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Bridging lifetimes for love
Blurb
Mason Montgomery has had enough of his own self-pity and the never-ending traffic of the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta.
After selling up and moving to Savannah, sinking most of his money into a condemned Victorian home in a down and out part of town, an accident leaves him with a secret no doctor would ever be able to explain.
He can see ghosts. And one ghost in particular—Francis, an enigmatic presence lingering in Savannah’s sultry nights—feels more real than anyone Mason has ever known. But as their love deepens, Mason must confront a heartbreaking truth: how can he hold onto someone who no longer belongs to this world?
A sweeping romance of fate, desire, and the undeniable pull between past and present, this unforgettable tale asks: What if the greatest love of your life wasn’t alive at all?
Excerpt
“Hell,” he muttered to himself, “I’ll go broke on a room that won’t even be functional.” Mason had enough experience to know that with what little cash he had left, the most he’d be able to do would be to get the wiring done, and the bare minimum to meet the requirements to have the power and water turned back on in the place. He was going to have to find work soon.
Mason walked down the hallway intending to get the six-foot ladder from the front room, and then stopped dead in his tracks, looking up the stairs. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't move.
At the top of the stairs there was a man. No, not a man, but the transparent figure of a man. To Mason he looked as if he were one of those sepia tone photographs. A really, really old photograph. He starred at the man, not moving. The… apparition was dressed in a long coat, vest, an old-fashioned necktie and black pants. His hair was dark and parted on the right side, and he wore a full dark beard and a mustache slightly curved upwards at either end.
And then the man smiled. Mason’s mouth snapped shut and their eyes locked. Mason wasn’t scared. He had the feeling that the man meant him no harm and was actually glad to see him. When he started down the stairs, more like floated, Mason couldn’t help but take a step back, mesmerized by the man who wasn’t a man at all.
As he got closer, Mason couldn’t help but notice how handsome the man was. His light brown eyes were warm, and he could see there was a kindness in them. His smile seemed to broaden as he got closer to Mason and then… he just faded away.
Mason could only stand there, stunned. He didn’t even notice how long he’d been standing there. He finally shook his head, trying to clear his mind, to come to terms with what he’d just seen. Slowly, Mason made his way back towards the burnt-out kitchen. He leaned against the doorway.
“Two ghosts. In one day.” He looked towards the back door. “And damn, he was so good looking too. Now he can hang around.” Mason smiled to himself.
After a few more minutes, Mason went and got the ladder that he’d intended to get in the first place, glancing up the stairs hoping to see his male ghost again, but wasn’t too surprised when he didn’t.
About the Author
The Inappropriate Max Vos has been writing since retiring from a career as a Chef. The release of Ghost in 2025 comes after a writing sabbatical filled with travel, adventures and some personal obstacles.
When opening a Max Vos book, you never know what to expect. The story lines are varied and interesting. However, each book has vibrant and well-rounded male leads with strong female characters, and an interesting backdrop.
While Max is a Southern Gentleman at heart, his romance is hot and steamy. No subject is off limits to his imagination. You can find his bestsellers on Amazon and Smashwords or on his website maxvos.com. His website is also where you can get a copy of his ‘banned’ book Going Home.
The book tells his life. The truth rewrites reality. His choice might end it all.
Blurb
David Smith’s life is thrown into chaos when a mysterious book crashes through his window, telling the story of a life he doesn’t remember. A stranger, claiming to be a hidden scribe who weaves reality, demands the book back, warning that keeping it will unravel the world, but returning it will erase David from existence.
As the ancient order of storytellers is threatened to be overthrown by AI, David must reclaim his past and rewrite destiny itself to prevent the erasure of all reality. But if he succeeds, the cost may be too great—unlocking the truth of his fate gives him the power to destroy everything, including the only man he's ever loved.
If the world was never meant to be real, does it deserve to exist?
Excerpt
Books are only meant to hit you emotionally – but there he was, sprawled on the floor, surrounded by shards of glittering glass. The projectile was a leather-bound book.
