Tuesday, November 26, 2024

Review: Against the Wall by Rebecca Zanetti

Happy Re-Release Day!

Rebecca Zanetti's Maverick, Montana series from Entangled Brazen Publishing is being reissued by the author! 

There's new pretty covers but have the same awesome stories!

The series has been rebranded Montana Mavericks.

Against The Wall stars single dad, cowboy lawyer Jake Lodge and city girl architect Sophie Smith. 

Small Town. Cowboys. Tribal Land. Beautiful Landscapes.

Get your copy today!

It's currently FREE on Kindle Unlimited!




About the Book

Never challenge a cowboy in the courtroom...

Surveying the proposed site for a high-end golf course should have been a breeze for spunky landscape architect Sophie Smith. But when this born-and-bred city girl is suddenly—and quite literally—swept off her feet by a sexy cowboy on horseback, she realizes that the country life has some serious (and seriously steamy) possibilities. That is, until she finds out exactly who her smokin' hot wrangler really is.

Cowboy and tribal lawyer Jake Lodge is desperately trying to block the development. And if that means playing hardball—and being every inch the shark lawyer—so be it. But Sophie is a distraction he didn't expect. A distraction that makes his blood burn.

Two different worlds. Two opposing sides. And when they finally give in to the exquisite temptation, the consequences will shake the foundation of both of their lives...





Excerpt

 

Chapter 1

The silence bordered on bizarre.

Shouldn’t there be crickets chirping? Birds squawking? Even the howl of a hungry wolf in the muted forest? Of course, such sounds would send a city girl like Sophie Smith barreling back through the trees to her rented Jeep Cherokee. The quiet peace had relaxed her into wandering far into the forested depths, but now the trees huddled closer together, looming in warning.

A breeze chilled her hair. Enough of this crap. Sophie’s heartbeat picked up a rapid staccato rhythm. Silence beat against her, and with her instincts on full alert, she whirled around on the rough dirt trail. Time to head back to the car.

Her only warning was the crack of a stick under a powerful hoof, a thumping, and a shouted, “Look out!” A broad arm lifted her through the air. The arm banded solidly around her waist, and her rear slammed onto the back of a rushing horse. She yelped, straddling the animal and digging her hands into its mane. The image of the man attached to the arm flashed through her brain, while his rock-hard body warmed her from behind.

A cowboy.

Not a wannabe cowboy from a bar in the city. A real cowboy.

The image of thick black hair, hard-cut jaw, and Stetson hat burst through her shocked mind as muscled thighs gripped both the back of a massive stallion and her tingling hips. The beast ran full bore over rough ground.

Only the sinewed forearm around her waist kept her from flying through the air.

This wasn’t happening. Sophie shut her mouth on a scream as the powerful animal gracefully leaped over a fallen log and her captor pulled her easily into his solid body. He moved as one with the animal. Her thighs clenched the horse’s bunching muscles with a strength that would have made her personal trainer proud. She slammed her eyes shut against the rushing wind. Her hands fisted the silky mane like it was a lifeline to reality.

Maybe it was.

Horse hooves beat the ground. The sun nearly blinded her as they sprinted into a meadow with wheat stocks waving in the breeze. Reality pinpointed with sudden clarity, the world focused, and fear pummeled her into fight-or-flight mode. She threw back an elbow and twisted to the side.

“Stop.” A deep voice issued the command as warm breath brushed her cheekbone.

His voice was cowboy sure. Well, at least what she thought a cowboy would sound like. His strong body held her securely in place, and she stilled, more than a bit startled as warmth pooled low in her stomach. Her face flushed. Her breasts tingled.

Was she going crazy? Some crazy cowboy was kidnapping her, and she found his voice sexy? Man, she was going nuts—or into shock.

Darkness reigned again as they plunged back into the cool forest. With a mere tightening of his thighs on the great animal, they skidded to a stop. The arm trapping her shifted so she slid easily to the ground and stayed around her waist until she regained her footing. With a sound that was more growl than gasp, she backed away from man and mount until she collapsed against the bark of a towering tree. The horse tossed his head and snorted at her retreat, his sweaty flanks heaving in the sudden quiet.

