Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Prophecy of Gods and Crows

Is she the hero or the villain of the story?

 

 Prophecy of Gods and Crows

Clan of Shadows Book 1

by C.D. Britt

Genre: Dark Fantasy


“…Orphan…”
“…Outcast…”
“…Witch.”
Bryn Kenneally has spent her entire life hiding in the shadows, hated for things she cannot control.
But now, those very shadows are coming to life, bringing dark secrets from a past she cannot remember. Lives hang in the balance as those very secrets weave a future beyond her control.
As the past unravels and her purpose becomes clear, there’s only one thing left for her to figure out: is she the hero or the villain of the story?

 

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About the Author


C.D. Britt began her writing journey when her husband told her she needed to use her excessive imagination to write stories as opposed to creating a daily narrative for him. Ever since she penned her first words, life has been a lot more peaceful for him.

She currently resides in Texas where she has yet to adapt to the heat. Her husband thrives in it, so unfortunately, they will not be relocating to colder climates anytime soon.

Their two young children would honestly complain either way.

When she is not in her writing cave (hiding from the sun), she enjoys ignoring the world as much as her children will allow with a good book, music, and vast amounts of coffee (until it’s time for wine).

C.D. Britt is the author of the Reign of Goddesses series, Clan of Shadows series, and the upcoming Blood of Saviors series.

 

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Cordelia Manor

Cordelia Manor

A Haunted Hearts Series Book

by Adam J. Ridley

Genre: LGBTQ M/M Paranormal Romance


His inheritance may lead to his death, unless a magical caretaker can save them both.

Evan inherits a mysterious manor house that's filled with restless spirits and Cary is the manor’s magical caretaker charged with managing them.

When the two meet, they unwittingly become the target of one of the manor’s most vengeful ghosts.

Despite the dangers, a passionate and deep love blossoms between them. Will that love be enough to protect them as they unravel Cordelia Manor’s secrets, or will the past repeat itself, destroying them and all they’ve built together?

Cordelia Manor is part of the Haunted Hearts series.

Scary Excerpt:

“You have got to leave,” I said, entering the area behind the huge boiler that heated the entire manor. I heard his laughter, but wasn’t sure if it was in my head. “You can’t stay here any longer. Not after attacking a living being. I’m giving you fair warning because I don’t like to force the spirit world.”

Just then, he materialized in front of me. His body not quite corporeal, as I assumed he’d be able to make it if he still had his full power.

He opened his mouth to say something, then looked over my shoulder. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and my stomach fall as I realized Evan must’ve come back downstairs and followed me into the basement.

I threw up a quick shield, but not fast enough to stop the attack. The ghost shattered the shield as he collided with it, throwing Evan back against the boiler.

I rushed forward, grabbing him under the arm, pulling him up, and rushing him toward the stairs. “Go, now!” I demanded, and turned around just as the entity was reforming.

“Leave here!” it bellowed, and this time I knew I was hearing him, and not just in my head.

I didn’t try to confront him again, not when he was so angry. Instead, I cast a bubble around myself and forced it toward him hoping that’d give me enough time to escape.

I made it to the top of the stairs when I felt sharp nails swipe the back of my shoulder. “Shit,” I said, and slammed the door behind me. I secured the boundaries I’d set when I first arrived, effectively sealing the nasty thing in the basement for now. Not that they would last long. He was still too damned powerful.

Sexy Excerpt:

I stripped and went into my equally impressive newly remodeled bathroom. I slipped into the shower and sighed with pleasure as the hot water poured over my tired muscles. We’d moved furniture around a hundred times today, and yes, I’d wanted it moved that many times to get it all just right, but still.

Just then, the water stopped. “What the heck?” I asked, thankful I’d rinsed off most of the soap and shampoo.

I dried off as fast as I could before grabbing my skimpy-ass housecoat I’d had since I was fourteen. It no longer fit, obviously, but I still loved it and didn’t want to spend money to replace it.

“Cary,” I yelled down the stairs. “You better come look. The water stopped in the shower.”

“Hold on. I’m headed up,” he said, and rushed up the stairs.

His eyes swept over me in my skimpy housecoat, and I’d swear his gaze turned heated before he looked away and asked what the problem was.

His reaction caused me to lose my breath for a moment. I knew what it looked like when a man wanted me. Even my stupid ex, critical as he was, never said I wasn’t a good fuck.

