Snatched By Juliette Banks

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Snatched

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By Juliette Banks

You have turned me into a wanton woman.” “And a wanton woman is just what I need.”

Time 1850

Place An impoverished Eastern European country

Laryssa A 37-year-old woman who has been a widow since her 18-year-old daughter, Sofiya, was a baby.

Bhodan The leader of a group of bandits who travel around the countryside robbing and pillaging, and sometimes abducting pretty young women. He is bitter and angry after a vicious fight when he was young caused him to gain two livid scars across his face.

What brought them together?

Laryssa leaves her house for a short while, and returns to find that the bandits have taken her beautiful daughter, the light of her life. She is distraught, and sets off to find and rescue her. Her travels take her to the ruined castle, where the bandits hide out, and she begs Bhodan to allow her to stay as a housekeeper and bedfellow, without revealing her connection to Sofiya.

Despite the intentions of both, they find that they have a strong, sexual attraction for each other, and Bhodan gradually becomes less angry with the world and more attracted to Laryssa, a woman who shows him what love and kindness – something he has never experienced before – can do.

One day, while out robbing, Bhodan returns seriously wounded – the only one of the four bandits to return to the castle. This provides the opportunity that Laryssa has been waiting for, the chance to escape with Sofiya. But if she takes that chance then she will be leaving Bhodan to die. Laryssa is torn between love for her daughter, and the increasing feelings she has developed for Bhodan. How can she choose between the love of her daughter and probably the only chance she will ever have for love.

Such a sweet little body. No wonder the other women were jealous and drove you away.”

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NOTE: This book was previously published as a short novella with the same title. It has been amended and greatly extended to more than double its length.

An excerpt from the book (Rated PG)

The icy wind penetrated the woman’s flimsy cloak and went deep into her aching bones. It was almost dark, and the dense forest on either side of the track was gloomy and menacing. The trees made a creaking, moaning noise as the wind howled through them, and there came a sound of a distant wolf, but she tried not to be afraid. She had been walking for nearly three days, and her body was so weary that she was scared that it would let her down and she would collapse here in this lonely and desolate place. Sheer willpower and thoughts of her precious Sofiya were the only things forcing her to keep placing one foot after another.

Sofiya was her joy and her reason for living. She was her vibrant and beautiful eighteen- year-old daughter, and since her husband’s death, when Sofiya was no more than an infant, there had been just the two of them, together against the harsh and unforgiving world. She would walk to the ends of the earth for her child, and right now she felt as though she was walking to the ends of the earth, but she had no choice since the night the men came and took her daughter.

She had only been away from the house for a few hours, taking care of a sick old man on the other side of the village, but it was long enough for them to gallop to her home and snatch her precious daughter. A neighbor came running to tell her that Sofiya had been taken, that four men on horseback and with daggers tucked into their waistbands had entered her house and dragged her daughter screaming to one of the horses. They had flung her over the saddle in front of one of the riders, and within minutes, had galloped away. When the woman heard the news, she sank to the floor and screamed so much that people came running from far and wide to find out what evil had occurred that someone should cry out with such pain and anguish.

One of the men, new to the village, said he was afraid that Sofiya had been taken by a band of criminals known for stealing cattle and treasure from wherever they could find it, and that they also took away pretty young women who caught their eye. He had heard of such events from people in his previous village, and the women they took were not heard from again. Some said that they were sold into slavery in faraway places.

On hearing this, the woman fainted.

When she recovered consciousness, she knew that she must find Sofiya and rescue her from whatever terror and degradation that would come from being with such men. Life without her daughter could not be contemplated. She collected some food and her cloak, and set out to find her daughter, uncertain where to go and how far she must travel.

The first night was spent in a shed with some goats, who at least provided her with some warmth, and the second with a sympathetic and kind old woman who shared her meagre supper and allowed her to curl up in front of her fire for the night. If it hadn’t been for her kindness, she feared that she might not be here now. But the night was coming again, and she dreaded the coming hours of darkness, without food or heat or shelter. She had seen no habitation for many hours and began to sink into a deep despair as she contemplated her fate. Would she die out here on this lonely track, perhaps eaten by the wild animals that surely inhabited the forest?

