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February 14
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February 15
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February 16
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I Smell Sheep

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February 17
The Irresponsible Reader

Rosanna Leo

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February 20
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Karen's Killer Book Bench

February 21
Words about Words

Adventures in Self-Publishing

February 22
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Echo's Tales

February 23
Janet Walden-West

Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books!

February 24
Susie Q Reviews

100 Pages A Day

All Things Dark and Dirty

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ABOUT THE BOOK:
He’s a grumpy demon prince. She’s a sunshine magical orphan who’s his fated mate and forbidden. But can he survive rejecting her?
Demon prince Alexei is ruthless in business and deadly in battle. The mafia boss will do anything to protect his family, even consider an arranged marriage with a royal he doesn’t love.
There’s just one problem.
When the grumpy hero rescues a sunshine princess locked away in a tower, he knows she’s his fated mate. She also seems to be a freakin’ forbidden angel. Like the villain he is, Alexei rejects her without saying why.
Despite her tortuous childhood, Jolene is determined to find her real family and win her grumpy prince. Come on—the man has wings! But loving her antihero makes him a target of her human enemies who are out to destroy all supernaturals.
These two opposites attract in all the wicked ways. But when supernatural children in Alexei’s hometown start disappearing, the two must work together, and Jolene will have to reveal that her sunshine-and-sparkles magic isn’t what it seems. Can they find their happily ever after or will their differences and enemies destroy them both?
Publication Date: February 14, 2023
Publisher: City Owl Press
Language: English
Print Length: 364
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Fluent in sarcasm and penal code, Luna prosecutes by day and writes at night. She loves history, especially Los Angeles and Hollywood lore.
A survivor of traumatic brain injury with steel body parts, she lives in SoCal with her combat veteran husband and their two-pound terror of a rescue pup.
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ABOUT THE BOOK: 
He’s a grumpy demon prince. She’s a sunshine magical orphan who’s his fated mate and forbidden. But can he survive rejecting her? 
Demon prince Alexei is ruthless in business and deadly in battle. The mafia boss will do anything to protect his family, even consider an arranged marriage with a royal he doesn’t love. 
There’s just one problem. 
When the grumpy hero rescues a sunshine princess locked away in a tower, he knows she’s his fated mate. She also seems to be a freakin’ forbidden angel. Like the villain he is, Alexei rejects her without saying why. 
Despite her tortuous childhood, Jolene is determined to find her real family and win her grumpy prince. Come on—the man has wings! But loving her antihero makes him a target of her human enemies who are out to destroy all supernaturals. 
These two opposites attract in all the wicked ways. But when supernatural children in Alexei’s hometown start disappearing, the two must work together, and Jolene will have to reveal that her sunshine-and-sparkles magic isn’t what it seems. Can they find their happily ever after or will their differences and enemies destroy them both? 
Publication Date: February 14, 2023 
Publisher: City Owl Press 
Language: English 
Print Length: 364 
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Want to delve into more of Luna's work? Check out her completed <a href="https://mybook.to/LegacySeries1" target="_blank">Legacy Series</a>, her on-going <a href="https://mybook.to/How2DateFury" target="_blank">Syn City Shifter Series</a>.  
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 
Luna Joya writes sexy hexy romances in the award-winning Legacy Series. 
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Excerpt One
Prologue:
Demon prince problems sounded like such privileged rich boy bullshit. Yet Alexei Maronov couldn’t figure out a way to find his fated mate fast enough to save him from an arranged political marriage. If he hadn’t met his promised love in the past sixteen years, the chance of her walking into his life in
the next few days didn’t seem too likely.
Yanking his coat tighter around him to stop the biting sting of the cold wind, he ignored the bodyguards trailing him into Moscow’s Sokolniki Park. He could wipe out the city in an instant if he lost control of his magic. Others needed protecting from him, not the other way around. His powers surged through him in dizzying throbs, wanting to lash out against the mess he’d gotten himself into.
He couldn’t wait to return to his family’s stronghold in America.

