Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Wolfmoon Series Book Tour and Giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card

Wolfmoon, Book 1
By Nikki Broadwell
Genre: Fantasy Romance

Is magic gone from the world? Was it ever here? Read Moonstone and you might just believe in magic again! Fans of Juliet Marillier's 'Daughter of the Forest' series will find themselves right at home. 

Finna is pregnant and proud of herself for being strong enough to kick out the father of her child. But when her absent mother shows up and tells her that her baby needs to be blessed by the moon goddess to keep her safe, Finna's newfound confidence disappears. The Otherworld her mother describes sounds tantalizing. And by the time Finna discovers the truth it is too late. Her only hope is to make it out alive.

An Excerpt


The psychic’s eyes turned glassy and unfocused as she picked up Maeve’s hands. Maeve heard the words, ‘lifeline,’ ‘love affair,’ ‘trip,’ but her eyelids refused to stay open. The last conscious thought she had was how hot Gertrude’s hands were -- from that moment on it was as if she was in a trance or asleep. As she dozed she heard the slap of cards being placed on the table, Gertrude’s indrawn breath. Something happened, a sound or a clap that brought her back to consciousness. Gertrude’s eyes were wide and frightened but a split second later she smiled.

“Thank you,” she said, rising from the chair to usher Maeve out.

“But wait -- what happened?”

“There is darkness in your future.”

“Darkness? What does that mean?”

“I told you everything during our session. You will remember.”

“But I don’t remember anything!”

Wolfmoon, Book 2

Maeve’s dreams are waking her in the middle of the night. And consulting a psychic does little to help. But when a shipment of paintings arrives in the gallery where she works her mind really begins to unravel. What she sees in one of those paintings has to be an hallucination. How could she be seeing herself running with wolves in the background of a landscape simply hanging on the wall? Little does she know what lies ahead.

Wolfmoon, Book 3

A cold and callous tyrant has taken over Otherworld leaving death and destruction in his wake. The only hope is a prophecy written centuries before. But the woman named hasn’t a clue. How can a green girl from the States come to grips with a destiny she didn’t even know existed? 

Maeve is oblivious of all of it as she travels to Scotland. All she can think about is her boyfriend, Harold who she left behind. But what lies ahead includes him too, and will take both Maeve and Harold into a dangerous world they could never have imagined.

Book 4

Maeve and Harold are about to be tested. Between the birth of their baby girl and Maeve’s obsession with the faery known as the ‘love talker’ lie many twisted paths. When the elven queen becomes part of the equation it takes more than love to reweave what’s been unraveled. A Fae civil war brings Harold’s alter ego, King Kenneth MacAlpin, to the fore, possibly ruining Maeve and Harold’s relationship forever. Danger abounds, bringing with it hard decisions and possibly death.

I graduated with a BA in art and English from Sonoma State University in California. I've been an avid reader since I first learned how and a writer from my early teenage years on. I've had several art-related businesses, including greeting cards and more recently a silk painting business. When I began to write in earnest, I put aside the art, concentrating only on the writing.

I've traveled a lot over the years, finding inspiration wherever I go. Scotland holds a special place in my heart, hence the setting for "The Moonstone." I had to make a 4th trip there to do research as I was putting the book together!

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Monday, November 20, 2017

Pink Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats Book Tour and Giveaway for a $25 Amazon Gift Card

Pink Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats
by Carla Rehse
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy

Witches must bond with humans in order to produce children—and once the bond is made, it cannot easily be broken. 

Imagine seventeen-year-old Gracie Mason’s surprise when she accidentally bonds with a witch named Asher. Sure, he’s cute, but that’s beside the point. She’s not gonna settle for a guy just because she’s magically bound to him. 

To dissolve the bond, Gracie must seek out another witch to perform a magical rite. However, matters become considerably more complicated when witches begin turning up dead. Wanting nothing more than to get on with her life, Gracie must now team up with her new witchy friend and wade deeper into a complex world of enchantment and intrigue. 

Pink Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats is an enthralling story of magic, mystery, and murder -- and each new twist will draw you further under its spell.

An Excerpt

Daddy gave me a faux diamond encrusted pocket light for Christmas three years ago. I balance it in my mouth, while I bend down to work on the door lock.

