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    Smart-mouthed Nicole Fontane has a way of getting herself into trouble. She’s been fired from every job she’s had but still refuses to work in her father’s apothecary shop because of his practice of Earth Magick. On Tulare Island where Nicole grew up, Magick has always been a way of life—one she’s determined to avoid at all costs.

    With less than two hundred dollars in the bank and rent due, Nicole is forced to take a job at Tribec Insurance as a last resort. Little does she realize, the moment she sets foot inside the building, she becomes a pawn. A sinister force has set its sights on her and will stop at nothing to use her in a sadistic game.

    Tribec’s proprietors, the Stewart family, are curiously preoccupied with the Naqada, the mysterious pre-dynastic Egyptian society. Nicole finds it creepy, but on the bright side, the job reconnects her with her estranged friend, Marta. Yet the eerie atmosphere, disappearing Magick wards, and the smell of blood inside Tribec bring Nicole to a startling conclusion—the Stewarts are practicing Blood Magick, the deadliest of the Five Principles. By the time Nicole uncovers the truth, Marta and her four children have gone missing, and all signs implicate the Stewarts and an archaic blood ritual to an Old One, a Naqada god imprisoned on Tulare Island.

    Battling the evil of Blood Magick will demand Nicole to confront a hidden past and unlock the Magick buried within. But can she set aside her deep-rooted fears to work with a team of vigilante Mages? Or will the clock run out on Marta and her children—and on Nicole?
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CHAPTER ONE:
Looking for bright, responsible, career-oriented, self-motivated individuals who have excellent people skills and are able to take high volumes of calls while maintaining a positive attitude. Ability to work with others is a must.
I glanced down at the advertisement in my hand. I had none of those qualifications according to my last employer—and pretty much all my other previous ones as well. I was, however, a “foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, under-performing”—still didn’t understand that one—“sarcastic, waste of space.” Although, to be fair, only one of the previous employers actually called me a waste of space, and that was because I had stopped sleeping with him.
This unfortunate lack of options was the reason I stood in the parking lot of Tribec Insurance, smoking the last of my apple-flavored cigars—a habit I learned from my father—wearing a cream-colored dress suit and a pair of matching pumps. I couldn’t afford either of them, and I really hated pumps. But I needed the job, so I dressed the part of the career-oriented, self-motivated candidate the ad was searching for.
Most of the jobs in the area required a college degree, or at least several years of experience. I had no college degree, and the longest I’d ever been employed at one job was six months. Thankfully, Tribec Insurance was always hiring and had no such requirements—a rarity in the uptight community of Alice where Tribec was located.
Through a ring of cigar smoke, I took in the phallic structure that was Tribec Insurance. My eyes landed on the small, stone, pyramid-like shape at the top of the building. It reminded me of an Egyptian Obelisk—a symbol to the god Ra. The Egyptian word for it, “Tejen,” meant “protection” or “defense.”
Why would the occupants of Tribec Insurance erect a symbol of protection or defense on top of the building?
A slight breeze blew over my bare arms, carrying the salty scent of the ocean and stirring the beads of sweat that had formed on them. My new blouse had molded to my back, and my feet had started to sweat. I was generally used to Tulare Island’s oppressive heat, but the anxious jitters in my stomach had caused my skin to flush.
I tried to dispel the nervousness in my stomach. Despite the obvious, I didn’t want to show that I was desperate. My best friend Kara spent most of last night trying to prep me for the interview. She advised me to not ask annoying questions, make sarcastic comments, or let my disgruntled attitude show.
Essentially, she advised me to not be myself. There was a message in there somewhere, but I was choosing to ignore it.
Out of our original group in high school, Kara was the only one who was still in my life. The only one who actually gave a damn about me. Marta and I hadn’t spoken in years, and as for Steve… Well, it was a long time ago.
I glanced at my watch. Damn. I guess I had procrastinated long enough. I put out my cigar, grabbed my blazer from the front seat of my car, shoved the advertisement back in my overly large purse, and headed for the building. As I walked, I attempted to wrap my head around the fact that I was essentially asking Tribec Insurance to let me spend my days chained to a desk, listening to complaints from strangers.
Maybe I should look into prostitution. At least I’d enjoy the job.
Kara also told me to smile a lot, so I pasted one on, pulled open the glass door, and stepped inside. Only to stop dead in my tracks at the entrance.
