Book Tour & Guest Post: White by Angelina J. Steffort

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Title: White

Author: Angelina J. Steffort

Series: The Wings Trilogy #1

Release Date: 19 Apr 2017

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“I love you,” he said with a smile on his lips. And then his eyes snapped open, flashing green. A radiating white blur shot out from between his shoulders, smashing everything within reach. I was thrown to the ground by the force of it and something hard hit my head. The last thing I saw was Adam’s shape against the white radiating light that seemed to have its source inside of him…

When 18 year old Claire Gabriel meets Adam, her life takes a drastic turn. He seems to have stepped right out of a fairy tale, he shows this alien glow in his eyes, and he is beautiful – more than anything.

Before she can think twice, she finds herself in love with the mysterious boy, unable to evade the dark shadow their feelings for each other draw up; because Adam isn’t the only mysterious creature hovering around Claire.

Soon Claire finds herself a target in the the eternal war between good and evil . . .


“Angelina J. Steffort has crafted a deeply engaging world with a level of astounding detail. For an author’s debut, this is world-building at full power and romance writing as it should be.”

(Toni Weiss, Creative Partner, Little Lights Studio)

~ Teaser ~


There always has to be somebody who takes responsibility for our sins. When I was a child, I thought it was God. When I didn’t believe in God anymore, there was a time when I thought others would take the blame. Now I know it is me, and no one but me. Everything else is a lie, and lying is a sin. . .

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 ~ About the Author ~ 


“Chocolate fanatic, milk foam enthusiast and strict fan of the southern sting-ray. Writing is an unexpected career path for me.”

“Angelina J. Steffort was born on February 28th 1984. She has multiple educational backgrounds, including engineering, business and music. Angelina writes YA fantasy and is the author of The Wings Trilogy, currently working on the second part. Her debut novel White was released on April 19th 2017.

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~ Guest Post ~ 

To make the the life more fun at the blog, and because I lost track of time and couldn’t finish the book… I’m really mad at myself about it, it’s go gripping and interesting! Anyway, I thought why not to ask for a guest post during the tour, and as the summer is closing by, why not ask Angelina about her favourite actvity during summer! 

Angelina, floor is yours!

I was asked about my favorite summer activity. After thinking hard, and I mean headache-hard, not just browsing-my-brain-hard, I came to the conclusion that I honestly don’t have a favorite summer activity. Anything that involves me being active I avoid when it gets hot in summers.

As for the activities I can passively participate in, I would put hanging out at the lake first place. I grew up at a beautiful lake which is a jewel between mountains in the south of Austria and there is nothing better than to just dip your toes into cool water when the sun is attempting to grill you.

And then of course there is ice-cream…summers make the perfect excuse to practically live off of ice-cream.

When it gets particularly hot, I frequently find myself hiding out inside the house like a vampire, and come out only after the day gets a little cooler at sundown, a habit that has made me wonder if I should relocate to a cooler climate. But then, warm summer nights and walking bare foot through the dark are way too wonderful to miss out on…

All in all, I can say that summers are fine as long as I don’t need to be active and can wear my favorite sundress.

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Release Blitz: Ever the Wayward Sky by Oliver Phipps



Title: Ever the Wayward Sky

Author: Oliver Phipps

Release Date: 23 Apr 2017

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The Civil War is over. But for Sergeant James Taft, there seems to be no end in sight. He had seldom considered what he would do after the war, because he never believed he would live through it.

James briefly returns to Pennsylvania in an unsuccessful attempt to work as a farmer. He then sets out to find peace and somehow vanquish the ghosts in his soul. What he can’t possibly foresee, as he rides west, is the epic story of tragedy and triumph that he will take part in.

“It’s unfortunate, but true, that darkness must often be complete, before we notice the subtle glimmer of hope.” – Doc Jefferies, Ever the Wayward Sky.

~ Teaser ~

As the days passed, James felt himself sinking further into depression. He tried to work on the family farm but couldn’t focus on the tasks. Darkness slowly began to swallow him from the inside out.

“Well, we finally pulled that old stump out of the South field.” John attempted to sound encouraging at the dinner table.

“That’s wonderful. That old tree always irritated your Pa. I’m glad we took care of it, and it is gone.” His mother glanced over at James after saying this.

Her son sat staring blankly at his plate of food. He heard nothing they had said.

His mother turned and looked across the table at John, who then glanced over at his wife, Velma. All three now watched James as he held his fork over his food and appeared to be far away.

The two children took notice of what was occurring and began watching their Uncle also.

Realizing the children were watching, Velma stood up and took a pitcher of water over to James.

“Would you like some more water, James?”

He almost shook as he came out of the apparent trance.

“Oh, no Velma, thank you.”

Johnny laughed a little, and this caused Grace to giggle as well.

“You children eat now. No playing.”

“Yes, Grandma.” Both children replied, almost in unison.

James looked around the table with a lost expression on his face.

“I think it’ll rain tonight,” John said in an attempt to bring supper back on track. “What do you think James?”

“Yes, it might.”

He knew something wasn’t right. He realized now that he’d been somewhere else. He didn’t know what to do about it, though. He glanced around at his family. He loved them dearly, but he didn’t belong here. He wasn’t sure where he belonged, but he knew now that it wasn’t here.

Later, as James lay down to sleep, the rain began. The soft pattering of raindrops outside his window caused a soothing effect, and he drifted into sleep. Then the thunder came, and as James slipped farther into slumber, he found himself on a faraway battlefield again. As the sounds of the storm erupted outside, the cannons roared on the battlefield of James’ dream.

“I heard them was Morgan’s boys over there, Sergeant.”

A young private nervously spoke to Sergeant Taft, who was riding back and forth in front of the men. James reined his horse in to answer the young cavalryman.

“Don’t matter who they are, Private! That cavalry unit is protecting the Reb’s flank, and we’ll run them off the battlefield, or die trying!”

When James said this, the private appeared to calm down. But he was still obviously frightened. All the soldiers appeared concerned. The horses moved underneath them nervously; sensing death to be close at hand. Smoke from the guns drifted through the unit’s ranks as James scanned the faces of his men.

He then moved closer to the young private. James thought he might be able to say something to calm the young man, but as he came near, the soldier began to speak.

“I sure got the feeling that I’m going to be one of those that die trying, Sergeant. You ever get that feeling?”

James reined in his mount again, trying to calm it. The horse quivered under him in an apprehensive excitement for the battle at hand. Then, James lied to the young private. He always lied in these situations.

