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Title:
CARNAL TWILIGHT (Prequel)
Author: Gabriella Bradley & Taryn Jameson
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Pages: 23
Genre: Fantasy/Scifi/Paranormal/Shifter
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The prequel to In Search of Pride
The gods smile upon a weary warrior…
Brenn, a warrior, returning home from battle,
rests by a tempting magical pool and meets a siren who changes his life
forever.
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Then he saw her... Grabbing the
base of his cloak, Brenn quickly wiped the water from his eyes. He shook his
head in disbelief. This woman, this dainty naked nymph rising from the water,
was not what the legends spoke of. Her body glowed in the moonlight, a halo of
unruly raven hair framing a beautiful face and cascading down to her trim
waist. Her full luscious lips parted in song, hypnotizing him, beckoning him to
come to her... begging him to take her. The gods were smiling down upon him
again with the gift of this beautiful creature.
Title:
IN SEARCH OF PRIDE
Author: Gabriella Bradley & Taryn Jameson
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Pages: 125
Genre: Fantasy/Scifi/Paranormal/Shifter
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Bound by a curse, Brenn must find a way to save
his pride.
Brenn returns from a war far from his home to find
that his village is destroyed and his pride missing. With the help of his
guardian dragon, Ciara, he sets out to find his missing family and pride.
After Ciara saves Brenn's life twice, he begins to realize that he isn't as invincible as he once thought. He must accept his limitations and the help of his lifemate to keep him safe.
After Ciara saves Brenn's life twice, he begins to realize that he isn't as invincible as he once thought. He must accept his limitations and the help of his lifemate to keep him safe.
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Brenn swore under his breath. Everything had been
as it should on his travels home after he’d left the Clyss. No attacks,
everything normal. Why the sudden interest in their realm? The Toubosians had
sent several ships, but only one craft had attacked the village and abducted
all the occupants? During his travels, he’d heard nothing, no rumors of alien
attacks, of spaceship sightings. Would they really send several ships to
capture the people from one village? Had the ships returned to Toubos? He
doubted it. He had a feeling the ships were hiding somewhere in the far
mountain range south of their village—planning another attack?
Were the Toubosians in league with Cewrick, the
evil sorcerer who had placed the curse on all shifters? The sorcerer’s castle
stood on the highest peak in the center of the Sucronian Mountains, a forbidden
mountain range. No one dared to approach it. At the base of the mountains was the
Verboten Forest. Its trees were said to have been bespelled by Cewrick and
would kill anything or anyone treading the ground below. Large black dragons
guarded the castle, along with urcals, giant birds with wingspans as wide as
the road in his village. They, too, were black. Their beaks were a bright
orange, curved and very sharp, their claws so big they could easily pick up
several horses in one swoop, their talons an arm’s length long, and their eyes
like glowing embers.
They had all seen the dragons and the birds as
they circled above the forbidden forest. Brenn’s father, Yartah, the alpha of
their pride, and some of the warriors, including Brenn, had ventured to the
edge of the forest when one of their young women had suddenly gone missing.
When Huf, a young warrior, rode ahead into the forest, one of the monstrous
birds had plucked him and the horse from between the trees and disappeared with
them.
After that tragic event, Yartah had doubly
enforced the rules. No one was allowed to venture near the forest. Brenn didn’t
think after what had happened that anyone would even dare, but one never knew
what young people would do. The youngsters thought themselves invincible. The
only thing that seemed to scare them was the curse—if they shifted, which
usually surfaced during puberty, they could remain a lion forever and lose all
humanity.
He turned his attention back to Ivran. His friend
was distraught, barely holding onto his human form, his lion fighting to burst
free.
Brenn swore under his breath. Everything had been
as it should on his travels home after he’d left the Clyss. No attacks,
everything normal. Why the sudden interest in their realm? The Toubosians had
sent several ships, but only one craft had attacked the village and abducted
all the occupants? During his travels, he’d heard nothing, no rumors of alien
attacks, of spaceship sightings. Would they really send several ships to
capture the people from one village? Had the ships returned to Toubos? He
doubted it. He had a feeling the ships were hiding somewhere in the far
mountain range south of their village—planning another attack?
Were the Toubosians in league with Cewrick, the
evil sorcerer who had placed the curse on all shifters? The sorcerer’s castle
stood on the highest peak in the center of the Sucronian Mountains, a forbidden
mountain range. No one dared to approach it. At the base of the mountains was
the Verboten Forest. Its trees were said to have been bespelled by Cewrick and
would kill anything or anyone treading the ground below. Large black dragons
guarded the castle, along with urcals, giant birds with wingspans as wide as
the road in his village. They, too, were black. Their beaks were a bright
orange, curved and very sharp, their claws so big they could easily pick up
several horses in one swoop, their talons an arm’s length long, and their eyes
like glowing embers.
