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Five Must Read Books for Romantic Fantasy Lovers

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Are you a reader who loves romance and fantasy, especially when combined into one entertaining plot? If so, check out our recommended romantic fantasy books below!

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A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses #2)
by Sarah J. Maas

Feyre survived Amarantha’s clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can’t forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin’s people.

Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.

With more than a million copies sold of her beloved Throne of Glass series, Sarah J. Maas’s masterful storytelling brings this second book in her seductive and action-packed series to new heights.


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The Star-Touched Queen (The Star-Touched Queen #1)
by Roshani Chokshi

Fate and fortune. Power and passion. What does it take to be the queen of a kingdom when you’re only seventeen?

Maya is cursed. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of Death and Destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father’s kingdom. Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran’s queen, she finds her voice and power. As Amar’s wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Protection. Desire…

But Akaran has its own secrets — thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most. . .including herself.

A lush and vivid story that is steeped in Indian folklore and mythology. The Star-touched Queen is a novel that no reader will soon forget.


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Stolen Songbird (The Malediction Trilogy #1)
by Danielle L. Jensen

For five centuries, a witch’s curse has bound the trolls to their city beneath the mountain. When Cécile de Troyes is kidnapped and taken beneath the mountain, she realises that the trolls are relying on her to break the curse.

Cécile has only one thing on her mind: escape. But the trolls are clever, fast, and inhumanly strong. She will have to bide her time…

But the more time she spends with the trolls, the more she understands their plight. There is a rebellion brewing. And she just might be the one the trolls were looking for…


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The Raven King (The Raven Cycle #4)
by Maggie Stiefvater

Nothing living is safe. Nothing dead is to be trusted.

For years, Gansey has been on a quest to find a lost king. One by one, he’s drawn others into this quest: Ronan, who steals from dreams; Adam, whose life is no longer his own; Noah, whose life is no longer a lie; and Blue, who loves Gansey…and is certain she is destined to kill him.

Now the endgame has begun. Dreams and nightmares are converging. Love and loss are inseparable. And the quest refuses to be pinned to a path.


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Water’s Wrath (Air Awakens #4)
by Elise Kova

Librarian turned sorcerer. Sorcerer turned hero. Hero turned puppet.

The Solaris Empire found victory in the North and, at the cost of her heart and her innocence, Vhalla Yarl has earned her freedom. But the true fight is only beginning as the secret forces that have been lurking in the shadows, tugging at the strings of Vhalla’s fate, finally come to light. Nowhere is safe, and Vhalla must tread carefully or else she’ll fall into the waiting arms of her greatest foe. Or former lover.


Readers, what are some of your favorite romantic fantasy books? Share your suggestions in the comment section below!

Christian Fantasy Spotlight: The Stonegate Sword by Harry James Fox @Foxwarepub

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Christian Fantasy, Dystopian, Adventure and Romance

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Stonegate #1

BRONZE MEDAL winner in the 2016 Global Ebook Awards in the Fiction – Fantasy/Alternate History category.
Winner of the Pinnacle Book Achievement Award for Summer, 2016 “Best Book in the Category of CHRISTIAN FANTASY.”
Award-Winning Finalist in the “Fiction: Religious” category of the 2015 International Book Awards

Do you love historical fiction, knights in armor and romance? How about a tale with all of these set in future North America? Escape to a passionate world of danger, love, war and redemption — the world of Stonegate.

The Old Empire is gone

But tales still tell of marvels from long ago-flying machines and devices run by the power of lightning. Now grass grows in the streets and rusted hulks are all that remain of the proud machines. A new time of troubles now threatens. The free towns of the rugged mountains and plains are in the path of conquest. The Prophet’s armies are coming, filled with hatred and armed with terrible, rediscovered weapons. Donald of Fisher, outcast and alone, is in the path of the march, searching for Rachel, who has been captured by the Raiders-minions of the Prophet. But how can he find and rescue one small captive in a wilderness teeming with enemies? And even if he succeeds, should he wield his sword beside the tiny band of defenders? Is Donald to become yet another victim, or is he, just possibly, the deliverer promised in prophecy? What can one person do in the face of a war that will shape the future of a continent?

Brilliantly crafted and epic in scope, this is a book you won’t want to put down!

