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Blurred Lines

by KD Williamson

cover_Blurred-Lines_500x800Kelli MacCabe is a no nonsense detective with a tough exterior. Only a select few know her as a loyal, loving friend. Committed to her family, her friends, and her job, Kelli puts her needs behind everyone else’s.

As a surgeon, Nora Whitmore is used to being in control. The hospital is her life and leaves room for little else. Respected by her colleagues, but misunderstood by the residents, Nora takes what she needs and keeps everyone at arm’s length. In the process, she creates unexpected enemies.

Tragedy brings them together. As chaos grows around them, the lines between them begin to blur. Despite being from different worlds, friendship grows between them, turning quickly to attraction. Will these two strong, independent women find a way to deal with their individual baggage? Or will they be overcome by it?

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First Blood

by JD Glass

cover_First-Blood_500x800Samantha Cray has a secret hidden in her blood: she is the Wielder, destined to become one of the Circle—a group dedicated to the Light, who fight the Dark in all its manifest forms.

After a tragedy, Samantha decides to stay in Europe where she learns not only the secrets of her blood, but of the world as we know it, and when her best friend, Fran, visits her in London, she not only joins the Circle, too, she becomes so much more than a friend.

Together they must learn and learn fast, not just who to fight, but how to fight, because the Dark will stop at nothing…

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by Jove Belle

cover_Cake_500x800Kelly and Elana’s relationship is a recipe for disaster. First, they meet at a wedding, and that never works. Second, Kelly’s older brother is marrying Elana’s ex-lover. And third, Elana is still painfully, undeniably in love with said ex.

When it comes to other people’s lives, Elana Verdad is an expert. As a licensed psychologist and life coach, she helps people overcome obstacles. Her own life, on the other hand, is a disaster. Her lover left her for a man, so she drove over his mailbox accidentally on purpose. Now, not only did the judge take away her driver’s license, he also assigned her to community service at the local women’s prison. In what may be her worst idea ever, Elana decides to crash their wedding.

Kelly Miller may not understand her brother’s rush to marry his girlfriend, but when he asks her to bake his wedding cake, it’s not as if she can refuse. She’s in the catering business after all. At the wedding, she meets a beautiful, complicated, and seriously damaged woman. Although Kelly knows it’s crazy, she’s drawn to her nonetheless.

Despite the reasons they shouldn’t be together, there’s still an undeniable something between them. All they need is a chance to enjoy their slice of the cake.

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by Eve Francis

cover_Fragile_500x800At twenty-four, college graduate Carly Rogers finds herself still living with her cold and distant mother and her teenage half-sister, Cynthia. As Carly moves from one minimum wage job to another, she reads books alone in her room, reconnects with her best friend, Landon, and takes care of her great aunt Dorothy on the weekends. Her life is quiet and nonthreatening – until she meets Ashley at her new job.

Ashley is a fun, energetic, and intelligent woman who has been forced to leave her old life behind due to a medical condition. Through work, and the start of their own book club, each shares her past and her hopes for the future. When change comes, Carly is forced to make a decision. Does she stay where she thought she always belonged, or strive for something better? Is it possible for her and Ashley to build a new life without feeling like the fragile creatures everyone thinks they are?

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First Blood – Rise of the True Immortal

by Chelsea Ballinger


Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 2014
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My name is Jericho Evans.

I’m twenty-one years old.

I have no friends, no girlfriend, and no family.

And I’m dying.

These are the things Jericho has been telling himself every day since he was diagnosed with stage four Leukemia. His whole life, Jericho has felt alone and different from everyone else. Born in the woods and abandoned by his family with only a name tattooed on his arm, Jericho knows nothing of who he is.

That all changes when he meets Mathias, a stranger who claims to have all the answers for Jericho and the truth of whom and what he truly is.

Soon Jericho is thrown into a shadow war between vampires and discovers the real reason why he has always felt different. With the help of Mathias and his tribe of vampires including the mysterious and beautiful Sky, Jericho will rise and become the person he was meant to be.



Chapter 1

My name is Jericho Evans.

I’m twenty-one years old.

I have no friends, no girlfriend, and no family.

And I’m dying.

These thoughts have been running through Jericho’s head every day for the past three years, since he was diagnosed with Stage IV leukemia. When the doctor had first told him, he didn’t know what to feel. Granted he didn’t want to die, but he wasn’t really living either.

Jericho is an orphan; he has no parents, no nothing. He didn’t even have a last name until he was eighteen − he picked it out, once he was no longer a ward of the state. Other than an occasional hook up, Jericho’s had zero connection with people. As he’s always felt like he didn’t belong to this world, that maybe he was an alien separated from his home planet, when he heard the word “cancer,” he didn’t know whether to be mad, upset, or relieved.

Dying sucks, but so does living, for him. Then again, Jericho wouldn’t mind another chance at life. A chance to travel the world and experience unusual things, but that’s a little hard when you’re broke.

“So, the treatment didn’t work,” Jericho said to his doctor. He had known he wasn’t going to be receiving good results. He never received good news.

