Angela J. Ford is here to tell us about Wicked Prince of Mirrors, Wicked Princes book 1, fantasy romance-romantasy.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Dark fairytales.
Forbidden magic.
A cursed prince you
shouldn’t fall for…but will.
Wicked Prince of
Mirrors
Wicked Princes Book 1
by Angela J. Ford
Genre: Fantasy Romance, Romantasy
He’s the kingdom's
most dangerous prisoner. She just accidentally helped him escape.
When forbidden magic awakens within Princess Esmira, she
knows she must flee—or be executed. Hoping to escape through the palace’s
hidden tunnels, she instead discovers a chamber of ancient mirrors. Mist coils.
Magic stirs. One touch shatters the glass—and frees Prince Methrin, the Wicked
Prince of Mirrors.
Cursed for vanity, bloodshed, and a betrayal that nearly
destroyed the realm, Methrin was exiled to the mirrorverse long ago. Now he's
back—immortal, furious, and dangerously compelling. He claims the stories are
twisted lies, the crown was stolen and the true monster escaped. Only Esmira’s
raw, unstable magic can stop it.
Forced to flee together, bound by forbidden magic, Esmira is
pulled into a world of illusions, broken prophecy, and a prince who sees
through every mask she wears. As their connection deepens, so do the
risks—because the monster Methrin once unleashed still haunts the realm… and
it’s hunting again.
Wicked Prince of Mirrors is
a complete stand-alone romantasy novel with a “happily ever after.” Perfect for
readers who long for forbidden magic, cursed princes, mirror realms steeped in
illusion, and slow-burn romantic fantasy.
Wicked Prince of Mirrors is Book One in the Wicked Princes
Collection. A series of standalone fantasy romance novels.
“The premise is
fantastic, with strong character development and an engaging start that pulled
me right in.”
“This is a great read
during spooky season. There’s danger and monsters afoot.”
“With a storyline that
keeps you reading and characters you root for, this book is one I’d re-read in
a heartbeat.”
Angela J. Ford is a bestselling fantasy romance author who
writes high-stakes epic fantasy and swoon-worthy fantasy romance novels filled
with atmospheric worlds, diverse characters, and satisfying happily ever
afters. Her stories feature fast-paced plots, rich descriptions,
edge-of-your-seat suspense, and enchanting magic, often with a musical twist.
With over 30 published books, Angela's imaginative storytelling has captured
the hearts of fantasy romance readers worldwide. As an avid reader herself, Angela
can often be found with her nose in a book.
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Emily Carrington is here to tell us about Medically Necessary, an LGBTQ steamy, dark fantasy romance.
Read on for details...
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LGBTQ Romance, Dark Fantasy, Steamy
Date Published: October 10, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
The threat to all werewolves draws Amir and Oliver together, even as
their wounds threaten to rip them apart.
Trust is Earned (Medically Necessary 1): Amir is a General Practitioner
for magical creatures, particularly werewolves. When the leader of all
werewolves comes to him with a problem that presents like psychosis, Amir
needs help. Oliver’s nursing a grieving heart and a chip on his
shoulder. Still, when Amir asks for his help, he jumps at the chance. The
submissive wolf is beautiful.
Trust is Fraught (Medically Necessary 2): As the leader of the werewolves
sinks further into insanity, Amir and Oliver fight prejudice and time to
rescue their alpha. As Oliver and Amir are pulled deeper into the dangers of
the psychic world, their love may be the only thing keeping them sane.
Trust is Sacred (Medically Necessary 3): Oliver’s terrible secret is
eating him alive. Amir thinks purging and confession are medically necessary
for spiritual and physical well-being, but Oliver will stop at almost nothing
to hide his scars.
Can either of them learn to trust?
EXCERPT
Excerpt from Trust is Earned
He had tended to different members of the Tilthos and Merle werewolf packs
over the years. Being positioned in southern Erie County, located in Upstate
New York, had been the best thing he could do for his medical practice. Once
he’d finally convinced Nicholas Black of the Merle pack in Buffalo, New
York, to work with him as the werewolf equivalent of a midwife, his office was
often full to bursting with pregnant female werewolves.
