Tanya is a hardworking college student but her whole world is turned upside down when she meets a mysterious man on Halloween. All that she thought was fiction is now her reality. A night life filled with fangs and blood—and an evil vampire that wants her dead.
She and her friends are the chosen ones, destined long ago, to save this world from destruction. That’s not easy when your enemy is your sire’s son.
Curious to know what we listened to while writing POTN?
Here's our playlist:
Ex To See – Sam Hunt
If I Die Tomorrow – Florida Georgia Line
Animals – Maroon 5
Cut – Plumb
DarkHorse
– Katy Perry
Running Up That Hill – Placebo
It’s So Hard To Say
Goodbye To Yesterday
– Boyz II Men
Between – Courrier
In My Veins – Andrew Belle
Country Girl – Luke Bryan
Save Me – Shinedown
Creep – Radiohead
Teresa grew up in Oklahoma and developed a love for reading and writing at an early age. She currently resides in Virginia and is the mother of two wonderful boys. Her inspiration comes from her family.
Tich is an Oklahoma resident and the mother of five. Her passion for reading started at an early age when her Aunt Vicky gave her the novel Heidi for Christmas.
ISAN Mary Ting Publication date: May 1st 2018 Genres: Dystopian, Science Fiction, Young Adult
The world has changed.
Scientists warned it would happen.
Meteors devastated the Earth. World Governments developed plans to help surviving citizens. The United States disbanded and salvageable land was divided into four quadrants—North, South, East, and West—governed by The Remnant Council.
Struggling to survive, seventeen-year-old Ava ends up in juvenile detention, until she is selected for a new life—with a catch. She must be injected with an experimental serum. The results will be life changing. The serum will make her better. To receive the serum Ava agrees to join a program controlled by ISAN, the International Sensory Assassin Network.
While on a training mission, she is abducted by a rebel group led by Rhett and told that not only does she have a history with him, but her entire past is a lie perpetuated by ISAN to ensure her compliance. Unsure of who to trust, Ava must decide if her strangely familiar and handsome captor is her enemy or her savior—and time is running out.
Author Bio:
International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
Princesses of the Night by Teresa Fuentez & Tich Brewster
(Royal Blood, #1) Publication Date: September 22, 2017 Genres: New Adult, Paranormal
Tanya is a hardworking college student but her whole world is turned upside down when she meets a mysterious man on Halloween. All that she thought was fiction is now her reality. A night life filled with fangs and blood—and an evil vampire that wants her dead.
She and her friends are the chosen ones, destined long ago, to save this world from destruction. That’s not easy when your enemy is your sire’s son.
Author Bios:
Tich:
Tich is an Oklahoma resident and the mother of five. Her passion for reading started at an early age when her Aunt Vicky gave her the novel Heidi for Christmas. She didn’t start writing until middle school, after being inspired by her best friend’s short stories. “Genny’s stories weren’t just great but they inspired me to put my pen and paper to good use.”
Sixteen-year-old Wisteria has embraced
her deep bond with eighteen-year-old Bach, a member of a supernatural race
called the Family, despite the risks. Should his people discover his bond with
a human, Wisteria will be guaranteed a painful and bloody death—but somehow,
being together is more important.
Their bond is tested when empirics, an
elite group of Family investigators, are sent to the Isle of Smythe under the
orders of Bach’s father to find artifacts stolen by the humans. They’re to find
the artifacts at any cost. Among the empirics is Bach’s old friend, the
stunning Alba, who has learned about Bach and Wisteria’s secret relationship,
and surprisingly accepts this. With no one else in the Family to turn to, she
becomes Bach’s ally and confidant, but possibly more.
As the empirics start to take over the
town, Wisteria is torn between trusting Bach and the safety of the humans on
Smythe. She soon realizes that she and Bach are on opposite sides of the war
between the Family and Humans, and there is no middle ground. One of them must
choose a side.
Bisi Leyton was born in
East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening
to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters.
She lives in London, but
has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the
Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels, and cracked.com.
Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two options—track the
infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known safe haven and face
a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with well-armed trackers,
things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain death, until she is
rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to survive among the
hordes of living dead.
Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The Family, has
no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great Walk and
return home as a man—as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt People, but
Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before, but somehow
knows.
Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the mysterious blood
thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their way back to the
Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.