Footsteps sound in the hall. The flashlight tumbles from my mouth, and I freeze rabbit still. Ringing in my ears makes it hard to determine if the footsteps are coming toward me or moving away. Should I replace the table and bluff my way out or quickly open the door? Is it the security officer or some dimwitted, no-life office worker?

Damn it. Make a decision.

Opening the door, it is.

It’s a simple generic lock. I can do this. The footsteps stop and then start again. I balance the flashlight on the microwave table and aim it at the lock before inserting a tension wrench into the keyhole. I turn the wrench, then insert the pick, hoping I can rake the lock pins up. I try the handle. It doesn’t move. Freaking fantastic.

Sweat dots my forehead as I listen for footsteps. Someone’s close by, muttering something in a singsong fashion. Italian, maybe? I use a wider pick on the lock to try again, though a voice in my head loudly tells me to stop. The door still won’t open, and I want to throw the tension wrench across the room.

Why won’t it work? I can tell the pins in the lock are moving. It should freaking work. The Italian singing in the hall gets louder, more like chanting. Stomach acid burns a strip up my throat. I’m failing, and I don’t do failure.

I stare at my kit, unsure of which pick to use, before acquiescing defeat. My concentration is blown due to the idiot outside. Ben’s adulation will have to wait for another day. I edge my way to the door and peek outside. Some guy in a dark hoodie is kneeling and sprinkling something on the floor. If he’s the cleaning crew, no wonder this place is a mess.

His back is to me, giving me the opportunity to sneak across the hall to the stairway. I step outside and my shoe skids across chalky powder. I flail my arms, eyes going wide.

A bright blue flash blinds me and then there’s nothing.

Although not a native Texan, Carla prides herself on having mastered the correct usage of “y’all” and “bless your heart.” 

Carla is owned by a persnickety kitty, who rules the computer keyboard and only allows Carla to write when demands for cat treats are met.

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Free Giveaway and Spotlight: The Street-Smart Paralegal's Guide to: Getting a Job with a Lawyer or Law Firm

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The Street-Smart Paralegal's Guide
Author: Tina Khera
Genre: Business, Law, Career
ISBN: 978-0-9913464-0-0
Pages: 99

Book Description

Paralegal programs are great to teach you the basics -- how to write, how to analyze, different areas of law, etc. -- but they limit your exposure to what happens next. Sure, a career advisor will spend 1-2 days explaining how to format your resume, how to draft a cover letter and how you can go to them to critique it and get help with your job search, But think about it –- you were just in a class with at least 20-30 other aspiring paralegals who learned the same things you did.

Most job-hunting guides have the same problem. Because they are intended as a general, how-to guide on finding a job, the majority give you a one-size-fits-all approach that may or may not work for you.

The way to get an edge is to make yourself stand out. But how?

Whether you’re a new paralegal looking for your first job, or a more experienced paralegal looking for a new direction for your paralegal career, there is something in this book for you! Learn:

Properly follow up after the interview;
Choose from multiple job offers; and,
Ensure you made the right choice.

Download for Free on Amazon! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B016K4ZH20

About the Author:

Tina Khera is a highly respected paralegal, with an impressive career spanning many years. After graduating from UC San Diego in 1999 with a Bachelor's Degree in Sociology, Tina tried her hand in law school and then decided to complete the Attorney Assistant Training Program at UCLA extension, approved by the American Bar Association.

Tina began her paralegal experience with a construction defect law firm and then with lawyers and law firms in a variety of areas, including contracts, enforcement of judgments, collections, liens and personal injury. For over seven years, she worked for a criminal defense attorney, performing legal research, preparing motions and other paralegal work.

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Book Excerpt:

Most job hunting books start out giving you tips and tricks on how to contact people and companies, how to interview, etc. Most of it is good advice, but all of it is fairly standard.

I hate to say it, but if you’re just starting out, the people in your paralegal program -- not to mention all the graduates from other paralegal programs -- will be reading the same books and following the same advice.

So I’m going to propose something a little different. BEFORE you start with your job search, take some time to figure out what you really want, and make a plan.

Not sure what your plan should be? No problem, I have the answer.