And it didn’t matter one bit that he spoke Werewelsh, the native
language of most werewolves, with an accent or as only his fourth language.
For Dr. Amir Othman, the prejudice he might have encountered because of his
unusual parentage and his even more unique upbringing was all overshadowed by
one truth. He was good at his job.
That didn’t make him less nervous to meet the alpha above all alphas.
Tilthos Charles, alpha of his own pack and leader of the wolves of North and
South America, was supposedly intimidating. All of which pointed to this
truth: while Amir had healed every magical creature from djinns to kelpies,
and even two dragons, he still worried about doing or saying the wrong thing
in Tilthos Charles’s presence.
What bothered him even more was that he almost qualified as a lone wolf. A
“packless loner,” in werewolf-speak, and that was not a
compliment. He had a technical pack, run by Kreisha Alexander. When that
particular alpha threw his weight around, everyone obeyed. Thankfully, that
pack was in Washington, DC, nearly two hundred miles away. So, unless Alpha
Alexander gave him an edict directly over the phone, as opposed to in an email
or via snail mail, Amir could basically do as he chose.
Except, now the alpha above all alphas was coming to his office and would
surely demand to know why he hadn’t switched his allegiance to a pack up
here in New York. “It doesn’t have to be mine,” the most
powerful werewolf on the planet would say, “but it can’t be you
operating under your own aegis.”
So, when his assistant, Carly, sent him a message that Tilthos Charles was
here, Amir’s pulse picked up. He responded to her message, saying
he’d be in Exam Room Three in under five minutes. Then he did a deep
breathing exercise, using the five senses trick he’d learned as a young
wolf when he first realized he wanted to become a doctor and would be around
blood and anxious magical creatures.
Five things he could see. His fidgety hands. By crossing his eyes, he could
see his nose. His computer screen, which held everything his clinic had on the
alpha above all alphas. Trying to look farther away in an attempt to slow his
racing heart, he looked at the carpet in front of his desk. It was a boring
brown that didn’t hold his attention. Finally, he looked at the door
where he’d hung a poster of a Great Pyrenees, which was the closest
breed to his family’s wolf forms, which were usually white.
Four things he could hear… The thudding of his heart. The rush of blood
in his veins, which meant he was really keyed up still because even though he
was a werewolf with acute hearing, he didn’t usually pay attention to
the sounds of his own or others’ bodies. He struggled hard to refocus
and heard the buzzing of the fluorescent light in the ceiling. He needed one
more thing, so he made his chair creak. Oddly, the sound of something he could
completely control helped him breathe a little easier.
Three things he could touch… The pen in his hand, which he’d been
nervously twirling. He set it down. The feel of the chair under him, with his
suit coat slung over the back. He could also feel his toes in his shoes. He
breathed in more deeply than he’d managed so far and felt still a bit
better.
Two things he could smell… He could no longer smell adrenaline. That
was a good thing. He lifted his hand to his nose and smelled the soap
he’d washed with maybe ten minutes ago.
And one thing he could taste, which was his cold lavender matcha latte.
Glancing at the clock icon on his computer, he saw it had been almost three
minutes. Well, it was now or never. He doubted he’d be calmer if he sat
here longer. So, he stood, straightened his white medical coat, and left the
office. He listened to people talking quietly in the waiting room as he
passed. He smiled at Carly, who mouthed, “Good luck.” Then he
knocked on the door of Exam Room Three.
“Please come in.”
The voice that had responded was lightly accented, and he wondered why no one
had ever told him Tilthos Charles was Hispanic. Then he was in the room, and
he saw there were two people inside. The werewolf was certainly Tilthos
Charles and the psychic vampire… Oh, yes. Tilthos Charles’s mate
was a psychic vampire.
The alpha wolf sat on the exam table and his mate stood at his side. It was
actually the psychic vampire who moved first, holding out his hand. “Dr.
Othman, I’m Luis McLaughlin.”
