Title: Fast Track to Glory
Publication Date: January 5, 2016
Genre: International Thriller
Synopsis
Nina
Monte, a well-respected professor at the University of Padua, answers
an unexpected summons to a secret meeting with three European officials.
They want to hire her to verify the authenticity of an ancient artefact
hidden on a forgotten galley that sank in the fifteenth century, and to
this day lies buried at the bottom of Lake Garda in Italy.
She
accepts the invitation to join an eccentric art collector and to examine
the artefact. But before long, the Italian professor is cornered in an
insidious intrigue. Her inner and outer worlds clash.
Joined by a
lake-town hotelier, Alessandro Pini, Monte begins to unravel the truth
surrounding the discovery. She knows the stakes are high.
Forced
to abandon their ordinary lives, and dragged into a deadly race to
outwit a smart, but wicked, villain, Nina and Alessandro must do
everything they can to ensure freedom for all humankind.
Tomasz
Chrusciel had written his first short story when he was sixteen.
Although the idea of being a writer had been put off for the next twenty
years, he had never forgotten about his dreams. Having left his
corporate work, he writes full-time now.
He loves to travel, and
when he’s back from another journey, the next captivating story evolves
in his mind. He strongly believes that the most rewarding feeling and
the purpose of his writing is to let others experience those vibrant,
wonderful countries he’s been too, and to introduce readers to new
engaging characters born from his imagination and all those alluring
locations. Then he makes that story real – it becomes a reader’s story.
Fast Track To Glory is his second full-length action & adventure novel.
EXCERPT:
When
she closed the door to her apartment behind her, she went to her
bedroom and fell onto the bed. Once her head touched the pillow,
marvellous visions of medieval castles, fireworks, and sunken galleys
whirled in her head, and pulled her in to taste their abundance.
And
something else awaited her there; something, she sensed, that had been
there a long, long time. Something of value that was far beyond
measurable.
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Xavier
Neal lives in Texas where she spends her time getting lost in writing,
reading, or fandoms she recently discovered. Whether she is enjoying
books or movies, she continues finding inspiration at every turn to
bring more exciting stories to life. She also enjoys eating cupcakes,
watching Netflix, and pretending to have Oprah interview her!
Title: How to Train Your Knight
Author: Stella Marie Alden
Publication Date: May 10, 2015
Genre: Medieval Romance
SynopsisYear of our Lord, 1276.
In
the hours just before dawn, blasphemous curses echo throughout the
stone manor. A knife clatters to the floor, and a feisty young widow is
bound, blindfolded, and led to the marriage altar. The king couldn’t
possibly have sanctioned this farce of a marriage, could he? After all,
she alone transformed a few mud huts and starving serfs into a
flourishing town, never once hesitating to pay generous taxes to his
royal kingdom. Abandon her beloved people to be ruled by her new
husband, an ignorant Templar knight? Never! the Lady Ann vows.
A
murderous witch for a wife? The Beast of Thornhill finds himself in the
middle of either a cruel jest or an evil conspiracy. After returning
from the Holy wars, he accepts endowment of a small parcel of land in
return for saving King Edward’s life. But the reward comes with a
warning regarding the estate’s mistress. Despite his insatiable
attraction to the black-haired beauty, he allows her time to warm to him
while observing her strange, forward-thinking ways. But when all is on
the line, will he stand by her through the inquisition or will they both
hang for her secrets?
EXCERPT:
“My lord, your castle awaits to the north and your relatives may be held captive. We must turn
back.” The words were spoken by Harold-the-Younger who would be forgiven, just this once,
for his impertinence.
“And my wife is missing. Thank you for stating the obvious. If you can’t be more helpful, I
suggest your mouth be best used for taking in breath.”
Jacob pointed down the river. “There. What’s that?”
Thomas’ heart sank. A flat bottomed boat lay bobbing upside down against the bank of the river.
