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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Virtual Tour + #Review + #Giveaway: Escape from the Past: The Kid #2 & The Duke's Wrath #1 by Annette Oppenlander @aoppenlander @GoddessFish



Escape from the Past: The Kid
by Annette Oppenlander
GENRE:   YA historical/sci-fi


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Time-traveling gamer, Max, embarks on a harrowing journey through the Wild West of 1881! After a huge fight with his parents, Max tries to return to his love and his best friend, Bero, in medieval Germany. Instead he lands in 1881 New Mexico. Struggling to get his bearings and coming to terms with Dr. Stuler’s evil computer game misleading him, he runs into Billy the Kid. To his amazement Billy isn’t at all the ruthless killer history made him out to be. Trouble brews when a dying Warm Springs Apache gives Max a huge gold nugget to help his sister, Ela, escape from Fort Sumner. Shopping for supplies Max attracts the attention of ruthless bandits. Before Max can ask the Kid’s help, he and Ela are forced to embark on a journey to find his imaginary goldmine. This is book 2 in the Escape from the Past trilogy.


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EXCERPT:

Getting back on the donkey was the hardest thing I’d ever done. By the way the sun hung lower, it had to be mid-afternoon. I was bone-tired and so hot that my light shirt was dark with sweat. Once in a while I scanned the horizon, wishing for clouds, wishing for something to change and get me out of my misery.

Of course, there was no such thing. The relentless blazing continued, the sky huge and intensively blue. My muscles screamed with every step and the insides of my thighs burned raw.

“Hey, Kid.” The voice sounded muffled as I woke from a daze. The Irish had pulled his horse next to Donkey Biter, watching me with clear green eyes.

“What?” I croaked.


“You don’t look so good. Where do you say you come from?”

I swallowed, but there was nothing but grit in my mouth and my mind was blank. I finally waved my chin toward my right shoulder. “East.”

“You a city boy.” It wasn’t a question. “Going to make your fortune in the west? Get some gold?”

I nodded and threw a sideward glance at the man, my eyes aching from the scorching brightness sinking low in the sky. I had to ask. “Where’re we going?”

The Irish threw me a quick look. “Santa Fe. Isn’t that where you were heading?”

I managed another nod. That was in New Mexico if I remembered right. “How far?”

“Boss, look.” Wade yanked around his horse. I saw nothing, but Scarface next to him raised an arm. Everyone stopped. I was glad Donkey Biter got his cues from the other horses or I would’ve walked on.

“Looks like settlers,” Broken Nose said. “Are we going to take them?”


My Review of The Kid:

I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Yes finally I got to read The Kid! After reading The Duke’s Wrath I knew I had to read The Kid and boy am I glad I did. Oh Max is back again and is having a day in his life. He is upset with his dad again and all he wants is to get away. It has been almost a year since Max played the game where he traveled back in time to Germany in 1471 and he never thought he would play again. Going back in time the first and not knowing if he was going to ever find his way out of the game and get back home again was pretty scary for him.

But with everything that is going on his life right now and with all the time that has passed since the last time he played Max has kind of forgotten what it was like to be stuck in the past. Besides all that he misses his old friend Bero and his sister Julianna. Last time Max had a crush on Julianna and she also liked him. Julianna wanted Max to marry her that is what all the young girls did her time. They got married young and had a family. But Max being from a different time wasn’t ready for a family. Oh no he still had his whole life ahead of him for that. First he needed to finish high school and then maybe get a degree first. But he did miss them a lot so he decided that he would take his chance and go visit them again. He thought he had this game all figured out but he sure didn’t have something down pat because he ended up in another time in another country than before.

This time when he played the game and traveled back in time he went back to 1881 in the Wild West days. He saw a family being attacked by the Indians while traveling. He also met Billy the kid who turned out not to be the bad guy that history claimed him to be. Max actually became pretty good friends with him. But he also met another pretty girl who he came to like and care for a lot too. This girl wanted him to marry her as well but Max wasn’t ready for a family. He cared for this girl a lot and did think about staying in the past with her.

Max was also left with not knowing what he was supposed to do in the game or what his missions were. He was almost as confused this time around as the first time he played. He thought he had it all figured out but he soon realized he was mistaken. But he didn’t really know what he wanted if he wanted to stay in the past or go back to the future. Will Max figure out what it is he is supposed to do? Will he ever make it out of the game? Does he really want too? What will he do? What will his family do?

