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An ill-conceived notion of earning more money to pay off his debt and escape a dark past leaves the minstrel in a situation he can’t escape, and with a deadly bargain. https://www.books2read.com/Justonemistake #Fantasy #DarkFantasy Adult rated.

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In a land of tyranny and rumour, a desperate elf flees death and destruction. Can she find sanctuary with strangers? Can ordinary folk dare defy the might of the Order of Witch-Hunters in a land where their word is law, and death theirs to command? What price is courage in such a land?

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Can a dying dragon trust a poisoner to save him?

Captive Dragon

Dragons of Reverie Book 1

by Elisa Rae

Genre: Romantasy, Noblebright Fantasy Romance

Storm, born of an esteemed lineage, avoids the violentpolitics of his species until the power struggle comes to him. After beingattacked while traveling home, he overcame his assailant. Wounded andvulnerable, Storm retreats into a cave to heal, only to be woken from a healingsleep by a band of cutthroats intent on taking his hide.

Selah has been kidnapped. The thugs wanted an elven mindhealer, but she is onlyan apprentice. Now her captors are insisting she slay a dragon for them byaddling its mind. To refuse means death for her, but to comply would be deathof a different kind.

Captive Dragon is anoblebright fantasy romance novel about a relationship between a dragon shifterand a warrior elf. It features an alpha/cinnamon roll of a reluctant hero andhis feisty heroine being forced into close proximity on a road trip to figureout both their pasts and futures.

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Chapter One

Storm

I was dying.

The ache in my bones made me restless, but I lacked thestrength to move. Pain, deep and throbbing, paralyzed my limbs. The tear in mywing stung, sharp and unrelenting, but it didn’t rival the burning in my eye.

I shivered against the growing chill in my limbs. Dragon’sbane was relentless. Only time remained before the poison quenched my internalfire. And then my heart would stop beating.

In the meantime, I endured the delusions that dragon’s baneforced on my mind, memories, nightmares. Recollections of long-dead and newlydead friends. Scenarios, both fictional and real, played out in my mind’s eye,twisting and turning so that every situation turned toxic. Hate, anger, andbitter regret churned through my being. I groaned deep in my chest and longedfor the coming end. Anything to stop this torture.

As I drifted in and out of consciousness, fighting tomaintain vigilance until the end, the sound of a plaintive whine cut through mytortured thoughts. I cracked my good eye open.

“Beggar.” My voice vibrated painfully in my throat.

The dark-brown dog with floppy ears sitting in my line ofsight brightened up. He hopped onto all four of his paws and shook himself. Acloud of dirt and grit exploded from his coat.

I closed my eyes again, too tired to care.

The dog nudged my talons. I slit my eye open again. Histhick brown tail whipped back and forth as he watched me. He was a solidcreature, though surprisingly agile. He whimpered and did a strange backwardshuffle as though encouraging me to follow him.

“No.” My lungs ached, irritated by the poison that I hadaccidentally breathed in the day before when I incinerated the foolish fae thatattacked me. Or had it been mere hours ago? I found I didn’t care. My headthrobbed.

With a bark, Beggar bounced on his two front paws and thenglanced over his shoulder before he whined and turned in a tight circle.

My eyelid dragged downward as my ability to fight the poisonebbed. The acidic scent of dragon’s bane filled my senses in a rush, yetanother sign the poison was permeating deeper into my body. “Go,” I told thedog.

At least he could escape.

“He can’t. They are guarding the door.” The sound of softfootfalls announced the invader far too late. My hearing must’ve been affectedas well. I had missed her arrival. The voice sounded feminine.

I drew in a sharp breath and lifted my head. No metallicscent meant she carried no metal weapon and wore no armor. Still, that didn’tmean she was unarmed. I blinked through the film blurring my one good eye.Despite my best efforts, it refused to focus.

She was a slender, pale-faced blur carrying a lantern ofsome kind in the darkness of my makeshift refuge. “Have you come to kill me?”

“No.” She bent down and scratched the dog behind the ears.He leaned eagerly against her legs and then pranced around, desperate for moreaffection, foolish creature.

The female ignored the begging dog and approached. “I wishto heal you.”

I huffed in disbelief, producing a pathetic cloud of smoke.My fire was cooling faster than I expected.

“What happened to your eye?” she asked, tilting her head tothe side.

“Another dragon’s claw.”

