The Rabids have lost all humanity. Three of the four creatures slink silently about their prison cells, eyes darting this way and that, as if trying to find the exit or an opportunity to wreak havoc on the people observing them. What’s left of their dirty clothes hang loosely from their skeletal bodies, their hair ...

I can almost hear the trill of seagulls as I gaze at the mural on the wall across from my bunk. A calm ocean meeting a distant horizon, like one would see from a balcony view on a luxury cruise liner. It was painted for Val and me when we came aboard five years ago—a ...

Fucking zombies. The one thing I swore I would never live to see. But here I am. I slice my sword left, right into the damn thing’s shoulder. The person, if I can even call it that, doesn’t slow, reaching for me with shriveled fingers. His gaze is unfocused and a cloudy white, like the ...

Book Title: Second Chance MagicAuthor: Michelle M. PillowGenre: Paranormal Women’s FictionRating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Heat Meter: 🌶🌶Release Date: February 18, 2020Recommend: Highly Recommend! Michelle M. Pillow is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling multigenre author. She’s most widely known for her romance novels, and Second Chance Magic is book #1 in Pillow’s Order of Magic series. The ...

The taste of Cailleach’s potion still lingered on his lips and churned in his stomach. He felt the celestial elements attaching themselves to him on a cellular level. They bound him. Kept him prisoner. He’d sent his legion out to the underworld’s far reaches, but they were trapped right along with him. He stretched his ...

Cailleach ripped through the dimensions fueled by fury at the bastard king who tried to kill the man she loved. He would continue to pursue her through time and space. The sick obsession he held for her would never end. Arawn didn’t fight her. He relished the feel of her body as they sailed through ...

Vipoig’s kingdom was fortified and strong. Cailleach noticed over the last six lunar cycles how well his land and its people prospered under his protection. She admired how her king took care of his people and how they took care of him in return. The village flourished in this symbiotic relationship. The dwellings were a ...

Arawn cradled the tender flesh left exposed by Cailleach’s blade. His suspicions were confirmed in the jagged wound that slowly healed. Only a primal deity who possessed the ancient powers could inflict such harm. Not once did she falter in her concealment. He studied her and learned her movements and habits for millennia, but she ...

The air wet with a gentle mist that wasn’t quite rain or snow covered the ground. In the soft darkness, the veil split. The night’s slumber disturbed with a cataclysmic flash of light where shadows receded and returned once more. A primal force rocked the land on its plates but didn’t scar the earth. In ...