Just as she was about to surrender to the exhaustion and the pain in her body, she thought she detected a light through the trees. Turning a corner in the road, a large, gloomy, old castle loomed ahead; part of which was in ruins, giving it an abandoned appearance. However, the sight of a faint light coming from one of the narrow windows on the upper floor showed her that the castle was likely inhabited.

Could this be the place she was seeking?

Apart from the light in the upstairs window, there were no other signs of occupation. It looked abandoned and menacing. There may have been extensive grounds around the castle once, but now a small area of rough ground was the only open area, surrounded by dense forest that was slowly creeping towards the building, ready to reclaim it for its own.

The woman knew that there was no point in going to the entrance and begging for the release of her daughter, if this was indeed where she was being held captive. The men holding Sofiya would almost certainly laugh in her face and send her packing. She needed to convince them to let her enter the castle and stay a while so that she could work on a plan to rescue her daughter from their clutches. And how she begged the gods above for her daughter to be within these walls so she had not made the long and tortuous trip in vain.

She reached the heavy oak door and tugged the bell pull, the sound echoing in the corridors beyond. For a long time it seemed as though the bell was going to be ignored, but eventually the woman heard a shout from above. Looking up, she saw a man staring down at her from an open window.

She offered him everything, in her desperate search for her daughter.

An excerpt from the book (rated R)

Back in the kitchen, she cleared up, then took some heated water from the stove and poured it into a bowl. She desperately wanted to wash herself and took the bowl into the corner of the kitchen and began to clean her body, using a rag she had found. She removed her dress and washed as best she could whilst still wearing her petticoat. The hot water felt so good against her skin. She turned and saw Bhodan standing in the doorway, watching her.

His eyes were dark pools and his chest was rising with shorter breaths than usual. Laryssa saw desire in his face. She steeled herself to gaze calmly at him. The time that she had dreaded since arriving at the castle was upon her.

“Come,” was all he said, and then he turned and walked away.

Laryssa took a deep breath and followed the man with the scarred face. It was strange, she thought, but the scars no longer seemed repulsive. How quickly she had become used to them. It wasn’t the scars that bothered her now. She now had to fulfill the bargain she had made when she arrived, and her stomach was churning with thoughts of what she was about to do, but she could not go back now. Her daughter depended on her.

She followed Bhodan into his room. There was a large bed in the center of it, with a chest against one of the walls, and a small table and chair against another. Laryssa was horrified to see on the table a leather belt, and a long, flexible birch stick.

Bhodan, closing the door behind her, saw the look on her face. He stood very close to the trembling woman and ran his hand lightly down her front, stopping to caress her breast beneath the thin layer of her undergarment. Looking intently into her face, he said, “I don’t think those will be needed tonight. All I want at the moment is to sink into that cunt of yours. After so many years of neglect, I think I shall receive a warm welcome there.”

A shiver travelled down Laryssa’s body. It was partly fear, but she was ashamed to admit to herself that it was also partly anticipation for a feeling that she had not experienced in so long. There was something about this wild, nearly handsome man, with his gruff manner, that caused unexpected and unfamiliar shivers in that most neglected part of her body, and it disturbed her.

“Take off your clothes.” Bhodan turned and began removing his own clothes. Laryssa removed her petticoat and waited with downcast eyes. The naked Bhodan strode towards her, his cock now stiff and leading the way. He lifted her chin with his hand.

“You may not have the body of a girl, but you have a body that any man would want to sink into. Don’t be modest. Lie on top of the bed and let me look at you.”

She did as she was instructed, trying to calm the thumping of her heart. Bhodan looked down at her, his erection clearly demonstrating his desire. He ran his hand down her belly and down one of her legs before returning it up the inside of the other leg. It came to a halt as he reached her groin. He slid it towards her sex and, parting her labia, pushed his finger into her and gently swirled it around.

She was already moist with a desire that she tried not to feel, but was incapable of preventing. Had she become a harlot so easily?

Bhodan leaned close to her ear and whispered in a way that seemed so intimate, Laryssa’s breath caught in her throat. “I see that you are more than ready for me.”

