​He’s been locked away his entire life.
He dreams of freedom.
The only way he can accomplish his goals is by breaking free of the chains tying him to a dark past and gloomy existence. But there’s one catch. He’s not human. 
And he’s never set foot outside his jail.

Devoted to saving his peers as well as his own life, he sets out to find the one person that can help him achieve his objectives. He knows where she will be and what she will look like, but what he doesn’t anticipate is the fact he finds himself caring for the girl whose life he’s put at risk, more and more each day.

He has no name.
He has only known hatred and violence before her.
However, she will teach him to have faith in humanity, even if she can’t trust him.
Together they will embark on a journey to bring down a corrupt system responsible for the loss of many innocent lives. But when he finds his feelings compromised, can he still move on knowing that doing so will put an end to the life she once knew? How far is he willing to go to be free?

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About the Author:
Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.
She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.
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Julie C. Gardner is the author of Letters for Scarlet and Guest List. A native of Southern California, Julie lives in a suburb of LA with her husband, two children, and three dogs. When Julie isn’t writing, she enjoys reading, napping, and finding new excuses not to run. Lily by Any Other Name is Julie’s first Young Adult novel.
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Nicole Sobon is the author of The Emile Reed Chronicles (YA Science Fiction), the Outbreak duology, Collide (NA Romance), and more!
 
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Shuffling of the Dead
Lydia and Wickham returned to London just in time to suffer the coldest winter yet recorded. Thus, when Wickham steals a painting worth twenty pounds and sells it to the wealthy man who controls the docks, claiming it to be a masterpiece, he gets shot in the chest.
 
Four days later, Lydia learns he’s dead. By the time his body is ready to be buried, the ground has frozen solid, so Lydia only has two choices: Buy a very expensive above ground tomb for her beloved Wickham, or place him in a large and much cheaper tomb where he can remain for many years before his bones are removed to make space for the newly dead.
 
Lydia decides Wickham would enjoy the company of others and bought him temporary space inside the large tomb.

By the late 18th century the London churchyards were becoming overcrowded and the situation continued to worsen as we moved into the early 19th century. New cemeteries were established as private speculations, generally offering slightly lower charges for burials than the churchyards, but they filled up fast.
 
Moving out old bodies to make room for new bodies became a standard procedure by the time Wickham is buried in 1817.

BLURB
Thanks to David’s generosity and the death of Wickham, Lydia Bennet is now a wealthy, independent woman. When Lydia takes residence in the finest house in the West End, her brother-in-law, Darcy, is concerned that she is ‘over her head’.
Despite his concerns, Darcy retrieves his sister, Georgiana, from Pemberley and places her with Lydia. The two young ladies, both recently widowed, form a strong sisterly bond and once their mourning is over, they set out to find love again.
Unfortunately, the man Lydia wishes to marry, David, the Duke of Rochester, is already contracted to marry another. When Lydia discovers this woman plans to murder David and his sons, she rallies her servants and friends, determined to stop murderess at all costs. Will Lydia’s love of David and his boys triumph, or will the “Lady of Death” continue her path of destruction?
 
EXCERPT
It sleeted the day of Wickham’s funeral. The ground was too hard to dig, so Lydia paid to have him interned in a large tomb. He would not be alone, nor would he stay forever. Darcy had explained that the grave keepers would remove the bones of the deceased to make room for the more recent dead far in the future.
 
Lydia considered paying for a private tomb, but when she learned of the outrageous cost, she concluded Wickham would be much happier in the tomb with company.
 
Still, she was disturbed by the paucity of mourners. Only she and Eliza wept for her charming Wickham. Darcy had accompanied them to the grave site, but he shed no tears. It upset her that a man so universally liked only five years ago had no friends left to mourn him but his wife and her angry sister. Darcy had placed a small notice in the paper stating the particulars of the funeral, but either people missed it, or Wickham was friendless.
She feared the latter, which made her cry more.
“I will always love you, sweet Wickham. Always!” She then dried her eyes with her finest lace handkerchief and placed it on his chest. A strip of linen covered his face. Darcy had explained it necessary since he had laid four days in the marshland and now two days in the morgue.
She shivered as she stepped back to give Eliza a chance to say goodbye to him as well.
Eliza spoke so softly, she couldn’t hear what her sister had said, but by the furrowed brow of Darcy, he had heard and didn’t like it.
Darcy did not speak to Wickham. He simply placed a half crown upon Lydia’s handkerchief and escorted both ladies back to the carriage. Given the sleet had intensified during the funeral, he held firm to each lady to prevent them from slipping.
 
 
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Liza O’Connor’s favorite books are Pride & Prejudice and Douglas Adams’ four book trilogy, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Go figure…
Raised in the southern mid-section of U.S., Liza escaped to the East Coast once out of college. She’s worked as a journalist, a radio DJ, a security guard, a stock broker, a strategist, and a business solutions consultant to name a few of her many occupations.  Again…go figure.
She learned to fly planes, jump out of planes, hang-glide, kayak and scuba dive, to name of few of her ‘let’s kill Liza’ sports. However, her favorite activity is to hike with her dog Jess among the shaved mountains of NJ.
 
 
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Lydia looked on the bright side of life during the first book, Untamed and Unabashed. She took what life had given her and made a better life out of it. Now she's back and is even stronger than ever. 

After the death of her husband, she becomes a woman of the town in her own right and sets out to make things better for not only herself but others. However, love continues to elude her...but not for long. 

Ms. O'Connor provides the many pitfalls and challenges along the way which allow Lydia to overcome as she searches for her own Happily Ever After. I love that Ms. O'Connor takes a secondary character in literary history and turns her into a viable and enterprising young woman, much as Margaret Atwood does for the women of Shakespeare. 

