After tossing out that letter,
that’s when all the bad luck started. Not just for Mary Anne, but for all the
girls in the BSC. Oh no!
The girls were doomed unless
they could figure out how to break the curse. The question was: who sent the
letter and why? Off to learn about witch craft!
Loved the art work and the
humor! What a scary Halloween night! A fun and delightful mystery for the BSC!
Rating:
5 stars
This graphic novel is all about
tryouts and making the team. Who will make it and who won’t?
One of the twins helps a friend
practice his basketball skills while the other tries to sabotage a fellow
student’s chances of making the cheerleading squad.
Book had good illustrations as
always, but some of the text was too small to read. Fortunately, the images
tell the story well. Of course, the competition causes tension among the twins.
Good expressions and good drama.
This story goes to show what you
can accomplish when you put your mind to it. A good read!
Rating:
4 stars
When a struggling single mom and her adorable toddler get
snowed in with a grumpy wolf shifter, Christmas magic starts working overtime.
Fur, Fangs, &
Mistletoe
Christmas Cove Book 1
by Jessica Coulter Smith
Genre: Paranormal Holiday Romance
Escape to Christmas Cove, a cozy small town where magic,
shifters, and holiday romance collide.
After a painful breakup, Riley is ready for a fresh start in
Christmas Cove. All she wants is a peaceful life for herself and her
two-year-old daughter, Sabrina. Love isn’t on her holiday wish list. When she’s
stuck in a blizzard, help arrives in the form of Alex Conors -- a protective,
brooding werewolf.
Snowed in with a grumpy shifter and a crackling fire, Riley
begins to see the gentle heart behind Alex’s fierce exterior… and Alex finds
himself falling for the brave single mom who awakens something he thought he
lost long ago.
Hot cocoa and toddler giggles turn strangers into something
more. But when Riley’s past resurfaces and threatens the safety she’s found,
Alex will have to prove that loyalty, love -- and pack -- are forever.
A warm, emotional holiday romance filled with shifter
charm, second chances, and the magic of Christmas. Ideal for fans of protective
alphas, found family, and heartfelt happily-ever-afters.
🏠 Small-town charm &
found family
🐺
Grumpy wolf + sunshine single mom
👩👧
Adorable toddler moments
🎁
Snowed-in & forced proximity
💕
Fated mates and holiday magic
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The sedan’s engine rattled -- a sound Riley had learned to
distinguish from its other mechanical complaints over the past three states.
This particular rattle meant she’d make it another fifty miles, maybe more if
she kept her speed steady. Her knuckles had gone white on the steering wheel
somewhere around the state line, and she couldn’t remember now how to relax
them. The GPS showed their arrival in Christmas Cove, and Riley’s shoulders
tensed further, an automatic response to any declaration of reaching a
destination.
Dusk had settled over the town. Main Street stretched before
her, lined with Victorian storefronts that belonged in a Thomas Kincade
painting. White lights twisted around lampposts, and wreaths hung at precise
intervals, each decorated with the same combination of pine cones and red
ribbon. Fresh snow dusted the sidewalks in a way that seemed too perfect, too
deliberate. Riley checked her rearview mirror again -- the same compulsive
glance she’d made every thirty seconds for the past six hours. Empty road. No
one following. No one cared where she went.
She drove slowly past the Sugar Moon Café, noting its warm
glow and the silhouettes of people inside. Past a bookstore with a display of
holiday romances in the window. Past a hardware store already closed for the
evening, its owner probably home with family, sitting down to dinner, living a
normal life. The thought made something twist in Riley’s chest, but she pushed it
down. Normal was a luxury she couldn’t afford to want.
The residential streets branched off from downtown. Riley
followed the GPS directions, checking the crumpled paper in her cup holder
against the street signs and the directions from the GPS. One too many times,
it had taken her the wrong way. Oak Street. Maple Avenue. Someone had named
these roads with an almost nauseating wholesomeness, as if determined to prove
the town’s charm. She turned onto Pine Ridge Road, where the houses grew
sparser and the forest pressed closer to the road.
A small sound from the backseat made Riley’s gaze dart to
the mirror. Sabrina stirred in her car seat, her head rolling to the side as
she woke from the nap that had mercifully consumed the last hour of driving.
Riley watched her daughter’s eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness and
the strange lights outside.
“Mama?” Sabrina’s voice carried that quality of toddler
confusion. Not quite upset, but teetering on the edge of it.
“We’re here, sweetie.” Riley forced warmth into her voice,
though her jaw ached from clenching. “Look at all the pretty lights.”
Sabrina pressed her mittened hands against the window,
leaving tiny smudges on the glass. “Lights!” She bounced in her seat as much as
the straps would allow. “Pretty, Mama! Pretty!”
“Very pretty.” Riley’s smile felt tight on her face. She
wanted to share her daughter’s uncomplicated joy, but she kept scanning the
streets, cataloging escape routes, noting which houses had lights on and which
sat dark. Old habits. Necessary habits.
The GPS announced their final turn, and Riley’s breath
caught. The cottage stood at the end of a short gravel drive, a small structure
someone’s grandfather had most likely built and barely maintained enough to
keep standing. A single porch light illuminated the front door, and beyond it,
the forest loomed.
