Michelle Miles is here to tell us about Dark Night of the Soul, War of the Brotherhood Book 1, a dark paranormal romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Love made him
dangerous.
Devotion will make him unstoppable.
Dark Night of the
Soul
War of the Brotherhood Book 1
by Michelle Miles
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance
Love made him
dangerous. Devotion will make him unstoppable.
For centuries, Kincade survived by control.
Forged by the Brotherhood, he learned to bury his humanity, suppress his
instincts, and become exactly what they needed him to be—a weapon. Darkness was
safer than feeling. Obedience was survival.
Then she changed everything.
When the woman he loves is taken, restraint shatters. The careful balance he's
fought to maintain slips—and the Brotherhood sees their opening. They want the
monster he used to be. The weapon they never quite lost.
To save her, he may have to become exactly that.
As ancient secrets rise and factions fracture, the line between protector and
destroyer begins to blur. Every step closer to her pulls him deeper into the
war he tried to escape—and toward the darkness he swore would never rule him
again.
Because this time, love isn't his weakness. It's his point of no return.
Dark Night of the Soul is a dark
paranormal romance set within the War of the Brotherhood—a high-stakes spin-off arc in the Dream
Walker universe. You do not need to read the previous Dream Walker books to
enjoy DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL. This spinoff is designed to stand on its own.
Perfect for readers who love:
* Dark, emotionally intense paranormal romance
* Immortal antiheroes and devotion-driven stakes
* Secret orders, hidden wars, and found family
* Love that becomes defiance
Content Note: This book contains dark themes and intense
scenes, including violence, injury and blood, torture / forced restraint,
psychological trauma, and situations involving coercion / control. It also
includes threats to a loved one. Reader discretion is advised.
"Dark Night of the Soul by Michelle Miles is
everything dark paranormal romance should be—intense, emotional, and completely
consuming. I devoured it."
MICHELLE MILES believes in fairy tales, true love, and a
little bit of magic in every story. She writes fantasy, paranormal, and young
adult books packed with adventure, action, and swoon-worthy romance—because
what’s a story without a bit of danger and a whole lot of heart? From angels
and demons to dragons, elves, and time travelers, her books are filled with
epic quests, fierce heroines, and the kind of heroes worth falling for.
When she's not crafting new adventures, she brings stories
to life as a narrator and hosts Miles Beyond the Page, a podcast where she
chats with authors about their writing journeys. A Texas girl through and
through, she loves getting lost in a good book, binge-watching movies, hiking
the trails, and sipping a glass of wine. Come hang out with her on Facebook,
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Isabella Jordan is here to tell us about Egyptian Lovers, a dark paranormal romance.
Read on for details...
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Dark Paranormal Romance
Date Published: July 31, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
In the desert sands of Egypt, three lovers battle a maniacal curse. Only
their love can save them.
Half vampire, half sphinx, Kahma roams the deserts of Egypt, praying for death
-- until his lost love returns, reincarnated as archeologist Emma Bonham. But
to fulfill the passion Kahma offers, Emma must part with her life.
Fascinated by the tale of Emma Bonham’s disappearance some eighty years
ago, Carson Bonham comes to Egypt to unravel the mystery. But the bloody
carnage of Karnak’s history has a way of repeating itself. The struggle
to keep Carson alive will be a death defying act for the powerful vampire
Sopdet.
Alexis Peters has no intention of returning to Egypt, until a mysterious dream
lover promises endless pleasure if she will just return to him. Little does
Alexis know she’s bound to her Egyptian savior, the legendary sphinx,
Amenhotep…
Publisher's Note: Egyptian Lovers Box Set contains the previously released
novellas Kahma, Sopdet, and Ardeth & Amenhotep.
Excerpt from Kahma
Abydos, Egypt
November 1926
Emma Bonham moaned and writhed with Corey Dunham's head between her thighs and
his strong hands holding her against his busy mouth. His tongue speared deep
into her moist opening, thrusting like a cock and she moaned again, but more
for his benefit than from the pleasure she couldn't focus on. Slurping, wet
noises filled Emma's small tent as she played along, trying to relax into a
good fuck.
