Monday, August 31, 2020

#Excerpt: INTERNSHIP WITH THE DEVIL by Jaqueline Snowe

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Grace Turner scores the opportunity of a lifetime interning with an Ex-NFL player. But working under Brock Anderson turns out to be the job from hell. The hometown hero turned athletic trainer has a reputation as the best in his field, but his volatile personality makes working with him miserable.

Despite the animosity between them, he’s highly respected in his field and interning under him could mean everything for her career. The long days, longer nights, injuries, and busses filled with smelly athletes are the easy part. The biggest battle is the unwarranted attraction to Brock that she can’t seem to shake.

But as Grace spends more and more time with her brooding boss, she uncovers that his abrasive nature is deep rooted in his grief—something she’s no stranger to.

The glimpses of the man beneath the harsh exterior Brock presents to the world leave Grace conflicted in her feelings for him. As the internship draws to a close, Grace is faced with a choice that could set her future on an entirely new course.

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“Please,” I scoffed. “People watch you all the time. You must know that. You’re this presence that people like watching. I don’t know. You’re fascinating.” He blinked slowly a couple times, making me feel all sorts of nervous. “Nevermind.”

“No, finish your thought. I’m curious.” He nudged me with his leg and raised his dark brows.

“Fishing for compliments, Brock?” I teased, but stopped when his expression turned serious. My stomach soured, empathy taking over. This was a guy who thought very low of himself since the accident. As tough and intelligent as he was, he was a little broken inside. “You handsome, silly man.”

One side of his lip curled up, but those dark blues eyes waited for me to continue. I put my small hand on his arm this time, squeezing him. “No one watches you with pity, Brock. If that’s what you’re thinking. They watch you with awe and pride. Here you are, in the prime of most men’s athletic years working your ass off for a sport you were forced to give up. You’re amazing, really. You’re intelligent, everyone who works around you admires the hell out of you, and you refused to let life get the best of you. You help the dumbasses like Q and Chip, make sure your staff is treated fairly, and you helped me with this project which you had no obligation to do. You’re a good guy, Brock. Sometimes, I think you forget that.”

My heart pounded as his face fell slightly, his lips pressing together so hard they turned white. His eyes shattered me and I panicked, needing to ease the tension. I patted his knee with a shaking hand. “Although, you can be a bit grumpy.”

About the Author: 

Jaqueline Snowe lives in Arizona where the "dry heat" really isn't that bad. She identifies as a full-blown Gryffindor and prefers drinking coffee all hours of the day. She is the mother to two fur-babies who don’t realize they aren’t humans and a new mom to her adorable son. Her life revolves around balancing her day job in education and her incessant need to write and explore the world with her wonderful baseball-loving husband.

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Friday, August 28, 2020

Interview with K.J. Moullen, THE HEIR

Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?
The Heir is book two in The Spinner Sagas. The Series chronicles the journey of sixteen-year-old Blaine, who is thrust into the magical world of Renault, that has been torn apart by evil and destruction. Being alone, she must place her trust in a stranger who seems to know a lot about her but is unwilling to share his full scope of knowledge. 

Blaine must overcome mounting self-doubt as the fate of this world is placed upon her shoulders. Book two The Heir picks up where The Telling left off, in the ancient world of Vestia. New allies are formed and old foes are presented in a new light as an epic showdown between good and evil unfolds. Choices are made to forever change the pathway that Blaine continues on.

Have you ever had a minor character evolve into a major one? Did that change the direction of the novel at all?
Yes, actually in The Heir I have two characters that became main characters. The first one was a carryover from The Telling and the second one was originally just a background character that just demanded to be a main player. I don’t outline my novels and do not have an ending plotted out so ultimately it doesn’t change the course of the story. I just go where the flow of the muse takes me. Surprising myself many of times along the way.

What is your writing process? Do you listen to music or do you like silence?
I always write to music. Silence can be deafening to me. My writing playlist is instrumental, words in songs can distract me too much from the words I’m putting down for my story. My playlists has a wide variety of music, classical, new age, Celtic folk, I like to have a variety of things to list to.

Do you outline your story or just go where your muse takes you?
I don’t outline my stories at all. I begin writing with a general idea of what the story will be however that often morphs into a completely different line of thinking as the characters are developing. I am constantly brainstorming while I write. Often while I am doing yardwork/ gardening. It’s a great form of meditation and some of my best plot twist have come to me while I’ve been in the garden. Nature does wonders for my senses.

