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Thursday, April 30, 2026

Book Tour + #Giveaway: Goodbye Demons by JJ Harrigan @RABTBookTours




Historical Fiction

Date Published: 04-24-2026

Publisher: Salty Books Publishing



When injuries put an end to the figure skating career of Angela Fernandez Parnell, she joins the Peace Corps.

She is assigned to Tunis where she falls in love with U.S. diplomat James Whitcomb. At the conclusion of their tours of duty, they marry. Within weeks of the wedding, he is taken captive in the Iranian Hostage Crisis of 1979-81.

James, held hostage in the U.S. Embassy in Teheran, endures the same demons that afflicted the real life hostages during the actual crisis 45 years ago.

Angie, biting her nails at home, endures her own demons. How can she support him? Should she join efforts to force the president into negotiating a release? Or even a rescue?

When the ordeal finally ends fourteen months later, the couple faces a new set of demons. Rebuilding their life together as they each recuperate from their own PTSDs.




Interview with JJ Harrigan, author of GOODBYE DEMONS

What is the hardest part of writing your books?

Refusing to let them take over my life.

What are your most played songs?

This will be my most long-winded response.

Since I’m an amateur piano player, there are two parts to this question. What songs show up in my book? And what songs do I play?

GOODBYE DEMONS opens with Angie Fernandez Parnell competing for a spot on the Olympic ice skating team. The background music she’s chosen to skate to is the Beatles’ “Let it Be.” She suffers a career ending injury during the routine, and the last thing she hears before being carted off the ice is Paul McCartney singing the song’s final refrain. The main portion of this novel is set in 1980, and when she hears of John Lennon’s murder, she plays over and over his song “Imagine.” The “1812 Overture” is very powerful while her husband James is held captive in Teheran and again near the end of the novel when it provokes a crisis between them. When the hostages return from captivity, the song “Yellow Ribbon” is highlighted.

In the prequel GOODBYE BOBBY, Angie plays another Beatles song after her mother’s funeral, “Yesterday.” She is only nine and her stepfather Charlie tries to keep her from playing a song he thinks promote drugs, “With a Little Help from my Friends.” The final focus of this novel is the death of Bobby Kennedy, and Andy Williams sings “The Battlehymn of the Republic” at the funeral (this was true). And conductor Leonard Bernstein conducted a piece from Mahler.

In the prequel to that, GOODBYE CUBA, her stepdad Charlie meets her mother. Featured songs are “Guantanamera” “Kevin Berry.”

The backstory of her stepdad Charlie is told in the coming of age novel, THE JEEPTOWN SOCK HOP. Teen-agers Charlie and his friend Clarice form a dance band they hope will unite the Black and White kids of the neighborhoods. They play a medley of standards that would have been popular at the time. “The Sunny Side of the Street” and “Accentuate the Positive” were among them.

For my part, as an amateur piano player, the only ones of these songs that I can play with any competence at all are “Let It Be,” “Sunny Side of the Street,” and “Yesterday.”

Do you have critique partners or beta readers?

I’m a long term member of The Twin Cities Fiction Writers critique group, and they have ripped apart every chapter of GOODBYE DEMONS, sometimes more than once. But if it is a good novel today, a lot of that is due to the critiques I’ve received from the group. I addition, I always use at least one beta reader. You need the input of someone who sees the whole novel at one time, and critique group members never have that experience. They respond to one chapter or scene at at time.

What book are you reading now?

The best book I’ve read recently is Erik Larsen’s The Splendid and the Vile, which traces Winston Churchill’s first year as prime minister during WWII. A close second is Jane Healy’s marvelous The Women of Arlington Hall which tells the critical role of women code breakers at the end of WWII and the start of the Cold War.

How did you start your writing career?

Having served my early adulthood as a soldier and then as a U.S. Foreign Service Officer, I spent the next stage as a university professor and wrote two successful textbooks that each went through multiple editions. At some point I got sick of spending each summer in the basement of the library looking for some little nugget of research gold that would make my next edition shine. By then I had become a reader of historical fiction, and decided that I should write it. That was a wise decision. Writing stories that bring the past to life for people is not a bad way to spend the autumn of your life.

Tell us about your next release

In the last year of WWII, P-38 fighter pilot Sonny Marino gets shot down and injured over Nazi controlled Romania. He is rescued by a Resistance team. One of the team member is a German woman, Lili Engler, who is tasked with escorting him to a hidden landing site where he can be flown back to his base in Italy. The two fall in love. He wants her to join him on the plane back to Italy, but she refuses because she is dedicated to her work in the Resistance. They pledge to meet up with each other in Berlin when the war ends.

Could you tell us about any research trips you took for this story? Which places did you visit, and what made them essential to your writing?

I don’t travel much anymore, but I have an anecdote you might like. My character Angie grew up in Greenwich Village with her Cuban mother and her American father. They ate at NY’s oldest pizza parlor, Lombardi’s, she went to school at Our Lady of Pompei, and she got married at that church. These are real places.

