Saturday, March 24, 2018

BOOK BLITZ for "Alien Retribution (Zerconian Warriors, #13)" by Sadie Carter

Alien Retribution 
(Zerconian Warriors, #13)
by Sadie Carter
Publication date: March 22nd, 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
Since the day his family was murdered, Boris has been obsessed with vengeance. The last thing he needs in his life is a mate. Besides, what sort of female would want a scarred, crippled male who has taken a vow of silence? Nope, there is no room in his life for a female.

Then he meets Nassir.

Beautiful. Fragile. Distant. He wants to break through the barriers she keeps erecting to discover the real woman inside. Which might be easier if he wasn’t constantly pulling her out of danger.
On the run, hunted, and alone, Nassir knows she only has herself to rely on.

Until Boris comes back into her life. The dark one. The silent, watchful bodyguard whose gaze heats her from the inside out and whose touch drives her insane.
If only she knew whether he truly cared about her or just enjoyed kissing her. Then she might find the sort of happiness she’d been searching for her whole life.


The King turned to the Emperor of Zerconia, a look of disbelief on his face. “This is your mate’s bodyguard? A male with one working arm?”
“Boris is an excellent bodyguard.” Zoey looked as serious as Nassir had ever seen her. She stepped in front of Boris.
“I wish to hear his recounting.”
“Boris doesn’t speak,” the Emperor explained.
King Rohan started to laugh then trailed off as he obviously caught sight of their serious faces. “Really? He does not speak?” He rattled something off to the Emperor in a language she did not know. The Emperor, a scowl on his face, spoke back.
“Um, you do know it’s rude to talk in another language in front of people who don’t understand it, right?” Zoey placed her hands on her hips, giving her mate a disgruntled look. The King looked startled, as though he wasn’t used to being chastised. Nassir had to turn away to hide a smile. As she turned, her gaze met Boris’s. Was that a twinkle of amusement in his eyes? He looked away so quickly that she couldn’t tell.

No, she must have imagined it. He was so serious all the time.

Author Bio:
Best selling author, Sadie wanted to blend her love of writing, Sci-Fi (why did they cancel Firefly - sobs) and sexy, dominant males.

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COVER REVEAL for "My Lullaby of You" by Alia Rose

My Lullaby of You 
by Alia Rose
Publication date: June 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

It’s the summer after high school. Amy can’t wait to leave her small hometown in North Carolina for the vibrant city of Chicago, where she plans to go to her dream college and hopes to build a stronger relationship with her father. 
But as she deals with her mother’s resentment over her leaving and an intriguing yet provoking college student, Amy’s reminded of things she’s tried to forget and forced to face emotions she never expected. 

It’s the summer before the last year of music school. Seth would rather be anywhere else than a small beach town in North Carolina, reopening wounds he thought he’d patched long ago and facing the father he hasn’t seen since his mother’s death. 
While he’s on his mission for answers, Seth is drawn to an observant and driven local he can’t seem to figure out.

Author Bio:
Alia has been writing since she fell in love with reading and now the characters in her head refuse to leave her alone. Her debut novel, My Lullaby of You, comes out in June 2018! 
When she's not writing, She works full time as an architectural designer and enjoy drinking too much coffee, making to-do lists, and traveling. 
You can find her rambling about all of the above on Instagram and Twitter. 

Friday, March 23, 2018

BLOG TOUR & AUTHOR INTERVIEW with Safari Spell for "Long Live Dead Reckless"

Long Live Dead Reckless 
(Long Live Dead Reckless, #1)
by Safari Spell
Publication date: July 19th, 2016
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Talor Gardin may be a princess, but her life is no fairy tale. 
A year ago, her mother died and her father burned down their house. Now with a father in and out of a mental ward, she’s working a minimum wage job to finish her last semester of college. To make matters worse, she gets itchy every time a guy makes a move on her. The itch could be anything, really: a desire to escape her haunted hometown, a financial windfall, the name of some vampire… or all the above. Whatever the reason, she thinks the answers are written in the freckle constellations of her cute new coworker, Sage Talis. 
Sage is the quiet, polite type with plenty of secrets – like fangs and a price on his head – and Talor can’t figure out what makes him so irresistible until she hears him sing. But when cryptic letters appear on her wrist, Talor is thrust into a world where fantastic creatures lurk just below the skin, strangers keep calling her a princess, and everything she’s been through is nothing compared to what’s coming.