Author Biography

I write erotic romances as Juliette Banks, but some of you may also know me as the author Rachel de Vine. I am British and live in a beautiful rural part of England. However, I also like travelling to remote and unusual parts of the world, and have visited places as diverse as Tibet, Bhutan, Peru, Namibia and China. Our world is so beautiful and I hope that it will always remain so, and I see myself as being so lucky to have the freedom to travel that was denied many previous generations. I hope I never take it for granted.

I write mainly romances, because I am an incurable romantic, and I write erotic romances because I am always attracted to the sexuality and sensuality that is within so many of us. I like to write about interesting characters who often have to survive life’s challenges before they can reach the happy ending they deserve.

Here are my contact details:

Facebook http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor

Twitter www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk

Website www.racheldevineauthor.com (a site for both Rachel and Juliette)

Amazon Author Page for Juliette Banks here

Amazon Author Page for Rachel de Vine here

Thank you for inviting me to your blog, and I hope your readers have enjoyed a taste of my book.

Juliette x

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HOW TO SMART URL

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so I was doing book promos for fellow authors and a few needed to do last minute changes to the url or just add them last minute so i put this together to show how to do it without worrying if they can get to it before it posts

 

This is a way to get a url to use when you haven’t released your book yet but want to have your blog promo out and ready to go.

One go to smart url https://manage.smarturl.it/ and create an account it takes an email and password then a reply to there email.

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Then go and log in.

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then you click on create url

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you will come to this page

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Click country. (mostly I don’t know what the others do)

Then go to your default. (I used my amazon author page)

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Copy the url from  the page you chose

and put it in default box.

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Then scroll down.

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I tend to make it something to do with the book(if it goes through this will be your url)

then click save.smart8

Now you have an url to put in to your pages you send for blog and wouldn’t need to have someone add it later.

When you get the book url. (presale or it goes live)

Go back to smarturl.it and log in.

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Click on the link for the book url you made before.

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Copy your book link. (I use us because that’s where I am at)

Paste it both places.

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Click the background.

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I know this works for amazon now what ever country their in it will go to that amazon.

Then click save and your done.

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Now the url in the blog will take them to the right amazon page for them.

it also keeps track of where and how many clicks the url receives.

this is meant to help if you find it confusing or errors please let me know

as always thanks for reading

Dab10

 

 

Unorthodox Therapy Prerelese Blog

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As always I was given two excerpts

one clean and one not so much

so I put both in

Dab10

Unorthodox Therapy

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Release date: 30th June 2016

Genre: Erotic suspense/thriller

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Cover design: Lilah E. Noir

Editing: Heather’s Red Pen Editing Services

International Link: http://myBook.to/UnorthodoxTherapy

Facebook Launch Party: http://bit.ly/28OaX0C

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Blurb:

Lina Riley, an inspiring leader of her software development company, is a lady of many strengths and one weakness. A skillful business negotiator, she pays the price of her success with long working hours and a bad smoking habit. It is the one battle this powerful woman just cannot seem to win.

To the world, Thomas Jett seems like the poster boy for nice, respectable guys. A talented programmer and a well-liked colleague, Jett does a good job hiding his secret. Little does anyone know about his dark, lustful side and intense domination urges. Lina has been his weakness and obsession ever since he first stepped into her office for a job interview. He also may be the right man to help her be stronger.

Thomas offers Lina a way to get over her addiction… but she’ll have to fully submit to his authority. Could a woman like Lina surrender to her desires in the hands of a much younger man? Is she strong enough to give him her submission? Does Thomas have ulterior motives? How long can they stay on the edge before someone gets hurt?

Author Biography

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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and stories with elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM spectrum. Her tales are focused on the intricate relationships between people and their rough yet always sensual encounters.

Lilah is an author of Stroker Ace, a menage novella that has been nominated for a Best BDSM Book of 2015 at the Menage category.

Unorthodox Therapy is her debut full-length novel and a first part of a trilogy exploring the nature of addiction.

