Thursday Teaser: Somewhere on St. Thomas

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StThomas-lowresA Michaels Family Romance (book 1)

By Toby Neal

You could WIN a free e-copy of Somewhere in the City, Book 2 in this series. Find out how at the end of the excerpt.

Chapter 1 

I never expected a spelling bee to be the apogee of my life, but the night of July thirtieth, 1983, turned out to be exactly that. I was one of two finalists competing for a major college scholarship, and I needed to win or I was going to be stuck on our tiny island of Saint Thomas in the Virgin Islands, cleaning hotel rooms.

Blinded by hot stage lights, I clutched the old wooden podium and stood listening to my competition recite, “Succedaneum.” Thank God they didn’t also require a definition. Sweat prickled under my armpits.

My competition, a tall gangly boy with thick glasses and an accent that marked him as from the nearby French Antilles, made it through. Modest applause followed his effort.

“Antediluvian,” the proctor said. Oh, this felt like cheating because I knew it so well. My parents had come to St. Thomas to do religious work, stayed on past their allotted stint, and made a niche on the island managing vacation rental homes for off-islanders.

“Antediluvian,” I stated. “Of, or pertaining to the period preceding the Great Flood referred to in the Bible. A-n-t-e-d-i-l-u-v-i-a-n.”

More applause than the other kid got. I was showing off a bit, but I was tired of proving that red hair and big boobs meant bimbo. All I had to do now to prove that to the world was get off this rock, go to college, and become a lawyer in the big city.

“Xanthosis,” the proctor said to the gangly boy. The kid’s Adam’s apple worked as he blinked behind his glasses. I could tell it was over.

“Xanthosis,” the kid repeated. “Z-a-n-t-h-o-s-i-s.”

The buzzer marked his shame, and sympathetic clapping escorted him off the stage. I felt bad for him, but he was younger and there would be other chances. This was it for me, and if I could get this word right, I’d win a golden ticket out of here. And oh, how badly I needed to get out of this palm-tree studded, nowhere paradise. There was nothing for me here—except my family, of course.

“Pococurante,” the proctor said to me.

The lights blinded me. I clung to the podium and I shut my eyes. I could feel the prickle of sweat under my arms penetrating the green fabric of the dress Mom had told me to wear to enhance the color of my eyes. I tried not to hyperventilate. I pictured myself as the lawyer I hoped to be, making a confident plea to a jury.

I knew what this word meant, but I wasn’t sure of the spelling. I sucked in a breath, blew it out, and went for it.

“Pococurante,” I said.  “To be indifferent to something. And I am certainly not p-o-c-o-c-u-r-a-n-t-e to winning this scholarship. I want it more than anything.”

Huge applause broke out as a bell marked the end of the competition. My dad ran to the front of the stage and I hopped off and into his arms.

“I did it!”

“I never had a doubt, Ruby,” he exclaimed, blue eyes extra-bright with excitement. “You’re going to get your dream, girl!”

Mom, Pearl, and Jade were right behind him, and we mass-hugged in the narrow area in front of the battered wooden stage. I had the best, most loving family: Mom, sturdy and tall with her auburn hair and hazel eyes; ten-year-old Jade, who shared my green eyes but had Mom’s hair, and Pearl who had Dad’s blue eyes and curly blonde hair, already so beautiful at fourteen that she should wear a bag on her head.

Yes, this was the night I found out for sure I’d to be able to go to Northeastern University, where I’ve already been accepted. With this win, I’d be leaving in two weeks.

“Got a nice dinner planned,” Mom said. “Lobster and fish. Hope you don’t mind we invited company on your special night—he brought the main dish.”

“Who is it?” I frowned a little. Mom and Dad were hospitable to a fault, always inviting ex-pats or the transient workers they hired for cleaning and yard work over for meals.

“New yard and coconut trimming guy.” Dad hefted Jade up like she was two, and headed for the door. “Sailor. Seems to have some ocean skills.” Dad liked guys with ocean skills. I usually found them not that bright.

Mom winked. “I think you’ll like this one, Ruby.”

“Hah. I’m out of here,” I snorted. Mom knew how focused I was, so she liked to tease that I was going to fall in love, marry a local, and end up staying on Saint Thomas.

About Somewhere on St. Thomas

***FINALIST: Reader’s Choice Award, The Romance Reviews*** 

Redheaded spelling champion Ruby Michaels meets the wrong man on the eve of her departure from St. Thomas for college—and fireworks ensue. “I wasn’t going to be derailed by anyone—no matter how handsome and interesting,” she vowed. But some promises are made to be broken.

