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Historical Fiction

Date Published: 10-07-2025

Publisher: NorthStar Press


Loneliness gnaws and chews like the relentless prairie wind. Dakota homesteader, Digger Dancy, props his feet in the oven and waits for the storm to end. His brother, George, barges into the soddy in a swirl of blowing snow. George announces he will abandon his claim to seek a wife. He can’ t stand the loneliness. Digger slaps a stack of old newspapers on the table and convinces him to place an ad for a correspondence bride in the Montana Matrimonial News. Doctor Gamla, the almost-doctor and midwife, treats George’ s frostbite, and offers a cure for his melancholia. She tells of two sisters living in tar-paper shacks along the Mad Dog River. The brothers cannot imagine how Doctor Gamla’ s cure will change their lives. Nickelbo’ s whole world is wheat. The homesteaders talk about crops, worry about the weather, complain about prices, and dream what they’ ll buy after the harvest. Asa Wainwright busts sod with a grasshopper plow. Ingrid Larson dallies over planting to avoid her sister’ s wedding. Drunken Oscar Borgom gets lost in a storm on the way to the outhouse. Through it all, Doctor Gamla delivers babies, treats ailments, and offers advice. “My cures work if you can stand them.”


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Digger Dancy paced back and forth across his soddy, ten steps from door to stove, eleven steps from table to bed. He had survived four long winters, and he would survive now. It was a matter of mental discipline. He focused on pleasant things: playing baseball in July, a keg of beer cooled in the river, turning the crank at the ice cream social, dancing to a polka band. Don’t think about Christmas coming. Don’t count the months until spring. Don’t worry about your brother. Read. Sing. Recite poetry. Read some more. Remember the poems you memorized in school. Listen my children and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere. And the Bible verses you learned in church. Jesus wept. God is love. The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want. Get ahold of yourself.

Digger cracked open the door and peered out into the storm. A white curtain of blowing snow wrapped the world into a cocoon. He couldn’t see a thing. Yesterday, the storm roared out of Canada and dumped three feet of snow across Dakota Territory. Snow was still coming down. Icy cold robbed his breath. He slammed the door and added kerosene to the lamp. The earthen walls absorbed the light, leaving only a feeble glow.

He had sweet-talked his brother into homesteading the adjoining claim. They would share work and keep each other company. They would build their own life, away from their bossy mother and relatives. Sitting on a claim for five years was worth the title from Uncle Sam, in his opinion, but George suffered from melancholia. Dark winter days pushed him to the edge of sanity. George always snapped back in the spring, but even so, Digger worried about him. Lately he had been withdrawn and morose. As soon as the weather cleared, he would go check on him. Dear God, don’t let him do anything rash.

He pulled his chair next to the stove, rested his feet on the open oven door, and opened a Fargo Argosy that was almost old enough to vote. He reread a report of a baseball game. Homesteaders were too busy and too isolated to play much ball. Next summer he would convince his neighbors to play a game once in a while. It was the only thing he missed about Iowa. He didn’t miss his bossy mother or the town gossips. He didn’t miss everyone trying to tell him how to live his life.

 

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 Candace Simar likes to imagine how things might have been. She combines her love of history with her Scandinavian heritage in historical novels that examine the early days of Minnesota and North Dakota. “I write historical novels to share painless history lessons about the fascinating and unique history of our region.”

Her historical novels include: Sister Lumberjack, book five in the Abercrombie Trail Series (North Star Press, March 2024) Follow Whiskey Creek (Sweet Honey Press 2023) Escape to Fort Abercrombie (Five Star Cengage 2018) Shelterbelts (North Star Press 2015), Blooming Prairie (North Star Press 2012) Birdie (North Star Press2011) Pomme de Terre (North Star Press 2010), and Abercrombie Trail (North Star Press 2009). Her short story collections: Dear Homefolks (River Place Press 2017) and The Glory of Ordinary Time (Wolfpack Press 2018). Farm Girls (River Place Press 2013) is a book of poetry co-written with her sister, Angela Foster. Candace’s short stories have been published in the anthologies: Spoilt Quilt (Five Star Cengage 2020), Librarians of the West (Five Star Cengage 2021); and Why Cows Need Cowboys (Two Dot Press 2021).

Simar is a Spur Award winner and Spur finalist from the Western Writers of America for her Abercrombie Trail series. Shelterbelts was a finalist in both the Willa Literary Awards in Historical Fiction and the Midwest Book Awards. Escape to Fort Abercrombie holds a Will Rogers Gold Medallion and a Peacemaker Award from Western Fictioneers.

Her short stories and poetry have received awards from the Bob Dylan Creative Writing Contest, Lake Region Review, League of Minnesota Poets, National Federation of State Poetry Societies, Dust and Fire, and the Laura Awards for Short Fiction.

Candace enjoys sharing her research and writing with groups and book clubs across the nation.


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The Extraordinary Dreams of Cynthia Peabody

 

Women’s Fiction + magical realism

Date Published: March 25, 2026 




A reluctant hero, mysterious portals, inexplicable abilities! She must be off her trolley. 

Cynthia Peabody can’t sleep. Recently widowed, her future seems a dreary blur. While practicing meditation techniques to fight insomnia, she discovers a mysterious portal in her backyard through which her dreams are shockingly realistic.

She runs to her neighbor for help after a dream about a dog leads to a real dog in her yard. The next-door teen offers to be the dog walker and a surprising friendship develops. Juniper’s natural sincerity influences Cynthia to reevaluate her grumpiness.

While dealing with complicated grief along with her life turning toward the supernatural, Cynthia’s doctor’s report brings lousy news. What else can go wrong? She’s desperate for answers.

Pouring out her heart to her husband’s memory, she fears the only logical explanation is that she’s gone mad. But people in her hometown need help, especially a certain next-door teenager. Wishing she’d had someone looking out for her when she was young, Cynthia will do whatever it takes to protect the vulnerable, even if it means risking her life.