“Um, the water stopped in the shower.”

He nodded without looking at me, then popped into my bathroom to check on it.

When the shower didn’t come on for him, he opened a panel I wasn’t even aware was there, picked up some bizarre-looking key, and twisted it. Just like that, the water came back on. “We didn’t turn the valve all the way on, so it must’ve jarred closed. Here, let me show you how it works.”

My wet skin must’ve been steaming with all the heat coming off me. “Okay, thanks, Cary,” I said, and was about to push him out of my room because damn, it was that or attack him with my mouth.

Instead of leaving, he stood with his two feet planted firmly in front of me. “Evan, do you… do you want me?” he asked, uncertainty clouding his handsome face.

I looked up into his eyes, surprised by his directness. “Huh?”

“Do you want me? I mean, like, sexually? Because I want you. A lot.”

I didn’t hesitate. Instead, I launched myself into his arms, putting my mouth on his. Fuck, if he didn’t ever need to ask that question again. I explored his mouth with my tongue, and moaned as his big rough hands slipped under my robe and caressed the skin underneath.

“Yes, please,” I whispered, need pouring from me.

Cary reached down and, like I weighed nothing, swept me into his arms and into the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and, after taking his shirt off, pressed his lips to my neck. “Oh fuck,” I said as his tongue began to explore, then his mouth took my earlobe.

My ears always made me crazy. Usually I was too sensitive, but damn, right now, everything this man was doing to me felt good.

His mouth ravished every inch of exposed skin he could get his lips on, and I writhed with pleasure. He was so big, so strong, and I was at his disposal, but I eventually had to get my mouth on him again. When he pulled back, I leaned up and licked his throat.

The purr of pleasure from him made me weak. “Lie down, lie down on the bed for me,” I told him.

He looked me in the eye, and I knew he didn’t want to give up the power he had at the moment, the freedom to take me, but he nodded and did as I asked.



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Haunted Hearts is an Own-Voices Paranormal Romance Series about love and the things go boo in the night. Join us on our romantic journeys over 10 books from some of your favorite authors! Be sure to read the entire series so you don’t miss a moment of falling in love, or sometimes falling into a happily ever after-life! Each book is a standalone but why not read them all? Everyone deserves the HEA!


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About the Author


After years of writing romance under the pen name Blake Allwood, I decided to pursue my other genre passion, fantasy and science fiction. Adam J. Ridley is the reality of that pursuit.

My husband of 28 years and I have had an adventurous life. We’ve had many businesses, we’ve raised over twelve foster children, two of which we adopted, and had at least two professional careers.

To say we are people who seek experiences is an understatement.

As I’ve grown older, my passions seem to be better reflected in my imagination. Fantasy, urban fantasy,  and science fiction all allow me to escape into worlds that transcend life. I’ve always been a major lover of fantasy writing and started reading it at a rather young age.

My husband and I travel full-time now in our RV (caravan for those not in the United States.) We’ve been doing this since 2017 and y’all, we love it.

Please join me on Facebook, and other social media sites. I work hard to be easily accessible to my readers, cause you all are the reason for all the lovely work!

 

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Tuesday, November 5, 2024

The Unpredictable Colors of Love

 The Unpredictable Colors of Love

Contemporary Romance in the French Countryside

 by J. Arlene Culiner




In her late forties, Callie Patterson, an amateur artist, craves success in the art world. Opportunity presents itself in the form of the irresistible French artist Nicholas Trier who offers a three-week Artists’ Retreat in a French château. If she manages to charm him, who knows where the association might lead?

However, from the moment she arrives in France, things don’t go according to plan. The château is magnificent, the countryside is splendid, but it never stops raining, and Nicholas is surrounded by an ambitious group of women who have the same plan she does.

She is grateful for the growing friendship with the château’s gardener, Michel Alexander, but if Callie finds him seductive she can’t consider him a potential lover: Michel is probably as poor as she is.

Set in rural France, this light-hearted romance touches on the contemporary art world and French history.

Blurb:

Callie Patterson, an unsuccessful artist, hopes that a relationship with the irresistible and magnetic Nicholas Trier will pave the way to success. She follows him to France where, in a magnificent château, he holds his artists' retreats. But famous men surround themselves with hangers-on and demand complete loyalty.

Callie soon finds herself far more attracted to Michel Alexandre, the estate gardener, who loves and protects trees and every living creature. But if she wants to make a name for herself, she’ll have to choose Nicholas and his world.

