Release Blitz for Bloodjinn (Djinn #3) by Laura Catherine

Title: Bloodjinn (Djinn #3) 

Author: Laura Catherine 

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

Release Date: December 22, 2018 

Cover Designer: Lizzie Zhou 

Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Heartbreak and looking for escape. Kyra has given up on everything. Alec betrayed her. Will is dead. Her and her father are imprisoned by the Djinn awaiting a sentence from High King Tibal who is even more ruthless than Ivan. When a mysterious woman gives her the choice to start a rebellion for the Guardjinn, Kyra is less than interested in losing more people she cares about. Instead she chooses to escape with her parents to live her old life among the humans.​ Bloodlust and civil war.​ When Kyra realises Will might still be alive she snaps to her senses and heads halfway across the world in search of De Morte, the Blooder City. Along the way, Kyra will truely begin to understand what it means to be a Bloodjinn; part Djinn and part Blooder. There is a darkness within her growing with every drop of blood she tastes, but Kyra needs more powers if she is going to save Will and start a civil war among the Djinn.

 

When our doors officially opened, there was a flood of customers wanting their morning java to start their day at work. Cafe Roma did make the best coffee in the town.

I’d be flat off my feet until 7:30 a.m. when Rebecca would come in. She was two years older than me and attending college part-time a few towns over.

Rebecca and I had become a team over the last few weeks since I started. I’d make the coffee and she’d serve it while chatting with the customers. She often got in trouble from Rosa for chatting too much, but she was a good waitress.

“I’m so tired,” Rebecca said, plonking her handbag on the counter and tying her nutmeg hair into a ponytail. “I was up all night finishing my assignment.”

I placed the milk under the steamer. “Well, maybe if you’d done the assignment when you got it two weeks ago, it wouldn’t have been a problem,” I replied with a smirk. “You could have gone to that bar you love and flirted with the bartender again.”

Rebecca leaned her head on the bench looking up at me. “Where’s the sympathy, Katie?” she asked and gave me puppy eyes.

We’d had to change our identities when we moved here. The passports Dad had in his emergency stash already had names on it. So I was Katie now and Dad was Benjamin. Mum got to choose her name when we got her IDs done. She chose to be Anna after her mother.

“This is why you should go to uni,” Rebecca continued, pulling down her tight skirt. She was very curvy and liked to show it wearing tight-fitting clothes but nothing very revealing. “You’ve got such a sensible outlook on life. You’re really smart.”

I poured the frothy milk into two caffeinated mugs, placed the mugs on a tray and pushed it towards Rebecca. “I told you I’m not interested in studying. High school was more than enough, Bec. Now, table three would like their lattes.”

Rebecca pouted and slid off the bench with a dramatic sigh and went out the back to get ready. Our mornings went quickly with the normal rush of customers and by eleven thirty it was break time for me. I pulled my apron over my head and stashed it under the counter. “I’m off for lunch,” I called to Rebecca, who was deep in conversation with a woman who looked like she just wanted her coffee that Rebecca was still holding hostage until her story was finished.

“Have fun,” Bec replied, turning to face me long enough for the woman to snatch her coffee off the tray.

“Take some food,” Rosa said, pulling out some savoury pasties from the cabinet. “You’re too skinny.”

“I won’t be if you keep feeding me pasties.”

“Boys like curvy girls,” Rosa replied.

“She’s not wrong,” Rebecca called, slapping her hip.

I playfully rolled my eyes and took the food. “Thank you, Rosa.”

 

  Laura Catherine was born in Melbourne, Australia and spent most of her childhood creating fantasy worlds and talking to her invisible pet cheetah who ran along powerlines.

Her imagination has carried her through childhood where her mother read stories about fantasy worlds at bedtime. Never one to face reality, Laura spent a lot of time turning boxes into ships and castles.

Laura self-published her first novel, Djinn (2013), a Paranormal Romance, and the second in the series, Blooders (2015). Laura is currently working on the next instalment in the Djinn series, Bloodjinn, as well as a few other novels including the first in a new YA series, The Guardians of Ivalice.

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Song of Sacrifice 

Janell Rhiannon 

(Homeric Chronicles, #1)

Publication date: December 26th 2018

Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Historical

The heart of the Trojan War belongs to the women.

Mothers and daughters; wives and war prizes, whisper to us across time…

…remember our songs alongside the mighty men of myth.

As the Age of Heroes wanes, the gods gamble more fiercely with mortals’ lives than they ever have before. Women must rely on their inner strength and cunning to survive the wars men wage for gold and glory.

Clytemnestra of Mycenae struggles for control of her life after Agamemnon ruthlessly rips it apart. Leda of Sparta survives a brutal assault by Zeus, shouldering a terrible secret in silence. Penelope raises Ithaka’s sole heir alone, praying for Odysseus’ swift return. Thetis, the sea nymph, despairs of her son’s destiny and resorts to forbidden magic to save him. Hecuba of Troy mourns the loss of her second son to a dark prophesy. And Shavash of Pedasus prepares her daughter to marry the greatest warrior who ever lived.