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Sunday, November 19, 2017

An Unconventional Mr. Peadlebody Book Tour and Giveaway for an Audiobook and $10 Amazon Gift Card

An Unconventional Mr. Peadlebody
by D.L. Gardner
Genre: Paranormal Humor 

Rockford Peadlebody dies in a train wreck while traveling with his family, (a rather dysfunctional lot of half-blood vampires) after a flood in Mississippi washes their home away. Once his brother Gerald, his wife Ginger, and son Raymond reach grandpa's estate in Ohio, they are surprised by the news that grandaddy Benjamin Peadlebody has also died. They are now heirs to the infamous Peadlebody manor and all its peculiarities, including the butler, a reserved, tattooed, muscle-man named Richard Cottlebone. 

It seems fishy to Gerald that two untimely deaths in the family happened within a week. Yes, Rockford's demise was of his own doing, but Benjamin's? Perhaps the butler, knows more than he's letting on? 

To prove himself worthy, since he failed to live up to old Benjamin's standards when he was alive, Gerald goes about to unravel the thread of Papa's death. No help comes from Ginger. She's too busy trying to un-vampire herself. And Raymond is in love, but not with his relatives. Gerald soon discovers solving a murder mystery meets with a stone cold reception.

An Excerpt

Ginger's looking for a potion to relieve her and her son Raymond from the curse of vampirism, and she's using the library as a resource.

Once she gained her composure, she looked the librarian square in the face. It wasn't this young woman's fault, but Ginger couldn't hold back the angst.

"None of these books have any of the information that I'm looking for."

The librarian, a young lady in a pink tailored suit, painted fingernails, and a hairstyle that would have put Sandra Dee to shame, raised her eyebrow as she stacked the books neatly, turning each one right side up. She read the titles aloud, one by one, as she pulled the dated cards from the inside covers.

“Dark Magic and the Evil Thereof
Alchemy for Dummies
Infusions 101
Science and the Supernatural
Vampires and their Victims?”

She looked up. Ginger shrugged.

“The Night of the Stalker.”

When she had finished reading the titles, she gave Ginger a scowl.

"Just exactly what are you looking for?"

With a passion for a good wholesome story, Gardner dives into the adult and young adult fantasy genres. She is both a bestselling author and an award winning illustrator who lives in the Pacific Northwest, USA. Dabbling in screenwriting, she's won screenings and a trophy for some of her film projects. 

She loves a tale that ignites imaginations, strengthens friendships, spurs courage and applauds honor. Though she targets her stories for young adults, her books are enjoyed by all ages. 

D.L. Gardner is a columnist for the science fiction and fantasy publication Amazing Stories Magazine.

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Saturday, November 18, 2017

Different, Not Damaged Book Tour and Giveaway for a Signed Book and $10 Amazon Gift Card

Different, Not Damaged
by Andy Peloquin
Genre: Dark Fantasy Short Stories

Strength from Weakness
Disability Becomes Power

Some call them disabilities, but for others they are gifts: 

- A voiceless child painting visions of death. 
- A killer with a deadly message plagued by a burden of guilt. 
- A priestess divinely empowered to absorb others' pain. 
- A soldier fighting for courage in the face of fear. 
- A broken warrior-priest on a mission of vengeance. 
- A thief desperate to escape the burden of his memories. 

Betrayed by mind or body, these people struggle to survive in a grim world that takes no pity on the weak. Yet they will discover that they are simply different, not damaged. 

This collection of dark fantasy short stories will keep you turning the page as you experience life through the eyes of the differently abled.

Pick up this uniquely heart-wrenching book today because you want to feel what it means to live with a disability.

What Readers Are Saying:

This collection of stories keeps you engrossed right through to the end. - S.S. 

These stories about people trying to overcome, or at least come to terms with, the hardships of their lives. Worth the read! - T.E. 

This is one of those books that leaves you wanting more. - S.S

Different, Not Damaged Excerpt

The remnants of last night's snowfall squelched under Dahvynd's heavy boots. The rising sun had driven back the chill and turned the lanes of the Merchant's Quarter into a mess of puddles, rivulets, and muddy tracks.

Seraphina stood outside his shop, a bundle clasped in her arms. "There you are! And here's me worrying you'd overslept."

Dahvynd forced a smile. He hadn't overslept, or slept a whole night through, in more than a decade.
The seamstress thrust the bundle toward him. "All nicely ripped, just like you asked."