“Almost every day, Private.” After James had said this, the man calmed some more. He smiled a little. James smiled slightly as well, and then he thought of several other men that had told him the same sort of thing over the years. They all died on the battlefield after telling him this. The cracking of rifle and cannon fire became intense. He positioned his horse to the front of the unit, ready for battle.

Their lieutenant rode swiftly up from the back of the unit.

“Alright boys, it’s time, let’s give’em hell.”

The lieutenant then pulled his saber out and nodded to their bugler, who immediately sounded the charge. Sergeant Taft spurred his horse just as the lieutenant charged forward.

“Let’s go 9th,” James yelled out, and his heart began to pound inside his chest.

The ground began to tremble as the horses burst into a gallop.

James looked across the field at the enemy just as bullets began to sing around him.

He became hot as the blood rushed to his head. Then, as always, he slowly became numb as the specter of death approached.

He put the reins in his mouth and lowered his head as if facing a fierce wind. He could now see the enemy’s faces clearly.

As the gap closed, he pulled his saber out with his left hand and his revolver out with his right.

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 ~ About the Author ~


Oliver Phipps served in a Special Forces unit of the United States Army and studied at MSC. He has spent much of his life traveling throughout the world. Visiting many countries in Asia as well as Alaska, The Canadian Yukon territories and as far north as the Arctic Circle.

In 2004 Oliver published his first book and continues writing books articles and short stories. He has had eight books on the Amazon bestseller lists at the time this was written, with as many as five on a bestseller list at one time. In June of 2015 Oliver’s novel A Tempest Soul landed the #1 bestseller spot in its category, garnishing Oliver his first number one bestseller.

Currently Oliver and family reside happily in the U.S.

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Review: Tidal by Lisa Terry



Title: Tidal

Author: Lisa Terry

Release Date: 24 March 2017

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Most of the south Carolinians who hate 17 year old Jessa Pierce do so in the open, but one of those haters, bent on revenge against Jessa and her boyfriend, pulls the strings from behind a curtain. Figuring out if this revenge has anything to do with her parents’ mysterious deaths is more than Jessa can comprehend. Believe it or not, she has bigger, more immediate problems.

Jessa and her step-brother have to find a way to keep their little sister happy since their new guardian doesn’t seem interested in the three of them. When the little sister’s need for stability leads Jessa to a new profession, she realizes happiness for herself is an impossibility and love is just as elusive.


~ Teaser ~

Chapter 1 (small part)

Whoosh. My whole body jolts, and I grind my teeth to hold back a stupid little-girl scream. Slowly dragging my eyes from the tiny airplane window, I look to my side expecting to see the face of the overly helpful (and really aggravating) flight attendant. Not even. Sitting in the seat, his leg almost touching mine is a boy, maybe closer to a man, and he puts his finger to his full lips.

Brown eyes dance with amusement until they lock on mine. I crack my mouth open before his desire attacks my nose.

“That’s not your seat.” My voice is raspy like I haven’t talked to anyone in a while. I haven’t.

He raises his black eyebrows, a scar cuts through the one on the right, and he swoops his brown waves off his forehead. “Well, I know we were supposed to switch seats at the beginning of the flight if we were going to, but how was I supposed to know my neighbor would be a snorer and an armrest hogger?”

“I reserved that seat,” I whisper. If JJ would’ve sent the company plane after me, this wouldn’t be necessary. Isn’t our island big enough for first-class seating planes now?

“You like your space, huh?” He smiles a smile that’s probably supposed to charm me right out of my pants.

It’s not about the space. I just like to inhale clean air, not an aggravating boy’s desires.  “You’re not supposed to sit there.”

“But you won’t rat me out.” He relaxes his arm on the armrest and nods. “Nice.”

After a glance around the other seats, it’s obvious he’s safe from anyone else caring too. Most people are passed out since it’s a late-night flight. My eyes lock on the seat in front of me, its blue and gold weave looking like someone puked blueberries and eggs.

What would he do if I yelled? Nope, I don’t have the nerve. But he doesn’t know that. Fighting a smile, I fling my mouth open.

His eyes double in size before he clamps his hand over my mouth. “Don’t.”

With my head jammed against the headrest, I have to stretch my eyeballs to the max to see him. And almost crack up at his face.  His oh-shit-what-have-I-done face. But I didn’t get a good breath before, and now I have to inhale through my nose: I want to stay here. I want to get to know this girl and find out why she isn’t happy.

I reach up and snatch his hand away. “I am happy.”

“Whoa…pretty defensive. Wait, I didn’t say you weren’t.”

Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap, I’m a moron. “Go away,” I whisper.

“Tell me how you knew that.”

When I don’t answer he sighs. “Okay, then tell me why you’re not happy.”

I could answer him. And then this nosy boy could laugh and move on. But I’m not brave enough to shout my angst to the world. Can there be anyone on this earth more pitiful than me?

“Perfectly happy.” My problems have very easy solutions according to Professor Renard. I could have sex with the nearest asshole—you’d love that wouldn’t you, Renard? Get a little bit of the sultry eye?

I have two months to figure “sexy” out or I’m out. Will Mother find somewhere else to stick me, or will she insist I stay home? Excuse me, Mother, while I gag constantly over your stupid, petty desires.

Suppressing a yawn, I try to ignore my seat thief and stare out the window again.

“I’m going to be out there one day,” comes his gruff voice from behind me. His pullover almost touches my cheek when he points out the window. “It’s where I belong.”

“Belong?” I’ve never felt like I belonged here either. How could I? But a freak like me, inhaling people’s desires instead of smells, doesn’t belong anywhere.

“Yup.” His lips pop on the P.

He’s got to be screwing with me. That or somehow he’s contracted my “ability.” I eye him, but there’s no hint of a smile on his face. I shut my mouth and chance a tiny breath: I can’t wait to get my degree and pilot’s license and then on to Astronaut Corps. I want to get to know this girl.

Oh, an astronaut. But what’s up with this getting to know me stuff? He just wants to get to know me? Weird. “Are you gay?”

My face heats up to an astronomical temperature. Why can’t I just be smart?

“No. Why?”

Why? Good question. Like, why couldn’t my freak ability be something helpful like super-intelligence so I wouldn’t ask stupid, embarrassing questions? Or what about something my modeling professors would love—owning my beauty. The cherry on top of my confidence sundae would be not breaking out in hives when a photographer mentions the word sexy. “Nothing.”

“Do I match too well or something?” He tugs at his navy blue pullover.

“No,” I say with a smile.


Finally what? Did I do something? “What?”

He grins at me. “A smile. You looked almost normal for a second.”

That’s me, the exotic blonde beauty…normal would be nice. And Professor Renard thinks my looks are a good thing.