In a world where love leads to war and duty leads to destruction, the iron hearts of heroines will conquer all.

Sing, Muse, sing their song of sacrifice…

Replaces Song of Princes as the first book in the Homeric Chronicles.

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EXCERPT:

LYRNESSUS

THRITY FOUR, Briseis and Mynes

1262 BCE

“YOUR KINGDOM SOMEDAY, little one.” Briseis rested her hands beneath her round belly, as the child stretched against her ribs. Leaning to the side, she attempted to avoid the uncomfortable tightness building at her lower back. The ache eased and she breathed easy again. Standing from the reclining couch, Briseis walked to the balcony overlooking Lyrnessus’ fields. If she squint her eyes, she could just make out the pale blue of the horizon across the Bay of Edremit. Much farther to the north, she knew Troy stood as the shining citadel of the East. “In another time, that would’ve been yours. I’d thought it mine, before―” Another pain doubled her and she gripped the banister. “By the balls of Zeus! What’s happening?”

Your daughter seeks the light …

Briseis looked around the chamber. “Who’s there?”

Have no fear, daughter, I am with you.

Another pain, this time much sharper and stronger, ripped across her belly and a gush of bloody water splashed at her feet. “Bree! Come quickly! Bree!”

The princess’ chamber door flew open, as the maid servant took in the scene before her. “My lady! By the gods, it’s your time!”

Briseis’ eyes widened in fear. “So soon? I’m not ready. I have―” Her knees buckled.

“My lady!” Bree swept to Briseis’ side, lifting the princess to her feet, half carrying her to the chamber bed.

“The pain. By the … balls of … Zeus. I.can.scarce.breathe.”

There is glory in your pain, Briseis.

“Bree, who else is here?”

“No one, yet,” she said, tucking a sheet about the princess. Bree ran to the door, yelling down the cavernous hall for the midwife. Within moments a gaggle of women flew through the door clucking about the impending royal birth.

Briseis’ scream startled them all. The midwife was at the princess’ side in the blink of an eye, pulling back the privacy sheet. Her hands firmly palpated Briseis’ belly. Without a word, she pushed Briseis’ thighs apart. Her eyes widened.

“What’s wrong?” Briseis asked, tears spilling down her hot cheeks.

The midwife pressed her lips together in a grim line. “My lady, this will be a difficult birth. I must put my hand inside of you to confirm my suspicions.”

“Do it!” Briseis screamed as another pain wracked her body. She groaned in agony as the midwife’s hand pressed into her. “By the gods …”

Bree pressed a cool cloth to her lady’s forehead and cheek.

“The child is breech,” the midwife pronounced, wiping her hands on a towel. A hush settled around the chamber. They all knew it was likely a death sentence to mother, child, or both.

Briseis wept. “No. No. By the gods, no!” Another pain tore through her.

Bree dipped the cooling cloth in the water basin again. “Can nothing be done? Can you save Princess Briseis?”

Briseis rolled back against the cushions. “Save my child, please.”

If that is your wish …

Yes, save my child. “Save my child. Take me instead.”

Bree’s face whitened. “What’s she saying?”

The midwife answered, “What all women say, when faced with such a choice.”

A dusty swirl of air blew into the chamber, snuffing out the oil lamps. The women froze, as a tall, glittering woman emerged from the small storm. Her gown flashed silver and gold. They fell to their knees, heads bowed, the goddess’ name on their lips … Eleithyia.

The goddess glided to Briseis’ side, stars blinking along the hem of her gown as she moved. She reached out a pale, cool hand to Briseis’ forehead. “Calm yourself, daughter. I’m here.”

Briseis smiled weakly. “Gratitude, Goddess.”

Eleithyia signaled to Bree. “You appear a strong maid. Help me set her onto her knees and place her hands on your shoulders.” She looked to the midwife. “Watch. Learn.”

The midwife nodded, as Briseis was placed into position.

The goddess moved her hands on either side of Briseis’ hard belly, running her palms flat against the lower abdomen. “Now, push your daughter to the light. Push like a warrior afield. Push for your life and for hers.”

Briseis cried out in agony, her limbs shaking with effort. Blood spilled as the child’s buttocks crowned.

“Hold your lady tightly.” Eleithyia’s voice was steady, as her hands worked calmly. Gently, she pulled each leg to length. “Push, Briseis.” The goddess, holding the babe with both hands, slightly turned the torso, releasing a shoulder blade and freeing the arm. Then, repeated the same for the other arm. The women gasped as the child hung half-suspended, face down, from Briseis’ body. Eleithyia positioned one hand on the baby’s chest, while the fingers of her other hand cradled the neck and head. “One last push, Briseis. Victory is yours with this battle.”