Sunlight filtered through the branches and fully illuminated the male before her. He sat straight and tall on the animal. Dark and curious eyes considered her. At least, she hoped that was curiosity.


* * *


“Oh man, did I miss Buttercup?” Tom glanced toward the far field.

Sophie shook off old memories and laughed. “Yeah, a few minutes ago.”

“Darn it. Who won the bet?”

“What bet?”

“On how long it took Jake to take him down.”

“I don’t know.”

Tom shrugged. “I would’ve heard if I won. So how was your date with my son?”

“It wasn’t a date,” Sophie protested as Colton wrestled with the newest steer while Jake remained ready on the sidelines.

“Pity,” Tom murmured. “It’s about time that boy had some fun.”

“He’s having fun now.” Sophie nodded toward a grinning Jake. White teeth were illuminated against trails of dirt and sweat.

“He sure is,” Tom agreed. “But I meant the other kind. I thought he might finally be moving on.”

“Moving on?” It wasn’t any of her business, but…

“After Emily died, well, we wondered if he’d ever smile again. But he had Leila to worry about.”

“He mentioned his wife died young.”

“Too young. Way too young to learn what matters in this life.” Soberness mellowed Tom’s words as Colton jumped back from a newly released steer.

“Which is?”

“Hawk, to your left,” Tom called out, tensing until the young man shifted away from kicking hoofs. He returned to their conversation. “You know, learned what’s important. People. Memories. Family.” Tom focused over the fence and acknowledged Jake’s nod with a nod of his own. He turned toward Sophie and extended an arm. “That was the high sign from Jake. Why don’t I escort you over to the picnic tables? He’ll be along shortly.” All around them people stepped back from the fence, though most kept their attention on the pen.

“High sign?” She took his proffered arm and jumped from her perch.

“The next three steers are known kickers. Tulip always goes for the crowd.”

“Tulip?” Sophie chuckled.

“Yep. Tulip, Snuggles, and Lola. The boys have a sense of humor.”

Sophie shook her head as she allowed Tom to lead her across the road to the picnic tables. The walk took some time, since they stopped to chat with people along the way; most had heard of her, some asked about her date, and all seemed to like Tom.

Bright red-, yellow-, and blue-checked cloths covered massive tables where people dug in to delicious-smelling chicken, steak, and sweet fruit salad. Children ran around gleefully while elderly women patted babies and people chatted. Several were obviously of native descent, but just as many people were blond with blue eyes. The whole county must have been in attendance.

“Here we are,” Tom said as they arrived at a table where a petite Native American woman uncovered plastic containers. “This is my wife, Loni.” Pride filled his words.

“Hi.” Sophie released Tom’s arm to extend a hand to the pretty woman. Jake’s eyes gleamed from a tanned oval face with delicate features and a genuine smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sophie.” Loni smiled and shook her hand. “Please sit. The boys should be along shortly.”

Sophie sat and studied Jake’s mother. Intelligence that matched Jake’s glimmered in her eyes. Sophie took a sip of the sweet, tart lemonade she offered. “Thank you.”

“Sure. So what did you think of the branding? Did you see Buttercup?”

“Yes. Very impressive.”

“I heard Quinn won the bet,” Loni informed her husband.

“Again?” Tom rubbed his chin. “Man, that boy has a second sense about that stuff. Unless…”

Loni shook her head. “He and Jake are not in cahoots, Tom. Give it up.”

Excerpt copyrighted by Rebecca Zanetti



My Review

I absolutely LOVE this book! I am a sucker for small town stories where everybody is in everybody else's business. This book did not disappoint!

Jake and Sophie have amazing chemistry together. Sophie is helpless against the hunky cowboy! The supporting cast are amazing! The townspeople are diabolical in their matchmaking of Jake and Sophie, including Jake's own family!

