Saturday, November 14, 2026

Cover Reveal: Samantha Young's Isle of Thistle

 


Check out the gorgeous cover for the new series from Samantha Young, Isle of Thistles.


TITLE: Isle of Thistles (Montrose Brothers #1)

RELEASE DATE: Feb 25th, 2027 in Kindle+, paperback and audiobook.

COVER DESIGNS: By Hang Le

COUPLE COVER PHOTOGRAPHY: By Wander Aguiar

UNIVERSAL LINK: https://geni.us/xVOmjR

TROPES: COMING SOON

Brenna Bird isn’t who she says she is, and unfortunately for her, the only person who knows the truth is the grumpy Scotsman who happens to be her new boss.

Torin Montrose, entrepreneur and hotelier, is the last person Brenna can talk to. Ever since he was forced to hire her as his hotel manager at his fancy island resort in Scotland, he’s been prickly and combative. As if Brenna didn’t already have enough to deal with adjusting to starting over thousands of miles from home while trying to help her thirteen-year-old through the transition.

When it comes to Brenna, Torin can’t quite see straight. For months, he’s convinced himself he resents the American’s presence in his business and his life, but there’s no denying he can’t stop thinking about the gorgeous single mum. And when circumstances push them together alone on a camping trip, that spark between them ignites into a blazing passion.

Brenna knows not to expect commitment from Torin. All she wants is an escape from the nightmare she’s been running from for months. A no-strings-attached situationship with the boss sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, but there’s no extinguishing this fire between them.

However, it soon becomes clear that their attraction has transformed into a deep bond that might just blow up their carefully cultivated plans. And with both their pasts about to catch up to them, Torin and Brenna will have to decide whether a love they never expected to find is strong enough to survive the coming storm…

About the Author:

Samantha is a New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, #1 Amazon bestselling author and a Goodreads Choice Awards Nominee. She has written over 65 books and is published in 31 countries. Samantha writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels, often set where she resides — in her beloved home country of Scotland. She also writes paranormal and fantasy novels under her pen name S. Young. When Samantha’s not writing she splits her time between her family and chasing after two very mischievous cavapoos.

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Friday, November 13, 2026

Book Tour Stop/Giveaway: The Twelve Tables by Richard Barager

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. One randomly chosen entrant will receive a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card at the end of the tour. See the entry form at the bottom of this post to enter.

"The blood of the bulls on Jupiter’s hill gave them liberty—the words graven unto these Twelve Tables made them equal."

ROME, 462 BC. To save his family’s failing farm, sixteen-year-old Marcus Atilius is sold into debt servitude by his own father. Plunged into the city’s underbelly, Marcus must endure a world of cutthroat trading stalls and gritty warehouses, all while navigating a forbidden entanglement with a woman far above his station. Survival demands sharp guile and moral compromise.

As a bitter class struggle pushes Rome toward the brink of civil war, Marcus vows to beat the elites at their own ruthless game to win his freedom and a fortune worthy of the woman he loves.

Yet his rise brings a fateful choice. A historic demand sweeps the city for the Twelve Tables—a revolutionary legal code to protect plebeians from patrician tyranny. With a corrupt aristocrat holding the tether to his trading empire, will Marcus protect his hard-won power, or risk everything for the soul of Rome?

ENJOY AN EXCERPT: The fire crackled. His father’s eyes roved over their faces. “He said I was too weak for bondage. That I was the reason for the debt.”

Quintus rose in protest. Fausta began to weep, and Lucia went to her, wrapping her arms around her.

“Is it so, Marcus?” Servius whispered. “Has father slowed that much?”

Marcus feigned doubt that Mettius had, but only out of respect. The weight loss, the gray in his beard—his father had aged. Strong as a bull one year, enfeebled the next.

Mettius drew a breath and went on. “He threatened to seize our land. Make vagrants of us. Beggars.”

If they lost their land, Marcus knew, they would live in crowded squalor in Rome, desperate for work. And why? Because it had always been that way. There was one set of laws for the privileged, another for everyone else.

His father stared over their heads at the wall. “I asked for another way. He wanted Quintus.” Mettius lowered his gaze. “I did not allow it. If I were to die with Quintus in bondage, the family would have no paterfamilias. The risk was too great.” His father’s voice had gone cold.