“You’re going to get an early wrinkle,” he says. He runs his finger down the center of my forehead to the top of my nose. I freaking let him. And I have no idea why.

Yes, I do! I need sexy…sultry. Experience to draw from so I’ll photograph better. Yeah, that’s gonna work—we’ll just bump uglies right on the plane.

But a kiss….

I swivel my eyes toward him to get a secret eyeful. His brown hair is wavy, almost curly. It’s the kind that looks soft and silky and very finger-runable. Kinda like a little boy’s. His eyes are brown. Just normal brown, but they’re soft and happy. Below them his face angles to a point, though his jaw line is squared.

Slowly I bring my eyes back to my ugly seat. I clench my teeth; my face heats up again.

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 ~ Review ~

I got the book for free in exchage for a review as part of promotions for KC Book Promotions Thus all thuoghts here are my own and are not anyway plagiarized from anyone!

Recently, I haven’t been posting a lot of reviews or promotions, and when I got the sign up link for this book I got intrigued! The cover and the summary piqued my interest and as normally this is not my usual literature, I still gave it a go. I was immediately caught in the book by Lisa’s writing. She truly has a great writing style, combing character development, bit of humor and suspense was just what I needed to fuel me to keep on reading!

Meet Jessa and exceptionally interesting character to base a book on. What makes her so good? That’s for you to find out!

~ About the Author ~

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Lisa Terry lives in the South riding the state lines of Florida and Alabama. She has enough animals to call it a small farm, so she’s either insane or caring. Or insanely caring. She’s a print news reporter, and editor, and an aspiring Hogwarts student. On any given day, you can find Lisa playing video day, you can find Lisa playing video games, sitting on the beach or organizing per pagents. She gave up on fitting in a long time ago and now is fine with being called a walking contradiction. Lisa writes Young Adult and New Adult: contemporary, thriller, mystery, horror and paranormal.

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Title: Moment(s)

Release Date: 10 Jan 2015

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They’re dying to be fans,

Scottish rocker Julian McLane lives as normally as possible. But fame can be lonely, which might be why he’d spent a year looking for a girl he caught making a wish behind the concert arena. his fans aren’t happy to share him now that he has found Emilie – too bad their violent dispeleasure only puches the couple together.

Emilie needs protection from rabid fans, so Julian convinces her to tour with him and his prank-loving bandmates so his security team can wath over her too. Julian thinks tehir coupledom is as right as a long song. But something’s very wrong about murder victims wearing the band’s concert bracelets. Someone seems intent on downsizing the fandom.

Julian holds a twisted mess of clues about the killer’s identity, with every day bringing a different theory, and he’s beginning to think finding the killer means losing Emilie forever.

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Book Tour: Love Magic by Lilith Dorsey



Title: Love Magic: Over 250 Spells and Potions for Getting it, Keeping it and Making it Last

Author: Lilith Dorsey

Release Date: 1 December 2016

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This is really “the big little book of love magic.” Magical maven Lilith Dorsey has packed into this fun, informative, and practical book over 250 spells, potions, rituals, and recipes devoted to all facets of love and sex.

Based on years of magical experience and prodigious research, this book includes sections on such topics as self-love, marriage, fertility, erotic adventures, the ethics of love magic and more. The spells are drawn from a wide diversity of magical traditions and focus on equally diverse situations. There are spells for finding love, keeping love, and healing yourself so that you are ready for love. The book also includes rituals for invoking goddesses of love. Lilith Dorsey considers and discusses all facets of the romantic experience.

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 ~ About the Author ~


Lilith Dorsey M.A., hails from many different magickal traditions, including Celtic, Afro-Caribbean, and Native American spirituality. Her traditional education focused on Plant Science, Anthropology, and Film at the University of R.I., New York University and the University of London, and her magickal training includes numerous initiations in Santeria, Vodoun, and New Orleans Voodoo.

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Book Blitz: Scrappy the Dog by Juanita and Ronald Destra



Title: Scrappy the Dog

Author:  Juanita & Ronald Destra

Release Date:  15 Sept 2014

Publisher: Destra World Books Publishing LLC

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This children book tells the story of a sweet little pup, Scrappy who ventures out into the world as he is tired of the mistreatment and lack of care he had experienced in his home. The story details on his adventures and experiences in the outside world.

Like any dog, Scrappy is inquisitive and excited about the new experienced in his life. He explores new territory and tries to move as far away from his home of neglect as fast as possible. Though he feels scared and confused, Scrappy has no other option but to go forward. He meets new people, some are cruel to him and others love him like nobody has ever loved him.

The story of Scrappy shows us how life can change quickly and unexpectedly . It teaches children that life can be sad and happy at different point, but that there is always light at the end of the tunnel. It also touches on issues like bullying and peer-pressure.

 ~ Teaser ~

Once upon a time there was a little dog who was abused and mistreated. Scrappy hardly ever ate and he never had enough water. There were many nights he would go to bed hungry and thirsty. Scrappy felt so unappreciated and so unloved.

Scrappy often found himself staring out the window of his home thinking in his mind what it would be like if he could be free. He would imagine to himself what he would do when he grew up.

~ About the Authors ~

About Juanita:

workJuanita Destra is a medical field worker, author and publisher. She is the co-founder and CEO of Miami-based Destra World Books Publishing, LLC

The company provides professional literary services to authors and business owners. Their company specializes in book, eBook, audio book publishing, marketing, editing, promotion, graphic design and much more.

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About Ronald:

ronRonald Destra is a children book author, illustrator, publisher, entrepreneur and husband who resides in Florida.

He has published six children books and is a co-founder of Destra World Books Publishing, LLC. His passion is to help children learn that they do have a purpose in life and to never give up no matter what life throws at them.

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 About Destra World Publishing:

With a focus on multiple genres and formats, Destra World Books Publishing’s author-friendly business strategy allows writers to maintain all rights, worldwide distribution and 60% of net royalties from the company’s roster of distributors. Add to that prompt, friendly, hands on customer service, which truly makes Destra World Books Publishing one of the best independent publishing houses in the USA.

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Book Blitz: The Little Hero by Ronald Destra


coverTitle: The Little Hero

Author: Ronald Destra

Release Date: 23 September 2016

Publisher: Destra World Books Publishing

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When a little boy named Mays wakes up one night and discovers his house is on fire, he knows he has to do something. With the help of the police, firefighters, and his family, Mays will discover that even he has what it takes to be a hero.

An inspiring tale of one boy who learns just how important he really is.

~ Teaser ~


It was early in the morning, and everyone was asleep except for little Mays. He had gotten up and gone into the kitchen, and that’s when he saw the smoke.