David Smith’s typical morning was reliably dull, a ritual of lukewarm coffee in a chipped Doctor Who mug and the comforting scent of gently mouldering board games wafting through his dusty little shop in Barnes. But this was no typical morning.
The book had hurtled out of nowhere, crashing through the shop window and knocking him unconscious before his first sip. The universe, it seemed, had grown impatient waiting for David to pick on up its clues. It was time to literally, and literarily, hit him over the head.
From the outside, David looked like the definition of ordinary: a middle-aged white man with greying curls, an overambitious beard, and a body that bore the telltale marks of a lifelong romance with comfort food. If you had to sum him up in one word, it would be ‘forgettable’. His round, unremarkable face was a passport to anonymity, blending seamlessly into any crowd. Nothing about his life screamed ‘you are the key to one of the universe’s biggest secrets’, but he was in fact a ticking time bomb. Not that he had any idea the fate of the world – and more than the world – was in his hands.
But someone else knew. Someone who had been searching for David tirelessly. They didn’t know his current name or location, which was proving to be an increasingly catastrophic inconvenience. So the universe had decided these characters needed a nudge. David and his pursuer must meet, and they had to meet soon.
The book had hit David with such force that it not only knocked him off his feet but also sent him careening into one of the shop’s rickety shelves. Unbeknownst to him, a loose screw had gradually weakened the integrity of the shelf past the point of no return, and the whole thing was ready to relinquish its hold on the wall as soon as his body touched it. David looked up, his eyes widening just as the shelf broke free. ‘Oh no,’ he whispered as the world around him retreated. He tried roll to the side, to dodge out of the way, but there was no going back. Time, which had seemed so sluggish, suddenly accelerated in a rush of adrenaline. The shelf fell. And with it, David’s life as he knew it.
His instinctual attempt to shield himself was futile; the shelf struck him with a brutal force, burying him beneath a chaotic pile of stationery supplies and board games.
The shop lapsed into eerie silence. The dust danced in the muted sunlight filtering through the window, casting a surreal glow on the glass, the envelopes, the spilled ink, the game pieces, the destruction and disarray. The once orderly space was a jumbled mess.
‘David!’ Hope screamed. His shop assistant sprinted toward him, the soles of her black Martens squeaking slightly on the old wooden floor. Her cropped curly hair, unevenly dyed in different shades of teal like she’d done it herself in a rush, framed her face like a rebellious halo. Around her neck hung a collection of necklaces, each one a unique, mismatched piece – some silver, some leather, one with a tiny hourglass charm that swayed as she knelt beside him. ‘David, wake up!’ Her black skin blushed and her voice trembled with fear as she shook him gently, her necklaces sounding like tiny bells clinking against each other.
About the Author
I’m a bi and nonbinary author, secondary-school teacher, and author who believes queer joy deserves the spotlight. I write character-driven queer fiction that makes people laugh and cry — with a twist and a love for the unexpected.
When I’m not writing or teaching English and Politics, I’m rewatching Doctor Who, exploring nature, and cooking comfort food. I find joy in the quiet chaos of creating stories that reflect the beautifully messy lives of queer folks.
Seth is used to risking his neck. He never intended to risk his heart.
Seth Tanner swore to avenge his brother’s death. But when his quest for vengeance brings him to Richmond to stop a dark coven’s next ritual murder, he’s hell-bent on keeping Jackson Evan Malone from becoming the warlocks’ next victim. He just didn’t expect to fall in love with the man he’s sworn to protect.
Then Seth and Evan go on the road together to hunt the rest of the dark coven and stop a century-long cycle of murder and magic.
Each book is a complete story and provides enough background information that a new reader won’t be lost, but the situations and romance evolves as the series moves forward.
Overall Heat Rating for the series: 4 flames
Pairing: MM
Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, alternating POV.
