Edgar Thorn is here to tell us about The Key Keeper's Secret, book 1 The Zoe Frost Chronicles, urban fantasy.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Magic is real. Monsters are hungry. And Zoe Frost is already
marked.
The Key Keeper’s
Secret
The Zoe Frost Chronicles Book 1
by Edgar Thorn
Genre: Urban Fantasy
A Shadow demon tried
to kill me. Now it's master wants to finish the job...
I was just supposed to be going to the annual Magicians' Winter Charity Ball.
But pretty soon I was neck-deep in a world of murderous monsters, secret
societies, and time-travelling lunatics.
And if I can't figure out the truth, everyone I love is going to die.
With BFF Courtney by my side and boyfriend Blake showing his true colours, my
quiet weekend turned into a total nightmare. And somehow, it's only the
beginning...
The Key Keeper’s Secret kicks off The Zoe Frost Chronicles — a 13-book
series of fast, funny, magical short reads packed with danger, adventure, bad
guys, and monsters.
T.J. Deschamps is here to tell us about Wings and Fangs, Supernatural Legacies, urban fantasy.
Read on for details...
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Urban Fantasy
Date Published: October 31, 2025
Never wanted to be a cop. Definitely didn't want to work for an agency that
used to hunt monsters like me.
But when you're a wolf shifter who doesn't fit in your pack AND the daughter
of an archangel's son? Your career options are... limited.
So I joined I.S.E.A. as one of their first supernatural agents. Figured I'd be
dealing with easy cases forever.
Then the murders started.
Ritualistic. Brutal. All victims from Fenrir's bloodline…just like me.
Now my rookie partner Jada and I are racing to stop a cult that wants to
trigger Ragnarök. They're sacrificing wolves to level up and take on the
gods themselves.
Oh, and did I mention:
✨ Fenrir might be calling in my ancestor's debt
✨ My dad gave me his angelic war sword (she talks, it's annoying)
✨ A gorgeous Valkyrie keeps saving my life
✨ The fate of the world might rest on two rookies
No pressure, right?
WINGS AND FANGS is book one of the Supernatural Legacies
trilogy—grittier, wittier, and more action-packed than ever. Meet
Roxanne Crowfoot: wolf shifter, nephilim, and the agent who's about to save
(or doom) us all.
About the Author
T.J. Deschamps writes stories with diverse characters and subversive themes,
preferring flawed characters over the Chosen One types. She lives in the
Seattle suburbs with her three semi-adult children, three cats, and a
tortoise. Her hobbies include drinking copious amounts of coffee, reading,
playing word games, lifting weights, gardening badly, and dancing.
Eric Avedissian is here to tell us about The Book of Wine and Sorrow, The Martyr's View book 4, urban fantasy, adventure.
There's also a great giveaway.
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The Martyr's Vow series, Book 4
Urban Fantasy/Adventure
Date Published: 12-15-2025
Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing
Newlyweds Armand and Vonnie are traveling to Armenia, where Armand hopes
to reconnect with his estranged culture and investigate his family’s
troubled history. But when a sadistic oligarch kidnaps them, their honeymoon
spirals into a living nightmare.
Frightened and far from home, Armand and Vonnie race against time to locate a
powerful artifact before their captor does, or they’ll join the dead in
the underworld forever. The couple’s frantic quest takes them to lush
mountains, desolate monasteries, and bustling markets, but they’re not
traveling alone. A distant cousin with a penchant for stretching the truth, a
mythological strongman who hurls boulders like skipping stones, and a stuffy
ghost with a love for poetry join them on this macabre treasure hunt.
Armand must summon the courage of his ancestors and sacrifice himself for
love, or the Scribe of Death will come for his beloved.
Bittersweet and brutal, The Book of Wine and Sorrow is the thrilling
conclusion to The Martyr’s Vow series and a heart-aching testament to
survival and wrestling with your demons.