Excerpt Two
He couldn’t wait to return to his family’s stronghold in America. Give him a few years of managing the Los Angeles territory, and he would build the demon hybrids into a force that the witches and shifters would fear— with or without a princess for a bride. Shouts of laughter came from a group of
teenagers about his age. He fought the urge to glance in their direction to see what might be so funny. Joining in wouldn’t be an option. Not only did the humans not know about supernaturals, but if the other teens happened to be like him, then a prince wouldn’t be welcome. His name brought fear and respect, not friendship.
“Stop, please.” A girl’s raised demand in foreign-accented Russian cut across the ice and snow to him the same as if she’d fired one of the makeshift blowtorches that his younger sister created in her lab.

Excerpt Three:
“Stop, please.” A girl’s raised demand in foreign-accented Russian cut across the ice and snow to him the same as if she’d fired one of the makeshift blowtorches that his younger sister created in her lab.
Staring through the tangle of teenaged testosterone, he caught a glance of someone smaller than the boys around her. She fought to reach a book from one of the taller bullies who
held it high over her head. Alexei hated bullies. “You’ll ruin it.” Her voice called to him— a draw as strong and sure as gravity. He could no sooner walk away from her than fly without exposing his wings. Switching directions, he headed off the main pathway, using the crunch of gravel, ice, and dead leaves beneath his feet to calm his anger. Not that it worked. His rage grew the closer he got to her pitiful pleas. The surge of magic sizzling beneath his skin promised retaliation. An imperious glare had his bodyguards backing off.

Excerpt Four:
His rage grew the closer he got to her pitiful pleas. The surge of magic sizzling beneath his skin promised retaliation. An imperious glare had his bodyguards backing off.
“Otyebis ot neye,” he called out to the three boys crowded around the girl. Get the fuck away from her.
The tall bully with the book in his hand spun with a sneer that turned to shock and then fear. “Oh good,” Alexei continued in Russian. “You recognize me.”

Excerpt Five:
“Oh good,” Alexei continued in Russian. “You recognize me.”
The asshole’s pale skin leeched of all color.
“Vashe Vysochestvo.” He said the title of Your Highness as though it was a death sentence. Which it might be if the zasranec didn’t give the girl back her book. “Are you all right?” Alexei asked the girl who looked about his sister’s age and size— maybe around eight years old but skinny as if she hadn’t eaten in days. The threadbare brown coat she wore couldn’t have blocked much of the bone-deep chill in the air.
“Da.” While she answered his Russian question in the same language, he couldn’t place her accent. American? British? She stared at the ground, hiding her face.

Excerpt Six:
Her long hair spilled out of a braid in unusual shades of bronze, gold, and copper that reminded him of his mother’s decor designed to flaunt their position and wealth.
“Do you know these boys?” he asked, emphasizing the last word because no man would need to prove himself by terrorizing a kid. A pull of worry that he’d only felt for family knotted in his gut, and he wished he had the magic to read her emotions or to send her enough reassurance that she would look at him.
“Nyet.” She kept her head bowed.
“Have they hurt you?”
“Nyet,” she said.
He wasn’t convinced. She didn’t have fresh bruises or marks, but blood stained her clasped hands and her hairline.

Excerpt Seven:
She didn’t have fresh bruises or marks, but blood stained her clasped hands and her hairline. Staring at the bully, he told him, “Hand over her book and anything else you took from her.”
The boy did as ordered, a flash of anger sparking his gaze.
Alexei couldn’t let that insult go. He flicked a look over all three teenaged boys. “I could kill you. Do you think anyone would come against the Maronov prince?”

Excerpt Eight:
"--Do you think anyone would come against the Maronov prince?”

One of the jerks pissed his pants, the stink of urine and dark stain spreading along the fabric and the snow beneath giving him away.
Good. They wouldn’t be so quick to harass anyone else under his protection. The instinct to defend her had him freezing in place.

What the hell? This girl didn’t give off demon hybrid vibes, and he didn’t go around saving people. Yet he couldn’t leave her. His magic snapped toward her as if wrapping a shield around her. No way could he lose control of his powers.
Not here.
Not now.
Not ever.