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 USA Today Bestselling author Lynne Marshall has penned thirty-seven books. She has written Medical Romance for Mills & Boon, contemporary romance for Harlequin Special Edition and digitally with TULE. Publishing independently, she writes Women’s Fiction where she explores the mysteries of life through endearing characters in unexplainable situations. Or, as she likes to call it, fiction for women of a certain age plus everyone who loves their nana.

 

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Land of Two Moons

by D.L. Gardner

Genre: YA Epic SciFi Fantasy Adventure

 


Political unrest, war over valuable mines, forbidden love, and a homesick dragon bound in chains threaten the land of two moons.

Land of Two Moons

by D.L. Gardner

Genre: YA Epic SciFi Fantasy Adventure


“The gritty reality of trench warfare and the smoky chaos of riots is striking in D. L. Gardner’s Land of Two Moons…a rich and ambitious fantasy novel that successfully builds a world trembling on the brink of magical and political upheaval. This is a delicate, intricate novel that rewards patient reading.” – Independent Book Review

 

Arthur and Hallie are twin siblings, son and daughter of the Duke of Lodesmoor. Humble teenagers who befriend the village people and sympathize with their grievances. Their father, Lord Balmier, whose duchy is approaching financial collapse, uses his subjects as pawns in a battle over a string of valuable mines.

Lord Balmier sees his son’s sympathy toward the serfs as an alliance against him and soon acts to squelch Arthur’s sedition.

Hallie clings to a forbidden love, and both siblings must resist their father’s harsh rule.

All the while they are unaware that their mother keeps a mystical dragon named Killian, bound in chains by a spell, whose fate will affect them all.

As the twin moons approach a rare and magical eclipse, alliances shift, secrets unravel, and Arthur and Hallie must choose between loyalty, freedom, and sacrifice to save their people and themselves.

 

“With strong pacing and a cast of memorable characters – including a homesick dragon, this is the perfect book for fans of the ‘fantasy’ genre. Highly recommended!” – The Wishing Shelf

 

 

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     Pattin didn’t know what they were fighting for. All he knew was that when their commander yelled the order he was to let loose his arrows toward another trench opposite theirs somewhere in the Red Sands desert. Rumor was they were fighting over mines, dukes, power, and money. Nothing he’d ever be privy to. It didn’t matter. He was here because he’d been conscripted.

He’d been in this trench for nine days straight. Hot, drenched in sweat, sick to his stomach, and with little to eat or drink. Tired of swatting flies and stepping over the bodies of his comrades, he was ready to leave. No one wanted to be here, especially not the lads from Bidsworth, and especially not on the front lines.

He spat the dust out of his mouth and bit another piece of jerky.

“When is she going to come for us?” he asked his friend.

“Tonight, they said. Maybe,” Ivan whispered.

“What do you mean, maybe? She promised.”

“She can only take five at a time.”

“Bloody Marks, she’s been here every night for a week. What’s she going to do, get everyone but us? The more people who leave, the less chance of survival for those who stay. I’m too young to die in this rat hole.”

Ivan shrugged—a hint that he wasn’t happy about the situation either.

“We could try and make a run for it on our own,” Pattin whispered, his lips barely moving, glancing around the desolate countryside.

Over the sand, the heat waves danced, crafting a mirage of water, a deceptive illusion that only a fool would pursue. Bait for the enemy. Pattin licked his lips, wishing for a drink of cool water from the springs in Bidsworth, his homeland, a wealthy duchy whose stone structures mirrored the color of the red earth. Here in the wasteland, iron ore poisoned the vegetation, and there was nothing but dust as far as the horizon. The soldiers hated this place, and rumors of desertion were burning the ears of the agents at base. The officers were watching the troops like hawks.

“Fool. We’d have bolts in our backs, dead. Is that what you want? If I’m going to desert, I’m doing it with Kezia.” Ivan wiped the sweat from his brow; his face caked with red earth. Even his eyelashes were laden with dirt.

“What makes her so special that she can get us out with no one noticing?”

Ivan snickered and glared at him. “She’s the duke’s daughter, remember? Plus, she’s smart, crafty, and wicked.”

“Duke sabotages his own army through his daughter!” Pattin mumbled.

“Stop complaining or she’ll never come and get you.”

Pattin wiped his brow, his mouth fixed in a frown. She might not come for him at all. It’s everyone else’s luck to be saved by a duchess.

“Heads up!” The dreaded warning arrived just as a flurry of bolts blotted out the sun.

Pattin covered his head with his shield. Ivan lifted his own targe to cover his body while the plummeting projectiles thundered on it.

“Move!” came the command.

Like a terrified beetle, Pattin crouched on the ground and joined the others, locking his shield with Ivan’s as the company crawled through the trench, hands and knees bleeding, while avoiding the corpses of friends who didn’t survive. Away from the onslaught they moved, abandoning their supplies. Someone would be sent back for them when the sun settled on the horizon and the two moons rose.

Soon everyone here would have to leave the trenches and charge at the enemy. That was a standard maneuver, and it was just a matter of time. Hand to hand combat would kill him, Pattin was certain. With practiced ease, he could loose an arrow, always striking the mark. But his end would come by the cold steel of a sword. He hoped it would be tomorrow. He wasn’t ready to die today.

Maybe Kezia would draw his name and come for him tonight. Maybe he would live through this bloody war, after all.





D.L. Gardner is an award-winning author, artist, filmmaker, and screenwriter with over 28 published works to her credit. Writing and painting are her passions and fantasy her forte. When she’s not pounding keys on the computer, she’s canning salsa, picking apples, listening to the voices of critters in the woods, or watching flowers grow. She loves visiting far-off lands through books by both reading and writing.

 

Her genres include all fantasy, historical, and mystery.

 

Get to know D.L. through her websites and blogs or send her a message her on Kickstarter.

