New Release Goldie by Danni Maxwell

 

Title:  Goldie

Author: Danni Maxwell

Publisher:  NineStar Press

 Release Date: July 6, 2020

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 12400

Genre: Fantasy, LGBTQIA+, mythical creatures, Magic/Magic users, Fairy tales, fantasy, romance

 

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Synopsis

 

Cast out of her village after being accused of killing her father, Marigold Lovelock has nothing but the clothes on her back and the willpower to make it into the woods.

 

With the company of an Ursidae, a mythical creature known as Squeak, she seeks out The One, the Storyteller who speaks the truth.

 

Throw in a nasty beast called the Gromas, a pack of wolves, and a girl with lips as red as blood, Marigold knows she must learn how to embrace the person she was always been destined to be.

 

Excerpt

 

Goldie

Danni Maxwell © 2020

All Rights Reserved

 

A person falls in love with three people in their lifetime. At least that’s what the Storytellers will show you in their legends.

 

Each love will come at a time in a person’s life when they need it most. Even if they don’t realise they needed it in the first place.

 

There’s the first love, the one who teaches what the magical thing called love is. It’s young love. It’s innocent, and it’s pure. It ends far before it can truly begin, but it will always remain the first love of one’s life.

 

The second love is a hard love to endure. It changes a person, teaches them that a heart can break, that a person can wound you more than a knife, that not every love is a fairy tale. It makes a person stronger; it shapes them, helps them grow, teaches them that a heart can mend in time.

 

Then there is the third love, a love that has no warning, that sneaks up on a person and takes them by surprise. It’s the love that they didn’t know they needed, the one they were not looking for. It’s the love that will truly last the test of time. This is the love that can withstand all the battles a person has to endure. It’s unwavering. This is the love that feels like a fairy tale.

 

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Marigold Lovelock had heard these legends more times than she could count, but she never once believed in them.

 

Her father was a Storyteller. His job was to be the one a person seeks for the knowledge, the truth, the wisdom. His job was his life. It took precedence over everything else, including Marigold. Her father’s favourite thing about his title, his powers, was the fact that people blindly adored him. They believed her father could do no wrong, that he was the one with all the answers. He could gather as many of the townspeople as he wanted, tell them of the stories, the legends, the prophecies that had been passed down to him by Storytellers past. And the townspeople would gather; they would flock, run, rally to the town’s centre to hear a new story each day; their eyes and hearts full of belief, of wonder and whimsy.

 

They truly loved her father, for he could tell them all the things their hearts desired to hear, could warn them of the dangers of the beasts and demons that lay beyond the town’s edge. Her father was the light, and Marigold his shadow. The people treated her like she was nothing, like all she did was bring the darkness wherever she went. They skittered away if she got too close, made shifty, judging glances with narrowed eyes and lips pressed in tight lines. The children were ushered away and taught to keep their distance.

 

Though Goldie never knew why they did this, she wondered if it was out of fear, and if that were true, perhaps she was afraid of them too. She’d shy away from everyone as they would hiss and pull away from her. Because why would you even try to fit in when you’re a puzzle with one too many pieces that will never be completed?

 

Her life had never been easy. She lost her mother to childbirth, she lost her father to the Storytellers, and she lost herself to the darkness of being alone. The darkness enveloped the townspeople too but not as heavy as it weighed on her. They all had lost their light; her father had died this past spring, and though the doctor had said he passed from age and peacefully in his sleep, Marigold wondered if he had died of a broken heart. He was always so lost without her mother, and he blamed Marigold for that loss; it’s why she never felt close to him, to anyone.

 

Everyone believed Marigold was cursed, that she possessed something inside her so dark and wicked that it had killed her mother, and that anyone who got close to her, anyone who loved her, would fall dead to the curse too. Her father was just another reason for them to fear her. The townspeople were lost without their Storyteller. The next was still learning the stories and prophecies, and so they had no one to turn to for guidance, for what should be done about Marigold, about who they thought she was, what she was to become, and who she might hurt in the process. The elders of the town were brought up on the stories, but they could only remember so much. Only the mind of a Storyteller could remember all. Their older minds were forgetting, slowly with time, but they never failed to forget the prophecy of the Kalakuta. That is what they believed Marigold was.

 

The Kalakuta were ancient beings, the ones the elders and Storytellers alike would call “the potion people of death.” Their prophecy tells of the Kalakuta being a sentient being that lived long before the time of people. Beings that, once they found a host, would kill any human or being in its path, for the darkness inside told them to do so. They were the makers of death. Her father, the Storyteller, had spoken of a Kalakuta preying on their town, feasting on the sick, the weak, the lost, believing that over time they would eventually take everyone, and there would be no one left to stop it. The minute Marigold’s father had passed, it was like any suspicion they had of Marigold being a Kalakuta had all but been confirmed.