About the Author
Eric Avedissian is an adjunct professor and speculative fiction author. His
published work includes the award-winning novel The Ocean Hugs Hard and the
Martyr’s Vow series (Accursed Son, Mr. Penny-Farthing, Blood Family, and
The Book of Wine & Sorrow). His short stories appear in various
anthologies, including Across the Universe, Great Wars, and Rituals &
Grimoires. Avedissian received a 2024 Fellowship in Prose from the New Jersey
State Council on the Arts. He lives in New Jersey with his wife and a
ridiculous number of books. Find him online at www.ericavedissian.com if you
dare.
Sonja Gunter is here to tell us about Narda's Truth, The Witch DNA #2, fantasy romance, romantasy, urban fantasy.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Angel numbers & scents unearth a truth that has been
hidden for years.
Narda’s Truth
The Witch DNA #2
by Sonja Gunter
Genre: Fantasy Romance, Romantasy, Urban Fantasy
Angel numbers & scents unearth a truth
that has been hidden for years.
Reach for the Soap, owner, Narda Hunt, has
been receiving signs in the form of numbers telling her she needs to find her
half-sisters, Opaline and Ebba. An imminent threat is about to force them to
combine their witch powers to survive.
One set of angel numbers brings Narda closer
to Owin Waters, whom fate has determined is her soulmate. Their special
connection sends them to another realm where Narda meets her deceased mother.
She reveals the truth behind the special powers that Narda and her sisters
possess.
With this knowledge, Narda brings to light the
evil that is waiting for her and her sisters on their twenty-fifth birthday.
Could these three words articulate distinct spiritual essences to fuse
together?
Bookstore owner, Opaline Lunn, facilitates a Speed Dating Event, in
hopes of finding her soulmate. She meets attendee Detective Eamon Dayan, who
wasn’t looking for love, but sparks fly at their first kiss.
Together they unearth Opaline’s powers which lead to the discovery that
she has two sisters, and someone called The Ancient One who wants to kill them.
Unraveling a myriad of mysteries, with Opaline’s newfound ability to do
spells, the soulmates must find her sisters by her twenty-fifth birthday to be
able to confront the evil force and save all of them.
I was born and raised in the cold and beautiful Minnesota,
but I escaped to Illinois for seventeen years to raise my two boys, and now I
call Florida home. My husband Andy, who’s always been my hero, has put up with
my late night computer typing and endless stacks of papers with my stories on
them. We have one furry friend as family: Chip, a sixteen year old ragdoll cat.
Life has been full of ups and downs, but I’ve made it
through the hard times. I love to travel and go to Disney World to trade
pins. I’ve been a bowler for many years,
and you can catch me writing my next novel at the lanes.
I encourage you to check out my web site, www.sonjagunter.com for more info and
don’t be surprised if I let my Norwegian heritage come through in my stories.
Megan Slayer is here to tell us about Taken by the Sorcerer, paranormal women's fiction - urban fantasy.
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Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Urban Fantasy
Date Published: October 3, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
She’s never been taken seriously. He’s seen as a geek.
Together, they could be unstoppable.
Skylar Graves is a synth -- she can shift into anything. She’s also
known all around the world as a billionaire playgirl fool. Parties?
She’s had them. Money? Bucketloads. Brains… Well, there’s
the rub. No one’s ever believed she had the brains to make the money. No
one’s ever believed in her at all.
Enter Brody and a reason to use those brains.
Brody isn’t the best sorcerer. He knows his spells and how to create
them, but he’s still learning to control his magic. When he finds his
perfect mate, he’ll be set. But is she out there? The trouble is,
he’s been tasked with helping other paras find Eerie and he can’t
do that alone.
The mome he meets Skylar, he knows he’s found his match, but the problem
lies in convincing her she’s more than she ever believed.
Not impossible… right?
EXCERPT
“I am getting into this party.” Brody Teague drove up the winding
road to the gravel area at the base of the Skylar Graves property. The music
blared and vibrated the ground, even this far out. He hated loud noise and
didn’t really want to be here, but he needed to speak to Skylar.
He just knew she was a para and could help him. He knew it.
Still, he couldn’t hide his irritation. How did one woman have so much
ridiculous wealth? This wasn’t just opulence, but obnoxious opulence.