Except nothing is quite the way it seems, and perhaps success isn’t the most important thing, after all.


Excerpt:
            Callie dropped her backpack and, uninvited, sat down on the soggy ground not far from where he was digging. She didn’t even own a houseplant, but a banal conversation about twigs and saplings, was what she craved at the moment. “Okay, tell me why isn’t there a hedge here now.”
            “Because, years ago, the farmer ripped out all the hedges to have larger fields for his agricultural machinery. Now we’re bringing back a balanced environment.”
            “You’re not planning to replace every single hedge on your own, are you?”
            “Of course not,” he scoffed. Picking up a small spade, he loosened another patch of earth. “There are thousands of trees and shrubs to replant, and that would be an impossible task for only one person.”
            With gentle fingers, he spread the delicate roots of a tiny shrub, tucked it into place in the little hole, then tamped down the moist soil with his palm. Reached for another, and then another.
            She watched silently as he planted, and strangely enough, it was almost a sensual sight. His hands were broad, strong, and deeply tanned from working outdoors; his long fingers were beautifully shaped. And under that denim shirt of his, there was the alluring suggestion of tight sinew and warm, fragrant skin. Bear like? No, not exactly. Something more, something…
            “A penny for your thoughts.” Michel was watching her with those disconcerting eyes of his, very dark, with heavy lids and thick lashes.
            She felt the blush as it traveled upward, flooding her neck, her face. He hadn’t caught what she had been thinking, had he? Perhaps he had. Surely, he’d seen how her gaze had slipped over his hands, his arms, his chest, and shoulders. How incredibly humiliating! What vaguely plausible answer could she give? “Oh…just remembering something.”
            “Ah.” Eyebrows raised in overt amusement, he smirked—rather cockily—then went back to working on the next hole, the next shrub.





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#Art #France #Countryside #Ecology #Animals #Renaissance Château #Romance #Success #Fame #Late Life Romance #Friends to Lovers # Workplace

What people are saying about The Unpredictable Colors of Love

As always the author creates characters who are not always perfect, have enjoyed full lives up to the point where she brings them together, and who are on a journey of discovery. The story is set within in the luxurious and lovingly renovated chateau and in the glorious countryside where its ancient fields and hedgerows are also being brought back to life. The perfect setting for two people who might have given up hope on finding a soul mate to explore the possibility there might just be a chance for them after all.
Sally Cronin, Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

The charming setting of rural France is an excellent backdrop to the book, which explores the dichotomy between urban and countryside environments. It also examines the contrast between two vastly different types of men: the arrogant and popular Nicolas, and humble, caring Michel. Indeed, the unfolding romance between headstrong Callie and the down-to-earth gardener is delightful to behold, as is Callie’s transformation from urbanite to country-dweller. Michel supports and validates her, which is in stark contrast to Nicolas’s superior attitude and vanity.
A sweet, tender romance, with well-developed characters I could root for, this is an immersive story, with its unique and picturesque setting. Whispering Stories

Author Bio



Writer, social critical artist, and impenitent teller of tall tales, J. Arlene Culiner, was born in New York and raised in Toronto. She has crossed much of Europe on foot, has lived in a mud house on the Great Hungarian Plain, in a Bavarian castle, a Turkish cave dwelling, a haunted house on the English moors, and beside a Dutch canal. She now resides in a 400-year-old former inn in a French village of no interest where, much to local dismay, she protects spiders, snakes, and weeds. Observing people everywhere, she eavesdrops on all private conversations and delights in hearing any nasty, funny, ridiculous, sad, romantic, or boastful story. And when she can't uncover any salacious gossip, she makes it up.

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The Power of Three

 Yesterday, a curse. Today, an inheritance. Tomorrow…may never come.

 

The Power of Three

by Teri Polen

Genre: YA Horror


 “Polen weaves an imaginative paranormal tale brimming with engaging characters, thrilling action, and well-crafted suspense. Perfect for fans of Supernatural and Grimm, The Power of Three will keep you on the edge of your seat until you turn the final page.” –Jane McGarry, fantasy author

 

Yesterday, a curse. Today, an inheritance. Tomorrow…may never come.

Beck Teller's family bounced from one rental to another his entire life. When his father inherits an ancestral home, he and his siblings are thrilled to finally settle down, especially somewhere his family has roots. And those roots run deep—right to the on-site family cemetery where tombstone dates prove too many members met untimely fates.