She just couldn't.
Emma closed her eyes and sighed blissfully at what she hoped were believable
intervals as Corey's tongue fucked her. It was so hard to focus. Her mind had
been spinning since they'd finally reached Abydos that evening, the most
sacred site in all of Egypt.
Abydos. Emma had spent much of her life longing to see the ancient necropolis
and the famous tombs there. Tombs of ancient kings, temples of ancient gods.
Her hips left the ground as Corey's fingers played with her half-swollen clit.
Corey did have nice hands and fingers and he knew just what to do with them.
He'd been her lover for several months now. They'd met when he'd joined the
expedition that her Aunt Elspeth coordinated back in London. Corey had been on
a few expeditions to Egypt before, though his experience wasn't vast. He had
more than enough experience in bed for Emma, who'd had no experiences before
Corey. Emma had been as curious about sex as everything else, perpetual
student that she was and Corey more than satisfied her curiosity on a number
of carnal acts. She was attracted to him, trusted him.
Emma wasn't in love with Corey by any means. She liked him immensely. Corey
was an attentive, considerate lover and Emma enjoyed their lovemaking.
Normally.
"You taste so damn good, Emma." Corey slid a finger into her pussy to replace
his darting tongue. "I want you to come for me."
The heavy canvas of the tent rippled as the strong winds whipped around it in
the desert beyond. It was just one more thing to break Emma's concentration.
She began to wonder if a sandstorm was coming. Emma also wondered if she'd
ever see a sandstorm. Emma could play along and fake it but she didn't want to
do that to Corey. Sighing, Emma pulled herself up, surprising Corey enough
that he pulled his fingers from her sheath. Before she could say anything, a
desperate cry ripped open the tranquility of the night.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The frantic male cry had Corey, who was mostly dressed, on his feet and Emma
scrambling to find her discarded robe. Pulling it on as fast as she could,
Emma stayed right on Corey's heels as he sped out of the tent. Naked beneath
the robe she held tightly to herself and with her hair flying wildly about
her, Emma struggled to keep up with him as he raced toward the tent of Alan
Burns, the expedition leader and her friend. The rest of their group had
already gathered there.
Peering over the shoulder of Alice Henderson, one of the artists in their
expedition, Emma spotted the group's writer kneeling over Alan's unmoving body
in the sand. Frantically, Daniel Woods pressed his fingers to Alan's throat,
searching for signs of life.
"He's dead," Daniel announced, his face stricken.
A bolt of shock and fear shot through Emma. Alan was dead? How could that be?
Emma was as fond of the kind older gentleman as her Aunt Elspeth. If not for
him, Emma's aunt would never have allowed her to go on the expedition. Her
aunt's confidence in Alan Burns and his vast knowledge of Egypt and all its
sites had won out in the end. That and the man's solemn promise to her aunt
that he'd watch over Emma and keep her safe.
Tears stung the back of Emma's eyes. This is horrible.
Alice started to sob quietly in front of Emma while Corey pushed his way past
the others and into the tent. Emma watched as Corey joined Daniel in searching
the fallen man's body for any clues as to what had killed him. The wind ripped
at Emma's robe and hair from where she stood just outside the tent as tears
slid down her face. Holding her breath just like the others, she waited.
Corey's features turned hard and he pointed to the older man's ankle.
"What is it?" Emma called out to Corey.
Corey seemed not to hear her at first. He started searching the sand around
him, his eyes round and filled with alarm.
"A snake bite." Corey's green eyes met Emma's. "It looks like an asp bite.
What an asp is doing out here, I don't know. They usually stick to the shrubs
and hillsides. They are not desert dwellers."
"Perhaps it got into Alan's bags in Cairo," Daniel suggested.
Corey nodded. "It's possible."
"Dear God in Heaven." Alice, with her stout little body, took a step back and
bumped into Emma. "It could still be here."
All eyes flew to the ground, searching the sand in the dim light provided by
the fires that burned inside the circle of their tents.