Lowering his head and removing his eye glasses, the doctor looked at him. “No, Jericho. I’m afraid it didn’t.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“We have other options.”

“Look doc, the only reason I signed up to try these new drugs was because it was free. I appreciate your help and everything, but I’m a lost cause.”

The doctor opened his mouth to protest, but then paused and sighed. “I’m very sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We all have to go someday, right?” Jericho forced a smile, but in reality he wasn’t ready to leave this world yet. He didn’t want to die without living first.

That night Jericho couldn’t get much sleep. Between the throwing up, hot flashes, stomach pains, and the knowing he was going to die, he couldn’t just relax. He decided he might as well drown his sorrows at Jack’s pub.

“What’s up, Jericho?” greeted Donnie, the bartender, while mixing a few drinks.

Although he was not supposed to be drinking in his condition, Jericho was a regular at Jack’s.

“Hey, Donnie.”

“How you feeling, kid?”

“Ah, the usual.”

“Yeah, you look it. The usual?”

“Yeah, I’ll be at my booth.”

“I’ll send Angela to you with a couple of shots.”


Jericho walked over to his booth in the very back. He liked sitting where he couldn’t be seen, away from the people he envied, who seemed so happy.

“Here you go, Jericho,” Angela said, placing four shots of tequila and a Corona on his table. “So, how are you doing?”

“Dying,” Jericho said with a smile. He threw back his first shot while Angela watched him with sympathy.

Jericho sighed. “Come on Angela, no pity party tonight, alright?”

“I got you.” Angela gave him a genuine smile and went back to her other tables.

Downing his other shots, Jericho thought about his childhood. He realized he was going to die, never knowing the truth about who he is or where he came from. All he knew was that when he was a baby he was found in the woods by hikers. He didn’t even have a blanket, just an unclothed baby in the middle of the woods in the freezing cold of February in Chicago. He did know one thing: his name was Jericho −it was tattooed on his forearm. His parents must have been some really messed up people to tattoo a baby, he thought. They must have been drug addicts or something, but he still wished he knew who they were. He wished he knew who he was, as the knowledge would help him find peace.

Removing his jacket, Jericho glanced at the tattoo on his forearm. The small tattoo, Jericho in cursive, had stretched through the years, but still had an interesting appeal to him. “Nice tattoo.” Jericho looked up to see a man with blond hair standing over him. Gazed at the man’s very pale, almost white eyes, Jericho noticed a slight hint of color in his unnatural eyes, causing him to stare harder. The small shade of color around the pupil was gray. So distracted by the man’s strange features, Jericho didn’t stop him from taking a seat across from him in the booth.

“Is that your name? Jericho?” The stranger asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, snapping out of his trance.

“Interesting name.” Jericho realized the man was British and looked about maybe twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but something about him made him seem older. He wore a long black jacket, a black shirt, and black pants. His demeanor was poised and sophisticated.

“Yeah, I guess.” Jericho took a swig of his beer. “Listen, not to be rude, but I’m not really up for company right now.”

“I can tell. Rough day?”

Jericho sighed, getting agitated. “You can say that.”

“Well, I think you could use a new atmosphere. How about you come with me to a pub I know you would like?”

Jericho side eyed him. “Listen, dude, I’m not gay.”

The strange man chuckled. “Neither am I. I just have the habit of seeing when people need help.”

“I look like I need help?”

“Actually, you look like you need answers.” Jericho stared at the man, confused. Who was this guy and why did he seem to know him? Whether it was the liquor or the bad day he was having, Jericho said fuck it.

“Okay. But any sign of you trying to come on to me, I’m going to kick the shit out of you.”

“Don’t worry mate. My heart has always belonged to one… a woman of course,” the man told him, chuckling again.

“Right,” Jericho sneered, downing the last of his beer. “What is your name, by the way?” he asked him, as they stood up to leave.

“Mathias,” the stranger told him, throwing on his jacket and wiping off the dust with a confident smirk.

Mathias and Jericho walked to a nearby bar/lounge called the Red Room. Jericho took in the red walls and Victorian-style furniture inside the lavish establishment as he followed Mathias to the bar where a very attractive blonde with hippie-style hair was pouring drinks.

“Hello, Cassie,” Mathias greeted the bartender.

“Hello, Boss.”

Boss? Jericho thought to himself. His realization that Mathias owned the establishment was overshadowed by Cassie’s pale, bright, and beautiful hazel eyes, just like Mathias’. Cassie stared at him with complete and utter shock.

Why is she staring at me like that? Jericho wondered.

“Cassie, two beers, please?” Mathias asked.

Blinking twice, Cassie reverted her attention back to Mathias. “Um, yeah, sure,” she said, smiling broadly and grabbing two beers.

“Please, sit.” Mathias gestured to the bar stools. The two men sat down and Cassie sat their beers in front of them.

“You boys enjoy,” she said, taking another long look at Jericho. Jericho watched as she headed over to two other people who also seemed to be staring at him oddly. Jericho shook his head and shrugged it off, thinking maybe his pain medication was affecting him.

