The Chosen One Trilogy Book Blast

The Chosen One Trilogy

*This series contains adult situations not suitable for younger readers*

Life for
Hayden had never been overly exciting and that was the way she liked it,
so when she meets the gorgeous Jasper on a trail in the woods it never
occurs to her that life as she knows it is about to change. Quiet and
mysterious, Jasper draws her attention like nothing she’s felt before.
Suddenly, she finds herself a part of a world she never would have
guessed existed and learns of a future she isn’t sure she’s ready for.
Is or not she believes it, there are many who do and this makes life
dangerous. Hayden must find a way to escape being captured, save the man
she loves, and decide where she stands in the balance of good and

I turned my attention to Braw.

“Tomorrow night, we will have a small demonstration of your power. You
will help me liberate five beings from their demons. If all goes well,
we will wait four nights until the moons align with the star of Juns and
when the magic of this world is at its peak, we will channel the power
of Laif through the entire world, whereupon we will rid the world of

My jaw dropped. “You’ll kill them all!”

Braw shook his head. “No dear. We will free them.”

“You don’t get it!” I could feel panic taking a hold of me. “The
Namaels, the Majs, they’re not possessed! That’s just who they are! It’s
genetic!” I looked up at Brice and was shocked by the blank look on his
face. “Brice! You have to explain to him. It will kill you!”

Brice turned slowly to look at me, his eyes wide.Hayden has made up her mind. If she doesn’t pick sides between the
Namaels and the Majs then innocent beings won’t die because of her. Of
course, things can never be that simple and when she is taken prisoner
by the humans a whole new problem arises. It doesn’t take long before
everything she thought she knew no longer makes sense. Could it be
possible that the prophecy was wrong?

Rainen looked up in time to see my horse come crashing into the ground
just a few feet away from her. Her eyes widened as she gazed into the

“Hayden! Shield!”

I threw my shield out to cover everyone who was closest to me. I felt my
energy touch Rainen’s and I glanced at her before looking up to see
what had made the screeching sound in the sky. My first thought was
about dropping my shield and to welcome the dragon flying over us. My
second thought was that this was no dragon. The creature in question had
to be to same size as Faren, the fire dragon I was bonded to, who was
about thirty feet long. Well, the same length as Faren. Whatever this
was it was lacking the bulk of a dragon. It looked more like a snake
with wings and ten sets of legs. It was covered from head to tail in
oily looking brown feathers.

I felt the push of magic come from up above and I pushed against it with
my own. The energy receded as the creature flew past us. I started to
pull back my shield and felt Rainen doing the same. The screeching sound
came again. Rainen swore under her breath.As the final battle draws near, Hayden must deal with personal loss,
unexpected good news, and the usual attempts on her life. Was the
prophecy right and can she do everything that is expected of her? Can
she go through with her plan when just one mistake could wipe out
everyone she loves?


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is a fantasy author who loves to spend time in made up worlds filled
with magic. She is a firm believer that no hero is perfect and that all
villains are burdened with a tiny shred of humanity. While she writes
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Klinesmith, Tina: Journey to Faith (Journey #3)



Journey to Faith (Journey #3)

by Tina Klinesmith

Genre: Christian Fiction/Romance

Publication Date: April 15, 2014

Cover Designer: Allison Brennen

Event Organized By: Literati Author Services, Inc.

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~ Synopsis ~

Michele and David have it all: successful careers, a loving marriage and the perfect daughter. Until the past raises its head, intent this time on wrecking damage to their daughter. When tragedy strikes, they find their faith in God and His plans tested. Can their family remain strong in the face of adversity or will they crumble in ruins? Will love fail them when they need it most or will it restore their faith in what the future holds?

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Even with the television turned up, Faith could hear her parents talking about her in the kitchen. Did they think she couldn’t hear them? They were acting like she’d just committed a crime or something. Well, technically, punching Raif in the face could be considered assault and battery, according to her father, but it wasn’t like she started it. Not that she planned on explaining the situation to anyone. The less everyone knew about this, the faster it would blow over. There was no way that she was going to tell them it was because of her mother. If she even hinted at that, Mama would be devastated.

