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Author Of The Month - Leta Blake - Week One

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Blog Tour & Giveaway with Excerpt & Author Interview! It Happened To Me by T.A. Beasley!



It Happened To Me
by T. A. Beasley
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Mystery



In one weekend, seventeen- year-old Delilah Murphy loses the one person she could count on. She tries to deal with the loss but the one she blames makes it hard. Delilah leans on her best friend for comfort but only for a short period of time. She must face her enemy and try to adjust to not having a support system. 


Delilah’s behavior and attitude are out of control as is her non-existing relationship with whom she believes is the cause of her pain. Will Delilah finally come to her senses and learn to forgive? Or will her childish antics lead her down a path she may not be ready to travel?


**Trigger warning: of sexual assault, alcoholism, domestic violence **


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Delilah Murphy slides a Mountain Dew from the refrigerator, taking a quick sip before making her way up the stairs. She hears yelling coming from her parents’ bedroom. She ignores it, entering her bedroom to check her bag and make sure all the items for a weekend with her best friend, Tiffany, are accounted for. She walks over to the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She smiles at her reflection, running both hands down her custom-made shirt from CJ Marley. She makes sure everything is in place.


“I’m too sexy for myself,” Delilah sings, before blowing a kiss to herself. She looks at her watch, realizing her ride will be there any moment. She drops her bag by the door and takes a quick glance out the window. The Johnsons must be running a little late.


Delilah hears yelling again. It is getting louder, and she doesn’t know if she should interrupt or not. So, she places her ear to the door to eavesdrop, groaning, “Not this crap again.” Her parents’ arguing has been going on for the last couple of months.


She leans closer to the door. “What could possibly be wrong this time?”

“I am sick and tired of you always questioning me, Desmond.” Denise’s voice rises in volume, filling the room.


“I have to question you, Denise, because you’re never home.” Desmond’s face squinches in anguish as he clenches hands at his sides. “For the last five years, you have been completely absent in this household, and I’m tired of it.”


“I do not have to answer to you, and I’m not going to feel guilty for working hard to provide for my family.”


Desmond cannot believe Denise’s attitude and defensive behavior.
“I will be damned before I give up my business to pacify your feelings and ego!”

Denise finishes her statement and heads toward the door.


Desmond grabs his wife’s arm forcefully, swinging her around to face him. “Damn it, Denise, don’t walk away from me!”


Looking alarmed, Denise pushes her husband, trying to get him to release her arm.


Delilah continues to listen at the door while sipping her drink. She can tell this argument is worse than the ones in the past. She starts to walk back to her room when she hears a change in her father’s voice. She returns to her parents’ bedroom door, slightly turning the knob before stopping.


“No, I am not getting in the middle of this again.” Delilah remembers the last time she tried to intervene in one of her parent’s arguments.


Delilah had walked into her living room to catch her favorite television show, Law and Order: SVU. She had just placed her drink and chips on the table when she noticed her mother heading towards the front door with her father right on her heels.

“Desmond, I am going to Tennessee. This trip is essential for releasing my clothing line.”


Delilah’s father grabbed his wife by the shoulders, slightly shaking her. “I don’t care. For the last two weeks, you have not spent any time with me or Delilah. We come before that damn boutique.”


When he released her, Denise slapped her husband. “Don’t you ever manhandle me like that again!”


Delilah came out of the living room, running over to stop the situation. “Mom, what are you doing?”


Desmond reacted by swinging to hit Denise, but the open-handed slap sent his daughter reeling backward to the floor instead.


Denise ran over to Delilah to help her. “Damn you, Desmond! Look what you have done!”


Desmond froze, realizing he was out of control. He attempted to comfort her. “Baby girl, I am so sorry.”


Delilah backed away from him. “I’m so tired of you two arguing. I can’t take it!” She ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.


Denise waved her hand, stopping Desmond from touching her. She walked out the door.


Now, the pressure Desmond applies to her arm makes Denise wince. “So help me, God, if you don’t let me go, you’re going to regret it.”


Desmond knows she isn’t playing. Denise’s piercing eyes burn into his soul, causing him to release her and plead his case. “I miss you at home. It seems like Delilah and I don’t fit into your world anymore.”


Denise’s jacket starts to vibrate. She pulls out her cell phone, glances at it, and silences it. “Don’t bring Delilah into this.”