~AUTHOR INTERVIEW with Safari Spell~

1)      What gave you the inspiration for the storyline?  

Oddly enough, my husband did! One day we were talking and he suggested I write a book so he could be a vampire. I started joking about putting him in a vampire rock band since he was in one during college and the idea stuck. It sounded too fun not to try! I was so excited about the project that I wrote the first four chapters overnight. Almost exactly five years later, I published Long Live Dead Reckless.

2)      Are there any hidden themes in the book that you hope readers will discover?

I think some of the themes – like mental illness and grief – are obvious, while others are more woven into the characters. Talor and Sage both face pain from their past, and it severely affects their functionality in the present. They have monstrous fears, but they don’t deal with them the same way. I liked exploring how different people process healing.

3)      Are any of the characters based on real people you know?

Absolutely! Because the story started out almost like fan-fiction of my own life, 90% of the characters are based on someone I know. Talor is similar to me (I’m not as feisty) and Sage is a super chill version of my husband. When I was creating the supporting characters, I mostly just took interesting traits and speech patterns from real people in my life for variety. I was a little nervous to do that at first because I didn’t want anyone to be offended, but no one had a problem with it. I even had a few readers ask to be made into a character!

4)      Who has influenced you most as a writer?

Oooo, that’s tough. I guess it’d have to be John Keats, Delilah S. Dawson, and Diana Gabaldon. I think their influences are the only obvious ones that show up in my work. I’ve read so many talented authors that I’m sure there are more, but those are the ones that stand out in my mind.

5)      If you could have any three literary characters over to your place for game night, who would you invite, what would you play, what would you serve, and why?  

From my book, I really need Spencer Kaden to be there. He’s irreverent and fun, so he’d make it easy and embarrassing for me to win Apples to Apples for the first time with his vulgar wit. I’d invite Cath from Fangirl because she is the most adorable fake person ever and I’m pretty sure I think she’s real in my mind anyway so it wouldn’t be weird if she showed up and acted more socially awkward than me. And finally, I’d invite Luca from Waterfall because he’s an swoony Italian medieval knight and I’m pretty sure he’d love to try Panda Express for the first time, which is what I’d serve because I legit can’t cook. Dessert would be petit fours because they’re fancy Little Debbie snacks and I really want one right now.

6)      Do you feel that you can ever have too many books?

Considering I have about 10 books on my shelf waiting to be read and I still keep buying more, I’d say no! My husband might have a very different opinion on that, though.

Author Bio:
Safari Spell is a native of Albany, Georgia. She has a BA in Journalism from Valdosta State University. She currently lives in North Georgia with her husband, hilarious daughter, and a backyard jungle harboring all the dinosaurs everyone thinks are extinct. Her dreams include chasing autumn around the globe, owning a wallaby, and riding a camel for at least nine seconds.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

BOOK BLITZ for "Looking for Dei" by David A. Willson

Looking for Dei 
by David A. Willson
Publication date: March 23rd, 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Fifteen-year-old Nara Dall has never liked secrets. Yet it seems that her life has been filled with them, from the ugly scar on her back to the strange powers she possesses. Her mysterious father refuses to say anything about her origins, and soon, she and her best friend must attend the announcement ceremony, in which youths are tested for a magical gift.
A gifted youth has not been announced in the poor village of Dimmitt for decades. When Nara uncovers the reason, she uses her own powers to make things right. The decision sets her on a path of danger, discovery, and a search for the divine. In the process, she learns the truth about herself and uncovers the biggest secret of all: the power of broken people.

