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Now Available as an Audiobook! BEAUTY'S ALIEN BEAST, an Erotic Sci-fi Romance

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BEAUTY'S ALIEN BEAST

Erotic Sci-fi Romance

Word Count:  62K 

$3.99 e / $9.99 p / $19.95 a

Narrated by Erin Bateman
Length: 6 hrs, 53 min
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As an intergalactic cop gifted with psionic abilities, Maurra instinctively went to the Ellinod's defense when she saw the immense and bestial-looking alien being attacked by a group of vicious Kronners. Little did she know what the Kronners had planned for her and the Ellinod until she woke up naked in a cell inside their ship.  And it wasn't long before she found out a translation device had been implanted against her spine, debilitating her and making her helpless with pain whenever she tried to use her psi powers.

Neither she nor the Ellinod had any idea how twisted their captors were, but they soon discovered that she and the beast were at the mercy of someone who expected them to "entertain" his "customers", and entertain them well regardless of the consequences.

Warning:  Contains moral degradation, public sex, self sacrifice, unexpected tenderness, sadistic little aliens, banishment, exorbitant Pay Per View charges, and sweet revenge served cold.

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Please Welcome Avery Kilpatrick as She Tells Us About Her Urban Fantasy, A Stream of Darkness, Crymsen Crescent, Book One

A Stream of Darkness
Crymsen Crescent, Book One
by Avery Kilpatrick

Genre: Urban Fantasy, New Adult with a dash of romance
Publisher: Avery Kilpatrick
Date of Publication: July 31, 2020
Word Count: 62,358

Cover Artist: Warren Design

Book Description:

A reformed killer, a dragon agent, and a lone shifter must work together to investigate four abductions…

I've always had a close relationship with death.

Six years ago, I was the Renegade, the Wolf of Eden, terrorizing the streets of a small town in Mississippi. Now, after a plea deal that saved my life, I work for the police as a consultant and unofficial cop.

Obsidian Moon, the Underworlder police agency, isn't doing anything about the disappearances of four college women. It falls to my shoulders while I'm stressing over my college assignments and the new transfer who thinks testing my control is a great pasttime.

Then there's him. The mystery shifter who danced with me at a club and reminds me of home.  And he seems to be more than just a random stranger who walked up to an ex-murderer and danced rather than fight.

But I have bigger concerns than two sexy men on my tail as a stream of darkness hangs over Paradise Grove.

The opening of a new series, A Stream of Darkness, will have you guessing at every turn and turning the pages to learn more.

Excerpt:

I sidestepped the ramming bull—well, technically, he was a werewolf—and watched with growing amusement as he slammed into the bar.

As one of the more prominent clubs on the Quad, Mirage was filled to the brim with writhing bodies hypnotized by the pulsing music that resounded from the DJ’s throne. The walls thrummed with the powerful beats and siren acoustics coaxed people into drowning themselves in alcohol. Flashing lights of gold and sapphire, of ruby and amethyst, of emerald and topaz, cast colorful shadows on the clubbers who watched the growing brawl in amusement and fear.

I cocked my head to the side and ebony-gray curls swayed to the left as mint eyes burned like a raging pyre as I watched him stumble to his feet. A Cheshire Cat smirk pulled my lips back over elongated canines that gleamed under the colorful neon lights. “Olé!”

The bar, a mix of black quartz and wood, won this round as it remained unharmed. The werewolf shook his head, the tightly braided red curls bouncing lightly against the left side of his skull. His jade eyes were glazed in confusion and there were flecks of pale yellow from the wolf peering through his gaze as his temper grew shorter. He held a hand to his side and attempted to take a deep breath only to hiss quietly. Though wolves, like most Underworlders, could heal themselves through either magic or blood, it took time to fix fractured bones. His linebacker build didn’t help matters either as he held out another hand to grip the bar to steady himself.

He snarled, a rumbling sound that probably caused him more pain than he let on. Our audience murmured as the less than sober patrons realized that the scar dominating my face wasn’t just any old scar from a run-in gone awry. Flowing from my left jaw to the bridge of my nose, the puckered, jagged scar was as much a moniker as a reminder of my “sin.”  

“Mind givin’ me another shot, Izzy?” I drawled, my gaze never once leaving the wolf in front of me as we circled each other.

Izzy was already working on my drink before the last word left my mouth. Her hands flashed after working for years as a bartender on the fast-paced Quad, and she wasn’t at all bothered by the brawl in front of her. “I should be cutting you off, Luce, but since alcohol doesn’t effect you—what the hell, right?”

Pink eyes remained amused as she watched the crowd around us groan while money exchanged hands. She had her long, straight platinum locks pulled into a ponytail as two square strips caressed the sides of her sharp cheeks. Placing the shot glass on the tabletop, she placed a fifty-dollar bill beside it with a good-natured grumble.

I chuckled, and the redheaded wolf took the momentary distraction as a chance to tackle me. Sidestepping him, I placed my hands on his back—barely a brush of my fingertips—and slammed my knee into his abdomen. The crunch of bone and the wheeze of air as a rib punctured his lung reached my ears, and my glittering eyes narrowed as he collapsed at my feet with a groan. Either he was truly a newbie with fighting a petite woman like me, or he was attacking with emotion rather than logical reasoning.

As my father would say, he was fighting for his pride and not for survival.

Heading to the bar to collect my shot, I tossed it back with a hearty sigh as the burn slid down my throat. Without me asking, Izzy refilled my glass, and I repeated the action before slamming the shot down on the bar as stumbling steps reached my ears over the roar of the music and drunken crowd. Sighing, I glanced over a narrow shoulder to see the wolf clutching his side as blood dripped from his bottom lip. He just would not accept defeat, no matter how much bigger a predator I was.

