here alone. Plus, don’t you go to that pizza place at night and eat by yourself?”

“I do, and that’s not by choice you know.”

“I know. Since we don’t have much time left, you ready for this?” she asks, but the look on her face reassures me that I’m not going to be happy about this.

“No, I’m not ready. I still think you have something up your sleeve and aren’t telling me. I swear Ginger, this will be the end of our friendship if you’re tricking me into anything illegal, hazardous to my health, or something that could possibly get me killed or kidnapped. Do you understand?” I finish as my finger’s pointing at her.

“Calm down and untie those granny panties. I told you, this is perfectly legal and legit. Plus, my friend Megan owns the business.”

“Fine, what is this great plan to get me out of financial debt?”

“Sex toys. You’ll be a consultant while hosting parties. Isn’t it great?” she finishes saying to me rather loudly as she passes me the folder.

“Sex toys? What the hell are you talking about? I’m not using sex toys or videoing myself using them. No way Ginger… This totally crosses the line.”

“No, you ding bat. It’s like those parties where you have a girl’s night out and order sex toys. You know, you explain what each item is and make it fun, they buy, and you make money. I swear Megan brings in over sixty thousand a year from this; you can totally pay off your loans and get ahead.”

“Ginger, have you forgotten one tiny little problem?” I say and lean over the table so I can whisper the next part. “I can’t say the word penis in front of anyone without turning red like a tomato. How in the world do you expect me to say it in front of people I don’t even know, and describe what to do with all of them?”



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International Bestselling Author, A.M. Willard resides in Savannah, Georgia. She joined the Peach State many years ago after leaving the crystal blue waters and sugary white sand behind from the Panhandle of Florida. She’s also known for being a wife, mother, and caretaker for her farm animals. A.M. loves anything sassy, glittery, and is a sucker for the Hallmark Channel. That last one might be the reason she believes in soulmates or it could be because she married her high school sweetheart almost twenty years ago.

After releasing her first novella series back in 2014, A.M. set out on a new goal to bring her readers a broad range of romantic stories from her desk. This includes Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance, and from time to time some Sexy Romance.

A.M. is an active member of RWA (Romance Writers of America) and has also had an article published in the Writer’s Monthly Review Magazine.


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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Shattered By Time by B.A. Dillon #ReleaseBlitz @EJBookPromos @BADillon520

Title: Shattered by Time
Series: Time Series #3
Author: B.A. Dillon
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release: October 19, 2016

A series of tragic childhood events left Julia Shaw with absolutely no memories of her life before college. Fast forward to the future, Julia struggles to fit in with friends, has never been in love, and always finds a way to exit before the fourth date.

FBI agent Josh Miller moved to Tampa for two reasons. Mend his broken relationship with his younger brother and dismantle Frank Montana’s human trafficking organization once and for all. Memories of his undercover life continue to haunt him, causing him to live in solitude and always sleep alone.

While Josh struggles with a strange sense of déjà vu every time they are together, Julia strives to accept her newfound gift . . . or curse. Suddenly able to exchange messages with the spirit world, Julia’s conversations with the dead have her questioning her own sanity.

But the mind is an incredible instrument. One touch, one kiss, one spark, can flood the heart with thousands of memories. Some tell a beautiful story while others change lives forever.
Life is about moments. Many she needs to remember. Most he’d like to forget.

B.A. Dillon is the author of the Time Series. Tethered Through Time was Dillon’s debut novel. A Vision in Time and It’s About Time followed in 2015. Shattered by Time is scheduled for release in fall 2016. Dillon also writes the column, “Turn the Page,” for the monthly magazine 85 South, Out and About, published in the Atlanta area. She is a devoted wife and mother of two grown children, and a dedicated middle school teacher. She loves music, words, books, and martinis!

I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Arabian Nights & Arabian Nights by Clive Johnson #ReleaseBlitz @AuthorClive @EJBookPromos

Arabian Nights & Arabian Nights
(Traditional Tales From a Thousand and One Nights)
Author: Clive Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Tales for Adults
Classic tales from the Arabian Nights retold alongside modern interpretations. 
Magic carpets and flying horses, caverns glittering with gold, unexpected plotlines following the fortunes of heroes and villains–who cannot fail to be enchanted by the magic and wonder of the tales of the One Thousand and One Nights? 
This most celebrated collections of tales feature shape-shifting and miraculous transportation across continents, powerful jinn who rise like smoke from simple vessels, dreams that delve into the secrets of the subconscious, and gigantic, man-carrying birds. 
The backdrop for the tales moves from barren deserts to spectacular cities, from the edge of the world to the inner sanctuaries of mighty rulers. Kings and paupers, benevolent sages and devious magicians, worthy princesses and unscrupulous harlots–all play their part in teaching important truths and providing lively entertainment. 