 

Currently a FINALIST (2025 March) in the Cannes World Wide Film Festival for her screen adaption of her book An Unconventional Mr. Peadlebody.

 

Other awards include Wishing Shelf book Award 2023 for audio, B.R.A.G. Award 2022 for the Cho Nisi series, Book Excellence Award 2019 and 2015 for Ian’s Realm and Cassandra’s Castle. Best Screenplay adaptation from her book Dylan at the Paris Screenplay Awards, Mile Hill International Screenplay Awards, L.A. Edge Awards, European Cinematography Awards, and Moondance Film Festival. Best Screenplay Award for adaptation from her book An Unconventional Mr. Peadlebody at Veers Film Festival, Best Screenplay Award for adaptation of Ian’s Realm at the Twin Falls Sandwiches Film Festival and many more.

  

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Sauli and the Great Escape

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The Mayhem Unleashed

Adventures Of Sauli The Rescue Pup, Book 3


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Get ready for hilarious hound hijinks in Sauli and the Great Escape, the third book in the Adventures of Sauli the Rescue Pup series!

Sauli’s back, and this time, she’s on a mission: FREEDOM! From disastrous bath times and daycare breakouts to tent invasions and Thanksgiving escapes, Sauli’s quest for adventure leads to one comical catastrophe after another. Watch as she stirs up chaos in open houses, forms an alliance with a wolfdog escape artist, and even leads a wild doggy parade through the streets of San Francisco!

But the real mayhem begins when Sauli lands in Mumbai! A chance sighting of Grandpa sends her on a whirlwind chase, turning the bustling streets into a hilarious “Sauli stampede.” Will she ever settle down? Or will Sauli’s dream of freedom keep her on the run?

Join Sauli on her funniest adventure yet, filled with tail-wagging trouble, heartwarming moments, and the ultimate discovery that home is where the heart is! Perfect for young readers and animal lovers of all ages.

Why readers will love Sauli and the Great Escape:

* Laugh-out-loud humor: Sauli’s antics will have you giggling on every page!
*Relatable themes: Explores the desire for freedom and the importance of family.
*Beautiful illustrations: Vivid scenes bring Sauli’s adventures to life.
*Perfect for young readers: Easy-to-follow story with engaging characters.
*Heartwarming message: A story about a determined pup who finds her place in the world.

Entertaining for all age ranges!

 


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 Kay Jay is a cross-genre author, data scientist, and environmental storyteller whose books spark curiosity, compassion, and conversation. From eco-fables like “The Day Fire Disappeared” and “The Day Water Vanished,” part of the acclaimed “A Song and Dance for Mother Earth” series, to satirical and soul-searching titles like “Diary of Clichés” and “Why Does Nobody Buy My Book?”, Kay Jay writes with heart, wit, and purpose.

She’s also the creator of the beloved Adventures of Sauli the Rescue Pup series — joyful, heartwarming stories inspired by her real-life rescue dog. These tales help young readers understand the importance of empathy, resilience, and the beauty of giving second chances.

She recently published the first book of the emotionally layered literary series Beautiful Men, The Dog Walker — a quiet, powerful exploration of longing, connection, and the healing spaces between people.

A graduate of Harvard Business School’s analytics program and a lifelong advocate for sustainability and animal welfare, Kay Jay believes that the right book at the right moment can change the way we live, love, and lead.

When she’s not writing, she’s walking rescue dogs, planting metaphors in messy notebooks, or sipping chai under a banyan tree.

 

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Your Joyful Years

 

Empowering good health and happiness beyond 50

Self help, Women Health

Date Published: 20 March 2026



“An uplifting and empowering guide to later life that blends lived experience with science and practical wisdom, encouraging us not merely to age, but to thrive. I read this book as a middle-aged man and loved it … it is beautifully reassuring, humane, and optimistic.”

— Professor Chris van Tulleken, Clinician, Academic, TV Presenter, UK

 

Aged 50+ is a pivotal stage in many women’s lives. We are entering post-menopause—free from reproductive hormones, periods, and contraception. Children may be leaving home, careers may be shifting or winding down, and there is the dawning realisation that we may have 20 or 30 healthy years ahead of us. This is not an ending, but a powerful new beginning. This stage of life offers an opportunity to reconnect with yourselves, to rediscover what truly matters, and to prioritise self-love and self-care without guilt. This book brings you the wisdom of 50 inspiring women who share their lived experiences with honesty and generosity. Their stories offer guidance, reassurance, and permission to live authentically on your own terms. Together, they show how this stage of life can be rich with meaning, purpose, freedom, and joy. These are Your Joyful Years.

Professor Joyce Harper is a down-to-earth expert in reproductive and women’s health, with almost 40 years’ experience listening to women and translating science into practical, evidence-based guidance. She has published widely about women’s health and is passionate about helping women thrive. Joyce combines research, real-world experience, and a deep belief in living life to the full, and she practices what she preaches. This book is the second in her trilogy: Your Fertile Years; Your Joyful Years; and Your Final Years.

 

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Joyce Harper is an internationally renowned and award-winning educator, author, women’s health coach, podcaster, academic, public speaker, and scientist. She is Professor of Reproductive Science at University College London in the Institute for Women’s Health, where she leads the Reproductive Science and Society Group. She has published more than 250 scientific papers and regularly gives keynote lectures at international conferences.

Joyce is deeply passionate about empowering women to live their best lives through good health and happiness. Her last book, Your Fertile Years, published by Sheldon Press in 2021, explores women’s health from puberty to menopause. In Your Joyful Years, she shares the wisdom of 50 women over 50 who are thriving, to empower women to lead a life of good health and happiness. She has started writing her next book, Your Final Years, about the end of life.

Her podcast Why didn’t anyone tell me this? is ranked in the top 10% of podcasts globally on Listen Notes and is listened to in more than 90 countries.