Desmond rubs the top of his head and exclaims, “What else do you want me to do?! She is seventeen years old, and I haven’t seen you spend any time with her.”
Denise rolls her eyes.


“I’m serious, Denise. When was the last time you two went shopping? Or had a mother-and-daughter day?”


Denise can’t answer, because she knows deep down that her husband is right. She has been paying more attention to her business than her family, but she won’t let Desmond know it. She can’t acknowledge that she has missed Delilah’s last four birthdays, their wedding anniversaries, and the holidays because of business conferences, workshops, and fashion shows. She is tired of him always bringing up past issues in every argument. Heck, she’s also tired of the arguing itself.
Her cell phone rings again, displaying her assistant’s number, and this time, she answers it. “Hello, Cherie, how can I help you?” She turns away from her husband for some privacy.


“Mrs. Murphy, your car will pick you up at four o’clock this evening. You will arrive in Evansville at seven. I have arranged for a late check-in at the hotel. The conference is a few miles away.”


“Thank you. Will you be joining me tomorrow before the presentation?” Denise asks.


“Yes. I will be there before lunch, and I will have your presentation materials set up before you go on at one o’clock.”


“Sounds great,” she replies, looking at her husband’s disapproving facial expression. She shrugs and hangs up the phone.

Desmond holds his palms up and out, hoping his wife can feel his defeat. “What the hell?”


“I’m done discussing this with you. My driver will be here to pick me up in two hours, and I don’t want us to say or do anything we will regret.” Denise walks around him, trying to get to the bedroom door.


“Fine, go ahead and run from our marriage and our daughter. I want you to remember one thing, Denise: I’m not always going to be waiting for you when you come back.” Desmond storms out of the room and right into his daughter.


“I’m sorry, Dad,” Delilah apologizes, then looks at her mother, who has appeared in the doorway with her suitcases. Delilah tries to read her father’s expression as he speaks.


“Hey, baby girl, you all ready for your big weekend with Tiffany?”

Delilah stands with one hand on her hip. “I’m not stupid, Dad. What’s going on now? I heard both of you arguing!”


He tries to distract her by pulling her into a hug.


“Dad, don’t ignore me. I know you and Mom were arguing,” she says, pointing at her mother, ready to take her father’s side in the disagreement.


Delilah believes her father can do no wrong. This is mainly because he is there to listen to her and spends time with her. She takes his side in everything.


She can still remember the first time Mother Nature arrived and her mother was not available to take her to the store. Her father, as brave as he could be, made his way to the feminine aisle and helped her pick out supplies. She wasn’t mortified, because her father had a way of making embarrassing moments seem small when he was around.


She smiles, remembering her first encounter with the tooth fairy, whom she believed was her dad. She did not believe the fairy would be able to lift her head to place any money under her pillow. So, her father showed her an alternative with the drawer in the kitchen. They placed her first tooth there, so the fairy could find it. The next morning, her father led her to the drawer, where the fairy had left a dollar.


The drawer became their way of sending each other secret messages. He leaves her notes with cash if he is not going to be home. She always checks the drawer when arriving home.


Desmond sighs. “Your mother and I did have a little disagreement.”

She gives her father a look that says: Here we go again. Delilah has little interaction with her mother, especially after hearing the way she speaks to her father. Delilah realizes it’s happening again, and this is not good. “For reals? You guys have been arguing a lot lately.”


Denise gives her daughter a look that says: No, you didn’t. “Don’t question your father; a child should know their place.”


Delilah glares at her mother, rolling her eyes while showing her the palm of her hand. “Whatever!” She walks away, heading toward her bedroom and slamming the door.


Then, she looks at her bedroom door and whispers, “I wish you would leave for good.”


She picks up a book to browse through on her bed while waiting for her ride. She straightens the black, grey, and teal bedding before sitting down. The black canopy bed sits in the middle of her room, contrasted by the teal walls that surround it. The grey and teal bathroom suite is large enough for Delilah to host her many clothes, shoes, and tote bags. She loves only a few things besides her father: Shopping, books, and spending her parents’ money.


She recently received a couple of books by one of her favorite authors, S.E. Green, a young adult suspense thriller writer who incorporates psychological twists into her stories.


Back in the hallway, Denise turns to her husband, expecting him to correct their daughter. “Are you just going to stand there and let her talk to me like that?”