He’d bet the people attending this party spent more on one pair of shoes
than he did on his rent for the month.
Right now, he needed to speak to her. What would she say if she knew she was
meeting a true sorcerer who wanted her help? She’d probably laugh. If
she helped him, he could develop his potion to allow paras to move in regular
society, and also concoct the signal to help paras who didn’t even know
they were para to find refuge in Eerie. He knew there were more people out
there who could come to the town and find a place to exist and understand
their abilities, if they had the signal to get there.
He left his car and trudged the last few hundred yards up the road to the main
gate. The number of cars parked every which way in his path amazed him. How
were these people going to leave? They’d need choreography or a cop to
help them.
Didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t going to be there when they left.
He’d get in, give his pitch, hope for the best, and get the hell out of
there. He walked up to the gate and admired the wrought iron. The doors swung
loose, allowing him onto the property. He’d bet this gate was locked up
tight any other time. He touched the iron and the chill settled in his bones.
The gate was spooky, really. It looked like a cartoony alien in the middle.
Aliens… He knew they existed, but they didn’t look like the
Roswellian versions. They were much more like humans than the actual humans
believed. But aliens were good at morphing and shifting to fit their
environment.
As he walked among the people having conversations and dancing, he realized he
shouldn’t be there. He wasn’t dressed for the occasion. He’d
never seen so much purple in his life. People danced by the pool, swaying and
gyrating. The men tended to be dressed in suits and tuxedos. The women wore
evening gowns. The plethora of sequins caught the light. Glasses clinked and
laughter rang out. The music blared even louder and the water seemed to thrum
with the beat.
Would anyone notice him? Somehow, he doubted it.
He spied the buffet of food. Every fruit and veggie possible for a tray were
spread out on the table, along with a chocolate fountain and a stack of
glasses, no doubt filled with champagne. He’d bet it was the most
expensive bubbly, at that.
There were people at the side table with powder that might or might not be
drugs. He forced himself away from that area. He’d never had a problem
with drugs or wanted to try them but didn’t judge anyone who did.
He fought the urge to cover his ears. The noise bothered him. He was a
scientist and sorcerer. He needed to concentrate. This place didn’t
allow him to do that. He could barely focus.
He scanned the various people at the party and shook his head. She
wasn’t there. He’d know Skylar in a heartbeat. Then again, she was
about the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Silky blonde hair,
willowy and tall, a few curves, and kissable lips. He wanted to look into her
brown eyes and get lost.
He balled his hand and gritted his teeth. Damn it. He wasn’t there to
drool over her. He was there to ask a question.
Brody focused on the money spent to not only throw the party, but to have this
house and lifestyle. The paintings weren’t photos or pictures printed on
canvas, but actual works of art. Was that a Picasso? Nah. He tipped his head.
Well, maybe. She had the money to buy whatever she wanted, so it was
plausible.
He couldn’t imagine having that much cash. He’d barely scraped by
all his life. But by being poor, he’d learned how to use what he had and
make it stretch to work for his needs. It taught him to be humble, too.
A woman in a blood red body-hugging gown grabbed him. “Look at you. Are
you one of the dancers?” She yanked him close and kissed him right on
the mouth. “You sure taste good.”
He wriggled in her grasp. “I’m not a dancer.” He had two
left feet. “Sorry.”
“Then stay with me.” She tugged him across the expanse of lawn
toward the pool. “She brought a few newbs. This one’s right off
the farm.”
He managed to disengage himself from her and darted back to the safety of the
bigger crowd on the veranda. Why anyone thought they had the right to force
themselves on someone else was beyond him. She’d touched him without his
permission. Gross.
He didn’t know that woman and was sure she wasn’t a para. Hell,
she’d probably slash his ass if she found out he was one. Would they
turn on Skylar when they found out she was one? If she was one…
He rested his hands on his hips and surveyed the crowd again. If she’d
used some of her money to help paras and not buy another sports car,
she’d be a folk hero. There were plenty of paras who needed a hand in
getting to Eerie and more who could use help in figuring out what their magic
might be.