Besides Amazon, are there any other sites where your books are for sale?
Yes, currently you can order my books through Barnes and Noble, Books-a-Million and my publishers site Mascot Books.

What kinds of marketing (Twitter, Facebook, blog, forums) are you involved with for promoting your books?
I use Facebook and Instagram the most. I am still trying to have a voice on Twitter and Pinterest. The marketing aspect of being an author is very overwhelming at times. Tring to find that formula that works for your particular books can be a bit more than what I expected. I am constantly trying to grow my mailing list and be staying in touch with interested readers that way as well.

Do you find it difficult to juggle your time between marketing your current book and writing your next book?
Absolutely! I never quite understood all the comments about writing your book was the easy part.. I completely get it now!! It’s so easy to fall down the rabbit hole when you are marketing or researching marketing ideas, next thing you know most of the day is gone.

Besides writing, do you have any other passions?
I love music. I studied voice and opera for years, play a little piano and guitar. I love going to concerts and hear new and upcoming artists. I also love hockey! I use to play when I was younger. Now I enjoy just watching.

Some fun facts about you, which do you prefer -Dogs or cats? Chocolate or vanilla? Coffee or Tea? Talk or text? Day or Night?
I love cats and dogs both! I couldn’t imagine my life without my fur babies.  I defiantly prefer vanilla unless its white chocolate.. mmmmm…   Coffee, hands down without a doubt!  Usually text but it also depends who and subject matter. My bio-rhythms defiantly run more towards the night time, however with kids I’ve had to make adjustments to that. I don’t think I will ever be a morning person.

What’s next for you?
I am currently writing the third book in The Spinner Sagas. I’m hoping to have a quicker turn-around time than I had during the first and second book.


The Heir
Kj Moullen
(The Spinner Sagas, #2)
Publication date: August 25th 2020
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Entrusted with the safe keeping of The Book & the wickedness contained in it, Blaine & Elian embark on a journey filled with unusual creatures & a looming prophecy in the unfamiliar & ancient land of Vestia.
First, they have to find their way back to each other, trusting new allies & befriending old foes along the way.
With time running out & the fate of the universe resting squarely upon their shoulders, Blaine & Elian face an unknown enemy who will stop at nothing to unleash the evil soul trapped in The Book.
But Elian knows a secret about Blaine’s destiny. Will the secret prophecy divide their pathways, letting doubt & fear sabotage all they have accomplished?

Author Bio:
K.J Moullen started her life as an adventurer. Always loving the outdoors, whether it was playing king of the hill with her pet goat in southern California, playing hockey on the frozen lakes of the Kenai peninsula of Alaska or snorkeling and surfing off the shores of Maui.
Amongst the breathtaking places she lived her imagination and love for writing knew no limitations allowing for a lifetime of plotlines and characters to be created and written about. She now shares her life’s adventures with her husband and two children in their home in North Texas.

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#Excerpt: BOOKED FOR MURDER by R.J. Blain

Booked for Murder
R.J. Blain
(Vigilante Magical Librarians #1)
Publication date: August 18th 2020
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

Life as a bodyguard and driver for the rich, famous, and powerful is dangerous on a good day, and after sustaining a crippling injury while on duty, Janette’s left with few options. Having signed a ‘for life’ contract but unable to work, she uses her skills to disappear.
Her new life as a librarian suits her. Nobody cares she limps and sometimes requires a cane to walk. She’s wanted for her knowledge, not her lethal magic. She’s surrounded by books, a woman’s best friend.
But when her former employer’s best friend is murdered on the steps of her library, old loyalties and secrets might destroy her—or set her free.
Teaming up with her co-workers to find the killer might keep her from being booked for murder, but unless she’s careful, she’ll find out exactly how far her ex-boss will go to reclaim what is rightfully his.
Her. For life.