Quintus turned around. Marcus nodded to show he agreed. Better to lose their land than a son. It would be a hardship, but the family would stay together this way.

Marcus looked at his father. Their eyes met.

“I sold Marcus into mancipium with Gaius Licinius. A term of three years. He comes tomorrow to take him to Rome.”

Interview with Richard Barager:
  1. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? 

I don’t recall completely imagined friends, but rather idealized versions of real friends or acquaintances.  

 

  1. Do you have any phobias? 

On occasion I will experience anxiety over thoughts of extreme confinement, such as being locked in the trunk of a car or when watching a TV show with a claustrophobic scene. 

 

  1. Do you listen to music when you're writing? 

I have tried listening to both classical and rock music while writing and found it a distraction. I know many writers do—TC Boyle, for example, has said he listens to classical music while writing. I write in a room with a window open to outdoor sounds and noise.  

 

  1. Do you ever read your stories out loud? 

Never the complete book—my voice would give out! I will sometimes read a paragraph out loud, or more often a piece of dialogue, to test it and make sure I want to use it. That said, I very much enjoy doing readings of my work at bookstores. 

 

  1. Tell us about your main character and who inspired him/her. 

The inspiration for the protagonist of my novel The Twelve Tables came while doing background research for the book and reading about the practice of mancipium in ancient Rome, a form of legal slavery. When I learned that a father could sell his son to a creditor to pay off a debt, I knew I had the main character for my story.  



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Richard Barager is the author of The Atheist and the Parrotfish and Altamont Augie, the latter a winner of the Silver Medal in Foreword Reviews 2011 Book of the Year Awards (Historical Fiction); a Gold Medal in the 2011 eLit Book Awards (Literary Fiction); and a Silver Medal in the Independent Publisher 2012 Regional Book Awards. The Wall Street Journal reviewed Altamont Augie in its Five Best column: “No other novel so crystallizes the themes, flavors and attitudes of an era [the 1960s].” The Atheist and the Parrotfish was featured on Book Talk Radio, with Kory French. Richard completed undergraduate studies and medical school at the University of Minnesota and was a nephrologist in private practice for many years. Long devoted to medicine and fiction, he now writes full time (and no longer at night!). He believes fiction explores meaning in ways science cannot. Sometimes only fiction can discover truth.

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Book Spotlight Tour Stop: Sophia's Way Home by Natalie Monteiro

Title: Sophia's Way Home

Series: Paradise, Book Two

Author: Natalie Monteiro

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: 11/10/2026

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 238

Genre: Contemporary, Romance, family-drama, new adult, horror, lesbian, vanlife, missing father, conspiracy

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Description

Sophia misses her family. Six years later, she can still feel the ache of the loss. A car accident with a drunk driver had taken them away, her mother and brother. And though she hadn’t escaped the pain, not fully, what she had escaped was Catherine, North Carolina. The place where it happened. The place where she was forced to move in with her aunt Olivia and cousin Cassie. People who made her life a living nightmare.

But none of that seems to matter now. Sophia is free. Traveling in her van with her girlfriend, Maria, and their two dogs. A trip to Baja Sur, Mexico with Maria’s family. A family that is just starting to feel like her own. But it isn’t long before Sophia gets a call from the past.

Sophia finds herself needing to cut the vacation short. She and Maria must travel back to the place she swore she’d never return. God damn North Carolina.

Soon, she is confronted with dynamics from the past, life-changing news, and a truth that must be uncovered. Sophia and Maria won’t be returning to vanlife travels any time soon. Not with something so important at stake.

The truth behind her mother and brother’s death.

Excerpt

Sophia’s Way Home
Natalie Monteiro © 2026
All Rights Reserved

“Sophia! Caleb! Your grandparents are here!” Amelia yelled to her children as she rushed to the front door of their home. The two of them were upstairs, playing with whatever their hearts desired. Legos? Toy cars? She couldn’t be certain, but she knew that whatever they were doing, they were having fun up there. The occasional screeches of laughter penetrating through the ceiling were a sure sign.

“There’s my Amelia! The light of our familia!” her father exclaimed as she opened the door, seeing her for the first time in what had been too long.