Joyce gives many public talks. She regularly appears in the press, on radio and TV. She is a regular guest on various BBC programmes including Women’s Hour and the BBC World Service. She has been a guest on Brian Cox’s Infinite Monkey Cage and his radio show A Question of Science and she explained sex to Philomena Cunk, in Cunk on Life.

As co-founder and co-lead of the UK Menopause Education and Support Programme (InTune) with Dr Shema Tariq and the International Reproductive Health Education Collaboration (IRHEC), Joyce is dedicated to improving reproductive health education for all ages. She collaborates with schools across the UK and globally to deliver impactful programs that promote knowledge and understanding.

An avid cold-water swimmer, Joyce is also a founding member of the research network SwimHer, which investigates the links between women’s health and cold-water swimming. Her groundbreaking work includes publishing the world’s first study about how cold-water swimming affects menstrual and menopause symptoms.

Since 2016 she has run a local women’s group in Saffron Walden, The Purple Tent.

 

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The King’s Fall

The Broken Crown Saga Book One

by Orlan Drake

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Where loyalty shatters, legends are forged.

The King’s Fall

The Broken Crown Saga Book One

by Orlan Drake

Genre: Epic Fantasy


A Gripping Tale of Royal Betrayal and Hidden Romance

When darkness falls on the kingdom of Ardanthia, readers will find themselves caught up in a story where nothing is what it seems. Princess Eloise faces impossible choices as murder and betrayal tear her world apart. Her secret love for the Prince of Caladorn adds another layer of danger to an already deadly situation. This isn’t just another royal romance – it’s a heart-pounding adventure where love and loyalty clash in the most dangerous ways possible. You’ll feel every moment of tension as Eloise walks the razor’s edge between duty and desire.

 

Mystery and Investigation That Keeps You Guessing

Sir Cedric Blackthorn brings detective skills that would make any crime solver jealous. His brilliant mind works to solve puzzles that could save or destroy an entire kingdom. As Ambassador Zafir arrives with hidden motives and Baron Gorgo schemes from the shadows, every character becomes a suspect. The investigation twists and turns through palace halls filled with secrets. You’ll find yourself trying to solve the mystery alongside Cedric, picking up clues and second-guessing every revelation. The chase scenes will have you on the edge of your seat as our heroes race against time through a kingdom ready to explode into war.

 

Fantasy Adventure That Brings Legends to Life

The Broken Crown Saga starts with this incredible first book that mixes political drama with fantasy elements that feel fresh and exciting. Secret groups work behind the scenes, pulling strings that control the fate of nations. The world-building draws you in completely, making you believe in a place where magic and politics dance together in dangerous ways. This story proves that sometimes solving one crime can prevent an entire war – and that the most important battles happen in the shadows.

 

For readers of David Eddings and Terry Brooks, this sweeping tale of betrayal, magic, and destiny will leave you breathless.

 

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The final pages of The King’s Fall. The dust of the main story has settled — or seems to have. In the palace of Armathor, deep in the Caladorn mountains, Queen Evelina is alone with Lady Seraphina D’Argent, former Crown Warden, recently returned from Ardanthia. The wine is poured. The conversation is pleasant, measured, and completely lethal. The Queen has something in mind. She is about to ask Seraphina to do something that will set the opening chapter of Book Two in motion.

 

It was said the palace of Armathor, in the heart of the Caladorn mountains, never slept, but the moon found its way to every quiet corner. The Queen’s private chamber was carved from the southern tower, a place built for solitude and scrutiny. The windows were long, slender, and set with glass so thick it kept out both winter and whisper. Heavy drapes of midnight-blue velvet, threaded with silver, muffled the chill and the city’s low night-song, leaving only the hush of breath and the crackle of torches in their sconces.

The air was thick with the scent of resin and distant snow, but another aroma ran beneath it — cloves and wine. At the room’s centre, a low table supported a decanter and two goblets. Both glasses sat half-emptied; the decanter had fogged on its bottom third, as if uncertain whether to sweat or freeze.

Queen Evelina held her glass delicately, her grip so slight it seemed the vessel might tumble from her hand if she so much as sneezed. The Queen wore her hair pinned high and loose, an unstudied crown for an unstudied hour. Her gown, a filmy sheath the shade of old tarnish, caught the torchlight and drank it in, until her figure was as much shadow as substance. The Queen’s posture was easy, almost indolent, but her eyes never left her companion.

Across from her, Lady Seraphina D’Argent sat with her knees together and her hands splayed over her lap, fingers laced with the casual precision of a chess master at ease. The former Crown Warden met the Queen’s gaze without flinching, but her eyes — a cold and analytic grey — never let go of the edges of the room.

Seraphina’s glass was untouched since the last round of words. The level had receded by a careful sip, but not a drop had been wasted. In the small triangle of space between their knees and the table, the tension was a living thing.

“It will be difficult to replace Lysandra,” the Queen observed, voice as mild as broth. “She had a unique talent for crossing lines. Even when there were none to cross.”

“I suppose her parents hoped for a daughter with fewer opinions. The Foreign Office never does choose the docile ones, Majesty. We’ll see how she handles Ardanthia’s new Queen as your Ambassador.”

“I prefer people with opinions. Docility is only a virtue to the person holding the leash.” Her eyes flicked back. “Or the knife.”

“A dangerous thing to say,” Seraphina replied.

“Danger is only dangerous if you lack purpose,” Evelina said. She set her glass down, slow, careful not to sound the rim against the marble. “And I believe, Lady Seraphina, you have purpose to spare.”

Seraphina dipped her head, not quite a bow, more an acknowledgement of a point scored. “You flatter, Majesty.”

Evelina shifted in her seat, one elbow resting along the table’s edge, the other hand reaching for a small knife to cut a crescent of lemon. The blade flashed, peeled, then stilled. “Flattery is for courtiers,” she said. “I have no use for it. Only results.”