Amir shook with him and then offered his hand to the burly werewolf. He saw
the wolf’s eyes flicker quickly down to his hand and then away. Then his
hand was taken and Tilthos Charles said, “Please to meet you, Dr.
Othman.”
He sounded it too, but there was something bothering him. Well, and
didn’t that make sense? Folks who were completely healthy rarely came to
the doctor’s office.
“The pleasure is mine,” Amir returned, smiling at both of them.
Then he retreated until he could sit on his stool. He watched Tilthos
Charles’s eyes try to focus on him. “Forgive me, but while I have
some information about your general health, I know very little about your
visual impairment.”
He saw his guess had been right, that the alpha above all alphas indeed had
something wrong with his vision.
“I told you he’d know,” said Luis as his mate brought out a
folded white cane from behind his back.
“Forgive me the test, Dr. Othman,” said Charles, “but
I’ve been seen by too many doctors who miss the obvious until I point it
out to them.” He settled the cane on his leg, keeping one hand on it so
it wouldn’t fall. “We’re here today, not because of my
visual impairment, which has been unchanged since I was born, but because Luis
is convinced there’s something…” He hesitated.
Luis said, “He’s distracted and agitated.”
Amir watched Charles’s nostrils flare and his pupils dilate.
“I’m on edge because Agent Sowerby’s… Shit. I must be
off-balance somehow if I’m about to spill state secrets.” He
smiled ruefully at Amir. “Forgive me. Luis is right. I just can’t
figure out how you’ll help me or if there is any help for the mess
we’re about to be in.”
“May I examine you?”
Charles nodded.
Amir went through all the basics, including sending the alpha werewolf out to
give him a urine sample. When the door closed, he turned to Luis. “How
long has he been on edge?” He could smell the wolf’s almost panic.
“About three weeks. “
“Did anything precipitate his anxiety?”
Luis sighed. “I’m not sure what’s really private. I assume
you’re bound by medical confidentiality?”
“I am.” He could see the psychic vampire hesitating. “Please
tell me everything you can. I cannot be effective while only possessing half
the facts.”
“My mate holds the belief that the head of SearchLight is going to
expose all magical creatures.”
Amir’s mouth went dry. “I know Tilthos Charles probably has the
ear of SearchLight. Is he correct?”
“Absolutely not, but I can’t convince him of that.”
“Has he talked to…” He couldn’t remember the name of
the new head of SearchLight, only that Agent Weinberg had stepped down.
“I’ve tried getting Jack Sowerby to talk to him. No dice. Not that
Agent Sowerby wouldn’t, but Charlie didn’t believe him.”
Amir held up his hand. The bathroom door had creaked open. He turned his head
toward the exam room’s entrance for good measure.
Tilthos Charles entered. “Your assistant took my sample.”
Amir said soothingly, “Please, Alpha, sit down.”
He saw his words had the opposite effect to what he’d intended. Instead
of resting on the table again, Tilthos Charles drew himself up. He was taller
than Amir by half a foot and intimidating as hell.
Sitting on his stool, making himself as nonthreatening as possible, Amir put
his hands palms up on his thighs. “I mean you no harm.”
About the Author
Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host
of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily
has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate
quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her
website.
Mark Mustian is here to tell us about Boy With Wings, historical fiction, magical realism.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Johnny Cruel is born with strange appendages on his back and
ends up in a freak show traveling the South in the 1930s. Is he an angel or a
devil? What does it mean to be different?
Boy With Wings
by Mark Mustian
Genre: Historical Fiction, Magical Realism
"Vibrant and
alive, the kind of book where the blood pumps mightily." —Kristen Arnett,
NYT bestselling author of Mostly Dead Things
What does it mean to be different?
When Johnny Cruel is born with strange appendages on his back in the 1930s
South, the locals think he's a devil. Determined to protect him, his mother
fakes his death, and they flee. Thus begins Johnny's yearslong struggle to find
a place he belongs. From a turpentine camp of former slaves to a freak show run
by a dwarf who calls herself Tiny Tot and on to the Florida capitol
building, Johnny finds himself working alongside other outcasts,
struggling to answer the question of his existence. Is he a horror, a wonder,
or an angel? Should he hide himself to live his life?