This innovative book offers retellings of a selection of tales that have captured the imaginations of countless people over many centuries. Accompanying each is a short story set in a contemporary context, which reframes the messages and teachings of the original, specifically written for an adult audience. 
Here are stories of betrayal and murder, exploitation and sibling rivalry, soul-searching and discovery. The modern parallel tales swap the busy alleyways of old Baghdad for the horror of Saddam’s prisons, move from following caravans sweeping across the Sahara to modern day pilgrims trekking along the Caminos of northern Spain, and lift Aladdin out of his cave to unwittingly face Triad gangsters and antiques smugglers. 
Wayward Baptist ministers, adulterous accountants, and eco-warrior backpackers follow in the footsteps of the no-less colourful characters than those that feature in the original tales. 
Each pair of stories is accompanied by a commentary on how they might be interpreted. The result is a gripping collection of tales that may continue to bring the mystery and magic of the Nights to life, as well as provoking fresh thought and feeling for adult readers. Prepare to be surprised, uplifted and–in the spirit of the original Arabian Nights Entertainments–enthralled.


The city of brass 

Via Frances 

The pilgrim and the old woman who dwelt in the desert 


The history of Abou neeut and Abou neeuten 

Down by the Yarra 

Sinbad the porter and the fourth voyage of Sinbad the sailor 

Baghdad Hilton 

The story of the barber’s fifth brother 

Arcade dreams 

The tale of the young woman and her five lovers 

High flyers 

Aladdin and the wonderful lamp 

What am I bid? 