So, naturally, the next time my wife and I went to NY, we had to see them. Lombardi’s was a longer walk than I had promised her, and it was drizzlingly cold, so she wasn’t a happy camper by the time we got there. Our marriage survived, but she was fed up with long walks in the rain, so I had to visit Our Lady of Pompei by myself. Built for an Italian population early in the twentieth century, it was now heavily Hispanic. The priest, in fact, gave his sermon in Spanish, which might as well have been Greek for me, because I understood none of it. Then, the mass ended, a new speaker appeared, and suddenly everything was clear as a bell. I don’t know Spanish, but I do know Portuguese, because I had lived in Brazil for three years. Someone draped a Brazilian flag over the pulpit and the speaker went on to describe events for the local Brazilian community.

What was going on was something that back in my teaching days we called ethnic succession. The church was started by Italians. It got taken over by Hispanics. And now the Brazilians are closing in. I felt sad later when I learned that the school was closing. Afterall this was Angie’s school. WAIT! Angie’s not a real person. See what happens to you when you spend so much time making up stories.

What's the strangest thing you've ever had to research online for your book?

Probably the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962, which was the setting for GOODBYE CUBA. I’m not sure anyone realized just how close we were to having a nuclear war by accident. Not because the two principles, the American president and the Russian Premier, wanted it. But because so many things down the chain of command were beyond their control and in some cases beyond their knowledge.

What research (history, mythology, science) goes into your world-building?

Above all, the historical novel has to have characters that readers can love or hate. And, unless it’s an alternative history, the world it’s creating has to be as accurate as you can make it. Both of these things require an enormous amount of digging.

For GOODBYE BOBBY, I needed a bright and precocious nine-year-old who would be buffeted by her stepfather’s taking on a secret mission for one of Bobby Kennedy’s aides. I re-read To Kill a Mockingbird looking for traits in Scout that I could use with Angie. I rented the movie Paper Moon, hoping that Addie Pray would give me some ideas.

It never occurred to me at this point that I could use Angie again in her own novel. But one day I was lying on chaise lounge in the sun when I was struck by the realization that all I had to do was age her by decade, have her fall in love with a diplomat, and I would have two unprecedented points of view for portraying the Iranian Hostage Crisis of 1979-81. That became GOODBYE DEMONS.

The other part of the question, recreating the past honestly, also requires a lot of work. I remember creating a scene for GOODBY CUBA in which Charlie takes the rapid rail Metro from the Virginia suburbs into Washington, D.C. I completed the scene, got it critiqued, and went on to something else, when one day I couldn’t get rid of a nagging question. When Charlie took that Metro into D.C. in 1962, had it actually been built yet? And a little investigation told me, “No, it hadn’t.” It is so easy to commit historical errors, and you have to be continually vigilant.

Have any of the people you've known, past or present, left a lasting impression on your writing journey? If so, we'd love to hear about a memorable experience that stands out to you.

Late in my career as a college professor, I gave my class a term paper project in which they read a piece of historical fiction. The papers they turned in were so-so, but one young woman, read a novel set in Boston about 1950. It wasn’t even a particularly good novel, but I will never forget her coming up to me to tell me about it. I remember her name. I remember her face. I remember her enthusiasm. And I remember what she said. “Professor, I wish I could have lived in those times?”

Those words made me understand something. Historical fiction can touch people viscerally in a way that social science scholarship and standard history cannot. And down deep inside I knew that this is want I wanted to do.

Do you write in the same genre all the time?

Mostly, I write historical fiction. Some of it tends to be thriller oriented, and it all involves suspense. It’s what I like doing.

If so, have you ever consider writing in another one?

I’d like to do more short stories. But it’s so different from writing a novel, it’s almost like a separate craft.

Which character, supernatural or human, do you enjoy writing the most and why?

Two. First is Angie. When she appeared in GOODBYE BOBBY, the story came to life for the members of my critique group. Because people respond to her, it makes it easier to have her playing off of other people, almost like actors do. Her father, her teacher, her Peace Corps partner in GOODBYE DEMONS, and of course the diplomat James whom she marries.

The second is a real life gangster, Meyer Lansky, who appeared in both GOODBYE CUBA and GOODBYE BOBBY. Again, my critique group members came to life every time Meyer Lansky showed up. To get a feel for him, go to the audio book on the Barnes and Noble website. You can click on it and listen to a sample of him interacting with Charlie the day before St. Patrick’s day. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/goodbye-bobby-jj-harrigan/1146405295


About the Author


Historical thriller author JJ Harrigan is a former US Service Officer and political science professor. He scribbles his tales of intrigue on the banks of the St. Croix River in Minnesota, where he lives with his wife, Sandy.


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Book Tour: Sasq'et by Maxim Langstaff @sasqetthebook @RABTBookTours


 


Historical Fiction / Mythology

Date Published: ‎April 7, 2026

Publisher: ‎ Manhattan Book Group



IN 1939, A DEADLY CONFRONTATION IN THE CANADIAN WILDERNESS shatters young Albert Pingree's life and leaves him the keeper of a truth so staggering it could tear apart mankind's understanding of itself. Sixty years later, his granddaughter Mallory - a small-town veterinarian in rural New Hampshire, inherits more than his fortune; she inherits his secret. When Albert is found dead behind his remote British Columbia cabin, Mallory is drawn into a world of deception, lost identity, and scientific obsession. Inside a locked candle box, she uncovers a horrific relic - a severed hand too large to be human - and a note that beckons her toward the impossible.