If you like reading historical/time traveling books then you are going to fall in love with the Escape from the Past series. It is and amazing series and I can’t wait to read the next book to see where Max takes us on his next adventure. I can’t wait to see where he goes and who he meets. 




Escape from the Past: The Duke's Wrath:

by Annette Oppenlander
GENRE: YA historical/sci-fi



BLURB:

When fifteen-year old nerd and gamer Max Anderson thinks he’s sneaking a preview of an unpublished video game, he doesn’t realize that 1) He’s been secretly chosen as a beta, an experimental test player. 2) He’s playing the ultimate history game, transporting him into the actual past: anywhere and anytime. And 3) Survival is optional: To return home he must decipher the game’s rules and complete its missions—if he lives long enough. To fail means to stay in the past—forever.



Now Max is trapped in medieval Germany, unprepared and clueless. It is 1471 and he quickly learns that being an outcast may cost him his head. Especially after rescuing a beautiful peasant girl from a deadly infection and thus provoking sinister wannabe duke Ott. Overnight he is dragged into a hornet’s nest of feuding lords who will stop at nothing to bring down the conjuring stranger in their midst.


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EXCERPT:

“Mutter, I brought someone.” Bero slumped on the bench, scanning the table. I stood unmoving. Two tallow lamps flickered in earthen pots, barely making a dent into the gloom. The thick mixture of smoke, dust and body odor was worse. Disgusted, I rubbed my nose. It didn’t do any good.

The left side of the ceiling hung so low that I easily touched it with my hand. The other half was hidden by dense smoke. A scrawny fire smoldered in a stone hearth along the back wall. In front of it stood a woman of indefinable age, stirring a cast-iron pot.

“You’re late,” she said without turning. “Next time we eat without you.”

“I told you she’s mad,” said the girl who’d been shelling beans earlier.

“Hush, Adela,” the mother shot back. I looked back and forth between them, struggling to follow the weird speech while identifying the smell emanating from the pot. Nothing came to mind. Despite the terrible stench in the house, my stomach gurgled in anticipation.

“Nay, I was late because of this lad,” Bero said. “He needs shelter for tonight.”

At last, the mother turned around. Even in the gloom I could tell that she was shocked, maybe scared, her eyes blackish pools in the haggard face. She carefully placed the ladle on a stone plate and stepped closer—her eyes now squinting, scrutinizing. I wanted to bolt. A disgusting odor enveloped me. While Bero smelled of earth and pigs, the woman reeked of sweat and something sour. I tried breathing shallow breaths, thinking I should just leave and sleep outside. But then I thought of the rustling in the woods, the evil riders wielding their swords— worse, how clueless I felt.


 My Review of The Duke's Wrath:

I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Are you a big gamer? Have you ever wished you could be a beta gamer? Have you ever wished you could get your hands on a copy of a game before it was published? Well that is just what Max did in Escape from the Past: The Duke’s Wrath. His best friend Jimmy’s dad is a game developer. So Max kept begging and begging Jimmy to get him a copy of his dad’s new game. Jimmy finally gave in and gave him a copy.

Max loaded the game into computer that night thinking he would only play for a couple of hours. It was not the first time he had pulled an all-nighter playing a game. To him it was no big deal. He was young and didn’t need that much sleep besides if and when it did eventually catch up with him he would sleep then. When he loaded it up it gave no options or clues as to what or how to play the game. Well I guess it did have a few options something like beginner or advance player. Max being the big gamer that he is of course he choose advance player thinking he with the time he has put in to games and seeing how he is good gamer then advance would be a piece of cake to him. But he was in for a big surprise.

When Max entered the game and he took a good look around him he realized that he may be playing a game but it was real. He had been transported to the past but where he had no idea. But he did hit it lucky though as he met a nice young man or boy who helped him out and became his best friend. Max’s new friend Bero took him home with him. Bero and his family didn’t have much but what they had they shared it with Max but of course Max was nice as well and helped Bero with his chores.

Max liked being with Bero and his family and spending time in the past but he soon became homesick. But he didn’t know how to get back home. He didn’t know what missions that he needed to complete in order for him to leave the game and return home again.

