In the event you missed yesterday’s news with our fellow Bastion Family Adventurers, today we publicly reveal a secret we’ve keeping.
Since Forged in Dreams and Magick, have you missed Isobel Brodie? Ever wondered what her first thrilling adventures as The Traveler would be like?
We have.
{grins}
Wonder no more…
THE TRAVELER: Initiate Years
Begins with…
THE TRAVELER: Initiate Years series
Veil of Realms 02.02.20 Secrets of Alexandria 02.16.20 Panther Rising 03.01.20 Stones of Power 03.15.20 Highland Magick 03.29.20
Cover Designer: Stone Bastion | Cover Art: Kat Bastion
ABOUT… THE TRAVELER: Initiate Years
Award-winning and bestselling authors Kat Bastion and Stone Bastion join forces once again in an exciting new short-story adventure series… THE TRAVELER: Initiate Years.
Meet Isobel Brodie…
Recent thirteenth-century Scottish transplant—from twenty-first-century Southern California. New wife to a fearsome Highland laird. Future mom to immortal twins. Rookie warrior drafted by magick to save the unraveling fabric of time.
The dark angel who mentors her calls her Ms. MacInnes.
Prophesy named her… The Traveler.
Veil of Realms: Isobel is catapulted thousands of years into the past, to Ireland’s Newgrange, where malevolent forces have breached the thin barrier between worlds. On her first mission, will her magick be strong enough to defeat an ancient power-hungry entity? ~ 10,300 word count
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Other standalone books in THE TRAVELER: Initiate Years series:
Secrets of Alexandria: Dropped into legendary Alexandria, Isobel hunts the threat she’s been sent to eliminate. But her adversary is clever and experienced. And the learning curve to her new magick, steep. Yet with the timeline in danger, she’s all that stands between her nemesis and life everywhere.
Panther Rising: Thrown into a sweltering jungle seven millennia in the past, Isobel navigates natural and otherworldly obstacles in a Mayan temple underworld. But as ancient entities join forces to steal energy through time, she’s pressured to outsmart an enemy that’s always time-jumped one step ahead.
Stones of Power: Transported to a future Samhain, circa 2039, Isobel stumbles into a group hiking to witness supernatural occurrences at Stonehenge—her apparent destination as well. But it seems her foe crafted a trap for her. And the price to save life everywhere? Higher than ever.
Highland Magick: With the rules of the game constantly shifting, Isobel squares off with her reviled enemy in her own backyard. But will she be able to safeguard her clan without exposing the secrets of her magick?
THE TRAVELER: Initiate Years
Five books. Five unforgettable short-story adventures.
And be the first to receive all the amazing exclusives:
♥ Exclusive Cover Reveals: Be the first to participate in the unveiling. ♥ Exclusive Preorder Alerts: Never miss an opportunity to order your copy. ♥ Exclusive Bonus Gifts: series art, bonus scenes, seasonal goodies, and more! ♥Exclusive FREE Stories! For a limited-time, shared only with our family.
Thank you for your support of THE TRAVELER: Initiate Years series. We look forward to sharing Isobel’s thrilling standalone time-travel adventures with you through February and March. It will help time fly· 😉 ·until April’s release of the next Highland Legends series novel… Born of Mist and Legend!
Title: Born of Mist and Legend
Series: Highland Legends, #3
Cover Designer: Stephanie Mooney Genre: Paranormal Romance, Medieval Romance, Time Travel Release Date: April 13, 2020
About BORN OF MIST AND LEGEND:
Following her award-winning debut, Kat Bastion returns to the Highland Legends series with the epic journey… Born of Mist and Legend.
Amid mythical lands, where Arthurian tales run blood-deep and castles vanish into fabled mist, a stormy sky breaks open with deafening thunder on a dying mother’s whispered enchantment… and her newborn’s die is cast. Eighteen summers later, magick sparks to life within the charmed child’s veins, and the fates resume their course.
Rise of a fallen angel…
Rebirth of a Highland goddess…
Revenge of a legendary wizard, craving their power.
Dark angel, outcast of his kind—lone angelic guardian of time itself—Skorpius receives a bewildering dual directive. Protect a human female. And end her.
Once bright and innocent, sister to the laird of the mysterious Clan Brodie, Brigid awakens to incredible magick within her. And the ability to sense a foreign energy: Another stalks her, a beast hunting its prey.
