Release Blitz ~ The Commanders’ Mate by Grace Goodwin

 

 

Title: The Commanders’ Mate
Series: Interstellar Brides #2
Author: Grace Goodwin
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2019

 

Blurb
Commander
Karter is a Prillon Warrior. His first duty is to protect his people, to defend
the Coalition worlds from a fate too terrible to comprehend. Battle is his
life. His heart. He fights. He has never once been selfish enough to believe he
deserved an Interstellar Bride. Until he’s matched at the worst possible time.
Astronomer
Erica Roberts has always dreamed of seeing the stars. Volunteering as an
Interstellar Bride is a win-win, not only will she be able to see the galaxy,
but she’s more than ready to take on the two alien warriors she’s been
promised. She’s all in. But when she transports directly into the aftermath of
a battle, she quickly learns this won’t be an easy match. Her two commanders
are torn between battling the Hive and battling their need for her.
If a new
Hive weapon can destroy a Coalition battlegroup in the space of a single
heartbeat, what will it do to Commander Karter’s match? And how is he and his
second supposed to keep their mate safe if they can’t even save themselves?

 

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Excerpt

 

“Ms.
Roberts, your testing is complete.”
That voice.
Damn it, I knew that voice, but I didn’t want to come back. I wanted to stay
with my mates. “My mates.” I hated the choking pain I heard in my own voice,
but I couldn’t stop the protest. No one had ever touched me like that, made me
feel like I was his, no their, world.
“All in
good time, Ms. Roberts.” That matter-of-fact tone brought me fully back to
reality, and I recognized the firm press of the testing chair beneath me. This
place, it was like going to the dentist, a necessary evil. But this was no
ordinary dentist’s chair. I was locked down, wrists, waist and ankles secured
with padded buckles like I was some kind of dangerous criminal.
But then,
sometimes the women in this chair were criminals. Just not me. I was a
volunteer. I had nothing left on this rock called Earth. After I’d caught my
ex-fiancé sleeping with my roommate, I’d dumped his ass and taken the new job
at the observatory on the big island of Hawaii, thinking the stars I loved so
much would distract me from what a low-life loser I’d almost married.
Instead,
those small twinkling lights had called to me. I had been staring up at the
stars for almost as long as I could remember, the obsession never leaving me,
not even when I graduated after finishing my Masters and started my career in
astronomy. Fifteen years ago, when I’d gotten my first telescope for my
birthday, actually going out there hadn’t been an option. There was no space
travel. No aliens. Nothing. We’d been alone in the universe.
But now?
Now we humans knew the truth. Earth was one of almost three hundred planets
being protected by the Interstellar Coalition Fleet. Without the Coalition,
Earth would fall prey to the Hive, a scary-as-fuck race of freakish biosynthetic
cyborgs that consumed new races and new planets to feed their never-ending need
to expand. Grow. Conquer.
They
reminded me of the Borg from Star Trek, but I kept that opinion to myself at
the office. Hell, everywhere. Half of the people thought the whole thing was a
hoax and conspiracy to convince humanity to send sacrificial lambs up into
space for freakish alien breeding programs, or as expendable soldiers for
nothing but suicide missions.
I didn’t
believe the conspiracy theory websites. Not just because my mother was a NASA
engineer and knew more about what was going on than most, but because there
were a handful of warriors who’d come home after serving their two years. I’d
made a point of tracking them down, reading their interviews, visiting as many
as I could, as many as would talk to me. I wanted to know about the other
worlds. What sort of animals roamed these unknown planets? What type of plants
and terrain would I see? What did the aliens who populated those worlds look
like? What did they eat? What were their customs? I wanted to know everything.
But all
they ever talked about was war. PTSD on a massive scale. Whatever was out
there, it was bad. Those who would talk to me—once I used my own university
credentials to convince them I was not a fanatic or an all-around crazy
person—talked of little but the battlefields, and the enemy.
As
terrifying as the Hive sounded, I wanted to know everything. But I wanted to
know how the other Coalition races lived, not just how they died. War was war.
It sucked. But what were all those alien warriors fighting to protect?
Guess I’d
find out, assuming the testing had worked. I sure as hell hoped it had. I was
not small, which my ex had taken great pleasure in pointing out as often as
possible. I was tall to start with, as tall as a lot of men, and yes—I was
carrying a bit of extra weight. But I loved my body. The softness of my
stomach, my extra-large breasts. Skinny girls didn’t get the goods, and I had
them in spades. Boobs. Ass. Boom-baby. I didn’t want to go home, back to work,
back to my normal life. I would never be the same again, not after this. Not
after them. The two mates in the dream. They weren’t mine, but still. Wow.
Now I was
addicted, needed two men, two cocks. Dirty talk and four hands and hard, hot
fucking. Lots and lots of cum that would make me—
Shit.
“Ms.
Roberts? Can you hear me?” She sounded impatient now, the woman I could sense
looming over me. She wasn’t mean, just… efficient. I wanted to linger in that
magical place, stuffed full of two hard cocks and more love than I’d ever felt
in my entire…
“Erica, do
you need a doctor?”
Damn. “No.
I’m fine.” I opened my eyes and blinked, taking in the testing room. Sweat
coated my skin, the orgasm that had been just a dream lingered, my skin warm,
my nipples hard, my heart racing.
But was it
all about the sex?
No, my mind
would not let go of exactly what those warriors had promised to their mate.
Cum. Seed. Baby.
On Earth, I
couldn’t even find a man who wanted to have sex with me. Those who weren’t
afraid of my height were freaked the fuck out by my…
“Erica, are
you sure you’re all right?” Warden Egara asked, coming to stand before me.
“You’re taking a bit longer than usual to come out of the testing phase.”
Testing
phase? Was that what they called intense orgasms around here?
“Sorry, I
just didn’t want to come back yet. It was just getting good.”