The walls—painted a burnt gold color that reminded me of the sunset—were lined with Egyptian art. Four glass displays, filled with half-head replicas of deities and artifacts, sat in each corner of the room. Green foliage hung from black ceramic pots near the entrance and the elevator. Something was off about the elevator. It wasn’t stainless-steel. No, more like marble. Black marble with gold striations that, at first glance, appeared to be moving. Odd.
And everything, including the guard station—which sat sunken into the foundation in the middle of the floor—was set up in a spherical configuration. Directly behind the guard station was a set of mahogany double doors, with gold Egyptian hieroglyphs carved around the frame. They were also etched around the guard station.
Most people on Tulare Island either practiced one of the four principles of magick or knew someone who did. There was, however, a small group of people who, despite the evidence, still refused to believe in magick. They usually carried picket signs outside of herbal and occult shops, telling people they were going to burn in hell, not realizing they were actually practicing faith magick every time they went to church.
Judging from the set-up of the room, and even the obelisk on the top of the building outside, I could hazard a guess—more like an assumption—that the occupants of Tribec Insurance practiced magick.
Despite my assumption, I couldn’t figure out which of the four principles—earth, elemental, mind, or faith—the people at Tribec used. There was, however, a fifth principle—blood—that to my knowledge, no one practiced anymore. And sadly, I didn’t know enough about it to recognize any symbols associated with its practice. Yet, symbols from the other four were etched all over the walls. Odd. Especially since people only had the ability to practice one. Not all four.
If it was a job requirement for me to use magick, I was running the hell out of here. I would live in a cardboard box before I got involved with magick. And if I didn’t get a job soon, that was exactly where I’d be living. Especially since I refused to move back in with my parents. I had to grow the hell up sometime.
I moved farther into the lobby; the scent of desert sand wafted around me. It had that baked-on smell that emanated off the ground when the sun was at its peak. It was unusual, but the décor could explain the smell. Especially if they added sand to some of the displays for authenticity. The odor that was definitely out of place was the one directly underneath it.
Blood. It was faint. I could almost chalk it up to imagination. Almost. If it wasn’t so overpowering.
I moved forward cautiously, my heels clicking on the white-tiled floor, as I tried to pinpoint where the scent was coming from. But the farther away from the door I got, the less I smelled it. I turned and started back toward where I’d first detected the smell. A chair creaked, stopping me in my tracks. The space between my shoulder blades started to itch. I turned.
The guard behind the desk was watching me.
I stood there, debating whether or not I should just leave. Yes, I was desperate, but the smell of blood? Was I imagining it? I pulled in a deep breath, trying to find the scent again. Nothing.
Get it together, Nicole.
After a short pause, I shook myself mentally, and continued toward the guard station with the guard’s black eyes boring into me. Sizing me up.
“Can I help you, miss?” He rose to his feet and crossed his arms across his chest.
I placed him in his late twenties. He had a solid frame, close-cropped black hair, deep set black eyes, and no facial hair. The dark brown suit he wore looked as if it had been poured onto him. Had to be ex-military.
The gold tag on his shirt read “Oliver Strong.” It suited him.
“Yes, my name is Nicole Fontane, and I’m here for an interview with…” I set my purse on the counter, ignoring his pointed glare, and pulled out my tattered notebook. “…a Francine Delaporte at eleven.”
“Have a seat. I will call someone down to escort you.” He inclined his head in the direction of the red leather couch on the right.
“Okay, thanks,” I said as I mentally extended my middle finger. Everything about him rubbed me the wrong damn way.
I sat and placed my purse beside me on the couch—the damn thing weighed a ton—and picked up one of the brochures for Tribec Insurance. While I sat there leafing through it, another security guard walked up and blocked my view of the sun. Well, he would have if there had been one inside the building. This burly bastard had tree trunks for arms and a head that resembled a boulder. Did they chisel him from a mountain?
“Ms. Fontane?” the guard grumbled. It sounded as if his voice came from a gut full of rocks.
I stood, which put me at eye level to his massive chest and the name tag pinned to his shirt that read “Duncan Glass.”
Maybe when they hired their guards, they assigned them names as well.