“Toby Neal introduces Caribbean island girl, Ruby Day Michaels, a modern-day young woman who will capture your heart. Ruby is sure to delight readers who love a smart, delightful heroine who is not afraid to speak her mind.” Eden Baylee, author

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About the author

Toby Neal, bestselling author of Hawaii mystery Torch Ginger

Toby Neal

Toby Neal was raised on Kauai in Hawai’i and makes the Islands home after living elsewhere for “stretches of exile” to pursue education. Toby enjoys outdoor activities including bodyboarding, scuba diving, photography and hiking as well as writing. A mental health therapist, Toby credits that career with adding depth to the characters in the Lei Crime Series.

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Thursday Teaser: Once Upon a [Stolen] Time

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By Samreen Ahsan

Once Upon A [Stolen\ TimeShe is standing in my courtyard. Everything in nature surrounds her—hugs her and is dazzled by her…including me.

Beautiful flowers of every hue and aroma are grown in this majestic garden. My eyes are burning; I’m simultaneously overwhelmed and awed by the colorful oasis. Never have I been so close to nature, to growing things. Her alchemy drives me mad.

She’s gifted me with all the colors, but I painted her with darkness.

As much as I crave feeling the sunlight and the flowers against my skin, I want her touch too. I am cursed and doomed to never experience the beauty of the natural world, for all eternity.

She watches me with extreme hatred in her eyes—her gaze throwing fireballs at me. She doesn’t know I’m already burning, but since she despises me so much, I can’t even dare to come close to her. I want to end this tortuous distance between us—but I was the one who created this hatred in her.

She was a beautiful tender rose—I stole her fragrance, crushed her petals and burned her in hell. If I knew the fire with which I was conflagrating her would come to engulf me—I swear I wouldn’t have done it. Her spell is too strong for me not to fall; her curse is too mighty for me to run away.

Her deadly yet magical existence haunts me, excites me and has thrown me into a pit of deep lust. She is my prisoner, but she doesn’t realize that I’m the one who’s already submitted to her slavery, when I first touched her.

Despite being her captor, I am still her captive.GiftedMe

About Once Upon a [Stolen] Time

2015…

All her life, Myra Farrow has been obsessed with medieval castles—and the kings and princes who once inhabited them. Now, wealthy videogame designer Steve Bernard wants her to model for a princess character in his new game. Myra can’t resist his offer, especially when she learns that Steve plans to film inside the mysterious Hue Castle—a cursed, barren, colorless place forbidden to visitors for centuries. But unknown to Myra, her soul is bound to Hue Castle by blood and sorcery. When she enters its doors, she awakens dark powers that will reach through time—stealing her past, torturing her present, and rewriting her future.

1415…

Edward Hue, the last of the Hue royal bloodline, has never stood in the sunshine or held a living flower. Cursed from birth to live in darkness and bring death to all he touches, he is at the mercy of his cruel, tyrannical father, who will not rest until he shatters Edward’s soul and makes his son into a diabolical copy of himself. Edward’s one hope is the mysterious woman who haunts his dreams—who will either break his curse and bring him out of the darkness, or destroy him utterly.

For Myra and Edward, past and future collide in a tale of love, obsession, betrayal, and the hope for redemption.

Once Upon A [Stolen] Time is available at:

About the author

samreen-ahsanHistory, art and literature are Samreen Ahsan’s passions. She loves digging out information about prophecies, divine miracles and paranormal events that are mentioned in history and holy books, but don’t sound possible in today’s modern world.

She has been into reading and writing since childhood — it cannot happen without imagination, which luckily has no boundaries. Dance and music are also pastimes she enjoys, as well as reading romance fiction. I love to travel and explore historical cities.

Samreen Ahsan lives in Toronto, Canada. A Silent Prayer (A Prayer Series) is her first story about paranormal events based on Islamic concepts.

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Teaser Thursday: Wired In

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Read this preview of the latest Paradise Crime novel by Toby Neal and win a free copy

Toby will choose a commenter for an ebook copy of Wired In! Tell one thing you like about Hawaii per entry. Ends March 2.

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The child had curled her body around an old stuffed rabbit as if protecting it. She lay on a bare mattress in a walk-in closet whose gloom was held back by a night-light, her thumb in her mouth. Blond hair gleamed silver in the grainy video feed. 