Desmond smirks. “You brought that on yourself.” He turns away from his wife with no desire to correct Delilah. The way she behaved toward her mother was somewhat his fault. Once, she’d heard him on the phone when Denise left for a business meeting without telling them. She’d heard him yell at her mother that she was being a bitch.


He shakes his head at his wife. He just wants to keep Delilah on his side, in case their marriage comes to an end. He looks at her one more time before descending their cherrywood staircase and walking out the door.


As soon as Desmond shuts the front door, a horn blows and startles Denise. Delilah looks out her window, grabs her bag, and heads toward the door. She stops to take a deep breath before having to deal with her mother since she’d already seen her father get into his car.


“She’d better not say anything to me,” she mumbles to herself while opening her door. Delilah breezes by her mother, looking forward and bumping her mother’s shoulder as if she wasn’t there. She doesn’t give her mother time to say anything before heading down the stairs with her overnight bag in tow. When she reaches the door, Delilah finally hears her mother calling her.


“Delilah, did you not see me standing here?”


She answers without turning around. “I saw you.”


And with that, she walks out of the house, leaving her mother at the top of the stairs.






How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since middle school from journal entries to short stories and now books.



Do the characters all come to you at the same time or do some of them come to you as you write?

I normally create the main character and then the supporting characters come to right before I start plotting my novel.



What kind of research do you do before you begin writing a book?

I interview people. I go to locations that I may describe. I also search on google and go to the library for materials. I believe the best research is interview people in the profession you are writing about and people who have been through what your character is going through.




Do you see writing as a career?

I most definitely see writing as a career. This has been a dream of mines since high school and now that my first book is coming out, it has pushed me to pursue this full time. I believe it can be done without being signed to a traditional publisher especially if I put the work in.




Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre?

I am an avid reader. I don’t leave home without a review book or leisure reading book or a self-help book in my tote bag. I basically live and breathe all things bookish.


My favorite genres are mysteries and thrillers. I also read paranormal, fantasy, contemporary fiction and women fiction. I mainly like books that have a mysterious and or suspenseful element to it.




Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why?

I prefer to write while listening to a business or personal development podcast. It helps me stay focused on what I am trying to achieve and makes me think of what I am doing to improve myself.



Do you write one book at a time or do you have several going at a time?

At this point since book one is completed, I have started writing on book two along. I am also outlining and researching a middle grade book and a young adult fantasy book. I do this on separate days.




Pen or type writer or computer?

I outline with pencil and paper and then move to my computer. I mainly plot and outline with pencil and paper then I type it on the computer. After my outline is clear then I work on writing the book on the computer.




Tell us about a favorite character from a book.

Two of my favorite character is Lane from the Killer Instinct by S. E. Green. She is a teenager who is obsessed with serial killers because she wants to be one. Lane’s character is intelligent, creative, and a bad ass. I also love that she is sneaky and can hide in plain sight.


My second is Mary from Allegedly by Tiffany D. Jackson. Mary is a character you should fear on any given day. She is very calculating, manipulative and knows when to appear innocent, so you stay on her side. You don’t figure out her dark side until it’s too late. I love her so much.






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T.A. Beasley has been a lover of books, reading and writing since she was ten years old, when she encountered the teen department librarian at Central Library in her hometown of Evansville, In. She became a book reviewer and blogger in 2010 as well as a tour host, helping authors, publishers and publicists share books with readers through her blog, Authors & Readers Book Corner. She resides in Indianapolis, Indiana with her husband. It Happened To Me is her debut novel and she is working on her next title.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway with Excerpts & Guest Post! The Zyan Star Series (Books 1-3) by A.A. Chamberlynn!



The Zyan Star Series -



Zyan Star is a soul thief, bartender, and bounty hunter. What else could a woman want? Most certainly not to get involved with the forces of Heaven - unless they can help her get the revenge she seeks on her most-hated of exes. Things are about to get complicated.


Savior of humanity? Not so much. Or so she thought.



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Martinis with the Devil
Zyan Star Series Book 1
by A. A. Chamberlynn
Genre: Urban Fantasy

When offered a job on the Holy Representative’s special security team, bounty hunter Zyan Star couldn’t be less interested – until she finds out it’s her most hated of exes that they’re trying to track down. He broke her heart and dumped her, which in turn led to the loss of her soul at the hands of an immortal soul thief.