Briseis’ fingers dug into Bree’s shoulders. She screamed with her final effort, as the goddess guided the slippery child to the light. The princess collapsed against her maid, weeping with her exertions and aching body. Gently, Bree lay Briseis down.

Eleithyia handed the limp newborn to the midwife. “Rub the baby with clean linen, until she cries.” Turning to Briseis, she said, “You’ve won this battle, but you’ll lose the war.”

“What do you mean? What war?”

The goddess stood to her full height, sparkling in the dimly lit room. “The one inside of your heart, daughter.” With the ominous words still hanging in the air, Eleithyia’s image shimmered to nothing.

The midwife stared at the spot the goddess had stood. “By all that is sacred, I never thought in all my days to witness this. Blessed be our princess and her child.”

“Bring me my daughter,” Briseis said, proudly. Once the weight of her baby was settled in her arms, she smiled and joyful tears filled her eyes. “Phila, for love conquers all.”

Author Bio:

In graduate school, Janell focused on the ancient history of Greece and Rome. Hooked by the “sword and sandal” world, she studied everything she could about mythology and Alexander the Great.

The Homeric Chronicles series is dedicated to merging dozens of Greek myths, including Homer’s epics, with plays, history, and archaeology. Her intent is to raise the heroines’ voices equally alongside the heroes, opening up a traditionally male focused genre to a female audience.

She lives in CA and enjoys spending time with her children and grandchildren. She has a pack of two big dogs and two cats.

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Title: Under Control (the Guardians of Ivalice Book 2) 

Author: Laura Catherine 

Genre: Urban Fantasy 

Release Date: June 16, 2018 

Cover Designer: Laura Catherine 

Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC. 

Nix, Grace and Phoebe are having problems with their new elemental powers. They keep losing control and sooner or later they are going to get caught or hurt someone.

When Nix gets grounded from preforming a gig, after having a fight with her boyfriend and accidentally starting a small fire, the girls come up with a plan to practice their powers and regain some control.

Kendra, on the other hand, is shutting everyone out. Despite Phoebe's best efforts to get through to her, Kendra wants nothing to do with magic or Ivalice, but she can't hide away forever because Morgan is desperate to find a way to Earth and take back the elements. As he gets closer to a solution Morgan’s obsession grows and begins to come at a cost.

 

“Test five hundred and sixteen. Failed,” Morgan said as he sat slumped at his desk, his head in one hand.

Morgan had been running tests all day and night. It was taking its toll on him. He was tired, but he couldn’t stop. He was getting so close.

He channelled energy from the void bat into a bottle and watched the wispy smoke swirl. Morgan had come up with so many different ways to extract the energy from the bat, so many different forms it took.

A knock on the door brought Morgan back from his thoughts. He placed the bottle on a shelf above his desk with the other failed experiments.

“Come,” he said and took a more authoritative pose, sitting up straight, hands in his lap.

Hunter lumbered into the room; his claws tapping on the marble floors.

“What is it now?” Morgan said, rising from his chair and walking toward the window. He’d like to think it was to seem aloof, but it was more because he didn’t want Hunter to see how tired he was. The bags under his eyes.

“It’s about the party of guards you had me send to the town of Riven,” Hunter growled.

“What about them? Have they brought order back to the town?”

“No. They’ve all been killed,” Hunter replied.

Morgan clenched a fist. “How exactly does that happen?”

“I’m not a hundred percent sure. There were no survivors to bring back information, but we know the rebels took out the last guards.”

“I sent over twenty men. How was that not enough?”

“Likely there are more rebels out there than we originally thought.”

Morgan slammed his fist on the windowsill. “Fine. Seems that if I want to keep the town protected, then I’ll have to go myself.”

Morgan channelled his Spirit and changed his clothes from silver robes to a travelling outfit of pants, shirt, and a cloak.

“Ready my horse,” Morgan ordered as he swooped past Hunter.

Hunter bowed. “Yes, my lord.”

“Can’t say I’m a shut-in now,” Morgan whispered as he made his way through the palace. “I’ve got everything under control.”

Laura Catherine was born in Melbourne, Australia where she spent most of her childhood creating fantasy worlds and talking to her invisible pet cheetah who ran along powerlines. She completed a Diploma of Writing and Editing at Holmesglen Tafe where she learned a lot about turning her stories into actual books instead of just ideas hidden away on scrap paper in her desk draws. Laura self-published her first novel, Djinn (2013), a Paranormal Romance, and the second in the series, Blooders (2015). Her latest release was for a new YA Fantasy series, The Guardians of Ivalice (2017). Laura is currently working on the next instalment in the Djinn series, Bloodjinn, as well as book two in The Guardians series.

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