Faith pressed her earphones into her ears and tapped the button on her iPod, allowing the music to drown out the voices in the kitchen. She wished the sounds of the rock band could drown out her own misgivings as well. She wanted to scream with the frustration building inside her but knew it would be useless. She didn’t want to burden anyone else with her troubles. Her parents tried getting her to open up to them but she didn’t think they’d understand. They just kept telling her that learning to deal with unpleasant people was part of growing up, and she should pray for Raif. Why should she pray for the one boy who seemed out to destroy her reputation as well as her sanity? She hoped this would be the catalyst that would cause Raif and his friends to leave her alone again, to allow her to return to blending into the background.

She was sick of everyone having such high expectations for her to be the perfect girl. Why couldn’t she just be a normal sixteen year old girl, worrying about boys and shopping or grades and getting into college? She slapped at the throw pillow on the couch, pounding it against the back cushion. Her grandfather was a pastor, her father was a police officer and her mother was a counselor. It was a lot of pressure to have her grandfather’s congregation watching, not to mention how bad it would make her dad look at work if she caused trouble. She was tired of living in a fishbowl, where it felt every move seemed under scrutiny. Faith wondered if she could ever measure up to the image people expected of her.

Why should she be perfect? Her mother hadn’t been. By the time Mama was her age, she’d already been drinking, doing drugs, had stolen Papa Ramirez’s car and was locked in juvenile hall, serving time. Faith pressed the heel of her hands against her burning eyes, willing the tears of frustration to go away. What made any of them think she was anything special? She struggled in school, she couldn’t seem to get things that were easy for everyone else, and she didn’t like to be touched. She was weird, even her friends thought she was a different and she felt like they were just putting up with her.

She hated feeling like the outcast and was tired of being on the outside looking in. Just once she wanted to be the girl she pretended to be, the one her parents seemed to believe she was – popular, smart, fun, happy. Unfortunately, it was all an act.

Faith shoved the iPod into her pocket and made her way down the hall to her room, wondering what she was going to do now that she was suspended for the next couple days? She knew that her mother would stay home with her.

And won’t that be fun?” she taunted her reflection in the mirror. She frowned at the girl staring back at her. “You’re a freak, you know that right?” she whispered.

Resentment flared bright and hot in her chest as she fought the urge to smash the mirror. Anything to keep the stranger in the mirror from looking back at her. She didn’t want to be Faith anymore. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t be the perfect daughter, quiet student or trustworthy friend that everyone wanted. She was lacking…she didn’t know what made her feel incomplete. This pressure was just too much.

She pulled the headphones off and wound them around the iPod, tossing it onto her bed and looked around the room, antsy. Her room was clean and simply decorated. Since she’d never been a tom-boy or extremely girly, Faith found herself skirting the middle ground. As a result, she’d often kept her room filled with only the things that held her interests – a few swimming trophies, a softball and glove David had given her as a little girl, a stuffed bear Micah had brought home to her from a parishioner and a picture of her parents on her dresser with a necklace that belonged to her grandmother hung on the corner. Her room had been decorated with butter yellow walls because Faith claimed they made her feel happy when she woke but they didn’t seem to help now.

She went to her closet and flipped on the overhead light. Picking through the clothing hanging all around her, she searched for something to fit her mood – something she could pull over her head to help her disappear, hiding within herself. She reached for a thin, black hoodie and slipped it on over her white t-shirt. She grabbed a hair band from her desk and wound her long dark waves into a tight knot at her neck and flipped the hood over her head. She looked at her reflection again, wondering how she could still look the same when bitter discontent flowed through her veins. She reached for an eyeliner pencil and outlined thick black smudges around her golden eyes.

“There,” she said, tossing it back on the dresser. She jumped, wiping away the makeup under her eyes as her bedroom door opened and her father entered.

He arched a brow in question and sat on her bed, not waiting for an invitation. “Trying a new look?” His lips twitched as if he was trying to hold back a smile.

She turned and faced him, folding her arms over her chest and leaning a hip against the dresser. “No.”

“Faith, I’d really like to hear your side of what happened today.”

She pursed her lips and shrugged. “No, you don’t, Dad. You want me to say I’m sorry and I won’t do it again.” She threw her hands in the air, frustrated. “But, I can’t promise you that. If he keeps…Oh, never mind!”

“Go on,” her father encouraged, patting the bed beside him. “He who? This boy you hit?”

