Release Promotion: Heart of a Witch

 

 

𝑨 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.

I’d never particularly liked humans, but I’d never wanted to kill one. Until now.

Hidden in a kingdom that hates witches, I’m forced to hide what I am. With my sister working in a secret dark magic club, and our family’s shop gaining unwanted attention, things couldn’t be worse when the notorious witch hunter, Damian Shaw, comes to town.

When my sister shows up dead, and my family’s name is called into question, we’re forced to adopt new aliases and leave the home we cherished. As I watch my life fall apart, I vow to destroy the hunter responsible, but his punishment would not be swift. Death was too easy.

Redforest is a quaint town, with a church, pretty shops, and like any good town, a dark past. When my family and I move in, I set my sights on the Shaw family, quickly learning everything I can about them. Damian’s son, Elijah, is the hunter’s greatest pride. His heir. His confidante. The only family he trusts.

I come up with a plan. I am going to shatter every good thing in Damian’s life, ending with his son. My goal: make Elijah Shaw fall in love with me, twist him into the very thing his father hates, then kill him.

With my heart challenged, the attraction growing, I find myself trapped in a deadly game. In a twist of fate, Elijah might just end up being the death of me

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“Town square. I was going there next.”

I pushed him out of the way and grabbed my boots, sharing a glance with my brother before running out the door. I prayed to deities I didn’t believe in that Ember was far away from all this. Anyone who’d heard of Damian Shaw knew that no witches passed a trial with him. If he caught us, we were already dead.

My stomach knotted as I ran toward the town square. Stars twinkled against the matte-black night, but the first hues of blue had already faded the speckled silver in the distance. It had to be four, maybe five o’clock, based on the sky. I’d heard he held trials at night because it was when he believed a witch’s powers were weakest. His logic was stupid, but then he was human and a priest to boot.

Please, Ember, don’t be there. Please.

If she was, then I’d have to expose us, because there was no way I was letting her die. I’d fight them. I should have brought weapons. I mentally kicked myself for not thinking of it back at the house. I heard footsteps behind me in the distance, but I didn’t turn to see who it was.

The town square was alight with torches and oil lamps, illuminating the freshly erected gallows and jeering crowd. My gaze climbed the wooden platform, and I found my worst nightmare come true.

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Rebecca lives in San Antonio, Texas, with her husband and son. Originally from England, you can find her drinking tea, writing new worlds, and designing covers. She writes fantasy romance. She devoured every book she was given and fell in love with magical worlds, and when she got older, her imagination grew with her.

When she's not writing or spending time with her family, you can find her traveling, and hosting book signings with Spellbinding Events.

 

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Release Promotion: Save Me

 

Get a diploma. Find the love of her life and marry him. Go for a career and have kids. Twenty-one-year-old Kate knows exactly what she wants, but when she gets shot and almost dies, she discovers that life isn’t a checklist. It’s hard, unpredictable, and dangerous.

There are fears to overcome, the mafia to hide from, and Mason Scott to resist. One of Scotts’ Private Investigation and Security operatives who keeps her safe and is a professional womanizer who’s insanely considerate and charming. 

Kate doesn’t do players, which is why she distances herself from his swoon-worthy body and ignores whatever weird fan-girl emotions are going on inside her.

But when another threatening situation forces her to share a small two-bedroom apartment with him alone, Kate might have to reconsider who’s the bigger threat: the mafia or Mason Scott?

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KATE

“Really?” he asks as he opens the door of my bedroom and looks me up and down. “It’s perfect what you’re wearing.”

“God, Mason.” I glare at him. “You have to stop barging in my room like that. What if I was naked?”

“I knew you weren’t,” he says self-assuredly. “You didn’t sound like you were getting dressed.”

“I didn’t sound like I was getting dressed?” I repeat. “Now, you have to tell me how that sounds.” I huff, zipping up my hoodie vest.

“I’d demonstrate it if we had time, but we don’t. We need to move, or we’ll be late.”

Late? Maybe I do want a demonstration.

Then I get this visual of him stripping off his black sweat pants and white shirt, and I feel my face flushing.