Following Johnny's journey through love, betrayal, heartbreak, and several
murders, Boy With Wings is a story of the sacrifices and
freedom inherent in making one's own special way-and of love and the miracles
that give our lives meaning.
Winner, Grand Prize
for Fiction, Next Generation Indie Book Awards
Winner, da Vinci
Prize for cover art
Winner, Bronze Medal
for Historical Fiction from Independent Publishers Book Awards (IPPY)
Finalist, Hawthorne
Award for Fiction
Finalist, Cross-Genre
Fiction, International Book Awards
Finalist, Literary
Fiction, National Indie Excellence Awards
Shortlisted, Shelley
Ward for Paranormal Fiction
“…a magical, highly imaginative tour de force... Boldly original and unexpectedly
profound…" —Readers’ Favorite Reviews
“Mustian’s story is a study in acceptance, diversity,
kindness, and the possibility of marvels in life… Vibrant with discovery, Boy With Wings is a winner.” —Midwest Book Review
“Boy with Wings is a lyrical, mesmerizing blend of the magical—feathered wings—with
social realism…” —Historical Novel Society Reviews
“…riveting… An
evocative historical novel that celebrates distinctive individuals in the
Depression-era South.” —Foreword Book Reviews
“In this imaginative
novel filled with magical realism, religion and morality are turned inside
out and upside down.” —Southern Literary Review
Mark Mustian is the author of the novels "The
Return" and "The Gendarme," the latter a finalist for the Dayton
International Literary Peace Prize and shortlisted for the Saroyan
International Award for Writing. It won the Florida Gold Book Award for Fiction
and has been published in ten languages. The founder of the Word of South
Festival of Literature and Music in Tallahassee, Florida, his new novel,
"Boy With Wings," is the winner of the Grand Prize for Fiction from
Next Generation Indie Book Awards and has received numerous other honors,
including winning the Bronze Prize for Historical Fiction from Independent
Publishers Book Awards (IPPY) and being named a finalist for the Hawthorne
Award for Fiction.
Susan Sloate is here to tell us about Scenes From A Song, music fiction.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Music Fiction
Date Published: 09-30-2025
Publisher: Covfefe Press
For anyone who's ever said, "They're playing my song!"
On
Halloween Eve, 1961, in his dingy Bronx walkup apartment, seventeen-year-old
Jimmy Welton hears the opening notes of a song in his head. Jimmy’s
still mourning his firefighter father, who taught him to play the guitar but
recently died in a house fire, leaving his family destitute. Jimmy takes this
song, about all he misses from his life now, to the New York amusement park
where he works after school. There, he meets Mark Morgan, a rebellious teen
with his own band, who eventually invites Jimmy to join them. And the rest is
rock'n roll history...
The GooseBumps become a worldwide phenomenon, and
the songs they write and sing together become the backbone of rock musical
history. And the song Jimmy first heard on Halloween, "Wrapped in Gauze",
becomes the song that not only comforts him in that terrible time but also
comforts others: Victoria, recently divorced and dealing with an unthinkable
family tragedy; Carolyn, whose final flippant words to someone in pain can't
be taken back; and Jack, battling back from unimaginable loss with the help of
his cheeky therapist and a song he thinks he hates.
SCENES
FROM A SONG is the story of a song that makes us smile, that breaks our
hearts, that stays with us forever, and the very special band that started it
all.
About the Author
SUSAN SLOATE is the author or co-author of
more than 25 published books. This includes 3 editions of Forward to Camelot,
a time-travel thriller about the JFK assassination that became a #6 Amazon
bestseller, was honored in 3 literary competitions and was optioned by a
Hollywood company for film production. She also wrote the autobiographical
Broadway novel Stealing Fire, which became a #2 Amazon bestseller and Hot New
Release, and Realizing You (with Ron Doades), for which she invented a new
genre: the self-help novel.
