Two Charity Anthologies for Ukraine

Romantic Fantasy Shelf has banded together to release two charity anthologies, with all proceeds (100%) to be donated to the International Rescue Committee (or a similar charity should IRC become unavailable), which in turn will be directed to supporting humanitarian efforts on behalf of the Ukrainian people.

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Life and Book Updates on 2020 & 2021

This past week has been incredibly difficult.

Those of you who are members of my Facebook group might already know, but my babcia (grandmother) passed in Poland. She had worked a farm and a homestead her entire life, and had done it alone for over twenty years. She was strong, independent, and extremely stubborn (so now you know where I and the women in my family get it from). She was 91 and my last remaining grandparent. I couldn't travel there (for various reasons), and didn't get a...

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Blood of the Wolf: Epilogue

Sitting on a barrel in Del’s tavern, Nic tossed the paper in the fire. Another royal job. One after another had rolled in after she’d returned the vial to Marcel. The Crown seemed to be through trying to win over the Houses with logic and bribes, and instead, coin flowed like blood into the Black Rose’s coffers.

Nothing to complain about, but there was only so many times she could make an assassination look like an accident before it strained believability. But when an offer came...

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Blood of the Wolf, Chapter 11

Once Nic was over the wall, she didn’t stop running. The autumn air chilled down her throat as she rasped it in.

Falken had freed his people from the castle’s dungeon. He’d accomplished exactly what he’d planned to, and that was good. When the Grand Divinus had caught her, he’d left her…

But that was what they’d agreed. She would’ve done the same—or at least she’d planned to do the same. They couldn’t have defeated her, not once the Grand Divinus had discovered...

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Blood of the Wolf, Chapter 10

Through Nic’s earthsight eyepatch, Falken’s figure brimmed brightly near the open panel. He was still here, even if only shadows appeared to claim the chamber’s corner.

“Try to escape,” the Grand Divinus dared, still hovering the desk directly over Nic’s head. Her voice was matter-of-fact, as if she dealt with assassins daily. The Grand Divinus clearly noticed her, so that meant she had some precaution against Shade. An anti-mentalism sigil tattoo?

“It’s been some time...

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