Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she
wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way—through hard work…
specifically erotic dancing.
As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until
he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.
Desire sparks. Lips meet.
Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also
from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman
to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their
shared paradise.
As they embark on their Vampire Quest.
TEASERS
Excerpt from Chapter One:
WREN
My mother thinks I’m nuts. My relatives
avoid me like the plague. Buddies I’ve had since forever have mostly turned
their backs on me.
Why?
Because I’ve chosen the one thing no
self-respecting witch has ever done to my knowledge… I’ve turned my back on
magic.
The bus I’m on lumbers toward my place of
employment, a Las Vegas strip club. I want to try things the mortal way for a
change. However, that doesn’t mean I’m shy. Besides, stripping is one of the
few things I can do without any advanced training, which I never had to take
because I am a witch. Damn, fate really screwed me for the real world.
Bummed, I sag in my seat. Despite my
attire—calling the scant stuff I wear a costume is being generous—no one on
this bus notices my near nudity. Their attention remains glued to their phones,
their gazes vacant.
Except for the bus driver.
He regards me in the rearview mirror then
slowly drags his tongue over his thick lips and grins.
Ew.
I suppress a shudder and give him the
finger instead. If that doesn’t get his eyes back on the road, I’ll twist his
head around until it’s facing me, permanently.
He gets the hint and concentrates on his
driving.
I blow out a relieved breath and make it
to my stop without further incident.
The outside air is balmy, the sky splashed
with glittering stars. Hard bass pumps from inside the club. Ready to boogie, I
grab the handle for the staff entrance but don’t open the door.
For some reason I can’t.
Expectation floods me as it never has. My
skin tingles and my breath catches…as if something exciting and new is going to
happen tonight.
An event that might totally change my
entire existence.
ROMAN
Let’s get something straight from the
get-go. For those mortals seeking eternal youth and a never-ending life, thanks
to Botox, exercise, or selling their souls to Satan—which is fucking hardcore and
stupid—I have one thing to report.
Immortality sucks. Being a vampire blows. Big-time.
I slump in my chair, overwhelmed by an
endless future I never asked for and don’t want. Being a mortal with a sell-by
date on my existence was fine with me, no matter what anyone else prefers. Different
strokes, I say. Despite my liberal attitude toward existence, did I get what I
wanted even though I was minding my own damn business?
Hell no.
I gulp whiskey faster than I ever guzzled
water. Unfortunately, the booze has the same effect on me. Rather than a
pleasant buzz I came to expect as a mortal, I now experience nada, zilch, zero.
Yet I keep drinking, hoping for the best
when only blood will ease my craving.
Dan Hardez is here to tell us about his epic fantasy Eternal Dominion, The Eden Fault book one.
Read on for details...
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The Eden Vault, Book One
Epic Fantasy
Date Published: September 12, 2025
Publisher: MindStir Media
In a continent shaped by ancient secrets and forgotten science, power is
measured not only in armies—but in monsters.
For centuries, the Kingdom of Valkalor has ruled through terror, harnessing
prehistoric creatures to crush rivals and expand its dominion. Bound beneath
the reign of the ruthless King Gadrion, the realm teeters on the edge of total
war. When a new external threat emerges—one powerful enough to destroy
the fragile balance restraining Gadrion’s ambition—the king seizes
his moment.
But his plans begin to unravel when his daughters, Kendra and Cerelia, uncover
the horrifying truth behind their father’s designs.
Forced into exile and hunted across savage lands, the sisters must navigate a
brutal world of political intrigue, assassins, mercenaries, and carnivorous
saurians. Their only hope lies in the Eden Vault—a legendary and ancient
chamber rumored to wield power over creation itself.
As rival kingdoms march toward genocide and war threatens to consume the known
world, impossible choices loom:
● Will uniting their father’s enemies ignite an even greater
catastrophe?
● Can the Vault stop the coming war—or unleash a force far worse?
● And who is truly manipulating events from the shadows of Valkalor’s
rise?
Blending epic fantasy, science fantasy, and high-stakes thriller pacing,
Eternal Dominion launches The Eden Vault Series—a sweeping saga of
dynastic power struggles, dinosaur-driven warfare, dark magic-adjacent
mythologies, and deeply personal journeys of love, loyalty, and rebellion.