Amelia smirked, not particularly caring for the nickname. Mainly because her younger sister, Olivia, would make a fuss about it.

I have light too, Dad. She could hear the words of her sister ringing in her ear, spoken with so much jealousy that it made her quiver uncomfortably. But Olivia isn’t here right now, she reminded herself, so she began to let her guard down. Enough to finally feel some joy from hearing the endearing name.

“Mom, Dad,” Amelia gasped in loving disbelief; she had missed them just as much. She hated going this long without seeing them, but things changed as you got older. She stared into their eyes, seeing that it was true. Time had been catching up with them. Their faces were slightly more wrinkled, and their hair had even more pronounced hues of gray since the last time she saw them.

They stepped inside to be greeted with an ecstatic hug from their daughter. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered into her dad’s ear and, “I’ve missed you so much,” she spoke into her mom’s.

“Us too, sweetie,” Barbra said with a warm smile as their embrace came to an end. Her daughter’s hand was firmly inside hers. She wasn’t even aware of it. Barbra just didn’t want their moment to end.

“Where are our beautiful grandchildren?” Michael asked, poking his head around the corner, but not seeing any sign of them in the living room.

Amelia didn’t need to answer as the sound of her children running emanated through the floors above. The thudding grew closer, until, finally, they appeared galloping down the stairs. Amelia smiled, seeing that they were holding on to the hand railing as she had told them to many times before.

“Pawpaw!” Sophia squealed.

“Mamaw!” Caleb followed suit.

“Oh, there’s our little bunnies!” Barbra said with a level of joy that had been clearly dormant until now.

“Hip-hop! Hip-hop!” the children sang in unison as they wrapped their little arms around their grandparents’ legs.

Amelia stood there, watching them. Soaking in the feeling of pure bliss that came with the reunion, not wanting the moment to end. She savored every second of it, before it inevitably did.

“We missed you!” the small children squeaked. It was simply impossible not to feel the emotion in their voices.

“We missed you too,” their grandparents answered.

“Okay, everyone, let’s mosey to the living room,” Amelia said, as she led them all there.

“Pawpaw, Mamaw, look! I lost my tooth!” Sophia said, climbing on top of her grandparents after they took a seat on the couch. She gave them the widest smile possible so that they could see the fullest extent of the loss. Though the gap would have been perfectly visible with just a normal smile. It was her front tooth after all.

“Oh, my. You sure did, sweetie,” Barbra said with a little giggle. “Did it hurt?”

“This one didn’t. But the one back here did!” She took a finger to her lip and aggressively pulled it as far back as it would go so that the missing molar could be seen.

“Well then, someone’s on a roll!” Michael said, sounding happy to see that his granddaughter was as animated as ever.

“Yes, Mommy says that pretty soon I won’t have any more teeth left to lose.”

“That’s right. Not until you’re my age,” Michael informed her, sparing them from any additional details.

“No way!” Caleb squealed. “I wanna see!”

Michael couldn’t deny the request. He seemed to figure that the children might as well learn the importance of maintaining good dental hygiene. So, he pulled away his own lip, revealing two missing teeth in the back.

“Woah!” Caleb screamed in amusement, while Sophia did nothing but tilt her head.

“Pawpaw, why do you have a golden tooth?” she asked.

“This is what happens when you don’t take care of your teeth,” Michael began. “A dentist will go in there with a needle to numb you out, then they’ll hack away at whatever is damaged before filling it back in with some kind of metal. And that’s only if it’s a lucky one. Otherwise, you’ll have a missing tooth forever. Like my other two.”

The children went completely silent. A look of nothing but horror washed over their faces. They turned to their mother, seeming to want reassurance. Some semblance of don’t worry, my hunnies, that’s not going to happen to you. Everything is going to be okay.

Amelia never took her gaze off her father. She patiently waited for him to catch on. Wanting him to offer them the reassurance that they needed, since he was the one who’d started this all.

Nothing but silence continued.

“Pawpaw, that’s scary,” Caleb finally said, turning back to look at him with a new rush of fear all over his face.

It was only then that Michael understood.

He let out a little chuckle, which in turn made Amelia release a little smile. “You have nothing to worry about, my darlings,” he said. “So long as you brush your teeth every day, this fate will not happen to you.”