“So, I gather that this is your place,” Jericho said.

“Yes, it is. You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s nice. I dig the old-fashioned, vintage thing. It’s cool.”

“Thank you.” Jericho studied Mathias, wondering what his story was. He also wondered why he had a short blond ponytail. He wasn’t an expert on fashion or style, but he knew guy ponytails were out, unless you were that guy who played Thor.

“How long have you been in the states?” Jericho asked him.

“About two hundred years, maybe.”

Jericho spat back into his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. “What?”

“I like to joke a lot.” Mathias grinned at a confused Jericho.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Your mother always stared at me like that too when I would joke around.”

Jericho paused while tossing his beer back. He slowly swallowed and sat his bottle down, staring at Mathias. “What do you know about my mother?”

“I knew her… a very long time ago. She was a good woman.”

“What do you mean was?”

“She died years ago.”

Jericho shook his head, hoping he was dreaming. What the hell was this guy talking about?

“Okay, is this why you brought me here? What is this, some straightforward way to tell me about my parents? Who are you?”

“I’m giving you what you want, Jericho. You want to know the truth.”

“Really? Why the hell would I want to know about the assholes who abandoned me?”

“Because you’re dying.” Jericho froze. It was the first time anyone ever said that he was dying out loud to him. Not even his doctors could say the words. “And they did not abandon you.”

“Okay, you know what? I’m out of here, because if you keep talking, I literally will kick your ass, sick or not.” Jericho rose from his seat, pulling money from his back pocket. “How did you even know I was sick?”

“There’s no need to pay.”

“It’s fine. Just stay the hell away from me.” Jericho threw the money on the bar and walked off.


“What?!” Jericho angrily turned around.

“I need to talk to you about some things.”

“I don’t give a damn about what you need to talk me about.” Jericho stomped out of the bar, breathing in the cold night air. He felt sick and couldn’t believe what had just happened. Who the hell was that guy?

Putting his skull hat on, he started walking down the street. Thinking about what had just occurred, he became more overwhelmed when he saw a woman walking his way. She was a very young beautiful woman with long, black hair and pale, bright blue eyes like Cassie and Mathias’. The woman paused when she saw Jericho. He didn’t know why, but something about this girl felt strangely intoxicating. It was not only her beauty, but the way she looked at him, with a mixture of shock, sorrow, and relief, like she had just seen a ghost.

“Hey,” Jericho said in a gentle, caring tone. While he didn’t understand why, his heart beat faster at the sight of her. The beauty of this woman was breathtaking. Even with her strange big eyes, her aura surrounded her, triggering emotions Jericho only dreamt about. He often found himself dreaming feelings he had never experienced.

Giving him an intense and painful gaze, she quickly ran past him into the Red Room.

A part of him wanted to run after her, but he didn’t; he couldn’t go back into that bar to face the stranger who claimed to have known his mother and claimed his parents did not abandon him. He had wanted to know, but being so close to the information made it more painful, and he couldn’t bear to go through any more pain.

“What the hell was that, Mathias?!” Cassie snapped at her leader. “Couldn’t you have gone about it a little gently?”

“What is going on?” The dark-haired beauty asked her friends. “What was he doing here?”

“You saw him? How are you?” Cassie asked her friend.

“Cassie, I’m not a child,” she told her, removing her jacket and walking around the bar to pour herself a drink.

“I know Sky, but it had to be weird.”

Sky threw back her shot and savored the whiskey burning down her throat. Of course it was weird, she thought to herself, but now she felt it didn’t matter anymore.

“Mathias, what did you do?” Sky asked him.

“Mathias here just blurted out to him about how he knew his mother, which of course caused him to get pissed off and storm out of here.”

“We don’t have time Cassie. They’re coming,” Mathias informed her.

Cassie and Sky stared at him in shock. “What do you mean?” Cassie asked.

“We found out today. They’re here. Cronan is here. And when he finds out where Jericho is, he will capture him.”

“Well you still have to give him the choice.”

“I will,” Mathias said, taking a last swig of his beer. “After, I kill him.”

About the Author



I am a dreamer who aspires to be a therapist and writer. I’m obsessed with Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Scandal, and good people.

Since I was a kid, I’ve always had a an imagination that consumed me in more ways than one. I’ve always created these stories and pictures in my head, but never thought I would actually get a chance to do something about it. All I can say is thank God for Amazon Self Publishing! I used to think I was weird because of it, but due to the people who support me, I realized God gave me a gift. So that’s my story. I want to do what makes me happy and creating stories makes me happy. If I’m not writing, I am either in deep thought (Analyzing everything), chillin with my family and friends, listening to musi c,reading, watching movies, or daydreaming. Well actually I daydream while doing all of that stuff but in the end God Bless love, technology, and pop culture!

My advice to people is do what makes you happy and use the gifts God has blessed you with.

This is only the beginning of my journey. Hopefully you guys can join me.

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