“Yes.” I tried to push myself up a few inches more. I was already wearing three-inch heels, bringing my total height to five nine, yet this massive behemoth still towered over me.
“Follow me.” He spun around abruptly and led the way to the elevator.
I was tempted to salute him, or give him the finger—the damn bossy bastard.
Calm down, Nicole. You need this job.
Duncan pulled a card from his pocket and inserted it into a slot located on the right side. I guess that answered my question about the oddity of the elevator. Besides the strange composition, they didn’t have a call button. They sure did have a high level of security for an insurance company. Maybe they denied more claims than they approved. Greedy bastards.
When the doors slid open, Duncan extended his arm out. “Ms. Fontane.”
I stepped inside.
Once the doors were closed, he inserted his card into another slot, and a display lit up with a list of floors.
The number thirteen was among them.
I had once read somewhere that all older buildings either omitted the thirteenth floor or renamed it. It all stemmed from a superstition that the thirteenth floor was unlucky. I wasn’t superstitious, but I did find it interesting they chose to include it.
“They have a thirteenth floor,” I said.
“It comes after twelve.”
While I was no stranger to snide comments I really didn’t like others using them on me. Bastard.
A few moments later, the elevator doors opened and, thankfully, deposited us on the seventeenth floor. I followed Duncan to a set of offices in the center of the floor. He stopped at the first door in a row of three that faced the elevators. The silver name plate affixed to it read: Francine Delaporte. After he rapped on it three times, he planted his feet a few inches apart and placed his hands behind his back.
Maybe Duncan thought he was still in the military.
I took in the room while I waited. Cameras inside small black orbs dotted the ceiling. A hazy gray tint covered the windows, allowing minimal light to filter into the room. Industrial gray walls sported a few framed “inspirational” quotes that referred to “teamwork” and “having a positive attitude.” They even had the stupid “Hang in There” poster with a cat hanging off a wire.
Even the partitions that divided the employees’ desks were gray. The only break up in the ashen color were the fake wood desks.
It reminded me of a mental asylum.
The majority of the people in the office were women, with a few men thrown in here and there. Did they believe women were more suited to talking on the phone? Either way, everyone in the room was pasty, their eyes sunken in, wearing expressions that suggested they had given up on life. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were all former tenants of the asylum, dressed up in over-sized clothes and forced into the role of “employee.”
The fact that no one looked up when Duncan and I got off the elevator supported my theory. They just sat there in their little black chairs, talking into their headsets, all repeating what sounded like the same practiced spiel in monotonous tones, a few minutes behind one another. Like a rolling set of waves crashing against the most boring shore imaginable.
I turned back to Duncan. He still stood at ease in front of Francine Delaporte’s door. What the hell was taking this woman so long? My feet were killing me. Like an idiot, instead of breaking the shoes in after Kara left last night, I had curled up on the couch with a bottle of Samuel Adams, contemplating my limited options. My little pity party of one ended at midnight when I realized my only option was one I wasn’t willing to entertain.
As I switched my purse from my right shoulder to my left, I caught sight of a faint circular line drawn around the cubicles. I stared at the ground, unsure if I was seeing things, or if there really was a line drawn on the floor. I straightened and moved to the left, trying to follow it. As I stood there transfixed, someone brushed their frigid hand across my exposed neck.
Coldness raced down my spine, and the scent of sand filled my nostrils.
I whipped around.
Duncan was gone.
In his place stood a woman wearing a red paint suit. Given that she was at least five feet away from me with her hands down at her sides… Who the hell had touched my neck?
Francine extended her hand and smiled. “Hello. Ms. Fontane?”
I stepped forward, my legs suddenly weak, and took her hand. “Hi.” I cleared my throat. “Yes, I’m Nicole Fontane.”
“I’m Francine Delaporte. Let’s get started.” She let go of my hand and walked into her office.
I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to warm the sudden chill that had settled there. I glanced around the room. The employees remained at their desks, staring rapt at their computer screens.
A cool breeze circled the room, pulling my gaze toward the ceiling. An air vent sat directly above me.
Before I entered Francine’s office, I glanced down at the floor. The markings were gone. Maybe I had imagined them. And maybe the air-conditioning explained the feeling of someone brushing their fingers across my neck.
Yes—for sanity’s sake, I was going to go with that.
Just my overactive imagination.