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"Slow down," Mykel said, clearly winded. "I can barely keep up!"
Mykel's plea made Nara realize how fast she had been running, but she didn't want to stop. Perhaps she was propelled by the antici- pation of tomorrow's ceremony, but although the climb often exhausted her, it was no challenge today. She wasn't even breathing hard.
Upon reaching the top, they turned to look down upon the village. They stood far above Dimmitt, past the altitude where trees gave way to bushes and grasses. It had been months since they last ascended the mountain, but they had never run so fast. The fervor of the exertion served as a welcome break from the preparations for tomorrow's big event.
Mykel came up beside her, out of breath, and together they looked out over their village. She dared a glance at him, not wanting him to know her thoughts. He was dark-skinned, and she was pale. They shared so much in common: their love of the wild, of animals, and of the sea. Over the years, after completing their school, church, or family duties, they would race across the island—up the hills or the mountain, picking berries or fishing. Sometimes they would spy on other villagers or build a raft and paddle around a cove. They had become inseparable.
"What's the smile for?" Mykel asked.
"I've never seen the village so busy," she answered. “It seems so alive. Has it really been that long since the last ceremony?"
"Three years," he said.
The residents of Dimmitt appeared as tiny ants, and just as busy. They were setting up tables in the field outside the church and Nara worried that her absence might soon be noticed. She had been assigned cooking and cleaning duties today, but Mykel's challenge to race up the mountain just couldn't be passed up.
"Bitty, are you worried?" Mykel asked. "About the ceremony, I mean."
She smiled. It was an apt nickname; she was indeed small. He only used it in private, though, and never meant it to be an insult.
"Not really."
Every few years the announcement ceremony was supposed to bring great hope to the community—for magic and for wealth. Sadly, Dimmitt had not announced a gifted youth in many years. Yet, villagers held out hope that one would come soon. She had heard many folks speaking this way in recent weeks, about how it had been so long since a gifted had been announced that it must happen this time, right? Perhaps their optimism was a blessing, hardy hearts that dwelled on the positive despite all evidence to the contrary. Or perhaps their hope was a survival strategy produced by spirits that couldn't bear to consider another three years of hunger. Another three years of abandonment by their god.
Children who recently entered adolescence would submit to the ceremony, and if gifted children were identified, it could be transformative for the village. Not only would they earn money in royal service or private employment, but the magic was a gift from Dei. A divine blessing. A reminder that they were loved.
A child announced as a flamer could produce magical fire. A cutter could cleave flesh or even armor. A bear had magical strength. Announced as a knitter, a child would attend the Royal Academy of Medicine, where she would develop and refine her healing skills. A watcher might become a great hunter, with vision that would detect animals from far away and could help feed others in the village. If announced as a harvester, she would collect magic for others to use. That magic would come from living things such as plants or, sadly, from sacrificed animals. Each of these gifted youths would earn his or her fortune in the military or serving the crown, sending earnings home to battle the poverty that threatened to overwhelm them all.
Nara thought of the children of her village. It amazed her how resilient the little ones were, and she longed to bring good things to them. She had heard stories of the rich folks in big cities who ate every day and whose children always had shoes. If they could see the children in Dimmitt, if they could know how precious they were, they would help, wouldn't they? Maybe they just didn't know what it was like to be hungry and cold.
The thoughts fed a guilt within her that had been growing for years. Tomorrow's announcement might be very different for her. Although she had never endured an announcement ceremony, she had manifested gifts long ago, and not just one talent. She had several. Would the ceremony reveal her magic to all? Reveal that she had been hoarding it rather than using it to help feed her neighbors? Would they understand that it wasn't her fault, that she had been forced to keep it secret from them? Would they care? Would Mykel care? Would he judge her for her sins and abandon their friendship because of it?
She wondered how it would feel to have the sharp blade pierce her skin. "I've heard it doesn't hurt much," she lied, rubbing her right palm.
"I've heard that too."
A thin-bladed dagger called a ceppit was the instrument used by the priest to reveal a youth's magic potential. The priest would intone a prayer and use the ceppit to impale each child's palm. The ceppit acted as a catalyst to awaken dormant talent in the child.
With a non-gifted child there would be pain, no power would manifest, and they would be bandaged and forgotten. Poverty would pave their future as they assumed a mundane role among the villagers, a lifestyle of subsistence and struggle, as their parents had done.
Some children had a different destiny entirely. Eons had passed since the last cursed child was identified in Dimmitt, but several years ago one had been announced in the village of Fulsk. A prosperous town, Fulsk sat on an island to the south. Fillion was a tall, affable boy, so they said. Nara knew someone who used to go fishing with him. But Fillion was dead.
Nara hadn't been present, but she had heard about it from others. The ceremony started as they all did, with screaming, crying, and the blood of children dripping onto the stage. Then it was Fillion's turn.
As the story went, when the dagger pierced the boy's palm, everything changed. Fillion fell to his knees, his face went white, mouth open in horror, and a stifled squeal left his throat. Blood oozed from multiple fissures on his head, neck, and arms. By the time the priest pulled the dagger from his palm, it was over.
The boy's death reminded folks of the gamble all children took when they participated in the announcement ceremony. Not that they had a choice; participation was compulsory and must be completed between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. It was an act of service mandated by the crown, and according to the church, by Dei.
"If you are announced with a gift, what will you do?" Nara asked. "I don't know, but I won't stay here."
"I would miss you."
"No you wouldn't, because you'd come with me!"
Nara smiled at him. "Of course I would." But she wasn't so sure. Bylo was here, the only family she had ever known. She would also miss the mountain and the lagoon, the dogs that played in the streets and the smell of fish on the docks. As poor and simple as it was, Dimmitt was her home.
"We should head back," Nara said. Dimmitt's priest would return late tonight, and little time remained to finish preparations before tomorrow's feast.
"I'll race you again!" challenged Mykel.
It took far less time to get to the bottom of the mountain than it had to climb up, but it was not without difficulty. Sweat dotted Nara's brow, and her hair became even messier than it had been atop the windy peak.
As they entered the periphery of the village, Mykel waved goodbye and headed home. Nara waved back, glancing over her shoulder to watch as her friend disappeared over a hill. She walked slowly, not because of her fatigue but rather to calm her anxious heart.
For tomorrow may reveal the secret she had been keeping for years.