Seraphina watched the Queen’s hand. “You called me here for a reason.”

“Yes.” The Queen dabbed the lemon to her tongue, then wiped her fingers on a strip of linen. “I want your honest assessment. Will Ardanthia hold?”

The question landed without a ripple, as if the air had been waiting for it all night. Seraphina considered, lips pursed. “In the short term, yes. The Queen has consolidated her position. Prince Evander has weathered the worst of it.” Her eyes found the window, the frost limned along its lead. “But the cracks are visible. Baron Gorgo is not the only one with an appetite. If Ardanthia is to hold, it will be because someone else wishes it so.”

“And who,” Evelina inquired, voice now soft, “is that someone?”

Seraphina’s face, already pale, went a notch whiter. “You know the answer to that, Majesty.”

Evelina did not smile. “I want to hear it.”

“Caladorn will ensure Ardanthia’s peace,” Seraphina replied. “Or its ruin. Whichever suits us best.”

A pause. The torchlight guttered, and a new wedge of shadow bled up the wall behind the Queen.

“Good,” said Evelina. “And the ambassador?”

Seraphina let her gaze rest on her own hands. “Lysandra Vale’s credentials are impeccable, though she carries more than the usual baggage.”

Evelina’s voice was all silk. “Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Seraphina said, “she was not sent merely to observe. I believe the Council of Nine expects her to destabilise the court, quietly, if the King so desires.”

The Queen nodded, her gaze shifting to fix on the tapestry hanging just beyond Seraphina’s right shoulder. “You’ve picked up quite a bit in your short time back,” she said, more to herself than her guest. “I like that ability.”

Seraphina lifted her glass, letting the wine briefly touch her lips before setting it back down. “You have always underestimated the subtlety of small acts, Majesty.”

“Small acts,” said the Queen, “are for those with small ambitions.”





Twilight’s Dominion

The Broken Crown Saga Book Two


The peace was always a lie. They just didn’t know whose.

Queen Eloise of Ardanthia has done everything right. She negotiated the alliance with Caladorn, married the prince, held her court together through blight and borderland attacks and the whispered threat of an ancient secret order. Now, with villages vanishing overnight — crops blackened, livestock dead, people simply gone — she does what any good ruler would do. She sends her best.

Sir Cedric Blackthorn, the precise and principled knight-investigator. Captain Elira, a soldier who has survived too much to flinch at anything. Tomas, a scholar more at home with footnotes than fistfights. Ryn, a street thief from the Saltspire docks whose instincts are worth more than anyone’s education. And Auralias — the Court Mage, brilliant and unsettling in equal measure — who brings knowledge of old magic that none of the others possess, and who may be the only thing standing between Ardanthia and the League of the Moon.

Together, they are hunting the League before the League can finish what it started.

What they find will change everything they think they know — about the attacks, the conspiracy, and the true scale of what is being assembled in the dark. There are artifacts, older than any living kingdom, whose power was thought lost to history. There are secrets buried so deep that uncovering them will cost more than anyone is prepared to pay. And there is a question, growing louder with every mile: who, exactly, is the enemy?

Twilight’s Dominion is a story about loyalty tested to breaking, courts where every smile hides a calculation, and the particular horror of realising that the enemy has been in the room all along. It is about a queen learning that the peace she built was built for her — and a company of mismatched, battle-worn companions who keep fighting even after the ground gives way beneath them.

Set across mountain fortresses carved from living rock, fog-wrapped port cities, a besieged royal palace, and the treacherous corridors of two kingdoms in collision, this is epic fantasy for readers who like their politics sharp, their magic consequential, and their betrayals earned.

Perfect for readers who love:

*The political intrigue of A Song of Ice and Fire

*The ensemble loyalty of The Lies of Locke Lamora

*The world-building depth of Robin Hobb

*Characters who are competent, scarred, and worth caring about

“There’s no certainty in what’s ahead. But I’d rather die among friends than watch the world go to monsters.”

The Broken Crown Saga:
Book One: The King’s Fall
Book Two: Twilight’s Dominion
Book Three: Echoes of Kings – coming soon

 

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Sir Cedric and his companions have returned to Silverspire Castle to report to Queen Eloise and her Council after a dangerous mission at the monastery of Delrith. They bring hard evidence of a conspiracy larger than anyone suspected — and devastating news about one of their own. The Council chamber is full. The Queen is waiting. What happens next, none of them could have predicted.

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The council chamber was a vast oval, ringed with marble pillars, every one carved with a record of war. The seats for the Council fanned out from a long, narrow table, its surface bare save for ink and paper. At the far end, Queen Eloise sat in her high-backed throne, her gown the shade of dying violets, her face as pale and unforgiving as winter. The court was full — nobles, a retinue of scribes and guards — and all of them silent as the companions entered.

At her right, the seat for the Mage was empty. Cedric’s stomach twisted, but he showed nothing. He bowed, Elira and Ryn following suit, Tomas bobbing more than bowing.

Eloise’s voice broke the silence, sharp and unadorned. “Report.”

Cedric stepped forward. “Majesty. We reached the monastery at Delrith. The League of the Moon found us there. We managed to recover a primary source, but…” He hesitated, then forced it out. “We lost Auralias. He stayed behind to hold off pursuit and ensure our escape. We believe he is dead.”

The court did not gasp. There was a more subtle reaction: the ripple of discomfort, the tightening of fingers around chair arms, the almost imperceptible shuffling as people recalculated the balance of power. At the dais, Queen Eloise’s hand gripped the throne so tightly that the veins stood out on her wrist.

Tomas managed to find his voice. “We have proof. The League is not just a cult — they are organised, disciplined. Their goal is to reassemble ancient artifacts of the old Empire and use them to seize power over every kingdom. It’s not a myth. It’s—” He trailed off, eyes wide as the implication landed.