Perfect for readers who love:
● Epic fantasy with political intrigue
● Dark fantasy with moral complexity
● Monster and dinosaur-driven worlds
● Strong heroine-led narratives
● High-action, cinematic storytelling
⚠️ Content Warning: Written for mature adult readers. Includes graphic
violence, trauma, war, strong language, an intimate scene, and occasional drug
use.
The war is coming.
The Vault is real.
And time is running out.
About the Author
Dan Hardez is an epic fantasy and science-fantasy author, lifelong
learner, and storyteller whose work blends cinematic action, political
intrigue, and speculative science into immersive secondary worlds.
An avid reader from childhood, Dan’s imagination was ignited early by
novels that fused science, history, and suspense—sparking a lifelong
fascination with worldbuilding and high-stakes storytelling. He completed his
first novel-length story at age eleven and dreamed of crafting sweeping epics
that explored power, discovery, and the cost of ambition.
Life eventually pulled him away from writing as he pursued a career and raised
a family, but during the COVID pandemic—amid isolation and personal
transition—Dan returned to the page after nearly two decades away. What
began as an experiment quickly reignited his creative drive, evolving into The
Eden Vault Series, a sprawling saga shaped by years of lived experience and
deep research.
Dan is the author of Eternal Dominion, the flagship novel of the series, along
with three prequel anthologies—Spectra, Cinderr, and Azemar—with
the sequel, Fallen Crescents, currently in progress. His stories draw heavily
from history, politics, paleontology, anthropology, and emerging scientific
concepts, woven into dark, character-driven fantasy worlds.
A self-described “pantser,” Dan writes without rigid outlines,
allowing characters to steer the narrative in unexpected directions. He often
says he knows how the saga will end—but not always how the characters
will get there.
By day, Dan balances a full-time career and raising two incredible kids. By
night, he continues building the world of Valkalor, driven by a passion for
storytelling and a deep appreciation for the readers who step into his worlds.
When he’s not writing, Dan enjoys traveling, following professional
sports, and escaping into Colorado’s outdoors.
Readers can explore more about The Eden Vault Series, upcoming releases, and
exclusive content at danielhardez.com, and connect with him on Facebook,
TikTok, Instagram, and beyond.
Stacy Wilder is here to tell us about A Camping Conundrum, a Liz Adams Mystery #5, a cozy mystery.
There's also a great giveaway.
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A camping trip to South Carolina’s Poinsett Park turns
deadly when PI Liz Adams’ husband discovers a body in the lake. Amid camping
calamities, Liz and her lie-detecting Lab, Duke, rush to identify the
killer—leading to a shocking twist of karma.
A Camping Conundrum
A Liz Adams Mystery #5
by Stacy Wilder
Genre: Cozy Mystery
A heart-pounding cozy mystery filled with twists, turns, and
canine charm. Perfect for fans of page-turning whodunits and outdoor
adventures!
Private Investigator Liz Adams isn’t thrilled when her husband, Brad, suggests
a camping getaway to South Carolina’s picturesque Poinsett Park. The mention of
camping brings back a haunting memory of a childhood Girl Scout trip that went
terribly wrong. But for Brad, the park is a refuge—a chance to relive happy
moments from his past.
The long weekend escape takes a dark turn when Brad discovers a woman’s
lifeless body in the park’s peaceful lake. The victim, the landlady of a strip
center in the neighboring town of Sumter, was notorious for making enemies
among her tenants. With no shortage of motives but no clear suspects, Liz and
her truth-sniffing Labrador, Duke, embark on a quest to identify the culprit.
As Liz races to uncover the truth and put the killer in jail, the couple
experiences one camping disaster after another. Will justice be served? Or will
an unexpected twist of karma change everything?
Stacy Wilder is
the author of the Liz Adams Mystery Series. In addition to cozy mysteries,
Stacy writes children’s stories, short stories, and poetry. Her mission is to
deliver a delightful story to readers of all ages while benefiting a larger
community. She donates a portion of the proceeds from the sales of her books to
causes that help the homeless, both people and pets.
Beyond writing,
Stacy is deeply devoted to her faith, family, and her beloved Labradors. She is
also enthusiastic about the causes she supports, the beauty of art, the
serenity of the beach, the adventure of travel, and the joy of reading.