"Thank you." He fumbled in his pocket for the key. "I'll send Karrl 'round soon as he shows."

Seraphina waved him away. "You're good for it, I know." With a smile, she picked her way back up the muddy street toward her haberdashery.

Dahvynd watched her go, couldn't help himself. Seraphina's beauty entranced him. Not like his Killia, but…

He brushed the thought aside. No sense in that kind of thinking. She bore burden enough caring for her own three children.

For a moment, Dahvynd stood on the stoop, content to bask in the sunlight and feel the warmth on his face. Wagons rumbled up the muddy streets, splashing bundled pedestrians. Daylight made even the mud-spattered shops of the Merchant's Quarter seem brighter.

Taking one last breath of the bracing air, Dahvynd unlocked the door and stepped inside the stuffy tailor's shop. After starting the fire, he shed hat, scarf, and cloak, then fumbled at the bright ribbon Seraphina liked to use to hold her bundles tight. One by one, he held up the items and studied them with a critical eye.

Seraphina did good work with the seams. She ripped neatly, never so much as slicing a delicate thread of lace. She was certainly far more delicate than the Legion's surgeons.

The skills that had saved Dahvynd's life—and those of countless comrades—provided him a way to earn a living after his discharge. Similar stitches, mostly, though lace and linen were more delicate than flesh. Less messy, too, and easier to do with one hand.

He'd spent the better part of two years training the fingers of his left hand to grip the needle. His mangled right hand lacked dexterity. At least it served to hold the material in place. And Seraphina could rip the seams when he made a mistake. It was easier to start afresh the next day than try to handle the tiny dagger himself. The quiver that ran through his hand had destroyed far too many costly fabrics.

He turned over the last jacket in the bundle. A fragment of black thread hung from the stitch Seraphina had missed. He froze, hands trembling. The ghost of screams tugged at the corners of his mind. Soft leather shifted in his grip, turning into crimson-stained flesh. Black cord snaked through layers of skin as he fought to close Corporal Garvey’s leg. Dark arterial blood pumped from the wound, but he would not yield. He had to stop the bleeding before—

Chest heaving, Dahvynd hurled the jacket away and rushed to his chair. The needle dipped and darted into Mistress Alahnah’s dress as he forced himself to take deep, calming breaths. His world narrowed to the soft gown, the delicate white strands, and the shining length of metal in his hand. Every shred of willpower went into keeping his mind focused on the work, his eyes fixed on that needle.

The thread came alive in his hands, and Dahvynd watched the patterns take shape. He didn’t control them; they seemed to guide him, pulling him into the complex web of string and fabric until the memories—indeed, the world around him—faded into nothing. He could live like this: disconnected from everything save for needle and thread.

A silvery tinkling snapped him from his trance. Dahvynd blinked at the two men entering the shop, taking note of their thick arms and sloping foreheads.

"Gentlemen." He nodded. "I'm not takin’ new requests right now, but—"

One—a hulking fellow who reminded Dahvynd of the white mountain apes common beyond the Frozen Sea—slammed a hairy hand down on the counter. "You know why we're here, tailor."

Dahvynd's eyes dropped to the brand tattooed on the man's forearm. Crimson dripped from a hand, the five too-long fingers tipped with razor claws.

He spoke in a measured voice. "I've no interest in the Bloody Hand's business. And we'll have no problem, s'long as you steer clear of mine."

The second man—bull-necked, and with a face like crushed gravel—growled. "Ye are the Bloody Hand's business." He looked around the cluttered shop. "All this cloth…shame if it somehow caught fire or got stolen. Thankfully, we're here to make sure nothing happens to yer precious property."

The mountain ape leered. "And alls it'll cost you is one imperial a month. In gra-tee-tude for our services, as it were."

Dahvynd set aside the dress and stood. Bull-neck and ape-man's eyes widened a fraction as he rose to his full height. He could see them measuring his arms—of a size with their own, and strengthened from years of swinging shield and sword rather than the wooden clubs that hung from their belts. No Legionnaire had ever accused Dahvynd of being compact.

Once, Dahvynd would have vaulted the counter and let his fists do the talking. Even before years of hard training in the Legion, he'd walked away victorious from more than his share of fights. That was before Killia. Before he'd nearly caved in a man's skull in a blind rage.