Oh no.

“What are you thinking about?”

Of course he notices.

I walk straight for my desk and grab my phone. “We should get going if we don’t want to be late.”

And then I slip past him out of the bedroom before I have to come up with a lie as to why my cheeks just flushed bright red.

Or worse, before I involuntarily tell him the truth, again.

 

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Julia Crosswood is a teacher and a mom of two by day.

A writer and avid reader by night—or when the kids are napping.

Although writing and self-publishing her books take a lot of time, she makes sure there’s enough left to make sweet memories with her family, including lots of vacations—yet it’s never without her laptop or Kindle.

Under the influence of a serious dose of caffeine and after a long, hard, and sweaty run—and of course a refreshing shower—Julia writes romance stories spiced with a touch of drama and a pinch of suspense.

 

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Release Promotion: Union Bound

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Adalyn 

I know my role. Be the witch Mom needs me to be, the leader the coven demands me to be, and the wife I have to be. My future is merely a means to ensure the coven remains the most powerful of our kind. So, I say the vows, complete the union, and marry the witch pre-chosen for me. Wanting nothing to do with him, I strike a deal to ensure my independence. My plan was concrete until that first kiss. I didn’t count on wanting him, let alone loving him. A love he’ll never return, and I must accept the fact before I’m gone forever.

Jasper 

A man needs but one goal in his life, and for me, it’s the acquisition of power. Finally, after the union ceremony I’ve been chasing, I have the magic of many, and with it, a wife I don’t want. Thankfully, she feels the same about me, removing the necessity of a typical marriage between us. But temptation is too compelling, and when one kiss turns into one night and one night turns into multiple, Adalyn is all I come to think about. She’s all I see. All I want. Until fate changes. Soon she’ll be gone and I’m forced to decide which matters more: magic or Adalyn.

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 “You’re sexy. I’ve been watching you all night, waiting for that douche of yours to leave your side.”

My palms warm, angry with fire magic ready to tell him where to shove it. I spin, teetering on my thin heels and barely catching myself to find him… gone.

I scan the humans around us, but no one is paying any attention. Whoever was here is no longer in my space. My scanning continues until, through a part in the throng, I spot Jasper by the bar, glaring. His hand is lowering to his side and he smiles crookedly at me before snatching up the three waiting shots and coming through the crowd back to me.

Silently, he hands Maggie and I each one. Maggie downs hers before twisting to face the guy she’s dancing with. I grasp the waiting glass but do nothing.

“Jealous much?” I lift my chin, smirking, knowing I’m winning more of his heart piece by piece.

“Jealousy implies caring.” But his tone wavers, proving to me he’s lying—both to himself and me.

“I think you care more than what you want to admit.”

His eyes darken and suddenly he appears very sober. For a beat, I think I ruined our night, but his easy smile slips on again and he rolls his eyes, shoving the seriousness of the topic away. “Just take your shot, Adalyn.”

I nudge my chin toward his, sitting in his pinched grip. “You first.”

He smiles lazily again, bringing back the Jasper I had moments ago. I down my shot too and let the song pick up my movements. His arms wrap around my waist, his face dropping in the crook of my neck.

“Maybe I do care a little bit.”

I stop breathing. Am I imagining this? What did he put in the shot?

“And I was jealous. I’m jealous of every man and woman staring at you right now. Of everyone who wishes they were in my position. Of knowing their small human minds are visualizing you without this dress.”

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M.L. Philpitt is Canadian-born and raised, and enjoys representing Canada within her novels. As a Ravenclaw, she loves education, having undergraduate degrees in English Literature and Sociology, a certificate in Autism and Behavioural Sciences, and a MA in Counselling Psychology.

She writes in various romance new adult genres including paranormal, fantasy, dark romance, and contemporary. She has lots of crazy trapped in her head for readers to enjoy.

When M.L. Philpitt isn’t making up stories, she’s devouring those imagined by other authors. Her love of reading began when she was a young child and only grew with age. She enjoys many genres, as reflected in her writing preferences.

 

 

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