Faith sighed. It didn’t even matter. Her father wouldn’t be able to stop Raif from making comments. No one could. Especially since her mother would be the first to admit that the things he was saying were completely true. She had been a drug addict; she had served time for manslaughter. It didn’t make living with that stigma any easier.

“It’s nothing, Dad.”

She slumped onto the bed beside him. Her father slipped an arm around her shoulders and she allowed herself to lay her head against his chest, his heartbeat strong and solid. He smelled like leather and soap. It was a comforting scent that always reminded her of her childhood and the nights her father rocked her back to sleep when she woke from a nightmare. She adored him and hurt knowing she’d disappointed him.

He ran a hand over her back, his fingers making small circles on her shoulder. “Baby Girl, I know things aren’t always easy for you. Sometimes your mother and I forget what it’s like but we love you more than anything in this world and we would do anything for you. You know that, right?”

Faith wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against his chest. She knew her black eyeliner was probably leaving streaks on his polo shirt but she needed his strength more than she worried about the material.

“I love you too, Daddy.” Hot tears scalded the corners of her eyes and she knew, with his arms around her, she wouldn’t be able to stanch the flow. She sniffed and tried to keep him from seeing her tears but he knew better.

“Aw, baby.” Her father wound his arms around her slim shoulders. “You know you can tell us anything.”

“I know,” she muttered, her voice muffled against his chest. “He’s just so mean, and I just couldn’t take any more and…” Faith’s voice hiccupped and she realized the dam of emotions was broken. She had to stop before she said too much but she couldn’t convince her tongue. “He said all those things in front of everyone and I just snapped and before I knew it, he was holding his eye and there was blood everywhere.”

“Honey,” her father’s voice remained calm and steady, as if he was trying to soothe a wounded animal. “Shhh, it’s okay.” He cupped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and smiled. “You’re a lot like your Mama, you know that?”

It was as if he had thrown cold water into her face without even realizing what he’d done. Faith felt herself shut down. She knew he saw the change in her instantly and searched her face trying to figure out what he’d said. She pressed away from his chest and rose from the bed, tucking her hands inside the sweatshirt, hugging her arms around her as if warding off a chill. She used the cotton material to wipe away the tears that coursed down her cheek.

“I’m fine, Dad. It’s nothing.”

“You don’t sound fine.” He rose from the bed and took a step toward her.

She held up a hand, still gripping the material of the sweatshirt in her fist, and backed away, bumping into the dresser, knocking over the picture frame. “I’m fine, Dad.”

Her father stopped for a moment, then nodded. She knew he didn’t believe her, nor did she think they wouldn’t revisit this conversation later but, for the moment, he allowed her some space. “Dinner will be here soon. Mom ordered your favorite, pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and olives.”

Faith bit at the corner of her bottom lip, feeling guilty. She was getting angry when her father compared her to her mother but her mother was wonderful to her, in spite of the trouble she’d caused today. Yet the outrage at her father’s words continued to well up in her.

She was not like her mother. Her mother had never lived in this fishbowl of expected perfection. What she wouldn’t give for even a bit of the freedom her mother had a teenager. Anything was better than this façade. Why couldn’t anyone else see that she was dying to break free from this mold they tried to fit her into? She just wanted to be Faith, but she wasn’t even sure yet who Faith was.

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Tina Klinesmith (1973-present) found she had a love for stories at the ripe age of 2 when her mother found her trying to read a romance novel. Even in childhood, she spent time crafting stories, plays and songs for family and friends.

Raised in the lush Central Valley of California, Tina continues to reside there with her wonderful husband, three children and a menagerie of beasts who believe they are also children.

Tina loves the outdoors and spending time camping, fishing and just hanging out with family and friends. She is an accomplished horsewoman and trainer as well as a fitness instructor and online coach. She loves to hear from her readers!

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Crowe, Melissa: The Beast Within Novellas


Title: The Beast Within

Series: The Beast Within Novellas #1

Author: Melissa Crowe

Publication Date: 5th June 2012

Genre: Paranormal Romance


Karina’s world is turned upside down when she meets the sexy and mysterious Xavier. Something powerful and sensual is unlocked from inside her that she cannot explain and seems to have little control over.

With Xavier’s help, Karina discovers she is a Tuatha De Danann, celtic faeries long thought to have been eradicated. Xavier’s insistence on making her believe troubles Karina, what dangerous secret is he keeping from her? Can her ex-partner Ian save her before it’s too late?