Now she too exists on a diet of souls, with the occasional martini thrown in for good measure, and she’s had over two hundred years to fantasize about revenge. She just didn’t quite imagine it playing out alongside the emissaries of Heaven.


Working with Eli, the uptight angel that heads up the HR’s security, is just about as much fun as Zy expects. He of course wants her vampire ex brought to justice through legal avenues, which is very inconvenient and incredibly boring. As she dives into the case, however, she realizes there’s more at stake than her plot for payback. Like, the free will of mankind, and preventing the minions of hell from taking over the sovereign dimensions. 


This job is going to push her to the limits of her abilities, and there’s just a slight problem with that: the powers she’s suppressed for centuries after losing control of them are exactly the powers she’s going to need to save the HR, end her millennia-old ex and stop Lucifer’s little plot to join the party and invade Earth. 

Savior of humanity? Not so much. Or so she thought.


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Whiskey and Angelfire
Zyan Star Series Book 2

Can Zyan avert the war that’s brewing before her past catches up to her, quite literally?


When one of the angelic warriors goes missing, Zyan and Eli head off to Dublin to join the search. As soon as they arrive, they're swept into rising tensions between the angelic forces and the other supernatural races. As more supernaturals go missing, Archangel Michael will stop at nothing to put the perpetrator behind bars, even if it means placing the city under martial law.


To add to the mess, Zyan's sister Anna is in Dublin, and where Anna is, Lucifer is only a step behind. Not to mention Alexander, Zyan's sworn enemy. Zyan has more than a sneaking suspicion they’re at the heart of a spree of recent demon invasions. But something is odd about these demons, and if she doesn’t figure it out before Lucifer reveals his ultimate plan, the price could be catastrophic.


As if things couldn’t get worse, being back in Ireland where she was turned immortal has dredged up the worst from her past. Including her maker, Olga, who’s none too pleased that Zyan’s come back.


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Vengeance and Vermouth
Zyan Star Series Book 3


Book three in the Amazon bestselling Zyan Star urban fantasy series!


To bring her best friend back from the dead, Zyan will march into Hell itself. But first she needs to amass a force that can challenge Lucifer on his home turf. 


With Archangel Michael and the forces of Heaven on her heels, Zyan criss-crosses the globe, gathering a supernatural team of epic proportions. She’s calling in all her favors this time, summoning figures from her past both dangerous and deadly.


And to get into Hell she must work with the worst of them all, the one who murdered her friend in the first place. Zy will have to put aside her burning need for revenge to pull off the biggest mission of her life, but that may prove to be the one thing she can’t do.


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Whiskey and Angel Fire


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Vengeance and Vermouth

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Excerpt - Martinis with the Devil (Zyan Star Book One)


The spawn turned to look at me with their orange goat eyes. They were ugly little buggers, similar in appearance to goblins, but with tiny wings on their backs. Five of them stood between me and Eli, whose arms were folded neatly over his chest, the veins popping out along his skin.


“None of your concern,” croaked the largest one, who stood only five feet tall, almost a foot shorter than me.


I smiled. “Actually this is very much my concern, as this fine gentlemen is a patron of my bar. I don’t appreciate my customers being harassed.”


“I didn’t buy anything,” Eli said.


I rolled my eyes. Gotta love the appreciation. “Be that as it may, I’m here now, and I’m not about to let a bunch of underworld offspring lurk around my establishment.” I pinned my hazel eyes on the leader. “That’s me asking nicely. I’ll only do it once.”


A slight twitch of a muscle was the only warning the first one gave before launching himself at my face. I brought my blade up before me and watched as his body sliced in half from forehead to groin. Two pieces of black flesh fell to the ground and sizzled into ash.




Two more of the spawn leaped towards me, and the other two at Eli. My sword blurred silver in the night, decapitating the first and taking the arms off the second. Eli dispatched his with a blast of white energy. They poofed into the air, little gray clouds that floated off into the sky.


I leaned down over the armless spawn, who grinned at me like a mental patient. “What’s so funny about bleeding out while your appendages lay beside you?” The tip of my sword pointed under his chin.


“You can’t stop it,” he laughed. His green blood oozed onto the pavement.

“Stop what?” Eli commanded.


“He’s coming. He’s coming! And then we will roam freely.” His smile widened, then he abruptly threw his weight forward, piercing his neck on the blade. “You can’t stop it,” he gurgled through his own blood. A moment later he dissolved into ash.