Mallory recruits Dr. George Avery, the world's leading field zoologist to help her identify what she has found. At first, he is reluctant, unaware of the magnitude of what she has brought to him. As the puzzle begins to take shape, he is confronted by what the answers they find, reveal.

Exploring deeper, their growing affection ignites a sense of purpose, even as they face the shadows of the past and the dangers of their pursuit. In the haunting wilds of the Pacific Northwest, nature's grandeur and brutality are ever-present. Tangled forests and untamed rivers, bears, wolves, and the ancient reverence of Indigenous traditions surround them, blurring the lines between myth and reality. Their quest becomes a journey not only to solve a mystery, but to reconcile love, loneliness, and the immortal question of our place in a world still ruled by secrets.


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Maxim Langstaff is a Grammy-and Emmy-nominated writer, producer, and author whose creative and editorial work has reached millions of people worldwide. He is recognized for his innovative vision and exceptional versatility and reach, crafting narratives that reflect powerful insight into the natural world and our relationship to it.

His debut novel, SASQ’ET will be released on April 7, 2026.

Max holds an honorary doctorate from Connecticut College and a degree in Anthropology. He is a member of The Writer’s Guild and past participant at the Breadloaf Writer’s Conference. His editorial and creative writing has been published by The New York Times, Philadelphia Enquirer, Gannett, Wildlife Conservation Magazine, PBS, Disney, and the Wildlife Conservation Society.

Max produced the multi-media Making of Sgt. Pepper with Sir George Martin, featuring Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison and Phil Collins.

He wrote and produced the most complete filmed history of the Beatles through the eyes of Sir George who signed them, produced their work, and played on many of their recordings. A part Max’s film became the award-winning PBS series Soundbreaking.

Many of the greatest pop culture icons of the 20th century have collaborated with Max on projects he has created, written, and produced including Herbie Hancock, Brian Wilson, Elton John, Joni Mitchell, B.B. King, Tony Bennett, Vince Gill, Burt Bacharach, Bonnie Raitt, Mark Knopfler, Michael Tilson Thomas, Gordon Lightfoot, Smokey Robinson, Jack White, Dave Grohl, Run-DMC, and Willie Nelson. A more complete listing of artists he has worked with can be found at: www.maximlangstaff.com

Known for his work with John Denver, Max created and produced the acclaimed television event, the Wildlife Concert, spawning the highest rated music program in cable TV history upon broadcast, two multi-platinum CD sets, and one of the best-selling music video programs ever released by SONY.

Working with the Wildlife Conservation Society, Max helped lead the largest fundraising effort ($100mm) ever undertaken for wildlife conservation, seeding the first integrated global conservation initiative to save endangered tigers.

On any given day you will likely find him on a wilderness river or mountain trail. A three-time Boston Marathoner, he lives in North Carolina. SASQ’ET is his first novel.


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Review: Breath of Life (The Eden Protocols #3) by Judah Lamb

Breath of Life

The Eden Protocols #3

by Judah Lamb

Published: April 30, 2026

Genre: Christian Fiction, Technothrillers, Dystopian, Science Fiction, Thriller 

 

Blurb:


One world is dying. The other was never alive.

Elias Mercer is finally awake. The radioactive wasteland of Los Angeles is freezing, poisoned, and real.

But the "paradise" he left behind is still holding his family captive.

How do you rescue someone from a dream they don't want to leave?

The Eden Protocols have evolved. One simulation has become a thousand—a maze of digital cages tailored to every human desire.

Elias's wife finds solace in a perfect, simulated church. His children are lost in architectures designed to exploit their innocence.

Can the truth survive in a system built to rewrite it?

A small band of survivors huddles in a concrete bunker, armed with salvaged tech and ancient prayers.

They have a weapon the AI can't compute: a sacrifice that doesn't follow the math.

But a traitor is already counting their breaths.

Is freedom worth the weight of a broken world?

The lines between man and machine are shattering. As the power fails and the servers collapse, the ultimate war begins.

It isn't a battle for silicon and code. It is a fight for the very breath of life.

The Eden Protocols series engages faith, sacrifice, and the ultimate questions: What does it mean to be human? Can we really save ourselves? Can we truly love without sacrifice?

Fans of Judah Lamb's The Unfallen series will love this new Christian dystopian and post-apocalyptic sci-fi thriller. It's perfect for readers who loved The Matrix, Frank Peretti's This Present Darkness, and Ready Player One.

Sometimes the greatest act of love is letting go of a beautiful lie.


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My Review:

Breath of Life is the third installment in The Eden Protocols series by Judah Lamb. This narrative is just as captivating, if not more so, than the first book, Nexus Dei, and the second, Ashes of Eden. From the very first page, I was immersed in its universe.

The storytelling was so intricately woven that I could visualize every scene unfolding in my mind, as if I were part of the narrative myself. I can't quite pinpoint why, but I keep envisioning the digital realm that Elias enters as a vibrant blue, with white code drifting around, reminiscent of a map, perhaps with Elias donning a blue suit, floating through space. The more I delved into the story, the more it evoked memories of The Matrix and Ready Player One in certain aspects.