But she’d chosen to be decadent.
He moved through the people again, looking for her. Nope, she wasn’t
there. He’d never forget her hair or smile.
A woman with bright red hair bumped into him, but he doubted she knew he was
there.
“I hear she’s a para,” the woman said. “I don’t
know how. She’s so normal.”
What a reductive thing to say. He kept his back to her but continued to
listen.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” the woman with her said.
“She’s a freak. I mean, how else could she have this kind of money
and do absolutely nothing? It’s supposed to be her father’s money,
but has anyone ever seen him? No. He doesn’t exist. I bet she stole it
or it’s created money.”
Judgmental much? He rolled his eyes, then resumed looking through the crowd.
“Think she really is manufacturing the money?” the first woman
said.
“Nah,” the other woman replied. “It’s just a way for
her to get attention. She’s probably got a dead husband or ex that she
bled dry financially.”
“She is an attention-grabber.”
He hated that these people who’d been invited to the party -- or maybe
they’d crashed it like he had -- so openly dismissed her. Like she
didn’t have feelings or didn’t matter and wasn’t a person.
So rude.
Still, he wasn’t so thrilled with Skylar. He wished she’d donate
her money or time back to Eerie to help the para community. Paras were dying
from harm coming to them via the human and outside world. Vampires were staked
for being different. Faeries slaughtered for making magic. Trolls and gnomes
killed for being perceived as ugly. It wasn’t right.
A golden eagle soared into the space and flew right past him. The bird seemed
to keep circling him.
“Go,” he muttered. “I’m not dinner. Shoo.” Why
was this eagle focusing on him? He wobbled. Shit. Was it trained to find the
crashers? Could be. He wanted to use a spell to get the fuck out of there, but
he’d have to return to get his car. Goddamn it.
The bird flew around him again, then soared across the expanse and landed on
the upright next to the DJ stand.
The DJ stopped the music. “And there is Skylar Graves’ famous pet
eagle. Who else but Skylar would have an eagle as a pet? So majestic and
graceful. But watch out. She has a nasty bite! Let’s give it up for
Audra, her eagle!”
The crowd cheered and the eagle soared out of the way, behind the second floor
of the mansion.
He groaned. What a ridiculous show of extravagance. It displayed her wealth,
sure, but it was a waste of money. The bird should be in the wild or a zoo,
where it could be appreciated and admired. Not stuck in a damn mansion with a
woman who had more money than brains.
He snorted to himself. Good God, he was being harsh and judgmental.
“Is she here?” someone asked.
“She’s having a party and doesn’t care to show up,”
another said. “She’s probably out of the country. She’s
never here.”
“I bet we could rob this place blind and she’d never know,”
a third person said.
“Except she’s got the best security system. This place is
protected better than government vaults,” another voice said.
“Don’t try it. This joint will scream and lock down in
seconds.”
Brody gritted his teeth again. She had to be there. He had no choice. People
were discussing robbing her and belittling her… just like he had. Damn
it.
He bowed his head. He had to think about her as a person and para, not a
source of money. That’s how they all saw her -- a reflection of her
disposable income. She lived her life like nothing mattered. It was all a big
party. She didn’t command respect.
Then again, he didn’t exactly command it, either. He did better behind
the scenes. Let him stay in his lab with his medicines and potions. There he
was fine. All he wanted to do was help his fellow paras.
“Excuse me.” A woman tugged his arm and yanked him out of the main
space and behind a curtain.
“What the?” He stared at her. He’d never seen anyone with
golden brown eyes. They were transfixing. But she’d grabbed him.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
He couldn’t look away from her. Most of her face was concealed behind a
black, feathery mask. He could swear he knew her, but he couldn’t place
her.
“I need to speak to you.” She held onto him. “Do you know
Skylar?”
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as
well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but
football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends
of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
Gail Z. & Larry N. Martin are here to tell us about Times Change, Joe Mack Shadow Council Book 5, urban fantasy, roaring 20s monster hunter.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Joe Mack is back,
solving cold cases that eluded Eliot Ness and kicking demon butt.