Baron Gorgo stood, his bulk forcing the men on either side to cower away from him. “If this is true, then we must move now. Strike at every suspected agent, burn the infection from the city.”

High Councillor Voss coughed, a wet, phlegmy sound. “We have no evidence beyond the testimony of a handful of survivors. What if this is fearmongering? What if the so-called League is but a puppet, and the real threat lies elsewhere?”

Lady Veyra, who had not spoken, fixed the companions with a stare so cold Tomas’ chest tightened. “And what of the Mage? If he is so easily lost, how can we trust you to stand against the League?”

Cedric’s voice was a flat line. “Auralias was the strongest among us. He bought us the time to bring this warning. If you question our loyalty, you may as well summon the executioner now.”

A murmur ran around the table — some found it brave, others suicidal. Queen Eloise did not flinch.

“We will not be provoked into rash action,” she said, her voice a blade. “Ardanthia has survived by caution, not bravado.”

Gorgo laughed, a sound that rattled the torches on the walls. “Caution is what the world calls cowardice, when it looks back at ruined cities.”

At the table, the silence rebuilt itself. Queen Eloise spoke at last, her words measured and final. “You have done your duty, and the realm owes you. Rest. You will be summoned if needed.” She dismissed them with a gesture.

As the companions turned to leave, the doors at the far end of the chamber exploded open. Two guards struggled to restrain a figure between them, half-dragged, half-walking, his blue cloak tattered, the white of his hair now streaked with blood and dust.

Auralias.

He stumbled forward, collapsing against the council table, his breath rasping in his chest. The guards tried to pull him upright, but he shook them off, barely able to keep his feet.

The court erupted — not in applause, not in approval, but in a stunned, horrified silence. Queen Eloise rose from her seat, the movement so abrupt the guards flinched back. Baron Gorgo reached for his sword. Even Lady Veyra looked up, the mask of composure slipping for an instant.

Auralias raised his head, blood running down the line of his jaw. “Forgive me,” he croaked, “for the interruption. I have news.”

He gripped the back of the nearest chair to keep from collapsing.

The room held its breath, the fate of the realm balancing on a ragged edge, waiting for the next word to tip it either way.

For a full minute, the hall was silent but for the wet trickle of blood from Auralias’s temple, pattering onto the polished floor in erratic counterpoint to the wild pulse in every chest. No one moved. Even Baron Gorgo’s hands, usually restless, had stilled on the arms of his chair, his eyes locked on the mage as if trying to will him back into the grave from which he’d clearly escaped. Lady Veyra tilted her head, eyes narrowed, as though observing a particularly clever parlour trick with the potential to upend the world.

Auralias straightened, shuddered, and found his breath. When he spoke, his voice was not the sonorous music it once had been; it scraped the air, raw and urgent.

“Your Majesty. Council. I regret the spectacle, but I would not have returned had it not been vital.” He coughed, and the blood painted a fresh streak down his jaw. “I have spent the last three weeks hunted by the League and worse things. Only the death of their Magister and the chaos after let me slip free. The League of the Moon is real. They are many, and now, they are desperate.”

The word ‘real’ ricocheted around the marble like a stone thrown through stained glass. A low ripple of horror passed through the gallery, some nobles gasping, others crossing themselves in the old, forbidden way. Queen Eloise stood, not bothering to mask the tremor in her hands. She moved around the table, descending the three steps of the dais with a dancer’s balance.

“Speak clearly, Mage,” she said. “What do they want? What is their aim?”






I am a new author writing under the pen name Orlan Drake, my real name is Chris Hills Farrow.  I’ve worked as a freelance writer for magazines in the past but have always wanted to write fiction, and after having more free time during the lockdowns, I have made some progress. I enjoy fantasy because it opens my mind to other worlds or ways of life that do not exist in real life, or have ever existed.

Chicken Fun

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Children’s Picture Book

Date Published: 06-01-2023

Publisher: Storytellin’ Time Press


 




This fun-filled rhyming picture book for very young learners will provide an introduction to numbers and counting while children are having a good time. There are ten chickens as they play in their backyard, getting up to a variety of shenanigans such as running from bees, playing baseball, dancing and even going on a date.

 


About the Author


Mary Jo Huff is a passionate storyteller, award-winning author, songwriter, and Early Childhood Educator who believes in the magic of words, rhythm, and imagination. Her creations have earned top national honors, including the NAPPA Gold, iParenting, Parents’ Choice, Dove, Teacher’s Choice, Kids’ First, and Mom’s Choice awards.

Children giggle and grow with her stories — from the mischievous adventures of No, No, Ebenezer, a spirited dachshund with a big heart, to the playful journeys in Chicken Fun, Going on a Gator Hunt, and The Predictable Persimmon.

As a seasoned educator and master storyteller, Mary Jo has inspired audiences in 47 states and three countries, sharing her love of language through staff development sessions, author visits, and children’s programs that burst with laughter, learning, and joy.

A dynamic keynote speaker, Mary Jo has graced Early Childhood conferences nationwide, leading hundreds of high-energy workshops and professional development events. With a heart for nurturing both children and teachers, she draws on 38 years as a center director — where she guided a team and cared for 115 bright, curious young minds every day.

Through every story, song, and puppet, Mary Jo invites children and educators alike to discover the wonder of storytelling and the power it must connect hearts, spark creativity, and make learning unforgettable.


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A Sunrise in Rio

by Rachel Matthews

Genre: Cozy Fake Dating Vacation Romance 

 


A cold playboy in need of a fiancee.

A sweet photographer in need of a job.

A proposal that would last a lifetime.


A Sunrise in Rio

by Rachel Matthews

Genre: Cozy Fake Dating Vacation Romance 



A cold playboy in need of a fiancee.

A sweet photographer in need of a job.

A proposal that would last a lifetime.