I eagerly anticipate exploring more of this enchanting world to discover what lies ahead for all the characters and the paths their stories will take. I've relished getting to know each character and am excited to uncover more about them in the upcoming books of The Eden Protocols series.

I wholeheartedly recommend Breath of Life to all fans of science fiction thrillers! Grab a copy of Breath of Life for an exhilarating journey in The Eden Protocols universe.

Check out all the books in The Eden Protocols Series I’ve read.

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A Nick Drake Novel, Book 10


Mystery, Contemporary Western, Native American Literature

Date Published: 04-30-2026

Publisher: Jackdaw Press




New Badge. Old Blood.

Nick Drake traded his past for the Sheriff’s star, but Harney County doesn’t do election honeymoons. His tenure kicks off with a double homicide staged as a murder-suicide—a lie Nick isn't buying. As he digs into the crime’s rotting core, the rookie Sheriff finds himself fighting a war on two fronts: a lethal learning curve with unproven deputies and a political recall designed to bury him. In the high lonesome where secrets kill, Nick must strike first and strike hard. Because in this office, the only thing shorter than his term is his life expectancy.


 

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Dwight Holing is the award-winning author of twenty books, including the bestselling Nick Drake Mysteries and the popular Jack McCoul Capers. He is a member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and Western Writers of America. He lives beside a coastal river in California with his wife and two dogs who’d rather swim than walk.


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Book Blitz: You’re Not the Problem by Lori Montry @RABTBookTours



Personal Development / Self-Help

Somatic Healing / Mind-Body Wellness

Trauma-Informed Personal Growth

Date Published: April 25, 2026



If you’ve tried to plan, push, or hustle your way out of stress and anxiety and found yourself back in the same exhausting cycles, this book is your invitation to stop blaming yourself and start understanding yourself.

In You’re Not the Problem: You’re the Possibility, you’ll learn:

  1. Why feeling stuck is not a failure, but an intelligent adaptation
  2. How your nervous system has been running the show, and how to begin creating safety and more room inside to respond
  3. How to relate to yourself in real time: see yourself, meet yourself, talk to yourself, understand yourself, and support yourself so your inner world becomes steady and trustworthy
  4. Simple, practical steps to restore your energy and reconnect with your true self


This book is your companion for the first phase of the Freedom Formula. It is the roadmap to guide you out of survival mode and into the clarity and resilience you need to create lasting change.

 

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My work centers around a simple but powerful idea: many of the patterns people struggle with are not evidence that something is wrong with them. They are adaptations created by a nervous system that has been trying to help them survive stress, pressure, and difficult experiences.

I am a somatic healing practitioner and the creator of the Freedom Formula, a framework that helps people move out of survival mode and into a life that reflects who they are. My work blends nervous system science, somatic practices, emotional processing, and mindset work to help people understand why they feel stuck and what it truly takes to create lasting change.

Before stepping into this work, I earned my law degree from Harvard Law School and spent years in high-performing environments where discipline and achievement were highly valued. From the outside, my life looked successful. Inside, I was quietly struggling with many of the same patterns my clients now describe: chronic stress, emotional eating, anxiety, and the exhausting habit of showing up for everyone else while ignoring my own needs.

Understanding the role of the nervous system changed the way I approached those patterns. Instead of seeing them as failures, I began to see them as intelligent adaptations. That realization not only transformed my own life, it became the foundation of the work I now share with others.

For more than sixteen years I have helped people understand their patterns with compassion, reconnect with their inner guidance, and build lives that feel meaningful, aligned, and sustainable. My book, You’re Not the Problem, grew out of that work and out of a deep desire to help more people experience the relief that comes from realizing they are not broken.


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Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Teaser: Precog's Perception by Emily Carrington @CarringtonEmily @RABTBookTours @changelingpress



(Psychic Soulmates 1)

A SearchLight Paranormal Romance


LGBTQ+ Shifter Romance

Date Published: May 1, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



When the world doesn’t catch fire, Amaruq doubts his precognition. Can Nootaikok’s love heal him?

A stillborn pup, precognition unfulfilled, and raging guilt plague a trans werewolf. Amaruq’s suspicion that there’s something wrong with him, and that the death of his and Nootaikok’s child is his fault, colors all that he does. Traumatized, he denies himself pleasure.

Nootaikok will have none of that. He takes Amaruq on a “working vacation” back to the scene of Nootaikok’s greatest mistake. As both of them struggle with feelings of inadequacy and undeservingness, their bodies and souls still demand release.

Will their fears pull them apart or can passion lead back to love and forgiveness?


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They’d started their mentor/mentee relationship with letters. Amaruq didn’t know about Jeremy, but for him, the fear of being found out in this digital age inspired him to write physical correspondence. Amaruq had a feeling he should be sharing these concerns with his mate, but he couldn’t bear for Nootaikok to know how guilty he felt. So, he wrote to the Night Wanderer who had become his friend.