**This novella contains violence, and sexual situations which may not be recommended for readers under fifteen.**

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Title: Haunted

Series: The Beast Within Novellas #2

Author: Melissa Crowe

Publication Date: 25th December 2012

Genre: Paranormal Romance


Karina has now discovered her abilities, but this only puts her in further danger. With a 600 year old lycanthrope thirsting for her blood, Ian must summon the help of his brother Ronan, the keeper of the Spear of Victory, a treasure sacred to the Tuatha De Danann.

Can the two Guardians protect Karina, or will her secret ultimately bring destruction upon them all?

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Title: Journey

Series: The Beast Within Novellas #3

Author: Melissa Crowe

Publication Date: 20th September 2013

Genre: Paranormal Romance


Ian has been summoned by the Goddess Danu to the Otherworld, and Karina will not let him go without a fight. With a Tutha De Danann that is unable to cross water, getting from Australia to Ireland will make for an interesting journey.

Supernatural beings, sworn enemies and the full moon are only half of the risk as they try to cross three continents. Drug smuggling, guerrilla kidnapping and lycans on the prowl will hamper their travels.

Davarus, self-proclaimed King of the lycanthropes is building an army and on the move. Danger faces these forbidden lovers at every turn.

Would you travel to the ends of the earth for the one you love?

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About the author: Melissa Crowe

I am from Wollongong, New South Wales, Australia. I have been a lover of Paranormal and strong powerful women all my life and now am lucky enough to put the two together and share it with the world. In 2009 I started writing and have not looked back.

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Excerpt from “The Beast Within”

“Tell me more about these Tuatha De Danann.” Karina whispered as she sat back down in her seat.

Xavier was silent for a moment taking in Karina’s face again. “What do you want to know?”

“What are they?”

“Celtic faeries, I told you.”

Karina laughed nervously and shifted uncomfortably in her chair, she was trying to listen to what Xavier was telling her but it was all sounding farfetched.

“What do you imagine when I say the word faerie?” he asked her. “Diminutive pixies that live in toadstool houses? Tinkerbell? They are all children story characters, works of fiction. The Tuatha De Danann were fierce warriors, a race of nomads who broke away from the Pelasgians in 1900 B.C. They left Greece and called themselves the Tuatha De Danann and migrated north, eventually settling in Ireland. They took with them their four sacred treasures, The Stone of Virtue, the Sword of Lugh, the Spear of Victory and the Cauldron of the Gods.”

“You think I look like Danu? That’s why you called me Tuatha; you think I’m one of them?”

“It’s a strange coincidence that you have been named Tuatha, and you share a striking resemblance to them.” Xavier replied.

Karina shook her head. “But I’m no warrior; I can’t go into an elevator without hyperventilating. I’m a doormat, people walk all over me all the time. I have spent my whole life doing what other people tell me to do, what I think will make them happy.”

Xavier smirked, “You can’t go in the water either.”

“But you said the Tuatha De Danann arrived in Ireland in a mist. They would have had to travel over water,” she pointed out.

“That was part of the spell Manannan put on them. They could only live on the hill and in their Otherworld fortress.”

“Why are you no good for me Xavier?” her fingers ran through his hair playfully.

“You haven’t worked it out yet?” his mouth pulled up on one side.

She shook her head, “No. Tell me.”

“Do you wonder why I bring out the aggression in you? Feelings you didn’t think you were capable of.”

Karina nodded.

“It’s because of what you are Karina. You need to embrace it.”

Karina rolled her eyes, “The faeries again. Do you know how much trouble that caused with my family? They believe that Tuatha is a nickname my Grandmothers wayward
Great Aunt, called her bastard daughter. Apparently I look like her so they decided to call me Tuatha because they thought it would be cute!”

“Your family have no idea?” Xavier’s eyes lit up.

“Not that they are telling me, but my mother is avoiding my calls now and will barely speak to me so I dare say they have an idea about something. Let me guess Xavier, you’re one too?”

He smiled trying to fight back a laugh, “No, I’m definitely not.”

“Then what are you? What is it about you that gets under my skin, and in my head?”

Xavier laughed, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” and he moved from the table but Karina pushed him back. “Tell me,” she demanded.