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My name is Carla Vonzale Lewis and I like my martini’s shaken…never stirred. I was born in Georgia but please don’t mistaken me for a Georgia peach. I’m more like a prickly pear. Speaking of being born, someone asked me recently if I remember my birth. And I have to say, yes, I do remember that handsy doctor pulling me out into the cold. Right Bastard!!!

Despite being born in the South, I grew up in the North. California to be exact. Every once in a great while we get to experience all four seasons. But mostly, it’s just heat. You should see our electric bill in the summer! I like the beaches, but not the sand. I enjoy being outside, but the sun gets on my nerves. Does it really need to send its death ray to a single spot on my skin! (I told you I was a prickly pear) And don’t get me started on the traffic.

The first part of my life, I worked in customer service. This line of work led to the discovery of my favorite drink, or, rather, several favorite drinks. I could list the many concoction but that would go on forever!

Needless to say, it wasn’t an easy job. But I did enjoy talking with people. And when it came time to develop my characters, I drew on those experiences.

I have a degree in Fashion Design. Don’t ask. The only thing I gained from those wasted two years of my life, is being introduced to the love of my life, Bobby. He is truly my rock.

Why do I write? Well my first book, LINEAGE, answered the question, “What does the big boss actually do all day?” I might have gone a little dark with my answer, but it was fun answering the question. But mainly, I love writing because it gives me power to create. And it also gives me the power to fix this broken world.

Truthfully, I’ve always loved the written word and the way a good book could take you to another place and time. Instead of hanging out in the lunchroom, I would go to the library and create stories or bury my head in a really good book.

I started writing my first novel in 2014 and 30 days later I had a collection of scenes that needed some serious revision. And that was where the fun came in. Over the course of several years my novel went through final draft after final draft until I finally came to…you guessed it, the final draft.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy reading, binge watching shows on Netflix, and trying to convince my husband that getting a dog is a wonderful idea.

And one day, I will discover how many licks it actually takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. 


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Untamed Delights
Release Date: July 16, 2019
Publisher: Montlake Romance
ISBN:  1542009685
ISBN13: 9781542009683
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Review Copy Source: NetGalley

Return to the sensual and feral stirrings of the Phoenix Pack as a woman who’s already bound to one man is tempted by a wolf who’s bound only to his nightly desires.

Cat shifter Mila Devereaux can’t help but see it as a betrayal. That her one true mate imprinted himself on another female was hard enough to accept. Struggling to be at peace with her loveless fate, she doesn’t fight the suggestion of entering an arranged mating. Then she meets Dominic, a pack enforcer with a notorious reputation. It’s in his very scent. This irresistible playboy—and delicious badass wolf—is making Mila’s fantasies come alive again.

