Persephone’s Raven by Mara Amberly ~ A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve Author Spotlight Interview



I always believed mythology to be stories from the past, but what if they’re prophecies… and now they’re coming true?

I didn’t want to take my little sister trick-or-treating on Halloween night, but I’m glad I did. 

I’m surprised to meet a handsome stranger with an otherworldly air in the shadows. At first he intimidates me, but when our paths cross again at a masquerade party, I have the chance to get to know him. I find him captivating, but I doubt his claims that his name is Hades—the name belonging to the Greek God of the Underworld. After all, what are the chances it’s his real name, God or not, when my name is Persephone—the same as Hades’ mythological queen?

What’s he going to say next? That he’s the real Greek God of the Underworld? That we’re destined to be together? It seems more likely he’s trying to win me over, and yet, I want to get to know him better. I’m drawn to him more than other men; the difference is like night and day.

I’ll give him a chance, but I don’t believe he’s the real Hades or that we have a special destiny. Of course, I’ve been known to be wrong.


“So what do I call you?” I asked him, wondering if I should be using ‘Your Majesty’ or a term of respect like that.

“I told you,” he said. “My name is Hades.”

“Then I will call you that,” I promised him.

The room was steeped in luxury, but his attention wasn’t on it; it was on me. In my normal, everyday life I might’ve questioned why, but in this land and in my dream, I merely took it as a compliment. We walked on through his castle, and when we reached another room, which seemed a more relaxed reception room, we sat down together at a wooden table. 

It wasn’t lost on me that the castle was exceptionally well-kept, with tapestries decorating its walls, ornate chandeliers, and many beautiful relics and paintings from all over the world. It made me wonder when he had gathered them, if he’d done so himself, but my instincts told me he had. I could sense his touch on everything in our surroundings, even the castle itself. It truly felt like his realm.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked me, as he leaned forward over the table, steepling his fingers beneath his chin. 

I shook my head, because it was hard to explain. “I’m just experiencing this—your castle, the world it’s in, Hades.” 

His name felt strange as I spoke it, as though it held more power here than in the mortal world. I finally understood then that speaking his name had meaning, and there were many who might not have dared to speak it at all.

“This is the underworld,” he told me, as he regarded me with interest.

“I know,” I answered softly. Prior to meeting him, it had merely been a concept, but now I knew it was real, and I was here for a time. I glanced out the window. It was stained glass, and patterned in blues and greens, but I could tell that the day was growing darker outside. It seemed night was swiftly approaching.

Where can readers find Persephone’s Raven?

Available exclusively in A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve: Limited Edition Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Reverse Harem Halloween Themed Collection

Grab Your Copy Today!

Available to read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

The veil is thin. Darkness calls. Will you answer?

Halloween curses plague the daring heroes and spunky heroines in this spirited collection of tales. A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve brings you 20+ stories stuffed with everything from dark gods to brooding shifters, delivering hours of decadent, pleasure-filled reading from bestselling and award winning urban fantasy and paranormal romance authors.

If you can’t get enough of those supernatural creatures—vampires, ghosts, witches, demons, and fae—this limited edition collection will alternately thrill you with the spicy and tempt you with the sweet. Delve into these worlds where the living haunt the dead and the undead tempt the breathing.

Answer the call, because this Halloween, not all the costumes are disguises.