“What a drama queen,” I muttered.


Eli watched me, his eyes unguarded for just a moment before he lapsed back into what seemed his usual scowl. “That sword’s an interesting choice. Not a fan of hand-to-hand combat?”


“And ruin my nails? Don’t think so.”


“Why’d you even come down here? Did you seriously think I couldn’t handle five tiny demon spawn?”


“My turf, my business. Like I said earlier, I didn’t need them hanging around here anyways.” I ran a wash of magic over my blade to clean it and then caught sight of my boots. “Oh, God damn it!”


“Would you watch your mouth?” Eli snapped. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at my boots!” I lifted one off the ground and pointed my toe so he could see all the green gooey blood soaked into the black leather. “Now I’m gonna have to throw them away.”


“You just fought off a pack of demon spawn that spouted cryptic doomsday messages and all you can think about is your boots?” His voice was hard. Like his abs. Not that I’d been looking while we were in the middle of a battle.


“Come on, you didn’t take that guy seriously, did you?”


Eli’s jaw tightened. “It is my duty to take threats to the sovereignty of humankind very seriously.”


I laughed. “Well, you have fun with that.”


“You know, some of us actually have unselfish reasons for our existence. I’m sorry it isn’t as glamorous as your life.” He lifted his chin, golden hair falling against his jaw line.


“Yes, you should be.” I turned and strode away, leaving him on the street. “Oh, and by the way, you’re welcome,” I called over my shoulder.


Excerpt - Whiskey and Angelfire (Zyan Star, Book Two)



A loud rumble reverberated through the building. Dust shimmied down from the rafters above and sprinkled into our drinks.


“What the hell?” Riley groaned, staring mournfully at his glass.


Gus on the other hand stood up quick as a flash, his body rigid. The tendons in the side of his neck popped out and a ripple moved across his skin from head to foot. Riley’s head whipped in his direction and he sniffed the air, a purely animal move. His eyes went wolf.


“What’s happening?” Quinn squeaked.


I stood too, wobbling a bit. Whatever it was, this was a super terrible time to get caught up in it. We were wasted, though the look on Gus’s face started sobering me up pretty quickly.


“We’ve been having a bit of a conflict with one of the other shifter clans,” he said, and that was all the explanation we got, because the next moment he shot for the door in a blur of speed that would put a vampire to shame.


“Not good,” I groaned.


The other patrons had all headed out into the street too, leaving the three of us alone in the room, booze and adrenaline hanging heavy in the air.


“I don’t think I’ve ever been in a fight when I’m this drunk,” Riley said, running his fingers through his short black hair.


“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” I grinned and strode for the door. Nevermind that I bumped my hip on the corner of a table on my way out.


Before I hit the street, an inhuman scream sliced through the night. It sounded like a banshee. Behind me, Riley cowered down, his sensitive wolf ears in major pain. A moment later a chorus of similar cries split the air. I stepped through the front door right as a thunderous roar rolled between the buildings, followed by at least a dozen others. My katana appeared in my hand without conscious thought. I had witnessed a lot of battles in my life, but the scene before me was one of the scarier looking ones. Yeah, I was sobering up pretty quickly.


To my right stood a couple dozen dragons, ranging in size from that of a full-grown buffalo to a large van. They were all different colors, green and red and gold and purple; a rainbow flung across the cobblestones of the damp Dublin street. I knew Gus was a water varietal dragon, but there were many other types among his clan—fire and sand and forest among them. As I watched, Gus yelled and spun in place. By the time he finished a tight circle, his human form had been shed, his flesh melting into scales, his yell turning into a magnificent roar that shivered my bones. He stood on his hind legs, moon white and obsidian swirls of scales covering his undulating body, a mane of soft spikes along his spine and tail.


On the left, down the street several dozen yards stood a herd of horses. But no ordinary beasts were these. They were twice the size of a large domestic horse, for one. Their coats shone, shimmery metallic in a range of earth hues, reminding me of the wings of the angel warriors—not soft at all, but something flexible and hard at the same time. Smoke snorted from their flared nostrils, releasing an acrid scent into the air. Eyes of orange fire or glowing blue mist lit the dark sky like faerie lamps, and where they pawed the stone, sparks flashed from their hooves.