Special Agent Sophie Ang swiveled the tiny video cam snaked through a hole bored in the drywall of the ceiling. She checked all four corners of the small space, and there was nothing to see but empty shelves. She brought the camera back to rest on the tiny figure in the daisy-sprigged nightgown she’d been wearing when they took her. 

“Primary feed established,” Sophie whispered into the comm unit. 

She took one more look at the child, visible in a window on the monitor, before crawling along the floor of the apartment above, pushing the floor schematic ahead of her.

Sophie drilled her second hole right near where the living room light fixture should be. She leaned all her body weight onto the silent, battery-operated pneumatic drill. The dust and wood of the subfloor and ceiling material of the unit below blew past her on a jet of warm air, making her nose tickle with an incipient sneeze. She turned her head hard, pressing her nose against her shoulder and holding her breath until the urge passed.

 Sophie felt a sudden give as the drill punched through and instantly let up on the pressure, holding the drill in place so it could suck the last bits of ceiling material out of the hole. She fed in the camera on its stiff, flexible cable, looking to see what was happening in the room below on the monitor. 

Directly beneath the eye of the camera two men lounged on couches set at right angles facing a flat screen TV. Sophie rotated the cable slowly, watching in the monitor. The camera scanned the room, taking in guns set carelessly on the coffee table beside empty pizza boxes and a pyramid of beer cans.

“Secondary cam installed and operational. Two unsubs in exterior room, armed,” Sophie whispered.

“Roger that. Return to base when camera secure.”

Sophie opened the black tool backpack she’d carried in for the operation. Inside were a battery-operated cutting saw, pliers, and the camera equipment’s plastic case. She stowed the drill in the backpack and glanced at the two open windows of the video feed, now streaming wirelessly to the surveillance van parked outside the apartment building.

The little girl rolled over, looking at the ceiling, the rabbit clutched in her arms. 

“Mama,” she whispered. “Mama.” Her eyes were black holes in the low-resolution image. Tears shone on her cheeks. Sophie felt something painful tug at her as she read the girl’s lips. She endured a flash of unwanted memory.

Something was happening in the other video feed. 

Both men had picked up their phones and were reading what looked like a text message. Sophie saw them look up at each other, and through the floor beneath her, voices rumbled to accompany her lip reading.

“The FBI is onto us. You ratted us out!” 

One of the men leapt to his feet. 

“No, you did!” the other one yelled. “You even got the payoff!”

Sophie whirled and grabbed the saw out of the tool backpack. She ran back to the hole directly above the child even as her earbud crackled with orders for the rescue team. “Move, move, move!”

Sophie flipped on the saw, set at top speed, yanked off the vacuum piece that suctioned out the dust. She brought the chainsaw-like tool down, whining like a dentist’s drill. The saw bit into the wood, tearing though it like an electric bread knife through dinner rolls. She hauled the saw up out of the hole, threw it out at another angle, and drew it toward the end of the last cut. 

The girl only had moments.

Sophie made the third cut of a triangle as the room below echoed with yelling, then the deafening bam-bam-bam of the kidnappers firing on each other.

Sophie leapt to her feet, threw aside the saw, and, hoping like hell the child had the sense to get out from under the hole appearing in her ceiling, she leapt with both feet and all her weight onto the rough triangle she’d made.

 The fall was short and hard and she landed facing the closet door as she’d planned, knees bent to absorb the landing, the mattress taking some of the shock.

She hadn’t landed on the child. That was all she cared about as a tumult of wood, drywall and dust followed her down. She drew her weapon, and the closet door opened.

Sophie fired at the dark silhouette in the doorway. She fired until the shape fell backward out of sight, and then she spun to find the girl.

Anna Marie Addams had folded herself into the corner of the closet and her rabbit was tight against her chest. She lifted her head, eyes huge. Sophie squatted down, touched Anna’s hair and whispered softly, “Don’t look. You’re safe now. But don’t look. And put your fingers in your ears.”

Anna obeyed, putting her head down over the rabbit and her hands over her ears. Sophie turned and faced the door, blocking the girl with her body. 

“Package is secure,” she said into the comm. 

Her earbud crackled. “Roger that. Breaching the apartment.”

Sophie felt Anna shudder with terror, pressed against the back of her legs, as the door cannon boomed in the exterior of the apartment. 

This time the doorway filled with nothing but a man’s arm, firing into the closet. Sophie fired back, but her breath was stolen by a blow to the chest that knocked her back against the child and the wall. 