When Beck and his two brothers begin experiencing inexplicable things, they grasp for practical explanations. Then their little sister gets a warning from beyond the grave, and the time for rationalizing is over. They pledge to protect their family and set out to identify the source of the danger and a means to defeat it.

They never expected to discover their house is haunted by a vengeful spirit who has vowed to destroy every descendant in the Teller line.

Centuries earlier, three Teller brothers battled the evil entity. Since then, her wrath has caused generations of suffering and untimely deaths. Now, three more Teller brothers will stand against this wicked being. But this time, the curse must be broken. If they win the final fight, they'll banish the malevolent force forever. But if they lose, their family line ends…and they unleash hell on Earth.

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Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?

I have a couple. My ten-year-old niece Janie inspired the character of Harper, the six-year-old sister of teens Beck, Gid, and Lex. Unlike Janie, Harper has three older brothers instead of sisters. I also dedicated the book to her. She didn’t quite understand what that meant and asked if was only included in her copy. When I explained the dedication was in every book, she got pretty excited.

Soon after I completed The Power of Three, two of the characters told me their story wasn’t finished. Oldest brother Gid and his boyfriend Aiden are the focus of a short story entitled A Ghostly Promise. It’s included in All the Promises We Cannot Keep, a FREE anthology releasing in November. Their tale takes place seven years after The Power of Three, and I’m honored they allowed me a glimpse into their future.

What is something unique/quirky about you?

My youngest son was obsessed with Legos when he was little—seriously, we could open a Lego store with his vast collection. That’s when I learned I love building Legos. And still do. I turn on an audiobook and dive in. They give my brain a break from all the clutter swirling around. I recently built a 1700+ piece tuxedo cat. Our cat is a tuxedo named Bond (he prefers his catnip shaken, not stirred), and of course he stretched out across the pieces while I was trying to build. I managed to get a picture of him with the finished Lego cat—something that wasn’t an easy feat. You cat people know what I mean.

Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in The Power of Three?

The title refers to three brothers—Gideon, Beckett, and Alexander Teller. They’re very close in age, and their mom decided those names were a mouthful when they were younger, and she was kid wrangling. Gid, Beck, and Lex roll off the tongue much easier.

Beck is my main character. As the middle brother he occasionally serves as a referee between Gid and Lex, a role he hates. Nothing makes him happier than books, and he works part time in a bookstore—which naturally has a cat named Mr. Darcy. The only thing that could distract him from reading would be a certain girl he meets during the story.

Gid is headstrong and highly protective of people he cares about. He tends to act before he thinks. Discussion and planning generally fall to the wayside. Don’t speak to him in the mornings until he’s had at least three cups of coffee. Gid may be a hothead, but he’s someone you want on your side when everything goes off the rails. He’s never had much luck with relationships, but his life changes after he’s set up on a blind date with a cute guy.

Lex is…Lex. He believes life is meant to be enjoyed. Snarky comments pour out of him like a waterfall. He and Gid have a …combative history, but both will pound anyone who threatens their brothers. His charm and sense of humor attract girls, and flirting is as natural to him as breathing. But only one girl holds his attention—Harper, his little sister. His hair color changes monthly based on the shades she chooses.

Harper has all three of her big brothers wrapped around her six-year-old finger. They attend her tea parties—in proper attire, of course, and she does their nails, makeup, and hair (see the reference to Lex’s hair color above). Gid, Beck, and Lex would lay down their lives for her if needed—and they may have to in The Power of Three.

EXCERPT

My gaze slid to the headstone beside them. Macie Williams Teller. It looked like Cousin Macie had been their mother. How sad that she’d outlived all three of her children. The pain she’d experienced must have been unfathomable, and she’d lost her sons on the same day. I imagined Mom losing two of us like that. It would destroy her. Dad, too. Sure, they’d still have two of us left, but a loss like that rips your soul apart, and it never quite fits back together the way it once did.

On the other side of Macie’s grave was Thomas Teller, who I presumed was her husband. He’d passed away five years before their sons. My heart ached for Macie. She’d lost her husband and children far too early, then lived in this big house all alone until she died last year.

I turned and once again looked over the sea of graves before me. Dozens and dozens of them. Dad was an only child and beyond his parents, I’d never really known any other family on his side. But this branch of the Tellers wasn’t a small family by any means. All these people were related to me in some way. According to Macie’s attorney, my father was the last of the Tellers.

