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Urban Fantasy Spotlight and Author Q&A: Mage Emergence by Christopher George @CGNovels

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Urban Fantasy, Contemporary Adventure

mage emergence

Release Date: December 15, 2017

War sweeps across the globe as a minor conflagration is turned into a major world war. Mages have emerged from the shadows and turned on each other after generations of hiding. As the conventional war fizzles to a close, the real war continues – the war for supremacy amongst Mages.

Devon, broken and crippled by his former Master has determined that none of his kind should survive the evil that they have unleashed on the world. Though physically weak, his Mana has never been greater as he seeks out the one thing he cannot find – revenge against his former Master.

No one has seen or heard from Victor Whittlesea in six years, however Devon knows that a final confrontation is coming and that his only hope is to discover a way to kill a man who cannot die.

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And so we come to the end. It is fitting that my ending takes place where I began. It is also perhaps fitting that I am surrounded by the ruins of the city in which I was born. This is my legacy. I leave behind me only waste and desolation.  Those who come after me will not remember my name fondly. Any friends and family who still remain behind will not even know I have passed. There will be no one to mourn my name when I am gone. Yet, I am content. This is as it should be.

My name is Devon Wills and I am going to die very soon. I can feel it in my bones. I can taste it in the very air around me. With each passing moment I become more certain that I will not survive the night. Even as I kill more of those sent to end me, I know it is simply a matter of time. I have already dispatched three teams of soldiers who sought to kill me, but it will not be such as those that will be my downfall – it will be my former master.  I glance down at my watch uncertainly. It’s past time. He is late.

My former master is Victor Whittlesea and he is never unintentionally late.

I grip the mobile phone in my pocket nervously as I glance across the city. I’m not looking at the city as it is now, with its fallen towers and burning streets. I’m not seeing the scavengers hiding in bolt holes and sewers. Their fates don’t interest me. I look past the gangs and marauders who have taken control of the streets since all order had fallen. No, I’m looking at the city as it had once been.

God knows it hasn’t been perfect – we’ve had homelessness and graffiti, vandalism and muggings in the past – but it was better than this. It had worked.  It deserves better than this. I remember shopping with my father at a small supermarket that was now a pile of rubble. I had eaten at a restaurant that has since been gutted and opened to the elements. I had probably ridden the exact tram car that was now smashed and lying abandoned in the middle of the street.

I don’t care to see the people on the street below now, as they fight and kill each other.  I know in my heart that many are just victims of circumstance and they aren’t truly responsible for their actions, but it doesn’t really make much difference at the end of the day. A starving man killing another for tinned fruit is still just as damaged as a psychopath who kills for pleasure. The damage is still done and there is no coming back. I know all too well the damage done by being forced to commit murder. I have killed many times and I will kill again, once more at least.

I still see those who have fallen before me when I close my eyes. I hear their death screams and I remember the light as it left their eyes. Yes, there is truly no coming back from inflicting death. I am broken, but I am not unusual in that. Everyone in the city below me is broken in one way or another. I wonder how many new damaged souls have been created as our ‘war’ intensifies across the globe. It had begun so simply and has spiralled out of control so quickly.

Our kind spread like wildfire across the globe as we turned upon each other in righteous fury. We fought each other in an attempt to prove our dominance over one another and we had dragged the rest of the world along with us.

I had chosen to stand against my kind. I saw them as nothing more than a cancer on the face of world that needed purging. We were the evil. We were the ones who had started all this. Our quest for power had brought the old world down. I knew the hypocrisy of my statement, as amongst my peers I was the most responsible, but that just meant I had to be the one to do something. Many of my kind had fallen to me, but there were always more. As the war expanded across Europe and then into the United States I realised I could no longer work alone. The collateral damage was too much. This war needed to end.

What had started as a conventional war had twisted into something new, something more dangerous – a mage war.  In a conventional war, the winner is usually determined by who has the better tech. A mage war winner is determined by one simple factor – power. Whichever side has the more powerful mages wins.