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Sweat trickled down Don’s dusty forehead and burned its way into his eyes. He rubbed at it with the back of an equally sweaty hand, accomplishing nothing. The coat of mail dragged at his shoulders, as did the iron-rimmed kite shield that bumped the back of his neck and the pack that hung at his side. His left hip was rubbed raw from the sword belt. Grimly, he toiled up the hill, using his ferruled spear as a staff, stepping in the footsteps of the man in front of him.
Short tufts of sedge and bluegrass gave a sparse green carpet to the slope. It also had shrubby clumps of cliff-rose and bitterbrush scattered lower down. A few scattered serviceberry bushes were in early bloom, their white blossoms bursting forth like living snowballs. A rock wren came up from behind them, perched a dozen yards ahead, then flew on without a sound. The hilltop, as he saw when they reached it, was also grassy but with several rock outcrops that came together along the northwestern face, forming a low cliff, perhaps eight feet high and thirty yards long.
A cool breeze blew in their faces as Gray John’s troop crossed over to the far side of the hilltop where they could look toward the south. They saw a steep hill below them, nearly free of trees, but the valley below had a willow thicket that partially hid a stream. Further south, a thick forest of spruce and fir flanked a ridge that rose sharply up but not nearly as high as the point on which they stood. At their frosty-haired leader’s order, they dropped their equipment in a line on the east side of the level crest, and wearily sank to the ground nearby.
Told to rest, Don was only too glad to obey. Just before he dozed off in a cat nap, he saw a scattered line of skirmishers forming lower down the hill to the south and west, helms shining in the morning sun, war spears in their hands.
The nap was not a long one, and great shouts awakened him. He jumped to his feet along with the rest of the Red Axes, who quickly formed a line just below the crest of the hill. Gray John calmly organized their placement, and then they waited. But no Raiders were anywhere to be seen, no matter how hard they looked.
But somehow the black conifers gave a hint of an unnatural presence on the far side of the valley. Perhaps it was his imagination, but the jays that scolded someone or something unseen gave rise to that feeling. Then he heard that the keen-eyed scouts below had seen something at the wood-line, like many men moving, and the air hung heavy with tension.
Without further warning, with a shrill cry and a blast of horns, a dark wave of men exploded from the dark woods below. Quickly fording the small stream, they loped across the narrow floor of the valley like a pack of wolves scenting a blooded prey.

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Harry James “Jim” Fox has ridden horseback over much of the landscape that appears in his novels, since he was born and raised on a ranch in western Colorado. His love of horses and ancient/medieval weapons, as well as his military training (US Army Command and General Staff College, Air Force War College) make his discussion of military matters (ancient and modern) gripping and credible.

His first book, “CrossCurrents” was a finalist in the International Book Awards competition.
His novel, “The Stonegate Sword” was an Award-Winning Finalist in the 2015 International Book Awards Competition. It also is a 5-Star rated book by Reader’s Choice.

He has a B.S. and M. S. from Colorado State University, College of Forestry and Natural Resources, a Ph.D. in Theology, and has served as an army officer, natural resource manager, counterintelligence agent, pastor, missionary and seminary teacher. He currently serves as an elder of Calvary Baptist Church in Las Cruces, New Mexico.

Jim was raised in a Christian home. He accepted Jesus Christ as his personal savior in 1949 (age 7) at an old-fashioned tent revival. A few years after his marriage to Carroll, his wife of nearly 47 years, both became active in a small church in Arizona, and have actively served Christ together ever since.

His novel, The Stonegate Sword, wan the bronze medal in the “Fiction: Fantasy/Alternate History” category of the 2016 Global eBook Awards.

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Fantasy Book Spotlight: Fallen Tiers by Cheryl Matthynssens @balanceguide

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Fantasy, Magical Realism, Sword and Sorcery

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The Blue Dragon’s Geas Book 5

Release Date: 5/12/2017

Premiering on May 12, Fallen Tiers is the final book in the Blue Dragon’s Geas.

From the appearance of a mysterious egg to the onslaught of a vicious storm, Alador must now decide when to move against his Uncle. How will he protect Rena’s egg? Can he save people from a storm of his own making, from the winter before? Can he really eliminate the well entrenched High Minister, who also happens to be his uncle. This last task must be done.. or he will fail his Geas given by the Blue Dragon. Failure of a major geas only ends in death. Alador is fairly certain attempting to remove his uncle will also end in death. Which death will our young hero choose or will he surprise them all and complete the Geas, releasing him from a predestined path he would have never chosen.