Sophie felt Anna squirming beneath her. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, and an endless long moment passed as black spots filled her vision and her hands scrabbled for the Velcro closures of the vest. Then hands lifted her off of the child, dragged her over the bodies in the doorway, and ripped open her Kevlar vest.

Sophie’s diaphragm finally started working and she dragged in a breath. Her squad commander, Agent Gundersohn, leaned down into her face. “You’re okay, Agent Ang. The vest caught the round.” 

Demon spawn of a pox-ridden sailor,” she cursed in Thai, her voice a thin wheeze.

“What?” Gundersohn cupped his ear.

In the closet, Anna was screaming.

Sophie hauled herself to her feet. Her ears rang from the gunshots in the enclosed space. Her ankle buckled when she stood and it hurt like hell to breathe—but Anna was screaming. She stumbled back into the closet, pushed her way through the two team members trying to calm the girl, and dropped to her knees in front of the child. 

Anna’s head was down and her hands were still over her ears. A high-pitched cry ululated from her tiny body. Sophie put her hand on the child’s head and leaned close, into the screaming.

“Hush, you’re safe now. They’re gone.” 

A second later the shrieking stopped. The rigid little body uncurled. The small white arms reached out. Sophie stood up with the child in her arms.

“Don’t look,” Sophie whispered. 

Anna pressed her wet face into Sophie’s neck and shut her eyes, clinging like a baby monkey with her arms and legs. Sophie carried the child past the two sprawled bodies in the doorway, past the pizza containers and fallen beer cans and the man with his throat ripped open by bullets, leaving arterial spray across the couch. Past the black-clad Hostage Rescue Team members in their FBI-emblazoned Kevlar. Down the hall and a flight of stairs, through the push-handled exit, across the foyer of the building, out the glass front door, onto the sidewalk, and into the sunshine.

About Wired In

Paradise has no protection from a hacker with a hidden agenda.

Special Agent Sophie Ang’s emotions are battered by a child kidnapping case that goes badly wrong. In tracking the criminal ring, her rogue data analysis program D.A.V.I.D. identifies an anomaly that leads her into a cat-and-mouse game online with a deadly enemy whose motives are unclear. The chase lures her through dark corridors of cyberspace into a confrontation with the violence from her past that sent her fleeing to the United States. She’ll need every skill she’s learned to defeat her worst nightmare—and the stakes couldn’t be higher.

“Toby Neal has created a wonderfully rounded action heroine with everything: looks, brains, mixed martial arts prowess, and the ability to swear proficiently in Thai and English. Fans of the genre will love FBI agent Sophie Ang, as well as the tangled web she must negotiate in the tropical setting of Hawaii.” — Russell Blake, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author

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About the author

Toby Neal, bestselling author of Hawaii mystery Torch Ginger

Toby Neal

Toby Neal was raised on Kauai in Hawai’i and makes the Islands home after living elsewhere for “stretches of exile” to pursue education. Toby enjoys outdoor activities including bodyboarding, scuba diving, photography and hiking as well as writing. A mental health therapist, Toby credits that career with adding depth to the characters in the Lei Crime Series.

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Win-a-Book Wednesday: The Migrant Report

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By Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar

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Win a free e-copy of Mohana Rajakumar’s first mystery novel. All you have to do is leave a comment below telling BestSelling Reads:

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About The Migrant Report

The penalty for stealing is losing your hand. No wonder Ali can leave his wallet overnight in his office. Yet crime hovers on the fringes of society, under the veneer of utopia. Police captain Ali’s hopes of joining the elite government forces are dashed when his childhood deformity is discovered. His demotion brings him face to face with the corruption of labor agencies and also Maryam, an aspiring journalism student, who is unlike any local girl he has ever met. Ali and his unlikely sidekick must work together to find the reason so many laborers are dying. Against the glittery backdrop of the oil rich Arabian Gulf, Ali pursues a corrupt agency that will stop at nothing to keep their profits rising. As the body count rises, so does the pressure to settle the source. Can Ali settle the score before the agency strikes again?

About the author

MohanaMohanalakshmi Rajakumar is a South Asian American who has lived in Qatar since 2005. Moving to the Arabian Desert was fortuitous in many ways since this is where she met her husband, had a baby, and made the transition from writing as a hobby to a full time passion.