That didn’t matter to me though. With every fallen mage on both sides, my objectives would be furthered. The death of my kind would relieve the shackles held around the world’s throat. This war would pass, and people would recover, and the countries and economies would regrow. Soon the world would return to the old ways and it would be as if our kind never existed. I was a fool. It had taken me far too long to see this simple truth: the old world was gone. In the end I was forced to come to the same conclusion as everyone else. There simply wasn’t enough left to save. Our war had changed everything.

Only one true relic remains from the old world: my former master. And I am going to remedy that tonight.

Victor is here; he has been for some time now. He isn’t hiding from me. He is far too sure of himself for that. So why does he delay? I am here, alone and unarmed. Well, at least as unarmed as our kind can be.  Why hasn’t he struck me down yet? I’m sure it’s not through a lack of motivation. He’s already tried to kill me before.

He had almost been successful, too, on several occasions. Instead he had left me crippled and broken. Only my magic prevented my injuries from seriously handicapping me. I had used Mana to make myself powerful once again. I had used it to keep myself mobile. I had used it because I had no other choice.  Without my powers I was as feeble as a child, barely able to walk or hold myself upright, but with them I was unstoppable.

Victor and I are probably the last two most powerful practitioners of our art left. Once he deals with me he will have free reign and stand supreme. His domination will be complete and he will rule over the remains of our planet with a tyrannical fist.  The problem is, should I survive, my rule won’t be any less brutal. I’ve already proved I am capable of acts no less savage than his. My evil is just as pronounced as his. It doesn’t really matter who wins – our future is fucked either way.

I don’t much like my chances of survival, but I am going to fight anyway. Why? Because I have no choice – this conflict needs to end. I know it and so does Victor. All he has to do is come and finish me off. And here I am, standing on a building rooftop in plain sight.  Surely this opportunity is too much to pass up?  So why isn’t he here? I check my watch again.

“Victor!” I call out, using my Mana to amplify my voice. “Come out and finish this. It is time!”

My voice would have been heard across every inch of this city. He would have heard me, but more so he would have felt the Mana surge across the city as I amplified my voice.  I can still see the shockwave caused by my Mana passing over the smouldering rubble of once-familiar buildings and across the beloved landmarks of my childhood now falling into ruins.

The loud explosion of sound that usually precedes a teleport spell brings me spinning around to face my old master. It is time. I steadied my nerves as I gripped my fingers into fists. I casually clip the loose battery on my mobile phone into place and close the lid. I carefully flick the phone on, never once taking my eyes from my adversary. The familiar electronic jingle notifies me that it has finished loading and then I drop it into the rubble beneath me as I step forward and look at my upcoming death squarely in the eyes.  I will not flinch in the face of it. I am ready.

This is how it ends. It is fitting. Let me now tell you how this begins.

About the Author:

christopher george

As an avid science fiction and fantasy reader Christopher George has been immersing himself in books from a young age. In 2004 Christopher completed his Bachelor of Multimedia at Monash University and has been working as an IT professional ever since. He currently lives in Melbourne with his partner, her daughter and three cats.
Mage Catalyst is his first completed novel and was written in a variety of hotel rooms and airports across Australia. Catalyst is his first non-technical piece and he finds it much easier to write fiction than software documentation.
It’s also very recently come to light that he is simply awful at talking about himself in the third person.

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Author Interview:

Thanks for doing an interview! You’ve written several books in the science fiction/fantasy genres. How do you stay inspired to come up with new plotlines and ideas?

That’s an interesting question, the storyline for this series has remained pretty static, I knew what was going to happen and how the series would end, but I didn’t know how I was going to get there. It was a curious mixture of awe and terror as the series unfolded itself towards its eventual final scenes. As the fourth book ends shortly after the prologue from the first book starts it was really surreal to be writing a scene that I’d originally penned down nine years ago.