When she doesn’t write Lilah enjoys creating covers for herself and other

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Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/lilahenoirauthor
Twitter –
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Amazon –
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Websites –
http://lilahenoir.wordrpess.com
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Goodreads Author Page –
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Goodreads Book Page – http://bit.ly/23fuFbV
Pinterest –
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Tumblr – http://lilahenoir.tumblr.com/

 

Excerpt One (Clean) – 940 words

The young man put the cane back in the cupboard and came closer to me. He took a hold of my chin and made me look him straight in the eyes. It was clear his playful mood had evaporated. Thomas caressed my skin with his fingertips as he kept talking. “I’m well aware of what you’re going through, Lina. You make up your mind to finally cut the cord with your bad habit, but then life seems harder without the cloud of smoke around you. Over the years, you’ve learned to associate your bad habit with a sense of peace and quiet. So of course, you long to get back to the state of bliss and so you fail. Each time you fail, it gets harder to resist during the next attempt. Self-denial and pulling yourself together doesn’t work.”

Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Doctor Freud, but you do realize you’re not telling me anything new, don’t you?” I breathed in and closed my eyes. Don’t let him get in your head.

He released my face from his firm grip, and a sudden wave of frustration rushed over me. His warm fingers had made me feel so protected. Protected from what? From him? You’re unraveling. Get out of that nuthouse now before it gets worse!

How exactly do you plan to help me?” I asked and looked down at one of the large pink vibrators.

By conditioning your brain.” Thomas walked around me, and for the second time that evening, his warm palms rested on the back of my neck. What was more irritating? That I allowed him to touch me in all sorts of creepy manners or that I loved it too much to tell him to stop? “You will never succeed if you think of cigarettes as your safe harbor. That is why I’ll use the carrot and stick method to get you in the right frame of mind. It’s crucial that you learn to associate smoking with pain and distress, but I’ll need your submission and obedience for it to work.”

Those two words made my pussy get even slicker and made my erect nipples hurt with longing. But why? What game was he playing?

Forget it, Thomas. If this is some convoluted plan to put me in a humiliating position, you really don’t know me well enough.” My anger and disappointment pushed the lust away and gave me some temporary balance. “Are you in this alone? Or there are other pranksters who wanted to see the boss make a fool of herself?”

Thomas didn’t tremble at my accusation and moved his lips to my ear.

That’s another problem I noticed. You keep all your tension bottled up instead of finding a healthy outlet. You’re obsessed with the thought of being seen as weak and this is your biggest vulnerability. Quite ironic.”

What else, doctor?” I snapped and turned to face him with determination. “What else do you assholes discuss behind my back? Let me guess. I’m a frigid ice queen in serious need of getting laid? Well, you know what? I’ve got absolutely no problem in the sex department. I lead a healthy and normal intimate life. I actually happen to have a very high sex drive. So, please, keep me out of your locker room talk!” It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no business digging into my brain anyway. “You can’t spank the smoking out of me. How about we forget this evening ever happened?”

Do you know what is funny, Lina?” Thomas raised his hands in comic defeat but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You’re the one who keeps bringing sex up, naughty girl. I hadn’t mentioned any sexual play yet. Discipline, punishment and rewards can happen entirely without it.” He took a step closer and pressed his lips to my neck. “You should have told me earlier you wanted me, boss.”

Quit joking around.” His kiss and its intensity weren’t a joke at all, though. His lips traced a line down my neck and I had to force myself to think of the least pleasurable things so it wouldn’t affect me. I pushed him away and said in a stern, clipped voice, “I hope this isn’t some sick revenge against your mother. If I wanted to be punished, I would prefer it to be for my own sins. I’ve done too much for you to deserve it, though. Did you really hate me all these years?”

What?” Thomas raised his eyebrows and blinked a few times, completely caught by surprise. “Lina, I never thought I’d hear such a silly assumption from you. My mother doesn’t even look like you. If anything, you’re her total opposite. Besides, she and I are trying to patch things up right now. She’s finally realizing her mistakes. Whatever anger I felt for her is gone.” His hands found their way to my shoulders and he gave me his typical mischievous smile. “I’m deeply grateful for all you do for me. I admire you. That’s why I want to help you deal with your problem. It’s a shame such a strong woman is a slave to nicotine.”

There are much worse addictions, Thomas.” The sudden shame confused my emotions even further. The thought that somehow I hadn’t lived up to his expectations, that I wasn’t a role model, made no sense, but the feeling resurfaced and it hurt.