What happened to this family?


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About the Author


Teri Polen is the author of young adult horror, science fiction, and fantasy novels. Sarah, her debut novel, was a horror finalist in the 2017 Next Generation Indie Book Awards. ReadFREE.ly named Subject A36 one of the 50 Best Indie Books of 2020. An avid reader, movie watcher, and chocolate lover, Teri lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband and Feline Overlord, Bond. Visit her at TeriPolen.com or on Instagram @Tpolen6

 

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Monday, November 4, 2024

P.O.O.F. Happens

Can’t find love? Love will find you and poof into your life.

 

P.O.O.F. Happens

Twilight Temptations Book 1

By D.G. Carothers

Genre: LGBTQ Urban Fantasy, M/M Paranormal Romance


Can’t find love? Love will find you and poof into your life.


Greetings, Nozzag here, an Agent of P.O.O.F. and one of the dedicated caretakers for the Creator of Important Nexuses. It has been over a century since we last shared some of the success stories we helped initiate.

For the first time since the Uprising, we are thrilled to present a new collection of Twilight Temptations tales. Launching this series is a story I hold dear and one that almost didn't come to fruition. Without further delay, I present to you Pako and David.

Pako – Orc, Fashion Model, Boy, and tired of being walked on—literally.

David – Elf, Human Social Worker, Daddy, and too overworked to be looking for love.

Pako represents what David needs to remember about slowing down, while David embodies what Pako must remember about self-love. However, without a gentle push from fate via the Creator of Important Nexuses, their paths may never cross.

P.O.O.F. Happens is the first in a new series set in the world of Bloodlines of Fate. These are instalove, high heat, low angst stories that will feature different kinds of creatures and a guaranteed HEA.

 

Excerpt One

Pako POV

Donning a loose-fitting tunic-style shirt and my favorite sandals, I made my way back out of the too-quiet trailer. As soon as I closed the door, the trailer erupted in chatter. One thing I made out as I got as far away as I could was, “Whoever thought it was a good idea to let monsters grace the cover of ezines should be shot.”

I was pretty sure it was the damn elf, but knowing didn’t stop me from physically cringing at being called a monster. Muscles burned as my whole body tensed abruptly with the instinctive urge to rip my claws into their smug faces. Who was he to call me a monster? It wasn’t like his species had a squeaky-clean past. No one did. All species, from elves to dragons to humans to unicorns, for ancestors’ sake, had all done things they weren’t proud of.

I closed my eyes and took a slow breath in, letting the sound of the ocean soothe my frayed temper. A monster was a being who was evil, immoral, and scary. Anyone could be a monster, but all things that defined a monster, in my opinion, were internal, not external. The most gorgeous creature you’d ever seen could be a monster. It had nothing to do with looks or species but everything to do with heart or lack thereof.

Swamped with a heaviness that was as much emotional as physical, my heart calmed with my breath. Feeling more centered, I moved to lean against the agency van and waited for the driver to return. With the sun fully set, the beach and ocean became dark, ominous things for those who couldn’t see past the lights that lined the top of the beach area. But for those of us who had superior night vision, the beach only appeared as it did on those days when clouds covered the sky from end to end.

I wasn’t alive when the vampires led The Uprising and took control of this dimension from the humans. But I’d seen plenty of pictures in the archives to know what Earth, as the humans had called it, looked like before. I much preferred the more harmonious balance between nature and modern technology the cities had adopted after The Uprising.

I stared out across the sand. An eerie glow shone through the water, an indication of the flora that was transplanted from the Shadow dimension to help cleanse the ocean. Lights flickered from an island a little north of us, but a flash of something caught my attention on the sand. Water washed over it but as the wave receded, it sparkled again. Curious, I pushed off the van and jogged back to the water’s edge.

I lost the sparkle, but as the next wave fell back into the ocean, I saw it again to my left. I crouched and swiped some sand away from the small object. The next wave came and I snatched the object out of the sand before it got covered again. I opened my hand, flicked more sand away, and with the next wave, washed the round bit of metal.

The now cleanish coin was gold with an embossed unicorn on one side and the number one on the other in draconian. I didn’t recognize some of the other symbols, but I knew one place I could go to find out more about it.

