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Blurb:

The Amazon Rainforest holds more secrets than meets the eye.

When folklore meets reality the only outcome can be devastating and confusion.

Or can it?

Edeli is a curious and independent young woman. One who wants nothing more than to be set free in order to discover all that life has to offer.

Zavier, an Encantado demon, prince to his kind and transcendentally beguiling. He is a beautiful and enchanting creature, yet at his core, a hellion.

Discover if love can identify the essence of the heart apart from the chassis in which it is embodied in this short story spin off of the Fate’s Endeavor Series by C. Desert Rose.

Take an enigmatic and mesmerizing trip For Love and Enchantment.

The Fate's Endeavor Series, surpassing the emotional fabric of angels and demons and delving into the delicate threads which infuse Fate's tapestry.

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But wait! That's not it! How about you take a moment to look at this Teaser Trailer of "Demoness Enchanted: Fate's Endeavor Series Part 2".

"... and we" by Adonis Mann Book Release

Author Adonis Mann is know as the syncopation of ravishing intensity, because of his ability to convey a story in a way that is both profound and sensual.

Early 2015, his story "... and we" was featured in "Concordant Vibrancy: Unity, An All Authors Anthology". Later on he released a short story titled "Let's Play on Valentine's Day" which was a creative twist of mind games with a sensual connotation. It is a free offering on Smashwords.

Just last month, on July 14th, 2015, another one of Adonis' short stories was featured in an All Authors Anthology. It was called "Mystical Nights", and it was included in "Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book One".

Today, All Authors is happy to bring you yet another free offering by Mr. Adonis Mann. The story that started it all and dubbed this amazing talent "The Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity".

Today, we present you with...

"... and we"

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Blurb:

Fierce decadence, blissful apex and euphoric ecstasy, all melded together in the whimsical melody that is us ... that is we! And we, delight in every second.

It is said that two is a crowd, and three is a party. In Ronan's case, three is nirvana.

Come take a trip down the sensual and sexual escapades of Ronan and his companions. "... and we" a short story of monumental impact.

Author C. Desert Rose is happy to bring you "If Death Should Love Me; Fate's Endeavor Series Book 1" absolutely FREE for the first and last time this year.

For a limited time only you can get If Death Should Love Me for FREE on Kindle.

Here are some reasons why you should run, right now, and get your free copy of If Death Should Love Me by C. Desert Rose.

1. You may have gotten a Kindle for Christmas. Why not fill it up?
2. Reviewers have fallen in love with If Death Should Love Me.
3. IT IS FREE!!!

What more must be said?

Here is what readers are saying...

"Can a love story come from death to the living or from the living to death? You'll have to find out... As a paranormal romance series, I would recommend this one." A. Lopez Jr, Goodreads.


"If Death Should Love Me is a wonderfully written paranormal romance that offers a mixture of love, humor, and adventure." Carol Cassada, Goodreads.


"... I must say this book is WONDERFUL!!!!! I love it! I am currently reading it a 2nd time. You will not regret reading this book." Drandie Dodson, Goodreads.

If Death Should Love Me

Fate's Endeavor Series

Book One

Excerpt

Copyright C. Desert Rose & AAPH

Comoros, Africa

197 A.D.

I was eighteen. A man in both body and mind. No longer was I the boy that wished to prove himself a man. There was no doubting it—everyone knew the man I had become. My wife, family and friends were proud of the person I now was.

Everyone knew, as did I, that as the first born son I would be the inheritor of my father's reign. Unless of course, something should happen to me.

Now, in being a husband and a prince, I was of the right mind to have many sons. This was, after all, the way of my people.

I was hunting, readying my wife, soon to be born child and myself for the winter that was quickly approaching. From afar I heard my sister's voice calling me. “Amari! Amari! Come... come quick! It is time!”

The thought came that I must have lost track of time, I had not realized that I had been away so long. That morning Sulika mentioning that she felt some discomfort. When I asked her if she would be alright, she assured me that she was fine, that there was nothing to worry about as she still had another two weeks before her child baring day. So clenching my teeth, I went ahead and left to hunt, deciding against my better judgment.