 

 

Author Bio
Grace
Goodwin is a USA Today and international bestselling author of Sci-Fi &
Paranormal romance. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses,
in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to
make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of. Grace
hates the snow, loves the mountains (yes, that’s a problem) and wishes she
could simply download the stories out of her head instead of being forced to
type them out. Grace lives in the western US and is a full-time writer, an avid
romance reader and an admitted caffeine addict.

 

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Release Blitz ~ A Lesson in Thorns by Sierra Simone

 

 

A Lesson In Thorns (Thornchapel #1) by Sierra Simone
Cover Reveal: March 13th
Release Date: March 21st
Cover Designer: Hang Le
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Blurb
Once upon a time, six children stumbled upon a wild place hidden deep in the moors, shrouded by secrets and fog. There we played a game among the roses and the thorns that would change us forever, that would follow us the rest of our lives. A game that ended with a hard kiss in the rain and tattered flower petals fluttering from above…

And twelve years later, we’re back.

The heir.
The dreamer.
The priest.
The genius.
The socialite.
The saint.

I’m not going to dream of a forgotten place covered in thorns every night.
I won’t be enchanted by Thornchapel and its glossy, glamorous people. I’m not going to fall in love or have my heart torn in two.

I’m not telling the truth.

Because as this place slowly tightens its coil of secrets and thorns around us, as we uncover the knotted mysteries that grow here, the six of us begin to unravel into filthy, holy pleasure and pain. Fulfilling the promise we once made as children in those whispering ruins, and awakening a fate that will either anoint us or leave us in ashes…

 

 

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Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.

 

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Book Blitz ~ Beneath the Broken Moon: Season One by Sarah Mäkelä #Giveaway

Beneath the Broken Moon: Season One
Sarah Mäkelä
Publication date: March 18th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Carmela she struggles to choose between the alpha werewolf she’s destined for and the vampire she’s enchanted by, but the wrong decision could lead to deadly consequences…

Werewolf relationships are all about influence and offspring, especially as the species is becoming extinct. Carmela Santiago resents that type of life. She dreams of falling in love and being happy, not following the dismal example her parents have set.