When I read the summary of The Duke’s Wrath I knew I had to read it. I like the idea of traveling back in time but to do it through a game is awesome. Just to think about time traveling and visiting places in the past is just amazing to me. I would love to travel back in time and visit lots of historical events in history but I don’t think I would like being stuck in a game not knowing when or if I would ever find my way home again. Now that would be scary. I am so glad that I got the opportunity to read The Duke’s Wrath. I am so looking forward to the next book in the series The Kid. I know it will be just as amazing and The Duke’s Wrath.


If you like reading historical novels or playing games then I think you would probably enjoy reading The Duke’s Wrath. So go and grab your copy today! 


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Annette Oppenlander writes historical fiction for young adults. When she isn’t in front of her computer, she loves indulging her dog, Mocha, and traveling around the U.S. and Europe to discover amazing histories.

“Nearly every place holds some kind of secret, something that makes history come alive. When we scrutinize people and places closely, history is no longer a number, it turns into a story.”


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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Blog Tour + #Giveaway: The Sky Drifter by Paris Singer @dakukarasu @yaboundtourspr



The Sky Drifter


Release Date: August 27th 2015



Summary from Goodreads:

Wandering in the vastness of space, is the Sky Drifter; an academy reserved for the best students in the known universe. Seven is just such a student. Gifted in strategy and Sphere, he lives happily on-board with his friends Iris and Pi, taking on his rival, visiting planets for exploration and competition. Everything is the way he likes it, until he sees a mysterious girl in a red coat, who will reveal to him a secret that will bring everything he thought he knew crashing down around him.






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CHAPTER ONE



SHE GRABBED SEVEN’S hand and pulled him hard in her direction. “This way!” she exclaimed to both of them as the persistent shrill of the alarm sounded about the dark steel corridors.

     Seven’s mind was still spinning. He disbelievingly looked back at his double to make sure he was still there. How far away the academy now seemed.

     The mysterious bright yellow-skinned girl who held his hand had opened his eyes to a world that seemed too cruel to be real. Yet there he was, and there she was, her long, dark green hair swaying behind her. Part of him still clung to the hope it was all nothing more than a dream. That any second now he would awake to the sound of Pi or Iris banging on the door t o his dormitory room, urging him to wake up lest they be late for class. Yet, the feel of her warm hand, the clanging of his boots on the cold metal underfoot, the stifling thin air he breathed, the sting of the cuts on his body and face, all felt real. A reality the likes of which he had never tasted before. This was the reality he had always been denied. A reality they had kept from him. A reality that wanted him dead.

     The urgency of the situation still eluded him, for he had yet to see any attackers, and had only her word to cling to. The fact was, this new existence began and ended with her words, convincing as they were. His other self really was running behind him, and the mysterious girl’s desperation to escape seemed genuine. He trusted her, or wanted to. She could just as easily have left him there at the academy, and he would have been none the wiser, but she hadn’t. She had freed him. The truth had to be better than the perpetual lie he had inhabited.

     They ran, weaving through flickering corridors, snaking past oily archways and doors. All of a sudden, any doubts he had vanished in a cry that sounded behind him. He turned as they stopped running to see his other self jerking violently, electric blue forks of light enveloping him. The horror of what Seven witnessed rocked him to his very core.

     “We have to keep going!” shouted the mysterious girl, pulling at his arm once more. “Come on!”

     Breath catching in his throat, Seven locked gazes with his duplicate, whose eyes shone as tears rolled down his cheeks, just before his body crashed limply to the ground beneath.

     “Come on!” Like a rising echo, the mysterious girl’s voice shattered the veil that fogged his devastated mind, and he ran with her faster than he had before.

      Seven now ran slightly ahead of the girl as she directed him toward a large doorway ahead. Upon crossing its threshold, he stopped, awed by the enormity of what was before him. He found himself standing on a long, narrow metallic bridge. Surrounding him was a tremendous, cylindrical area that extended up and down into pitch darkness as far as the eye could see. At the other end stood another doorway.

     As he made to dash toward it, the bridge retracted into the dusty stone wall on the other side. Seven turned with haste, to make certain the mysterious, green-haired girl was behind him, ready to jump. Emerging from the depths beyond the doorway, she dragged herself to its threshold, clinging to her deeply slashed leg, dark blue blood gushing as she held it.