How many books do you currently have published in your series?

The Mage Series currently has four books, Mage Catalyst, Mage Accession, Mage Dissolution and finally Mage Emergence.

Has the series taken the direction you originally planned for it?

All, in all. Yes. I guess it did, but in a curious way No it didn’t. A third of the plot for the third book was almost rewritten from scratch taking the series into a whole new direction. This was terrifying as I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to bring the whole thing back together again. Fortunately, the rewrite was critical and it basically allowed for the fourth book. I hadn’t exactly left myself too many plot points with my original ending for the third novel.

What’s next for 2018?

I’m busy writing as always. I’ve got another piece coming out early 2018. It’s a spin off from the main series starting all new characters. I’m also trying to branch out into other genres, I’m still working on a high fantasy piece which is no where near ready yet and a science fiction piece called Skybound that has basically dominated my thoughts for the past six months. I can’t wait to share that with you all. It’s not ready yet, but it will be soon.

What do you enjoy most about writing? What do you like least?

Storytelling. I love telling stories and I love discussing my work with my readers.

Could you tell us some about your book covers? Do you design the artwork yourself? What do you look for when it comes to covers that best represent your books?

There are two people responsible for my covers. My good friend Ian Harding who did all the photographic work. And Meg Owenson who did the Illustration. I did all the layout and design. It’s been an interesting journey with the covers – the hand is a difficult thing to shoot properly.

Have you ever had one of your characters to take a twist you weren’t expecting and surprise you?

Yes, it’s funny it’s not the main characters, it’s always the minor ones. They’re usually fleshed out enough to further the understanding of the main character, but occasionally they’ll jump from the page and demand more details. That’s when I know that I’ve created someone interesting and not just background noise.

Which of your characters is your personal favorite? Least favorite? Why?

I’ve got a soft spot for Victor. Villians are easy to understand their motivations, but it’s not like that for Victor. I’ve never liked the concept of Good Verses Evil. For me it’s always been ever more shades of grey. Victor’s like that. He’s definitely the antagonist of the series, But after four books and looking back. I’m not sure he’s the villain. I think that role might fall to Devon.

So far, what has been your favorite scene to write?

There was scene in Mage Catalyst where Devon is facing off against his first real mage fight with Vin. This scene just seemed to flow from me as if I was watching it on a screen in front of me. I’ve never felt anything like it since. The whole section was written in one session and it didn’t feel like keys on the keyboard. I could see it in my mind. Each crash, each crunch and finally Vin’s brutal death screams were vivid in my mind as my fingers did their work.

What lessons have you learned since becoming a writer? Do you have any tips for new writers?

Keep at it. Doesn’t matter what you’re writing. Just get it down. Do whatever you can to get that first draft finished. Then – well, then your work is just started. I was surprised by how much of the novel was crafted from the editing process. But that’s as it should be. Good stories are crafted – not blurted out in one sitting.

Do you have any extras you’d like to share, like a teaser about an upcoming new release, a summary of a deleted scene, or a teaser about a surprising plot twist or character?

I do, I hinted at it before, but I’ve got a spin of series due out early 2018. It’s going to be set in the same world as Devon and Co, but set just after the events of Mage Catalyst. Whilst Devon himself won’t appear, a few familiar characters might appear. Stay tuned!

If you were doing a book to film adaptation, which actors and actresses do you feel would best represent your main characters?

Ooh, Good question, I had a Poll on my website about this a few months back. I think we settled on Alycia Debnam Carey for Renee & someone like Marcus Vanco for Devon. I’ve always pictured Liam Neeson as Victor and Jared Leto as Marcus.

Now it’s time to get to know you! What are some of your favorite books to read?

I wish I had more time to read, but when I did I was a massive fan of Terry Pratchett & Ben Elton.

What about television shows? Movies?

Game of Thrones. What else? Loving the new Star Wars movies.

Is there a book that you have read that you feel has made a big impact on your life? Why?