When sensual vampire Derek Ashmore rescues her from dangerous hunters, she tumbles head over heels for him. Not a wise decision since werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies.

Meeting her caring mate-to-be Brendan Kelly has her further questioning the future. Regardless, her life has forever changed now that she’s met not one, but two men who pull at her heartstrings…

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Carmela

Bullets peppered the big screen of the Teatro de la Noche. Screams rang out around me, and I dropped to the floor, pulling my cousin Chandra down with me. Tension ached in my shoulders, and my heart pounded in my chest like a trapped animal, desperate to escape.

Gunpowder stung my sensitive nose, but through the overpowering scent, I caught a whiff of a hunter heading our way. “Chandra, we have to move.”

If Chandra and I didn’t get out of here we’d end up dead—or worse, test subjects for the Cazador—human hunters ordered to scour the land of nocturnes by the plutocratic government.

“How? They’re all around us.” Chandra peeked over the seats before dropping back down beside me. “A few of them are chasing down those who ran from the first assault, but two more are heading straight for us.” She ran a manicured hand through her honey-brown hair, which was only a shade darker than my own. “Come on. I have a plan. Let’s try to sneak out the side door.” She crawled in the opposite direction, down the row of seats.

The sight of my cousin’s butt cheeks hanging out of her short skirt filled my vision; some things were better left unseen. I lowered my gaze, particularly since Chandra had forgone panties. She almost always held herself with an air of power and purpose. Perhaps that’s what it took to get attention from other werewolves. Chandra got it in heaps, but her lower social status stopped a lot of relationships.

While it was a horrible time to second-guess my modest fashion sense, I couldn’t help wonder if I should take a lesson from my cousin. My own blouse and dark blue jeans had much less pizzazz. But I doubted my father would allow me to dress like Chandra; we had a privileged image to uphold.

I bit my lip, struggling to turn my thoughts back to the problem at hand. This was all too much. How could we get out of here unscathed when the roar of gunfire continued to close in?

We reached the end of the aisle. Chandra moved to glance over the seat, when a shout came from the opposite end, startling us both.

“Run, Chandra!” I barely kept my voice to a whisper.

She sprinted toward the bright red exit sign at the front of the theater, and I chased after her, trying to keep my pace natural though her long legs made it challenging. Maybe if they suspected we weren’t nocturnes, they’d leave us alone.

The stomping of heavy boots on the theater’s plush carpets said otherwise. Then again, they weren’t opposed to taking their fellow humans down too. The very rich in power thrived on oppressing those less fortunate. What better way to keep the populace down than to have their thugs strike whenever possible.

“We should split up.” Chandra shoved a heavy trashcan in front of the door, but that wouldn’t be much of an obstacle to the pseudo-military bastards.

“What?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “No way. If we do that, we’ll—” The trashcan scraped the cement as the hunters tried to open the door. Maybe she was right. If we were together, there was a better chance of them catching us both. Alone, we might survive the night.

I nodded to her, and we took off in opposite directions down the alleyway behind the Teatro. The door slammed open, smacking the wall hard, as I turned the corner and headed toward the main street. I had to find somewhere to hide out before the hunters spotted me again.

In front of me, another group of Cazador chased a few werewolves down the main road. I slowed to keep my distance from them, but if I didn’t get somewhere fast, they were going to catch me. Ugh. As much as I loved getting out of the house and going to the movies, I wished I’d listened to my instincts tonight and stayed home.

Two sets of feet pounded the sidewalk behind me. Perhaps they’d spotted me before I reached the corner.

I picked up speed a little, pumping my arms as I struggled to keep to a human speed while staying out of range. The temptation to race through the streets nearly drove me to action, but I glanced back, seeing my pursuers for the first time.