On a quest to protect her clan and save humankind, Brigid forges beyond the only home she’s ever known into the wilds of Scotland. Her destiny—to battle an ancient lurking menace—beckons her. She braves her task with fierce determination, even though she’s a mere novice among masters.
Upholding his vow to protect time against any threat, Skorpius is duty-bound to guard the female, with or without her consent. For he alone presides as judge and executioner.
As unprecedented danger to the fabric of time looms, the two beleaguered souls walk a tightrope between cure and cause. Yet while the destiny of every realm hangs in the balance, they are all that stand between salvation and destruction.
But against insurmountable odds…will they both survive?
*** Born of Mist and Legend is a standalone full-length romance told in dual POV. Due to mature themes and adult language, this book is for those 18 and older. ***
Other standalone books in the Highland Legends series:
If you or your reading friends have yet to discover the magickal Highland Legends series, now’s the perfect time to enjoy the award-winning and bestselling original books…
Forged in Dreams and Magick | Bound by Wish and Mistletoe
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Hello, everyone. And Happy New Year and New Decade!
Yes, we’ve seen the ongoing debate on whether or not the new decade has begun. Potayto, Potahto. We’re charging into the 20’s. And it’s an exciting new decade indeed.
Especially exciting for us. All of us.
The Wake-up Call
Now, typically, we don’t share our personal lives much in our public book world. We blogged a couple of years ago about moving to a tropical island and going minimalist.
What we didn’t share since then was the near-near-death experience Stone had one year ago next month. No need to go into the details, but suffice to say, both of us were terrified he wouldn’t wake up the following morning.
Every day since has been an amazing blessing. And has reprioritized our love for life, initiated a vow to experience the world with childlike wonder and joy each day we’re lucky enough to wake up in, and recharged our energy for creating adventuresome stories.
After the health scare, we moved back to the mainland, to beautiful Boise, Idaho. And in mid-2019 we dubbed the next twelve months our “Year of University”, although we suspect it will continue on to be every year, with us eagerly learning and growing.
Some of the Cool Learnin’
A few of the many creative things we’ve learned thus far include formatting our own books, designing our own covers and promotional materials, and creating our own original art.
Yep. Art for our book covers!
In the next couple of weeks, we’ll share with you the five book covers we’ve created for an exciting new short-story adventure series we’re revealing soon… #StayTuned
New Email Family
Part of our wake-up call, our second chance with life together, has been to elevate our current mailing list and the wonderful readership within it that supports us. So, rather than an occasional email (only as notification of preorders, sales, and new releases), we’re going to reach out a little more often. Possibly monthly, or more.
And we’re considering ourselves a part of the tribe, those who love to escape in original breathtaking journeys, delight in the heartbreak, the growth, and the journey where love prevails and the good guys always win.
To embrace our readership more fully, we’ve named our tribe… {whispers} as our banner above hinted…
the Bastion Family Adventurers!
Exciting Gifts Ahead for our Loyal Readership
As a thank you to our loyal fans, we’re going to be extending special gifts to those included in our email list. What kind of gifts?
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Exclusive Bonus Gifts: series art, bonus scenes, seasonal goodies, and more!
And Exclusive FREE Stories! For a limited-time, shared only with our family.
Join our Bastion Family Adventurers!
If you aren’t yet a part of our mailing list, now’s the perfect time…
This week, share in our first Exclusive Cover Reveal of the decade!
Next week? Be the first to hear about our surprise series and see the beautiful covers. PLUS… receive the first story in the series FREE! A full two weeks before its release!
What’s Coming in the Next Decade?
LOTS of stories.
We expect to release books in every season of every year.
Till we die.
Which hopefully won’t be for a really long time.
{stares with intense love and expectation at Stone}
For starters?
That new short-story series we mentioned contains five standalone adventures. The first book will release February 2, 2020. Then each short story after will release every two weeks.
Annnd… the next Highland Legends novel finally has a release date!
{whispers} Born of Mist and Legend is the Exclusive Cover Reveal we’re sharing with our Bastion Family Adventurers this week!
Then we’re writing the next two novels in the Unbreakable Series, the next Highland Legends novel, a standalone spinoff novel from the No Weddings series, another fun new comedy series, a young adult fantasy adventure series… and much more.