Once upon a time, I had lived on the edge, but I’d fallen off somehow, emerging scarred and broken. Once upon a time, I’d lived in the ivory tower, looking down on the streets below in search of threats and fortune. I’d found both to a frightening degree. Once upon a time, I’d been the lethal shadow of a man who wanted to change the world to his liking.
I assumed he still did. Bradley Hampton wasn’t the kind to quit once he decided to do something.
A sports car roared by, and it surprised me to discover I missed my once upon a time.
The vehicle, a red Bugatti worth more than the idiot who drove it, darted through traffic. I scoffed at the driver’s inaccuracies, skirting too close to the lines for anyone’s comfort. Precision mattered when controlling a car at high speeds—or at any speed, really. A single tap of the brake could end lives or save them. The wrong turn of the wheel could result in a crash. Such a mistake, not on my part, had cost me my once upon a time, and a chill sliced through me at the memories the red vehicle revived.
Once upon a time, my job had been to drive one of those cars, protect the man I’d been sworn to for life, and rise above all others except for him.
Bradley Hampton wanted only the best and to be the best, and he’d expected more from me than anyone else.
My once upon a time had ended with the recklessness of another bodyguard who’d believed a few minutes of time might actually matter. My last conscious act had been to position my car so my precious passenger would walk away from the accident. Even as I’d hit the brakes and turned the wheel, I’d been aware I would pay for his life with mine.
I’d done so with pride.
I couldn’t remember any fear, only pride.
I couldn’t remember any pain, either. Trauma could do that to a person, erasing critical moments.
Taking the brunt of the accident, created by another bodyguard’s foolish pride, had cost a principal his life in addition to dumping me into a coma so deep and long I’d been transferred across the country to a specialty hospital and left for dead.
I gave my ex-boss credit; he’d taken the ‘for life’ portion of my contract seriously, and he’d refused to have my plug yanked. Others of his ilk would have without hesitation. It didn’t change anything for me, though. His instructions, should I awaken, had been brutal and simple enough.
He didn’t want to hear a damned word about me until I could return to duty.
In typical Bradley Hampton fashion, he’d believed I’d be returning to duty. He likely still did, which would forever cause me problems. In good news for him, he wouldn’t learn the bitter truth. It’d taken the doctors a month following my return to coherency to acknowledge I wouldn’t be returning to duty.
Sometimes, I wondered if he would ever be bothered to ask what had happened to me. If he did, what would he do? Would he care? People like me often fell prey to the hope our principals might actually care about us. I’d heard the lecture when I’d been selected for my duty.
I lived to serve, and my life had no other purpose than that. Emotions only got in the way of the job.
Those same emotions had created my willingness to position my ex-boss’s Ferrari in the way I had, putting his life over mine. It hadn’t just been pride in my job. I’d cared for him. I’d cared for his haughty parents who thought the world of him but tried not to acknowledge my existence.
I’d cared.
Caring always found a way to cause me problems, and I couldn’t stop myself. I still cared.
I always would.
I scowled at the painful reminder I shouldn’t have left my cane at home. Without it, I’d put too much strain on my busted ankle even with the medical boot allowing me to walk at all. Forgetting the cane had been yet another dumb stunt induced by the pain-filled fog of a morning without medication.
Had I not been discarded, I might have gone without the incessant discomfort. Fool that I was, I’d screwed myself over with my cover story, which offered me the ability to avoid detection from the very man I’d once guarded. Along with a partial name change and a move back to my old haunts, I’d taken the hiding in plain sight thing a little too far. But what sank me was registering my magical aptitude rating at 17.2%, too high to count as a pure mundane but too low to use magic at all.
Had I gone for a saner 30.5%, I could have visited a doctor for a renewal of my prescription without having to tap out enough of my magic to maintain my ruse. To tap my magic, I needed to manipulate someone’s blood, circumventing their heart or adjusting their personal chemistry to suit my needs.
Opportunities to use my magic came few and far between, and I didn’t have access to cadavers to practice on, nor was I willing to inflict misery on some random stranger to drop my reserves to dangerously low levels.
There was only so much I could do with my own blood before I ran the risk of death.
I cursed the sports car and its idiot driver for making even more of a mess of my morning.
I didn’t need any more damned problems in my life. I needed my cane, but if I turned around and limped home, I’d be late for work. Being late for work couldn’t happen, not without a damned good reason, and forgetting my cane didn’t count. Once at the library, I could figure something out—or bribe one of my co-workers to run down the street to my apartment. If I had owned anything worth stealing, I might’ve been concerned, but my apartment did a good job of representing my bland life. With my salary, I skipped luxuries, and the little extra money I didn’t shove into a savings account went down the drain trying to rehab my foot.
Spiting the damned doctor who had sworn I’d be wheelchair bound for the rest of my life amused me. The last time I’d gone to his office, I’d done so without my cane, earning a scolding over it. I’d gotten him to finally admit I might one day walk without my boot.
My new doctor had faith in me and my mangled foot. Even on the days I faltered, she believed. With enough hard work and a few more surgeries, I might even manage without a limp.
I even understood that after successfully rehabbing my foot, I wouldn’t return to my once upon a time. Those days were gone, and for the most part, I didn’t miss them.
Okay, I missed them. I missed having a hotter than hell boss with a sense of humor, I missed driving luxury sports cars better than anyone else, and I longed to take the latest and greatest to the race track so I could play with them, as they were banned from the road for being too fast and glorious to be street legal.
Bradley Hampton liked rewarding his minions for good behavior, and he’d figured out how I’d ticked within months of hiring me to be his for life bodyguard.
I fucking loved cars.
Instead of stomping my foot at the unfairness of some incompetent driving a car I could handle better, I limped to the corner, pressed the button to cross the street, and muttered curses over my lot in life.
I loved working at the library and getting lost in a good book, but I remembered.
Nothing good came from old memories, lost dreams, and unobtainable ambitions. I’d earned a nice, quiet life, and I meant to enjoy it. Forgetting the past would just take a little more time.

