Alice May Parker moves with her family to the sleepy town of Pacific Grove after her Mom dies, but little does she know the strange and terrifying events to come. When she falls into the bay during a kayaking trip, she is rescued from drowning by the mysterious Henry Raphael. Handsome, old fashioned and cordial, he is unlike any other boy she has known before. Intelligent and romantic, he sees straight into her soul. Soon Alice and Henry are swept up in a passionate and decidedly unorthodox romance until she finds out that Henry is not all what he seems. . .
Tony Lee Moral is the author of three books on Alfred Hitchcock and specialises in mystery and suspense; “Alfred Hitchcock’s Movie Making Masterclass”, “The Making of Hitchcock’s The Birds” and “Hitchcock and the Making of Marnie”.
But it wasn’t just our government, no, it was every governing body, in every country, around the globe. In an attempt to reduce overpopulation they unleashed a virus unlike any other, but they couldn’t predict what happened next. The infected became cannibalistic monsters, every trace of humanity gone.
They hunt us down wherever we go.
We are the survivors, the ones who made it to the first anniversary of the outbreak. Our numbers are dwindling, but we have one last shot at fighting back. We just have to survive long enough to save the human race.
The fate of the country lies with a lonely school girl and a city boy with a shady past.
Author Receptionist by day, author by night, Elena Matthews is from Manchester, United Kingdom, the home of Manchester United, MediaCity, and of course, Coronation Street. When Elena isn’t writing, she can be found with her nose in a book or watching guilty pleasures, such as Grey’s Anatomy. And, when she isn’t doing those things, you can often find her on Facebook, or obsessing over Kellan Kyle, book-boyfriend extraordinaire.
My name is Melodie and I’m in love with a guy, but he doesn’t know.
He walks by every day, I catch him staring, listening to me sing and play my guitar. I don’t even know his name.
Crazy I know but I can’t stop thinking about Office Guy. That’s what I secretly call him, Office Guy.
We’ve never even spoken to each other, but then one day he walks up to me and…
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Day: October 25th
✫.•° About Finding My Fight °•.✫
A perfect marriage? A beautiful home? Things are not always as they seem.
To everyone they knew, Ginny’s life with Blake Daniels was perfect. When Blake’s job takes them away from home and the friends Ginny has known since childhood, things start to change. On their own, in an isolated house, the man who held Ginny up through her mother’s passing is no longer the kind, supportive man she thought she’d married. In his place now resides a cruel beast whose only desire is to control her. Ginny’s life as she knows it, becomes indelibly marked with every bruise he leaves on her, and every callous word he sends her way.
When the unthinkable happens, Ginny is forced to find the strength she needs to leave and rebuild her life without Blake. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what was still to come. Ginny believed the nightmare was over, but it was only just beginning. Her husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here.
My breaths come thick and fast as I run frantically down the road. Peering around the edge of my hood, I check over my shoulder. I can’t see him. But just because I don’t see him, doesn’t mean he isn’t there… biding his time.
Hopelessness shrouds me as reminders of him continue to attack my mind. Blake… he can’t be here. He can’t be back. It’s impossible. The rushed pounding of my boots landing on the concrete causes my panic to surge. I want to cry out but what if he hears me?
Stumbling the last step to the house, I drop my keys and shopping bag to the ground below, the contents spilling over the path around my feet. A sob catches in my throat as I desperately pick up the key. I have to get inside, away from him. Raising my right hand, I try to steady the trembling with my left. When the key slides into the lock and the click sounds, I push on the door with all my weight, almost falling inside.
Leaving the shopping splayed outside, I spin around and slam the door closed. The echo reverberates around the small hallway, but I don’t pause for a second. I twist the lock and jerk the chain across. Only then, as I lean back against the door, do I fight to take control of my breaths.
How can this be happening? How can he be here?
My head judders from side to side in a state of shock and disbelief. The first tear forms before more follow, falling to my cheek.
The freedom I’ve had a taste of is now at an end. He warned me it would always be us, no matter what. He won’t let me go twice, and I know I won’t be able to survive. Not again.
Hesitantly, I tread into the kitchen. The room appears uncharacteristically dark, but I don’t put on a light. I don’t want to be seen. My focus flitters from corner to corner, door to door, searching for anything that is out of place—but everything appears to be how I left it.
I move towards the window, standing back as far out of sight as I can. Gently, my fingers slide in between the blinds so I can peer outside.
Dark clouds make their way across the sky, droplets of rain are starting to fall again, and the trees sway with the impending storm that’s been predicted. I scan over the few people that are walking down the path on the opposite side of the road.
When I don’t see him, I look beyond, to the open fields.
“Where are you?” I say out loud. “You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead!”