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Luthian indicated a chair by the fire.  “I am pleased you could attend me so quickly.  My nephew has informed me that we are in for quite the storm.  As the leader of the stone mages, I need you to send people down to seal our storehouses.”  He waited until she sat down to continue.

“Of course, I am fully aware that our staples are stored beneath the city.” She frowned, her placid face worsened with the grimace.  “We have had storms before. The water has never breached the storehouses, High Minister.”

“Please, we are alone… call me Luthian.”  He smiled, but it was more because the calculated familiarity had its desired effect. The lady smile demurely and dropped her gaze, her cheeks taking on the rosy coloring again.

“Alador has warned me that there will be a wave of an unusual height.  I also know that it will land when the tide is at its highest.” He sighed with a bit of forced distress. “I would rather be safe for our people than regret a lack of action. We have little time.”

Caterine rose immediately.  “Then I had best be off to see the task done.” She turned to head for the door.

Luthian caught her arm.  “One moment, I think we might have an opportunity that would profit us both.” He paused until she turned back to look at him, her face full of her confusion.  “Do you still have ill will toward our Trench Lord?”

Caterine’s face-hardened at the mention of Sordith’s title.  With Luthian’s order to assist in the covering of the trench, she had been insulted to find herself working under the Trench Lord’s direction.

“He is not in my favor,” she admitted, her voice hoarse with distaste.

“And those in the trench? Your thoughts on them?” Luthian pressed.

“It is filthy and contains a forsaken lot who are barely more than animals.” Her fingers brushed across her robe as though the mere thought of the trench and its inhabitants made her feel dirty.

Luthian nodded gravely as she played into his hands.  “I feel much the same.  May I suggest a little foul play?” He dipped his head in acknowledgement as a conniving look flashed in her eyes. He had chosen his mage correctly.

“What did you have in mind?” she cooed.

“Send your troublesome mages, those you have concerns over into the trench to seal them against the weather.  This does need done.  Once they are fully occupied, you seal the trench from the first tier.”

“I fail to see what good this will do either of us?”  She eyed him a bit warily.

“I have been told the wave will fully engulf the trench.  The falling rain…” he indicated the window, “needs an outlet as it drains down the tiers, so sealing it against this wave is not an option.”

“You plan to drown them?”  She considered the idea.

“It is such a fine opportunity, don’t you agree? I can assure you that no mages will interfere.  General Levielle is even now giving the order that there is to be no movement between the tiers.” Luthian’s voice was soft and suggestive.

Luthian could tell that her calculating mind was already lining up as she realized what would occur.  “I merely point out an opportunity for us both to rid ourselves of… What did you call them… a filthy and forsaken lot of animals?  The level of crime moving up the tiers is increasing.  It is time we cleansed ourselves of those that do not have enough skill to be of use to the upper tiers.”  He waved his hands in dismissal, as though changing his mind. He lightened his tone.  “What am I thinking? No… We should not.  Why people might hold you accountable for such an act.” He shook his head. “I fear I fell into a bit of whimsical fantasy.  It is hardly a proper plan.”  He sighed with exasperation.  “I just don’t know when another chance might present itself…”

“I can seal them without detection,” Lady Caterine offered.

“Could you?”   He looked a bit amazed, but inwardly he felt like the angler setting his hook.  “I don’t know…  It would have to be our secret.” He tapped his lip thoughtfully.

She moved to him, a bit of hopeful familiarity emerged as she laid a hand upon his robe.  “I can keep secrets, Luthian,” she murmured.

She gazed up at him for a long hopeful minute.  Luthian sighed inwardly. Some sacrifices had to be made when one was attempting to keep his hands clean.   He bent his head to let his lips hover just above hers.

“Then let me send you on your way,” his soft words for her ears alone.  He laid his lips against hers – revolted at the cold fish like kiss she attempted to return.  “I will see you as soon as you have finished.  We can… share other secrets,” he promised.

She nodded happily and turned, hurrying from the room to order her least favorite mages sent to seal the storehouse.

Luthian wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as soon as the door shut.  Thankfully, he would not be keeping that promise.  The woman kissed worse than a virgin.