Sophia and Caleb looked back at their mother, stone-cold. They needed further reassurance, and this time, Amelia happily gave it to them.

“Which you have both been doing,” Amelia said with a nod, and with that, her children became eased.

Amelia laughed to herself, knowing that she never would have predicted this was how their first conversation would have gone. In the silliness of it all, she knew that there were other, more pressing things they could be talking about.

At least for her, there were.

“How are Mrs. Rosy and Mr. Red Tail doing?” Barbra asked. They were the stuffed animals they had gifted the children this time just last year. A little puppy for Sophia and a curious fox for Caleb.

“Oh, they’re doing wonderful!” Sophia exclaimed.

“Yeah! We play with them every day and then tuck them in at night. Especially when we miss you,” Caleb added, but the sweetness of his comment lasted nearly a second. He turned to his sister, both of them wide-eyed.

Amelia knew what this was about. The same burning question that must be in each of their minds. It’s not polite to ask, she had told them. But how could they not when the perfect opportunity just presented itself?

Caleb looked at her mother, giving it a second. But this time, Amelia didn’t say anything.

“Are we getting presents again this year?” Caleb finally asked.

“Why, of course you are!” Barbra exclaimed.

“Yeah, it is that time of year again,” Michael continued, “ain’t it?”

“It sure is,” Barbra said, answering the question that had likely been for the children, but that didn’t seem to matter. This time, it was them who stared at each other wide-eyed, before turning to look back at the children.

Amelia could feel it in the air. That now was as good a time as any to give them their gifts. It was the main reason they had come to Vermont, after all. To spend time with and spoil their grandchildren for their birthdays. It was the annual tradition. They would stay for a whole week right in between Sophia and Caleb’s birthdays, having just missed Caleb’s on September 12th and it being a hair too soon for Sophia’s, which was on October 1st.

This was the best solution that they had found.

Yet, in reality, it was so much more than that. It was the single time they’d come to visit each year, making it the most special week.

“Come on, let’s go to the car!” Michael said, and the children didn’t need any more convincing. Sophia and Caleb jumped to their feet and ran eagerly to the front door. They stood there, bouncing up and down as they waited for everyone else to join them.

“We’re coming, we’re coming,” Michael said with a laugh.

Amelia stood beside her parents, making sure that they could get off the couch okay. To her surprise, they did. Even if it took a bit of extra effort. She led the way there, the three of them soon meeting her children at the front door.

Amelia finally reached to open the door. She watched as they became but a pair of puppies running toward freedom. An open door. A free world. Amelia’s smile deepened, knowing that there was so much to be savored.

As she took her first steps off the porch, the blazing sun hit her face. Although it was finally fall, the summer’s heat still managed to hang on. Most evidently during the afternoons like today. Amelia allowed herself to bask in it.

This was her favorite time of year.

The transition between summer and fall.

Maybe because of the happiness it brought her children. A fresh start to the school year, filled with sports and being able to see their friends again every day.

Maybe it was as simple as having to do with the weather itself. It was the best temperature that the year had to offer. Cool mornings, pleasant evenings, and days where you could do whatever you wanted since it wasn’t too hot.

Of course, there was also the ever-present feeling that her parents would soon be visiting, as well as the anticipation of holidays just around the corner.

There were just so many things to love about this time of year. So, she soaked in the sun, knowing that she wouldn’t be feeling it against her skin for much longer.

Not like this.

Michael popped open the trunk. The sound of the hatch bouncing up and down was enough to take Amelia out of her daze. She was standing on the lawn, alone, but not for a second longer. She hurried to the car to help her parents unload their luggage. Peering inside the back window, she noticed that they had certainly brought a lot of stuff for just the two of them.

Though that wasn’t necessarily unusual.

Sophia and Caleb came around the other side and helped to unload the car by conveniently removing the one thing they were interested in. The gift bags.

“Don’t open them without us! Make sure you wait!” Amelia shouted as her children ran back toward the house.

“We will!” their high-pitched voices sang in unison.