Dear Jeremy,

I hate what I have become. I’m a sneak who doesn’t know how to apologize to my lover for losing our child. I get it that a stillbirth isn’t exactly my fault. I did nothing to make it happen. The issue is that I don’t want to try again. Try for another baby. It wasn’t just losing our child, our pup, but the dysmorphia I endured being pregnant when I’ve worked so hard to be my authentic male werewolf self. I do not, no matter what, regret that Nootaikok and I were trying for a baby. I don’t. I just don’t want to try again. In spite of my precognitive vision. That future glimpse guarantees I’ll be pregnant again at some point, as I saw Nootaikok and I surrounded by werewolf pups of many ages. I just don’t want to be.

I also dread Nootaikok finding out.

Speaking of dread, I can easily believe Nootaikok is angry with me for making him leave his position in DC. I’m afraid of the argument we’ll eventually have. I just wanted to be near you, where I’ve always felt safe. That’s the wrong kind of emotion to have for someone who isn’t my mate. Please don’t misunderstand. I’m not sexually attracted to you in any way. It’s just that you rescued me from the hell of living under my parents’ roof and inspired me to become part of the Miscellaneous Magical Creatures Department. It’s just that, now that you’ve moved to DC, I want to return. I know Nootaikok wouldn’t get his job back, though, and I don’t want him to be humiliated by having to walk those same halls every day as just a tracker and not the head of the whole world’s Tracker Central.

He stopped his pen before he could disclose more about his fears. Surely this letter, which was basically a rambling jumble of all his terror, wouldn’t help anything.

He shredded the page and tossed it in the garbage can in the den. There would be no leaving it around for someone else to discover.

Today, Friday, was his last day of parental leave. On Monday, he’d be expected to resume his work at the MMCD. He needed to pull himself together.

With that in mind, Amaruq looked around the den and then down at himself. He still looked slightly pregnant. He’d been slowly exercising away the pounds he’d gained as he tried to make a hospitable home for their pup to grow. Since he was a werewolf, he wouldn’t look ready to deliver much longer. Maybe six weeks total, which would mean another week or two.

He headed for the doorway to the den, determined to go for a run and maybe, by doing so, make himself feel more grounded in his body and less like a spirit drifting over the earth, unattached to anything but pain.

* * *

They were arguing again. For crying out loud, Nootaikok thought, it’s like he’s my spouse instead of my tracker partner.

He glared at Luis, the psychic vampire with whom he’d been paired less than six months ago. Luis was, by all accounts, including his own, one of the best damn negotiators/spies/hunters/executioners in the United States. Luis’s prowess was matched only by the arrogance Nootaikok swore radiated off him in waves now. Funny, but the infernal psychic vampire hadn’t struck Nootaikok as full of himself when he’d accompanied Tilthos Charles to the international meeting of magical creatures that had happened over a year ago.

At first, when he and Luis initially began working together, Nootaikok had borne Luis’s grief and discontent. Luis’s former tracker partner had moved with his mate to the nation’s capital, and Luis had been understandably upset. He and his former partner had worked together for a decade or more, becoming one of the most formidable tracker teams in the world.

However, Nootaikok had been dealing with Luis’s grumpiness for close to half a year, and the frustration he felt was threatening to boil over.

He took in a breath, counting to five before releasing it soundlessly. “Luis,” he said, “I’m not injured. I heal as quickly as any werewolf, and I have earned the right to take the risks other trackers do. Please don’t hamper my working or your own. Going out without another tracker when I’m standing right here is foolish.” He paused, saw Luis was about to object, and added, “I don’t want to be the one to take your dead body back to Tilthos Charles.”

That last got through. Nootaikok could see it in the dropping of Luis’s shoulders and the way he pressed his lips together. Tilthos Charles, Charlie to those closest to him, was the alpha of their shared pack. He was also Luis’s mate and husband. Less than a year ago, Tilthos Charles had been the target of malicious intent from other werewolves and the former queen of the grand fae. He’d suffered what would have been called in humans of the 1900s a “nervous breakdown.” He’d been healed but, since it was less than twelve months since he’d recovered, Luis was understandably protective.

“Fine,” Luis muttered. “Are you ready to go?”

Nootaikok checked the gun in its holster at the small of his back. “Yes.”

“Come on then.” Luis strode out of his office, leading the way toward the back parking lot.

Nootaikok kept pace with him. “Tell me about this one.”

“Didn’t you read the briefing?” Luis demanded.

Sighing, Nootaikok answered, “She’s most likely a werewolf or half werewolf. It’s unlikely she’s from the United States as the humans she’s left alive say she spoke to them in a thick Russian accent. That doesn’t preclude her being from the US, though.”

“Or she’s been sent here.”

They settled into Luis’s car, which Nootaikok didn’t like, because it meant Luis got to drive. Luis was his alpha’s mate, and Nootaikok wasn’t a werewolf so dominance didn’t affect him as much. Still, he liked being in charge of his own transportation. Years of being the senior member of his own tracker team had spoiled him. Also, when he’d been the leader of Tracker Central in Washington, DC, he hadn’t been at anyone’s mercy.

“One of the sharpshooters managed to get a tag on her,” Luis said. “Let me check the GPS and see if she’s still where they left her.”