"Watch your step." Corey's voice took on a more authoritative tone as he met
the eyes of each of the remaining members of the group in turn. "Be mindful of
this. Check your blankets before you go to sleep and check your clothing
before you put it on. Reach into your bags with caution."
Dashing out of the tent and to her side, Corey gently took Emma's arm. "I'll
see you to your tent."
With Alan gone, Corey had to take charge now. Emma easily read the tension in
the hard set of his face, felt it in the hand that lightly gripped her arm.
Corey was older than her, but still young, only in his late twenties. He'd
never led an expedition before. He'd told her that he'd never been to Abydos
before either. All that considered, he still had more experience in exploring
Egypt than anyone else in the group.
Corey gently turned her to face him when they reached her tent. With gentle
fingers, he brushed at the tears on her face.
"I am sorry about Alan." Corey pulled her into his arms, holding her against
his hard, warm body. "I wish I could stay here with you, but I can't. I, at
least, want to know where you are and that you're safe. Emma, be careful and
try to get some rest."
Emma was vaguely aware of his hands smoothing her hair, the warm kisses he
dropped on her head. She didn't even care that he was holding her in such a
familiar way in plain sight of the others. Surely, they had to know Corey was
her lover by now.
Yet, so many emotions gripped her heart with a tightly closed fist. She'd just
lost a dear friend. If that weren't bad enough, they'd also lost the one
person in the expedition who'd been to Abydos before and knew how to get back.
How to survive here...
What will become of us now?
Corey pulled back to gaze down into her face, his expression grave. "Go to
your tent now, Emma. Try to rest."
Emma nodded, not envying Corey the position in which he now found himself. Now
he was responsible for the remaining six expedition members: three artists, a
writer, an organizer and Emma.
�"What will we do now?" Emma gently brushed a lock of his brown hair from his
creased forehead.
"First we have to take care of Alan," Corey explained. "We'll talk about the
rest in the morning."
Brushing her lips with the lightest of kisses, Corey turned and headed back to
the dead man's tent. Emma watched him, her heart heavy in her chest.
An image of Alan Burns' gentle smile flashed in her mind. When he smiled he
had always reminded her of her father who'd died when she was just a child. He
had taken on the role of father figure to Emma as she'd gotten to know him
over the years. She was going to miss Alan, and Aunt Elspeth would be
devastated when she learned of his death.
Little chance she'd get any rest this night.
A strong wind blew Emma off balance before she could enter her tent, stinging
her skin lightly with grains of sand. She stumbled but didn't fall as the air
whistled around her body in the strangest way.
Being a native of London, Emma was used to cold winds that chilled a person to
their bones and made them shiver for hours. This was something else entirely.
This wind was hot and moved across her skin like a lover's hand, touching her.
That was the only way to describe it. A warm rush of wind penetrated the thin
fabric of her robe and blew between her thighs, causing her own intimate scent
to rise up and fill the air around her. Emma gasped at the unexpected way her
body responded as the wind moved all about her, the way her clit began to
throb. Emma's nipples beaded hard and her skin tingled all over her body.
Then Emma heard a gentle voice on the wind as the air swirled around the
sensitive flesh of her throat, blew through her hair. A deep male voice.
Senin.
As quickly as the wind had risen it was gone, leaving Emma standing there
shaken and lost just outside of her tent. Had she just imagined that? Was her
mind playing tricks on her in her grief?
Or had the wind really coveted her body like a lover?
Pulling the thin robe tightly about herself, Emma climbed into her tent and
willed her limbs to stop shaking.
About the Author
Isabella Jordan is the alter ego of an otherwise stressed out web designer,
programmer, and internet junkie. When she's not trying to perfect her own
personal caffeine IV drip, she enjoys spending time with her family, doing
volunteer work, and writing. She loves creating new stories of all kinds and
chatting with readers and friends.
Tamela Miles is here to tell us about A Hundred Black Sunrises, A Friday the 13th Story, dark paranormal romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Keeping secrets keeps you alive.