Hello and welcome, readers! We have Mara Amberly here with us today. Mara, thanks for visiting us.
How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?
One of my majors was in journalism at university (and I later studied a Masters in editing and publishing), and it improved my writing quality and speed. Around fifteen years ago, I got into text-based online roleplaying games, including freeform and system games. I GM’d games over the years: mainly 7th Sea and Serenity, but also other games like Legend of the Five Rings and Stargate. I think that time spent GMing and playing in games built up and improved my fiction-writing skills. I wrote my first book in 2015, and my first novel in 2016.
Tell us about your title featured in: A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve
‘Persephone’s Raven’ is a clean paranormal romance story mainly set during Halloween. It tells the story of Persephone, a student who lives at home with her family. She had party plans, but they were canceled and she was asked to take her younger sister, Deanna, trick or treating. While they’re out, she learns that someone might have seen a ghost in the window of a deserted house up the street, and she and Deanna check it out. The events of the evening lead her to meet a man who calls himself Hades.  
How did you come up with the storyline?
I had the idea of writing a romantic story about a god and a human woman. I was originally going to make it a darker story than it is, but as it took form, it came out lighter. I had ideas in mind before I started, but I made it up as I went along. I’d best define myself as a plantser – kind of halfway between a planner and a pantser. I usually plot out a framework for longer stories and plan out early chapters in detail, but this was a shorter story at around 10k and I didn’t need to plan that much.
What inspires you to write?
I feel compelled to write and put stories out there. Ideas just come together in my head, but I’m very much a visual person, so I’ll usually create or buy a cover before I’ve even written a story. It’s part of the process for me. Sometimes images inspire me to write, but usually ideas do. I watch a lot of shows (mostly sci-fi) and the genre I’ve read most is epic fantasy. I feel like things I’ve really enjoyed inspire me to want to create things of my own that are (hopefully) equally epic. 
Tell us about your other books:
I’m currently focusing on my A Paradox of Time series, which is time travel sci-fi. It’s probably my favourite series to write so far. I’ve written books 1 and 2, I have the prequel novella to write next (in that series), and I have covers created and bought up as far as Book 4 already. I’m just planning to keep writing books in that series for as long as   I feel inspired to. 
I’m also planning a new sci-fi vigilante series called Shadowstar Vigilantes. I have the first book (Red Astrea) on pre-order now and I’ve bought the cover for the second book (Octavia Rising) already.   
I’m planning to write another book in my Sisters of Destiny series. It’s epic fantasy, and I currently have books 1 and 2 out. 
I have other book plans too, but I’m just going to focus on these ones for the time being, because you can’t write everything at once.
Where can readers find you? 
About the Author: 
Mara Amberly is an author of epic and urban fantasy, time travel and military science fiction, and roleplaying game content. She’s a trained journalist, editor and web developer, and she has experience working in the computer game industry in a support capacity.
She works as an author and graphic designer, and lives in Ireland with her husband. 

Get more Halloween themed stories like this in 

A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve Read for FREE in Kindle Unlimited

Their Dragon Mate by Elle Boon ~ A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve Author Spotlight Interview




She’s always taken the path less traveled. They’ve always
barreled through roadblocks. Can they find a way to be together without losing

Lula’s a Fierce Dragon… She’s given bits of
herself to others when she was sure she had no mate of her own, even knowing it
would cost her life at some point.

Atika and Abyle, Twins with A Purpose… They
lived to protect their clan, until their brother took over as alpha. Just as
they think they can relax, they meet their truemate. A feisty dragon female who
runs from them.

The Triad Bond… Their beast won’t be denied,
but finding their little dragon proves harder than they’d anticipated. However,
once they bond with her, there’s no denying the love they share. What they
didn’t foresee was a stranger from Lula’s past coming for her and her mother.

Will the trio have a chance at happily ever after, or will
the Dragon King who lost his greatest treasures demand back, or kill who stands
in his way?

Get ready for an exciting return of some of your favorite
characters in this stand-alone…sort of “wink” story. You just might hear from
the Fey Queen, the bad boy alpha Kellen, and what would a reunionish story be
without #dontlookdown aka Creed.


“Jenna, you realize I’m the alpha here, don’t you?”

“You realize you’re out-femaled here, don’t you?” Jenna

“Both of you, shut it before I set your asses on fire,” Lula
growled. “Goddess, I just sounded like a wolfie.”

“That’s unacceptable. Be like a bear. We rumble.” Atika slid
next to her, his nose tickling her ear.

“Beary, I will—” her words died in her throat as Abyle moved
in on her other side.

“Boys, the three of you won’t fit through the door…or you
will, my bad.” Jenna laughed.

“What the flying monkey asses did you do?” Kellen roared, and
this time the liquor bottles shattered.

“Kellen Motherfucking Styles, I’m not cleaning up that
mess,” Laikyn yelled.

“Wolfies, stop yelling. Aw, look at my little wolfie
babies.” Lula hurried over to the little prison Laikyn had her sons corralled
in. “What kind of thing is this, and what did they do to be put in confinement?
Surely they can get out for good behavior?”

Lyric, the little female she loved like a crazy sister,
laughed from behind her. “It’s called a playgate, only it’s been shifterfied.
You know, for shifter babes.”

“I’m assuming that is a good thing?” Lula bent down to pick
up a little boy in each arm. The sound of two bears moaning made her blush.

