Okay so, I was supposed to have The Cursed out today but...that is a big BUT, after much contemplation and reading and rereading it, I have decided that I will not be publishing it as of yet. You see, I did have it as #2.5 in the series but, it has spoilers for Ever Winter in it. It's more of a #3.1 or so. Unfortunately, it makes for a slightly confusing story line. Therefore, I will withhold it, tweak it a bit more and release it with Ever Winter come end of Feb. So, for those who were looking forward to reading it, I'm so sorry! Don't hate me! I promise it will be worth the wait. In the meantime, I hope February becomes an epic month for everyone <3 Muah! Love ya'll and stay real.

Check out this super sexy cover!!! It's for Rourk by Julia Crane. If you haven't read her Keegan's chronicles series and spin offs, you are so missing out! <3 it!

Rourk

by

Julia Crane

Here is a little teaser excerpt for you all as well! Hope all you enjoy!

Keegan groaned. “I wish you would have woken me.” 

His lip twitched as he tried not to smile. Waking Keegan at five am would pretty much be impossible. 

“It’s going to be hard having you gone again so soon.” Her face was drawn and sad, though she was trying to hide it.

Rourk traced his fingers through her hair, wishing he could do something to take that look off her face. “It’s hard for me, too.”

Keegan leaned into his touch, moving closer to lay her head on his shoulder. “I know you love it. You don’t have to pretend for me.”

“But I love you more,” Rourk said seriously.

“Why don’t you come over here and show me?” Keegan gave him the impish smile that drove him crazy. 

A grin on his face, Rourk tossed his shirt off and joined Keegan under the covers. A plate smashed to the floor, and she giggled. Gods, he loved the sound of her laugh. He couldn’t get enough of her, and knew he never would. Keegan was his chosen, his other half, and she made his life worth living.

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2012- Twelve picks from Alexia's 'Have read' in 2012 list <3

Since I had a few ask me what my fav. books of 2012 are that I actually READ, I had to do this post to show you. Boy, I didn't know how hard this would be until I sat down and picked 12 books. It was super hard and I hope no one gets offended because there are so many more books that deserve to be on this list too. 12 is not enough to showcase the awesomeness of the books I've gotten to read this year! My list may be different from others who have posted a list, mainly because I am a dedicated INDIE AUTHOR book reader. I have some mainstream books in here too, but I love INDIE books, check them out, you won't be sorry!

So without further ado, here are 12 of the books that I read in 2012 that made me say "WOWZERS!" In no particular order:

 There you have it, check them out. You won't be disappointed!

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The Cursed

Dark Faerie Tales

by

Alexia Purdy

Text Copyright © January 2013 Alexia Purdy 

Cover Art Design © Alexia Purdy 

All rights reserved

Sneak Peek Chapter one!!

This is part of a short story series I have mapped out for the same Faerie world as Ever Shade and Ever Fire. The characters are the foundation of this world and I am excited to bring each character to life in this series, soon to be available on Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.com January 31st 2013

Enjoy~

Chapter One 

IT WAS NOT over. It was never meant to be over, ever. Squeezing his eyes tightly together, Arthas attempted to strangle the memories from behind his eyes. No. He was not going to let the flood of them drown him in their overwhelming currents, making his rage boil back up to break his calm surface. He would not let them win. Never again would they win. He would not be so easily tricked a second time.

“The Queen has summoned you, my Lord.” The Captain of the Guard bowed before him, disturbing his thoughts. Arthas could see him tremble as a sheen of sweat hung on his skin, dotting his clothes with rancid wet patches. This made the Ancient Faerie King smirk. He was used to others cowering at his feet. Even the Unseelie Queen’s guards shuddered at his presence. Pure evil reeked from his pores and made the temperature drop degrees in his vicinity. No one was brave enough to look him in the eye. Not even the current Unseelie Queen, Aveta.

“I will be there when I please.” He waved the guard away, noticing the slight relief the man displayed as he scampered away. Punishment for disturbing the Ancient was not unheard of, even on a messenger of the Queen.

Arthas rubbed his temples in frustration, his rough curly dark hair slightly framing his face. The castle was suffocating him. It was overrun with filthy sluagh and other unworldly beings. His army, controlled by that wench of a Queen who has incompetently controlled his throne in his absence. Returning here had surprised her to say the least. There was a satisfaction in watching her pallor grow even more sickly at the sight of him when he had waltz into her midst not a month before. No one had seen or heard from him in centuries. Not since the other three Seelie Ancient rulers had cursed and chained him in a sarcophagus for all of time. He had not agreed to their terms of ruling the land of Faerie. They were foolish in thinking their plan to subdue him would work forever. He had been foolish to underestimate them too, not a mistake he would ever repeat.

Arthas was the only Unseelie Ancient Faerie King of the four Ancients. It didn’t mean he was the only ruler in Faerie considered to be evil and malicious. His Seelie counterparts were not always on the right side of the light. Faeries were tricky. He thrived on this treachery, but his dark power was more obvious than their trickery. For now, his vengeance on the other three Ancients would have to wait. None of them knew of his return yet. He would take them by surprise, and he couldn’t wait to enjoy their shock when they discover him, free and unbound.

A noise brought his attention back to the doorway. The guard was on his knees with head bowed once more. He trembled even more this time and his short, ragged breathing betrayed his rush to run right back here from wherever he had come from. Arthas smirked, amused at the guard’s fear, smelling it in the air and taking a slight pleasure from it.

“My Lord, I apologize for this subsequent interruption. Queen Aveta must see you now, it is of the utmost urgency, she…she said…” His voice was snuffed as Arthas grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into a wall with a sickening thud.

“I will see your Queen, as you call that pathetic woman, momentarily. But remember, I’m the King of this court, the only ruler fit to have sovereignty here. Your ‘Queen’ is nothing but a pawn in my game.” He let go of the guard, watching him drop in at his feet, gasping for air.

Arthas turned down the hall, his eyes glowed a dark blood red when he was angered. His temper was short, and Aveta was pushing it. He would have to make certain that she knew her place and he looked forward to reminding her of the insolence she dared to play on him. Blinking away the crimson color his eyes turned when his power ripped through him. They slowly resumed their natural amber tone as he pulled his magic back into himself, tightly curling it within to use at a later time. Aveta was lucky he had not slaughtered her and her faithful guards on sight when he had returned to his kingdom. She would be of some use soon, but not before he made it clear that her demands would not be answered. No matter what she thought she could do, he would do the demanding around here from now on.