Scheherazade’s story 


I’ve lived in Brighton since I finished my studies at Oxford. My family comes from West London, where my parents still live. My father practices as a barrister, and has become something of a pillar in his community. He even served as an MP for a while, but in common with many in his party, he lost his seat at the last election.
My parents castigate me for what they see as my wasting my education. They put me through St Paul’s, one of the best independent schools in the country, before funding my stay at Oxford. “You should get yourself a proper job, Shilpa,” my mother is always telling me, “Not keep playing around with this silly comedy thing that you’re doing.”
She’s referring to my stand-up routine. This gives me a great buzz, if it doesn’t earn me enough to pay the rent. I subsidise what little I get from playing the circuit with a small income from teaching yoga. Maybe one day I will get a “proper job”, as my mother calls it, but for now I’m happy working at what I enjoy, and having the freedom to spend most days as I wish.
When I’m not teaching, my usual routine is to spend an hour in the morning practising my yoga. When the weather allows, I like to go down to the Pavilion Gardens, where I perform my contortions and stretches under the watchful gaze of the statue of the Prince Regent, which proudly stands in front of the exotic palace that was once his luxurious seaside retreat.
You meet all sorts in the park–Brighton has always been popular with day-trippers, but it’s also a great magnet for students wanting
to learn English, and the business types who pack into the various hotels and conference halls along the seafront.
One such recent visitor took particular interest in my deft movements one morning. This suited man watched me initially from a distance, taking his time before offering his opinions on my workout. “Nice legs!” he shouted. “Do that again–the one where you knot your leg behind your neck!”
I could see that he was chuckling to himself, obviously enjoying the spectacle of a young woman twisting herself into what I suppose he thought were suggestive poses. I carried on with my routine, unaffected by his lewd remarks.
The man seemed in no rush to move on. When I finished my stretches, I made for where he was standing, and curtly enquired whether he’d enjoyed watching my routine. I wasn’t bothered by what he might say, knowing that I was very capable of asserting myself and responding with a pointed comment or two if that were needed.
The man appeared a little abashed, but repeated his observation about my suggestive moves. “Take this as a compliment, babe,” he went on, his puerile smile not showing any sign of fading. “There’s nothing wrong with a beautiful woman strutting her stuff in public, if you want my opinion.”
“I don’t want your opinion!” I replied sternly, “And don’t call me “babe” either!”
I asked him what he was doing in the park, and he told me that he’d decided to take time away from a conference that he was attending, which he said was boring him. “It’s too bloody hot in that place,” he added, “Much better to be out here, watching you wiggling your backside!”
“You think you’re quite a smart arse, don’t you?” I continued. “Hasn’t it ever occurred to you that some of us ‘babes’ quite like sizing up guys like you from time to time?”
He seemed taken aback by my forthright approach, but this appeared to encourage him to want to pester me further. I said that, since I had a little free time, I was happy to chat with him for a while, and we walked across to sit down on a park bench on the other side of the pavilion.
“Tell me what you do,” I asked the man, whose name I learned was Shiraz.
“I run a building firm,” he replied. “Tough work, not for pretty girls like you.”
“Do you have any ‘pretty girls’ on your payroll?” I asked, adopting a sarcastic tone.
“Sure we do–one of them runs the payroll, others we employ to type letters, make coffees for clients, clean the directors’ cars, and the like. If they don’t make a fuss, they’ll be fine with me. If they try to be clever, they’ll soon be shown the door.”
I didn’t know whether he was being serious, but it didn’t take a genius to work out that this man was a sexist arsehole. He spoke about his three marriages as though he were telling the story of the Three Little Pigs. All of them had ended the same way when his wives found out that he’d had been unfaithful to them.
I told him about my past, and how I earned my living. He seemed surprised to discover that a young woman could survive on the comedy circuit, and even more that someone of my sex could actually be funny. He was dismissive of the better-known comediennes that I mentioned, claiming that they didn’t have the edge that he thought most men had. For guys, he professed, humour came as a natural talent.
“Maybe you’d like to come and see me tonight?” I offered. “I’m doing a gig at The Quadrant, a bar down near the clock tower in the centre of town.”
He claimed that he was too busy to honour me with his presence, making an excuse about his need to network with other
construction industry bigwigs at the conference. But I repeated my challenge, baiting him by suggesting that he was afraid that I might single him out to be embarrassed in front of a jeering crowd. “Well maybe,” he eventually conceded.
“You don’t seem to have a very high opinion of women,” I ventured, making the most obvious of observations. “No job sounds as though it is good enough for the women in your company–other than those that involve pushing papers, boiling kettles, and taking dictation. Maybe you should see how one or two of us might try out on site?”
Shiraz laughed, but collected himself before responding, “They stand no chance! Construction involves tough physical work, and women just aren’t made for that. Besides, they’d be constantly breaking down at all of the taunts the lads would throw at them.”
I replied that one of my friends was a surveyor, and that she was more than capable of batting back the ignorant snipes that used to greet her when she went on site. As for physical ability–well, rising from my seat, I challenged Shiraz to see if he could wrestle me to the ground.
“Oh no,” he protested, “I couldn’t hurt a lady!”
“You won’t get a chance to hurt me!” I teased, urging him to try to knock me down.
“You’re scared that I’ll make an idiot of you, aren’t you?” I joked. “Come on, strongman, I’m ready for you!”
My words must have touched his pride, since he responded by taking off his jacket, then came toward me to face the challenge.
We each stood our ground for a moment, exchanging steady stares that made known that both of us felt comfortable facing our opponent. Then, in an instant, I engaged him in a corner drop throw, propelling him into a back somersault that left him laying flat on the ground.
I then crouched behind him, bringing him into a chokehold, stopping short of sucking the air from him. “Not strong enough are we, eh? Just make sure that you don’t mess with me!”
I helped him to his feet again, and then we both resumed our places on the bench.
“You’re not bad for a girl!” he conceded.
“Vous commencez à savoir ce que je suis sur!”
“What did you say?” he responded.
“Sie beginnen zu wissen, was ich bin!”
“Say that again?” Shiraz demanded.
“Stai cominciando a sapere quello che sto!”
“I don’t get it!” He replied, admitting his ignorance, and seeming
to be increasingly frustrated with my happy game of poking fun at his disadvantage.
It means “You’re beginning to get the measure of me!” I eventually explained. “I spelled it out in French, German, and Italian, just so you could get the message!”
He seemed impressed that I was a linguist, as well as being accomplished in the martial arts. I went on to tell him about the two degrees that I’d earned at Oxford–my bachelors course in History and Politics, and my master’s in Literature and Arts. I described some of my achievements as one-time Vice President of the Student Union, and listed some of the trophies that I’d snapped up when I was a member of the University’s squash club.
Shiraz was unable to offer any triumphs to compare with my own. Even his appointment as Managing Director of his construction firm hadn’t come about through hard grafting or raw talent, but since his father had owned the business, and then passed on his day-to-day responsibilities to his son.
“The guy that owned this place thought that he was a bit of a superstar too,” I offered, aiming a nod in the direction of the pavilion. “All those fancy domes and turrets, each fashioned like
architectural gems from the Orient–these weren’t just fancy whims of an architect, but were meant to wow the punters. The lavish banquets, the music that played, and the stories that were told night after night–the prince expected everyone that he brought here to be impressed by what he’d created. But most of them ended up loathing him.”
I went on to sketch out the shady biography of the Prince Regent, making reference to his disagreements with his father, and his doomed relationship with the German princess, Caroline.
“He thought that he pulled all of the strings,” I continued, “But when he quickly fell out with his queen, his wily wife refused to agree to a divorce. They both had their affairs, squandered money, and tried various means to outwit each other. In the end, neither was a victor. Perhaps if they’d made an effort to recognise that each had something to give the other, things might not have turned out so dreadfully for them.”
My relating of this unglamorous period in British history caused Shiraz to reflect on his own dealings with his former wives and employees.
“Sometimes I’ve regretted the way that I treated my wives,” he admitted. “I used to see my arrogance as some sort of virtue, but it cost me dearly when my wives filed for divorce. After my third wiping out, I had to rethink my attitude.”
“What did you get out of treating your women the way that you did?” I asked.
Shiraz hesitated before responding, looking for a moment as though he was ready to spill a tear.
“That took me a long time to work out,” he lamented. “After my third divorce, I signed up with a therapist, who helped me understand what was prompting my behaviour. In truth, I never felt as though I’d achieved much when I was young. I struggled
with my schoolwork, and never received any praise from my parents.”
Shiraz paused to catch his breath. I could see from his downcast gaze that he was lost in a painful memory. I kept my distance from him, but offered what I believe were sympathetic comments and a willingness to hear his story.
“Did you come to see that your words might sometimes be more than just teasing?” I asked, keen to explore how far the therapy had taken him.
“Perhaps not as strongly as I might,” he confessed. “I can see that some of the people who work for me were badly hurt by how I treated them. Some even quit their jobs, claiming that what they saw as my bullying had turned them into nervous wrecks.”
“My chiding of women was never meant to hurt,” he went on. “I’ve always believed that I was not being serious when I engaged in a little ribbing. It’s just that for me, women have always been an easy target.”
At this point, several tears did begin to well up in Shiraz’s eyes. He seemed momentarily remorseful, but admitted that he had some distance to go before he was cured of his old habits.
Our conversation then turned to lighter matters, before I realised that I would need to leave Shiraz to continue his musing, as I had a yoga class to run within the next hour.
Before I left the park, I challenged Shiraz to another wrestling game. He chuckled at my offer, but said that he was still nursing his bruises following our last tomfoolery on the grass. I backed away from the bench, wishing him well and teasing him about his cowardice to not face up to me, then turned and broke into a determined trot back to my studio.
Clive Johnson is a student and follower of the perennial tradition, the belief that many myths, fairy stories and faith traditions point to common truths at their heart. Clive is a storyteller, as well as being a teacher, an interfaith minister and a retreat host. He has had a lifelong interest in the power of myth and the oral tradition of story telling. Being autistic, a would-be mystic and not approaching his reflections from an academic standpoint, he approaches his writing with an open heart and a keen curiosity. He has no fixed home, pursuing a nomadic lifestyle that allows him to follow his heart. This is his seventh book.


