Monday, 18 August 2014

Book Synopsis

Dragon's Revenge is the thrilling conclusion to the Hunters of Reloria trilogy. 

Magical Reloria is beset by hordes of invading enemy ships carrying giants with ocular laser beams. People and creatures from across the land band together against the invasion, while our group of heroes, the Hunters of Reloria, seek to restore the defensive shield to their borders. A savage attack on the dragons’ town decimates the population and leads the surviving dragon to pledge revenge against the invaders. 
Epic battles with dragons and giants ensue, leading to a thrilling climax.

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Excerpt from Elven Jewel (Book 1)

This is an excerpt from chapter 5 of Elven Jewel and the first time we see the beast.  The characters are 2 elves: Princess Shari-Rose and her guardian Daeron; the dwarven brothers Baja and Raja; and four brave halflings: Old Fandri; his son Fendi; friend Randir and a huntress named Sienna. They have been tracked to an inn by their adversary, the Vergai invaders.   I hope you enjoy it.

They followed the sounds of struggling around the corner of the inn and saw an incredible sight.  A sopping wet Princess, wearing only a towel, was being held by the arms and legs by four of the scaly Vergai.  Another of the creatures was trying to muffle her screams with his clawed hand, which she was biting on as hard as she could and causing him to growl in frustration.

All around them was a battle.  Sienna held a green-stained dagger in one hand and was struggling with three of the creatures, two of which had arrows protruding from their torsos.  Green blood was drying around the arrow shafts. The huntress stabbed at the invaders and aimed at the thinnest area of their thick hide on the sides of their neck.  Her bond fairy was a short distance away and was so intent in watching the fight that he did not see a Vergai’s rough hand closing around him from behind.  The Vergai clapped his hands together and both fairy and halfling collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Fendi had grabbed a long dagger from the inn and Old Fandri drew his broad sword.  Fendi was momentarily stunned by being in such close proximity to the large and fearsome Vergai.  He exchanged a wide-eyed glance with his father, who gave a short nod.  Together they charged towards the Vergai with a roar.  Old Fandri stepped ahead to engage a Vergai with his sword and didn’t see one of the creatures whip around and strike Fendi solidly with his long thick tail.  The young halfling gave a grunt and fell to the ground.

The final four Vergai were moving to surround Raja, who was flailing about a two-headed axe, as though he was berserk.  Baja gave a yell and rushed to his aid.  Baja threw a small axe, which felled one of the creatures, and then the dwarf got out a large wooden club and proceeded to bash all the Vergai on their knee caps.  The two dwarfs were much shorter than the Vergai (who were about human height), but they made up for it in their fighting prowess.  The Vergai all stood well back from the half-crazed little men.

Old Fandri entered the fight over by the Princess.  One of the Vergai let go of her arms and rushed at him with a chained morning star, spinning around dangerously.  Fandri was forced back towards the wall of the tavern and stumbled to the ground.  The Vergai was just about to land a killing blow with his rotating spike, when a long sword covered in green blood, appeared through his chest.  Daeron had come to Fandri’s rescue.

The powerfully-built elf looked dizzy on his feet, with a bandage wrapped around his head from Lakehaven.  He extricated his narrow sword from the Vergai and threw him to the ground.  Then he held his hand down to help up the old halfling.  “Thanks,” panted Fandri.  “I’m getting too old for this.”  He looked around and saw that the Vergai were taking advantage of the chaos and half-carrying, half-dragging the screaming Princess off into the night.

Fandri looked at the other fighters and realised  the Vergai were gaining the upper hand.  Fendi, Sienna and Baja had been knocked out cold and Raja was the only one still fighting, but was totally surrounded by several big fighters.  Old Fandri was just thinking that all was lost when a powerful screech filled the night.  A flapping of great wings and a mighty burst of flame lit up the sky.  The Vergai around Raja screamed and ran after the Princess.

