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#BookBlitz Dawsk by Erhu Kome Yellow

DAWSK BY ERHU KOME YELLOW

A demon hunter, a witch incarnate and a shape-shifter; a messed up trio in an even messier love triangle.

Hardworking nurse Simisola Oladeji is unlucky in love.

When reclusive billionaire Aiden Essien walks into her life, she knows there will be no future with him and even more so when she stumbles upon his bloodthirsty secret.

She is safer reuniting with her long-lost boyfriend Femi, surely?

Caught between the two, trouble is never far away as she discovers some disturbing truths about her past life. A dark force is rising and the messy trio is going to have to fight, together, to save lives.

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EXCERPT

From the east, the wind rose and whipped the trees, bending the branches and leaves. Dark clouds hovered over the Meje clan gathered in the forest clearing. The powers of the spirits they evoked with resonant voices surged in their midst.

The air reeked of a foul presence. Gusts of wind screamed, making the animals scamper in fright.

The hunters of Ori clan remained still and silent, hidden in the long grass, undeterred by the bloodcurdling sounds.

They had waited for this moment all their lives. This mission was the reason they existed, the reason they had been fiercely trained for years.

As devout worshippers of Yemaja, the earth goddess had imbued them with the strength to rid the earth of the abomination that tarnished her order.

The demon hunters with their bodies painted black and white, the symbol of impending war, had in their hands, daggers with long thick horns for handles.

These daggers had been forged from the rocks in the hidden cave beneath Yemaja’s waterfall—the only weapons capable of slaying the beasts short of taking their heads off from their bodies, which proved to be an almost impossible task.

The hunters waited for the opportune moment to strike, their bodies primed for action, eager for the victory to come.

The Meje clan folk held hands firmly by the edge of the lake and chanted after their leader whose head was adorned with cowries and raffia palm.

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ABOUT ERHU KOME YELLOW

Erhu Kome Yellow is an urhobo author of fantastical stories where gods, mythological creatures and magic come together.

She has been shortlisted for the Syncity Anthology prize, the Quramo writers prize and featured in Blaud Magazine. Dawsk is her first book, and is currently the Creative Freelance Writers Book of the year.

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BookSpotlight: Flying Solo by J. K. Weller

Scheduled to receive his aeronautical engineering degree in a few months, Chris is determined to gain a career in aviation as an airline pilot. Then tragedy strikes and every part of his life is changed, including his relationship with the woman he loves.

Chris desperately needs explanations. Somehow, he finds some answers in the midst of chaos. He learns that difficulty can be a good teacher, but that suffering is often the best teacher.

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The stall-warning horn soon blared in his ear as the airspeed dropped. With the plane in this position, it could easily enter a spin. He’d read many reports of airplanes spinning into the ground, killing all on board.

It’s about to happen; keep your feet ready on the rudder pedals and your hands light on the wheel. Be ready to level out the airplane if a wing starts to drop. Rapidly, the left wing dropped below the horizon. I’m gonna lose control of this bird if I don’t do this right! He pushed the yoke forward to get the airplane’s nose well below the horizon and rolled the control wheel right to try to level the wings. It seemed like an eternity before the plane responded to his attempt but respond it did and began flying again. A whew escaped as he exhaled. His soaked shirt clung to him.

“Let’s head back to the airport,” was all Thomas said. He didn’t say a word about what had just happened. Not a good sign. All of the study, effort, and money I’ve put into this, and now to blow it on the last thing the examiner asked me to perform . . . well, it doesn’t feel right. Had he just blown his chance at getting his pilot’s license?

You’ll smile, gasp, and shed some tears. In the end, you’ll find hope.

MEET J. K. WELLER

J. K. Weller has been involved in a variety of occupations spanning the years of his lengthy work life. From the days when he lived aboard a US Navy submarine to when he taught at a Christian University in Oregon, his experiences gave him a special view of life and of following God on a daily basis. He and his wife lived in Brazil for a few years as part of their service as missionaries helping to share about God’s love for all people. Employed as a part-time flight instructor for several years provided exciting experiences he enjoys sharing. Flying Solo incorporates some of the adventurous happenings while he was instructing others to fly, but the story is mainly pure fiction. He and his wife now reside in Mesa, Arizona.

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#BookTour #SneakPeek The Worst Kind of Love by Jonah Evarts

The Worst Kind of Love
by Jonah Evarts
Genre: YA Fiction
This is a love story. Just not the kind you’re thinking of.