The storyline is entertaining, suspenseful, and so much fun to read!

If you love sexy, alpha male cowboys too stubborn to quit, then you’ll enjoy the first story in Rebecca's Montana Mavericks series! Jake Lodge, his brothers Quinn and Colton and good friend Hawk are brilliantly and exasperatingly written! Their ladies-to-be are strong and beautiful and more than ready to go toe-t0-toe with each cowboy. Next up is Quinn!

FTC Disclaimer: I voluntarily read a copy of the book generously provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influences my thoughts or feelings about the book or the content of my review.


Purchase Links

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Currently FREE on Kindle Unlimited



About the Author



New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly and #1 Amazon bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti has published more than sixty novels, which have been translated into several languages, with more than five million copies sold world-wide.  Her books have received Publishers Weekly starred reviews and have been featured in Entertainment Weekly, Woman’s World, and Women’s Day Magazines. Her novels have also been included in Amazon best books of the year and have been favorably reviewed in both the Washington Post and the New York Times Book Reviews.  Rebecca has ridden in a locked Chevy trunk, has asked the unfortunate delivery guy to release her from a set of handcuffs, and has discovered the best silver mine shafts in which to bury a body…all in the name of research.  Honest. Find Rebecca at:  www.RebeccaZanetti.com


Friday, November 22, 2024

Celebrating Booksgiving!

 Hi All! 

Sorry the blog has been quiet lately. 

I'm celebrating my second annual Booksgiving over on Instagram. 

Come on over!

My IG handle is @b.haney.946

There's even a giveaway!

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Monday, November 18, 2024

Review: Holiday Wedding by Dr. Melissa Dymond

 Christmas in November!

Holiday Wedding is the second book in Dr. Melissa Dymond's Holiday Romance series!

Melissa offers two versions of her books:

πŸŽ„ A spicy/open-door version with mild explicit language and sex scenes

πŸŽ„ A sweet/clean/closed-door version with no language and only kissing.

Melissa want ALL of her readers to feel comfortable, so please choose the best version for you.



About the Book

The forecast for this romance is stormy.

Gwen

Gwen and Caleb are madly in love, so walking down the aisle should be as smooth as Santa sliding down the chimney on Christmas Eve, but when Jack Frost sends a blizzard, their Christmas cookies start to crumble. And the icing on the gingerbread house? There’s a stalker on the loose! This Holiday Wedding isn’t looking so holly jolly. It’ll take a Christmas miracle to get these two married.

Jenny

Jenny’s life is a lump of coal. Her career as a reporter has stalled, and her boss is grinch. Eager to leave LA, she dusts off her snow boots to spend a month in New York covering Caleb Lawson, fiancΓ© of her best friend, Gwen. New York is merry and bright except for Dean, Caleb’s grumpy bodyguard. He put Jenny on the naughty list years ago. When these two reluctantly join forces to hunt down Caleb’s stalker, the hot cocoa starts steaming. But can this maid of honor and best man make it down the aisle before their newfound feelings turn frosty?





My Review

Holiday Wedding is the continuation of the happily ever after in Holiday Star. Gwen and Caleb are getting married! This story follows their trials and tribulations to get to the altar while dodging a stalker, balancing careers, and dealing with stardom during a surprise nor'easter at Christmastime. Can their love truly endure or is it curtains for the happy couple?

I really enjoyed the story because we get TWO storylines in one! Jenny is Gwen’s best friend and she’s got a love/hate relationship with Dean, Caleb’s bodyguard. Jenny made a big mistake in the last book and has been trying to make up for it ever since. Dean’s been secretly enamored with Jenny for years but he’s got some demons of his own and doesn’t want them to touch Jenny. As the two are roped into wedding planning and discovering the identity of the stalker, tensions boil over into an all-out fiery passion that neither one of them are prepared for–but we are!

Everyone is going to need a little patience, a lot of grace, and a Christmas miracle to get through this holiday.