The sky went dark again, after that brief burst of light.  All that Fandri could see was a huge dark shape, blotting out the stars.  It screeched again and a huge burst of flame whooshed right over the top of the fleeing Vergai.  Their thick scaly hides appeared to deflect the flames, but they screamed and howled and ran in all directions.  The winged beast flew to where the other Vergai were running with Shari-Rose and it picked them off her, one by one and threw them far into the distance, where they land with dull thuds.

The beast tenderly picked up Shari-Rose in its great talons and very carefully carried her back to the halflings and dwarves.  Her wet towel flopped to the ground by Old Fandri’s feet.  She looked like a child compared to the enormous creature cradling her in one sharp claw.

By the light from the half-shuttered inn windows, Fandri, Daeron and Raja could see the beast was a great, grey dragon.  Its body was four times as tall as a man and had a thick, scaly hide.  Its wing span must have been about 40 foot or more and the flap of the huge wings brought large gusts of air swirling all around them.  Emerald jewels gleamed from under the wings, as though they were embedded in the scales.  The dragon’s head had many horns and a large mouth with sharp teeth.  Its muzzle was long, with wide nostrils, issuing trails of smoke.

The dragon’s large, yellow eyes looked at each of the fighters below intelligently before gently placing the Princess on the ground.  Shari-Rose stared up at the great beast which had rescued her and was utterly speechless.  She didn’t even have breath to scream in terror.  The dragon flapped its gigantic wings and rose up into the sky.  It circled the inn once, then flew off in the direction of the Vergai.

About Kasper Beaumont

Kasper J. Beaumont was born and raised in Australia and lives a quiet life with the family in a seaside town. Combining a love of fantasy and a penchant for travel in the Hunters of Reloria trilogy, Kasper started to write on the urging of friends and family and enjoys watching readers become immersed in the magical world of Reloria. Kasper is a pen name for a rather shy author who is happy to remain unnamed.
The Hunters of Reloria trilogy is about the magical world of Reloria where halflings and fairies share a bond. Dwarves, elves, knights and dragons inhabit this country, but their world is about to be invaded by scaly lizardmen and giant Cyclops.
Book 1: Elven Jewel was published as an ebook and paperback in 2013.
Book 2: Hunters' Quest ebook 2013 and paperback in 2014
Book 3: Dragon's Revenge is the thrilling conclusion, ebook July nd paperback November 2014.

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Hard to kill spotlight

Hard to Kill
A Hard Targets Novel
Wendy Byrne
Gemma Halliday Publishing
Romantic Suspense ,@72k words

Trained as children to become assassins by the infamous Goren Petrovich, Sabrina Shaw and her two brothers have had a less-than-normal upbringing.  After escaping his clutches, Sabrina and her brothers have tried to make a normal life for themselves.

Now Sabrina works for an organization called The Alliance, specializing in the kind of jobs that no one else can or wants to do.  Her current assignment:  find the daughter of a prominent politician who has disappeared, categorized as a runaway by the authorities.

It seems simple enough, until Sabrina uncovers the girl may have been the victim of a kidnapping that goes far beyond ransom requests.  Now Sabrina must put her training to the test as she infiltrates a sex trafficking ring operating in Europe in order to find the girl...all while dodging a mysterious FBI agent and the demons from her own past.