Alarming, compelling, and heady with sensual energy, Dominic is an expert at making women shed their inhibitions. Now everything about him—his killer smile, his perfectly sculpted body, and his smooth-as-honey voice—is drawing in a captivating new catch. But for the first time in his life, Dominic is feeling more than a fling. He finds himself tantalized by a female who makes him think of forever. He wants all of Mila and won’t be satisfied until he has it.

As the passion grows wild, so does the risk. They’re falling in love in the shadows and secrets of their pasts. And it’s threatening to destroy everything Mila and Dominic are fighting for. And are destined for.

I'm slightly devastated that UNTAMED DELIGHTS is the last book of the The Phoenix Pack series.

Each of the Phoenix pack books has had plenty of danger and action and UNTAMED DELIGHTS is no different.  There are actually a few different mysteries and dangerous situations coming from different directions in the story which made it that much better. 

The romance between Dominic and Mila was one of those slow build situations and I enjoyed their give and take with each other. I really enjoyed the way that Wright built their relationship around them not being each others fated mate after so many fated mate pairs. I also enjoyed that Mila didn't pine after her fated mate after he unknowingly rejected her. She really stood up for herself and it made me like her and her strength even more.

I really enjoyed witnessing Dominic's HEA. Both him and Mila really deserved each other and the life that they ended up in.  Again, I hate that this is the end. I love all the characters and I love seeing them and how their life is going along in every book. I did really enjoy the end jump ahead though and appreciated seeing how everyone turned out. This was a great series that I thoroughly enjoyed following.

I gave it 4/5 stars

* This book was provided free of charge from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
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UFI welcomes Author Jill Ramsower. Thanks for Joining us!!

What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview?

I do all my own graphics—teasers, banners and ads. I’ve spent many an hour watching YouTube videos learning how to work photoshop. It was a pain in the rear, but now that I’ve caught on, I love having that creative freedom to make certain my graphics accurately represent the feel of my novels.


What do you enjoy doing on your down time?

Down time? Ha! The life of an indie author rarely allows for down time. If I did happen to have time to kill, I would read or do crafts. I also love traveling, so even if I’m not on the go for a book signing, I plan trips for fun as well.


What is your favorite part of writing? 

The plotting/planning! I love crafting the story, figuring out what twists and turns will unfold. I am a big plotter, so by the time I get to writing, I’ve envisioned the story all the way through and can struggle with getting distracted by the next story.


Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?

Not really. I get my best work done early in the morning, so I’ll sneak into my office and write in my pajamas before the rest of the house is up.


What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres?

My all-time fave is the Fever series by Karen Marie Moning. Her work inspired me to write The Fae Games books, and I aspire to write as well as she does. I also love: Amelia Hutchins’ The Fae Chronicles, Julie Kagawa’s The Iron Fey, Karen Lynch’s Relentless series, anything Kresley Cole, Sarah J. Maas, or Cassandra Clare—really I could go on and on.


How would you pitch The Fae Games Series to someone who has not heard of it before?

The Fae Games books are urban fantasy meets contemporary romance—all the action and intrigue that comes with magic, paired with just the right amount of angst and passion. The most important component of these books is the characters, which is why they are the primary focus. Rather than excessive world-building or drawn-out action sequences, I write realistic characters who will become tangible to the reader. Some you will come to love, and some you will hate—in Midnight’s End, you’ll learn some characters stand solidly in both categories.


Can you tell us a little bit about the world that The Fae Games is set in? 

The books are set in modern-day Belfast, and at times, the world of Faery. The portals between worlds have been closed for centuries, and the existence of the Fae is unknown to humans. Only a handful of Fae are allowed to cross over to Earth, and they keep their powers a secret. The wild, uncivilized Unseelie caste of Fae are never allowed on Earth or on Seelie Lands, which begs the question—what would happen if they did manage to escape their containment?


Do you have a favorite scene in Midnight’s End?

I guess I’d say the cave scene where Knight and Morgan have been drinking. It was light and flirty, and I loved their interaction.


Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about? 

I think Morgan and Knight in Midnight’s End have been my favorite, perhaps because I’ve gotten to know them so well through their appearances in the other books. I loved showing a different side to each of them and giving them shape. Cat in Born of Nothing was definitely the hardest to write about. I knew my readers would probably be upset that she went through such a harrowing trial, but that was her path as I saw it in my mind. I had to be true to her story.


What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?

I recently announced that I will be setting aside fantasy romance for the moment and doing a mafia romance series that I’m super excited about. I was lucky enough to be invited to the Shameless Book Con in October, so I’ll get the first book in the new series out just before the event. 
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Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she’s an attorney, travel junkie, and voracious reader.

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Midnight's End
The Fae Games #5
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Sorceress, enchantress, deceiver, murderer—I’ve been called all those and more, some that might make you blush. Lucky for me, I couldn’t care less what people think about me. I’ve had my sights set on one thing for the last thousand years, and that’s all that matters. I’ll do whatever it takes to find the cauldron, even if it means taking on a partner. They call him a knight in shining armor. For me, he’s my golden ticket. He fell into my lap, quite literally, and now he’s going to help me get what I want.
I don’t play particularly well with others, but he’s the best shot I’ve got, so I’ll hop on that train and hope it gets me where I need to go. He thinks he’s going to crack my shell and see what’s on the inside, like maybe there’s a warm, gooey center to make up for the hard exterior. He’s in for a world of disappointment. Everything soft and delicate about me became rough and hardened a long time ago. I’m Morgan Le Fay, and I’m the villain in this story.

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UFI welcomes Author Kali Rose Schmidt. Thanks for Joining us!!

What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview?

I’m covered in tattoos. Including a tattoo of a man with horns inspired by Stranger Rituals. I love art, and I include tattoos in that.

I also like to spend most of my time outdoors, in the woods.


What do you enjoy doing on your down time?

Reading! Or writing. Even though writing is a job, and I include reading as part of it, it really is the best job in the world. Other than that, hiking through the woods or playing on a beach are some of my favourite things.


What is your favorite part of writing? 

Going to another world, exploring it, making friends (and enemies) in it. I also love reading up on history of elements in my books (for example, Elves, etc.).


Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?

Yes. I listen to music 100% of the time, mainly metal, and usually Zeal & Ardor. For emotional scenes, I listen to the same song on repeat until I’m done with it (and usually crying, too).


What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres?

V.E. Schwab and Sarah J. Maas, along with Holly Black, are my top three favourites.


How would you pitch Stranger Rituals to someone who has not heard of it before?

Adult dark fantasy about a blood mage running from a curse to stop a holy war.


Can you tell us a little bit about the world that Stranger Rituals is set in? 

It’s very, very dark. There’s a holy war coming up, and people are dying in the streets, in a rather gruesome fashion. Blood magic and elemental magic abound, and there is a lot of occult elements in the world in general.


Do you have a favorite scene in Stranger Rituals?

Yes. When Scarko is in a prison cell, alone, but I won’t say more


Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about? 

Vojtech from Stranger Rituals was my favourite. He’s awful, really, but he doesn’t wish to be, and writing his motives (which show up more in book 2, coming in the fall) and backstory was fun and a little painful.

Scarko was the hardest to write, and being that she is the protagonist, a lot of the book was hard to write. Her backstory is tragic, but she hasn’t become bitter. Instead, she uses dark humor to get through the day-to-day, which in some ways, is even more tragic.


What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?

Shadow Palace (Stranger Rituals II) will be coming in the fall. I also have a completed series called All the Dead Souls, if you’re into vampires and warlocks.  
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Kali Rose Schmidt is an author, mother, and villain lover. She likes bloody tales of monsters, yoga with the lights off, and anything that goes bump in the night.



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Stranger Rituals
Stranger Rituals #1
A fighter with a venomous grudge.
A monster with an immortal curse.
A girl with a terrible gift.