Holiday Wedding has it all - steamy romance, suspense, mystery, surprises, and a whole lot of love. The book can be read as a standalone but I recommend you read Holiday Star to watch Gwen and Caleb’s love story unfold. It’s a joy to watch.

FTC Disclaimer: I voluntarily read a copy of the book generously provided by the publisher via Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influences my thoughts or feelings about the book or the content of my review.


Purchase Links

Melissa Dymond Website


About the Author



My name is Melissa. When I was young I had three BIG dreams, to become a mom, a doctor, and a writer. I’ve been so blessed to accomplish the first two goals. 

Now thanks to you, I get to be an author! Books are my favorite way to escape and walk in someone else’s shoes. 

My goal is to entertain you. I want to make you laugh, swoon, blush, grit your teeth, shed a tear, and hopefully inspire you to follow your own dreams.

Thanks for coming with me on this journey! I can’t wait to see where we go next! 

Learn more at www.melissadymondauthor.com

Friday, November 15, 2024

Mistletoe Mischief by Codi Hall

Christmas in November!

Mistletoe Mischief is the second book in Codi Hall's 
Falling in Mistletoe series!

This is the spin-off from Codi's Mistletoe Romance series published through Sourcebooks Casablanca Books.

Every single book is packed full of fun, hijinks, romance
and everything Christmas!

Mistletoe Mischief can easily be read as a standalone but I highly recommend all the books. There are so many great stories and characters set in this fanciful town of Mistletoe, Idaho.



About the Book

A case of mistaken identity leads to holiday hijinks in this laugh-out-loud contemporary romance from the author of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe.

In need of a distraction from his dumpster fire of a love life, adventure tour guide Pike Sutton is thrilled when his favorite travel podcaster accepts an invitation to experience the gorgeous landscapes and festive charms of Mistletoe, Idaho. He knows her visit will mean great things for the business he shares with his friend Anthony, but Pike has no idea that the real force behind “Exposures” is nothing like what he sees on social media.

Ryler Perkins is perfectly happy being the voice behind the microphone while her cousin stars as the face of their popular podcast. She’s used to men drooling all over Alea, but for once she finds herself wishing a certain sexy hipster lumberjack would notice her instead. Maybe that’s why Ryler completely loses her mind and makes a move on Pike.

Their kiss under the mistletoe is more than steamy, but it abruptly ends when Pike discovers he’s been smooching Alea’s “assistant.” He isn’t about to jeopardize everything by seducing a woman who’s off-limits. But as Pike guides the podcast crew around town and into the great outdoors, Ryler seems determined to get him hotter under the collar than a steaming cup of cocoa . . .





My Review

If you thought 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe was spicy, Mistletoe Mischief says, “hold my beer.”

I wasn’t sure about Pike’s story because throughout the entire Mistletoe Romance series, he’s been an unrepentant ladies man. Even with the last book I was doubtful. I was totally wrong. While Pike is an assertive, confident man on the outside, inside he’s plagued with insecurity and disappointment. Pike is a thoughtful, kind, dedicated, and loyal person and just searching for happiness like all his friends have found.

Ryler has a successful podcast but hides behind her cousin’s modelesque persona. Ryler has some baggage of her own and would rather be in the background than face the constant scrutiny from social media comments on her appearance. Wouldn’t we all. 

Ryler’s podcast travels around the globe looking for exotic/hidden gem locations to explore and share with her listeners. She posts on social media asking followers where the podcast should travel to next. Pike’s comment and invitation to explore Mistletoe sparks nostalgia for Ryler and she jumps at the chance to visit. 

Ryler remembers her Christmases in Idaho as a child and is keen to explore the Christmas-themed town. To learn more, Ryler checks out–stalks–Pike’s Instagram and is enchanted by his pictures, and charmed by the hunky red-head’s sense of humor. Aren’t we all πŸ˜‰ 

These two are electric together. Pike’s wicked sense of humor paired nicely with Ryler’s snark. Their witty banter tickles the funny bone and their chemistry is off the charts!