“Son-of-a-fucking-dragonlovingbear,” Abyle growled.

“Down, boys.” Jenna patted Abyle, her touch like a mother
soothing a child.

“Um, Jenna, my dragon don’t like you touching them.”

Power flooded the room moments before two men, each holding
a little girl, entered.

“For fucks sake. What did I say about that shit?” Kellen

“Temper temper, wolf.”

“Damien, didn’t I say to give me ten minutes?” Jenna asked.

“Your two crotch goblins wouldn’t wait.”

They all turned at the booming voice. Lula grinned, loving
the batshit crazy male, son of Satan and an angel.

“Creed, you probably shouldn’t refer to these two little
angels as crotch goblins.”

Creed pointed at Jenna. “That’s what she calls them.”

Jenna had a finger over her lips making a zipping motion. “I
mean, they kinda gobbled their way out of my vajayjay, and they gobble
everything they get their mouths on. Goddess, don’t glare at me with such censure
on your faces or no fucky fucky for you two.”

“Please make her stop talking, Damien, or you, Lucas.
Surely, one of you tops her,” Kellen growled while Jenna laughed.

“Keep on chuckling, but you’re leaking, so who gets the last
laugh?” Creed folded his arms with a nod.

“Dammit. See, what you’ve done? You brought them, and my
boobs wake up.” She stomped over, grabbing one of the little girls with a snarl,
smiling down at the baby.

“You’re not gonna whip a boob out and feed them here are
you?” Xan asked.

“Enough,” Lula roared. “This is not a circus show. Jenna,
take your babies and your boobs, and I don’t mean your mates, though they can
be boobs too, home to feed. Kellen, I’ll need the use of your office for only a
moment then I’ll take my err, mates to be, maybe, off somewhere else. Everyone
who is not a bear and or a dragon, exit the office. And that means everyone who
is not Lula, Atika or Abyle, get the fuck out of here. Now, please.” She tacked
the last bit on, so she didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.

“Damn, our little dragon grew some balls. I like it.” Laikyn
said. She and Lyric high-fived each other as they turned from the entryway.

“Yeah, well, don’t take any notes from her. You can’t shift
into a huge-ass dragon and burn a forest down,” Kellen muttered before scooping
up his boys.

Where can readers find Their Dragon Mate?

Available exclusively in A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve: Limited Edition Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Reverse Harem Halloween Themed Collection

Grab Your Copy Today!

Available to read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

The veil is thin. Darkness calls. Will you answer?

Halloween curses plague the daring heroes and spunky heroines in this spirited collection of tales. A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve brings you 20+ stories stuffed with everything from dark gods to brooding shifters, delivering hours of decadent, pleasure-filled reading from bestselling and award winning urban fantasy and paranormal romance authors.

If you can’t get enough of those supernatural creatures—vampires, ghosts, witches, demons, and fae—this limited edition collection will alternately thrill you with the spicy and tempt you with the sweet. Delve into these worlds where the living haunt the dead and the undead tempt the breathing.

Answer the call, because this Halloween, not all the costumes are disguises.



 Hello and welcome, readers! We have Elle Boon here with
us today. Elle, thanks for visiting us.

How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing? 

Hi, and thank you so much for having me here. I’ve been writing for just over five years, or rather published for five years. In all actuality, I’ve only been writing for a little over six years though, which might seem crazy, but it’s true.


Tell us about your title featured in A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve: 

A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve: Their Dragon Mate is the story of my crazy dragon Lula who if you’re a reader of mine, you’ve met throughout my Iron Wolves and my Mystic Wolves series. She’s kinda popped in as a little side character who has helped the other characters out of situations. She’s always kinda been this larger than life, funny heroine who had wanted to write a story about but hadn’t found the right time to do so. About a year ago I was writing a story with a bear and one of my Mystic Wolves girls and Lula popped in and did a little thing (she’s a huge pink dragon and thought she’d never find a mate since she and her mama had been exiled from their realm before Lula had been born) so she gives little bits of herself to save her friends. Well, as she helps the latest heroine, she come face-to-face with not one, but two bears who set her world a spinning. I had no clue that was coming because I’m a punster when I write. So, I sat back and thought, holy shite, how am I gonna write a menage for Lula? Well, I sort of thought I’d do a chapter a month in my newsletter, but then life interrupted and then bam, this anthology came, and Their Dragon Mate flowed.