Frank Herbert’s Dune. There was a man who truly understood power.

If you had to sum up your life as a writer in ten words, what would you say?

… I think my keyboard is broken.

Do you have anything else you’d like to share with readers?

I’d like to thank them for sticking with me through four novels. It’s been a long journey and I’m exceedingly proud of the result. Thank you.

Paranormal Romance Feature: Witch’s Cursed Cabin: A Coon Hollow Coven Tale by Marsha A. Moore @MarshaAMoore

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Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance


Coon Hollow Coven Tales Book 2


Eager to be on her own away from home, twenty-year-old Aggie Anders accepts a relative’s invitation to live in Coon Hollow Coven. Although she’s a witch from a different coven, what locals say about the Hollow confuses her. How can witchcraft there live and breathe through souls of the dead?

Aggie’s new residence in this strange southern Indiana world is a deserted homestead cabin. The property’s carriage house serves as the coven’s haunted Halloween fundraiser. It’s a great opportunity for her to make new friends, especially with the coven’s sexy new High Priest Logan.

But living in the homestead also brings Aggie enemies. Outsiders aren’t welcome. A cantankerous, old neighbor tries to frighten her off by warning her that the homestead is cursed. Local witches who practice black magic attempt to use their evil to drive Aggie away and rid their coven of her unusual powers as a sun witch.

Determined to stay and fit in, Aggie discovers not only that the cabin is cursed, but she alone is destined to break the curse before moonrise on Samhain. If she fails, neither the living nor the dead will be safe.

A note to readers: the books of this series are written to be read in any order. The series is about one community, and its residents may pass in and out of various books, but each book has its own unique and special story to be told.

Other Coon Hollow Coven Tales:
Witch’s Moonstone Locket
Blood Ice & Oak Moon (coming autumn 2016)

Amazon categories: paranormal romance; urban fantasy; fairy tales; folk tales; legends; mythology; fantasy romance; historical fantasy romance

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from Chapter One: The Homestead

A shove of my shoulder pried the rusty hinges on the heavy log cabin door loose. I flung my blond braid to my back and peered inside. Beings and critters, alive and furry as well as undead and translucent, flew, crawled, or slithered across dark recesses of the hallway, sitting room, and stairwell.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is haunted.” I shuddered and looked over my shoulder at Cerise. She looked perky as always with her dark bobbed hair and lively brown eyes beneath horn-rimmed eyeglasses. “Were those things relations or varmints?” I took a cautious step over the threshold to escape the blustery weather and unbuttoned my corduroy jacket.

“Oh, both, Aggie. Ghosts of witch kin and their talking animal familiars,” she said and moved past me to lift sheets off the sitting room furniture.

I raised a brow, curious about what talking familiars were but was too afraid to ask. She didn’t seem to think they were bad, and I needed a place to stay.

Cerise dropped the sheets in a pile and wiped her dusty hands on her skirt. “Those sorts of ghosts are in all the homes here in Coon Hollow Coven. Maybe some animal spirits, too, from the surrounding woods. This property has at least fifty acres of forest. The ghosts are harmless, part of the family. At least no neighbors have complained, that I’ve heard.”

Eyeing corners of the parlor and the length of the hall, I wondered if I could ever get used to living with ghosts of people who’d lived here before. In New Wish, Indiana, where I’d spent my entire twenty years, we only had an occasional ghost. Usually lost souls who, for some reason, hadn’t found their peace before death took them. Most times, those folks had been tormented by darkness and experimented with black magic while they’d lived. Or so Mom told me, but I always thought that was just her way of keeping me in line.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I wanted a place of my own more than anything else, and not in the tiny town of New Wish where everyone knew me…or thought they did. They all said I was the spitting image of my Aunt Faye, with the same light blond straight hair, deep blue eyes, dark brows, and quiet personality. Everyone thought I’d grow up to be like her with a houseful of kids, seven or more. Fact was, they didn’t know me. I wasn’t sure I even knew myself. There was so much I wanted to learn and do that wouldn’t happen if I stayed at my parents’ home.