Oh, and did we mention {whispers} audio?
Pretty exciting stuff, right?
Most of all, we are grateful. So very appreciate we’re here. With you.
Thank you for all your support through the years. We look forward to many decades yet to come.
A wee treat on Samhain from the realm of our Highland Legends series…
Samhain Magick glowing menhirs
Samhain Magick
by Kat Bastion
“Isa.” Iain’s voice echoed from far away. Even though my new husband sat right in front of me on our Clan Brodie plaid.
A strange pain developed behind my breastbone. Heartburn? Only if a pinprick tug toward my insides could be considered heartburn. The sensation intensified. Tugged a little stronger. Once. Twice. Like an impatient child demanding a parent’s attention.
“Isa!” Urgency underscored his tone. But the volume had muffled further. His visage faded as well, as if I’d sunk beneath the surface of a deep lake and stared up at him from ten feet below.
I stared at him, confused. Then I glanced at our scrumptious picnic, so unlike my thirteenth-century warrior to prepare let alone in the busy last few days since he’d returned from weeks of scouting.
Unable to reconcile the escalating pain in my chest, I rubbed two fingers over the spot and inhaled deeply. A warm flash brushed over my heart outward, to my scalp, fingers, and toes.
Pregnancy typically came with heartburn. But in the first trimester? Maybe twins were different. But the hot flash was an odd unexpected. Then again, I had no reference point for my first pregnancy. Pretty sure human-turned-immortal cases weren’t in any medical books. Anytime in history.
“Isa!” Fear etched severe lines into his face, and he lunged toward me. “You’re vanishin’!”
As the heat increased, wavy lines distorted the air around me, like the atmosphere above scorching summer asphalt back in twenty-first-century California.
“Iain!” I called out to him at the split second that everything disappeared, as I realized what was happening. Different than the episodes before. But recognizable nonetheless.
Apparently in response to an unknown trigger—the tugging within—I’d unconsciously gathered energy from my surroundings to respond to where I’d been requested.
Time had beckoned.
And the powers I’d recently acquired had responded. Without my say-so.
Yep. Stupid me. I’d assumed I’d be free to enjoy a romantic evening picnic.
An instant later, I materialized into thick forest.
Running.
And no longer in the baby-blue gown I’d chosen for our first date night in weeks. My favorite deerskin halter top and pants had materialized on my body. In my hands? My short swords.
Instinct had me duck, just before the low hum of an arrow whizzed over my head. Then I dodged right, to avoid another. Faking left, then swerving right, I dove through scrub edging a game trail and thrust my sword in the exact spot the arrow had originated from. A rustle preceded a muffled thud.
How had I known where to target? No idea. Another new power—they kept on coming.
As I spun around, then kept running along the trail while targeting the second archer, I screamed a mental call for assistance out into the ether. Cupcake!
The wide base of a tree loomed ahead. Without slowing, I discarded one sword by tossing it blade-first into the soft earth, ran up the trunk and grabbed the lowest branch, then thrust up and skewered my second attacker. A low grunt sounded. With a jerk of my sword, a body fell to my right from above. Then made a much louder thud.
Great. I’d killed two people. Somewhere in time.
Get your superior ass over here, Sunshine! A little help!
Breathing hard, I cleaned my blades then resheathed them.
The chest-tug continued. And so did I, down the game trail. With cautious stealth. Alone.
Figures my mentor would abandon me on my first assignment. Yep. Tossed that accusation out there too. But the lack of intel didn’t surprise me much. From the beginning, the whole time-traveler thing had come without any warning. Or an instruction manual.
However, my sarcasm rubbed my lone guide the wrong way. Ienjoyed it immensely. But there was a time and place. Other times. Different places. Not here and now.
The tugging transformed into a keening vibration, a constant pull with every measured step.
After a dozen more paces, the thick foliage began to thin. Through low saplings, I made out a clearing ahead.
When I stopped with only slight leaf-cover as camouflage, I made out a dark figure turned away from me. Behind him, giant menhirs engraved with megalithic art fanned outward, brimming with unleashed energy. Barely discernable in the darkness beyond, the presence of a massive mounded earthen structure pressed against my senses.
All of a sudden, the vibration within my chest escalated, burst into a hot charge, then shot forward into the clearing, manifesting as sparks of that same shimmering mirage.