     Panic coursed through Seven’s body. She looked at him, defeat and regret saturating her eyes. He was not going to lose her. She had released him from his prison. She had been his guide and saviour. She was his world.

     “Jump!” he shouted, stretching out his hand, imploring her to take it.

     He looked into her eyes, his mind ablaze with words he wanted to tell her. The girl whose name he didn’t even know had saved his life, had revealed the reasons and secrets behind his very existence, and he knew nothing about her. And now time was running out.


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Paris Singer was born in Brussels, Belgium. He has lived in the U.K. and in various places in Spain, where he currently resides. At university, he studied English law and Spanish law. He didn't like it. He then studied translation and didn't like it, either. Currently, he is an English teacher in the south of Spain. He has far too many interests, he's told, a few of which being sports, playing his old guitar, learning Japanese, painting, reading and cooking. Not a day goes by, however, where he doesn't write something, be it under a palm tree or on a bench at a bus stop somewhere.

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Deep
Skye Warren
(Chicago Underground, #7)
Publication date: February 23rd 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance

Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.
Philip Mason has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.
We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.
Then he turns up outside my dorm room—wounded and barely conscious. He’s the head of a crime syndicate, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.
I can help him, but I can’t fall for him.
Not again.






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EXCERPT:

It was dark outside, grown late, and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Somewhere out there, Philip was probably dining with crystal and expensive wine. Meanwhile I’d probably order a pizza with one of those coupons by the door.

A low sound raised the hair on my neck.

Oh God, I’m not alone.

My gaze swept over the small dorm room. From here I could see the tiny bedroom area and the kitchenette. I could see almost the entire space. Empty.

Maybe it was just one of my neighbors getting busy and—

The sound came again, louder. A shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either side. It was coming from the door.

I crept over and looked out the peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.

Now I was doubting myself. Had I actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall. When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.

My gaze snapped to my phone.

I could call my adoptive mother right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me. If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.

And if there wasn’t anything scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge, well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.

No, I had to be overreacting. This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.

I’m a normal college student, I reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.

Both of those things were lies, I was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his way.

I opened the door a crack. Nothing.

Relief filled me, and I opened the door wider.

A body slid inside, slumped over without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught myself.

He was wearing a three-piece suit stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium. Philip.

Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after him. Someone would want to finish the job.


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Author Bio:
Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely tender.

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Bryce
Natalie Decker
(Scandalous Boys #1)
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: February 23rd 2016
Genres: Romance, Young Adult

Bryce Matthews doesn’t do the whole nice boyfriend thing. Chocolates and flowers—girls can forget all that. And he certainly doesn’t care about the gossip and rumors that follow him at school and around town. If anything, the talk amuses him. Bryce isn’t lacking in confidence. He knows himself and he knows his limits. One of those hard limits is Madison Issac. Bryce can never have her, and he’s perfectly fine with that. Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality anyway. 
Madison Issac thought she was a pretty good judge of character. But she’s surprised at how gentle and comforting resident bad-boy and next-door neighbor Bryce Matthews is when we finds her crying in the park. 
Maybe there’s more to Bryce than people think? So Madison begins to wonder. 
Can a guy like Bryce ever change his ways? 
Can a girl like Madison really be into a guy like Bryce? 
With hearts and reputations on the line, this kind of love can be scandalous.



EXCERPT:

A yellow cab pulls up to our home, and Kyle walks out to greet the driver. My parents are hugging the little blond, blue-eyed monster. I stare from my window for a second or two, and then I turn my attention to my room. My queen bed is disassembled and up in the attic. Before me now, a twin bunk bed. The brat is going to want the top, and of course I’ll have to oblige because she’s going through a rough time.

What about me? What about my rough time? This girl tortures me. She takes and takes and has never once given back. If you ask me, all that’s happening to her? It’s called justice. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. Maybe she’s changed some since she lost her big house with the pool, her rich friends, and her glamorous lifestyle. Maybe she’s a little kinder.

Sucking in a breath and feeling a little guilty for being a snot, I go downstairs and greet Sarah. She enters the house as I reach the bottom step of the stairs. Dark shades mask her eyes, and they match her black sun hat and her black dress. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was dressed for a funeral.

“Hi, Sarah.”