The book follows the same timeline as 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe. I loved this because it gives readers an in-depth understanding into Pike’s relationships with his friends and family, and enriches the storyline. I'm here for it all!

Mistletoe Mischief is an amusing, steamy Christmas romance that’ll have you snorting with laughter, warming your heart, and fanning your blush-filled cheeks!

I highly recommend every single book by Codi Hall.



Purchase Links

Amazon | Barnes & Noble



About the Author



Codi Hall has been writing for eight years under the pen name, Codi Gary. In the spring of 2020, Codi signed with Audible for three original audio books about a trio of siblings finding love in their little mountain town during Christmas time. A California native living in Idaho, she fell in love with big skies, amazing people, and brisk winters. When she isn't writing, you can find her watching movies with her family, making silly Tik Toks, taking gorgeous photos, and snuggling up with a good book and one of her many furbabies! Learn more at www.codigarysbooks.com/codi-hall-author


Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Release Day Blast: Dark Heart by Donna Grant


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant returns to her captivating Elven Kingdoms series with a tale of second chances, love amidst chaos, and the healing power of forgiveness.




About the Book

Deepest passion. Darkest betrayal.

Once, she was my world. The only one I loved. Then it was all ripped away—including my freedom.

Vengeance kept me alive. It paved every step, shaped every plot.

Until I finally caught her.

I learned that line between love and hate is wafer-thin. Where once my dreams were filled with revenge, now that I have her, all I think about is the intoxicating passion we once shared.

But there’s no turning back the events her capture has set into motion. It unravels a carefully constructed world, one where enemies surround me.

Everyone, that is, except her.

Now, we only have each other—and the love that once united us, to fight our way to long-buried truths that will change everything.











Purchase Links

Donna Grant Website


About the Author


Donna is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over a hundred novels. Her most popular series is the breathtaking Dragon King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.

She has been dubbed as giving the “paranormal genre a burst of fresh air” by the San Francisco Book Review. Her work has been hailed as having “deft plotting and expert characterization” by Publishers Weekly and “sizzling” by RT Book Reviews.

You an find her at www.DonnaGrant.com as well as her website devoted entirely to the Dragon Kings and all series that encompass the Dark World at www.MotherOfDragonsBooks.com
 

Release Blitz: The Ghost of a Chance by Heather Graham

 Sometimes, good deeds don’t go unpunished.

The Ghost of a Chance, a Krewe of Hunters novella from New York Times bestselling author Heather Graham & 1001 Dark Nights is now live!




Having run into the bank to take out cash for her son’s school fair, Angela Hawkins Crow is surprised to find herself in the middle of a hostage situation. The hostage-taker is none other than Billy Mendelson, a young man suffering after a violent armed robbery attack at his home.

Angela read about the crime but is mystified by his behavior, even as he hustles her into a vault with several others. Billy was a stellar student and so much more before the events of that fateful day. How can he subject others to such violence?

Thankfully, Angela realizes someone else in the bank might be able to help her bring it all to an end—without any injuries. It’s a ghost of a chance, but one she must cling to if she wishes to save the hostages and the young man so damaged by what has befallen him.

Only a ghost of a chance…

But one she is grateful to have. And one that just might work.


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One thing her years with the bureau had given her were classes in self-defense, negotiations, and profiling…

Classes that taught her when self-defense was an option, the best way to speak during negotiations, and how to deal with someone who was so badly on the edge that every single care had to be taken to keep oneself or a roomful of people from being killed.

Of course, she could only pray that she was putting the pieces together properly.

“Please,” she repeated. “We will all do every single thing you tell us to do.”

He whispered something, but she barely heard him.

“I’m sorry.”

He moved closer to her as if his words were meant only for her.

“My mother did that—everything those bastards said. And they killed her and my dad anyway.”

“But that’s them, Billy. Not you,” she told him. Her words were almost a whisper now. This had come to something that was between the two of them.