Excerpt Two

David POV

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since I had gone to the bank before I got a knock at my door inviting me to that night’s Gala event. Work had been busy, as always, so I didn’t have much time to dwell on the coin. Since the king decreed two years back that all the human resistance cells be disbanded and all the children saved, the whole human abandoned children system had been restructured.

I worked in the department that oversaw the money management of the centers and ensured that the money was used appropriately or that I got money if needed for special projects, which meant sometimes organizing charity events, not unlike this Gala. Mercifully, I didn’t have to wear a tux for this one. I decided to show more of my true style than some façade that melted away after the first or second date. I’ve lived too long for those kinds of pretenses, especially when it came to my love life.

Elves were almost as blind to their mates as humans were. Almost, but not quite. Usually, once an elf laid hands on their mate or kissed them, something inside clicked together and instincts told you that this was a compatible person. Elves, like humans, also did not mate for life unless, of course, they mated to one of the species that did. A lot of species did, and I wasn’t against mating for life, but so far, I haven’t found anyone worth that kind of commitment.

I leaned against the bar while I waited for my frozen pina colada. I took a gander down the bar on either side of me and didn’t see anyone that appeared interesting. The bartender placed the frosty glass of pineapple and coconut goodness in front of me, complete with a little umbrella and curly straw. I inclined my head in thanks and took a sip, being mindful of not wanting brain freeze. I had a bad habit of drinking any frozen drink too fast. What could I say? I was a masochist at times.

A tingling sensation spread across my back, and I knew someone was staring at my backside. My tight jeans and cinched waist did make it pop. I turned my torso leisurely to see if I could catch whoever was looking at me. I got a flash of green and white before couples standing at the various tables got in the way. I craned my neck, getting on my toes, fully turned around now, and tried to see. Someone moved through the crowd rapidly, but it looked like they were heading out. I shrugged. It must not have been someone I would have been interested in if they were leaving.

I grabbed my drink from the bar and wove through the crowd to the side area and a bunch of couches. Several couples were making out and one was half-naked, enjoying a little more than some spit-swapping. I sat in the corner of the loveseat and stretched my legs out, crossing them at the ankles. I was of the mindset that I’d people watch for a while and if someone caught my fancy, I’d approach them, or maybe someone would come talk to me. I was flexible with either.

I took another sip of my drink, letting the cold liquid cool off some of my nerves. An imp popped into view next to the couch with a slight bow.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Ralorie, but we’ve just been informed that your possible match will not be here tonight.” The imp clasped his hands behind him with a sincere look of regret.

I straightened, pulling my feet in, preparing to stand. “Oh. What do I do now? Should I wait for another Gala, or should I turn in my coin?”

“You’re welcome to stay if you like for as long as you like. You keep your coin until you’re matched. You’ll receive another invitation to another Gala when another potential match has appeared.”

“Alright then. I guess that’s it.” I stood. “I might as well go home.”

“We do apologize, Mr. Ralorie. Whenever you’re ready, you can go to the lobby, and the concierge will portal you home.” The imp bowed again and disappeared.

I stood, drink still in hand. I might as well take it with me.

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About the Author

Within the shimmering guise of a mortal walks D.G. Carothers, a dragon of cunning intellect. A weaver of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy tales, this enigmatic being revels in crafting narratives that dance between realms.

D.G. stands resolute in their commitment to unfurling tales unfettered by constraints. For in their eyes, love transcends all boundaries, a truth woven into the very fabric of their creations.

 

 

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Catbird

Inspired by true events, is a poignant fable about a woman, her husband and a Catbird, set against the backdrop of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Reflecting on global conflicts and human resilience, the book offers a universal message of hope and solidarity in tumultuous times worldwide.

 

 Catbird

By Julia Marie Davis

Genre: Women’s Fiction, Current Affairs


With the immediacy of an op-ed and the narrative feel of a memoir, Catbird embodies the visceral response—angst and exasperating sense of helplessness inflamed by the distance between the will of the people and our national policy, and the bewilderment we feel—to the barbaric violence and violations of human rights happening in Ukraine. Set against the background of seasonal drama in the bird world, it has the sense of a fable, while still holding all the anxiety of the contemporary events we are living through, witnessing, mourning, and opposing.