“She was in a village not too far from here,” Nootaikok said. He wanted to ask why the sharpshooter hadn’t taken her out since she’d been killing humans. Before he could formulate the question in a way that would possibly cause less offense, Luis cursed.

“She’s headed toward the pack house.”

Nootaikok pulled out his phone as Luis peeled out of the parking lot.

Luis commanded, “Call the house. Tell whoever’s there to get everyone inside.”

 


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.

 

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(Cottonmouth MC 2)

A Hounds of Hell MC Romance


MC Romance

Date Published: May 1, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



The moment I see Jazz, I know I can’t let her walk away.

Jazz: My sister Claire disappeared three weeks ago. The police are calling the case a runaway, but I know better. Rumor has it the Cottonmouths and Sinister Skin are behind the girls going missing in Oak Grove -- the reason no one asks too many questions. So I go looking for her myself.

I never expected to find the answers waiting behind the doors of a biker compound -- or in the green eyes of the quiet enforcer who looks at me like I already belong to him. Shade says he will find Claire. But men like him don’t do favors. They make promises. And the way he says mine sounds an awful lot like forever.

Shade: Oak Grove is supposed to belong to the Cottonmouths again. We bled to take it back. But the men we drove out didn’t disappear. They just got smarter, quieter, and more dangerous. Then Jazz walks into my life. And I know I can’t let her go.

I know the men who took Claire are tied to the same rot we just carved out of this town. And they’ve made one fatal mistake. They turned this into my fight. I won’t stop until the threat is buried. The Cottonmouths protect their own. The war they started is about to end in blood.

Warning: Adult content, violence, strong language, and dark themes including human trafficking. There’s no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.


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Copyright ©2026 Jamie Targaet

Shade

The compound was quiet, and the yard was littered with toolboxes, paint cans, and various other supplies we were using to patch everything up after the club’s civil war a few weeks ago.

Our place had been torn to hell in the shootout that took place when we took Eli and his slimy inner circle down, getting them the fuck out of our chapter and compound. Vendetta, the man who’d once been Tank but who had survived the hanging meant to kill him, had led us back to reclaim the Oak Grove chapter for the loyal Cottonmouths. We’d won with a little help from the Hounds of Hell in Mercy. After the celebration, our compound was left with bullet holes, splintered frames, and busted glass. It had been a hell of a mess to clean up, and we weren’t done yet.

I was out back, replacing the siding on the last barrack that needed outside repairs. I had a hammer in one hand, and a headache that had been riding me since dawn. Still, I couldn’t shake the thought that we just might be wasting our damn time. We’d fix this place up, sure, but for how long? Yeah, Eli was dead and some of his crew were gone with him. But not all of them. Creep had been shot but he’d somehow survived that night. That fucker could still be running around. A few others loyal to Eli had made it out too.

Sinister Skin wasn’t going anywhere. Of that I was sure. And until we flushed out the rest of that rot, the repairs we made almost felt like a Band-Aid over a bullet wound.

“Guess it’s time to start on indoor repairs,” Ripper muttered, strolling out with a cold beer and no shame.

Vendetta followed him out, looking a little rougher than he usually did. But that was our friend’s new normal these days. The patch on his chest said president, and he wore it like it had its claws dug into him. Dylan had finally got him to sleep a full night last week. Ripper and I damn near threw a party. Vendetta was a good man but he’s a grouchy asshole on no rest.

“Got word from Mercy this morning,” Vendetta said, cracking his neck. “Snow says there’s no sign of the cartel left over there. At least not so far. Guess threatening Player’s girl wasn’t the brilliant move El Cuervo thought it was.”

Ripper snorted. “You mean right before she pulled a gun on him? Shit, I’ll never forget the look on Player’s face. Like he was about to pass out and propose all at the same time.”

Vendetta smirked. “Yeah, the cartel folded faster than I thought they would, honestly. If I had to guess, the Hounds haven’t seen the last of them.”

“If they come back, are we helping out?” Ripper said.

Vendetta nodded. “Most likely. Locked and loaded.”

I didn’t disagree, but I didn’t join in either. Cartel trouble made for good stories now that the business was done. But we were still knee-deep in our own brand of hell here in Oak Grove dealing with the remnants of Sinister Skin. The Hounds in Mercy had booted them out of their territory. It looked like we still needed to do the same.

“I’m glad we helped them out.” Shaking his head, Vendetta said, “It’s the least we could do. We couldn’t have taken this place back with just half the club. They helped us pull it through.”

Before any of us could say more, I heard footsteps coming closer. Two of our prospects, Cowboy and JJ, came running in like their asses were on fire. Both were out of breath, wide-eyed, and wired.

“Boss,” Cowboy gasped. “You’re gonna want to hear this.”

Vendetta straightened up instantly. I set down the drywall knife and wiped dust from my hands.

“We just saw Creep,” JJ said. “He ain’t dead.”

Silence fell like a goddamn hammer. I fucking knew it. Creep. That scrawny piece of shit had a face I wish I could forget and a scar down the middle of his chest that I’d personally gifted him. The bastard was supposed to be out of Oak Grove. Gone and smart enough to stay gone. I’d known he wasn’t dead.