Genres: Romance, paranormal romance, supernatural, urban fantasy
Book 8 - Recent Release
Book Title: Cursed
Length: 60,000 words/ 209 pages
Release Date: July 23, 2025
Tropes:
--Evolving, established, committed relationship
--Monster hunters/supernatural hunters
--Fighting a hidden war against dark magic
--Work colleagues with a common goal
Themes:
--Learning to trust again
--Found family
--Accepting the risk of commitment
--Getting closure on past losses
The book does not end on a cliffhanger. The main adventure in this book wraps up by the end, although the overall series still has four more related adventures to go before the resolution of the arc. It is best to read the Witchbane books in order.
The killer knows they’re coming for him. Can Seth and Evan save the next victim and shut down the dark witch, even when they’re cursed?
Blurb
Seth Tanner and Evan Malone head to Savannah, GA, to hunt the seventh of the coven members responsible for the death of Seth’s brother and so many other victims over the past hundred years.
Seth and Evan fell in love when Seth rescued Evan from one of the dark witches, and they went on the road together to stop the murders. Their relationship is new and intense, growing deeper with the danger, giving them both a reason to survive and gain vengeance.
Sterling Vernon is a prominent restaurateur with a thriving array of businesses, and he’s also the seventh witch-disciple with a new victim in his sights. His reputation and wealth protect him, and his dark magic enables him to evade consequences. Vernon needs to work his ritual to replenish his power soon, and that requires a new sacrifice.
Paxton Miller is Vernon’s next intended victim. When Vernon puts a killing curse on Evan to force a confrontation with Seth, it’s going to take all of Seth’s courage and cleverness, as well as help from their friends with supernatural abilities, to save Evan and Paxton and stop Vernon once and for all.
Cursed is an adrenaline-packed supernatural thrill ride with plenty of paranormal suspense, hurt/comfort, hot nights, found family, deadly magic, immortal witches, determined hunters, haunted places, creepy ghosts, spooky chills, and sexy thrills, and features an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.
Excerpt from Cursed
“I have waited long enough. Avenge me!” The furious ghost sent a frigid wind through the small parlor, sweeping papers from the desk and swaying the curtains. The candle in the middle of the séance table guttered but didn’t go out.
“That’s why we’re here.” Seth Tanner had never considered himself a ghost whisperer, but recent situations dealing with angry spirits made him wish for those skills. “We want to stop the man who killed you.”
“He took everything from me!”
The spirit of Rod Jennings looked like a tough stevedore in his middle years with a fringe of gray hair around his trucker cap and a muscular body gone soft in the middle.
Seth looked at Alicia Peters, the medium, and saw the strain in her face. Evan Malone, the third person at the séance table, squeezed Seth’s hand as a warning to wrap up the conversation.The ghost made himself heard because Alicia lent him enough energy to speak aloud. Seth knew that meant their time was short because she couldn’t sustain that for long.
“Who killed you?” Seth needed to hear his suspicion confirmed by the killer’s victim.
“Sterling Vernon,” the ghost spat, loathing clear in his expression. “I worked on the docks, and I saw what was inside one of his refrigerated shipping crates. There were body parts—not normal butchered cuts of meat. Except, they didn’t look like they came from people or farm animals. I swear they were monster meat.”
“And he killed you because of what you saw?”
“I didn’t know he was behind me. He said something witchy, my heart stopped, and I fell down, dead,” Rod replied. “I had a life. A family. That bastard took everything. I want revenge.”
Seth could sympathize. He had lost his parents and younger brother to one of Vernon’s fellow witches.
Rod’s body had been returned from Savannah to be buried in Charleston, making it possible for Alicia to contact his ghost. That was one of many reasons Seth and Evan had stopped in Charleston on their way to deal with the Savannah witch disciple.
“Is there anything else you can tell us about Vernon that would help us stop him?” Seth asked.
“He got regular shipments of cold crates like that, so if they all had monster meat, he must be doing something with it,” the ghost replied
“Do the crates still arrive on schedule?”
“Yeah. Nothing changed—except that I’m dead.”
“Alicia can help you pass over if you want to go,” Seth offered the irate spirit.