The house didn’t have any smoke alarms. Mays’ father couldn’t afford them; he’d not worked since his accident.

Mays was only eight, but he’d been taught at home and in school to report to adults when anything was wrong.

“Daddy! Mommy! The kitchen is on fire! It’s burning!”

 ~ About the Author ~ 


Ronald Destra is a children book author, illustrator, publisher, entrepreneur and husband who resides in Florida.

He has published six children books and is a co-founder of Destra World Books Publishing, LLC. His passion is to help children learn that they do have a purpose in life and to never give up no matter what life throws at them.

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Title: Affliction 

Author: Marilee Brothers

Series: Soul Seeker #1

Release Date: 29 February 2016

Publisher: Wild Rose Press

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Twenty-two year old Honor Melanie (Mel) Sullivan has an affliction. Due to childhood trauma and inappropriate social behavior, she is diagnosed with Aspergers, a form of autism. But, Mel knows Aspergers is not her true affliction. She prefers not to gaze into a person’s eyes because she is a soul reader, and what she sees can be frightening. It can also get Mel into trouble.

After a brush with the law, Mel leaves her family home in Southern California and travels to Oregon where she meets Harley-Davidson riding William McCarty (Billy the Kid) and stumbles upon a human trafficking/baby-selling scheme involving a foreign girl from Kazakhstan and others. Even though Mel’s life is in danger, she won’t stop until she finds the answers that will help those unable to help themselves.

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His cheek scrapes across mine, his mouth just inches from my lips.

“Look at me, Minnie,” he whispers. “Tell me what you see.”

I lift my gaze and stare into his eyes, fully expecting to see my own face, possibly streaked with bits of sticky syrup and framed with flattened helmet hair. Nothing scary. Just something I’d rather not experience right now. But someone changed the channel.

My breath hitches in my chest. “Fire,” I say. “I see a smoldering fire.”

Billy’s mouth grazes my cheek. “Smoldering, huh? Let’s make it burn hotter.”

His lips touch mine, tentative at first, until I wrap my arms around his neck and try to climb inside his skin. He deepens the kiss, his silky tongue slipping into my mouth. I’m transported to another place. My world consists of all things tactile. The sound of our breathing. The smell of his leather jacket. The warmth of his body against mine. The softness of his lips. The heat spiraling through my body like wildfire. More. I want more.

I’m brought back to earth by the sound of a honking horn and a raucous shout, “Hey, you two, get a room!”

Embarrassed, I push away from Billy and stare at the ground, trying to get my breathing under control. Billy grabs my hand and kisses the back of it like an errant knight wooing a fair maiden. This strikes me as hilarious and I snort laugh. Also embarrassing.

Billy releases my hand and tilts my chin back. “I’m not leaving until you look at me one more time. I promise you, it’s safe.”

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~ Review ~


Are you ready for something unique? I both enjoyed and ddn’t the book. it was hard to start and get into it, but after chapter 3 or 4 i couldn’t put it down. it is a clever blend of mystery, romance and an aspect of supernatural for a good measure. Mel is an ineterstting character to read about. She’s a bit of a “hero” material with her attitude to fix the world.


Truth be told, i was waiting for more supernatural. the plot and the blurb: “Lie to a soul seeker, live to regret it” got me really interested in the book, but i got more f ther gnres. However, try the book for yourslef, maybe you’ll love it more then I did!


~ About the Author ~

Marilee Brothers is a former teacher, coach, counselor and the author of ten Marilee0708hbooks. Marilee and her husband are the parents of three grown sons and live in central Washington State. After writing six young adult books, Marilee is once again writing romantic suspense for the adult market. She loves hearing from people who have read her books. Feel free to contact her at Website  and sign up for her newsletter The Obsessive Page Turner. Her author page on Facebook is: and she occasionally tweets @MarileeB. Check out Marilee’s Amazon page here

Marilee’s blog is Book Blather, where she features aspiring and published authors as well as some tidbits of her own.

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Series: Unbidden Magic 

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MOONSTONE A Fictionwise Fantasy bestseller Young Adult A sickly mom. A tiny house trailer. High school bullies and snarky drama queens. Bad-guy dudes with charming smiles. Allie has problems. And then there’s that whole thing about fulfilling a magical prophecy and saving the world from evil. Geez. Welcome to the sad, funny, sometimes-scary world of fifteen-year-old Allie Emerson, who’s struggling to keep her and her mom’s act together in the small-town world of Peacock Flats, Washington. An electrical zap from a TV antenna sets off Allie’s weird psychic powers. The next thing she knows she’s being visited by a hippy-dippy guardian angel, and then her mysterious neighbor, the town “witch,” gives her an incredible moonstone pendant that has powers only a good-hearted “Star Seeker” is meant to command. “Who, me?” is Allie’s first reaction. But as sinister events begin to unfold, Allie realizes she’s got a destiny to live up to. If she can just survive everyday life, in the meantime.

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Giveaway: In Defense of Knowing by Charles Mahoney


Title: In Defence of Knowing

Author: Charles Mahoney

Release Date (for author’s newsletter readers): 23 January 2017

Official release date: 28 January 2017




One dedicated youth pastor will soon know the reason why

Shortly after relocating his family to the sweet tea-obsessed town of Sumlyn, Missouri, things start to unravel for a dedicated youth pastor. Hawes Trainor has always gone where he’s called without question. And the move to a satellite church from Newhall, CA is no different save for the well-being of his young daughter, Danielle. Affectionately called “D” by her dad, the twelve-year-old soon lands in the local hospital under the watchful eye of the mysterious Dr. Grove. For Hawes and his school teacher wife, Angela, the situation soon spins out of control. He may call the shots, but Angela was nearly selected for the Space Shuttle Challenger, coming within only a few teachers of the fateful mission. She has dreams of her own, yet must put them aside to figure out why D isn’t coming out of the hospital. It’s the end of 1985 and the Challenger is getting closer to launch. Will it be one disaster after the next for the youth pastor of unshakable faith? Read In Defense of Knowing by Charles Mahoney and travel back thirty years to when Ronald Reagan was President and there was still a Cold War going on. Experience good versus evil in this “absolutely chilling” tale from one of the most inventive novelists working today.

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 ~ About the Author ~

author pic.jpgCharles Mahoney debuted in 2014 with the publication of his first novel, Story of The Ghost. Ranked high on several reader lists, it’s a contemporary piece of literature in which an athletic teenage boy struggles to overcome loneliness and an escaped prisoner’s lust for fame as he fields a one-player football team for a Native American school in the Sonoran Desert. His second novel is the investigative thriller The Gray Hound, and is currently available along with Story of The Ghost on Amazon.