One of the men had greying hair and a rounded belly, which explained the slower, heavier footfalls, while the other guy appeared younger and super-athletic. No wonder I was having trouble getting away. If he hadn’t been so scary, he might’ve been attractive. Pure masculine aggression raged through him, tensing his shoulders as his gaze focused solely on me, his prize. Each man carried a large-caliber handgun. I was just glad they were too busy running to try to shoot me…for now, at least.

My sandal hit an uneven patch of concrete in the sidewalk. My body lurched forward, but I caught myself before I could go down. I should’ve been paying more attention to the street. Up ahead on the opposite side of the road, I spotted a dark alleyway running alongside a row house. If I cut through, I could safely turn up the speed without exposing myself, and lose them.

The older hunter slowed; his breathing had become increasingly labored. He cocked his revolver’s hammer, and I darted across the empty road, making a beeline for the alley. The last thing I wanted tonight was to see Dr. Matthews. Just a little bit farther. A bullet smacked the ground at my feet, hitting me with fragments of pavement. I bit back a yelp, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing my fear.

“I got this one, old kook,” the younger hunter grumbled, and his footsteps slowed too.

Another gunshot pierced the hazy night air. White-hot pain rocked my shoulder, nearly toppling me to the ground. I screamed, unable to hold it in, and picked up speed, no longer caring if I appeared human or not. The faint creak of a door barely registered before a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, jerking me inside the dark row house.

My rescuer softly shut the door, careful not to make a sound, and shoved a hand over my mouth. “Sshhh,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. You’re safe.” His voice was deep, with an English accent. He pulled me away from the door and hunched down in the darkened room, holding me close, waiting and listening.

Agony clouded my thoughts, but I couldn’t let myself lose focus.

Footsteps thundered through the side alley. I stiffened at the sound. The hunters’ harsh voices and the clanking of metal were the only differences between them and a herd of cattle. They made no attempt to disguise themselves, taking delight in the fear they provoked. The Cazador weren’t true predators, but they held power over their fellow humans and the weaker of the nocturnes.

I stayed silent in my mysterious savior’s arms. Thoughts of my cousin Chandra sparked inside my mind. She was still out there. What if the Cazador found her and killed her as they’d tried to kill me?

This man had saved my life. I needed to do the same for my kin.

His large hand flexed slightly, crushing my mouth. I placed my hand against his wrist, hoping he’d release me, since I no longer heard the disgusting Cazador who hunted me like an animal. How had I gotten myself into this mess?

Shifting my weight, I groaned as my shoulder brushed against his smooth chest, my arm hanging limply by my side. The bullet must be impairing my movement. I doubted even shifting into wolf form would fix this right now. What was I supposed to do? Not even my people were immune to blood loss.

The scent of death crept into my nostrils, which could only mean one thing: my savior was a vampire. In this weakened state, he could easily end my life, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

But why would he save me? Maybe he required his next meal. An icy shiver slithered down the length of my spine. For the first time, I felt real fear.

If only I’d insisted on returning home from the Teatro sooner instead of catching the night’s second movie, we wouldn’t have been there for the raid. Already my energy waned due to the rocky power of the three raging moons. The added exertion of running from the Cazador and getting shot strained my body even more.

Somehow, the Cazador had known nocturnes frequented the Teatro. Who would give that kind of information away? Wolves wanted the same pleasures in life that humans desired.

My savior readjusted his grip on me, brushing against my upper back. I swallowed a scream, unwilling to alert anyone who might be listening outside this man’s home. This vampire’s home. Clenching my teeth, I pulled at the vampire’s wrist. I would not be his victim.

He remained steadfast, proving my weakness. “Don’t scream. Don’t run. Don’t do anything that would force me to hurt you, because I’ve had a lot of practice.” His crisp voice caressed my ear, and his breath moved tendrils of light brown hair, tickling the flesh on my neck. “Do you understand?”

While he meant the words as a threat, I couldn’t help the way my body responded to his intensity. I nodded, forcing my thoughts back into place. If he attacked, I needed to remember my Militia training.

The vampire released me, but he stayed still, as if waiting for my next move.