They had all seen the dragons and the birds as
they circled above the forbidden forest. Brenn’s father, Yartah, the alpha of
their pride, and some of the warriors, including Brenn, had ventured to the
edge of the forest when one of their young women had suddenly gone missing.
When Huf, a young warrior, rode ahead into the forest, one of the monstrous
birds had plucked him and the horse from between the trees and disappeared with
them.
After that tragic event, Yartah had doubly
enforced the rules. No one was allowed to venture near the forest. Brenn didn’t
think after what had happened that anyone would even dare, but one never knew
what young people would do. The youngsters thought themselves invincible. The
only thing that seemed to scare them was the curse—if they shifted, which
usually surfaced during puberty, they could remain a lion forever and lose all
humanity.
He turned his attention back to Ivran. His friend
was distraught, barely holding onto his human form, his lion fighting to burst
free.
Title:
THE DRAGON’S LION
Author: Gabriella Bradley & Taryn Jameson
Publisher: eXtasy
Pages: 172
Genre: Fantasy/Scifi/Paranormal/Shifter
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Danger, lies, and betrayal forge the path to
unlocking the secrets Brenn seeks.
The rescue of Brenn’s pride sets off an angry
tirade from Cewrick that results in curses that almost cripple the Crimson
Realm and all of Ierilia.
With the help of Ciara, Brenn leads his crew through the bowels of the planet and the forbidden forest to unlock the secret of defeating Cewrick. But will his defeat end the reign of terror on their world?
With the help of Ciara, Brenn leads his crew through the bowels of the planet and the forbidden forest to unlock the secret of defeating Cewrick. But will his defeat end the reign of terror on their world?
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Brenn paced back and forth. How could he
possibly rest after the events of the night? What had started out as a night of
victory and discovery had quickly turned into one of disaster and havoc.
Cewrick had vented his rage at losing his captives across the whole planet.
Brenn’s family and pride were safe, but at what cost? Even though Ciara had
dispelled the wind funnels and their destruction, there was nothing she could
do about the stone curse. So many innocents had turned to statues in a matter
of minutes. If Cewrick unleashed the renegade Toubosians on the villages west
of the Inar Ridge, they would have no defense against the ships and could
suffer the same fate as Xynnar.
He stopped his pacing on the verandah of his rooms. Gazing over the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of his beautiful dragon as she slept in his orchard beneath the umbrella of his giant wraggia trees, their branches heavy and laden with ripe, lush fruit. He frowned, his brow creasing with worry for her. The night had taken its toll on Ciara. After flying to every corner of their planet to stop the black wind funnels, she had returned to Brenn’s estate and tried every possible spell she could muster to halt the stone curse, but her magick had weakened. He could feel how weary she was, how helpless she felt against Cewrick. She rested now, too exhausted to fight the sleep that overtook her.
He hated that she fought alone. Dissipating the wind funnels had exposed her to more and more people. He knew word would travel to Cewrick about the jewel dragon protecting the Ierilians and he would realize it was Ciara, the sorceress that had escaped his clutches. He would know she was no longer bound to the Clyss, and the sorcerer would spare no effort in his attempts to find her so he could bespell her again and try to capture her for her much-coveted soul shard.
After the suns came up, the stone curse had stopped, but Brenn was sure Cewrick was brewing up more plans of revenge.
He was about to go and bathe when he spotted a swarm darkening the rays of the suns. Shading his eyes, he saw dozens of black dragons and urcals in the sky heading for the city. A bath was not important right now. An announcement needed to be made to the citizens of Cront to remain inside their homes. The dragons and birds could not pluck them from inside their dwellings. He quickly hailed Admiral Zhala on his communicator.
“Admiral, I apologize for contacting you this early, but a swarm of black dragons and urcals is approaching the city. A global warning needs to be issued as I’m sure this is happening in all our major cities on Ierilia.”
“By the gods, I see them,” the admiral uttered. “Leave it with me, Brenn. I just hope it is not too late for some. I’ll send my fleet to annihilate them.”
“No. You can’t do that,” Brenn warned him.
“I can’t? What is—”
“Those black dragons, or many of them, were once jewel dragons, Ciara’s parents among them. They have lost their humanity, but when the curse is lifted, they will return to their natural state. We cannot kill them. The urcals, yes. But they are flying together as one flock,” Brenn explained.
“By the gods! What are we to do?”
“Stay inside. If they can’t grab people to bring to Cewrick, they will surely give up.”
“This is frustrating. We have the power to kill them all. But after what you told me, I won’t attack. I have no wish to destroy jewel dragons.”