Times Change
Joe Mack Shadow Council Files Book 5
by Gail Z. & Larry N. Martin
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Roaring 20's Monster Hunter
Joe Mack is back,
solving cold cases that eluded Eliot Ness and kicking demon butt.
Josef Magarac was a brave man, a strong man, a hard-working immigrant who only
wanted a better life for his family. Then he was murdered, and an ancient
Slavic god brought him back to life, gave him new abilities, and a mission to
protect those who can’t protect themselves. Now he's Joe Mack, immortal thanks
to the Slavic god, and a champion against dark magic, demons, and things that
go bump in the night.
Joe's previous collection of adventures spanned the Roaring Twenties and
Prohibition. Now he's in the modern era, working with new partners and
adjusting to a whole new century. But old cases have resurfaced, and demons
never die. A supernatural serial killer has returned, and some of the evil Joe
thought was done and dusted has returned to wreak havoc. It will take all of
the supernatural abilities, wit, and will of Joe and his partners—past and
present—to stop the dark forces once and for all. If they fail, it will unleash
a wave of demonic vengeance, blood, and death unlike anything Cleveland has
ever seen.
Times Change is a non-stop thrill ride full of paranormal action,
found family, dark magic, and loyal friends.
When you ask a god
for favors, be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.
From the bloody steel mill strikes of Pennsylvania rose a true man of steel, a
steelworker transformed into something more by the power of the old gods. Josef
Magarac was a brave man, a strong man, a hard-working immigrant who only wanted
a better life for his family. Then he was murdered, and an ancient Slavic god
brought him back to life, gave him new abilities, and a mission to protect
those who can’t protect themselves.
Now he’s Joe Mack, and together with his allies, Secret Service agent Jack West
and heiress Sarah Grace McAllen Harringworth, he handles the hard cases the
regular feds won’t touch like magic-wielding mobsters, Lovecraftian monsters,
and secret supernatural societies.
The Joe Mack Adventures: Volume One is a non-stop thrill ride full of
paranormal action, found family, dark magic, and loyal friends.
This is a collection of four books in the Joe Mack Shadow Council Files by
award-winning author team Gail Z. & Larry N. Martin, authors of the Spells,
Salt, & Steel and the Wasteland Marshals series. The Shadow Council Case
Files are historical fantasy novellas set in the world of Quincy Harker, Demon
Hunter, that tell the true stories behind the tall tales surrounding some of
the world’s most famous (and infamous) folk heroes.
This collection includes Cauldron, Black Sun, Chicagoland,
and Spellbound.
Gail Z. Martin writes urban fantasy, epic fantasy,
steampunk and more for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL
Publishing and Darkwind Press. Urban fantasy series include Deadly Curiosities
and the Night Vigil (Sons of Darkness). Epic fantasy series include Darkhurst,
the Chronicles Of The Necromancer, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant
Kingdoms Saga, and the Assassins of Landria.
Together with
Larry N. Martin, she is the co-author of Iron & Blood, Storm & Fury
(both Steampunk/alternate history), the Spells Salt and Steel comedic horror
series, the Roaring Twenties monster hunter Joe Mack Shadow Council series, and
the Wasteland Marshals near-future post-apocalyptic series. As Morgan Brice,
she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with the Witchbane, Badlands,
Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow series. Gail is also a
con-runner for ConTinual, the online, ongoing multi-genre convention that never
ends.
Larry N. Martin is the author of the
new sci-fi adventure novel Salvage Rat, and the new portal fantasy series, The
Splintered Crown, A Tankards and Heroes novel. He is the co-author (with Gail
Z. Martin) of the Spells, Salt, and Steel: New Templar Knights series; the Steampunk
series Iron & Blood; and a collection of short stories and novellas: The
Storm & Fury Adventures set in the Iron & Blood universe. He is also
the co-author (with Gail) of the Wasteland Marshals series and the Joe Mack -
Shadow Council series from Falstaff Books.
The Martins have three children, a Maltese, and a Golden Retriever.