Author Bio:
David A. Willson has worked as a restauranteur, peace officer, and now, author. Taught by his mother to read at a young age, he spent his childhood exploring magic, spaceships, and other dimensions. In his writing, he strives to bring those worlds to his readers.

Much of his material is inspired by the “Great Land” of Alaska, which he has called home for over 30 years. He lives there with his wife, five children, and 2 dogs. He is passionate about technology, faith, and fiction—not necessarily in that order.
Looking for Dei is Willson’s debut novel, set in a land where many more adventures will take place. Stay up to date with his ongoing efforts through the Looking for Dei Facebook page or visiting the website at 

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

BLOG TOUR including REVIEW & AUTHOR INTERVIEW with Joy Heyer for "Duck, Duck, Moose"

Duck’s best friend Goose is gone for winter and Duck is lonely. The animals try to cheer Duck, but Duck, Duck, Pig is too messy, and Duck, Duck, Moose is too scary. 

Will Duck be alone until Goose gets back? Or can Duck come up with a game they all can play?

Joy Heyer lives in Virginia with her loving husband and three of her four crazy children. Her oldest child now has a child of her own, making Joy a grandma. 

Her family recently convinced her to get a dog. What was she thinking? The dog now follows Joy everywhere, waits loyally at the front window every time she leaves the house, and goes berserk when she comes back, even if she was only gone for 10 seconds to get the mail. 

In her spare time…. wait, what spare time? Whenever her children and dog permit, she loves to read, write, paint, and dream up home improvement projects.

*****(5) out of 5 Stars!

This was a delightful children's tale with a powerful message of friendship!  

The illustrations are rather understated, fairly basic representations in somewhat muted colors.  Yet they present a darling, easy to follow narrative, without a bunch of visual distraction. 