The figure spun to face my direction. The “dark” turned out to be a robe. A wiry salt-and-pepper beard clung to the bottom a weathered face. A gnarled staff extended from his clenched hand. With a strangled cry and glowing eyes, he struck the ground with his staff. Like a forged lightning bolt, energy shot up through the ground so fast, the hairs on my arms stood out on end. The air above him began shimmer, then roiled with a growing dark cloud that appeared from seemingly nowhere.
A sorcerer of some sort. That I’d been assigned to handle. With zero intel.
I sighed.
Even stubborn me knew knowledge granted power. And I had stifled my stubbornness before.
A little respect went a long way.
Skorpius. My mental voice gentled, as I finally addressed him by his proper human name. Would you please assist me? I’d greatly appreciate it.
At once, I felt his powerful presence beside me.
“You do not require my assistance, Traveler.” Amusement edged his low tone. However, he hadn’t addressed me with his typical “Ms. MacInnes” taunt. The situation warranted seriousness.
I so agreed with that assessment as I shot him a deadpan look. “I killed two people.”
Those preternatural swirling blue-green eyes stared ahead. Glossy black wings arched high above his seven-and-a-half-foot angelic frame. A dark olive complexion fell even duskier in the deep shadows of whatever ancient forest we stood in. He wore his typical distressed black leather pants. His matching black combat boots were battered, laces loose, like he wore them with some modicum of disdain.
“Who attempted to kill you.” He glanced at me with a tit-for-tat deadpan. “You dispatched them. With great skill. No assistance required.”
Thanks, Master of the Obvious. It seemed a body count came with the job description and zero expected guilt. I arched a brow and nodded out ahead.
What about Gandalf the Grey over there? And when and where the hell are we, anyway?
Our appraisal banter had only spanned a handful of seconds, but the sorcerer’s roiling storm cloud had quadrupled in size. Some kind of magick churned within it, its discharge buffeting my awareness.
The vibration within my chest twanged to life again.
A bright light burst to life within the churning cloud, growing and flashing out with star points.
A powerful druid. Skorpius’s gaze returned to our target. His greed is destabilizing time.
As the druid’s energy reached a frequency peak, three flaming blue fireballs fired out from the magickal star’s epicenter…and raced straight toward me.
We learn by experience—Skorpius vanished—Traveler.
Baptism by fire, I mentally grumbled back as I crossed my short swords, gathered energy from around me, and shielded myself for the blow. The fireballs exploded against my blades.
But not before painful sparks of magick singed my forearms.
Another build-up of power began from the weathered druid.
Urgency pumped hot through my veins.
Instinct had me running again, zig-zagging through the glade. But my new time-travel powers kicked in once more and flashed me in and out as I ran. Appearing in random places left to right, I closed the distance between us.
At a critical moment, just prior to the druid’s energy peaking again, I materialized far to the right then concentrated on the space he occupied. The next moment, I appeared inches in front of him with my sword thrust up through the center of his dark-robed chest.
The wizened face stretched gaunt, thin lips rounding into an O. His body crumpled to the ground in a heap of dark material. That flattened. Then disappeared. Along with his dark cloud.
Not trusting the Wicked-Witch melting act, I dug a toe into the earth where he’d last been. The air still snapped and sparked with power. Elemental energy from the megalithic stones licked across my senses.
And the angel’s ancient power still remained, nearby, but unseen.
Where and when are we again? Weary from the fight, I leaned against one of the towering stones.
Your answer lies within.
Within?
No reply came. Instead, Skorpius’s energy signature vanished.
Great. Thanks for the training, Mr. Riddle.
Wax on, wax off: Mr. Miyagi’s lessons for his Karate Kid. Only the Kid’s trials involved waxing cars and painting fences. Not swords and death. Welcome to my world.
With intense concentration, I followed Skorpius’s riddled directive on instinct. I closed my eyes and searched to the depths of my being, into the very beating of my heart, near where the tugging had begun. And some kind of information registered back. Not words. Not symbols. Just a decoded knowing born of magick. “October thirty-first, 2,800 BCE,” I murmured. “Prehistoric Newgrange. Eastern Ireland.” Surprised at the internal info-dump, I blinked heavily. “Samhain.”
Very good, Ms. MacInnes.
Ah. So, my mentor hasn’t abandoned me after all.
No reply came. No energy either. Neat trick.