She moves her shades down her nose a little and sneers at me. “I see you haven’t changed much, Madison. Didn’t like the highlights?”

She knows I didn’t like them. The evil troll! At Easter, she said she wanted to do my hair. I thought she was being nice. She said we could make it pretty, and I agreed. Stupid me. She said red tints would give my dark brown hair a summery glow. She didn’t put red tints in. She made my hair pink. She claimed she picked up the wrong box. I had to go to school with bubblegum-pink highlights in my hair for almost a week before someone could fix it. A hundred and fifty dollars down the tube.
I smile. “Guess it wasn’t really my thing.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, being cool never has been.”

I knew it! I knew the evil monster did it on purpose. She mocks my clothes, says I dress like a hobo, and all that stuff. My clothes are nice; sure, I didn’t spend $200 for any summer dresses in my closet, but who cares? I’m certainly not going to spend $800 on a stupid purse. Um, hell to the no!

But my cousin has—excuse me, had—over $2,000 to spend per week. I barely have $200 in my bank account. Working five to twelve hours a week for eight bucks an hour is nothing to brag about.

“Where’s my room?” She shoves her sunglasses up her nose and makes her way to the stairs.

“You’re sharing with me. Come on.” I head up to my room, not waiting for her.

She gasps. “Sharing? I’m … Never mind. Apparently, that will have to do. We’ll just redecorate your room.”

I stop and turn on the last step to look back at her. “What do you mean ‘redecorate’?”

“Maddy,” my mom bites out as she follows us up the stairs. “Change can be a good thing.” She walks past me and mumbles, “Remember what the therapist said.”

That quack told us we had to make sure we didn’t try to force Little Miss Unwanted Guest to conform to our ways. He said we should try to appease her as much as possible and ease her into the change. But right now, I wish she was on a boat to China or some other faraway place.

Gritting my teeth, I say, “You know what? My room could probably use a makeover.”

Sarah smiles and enters my room. She looks around, instantly frowning. “I’m getting top bunk.” My mom carries in a few boxes, and Sarah smiles at her. “Thanks, Auntie Heather. Where are the boxes I had shipped here?”

“Oh, I’ll have the guys carry them in.” My mom hugs Sarah. “I know this is a hard time for you, but we’re glad you’re here.”

Pffft! She might be glad, but I’m not, so she can drop the whole “we” business.

As soon as my mom leaves, Sarah removes her sunglasses and hat. She looks around the room and shakes her head. “Well, it’s clear you’re in need of some decorating tips, that’s for sure.” She runs her hands over the matching comforters my mom bought for the bunk beds and laughs. “Seriously, this floral motif is so out.”

I nod like I care. I really don’t. It’s a blanket. It keeps me warm. That’s all that matters. I’m not the homeless one. She is. I’m not the one with parents going to jail. She is. But, hey, maybe this is her way of coping with all that, so I will bite my tongue and not say a word.

“Maddy! Graham and Bryce are here!” my mom calls to me.

I instantly smile, feeling better. My heart is humming to see Graham. As if in another world, I leave my cousin and race down to the two boys. I’m not really keen on Bryce, but that’s because my whole life, he’s been in and out of juvie more times than I can count. He’s a bad boy with a temper. I don’t know why Graham is friends with him.

Graham smiles before I reach the bottom step. “Hey, Maddy! We were … oh, um … Hi.” His attention goes from me to the stairs. I look back and see Sarah. I turn back to Graham and realize he’s looking at her as if she’s the whole moon and stars.



Author Bio:
Natalie Decker is the author of RIVAL LOVE series. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for English class. However, seventh grade wasn't her favorite time and books were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in books. She's a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and her awesome dog infinity times infinity. If she's not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she's off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing! 


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 His Master’s Bride
by Claudia Herring
GENRE: Fantasy


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A world of mysterious powers and tumultuous intrigues comes to life in Regency England as a djinni, burdened with a dark secret, is thrown into a love triangle fraught with subterfuge.


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A troubled djinni seduces his master’s young wife, forcing her to make a fateful choice.

The djinni Yasir, imprisoned in an urn by a jealous magician, searches the centuries for his lost love. He finds Lavinia reborn in 1811 England, only to discover she’s his new master’s bride.