He turned back toward his desk, seeing Severent step from the side door.  “Is the plan still as we discussed, milord?”  He was dressed in drab grays and browns.  Luthian knew that if he walked the lower tiers, he would likely never notice the man. Here in his office filled with rich tones, he stood out.

“Yes, all is in place as we discussed.  The occupants of the trench will have only one way out.  Through panic or storm, we should see the population diminish greatly.”  Luthian chuckled.  “And the current level of dedication in our Trench Lord means I will likely lose him as well.  Pity… the man had a head for business.”

Severent nodded and glanced at the door, then back at Luthian.  “And the woman?”

Luthian did not hesitate.  “As soon as the last wall is in place… kill her.”

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Cheryl Matthynssens was born in Upland, California, holds a teaching degree and is a licensed addictions counselor. This has allowed her to interview hundreds of personalities over her career.
She loves that everyone is unique and this appreciation and interest has informed and inspired her writing.

Matthynssens enjoys the universe of fantasy for the way it connects to the mind’s creativity and imagination as a colorful escape to distant lands of mystical beasts and fantastic quests where the hero really does save the day. As she’s matured artistically, Matthynssens has found writing to be a comforting counterbalance to a world where beloved characters don’t always get back up after they fall down.

Matthynssens currently lives in Wenatchee, Washington, and has four beautiful children and four wonderful grandchildren.

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Fantasy Book: The Rise of the Sidhe by Christina George @RiseoftheSidhe

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Genres: The story is an Action/ Adventure set in 1916. It encompasses elements of the 1916 Rising and Irish myth and would belong in the Fantasy genre.


Bran—a war weary veteran of many conflicts has always closely guarded a dark secret. Now, as he fights for the survival of his men in the brutal trenches, his past has come back to haunt him. Rioghnach, a dark fairy woman, has arisen after centuries beneath the ground. She has been driven mad and power-hungry by her imprisonment. Bran must put aside his loyalties and finally return home. Ireland is a land on the verge of political turmoil and civil unrest. As the time of the Easter Rising draws near a sequence of events will begin to unravel that could bring about an age of darkness. Bran holds the key to their salvation but it could bring about a fate worse than death.

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Things seemed to have gone quiet up above as he stopped, the men behind him holding their breath for him to listen. He thought he had heard something through the earthen walls enfolding them but, as the seconds trickled by, the stillness reassured him and he began to crawl on. The air was thinner down here, making it a struggle to keep going, the exertion of pulling themselves along by their elbows slowly draining their strength. The explosives in his satchel were pressing against his side as he tried to shuffle through the ground works.

The boys were nervous, the tension even more palpable than usual. The number of explosions had increased a lot in the last few weeks. The cave-ins had taken friends from all the men and the most experienced diggers had succumbed to the German offensive. Bran was nervous too. His boys weren’t like the diggers – men who had worked in mines and dig works for years before the war. They were fearless, those large men with their gruff northern accents and their dislike of the upper class officers. His lads were just normal Tommie’s; they were young and scared and didn’t like going underground. It wasn’t natural. They felt trapped.

He stopped again, swearing he felt movement through the ground. His sudden stop halted the other men as the boy at the back, barley eighteen, began to whimper. ‘Quiet’, the harsh whisper chastised him as Bran froze; the sound of breathing seemed loaded and clumsy as it became trapped between the walls of the tunnel. The other men trusted Bran’s judgement. He was a bit of a legend among the trenches, his knack for coming back alive when all around him died was enough cause for the men to listen when he talked. It was this that went against him with his superiors. They did not like the men raising lowly captains to higher stations than themselves. The superstitions of the lower ranks was a constant pain for the officers, their men not wanting to obey direct orders because they had a “bad feeling” about it. It had to be stamped out and talk of this Irish soldier, with his ‘good luck’ and ‘sixth sense’ about things, angered them all the more.

Bran pulled the glove from his right hand with his teeth and sank his fingers into the dirt of the floor beneath his belly. He shut his eyes to concentrate. Nothing seemed to move. Then he felt it, a dragging close by. He squeezed his eyes all the tighter, straining his ears. The vibration he sent out was miniscule, undetectable but he saw what he needed to. He turned his head awkwardly in the tight space until he could see Jones in the harsh lamp light. The perspiration from the heat and the fear was running in droplets from his brow down his nose. He signalled with his hand to go back as the boys began to silently crawl backwards on the long ascent to the top.