All three out for blood in a land torn apart by harsh gods and holy wars. Each entwined with the other, on their own quests for vengeance, and yet held together by strange links to sinister pasts. As their fates unravel, a dangerous romance blooms, and violent darkness beckons.

At turns both darkly humorous and utterly morbid, STRANGER RITUALS is the startling first novel in Kali Rose Schmidt's dark new series.

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Books Received for Review

A Pack of Love and Hate by Olivia Wildenstein
Wishful Thinking by Helen Harper
The Blacksmith Queen by G.A. Aiken

Books I've Read

The Memory Thief by Lauren Mansy
Verify by Joelle Charbonneau
A Pack of Love and Hate by Olivia Wildenstein

Reviews Posted

Rogue by Debbie Cassidy (@amoscassidy)
A Fierce Princess by S.E. Rose (@seroseauthor)

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UFI welcomes Author Mary Karlik. Thanks for Joining us!!

What are your top 10 favorite fantasy characters? 

1. Harry Potter

2. Hermoine Granger

3. Snape

4. Bilbo Baggins

5. Toothless

6. Dobby

7. Aslan

8. Edmund Pevensie

9. Blink (From A Spell For Chameleon)

10. Hiccup 
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Mary Karlik has always been a dreamer. When she was a teen, she read The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, and then sat in every wardrobe in her Nanna's home, trying to open the door to Narnia. She didn't find it, but she did discover her voice as an author: one filled with her young adult self, and grounded in her roots as a Texan and her Scottish heritage, nourished by obscure Scottish folklore.
You can find her Texas roots in her YA contemporary romance Hickville series , which has been described as "100% solid storytelling," and begins with Welcome to Hickville High, a "lovely story about growing up."

She digs deep into her Scottish roots - there is magic there, she just knows it - for the forthcoming YA epic fantasy Fairy Trafficking series, beginning with Magic Harvest.

She makes her home in the beautiful Sangre de Cristo mountains of Northern New Mexico where she is a certified professional ski instructor, but she also loves visiting Scotland where she is currently studying Scottish Gaelic at the University of Highlands and Islands in Skye. Mary also earned her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University, has a B.S. degree from Texas A&M University, and is a Registered Nurse.

Mary currently serves as the President of the Young Adult Chapter of Romance Writers of America and looks forward to raising a glass or two of gin and tonic with her fellow writers every year at RWA's national convention.

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Magic Heist
Fairy Trafficking #2
Layla rescued fairies that had been kidnapped and brought the human world. But now they can’t find their way back to the magic realm and time is running out.

Layla is a powerful fairy with magical ability that stretches beyond throwing spells. But with all that power, she still doesn’t know how to get over one-hundred fairies back to the magic realm. With their magic gone, the rescued fairies have no immunity to protect them from the toxins of the human world, and they’re slowly dying.

To find the path home, Layla knows she must team up with the one man who can make her insides quiver with an accidental brush of his fingertips. The same man who’s alter ego dragon is the natural predator of fairies. The man she knows will give his life to keep the fairies safe—Scotland’s finest Specialist Crime Division leader, Ian Cameron.

Ian has only been a dragon shifter for a few days. He struggles to control the dragon spirit locked inside his human form, doesn’t know what magical powers he may or may not have, and has never been to a magical world. But none of those things frighten him as much as the little spark that ignites in his soul when the half – human fairy is around.

But this little fairy is no Tinkerbell. She is brave, powerful, and can wield a sword like a medieval knight.

With growing feelings toward Layla, he couldn’t refuse to help her get the fairies back to the magic realm if he wanted to. The problem is the dragon who lives inside him would like nothing more than to feed his appetite with all of those little fairies—especially the half human one who killed its leader.