It took a second trip out to the car to bring all their bags inside. Amelia elected to do that one all by herself, telling her parents to join her children in the living room. Not because she didn’t trust Sophia and Caleb to wait to open the presents, but purely because she wanted her parents to be with them as much as possible while they were here.

After putting the last bag down by the stairs, Amelia made her way into the living room. She couldn’t help but smile at her children who were sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor, patiently waiting with gift bags on their laps. They smiled back at her, perhaps the biggest smile Amelia had ever seen, as she took a seat beside her parents on the couch.

“Okay, open them!” Barbra announced.

With Amelia’s nod of approval, tissue paper was flung high into the air. Blue out of Caleb’s dinosaur gift bag, and red out of Sophia’s Spider-Man one. The sound of crinkling paper was soon replaced by oohs and aahs. Caleb held out a white airplane while Sophia held on to a black one.

“You can actually fly them!” Michael said, sounding as excited as the children looked.

The crinkling resumed as they reached back into their bags to pull out remote controllers. “Wow!” the children gasped, followed by a resounding, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

They ran over to hug their grandparents.

Amelia watched the moment unfold before her. And all of a sudden, she could feel it. She knew this was the right moment to tell them. To reveal a secret that she had been holding on to for far too long.

“Can we play with them now?” Sophia asked, excitedly turning to her mom.

“Yeah! Can we?” Caleb echoed.

Her children looked up at her with the eyes of two happy-go-lucky puppies, the freedom of outside and playtime waiting. Amelia knew there could only be one possible answer.

“In a minute,” she said with a laugh of pleasure that surprised even herself. “I have to tell you something first.”

Caleb looked at her with newfound excitement. “Do you have presents for us too, Mommy?” he asked.

“No, it can’t be that.” Sophia was quick to reason. “You already got your birthday present from Mom.”

Amelia’s smile deepened. She was always delighted to hear her daughter speak in ways that showcased her natural set of detective skills. Apples didn’t fall far from the tree, after all.

She remained quiet, failing to confirm or deny the suspicion and waiting for them to throw out more guesses. Are we going to Disney World? Are we getting a dog? she was almost certain her children would ask. Are you having another baby? she thought her mother might say.

Yet, with anticipation in the air, she was met with even more silence.

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Meet the Author

Natalie Monteiro lives in Central Massachusetts where she enjoys embracing her creativity in whatever form it takes. From writing, to singing, to painting. Natalie also works as a biological research scientist in her daily life. She achieved a Master of Science in Pharmacology from the University of Minnesota and a Bachelor of Science in Neuroscience from the University of New Hampshire. Throughout her years of schooling, her creative roots never stopped calling to her, which ultimately resulted in her debut novel Vermont Paradise. It is her hope that her books can serve as a reminder for all to follow their passions. May the process bring much happiness.

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Thursday, November 12, 2026

Book Spotlight/Giveaway: Winter Light by Honey Winters

Winter Light
Honey Winters
(A Blue Spruce Hills Novella)
Publication date: November 12th 2026
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance, Women’s Fiction

For readers who enjoy clean women’s fiction about small towns, new chapters, and later-in-life romance.
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A small-town librarian, a new neighbor from Colorado, and the brightest Christmas display in the Poconos.

Penny McLauchlin runs the library from a former bank building where the vault is now a reading room. She knows which cart squeaks, which patron wants company rather than a book, and which of the atrium plants needs turning toward the light. What she has stopped knowing is what she wants.

Then a colleague slides a listing for Regional Library Director across her desk — the kind Penny has scrolled past for years — and the thought arrives fully formed: I could.

She applies. And then the quiet season she thought lay ahead turns out to be anything but.

Her sister Jackie moves in. Her daughter is coming home for Christmas with a guest. And Nigel Blake, her new neighbor, has just plugged in a holiday display visible from Mars.

By December, Penny’s street is the brightest one — and the woman who never wanted anything to change has a job interview and is embroiled in a Christmas lights battle that has drawn spectators from across town.

This book is for every woman who has looked around a good life and still wondered whether this was all of it. Winter Light is about wanting things at 55, reaching without wrecking anything, and discovering that contentment isn’t the same as closing the door. Come to Blue Spruce Hills for warm friendships, a Pennsylvania mountain town under snow, a sister who arrives like weather, and a neighbor whose Christmas lights are an argument for joy.

Trope List
Finding yourself at 55
Midlife women’s fiction
Small-town Christmas
Widow opens heart to love again
Neighbors to something more
Sister returns home
Female friendship group
Clean
Low angst
What you can expect:

Heat: clean and wholesome
Tone: cozy women’s fiction, warm and lightly funny
Series: A Blue Spruce Hills Novella, interconnected standalone
POV: third person, past tense, single POV
Content Notes: reference to past spousal loss (off page, years earlier); no violence; no swearing
Comps: Debbie Macomber, Nancy Thayer, Sheila Roberts

Welcome to Blue Spruce Hills: A mountain town that reinvented itself once already and knows something about new chapters. Come for snow, tea, good friends, poetry night at the Tea House, and a holiday season worth remembering.

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EXCERPT:

Two big candles sat square in the middle of the cake—a five and a five.

The lights dimmed, and Penny was treated to an unharmonious Happy Birthday. Then came a chant that the kids had done when they were young and the adults had continued. Luckily, they now counted by fives.

“Are you five? Are you ten? Are you fifteen?” Shannon, Wendy, and Jennifer chanted.

As they counted up, Penny’s mind focused on her “new chapter,” as Jennifer called it. What new chapter? She had no news to share. Shannon had a new gallery showing. Jennifer was trying a new hobby. Wendy was going on vacation to Thailand.

“Are you thirty?”

Penny was simply going about her life. Day after day after day.

“Are you thirty-five?”

It wasn’t that her life was empty.

“Are you forty?”

Nor was she lonely.

“Are you forty-five?”

Nothing was wrong, per se.

“Are you fifty?”

But three words began to form, not quite solid yet, but taking shape.

“Are you fifty-five?”

Is this it?

“Stop,” Penny said, and the women clapped.

“Okay, Pen, blow out the candles and make a wish,” Shannon said.

Penny closed her eyes and did exactly that.

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After about five minutes of hugging, Penny finally left Shannon’s. Her hands were toasty in her new gloves. Her journal was in her tote bag, and her framed picture was tucked under her arm.

The night was quiet. Her feet crunched on the fall leaves, and she could hear a muffled TV. Penny had walked this walk so many times she knew where the sidewalk tilted because of tree roots and when to expect Mr. Phillip’s dog to start barking.

For the first time, she didn’t find that familiarity comforting. Nothing had changed from yesterday, but everything felt a little different. It was silly. Nothing more than the stress of a birthday.

But that feeling lingered.

Author Bio:

I love writing the kind of stories I want to curl up with—heartfelt, uplifting stories about women in midlife navigating life’s ups and downs. My books celebrate the bonds of friendship, the magic of second chances, and the belief that it’s never too late to fall in love.

Whether it’s a cozy lakeside summer, a small-town reunion, or an unexpected romance that catches you by surprise, I believe every chapter of life holds something sweet waiting to be discovered.

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Discover Oriana's Stallions by Silvia Violet




Oriana, Book 4


Sci-Fi Futuristic Offworld Romance

Date Published: November 13, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



Raya is what Orianians refer to as a techno snob. She thrives on her fast-paced urban life on New Earth. At least she did until she met Calder Brinkley, a horse shifter and regional governor on Oriana.

Calder likes wide-open spaces, the fresh air of early morning, and turning off technology in favor of face-to-face conversation. He also likes Raya. He likes her so much he's willing to alter some of what he enjoys about his low-tech planet.

Can Calder convince her that being together is more important than either of them having their way, or will her stubbornness keep them forever apart?

Oriana's Stallions includes the previously released novellas Stallion's Gambit, Stallion's Summer, and Stallion's Accord.



Excerpt from Stallion's Gambit

Copyright ©2026 Silvia Violet

 

Calder Brinkley ignored the rain pelting down on him. He eased closer to the glass doors that opened onto his guest's balcony. Raya had left them open, and the sheer curtains fluttered in the breeze. The moonless night allowed him to stand less than a yard from her threshold without being detected.


He'd arrived home well after the household had retired for the night, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Raya Varvara had intrigued him on both a physical and intellectual level during their comm link conversations. He wanted to know if she presented as attractive a package in person as she had on screen.