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“Get the hell out of there. Now.” Jenning’s voice crackled to life in Sabrina’s earpiece.
She ignored his command even while her skin itched, foretelling her sixth sense was kicking in. Yep, she was close.
“Now, Shaw. His friends are heading your way. You—"  
She clicked off the receiver to stop the tirade that no doubt would follow.  A few minutes. That’s all she needed.
Tip-toeing up the metal staircase in her black combat-style boots, she inched her way to apartment 203. Eddie Ramer might be able to fool the cops but not her. The bottom feeder had been enticing Caitlyn for weeks with his promise of high paying modeling gigs. And then she’d disappeared.
Coincidence? Yeah, right.
A heavy smell of weed permeated the air, despite the open balconies outside the apartment doors. The metal railing and no-tell-motel-appearance of the building didn’t shock her. In fact it worked in her favor. The thin walls made her privy to the conversations along the journey to her prize.
201. 202. Finally, 203.
Peeking inside was made impossible by the closed drapes. Instead, she crawled under the window, then slid along the wall stopping outside the apartment door. A cacophony of motorcycle engines in the distance signaled Eddie’s friends were getting closer.
Her heart beat heavily while her fingers tingled. Everything inside her longed to grab the gun strapped to her thigh, but she resisted the urge. Only if necessary. She held her breath, keying into the conversation on the other side of the door.
“Let me see what you’ve got, baby.” The voice came from inside.
Sabrina closed her eyes, dispelling the vile thoughts racing around her head. Focus remained the key to her success.
“I thought—" The girl’s shaky voice signaled her fear.
 “You have a smokin’ bod, but I gotta know you can sell the goods. That’s the way this works. Only then can I open doors for you.”
With one strategically placed kick, her boot separated the lock from the flimsy door. Seconds later, she charged inside, tackling Eddie to the ground. He tried to reverse her dominant position, but she was one step ahead of him, bringing the tip of her blade to his throat, a mere flick away from his carotid artery.
She slid off his chest and eased them both to a standing position, never wavering on the location of the blade. “Now Caitlyn and I are going to leave without any trouble from you or your ragtag group of merry men. Got that?”
His eyebrows furrowed while his lips curled into a smirk. “Caitlyn? She’s ancient history.”
A sinking sensation settled in her gut as Sabrina turned toward the girl. Hovering close to the bed, a young Hispanic girl with striking looks and long dark hair stood, her blouse partially unbuttoned. Definitely not Caitlyn Collins.
Not good.
That half second of non-focus on her part was all Eddie needed to grab her forearm, dislodging the knife and sending it flying across the room into the wall. Despite his bulk, the alcohol reeking from his pores slowed his reflexes.  She easily ducked the clumsy punch he sent her way. When he grasped her bicep and pulled up, that left him open for her counter strike to the round part of his shoulder, followed by a punch to his liver through the intercostal nerve, robbing him of breath, then a chop to the side of his neck, hitting his vagus nerve with enough force to stun.
Sabrina grabbed the girl and ran.
Dread chilled her bones as she bounded down the steps, yanking the frightened girl along with her. For the first time in her life she’d failed her mission. She’d given the Collins family hope when she’d promised to rescue their daughter. Now she was coming back empty handed. There had to be another way.  

Author bio:  Wendy has a Masters in Social Work and worked in the child welfare field for twelve years before she decided to pursue her dream of writing.  Her first two books, Fractured and Mama Said were published in 2011 and 2012.  Mama Said was a finalist in the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Contest. She self published The Christmas Curse in 2012.
Between teaching college classes, trying to get her morbidly obese cat to slim down, and tempering the will of her five-year-old granddaughter, who's determined to become a witch when she turns six so she can fly on her broom to see the Eiffel Tower and put hexes on people --not necessarily in that order--somehow Wendy still manages to fit in writing.  She spends the remainder of her days inflicting mayhem on her hero and heroine until they beg for mercy.

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Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Charlotte's Restrained - Celia Kennedy Guest Post


 Nestled at the heart of the French Alps, Charlotte Young and her five closest friends ring in the New Year on a ski vacation in Chamonix France.

With the same idea in mind, many of the world’s celebrities are in town. Including the King of Romantic Comedies, Des Bannerman. Charlotte and friends join forces to help her realize her lifelong fantasy, to meet Des Bannerman.

Using bait in the form of her Sophia Loren lookalike friend to blaze a trail to Des Bannerman, Charlotte finally meets her man. His girlfriend, the latest Bond Girl, proves an insurmountable obstacle. Unexpectedly, Charlotte finds herself happily reconciled to an innocent evening of drinking champagne, gambling, and chatting to the celebrity of her dreams.

With the wave of her well-manicured hand, lighthearted banter turns into tabloid fodder. Lewd headlines and suggestive photographs provide worldwide entertainment. It also leaves Charlotte saddled with a restraining order.

Des Bannerman flees, leaving Charlotte to cope with the paparazzi and feeling very wronged! With her entire life impacted, Charlotte sets about dealing with the fallout of her fifteen minutes of fame. The only problem is, how does a mere mortal make contact with a celebrity god?