Her work has been published in Variety Arabia, Brownbook Middle East, Isola Magazine, AudioFile Magazine, and Society Magazine, as well as Explore Qatar, Woman Today, The Woman, Writers and Artists Yearbook, QatarClick, and Qatar Explorer. She has been a guest on Expat Radio, and was the host for two seasons of the Cover to Cover book show on Qatar Foundation Radio. She was the Associate Editor of Vox, a fashion and lifestyle magazine.

In addition to print titles, Mohana has published five e-books including a mom-ior for first time mothers, Mommy But Still Me, a guide for aspiring writers, So You Want to Sell a Million Copies, a short story collection, Coloured and Other Stories, and a novel about women’s friendships, Saving Peace, which was a semi-finalist in the Literary category of the 2012 Kindle Review of Books.

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Focus Friday: Once Upon a [Stolen] Time

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By Samreen Ahsan

OneUponAStolenTimeShe is standing in my courtyard. Everything in nature surrounds her—hugs her and is dazzled by her…including me.

Beautiful flowers of every hue and aroma are grown in this majestic garden. My eyes are burning; I’m simultaneously overwhelmed and awed by the colorful oasis. Never have I been so close to nature, to growing things. Her alchemy drives me mad.

She’s gifted me with all the colors, but I painted her with darkness.

As much as I crave feeling the sunlight and the flowers against my skin, I want her touch too. I am cursed and doomed to never experience the beauty of the natural world, for all eternity.

She watches me with extreme hatred in her eyes—her gaze throwing fireballs at me. She doesn’t know I’m already burning, but since she despises me so much, I can’t even dare to come close to her. I want to end this tortuous distance between us—but I was the one who created this hatred in her.

She was a beautiful tender rose—I stole her fragrance, crushed her petals and burned her in hell. If I knew the fire with which I was conflagrating her would come to engulf me—I swear I wouldn’t have done it. Her spell is too strong for me not to fall; her curse is too mighty for me to run away.

Her deadly yet magical existence haunts me, excites me and has thrown me into a pit of deep lust. She is my prisoner, but she doesn’t realize that I’m the one who’s already submitted to her slavery, when I first touched her.

Despite being her captor, I am still her captive.

About Once Upon a [Stolen] Time

All her life, Myra Farrow has been obsessed with medieval castles—and the kings and princes who once inhabited them. Now, wealthy videogame designer Steve Bernard wants her to model for a princess character in his new game. Myra can’t resist his offer, especially when she learns that Steve plans to film inside the mysterious Hue Castle—a cursed, barren, colorless place forbidden to visitors for centuries. But unknown to Myra, her soul is bound to Hue Castle by blood and sorcery. When she enters its doors, she awakens dark powers that will reach through time—stealing her past, torturing her present, and rewriting her future.

1415…

Edward Hue, the last of the Hue royal bloodline, has never stood in the sunshine or held a living flower. Cursed from birth to live in darkness and bring death to all he touches, he is at the mercy of his cruel, tyrannical father, who will not rest until he shatters Edward’s soul and makes his son into a diabolical copy of himself. Edward’s one hope is the mysterious woman who haunts his dreams—who will either break his curse and bring him out of the darkness, or destroy him utterly.

For Myra and Edward, past and future collide in a tale of love, obsession, betrayal, and the hope for redemption.

Once Upon a [Stolen] Time publishes on December 1, 2015.

About the author

samreen-ahsanHistory, art and literature are Samreen Ahsan’s passions. She loves digging out information about prophecies, divine miracles and paranormal events that are mentioned in history and holy books, but don’t sound possible in today’s modern world.

She has been into reading and writing since childhood — it cannot happen without imagination, which luckily has no boundaries. Dance and music are also pastimes she enjoys, as well as reading romance fiction. I love to travel and explore historical cities.

Samreen Ahsan lives in Toronto, Canada. A Prayer Series, incorporating A Silent Prayer and A Prayer Heeded, was her first story about paranormal events based on Islamic concepts. Her new work, Once Upon a [Stolen] Time, is her third published novel.

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Focus Friday: Heavenscribe: Part Three

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By Christine Nolfi

Heavenscribe3Chapter One

Cinching the belt of her bathrobe around her waist, she appraised the figure strolling gracefully into the moonlight to reveal stature far beyond the human norm. The woman stood more than seven feet tall. A tunic of pale ivory dropped slightly past her knees. Silver tresses flowed past shoulders as square and powerful as a soldier’s.

This was no burglar searching for access to the house. The intrusion was crafted from supernatural means. Bel tried to make sense of her unexpected guest. Was this a spirit from a heavenly realm?