Sienna would know.
A Hundred Black Sunrises
A Friday the 13thStory
by Tamela Miles
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance
A hundred
different ways to break your heart, a hundred different ways to take your last
breath. Sienna and Finn are exploring their strange attraction to each other
until strange becomes something sinister. The clock is ticking as they fight to
unravel the mystery of what draws them together on fateful Friday, the 13th.
What readers are saying:
A Hundred Black Sunrises is a haunting and emotionally charged horror
short that blends reincarnation, cursed love, and inevitable tragedy. The story
follows Sienna and Finn, two souls drawn together across lifetimes, only to
face the same dark fate again and again. What begins as an intriguing
connection quickly spirals into something far more sinister, as the truth
behind their bond unravels. Though short, the narrative delivers a powerful mix
of supernatural horror and tragic romance.
A loud cracking sounded across the room and a huge, sil- ver
gilded mirror fractured in half, splitting apart their reflec- tions. Elijah
grabbed her hand and spoke softly. "Let me get you away from here,
Poppy."
As they moved toward the dining room entrance, one of the
kit- chen servants appeared. Her brown eyes widened and then narrowed at the
scene laid out before her. She hastily wiped her hands on her white apron and
latched onto Poppy's other hand.
"Run far, far away from this cursed place. Take nothing
with you. His evil was contained while he was alive, but his death
means..." she trailed off and shrugged her shoulders.
"What...what did he mean by "a hundred black
sunrises?" Poppy asked in a tremulous voice.
The servant smiled
sadly. "Nothing good, you can believe that." She gestured towards the
hallway leading to the front door as a dozen other servants from the kitchen
suddenly crowded around them. "Now, go! Take her and go!"
Elijah needed no further encouragement and pulled a dazed
Poppy down the hallway, already filled with black smoke. As he opened the heavy
door, she looked back one last time to say goodbye to every- thing she had ever
known, and her gaze lit on Christianpaul's smiling portrait of himself as a
much younger man. She shivered as Elijah led her out the front door and she
clutched his arm fearfully. Poppy knew every brushstroke of that painting and
never in her life had the bastard worn a smile in it.
Tamela Miles is a California State University San Bernardino graduate
student with a Bachelor of Science degree in Child Development and a former
flight attendant. She grew up in Altadena, California in that tumultuous time
known as the 1980s. She now resides with her family in the Inland Empire, CA.
She’s a horror/paranormal romance writer mainly because it feels so good having
her characters do bad things and, later, pondering what makes them so bad and
why they can never seem to change their wicked ways.
She enjoys emails from people who like her work. In fact, she loves
emails. She can be contacted at tamelamiles@yahoo.com or her Facebook page,
Tamela Miles Books. She also welcomes reader reviews and enjoys the feedback
from people who love to read as much as she does.
Tamela Miles is here to tell us about A Hundred Black Sunrises, A Friday the 13th Story, dark paranormal romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
______________________
Keeping secrets keeps you alive.
Sienna would know.
A Hundred Black Sunrises
A Friday the 13thStory
by Tamela Miles
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance
A hundred
different ways to break your heart, a hundred different ways to take your last
breath. Sienna and Finn are exploring their strange attraction to each other
until strange becomes something sinister. The clock is ticking as they fight to
unravel the mystery of what draws them together on fateful Friday, the 13th.
Tamela Miles is a California State University San Bernardino graduate
student with a Bachelor of Science degree in Child Development and a former
flight attendant. She grew up in Altadena, California in that tumultuous time
known as the 1980s. She now resides with her family in the Inland Empire, CA.
She’s a horror/paranormal romance writer mainly because it feels so good having
her characters do bad things and, later, pondering what makes them so bad and
why they can never seem to change their wicked ways.
She enjoys emails from people who like her work. In fact, she loves
emails. She can be contacted at tamelamiles@yahoo.com or her Facebook page,
Tamela Miles Books. She also welcomes reader reviews and enjoys the feedback
from people who love to read as much as she does.
