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The much-awaited third book in the award-winning Ravensblood series is coming in February!  

The reformed dark mage Corwyn Ravenscroft, Raven, has finally found his place in the world. He has a fiancé, friends, and meaningful work. Yet a shadow hangs over everything. His former master, the darkest and most powerful mage of their time, the man he betrayed, the man he thought he had killed, still lives. William is determined to destroy everyone and everything Raven ever loved.

Will Raven find a way to defeat him, once and for all? Or will he see the life he has built crumble around him as William rises once again to threaten the Three Communities, perhaps even the world?

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Jeffe Kennedy is participating in the Worldbuilders 2015 Fundraiser for Heifer International, sponsored by Patrick Rothfuss. The high bidders can win a manuscript critique and genre analysis from her, or she'll name a character after the high bidder in her next Twelve Kingdoms book, THE EDGE OF THE BLADE. Lots of other great stuff to bid on, too!

OTHER NEWS:
We're thrilled to report the Here Be Magic box set charted as an Amazon best seller in its first week! Thank you to all the readers and we hope you're enjoying the stories!

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Terror Mansion Excerpt New Rebecca York Decorah Security Novella

Our new HERE BE MAGIC boxed set was released this week! Only 99 cents for eight special tales of magic. Here's an excerpt from New York Times and USA Today Best Seller Rebecca York's new novella Terror Mansion.

The story: His psychic abilities can save her life--if she will only trust him.

This wasn’t Wyatt Granger’s routine nightmare. Usually he had a clear vision of some unfortunate future event that he might or might not be able to alter.

Instead he saw a confusing swirl of murky images with shadowy figures appearing and disappearing, mostly at an old building near the dock in a seaside town. More confounding were the scenes in what looked like a house of horrors, filled with distorted mirrors, a laughing but menacing clown and places where the floor dropped out from under your feet, sending you to the depths of hell.

But always at the center of the whirlwind was a beautiful young woman with terror in her wide-set blue eyes and her blond hair in a tangle around her heart-shaped face.

When his own eyes blinked open, he lay with his heart pounding, fighting his way back to reality. But the here and now kept slithering away. What he saw instead was the woman’s face floating in his mind, the most indelible image from the nightmare.

“Who are you?” he whispered as he sat up and thrust aside the tangled bedsheets.

Although she wasn’t there to respond, he had no doubt that he was going to meet her soon, and the encounter was going to change his life.

A dramatic way to put it? Maybe, but he knew to the marrow of his bones that the dream had been about his own future—even when his prescient nightmares had never been personal before.

“Crap,” he whispered under his breath. He stood up, pressed his feet against the cold floor and walked naked to the window of his condo, where he stood clenching and unclenching his fists as he looked toward the glimmer of dawn on the horizon.

He ached to shake off the vivid confusion of the dream.

But instead of the bare tree trunks outside, he saw the woman’s face, pale and intense and beautiful.

“Who are you?” he asked again, but he heard only the throbbing of the blood in his veins.

He might not know her name, but he had to find her. He could have fought the feeling of urgency that threatened to choke off his breath, but the truth of the dream was burned into his soul, even when he had no way to cope with it on a logical level. All he knew was that he had to go to her. And then he had to take her in his arms and protect her—even when he knew she was going to mount a savage denial that she needed his aid.

Urgency and frustration had him stomping down the hall. In the bathroom, he took a quick shower. In too much of a hurry to shave, he pulled on jeans, a tee shirt and a leather jacket. Logically there was no way to even know where he was going. But he felt a compulsion to drive east, as though a psychic beacon was pulling him in the right direction, heading toward the waterfront that had flickered in and out of the nightmare.

His destination solidified in his mind when he’d crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge to the Eastern Shore of Maryland. There were lots of waterfront towns in this part of the state, but he took the turn to St. Stephens, which had been a thriving port in colonial times. Now pleasure craft bobbed gently in the small harbor, and Main Street was lined with tourist shops and restaurants.

A welter of emotions grabbed him by the throat as he parked in a lot in the heart of the downtown area and strode toward the dock. Yet some part of him still feared the dream had all been a lie.