And yet, here was my little sister, gravely calling for me to return.

There was no denying it, the time had come. I would be a father. Today.

Running fast through the jungle, making certain that I would not miss the big event, I practically flew through it. All of the women gathered together in Sulika's birthing hut call out to me, urging me to hurry. Sulika had been calling for me. It was not customary that a man enter the birthing hut, but this time the women made an exception as I was being insistently requested by my wife.

Sulika's mother came to me, “Amari. Please, hurry. She has been calling for you.”

Sulika?” I called softly, she heard me and looked over in my direction. Her skin so very pale—a thin blanket of snow upon rich chocolate skin, it was. Completely flushed of color. Her lips were dry and cracked.

She saw me and reached to me, “Amari,” she spoke, so softly, so void of strength, that I barely made out what she had said. “Come.”

Closing the distance between us, I sat at her side and took her hand in mine. Then grabbed a rag that was beside me and wiped her head. “I'm here now. Fear not.”

She smiled a very weak, fragile grin, “Yes. Thank you.” This birthing was indeed taking a toll on her.

“No worries love, soon it will all be over and you will be holding our baby in your arms in no time at all,” I smiled at her and continued chatting, hoping inwardly that it was making her feel better. “It will be a boy. Strong, like his father. His mother's eyes. We will walk around the entire village displaying his greatness. Everything will be over before you know it.”

A contraction. She squeezed my hand with whatever strength she still contained. She moaned and whimpered. My heart broke for her. With my other hand, I rubbed her back, “I am here, love. I am right here.” She breathed, trying to ease the pain. Still it was of no use because she had no strength. No fight was left in her. So once again I commenced my babbling, hoping that to a certain extent it would help her feel better—even if just the slightest bit. “When he grows, I will make sure that he becomes the tribe's best hunter. And, he will be the tribe's strongest man,”

She looked at me with hopeless eyes. “What if it is a girl?”

“Well if it is a girl, she will look and be everything like her mother. Nothing like her father. I would not want to ruin a perfectly good thing.”

Another contraction. She tensed. I could feel the pain that ran through her also run through me. I wished and prayed to all the tribal gods that they would help me ease her pain somehow.

My mother pulled me aside for just a moment. “Amari, she is not well. We are doing everything we can. But, her labor is not normal. The child is breached. She is losing too much blood.”

My hands began to shake, I was irrecoverably unnerved. “What is going to happen, Mama?”

“I do not know my son. We are doing all that we can. I hope the gods help her through this.”

For a long time, I did not leave her side, not letting her hand go for a second. I could feel the life drain from her with every breath. I worried deeply for her and my unborn child.

After several hours of agony and pain, it was time.

All the women scurried around her, cheering her on as best as they could. Some ran about trying to collect cloths, others gathered hot water, some had tools in their hands. And Sulika, was weakened— flimsy and lifeless. I panicked. They were screaming, yelling, fussing about.

All of it seemed like a blur. My eyes were fixed on my wife, observing that she was even paler now,  than just a little while ago. I bent over her. If it was a reflex of protection or desperation, I do not know. I needed to collect my emotions. Then I kissed my wife's forehead and whispered into her ears. “Everything is going to be alright.”

“No... it is not.” was her reply, and her words seeped out of her lips like soft, supple smoke from a dimming candle. Barely audible, barely there.

“Push, Sulika, push!” Someone demanded. She used whatever strength she had and pushed. This went on for just a few minutes. At one given moment she pushed with all her might. Then, I heard my wife take a long aching breath, and breathed no more.

My heart dropped to my stomach.

I looked at her, staring, hoping that what I had just seen was in my own imagination. I heard more commotion. The women were running amuck. They began to yell and scream to each other.

Everything turned into slow motion. Muffled voices, screams and cries. Yet my eyes were fixed on my wife.