Still catching my breath, I leaned back against one of the gigantic menhirs. Grateful for its support, I drank in the power of a legendary site I’d never been to—near its genesis. Whose energy still vibrated through me.
I stared at the turfed spot where the deflated robe had vanished. Traveler one, druid zero. “Well, at least my task is done.”
With the drop of my last word, the earth began to shake. Loose gravel bounced over the ground. The giant menhir behind me pulsed with greater power. All the stones in sight began to glow.
A heavy foreign presence invaded my mind. Ancient. Dripping with elemental power.
Cover Reveal Day for LAWBREAKER has finally arrived!
We’re thrilled to join with InkSlinger PR to bring you the cover reveal of LAWBREAKER featuring the fiercely sexy sports model Stuart Reardon. Plus we have pre-order links and a charged exclusive excerpt!
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations Image provided by: Love N. Books Photographer: Rick Day Model: Stuart Reardon Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Romance
About LAWBREAKER:
Raised on the streets, Shay Morgan yearns for a real family, where love is unconditionally offered—even when trust doesn’t come easy. Before that day arrives, she trespasses and steals in order to provide for the few people who’ve gone out of their way to protect her.
Born to privilege, Ben Bishop loathes his family for the despicable things they’ve done, and not done. He vows to be different, play by the rules, do the right thing. Building a thriving nightclub with those who share his values dominates his world.
One explosive night at his bar, Loading Zone, changes everything. For both of them. Forever.
A dance of opponents commences as they thwart with suspicion, start to trust, then sidestep to protect themselves from a fatal blow. Until they soon wonder if they’ve been fighting for the same side all along.
As they begin to open their hearts, they up the stakes with a one-week pact. She shows him the power in breaking the law. He demonstrates the virtue of following it.
Then a far-reaching crime is suddenly exposed—that his family committed. And for one chance moment, Shay and Ben hold the key to right the wrong, correct the injustice. But at what cost?
Will they be able to return from the other side together? Or will their differences tear them apart?
Flirting with danger…has never been so tempting.
***LAWBREAKER is a standalone, full-length new adult romance told in dual POV. Due to mature themes and adult language, this book is for those 18 and older.***
Exclusive LAWBREAKER Excerpt:
“Ben!” Some overly excited female across the room shouted the name at the exact moment it settled into my mind.
An instant wave of energy crackled through the nightclub, hotter and more alive than anything the music or dance floor pulsed out. Slight movement rippled through the vast space of the reclaimed warehouse—toward the same metal roll-up entrance door that had been haunting me all night—as heads craned to see, breasts pushed out a little farther, and bodies pressed closer, like a powerful magnet pulled them uncontrollably forward.
Even I couldn’t look away.
After the initial crowd crush, I could see his occasional nod, a brief smile. He angled deeper into the club and scanned an assessing look across the bar, starting at Cade’s end. Seconds later, his sights landed on me—and stayed there, fierce gaze locked on to mine.
My breath caught at the intensity radiating from halfway across the room.
Ben. His simple name echoed larger than life in my head.
The crowd parted as he strode through the room. He stood a good head taller than other men he passed. Broad shoulders strained his black T-shirt with every slight rolling turn as he moved. Dark hair, cut closer on the sides, curled down over one side of his forehead. Shadowy stubble covered a defined jawline as it clenched. Thick brows drew together over eyes that narrowed as he stared hard at me. He stepped through the now three-deep crush at the bar, then planted flat palms on the edge of the metal bar top in front of me.
“What are you doing back there?” he snarled, tone low, heavy with accusation.
Cade braced his arms on the bar beside me, mirroring him. “She’s a new hire.”
Ben never looked away from me. “I asked her.”
Holding his unwavering gaze, I straightened my shoulders, undaunted. “Her name is Shay. And she’s behind your bar…working. Hard.”
Dark eyes narrowed a fraction more, boring into mine. “How old are you?”
Great.
Here we go.
“Old enough.” All he needed to know.
A muscle in that clenched jaw tightened. “Not what I asked.”
“You sure about that?” Because yeah, I looked young, no matter how old I really was. But his heat-seeking-missile aggression? Totally unwarranted.
“ID.” He kept at the groundless demand.
“I’m not some underage club-bunny at the door. I’m an employee. I’ve already been hired.”
