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.
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
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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.
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
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?”
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
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.
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
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
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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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.