Excerpt Nine:
No way could he lose control of his powers.
Not here.
Not now.
Not ever.
He needed the others to leave before the nagging desire to annihilate these idiots overtook his common sense. “Ischenzi,” he said in a soft voice full of menace, of violent promise. Get lost.
The boys ran as though hunted by hellhounds.
The entire conversation in Russian had taken two minutes tops, but he couldn’t settle his need to chase them so they could never bother her again. “Assholes,” he muttered in English through clenched teeth. Flipping over the book they’d taken from the girl, he checked out the battered cover. Scratched letters and banged-up binding announced it to include Spells to Locate the Lost.
Heavy reading, but she’d fought for the book the same as his sister would’ve slammed pain magic into someone for touching her chemistry texts. He held out the book to the girl.
She raised her face to his, blinking sky blue eyes so big that they seemed like she’d walked out of some cartoon princess movie. A smile spread over her mouth, curving the edges into a slice of sunshine. Something twisted in Alexei’s gut, a strange need to keep her smiling.

Excerpt Ten:
A smile spread over her mouth, curving the edges into a slice of sunshine. Something twisted in Alexei’s gut, a strange need to keep her smiling.
His mother’s voice echoed in his head, her warning when he’d signed the contract to marry Yulia Sidorich, the most beautiful and coldest of demon princesses, for the good of his kingdom. Once our demon side recognizes the person we’re meant to be with at first sight, and that’s it. You’ll want nothing more than to make your mate happy, to protect her, to care for her. There’s no fighting the call.
But destiny would’ve chosen a mate closer to his own age, someone else a couple of years from college and beginning their adult life— not some kid, right? Except his father had over a decade on his mother.
“Thank you,” the girl said in English, pure and clear, a tinkling bell against the background of honking horns and a street musician’s haunting violin. Her voice soothed his magic, took the fire out of his rage. She tipped her head, taking him in with those innocent eyes. “They were scared of you. Why?”

Excerpt Eleven:
“They were scared of you. Why?”
He switched languages but didn’t answer her question. If she didn’t know who he was, he wouldn’t tell her. He wouldn’t give her a single piece of information ammo to make her run. Glancing at the cheap spell primer she cradled, he instead asked, “Why that book?”
“To find lost things.” She paused. “Or maybe so that the lost can find their way home.”
Studying her mittens dotted with holes, her scuffed boots, her shabby coat, and her lack of hat or scarf, he wondered where she’d misplaced the last two. Maybe they’d come off in the scuffle except he didn’t see any splashes of color in the snow other than the yellow from the pisser. Yet she stood in a sunken spot where the ice and snow had been displaced, pushed away from the bare ground beneath as if she’d fallen. Or had been shoved. His magic flared. No, he wouldn’t think about her being hurt.
“What’d you lose?” he asked.
“My parents.”

Excerpt Twelve:
Yet she stood in a sunken spot where the ice and snow had been displaced, pushed away from the bare ground beneath as if she’d fallen. Or had been shoved. His magic flared. No, he wouldn’t think about her being hurt.
“What’d you lose?” he asked.
“My parents.”
Her answer hit him like a supercharged punch to the gut. “I’m sorry for—”
“They’re not dead. Or at least I don’t think they are.” She pushed her chapped lips into a thoughtful pout. “I’m more of the lost one.”
He didn’t know what to say. She sounded way older than she looked. As though she’d crammed a babushka’s grandma spirit into a child’s body. “Do you want me to take you home?”
“No.” She clutched the book to her chest, a tremble in her thin arms that he wouldn’t have noticed if she’d had a proper coat like his. In an instant, she’d gone from talkative and animated to shutting down again.
He hated the change as much as he hated this weird need he had to look out for her.

Excerpt Thirteen:
She sounded way older than she looked. As though she’d crammed a babushka’s grandma spirit into a child’s body. “Do you want me to take you home?”
“No.” She clutched the book to her chest, a tremble in her thin arms that he wouldn’t have noticed if she’d had a proper coat like his. In an instant, she’d gone from talkative and animated to shutting down again.
He hated the change as much as he hated this weird need he had to look out for her. Thousands of poverty-stricken kids roamed the streets. Why should he worry about this one? Yet he did. Tugging off his hat, he plopped it on her head where it fell to the chill-pinked tip of her nose in an instant. The black fur brushed against her snow-slicked skin and hair.
She laughed, a musical ringing of joy that wound through the cold wind to warm him. Hearing her happiness eased his magic and the scorching hurt within him. Sure, he had agreed to marry the only child of his father’s sole rival, but he’d done so for the good of his people. He didn’t love Yulia. Hell, he didn’t even like her. Her voice hadn’t wrapped around him like this girl’s giggle.
Pushing his hat up with one raggedy mitten, she grinned and held the book tighter against her skinny body. The warmth in his chest spread, a feeling different than the love he had for his parents, his sister, his cousin. Like a common shifter instead of the Maronov crown prince, he wanted to feed her, to keep her warm, to make her laugh again.