If you are looking for a tale of perseverance and strength of character, The Duchess Lydia is a wonderful story for you. It will make you wish Ms. O'Connor could help other sad secondary and misunderstood women of literature... what's next? Giving humanity to the witches of MacBeth? Let's not tempt her!

No nightmares about my dad’s car crashing or my sister’s tiny face vanishing in a window of red. No, not anymore. Now when I sleep I fall into an expanse of frozen wilderness, the other life I’ve lived…

The one I’ve lived with him.

Anna experiences vivid dreams from a past-life she lived in the 1800s with her husband Robert and their children in the wilderness of the Michigan Territory. Much like her own mother grieving the man and child she lost, Anna can’t simply let go of the memories that haunt her.

But when she runs into Robert in this lifetime, a whirlwind of their past lives—and deaths—rocks her modern world to the core. What will she be willing to risk to spend every lifetime with Robert?
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In the twists and turns of “repeating” their lives over and over through time, Anna must sacrifice everything for a glimpse of immortal love.

About the Author:
Lee Ann Ward is an award-winning fiction author with a background in journalism and mass communications. She is also the former Senior Editor of a digital romance publisher. Her love of books started at the age of three, and she's been addicted ever since. She's published six novels (with her seventh and eighth on the way) and has written several more. When she's not writing, she's reading, singing, baking designer cakes, bowling and dreaming. She's married to Joe (who also happens to be her publicist) and they have 4 sons who they adore, and a granddaughter who is the love of their life. They make their home in the small fishing community of Bayou La Batre, Alabama. You can find more on Lee Ann and her books at:
 
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A part of me saw her as a delicate beauty that needed protecting. But she wasn't a flower that gets torn apart in a storm; she was the storm.

Before it’s over, someone will die.

Attacks are coming from all sides: arrests, sabotage, picketing, even being framed for murder. Who is the invisible force behind it all?

And what secrets has Joe Bishop been keeping about both Adriane’s and Alec’s pasts?

EXCERPT:
“I just need you to surround the building and make sure all of Malleus goes where they’re told.”

“Ground rules?”

“None.”

He sneered, the happy kind. I’d just told him he could beat the shit out of any of them if he wanted.

I waved one of the guys in the back to come forward. He was a local small-time con artist, extremely personable when he wanted to be. He came up to me. His smile looked like Prince Charming.

“There are a few people living in the building who are not connected to Malleus. I want you to mark their door so El Parros doesn’t mess with them. And inform them that most of their neighbors are being evicted and to please stay inside and lock their doors.” I gave him a sheet of labels on which I’d written “PROTECTED.”

Still smiling that smile, he took the labels and the list of apartment numbers and headed inside.

I sent the thugs to surround the building, and once Prince Charming came out, I sent in El Parros to start evicting.

Only a few minutes later, they started streaming out like cockroaches. The first one out the door bolted for the fence at the back of the apartment building, and then he stumbled forward and fell face first into a dirty patch of grass. No one seemed to have noticed where Vincent had gone, the third-story laundry room window of the neighboring building. The rounds in the rifle were just rubber; they wouldn’t kill anyone, but the gun packed enough force to knock a man down and the rounds hurt like a motherfucker.

The next man out tried to run as well, until a rubber bullet made him smack into the side of the building.

“Over there!” Vlad commanded and pointed to the middle of the road, and the rest of the cockroaches followed as ordered.

Carlos came out of the building and across the street to me. “That’s all of them, bitches, too.”

“Did you come across any children?”

“No kids. Just a few crying in the protected apartments.”

I glanced around to be certain Garrison still had the local uniforms busy elsewhere and then walked over to where Malleus was gathered in the middle of the street. They were closely surrounded by El Parros and the others.

Everyone focused on me as I stood in front of them.

I addressed Malleus. “You’re leaving town. Now.”

“Right,” a guy with red, spiked hair scoffed.

I nodded slightly toward him, and a rubber bullet made red-spikes smack into the asphalt.

“I suggest the rest of you look around,” I said. “Anything seem unusual about your company?”

They glanced around at their herders—sneak thieves, con artists, drug dealers, enforcers, and El Parros. Several of them raised their eyebrows. This group didn’t usually associate in general, let alone work together on a job. “Any idea what would bring such a group into this unlikely alliance?”

A young man in a dirty white T-shirt raised his hand.

I managed not to roll my eyes and just looked at him.

“You, Mr. Kaden.”

“Very good. You get a gold star.” I started walking casually around the group. “How many of you are from this city?”

Several of them slowly raised their hands.

“Then you’ll know quite clearly what happens when you cross a Kaden. Anyone care to explain to the class?”

“We ain’t never crossed you,” dirty-white-T-shirt said.

I gave a slight nod, and a well-placed round hit him in the thigh and knocked his leg out from under him. He yelled out in pain.

I squatted next to him and spoke calmly. “I suggest you shut the fuck up before I make you bleed.”

He pressed his lips together, and pain etched itself in his face as if chiseling rock.
I stood and continued slowly circling the group. “You will leave town. Tonight. You will not return. You will not maintain any relationships with anyone in this city. You will not even discuss this city. I have informed all of my contacts that you are not welcome here, and they are to demonstrate that if they see you.” I stopped walking and faced them squarely. “I have authorized them to use whatever means of demonstration they find most effective.”

Vlad, El Parros, and most of the others sneered.

I started walking away, toward my car. “I’m giving you five minutes’ head start before my contacts begin demonstrating.”
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Running footsteps sounded from behind me. They yelled at each other to get out of the way. My enforcers laughed as they watched.

About the Author:
M.S. Kaye has several awards and published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.

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