Told in a series of micro-episodes, Davis channels the fears and fragility of the world order, mirroring the anxiety caused by a continual barrage of  contemporary conflicts we are living through: witnessing, mourning, opposing. A simple and straightforward story on the surface, Catbird expresses untold angst and an exasperating sense of helplessness. This feeling is inflamed by the distance between the will of the people, evolving national policies, and the bewilderment we feel—to the barbaric violence and the violations of human rights unfolding not just in Ukraine but elsewhere around the world.


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Catbird author Julia Marie Davis Author Discussion Guide

Why did you feel the novella was the best format for the story you wanted to tell with "Catbird"? The fictional novella format allowed me to write to the essence of the story, focusing on the intense emotions of the narrator and pivotal moments. My aim with "Catbird" was to create a powerful impact in a short space. The novella's lyrical, compact structure with its 24 sections helps to maintain a tight narrative, emphasizing the subtle interplay between the natural world, the human experience and the ever-unfolding world around us. Fictionalizing what began as a true event and characters allowed me to shape the characters in a way that created a more powerful narrative.

How do you think your novel illustrates the deep-rooted connection between nature and humanity? "Catbird" delves into the symbiotic relationship between nature and humanity, showing how our lives are intertwined with the natural world. The narrator in the novella finds solace, guidance, and reflection in nature; and in this story she turns to nature to help her understand the unfolding war in Ukraine – though it’s accidental and unfolds through the story.

What responsibility do you think artists and writers have to open up conversations about the effects of war on humanity? How do you try to do this with your writing? Artists and writers hold a unique position to mirror, challenge, and inspire societal change. As writers I believe we have a responsibility to shine a light on the profound effects of anything on humanity, in this case it was war; to humanize those impacted, and to question the narratives surrounding conflict. In "Catbird," I approach this by focusing on the personal aftermath of war, exploring how it reverberates through the lives of individuals like the narrator, the direct community of Ukraine, as well as anyone reacting to the sudden and unexpected invasion. Using an intimate storytelling method, I wanted to evoke empathy, to prompt readers to think critically about the human cost of war.

How did the current world conflicts in the real-life news inform your fiction writing? Current world conflicts have a way of seeping into the collective consciousness, shaping our fears, hopes, and understanding of the world. While writing "Catbird," I was deeply distraught by the contrast between the modern, peaceful life that Ukrainians were living, versus the utter destruction that was caused in the aftermath of this unfounded land-grabbing invasion. I was distraught that one man – Putin – could direct and cause such destruction. And

of course, living near New York City at the time, I was weary of another 9-1-1 type of experience or worse—and I have heard from others the same. What that puts together for all of us is a world that is influenced by the pervasive sense of uncertainty, cheered by the stories of resilience while also feeling the deep loss that emerges from these conflicts.

The Ukraine invasion seeped into my consciousness night and day during the first two months of that conflict and created the emotional tone of the novella, the decisions of the characters, and the broader themes of survival, displacement, and the quest for peace.

Can you tell us a little bit about your writing process? My writing process for "Catbird" was both structured and organic. The story unfolded as it came out, which is what happens when you are writing from a deeply unconscious place. I allowed the story to evolve naturally as I wrote. I always write first thing in the morning after I’d watched the news and sat on my front porch as the story unfolded in front of me. It was a process of discovery, where the story revealed itself layer by layer, day by day. I did minimal editing after it was written, keeping to the sparse style. In addition, I added the last section in February of 2024 after the death of Navalny, whom I took to be a symbol of hope for a more democratic Russian government. Russian is an enormous country to wide-ranging impact on the world; and if it had come under the control of someone like him, I would perhaps think that this unjust war would end. He’s somewhat controversial because at first he supported the annexation of Crimea, and that has upset many Ukrainian people; however is very real death for me at least, still marked the end of the hope that this and other invasive threats from Russian would end.

What authors or books inspire you and your writing? I'm inspired by authors who explore the complexities of human nature and the world around us. Writers like Annie Dillard, with her keen observations of nature. But I am deeply and wholly influenced by women writers who have changed the way novellas are shaped to mirror the interior workings of the mind; in particular, Virginia Woolf, in “Waves” and “To the Lighthouse” as well as Toni Morrison’s “Beloved” and “Citizen” by Claudia Rankin. These works are touchstones of artistic expression that distill the kind of emotional depth and narrative resonance I strive to achieve in my work.