Withdrawing my fingers from the blinds, I move quickly to the cutlery drawer and take out a sharp knife.
“Dead!” I whisper in desperation. The fear encroaches as I think of the unimaginable and the possibility that somehow my husband is still alive.
I retreat until my back hits the wall. Like I did months ago when I knew he was near. When I knew it was time.
I tighten my grip on the cold metal of the knife knowing that this time, I have no choice but to be ready for him.
My mouth feels dry, and I lick my lips reliving what fear feels like. The hairs on the back of my neck now stand on end and my heart thumps louder, taking over the silence.
My legs slowly start to give way, and I slide down the wall as a broken sob rips from my chest.
I thought the nightmare had ended, but as I sit, gulping back my cries in an attempt to remain quiet, I fear it’s only just beginning.
My husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here. For me.
When a voice calls out, my body jolts against the wall. The letterbox rattles as he calls my name through the opening.
My fingers tighten around the knife in my palm. He won’t hurt me. Not again.
✫.•° About the Author °•.✫
R.G. Corr is a mum of three who has had an overactive imagination for many years. A discussion with a friend at a soft play area, amidst the noise and mayhem of toddlers, finally convinced her to put pen to paper and create her first novel.
R.G. lives in Nottinghamshire, England and although Sherwood Forest is just down the road, she prefers the sight and sounds of Holywell Bay in Cornwall to provide the inspiration she desires. It has become one of her most loved places.
When R.G. is not working or writing, you’ll find her nose deep in her kindle swooning over her latest book boyfriend.
Hiding who I really am isn’t easy, but I do it, I have to – not just for me, but for the guys.
Letting them down isn’t an option for me.
Having the father I had growing up, forces me to keep my mouth shut. The world doesn’t except people like me easily, if at all.
But what do you do when you fall in love with not one, but two people?
I continue to keep it a secret.
Sacrificing my happiness for the people who have given me everything, is nothing in my eyes.
It’s only when the lines start to blur and I can no longer hide behind rose tinted glasses… I can’t keep pretending that I’m the male whore of my band Syren.
My heart beats for her and for him.
I’ve hid who I am for far too long and my secret is about to be splashed over every magazine and newspaper for the world to read, I’m about to let down the only family I’ve ever really known.
I just hope they understand because this could be the end of Syren.
I’ve always been the life and soul of the party, the happy go lucky person my friends turn to when they need cheering up.
Meeting him changed something in me, he brings the real me to the surface. I know he’s hiding something from me and I’m about to get the shock of my life.
Only it doesn’t make me run, it makes me jump in with both feet, firmly on the ground.
I know who and what I want.
But do they both want me?
Being in the background is what I love the most about my line of work, you get in and get out.
That was until I laid my eyes on the one man who fulfilled all my fantasies.
Working for these guys was supposed to be a fill in job, only I can’t give it up. I can’t give him up.
His heart is divided between the two of us, but so is mine.
I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him or her.
He was supposed to be just a job and I never saw her coming until it was too late.
They say life works in mysterious ways.
There’s a storm coming our way but will we all survive?
Jennah Thornhill is a mother and a wife, she lives in a small town called Stoke-On-Trent with her husband and 2 children. She’s always been an avid reader but due to a health condition she could no longer go into a work place. So one day she had this bright idea to write about four cocky but very sexy rockstars. That’s when the Syren Series was born. Syren’s Angel her debut novel was released in April swiftly followed my Syren’s Heaven & Hell in July 2017! Jennah has now released 5 books and is working on more
My name is Sloane, but people call me a variety of names, particularly after they read my books. If you’ve read them, I’m sure you can use your imagination to work them out. I was born in England and have lived in small towns and cities ever since.
My husband, Chris, is the most supportive person in my life. Without his love, help and patience I wouldn’t be where I am today. Living my dreams, with him by my side and our crazy fur baby creating chaos.
At school I drifted through, achieving average grades. I fell into administration and sales jobs, thinking that I couldn’t really do anything else, despite always wanting more.
I’d been writing poetry and song lyrics since the age of about 11, but my love of reading has always been strong. In 2012, I got my first kindle and discovered the works of Samantha Young, Addison Moore, Amanda Hocking, Tijan, A.E Murphy and many many more.
In 2015 I stumbled into the indie world by accident. I emailed a certain indie author after falling head over heels for her books, and she became one of the best friends I will ever have. She’s a gladiator! But she pulled me in, and took me to my first book signing. She encouraged me to start my blog. She encouraged me to put my art out into the world, first with teasers & covers.
Then when I finally told her about my stories, she encouraged me to put them out there. Between her and the one I love the most – thank you, Lauren Rowe – (my twinnie, and my best friend) I found the confidence to put myself out there, and the rest, as they say, is history.