The words on each page are sparse, but get the message across; and they pretty much all rhyme, which always makes things fun to read.  

The story itself is adoreable.  Duck so misses his friend Goose that he is just moping around everywhere.  Various friends try to cheer him up, mostly by offering to play with him a variation of his favorite game that he usually plays with Goose.  Things don't exactly go as planned, however, and Duck ends up even more depressed, at least which he gets grumpy and rude.  

Luckily, after several false starts, Duck has the brilliant idea to try a different game, together with all of his friends.  This goes so well that everyone has fun, and it apparently makes time fly, because before you know it -- Goose is back!

I received a free eCopy of this title from Loving the Book, 
and have willingly provided an honest review.


1) What gave you the inspiration for the storyline? 

It started with the idea of “duck, duck, moose” instead of “goose.” That started me thinking what it would be like for a duck if he were playing with a moose. Where was goose and how did duck come to be playing with a moose? Everything fell into place as I began to answer those questions.

2) Are there any hidden themes in the book that you hope readers will discover?

I hope that kids who are lonely will see that they have a say in how the react to that loneliness. Just because others are different from you or your friends, doesn’t mean they can’t become a friend.

3) Are any of the characters based on real people you know?

After writing the story, I realized I am a lot like duck. Like duck, it takes me awhile to make new friends.  Like duck, I have friends who are different from me, and I love their diverse perspectives.

4) Who has influenced you most as a writer?

My friend, Lezlie Evans, a talented children’s book author, has really guided me along this process. I would not have known where to begin without her showing me the way. 

5) If you could have any three literary characters over to your place for game night, who would you invite, what would you play, what would you serve, and why? 

I would invite Nancy Drew, Sherlock Holmes, and Miss Marple to play Clue. I love solving mysteries! And I would serve hot fudge brownie sundaes because they are my favorite.

6) Do you feel that you can ever have too many books? 

I think you can have too many books, but I don’t think you can read too many books. That is why I love libraries (and e-readers…though paper is preferred)!

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BOOK BLITZ for "Shopping for a Billionaire (Shopping for a Billionaire, #1)" by Julia Kent

Shopping for a Billionaire 
(Shopping for a Billionaire, #1)
by Julia Kent
Publication date: June 2nd, 2014
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

When mystery shopper Shannon Jacoby meets billionaire Declan McCormick with her hand down a toilet in the men’s room of one of his stores, it’s love at first flush in this hilarious new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent.

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Whoosh! Whoosh! I flush both urinals, then rush over to toilet #1. Whoosh! I stand in front of the stall to #2 and get ready to flush that one.
I’m in my own little world and let my guard down to ponder the question. I am also exhausted and most definitely not in top form, because I let a few seconds go by before realizing that someone is coming in the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye I see a business shoe, and that becomes a blur as I scurry into one of the stalls and shut the door.
Heart pounding, I stare at the dented back of the stall door. Then I look down. Chipped red nail polish peeks up at me from my open-toed navy shoe. Aside from being outed as a transgendered person in here, there’s no plausible reason why any men’s room stall occupant should have red toenails.
I quickly scramble to perch myself on the toilet, feet planted firmly on either side of the rim, squatting over the open bowl like I am giving birth. Because I am genetically incapable of balance—ever—and as my heart slams against my chest so hard it might as well be playing a djembe, I lean carefully forward with one arm against the back of the stall door, the other clutching my phone.
The unmistakable sound of a man taking a whizz echoes through the bathroom. I can’t help myself and look through the tiny crack in the door.
It’s Mr. Sex in a Suit, his back to me. Thank goodness, because if I got a full-frontal shot right now, then how would I answer the “aesthetically pleasing” question from a strictly professional standpoint?
The tiny bit of shifting I do to peer through the crack makes my right foot slip, and I make a squeaking sound, then lose my grip on my phone as my arm flails.
You know that sound, right? I know, and you know, that I’ve just dropped my smartphone in the toilet, but he thinks the man—he assumes it’s a man—in here just delivered something the size of a two-hundred-year-old turtle into the toilet.
I look down. My phone is still glowing, open to the question “Is the bathroom aesthetically pleasing?”

Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down. 

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

BOOK REVIEW for "Escort" by Skye Warren

Escort, a sexy new contemporary romance standalone from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren is now LIVE!


There is no shame in pleasure. And no love in business.

I have a blind date tonight, and I know with 100% certainty that I'm getting lucky. There shouldn't be any surprises, not for one as jaded as me, but when I walk into the penthouse suite of L'Etoile, everything changes.

1) For one thing, Bea is heartstoppingly gorgeous. Pale green eyes and endless freckles. Curves I want to spend all night exploring, as if her body was made for me.

2) Her innocence makes me want to use my entire inventory of bedroom tricks on her and then invent a few more.

3) Except that... she’s a virgin.

I can initiate her into the world of desire without letting her get attached, can't I? A few hours of tutoring, and at the end of the night a small fortune will be deposited into my bank account.

Yes, you read that right. There are many words for what I do. After all, mine is the oldest profession. I'm an escort, which means this date is nothing more than a mutually enjoyable transaction.

But once I realize one night with her won’t be enough, I’m the one who's screwed.


****(4) out of 5 Stars!

So the general premise here is pretty unrealistic (comparisons to Pretty Woman come to mind), and there are a few coincidences in the narrative that really stretch the bounds of believability.  But other than that, this is a really good book!  

A kind-of insta-love between a male escort and the rather different young woman who hires him.  Let's just say that neither is what the other one expected, but each is what the other needs.  Hugo and Bea each have their own quirks, demons, and other assorted baggage.  Despite all of that, as well as their age difference and the rather unusual employer-employee nature of their relationship, they just seem to click with one another.  That neither ever thought they'd find someone to feel that way about is an added bonus.  

There are some dark themes in the story related to each of their pasts.  And as the story progresses, Hugo and Bea have some serious issues to overcome.  The fact that each makes significant sacrifices for the other, however, does help to mitigate some problems though, and certainly does a lot to strengthen their love for one another.  This is a fairly easy and quick read, about a couple of adoreable and intriguing characters; one that I definitely recommend for lovers of Contemporary Romance with an Insta-love Rags-to-Riches theme.

I received a free eCopy of this title from Social Butterfly PR, 
and have willingly provided an honest review.

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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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Monday, March 19, 2018

BOOK BLITZ for "Galatine’s Curse (Tom’s Arthurian Legacy, #3)" by T.J. Green

Galatine’s Curse 
(Tom’s Arthurian Legacy, #3)
by T.J. Green
Publication date: March 20th, 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
An ancient sword. A dark secret. A new enemy. 
In the third book in the series, Tom has established a new life in the Otherworld, a life he loves. He lives with Arthur in New Camelot, and Arthur is hosting a tournament. Eager to test his sword-fighting skills, Tom’s competing. But while the games are being played, his friends are attacked and everything he loves is threatened. Tom has to find the intruder before anyone else gets hurt. 
Tom’s sword, Galatine, seems to be the focus of these attacks. Their investigations uncover Galatine’s dark history and a terrible betrayal that a family has kept secret for generations. But this secret now puts others at risk, including Tom, and he realises that he could lose everything unless he can solve the mystery of his sword’s past. 
Galatine’s Curse is the third book in the YA Arthurian fantasy series, Tom’s Arthurian Legacy. If you enjoy magic and mystery, a strong group of characters and Arthurian fantasy, then you’ll love this action-filled adventure. 
Buy Galatine’s Curse for your thrilling new fantasy adventure today!