“Not until I’ve seen that son of a bitch get what’s coming to him,” Rod’s ghost snarled. “You need help nailing his ass to the wall? I’m your man.”
“Rest now,” Alicia said, and murmured an incantation to release the ghost, who winked out of sight.
She slumped and let go of their hands when the spirit departed. Seth moved to help Alicia lie on the divan while Evan fetched the sports drink and candy bar they had set out to help replenish her energy after the working.
Seth stood a few inches over six feet tall with dark blond hair, chocolate-brown eyes, and an athletic build. Evan, his partner, was just as tall, but he had chestnut hair and hazel eyes.
“We’ve had witch-disciples selling pharmaceuticals for supernatural creatures and warlocks trafficking shifters and psychics, but monster meat is a new one,” Seth said as he and Evan found chairs nearby.
“What do you think it’s for?” Evan asked. “Rituals? Spell components? Aphrodisiacs?”
“I don’t think I want to know—but we need to find out anyhow,” Seth replied. “Sterling Vernon’s one of the stranger disciples—and that’s saying something.” He paused and was quiet for a moment before Evan spoke.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Just thinking about Jesse,” Seth admitted. “Like always.”
A few years ago, Seth and his younger brother, Jesse, had camped out near a haunted bridge on a lark. They intended to spend the night doing silly videos for social media, drinking beer, and hanging out. A mysterious force attacked them, leaving Seth unconscious and killing Jesse. Then his parents died in a suspicious wreck, and the house burned, leaving Seth with a pickup truck, his parents’ fifth-wheeler, and the black Hayabusa motorcycle he had bought when he got out of the Army.
No one believed Seth that the causes were supernatural, but obsessive research led to the unlikely truth: Jesse had been a sacrifice for a dark witch in a ritual cycle going back over one hundred years.
“I’m still amazed that for a whole century, no one else noticed the pattern with the deaths,” Evan said.
“Cops are trained to look for human patterns, not supernatural ones,” Seth pointed out. “What doesn’t make sense, they ignore as impossible. And don’t forget—my parents never mentioned the deaths that happened in my own family. They never recognized the pattern, either.”
A century ago, a sheriff’s posse hunted and killed Rhyfel Gremory, a powerful warlock. His devoted witch-disciples stalked and murdered the sheriff and his deputies, and used spell work to create a bond to their dead master’s spirit, requiring the murder of the eldest male of each of the posse’s families. In Jesse’s case, the warlock accidentally chose the wrong brother, leaving Seth guilt-ridden as well as bent on revenge.
Seth set out to hunt down the Gremory’s disciples and stop the carnage, trying to save other families from the heartbreak he had known. He never expected to fall in love with the coven’s next intended victim—Evan. Together, they dispatched that warlock, started hunting the rest of Gremory’s coven together, and became partners in every way in the process.
Check out all the books in the Witchbane series:
Book 1 - Witchbane
Book 2 - Burn
Book 3 - Dark Rivers
Book 4 - Flame and Ash
Book 5 - Unholy
Book 6 - The Devil You Know
Book 7 - Signs and Wonders
Book 8 - Cursed
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Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more explosions.
All of the modern-day Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of friendships and connections becomes clear.
Morgan and Gail believe that paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics, shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic.
She's also a huge fan of the TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox)
He is also the very epitome of high-maintenance. Rude. Stroppy. Always aiming to unnerve people with his brazen words and attitude.
It makes me want to hold him tight and show him he doesn't need to put on an act. Not with me.
But he belongs to my boss. And when your boss is a mafia capo, that’s a line you do not cross.
My role is to guard Molly. Keep him safe. Stop him running away. Prevent anyone from knowing my boss has a boy.
I’m not supposed to crave him.
I’m just supposed to watch him. Day after day. Night after night.
Watch and never touch.
I'm his jailer.
He's my damnation.