Cerise struggled to open the stuck window. “Aggie, can you help me here? Some fresh air might tempt a few spirits outside. This place has been vacant since my mother passed in 2009. We might find just about anything in here after five years.”

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Marsha loves to write fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature often spark life into her writing, as well as watercolor painting and drawing. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and is a registered yoga teacher. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transformed into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors. Marsha is crazy about cycling. She lives with her husband on a large saltwater lagoon, where taking her kayak out for an hour or more is a real treat. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!

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Paranormal Romance Feature: Spirit Board by Erzabet Bishop @erzabetbishop

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Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy


Arcane Imaginarium Book One

Two mates are better than one…

Vanessa lives vicariously through the romance heroines in her overflowing bookshelf. No real man can ever measure up to the sultry, shapeshifter heroes with their feral smiles—or so she thinks until a creepy costume shop and a chance encounter with a fortuneteller shake up her ordinary life. When Vanessa’s best friend brings her to a sexy costume party, she realizes more than fur is going to fly.

Rick is an Alpha cat shifter and co-owner of the Imaginarium. When he scents the luscious Vanessa, he has no intention of letting her slip away. But Rick isn’t the only man searching for his one true love. Cian is a former Captain of the Winter Court in Faery, wielder of shadows and magic. When Fey enchantment and shifter might collide, more than mere hearts are caught in the crossfire. And as a threat looms closer with the turning of the season, both men may be the keys to Vanessa’s heart—and her survival.

Reader note: contains BBW heroine, ménage, spanking, light BDSM, and erotic romance elements

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“Do you want your fortune told, my dear?” The crone’s rheumy eyes met hers, and a shiver slid down her back. The woman gave her the willies.


“Please. Be my guest. It will be my treat to show you your fortune.”

Indecision warred within her. “I’m here with my friend.”

“Go ahead! Get your fortune read.” Aria came up beside her and looped an arm around her neck. “Let’s find out what kind of night you’re going to have at the party.”

“OK.” Vanessa made her way to the small table and lowered herself into the seat. In front of her laid a strange-looking Ouija board printed with an alphabet and a yes and no.

The older woman took an item out of a wooden box and placed it carefully on the surface of the board.

“What’s that?”

“It’s called a planchette, silly.” Aria rolled her eyes and grinned at the annoyed look Vanessa gave her.

“I’ve never used one of these, OK? My father would kill me.”

“Why? Does he think they’re a portal to some other dimension or something?”

Vanessa wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure. He just never let anything like it in the house. It’s beautiful.” The workmanship of the board and the intricate lettering transfixed her. She reached out to touch the planchette but the older woman stopped her.

“Not yet, my girl. First you must think of a question.”

“What kind of question?”

The woman’s thin lips curved upward. “The spirit board offers much guidance but also warns of things to come. Ask the right questions and you’ll find the answers you seek.”

“Cryptic, much?” Aria yawned. “Why don’t you play with the board and I’ll find you something to wear.”

“Sure. Whatever.” Vanessa focused her attention on the board in front of her. The letters weaved in front of her eyes.

“Now,” the old woman began, her eyes bright in her pale face, “think of the question you would like to ask the spirits. But be warned…”

“Of what?”

“The truth can wound or it can set you free.”

Vanessa held out her hand and the old woman enveloped it in her own. She placed Vanessa’s hand on the planchette and released her. “Fingertips only. Now…think of what you want to ask.”

Vanessa moved her fingers until only the tips touched the planchette. Her mind raced. There were so many questions she wanted answers to. Who was her mother? Not her father’s wife, but her biological mother. Should she go to this party with Aria on Friday or stay home like she always did, safe behind a pile of books?

Before the woman placed her own fingertips on the planchette, it took off toward the yes. Then it sped to the letters and began to spell out something.