Slowly and carefully, I scooted away and turned to face him. My eyes had gradually adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see more clearly in the dimly lit room than a human would. What a sight he was. I brushed my fingertips over my sore lips.

Crouching in the shadows, he wore a navy-blue dress shirt with the buttons undone to show off his pale, sculpted chest, and dark jeans that snugly fit his long legs. I’d only seen a few vampires, and none of them had looked this exquisite.

My eyes widened as he ran a hand through his shoulder-length black hair. His gaze had dropped to my lips, and I lowered my hand. Hunger burned in his deep blue eyes; I prayed it wasn’t bloodlust.

What was I thinking? Our species didn’t see eye to eye on anything except survival. The Feud between vampires and werewolves had raged on for centuries now, since well before bickering humans shot the moon with a nuke after a resource dispute and nearly killed the world’s population. Little did my ancestors know just how much and how fast the world would change. Instead of bridging the gap, vamps and wolves had grown even further apart. No one remembered what or whom first started the divide, but neither race spent any effort on diplomatic relations.

Kill or be killed.

I took a deep breath and sat a little straighter. With space between us, my fear lessened. The Militia had taught me to defend myself against hunters and other nocturnes. They made sure I wouldn’t be easy prey for the enemy. Of course—they preferred to have my womb protected, since it ensured our race would live on.

Bitterness soured my taste buds, and the urge to spit overwhelmed me.

Admittedly, vampires were the hardest foes to defeat, and I couldn’t practice my skills much these days. Not with Father keeping me almost literally a prisoner in my own home.

But if I had to fight this vampire, I would go out having inflicted a lot of pain.

“Why did you help me?” I asked, keeping my gaze on the wall near his head. No way would I look into his eyes. While I was strong, I wasn’t stupid. His kind could easily manipulate, and I had no idea what he had in mind.

“I think it was your caramel-brown eyes, love.” He leaned into my line of sight, but I looked away. Instead, he closed the space between us in a heartbeat and gently stroked his index finger along my jaw.

The sudden intrusion on my personal space had me jerking away, but with my back so close to the wall, I had nowhere to run. “How could it have been my eyes?” I crossed my good arm under my breasts, but that drew his attention down to my chest. Not what I’d intended. “I’m sure you couldn’t have seen them while I was running from the hunters.”

With a sensual swipe of his tongue, he licked his lips. His gaze lifted to meet mine, but I quickly averted my eyes. “You caught me.”


Author Bio:

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance author and a life-long paranormal fan who still sleeps with a night light. In her spare time, she reads sexy books, watches scary movies, and plays computer games with her husband. When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too.

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Book Blitz ~ For the Reign by Debbie Cassidy #Giveaway

For the Reign
Debbie Cassidy
(For the Blood #3)
Publication date: March 19th 2019
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Reverse Harem, Urban Fantasy

It’s hardly a fair race when you’re racing against time.

The Fangs and I have the answers we were looking for, but for me those answers come with a death sentence. But I’ll be damned if I got out easy. I’ll be damned if I go out before I can see our mission through.

Just as I’m coming to terms with my fate, hope drops into my lap like a succulent fruit. But hope can be deceptive, and I’m not one for putting all my eggs into on basket. The mission must remain my focus, but with obstacles stacking up, getting to the finish line may just take some divine intervention, but the cost…The cost might be more than I’m willing to pay.

The Vampire Diaries meets The Walking Dead in this Post-Apocalyptic Urban Fantasy with a slow burn Whychoose Romance

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Author Bio:

Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.