Susan has also written young-adult fiction
and non-fiction, including the children’s biography Ray Charles: Find
Another Way, which won the silver medal in the 2007 Children’s Moonbeam
Awards. Mysteries Unwrapped: The Secrets of Alcatraz led to her 2009
appearance on the TV series MysteryQuest for The History Channel. She has also
been a sportswriter and a screenwriter, edited the popular Kyle & Corey
young-adult book series, managed two political campaigns and founded an
author’s festival to promote student literacy in her hometown outside
Charleston, SC. She has appeared in multiple volumes of WHO’S WHO IN
AMERICA, WHO’S WHO IN ENTERTAINMENT and WHO’S WHO AMONG AMERICAN
WOMEN.
Mary Ruth Barnes is here to tell us about Where Birds Land, Native American women's fiction.
There's also a great giveaway..
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An inspiring story
of determination and grit . . .
Where Birds Land
by Mary Ruth Barnes
Genre: Native American Women’s Fiction
An inspiring story of
determination and grit . . .
Ella McSwain is a Chickasaw woman
raising her family amidst evolving turmoil within the budding state of
Oklahoma. After Ella is left with an unusable plot of land, she finds herself
fighting for her family’s rightful allotment. Faced with crooked businessmen,
land grifters, and grueling court battles, can she summon the strength to
persevere against all odds?
In this stand-alone companion to Little Bird, Mary Ruth Barnes crafts an
engaging family saga that spans from Indian Territory to Oklahoma statehood
against the backdrop of the state’s changing landscape.
Mary Ruth Barnes
graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree from North Carolina State with high honors
and a Master’s Degree from Montana State. After college, Barnes taught high
school and college English, Art and Computer Science for 14 years. Barnes has
received numerous awards for her art and writing on the state and national
level from 2011-2022. Barnes recently published her first novel “Little Bird”
with the Chickasaw Press about her great-great-Grandmother’s journey in Indian
Territory. “Little Bird” won two 2022 Ippy awards, receiving gold for the cover
design and silver for best Midwest regional fiction. Barnes is extremely active
in her community through Rotary (a member since 1996), P.E.O. (Philanthropic
Educational Organization), and Kappa Kappa Gamma Alumni Association. She is
also a current member of the National Watercolor Society.
In 2022, Barnes was inducted into the Chickasaw Hall of Fame and
Capitol Hill High School Hall of Fame for leadership in her community. She also
won the 2022 “55 Over 55 Inspiring Oklahomans” award for making a difference in
the lives of others. In 2019, Barnes won the Women in the Arts Recognition
award from the National Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution.
And in 2015, Barnes was selected as the Chickasaw Dynamic Woman of the year.
Barnes has had many short stories and watercolors featured in several
issues of the journal of Chickasaw History and Culture, Ishtunowa. She was also
honored as a Chickasaw Artist in the July 2015 issue of the Distinctly Oklahoma
magazine. Her story of inspiration leading to painting and drawing was featured
in a book by Allison Fields, Chickasaw Artisans. In 2017, Barnes was selected
for the registry of Native American Artists located at the Heard Museum in
Scottsdale, AZ. While traveling and vacationing in South Texas with her art,
Barnes was interviewed and featured in the RV Wheel Life Magazine for the 2017
issue. Barnes retired from a career as the Director of Planned Giving for
American Cancer Society in 2017, where she raised over 35 million dollars for
cancer research. Her artwork “Fight of Hope” is currently featured in the
Cancer Journal of Native American Research and is on display in the surgery
waiting room of the Chickasaw Nation Medical Center. Her watercolors can also
be found at several locations across the State of Oklahoma, including the
Artesian and the Welcome Center located in Davis.
She has been a long-time equestrian, Barnes and her husband, Mike live
on a ranch in south central Oklahoma. They have two sons, Wiley and Selby
Barnes, and six grandchildren. Both sons work for the Chickasaw Nation. Mrs.
Barnes enjoys traveling with her husband in retirement.