That is true.” He kissed my forehead in a chaste manner and placed his palms on my shoulders, applying deep pressure. “But there are much better ones as well. I won’t try to persuade you. Do you want my help, Lina?”

Excerpt 2 (Explicit) – 96o words

I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?

I hadn’t realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,

There’s no need to say anything, Lina. You’ll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”

As if I had a choice. Feeling was all I could do. Every small brush over my skin triggered fire straight to my pussy; every whisper of his calm voice caressed my body like both feather and whip.

Please, I…”

The switch flipped and Thomas’s personality shifted from kind to sadistic without warning. He tugged the leash and moved toward the staircase while I was still down on my knees.

It’s time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”

I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.

No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it’s like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”

This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.

He didn’t say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.

The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.

Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.

I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.

I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”

How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas… Sir… I can’t last. I need you so badly. I’m in so much pain. Please, spare me.”

So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn’t easy for me either.”

My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn’t use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.

A week of holding back added up as well.

I’m scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.

I know. Don’t move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.

Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I’m dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself.

You’re a good girl, Lina, but don’t try to dictate my pace.” Thomas leaned forward to nibble my earlobe. Then he stepped back and out of my sight. “Close your eyes.”

UPDATE FOR KARMIC KASES

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Now somehow I made a mistake somewhere but the ebook is up for pre-order

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but the paperback is live

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so if you want to you could get a hard copy before the ebook release?

as always thanks for reading

Dab10

 

Cover Reveal For Maer Wilsons “Ghost Dancer”

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My first  Cover Reveal but more then happy to give a shout out to Author Maer Wilson

 

I’m pleased to reveal the cover for “Ghost Dancer,” the new novelette in The Thulukan Chronicles. Artwork by Danielle DeVor and text by Ida Jansson.

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About the Story

Ten-year-old Danika Samms was going to be a dancer. She was even going to be on TV for a big national contest. Until a serial killer put an end to her dreams. Now her ghost has come to Thulu and La Fi to save her dog from the killer. La Fi is a medium and Thulu is a finder and together they find justice for the dead.

The detectives take the case, but they find more than a lost pup. They discover a heartbreaking secret and a seasoned killer already on the prowl for his next victim. And this time their walk on the darker side of the paranormal puts their own lives at risk.

“Ghost Dancer” is the third novelette from The Thulukan Chronicles.

About the Author

Maer Author

After a successful career being other people, and later teaching others the many tricks of that trade, Maer Wilson has decided to be herself for a while. Turns out she’s a writer. She’s always loved stories, especially fantasy, mystery and sci fi. Maer was born in the Year of the Dragon and has a dragon-themed room in her home, but sadly no dragons in the back yard. When she’s not writing, Maer plays online video games, teaches college and reads. She also co-hosts the literary podcast, MythBehaving and writes for two gaming fansites. Maer lives in the high desert of Southern Nevada with her two dogs, a chihuahua and a poodle. Portals is Book 2 in The Thulukan Chronicles. You can find all books and novelettes in The Thulukan Chronicles at Amazon. You can visit Maer’s website at http://maerwilson.com/.

Maer’s Links 

Maer’s Website: http://maerwilson.com/

Maer on Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Maer-Wilson/e/B00CDX29YW/

Maer on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Maer-Wilson-Author/149085628472833

Maer on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MaerWilson

Maer at Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7040319.Maer_Wilson

Maer at Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/maerw/boards/

Relics at Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17767013-relics

Relics Paperback at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Relics-Maer-Wilson/dp/1939173310/

Relics Kindle at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Relics-ebook/dp/B00CLB6HUI/

Portalshttp://www.amazon.com/Portals-Book-Thulukan-Chronicles-Volume/dp/1494209039/

Portals Kindle at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Portals-Book-The-Thulukan-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00H5O9P5A/

Ghost Memory” (A Thulukan Chronicles Story, #1)http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00E5W1W2Y/

Unwanted Ghost” (A Thulukan Chronicles Story, #2) – http://www.amazon.com/Unwanted-Ghost-Thulukan-Chronicles-Story-ebook/dp/B00FYACAZO/