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Book Tour -The Money Tree by LaDonna Smith


seal2themoneytreesealfinalcover.jpgTitle: The Money Tree

Author: LaDonna Smith

Release Date: November 27 2013

Publisher: Follow Your Dreams Publishing



The Money Tree explains basic financial concepts and practices in plain and easy to understand language that children can comprehend and use in their day-to-day lives. The clear text and playful illustrations aim to simplify financial concepts like earning, saving, interest, the difference between needs and wants, and the joy of running one’s own business. To make the otherwise boring topic interesting, the concepts have been explained through small anecdotes accompanied with colorful illustrations to stimulate children and ignite a love of saving.


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 A truly great book for kids! I loved it, because it was easy to read and explain for the kids the value of money. 

My brother has recently starting getting the concept of money, so i when i gave him this book he was ecstatic. He wouldn’t stop talking and asking me to explain some more complicated staff about bying his toys. 

I would recommend this book to all parents! It will make your life easier to explain money to our kids. 

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DSC_0331_editLaDonna Smith is the author of the children’s picture book titled The Money Tree, which won the 2014 Financial Literacy Children’s Book of the Year award from the Institute for Financial Literacy.
She is a certified financial educator whose goal is to educate youth from all walks of life on how to find their path to financial empowerment. LaDonna draws inspiration for her book ideas from several typical parenting routines: watching her children play or argue, overhearing them sing or talk, and listening to all the amazing ideas, concerns, and requests that they come up with. The Money Tree is the first, but her children have inspired many more literary surprises already in the works! LaDonna and her husband reside in New York and have four wonderful children, all with intriguing and different personalities, like the characters she creates in her storybooks.

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Book Tour: Archangel: Love by YL Parker

Title: Archangel Love

Author: YL Parker

Series: Archangel #1

Release Date: 5 June 2016

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Diana Deluna comes to Rome to finish her last year in high school at St. Clare’s High. Diana’s father is called to investigate the disappearance of The Shroud of Turin from a museum in central Rome. The archangel Michael has taken the image of a man and tracked the shroud and other ancient relics to the shores of Italy. Michael stumbles upon one of several keys that have opened the cells to some of the most dangerous dark archangels of all time. Michael summons the seven archangels of light to help him bring the fallen he imprisoned back to justice. Michael saves Diana from a demonic attack. Diana Deluna finds herself in a world of angels and demons forced to survive while loving a man who isn’t human. 

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Chapter 1

Great War sparked in heaven across all tiers of the realm at once. The fallen archangels severed their ties, broke ranks and turned on the others.  They led the rebellion and it swept like wildfire. Battalions of dark angels were determined to take power from the Father, abandoned their posts, and stormed the great castle in the sky. The dark archangels took over the dark angels, watchers, and the demons. They ultimately drove a splinter between the angels within all ranks. The first battle ignited so quickly and repeated every minute of time ever since. Michael the chief of all the archangels arrived the enemy weakened and their ranks decimated. He was a most valiant warrior, prince of the heavenly palace, defender of all that was invisible and indivisible. The fallen archangels and the lower angels were quickly identified. The angels and archangels of light did all to protect the palace, and the realm in all times.

The dark foes got as far as the gardens outside the castle. The other fallen angels fought back. Michael, chief of all the archangels took all of the angels he found and fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought them back.  The dragon glowed in the sky. It was a black body trimmed in crimson light.

Michael drove them to Heaven’s Endone of many realms in their sky kingdom. Once outside the castle, Michael hunted them down like dogs. Lucifer was stripped of his wings and title from the moment that he fell. He took the dragon for his avatar on that day and every day since. Lucifer took to the earth with all his angels, never to return. He had many shapes and many names but he was too many known as Satan. They created sin and sought to this day to destroy man. Satan fell to the ground. The dark angels and archangels were stripped of their powers at Heaven’s End.

Heaven’s End was the gate between heaven and earth. It was close to some of the highest mountains on earth.  There as an invisible barrier between the ceilings of earth that was colored like the blackest night. They fought, escaped, and hid clinging against the layers of the atmospheres for eons. Michael prevailed against all of them over and over again. But they disappeared one by one with every fight.

The angels fell like stars that day, and losing their light.  They held on with all their might in battle after battle at the plain between heaven and earth. The dark archangels gained all that was evil. It became their friend and with all their light, the powers given to them also vanished and they were left with what they could forge from Cimmerian shade, fire and the dark arts. Those who were against them would always be against them. However, Michael the chief archangel would stand between nightfall and light.

The general and the armies that he commanded outnumbered them in the millions and drove them into the hills beyond First Heaven right outside the castle gates. First Heaven was nothing but rainbows and unicorns and their Queen lived there, Mary was her name.  He marched in front of a row of angels that followed at his command at First Heaven’s gate. The city of All That Lie in Between was on the right and the castle gates were on the left beside All That Lie in Between. All That Lie in Between was a never-ending city with blinking lights. It was a working city that never slept, in a parallel world between heaven and earth, separated by an invisible wall. They worked day and night at their jobs to keep the universe safe.

The regiment marched past the waterfalls. The water flushed down a circle and bounced off a ring of paradise. There was an everlasting rainbow that formed in the crater on a sunny day and the sun in this dimension was everlasting. They desperately looked for an exit. All of the portals were covered with more portals inside of them. He finally found one at the steps of No Return. The steps went on forever. Water slowly washed over the steps to slow time. Michael led the way as a regiment of his army followed him. The roaring water held them despite its power at times it looked still. They landed at the edge of a murky puddle.

Michael’s Pegasus, Spade knew its home was in sight. The beast had marbled eyes, shiny dark fur, wings, and a main trimmed in gray hair. No Return was a tropical terrain and home to all the Pegasus that lived amongst the waterfalls and rainbows. The sea foam water plunged down a slope at No Return that was over four feet wide. The water bounced up against the largest boulder in view. No Return was very beautiful, unlike its name suggested. The trees on the edges were dark green. The boulders were sculpted in dark gray granite. They were treacherous yet beautiful. Michael scanned the edge for the water. Spade galloped through and on top of the clouds. Michael halted Spade then looked to his left. He saw the circular boundaries of Heaven’s End to his right and No Return to his left.

“Have you found them?” Michael asked Raphael.

“No, “said Raphael. Raphael had a beard and a large purple angel tattooed on his neck with a pale complexion throughout. Raphael’s short brown hair tousled from the wind and sweat.