Lula and her guys are so perfect because she’s a pink dragon she needed more than your average shifter, she needed two bears who were also more than just grizzly bears. Of course, I’ll let you read to find out exactly what I’m talking about, but trust me, I made them…extra “wink.


How did you come up with the storyline? 

The story started when I finished writing Atlas’s Forbidden Mate in my Mystic Wolves series. However, I wrote this one as a stand-alone so that new to me readers wouldn’t feel as though they were lost.


What inspires you to write? 

I find inspiration in just about everything around me. For instance, my girlfriend’s dad who has passed away was a very funny and unique man. One day while we were parked next to one another waiting for our kids to get out of school I rolled down my window to chat with him as he sat in her van and heard him say “Tammy, this van is gotdamn offensive to my nose.” I took that little bit of conversation and put it in a story. I take ordinary things or parts of conversations, twist them, turn them, and make them more.


Tell us about your other books: 

I have over 40 other titles ranging from shifters, gods and goddesses, badass MC alphas, Navy SEALs, and contemporary. I love them all because they are all at the heart romance with the story revolving around the H/H. I always seem to have a conflict outside of the romance instead of the H/H. So, not like one of the soap opera novels LOL and you are always guaranteed a happily ever after with each one of my stories, never a cliffy or serial. And while I strive to write each title as a stand-alone, I do think once you are on say book 6 or 7 in a series, you will find they read better in order LOL.

My first book in most of my series are either FREE or set at $.99 so that readers can try one of my stories and see if they like my work and hopefully fall in love with my worlds. I do also tend to cross my paranormal people over into each other’s worlds, because I can LOL. But again, you can totally read the Iron Wolves without having to read the Mystic first and vice versa.


Where can readers find you? 

Connect with Elle online. She loves to hear from you:

About the Author: 

Elle Boon is a reader first and foremost…and of course if you know her, she’s the crazy lady with purple hair. She’s also a USA Today Bestselling Author who lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband and Kally Kay, her black lab who also thinks she’s her writing partner. (She happens to sit next to her begging for treats and so takes a lot of credit). She has two amazing kids, Jazz and Goob, and is a MiMi to one adorable little nugget named Romy or RomyGirl (greatest job EVER) who has totally won over everyone who sees hers (If anyone says a hair bow is too big, they’re crazy). She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs (I mean lots of F-BOMBS, but who is keeping track?).

She loves where this new journey has taken her and has no plans on stopping. She writes what she loves to read, and that’s romance, whether it’s about Navy SEALs, HOT as F**K MC heroes, or paranormal alphas. #dontlookdown is a thing you will need to google. “Wink” With all her stories, you’re guaranteed a happily ever after, no matter what twisted thing her mind has come up with. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she has. She loves creating new worlds and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever after and can guarantee you will always get one within the pages of her books.

Get more Halloween themed stories like this in 

A Cursed All Hallows’ Eve Read for FREE in Kindle Unlimited

Bethany Adams- Author Interview

Blond girl dressed in dress walk in a magic forest

I’m excited to have Bethany Adams as a guest on my blog. Her latest release Sundrered, book two in the Return of the Elves series just came out a few weeks ago. Today her book Soulbound is released as an audiobook.
Its available from:

Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Audible  and Downpour


This is the intro blurb I would read from an index card if I were sitting at a desk on a televised talk show:
Ever since finding a copy of The Hero and the Crown in her elementary school library, Bethany has loved fantasy. After subjecting her friends to stories scrawled in notebooks during study breaks all through high school, she decided to pursue an English degree at Middle Tennessee State University. When not writing or wrangling her two small children, Bethany enjoys reading, photography, and video games.

When did you decide you wanted to be a writer?

I’m not sure there was ever really a decision. I started writing stories when I was a kid and never really stopped for wrong. I did consider other things when I was in college, but writing was always there. It took me until my thirties to get serious about a career in writing, though.

What’s your hidden party trick most people don’t know about?

Inappropriate jokes? I’m fairly quiet, and I keep my off-color sense of humor to myself until I really know people. So when I break out with a raunchy joke, it surprises the heck out of people.

What’s worse? Stepping in something wet after putting on clean dry socks or a noisy cricket outside your window when you need to sleep?