“Look, sourpuss,” I adjusted the fingerless gloves on my hands and rolled the sleeves of my leather jacket to my elbows. Pulling my thick, ebony curls behind me, I continued, “I’d hate to kill your pride in front of all these people, but I’ll gladly do it if you’re raring for a good ol’ fight.”

Glaring at me, he clenched his teeth at the calm indifference in my voice as I was not at all intimidated by his hulking form or the flecks of gold in his eyes. He towered over my five-two frame and I looked like a sixteen-year-old girl with a blunt mouth that got me into trouble, but I wasn’t joking around this time.

What is it about this book that makes it special?

Hello, y’all, my name is Avery Kilpatrick and I’m a debut author stepping onto the writing scene. As a first-time author and self-publisher, I’m still a newbie with all of this, so I hope you can bear with me and look past my awkwardness that’s a permanent characteristic of mine. Also, a huge thank you to Other Worlds of Romance for letting me write a guest blog here!

Anyway, a brief introduction to my debut novel, A Stream of Darkness. Ever wanted to read a story about a reformed killer, an agent, and a shifter with a questionable connection to the heroine? Well, that’s the recipe for my novel and I’m sticking to it, haha! In the small town of Paradise Grove in Mississippi, Luce Lycaon must work with the police and the very agents who arrested her to find four missing girls.

As for what makes this book so special? Well, that’s a two-part kind of answer.

For me, this book will always have a special place in my heart as it’s my first book baby. I spent hours and hours plotting, outlining, and writing this book baby in time where I was extremely down and trying to survive. I have severe depression and anxiety, and for me, April was just a bad reminder of terrible events that I’d rather forget rather than rehash out. During this bad trip down memory lane, I came up with the idea for A Stream of Darkness and the characters spoke to me in a way that I felt extremely close to them—to me, they became my friends. Which, I know sounds strange, but that’s just how it felt at the time when I was feeling low.

A Stream of Darkness became a creative outlet for the hard feelings and sadness I felt, and I was having fun for the first time in a long time. And I was determined—I was going to finish this book no matter what, and I did. The moment I typed ‘The End’ in my manuscript, I felt such accomplishment and pride that I won’t lie—I totally splurged on food that night in celebration.

The second reason why this book is special, and I hope for readers, are the dynamics with the characters and the world I created. The main characters such as Luce, Casimir, and Ari are extremely important to me as are their interactions with one another, the setting, and situation I placed them in. I hope Luce’s friendship with Izzy is not only relatable but reminds people of their own friendships with someone else. I hope Luce’s badassery can give people strength to not take shit from other people. I hope Luce’s individual relationships with Casimir and Ari seem believable and not an awkward attempt by me to push two characters together. I also hope, as my editor has already deemed herself as #TeamCas, that there’s a turmoil amongst fans about who Luce should end up with like Team Jacob or Team Edward just because I enjoyed the drama of it and I thought it was cute at the time when Twilight was popular.

I hope this explains my feelings accurately on the topic, but that’s my belief and hope about A Stream of Darkness.

What are your thoughts about what makes a book special? Is it the story, the characters, or the world? Let me know down in the comments!

About the Author:

Avery Kilpatrick was born in Flowood, Mississippi, in April 1996. Raised in a small town in the Mississippi Delta, she has a fondness for nature and the cotton fields that create Southern snow pastures in the fall. After writing her first novel when she was thirteen, Avery decided to pursue her dream as an author at a young age.

An alumnus of Delta State University in Cleveland, Mississippi, Avery graduated with a Bachelor’s in English. She also worked on the student-run newspaper, The Delta Statement, during her four-year career at Delta State as copy-editor and Editor-in-Chief.

Avery currently lives in a ranch-style home in her hometown in Greenwood, Mississippi. The mother of three fur babies, Cinnamon the spoiled cat, Ginger the rambunctious old lady, and Remington a.k.a. Remi the service dog, Avery has enough fur from shedding animals to make a fourth pet. When Avery isn’t busy writing her next novel, she goes on walks with her mother and dogs, watches Outlander or Criminal Minds on Netflix, or can be found curled up on the couch with Cinnamon reading a good book.

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Now Available in Print! THE GOLDEN HEIST, Noir Fairy Tales, Book 3

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THE GOLDEN HEIST

Noir Fairy Tales, Book 3
(Based on "Goldilocks and the 3 Bears")
Paranormal, Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 36.4K
$2.99 e / $9.99 p

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Looking for a quick buck to help feed her addiction, Cressa “Goldie” Locke helps herself to a nice looking house, hoping to score some jewelry to pawn. She’s perfected the art of small-time crime to keep from getting busted, but this time she may have gotten a little more than she bargained for. She picked the wrong house...or maybe it was just right.

When she wakes up in a hospital bed, Cressa knows she’s been caught red-handed and there’s no getting out of it, so she has no other choice than to come clean. She wasn’t expecting the owner of the house to also be a doctor, or for him to actually care for her. Why would he, when no one else ever had?

Dr. Myles Ursa has a soft spot for taking care of those in need. After all, he took an oath when he became a physician. So when he realizes the thief he found in his house is more than just a common criminal, but someone needing help, instead of pressing charges, he vows to save her, against Detective Horner’s advice. But she could also be the golden opportunity the police need to bust the drug dealers for good.

Unfortunately, word on the street is Cressa’s a snitch, and she’s got some big baddies looking for her. Enemies come in all forms, and Myles may have bitten off more than he can chew. But he’s determined to help Cressa turn her life around and clear her name, no matter how dangerous things could get.

Warning! Contains fake costume jewelry, sesame, illegal nudity, a flophouse, a cold breakfast, radios without mics, subterfuge, a sigil of safety, and a misunderstanding that, when cleared, enables a heart to accept the love of another.

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