Excerpt from “Haunted”

Ian held Antonio’s attention and Ronan ran to Karina. Taking a knife from a sheath strapped to his ankle, he cut through the ropes that kept her captive against the tree. As the bounds fell to the ground, she moved her arms, trying to assist the circulation. She winced and held her elbow. “You’re hurt,” Ronan commented.

“I’ll be fine,” Karina growled.

He nodded and handed her his spear, “Don’t let me down girlie.”

When the ancient timber touched Karina’s hands, she felt the power course through her. An unbelievable rush that made her forget her ailments and strengthen every fibre inside her. Karina took a few long deep breaths to focus. She looked to Antonio and the beating he was inflicting on Ian, the man she loved, the one who would die to protect her. She spun the spear around her hand and adjusted her grip before she ran at the lycanthrope that was here to kill her.

When she was a few feet away, Karina stabbed her weapon into the earth and leveraged herself, kicking Antonio in the face. The impact sending him sailing backward through the air and landing on his back with a loud thud as the air rushed from his lungs. Ian stood frozen, looking at Karina “Are you ok?”

Karina’s lip twitched up on one side and she pushed Ian back and moved her body in front of his, protecting him from Antonio. He had now changed into his lycanthrope form and swung a gnarled hairy claw which connected with Karina’s arm, leaving a long gash that ran from her shoulder to her good elbow. Karina cried out in pain and clutched her wound. Ian pulled her toward him “Karina!” he gasped. As the beast before them snarled and took another swipe. Ian was able to pull Karina out of the way and he waited for retaliation.

She looked at Ian and grimaced through the pain. “I’m ok,” she assured. “I’m going to finish this,” and she kicked the Spear of Victory from the ground up into her hands and swaggered toward the monster that was Antonio. “You want me, come and get me,” she jeered.

“Karina, no!” Ian started but Ronan held him back.

“No brother, she has to do this.”

A voice spoke in Karina’s head. So you have finally worked out that you are not strong enough for me. That only the descendant of Danu possesses the strength to take on an ancient being. Karina ignored the agony she was in and the protests from her body and started stalking Antonio. They circled each other and Karina twirled her weapon around her hands. You know how this will end Karina why not give yourself over to me now.

“Never!” Karina shouted and lunged toward the lycanthrope that thirsted for her blood.


Excerpt from “Journey”

The car was dangerously silent as it sped south through the countryside. Karina’s eyes didn’t move from Aedan’s silhouette as he concentrated on the road ahead. Lines of worry were forming around his eyes. In the back with her, Ian and Lorcan drifted in and out of consciousness as Lakeyn drove. How dare he order me around, she thought, and what exactly did he mean by her and Ian meeting our fate?

“Are you going to speak to me or continue to throw visual daggers at me?” He asked turning around.

“Let’s get one thing straight. You don’t order me around.”

“If you weren’t hell bent of trying to get yourself killed then I wouldn’t have to.”

Karina’s mouth dropped open. “I’m not trying to get myself killed!”

Aedan raised his eyebrows. “In the last few hours you have attempted to swim across the North Channel through a swarm of Lion’s Mane jellyfish, tried to slit your wrists, went toe to toe with a lycanthrope and wanted to run into the night, on the full moon, looking for a Guardian.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed. “You should have been with me for the last few weeks then.”

He shook his head and laughed. “You are like no Tuatha De Danann I have ever met. I’ll give you that.”

“Until a year ago I hadn’t even heard of the Danann, so excuse me if I don’t conform to protocol.”

Lakeyn let out a deep belly laugh and Aedan joined him. Karina blushed with embarrassment.

“You’re in for a surprise,” Lakeyn commented. The two continued to laugh at Karina’s expense a little longer before Lakeyn turned the car around and stopped.

“What are we doing?”

“Just checking,” Lakeyn answered as he stepped out of the car and listened.

“I don’t feel anything,” Karina said and looked out into the night as her fingers tightened around the handle of Ian’s blade. Her knees was bouncing with anticipation, they were so close she could sense it. Something was urging her to continue on. Lakeyn strode away from the car and began to jog. Aedan undid his seatbelt and turned to Karina. “Stay here.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed and opened the door.

Aedan followed Lakeyn and Karina looked around. The moon was high above and illuminated the landscape. A man was lying in the field and Lakeyn was now at his side trying to rouse him. Aedan stopped and turned to Karina, his face was sympathetic and she knew it must be Noah. Running down the hill she joined them.