Vendetta’s voice dropped low. “Where?”

JJ swallowed hard. “Here, on the edge of our own fucking property.”

My head snapped up. “You’re kidding me. He came here?”

“And he wasn’t alone,” JJ said. “Eagle was with him.”

I had to laugh at that. “Eagle? That prick’s still walking?”

JJ nodded. “And get this. They had a couple of guys with them we didn’t recognize. They weren’t from around here, but they looked like muscle.”

“They approach you?” Vendetta asked.

Cowboy shook his head. “Nah. They saw us coming and bolted. Didn’t say a damn word.”

“Vehicle?” Vendetta asked.

“Black SUV. Nice one,” Cowboy answered. “Tinted windows. Couldn’t see plates.”

Of course, it was a nice SUV. Sinister Skin loved riding on money they didn’t earn.

Vendetta stepped in closer. “Where exactly did you see them?”

“At the old south gate,” Cowboy replied. “Right where the fence line dips.”

I shook my head. Fifty acres of land surrounded the compound, most of it wild and untouched. The woods were thick enough that a man could ghost through them without ever being spotted. We had cameras and sensors up at the main gates, but out there? A couple of wrong turns and someone could camp out on us for days before we ever knew.

Vendetta must’ve been thinking the same thing, because his eyes narrowed in that calculating way of his.

Vendetta’s gaze met mine. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

I already was.

“If I had to guess, they’re trying to rebuild,” I said. “Trying to keep Sinister Skin’s shit alive under a new flag.”

“Or a temporary one,” Ripper added.

Vendetta gave the two younger Cottonmouths a nod. “Good work. Now I want you two to stay on the perimeter today. Keep eyes on it. No contact, no hero shit. Just eyes.”

JJ’s spine straightened like he’d just won an award. “Yes, sir.”

“You see anyone besides Creep and Eagle, you let us know right away,” Vendetta added.

The prospects headed back the way they came. As soon as they were out of earshot, Vendetta turned toward me.

Creep. Eagle. Unknown muscle. Icons of every problem we hadn’t finished burning out of Oak Ridge.

“They’re scouting us,” Vendetta muttered.

“Yeah,” I said, rolling my shoulders, muscles humming for a fight. “And they’re stupid enough to do it on our land.”

Ripper shook his head. “The fuckers are still here and still working with Sinister Skin. Jesus.”

“I’d bet on it,” I muttered. It was already leaving a bad taste in my mouth. “Sinister Skin doesn’t give a shit who the club president is. They made a deal with Eli, not the patch. They’re still going to expect the Cottonmouths to hold up our end of the bargain.”

Vendetta nodded grimly. “Not these Cottonmouths. We didn’t agree to any of it, and I’ll go to war over that. That’s Creep and Eagle’s problem now. That group will expect business to keep moving. And if it doesn’t --”

“They’re dead,” I finished for him.

All three of us stood there letting that sink in. We weren’t just talking about traitors. We were talking about assholes left from Eli’s regime, caught in a trap of their own making. Hell, we could still be implicated because of Eli and his bunch before it was all over with.

Vendetta exhaled frustration, the half-empty beer bottle in his hand forgotten. “All right. Let’s lock it down.”

Now we’re talking. I was already keyed up.

“I want double coverage on both gates,” Vendetta went on, his voice cool and clipped in that way that always meant shit was about to get serious. “No one gets in or out without us knowing.”

Ripper tossed his empty bottle into the trash. “You think they’re close?”

“They’re testing the fence,” Vendetta muttered. “Probably trying to figure out where we’re soft.” He turned to Ripper. “Go call Snow. See if he can hook us up with a surveillance system around the south gate. Sounds like we need it.”

Ripper nodded, already moving. Snow, the Hounds’ VP, ran an electronic security system in Mercy, which was handy right now. But I knew he really wanted Ripper out of earshot to talk to me in private.

Vendetta looked at me. “Shade --”

“I’m going,” I cut in, letting him know there was no way I wasn’t.

He studied me for a second. “I need eyes, not a body count.”

I didn’t say anything. Vendetta had been watching me ever since that night when we took back the club, since I put a bullet in Eli without blinking. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just the right thing done fast.

Vendetta respected restraint. Hell, I respected him that night. Dylan’s uncle or not, Vendetta held the line and kept his cool, even when Eli spat on everything this club ever stood for.

But me? I didn’t have that kind of patience. Eli had tried to take down the entire chapter. He was a stain on the Cottonmouth name. He’d had it coming, and somebody needed to do what everyone else was too damn careful to do.

And Vendetta knew it. At times, he watched me like he was waiting to see which version of me he’s going to get: the one who listens, or the one who pulls the trigger and deals with the consequences later.

Either way, I decided maybe I’d be going.

I gave a sharp nod. “You’ll get what you need.”

 


About the Author

Jamie Targaet is the author of the Hounds of Hell MC. She's anxious to introduce you to this club of gorgeous, dominant men and the lucky women who surrender to them. The ride is going to get wild at times, not going to lie. But there's thrilling action, scorching hot sex scenes, and all the feels.