Riley pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. The
sudden silence felt heavy, broken only by Sabrina’s humming as she kicked her
feet against her car seat. Riley sat motionless, her hands still gripping the
wheel, and studied their new home.
The cottage was smaller than the photos had suggested.
Single-story, with a chimney that leaned slightly to the left. The windows were
dark, revealing nothing of the interior. Snow had drifted against the front
steps, undisturbed except for what looked like animal tracks, probably a deer
or raccoon. The porch railing needed paint, and one shutter hung at an angle.
But for now the house was theirs. For six months, at least, with
the first month paid in advance with money Riley had saved from extra shifts
and skipped meals. Six months to figure out what came next. After that, she’d
have to either renew the lease, or move on to another town.
“Out, Mama!” Sabrina had moved past patient and into
demanding. “Out now!”
“Just a minute, baby.”
Riley scanned the neighboring properties. The nearest house
sat quite a distance down the road, its windows dark. On the other side,
nothing but forest. The isolation should have comforted her. Fewer people meant
fewer questions, fewer chances of being found. But instead, it made her
hyperaware of how alone they were. No witnesses if something went wrong. No one
to hear them scream.
She shook her head, dislodging the thought. Nothing was
going to go wrong. This was a fresh start in a quiet town where nobody knew her
name or her history. Where Sabrina could grow up without her mother constantly
looking over her shoulder.
Jessica Coulter Smith is an acclaimed romance writer with a
passion for storytelling. Her works showcase the power of love and its ability
to transcend boundaries, capturing the hearts of audiences worldwide. With a
unique writing style and perspective, Jessica continues to inspire and
entertain readers from all walks of life.
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Sometimes, nothing but the death of your father will do
Dragonsong
by Michael Forester
Genre: Epic Fantasy Adventure
Rebekah,
noblewoman of Albion, has been driven to madness by the murder of her lover
Vidar. In her torment she bargains with the Prince of Demons to turn her into a
dragon. Thus transformed, she seeks to take revenge upon her father, Merlin,
whom she is fooled into believing is responsible for Vidar’s death. To save the
world from the ravages of Dragonsong, Merlin is forced to banish his beloved
daughter to hell, regardless of the consequences for him personally.
Behind
the subterfuge stands Oberon, Captain-King of Elves. He does not foresee the
devastation his jealousy and unrequited love for Rebekah will unleash upon Gaia
when he frees her from Merlin’s spell and summons her from hell to support his
war against Albion.
To save
Gaia a second, Merlin is forced to travel back in time to prepare a warrior
capable of overcoming the dragon through the power of the Sleep Stone. But he
does not foresee the bond that will develop between the dragon and his own
assistant, the Seer, Michael of Albion. If Lady Attie and Michael prove unable
to return the Sleep Stone to the mouth of Hell in time, the Demon Army will be
swarm out of Hell and overrun Gaia.
Time.
Time is the key. Time is the only solution to Gaia’s destiny – but only if the
gods of Asgard can find a way to stop it.
What readers
are saying:
“On a par with the epic of Beowulf, this modern day
classic never ceases to amaze. Gripping, thrilling, twisting and turning, the
plot of this epic piece of verse (an achievement unrivalled in the 20 the
century, I'd say), will have you gripped from start to finish. Don't just dream
of dragons and elves, Kings and Warriors, heaven and hell: read about them and
allow the mythology to soak deep into the fibre of your being! You, and your
deepest soul, will be thrilled.” -Rod Boothroyd
Absolutely beautiful book I loved this book. It is a tale of wizards,
demons, dragons, elves, love and treachery set around the Arthurian court but
written in rhyme. I have not read any poetic literature for over 40 years since
studying Beowulf and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight at university so this book
intrigued me. I am full of admiration for anyone who can write beautiful poetry
but when they can also tell a story at the same time I find that quite
remarkable. It is about the battle between elves and men, love stories ending
tragically and deceit and treachery. I would urge people to read this even if
they haven’t read poetry in a long time, I just found it so beautiful and the
story will entrance you. The last lines as written by the Scribe are “Or wilt
thou, reader, now persuade me once again to take my pen And make another story
come to be? All I can say is that I really hope so! - A 5 Star ***** Review By
Breakaway Reviewers
Michael Forester is a deafened author who lives between the
New Forest and the sea. He is a full time author and public speaker, travelling
both in the UK and internationally, speaking inspirationally and signing his
books for readers in locations as far apart as the UK, Thailand, Cambodia and
the Philippines. He is the author of ten published books to date, on subjects
as diverse as business strategy, spiritual inspiration and epic fantasy poetry.
Michael’s own journey has taken him from early years in
academia into middle years in management training and Neuro Linguistic
Programming. It has taken him from normal hearing to near-profound deafness and
the life-changing arrival of a hearing dog, Matt. It has taken him through a
miraculously survived suicide attempt in 2002, into a spiritual awakening.
He has travelled to over forty countries, from the Amazon
Rainforest, encountering ecological devastation, to South Africa, experiencing
post-Apartheid forgiveness; from a personal pilgrimage in search of the singing
bowls of Nepal, to a first-hand examination of the darker side of economic
modernisation in the Philippines, besides many other destinations.
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