Excerpt Fourteen:
Pushing his hat up with one raggedy mitten, she grinned and held the book tighter against her skinny body. The warmth in his chest spread, a feeling different than the love he had for his parents, his sister, his cousin. Like a common shifter instead of the Maronov crown prince, he wanted to feed her, to keep her warm, to make her laugh again.
“My hat too big?” he asked. Everything about him had become huge the last few years. He’d always been tall for his age, but he’d become a giant among his classmates. All the better to instill fear.
“No.” She made the lie sound almost believable. The scent of meat pirozhki teased his nose.
“You hungry?”
“No.” That fib fell flat. Her skin stretched so tight over her cheekbones and along the pointed jaw of her heart-shaped face. “Hmm.” He didn’t push, didn’t give her a reason to leave him. Not when she quieted his magic. Studying the ground again, he recognized the same pattern his sister and cousin had made in the snow so many times. “Making a snow angel?” That would explain the dampness of her hair, her coat, her mittens. In a heartbeat, her eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Yes. More than anything, I want wings so I can fly away any time I like.” She wanted wings which meant she didn’t have them as he and the other demon hybrid royals and high-ranking horde members did. Not that he would show her his. What could she be?

Excerpt Fifteen:
She wanted wings which meant she didn’t have them as he and the other demon hybrid royals and high-ranking horde members did. Not that he would show her his. What could she be? She didn’t smell of demon, shifter, or witch— the three big supernatural species. Yet, she read a book with enchanted wards which wouldn’t be legible to a human. He needed more time with her. No, he corrected, his magic needed more time with her. “My favorite street vendor sells pastries by the ice skating rink. Come on.” He tipped his head and walked away, hoping she would follow and unsettled to find someone who wouldn’t immediately do as he suggested. “I can’t eat them alone.” He could devour the entire cart, but she didn’t know that. His magic pulsed a dangerous beat the further he got from her and didn’t settle until her quick footsteps crunched behind him.
They didn’t speak again until he had bought enough pirozhki to fill both their stomachs and found a bench for them to sit near the ice skaters. The rich scents had his mouth watering. Stuffed with spiced beef or tangy berries, the fried dough melted in his mouth and tasted delicious, yet he watched the girl’s reactions more than he concentrated on his own. Her eyes went wide, and she hesitated until he pushed enough pastries at her that she relented and bit into one. Nervous as a sparrow about to be dive-bombed by hawks, she quickly finished the first.

Excerpt Sixteen:
Her eyes went wide, and she hesitated until he pushed enough pastries at her that she relented and bit into one. Nervous as a sparrow about to be dive-bombed by hawks, she quickly finished the first. He nudged the next into her hand, not giving her a chance to refuse.
“Good?” he asked.
“Mmm.” She didn’t protest, scooting closer and taking another bite. “So what’s the matter?”
Her quiet question caught him off guard. Perhaps she had empath abilities. Some of the witch-blooded did. Hell, some demon hybrids inherited the power. “Nothing.”
She stared at him as if she could see through him, that intense knowing too old for a girl with pie filling smeared on her chin and his hat sliding over her ears. “You liked being mean to those boys because you’re angry.”
“I enjoy being mean because it’s who I am.” Telling her the lie tasted sour on his tongue, especially when she kept watching him like a puzzle she could solve if she could find the missing piece. “I’m marrying someone because it’s good for my family. I guess it made me a little mad.” Pissed off enough to want to burn the world to the ground, but telling anyone would do absolutely no good.
“Why’d you say yes?” she asked. “Is she pretty?”
“Very.” And Yulia did nothing for him.
“Do you love her?”
“No.” He couldn’t stand the princess.
“Oh.” She ate a dessert pastry, orange jam smearing across her mouth as she seemed to consider his answer. Cradling the book, she protected it from getting dirty. “I would want to marry someone I love.”