“What the—?” Vanessa snatched her fingers away as if they’d been singed.

“Goddess…” The fortune-teller stood abruptly, knocking her chair over. Her brow contorted and her eyes were owlish with fear showing a ring of veined white around the iris. “Stop.”

“It’s still moving,” Vanessa whispered, her pulse hammering beneath her skin. “I’m trying to make out what it’s saying, but the thing is going too fast.”

“What’s going on over here?” Aria scrambled back toward the table, an expression of horror on her face. “Jesus, Vanessa.”

“I didn’t do it,” she snapped. “It’s wigging out.”


The old woman backed up, her eyes wide. “You must go to the party. Something you need will be revealed to you there. That is all I can tell you.” With that, she yanked the planchette off the board and swiftly tucked it back into the wooden box it came from. Without looking at either of the girls, the fortune-teller retreated into the back room, the door shutting behind her with a resounding thud.

“Thanks,” Vanessa called, a little too late.

“OK then. That wasn’t weird.” Aria grimaced. “Come on. I have a couple of dresses you need to look at.”

“Yeah. Sure. OK.” Anything to get her mind off of whatever just happened. “Freaky” didn’t even begin to cover it.

“How about this?” Aria raised her arm and a flowing Egyptian priestess costume dangled from her fingertips. The white fabric was sheer, but it had so many layers, it had the potential to work. Around the hanger was a plastic bag complete with golden armbands and some kind of bluish lapis necklace.

“OK,” Vanessa replied reluctantly. “Hand it over.”

Aria scurried over and passed the dress off, a smirk on her full lips. “This is going to look great on you. Just wait.”

“Sure.” As long as it got her out of here faster. Vanessa decided putting distance between the fortune-teller and her would be a good thing. “Why did I let you talk me into this again?”

“Cause you love me and you’ll have lots of fun?”

“You haven’t even told me what kind of party it is.”

Aria gave her a cheeky grin. “And ruin the surprise?”

About the Author:


Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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Urban Fantasy: Hell Hath No Fury: Queen Of Hell Book 1 by Samantha Gregory @sam_skgregory

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Urban Fantasy


All Jesse and his friends wanted to do was have a good time and hook up with some girls. Instead the three of them end up dead. Unfortunately their problems don’t end there as they are caught between two warring succubus sisters who battle it out to see which one will be crowned Queen of Hell.

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Halloween Night
I know she’s up to something. I’ve been watching
her for the last few days and there is something going on.
For a start, she’s going to the Halloween party tonight.
That’s not her thing at all. My darling sister would never
lower herself to attend an event like that. She never joins in
on anything, and she certainly wouldn’t be caught dead at
a sorority house. Our parents think it is a great idea
though. They were so enthusiastic that I can’t help but
wonder if they are in on whatever scheme she has hatched
now. Why do they always side with her? But of course
she’s the perfect daughter, the star; the one who will make
them proud. I’m the outcast; the disappointment from the
first moment I dared question their grand plan.
She’s always gotten everything she ever wanted.
Well not tonight, whatever she’s planning, I will stop her.
Whatever it takes

About the Author:


S.K. Gregory was born in Lisburn, Northern Ireland, in 1985. She studied Media Studies in college and worked for a local magazine after leaving school. She now works for a television company. Her debut novel Daemon Persuasion was published by Mockingbird Lane Press, in 2013. The sequel Daemon Madness was released in 2015.
She has been writing since she was a child and loves the horror/fantasy genre. Her favourite authors are Kelley Armstrong and Stephen King.


Science Fiction/Urban Fantasy Spotlight: Mage Catalyst by Christopher George @CGNovels

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Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction, Paranormal

mage catalyst

Devon had always just assumed that he was normal, just like everyone else. It wasn’t until he met Renee that he realized that he was something different – something dangerous. He is a Mage.

Led into a world of corruption and temptation Devon soon learns that there is always a price for power.