She and her
husband live in Houston, TX with a totally spoiled Labrador named Eve.
Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she
wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way—through hard work…
specifically erotic dancing.
As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until
he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.
Desire sparks. Lips meet.
Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also
from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman
to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their
shared paradise.
As they embark on their Vampire Quest.
TEASERS
Excerpt from Chapter One:
WREN
My mother thinks I’m nuts. My relatives
avoid me like the plague. Buddies I’ve had since forever have mostly turned
their backs on me.
Why?
Because I’ve chosen the one thing no
self-respecting witch has ever done to my knowledge… I’ve turned my back on
magic.
The bus I’m on lumbers toward my place of
employment, a Las Vegas strip club. I want to try things the mortal way for a
change. However, that doesn’t mean I’m shy. Besides, stripping is one of the
few things I can do without any advanced training, which I never had to take
because I am a witch. Damn, fate really screwed me for the real world.
Bummed, I sag in my seat. Despite my
attire—calling the scant stuff I wear a costume is being generous—no one on
this bus notices my near nudity. Their attention remains glued to their phones,
their gazes vacant.
Except for the bus driver.
He regards me in the rearview mirror then
slowly drags his tongue over his thick lips and grins.
Ew.
I suppress a shudder and give him the
finger instead. If that doesn’t get his eyes back on the road, I’ll twist his
head around until it’s facing me, permanently.
He gets the hint and concentrates on his
driving.
I blow out a relieved breath and make it
to my stop without further incident.
The outside air is balmy, the sky splashed
with glittering stars. Hard bass pumps from inside the club. Ready to boogie, I
grab the handle for the staff entrance but don’t open the door.
For some reason I can’t.
Expectation floods me as it never has. My
skin tingles and my breath catches…as if something exciting and new is going to
happen tonight.
An event that might totally change my
entire existence.
ROMAN
Let’s get something straight from the
get-go. For those mortals seeking eternal youth and a never-ending life, thanks
to Botox, exercise, or selling their souls to Satan—which is fucking hardcore and
stupid—I have one thing to report.
Immortality sucks. Being a vampire blows. Big-time.
I slump in my chair, overwhelmed by an
endless future I never asked for and don’t want. Being a mortal with a sell-by
date on my existence was fine with me, no matter what anyone else prefers. Different
strokes, I say. Despite my liberal attitude toward existence, did I get what I
wanted even though I was minding my own damn business?
Hell no.
I gulp whiskey faster than I ever guzzled
water. Unfortunately, the booze has the same effect on me. Rather than a
pleasant buzz I came to expect as a mortal, I now experience nada, zilch, zero.
Yet I keep drinking, hoping for the best
when only blood will ease my craving.
Beth Rinyu is here to tell us about The Rewrite, a contemporary romantic comedy.
There's also a great giveaway.
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The Rewrite
Beth Rinyu
Publication date: January 29th 2026
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
How long would you hold a grudge?
If you’re Eloise Hendrickson, the answer is twenty-five years. After being humiliated by her overseas pen pal in seventh grade, Eloise, now a successful writer, has never quite let go of that one mortifying moment. One bad breakup, a late night of drunken internet sleuthing, and a half-baked excuse to bust through writer’s block send her straight into the path of the boy she’s hated her whole life.
Her plan? Turn him into the villain of her next novel.
The plot twist? He’s not the jerk she remembers.
Instead, he’s a charming chocolatier, a devoted family man, and awkwardly, a huge fan of her books. But as Eloise reconnects with the past, it’s not him who captures her attention, it’s someone else entirely. Someone unexpected. He’s rude, infuriating, and gets under her skin like no one else. He’s the exact opposite of the heroes she creates and the men she dates.
With new friends, a fresh perspective, and possibly the beginnings of something romantic—Eloise must decide if she’s finally ready to let go of the perfection she’s always demanded from herself as well as everyone around her, and embrace the unpredictable, wonderfully flawed life waiting for her. Maybe her next bestseller won’t be about righting the past after all. Maybe it will be about rewriting the future instead.
Warning: This book may contain chocolate and possibly a happily ever after.