Girl meets boy. Boy disregards girl. Girl tracks down boy to get some answers! Along the way and with the help of her friends, Charlotte finds the answers to life’s biggest questions!

Chapter Eleven

After having completed the mundane task of unloading my suitcases and sorting laundry, I hunkered down on the leather sofa in an old sundress with my hair knotted on top of my head. While perched in front of the TV, I sipped a glass of iced tea while flipping through the channels, finally finding a sappy movie that inevitably gets aired on Sunday afternoons. I was crying at the death of the leading lady when Taylor walked in the door.

“You’re already here? When did you get home? What are you watching?” Taylor asked anxiously as she crossed the room. Glancing at the screen, she looked at me with disgust, grabbed the remote control, and turned off the television.

“What are you? A masochist? Who watches a movie designed to make them hysterical the day their boyfriend leaves? Why not at least watch something romantic or funny?” She gave me a pathetic look.

After sizing me up, I was ordered into something presentable and told to get ready for an evening out. “Make sure you wash your face. You look like a raccoon.” She continued to order me about even though I repeatedly moaned that I didn’t want to go out. “Too bad,” was her response.

An hour later, we arrived at one of the latest and greatest trendy bars in Manhattan. I was perched on a shiny chrome barstool at a glass-topped bar sipping on a brutally cold gin and tonic, trying to pretend I was happy, when Taylor smiled and waved to someone. The next minute I was gasping into the faces of Marian, Kathleen and Hillary.
“Oh my god! How perfect is this?” I gushed in amazement. It was hard to take in such an unexpected surprise.

“Well, we couldn’t leave the mopping up to just one poor woman,” Marian responded. Her glance darted around the room. “Where in the name of Jaysus is the waiter? We’ll be needing a few bottles to sort this one out,” she pronounced as she took in my pathetic state.

While I dreaded the state my head would be in tomorrow, I was speechless with delight.

“Now, isn’t this better than an iced tea and some sad movie?” Taylor asked. The lot of them groaned and moaned at me, wondering how I could be so cliché. Just about then, my phone rang.

“Just a minute,” I shouted over the friendly harassing,


“Ciao, bella, how are you?” It was Tiziana! After a minute of chatting, she apologized for not being there and advised, “Don’t let Marian dance on any tables. You know her legs aren’t her best asset! Take care of yourself, remember to drink lots of water.” We hung up with the promise to talk tomorrow.

Miraculously, a waiter arrived to tell us that a table had opened up and took our cocktail orders. Marian, in a low-cut, figure-hugging green dress, leaned into him while perched on her own chrome barstool, batting her big green eyes, and said, “Bring us two bottles of the best white wine you have, and don’t stop until you close!”
“Certainly,” he said, maintaining eye contact.

After he left, she said, “He had to be gay! There isn’t a straight man alive that can resist this dress.” Clearly Marian knew what her best assets were.

“Alright, tell us all about him. Get it out of your system! Bring it on,” Kathleen demanded.

Since I’d barely chatted with her since the trip to France, she knew the least about Liam. I rambled on and on about how wonderful he was, how kind, and handsome. After a few return trips from the waiter, I had segued into how sexy he was, how perfect his bum fit into my hand, how gorgeous he was. At some point we sat hunched over my cell phone so the girls could see pictures of Liam.

After having passed the phone between themselves, Marian, was back to lamenting. “How the feck is it that she met him here, this fine Irish boy? God’s truth, there aren’t any like this left in Ireland. I’d know. I’ve been actively searching for years!” she continued, straight-faced until the wine glass had returned to her lips.

Hillary, having just drained her glass, suggested, “Have her take you out. Clearly she knows where to look. Did you see those arms? That chest?” Hillary was referring to a picture I had taken of Liam while he was rowing us around the lake in Central Park. I felt quite smug.

“Alright, Kathleen, let’s have it. Rumor has it that you’re trying to woo a certain Danish prince or something,” I said as I returned my cell phone to my purse.