Excerpt
Dinner at the Don’s house is an ordeal in elegance. Thirty guests, minimum. Crystal glasses. Heavy silverware. Tablecloths starched to within an inch of their lives. Every dish is served in silence by liveried staff. The conversation, meanwhile, is a performance. Layered with veiled insults, careful compliments, and too many toasts to “La Famiglia.”
I’ve never eaten so slowly in my life. I chew, I nod, I make the right small talk with the man beside me, a consigliere from Rome who keeps eyeing me like I’m a chess piece he didn’t plan for.
This is a promotion. I know that.
Being at this table means I’ve moved from the outer circle, to somewhere near the fire. Everyone here notices. Including me.
I wonder, not for the first time, what Riccardo did to piss his father off this badly. The Don doesn’t hand out invitations like this without a reason. And he doesn’t give second chances.
Dessert arrives. Something chocolate and tiny and French. I haven’t taken a bite when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I slip a hand under the table and glance at the screen.
Molly.
I press decline. My pulse quickens.
The phone buzzes again. Molly. Calling again.
“Do you need to take that?” the Don asks from the head of the table.
The conversation dies. Thirty heads turn toward me. I force a smirk and clear my throat.
“No, just my girl wanting attention.”
Laughter ripples down the table. Someone snorts. Another guest lifts his glass in mock salute.
“Then yes,” the Don says smoothly, swirling his wine. “You should take it.”
“Happy wife, happy life,” someone else chimes in.
More laughter.
I flash a grin I don’t feel and push back my chair. “Excuse me for a moment.”
I stride out of the room and into the hallway. The phone buzzes again, and I answer just as I reach the front door.
“This better be good.”
“Don’t be mad at me,” Molly slurs. There’s noise behind him, bass-heavy music, voices raised.
My chest tightens.
“Where are you?” I snap, already furious and terrified.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I was just gonna have a quick drink,” he says, voice dragging. “Be back before you. But you know how it is… just the one is never just the one.”
“Molly. Where are you?”
“I don’t know. I met these guys. They bought me drinks. Then they were like, ‘let’s check out this new bar’ and we all piled in an Uber.”
He hiccups. Giggles.
“Now they’re getting all handsy, which I don’t mind in exchange for free drinks, but Rick’s gonna be pissed and he might blame you…”
“You’re with these assholes now?”
“I’m in the girls’ loo.”
“Don’t move,” I bark. “Don’t you move a fucking inch until I get there.”
I hang up and run, not bothering to hide it. As I round the corner of the house, I pass a woman in a slinky black dress lighting a cigarette.
“Give the Don my apologies!” I shout, not slowing.
It’s a terrible idea. You don’t run out on the Don’s dinner. But I don’t care.
I unlock my car, leap in, and pull up the app I never told Molly I installed, the one that tracks his phone. His dot flickers in Soho.
I gun the engine. Peel out onto the road. The tires screech, and I don’t give a damn. I love this car.
But Molly needs me.
About the Author
Coffee, spicy books, and a profound disrespect for tomorrow (aka reading until four in the morning). My three favorite things.
I write the kind of stories that keep you up way too late, while squealing, kicking your feet, and falling hopelessly in love with your new book boyfriend (or two... I don’t judge).
Grab that triple-shot brown sugar shaken espresso. Trust me, we’re both going to need it.
My debut novel, He Should Be Mine, hits shelves in August 2025.
Let’s spread those pages.
Love,
Jessica Jackman.
Books to ruin your sleep schedule and raise your standards.
A captivating tale of love, fate, and the power of the unknown.
Blurb
In the heart of San Francisco, two strangers find themselves inexplicably connected in a moment that transcends time and space. As they navigate this unexplainable bond, they are drawn into a world of mystery and self-discovery that will change their lives forever.
Interview with the Tarot Reader weaves a captivating tale of love, fate, and the power of the unknown. Join Marie Cameron, a renowned tarot card reader, as she delves into the depths of the human soul and uncovers the secrets that lie within. With a blend of intrigue, romance, and spiritual insight, this novel will leave you questioning the boundaries of reality and the true nature of connection.