 

This is why she now stood at the edge of the wood, at the final edge of sand between the unknown and the town, her only belongings scattered just beyond the trees, and the entire town standing at her back, waiting to be rid of her at last. Their mourning period was over for the Storyteller. The townspeople were no longer grieving; they were rioting. The moment their mourning cloud had lifted, they went on a manhunt for her. They found Marigold hidden away, wishing to be forgotten in her small hut of a home. They were all afraid of her, just as she was afraid of them. No one was willing to get too close to her. She cowered in her corner, begging someone, anyone, to leave her alone.

 

Someone looped rope around her body, cinching it at her waist and all but dragging her out of her home toward the dark wood. She was scrambling to grab anything she possibly could, begging them to stop, promising them that she would willingly go if they just let her grab her things. They stopped for a moment, enough time for her to grab a satchel with two dresses to change, her pouch of every coin she had saved that her father had hesitated to give her as gifts on special days, and the only drawing she had of her mother, one that her father had tried to throw away in anger and mourning on the anniversary of her death, Marigold’s birthday. It was the one thing Marigold had treasured all her life. It was the last thing she had.

 

“Now. Get going,” the man holding the end of the rope had grunted, tugging on the rope so hard her chest ached with the effort to breathe.

 

The people gathered in her hut parted at the door. They led Marigold out of the town to the wood with a rope around her waist, something hard pressing into her back, pushing her forward while tears streamed down her face. She gripped at her satchel, her heart breaking with every step she put in behind her. Please, she had begged them. Please don’t send me away.

 

All that resulted in was her being shoved even harder, falling to the ground, her crying out in pain as something hard, no doubt the broom handle of a local keeper, cracked down on her back. Her things were grabbed by the children, her satchel tossed, her dresses strewn, her photo crumpled into the tiniest ball. Her pouch of money pressed against her hip, hidden in the pocket she’d sewn into her dress herself. It was the only thing they couldn’t take from her.

 

“Be gone, Kalakuta!” They were all shouting obscene comments at her now, where she stood straight as a pin, her bare toes touching the edges of the dark wood.

 

“Please, I am not a—”

 

“You are a killer, Marigold Lovelock. You killed your parents; you kill the elders, the children even! You have a darkness in you that will never settle. We ought to kill you, but that would be too kind of us. We shall let the beasts of the woods decide your fate. Never return to Veritas, or we will change our minds. Kalakuta.” The man spit at her. The crowds were throwing things at her, rocks and sticks and anything they could use to hurt her.

 

“Please—” Marigold pleaded one last time, her cheeks dripped with tears, her whole body trembling. She had never been so scared in all her life.

 

“She does not learn. We have no pity,” an elder breathed in hushed tones.

 

“Let us show her what we do to Kalakuta.”

 

This was the last thing Marigold heard before she felt a sharp, blunt pain at the back of her skull, and the world went black.

 

Purchase Links

 

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https://ninestarpress.com/product/goldie/

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 Meet the Author

 

Danni Maxwell has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. Born and raised in Ontario, Canada, she is a debut author who is currently studying to become a librarian, a job she defines as the best of both the reading and writing world. She has won multiple prestigious writing awards in the past few years. Her favourite genres to write are contemporary, LGBT+, and more recently she’s been dabbling in YA, sci-fi and poetry. When she’s not writing, you can find her creating book- and writing-related videos on Youtube’s Booktube community, at Danni Darling.

 

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Giveaway –

 

One lucky winner will receive a $10.00 NineStar Press Gift Code!

 

 

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ReRelease: The Geek and His Artist By Grace R. Duncan writing as Hope Ryan

<b>The Geek and His Artist
By Grace R. Duncan writing as Hope Ryan
http://www.hope-ryan.com/Geek-Artist

Blurb: Can Simon get past his fears and take Jimmy’s offer to get out of danger?</b>

Simon Williams spends his lunch periods drawing his geek and trying not to think about the terrors waiting for him at home. He needs to get away from his abusive father before he suffers the same grisly fate as his mother. Because he’s learned the hard way running away doesn’t work, he’s counting the days until his eighteenth birthday.

Jimmy Bennet should be spending his lunch studying so his senior GPA is good enough to get him into college, but he can’t seem to focus thanks to his distracting artist. When he’s given the opportunity to tutor Simon in Trig and discovers Simon’s home-life nightmare, he wants nothing more than to get Simon out of danger. This need becomes more urgent when Simon comes to school the Monday after their first date with bruises, but it takes a broken leg before Jimmy can convince his boyfriend the Bennets really want him.