“You know who I am.”

“And my heart bleeds for you. Billy, I know you probably won’t believe this, but I can help you. I can employ every resource in the world to trap the monsters who hurt your parents,” she told him. “Really—”

“The cops were all over it.”

“Not to brag, but I’m almost a genius with the Internet. I can find out what others can’t. And I have friends who are just as good.”

“No, no, no. I’ll be gone to the moon—well, South America, at least. Somewhere far, far, away. And I’ll start over completely. Or I’ll be dead,” he told her.

“Then we’ll get everyone into the vault now, and when you’re gone, I’ll still try to find justice for your parents,” she vowed.

He looked at her for a long moment, and she thought maybe he believed her. Right now, there was only one objective: to keep these people alive.

And she would do anything in the world to make that happen, praying that, somehow, she might keep herself alive, as well. There might be one problem, though. Jackson and Corby knew where she was. She had simply run to the bank to pull out some cash for Corby’s class’s fundraiser for the victims of the latest storm that had wiped out hundreds of homes. They’d planned on buying pastries created by all the kids’ different parents and turning their purchases into an impromptu party for those in the Krewe who were in the area at the moment.

Billy smiled suddenly. “You’d best all behave,” he told her. “Because I’m not alone. Say hi, Kenneth.”

At the front of the bank, one of the men seated on the floor waved a hand in the air and rose, reaching beneath his jacket as he did.

He, too, had a gun. From her distance, Angela couldn’t tell what type of handgun it might be.

But regardless, it carried bullets and death.

Her family knew she was here. And while she had incredible faith in Jackson, she prayed he was able to control the situation, and that no one barged in, guns blazing.

Because that would surely cause a bloodbath.













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Thursday, November 7, 2024

Review: The Road of Bones by Demi Winters

Happy Release Week

The Road of Bones is the first book in an epic romantic fantasy series by Demi Winters.

Get your copy today!


About the Book

Silla Nordvig is running for her life.

The queen of Íseldur has sent warriors to bring Silla to SunnavΓ­k, where death awaits her. When her father is killed, his last words set Silla on a perilous quest: travel the treacherous Road of Bones–a thousand-mile stretch haunted by warbands, creatures of darkness, and a mysterious murderer–and go to Kopa, where a shield-house awaits her.

After barely surviving the first stretch of road, a desperate Silla sneaks into a supply wagon belonging to the notorious Bloodaxe Crew. To make it to Kopa, she must win over Axe Eyes, the brooding leader of the Crew, while avoiding the Wolf, his distractingly handsome right-hand man. But the queen’s ruthless assassin has other plans and hunts Silla obsessively.

Will Silla make it safely to Kopa? Or will she fall prey to the perils of the Road of Bones?





Excerpt

 

Chapter 1

Skarstad

Silla Nordvig believed in the little signs the old gods left for mortals—­red skies to foretell surprise, the flΓ­ta to usher in change, and the black hawk as a herald of death. Above all else, she knew that bad fortune came in threes, so it should not have come as a surprise when those wretched bells started ringing. She jumped in fright all the same.

After washing the bread dough from her hands, Silla dried them on the coarse material of her homespun skirts. Ashes, she thought. This week was truly taking a toll on her. It had all started to unravel when Olaf the Red had requested tenancy payment a week ahead of schedule, stretching their threadbare budget beyond its limits. Next, Silla had burned her thumb while pulling barley cakes from the embers, dropping the full batch into the cookfire. Grains were growing more and more costly—­after three long winters in a row, crops were stunted, and the harvest would be grim. Silla had earned herself a stern verbal lashing for her mistake.

And now the third instance of ill fortune this week—­those foulsome bells.

Silla smoothed the floral embroidery along the belt of her blue apron dress, the same worn by all of Jarl Gunnell’s domestic hands, and made her way outdoors. The jangle of iron keys signaled the arrival of Bera, Jarl Gunnell’s wife and head of the household. Silla quickly found her place in line, fingers threading tightly together as Bera counted them.