Previous works: Fairy Stories & Fairy Stories/Traditional tales for children, Contemporary tales for adults (fiction), Picturing God (spirituality), Managing Coaching at Work (business/with Jackie Keddy), Managing Conflict at Work (business/with Jackie Keddy), The Complete Guide to Managing People (business), The Complete Guide to Visioning (self development).




I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

MARRY ME MAD by Kate Regnery #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @KatyRegnery

Two broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again.


The Blueberry Lane Series
The Rousseaus #2
Kate Regnery
Releasing Oct 21st, 2016


Did you
fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows?
Katy Regnery’s Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau

For as long as
Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau can remember, she’s been the “sweet” twin to her
sister Jax’s “sassy.” But after an especially painful break-up, Mad decides
she’s had enough of being sweet. Children’s librarian during the day, she
begins visiting Philly’s seedier nightspots on a quest for adventure and
experience. When Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler, the ex-boyfriend of Mad’s sister,
Jax, saves her from disaster on one such evening, an unlikely friendship is
born between the rebellious librarian and the moonlighting pianist…and two
broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again.


He saw her before she saw him, and for a second, just a split second, the whole world paused as he waited for her to turn, to find him, to nail and level him with those bright-green eyes. When she did—even prepared as he was—his breath caught, his heart stuttered, his very soul swept unrestrained from his person, seeking only to be bound to hers.

And if there had been any ambiguity about his feelings, about the profundity of his regard for her, or his desperate longing for her steady and unending residence in his life, all doubts were assuaged in that single second that tethered them back together.

His feelings for her were forever.


He was done.