Author Bio:
RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Interview with Paul DeBlassie, THE UNHOLY

 Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?
The Unholy is a standalone supernatural thriller that delves into the dark side of religion and one woman’s struggle to break free.

Do you have a favorite character?
Claire, the heroine, struggles to come to terms with the reality of darkness cloaked in light. It affects her ability to live and love. She breaks your heart and makes you hope she makes it through tough times and heartache.

Briefly describe your journey in writing your first or latest book.
I’ve been writing for thirty years. The Unholy won the International Book Award, a culmination of ten years of clinical/psychotherapeutic experience and research, leading to bloodletting on the page—the birthing of a novel.

Are you currently under a traditional publishing contract for future books or do you have manuscripts that you will self-publish? Are you doing both?
I stick with my own imprint, Hallowed Realms Press, for my novels. I’ve been with traditional publishers, their price points way too high for the indie market. I can write, have professional edits, and do international pr for supernatural thrillers best as an indie writer.

If you used a graphic designer/publisher’s designer, how involved were you during the creative process for your cover?
I always see the image in my head then pass it on to my designer. Then my imagination gives a thumbs up to the final cover. I know if the image stirs feeling

What is your writing process? Do you listen to music or do you like silence?
I listen to the shamanic trance music of my native New Mexico, the realm of my writing and imagination.

Did you hire an editor to review your manuscript before publishing?
Oh, you bet. I have three editors – developmental, copy, final edit.

Besides Amazon, are there any other sites where your books are for sale?
Amazon is best for me. It sells 70% of indie books and ebooks. When I think of shifting away, my psyche acts up (I’m a psychologist) inner feelings get scratchy. So, I stick with Amazon.

What kinds of marketing [twitter, facebook, blog, forums] are you involved with for promoting your book(s)?
I have a wonderful social media base of appx. 90,000 across various platforms. I love the interactions with readers when it comes to blog posts, editorial reviews, and new releases.

What advice would you give a new author just entering into the self-publishing arena?
If you feel you have a story in you, write it, let nothing stop you, and go indie-stay indie.


Winner of the International Book Award and Pinnacle Book Award for Visionary Fiction! The Unholy is a dramatic story of Claire Sanchez, a young medicine woman, intent on discovering the closely-guarded secrets of her past. Forced into a life-and-death battle against an evil Archbishop, William Anarch, she confronts the dark side of religion and the horror of one man's will to power.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D. is a depth psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico. He specializes in treating individuals in emotional and spiritual crisis. His novels, visionary thrillers, delve deep into archetypal realities as they play out dramatically in the lives of everyday people. Memberships include the Author’s Guild, Visionary Fiction Alliance, Depth Psychology Alliance, International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy, and the International Association for Jungian Studies.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2020

#Review: HOW TO CATCH A SINFUL MARQUESS by Amy Rose Bennett

  4 of 5 stars

Hamish MacQueen, Lord Sleat, is a battle scared hero who suffers from more than just his physical scars. He keeps to himself fearing his nightmares are a danger to anyone who gets close to him. Having a toddler dumped on his doorstep with a note claiming that Hamish is the father is just one issue that he's dealing with. Olivia de Vere has been admiring her neighbor Hamish for months and when the opportunity arises for her to escape her evil cousin, she agrees to accompany Hamish to his seat in Scotland to deal with a family matter and to act as a nursemaid for the child. What neither of them expected is the strong attraction growing between them, but will Hamish let go of his doubts and embrace Olivia's growing affection?