“Well, he’s only a distant relation to the Danish royal family. He’s 278th in line for the throne, or something like that. While he may not have the same raw manliness that Liam has, he has his own appeal. He’s elegant and, refined!” And with that, Kathleen whipped out her cell phone and proceeded to show us pictures of, Frederick.

“Frederick? What kind of name is that? There isn’t anything masculine about that. Wasn’t that the name of the fat one on The Flintstones?” Marian teased.

“Are you saying Liam isn’t elegant and refined?” I challenged Kathleen. I felt very Tammy Wynette-ish (Stand by Your Man, and all that.).

I looked to Taylor to defend Liam’s refinement. She gave me a look that clearly stated she wanted to be left out of this competition. As Kathleen and I were comparing our men digitally, I heard Taylor shout to the passing waiter, “Two more bottles, please!” I looked at her with a grin. This was far better than sitting at home, crying my eyes out.

At some waning hour, closer to morning than night, we stumbled, more than a little tipsy, to the curb to hail cabs. While we stood there, I had the sudden realization that I had never asked how they came to be in New York or where they were staying. I was surprised to find out they were staying at the very hotel Liam had just vacated.

“How amazing is that?” I said when I found out, swaying with the summer breeze.

About the Author


Celia Kennedy was born in Wurzburg, Germany on an American military base. Her parents' penchant for traveling the world, via a Volkswagen Minibus with a Porsche engine, sparked her imagination. Staring out the window, sometimes through fog and rain, at other times at sunny blue skies, she began to make up stories for the places and spaces they passed by. The in-between time, the most fascinating to her.

The imagined world has always fascinated Celia. She has studied Landscape Architecture, Architecture, Interior Design, and pretty much every other subject matter. Like her childhood, it was the ride that was the most entertaining, arrival at a degree, not anywhere as important.

Mark Twain said, "Write what you know." When combining this concept with her unusual life experiences (working at a nuclear submarine base when Chernobyl blew, testing software Bill Gates kept close tabs on, travelling extensively while quite broke, or falling in love with her boyfriend's close friend) thinking of what to write about isn't challenging; there just needs to be more hours in the day.

Celia published Charlottes Restrained in December of 2012 and Venus Rising in August of 2013. Look for Kathleen's Undressed, a companion novel to Charlottes Restrained, to be published in 2014.

Currently she lives in Washington State with the loves of her life.