Excerpt Seventeen:
“I’m marrying someone because it’s good for my family. I guess it made me a little mad.” Pissed off enough to want to burn the world to the ground, but telling anyone would do absolutely no good.
“Why’d you say yes?” she asked. “Is she pretty?”
“Very.” And Yulia did nothing for him.
“Do you love her?”
“No.” He couldn’t stand the princess.
“Oh.” She ate a dessert pastry, orange jam smearing across her mouth as she seemed to consider his answer. Cradling the book, she protected it from getting dirty. “I would want to marry someone I love.” She did that stare through him thing again. It would’ve been creepy from anyone else, but those big eyes held no meanness. She took his hand in her much smaller one, and where her skin touched his, the magic that he’d fought for so long calmed.
His mother’s talk about fated mates came to mind again. He didn’t even know the girl’s name. What if she had magic that worked like a mate’s connection without being one? If he had more information, he could track down her family, learn everything about her, and find a rational explanation for this reaction without jeopardizing his political marriage.
If he couldn’t explain it away with logic? What if the gods had sent him the mate he’d believed he would never deserve? What if she was who he was meant to wait for?

Excerpt Eighteen:
What if the gods had sent him the mate he’d believed he would never deserve? What if she was who he was meant to wait for?
“Joelle!” A woman’s harsh shout cut through his thoughts.
The girl jumped up from the bench, shoving the book at him. “Take this,” she said. “She can’t see it.” Fear sharpened her words to tiny daggers.
“Wait—” He moved to catch her wrist, to ask her what scared her so he could confront whatever or whoever had caused it, but she tossed his hat his direction and sprinted toward the woman standing outside a grey sedan before he could stop her without using supernatural speed.
“Follow her,” he told his bodyguards. They did alongside him yet the woman tossed the girl in the car like a sack of rotten potatoes and sped away. He didn’t catch anything except part of an American diplomatic license plate.
For weeks, Alexei worked every contact he had in the supernatural and human worlds to track information from the numbers off the car’s plates and a first name-- Joelle. Nothing led him to the girl. It was as though she had vanished from Moscow, from this dimension that day. Weeks turned to months and then years, and he battled his obsession with locating her. Remembering her fear fueled his magic, and he couldn’t risk a slip.
So he pretended to forget Joelle. After all, what good was a fated mate if he couldn’t find her again?

Excerpt Nineteen:
The demon prince wasn’t supposed to be a locked-in-her-tower pretty princess’s choice for a rescue. Especially not in a situation born from an unholy alliance with a witch. Alexei Maronov could scarcely believe it himself, yet here he crouched in snow when he could’ve been snoozing in his king-sized bed at home in Los Angeles. Freezing despite his thermals, he wished the moonlight wouldn’t reflect in such blinding whiteness that it might give away their hiding spot. While he’d love this view of a clear, starry night at home, he’d rather be anywhere than here with Diego, the witch he owed a favor. The sooner they finished the rescue mission, the faster he could be done with the witches.
“This the place?” he asked. “A backwoods nowhere ruin in Lithuania?”
“Yep.” Diego, a former military sniper, looked through binoculars toward the rambling building anchored by a tower on each corner. “The human organization I’ve been tracking uses this as a holding warehouse. They call themselves the Order, but terrorists would be more like it. The woman we’re rescuing? They’re keeping her locked in there.”

Excerpt Twenty:
“I don’t need to know the name of the organization or the woman.” Alexei didn’t want more info than absolutely necessary to get through this job. Witches meant trouble for demon hybrids, always had. “Do these humans enlist anyone with actual powers?”
“No. They want to eradicate all magic-born. They don’t employ us; they kidnap and kill us.”
“What’s so personal about this assignment that you came to me for help?”
“My nephew thinks of our target as a sister. Adopted, you could say.”
As though adopted meant less than blood. Both Alexei’s sister and his cousin had been adopted, yet that didn’t make them any less family. He would kill for them. He had killed for them several times over and didn’t regret whatever cruelty he’d had to dole out to keep them safe. Family meant everything.

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