Interview with the Tarot Reader is a mesmerizing journey, where the answers you seek may be found in the most unexpected of places.
Excerpt
“Welcome, viewers. My name is Cole Hardigan with San Francisco at Night. We are delighted to have a special guest with us this evening, Tarot Card Reader Marie Cameron.
“Marie, thank you for being here.”
Marie smiled. “My pleasure.” She felt her heart flutter, nervous as she sometimes became at the beginning of an interview or mingling in the public eye.
“As many of you are aware, Marie is a well-respected tarot reader, lecturer, and writer here in the Bay area. And she is a celebrity in her own right, with more than thirty years’ experience reading tarot cards for the famous as well as the infamous, the ordinary as well as the quite extraordinary.
“Marie has just published her best-selling memoir, The Messages of Tarot: Keys to an Intentional Life, which details her years and the people she has met practicing her profession.
“So, let us begin.” He tuned to his subject. “Marie, several years ago you experienced what you describe in your book as the defining moment in your career, in which you helped two young adults come to an understanding of an event, an occurrence that is ‘not of this world.’ This event, this connection between the two individuals, is so rare, you say, that it is often not discussed.”
Marie: “That is correct.”
Cole: “We want to open up that world tonight. Can you explain for us just what it was that happened?”
Marie: “Yes, of course.” She folded her hands and began. “I had the good fortune of meeting two individuals of different races, ages, genders who met by chance on a San Francisco sidewalk and instantly connected or, more accurately, reconnected, experiencing a bonding between them that, as you described, is not of this world. This type of connection with another has been defined in tarot literature as of another realm, but of a connected realm that is the entirety of the universe.”
Cole: “But how does it occur, this so-called connection?”
Marie: “It is when time and motion stop. There are no decades, no centuries, no millennia. There is nothing that separates one period in time from another. People describe the first recognition of a connection as time standing still and a continuum of being. What was, is. And will be. What this connection brings is peace within oneself and with another beyond anything imaginable.”
Cole: “Can you talk about that a bit more? About the peace you mention?”
Marie: “My understanding is that it is a feeling of oneness, of knowing, and finally of understanding the universe. And oneself.”
Cole: “Some might say this is heading into woo-woo territory.”
Marie smiled. “The closest I can describe it is the sense of grace and peacefulness that occurs for some within their religion.”
Cole: “So tarot is religious then?”
Marie paused, having been asked this question many times. “Tarot is a pathway that may lead to understandings that certainly could be construed as spiritual and, yes, religious.”
Cole: “I see. Has tarot been that way for you?”
Marie hesitated again, the question personal. “I found answers within tarot that I did not find anywhere else. And that occurred because tarot helped me reframe and refine my own questions about life. It can help others do the same.
“For example, the question ‘Will I be rich?’ can be rephrased to ‘Will I find wealth in a way I had not anticipated.’ That question opens possibilities, redefining wealth as not just about money. For some individuals, monetary wealth is not an answer. It really shouldn’t be a question.”
Cole: “Thought provoking. Getting back to the two individuals, what did their so-called connection do for them?”
Marie: “It gave them an awareness of their place in time and to one another that will be unending and unbroken.”
Cole: “Did you believe, at first, that this connection had actually occurred?”
Marie: “I did.”
Cole: “How is it you came to be associated with them?”
About the Author
Kathy Kaye is a former writer and editor for the American Medical Association, Harvard Medical School, and Virginia Mason Medical Center in Seattle. She received a degree in English Literature from Illinois State University and completed a certificate in Wine Technology at South Seattle College’s Northwest Wine Academy. For many years she was co-owner of a small vineyard in eastern Washington State. She resides in Shoreline, Washington.
Kaye is currently writing two story series: the Warehouse Winery Mystery series, a police procedural, set in Woodinville, Washington, where, in real life, she sold winemakers the grapes she grew; and the Tarot Reader series. Interview with the Tarot Reader is book one of three in this series. Book two, The Tarot Connection, will be published in 2026.