Noisy cricket. I can change socks, but don’t mess with my sleep!

Your books are fantasy-romance, which genre really pulled you into wanting to write the fantasy or the romance?

I’ve always had a deep love of both. I grew up reading Robin McKinley and Mercedes Lackey. Then as a teen, I started picking up romance novels, too. I’ve tried to just write one or the other, but I can’t seem to help it—they blend. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten past a page or two without mixing the two.

Soulbound and Sundered are the first two in the Return of the Elves series. How many books do you have planned?

Heh. That’s a good question. I’m writing a short story (which might sneak itself into a novella) that happens just after Sundered. After that, Book 3 will tie up the story arc with the main villain. But I also have stories in mind for Lynia and Lial, Selia, Naomh and/or Caolte, and a new character popping up in Book 3. I guess we’ll have to see!

When can we expect to see the next one?

I’m hoping to release the maybe-novella in February. It’ll also have a couple of bonus short stories unrelated to The Return of the Elves. Book 3 is a little more tentative. I’d love to have it out in May, but it depends on how smoothly the writing process goes.

Can you give us a twitter-length over view of each book? 

Soulbound: Arlyn wanted to meet her elven father, not spark the plot to kill him.

Sundered: Poisoned energy is flooding into the realms of the fae, causing sickness, and Lyr must rush to find the source of the threat.

What has been the most euphoric experience in publishing your novels? 

It is absolutely when someone tells me they love my book. Hands down. That anyone would take the time out of their day just to message or email me about my book…it’s such an honor.

As a self-published author what has been the most difficult obstacle to overcome?

The learning curve. There’s a great deal that goes into publishing a book, although it sounds like it should be simple. Most people know that you need an editor and a cover. But then there’s formatting (for ebook and print, which aren’t the same), deciding how you want to publish, entering your information into a million publishing platforms, buying ISBNs, advertising… It all falls to the author. I’m still learning to juggle it all in a lot of ways.

How do your stories come to you?

It’s character first. Always. Scenes just pop into my head, and it’s usually the character in the middle of doing something intense. Of course, sometimes the meanies pop in and then leave before I can get a full story. That doesn’t usually happen, though.

Do your characters become more real the further you get into writing the stories?

I suppose so. For me, it’s like getting to know a real person. As more of their story comes clear, I learn more about them. I didn’t know why Lial, the healer in both books, is so cranky until the third draft of Soulbound. It’s a strange sensation having something from your own brain surprise you.

You’ve provided us with a sampling from Sundered, do you need to set up this scene?

Lyr’s life is pretty messed up at this point. He’s dealing with a great deal after his failures at the end of the first book, and now more problems are popping up. And now he has another surprise in store. :)


pendant teasersm

Excerpt from Sundered:

Lyr strode down his favorite path through the woods, his footsteps guided more by habit than intent.

It was beyond foolish to take his daily walk with another assassin on the loose. At the least, he shouldn’t have ducked the bodyguards who trailed him every time he left the estate—the same three who’d been unable to detect or deflect the danger just hours before. But for the moment, Lyr didn’t care, a thought that crept in more every day. Maybe if he walked fast enough, he could outmaneuver his frustration and discontent.

His hands curled into fists at the helpless feeling that washed through him, the same sick emotion that had plagued him for nearly thirty years. He kept telling himself that it would pass. After five hundred and forty-nine years of life, he knew that all things shifted and changed, even among the slow-paced elves. Yet here he was, his father’s murder still unsolved, the person behind their recent troubles unknown, and his soulbonded forever lost to the world. Despite his training and his power, he could fix nothing.

And now he had to worry about the Neorans.

Lyr was halfway to the portal when the alarm set into the estate shielding resounded through his mind. Muscles tensing, he paused to examine the spell. Five people had come through the gate unauthorized, and not guided by someone connected to Braelyn. The guides who escorted travelers possessed medallions to let their charges through, so it had to be a true incursion.

He only wore his boot knife, but time was more of the essence than his safety. Clechtan, but he was a warrior in his prime. These were his lands, and he knew them better than any intruder could. He didn’t need bodyguards with him just to check the gate. It would only take a few moments to creep close, and the land guards shouldn’t be too far away.