As they got higher the tunnel became wider allowing the men to walk, if hunched down, as they awkwardly plodded ever upward, the relief added to by the fresher air the higher they crawled. ‘Say it and stop sulking Jones,’ Bran chastised as he struggled with the bag he carefully protected at his side.

‘There’s going to be trouble about this. They will have your head for turning the lads back’, Jones groaned in his heavy Newcastle accent. He faced Bran, looking into the bright blue eyes of the man he respected but could not understand. The other boys pushed onwards, eager to get back up top, allowing Bran and Jones the privacy to speak.

‘There was nothing to be done. There is a German tunnel. It’s about to intersect ours just ahead of the point we were crawling to’ Bran explained, becoming impatient with Jones’ worrying. ‘I’m not sure if they were aware of our tunnel but they were either going to come through the walls at us or plant explosives themselves. I’m not putting the lads at risk for nothing.’ Jones got the puckered skin between his brows that came when he thought for too long about how Bran knew these things. He took a deep breath of the thick pungent air as he looked at the dirt streaked face of his captain.

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Christina George is an Irish writer based in Dundalk, Co. Louth. She mainly writes Fiction with an emphasis on Fantasy. Her academic background is in the arts. After completing her undergraduate with a BA in Cultural studies in 2008 she went on to study for an MA in Comparative Literature in Dublin City University. Her first novel The Rise of the Sidhe has recently been released for Kindle on Amazon. She is currently working in the Heritage sector in County Louth and outlining a new writing project.





Young Adult Fantasy Spotlight: The Mansion’s Twins by Rose Channing @RoseMChanning

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Young Adult, Fantasy

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At the Crossworlds Book 1

A beautiful, magical world has been ravaged by a terrible storm. Homes were destroyed, families torn apart, and even the sweetest magic twisted by darkness. Even years later, the world remains damaged, unbalanced, and dangerous, waiting for someone who might restore what was lost. Only the magic of twins has a chance, but the birth of twins is exceedingly rare.

In our own world, Ellie and Savannah know nothing of this. They know nothing of other worlds, magic, or even each other. Until magic blooms inside, them and draws them together. After years of feeling alone, raised apart and in the wrong world, the twin sisters are reunited at last. They find their way home, and discover their destiny.

The girls are welcomed into a grand mansion, the safest place in the aftermath of the storm. There, they learn who they are and what they have to do. To restore the world, they must travel through the mansion to the center of magic and reset the balance.

They discover their magical abilities, find joy and friendship in the mansion’s family, and face the dangers of the storm’s left-behind magic. The journey to the center of magic is full of twists and turns, magic and excitement. Ellie and Savannah support each other to overcome obstacles along the way, knowing the whole world is depending on them.

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The ground shook beneath her feet as she ran. The air felt wrong, and even the halls she’d grown up in were suddenly unrecognizable. It wasn’t only the shouts and blinding lights that made it so. Battle was familiar to her, but this was more than just another fight.
Someone in front of her screamed. That was all the warning she had before fireballs flew in her direction. She reacted quickly, throwing up a shield against them. Heat seeped through her protective bubble, but nothing more could reach her. Yet even when that attack was over, she knew she was far from safe. The room was beginning to collapse, and a horde of enemies stood in every direction between her and a way out.
The all too familiar sensation of terror began to overwhelm her. She took a breath, allowing herself to pause for a moment. It was a technique she had taught herself, to find a quiet space in her mind even in the heat of battle. She couldn’t stop moving for a moment, but she could find stillness somewhere within.
 This is for you, she reminded herself, bringing an image of her husband and children into her mind. I’ll find you again, no matter what… She couldn’t let herself believe those last brief kisses were real goodbyes, couldn’t dare imagine that all her little girls would have left of her was a short, handwritten letter.
Leaving all fears behind, she threw herself into the fight, taking strength from the memories of her family.
I will find you again. Whatever happens, I’ll find a way.

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Rose Channing has been a believer in magic and other worlds since childhood, and set out on a journey to bring those worlds and magic to life. She lives in the mansion with Ellie and Savannah, most of the time. When she can get outside her fantasy land, she lives in Oregon with her loud and loving family, a fat lazy cat, and a lot of nonsense-filled notebooks.

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