Eric Jansen was aware of his reputation. As a stoic widower with a mysterious past, work was his only solace…until his investors threaten to end the deal. With a new luxury hotel and housing development for underprivileged families on the line in scenic Rio de Janeiro, the beautiful new photographer, Jayla Mitchelson, is perfect for the job. She may also be the perfect woman to claim his heart.

 

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    Jayla stared at him, stunned. “Did you just say fiancée? As in…engaged?” The word echoed in her mind, making her frown as if she hadn’t heard it right. “I thought you needed a date.” 

Eric slipped a hand into his pocket. “It’s a bit more complicated than that. Our potential investor values traditional family structures. He believes an engagement would, let’s say, enhance our credibility.”

Jayla’s shock turned into something sharper. Oh, so her photography skills didn’t matter? Was she just supposed to play dress-up and pretend to be in love with Mr. Perfect? “You can’t be serious.”

Eric watched her pace. “It would help me greatly.”

“For your little charade?” Jayla’s voice grew louder. “Is that why you hired me? To be nothing more than your arm candy?”

Eric closed his eyes a moment before he shook his head. “No, Jayla, it’s not like that.”

She stopped pacing, arms crossed. “Then why bring me down here? Why go through this phony interview process, checking out my site and bringing me–” She gasped. “Is that why you took me to breakfast? The sightseeing? Was that part of softening me up?”

“Jayla—”

She glanced back at the huge building. “If I say no, are you going to, what, chop me up and hide me in the building?” She began rummaging through her camera bag. “Look, buddy. I got Mace, and I will not hesitate to use it. I don’t care how many yachts you own.”

Eric froze mid-step toward her, then covered his mouth. His shoulders started shaking, and before Jayla could react, he doubled over, laughing uncontrollably.

“What—” Jayla’s indignation mixed with confusion. “What is so funny?”

He couldn’t even answer, leaning against a nearby lamppost for support as he laughed.

Jayla watched him, arms crossed, trying to maintain her anger. 

But as Eric continued laughing with his eyes sparkling with tears, something shifted inside her. This wasn’t the composed CEO showing off his engaging smile. This was just Eric. Just a man finding genuine humor in her conspiracy theory.

“Oh, Jayla.” He finally managed to stop laughing, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry, but that was not the reaction I was expecting.”

She raised her hands, still stunned. “Well, what exactly were you expecting, Eric? You bring me out here, make this grand gesture, and then—”

“It sounds insane, I know,” he interrupted. “But hear me out. This deal is critical to my company. And I need someone who isn’t part of the usual circle, someone who won’t leak it to the press or get too involved. Someone I can trust to keep their distance while we manage these investors.” He watched her for a moment. “And when it’s done, we go our separate ways. But in the meantime,” his tone shifted slightly, “since we’ll be working together for the next few months, why not…”

He let the sentence linger.

“I’ll pay you twenty-five thousand dollars per workday. Seem reasonable?”

Her mouth fell open. Had she heard him right? Twenty-five thousand per day?

“Eric, I—”

“Think about it,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “Don’t answer yet. Sleep on it. I know it’s a lot to process, but honestly, Jayla, it would mean a great deal to me… to us both. We wouldn’t have to see each other outside of a set plan, anyway. The meetings, the photo opportunities, that’s it. Your time is your own.”

Jayla nodded slowly. She didn’t even want to think of what Donna would say if she mentioned this. It sounded crazy. And the crazier fact was… she started considering it.

“I’ll think about it.”




Author of clean, cozy reads about love and romance, Rachel Matthews is a wife, daughter, crocheter, artist, and dreamer all rolled into one. She’s dreamed of writing ever since she was little and now enjoys penning them for readers all around the world. Part mermaid and part stuffed animal wrangler, she currently lives in San Diego where she is fighting an addiction to the beach while enjoying free time with her own romantic hero husband.

 

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Last Bite

by Amy S. Peele

Genre: Cozy Mystery

 


A mouth-watering home run of a beach read where a newly widowed woman finds second chances through a funeral catering business and the magic of Chicago baseball.


Last Bite

by Amy S. Peele

Genre: Cozy Mystery



A mouth-watering home run of a beach read, this lighthearted romantic comedy featuring a newly widowed fortysomething takes the reader on a joyful romp through-out some of Chicago’s finest eateries—with a dash of Cubs baseball on the side.


In the heart of Chicago, forty-five-year-old Angie Sortino finds herself at a crossroads. Recently widowed, she discovers that her deceased husband, Vinnie, has left her penniless. Until his City pension can be cleared up, she’s on her own.

Angie has just taken a job at Chicago City Hall as a cleaning woman when her spirited twenty-two-year-old niece, Gina, and Gina’s best friend, Kim, approach her with the idea of starting a catering company targeting funeral parlors. Seeing a chance to reawaken her own culinary aspirations, Angie gets on board. As the three women embark on this new venture, they face the challenges of the catering business, from securing clients to perfecting their menu. Angie and Gina’s love for the Chicago Cubs adds a playful twist to their journey; they often find inspiration in the vibrant atmosphere of Wrigley Field. Gina’s youthful enthusiasm, meanwhile, contrasts with Angie’s cautious nature, leading to hilarious mishaps, unexpected romantic encounters, and heartfelt moments.

Through late-night brainstorming sessions and spontaneous cooking experiments, Angie begins to find her voice, both in the kitchen and in her life—and ultimately, with the support of a respected funeral director, Gina and Kim, and an unexpected new love interest, she learns to embrace her worth and pursue happiness.

 

“Last Bite is a deliciously layered novel that mixes humor, heart, and mystery in equal measure.” —Chicago Book Review

 

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              The Cubs Boys approached her and offered their condolences one by one, giving her the big bear hugs she had become accustomed to from Vinnie and his buddies. They all smelled like sausage and beer. Clearly, they had stopped at some local tavern beforehand, as was the custom, Vinnie had shared with her, when his buddies attended funerals.

Angie continued to greet each well-meaning guest, some offering their deepest condolences; others she needed to console.