They shuffled towards the light, and Tom gasped. The passage had opened out, and they were on a narrow shelf, looking out across a large cave that twinkled with a faint blue glow. Far below them was a lake lit from beneath, reminding Tom of Ceridwen’s Cauldron.
“Where’s the light coming from?” Tom asked, as he craned round to look at the cave. It was almost circular, and although the lake was a long way down, the roof seemed far above them too.
“Great Goddess!” Nimue murmured. “It must be coming from daystar sapphires.” She pointed. “There are hundreds set into the cavern walls.”
“What are those? I’ve never heard of them,” Brenna said.
“Very rare stones with strong magical properties,” Nimue replied. “Only those who practise magic use them, and they’re very hard to get.” She gazed around with wonder.
“And yet Raghnall seems to have had his own enormous supply,” Arthur said.
“I wonder,” Merlin said, “could they have been used in Filtiarn’s spell?”
A narrow walkway ran off to their right before petering out, and Merlin felt his way along, heading towards where a smattering of stones came within reach.
“Maybe,” Nimue murmured, deep in thought. “They have the ability to enhance any spell, but the power actually makes them dangerous. I have never used them, even when I had some. If they’re used incorrectly, they can cause what I can only describe as a magical explosion.”
“That’s a long way down,” Bloodmoon said, peering over the edge. He picked up a stone and dropped it. It was several seconds before they heard a faint splash. “I think there’s something down there.”
“Like what?” Tom said, alarmed.
Beansprout dropped to her knees, better to look over the edge. “Can you see that black shape against the blue? It looks like it’s circling around.”
“It’s getting bigger,” Woodsmoke said. “Is that because it’s getting closer?” He looked at Bloodmoon, annoyed. “Have you woken something?”
“I only dropped a stone in!” he said, indignant. “Whatever it is, it’s a long way down. You worry too much, Woodsmoke!”
Before anyone else could comment there was an enormous splash and the black shape emerged from the water, silhouetted against the blue. The shape kept coming, and then a spurt of fire emerged from the blackness, followed by the familiar roar of a dragon.
“It’s a bloody great dragon,” Arthur yelled, pulling Excalibur free with a hiss. “Run!”
But Merlin was still at the end of the ledge, examining the stones.
“Merlin, get a bloody move on!” Arthur yelled, preparing to fight as they stood mesmerised by the dragon’s approach.
And suddenly Tom was aware of Galatine, trembling, its hilt warm to the touch. “How can it live in water?” he shouted as he pulled Galatine free, its opals now swirling furiously.
“Water dragon,” Nimue yelled above the roar, “very vicious, and territorial.”
A blinding white light emitted from her hands, held palms forward, forming a wall in front of them just as the dragon drew level and released another stream of fire.
They instinctively ducked, but the shield held, turning into a wall of flame as the fire hit it. Beyond, the dragon flapped its enormous wings and fixed them with a vicious stare before flying round to circle back, its huge wing span creating a rush of air.
“Wow!” Tom said, rising to his feet and looking with new appreciation at Nimue.
Merlin stumbled, and Arthur ran to him, helping him to his feet. Woodsmoke and Bloodmoon had already drawn their arrows in case the shield failed.

“Get a move on, Merlin,” Nimue commanded icily. She turned to Beansprout. “Join your hand to mine, and hold your other hand out, like me.”
Without hesitating, Beansprout did as she asked, and Tom saw her stiffen as a wave of power travelled through her, strengthening the shield.
Tom watched the dragon turn back towards them, dripping with phosphorescent water, like a sheen of blue fire racing along its wings and dripping down its jaw. It was magnificent and terrifying all at the same time.

Author Bio:
T J Green was born in England, but moved to New Zealand 10 years ago. She currently lives near Wellington with her partner and her cats Sacha and Leia. When not writing she does lots of reading, gardening and yoga. 
In a previous life she's been a singer in a band, and has done some acting with a theatre company - both of which were lots of fun. On occasions she and a few friends make short films, which begs the question, where are the book trailers? Thinking on it... 
Tom's Inheritance is TJ Green's first book in the series Tom’s Arthurian Legacy, the sequel Twice Born was released in February 2017. Galatine’s Curse, book 3, will be released in March 2018. She is also working on a few short stories which further expand the world of Tom in the Other. 
Her new project is an urban fantasy series about witches.