Lyr brought his own personal shields to their highest state and darted off the trail. The forest here had minimal undergrowth, much of the excess cleared to prevent fire, so remaining undetected would take some caution. Still, he knew the best routes. He wove through the trees as he flung his senses wide, but he detected only the intruders and the guards perched in the trees surrounding the portal area. The Tayianeln were taking no chances after their previous failures and had rushed extra guards to the portal. Though they awaited his command, they would not be caught unprepared again.

Lyr slipped behind a log bench designed to look like a natural part of the forest. It was the largest and most distant of the three scattered around the clearing near the portal, perfect for crouching behind. Unsure if the interlopers would have the kind of magic capable of detecting him, he sent out several false energy signatures around the edges of the clearing. Finally satisfied, he looked up to examine the newcomers.

Four females and a male. An older elf in long robes stood closest to his hiding place, and the two females nearest her seemed to be servants of some kind. His gaze moved to the flame-haired male, and Lyr’s breath caught. Power swirled around the newcomer, but it was unlike anything Lyr had seen before. Not quite like Eradisel, but…

Ralan’s voice broke into his mind without warning or apology. “Do not attack, and stay wary of the male. He is not what he seems.”

Lyr’s eyes narrowed on the group. The elder’s white robes were richly embroidered. More elaborate than the others in her group. And although the male’s power was undeniable, none of them were armed beyond ceremonial knives. More diplomats? There was one more who could have been some type of guide. She stood apart from the others, and tension hitched her delicate shoulders so high he could see it from across the clearing.

The older one barked a single word Lyr didn’t recognize, and the slender woman pivoted, her long robes swirling around her ankles. The cloth was of good quality, but the robes were simpler than the elder’s and cinched by a leather belt. She took a step forward, and a pendant on a thin chain glinted between her breasts. Was the amulet mere decoration, or was it some kind of weapon?

Perhaps he’d been reckless to leave the estate without his sword after all. Lyr eased forward, his focus on the metallic glimmer. She shifted again, falling into shadow, and the source of the flash came clear. A large crystal encased in silver mesh. If this female was an assassin, he’d eat moss off the back of the bench.

Then she spoke, and his attention darted back to her face. Though she hadn’t noticed him, he fell into her light blue eyes. A shudder went through his whole body.

They had never met, but he knew her.

Lyr’s hands gripped the bark of the log bench until lichen crumbled beneath his fingers. It was not possible. Aimee had died four Earth years before, and his daughter had witnessed it. Arlyn wouldn’t have mistaken her own mother’s death. Besides, the woman before him had pale blond hair, so unlike the vibrant red Arlyn had inherited from her mother. He could see that they weren’t the same with his own eyes, yet he could feel the connection between their souls.

It matched the one he’d shared but never completed with Aimee. As much as this stranger’s energy differed, her spirit was the same.

This woman was his aenac—his soulbonded.


He had never heard of an elf finding another soulbonded after losing the first. Since the souls of bonded pairs connected, the death of one would take a bit of the person left behind, leaving a piece that could never reconnect. Still, his soul sang for the female across the clearing. No matter how much he tried to deny it.

Suddenly, he understood how Kai had panicked and given Arlyn the binding necklace on their first meeting. Lyr wanted to run forward and do the same before he lost yet another soulbonded, and it took all his willpower to resist. Even if the entire group was set to kill him, they were not walking back through the portal. Not until he’d spoken to her.

With a mental command to the Tayianeln hiding above him in the trees, Lyr prepared to reveal his presence. Feeling Kai’s approach, he established a quick connection between them. “Do not attack. Stand down and let me handle this. One of these women feels like Aimee.”



Go check Bethany out online, follow her on all the social media links, tell your friends!

Main website:

Amazon Author page:








WIP-It Wednesday: Alantu

I’m trying something new. I’m going to post unedited RAW, straight from whatever project I happen to be typing away on. I have no idea if or when these words will see the light of day. They could be edited away, they could be ditched, who knows.


“Enough!” Xernes bellowed. “I don’t have time to for you to squabble on an acceptable tribunal.” He thrust his arm forward, fingers extended. “Let the djinn tell us the truth.”

The markings on his arm left his skin in a sudden swift jump. They hovered in the air for a brief moment before the shapes melted into grey-blue smoke. The smoke rolled from Xernes’s  fingertips growing thicker and denser, but never fully forming into a solid shape.

The cloud wrapped around Lilly in a caress, twining around her ankles then wrapping up her torso like a feline seeking attention.