With one final volley of screams on my left and roars on my right, the battle of the horse and dragon shifters began.



Excerpt - Vengeance and Vermouth (Zyan Star, Book Three)



As we walked down the dock, a stingray glided through the purple water beneath us, outlined in sparkling phosphorous. You’d never guess we were in Hell. Lucifer sure had an eccentric taste in locales.


We were a bit early, but Lucifer already sat at the head of an elaborate rectangular table made of polished abalone shell with pink coral climbing the legs. A dozen crystal candlesticks dotted the surface, and flames flickered up from them, no wax. Silver goblets of dark wine were set at each of the five place settings.


“Zyan, Elijah, welcome,” Lucifer said, rising from his wicker chair and giving a slight bow. “I’m so happy you could join me for dinner.”


I suppressed a snort. As if we had a choice.


“You look ravishing, I must say. Both of you.” Lucifer looked us up and down as if we were the main course for dinner, his perfect pink lips pursed slightly.


“Thanks. Are you expecting others?” I asked, indicating the extra places set.


“Why us, of course.”


I turned to see Alexander and Anna gliding toward us, arm in arm. Judging by the look on his face, Alexander was back to his smug, smarmy self. He wore a light cotton suit like one of those rich beach bums, and Anna wore a green sundress. Eli and I seemed a bit overdressed in comparison.


Seeing Alexander brought a surge of rage, even though I’d seen him an hour before. My vision went red, as the saying goes, except it was red because I saw Quinn’s blood spilling down her chest, over and over. His death sung in the core of me. I just wondered if I could get away with it right in front of Lucifer.


Anna’s eyes brushed mine coldly as they swept past, taking the two seats on the left side of the table. Seeing her only added to my thirst for revenge. She’d lied to me, once again, and Quinn was dead because of it. She was just as guilty as Alexander, even if she hadn’t held the knife. Anna was no longer anyone I considered family. Quinn had been my true sister.


It was all I could do not to pull the dagger I had strapped to my thigh and stab both of them in the back. But I refrained, and Eli and I settled into the seats on the right. I must have been squeezing his hand tightly, because he shot me a worried look and stroked my fingers under the table, his skin smooth against my knuckles.


Lucifer smiled graciously. “Isn’t this lovely? It’s not every day I get four of my most favorite people together in one place.”




The world of Zyan Star



Zyan Star came to me in 2011, this incessant house guest in my brain who simply wouldn’t shut up. Usually it’s plot that comes to me first when I write a book - and I’m at ten completed and probably another dozen partially finished books under my belt. But Zyan was and remains the only book of mine to be inspired by a character, the center of a hurricane around which everything else spun and settled into place.


Zy is a soul thief, a supernatural bounty hunter, and a bartender (a kickass one at that). She’s living a pretty carefree existence in future Seattle, running her bar, Noir, with her two best friends Quinn and Riley, a witch and a werewolf. But everything changes when the angelic forces hire her to help them hunt down someone trying to assassinate one of their top dogs - a job she declines until she finds out the would-be assassin is her evil ex, the one responsible for the loss of her soul. Throw in Pan, the faerie god of nature, Lucifer and a host of demons, and the breakdown of a societal truce between humans and supernatural, and you’ve got a cocktail for mayhem. Not to mention that Zy’s new partner, the stuck-up angel Eli, may have about the most enticing soul she’s ever encountered.

And the series just gets more fun from there J Even though I wrote the first book, Martinis with the Devil, so long ago, I still love going back and reading it. I just adore Zy and the whole cast of characters so much. I’ve written other books that I love, too, but none have come to me as naturally as Zy with all her snark, sass, and badassery. If you don’t like sex, foul language, and fight scenes, this series probably won’t be your cup of tea. There are three novels and two novelettes in the series, with more to come, and also a spinoff series for Quinn, who has an interesting turn of fate in book three.


I hope you enjoy Zyan’s world as much as I do!






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Alexia is the author of the Amazon bestselling Zyan Star urban fantasy series and The Timekeeper's War contemporary fantasy series. She lives in Florida with her son, two cats, and a bearded dragon. When she's not writing or reading, she can be found playing with horses, drinking wine, traveling to the next place on her global wish list, or maybe doing yoga. Dr. Who, unicorns, and katanas make her very happy. She is represented by Sandy Lu of the L. Perkins Agency.


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