“We also need to issue a warning for people not to touch the stone statues. They could break. Imagine when the curse is lifted, and people are missing arms or legs, or worse, if broken in half or missing their heads.”
“Yes. We need to dispatch teams across the planet to transport the statues to safe holding areas. I fear it will prove quite an impossible task unless our people can all pitch in. There are far too many villages and outlying farms that suffered the curse.” The admiral paused for a moment. “Let me get in touch with our media offices to get word out about the dragons and urcals and a message to the population to take great care in handling the statues. I’ll be in contact.”
Brenn feared for Ciara. As long as she remained sleeping, the black dragons and urcals could not see her from above. But what if she woke up and ventured into the courtyard?
After a quick wash and dressing, he opened his door to find Laro and Ivran about to knock, as well as Tomas standing behind them.
“Have you seen the black dragons, Brenn?” Laro asked.
Brenn was relieved to see Laro had returned from picking up Tomas. “It is good to see you are safe, my friend,” Brenn said as he embraced Laro. “Yes, and the urcals. I have already been in contact with the admiral.”
“What else is Cewrick going to hit us with in his wrath?” Ivran asked.
“I worry about Ciara. She is sleeping in my orchard, so she can’t be seen from above, but what if she wakes? Cewrick knows by now that she is free from the Clyss.”
“Can’t she hide elsewhere? The Tideless Abyss, her natural habitat?” Laro asked.
“I don’t know. Once the danger has dissipated, I will talk to her. Just help me pray to Taella, the goddess of tranquility, that Ciara sleeps for some time. I must warn my staff not to venture outside.” Brenn quickly headed for the kitchens and hoped he wasn’t too late as he could hear the flapping of wings above his house.
He stopped his pacing on the verandah of his rooms. Gazing over the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of his beautiful dragon as she slept in his orchard beneath the umbrella of his giant wraggia trees, their branches heavy and laden with ripe, lush fruit. He frowned, his brow creasing with worry for her. The night had taken its toll on Ciara. After flying to every corner of their planet to stop the black wind funnels, she had returned to Brenn’s estate and tried every possible spell she could muster to halt the stone curse, but her magick had weakened. He could feel how weary she was, how helpless she felt against Cewrick. She rested now, too exhausted to fight the sleep that overtook her.
He hated that she fought alone. Dissipating the wind funnels had exposed her to more and more people. He knew word would travel to Cewrick about the jewel dragon protecting the Ierilians and he would realize it was Ciara, the sorceress that had escaped his clutches. He would know she was no longer bound to the Clyss, and the sorcerer would spare no effort in his attempts to find her so he could bespell her again and try to capture her for her much-coveted soul shard.
After the suns came up, the stone curse had stopped, but Brenn was sure Cewrick was brewing up more plans of revenge.
He was about to go and bathe when he spotted a swarm darkening the rays of the suns. Shading his eyes, he saw dozens of black dragons and urcals in the sky heading for the city. A bath was not important right now. An announcement needed to be made to the citizens of Cront to remain inside their homes. The dragons and birds could not pluck them from inside their dwellings. He quickly hailed Admiral Zhala on his communicator.
“Admiral, I apologize for contacting you this early, but a swarm of black dragons and urcals is approaching the city. A global warning needs to be issued as I’m sure this is happening in all our major cities on Ierilia.”
“By the gods, I see them,” the admiral uttered. “Leave it with me, Brenn. I just hope it is not too late for some. I’ll send my fleet to annihilate them.”
“No. You can’t do that,” Brenn warned him.
“I can’t? What is—”
“Those black dragons, or many of them, were once jewel dragons, Ciara’s parents among them. They have lost their humanity, but when the curse is lifted, they will return to their natural state. We cannot kill them. The urcals, yes. But they are flying together as one flock,” Brenn explained.
“By the gods! What are we to do?”
“Stay inside. If they can’t grab people to bring to Cewrick, they will surely give up.”
“This is frustrating. We have the power to kill them all. But after what you told me, I won’t attack. I have no wish to destroy jewel dragons.”
“We also need to issue a warning for people not to touch the stone statues. They could break. Imagine when the curse is lifted, and people are missing arms or legs, or worse, if broken in half or missing their heads.”
“Yes. We need to dispatch teams across the planet to transport the statues to safe holding areas. I fear it will prove quite an impossible task unless our people can all pitch in. There are far too many villages and outlying farms that suffered the curse.” The admiral paused for a moment. “Let me get in touch with our media offices to get word out about the dragons and urcals and a message to the population to take great care in handling the statues. I’ll be in contact.”
Brenn feared for Ciara. As long as she remained sleeping, the black dragons and urcals could not see her from above. But what if she woke up and ventured into the courtyard?
