Spotlight Wednesday: Quest Chasers by Grace and Thomas Lockhaven #giveaway

If you knew that your curiosity may take you to a place from which you may never return, would you go?

Tommy and Eevie are trapped in an underground labyrinth filled with deadly traps and puzzles. They must solve each riddle to survive, but every solution leads them closer to what is certain to be their demise.

The Deadly Cavern is the first book of Quest Chasers, a fiction-fantasy series, where characters Tommy and Eevie are taken to a magical adventure you won’t soon forget.

If you like fantasy, magical lands and puzzles, then you’ll love Grace and Thomas Lockhaven’s Quest Chasers!

It’s a fantasy book for teens but young adults have been enjoying it as well.

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About the Author

We’re Grace and Thomas Lockhaven. We pretty much met the same way ALL writers meet each other, we met at the gym. While other people discussed their workouts we discussed things like, how to reverse a “creeping death” spell cast by an evil wizard. We could have filled a book with pictures of people’s faces that overheard our conversations. Quest Chasers grew from these conversations and now we hope to pass on to you the thrilling adventures of Eevie and Tommy as we bring them to life.

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Book Blast: The Words I Didn’t Say 2 by Tamika Newhouse

“Let’s imitate some Fifty Shades of Grey over some Jodeci grooves”

You build. You love. You grow together. Rosalyn felt that with Denim; she would have happiness that would always last. But when the romance died down, so did his loyalty. After discovering Denim’s infidelity, Rosalyn decides to end their relationship and start anew, or so she thought.

Loving Rosalyn wasn’t as hard as staying faithful to her, when Denim finds himself in compromising positions with other women. But, when Rosalyn decides to break up instead of working it out, he is forced to know what it feels like not to have her in his life. Temporary pleasures don’t work for him and when he discovers Rosalyn may be moving on, he must decide to finally step up and be the man she wants, or walk away.

In the follow up to The Words I Didn’t Say, Denim gets a second chance at love, but like most, he doesn’t know what to do with it. Sex, lies, deceit, and betrayal will have you wondering whether these two will finally let go of their pride and speak their heart? Or will love be lost once again?

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From teen mom to CEO by the age of twenty, Tamika Newhouse, the author of 13 novels, has landed on numerous best sellers’ lists and is the winner of 8 African American Literary Awards. Only nine months after debuting her first novel in 2009, she landed a major publishing contract without an agent and went on to become the CEO of Delphine Publications. To date she has published nearly 150 titles, launched the careers of hundreds of writers, and produces the only entertainment award show for African American writers, called the AAMBC Literary Awards.

In 2010, she was inducted into Who’s Who in Black San Antonio. In 2011, her company Delphine Publications won an African American Literary Award for Best Anthology, and for the second time, Tamika won Self Published Author of the Year.  The National Women in Business Association also nominated her for the 2011 Entrepreneurial Spirit Award. In 2013, she was honored with the Author of Distinction E. Lynn Harris Award.

She has quickly become the Shonda Rhimes in Black Publishing, due to her creative skills in discovering talent, her unique events that features celebrities from across the nation, and being the creator of AAMBC, one of the most influential brands in the publishing industry. Tamika presently tours the country speaking about overcoming her teen pregnancy to fulfill her dream, as well as teaching aspiring writers the publishing ropes. She resides in Atlanta with her children.

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Book Blast: The Wishing Stone by Lorana Hoopes

Spenser hates to read until he meets a mysterious cowboy who gives him a wishing stone and tells him it can possess magical powers when he reads. Skeptical, but willing to try it out, Spenser holds the stone as he reads his book about dinosaurs and suddenly finds himself transported back in time. After convincing the people he is there to help, he must join Arco, the local cave boy, to try and save their village from a dinosaur intent on destroying it. Will Spenser be able to help save the village? Will he ever find his way back home?

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 Excerpt

 Spenser looked to the left and right, clutching the straps of his backpack tighter. He had read about cowboys but never seen one in real life. There weren’t many in western Washington. His mother, who was from Texas, spoke of them occasionally, but even she said there weren’t as many as there used to be.

“Why you looking so glum little pardner?” the man drawled. His accent was heavy, and his words were slow.

 Spenser wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but his curiosity got the best of him. “I have to read a book and do a report on it by Friday, and I don’t like reading.”