As she walked back to the ridge of the roof, Bach’s heart went
with her. Someone had tried to hurt her. Tried to damage what belonged to him,
and who he belonged to.
He started to feel dizzy from the volumes of strangle weed
planted in the front of her house.
“Thank you so much for coming and for the guitar. It’s perfect.”
She gave it back to him.
“No, it is yours, Wisteria.” He refused to take it. “Do you
not like it?”
“No, I love it. It’s so beautiful.”
“Then keep it.” He kissed her neck. Knowing—hoping—his touch
would soothe her pain, but he hadn’t come here to comfort her.
“Bach.” She used her instrument as a shield as she moved
away from him. “It’s a bad idea. You won’t understand.”
“You are right. I do not get why you would refuse something
you apparently love,” he whispered while rubbing her forearms and taking in her
scent.
“If I accept your kindness, then I’ll have to face the
consequences. I don’t know if I can face those.”
“You cannot face accepting my kindness, or is it accepting
me that you cannot face?”
“Um…?”
“Tell me that you do not feel the same,” he whispered. “That
the moment you first saw me that I did not get inside your head. Tell me that
you do not think about me all of the time when we are not together?”
The dark-eyed girl did not answer.
Wishing he could will her to speak, he pressed her against
his chest. Briefly, he noticed a black spot at the base of her neck, where he
had kissed her, and then it was gone. “Okay, Wisteria. Then tell me that you
want me to leave, and that you do not care if you never ever see me again.” He
felt like someone else was speaking for him, once again. The questions became
pointless as he found himself still planting kisses along her neck and the
sides of her face.
“I can’t tell you that, Bach,” she replied softly, her voice
breaking. “Because it’s not true.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him
tightly.
Desperately wanting to kiss her luscious-looking lips, he
leaned into her.
Wisteria reached up to him, tugging his head down as she
stood on the very tips of her toes, seemingly just as eager to taste his lips.
“Wisteria, I cannot.” He broke away before it happened. “I
do not want this.”
* * * * *
Wrapping her arms around herself, she moved away from him.
Once again, humiliated and feeling foolish. “Goodnight, Bach!” She strode
angrily to the side of the roof in order to climb down.
He grabbed her and held her back
The guy came here just to tease her, yet again! Didn’t he
know he was hurting her? Didn’t he care? “I’m tired of all this nonsense. I’m
actually tired and need some sleep. I’m done with this. All of this!” She
should’ve left the roof when she saw him appear. “Let go, so I can go.”
“Wisteria, it is not that.” Exhaling heavily, he released
her. “My people could kill you if they knew I wanted you.”
This wasn’t at all what she’d expected him to say. “What?”
“I am in love with you. I do not know why, but I am. And it
is selfish, because I just want you for myself.” Sadness filled his eyes as he
spoke.
“Why would they do that to me?”
“Because you are human and because we see humans as Terran,
or dirt people.”
“And you believe that too? So why are you here, living among
us, if we’re so disgusting?”
“You are not disgusting. You are beautiful.” Rubbing his
temples, he seemed troubled and bewildered. “I came to Terra as a rite of
passage. To be considered a man, to take a journey and experience the wild.”
“The wild?”
“I chose Terra, or Earth, because I came here as a child.
Your people treated me so badly in the past. When I learned about the Nero
disease, I wanted to see your world.” He paused. “You were right when you said
there was something wrong with me.”
“Bach, it cannot be that bad.” Stepping up to him, she
stroked her fingers along his biceps.
The sweet motion made him smile at her, but he still looked
distressed.
“Like about Garfield, you let him live with you. And now
you’re here with me.”
“You are not like the rest.”
“Neither are you. You’re not so cold and cruel like Enric or
patronizing like Felip. They think they’re better than us. You just hate people
because you’re a jerk, Bach.”
“Ha.” Bach laughed. “A jerk?”
“You’re a big jerk.” As the final word rolled from her lips,
he kissed her.
She was stunned for a second. His lips tasted like a
strange, tantalizing spice.
He squeezed her against his larger frame and rested his
right hand on the small of her back.
She fidgeted, unsure about what to do with her hands. She
tried to kiss him back, but she struggled because she was so short.
Author Bio:
Bisi Leyton was born in East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters. She lives in London, but has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels.
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