I really liked Olivia. Her transformation from a shy and timid young woman to become more self-confident and value her own worth was delightful. Her quiet and comforting presence for Hamish transforms the rugged Highlander who finally realizes that he is deserving of love. The twists and turns in the book kept me turning the pages quickly to find out how everything would be resolved. All in all this was a delightful story.

I voluntarily read the advanced reader copy and all opinions are my own.

Monday, August 24, 2020

#Excerpt: PLAYING WITH FIRE by R.J. Blain

Playing with Fire
R.J. Blain
(Magical Romantic Comedies #1)
Publication date: January 30th 2017
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

What do you get when you mix gorgons, an incubus, and the Calamity Queen? Trouble, and lots of it.
For Bailey, catering to the magical is a tough gig on a good day, but she has few other options. She can either keep spiking drinks with pixie dust to keep the locals happy, or spend the rest of her life cleaning up some of the world’s nastiest magical substances.
Years after helping Police Chief Samuel Quinn escape an unhappy marriage, Bailey is once again entangled in his personal affairs. To make matters worse, Quinn’s ex-wife is angling for revenge, tossing Bailey into the deep end along with her sexiest enemy.
Warning: This novel contains excessive humor, action, excitement, adventure, magic, romance, and bodies. Proceed with caution.
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No one in their right mind would ever license me as a private investigator, but that didn’t stop people from coming to me when they needed something found. Fortunately, I liked my job as the only human barista at Faery Fortunes Coffee and Book Shop. Most came for a cup of joe and left too buzzed to read a thing, but who was I to complain? People paid top dollar for their pixie dust infused latte, and they tipped me well not to judge them.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t so fond of Chief Quinn. When he walked through the door, bad things usually happened to someone—me. For him to come in five minutes after opening, long before the sun even thought about rising, he needed something, and it wasn’t a cup of coffee. Why couldn’t he want coffee? I could deal with making him a drink, and I’d double his dose of pixie dust to keep him happy.
I gave the espresso machine a defiant swipe of my cleaning cloth before stepping to the counter to deal with Manhattan’s Most Wanted Bachelor. Without my help, he’d still be married, too.
What a way to start the day.
And to think people wondered why I refused to help find anything for anyone anymore. The reason stood across the counter from me. Chief Samuel Quinn, aged thirty, hotter than sin, and my heaven and hell rolled together in one smoking tall, dark, and handsome package, hated me for good reason. It was his fault, too. He had been the one to ask me for help finding his wife. I had found her all right, right in the middle of teaching a college stud the nuances of the reverse cowgirl.
If no one asked me to find something or someone again for the rest of my life, I’d be a very happy woman.
“Chief Quinn, what a pleasant surprise,” I lied. “Can I get you something? A dark roast, cream, no sugar, light on the dust?”
Why couldn’t I have been blessed with forgetfulness? I knew my worst nightmare’s favorite drink, and I had to make it for him first thing in the morning. Of course I knew it. He came in at least three times a week to torment me. Screw it. Who was I kidding? Instead of the coffee, he could take me instead. If I had to put up with the hassle of dealing with him, why couldn’t I enjoy it, too?
“Cream, no dust, and make it a large, Bailey.”
Alarm bells tinkled in my head. Since when did Chief Quinn address me by my first name? On a good day, he snapped my last name like he worried it would contaminate him. “Of course, sir.”
The faster I made his coffee, the sooner he’d go away. I’d love every second I spent watching him go. In less than a minute, I had his drink ready, and to lower the risk of him spending any extra time with me, I chirped, “It’s on me today, Chief Quinn. Have yourself a nice morning.”
If it meant we parted without incident, it’d be well worth the five bucks.
He saluted me with his cup, flashed a hint of a smile, and walked out the door. Facing him was hell, but I glimpsed the heavens when he left, and if my panties hadn’t caught on fire under my jeans, I’d be very, very surprised.

Author Bio:
RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.

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Friday, August 21, 2020

Interview with Priya Ardis, GIRL WITH THREE EYES

Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?
Girl With Three Eyes begins a new fantasy/mystery series. Inspired by Hindu lore, it is a tale of school adventure, jousting, and political intrigue. To sum up: Kira would hate her third eye less if it actually gave her special powers. When her secret is threatened, she may be the only one who can save the kingdom.

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Do you have a favorite character?
Favorite character? It’s like picking a favorite child. It can’t be done.