The example of surreal, feminine beauty indicated as much. Beneath the woman’s brown skin a watercolor of hues swirled together, hints of eggshell blue and verdigris mixed with dashes of sunset orange and a dark, stormy grey. On bare feet she took confident steps forward. With each step, small ovals of fluorescent green light flashed beneath her. Each blade of grass was lit from within by fabulous light.

Bel’s lips parted on a gasp. A subtle, silvery cast shimmered on the woman’s skin. The sparkling layer seemed composed of stardust gathered from the midnight blue rim of the universe, bits of winking light that once fired the most massive objects in creation, the stars set out in the heavens to wash away the ignorance of night. Bold and pure, the effect brought to mind the silver cast of the portal, a door open across space and time, which had enchantingly formed in Bel’s rose arbor earlier tonight.

Just a few hours ago, Bel had unwittingly conjured the portal with Zobie, her young friend, at her side. She’d done so by focusing on a heartfelt memory. In wonderment, they watched the rose arbor split into a series of prisms, one stacked before the next in a large rectangular array. In each prism, the growth of the climbing roses accelerated like an image on a movie reel slightly out of sync with the next. The plant’s various stages of growth, death and rebirth—the simultaneous, circular pattern of life—offered Bel the conclusion they had unhooked time. Fascinated, she traced her fingertips across the portal’s silvery rim. Contact with the gel-like substance made her feel impossibly good, as if she’d dipped her fingers in the waters of life.

Now, with the otherworldly presence gazing down at her, she again filled with a glorious surge of emotion. The euphoria provided a much-needed balm, subduing the anxiety skittering through her chest.

Light pooled beneath the stranger as she came to a standstill. Above her head, the breeze trembled like a lover’s sigh.

She said, “The fear is strong in you.”

Like the portal, her voice was composed of layers. If Bel weren’t standing with eyes wide open, she’d arrive at the erroneous conclusion several women were speaking in an uncanny harmony. The effect was baffling. It was also mesmerizing.

A nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I wasn’t expecting company in the middle of the night.”

“There’s nothing to fear. I am a mother, like you.”

“You are?”

Her visitor smiled. “You know my children well. They bring great pleasure to your kind.”

“I don’t understand,” Bel admitted.

“Do you know the stories from the dawn of your great civilizations? They are the same in the West as in the East.”

Bel frowned with confusion.

The spirit explained, “You are from the West. I will show you a story from your ancient times.”

The announcement sent a hush across the garden. The sense of expectancy calmed the trees, halting the slow flutter of their leaves. An owl hooted, signaling the change. Bel’s skin prickled, her eyes following the stranger’s right hand lifting into the air, the glittery hue of her skin growing brighter. The way she poised her finger on the night breeze suggested the channeling of great power. From the tip of her index finger, golden sparkles burst into being and formed a line. A mysterious energy sizzled and snapped. The air became a canvas she filled with sparkling lines.

About the Heavenscribe series

Zobie Marsh hides the fearsome talent of prophecy. Her decision to travel to South Carolina sets in motion Heavenscribe, a spiritual transformation devised by angels to aid a dying world. Bel Petersen seems to have it all: ample means, a loving marriage and a rewarding family life. A fatal car accident and a man’s dying words will lead her to Zobie, and reveal a spiritual awakening they must undertake together. If they fail, The Dimming will consume every human soul on the planet.

Available exclusively on Amazon.

About the Author

Nolfi Author Photo1Award-winning author Christine Nolfi provides readers with heartwarming and inspiring fiction. Her debut Treasure Me is a Next Generation Indie Awards finalist. The Midwest Book Review lists her books as “highly recommended” and her novels have enjoyed bestseller status. Look for her new series, Heavenscribe. Chat with her on Twitter at @christinenolfi and visit her at www.christinenolfi.com.

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Win-a-Book Wednesday: A Silent Prayer

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smashwordsBy Samreen Ahsan

Win a free e-copy of the multiple award-winning A Silent Prayer. All you have to do is answer this question:

In which city does Adam Gibson live?

Leave your answer in the Comments section, below.

About the book

“An intense, joltingly modern love story.” KIRKUS

This captivating and thrilling romance takes you to a romantic journey with young, powerful businessman Adam Gibson, gifted by God with an altruistic soul but atheist by belief, who falls in love with a cursed soul and finds God—not through a miracle but the presence of demons around him.