“Twelve. All right on your way, you lot,” she said in a gentle voice, ushering them out. “Let us hope this is swift. For all involved.”

A light breeze caressed Silla’s face and pulled a few chestnut coils from her tightly woven braid as she stepped along the path. For a gray day, it was pleasantly warm, the sun obscured by clouds. A wasp buzzed at her face, and she swatted it away. Birds twittered from the gardens of the homestead. It was almost peaceful for a moment. Until the following toll of the bell, long and so loud, it set Silla’s teeth on edge.

She matched her steps to the others, keeping her eyes on the blue skirts of the girl ahead of her. They walked in a single line, making their way down the rutted lane. Silla didn’t have to look to know Jarl Gunnell and his men—­warriors, stablemen, and field workers alike—­would be following behind. The jarl was one of the few members of nobility who did not use enslaved thralls brought over from Norvaland, but if he had, they would join as well. The bells were nothing if not the great equalizer, demanding the presence of every Íseldurian over ten winters of age, regardless of class.

Silla glanced toward the stables but could not see her father. He’d be there, somewhere among the field workers, in his dirt-­stained gray tunic. He’d be wiping grime from his face, worrying about her, about them, deciding they’d lingered too long in Skarstad. It would be time for a fresh start. Another one.

They walked along the packed-­dirt road and through a gate in the stockade walls of the village, past timber homes topped with thatched roofs. While orderly woodpiles were stacked neatly before the homes, the cabbage yards overflowed with kitchen herbs and vegetables. Skarstad itself was small and unremarkable, interchangeable with most towns in Sudur lands. Silla should know; she’d lived in so many of them. Neatly laid out and encircled by tall defensive walls, it held two main thoroughfares that intersected in a central, tree-­lined courtyard. The mead hall was neatly maintained, the stoops well swept, the square stained with blood.

The bells grew louder as they approached the square, each clang more menacing than the last. The sounds vibrated through Silla’s bones, ratcheting her insides tighter and tighter with each step closer. Men and women, merchants and farmers alike joined them until a throng crowded the road. At last, they rounded the corner into the central courtyard. Silla shuffled toward the towering Klaernar warrior standing by a wagon piled with jagged black rocks; he passed one out to each who entered the courtyard. Silla kept her eyes low as she waited, knowing what she’d see if she lifted her gaze. Muffled voices floated through the square, pleading. Begging.

It is in vain, she thought with distaste.

The oppressive presence of the Klaernar warrior looming before her stifled the air. Occasionally called the Claws of the King, the Klaernar were all physically imposing, and Silla kept her gaze trained on the warrior’s boots. They were worn, smudged with dirt, a sight she found oddly comforting—­proof he was, in fact, human. If she lifted her eyes, Silla knew she’d see he wore a shirt of black chain mail, punctuated by screaming bear shoulder plates in shining silver. Knew that she’d see three claw marks tattooed along the man’s right cheek.

She’d heard rumors that the second sons of Íseldur were changed not just physically once they took the claw, but mentally as well. Something happened when they went through the Ritual and pledged themselves to King Ivar and his Bear God, Ursir. No matter how diminutive their stature before the Ritual, they returned transformed—­tall and built like mountains, their newly inked faces etched in permanent scowls. It was said they carried Ursir’s blessing in their veins, which only deepened Silla’s unease.

As the King’s Claw placed a chunk of raw obsidian in her palm, Silla’s hand dipped under its weight. She stared at the flat, glossy surface. How could something be so beautiful and yet so ugly all at once?

The resounding chimes startled her from her thoughts, so loud they were near deafening in the square. Silla lurched forward, eyes darting in search of the blues of Jarl Gunnell’s help. Somehow, she had lost them. Silla lifted her eyes, just for a heartbeat, to try to get her bearings.