For a split second I looked down at the child. A girl. She was right, but the babe was lifeless as well. She flopped like a wet rag in the arms of my mother-in-law.

Just like that, it was all over. My wife and my child were gone. I had lost everything that meant anything to me in a matter of a day. I was broken. Destroyed.

I named the child Alala, meaning like a dream—for that was all that she had been. A dream...

We buried them together, the tomb read; “My FIRST and ONLY wife, Sulika and our little angel Alala. You will never be forgotten.”

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Unbind by Sarah Michelle Lynch

Welcome RWPPs,

Are you in the mood for a FREEBIE? Who isn't, right? Here we have a great one for you today...

Today we present you with Unbind by Mrs. Sarah Michelle Lynch.

First a little bit about the Author:

Author Bio:

Sarah’s first job was opening a newspaper shop, when she was just seventeen. It was a good exercise in discipline, having to get up at 5a.m. on a weekend morning. Since then, she has worked all kinds of jobs including cafe assistant, student mentor and ambassador, checkout girl, bartender, shelf stacker, supply teacher and after graduating university, magazine journalist. The jobs may have come and gone but the urge to write was ALWAYS there.

Sarah is the eldest of four children and was the first person in her family in generations to go to university. She holds a degree in English from The University of Hull but it wasn’t until she began working in the media that she really got to grips with how writing could become a profession. She worked alongside various companies including Sky, Radio Times and Bauer, eventually climbing the ranks into junior management.

During a long period of maternity leave she discovered how different creative writing and professional, journalistic writing are. The decision to self-publish was not taken lightly but in May 2012, she let loose her first novel and a scifi trilogy was born. The trilogy has since been re-edited and transformed into a quadrilogy. Since then, the desire to write and explore has become viral and she has even set up her own business, helping other writers get their own words and stories out into the world.

Sarah currently lives in East Yorkshire with her husband and daughter.

Unbind Blurb:

We should chase away from what we’re scared of, right? Run as fast as we can. Yet some of us seem to veer toward chaos and destruction… 

Chloe sees anguish and despair lurking beneath the surface of Cai Matthews, the dark and dangerously handsome freelance photographer she meets on her first day in a new job. She can’t see straight in his presence—blinded by a blistering sexual attraction that has the potential to sweep her clean off her feet. 

When Cai disappears from the workplace and doesn’t come back, Chloe tries to find out more about his life but all she knows is he’s set to inherit a ton of money and his aunt runs one of the most famous fashion magazines in the world. 

Cai is running from a complicated past he doesn’t like talking about. Gossip columns rage with speculation concerning him and his aunt, who took guardianship of Cai after his parents died. 

Conscientious journalist Chloe has a mind for details and once she gains access to his world, Cai realises she could undo every, single dirty little secret that he and his aunt have tried desperately to cover up.

Again... WHO DOESN'T LOVE A FREEBIE?!

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Dear RWPPs,

All Authors would like to share with you Private Pain: Amidst the Ashes by our very own Queen of Spades, being offered FREE for the last time this year.

All Authors recently asked Queen to tell us which one of the poems in her collection is her favorite and why? Her answer was as follows.

Wow, this is definitely a difficult one, but overall, I would have to go with “Tainted Thoughts”. It mirrors the very moment when the light bulb comes on after many layers of introspection. The final statement says it all:

It has taken this many years

For me to realize

That the thoughts of others

Should have never been

The thoughts of me.

So, don't dilly dally any further, and pick up your copy of Private Pain: Amidst the Ashes. You won't regret it. Here is what readers are saying...

Harmony Kent says:

"The author, Queen of Spades, bares her heart and soul in this very honest compilation. The verse is moving and heartfelt, and incredibily succinct. This is not for the faint-hearted, as it doesn’t hold back: not on the content or the language … however, I feel the work is all the richer for it."

Mary E Alston says:

"You feel her emotions as you read each word. This remarkable poet left her heart and soul on each and every page! A must read!"