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Charlotte’s Restrained, Which character am I? 
Five women make up a very entertaining and unique *clutch of friends in Charlotte’s Restrained. Since publishing the book, I’ve been asked many times if one of the characters in the book is me. I was inspired by many women, and like many authors, the characters in my book are an amalgamation of many people. Two very important life experiences led me down the path to creating these international heroines. 
Years ago I worked in the International Department at Microsoft. The women I met there had just finished college and were in the US to work hard and play hard. In addition to being intelligent people, most possessed a highly tuned flirtatious banter, and were sexy as sin. One of the women, whose name shall remain anonymous, was learning to drive. She took the wrong exit ramp off the freeway, and attempted to back down and re-enter traffic. The guy that rear-ended her (or was she front-ending him) was dazzled by her, and instead of calling the police, he took her to dinner! These scenarios happened all the time! 
The second experience was a bit of a reversal. I had always wanted to be a foreign exchange student and finally at the ripe age of twenty eight my dream came true. I was in the middle of studying Landscape Architecture, and decide to participate in a study abroad program. After finishing my program in England, I backpacked through Europe for several months on a shoe-string budget and with a gaggle of women. There was a natural ebb and flow to the journey. We met up with people, entertaining experiences followed, we divided to travel to different places, where more entertaining experiences followed. 
One of my personal favorites happened during the summer in Cadiz, Spain. We were stumbling around on a Saturday morning and saw this beautiful man in a small boat not too far off shore. We sat and watched him for quite some time. He waved, we waved back, and let him get to work using all his rippling muscles. As destiny would have it, we walked into his restaurant later that day, hoping to find some free tapas. He immediately recognized my friend (whose quite lovely), and offered us food. His menu was quite expensive, so we order a drink and sat at the bar. A fair amount of time passed, and no one (literally) showed up. He flipped the open sign to Closed and offered to cook us dinner. While we ate mouth-watering food and drank incredible wine, with him, we entertained him with stories of our travels. Just when you thought the story would end – no! In the summer in Spain, flamenco guitarists and dancers gather everywhere to perform and compete. It turned out our new friend, the Gambadoro (our made up word, taken from Matador, meaning prawn killer), was good friends with an incredible flamenco guitarist. So, he called him up, he came down, ate some good food, drank some wine, and gave us a private concert.  It was magical night 
So who are Charlotte, Hillary, Tiziana, Marian, and Kathleen? These women meet at the Oxford, while doing graduate work at the Said School of Business. They’ve made their way in the world of corporate finance and have achieved success. Some more than others. Now in their early to mid-thirties, they can relax a bit and think about the rest of life. To be fair, the rest of life has been on Hillary and Marian’s mind for quite a while. 
Hillary Cavendish can trace her family name back to the days of Henry VIII, and much of her family wealth and connections begin there. Hillary brings to bear all her skills and rights of birth to the philanthropy foundation she works for. Steeped in etiquette, Hillary is quintessentially proper, but wants to break free from these confines every now and again. As a member of the quintet, she is the hub, keeping the women informed, connected, and under control. 
Marian Connolly is from Dublin, Ireland. Looking for the man of her dreams, she is convinced that all the “good ones” have been exported from Ireland. A brash, wise-cracking woman, Marian’s banter is often the source of aggravation, hilarity, and vulnerable discourse. 
Tiziana Caputo, our group’s siren, heavily resembles Sophia Loren. Tiziana jiggles and purrs her way through life. To be fair, she is an intelligent woman who has worked harder than most to prove that it isn’t her curves and cleavage that have opened doors for her. Thankfully, Tiziana doesn’t have a bitter bone in her voluptuous body. Quintessentially herself, she lets the pheromones and poetry flow in abundance. 
No village is complete without an aloof, hard to pin down, personality. This is Kathleen Ehlers. Hailing from Seattle, Washington, after college she transplants herself in Paris, working for L’Oreal at the corporate headquarters. A business acquisition lawyer, Kathleen has some serious brains in her very beautiful head. With a flair for fashion and art, Kathleen’s life is complete. The ladies often tease her about chasing Prince Charming, but as you’ll learn in Kathleen’s Undressed, she is aloof for a reason. 
Charlotte Young. Our heroine (and the person I’d most like to be). Described in the book, by Hillary, as the North American version of Penelope Cruz. Charlotte is a hard working CFO at a large and expanding Public Relations firm in New York City. Having worked hard at life, to be able to move away from the small town in Maine where she was raised, she is in many respects the quintessential girl next door. Except that her door opens to a fabulous apartment in Manhattan, and her closet is full of designer labels. When anything but average events begin to occur in her life, she is a little out of her depth on how to handle them. Fortunately, she has the support of her friends. 
The plot? While on a ski holiday, in the Rhône-Alpes (Chamonix, France) with this vivacious group of women, she meets her favorite celebrity, Des Bannerman, the King of Romantic Comedies. During one of their accidental (or not) encounters, there is a miscommunication which lands Charlotte is hot water. 
Can Charlotte’s friends get her close enough, regardless of a restraining order, to Des Bannerman to unravel the mystery? With the help of her new found beau, Irishman Liam Molloy, they get her closer. 
*Clutch – a group of poultry chicks 
In addition to having written Charlotte’s Restrained and Venus Rising, Celia Kennedy is currently working on a sequel to Charlotte’s Restrained, called Kathleen’s Undressed. In addition to writing, Celia is a mom, wife, friend, and a practicing Landscape Architect. She resides in Redmond, Washington, where she lives a spectacular life. If you’d like to learn more about her, visit, follow her on Twitter (@KennedyCelia) on Facebook (Celia Kennedy, Author) or Goodreads. If you want to see the actual locations that she writes about in her books, check her out on