“Well, that is a mighty big problem,” the man agreed, tipping his hat. “Maybe you just ain’t found the right book yet.”

“What do you mean?” Spenser asked, narrowing his eyes at the man.

“Books can be full of amazing stories. Once you find one you like, I’ll bet you’ll be hooked for life pardner. Here, I got something that might help.” He reached into the pocket of his black duster and pulled something out. It was small enough to fit in his hand.

Unable to help himself, Spenser took another step closer. His blue eyes widened as he waited for the man to open his hand.

The man’s fingers uncurled one at a time to showcase . . ..

“A rock?” Spenser’s nose wrinkled in disgust. He had been hoping for something cooler than a rock.

“Not just any rock, son. This is a wishing stone. You jest hold it while you read and see what happens, but I must warn you to be careful of your thoughts. For sometimes, when you hold this stone, magical things happen.”

 Spenser looked again at the stone. Though nearly completely white, it still looked just like an ordinary rock to him. He took the rock, expecting nothing, but a cool sensation tickled up his arms. He glanced up quickly at the man, who merely smiled and nodded, as if they now shared a secret.

Lorana Hoopes is an English teacher in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with her husband and three children. When not writing, she enjoys kickboxing, singing, and acting. The Wishing Stone series was born when her oldest son began reading The Magic Tree House books. While she loved that he was reading, she wished the book didn’t use all simple sentences. She decided to write a series just a step up from Magic Tree House and The Wishing Stone was born. Dangerous Dinosaur is the first book in what she hopes will be a long series.

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Book Blast: On The Edge of Death by Ciara Ballintyne

All the Left Hand of Death wants is something to call her own, but is the price too high?

Ellaeva, the fated avatar of the death goddess, is desperate to track down her missing family but the trail is decades old. Instead, she discovers her battered and bloodied sister priestesses driven across the Jerreki border on pain of death. Ellaeva must turn aside from her personal quest to investigate the murders, only to find her parents have been taken into the heart of the conflict.

Lyram Aharris, favoured son of the royal line of Ahlleyn, is the only living person she trusts to help her infiltrate the enemy stronghold and uproot the horror they find there, but their chequered past threatens the mission. Accompanying him is his crown prince, the one man Lyram wants dead above all others.

Now Ellaeva must face down the darkness in her soul before a dark god is brought into the world.

At the boundary of life and death, all oaths will be tested. 

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EXCERPT

Lyram leaned on the window casement, scouring the bustling courtyard of the royal palace of Ahlleyn below. Servants in the black and purple livery of the clan Gaylbrath strode confidently about their tasks, and his gaze skipped over them, looking for someone obviously out of place—looking for the crow amongst the sparrows. From this high, picking individual faces out of the crowd was impossible, but that didn’t stop him searching. He didn’t need a face to find the person he sought.

Despite his failure to note anyone out of place, he knew there was at least one person in the palace who shouldn’t be there. He could feel it in his bones.

“Lyram, you’re not listening to me.”

Sighing, he turned, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded over his plaid. He regarded the duchess. “No, Narrawen, I’m not. I do apologise. What were you saying?”

The Duchess of Kinrothen narrowed pale-blue eyes at him. She stood in the centre of his sitting room, an inner sanctum furnished by his late wife, and a place of solitude and reflection where he’d usually not permit the duchess. But, short of his bedchamber, this was the only room in his suite with a window. He needed to see the courtyard, and she’d insisted on speaking with him.

“Never mind. You clearly have something else on your mind.” Then her voice grew teasing. “Perhaps something I could help with?“

Lyram swallowed a long-suffering sigh. Narrawen, standing with her head cocked and one hand on a hip, was a fine figure of a woman, but she was also a schemer. Her kirtle, though made of expensive linen, was woven in the red, yellow and green tartan of her clan; she took every opportunity to wear it, as though reminding everyone she was their clan leader. Though women were accepted as equals in Ahlleyn, a woman heading a large warrior clan could experience certain… troublesome elements, and she carried a bow slung over her shoulder. A woman who would lead warriors must be a warrior, and she had the temperament to match the flaming red hair tumbling down her shoulders in unruly curls. Everything she did was calculated and planned, and there was no way he’d be sharing what was on his mind.

“It’s nothing to trouble yourself over,” he said.

“Oh, it would be no trouble to take a burden from your shoulders.” She stepped forward, closing the distance between them to place a hand on his arm.