C. Desert Rose:

"Wow! Just, wow! I was left flabbergasted by the intensity and depth of this poetry collection. A whirlwind of emotion jumped off of the pages and you can feel in every single word the extent of profoundness that the author portrayed.

Wonderful, wonderful poetry collection."

Tarry no longer, this offer will not last much longer. You will only have until Tuesday, September 30th, 2014, to get your copy.

Private Pain: Amidst the Ashes by Queen of Spades, a must read.

Come visit "Mr. Bradley's Garden" by Queen of Spades

The Scent that Launched a Story

When I was growing up, one of my favorite peas to eat was crowder peas. The texture and the taste hit the tummy in a way no other peas could--even black-eye peas. Yet, crowder peas are only grown in certain parts of the States and where I'm currently living isn't one of those place.

One night while asleep, a strange scent hit my nose. I hadn't been around it in years but it was unmistakable. It was the smell of crowder peas being cooked. My stove wasn't on yet my senses were filled to the brim with the aroma.

I couldn't get back to sleep so I sat in front of the computer. A few minutes later, I started to write. Once I finished the story, the mysterious scent became less and less until it finally vanished.

The end result of this writing session became Mr. Bradley's Garden. It is loosely based on my late grandfather, who took lots of pride in his yard and his garden--a blend of the power of giving and the things one can take for granted.

Blurb:

Mr. Bradley takes pride in maintaining his garden and sharing the bounty with the neighbors. Over the years, an illness strikes that hampers his ability to do this deed, which has sprouted more feelings of entitlement than gratitude from the existing generations. When good things come to an end, does the attitude of the community remain the same or is there a deeper impact brought about by Mr. Bradley’s garden?

#FREE and Available at Smashwords

Note:

Mr. Bradley's Garden made its first appearance in Summer Shorts II: Best Kept Secrets. It is so near and dear to my heart that I've opted to release it independently.

Feature Piece with Author Malika Gandhi

Today we are hosting Author Malika Gandhi with her new release Witch Crystal.

Blurb:

The Witch Crystal was silent, hidden from the clutches of the High Witch, somewhere, where she couldn’t find him. The time has now arrived to show what it can do... 

Larissa is a young witch of fifteen. Nobody, not even her best friend knows about this. She goes to a normal school, has a great mother, and she likes the new boy in town. 

Then, strange things begin to occur, and Larissa’s normal life is not so normal anymore. Her best friend, Chantelle, is not who she thinks she is, and why is Jake’s name really Xyth? 

An abduction of Chantelle brings the unknown to the forefront, and Larissa is faced with the task of finding the Earth Spirits, to repair the Aurora Borealis. Only then will she be able to travel to Zrotaz, her home planet, and rescue her best friend from the High Witch! 

Follow Larissa’s journey as she travels to Norway in search of the Earth Spirits, where she encounters fierce and frightening, but also good and kind, magical creatures. Will Larissa be brave? Will she be able to accomplish her task, to adhere to the prophecy?

Excerpt one, taken from Chapter one:

A deafening blast blew the door open, knocking Senon to the ground. He quickly picked himself up as an ear splitting scream followed, forcing both him and Marcaria to crouch over their daughter. With their hands over their ears, they waited for the scream to die down. They rose to their feet as soon as it did. The scream was the witches’ scream, deadly, if anyone came close to it. A series of blue, green, and yellow flares flew at them but Larissa had used her shield. “Good girl,” said Senon. “Father, so...hard...” Larissa lost her strength and the spell collapsed. “We can’t stay here, Senon.” Marcaria picked Larissa up and ran to the garden. Senon looked at the space where the door once stood and followed his family to the back of the house. The attacks were aimed from afar, but Senon knew the Empire Witches were moving closer into their village. The most powerful and merciless on Zrotaz, were the Witches of the West, the Empire Witches will do anything to get what they want, and this time it was the girl. No one had yet defeated this clan, meaning Senon and Marcaria alone did not stand a chance.

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