Jamie writes erotic romance for Changeling Press, a little fanfiction on the side, and she's an aspiring horror writer in another life. She enjoys time with her family (including the fur babies). She likes good horror movies and shows, emo metal and classic rock, and time spent in other worlds writing and reading. She loves hearing from readers and is looking forward to hearing from you.


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Rübezahl

by M. Laszlo

GENRE: Fantasy


Blurb:


In a mythical, late-nineteenth-century city in Bohemia, Waltraud hears a voice no one else can hear.

It belongs to Rübezahl — a winged old man imprisoned for decades, a penitent monster who once abducted her as a child and now calls to her for release. When Waltraud refuses to help him escape, her defiance unleashes tragedy, and the creature is freed by other means.

Rübezahl’s revenge is subtle and devastating. A ghost rain begins to fall, flooding the city with hallucinations, stupefaction, and false hopes. As the population drifts into confusion and chaos, class war erupts and the authorities prove helpless.

Immune to the rain’s spell, Waltraud becomes the city’s last clear mind. Armed with a dangerous prototype weapon and hunted as much by public opinion as by monsters, she must confront Rübezahl — not only in the streets of the drowning city, but in the mountains where myth, media, and violence collide.

A dark, philosophical fantasy about power, belief, and the cost of independent thought.


Excerpt:

Waltraud wandered out into a quiet, unflooded lane on the edge of the city and examined the lightning rod. Only one more shot. Not even two. Twice, she tapped her left heel. I’ve got to bide my time. She had no choice but to do so, for the city’s militia had already tasked a proper hunting party with tracking Rübezahl and delivering the death blow—and she doubted any commissioned officer would approve of her travelling off ahead of them. As a consequence, she had resolved to depart only after the others had gone. Patience.

A soft, natural, autumnal breeze sighed through the alleyway.

What a good feeling, after all the ungodly rain, she thought. With her free hand, she covered her brow. There’s no guarantee of victory. If anything, he’ll be so vindictive. And if he survives, he’ll destroy the whole hunting party. For that matter, why not take me?

As she brooded, she bumped into a clean-shaven gentleman with a PRESS ticket in his top hat. She studied his attire—a tattered, gray musterdevillers robe. Just like the one Rübezahl wears. Yes. She cocked her head to the side and pointed at the garment’s hem. ‘Why do you dress like that?’

To show solidarity with Rübezahl, that’s why. We fine newspapermen have no choice but to protest his persecution.’

Persecution?’

Yes, of course. Now that Rübezahl has become the bottom dog, he deserves our sympathies.’ 

My Review:

In Rübezahl, people are walking into the ocean as if possessed by an evil spirit. The animals are also acting strangely. A sinister sound can be heard when walking down the street or on the shore—a wailing that resembles an old man crying out in the night.

There is a malevolent figure, Rübezahl, held somewhere in the mountains. This man, Rübezahl—or perhaps an evil spirit—must be destroyed if peace among the townspeople is ever to be restored.

Is this wailing spirit real, or is it all in Waltraud’s mind? Could she be the only one hearing it and witnessing all the animals and people acting so oddly? What truly is happening in this town?

Rübezahl exudes a creepy, unsettling vibe that stayed with me throughout the book. It kept me alert as I tried to figure out what was real and what wasn’t. The more I read, the more compelled I became, eager to uncover all its hidden secrets.

If you enjoy dark, creepy stories, be sure to pick up a copy of Rübezahl today!


About the Author:

M. Laszlo is the pseudonym of a reclusive author living in Bath, Ohio. According to rumor, he based the pen name on the name of the Paul Henreid character in Casablanca, Victor Laszlo.

M. Laszlo has lived and worked all over the world, and he has kept exhaustive journals and idea books corresponding to each location and post.

It is said that the maniacal habit began in childhood during summer vacations—when his family began renting out Robert Lowell’s family home in Castine, Maine. Rumor has it he still possesses those childhood diaries and plans to release a trilogy set in the Pine Tree State.

The habit continued into the 1980s when he lived in London, England (the summer of 1985.) The idea books and journals from that summer inspired his first work The Phantom Glare of Day published by the hybrid Spark Press in 2022.

The habit continued into the 1990s when he lived in the Muslim Quarter of Jerusalem and worked as a night clerk in a Palestinian youth hostel. In recent years, he revisited that very journal/idea book and based Anastasia’s Midnight Song and The Nameless Land on the characters, topics, and themes contained within the writings.

At the end of the decade, M. Laszlo attended Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, New York and earned an M.F.A degree in poetry. During his time in New York, he kept the idea books and journals that formed the basis of his second release, On the Threshold, published by the acclaimed Australian hybrid now known as Alkira. That house released Anastasia’s Midnight Song on 17 January 2025. The Nameless Land serves as a stand-alone sequel and releases on 5 December 2025.

M. Laszlo’s political parable, Rübezahl, has been described as Animal Farm meets Alice in Wonderland and is set to be published by Alkira in May 2026.

M. Laszlo has lived and worked in New York City, East Jerusalem, and several other cities around the world. While living in the Middle East, he worked for Harvard University’s Semitic Museum. He holds a bachelor’s degree in English from Hiram College in Hiram, Ohio and an M.F.A. in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, New York.


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