“I don’t give a shit. I’m the boss. And I want to see your ID.”
“No.” Not gonna happen. I couldn’t risk it.
He gave a slight nod, smug satisfaction in his eyes. “So, you’re not eighteen.”
“I didn’t say that.” Yet somehow, I sensed our verbal tug-of-war had dragged me across lost ground.
“Are you or aren’t you?”
“I am,” I gritted out, angry that I’d been foolish enough to want something so bad.
“Then no big deal.” He rose back to his impressive height, crossing his arms, confidence plastered on his face. “Prove it.”
Damn. My first weekend night, not even a full one, and already the life I’d earned, had fought and bled for, had begun to slip through my fingers.
Disappointment seeped heavy into my chest. What naïve people got for having hope.
The inborn fight in me remained. Pride too. With every tightening breath, fury burned my lungs, for being judged without cause.
“No. You either believe me…or you don’t. I filled out my application. Gave my ID then. Got interviewed. Got hired. And I’ve proved myself over the last few days, tonight. Ask anyone here.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
But it did. My actions mattered to me. They were all my life had been based on. Everything I’d ever accomplished had been from what I had done—not who I was, what anyone thought, or what society believed.
I crossed my arms too, refusing to bend, by principle, if not more.
His expression hardened.
Commotion grew around us, two immovable blocks of granite, as thirsty patrons called out for drinks. Cade steadfastly remained beside me. While the poor lone fresh-shift guy hustled ass to fill orders.
The atmosphere grew charged between Ben and me. The sounds of the club faded to background noise as my heart thumped harder against my ribs, my pulse drummed louder in my ears.
Ben planted his hands on the bar again, staring me down as he leaned forward inch by inch. His eyes bored deep into mine, penetrating. Any other girl might’ve thought intimidating.
I didn’t twitch a muscle.
He towered over the bar, head lowered, a ferocious wolf who’d cornered an unknown threat. That shaggy dark hair spiked over darker piercing eyes. Unshorn scruff peppered an unforgiving jaw. An unhidden snarl curled his lip, baring white teeth.
No resemblance to the wholesome happy guy I’d spied on in the pictures hanging on his office wall.
Oddly, more attractive.
Most women would’ve gone weak in the knees. Some would’ve put on a layer of flirt, feigning vulnerability or exposing true fear, hoping to snag the obvious alpha in spite of the glaring warning signs. Maybe because of them.
I’d never been a bleating sheep in my life, wasn’t about to pretend with fluffy false clothing.
Wolf, too, buddy. I leaned forward, matching him inch for inch. My trim nails clicked on the bar top as I dug in, holding my ground.
Such beautiful words when used in the dreamworld. They make the magical, the impossible, the reach-for-the-stars ideas seem close enough to touch.
And yet, they are. Touchable.
We just have to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality.
It’s what an author does. In our heads, characters come to vivid life, face insurmountable obstacles, and go on grand adventures…all in the creator’s world of what if.
How has what if impacted us (Kat & Stone) in our real lives?
Well…
If you haven’t heard from us in a couple of months, it’s because we’ve taken a short hiatus from writing to make a two-decade what if of ours a reality.
We moved to the other side of the world. Got on a plane with two checked bags and two carryons apiece (laptops in tow, of course) and traveled across the ocean to reside for the rest of our days on a different continent. Simplified. Free.
Want a hint of where we’ve landed?
{whispers}
It’s one of the handful of locales mentioned in Rule Breaker 😀
But…
Where does that leave us on the writing front?
More Time? More Books…
A Foray into Nonfiction
One of the reasons we shucked nearly all of our material possessions and our former lives is those anchors weighed us down with time-sucks. Our new life still requires us to earn a living, but we have less living to support…and more time to do the living. A life rooted in minimalism.
The journey has been enlightening, is still ongoing, and is one we’ve begun documenting in our first upcoming nonfiction book, The Zenful Life.
Two Upcoming 2017 Romance Novels
Our greatest joy? Writing those adventuresome romance stories inspired in the land of what if.
We’re also diving back in to two of our favorite series this year. Lawbreaker is coming soon, the third standalone romance in our Unbreakable series. Shortly after that, will come the long-awaited third book in the Highland Legends series, Born of Mist and Legend.
We look forward to sharing more of our stories with you, forged from the amazing world of what if…
We’re thrilled to bring you pre-order news of our exciting new adult, multicultural, surfing romance RULE BREAKER.