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A veteran run Non-profit that supports troops in Ukraine

EXCERPT

Rat-a-tat-tat of machine guns ring in my ears and I shut off the morning news to sit on the porch, to check the weather, to soak in the early morning sun. I open the news app on my phone but try to limit myself to five minutes. Saturday morning. My husband is sleeping in.

According to a recent census, Russian is the native language of 29% of Ukrainians. Some of these people were bussed out of the area before the war, now barely being fed inside the invading country. My grandmother's parents were from Lomza, Poland, part of Russia in the 1880s, a crossroads, a multi-cultural place where various cultures and religions lived among one another. Why did they leave in 1900? I don't know. In 1944, the town was wiped out.

I know nothing of the Ukrainian past of my grandfather. I can feel the blood flow. That is all.

At the beginning of the war, the news chattered away about the sympathizers at the border. How many of them were packed up by Russia, taken from their homes and sent in busses to the mother country? As if they'd really asked for this.

No one talks about them now. The last thing we heard was they were given $120 in Russian money for food each week (or month) and housed somewhere.

Are they dead or alive? No one would know. They are inside. Banished to God-knows.

They are the ones, news reports say, who wanted to be part of Russia. As if they are to blame for this and not the social media propaganda run by Putin trolls.

I wonder what they think these months later as their houses are flattened by tanks, their land burned, ransacked. As they hear about crops and neighbors and relatives tortured, dying. As they watch their villages and towns fall to ash. Does it become personal, then?

An ad for light cotton sweaters floats across my phone screen, enticing me to click on Summer Linens. I am feckless—shopping online for white clothing, looking at lovely, quite clean-looking new dresses that I do not need—that I will later buy on sale for no occasion.

I am guilty of something.

Before my grandfather left to fight in World War II, he moved with my mother and her sister, and my grandmother moved every three months during the early days of the war. Training officers, my grandfather was a reservist who'd been called up, a thirty-eight-year-old Corporal.

I think of my mother now, making friends at ten years old, reinventing a new self every time she moved. An improved self, she told me later. Adapting a new accent. Feigning a new laugh. A new persona. Living in a motel cottage smaller than my bedroom. My mother hasn't forgotten this skill and sometimes I catch her being someone else, the memory seared into her cells. Her people, she says, were killed in the Holocaust. Not just Jews. Random Poles slaughtered just for helping, for being sympathetic, for hiding friends and neighbors.

Someone with my mother's genes is going to die today, is all I can think.

I look up at the pale sky, clouds float by and I can hear the surprise and the horror and the shells and see the bodies. I can feel their breath seeping out and trying to hold onto the air.

I see darkness in a lightened sky and wonder – when will it strike?

Are we next?

“Julia Davis’s Catbird is a lyric meditation on a wounded world, one where some of us are safe while horror and war ravage innocent women and children in a distant land. But are we safe? The narrator knows too keenly, and feels too sharply, to believe that we are. Davis writes viscerally and from the heart.”

—Dinty W. Moore, author of The Mindful Writer

“Julia Davis’s Catbird is an urgent, meaningful meditation on war, power, and fragility of the world. It’s 2022 and the invasion of Ukraine has begun. From her place of relative safety, Eve reads of the bombings, the fleeing families and abandoned crops as she ponders the corrupt desire for absolute power and fears she is witnessing the beginnings of World War III. Woven throughout this witnessing are images of the birds she watches in the trees around her house, making tangible the fragility we share in this time when the possibility of invasion threatens us all.”

—Karen Osborn, author of Centerville, Patchwork (a New York Times Notable Book of the Year), Between Earth and Sky, and The River Road

“As a woman of color cheering for those who wish to survive any and all wars against us I hope you read this book with the fear yet compassion it shares."

—nikki giovanni, New York Times best selling and Emmy-award nominated author of Bicycles: Love Poems (2009), The Nikki Giovanni Poetry Collection (2004), and Make Me Rain: Poems & Prose (2020)

 

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About the Author


Julia Marie Davis 
is an American poet and novelist. Julia's writing has appeared in The Bangalore Review, The Dillydoun Review, New Note Poetry, Moonstone Arts Center's Nasty Women's Anthology , and TaintTaintTaint Literary Magazine. She holds a BA in English from Boston College and an MFA in Creative Writing from Fairfield University. Her novella, CATBIRD (2024, Middle Creek Publishing & Audio) weaves a fictional narrative with Russia's invasion of Ukraine, delivering a poignant lyrical message of hope and resilience in the face of global turmoil.

 

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