Positions as an instructor and rodeo coach at the local university in South Carolina aren’t enough to keep Jensen Strader in town after he’s abandoned at the altar, so he grabs a trailer and his horses and heads out on the rodeo circuit. Buckles? Sure, he’d love a few. Buckle bunnies? Not interested.
That changes when he meets Shyanna Owens. She’s been picked on, spat on, cussed out, slapped, and punched by people who were supposed to love her, and by male competitors who feel threatened by her. All she wants to do is ride bulls and broncs, and she’s made it clear that no one will run her off. She’s never been tossed one scrap of respect as a human being. Fortunately, she finds a different kind of cowboy in the kind, gentlemanly Jensen. Together, they form the perfect team … and the perfect couple. It’s an alliance that buys Shyanna friends and camaraderie within the rodeo association, safety, and a love that’s true and deep.
But just as Shyanna begins to get the recognition and respect she deserves, one of them stumbles into something dangerous and sinister within the association. It’s no longer about competition. It’s about bitterness and corruption on a collision course with death, and it could stop the beating heart of their relationship unless a determined rough stock rider has her way.
Well, you know what they say: Cowgirl up, ladies—the rodeo is coming to town.
The Small Town Southern Boys series is a collection of independent novels, each in a different southern state with its own flavor and designed so you can jump in anywhere. Discover a world of hunky home-town sexiness that just won’t quit and see for yourself why the temperature’s always hellahot when there’s a drawl coming from those lips with a slow, charming smile.
“Hey,” he said, using his friendliest tone, “I haven’t seen you around. My name’s Jensen Strader.” He extended his hand and waited.
She glanced at his gesture and ignored it as she growled, “Whaddya want?”
Jensen pulled his hand back, afraid she might slap at it. “Just wanted to say hello. I try to get to know as many of the guys on the circuit as I can.”
“Do I look like a fucking guy to you?” she snapped, then took another sip of whiskey.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like … Look, I just wanted to come and say hello, welcome you to the circuit, that’s all. Sorry if I bothered you,” he said. The bartender brought his bottle and he decided maybe it was time to give up and move away. She obviously wasn’t interested in getting to know anyone, and he couldn’t blame her after some of the stories he’d heard.
Just as he turned to go, he heard her say, “Yeah. Run. Just like all the rest of these fucking yellow-bellied cowards.”
A frisson of fury bolted through Jensen’s body as he spun back toward her. “I’m anything but a coward, but if you’ve got to be so god damn rude, I’m leaving. I’ve learned over the years that there are some people you just can’t be nice to because they’re such assholes.”
“So now I’m an asshole?” she asked, but there was a different quality to her voice. It almost sounded like she found it funny.
“I dunno. Do you wanna be an asshole? Because if you don’t, there are some things you should change pretty fucking fast,” he pointed out.
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. You know who I am. Why the hell would you come over here? Do your little friends over there know where you are?” she asked, tossing her head toward the other guys.
“Oh, yeah. They told me not to come over here but, of course, I ignored them. I’m my own dog. I don’t usually take cues from the people around me, especially if they’re fucking yellow-bellied cowards,” Jensen quipped.
To his shock, a tiny smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “How would they take to you calling them that?”
“If it’s true? Don’t see that they’d have a say in it,” he said, trying hard not to chuckle.
“And you’d take a punch for that?”
“Fuck yeah,” he answered. The only thing he couldn’t fight was the grin that spread across his face.
For the first time since he’d been standing there, she looked up at him and grinned herself. He was shocked again when she held out her hand. “Shyanna Owens.”
The grip she gave him when he took it was a surprise―firm and yet soft. “Nice to meet you.”
About Deanndra:
Deanndra Hall is a working author living in the far western end of the beautiful Bluegrass State with her husband of over 35 years and small menagerie of weird little dogs. When she’s not writing, she’s editing. When she’s doing neither of those two things, she’s having dinner with friends, spending time with family, kayaking, eating chocolate, drinking beer or moonshine, or looking for something that she put in the wrong place and can’t seem to find (which is pretty much everything she owns).