The heady aroma of eastern tuberose assaulted his nostrils, rich and sensual. She was tall, the top of her head on a level with his nose, and her breath tickled his clean-shaven chin. Her gaze held the resolute intensity of a woman accustomed to getting her way, sooner or later. She was beautiful, and in a way that went beyond her face and figure: she was fierce, determined, and intelligent.

But when he looked at her, he saw only Ellaeva.

Her brow pinched, as if reading something in his face, and he smoothed his expression.

“You’ve been too long a widower,” she said.

He started. “Eighteen months! That’s hardly too long.”

She met his gaze with an intense expression, ignoring his protest. “And I’ve never married. We both need heirs.”

He shook his head and tried to draw away, but she had him pinned between her wide skirts and the window. “You would merge two of the kingdom’s most powerful and influential duchies into one? The aristocracy will never stand for it. You already know my answer, Narrawen. I’m not interested in marrying—you or anyone else. It’s not personal, you understand?”

She snorted in a most unladylike fashion and tossed her hair, like a wild horse tossing its mane. “You pay too little attention, Lyram. You’d be surprised what the aristocracy will allow now, after the fall of Traeburhn. Everyone’s been made nervous by his treason, especially the stripping of lands and titles. Besides, we need not merge the duchies. We could agree on a division of heirs.”

“The risk of civil war—”

She leaned closer, until only inches separated their faces. The heady smell of her perfume was almost intoxicating.

“There are any number of men in this kingdom, and without, who would marry me,” she said. “Most for the wrong reasons. Few of them have my respect and admiration, but you do. What I need is a husband. What I want is you.”

The door burst open, thumping against the wall.

Narrawen jumped back, her bow clattering against the side table. A faint blush stained her cheeks.

Lyram’s pulse quickened. This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for.

Everard stood framed by the sitting room’s doorway, his posture perfectly erect as he folded his hands neatly in front of his sporran. As always, he was clad in scrupulous court attire, his rank pinned to the shoulder of his white shirt and his kilt falling in perfect pleats. His thinning grey hair had been meticulously combed, and his wire-framed glasses perched precariously on his nose. He kept his face blank, but a small twitch beside his eye betrayed his displeasure at the duchess’s presence. “Sir.”

Though Everard’s tone was even, Lyram read the tension and urgency in him. “I know, Everard. I’ll come.”

“A prior engagement, Lyram?” Narrawen said. “Whatever it is, reschedule it. We’re not done.”

Lyram opened his mouth to countermand the order—though she outranked him, how dare she presume to order his aide-de-camp?

But Everard’s gaze flickered to her with that same inscrutability, and in his perfectly deadpan aide’s voice he said, “Is Your Grace still chasing a husband? Perchance I can suggest a better hunting ground.”

Narrawen grew rigid, and Lyram suppressed a grin.

“The duchess and I can finish our conversation later,” Lyram said. “I’ll come, Everard.”

“No, sir—” Everard blinked, jerking aside as though pinched, and Ellaeva stepped into the room.

The shock of seeing her thrilled through him, like the mixed pleasure of an unexpectedly warm spring day, tainted by fording a stream running with snowmelt. Though he’d felt her jump suddenly from the far east to well within Ahlleyn borders several days ago, though he’d felt her drawing nearer by the day, he hadn’t realised she was here, outside the room. And no amount of time could have prepared him for this moment.

Their gazes locked. Her black eyes were flat and cold. In his head, the sense of her abruptly clenched into the hard glass ball that said she was trying to control or hide her feelings. That connection was the unintended legacy of his resurrection at her hand, but she’d grown better at controlling it. Then her gaze flickered to Narrawen, standing so close alongside him, and the glass ball shattered into a thousand shards with an impact so visceral he gasped and sat down. The chill in the air deepened.

She switched her stare back to Lyram. Finally, she spoke, in a voice cold as iron. “I have come to see Alagondar.”

Ciara Ballintyne grew up on a steady diet of adult epic fantasy from the age of nine, leaving her with a rather confused outlook on life – she believes the good guys should always win, but knows they often don’t. She is an oxymoron; an idealistic cynic. Her debut work is Confronting the Demon, and In the Company of the Dead is her first book to be published with Evolved Publishing. She holds degrees in law and accounting, and is a practising financial services lawyer. In her spare time, she speculates about taking over the world.

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