Finished with dating. Finished with looking at other women. Finished with a life that didn’t include Mad Rousseau. Like a snake that had been in the process of shedding its skin to make way for the new, Cort’s old life slipped from his being with a soft whoosh, and the only life left for him to live was one that he spent with Mad.

It wasn’t just that he was fiercely attracted to her or that he’d secretly loved her since childhood. It was that the universe felt wrong unless she was standing on this spinning planet beside him, within reach, her eyes seeking his, the fluttering heartbeat in her throat never more than a touch away.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her
writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year
later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in
September 2013.

Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York
Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow,
Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling
~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for
a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed
set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller
list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the
list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow
Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a
result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and
mortar bookstores all over the United States.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut,
where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young
children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful
chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.



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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Happy Birthday Day Month9books #FridayReveals #Month9Squad #Month9Books


Welcome to Month9Books Turns 4 Birthday Bash! We’re thrilled
to share this celebration with you!
Here’s a quick note from Georgia McBride, owner of
“Month9Books is turning 4 this year, and I could not be
happier. We are living proof that if you have a dream to write, create and
inspire, you should follow that dream and let nothing keep you from realizing
it. Thank you to all the readers, writers, agents, partners and friends who
have made this possible. We write for you.
–Georgia McBride, Publisher and Owner of Month9Books”
Thanks so much for 4 awesome years! We look forward to
celebrating #5 with you in 2017! We have something for everyone from every
genre from Sci-Fi to Fantasy to Paranormal and Horror! As a thank you, we’re
giving away some well-loved books from 2015 and 2016. All paperback and
hardcover winners must reside in the United States. International readers may
receive only eBooks if they win.
Here’s a look at all of the books we have published through
the years!
Two and Twenty Dark Tales: Dark Retellings of Mother Goose
Very Superstitious: Myths, Legends and Tales of Superstition
Praefatio (Praefatio, #1) by Georgia McBride
THE Undertakers: Secret of The Corpse Eater by Ty Drago
Fledgling (Dragonrider Chronicles #1) by Nicole Conway
Avian (Dragonrider Chronicles #2) by Nicole Conway
Fire in the Woods by Jennifer M. Eaton
The Perilous Journey of the Not-So-Innocuous Girl by Leigh
Summer of The Oak Moon by Laura Templeton
The Undertakers: Last Siege of Haven by Ty Drago
The Artisans by Julie Reece
Into The Dark by Caroline Patti
Serpentine by Cindy Pon
Minotaur by Phillip Simpson
Nameless by Jennifer Jenkins
Ashes In The Sky (Fire in the Woods #2) By Jennifer M. Eaton
The Undertakers 5: End of the World by Ty Drago
The Requiem Red by Brynn Chapman
Emerge by Tobie Easton
There Once were Stars by Melanie McFarlane
The Paladins (The Artisans #2) by Julie Reece
Argos by Phillip W. Simpson
Traitor (Dragonrider Chronicles #3) by Nicole Conway
Rise by Jennifer Anne Davis
In The Shadow Of The Dragon King by J. Keller Ford
Hair In All The Wrong Places by Andrew Buckley
Genesis Girl by Jennifer Bardsley
Into The Light (Into The Dark #2) by Caroline Patti
un/Fair by Steven Harper
Operation Tenley by Jennifer Gooch Hummer
The Perilous Journey Of The Much Too Spontaneous Girl (The
Perilous Journey of the Not-So-Innocuous Girl #2) by Leigh Statham
Sacrifice (Serpentine #2) by Cindy Pon
Clanless (Nameless #2 ) by Jennifer Jenkins
The Legend of The Pumpkin Thief by Charles Day
In The Beginning Anthology
Immortal (Dragonrider Chronicles #4)  by Nicole Conway
Giveaway Details:
A total of 13 winners
will receive….
(1) Hardcover of SERPENTINE by Cindy Pon, US Only.
(1) Paperback of EMERGE by Tobie Easton, US ONLY.
(1) Hardcover of POPPY MAYBERRY: THE MONDAY by Jennie K.
Brown, US Only.
(1) Paperback set of THE DRAGONRIDERS CHRONICLES by Nicole
Conway, US Only.
(1) Paperback set of HAIR IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES by Andrew
Buckley, POLARIS by Beth Bowland, and ARTIFACTS by Pete Catalano, US Only.
RED by Brynn Chapman, FIRE IN THE WOODS by Jennifer M. Eaton, & RISE by
Jennifer Anne Davis, US Only.
(3) Paperbacks of MINOTAUR by Phillip W. Simpson, US Only.
(3) International winners will receive a 5 eBooks of their
choice from books listed above.

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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl