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Heart Born

By Terry Maggert
Her guardian angel was pushed.

Keiron was never meant to be anything other than a hero. Born high above in a place of war and deception, he is Heartborn, a being of purity and goodness in a place where there violence and deceit are just around every corner.

His disappearance will spark a war he cannot see, for Keiron has pierced the light of days to save a girl he has never met, for reasons he cannot understand. Livvy Foster is seventeen, brave, and broken. With half a heart, she bears the scars of a lifetime of pain and little hope of survival.

Until Keiron arrives.

In the middle of a brewing war and Livvy’s failing heart, Keiron will risk everything for Livvy, because a Heartborn’s life can only end in one way: Sacrifice.

Fall with Livvy and Keiron as they seek the truth about her heart, and his power, and what it means to love with someone who will give their very life to save you.


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Chapter Four: Monday

Libraries open at a civilized hour. That was one of the reasons Livvy quickly decided that her new job was a good thing, despite the looming menace of Miss Henatis. Everything about the head librarian was intimidating, right down to when she corrected Livvy for pronouncing her name wrong. With a half-sneer, the tall, severe woman had explained her name was pronounced Terezza, not Teresa, like the unwashed masses, but Livvy was to address her only as Miss Henatis, since the library was a professional atmosphere and not some wild scene of casual familiarity.

So, at 9:55 in the dull, overcast morning, Livvy sat at her desk after taking several breaks to catch her breath following the long walk into the building, past the lower floor, and out of the elevator, where she suffered a tense, cloistered ride with several people who never looked up from their phones except to grimace at the lack of a good signal. Once she reached her desk, she quickly assessed the condition of her workspace before sitting down on her chair with a muffled whoosh. The cushion was welcoming, her pens were in order, and Livvy Foster began her second day as the assistant Answer Desk Librarian (2nd Floor).


The light smell of hand sanitizer wafted toward her as she turned to see a slender young man in a perfectly crisp blue shirt drop into the seat next to her. He wiped his hands in a practiced motion, flicking his fingers with a final gesture of satisfaction. Apparently, germs were a sworn enemy. His smile was brilliant, and she found herself responding in kind with something more like a dopey grin.

“Dozer. Nice to meetcha.” Before she could react, he was plucking at her shirt with busy fingers, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle with a light touch. “Before you say anything, we’re totally gonna be besties, and yes, I know what you’re thinking.”

“You do?” Livvy asked, overwhelmed with his onslaught of charm. She shook her head to clear it, but he just grinned even more.

“Yes. It’s part of my job as your New Best Friend. You’re asking a lot of things right now, but in your head, so let me help.” He held up a finger and winked. “Item one. How am I so good looking?”

Livvy burst out laughing, then had to place a hand over her heart as the stitch began to build in her side. She didn’t care. It felt good to laugh that way, and she took little sips of air while waving that he should continue. He didn’t pay her breathing any mind, so neither did she, reveling in the normalcy of a shared joke with someone new. It felt good to forget, if only for a moment. That was a good start if they were going to be friends. Besties, according to Dozer.

“You don’t look like a Dozer.”

He was impeccably dressed in blue, and his dark blonde hair was styled to sweep up off his forehead. Cheerful blue eyes crinkled at her as he smiled, and his teeth were small, white, and even. She held out a hand, and he took it. His grip was delicate and caring, like he sensed her condition but was too kind to mention it. It was a small thing, but it made tears threaten the corners of her eyes. She smiled harder to blink them away.

“Well, don’t let this flawless appearance confuse you.” His sniff was so perfectly arrogant that she felt like cheering. He smiled at her again, then slid his own chair so that he faced her at a ninety-degree angle. “Item two, and this is important, so pay attention.” When he saw her nod, he pointed out at the rows of desks, and books, and all the things that made the library into a sort of living thing. “I know all about this place, and more importantly, I know everyone who comes in here. I can tell you who’s happy, or sad, or drunk, or homeless, or fighting with their wife or husband. I know why they’re here, and I know if they’re leaving and never coming back.”

Livvy made appropriate cooing noises at this declaration, but they weren’t polite. She meant it.

Dozer cocked his head and raised a brow, looking like the picture of a screen idol from a time long ago. “Stick with me and I’ll show you the ropes, kid.”

Her laugh bubbled again, free and easy. “We are going to be besties, I think.” A blush colored her cheeks at her brashness; it wasn’t like her to be that direct and open. She was steady, and loyal, and a lot of other things that people said when they didn’t want to call you only sort of pretty, but Dozer was so gallant that she had to respond in kind.

He leaned in, conspiracy on his mind. “See the big guy over there?” Pointing with his chin, he directed her eyes over to one of the tables where the regulars sat. There were a stalwart few who came in every day. Their pecking order was written in stone, as if the chairs were ordained by a higher power.

“The man with the mustache?” she asked.

He was a big, solid guy with a shock of white hair and deeply tanned skin. His shoulders bulged with muscle, even though he had to be pushing sixty years of age. There were dark blue tattoos on both forearms, and his smile was lopsided and kind.

“Mmm-hmm. That’s Sailor Mark. He’s a good one. Sort of worked as a plumber all his life, and now he spends his days here. He’s a really nice guy, tells a lot of great stories. You’ll meet him, I’m sure.” Dozer selected his next target—a slender, harried looking woman with frizzy hair pulled back in a bun. She had sad brown eyes and coffee-colored skin, and she moved between the tables to her seat with an economy of motion and certainty that Livvy found fascinating.

“What does she like to read?” Lizzy looked thoughtful, watching the woman flit about like a hummingbird. The question surprised her new friend, who put a hand on his chin to think before answering. She liked that he gave her words consideration. It was a sign that she was being seen and valued. Her blush returned, but hidden from his sight due to his concentration on the scene before them.

“Miss Willie?” He watched the woman settle at a table, but only after a great deal of fuss in which she adjusted her chair, her book, her feet, and then her chair once again in a series of tiny scooting motions until she had everything just so. “Mostly adventure novels, and some old-fashioned romances. She’s kind of sappy that way. I asked her about, like, a billion new books and she said she didn’t have time for them. She just likes to relax, I think, but she doesn’t really know how. Sometimes I see her going over the same boring old things over and over. But she’s quiet and friendly, so—” He shrugged to indicate his powerlessness over such plodding book choices.

“What about, umm, the guy with the ponytail?” She watched the man tapping his fingers to an unknown beat as he flipped listlessly through a magazine about science and cars, but from Livvy’s standpoint it seemed to have an awful lot of women in bikinis.

“Oh! Right, that’s Drum Circle Danny, or just Danny.” Dozer’s eyes glimmered with mischief. “He can’t help drumming on stuff, so don’t tease him about it.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Livvy meant it. He looked kind of crunchy and harmless, like an intellectual who’d gone back to nature.

“He comes in first, usually. Sometimes he’s here up to an hour before the others show up. Gets his stuff set up, but always quietly. I like him. He loves books about the ocean. I think he has a lot of stress in his life, and reading about whales or whatever lets him calm down.” Dozer’s one shoulder shrug was just enough; Danny was okay, too. That was the message Livvy got.

“How many are there? Regulars, I mean?” She counted the table and booths. There was room for at least two dozen people in this little nook alone.

Dozer thought it over, then started counting on his fingers. “Depends on what’s happening. We have special events here, sometimes. On a busy day we might get ten or twelve of them. It’s always a moving group, sort of like a school of fish. I can count them when they’re still, but they move around. . .” He brightened. “What are you doing for lunch?”

“Nothing, why?” She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“You are now. I’m going to introduce you to the wonder of Frankly, Frank’s. He’s down on the plaza, right by all those benches.” At her hesitation, Dozer added, “My treat. And honey, I know.”

Tears pricked her eyes. He was so nice, and she didn’t want to ruin the feeling of having someone think about her kindly. “I want to, I mean, I do, but—”

“Don’t worry.” Dozer took her hand gently, but not like she might break. Even sitting down, he was taller than Livvy. “And I mean: Do. Not. Worry. I know all about your, ahh—” He pointed at her chest, and spots of color bloomed on her cheeks again, but this time it was something like shame. “Anyway, I know all about it, and we can go nice and slow down to the plaza, okay?”

Livvy knew right there and then; Dozer, the exotic, funny boy sitting next to her was going to be a true friend.

About The Author
Born in 1968, I discovered fishing shortly after walking, a boon, considering I lived in South Florida. After a brief move to Kentucky, my family trekked back to the Sunshine State. I had the good fortune to attend high school in idyllic upstate New York, where I learned about a mythical substance known as “Seasons”. After two or three failed attempts at college, I bought a bar. That was fun because I love beer, but, then, I eventually met someone smarter than me (a common event), and, in this case, she married me and convinced me to go back to school–which I did, with enthusiasm. I earned a Master’s Degree in History and rediscovered my love for writing. My novels explore dark fantasy, immortality, and the nature of love as we know it. I live near Nashville, Tennessee, with the aforementioned wife, son, and herd, and, when I’m not writing, I teach history, grow wildly enthusiastic tomato plants, and restore my 1967 Mustang.

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The Memory Painter

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Paperback: 336 pages
Publisher: Picador (July 5, 2016)

What if there was a drug that could help you remember past lives?