“Mary Karlik, is truly a hidden gem of a writer.”I Am the Bookworm


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A Fierce Princess
Author: SE Rose
Release Date: May 24, 2019
Publisher: Self-Published
ASIN:  B07R38RY6M  
Genre: Romance, Fantasy
Review Copy Source: NetGalley

One Princess. Two Lives. And a sinister secret that will change her world forever.

Princesses are supposed to be polite and poised. Princesses are supposed to put duty before self. Princesses are not supposed to live double lives.

Princess Susanna’s search to find her mother’s cherished crown that went missing the day she was killed is about to lead her on a quest to stop an assassin from killing a man. Only this isn’t any man, this man is a prince, a prince that has no idea that he’s royalty.

What happens when a princess attempts to save a prince? Can she keep him alive? Can she keep herself from falling for him?

I picked up A FIERCE PRINCESS on Netgalley because it sounded interesting and had the Sci Fi and Fantasy tag. I enjoyed it, but there wasn't any sci fi or fantasy to be seen.  It does read a little like a fairytale, so maybe that's it?

I honestly don't know what I feel about A FIERCE PRINCESS. I read it, and enjoyed it, but when I look back I can see that it was just one of those reads I read because it was on my review list. If I would have purchased it, I might have been disappointed.

So, what I liked:
- I loved that Susanna was a princess with a secret hacker side. She was likable and I had no problem being in her head.
- The author did a good job portraying the emotions behind the death of Susanna's mother.
- Susanna's brothers were a nice addition to the story.

What I didn't like:
- Susanna thought she was some secret agent that could save someone from an assassin with no information to back that up. I mean, if she was some bad-ass that fights crime in her free time instead of a hacker I could see it. It just seemed really weird that she thought she was going to save him on a whim.
- The insta-romance was just ok. I didn't feel like we got to know Logan and I didn't feel like there was any development to make it more real. It just was with no real lead up.
- We get a bit of a slow start, then lots of stuff happening at once. No in between.

A FIERCE PRINCESS ends quite abruptly with a cliffhanger. I would love to say that I HAVE to read the next book, but besides wanting to know a little about what happens next, It's not going to be a must read for me. 

I gave it 3/5 stars

* This book was provided free of charge from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
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Rogue
Release Date: July 8, 2019
Publisher: Self-Published
ASIN:  B07QR7PYW7
Genre: Science Fiction
Reverse Harem
Review Copy Source: Author

Each Victory is another day I get to continue breathing.  Each Victory is a reprieve from Death.

Ever since I was betrayed and taken from my home planet, ever since they pumped me with poison and abandoned me on this asteroid to fight or die, I’ve been surviving.

But I’m not alone.

There are others with me, alien to me, just as I am to them. Separated into Houses we fight as a team on the blood-soaked sands while the elite watch.

Each day is about survival until him.


An outsider, he brings death, but he might also be our salvation.

There can be no us and them. There can be no prejudice. There can only be the team, because together we are stronger.


A Sci fi adventure with a Whychoose romance and part of the Planet Athion world.

I had no clue that ROGUE was part of an ongoing multi-author series before reading it and starting this review.  I'm not really sure how I missed this fact, but I feel like you can read this book without knowing the world and species that live in it.

I would have liked some more backstory. I didn't feel like we knew enough about the world or the characters and I didn't feel like we got enough information about the characters and species of the world while in the story. Then again. If I would have read the series from the beginning, I would know these things, so I won't fault the story for those points.

I DO feel like I would have benefited from knowing more about the characters in Debbie Cassidy's story. We do learn some things about them, but I think the length of the book really made it hard to get to know them. I didn't feel like I could totally connect with Rogue because I didn't feel like I got to know who she was. I know she's bad-ass, but that was about it.

I felt it ended way to soon. I was just getting really into the story when it ended. The ending felt abrupt and jolted me out of the flow of the story. Having said that, I was really into the story when it ended and want to know what will happen next after a few bombshells were revealed.

I gave it 3/5 stars

* This book was provided free of charge from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
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