Relief jolted through him when he saw the shambling gray building from the nightmare. The feeling was nothing compared to what he felt when his gaze fell on the woman standing outside the barn-like door.

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Here Be Magic Box Set - TALL, TALL TREES by Linda Mooney

I am thrilled to be a part of this box set due to release Tuesday, November 17th! My contribution is a sensuous fantasy romance entitled Tall, Tall Trees.

Blurb:
If fighting the animosity between their two tribes isn't enough, Oron and Pellera must battle monstrous creatures and the deadly growler to save their lives and their love. But when an old medicine woman warns them of a looming apocalyptic disaster, the couple realize the only way they'll survive is to make the hazardous climb to the tops of the tall, tall trees.

Excerpt:

Pellera brushed a sweat-soaked lock of hair over Oron’s ear. He took the hint and rolled to his side, keeping an arm over her waist as they waited for their bodies to cool down. She could feel herself sinking into sleep when lips kissed her shoulder.

“There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t thank the gods for letting me find you.”

She smiled and opened her eyes. Turning her head to look at him, she could barely make out his features in the subdued moonlight. “I think you were always meant to save me from one danger or another. Like the first time we met. And like today.”

 “Trust me, Pell. You’re far from being the helpless female. I bet you’d be a formidable ally if you were trained to use a spear or knife like I have been.”

“Hey, I’m already pretty good with a knife,” she protested with a hint of humor.

“Against a flutterer, sure. But what about a croaker? Or a chitterer?”

Pellera snorted and rolled onto her side. Reaching over, she ran a finger down the bridge of his nose. Oron grasped her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“I had another reason to seek you out tonight,” he confessed.

“What is it?”

“Father and Mother know about us. I’ve told them about your life. About your father. Father supports my idea of taking you away from the caves.”

Stark fear lanced through her. Bolting up into a sitting position, Pellera stared down at him. “Oron, I can’t!”

He sat up and grasped her elbow. “Yes, you can. You must! Pell, if you don’t, I’m afraid he’s going to forget himself one day and strike you. Perhaps kill you!”

She could hear him choke on the confession. Taking his hand that held her arm, she squeezed it. “Oron, if I left with you, where would we go?” She made a sweeping motion with her hand to encompass the forest around them. “Father would convince the council to send troops to try and retrieve me and take me back to the caves. Men could die. Oh gods, Oron, you could die! I could never forgive myself if you…” Her voice gave out as the thought of her father killing the man she loved pierced her like a knife to the heart. Her chest hitched and tears burned her eyes.

Oron pulled her into his embrace and tried to calm her fears. “No, no. I didn’t expect to bring you back to the village. No, I wouldn’t dare bring that danger to my people.”

“Then…where?”

“To the north caves.”

She paused, unable at first to comprehend what he was telling her. Oron smiled and nodded. “Only until the first winter snows. By then, Father and I believe it will be safe for us to move into the village.”

Closing her eyes, she rested against him. “It’s a beautiful dream, Oron, but—”

“No. No buts, Pell. In two days, right after moonrise, I’ll return for you. Be ready to leave.”

She faced him again. “But what if Father becomes suspicious?”

“Don’t give him any reason to be. Gather up a few items of clothing like you’re going to do laundry and set them aside to bring with you. Don’t pack anything, or else he might question your motives. Pellera,” he gave her a little shake. “You must do this. For us. It’s the only way we’ll ever be able to be together.”

He was right. If they wanted to have a future together, she would have to leave the eastern cliff. She would have to leave the only home she’d ever known.

But it also meant leaving the man who made her life a living hell.

        Her father.

        She took a deep breath. “All right. Two days?”

        “Right after moonrise,” he repeated.

        She sniffed again. She was unaware she’d frowned until Oron mentioned it.

         “Something wrong?”

         “Is it me? Or do you smell…”

         Oron released her and inhaled. “What was it?”

          “I don’t know. At first I thought it was…”

        She got no further when an immense shadow obliterated all light above them. A rapid series of clicks sent cold chills through them.

       Oron grabbed his spear and jumped to his feet. At the same time, he yelled at Pellera.

          “Run, Pell! Run!”

          Before she could move, the chitterer released more of its noxious vapor and launched itself at the young man.