“Secure Heaven’s End. Take a fleet of chariots and six regiments to the rear…”Michael ordered. Michael squinted with his dark brown eyes and sighed under his breath. His dark brown hair fluttered against his brow. Gabriel the tracker, and the messenger sat on his steed beside Michael with his eyes closed. Gabriel searched throughout the cosmos for a way out an end the pestilence that set upon them, but there was none. If there were a solution, Gabriel would find it. Gabriel suddenly opened his eyes.

“General, Sariel, Ramiel, and Ragule, are all uncounted for,” Gabriel said before Michael could continue. Gabriel’s eyes were deep blue. He was pale with shoulder length sandy blonde hair that stopped at his shoulders. Raphael galloped up. He was distracted by the bodies stacked one on top of the other. Raphael’s eyes glanced at the wounded beyond. They littered amongst the black clouds that mixed and rolled like fog. Their skulls cracked, and their spines torn from their bodies and light ripped from a lantern. Raphael swayed. His face was astonished, shocked, and never saw such carnage amongst his own. The white body was difficult to fix. It was slightly easier to repair than the human body. The palace doctor saw clear through the bone. It was no use and the soldier withered away within his grasp. These were his warriors the finest of the dominion. The dominion noble winced and folded back on his knees. Raphael moved to pet Shadow. It was named Shadow because the mammal moved in ways opposite of light. Raphael stood and Michael anticipated his thought as Raphael hoisted himself up on the grey winged horse.

“Doctor, we must save our energies for the living… The palace physician is needed elsewhere,” Michael said. Raphael steadied the Pegasus, Shadow and swept the bodies with one small glance. Raphael smirked but Michael was right these angels would live or die as the Father’s will. It was beyond his control. Raphael’s blue eyes widened, the mechanical grip from his gauntlets tightened on the reigns, and steered his steed. The animal launched then sped beyond light into the clouds to Heaven’s End. Raphael arrived in the sky between dimensions. He bounced from cloud to cloud like a chess player, but it was a deadly game in the sky. The animal arrived on the peak of a mountain, and Raphael waited while a sea of clouds rolled across their feet. Only satellites hovered in these heights with them, but the humans could not see them. Dark archangels appeared in and out of time cloaked as bright lights. Gabriel followed Raphael. The bulk of Michael’s force had arrived at No Return.

The general looked from the left to right sides of the lines as he rode along sizing up his force. His heart pounded but he held his anger his closed fist before he released it to halt the troops behind him. The chief archangel looked to the sky and one dark horse appeared on his flank behind the highest mountain in heaven. He could see it instantly even though it was miles away. They turned their energies to the underworld and the occult. Angels fell from all the ranks in heaven. Michael gave them a choice to follow him, the Father, or to fall. His eyes glowed, lit up like a Christmas tree, and he was ready.

In the last battle, Michael lost many of his troops. He was the only seraphim capable of waging a war of this magnitude. This battle was the key to all battles and would repeat for every day since in the hearts of man in song and legend. The general was charged to lead them all. The Powers were the Father’s most lethal fighting force, and they outnumbered all the angels, and they answered only to Michael’s command. The angels sang as they defended their kingdom in between minutes and eons.

Spade pawed the ground with its hoof. It was stealth and appeared on the enemy undetected. Then without a moment’s notice, angels fell in slow motion to its left and its right. Michael clashed with the living and the dead on his black Pegasus Spade. The animal drove forward and kept with the pace. The unicorn was a distant cousin to the Pegasus. This particular unicorn was all black with deep purple irises. It was one of a kind. Both creatures bred specifically to serve the archangel corp. The horn on its head was in the shape of a stone chiseled blade. The beast also had grey hair. It turned to its Pegasus companion and snorted then both animals quieted.


The angel’s body was a white body. The white body was the equivalent to the soul for angels. It was pure light that was all-powerful. It was forged in the depths of the universe counter to the black body. The black body was made of chromium, nickel and cobalt mixed oxides. The black body was camouflaged. It could absorb and reflect radar energies. It absorbed light and created a radar heater. It glowed with an internal lamp nickel and phosphorus. It was super black. The black body hid and stored energy from the photosphere. The brutes thrived in obsidian and their time was space time. Once at full power the betrayers were like vacuums and needed to absorb or create energy. They cut off the light between heaven and earth.

The white bodies and the black bodies were on the battlefield mixed together. Raphael and Gabriel were surprised at what they saw. Michael turned away not bewildered at what lay before him. The bodies of their brethren were sprawled across the land. Their necks were cracked and their bodies twisted and left for dead. Their spines ripped from their bodies left and stacked on top of each other to one side. Their bodies and legs bent and scattered in a nearby pool. The pool turned black from day old blood mingled with the scent of death. Its gauntlet was and torn from its contorted body.

The chief archangel jumped down past the heavens and landed on solid clay rock. He aimed his gauntlet up into the sky and tuned it with his other hand so the gauntlet moved clock wise. The general closed the clouds and the dimensions locked. He looked around and recognized the desolate dry place where night ruled the day. It was Mount Herman. He sighed in relief then turned to his duty the scavengers beyond his reach. Michael stood for a moment locked in a gaze with the horse. The horse was Suriel. Michael looked to his right and beheld a vulture that sat on a rock, waiting. It could be anyone of the dark archangels that deceived him that day. The general searched his jaw was, drawn, squared as if chiseled with the strength of on sole muscle.

Then a flock of crows landed on the ground to his left and he identified Uzza and Ariel.  The chief quickly turned from them sizing up the scene. The chief archangel growled looking around. If they thought to surround the general they would be disappointed. Michael could see the path they had chosen now. The general looked back to the horse. The dark horse darted forward then snorted. His angels looked at it, distracted, and then thousands upon thousands of dark angels appeared, surrounding them, and that was when it started. Michael shouted orders time after time until his forces drove them away. The dark angels sought refuge in the highest, the most barren caves they could find, and slithered about in these holes for eons.


Mount Herman was a giant chiseled mountain made of stone and was the highest peak on earth. It touched the heavens. Mount Herman sat beyond them cloaked from the real world, yet these giant mountains were only known in the spiritual world. It was made of pure white stone and reached from the base of the earth to the tip of First Heaven. Its beauty set it apart from all of the mountains in all the realms. In the sunlight it sparkled of pearl and ivory. It was made of the hardest purest granite of the entire universe. Warfare had raged there for centuries and it was one of many doors to earth.