I think A Silent Prayer by Samreen Ahsan is destined to become a classic in the romance genre.” Readers’ Favorite 2014 International Book Award 

It is an emotionally charged story of a young woman—Rania Ahmed, endowed with hypnotic beauty—a strong believer in God, who has lost hope she will ever find her soul mate but finds herSamreen2 safe harbor in an atheist.

Winner – 2014 Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards
Winner – 2014 Los Angeles Book Festival
Winner – 2014 Paris Book Festival
Winner – 2014 Hollywood Book Festival
Honorable Mention – 2014 New York Book Festival

About the author

SAMREEN AHSANHistory, art and literature are my passions. I love digging out information about prophecies, divine miracles and paranormal events that are mentioned in history and holy books, that don’t sound possible in today’s modern world.
Since childhood, I have been into reading and writing–and yes, it can’t happen without imagination, which luckily has no boundaries. Dance and music are also pastimes I enjoy, as well as reading romance fiction. I love to travel and explore historical cities. I
live in Toronto, Canada.

“A Prayer Series” is my first story about paranormal events based on Islamic concepts.

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Friday Focus: A PRAYER HEEDED

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By Samreen Ahsan

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I stay quiet and focus on my drink. I look around again and see many beautiful, sexually provocative women. I look up and see how tastefully the lights are illuminating the entire club. I look down at the floor, and am totally awed with its perfection. It’s made of transparent glass, with water and lights flowing under it, flawlessly. I don’t know how they have built something like this in the middle of the woods. They would have had to dig deep underground to install the water tank and the glass flooring.

From what I see, the club looks endless. Wherever my eyes wander, I can’t see any walls, or any end to it. I face the bar wall in front of me, and notice how neatly the drinks are displayed, beautiful hues of light shining from behind them.

“We have the finest women in our club also, Mr. Gibson.” His voice slits my mind.

I watch him keenly for a few seconds, and shake my head. “No, thank you. I’m not interested. I will be leaving shortly. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Woman…” His voice trails off in the air. “A symbol of beauty, fantasy and sexuality.” He is moving his glass in a circular motion while talking. I don’t know if it’s a generic statement or if he’s talking to me.

“God created Eve from Adam’s rib, to give him peace, pleasure and tranquility. When Adam saw Eve for the very first time in Heaven, he was in love.” I look at him, wondering why he’s talking to me about Adam and Eve. “Do you know what it means to create a woman from a man’s rib, Mr. Gibson?” I steal a glance at him and then look back to my drink. “It means if you try to straighten it, it would break.” I feel an alarming message in his voice. He looks toward the bar. “A woman is not an instrument of the Devil, as you used to see her. A good woman is a fortress against Satan, preventing you from committing sins and helping you keep to the path of rectitude in your life.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I look at him, confused.

He laughs heartily. “A man like you doesn’t want a woman anymore? Why, Mr. Gibson?” I don’t like the way he’s questioning me, because I don’t think it’s any of his damn business. He says, “It’s none of my business; that’s what you are thinking, right?” I look at him in shock, wondering if he is able to read my mind.

“Let me guess…” He stands up and the bartender hands him a round across the bar. Then he stands behind me, so I can’t see his face. “Just like Adam in Heaven, you were given your Eve, who protected you from committing sins. Unlike Adam, who was not given the choice of going with other women, you, my friend, were given tremendous choices. But your Eve protected you from sins the moment you set your eyes on her.” I can feel his disapproving look.

“Let me tell you something about you.” He pauses. “You are madly in love with a woman of your fantasy, for whom you searched for one damn year. You found one, finding her beauty close to that woman of your dreams, and started begging her to trust you.” I turn around instantly to look at him. Shit. Who is he? “When she finally trusted you…you walked out of her life like a coward.” I put my drink down and stand up to see him clearly.

“You were an animal to all the women. You treated them like a commodity. You met your Eve one fine day and she changed you completely, from a predator to a passionate lover. Your Eve changed your idea of women. You no longer desire to hunt down any woman, other than your Eve. But…” He gives me jagged looks. “You tried to straighten your Eve, Mr. Gibson. It broke her.” I have no idea who this person is, and how he has in-depth knowledge of my personal life.

 About A PRAYER HEEDED

Book 2 of A PRAYER SERIES, A PRAYER HEEDED is a sequel to multiple award-winning A SILENT PRAYER .