Have you ever had a minor character evolve into a major one? Did that change the direction of the novel at all?
In a mystery, like Girl with Three Eyes, this can happen very easily. Sometimes the story builds just so that the character turns on you. I challenge you to find the character who surprised me in Girl With Three Eyes. Email me at contact(at)

If you used a graphic designer/publisher’s designer, how involved were you during the creative process for your cover?
One of the perks of putting together a book is to pare down your novel into key elements and then the designer takes your written vision and comes up with a book cover. I love seeing the story world come alive.

To help my designer, besides giving a summary of the novel, was to put together a pinterest board. You can see it here at

Do you belong to a critique group? Have they helped improve your writing?
I love my critique group! It is very important to get first reads and beta reads on your novel. To be in a successful group, you have to commit to read. You critique should be cognizant of genre expectations. Critique groups can hone-in on your writing weaknesses. But to go the next level, remember to also point out all the writing strengths.

What is your writing process? Do you listen to music or do you like silence?
I used to not be able to write without music. But time and scheduling sometimes interfered with this. (Also, my ears couldn’t take headphone for 8 hours a day.) So I’ve learned to live with the silence. Once you’re into a story, it’s easy to keep going. A lot of writing is stop and start. The best thing music can do for you is to get you into the mood/setting/emotional spot where you left off, so you can begin sprinting again.

Do you outline your story or just go where your muse takes you?
Many times, the muse takes you where you need to go. I do like to outline to give myself guideposts. This is especially important in a mystery. Defining the villain takes as much work as defining your hero. But I don’t do detailed outlines. Often, I find keeping a little mystery in the story can help you write faster!

Did you hire an editor to review your manuscript before publishing?
Yes, absolutely. A good editor makes your story great! Oftentimes, there are common weaknesses that are easy fixes. An editor can help you catch these little gotchas.

Besides Amazon, are there any other sites where your books are for sale?
The ebook of Girl With Three Eyes is on Amazon. Find print books on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Book Depository, etc. Additinally, you can find my other YA contemporary fantasy series, Gods of Merlin, on Amazon, B&N, Apple Books, Kobo, and Googe Play  

Besides writing, do you have any other passions?
I love running! I run every week to keep healthy both physically and mentally. I enjoy yoga and meditation. Of course, curling up with a book or movie and a cuppa tea can’t be beat! Me and tea:

Some fun facts about you.
Star Wars or Star Trek: Resistance is futile
Supernatural’s Sam or Dean: Moose!
Superman or Batman: Smallville
English Breakfast or Earl Grey: English Breakfast. Hot.

What’s next for you?
Currently, I am working on finishing the Gods of Merlin series. I also have a humorous/STEM illustrated early readers about a service dog name Merlin Raj under my psuedenem D. G. Priya. Keep up with all my current releases/giveaways/tours by getting on my newsletter at

Girl With Three Eyes
Priya Ardis
Publication date: August 11th 2020
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

She would hate her third eye less if it actually gave her special powers. When her secret is threatened, she may be the only one who can save the kingdom.
Sixteen-year-old Kira puts on a show about having empathic abilities, but she miraculously wakes a highborn boy from a coma after a near-fatal accident on mountainous slopes. When his father threatens to expose her “magic” to the queen unless she attends the kingdom’s most elite academy as a bodyguard.
Soon, she’s immersed in a strange new life—one of being a simple student trying out for the school’s skyboarding team. Her fake life becomes the life she’s always wanted, but Kira cannot escape who she truly is. And as a sinister foe lurks closer than she suspects…
Will she risk her freedom to develop the vision to unmask a killer before the crown falls?
Girl with Three Eyes is a young adult fantasy series. If you like strong female protagonists, futuristic fairy tales, and epic tournaments, then you’ll love Priya Ardis’s heart-racing adventure.

Author Bio:
Priya Ardis writes Blood&Treasure fantasy romances which include coming of age, bad boys, globe-trotting, and a spoonful of sassy banter.
She loves books of all kinds–but especially the ones that ensnare you and let your chai go cold. Her novels come from a childhood of playing too much She-Ra and watching too much Spock. She started her first book at sixteen, writing in notebooks on long train rides during a hot summer vacation. Her favorite Arthurian is the Lady of Shalott by Lord Tennyson.
What does she like to read? Books with fantasy and magic with a cool heroine that’s really just the girl/boy next door. Books with all the feels. And, hello, Mr. Darcy anyone?

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