Michael calculated one third of his angels were gone. As many as forty archangels teetered between salvation and ruin. The general saved as many as he could and gave the rest the choice of heaven or hell. Instead of making a decision, they hid amongst the heavens but something else blocked his sight. Michael followed them through all times looking for them, spent the greater part of his time searching for them, and his time was infinite. Seven of the dark archangels fell, yet three of them were within his sights on Terra, but where? They scattered like vermin throughout the earth.

The air trembled, and then the water to the left lay still. Beyond the beach rose land covered in granite rocks and pebbles of all sizes. They shifted and wavered as the beings appeared. They stood before him one by one as shadows, morphed into the shape of angels. Michael ran to a nearby mountain, aware they were following him. They moved slowly like ghosts anchored in one dimension, yet easily seen in another. The chief archangel turned to face them as he armored up and lit his sword. He rolled it into a spear then lunged into them as they phased into time. Michael took on all seven of the dark ones alone. The archangel of light slammed into the earth, he rose from the dirt, and he looked from the left to the right with a gaze as bright as a flickering flame.

Michael grabbed the demon to his left, by the throat and brought it eye level. It wasn’t even an angel, let alone an archangel. He heard Samael’s laughter not far away. Laughter again and again each time higher and wicked than the last. This time Samael chuckled. Michael turned his head then ran to Samael’s position.

”You’re wasting your energy, chief,” he said with a wicked heckle. Michael grabbed Samael and threw him into a lake beside a nearby mountain then turned again. Ariel and Azeal slammed into his back. Michael twisted, and tossed, and Ariel was thrown on the ground. Then Michael scanned the area, three of them, but together would be no match for one chief archangel.

“Michael, Michael,” Samael hissed as master of distortion. Samael rose from the lake and attacked again, but Michael whirled his attackers into the side of the same mountain, and then dashed in pursuit. They disappeared before he got to them in the corner of the base of the mountain.

The small valley beneath the mountain range was thin and narrow. A few meters from the base, the ground on opposite sides was of mixed turf and black sand. The shadows of his foe competed with clouds near the peaks. It was prime real estate for colossal creatures like these, with egos that were even larger than life. Michael chased Azeal and Samael around the base of the mountain, but the pair dove into the darkness. Michael stopped and searched the darkness for them. Creatures of the underworld that they were, the darkness of caverns and volcanoes called to them. Samael moved at the speed of light into sight and drove his staff into Michael’s thigh. Michael grabbed the staff, pulled it out, and sent a wave of heat up to Samael’s arm. Samael let go of the staff and backed up, grunting.

They chuckled and hopped from peak to peak along the small range of mountains. Ariel favored one leg, but he was still nimble. The sky was now dark blue with smoky and light pink colored clouds. It was with the hue from a descending sun, which glared like a streetlight along the mountain base. The mountains themselves were a mix of light and brown; the color of the richest dirt on earth. A crow landed next to Michael. He recognized it as Ariel just before it flew up at his face. Michael morphed his armor to protect his eyes. The archangels were made of the best; gathering two or three from each type of angel in heaven. Ariel was a seraph, one of Michael’s own kin, and Seraphim could change into any creature they chose.

The clouds thickened and hovered together in a thick barrier closing out the sky. The valley and the base of the mountain had darkened, as had the low hills at the foot of the mountain that covered the scene for miles and miles. From the base of the rock to the north-west of the beach was a purple light with a pink and yellow hue. It bounced off the water while elsewhere the darkness of the impending night cloaked the ground and the grass as far as one could see.

Azeal recovered from behind the mountain. He ran toward Michael who turned and squared his shoulders in readiness. Then he stretched out across the ground and galloped on the ground like a four legged animal. Azeal launched into Michael through the air. Michael opened his helmet, and then he pulled it back over his face. He bent forward on the ground stretched out his arm and moved his fingers. It was as though Michael was bending and slowing time with the other hand clasped in the dirt. Azeal slammed into Michael with the force of two trucks weighing several ton. He felt the ground rattle beneath him. Michael took the blow and held his ground for a moment. Then he curled around the blind spot on the other side of the mountain.

Michael saw Azazel out of the corner of his eye, pulled off gauntlets then brought Azazel down with his light. The other archangels took off running into the wilderness. Michael still had Azazel, the dragon’s second lieutenant and one of the instigators that started it all. Before this time, even, farther back near the beginning, Azazel was expelled from the sky kingdom for making weapons and conspiring against the crown. These were the least of his crimes. It took Michael ages to find him, as his quarry always slipped from his reach. Azazel fled to earth. Michael pinned Azazel on the ground below his boot as he looked up and saw a bright star fall to the ground. The gold body descended to land softly, and Raphael walked out of the light. He hurled abeam into Azazel, then split the earth with his fist and Azazel fell into the gorge. Michael nodded and launched into the sky.

As many as twenty archangels were still at large and teetered between good and evil. They lost their power over time when they fell but something brought them here, linked them through worlds and times, and it was this dark object that called for Michael’s attention. When the dragon saw that he had been hurled to the earth; he hissed and vowed to pursue man and its descendants for all time and he slithered into the earth.

Michael lost them where he always lost them; they disappeared near Mount Ararat in the time of Noah.  The realm they created was never equal to what they had in heaven. Many of the archangels had scattered since that battle, some not knowing what to do with their powers and newfound freedom.

Mount Ararat was the same cluster of many large mountains that climbed from the sea. The cliffs housed early man, early beast, and early demons. The earth was beautiful then with oceans and cliffs and green pastures went on forever. Man ran wild learning, yet consumed with eating and breeding and later speaking, reading then writing. They looked to the stars and dreamed of the spiritual world and the unknown.

It was the watchers who taught the humans all of the dark arts known to earth and just some of the secrets of the mystical realms beyond Terra. There was enough evil contained in some of the treasure of knowledge to last them for lifetimes beyond this world. The weapon making, enchantments, Gnosticism and violence seemed infinite and it was Michael’s task to stop them before it would get worse.

Michael crashed onto the shores somewhere in Italy and with one glance he knew this ancient place. Michael pried off both his gauntlets and wiped the wet sand from his brow and beard. His legs felt weak, so he fell to his knees, and then looked about for his helmet, which had come off during the long fall. His eyes glowed, star-like, his focus was odd, so he closed them then shook his head to get a better sense of his surroundings.  The last thing he remembered was Sariel in one hand and Ramiel in the other. This was how time always repeated itself but not this day. The tornadoes and winds blew out of control. The archangel of light braced himself for the light and fell backwards. The chief archangel dug one gauntlet into the sand and then the other to steady his torso. His eyes lit then turned dark brown. The general saw the stars shooting from the sky. The war was still on and the commander had lost control of it.