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I’m not sure when I became the villain of my story. But I’m now quite certain that this is exactly what I’ve become. It is no more clear to me as I stand atop a destroyed car park looking over my home. The smoke from still smouldering buildings billow off into the distance, almost writing my name into the skyline, but I do not care. It is no more than a grim signature of the suffering that I’ve caused to those around me. My name is Devon Wills and I am a mage.

About the Author:

christopher george

As an avid science fiction and fantasy reader Christopher George has been immersing himself in books from a young age. In 2004 Christopher completed his Bachelor of Multimedia at Monash University and has been working as an IT professional ever since. He currently lives in Melbourne with his partner, her daughter and three cats.
Mage Catalyst is his first completed novel and was written in a variety of hotel rooms and airports across Australia. Catalyst is his first non-technical piece and he finds it much easier to write fiction than software documentation.
It’s also very recently come to light that he is simply awful at talking about himself in the third person.

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Other Books In This Series:

mage accession

Mage Accession is the much awaited sequel to the best seller Mage Catalyst.

Devon, sick with guilt, has fled from his home and into the Victorian high country, afraid that his actions would bring harm to those he cares for. Hurt and betrayed by Renee’s disappearance, Devon has made a vow to never use the magic again. It’s not that simple – It’s never that simple. Powerful enemies are seeking him out and Devon must determine who he wants to be. Can he have a life of peace that he desires? Or must he forsake his vow and turn to the magic once again. As he comes to terms with his power he realizes that he still has much to lose.

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Third in the series that Started with Mage Catalyst and then followed by Mage Accession.

Lost in rage and haunted by the death of his father, Devon vowed to avenge himself against his former Master and rescue Allie from his manipulations before he can corrupt her.

With his power increasing every day Devon has become a very real threat to those in power. Lost in obsession, Devon
doesn’t care who gets caught up in his wake as he takes his vengeance on those who wronged him.

As powerful forces begin to move against him, Devon is forced to recognize that while he is indeed powerful. He is not a Master yet.

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Paranormal Romance Spotlight: Bitten, Beaten, & Loved by Catherine Banks @catherineebanks

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Adult Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

bitten beaten and loved

Release Date: June 2, 2017

Rose never wanted to be a werewolf. She was turned against her will by her vicious boyfriend and forced to join his pack, who abused and betrayed her. Rose escaped her abusers, but the damage has left deep scars. Now Rose doesn’t trust anyone.

Then Rose meets Sean, a handsome and kind werewolf who is unlike any male – werewolf or human – she has ever met. His charm begins to break down the walls Rose has built up around her heart. Can she learn to love again? Or will her old pack find her and make sure she can never escape again?

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I ran towards the front door and he slammed it shut just before I got there. I crouched down and snarled. “What do you want?”

He started to snarl back at me and then shook his head. “I just want to talk.”

I growled again. “Who sent you? How’d you find me?”

“What are you talking about? No one sent me. You ran off before I could even talk to you. Now just calm down.”

I felt the pressure of a strange magic, like an arm reaching out to hug me and gave in. I let the magic envelope me in a warm hug and gasped in surprise when the magic calmed me. I had never felt a dominant use magic to calm before. It was surprisingly nice, but it didn’t make me trust him any. I backed away from him until I stood against the back door, still cautious. It was obvious that I couldn’t run away from him, so I might as well calm down and think while he talked. “What do you want?”

He sat down cross-legged in the middle of my living room floor. “I just want to talk.”

It felt odd to be standing when a dominant was sitting, but I wanted to be able to run if I needed to. “Talk.”

About the Author:

catherine banks

Catherine Banks is the author of the Artemis Lupine Series, Pirate Princess, Daughter of Lions, and many more. She began writing fiction stories when she was only four years old and finished her first full length novel at the age of fifteen. She is married to her soulmate and best friend, Avery, who she has two amazing children with. After her full time job she reads books, plays video games, and watches a lot of anime shows and movies with her family to relax.

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