Jaden is dealing with some major heart aches as he enters his first
semester of college. All he wants is to forget about his ex, find a
new girlfriend, and get semi-decent grades. But life has much more
complicated plans for him. During his first day of class, he meets
Cole, probably the most attractive male human being on the planet.
Jaden is immediately overshadowed, throwing a wrench in his plans to
find a girlfriend. It doesn’t help that the single girl he is
interested in wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

That soon becomes the least of his problems, as old enemies of his mental
health, family, and way of thinking begin to overtake his life. Jaden
tells a story of friendship, learning, and love as he uncovers truths
about himself and life. A journey of endurance and self-growth awaits
him as he skates through the roller-coaster that is life with many
movie nights and plenty of good food to help him get by.
He isn’t trying to have a love story, but he’s getting one anyway.
With himself.
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We reached the parking garage, and I led him through a labyrinth of Prii (the plural of Prius), until we reached my Corvette. Now, I know what you’re thinking. I seem to be complaining a lot about life, but I drive a freaking Corvette. But what you don’t know is that we got the money from life-insurance when my dad died. Now how do you feel? Be ashamed, ye judgmental heathen.
“Woah,” Cole said. “This is yours?”
I nodded, throwing my backpack in the back seat and unlocking the doors. Cole sat down carefully, so as not to ruin the already stained leather and cracked passenger side rearview mirror.
I never said I was a good driver, or a good holder of drinks.
“Where do you wanna go for lunch?” I asked.
Cole wrinkled his brow and rubbed at a non-existent beard. “McDonald’s?”
“Are you kidding me?”
He looked taken aback. “What do you mean? McDonald’s is never a bad choice.”
I opened my mouth to say something then shook my head and just started the car. Inside, I was shaking. You mean to tell me that underneath that rippling muscle and clear skin was a McChicken? I think not.

God, you gave all the good things to one person. Please stop.

We arrived a McDonald’s six minutes later, our backs drenched in sweat, and sunglasses plastered to our faces. We walked into the heavenly coolness of irresistible French fry smells, and I sat down as Cole ordered some food. He joined me in a booth just a couple minutes later.

“So,” he started, fanning his shirt. “Tell me some more about yourself. What kind of stuff do you like to do?”
I wasn’t sure if I should hate that he wanted to get to know me or be genuinely pleased that someone cared.
“I watch movies a lot. I sometimes play basketball. And I listen to tons of music.”
Cole sat up straight at the mention of music. “You make music?”
“What? No, that’s not what I said. Dear God, I’d be arrested for attempted murder if I sang in public.”
“Oh. Well, I make music sometimes. I play guitar and sing.”
Of course.
“Really?”
“Really. I’ll show you some of my stuff in the car.”
A number was called from the counter, and Cole went to get his food. I kicked at his seat when he left.
How? How on my first day, in my first class, had I met a guy so perfect that he would overshadow me in every way everywhere we went? I just wanted a girlfriend, man. God.
Cole came back with a tray full of food, multiple fries and chicken nugget boxes clustered together.
“Jesus, man. What are you eating, Ronald McDonald himself?” I asked.
“Well, no. Half is for you,” he stated matter-of-factly. He proceeded to rip open a box of nuggets and indulge.
“You got me food?”
He didn’t even look up at me. “Of course.”
I almost didn’t want to take any. I felt bad, taking food from a guy I’d just met. But then again, it’s not like he was suffering at the moment. I indulged in the mounds of nuggets with him.
At some point, I checked my phone. You know, millennial stuff. I scrolled through social media and lightly chuckled at something that wasn’t really that funny. I switched apps, and immediately, a picture of Maddie with her best friend popped up. I almost dropped my phone, which I guess wouldn’t have been so bad. I wouldn’t have had to look at her face for another half a second before I was able to close out of the app.
I choked on my food and had to force myself to swallow, then I put my head in my hand and held my breath. It stung. A lot. Seeing her face was hard for me. I shouldn’t have opened the stupid app.
Cole, true to his perfect persona, saw my moment of heartbreak and looked up at me concernedly.
“Hey man, you good?”
I closed my eyes, picturing her face again. “Yeah. I’m fine. Food just got stuck in my throat.”
If I was close with him then, I would have told him the truth. The truth about how my gut had just fallen out of my stomach, and how an aching need to be with her filled my body. I just missed her was all. It was like when I lost my dad.
“You sure?” He asked. I nodded, then opened my eyes and realized we had already decimated all the food he’d bought.
“Yeah. We should get going. I have another class in thirty minutes.”
Jonah Evarts is only 18 years old, and began writing his debut novel when
he was just 15. He lives in Manhattan, Kansas with two old people who
gave birth to him, a twenty-something dude that lives in the
basement, and two adorable canines. Growing up as a military child,
Jonah lived in Alabama, Georgia, Texas, and Korea (yes really) before
coming to Kansas. He says that Kansas is boring. He may be correct.
Jonah loves movies, music, and the occasional writing of a book. He
hopes to combine these three activities in the future, and make a
career out of it. Support this poor man-child in his attempt to do
something with his life.
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First Lines Fridays #5

 

First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. I first saw this on Life of A Literary Nerd  and decided this would be fun to start adding to my blog. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?

*Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page

*Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first

*Finally… reveal the book!

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