Honorable Mention — 2014 New York Book Festival
Honorable Mention — 2014 The Great Midwest Book Festival

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“An Arabian Night-style conclusion to an intriguing cross-cultural love story.” — KIRKUS

“Rarely have I seen such an artful blend of mysticism, magic, and realism in a story, especially a story that is essentially a love story.” — Readers’ Favorite

“Very different from any romance novel I had read, well researched and downright brilliant” — Raheel Raza (Freelance Journalist & Documentary Filmmaker)

“Readers are definitely in for an emotional and steamy journey as they follow these two.” — DelSheree Gladden (Author of Escaping Fate Series, The Date Shark Series)

“This book had you experiencing every emotion. Just when you thought nothing else could happen Samreen Ahsan took your breath away. The story had me glued to the pages from the very first page.” — Books and Beyond Fifty Shades Blog

About Samreen Ahsan

SAMREEN AHSANWINNER OF READERS’ FAVORITE 2014 INTERNATIONAL BOOK AWARDS
WINNER OF 2014 LOS ANGELES BOOK FESTIVAL
WINNER OF 2014 PARIS BOOK FESTIVAL
WINNER OF 2014 HOLLYWOOD BOOK FESTIVAL
HONORABLE MENTIONS OF 2014 NEW YORK BOOK FESTIVAL
History, art and literature are Samreen’s passions. She loves digging out information about prophecies, divine miracles and paranormal events that are mentioned in history and holy books, that don’t sound possible in today’s modern world.
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“An intense, joltingly modern love story.” KIRKUS

Set in the beautiful city of Toronto, this captivating and thrilling romance takes you to a romantic journey with Adam Gibson—a young and powerful businessman of Toronto—gifted by God with an altruistic soul but atheist by belief, who falls in love with a cursed soul and finds God—not through a miracle but the presence of demons around him.

I think A Silent Prayer by Samreen Ahsan is destined to become a classic in the romance genre.” Readers’ Favorite 2014 International Book Award 

It is an emotionally charged story of a young woman—Rania Ahmed, endowed with hypnotic beauty—a strong believer in God, who has lost hope she will ever find her soul mate but finds her safe harbor in an atheist.

Winner – 2014 Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards
Winner – 2014 Los Angeles Book Festival
Winner – 2014 Paris Book Festival
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Honorable Mention – 2014 New York Book Festival

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About Samreen Ahsan

SAMREEN AHSANHistory, art and literature are my passions. I love digging out information about prophecies, divine miracles and paranormal events that are mentioned in history and holy books, that don’t sound possible in today’s modern world.
Since childhood, I have been into reading and writing–and yes, it can’t happen without imagination, which luckily has no boundaries. Dance and music are also pastimes I enjoy, as well as reading romance fiction. I love to travel and explore historical cities. I
live in Toronto, Canada.

“A Prayer Series” is my first story about paranormal events based on Islamic concepts.

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BestSelling Reads’ first giveaway of 2015 comes from one of our newest members, award-winning children’s author Cinta Garcia de la Rosa.

Cinta will give away five copies of her award-winning, interactive children’s book, The Funny Adventures of Little Nani. To enter the draw, visit her blog, Cinta’s Corner, and leave a comment on any post. Leave a comment on THIS blog, informing us that you’ve done so. For an extra chance to win, you can enter your email address to receive Cinta’s Corner by email.

What is The Funny Adventures of Little Nani all about?

Little Nani is a little girl who likes helping people. However, when she helps people the results can be a bit unexpected. Why is that? Little Nani is a witch! Or at least she wants to be a witch. With her magic wand, she will try to cast different spells to help her friends, but she won’t be successful all the time.

Follow Little Nani in her funny adventures and meet her extraordinary friends. Funny ostriches, horses that love reading, super-fast turtles, grumpy zombies… Little Nani has lots of friends! You can also draw your own characters!

Little Nani is willing to become a good witch. Will she manage to do it? Who knows? Read the stories and discover what happens next!

About Cinta Garcia de la Rosa

CintaBlogCinta Garcia de la Rosa has loved the written word since she was five years old and reads at least one hundred books every year. She has a B.A. in English with minors in Literature, Art, and Creative Writing from Oxford. She is an award-winning author who spends her time in the United States and Spain with her amazing husband. Along with writing, her career encompasses beta-reading, editing, proofreading, and translating Spanish/English. Cinta has published children’s books and contemporary
short stories under her real name, and she also publishes horror stories under the pen name Rosa Storm.

In 2014, the Funny Adventures of Little Nani was a gold medal winner in the Children’s category of the International Readers’ Favorite Book Awards.

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Cinta’s Corner blog   |   Authors You Want to Read blog   |    I Can’t Stop Reading blog

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