A woman’s body lay beside it in a pool of blood. He swallowed hard and dug spurs into
Demon’s side. His charger tossed his head, snorted, and veered, but Thomas gained control and
raced toward the grisly scene.
A dog chewed at a headless mass of flesh and snarled. He kicked the animal away, squatted, and
cursed. Pieces of Merry’s bloodied tunic twisted among the innards. He dropped to his knees and
shouted with first raised into the air. “Be ye damned forever.” Part of the curse was for whoever
had just killed her, the other for God, and lastly for himself.
Assessing the gore was the hardest thing he’d ever done. What was left of the flesh had the
length and breadth of his wife. One arm was cleaved at the wrist. His soul refused to
acknowledge the scene in front of his eyes and he refused to mourn. Not yet. He’d find the
bastard who’d done this to her, cleave him in to small bits, and let the vultures feed.
A horse whinnied behind him and Jacob’s flat voice spoke, “The head is gone.”
“Let me be. I’ll bury her. Alone.” He gathered stones and placed them beside the body.
“It’s way too opportune that the poor woman’s head and hand are missing. I smell a ruse.”
The blackness that threatened to devour his soul wouldn’t let in one ray of hope. “Do as you will.
I’ll bury what’s left of her.”
Thomas scoured the flood plain for a sign of her. Was it possible? Crows circled above, but other
than that, the land lay bare. All signs and tracks around the body had been swept away. The
coward was clever. About a mile beyond, a forest loomed. Perhaps the woman-slayer trembled
there.
Having no shovel, but many a stone, Thomas moved the body parts to a central area and covered
them. With none to watch, tears came unbidden as he placed the last round stone atop what was
left of her body. He gasped for air, knowing not how to go on, but knowing he must for his little
son.
“What say you, lass? You were right. Better that I should’ve stayed dead.”
Memories, detecting the flaw in his mail, attacked without mercy. Six years ago, he’d spied her
across the room with the devil in her eyes. She’d smiled boldly at him and giggled with her
friends. The first time they’d sat together at table, he’d fed her like a baby bird and cut her food.
All in the great dining room watched, knowing that in the doing so he’d claimed her.
He recalled that fateful night, when they’d hand-fasted before God. She’d begged him to take her
and he’d been too weak to resist completely. He’d promised to come back after trading in
London and marry her. How was he to know that Marcus would send him abroad at the king’s
request? His soul howled, never to be consoled again.
He sobbed, falling upon his knees, with his hands covering his face. Forgive me. He’d loved with
her that night as much as he’d dared. So beautiful her lovely sighs, so bountiful her breasts.
She’d opened her legs and accepted his hand until she’d come undone. Mayhap a holier man
could have resisted her offerings, but oh no, not him. Nay. He took all but her virginity and
remembered how sweet the agony to spew his seed between her legs.
He allowed one more moment of self-pity, planted the final rock upon her grave, and squeezed
his eyes as they burned. He apologized for his blasphemy and prayed God to take his angel into
heaven and allow him to meet her there anon. First, he would seek revenge and see to the welfare
of his son.
His eyes popped open when the grasses rustled in front of him and the ground opened up. A
muddy black demon arose with shiny eyes and yellow teeth. Grinning, it exited the hole with a
most ordinary sword held high. Then there was naught, but darkness.
Author Bio
I love Yoga, Zumba, and DIY house projects. My latest fun toy is a tile cutter. Wheee. What else can I tile?
I
grew up in New England, in Vermont and have always enjoyed making up
stories. When I was a kid, nothing was sacred. Crayons would fight other
crayons for placement in the box. Street lamps, when they lost their
bulbs, would cry. Needless to say, I still have an active imagination.
I
love traveling. I'm one of those people that all other travelers hate. I
lay back, when the plane takes off, and awake when the plane touches
down.
I have two grown daughters, one lives in Brooklyn and one
in Rome. My husband loves to edit my work, and my two cats jump on my
keyboard when I'm not watching. Blame them if you see typos.
Cheers and thanks for reading.
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