Michael opened his eyes again and sensed they had turned dark brown. That was better. He needed to look at this place with the eyes of a human. The general oriented himself, looked to his left along the shore, no more than a meter from the water. The chief archangel concentrated, but he had lost the signal the dark object that brought him here. In the distance was a very long sliver of land, perhaps a peninsula, boasting bright city lights that twinkled every second. The sky was aqua blue and the dark grey clouds swirled round the moon. The water was light blue in the waning light and to his left was a large brown rock that sparkled with copper infused in the fossilized rock with shells and starfish.

The sun was setting and the commander of all the archangels knew he didn’t have much time to accomplish his mission. Michael tried to get up, but his legs were still oddly weak. He sat back on the ground and rubbed more sand from his beard. But this would get him nowhere. Soon, the prince of the palace was on all fours with his hands in the sand, searching for the signal from the dark relic that led him to this location.

The archangel of light arched his back from exhaustion. An outline of purple and white wings glowed on his back beneath his skin. They were for propulsion, nothing more and they didn’t help him today when what he sought was on the earth. Michael shifted out of his armor to his second suit, white trimmed in silver. He looked to his hands and gloves morphed over his white glowing palms. He reached to his gold utility belt as he concentrated on slowing his breath and centering himself.

Each second of each minute he felt more and more lost and this weakened him more and more as the once valiant general amongst heaven’s ranks clung to the skin of this planet. Michael had followed a signal to earth once before, caught up in a time paradox, because his angel corps was out of sync that time. The general located his helmet easily, dragged it close to him and snapped it over his face. Then he staggered to his feet, his helmet covered his face and his battle armor extended over his golden suit, ready for the archangels of darkness to phase into this time period. The archangel of light could tell from technology and shape of the buildings in the distance that he was well past the year 2000.

The black marbled sky was quiet, but not for long. First there was a loud boom and then a thousand stars burst in the sky. The chief archangel saw it like a picture before him. These were his brethren, his kin, colleagues, not just stars in the sky. He read every star in the sky like a story, and every solar system like a book. It was like a collection of words that spoke to him. He knew every entity in the universe both near and far. Only Michael and the dominion knew this language. They were the managers of all angels. The stars marched in unison over the trees in the distance and fell to earth.

The sky turned light blue, and surely the humans noticed it. He didn’t have the power to turn the earth but time was another story. Michael was a zeitgeist or a time spirit. He spun his forefinger as if winding a clock to the precipice of dusk, teetering on night and day. The clouds swirled like a tornado to the sun. The archangel of light opened up the Milky Way and wound the wind with his hand. He pointed and moved his hand across the air, hoping to seal the rift to his left. The chief archangel opened his hands again, the clouds wouldn’t stop. The general pounded his fist in the sand again and then relaxed thinking he still could save the earth.  This was his Father’s world.

Michael squinted and looked again at the clouds. He aimed his far-reaching vision close to Rome. Michael smelled the smog from the city streets in the night air and knew he was not far from the city. The clouds above had grown dark and the sky yellowed. The clouds billowed aimlessly as if with no time and purpose. Yet Michael knew what it was. Something was coming to this time and place. It was a dark archangel, who would churn the skies, scorch the earth, raise the winds, and open a window to chaos.

Now he was alone. Now it was the time… the time he had fallen from the sky. A talisman fused with darkness and evil had brought him here, but why to this place? The objects held dark power and he would need to find his archangels to consolidate his ranks. The dreams and memories swirled around him and settled. The general was somewhere near Rome in the 21st Century. The chief archangel sat up, found the energy to rise slowly, morphed into a white suit and white shirt. Michael walked to the edge of the rushing water. The archangel stood watching as the water rushed back and forth against his feet. He turned to look up the sandy hill, then set off walking.

The sand poured into his shoes and the force of gravity tried to draw him back to the shore. Michael continued up to the peak of the hill and brushed past two thick green shrubs to the road towards the city. His short time on earth had weakened him, and the general would need Uriel to intensify his power until autumn. It was still summer, according to the mildness of the air, and Uriel’s time to shine bright. Gabriel was the archangel of winter and Raphael was the spring. There was interference from good as well as evil in the wind, so he went walking towards it near the city of Rome. Michael imagined what would happen when he found this particular dark object, which called to him and to every other angel. The dark archangels would not be far behind and vice versa. They were always drawn to their masters. Michael stood on the edge of the road not sure where to go next.

Michael walked for miles through path after path around the curve of the dusty small country road that intersected into one after another. It was a barren and desolate space in this part of Italy. The chief archangel brushed past the trees in the thick brush on either side of the enclosure made entirely of thick brush on either side. The spaces were small but still passable. Michael walked out of the brush with light emitting from the outside of his body and meters beyond to light his path. Then he emerged in his customary white suit.

The general stopped, stood, and ran his left hand through his wild brown hair. Then he looked up and saw Gabriel at the top of the hill. Gabriel walked along the street. He felt odd. He had been here on earth countless times. He always found a body that was close to the same look, usually the same build, and the same station in life. He stopped in front of the park bench. He wiped his eyes, and tried to get his bearings. He didn’t know where he was which was typical of the conversion process. He looked into his pockets. One was empty, and another with identification. The messenger looked at the card then felt his face. It felt strangely the same and familiar. He was a little spooked and stood. Michael paused in silence with his eyes drawn then closed them. The archangel tilted his head back slightly and ascended into the air. The avenging angel turning into a golden man, and then morphed into pure light to a place in the sky with the stars. Michael armored up and flew low the rest of the way to Rome.


 ~ About the Author ~

YL Parker was born and resides in  North Carolina. She has been a teacher for over 18 years.She was a Lecturer online at King Khalid University in Languages and Translations in 2013. She began working on her doctorate in Transformation Leadership. She is currently an engineering entrepreneur developing projects in energy, media, and healthcare. She has always loved stories ever since she was a young girl. She wrote screenplays for ten years and now has brought her storytelling to books. She has BA in English and a MA in Teaching and Learning with Technology. 

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~ Other Books by This Author ~

17664694Title: Hillary Hermes: Vampires vs Witches

Release Date: 14 March 2013

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This novel is set in San Juan County, Washington. Hillary Hermes was once the most feared alchemist of her time. She awakens in this time as Hillary Somers, her memory is gone, and all of her inherited powers are trapped inside the body of a frail, timid, teenager who’s filled with doubt. Time has transported her through the line of the Somers Witches.Lovers are caught in the war between vampires and wtiches.



Title: Don’t Make Me Angry

Release Date: 17 February 2013



A sheriff leaves her native Oklahoma to join the police force in big City Seattle. She uses her multiple personality to help her fight crime.

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