A handsome man in a dark blue tailored suit approached her. He put his hand out and she reciprocated, and he gently cupped both Angie’s hands in his large hands. “Hello, Angie, you may not remember me; we only met briefly a few times. I went to high school with Vinnie. We lost touch and then reconnected years ago. He and I would ditch classes and go to the afternoon Cubs games. My name is Ralph Conti.” His soft smile revealed perfect white teeth, dimples, and kindness.

Angie felt his soft hands and glanced down at his manicured nails, which looked familiar, and no wedding band. She inhaled deeply and detected a hint of the perfume from the bathroom. “So nice to see you, Ralph. Thank you for coming. I believe you’re the one who gave Vinnie the Cubs World Series ring.”

“Indeed, I did. It was the least I could do. Vinnie was a very generous business partner; we collaborated on many city projects. He spoke so highly of you. The picture he showed me didn’t do you justice; you’re a very elegant and beautiful woman. You reminded me of my own wife who I lost to cancer two years ago.

I’m so sorry for your loss. I know how hard it is.”

Angie gazed into his rich brown eyes and let out an audible sigh. He smiled at her. “I’m sorry for your loss too, Ralph.”

“Here’s my card. When things slow down, please do call me. We can meet for a cup of coffee or lunch and share Vinnie stories.”

She took his card and put it in her pocketbook. “Thanks, Ralph. I’d like that.” Angie noticed that Mario was glaring at her and Ralph from across the room.

After Ralph took his leave and walked toward the door, Angie watched to see if a woman followed, but saw no one.

The crowd continued to thin until it was just Connie, Gina, Kim, and Louie. Angie collapsed in the high-back chair, took her sensible pumps off, and put her feet on the ottoman. “I can’t think, everything is happening so fast. This is the weirdest funeral I’ve ever been at.”

“I must say it ranks right up there for me too,” Louie commented.

Gina handed Angie a glass of water. “Here you go, Aunt Angie. You need to remember to drink a lot of water; these types of events can dehydrate the best of us.”

Kim set a pitcher of water on the table next to her. “Here’s some more when you need it.”

“You’re so thoughtful, Kim, such a help,” Angie remarked.

“I’m going to go finish cleaning up. Let me know if you need anything else.” Kim walked toward the kitchen.

“What a nice friend you have, Gina,” Angie commented.

“I couldn’t have done any of this without her,” Gina shared. Angie looked around to confirm it was just her, Gina, and Connie, who was sitting in the companion high-back chair next to Angie. “You are not going to believe what happened to me in the bathroom earlier.” Angie explained the brief sex interlude, and all three of them laughed.

“At least someone’s getting some,” Connie, who had been single a long time, declared.

“I don’t know who the woman was, but the man was Ralph, that fancy pants fella.”

“Sex at a funeral parlor—ew.” Gina winced. “Who does that?”

Connie smiled. “You’d be surprised. I noticed that guy right away. Looked like he stepped out of GQ. That is one yummy-looking fella; if I were younger, thinner, and more flexible,that guy would be mine.”

“Mom!” Gina yelped. They all laughed.

“When you’re ready, Angie, we’ll head over to Murphy’s Bleachers for a little reception, then you can go home.”

Angie just nodded. “Murphy’s. I don’t have much gas left in my tank; every bone in my forty-five-year-old body is aching,” she said with a sigh. “Hmm, I guess I can go for a little while.” Another long sigh.

Just as they were ready to leave, Louie pulled Angie aside and handed her an envelope. “Could you give me a call tomorrow? Two of your three credit cards were denied, and we’ll need to settle your account before the end of the week for the balance.” Angie raised her index and middle fingers to her temples and rubbed them, wondering, Where did all our money go? Vinnie said we were golden.



Amy S Peele was born and raised in the Chicago area, and now lives in Marin County in California. Having spent thirty five years working in the field of organ transplantation, she brings a fresh, knowledgable, and humorous new voice into the world of mystery novels.

In addition to killing people in her murder mysteries, she enjoys meditating, teaching yoga, swimming, and pursuing her spirituality by studying the teachings of Deepak Chopra. Amy invites you to her website http://www.amyspeele.com to learn more about her.

 

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Chicken Fun

@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #ChickenFun #MaryJoHuff #ChildrensBook

 

 


Children’s Picture Book

Date Published: 06-01-2023

Publisher: Storytellin’ Time Press



This fun-filled rhyming picture book for very young learners will provide an introduction to numbers and counting while children are having a good time. There are ten chickens as they play in their backyard, getting up to a variety of shenanigans such as running from bees, playing baseball, dancing and even going on a date.

 


About the Author


Mary Jo Huff is a passionate storyteller, award-winning author, songwriter, and Early Childhood Educator who believes in the magic of words, rhythm, and imagination. Her creations have earned top national honors, including the NAPPA Gold, iParenting, Parents’ Choice, Dove, Teacher’s Choice, Kids’ First, and Mom’s Choice awards.

Children giggle and grow with her stories — from the mischievous adventures of No, No, Ebenezer, a spirited dachshund with a big heart, to the playful journeys in Chicken Fun, Going on a Gator Hunt, and The Predictable Persimmon.

As a seasoned educator and master storyteller, Mary Jo has inspired audiences in 47 states and three countries, sharing her love of language through staff development sessions, author visits, and children’s programs that burst with laughter, learning, and joy.

A dynamic keynote speaker, Mary Jo has graced Early Childhood conferences nationwide, leading hundreds of high-energy workshops and professional development events. With a heart for nurturing both children and teachers, she draws on 38 years as a center director — where she guided a team and cared for 115 bright, curious young minds every day.

Through every story, song, and puppet, Mary Jo invites children and educators alike to discover the wonder of storytelling and the power it must connect hearts, spark creativity, and make learning unforgettable.


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Website

Facebook

Twitter: Mary Jo Huff

Goodreads


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