After a quick wash and dressing, he opened his door to find Laro and Ivran about to knock, as well as Tomas standing behind them.
“Have you seen the black dragons, Brenn?” Laro asked.
Brenn was relieved to see Laro had returned from picking up Tomas. “It is good to see you are safe, my friend,” Brenn said as he embraced Laro. “Yes, and the urcals. I have already been in contact with the admiral.”
“What else is Cewrick going to hit us with in his wrath?” Ivran asked.
“I worry about Ciara. She is sleeping in my orchard, so she can’t be seen from above, but what if she wakes? Cewrick knows by now that she is free from the Clyss.”
“Can’t she hide elsewhere? The Tideless Abyss, her natural habitat?” Laro asked.
“I don’t know. Once the danger has dissipated, I will talk to her. Just help me pray to Taella, the goddess of tranquility, that Ciara sleeps for some time. I must warn my staff not to venture outside.” Brenn quickly headed for the kitchens and hoped he wasn’t too late as he could hear the flapping of wings above his house.
Title:
SWORD OF BETRAYAL
Author: Gabriella Bradley & Taryn Jameson
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Pages: TBA
Genre: Fantasy/Scifi/Paranormal/Shifter
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The blade of betrayal cuts deep.
When Erica is granted a commission in
the king’s army and a magical sword for her bravery, she begins to look forward
to a future for both herself and her crew. But not everyone is happy with their
circumstances.
Erica joins Brenn’s team in the fight
to save his planet from the angry god, Zolmes and she finds herself charmed by
more than just the planet. The sexy lion shifter Laro, claims she is his
lifemate, setting her passions ablaze. Stung by the sharp tongues and
dissension of some of her crew, Erica pushes him away to focus on the lives of
her crewmembers.
Can Erica accept a future with Laro
or will she let hate and betrayal decide her fate?
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“Ground shift. Come on! We need to move!”
Aldis yelled.
Erica snagged the strap of her pack as
Laro pulled her to her feet. They took off running with the others in the
general direction of the road they were seeking. Puffs of dirt shot up around
them and dust filled the air, obscuring Erica’s vision.
A loud crack echoed through the veld.
Long, spindly legs peeked through a wide breach in the ground in front of them.
Claws snapped as eight huge creatures pulled themselves from the gorge. Huge
mandibles were set on a small head with twelve eyes. Their long, segmented
bodies sported two massive claws, eight legs, and a long tail with a pointed
stinger.
“What in the hell are these things?” Erica
screamed.
“Durogons! They are Zohmes’ pets. He had
to have sent them from Yanata. They were banished with him,” Ciara said.
Erica looked around. A gaping maw right
behind them seemed to meet the crack at both ends. They were trapped, with
nowhere to run. All hell broke loose. Fire spewed from the durogons’ mouths as
they advanced on them in a full attack. Icaras threw his hands up and shielded
them from the fire with a magical shield. Ciara and Icaras began throwing balls
of fire at them, trying to hold the durogons back but of no avail. The
durogons’ hard bodies seemed impregnable, the fireballs sizzling out before
causing any damage to their black, armored shells. Shots from Aldis’ fleet
weapon met the same fate. Brenn, Ivran and Laro drew their swords, ready to
attack.
One of the durogons broke through Icaras’
shield and lunged at Erica. She yanked her sword from the scabbard with both
hands and nearly dropped it. Laro moved quickly in front of her to shield her
and slashed off one of its claws. All it did was piss the creature off. Its
tail whipped around and gashed him in the side before Laro could dodge it and
slice off the other claw. Erica had never seen Laro wield a sword and was
stunned by the beautiful display. He fought the durogon in a deadly dance of
precision, each strike of his sword hitting its mark.
A movement caught her attention. Another
durogon found an opening and rushed in to attack. Erica pulled out her fleet
weapon and started shooting it in the eyes, hoping to keep it from advancing
further. Its claws snapped at her, and its tail swished around, trying to find
purchase. Suddenly, all she could feel was intense heat, and the scent of
charred bodies filled the air. A wall of flame rushed up in front of her,
consuming the creature she was trying to kill. Ciara had shifted and set the
creatures ablaze.
The rumbling stopped, the ground no longer
moved, and the maws slowly closed, burying the creatures.
About the Authors
Gabriella Bradley lives amidst rugged mountains. She more than often has a
grizzly in her backyard searching for food. Other critters that visit on a
regular basis are cougars, coyotes, squirrels, raccoons.
She has been a writer all of her life, though only ventured into erotic
works in 2003.
Gabby’s hobbies include hiking, gardening, swimming, sewing, embroidery.
Favorite movies are old timers like Gone with the Wind, Spartacus etc. Favorite
music is Abba. Besides all that, she owns and directs a busy company and its
staff.
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