It was a mistake; she’d known it to be but couldn’t stop herself. Three sets of V-­shaped columns stretched up from the circular dais in the center of the square, a runic altar stone centrally positioned. Each condemned was secured to a set of wooden pillars, arms stretched wide between them, feet secured together at the base. Iron bridles muzzled their faces and smothered their voices. A pity the contraptions didn’t shield their eyes; those unfortunate souls saw it all—­the crowd, the rocks, the imminence of death. Anticipation was an equal part of the punishment, Silla supposed.

She stood on shaky legs, her gaze locking with that of the woman in the middle. Her eyes were wild with fear, the whites flashing. Heart dropping like a stone, Silla realized she was not a woman at all but a girl in her early teens. The girl’s face swam, her brown eyes dissolving to Mother’s vibrant green, urging her to look away—­

No.

With a shaky exhale, Silla forced her gaze to the ground. Now was no time for those memories to surface.

“Next!” boomed the Klaernar, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Eyes searching, Silla finally caught sight of the blues and browns to her right and made her way quickly toward the group.

The little blond girl was with them, small and out of place among Jarl Gunnell’s help. Her unkempt hair was plastered to her neck, her face smeared with dirt. Haunting blue eyes, which tilted up at the outer corners, looked at Silla as the girl fidgeted with the hem of her torn and rumpled nightdress. “You should pay better attention,” came the girl’s young voice.

Silla had tried to guess the girl’s age, and her best estimate sat at five or six winters. “And you should mind your manners,” she said absently.

“What did you say, Katrin?” asked Bera, her voice stern.

Silla’s gaze shot to Bera’s steely face. “I—­it was not you to whom I spoke,” she muttered.

“Who then? Who were you speaking to?”

Her eyes flicked back to where the girl had stood moments before—­now nothing but empty space. You’ve said enough, thought Silla, pressing her lips together. Gather your wits, Silla MargrΓ©t.

“So hard to find good help,” muttered Bera. “Lazy or touched in the head.”

Silla inhaled deeply as she looked away. Spotting a familiar blond head threaded with gray, her eyes locked onto her father’s. He seemed to sag when he saw her, as though he’d been holding his breath. Beside him stood the kindly stablehand who’d provided them with furs and a few kitchen provisions when Silla and her father had first arrived in Skarstad—­Tolvik, if memory served her. A grim smile upon his face, Tolvik’s silver head dipped, and Silla returned the gesture.

The clouds parted, sunbeams streaming down from the sky, catching sparkling minerals in the flagstones of the street and warming Silla’s back.

Mercifully, the bells stopped. Several minutes passed, and the crowd grew larger, filling the square and spilling out into side streets. Hushed conversation and restless energy descended into the courtyard; the tension was so thick, you could cleave it with an axe.

Excerpted from The Road of Bones by Demi Winters. Copyright © 2024 by Demi Winters. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


My Review

The Road of Bones is an amazing, epic fantasy full of mystery, suspense, and secrets.

From the first chapter, I was deeply enthralled in the story of Silla’s fight for safety. The harrowing journey that awaits her is fraught with danger and despair. This humble kitchen maid must find the strength and cunning to survive the Road of Bones. But as her enemies are multiplying, and her web of deceit pushes her allies farther away, Silla will need the help of the gods to save herself from a fate far worse than death. 

What an incredible read full of adventure! I ate up the pages as fast as I could, stayed up late reading until I could no longer keep my eyes open, and gasped as each secret was revealed! There are twists and turns and so much subterfuge! Hold onto your seats and pay attention, you might miss something!

This is an absolute masterpiece. I highly recommend The Road of Bones and can’t wait for the next one!

FTC Disclaimer: I voluntarily read a copy of the book generously provided by the publisher via Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influences my thoughts or feelings about the book or the content of my review.


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About the Author



Lover of all things fairy tales, fantasy, and romance, Demi lives in British Columbia, Canada with her husband and two kids. When she’s not busy brainstorming fantastical worlds and morally gray love interests, Demi loves reading and cooking. Learn more at demiwinters.com