“Okay, so if booty calls are off the table. What about a friendship? Seeing he’s such a decent guy? You’re a lonely woman in a strange country. He’s an available strapping man. Maybe it would be nice to have someone just to hang out with. I mean… not someone like you and me someone. Let’s face it, I’m irreplaceable.”
“No,” I cut in. “Like I said, he’s nice. For someone else. Whether it’s sex or friendship, I’m not interested. And for the record, I’m not lonely.”
“Yes, yes, how could I forget, your social circle now includes preteens and senior citizens.”
“I happen to like my new friends, both young and old.”
“Ella, honey.” Charlie gave me that look that was equal parts exasperated and concerned. “All I’m saying is, maybe this is your moment to let your hair down a little. You’re always so tightly wound, and this breakup didn’t exactly loosen the screws. Maybe it’s time to expand your horizons. Try something different. Someone different. Maybe this guy is the kind of non-Kent energy you need.”
“Okay, when did you get a PHD in Psychology?” I snapped.
“Reading radar maps and reading the human psyche are kind of the same thing. Both are temperamental and can change in a heartbeat,” he teased.
“Charlie, I love and appreciate you, but stick to doing the weather. You’re much better at that!”
“One last question, and then I promise I’ll ixnay the subject.” “What?” I didn’t even try to hide my annoyance.
“Do you call him Mr. Moreau or Grace’s daddy?”
“Goodbye, Charlie!” I blew him a kiss and disconnected our call.
Author Bio:
I've always had a passion for Creative Writing. There's something special about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen—or in today's world, a tap of the keyboard. Maybe it all started with the soap opera-level drama I used to script for my Barbie dolls. Plot twists, emotional arcs, surprise twins... it was basically a writer’s room before I even knew what one was. Whatever the spark, storytelling quickly became my favorite creative outlet. I craft stories that keep me on my toes and constantly push me beyond my comfort zone. Deep characters you either root for or love to hate are the ones I’m most drawn to.
Exploring new places helps me uncover fresh and exciting settings for my books, but there’s nothing quite like a quiet walk in the woods or sitting by the ocean close to home. Turns out, plot twists and inspiration arrive just as easily with a sea breeze—or a few curious squirrels.
Kasey Fallon is here to tell us about her contemporary romance Lifestyle: Trust Fall.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Lifestyle: Trust Fall
Kasey Fallon
Publication date: January 27th 2026
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
She needs a Dom.
A stalker wants to own her.
And once you’re in it, the LifeStyle never lets go.
On the outskirts of Philadelphia, the LifeStyle Club caters to those with certain… tastes.
Grayson is a born Dominant – and owning LifeS is exactly where he belongs. With a new underground fight arena ready to launch, he’s missing only one thing: a fighter strong enough to survive it.
Lexi has survived worse.
Haunted by PTSD, Lexi trusts no one but herself. She runs her own gym, makes her own rules, and refuses to submit – to anyone. But beneath her iron control lies a perilous secret. One that threatens to consume her… unless she can find a Dom.
When Grayson and Lexi collide, desire isn’t the only thing at stake.
Someone is watching.
Someone wants Lexi.
And in the LifeStyle, submission can be salvation – or a deadly mistake.
She couldn’t seem to find the clasp, and her breath was coming in short bursts. Her shirt felt too tight, her scalp was tingling, and in some part of her brain she was dimly aware that she was having a panic attack.
The gentle ding of the door opening didn’t register with her until a tall shadow fell across her. Attempting to breathe in a four-count, Lexi glanced up for less than a heartbeat at the baritone hello. She grunted in return and went back to hyperventilating, wishing they would walk away.
GRAYSON
For a moment, he was confused why she was hunched over on the bench. She was struggling with something… a necklace? Her breathing was coming in quick, uneven pants, and her gaze went straight through him.
“Good morning,” he tried casually.
He still had in mind that perhaps something he’d done or said the other day had been too much and she’d run. He had to be a little more tame, he thought. Casually being stalked, even for just one morning, was bound to put anyone on edge. At least until she was one hundred percent in, and he figured out what to do with her. But his good morning went unanswered.
Lexi made a garbled sound in the back of her throat, and he wondered if she was the opposite of a morning person. Or maybe-
“Do you need help?”
Her only response was those quick panting breaths. Her movements got more frantic, and she went to stand. Grayson placed a hand as gently as he could on her shoulder.