PLUS be sure to visit, like, and comment on Mase’s Facebook page: Mase on Maui – Stone is posting as Mase and randomly choosing one commenter each week to win a $10 gift card.
RULE BREAKER is set to release November 7, 2016!
Pre-order Your Copy… $2.99 Today | Releases 11.07.16 at $4.99 Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CAN | Amazon AU |iBooks Kobo pre-order will be up soon, Nook goes live by release day.
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations Image provided by: Love N. Books Photographer: Made by MK Model: Jase Dean Genre: New Adult Romance / Sports Romance / Multicultural and Interracial
Racial Tensions Flare as Hot as the Passion in RULE BREAKER, a Modern-day Romeo and Juliet Story
Leilani Kealoha wants to be set free. Of family expectations. Of generations of prejudice.
Chafing at rules made by the proud Hawaiian men in her family, she yearns to discover herself and hungers to explore the world. Her adventuresome heart? Longs for something even greater, deeper.
The last thing she expects is an East Coast haole surfer to hold the key to everything.
Mason Price is done walking his parents’ path. Done with social acceptance—with cold politics.
On a surfing quest to reinvent himself, Mase finds an exotic beauty standing on his towel. But it’s her feisty bargaining that catches him off guard. When he challenges her with a “Truth or Shots” drinking game, she unwittingly reveals more than she’d intended about herself…and him.
The raw truth stuns him: She’s suffered like he has, is lost like he is—keeps secrets like he does.
But will young love and shared situations be enough to conquer racial and cultural divides?
Lines in the sand…were meant to be crossed.
***RULE BREAKER is a standalone, full-length new adult romance told in dual POV. Due to mature themes and adult language, this book is for those 18 and older.***
Remember to visit, like and comment on Mase’s Facebook page: Mase on Mauifor fun posts on surfing, Maui, and a chance to win a $10 gift card each week just by commenting.
We look forward to sharing with you the next standalone novel in our Unbreakable series, Rule Breaker.
Pre-order at 40% off on iBooks:Rule Breaker Releases November 7, 2016
Coming This Spring…
For fans of our paranormal Highland Legends series, Born of Mist and Legend will be arriving in early 2017.
And we’re pleased to share that our current Highland Legend series books, Forged in Dreams and Magick and Bound by Wish and Mistletoe have been digitally remastered by the amazing E. M. Tippetts Book Designs…and are now on iBooks!
We’re thrilled to share the beautiful cover of RULE BREAKER with you.
A huge thank you to Ellie at Love N. Books for both providing the image and helping us share it with readers today. Much gratitude also goes to Jase Dean and Made by MK for the gorgeous photo and to Sarah at Okay Creations for the stunning design.
And so…
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Pre-order at 40% off on iBooks:Rule Breaker Releases November 7, 2016
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations Image provided by: Love N. Books Photographer: Made by MK Model: Jase Dean Genre: New Adult Romance / Sports Romance
Racial Tensions Flare as Hot as the Passion in RULE BREAKER, a Modern-day Romeo and Juliet Story
Leilani Kealoha wants to be set free. Of family expectations. Of generations of prejudice.
Chafing at rules made by the proud Hawaiian men in her family, she yearns to discover herself and hungers to explore the world. Her adventuresome heart? Longs for something even greater, deeper.
The last thing she expects is an East Coast haole surfer to hold the key to everything.
Mason Price is done walking his parents’ path. Done with social acceptance—with cold politics.
On a surfing quest to reinvent himself, Mase finds an exotic beauty standing on his towel. But it’s her feisty bargaining that catches him off guard. When he challenges her with a “Truth or Shots” drinking game, she unwittingly reveals more than she’d intended about herself…and him.
The raw truth stuns him: She’s suffered like he has, is lost like he is—keeps secrets like he does.
But will young love and shared situations be enough to conquer racial and cultural divides?
Lines in the sand…were meant to be crossed.
***RULE BREAKER is a standalone, full-length new adult romance told in dual POV. Due to mature themes and adult language, this book is for those 18 and older.***
Additional pre-order links will be available late January.
And… Because it’s Christmastime… We’ve reduced the price of all 5 books in the No Weddings Series for a limited time, including the steamy nightcap novella For Valentine’s.
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