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Release Blitz ~ Trust the Push by Kaylee Ryan #Giveaway

 

Title: Trust the Push
Author: Kaylee Ryan
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2019

 

Blurb
I’m making strides in the world of dirt late model
racing.  With back to back championships under my belt, I’m determined
to win a third and be the youngest driver in history to do so.  I’m
going to make it happen my career is my focus.  That is until the
ultimate distraction in the form of a redheaded bombshell drops into my life.
I know nothing about racing, but when my boss comes to me
with a special assignment, I take it.  Now, here I am traveling from
city to city engrossed in this new world.  I never would have dreamed
that this project would lead me to new friendships and ultimately finding love.
We made a deal, our time together would expire, and we would
part ways.  The only problem with that is I’m not so sure that’s what
I want anymore. She’s pushing at my walls, and I’m trusting her, letting
them fall.
It’s a shame we put an end date on our time together.  I
knew I would fall for him, but I never dreamed that those feelings would run
this deep.  The plan was to walk away, that’s what we agreed to, it’s
just going to be harder than I thought.  I need a new plan one that
helps me move on without him.
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Kaylee Ryan is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling
author.  When she’s not spinning tales of happily ever after, she’s
reading or spending time with family.  Born and raised an Ohio girl,
Kaylee resides in Cincinnati with her husband and their son.
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Release Blitz ~ Play To Win by Kelly Jamieson

He only plays to win…
Play to Win by Kelly Jamieson is now live!

Meet the Wynns—a hockey dynasty built on family, money, and drama. From USA Today bestselling author Kelly Jamieson, the first novel in a new series is a total win-win.“Kelly Jamieson is an auto-buy for me.”—Carly Phillips

After an injury forced Théo Wynn to give up professional hockey, he turned to his second love: numbers. Now, as the general manager of his grandfather’s NHL team, the Los Angeles Condors, Théo is dying to prove to the rest of his family—especially the brother who betrayed him—that he’s just as successful as the rest of them. If only Théo had a gorgeous woman on his arm to complete the picture. . . .

Lacey Olson needs to get out of Las Vegas right now, thanks to her no-good, crooked brother. When a handsome stranger who’s out partying with friends comes to her rescue in the cocktail lounge where she works, they strike up a conversation that leads to a crazy plan: her leaving with Théo for L.A. tomorrow. A few drinks later, the idea gets even crazier: a quickie marriage that works for both of them.

But back in California, Lacey immediately turns Théo’s precise, well-ordered life into one big beach party. And before long, she’s tempting him with her smart mouth, sexy body, and sunny charm. The last thing Théo needs is a real relationship to distract him. Because he only plays to win. . . .

About Kelly Jamieson

Kelly Jamieson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 40 romance novels and novellas.

Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. She likes black coffee, white wine and high heels…and of course cheering on her Winnipeg Jets during hockey season!

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Release Blitz ~ The Brightest Darkness by Kate L. Mary

Title: The Brightest Darkness
Author: Kate L Mary
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic/Zombie
Publisher: Twisted Press
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Publication Date: March 18th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
 
Blurb:
There was something evil living in Andrew. I’d seen it in his eyes, reflecting back at me like a spotlight. It was the brightest darkness I’d ever seen, bright enough to snuff every one of us out…
 
Still reeling from loss, Kellan and Regan set out to rescue Harper from Andrew and his men. Only now they aren’t just fighting to free a teenage girl, they’re fighting to keep a promise to the man who saved them, knowing if they fail, Harper won’t be the only one at risk.
 
Joining forces with a new group means having help and making friends, but it also brings new conflict and the risk of losing everything they’ve worked to build over the last night years. With zombies banging at their door and the threat of danger around every corner, Regan and Kellan will have to fight to keep their world secure and their secret from getting out.
 
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 Kate L. Mary is an award-winning author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, ranging from Post-apocalyptic tales of the undead, to Speculative Fiction and Contemporary Romance. Her YA book, When We Were Human, was the 2015 Children’s Moonbeam Book Awards Silver Medal Winner for Young Adult Fantasy/Sci-Fi Fiction, and the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Winner for Young Adult Science Fiction, and her dystopian novel, Outliers, was a Top 10 Finalist in the 2018 Author Academy Awards for Sci-Fi/Fantasy, and the Winner in the 2018 Kindle Book Awards for Sci-Fi/Fantasy.

 
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