“Alexis. What’s wrong?”
She knocked his hand away and took two running steps to get past him. Panic. Without thinking it through, he caught up to her in one step. Spinning her around by her shoulder, he ignored the elbow that skimmed his diaphragm as she flailed behind her.
Using his forward momentum, he walked her backward until her back was against the wall. The white concrete must have been cool on her back, but her breath continued in short pants and a red flush was spreading across her chest and up into her face. She brought her hands up in fists and he thought for a heartbeat he might have to hold them down or he’d get hit. But her fingers just curled themselves into the edges of his t-shirt, grabbing on to something unidentifiable inside him. He ignored it.
She was looking at him, but she wasn’t seeing him. Her dark eyes were wide and wouldn’t focus, looking everywhere but into his. Both of his hands pushed her back against the wall by her ribcage.
“Alexis. Breathe.”
He used a deeper voice, mindful of startling her. Of course, he mused, she couldn’t get much more worked up than she already was. Maybe there was no harm in using his Dom voice. Much deeper than his speaking voice and sharp, he tried to reserve it for situations that needed it. This qualified.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he commanded.
Lexi jumped, but still didn’t look him in the eye. Her hands made their way to her throat, scratching at where her necklace lay. Grayson winced at the scratches. His voice whipped out.
“Stop.”
She stopped clawing at her own neck, but her breathing was still too fast.
“Breathe.”
It wasn’t working. He leaned forward, putting more of his weight against his arms. He slid his left forearm up between her breasts against her sternum, until his hand was splayed at the base of her throat, but he made sure to not actually touch her neck. She was having enough trouble breathing as it was.
One of her knees came up, and he pushed her thigh back with his knee against the wall, but it seemed like she didn’t even notice. Like the knee had been a reflex. He reached his right hand up to cup the side of her face and forced her face up to his.
“Look at me.”
It got through. Her breath was still heaving with shallow gasps, but she was looking straight up at him with wide eyes.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
Lexi shuddered slightly.
“I can’t breathe. It’s too tight.”
His eyes flicked down to the thin silver chain at her neck. It was actually a very long chain, and held only a thin butterfly at the end. His lack of response seemed to agitate her, and she clawed at her neck again, this time not even hitting the chain. He raised his left hand a couple of inches to block her own hands.
“Stop moving.”
Her eyes were watery, but she stopped moving. For someone who might not be an actual submissive, she was certainly… responsive.
“I don’t want to die again.”
Her voice came out in a strangled whisper. Her eyes pleaded up at him. Shocked, Grayson could only stare at her for a moment.
“Breathe. I won’t hurt you. Stop moving.”
His voice had gotten slower with the commands, and she seemed mesmerized by his unblinking stare. She finally stopped pushing against his hands and relaxed against the wall, taking rapid, shallow breaths.
With his left forearm holding her still up against her sternum, he used his left hand to grab at the chain’s little clasp. He didn’t want to look away from her. It was working; he was completely in charge. She was breathing more steadily, and he didn’t want to break their eye contact.
Grayson finally got it to release, although he thought some part of it might have snapped. He slid it off her neck and held it loosely in his hand, but he didn’t move otherwise. He didn’t think she’d noticed that the necklace was gone.
“It’s gone. Breathe.”
Lexi inhaled deeply, and he was finding it difficult to back away. She had responded so perfectly; exactly as he’d wanted her to. Maybe she wasn’t a Domme? Could she really be submissive under all this fight? His body took that moment to recognize that he had her securely pinned against a wall, and she was staring up at him, waiting. He could see the exact moment when she fought it off as her eyes snapped with clarity. Grayson heard footsteps coming at them fast as she blinked rapidly.
“Lexi! What the fuck? Who the fuck is this? Are you okay?” Eddie jogged up, his short dreads bouncing.
Author Bio:
Kasey grew up on the East Coast, from Maine to North Carolina. She loves two things above all in nature: the water, and the forest. While she might not love her nightmares, they do inspire many of her works. A recipient of the Editor's Choice Award from the International Library of Poetry, she writes across several genres. She and her dog can be found investigating new hiking trails, or curled up on the couch as he pushes her computer off her lap to make room for himself.