But the danger Simon thought was past shows up at the most unexpected time, and he must stand up to the fears he’s held so long to protect not only himself, but the man he wants to spend his life with.

ExcerptL

Simon frowned down at the grade report in his hand, trying—again—to figure out what he was going to do about his trig grade. His feeling had been right: he’d bombed the fall semester for the class. He shouldn’t have taken it in the first place—he didn’t need it for college—but he had and now he had a D+ to show for it. He could drop the class, but if he did, then the D+ would stay on his transcript. Not the end of the world, but he really didn’t like what it would do to his GPA.

His only other option was to see about getting some tutoring to try to bring that grade up, since his solo attempts hadn’t done much at all for him. He’d been fine with algebra, geometry, and even algebra II. So when he’d signed up for trig, he’d expected he could handle it. Little did he know that trigonometry was a completely foreign language from the others.

The Bastard was going to kill him for being late, but Simon would just have to deal with it, and if he was lucky, he could still make it home in time to cook. He needed the good grades for financial aid.

He sighed, folded the paper back up, and stuffed it into his backpack, then pulled the door to his school library open. He paused just inside the door and looked around, but didn’t readily see anything set up as a tutoring center. The library itself wasn’t big, the bookshelves reaching the ceiling and crammed into just about every available space. After giving himself a moment to make sure he didn’t see it, he moved over to the desk.

A large, older woman in a polka-dotted dress, with steel-gray hair and glasses with blue plastic frames that curved up to points in the corners, stood at a computer, checking in books. Simon guessed she was the librarian. He hadn’t had much need to come into the school library yet, so he hadn’t seen her before. He waited for a couple of minutes, but when she didn’t even seem to see him, he leaned on the counter and cleared his throat.

Her head whipped around. “Oh! I am so sorry, deary. I didn’t notice you there.” She stepped closer and smiled widely. “You’re so quiet! Most of the boys in here make so much noise. How may I help you?”

Simon found himself returning her smile. She reminded him of all those grandmothers he’d seen in just about every movie ever, and he found himself wondering if that’s what a real grandmother was like. He had no idea what his had been like since he hadn’t met them before they died. He shook the thought off. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the tutoring center?”

“Don’t worry, dear,” she said, patting his hand. “It’s over there. Kind of hidden, I’m afraid. One of the tutors is there now.” She pointed toward an enclosed room on the other side of the main library area, the door the only thing showing among the stacks. When he peered closer, he saw the walls above the bookshelves and now could tell it was its own room.

Simon thanked her, she patted his hand again, and he crossed to the door, hoping against hope that whoever the tutor was wouldn’t be an ass. He knew some of them did it for their community service requirements—Simon still had to figure out what he was going to do—and not because they wanted to actually help.

When he stepped through the door and looked around, he saw one person—obviously male, by the breadth of the back—hunched over a table. To his left a clipboard sat on the short counter, asking for name, subject, and date, which Simon filled out, then looked back at the tutor.

And stopped dead, staring.

Young Adult Contemporary Romance

320 pages

Cover Artist: Kathryn Bone

Editor: Tricia Kristufek

Current Edition (second) – Independently published – October 23, 2020

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LF23NGG

Also available through Kindle Unlimited

Hope Ryan is an out and proud bisexual, wife of a loving guy, and mother to three, including an amazingly brave gender-fluid son. She loves to write about the tough stuff, but also wants to see her characters happy in the end. She feels strongly about showing there is hope for everyone, no matter where you come from, how you identify your gender, or who you love.

Hope likes to play board and card games and can often be found playing God with her Sims or running around, fighting monsters in a virtual version of Middle Earth. Her TV and movie preferences lean towards anime, sci-fi, and fantasy, though she’ll never turn down a good happily ever after love story, either. As long as there are explosions or action, she’s happy. She loves to read books of all kinds, though prefers stories about love in its many forms.

Come join us on Facebook at Grace’s Groupies where you can find out more about Hope and Grace, hang out with other fans and authors, and have fun!

Website: www.hoperyan.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/hoperyanauthor

Email: hoperyanauthor@gmail.com

rainbow snippets

Ugh it’s midterms and I’m still sitting here with tooth pain so I’ll just drop this snippet and run.

Continuing on with These Haunted Hill Brendan is having a massive panic attack about losing his pendant and Josh just found it in his truck. It’s longer than 7 sentences but it completes the thought

Brendan whipped around so fast, he slammed a shoulder into the porch. He toppled with a cry. Josh raced over, dropping into a crouch next to him. He put a hand on Brendan’s sweating shoulder. It bled a little from where it kissed the wooden porch.

“What’s wrong? It’s just a necklace.”