Desperate to have her, Yasir spell-casts Lavinia’s husband to forget he is master and give her the urn. When she opens the ancient vessel, Yasir emerges, terrifying in his magnificence yet somehow familiar, but she fails to recognize him. She distrusts this djinni even though his very presence enchants her.

Yasir’s spell is fading. Lavinia’s husband has changed. Now he’s violent as he struggles with returning memories of when he possessed the urn. Lavinia strives to keep the two from encountering one another, while torn between fidelity for her husband and her increasing attraction to the djinni.

Impatient to win Lavinia’s confidence, Yasir must convince her of her true identity so they can reclaim their life together. He dare not reveal a deeper reason: Only with Lavinia can he regain his freedom and exact revenge on the magician who confined him to the urn—

If she does not go mad from the spell to awaken her memories.
If her husband does not escape the djinni’s magic and discover her secret.
If the magician does not find them first.




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CHAPTER 1


A quarter century earlier, Cairo, 1811


Out of the folds of his galabaya, like magic, the scrawny peddler produced a bundle wrapped in dingy cloth shot through with faded brown and blue stripes. He held it just out of Lord Peter Bramley’s reach.

“To Allah is belonging the treasures of heaven and earth. But this, my brother, you can be possessing,” the peddler declared in a singsong tone, smoothing each word as though reciting a poem. He bowed, then rose, his smile crammed with crooked teeth stained mummy brown. “My name Ne’bi. Your servant sir.”

Peter pressed his lips together, suppressing a smirk at the polite English phrase. Where on earth had the peddler picked it up? He brushed a lock of flaxen hair under his hat and angled the brim, shading his pale blue eyes from the unrelenting Egyptian sun. “Let’s have a look then, Ne’bi.”

Peter never tired of the fascinating artifacts of this country of endless gods and goddesses. Since he was a lad, he had loved the elegant cats worshipped as divinity, the scarabs elevated to royalty, rendered in turquoise and gold, and the intricate stylized pictographs.

“A great precious, Sirrah.” Ne’bi unwrapped his treasure with a flourish, attempting a serious expression, but a pronounced tic jounced his left eye upward in an exaggerated look of astonishment.

A ray of sunlight slanted off the object in his hands and flared out, momentarily blinding Peter, causing him to turn away at the very instant when he most wanted to see. 

The peddler cocked his head and held out a curiously wrought urn, letting the folds of cloth drape over his stubby fingers. “Accumulate this, and much fortune, Excellency.” 

Peter found the contour of the vessel, curvaceous as his bride Lavinia, pleasing to the eye. He had never seen a design like it. The lid was hinged, clasped by a latch rendered as a vine that curled along the top to form an exquisite knob of intertwined leaves. An engraved inscription spiraled around the body to the base. Surely the urn was brass and not gold, yet the vessel seemed dear.

“Wherever did you obtain this, Ne’bi?” Peter squinted and leaned forward, adjusting the shoulder strap of his satchel. “The souk, perhaps?” Something about the vessel, something defying expression . . . fascinating.

“Sirrah!” Ne’bi drew the urn close, and puffed up his bony chest. “This wonderful t’ing not found in souk.” He thrust the urn towards Peter. “Only one like this. And brings much desire.”

Peter nodded to keep from laughing. He felt drawn to the object and reached out his hand. Ne’bi, fast as a snake, pulled the urn back, just out of Peter’s grasp.

“Excellency, it is enchanter!” Ne’bi drew himself up to his meager full height. “See. I hold only with cloth.” He looked straight into Peter’s eyes. “You no touch.”

Peter met his gaze and, to his surprise, detected a glimmer of raw fear, despite the peddler’s show of bravado. 


AUTHOR BIO:

Claudia Herring aspired to be a baton twirler when she was five and an archaeologist at thirteen. When she became a graphic designer and an author of fantasy, she decided she'd hit upon the perfect compromise.

As a designer and illustrator she formats the written word around visual art. As a writer she weaves words into stories that form worlds. Her novel, "His Master's Bride," a historical fantasy with romantic elements set in Regency England, won first prize in the Houston Writer's Guild Novel Competition. "Ties of Smoke," next in "The Djinn Chronicles" series, is in its second draft.

When she's not delving into the world of the Djinn, Claudia is practicing yoga to go to that hushed space where she imagines and plots her next fantasy novel.

If you like Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series, or Carol Berg, you'll love His Master's Bride.


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