Another side effect of the damned battles. The tremor in his hands was the first indication of another episode. If he let the memories take him, he'd have little control over his actions. His left hand had begun to tremble like a leaf in a hurricane.

The wooden counter creaked in his grip, and the two thugs' eyes narrowed. Dahvynd made no move to attack. His left hand sought the thin band of metal around his right wrist.

Strength and Courage. He took a deep breath.

"Best you turn right around." He jerked his chin toward the door. "As it stands, you and me got no quarrel."

Bull-neck sneered. "And if ye want to keep it that way, ye’ll pay what—"

Dahvynd took a step toward the counter, looming over the men. "Leave now, and I'll forget I saw your faces."

Man-ape flinched and took a step back, but recovered a moment later. "Don't be foolish."

Dahvynd rested his left hand atop the handle of the wooden baton Killia had insisted he keep behind the counter.

Bull-neck's hand went to his own club. Man-ape stopped him. "You're making a mistake, tailor." He nudged his companion toward the door. "We won't be as friendly next time." The bell gave an angry jangle as they left.

Gasping, Dahvynd wrenched his hand from the club. His left hand trembled so violently it set his shoulder quaking. He hadn't touched a weapon since…

His fingers fumbled for the silver band as he dropped into his chair. He pulled his knees to his chest, closed his eyes, and forced himself to take deep breaths. Ragged threads of memory—water soaking his boots, the reek of blood, the ululating battle calls rising from a thousand barbarian throats—rushed into his consciousness. He ran his thumb over the smooth metal, letting the familiar feel soothe him and drive back sights, sounds, and sensations he ached to forget.

Strength and Courage, Dahvynd, he repeated, as Killia had so many times. Strength and Courage.

I am, first and foremost, a storyteller and an artist -- words are my palette. Fantasy is my genre of choice, and I love to explore the darker side of human nature through the filter of fantasy heroes, villains, and everything in between. I'm also a freelance writer, a book lover, and a guy who just loves to meet new people and spend hours talking about my fascination for the worlds I encounter in the pages of fantasy novels. 

Fantasy provides us with an escape, a way to forget about our mundane problems and step into worlds where anything is possible. It transcends age, gender, religion,race, or lifestyle -- it is our way of believing what cannot be, delving into the unknowable, and discovering hidden truths about ourselves and our world in a brand-new way. Fiction at its very best!

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Friday, November 17, 2017

Of Dreams and Dragons Book Tour and Giveaway for a $50 Amazon Gift Card or Swag Pack

Of Dreams and Dragons
by Karpov Kinrade
Genre: YA Epic Fantasy

From USA Today bestselling author, Karpov Kinrade, Of Dreams and Dragons begins an incredible tale of magic and wonder and love. For fans of Throne of Glass, Harry Potter, and Game of Thrones, experience a story of epic proportions.

The day darkness descends into my life begins like any other. 

Taking care of the kids I call my own. Fighting fires in my small Northern California town. How could I have known evil walked my streets and would soon rip apart my world? 

But death comes for us all, and when a stranger with mysterious abilities shows up demanding payment for a promise I never made, I refuse. When he kidnaps my baby sister, I fight back. 

And I discover the power of the dragons within me. 

Now, I must leave everything behind and travel to a world of magic and wonder in order to train with a charismatic dragon lord, in the hopes that one day… 

I can save my sister. 

Or make her killer pay with blood. 

But nothing in this world is what it appears. And my closest friends are keeping secrets from me. 

Secrets that could tear the worlds apart.

"Absolutely amazing!" – Kayla Erickson ★★★★★

"A book I would read again and again" – Alyssa Williams ★★★★★

"run out and grab a copy" - Mindy S ★★★★★

"Karpov Kinrade's words are magic, painting a picture in your mind that stays forever." - Courtney Cole, New York Times bestselling author

An Excerpt from Of Dreams and Dragons

Out of darkness was born the first dragon, Alandel, and she had nine children. Nir and Gai, Ava and Inf, Heln and Spri, Var and Min and Undi. When their mother died, the elder dragons divided her body amongst themselves. Var took her flame. Min took her blood. Undi her eyes, and Spri her wings. Inf took her scales and Gai her bones. Ava took her heart and Heln her spirit. And last Nir took her mind. And with what they took, each elder dragon formed a world for themselves, and so the Nine Worlds were born.