Brendan snagged it from Josh’s hand, shaking so hard he nearly dropped it. He put it around his neck without comment. His trembling fingers brushed the glass, lingering over the metallic blue swirl of glass inside the pendant. “It’s Connor.”

“I don’t understand.” Josh sat on the edge of the porch.

“It’s part of his ashes. They make them into glass art.” He closed his fingers around it. “I can’t lose this. I can’t lose part of my son.” Brendan wept a few tears then they came as a torrent.

Josh caught his breath. He slipped an arm around Brendan’s back. “I didn’t know.”

Brendan shook his head. “His mother and I did different things with Connor’s ashes. I wanted just a tiny part of him to keep with me always.”

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

Rainbow snippets

Running late on everything between online teaching fires, deadlines, midterms, hiking and breaking a tooth. SIgh. I will catch up.

Moving on with These Haunted Hills Just as they were getting close, Brendan freaked out over his necklace.


Josh put a hand on Brendan’s shoulder only to get it batted away. “Look around here on the floor. I’ll go check the truck.”

Josh raced out to his vehicle, flinging open the door. He checked the floorboard. He found the glass pendant on the floor under the seat. He turned to run back to the cabin only to see Brendan on his hands and knees looking under the stairs to the porch. “I have it!” he called.

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

Rainbow snippets

October, my favorite month. This is Halloween has been running on a loop in my head. I’ve been out hiking as much as I can with all the lovely leaf change. It is helping me forget some of the crap in the world if only for a little while.

I’m going back to These Haunted Hills which I’m finishing for nano if it kills me. Brendan and Josh are done ghost hunting for the day. They’re back at Brendan’s cabin, ready to get a little naked for the first time (reminder, since it’s been since forever, Green Tablet is Brendan’s bestselling YA series and he always has a glass pendant on that he uses almost as a worry stone)

He eased Brendan back then caught the edges of his own shirt, pulling it up over his head. “Maybe a little fun in the shower first, get the tick repellant off of us,” he said, figuring out no good way to make that sounds sexy.

Brendan snorted then pulled off his own shirt. He had the Green Tablet symbol tattooed over his heart but along it was something resembling an oscilloscope. Brendan tossed the shirt aside running a hand over his chest then his eyes popped open wide. Panic flashed across his face as he looked at his chest.

“My necklace!” he cried. “Oh god, I lost it. I can’t have lost it.” Brendan all but fell next to his shirt, shaking it hard. “It’s gone. It can’t be gone. Where is it?”

“Brendan,” Josh started then flinched as Brendan turned on him, face white as marble.

He jammed his fingers along his waist band checking to see if the necklace had lodged there. “What if I lost it in those fucking woods? I have to go back there now.” His voice cracked, going shrill.

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

Rainbow snippets

I found out my asthma had gotten FAR worse than I thought, like I’m functioning only 70% of my lung capacity. Hopefully the new meds will help. On the good news side, if nothing else, Cassadaga Nights had one heck of a release blitz and I think it’s doing pretty good. I think this might be my last snippet from it.

For context, Santino and Cam are doing their morning yoga. Santino messed up a pose and has toppled over.

“What are you doing?” Cam shot him the gimlet eye, holding her grasshopper perfectly.

He grimaced but admitted the truth. “Thinking about Ryan.”

“And your erection off balanced you?” She smirked, flowing into child’s pose.

“Cam!”

Blurb : Santino Bellomi and his coworker, Cam, are sent to Cassadaga, Florida by the Aspida Pneuma, a group of psychics and mages. Their job is to rescue a nixie from a polluted lake and to check out the town, which is known for its psychics. New recruits to the Aspida are always welcome and where better than a spiritualist camp to hunt for them? What Santino wants most, however, is to finish the assignment quickly. He isn’t a fan of heat and humidity, and he’d looking forward to a well-earned vacation once the mission is over.

Ryan Doyle grew up in Cassadaga, where being psychic runs in the family. Ryan has never roamed far from home, though it’s hard being a geeky gay, wannabe urban fantasy author living in a small town. His job as one of the town psychics is fairly routine until he meets someone new. Ryan has never encountered anyone with a psychic shield so strong until Santino sits down for a reading. Intrigued, he asks Santino out even though Santino is as secretive as he is fun.

Santino hopes to win Ryan over both for himself and for the Aspida. And he’s hoping his skills in the kitchen will swing the balance in his favor. Ryan has almost given up on finding love, living in rural Florida. Can a seductive tourist be the answer to his dreams?

Things never run smoothly for those in the Aspida. What should have been a simple rescue mission is plagued by mosquitoes, enraged ghosts, and someone or something draining residents of their life force. Ryan’s first foray into adventure may be his last.

buy it  here.

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!