What if the lives you remembered could lead you to your one true love?

What if you learned that, for thousands of years, a deadly enemy had conspired to keep the two of you apart?

Bryan Pierce is an internationally famous artist, whose paintings have dazzled the world. But there’s a secret to Bryan’s success: Every canvas is inspired by an unusually vivid dream. Bryan believes these dreams are really recollections?possibly even flashback from another life?and he has always hoped that his art will lead him to an answer. And when he meets Linz Jacobs, a neurogenticist who recognizes a recurring childhood nightmare in one Bryan’s paintings, he is convinced she holds the key.
Their meeting triggers Bryan’s most powerful dream yet? Visions of a team of scientists who, on the verge of discovering a cure for Alzheimer’s, died in a lab explosion decades ago. As his visions intensify, Bryan and Linz start to discern a pattern. But a deadly enemy watches their every move, and he will stop at nothing to ensure that the past stays buried.


“hang on for a wild and entertaining ride around the world and through the centuries back to ancient Egypt”  Library Journal (starred review)

“Gwendolyn Womack’s tale dazzles.” US Weekly (Standout Spring Novels)

“A sweeping, mesmerizing feat of absolute magic…” M. J. Rose, New York Times bestselling author of The Witch of Painted Sorrows

“The guy-meets-girl story as you’ve never heard it before…A mind-explosion of a journey ensues that involves time travel, mystery, love, and a whole lot of plot twists.” Refinery29

“A page turner that will keep readers up late into the night. Readers who love adventure, romance and fantasy will love this book”  The Vancouver Sun

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Gwendolyn Womack began writing plays in college and majored in Theatre at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks. She received an MFA in Directing Theatre and Film from California Institute of the Arts and currently lives in Los Angeles with her family. The Memory Painter is her first novel.

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Our Review by Felita Daniels / 332 Pages

This book packs so much into it, there’s something for everyone.  Some of the elements included: science, adventure, mystery, suspense, time travel, art, reincarnation, Steampunk, romance and history. This is the author’s first published novel and it is impressive.  The early chapters are captivating.

The middle may have suffered from including just one or two past lives too many.  I had accepted the premise of what Bryan as going through and learning or absorbing. So more examples slowed down the action of what happens now, in the present, to these two characters, Bryan and Linz.  The pace of the ending or wrap-up seemed rushed. It does have a lead in for a sequel.  Some readers may feel they were left hanging a little.  There are lots of novels that are structured this way in today’s book market, you probably already know your preference for closure or if you like being ‘teased’.

Overall, a very interesting of blending of romance and time travel with a bit of science on the side.

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A Stolen Season

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Time-traveling archaeologist Sarah Baxter just left a piece of 21st-century equipment in 19th century Regency England. Unfortunately, when she goes back to retrieve it, she makes an even bigger mess of things—resulting in the death of an English earl. Now his brother is not only out for revenge, but he also has Sarah’s device. Now Sarah must find a way to steal back her device, hide the truth about the earl’s brother and—most importantly—to not fall in love…

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Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to another.

A mother of three, her two little gentleman’s in the making, a future Lady (she hopes) and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment’s peace she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval and paranormal.

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A Stolen Season“You will have to sleep with him.” Richard threw his cheroot into the unlit hearth. “I thought you planned on doing that anyway. You like him, and he obviously likes you, so what’s the problem? It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

Sarah shushed him and sat down on the opposite chair. “That’s not the point. I can’t just jump his bones; women of this era don’t work that way. He has to court me, woo me.” She sighed at Richard’s disgusted expression. “I know it sounds lame, but it’s actually quite nice to have a gentleman sweep you off your feet.”


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Spotlight: Bring Me To Life

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Bring Me To Life CoverThey say love can conquer all … but Vincent’s been dead for two hundred years, and Bryna is the one who killed him! Ominous warnings, time travel, love, revenge, vampires, demons, and so much more … Emma Weylin presents Bring Me to Life, Book 1 of her amazing new paranormal romance series, Time Walkers.

Being dead sucks, or so Vincent Asher believes. He’s spent the last two hundred years of his death battling vampires because his boss won’t let him kill demons. Known as a force called the Wraith, Vincent has become bored with preventing the apocalypse. When he hopes his boss will give him a more exciting assignment, he gets the shock of his afterlife. He must protect the woman who killed him.

Bryna Wildrose accidently killed the only man she ever loved. In a self-imposed death sentence, she’s spent the last ten years of her life trying to get herself killed. She never meant to kill Vincent, and the guilt is eating her alive. A vampire gives her a dire warning. The Wraith is coming for her. She can run, or she can let death take her. Continue reading

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