Nir, however, was not content with simply land. Why have land but no one to share it with, he asked? And so, using the last pieces of Alandel’s mind, he created mankind. He treated them as his children, and taught them how to master fire, how to tame water, how to grow crops and build homes. Nir enjoyed people so much, he took their form often for himself, and one day, even fell in love with a woman. They bore three children together, the first High Dragons, blood of both dragon and man.

It was not long until the other elder dragons grew jealous of Nir and his children. They too wanted the company of people, and so they approached Nir, asking for people of their own. The elder dragon Nir said he would let his children decide whether they wanted to live in other worlds or not.

Gai, who had taken her mother’s bones, had built a large world full of mountains and seas and rivers and lakes, and some people said they would go to her world. Ava had built a world of flying islands and deep caves, and some people too said they would go there to live. Other people preferred other worlds. But Var had built a world of fire, and Min a world of ice, and no people chose to join them there. The two elder dragons grew furious. If they could not have mankind on their worlds, they said, then they would take the other worlds for themselves. And so, a great war began.

For millennium, the elder dragons battled each other, until it is said only Nir, the smartest, and Var, the strongest, remained. The two were equal on the field of battle, and so Nir devised a plan. We can continue for another millennium, said Nir, and accomplish nothing, or we can divide the worlds between us and have peace. But there are Nine Worlds, said Var. How do we divide them fairly?

We split one world in half, said Nir, and each take one side. Var agreed.

And so the elder dragons met on the world of Ava, and together they prepared to cast a powerful spell to split the world in two. We stand on different sides of this river, said Nir, for this river is in the middle of this world, and this way it will be fair. Var agreed. And so they cast the spell. A giant blade of light fell from the sky to tear the world in two, but it did not fall upon the river, for you see, Nir had lied. The river did not split the world in half, instead it was the field that Var now stood upon. And thus the blade of light fell upon Var himself, tearing his body, instead of the world, in two.

What Nir did not know however, was that Var was pregnant, and when Var died, from his stomach spilled a thousand dragons. They spread throughout the worlds, killing mankind and feeding off their Spirits. In days, almost all the people were dead, and so Nir did the only thing he could. He used all his strength to draw the dragons together and cast a wall of light around them, cutting them off from Spirit and man. So powerful was the spell, that Nir gave his own life to cast it. And so, the final elder dragon died to save his children, and the age of the Ancients ended. But some say Nir is not dead, just asleep, regaining his strength, and when mankind needs him once more, the elder dragon will awaken.


Kaden pauses, letting his words sink in.

His mythology is so different from the ones I grew up hearing. It reminds me of a children’s fable more than real history, and it would be easy to call it trivial. But I’ve seen too much dismiss the fantastical anymore. And I have a feeling I'm about to see a lot more.

Kaden stands and throws on his long black coat. “I can see the questions in your eyes," he says, "but it is time. The stars are aligned.” He holds out his hand to me, and I take it, and he guides me to a fountain amidst the olive trees. The shallow water shimmers in the light, casting our pale reflections back at us. Kaden pulls a coin from his pocket and flips it in the fountain, and the surface of the waves changes. Where once the water seemed shallow, it now seems of infinite depth. Where once it seemed chaotic, it now seems as still as a mirror. And where once the stars seemed but a reflection, they now seem to shine from beyond the waves.

“Are you ready?” asks Kaden.

I nod.

And together we jump into the fountain.

Karpov Kinrade is the pen name for the husband and wife entertainment duo Lux and Dmytry Karpov-Kinrade, aka The KK Duo. 

Together, they write award-winning, internationally and USAT bestselling books, make music, create art, write screenplays and direct -- all the things. 

Look for more from Karpov Kinrade in the Vampire Girl series, The Nightfall Chronicles and The Forbidden Trilogy. If you’re looking for their suspense and romance titles, you’ll find those under Alex Lux. 

Check out their music by clicking on the Music tab. 

They live in wine country California with their three offspring who have crazy creative genius oozing out of them in the form of music, art, performance, and all the things, and too many cats who all think they rule the world (spoiler alert: they do).

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