“And your wing?”

I tucked both of my wings closer to my torso. My painintensified, but I ignored it. “Are you taking inventory for the butchers outthere? Making sure I have all the essential parts so they can sell them offwhen I am dead?”

She grimaced before resuming her perusal. “If it is a rip, Idon’t think I can heal it, but—” She peered up at my head as she walked aroundto my right side, out of my good eye’s range. “I think I can do something foryour injured eyes, though.”

“They are more valuable as a matched set?”

She glared at me. I felt it more than saw it—a disconcertingsensation. My eyelids dragged down again. I gave in to the poison’s pull anddropped my head, resting my chin on the ground.

She moved around my snout with agitation in her tread. Had Ibeen stronger, I would’ve reared back away from her. As it was, I didn’t eventry. Instead, I forced my eye open. She pressed her palm to my snout.

“What are you doing?” I rasped out.

Healing you. 

A reader of fairytales andfolklore, Elisa Rae loves a happy ending. Noblebright characters, dastardlyvillains, and chemistry between characters delight her. When she isn’t writing,she loves to watch superhero movies and literary dramas.

Elisa Raeis the pen name of Rachel Rossano.

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Exile

The Price of Talent Book 5

by AK Nevermore

Genre: Spicy Dystopian Romance

Together or not at all.

On analternate earth, a cataclysm has altered a subset of the population. Talentsare persecuted for their psychic and physical mutations, giving rise to twoconflicting societies based upon maintaining genetic purity. And the Source, ashadowy corporate entity dependent upon the exploitation of captive Talents, ishunting them…

FlynnScot is spiraling.

After acataclysmic chain of events and devastating loss, Flynn’s grasp on reality isslipping. Backed into a corner by the Assembly and his sanity called intoquestion, the threat of exile and having his talent stripped endangers not onlyhim, but any chance he might have of getting his family back…if they’re notalready past saving.

Deepin stasis, Kara’s fate is uncertain.

Stolenaway and in the clutches of a madman, Kara’s future depends solely upon Titus’ssufferance. With unfettered access to her genome, his attention is fixated uponthe next iteration of Talents—especially after events in the North change herstatus from prize to bait.

Because Flynn is comingfor her, and he’s not coming alone.

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AK Nevermore enjoysoperating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lentevery year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques,and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running downthe dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.

Unable to ignore thevoices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes ScienceFiction and Fantasy full time.

She pays the billsediting, wielding a wicked hot pink pen and writing a column on SFF. She alsobelongs to the Authors Guild, is a chapter treasurer for the RWA, teachescreative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.

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This year is the 80th anniversary of the end of the Second World War – six long and awful years fighting fascism, hatred, bigotry, division, greed and trying desperately to maintain freedom. There are but few of those who lived, and fought in those terrible days still living, and few who survived the industrial murdering of humans in the concentration camps still living.

Yet the rise of the right, the rise of hatred, greed – be it for land, power or wealth – threatens once more. When governments espouse the separation of differing groups, demonise people because of who they love, whether they are born in that country, their skin colour, what gender they are, whether they are poor, or of a different faith, then everyone suffers.

Divide and rule – it’s a tried and tested form of government – blame the immigrants/Jews/gays/women/blacks/Muslims/those people across the border – whichever group or groups of people are supposedly at fault. It’s control – nothing less. If ‘you’ blame someone else for the ills of the regime, of the inequalities that exist in society then you won’t blame the people calling the shots, or even, dare I say, oneself.

War continues, and the hatred continues – the rich get richer at the expense of those with less, or nothing. Humans don’t learn, history repeats, and repeats – and the blood flows. Again. When men of power claim empathy is weakness, when wealth is might and right, when poverty, or need is a crime, when ‘other’ is wicked, civilisation has failed.

When would you speak up? When would you act? When freedom to speak is gone? When the freedom to be yourself is removed? When your health benefits are no more and you can’t afford to treat your children’s healthcare? When the synagogue burns? When the mosque burns? When your neighbour is taken away? When the ghetto is full? When the extermination squad is at the door?

Civilisation is on its knees. Watch the news. Think – it could be you – it might be you.

80 years on – and we seem to have learned nothing.

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Hy wat met monsters onderhandel, pasop! ‘n Held smee ‘n onheilige onderhandeling met ‘n heks en leer dat magie nooit vergeet nie.

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