He took another step. When his shoulder was inches from the door, he leaned forward and looked in. Raya walked out of the en suite bathroom, and he sucked in his breath. She was naked, and even more delicious than he'd imagined. Her dark chin-length hair was tucked neatly behind her ears. Her skin was creamy and smooth, contrasting beautifully with her large coral nipples.


He longed to palm her small breasts and flick his tongue across her flesh, watching her nipples peak. She was slender, but not lacking in curves. He visualized himself gripping her waist and pulling her hips back against him as he fucked her from behind.


Her pussy was shaved bare. He could see her clit peeking from the deep cleft. His balls ached at the sight, and he had to reach down and tug his pants to make room for his expanding cock.


He smiled. He would have her before she left. A week would elapse before a transport arrived that could take her back to New Earth. Plenty of time to seduce her and introduce her to the various ways he could curb her sharp tongue and loosen her stiff manners.


A rich, earthy scent floated out through the doors. Calder inhaled deeply. He could have guessed Raya wouldn't go for flowery shower gels. She'd used the soap his servants placed in the showers for male guests. It mixed perfectly with her natural scent.


He cursed silently when she picked up a robe. The gauzy black garment could hardly be considered a covering, but he'd hoped to watch her prance around nude. She picked up a small comm unit from her nightstand and punched at the buttons.


"Fuck!" The expletive carried easily onto the balcony. Calder pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. He imagined what his uptight servants or, God forbid, one of his other guests would think to hear a woman use such a word.


Raya punched at the buttons again, making a low growl that sent heat straight to his cock. "Fucking backwater planet. Can't even get a decent connection!"


Calder bristled. Techno-snob! Wait until he got his huge dick in her. Then she'd learn there were satisfying things on this planet that she'd never find back home. Who wanted to be tied to a comm unit twenty-four hours a day anyway? New Earth was all concrete and steel and whizzing traffic. Oriana's untamed wilderness called to his very soul.

 

About the Author

Silvia Violet writes spicy bad boy romance that will leave you smiling and satisfied. She has a thing for characters who are in need of comfort and enjoys helping them surrender to love even when they doubt it exists. When she needs a break from listening to the voices in her head, she spends time baking, curling up with her favorite books, and crocheting.


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RABT Book Tours & PR

Wednesday, November 11, 2026

New Release Teaser Tour Stop: Siren's Daughter by Autumn Montague




Bacchanal Moonlight Mating Cruises 1


An Urban Fantasy Action Romance

Date Published: November 13, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



A wishful siren. A jaded selkie. Can Cassie and Kenta find love on the Bacchanal Moonrise?

Cassiopeia Thalassus has a problem. Under a strict injunction not to come home until she’s pregnant, she’s been sent on an eight-day matchmaking cruise by her father, Poseidon. The Bacchanal Moonrise has a reputation as the perfect place for a fling -- casual or otherwise. Cassie’s been sent to meet a prince, and she hopes the guy is someone she can fall in love with. The siren with whom she shares a soul, however, is all too willing to settle for anyone, so this prince had better be worth the potential heartache.

Kenta ลŒwatatsumi agreed to this date at the encouragement of his oldest brother. Tired of the usual women who only want him for his selkie magic, Kenta is looking for someone who wants him for more than just sex and selkie parlor tricks. His aniki promised him someone different. His first sight of Cassie Thalassus, however, has him questioning his brother’s good sense. Instead of a simple blind date, Kenta’s been tricked into a stud call for a lusty siren. His brother got one thing right, though. Cassie is certainly different from any woman he's ever known.


Excerpt
Copyright ©2026 Autumn Montague


Cassiopeia Thalassus stared at the door in front of her, nibbling at her dry lips through the waxy taste of sour lychee lip balm and trying to decide if she could actually go through with this. Youngest daughter of Poseidon, Princess of the Atlantic, Siren-in-Waiting of the Lady of the Atlantic, all hail the Princess of the Sea, but she couldn’t knock on a stateroom door.

What a joke.

Cassie shifted her travel bag to a more comfortable position on her shoulder and considered her options.

One. She could turn around and go back to the rock she shared with her sisters.

Two. She had the wrong stateroom. She could just go back home and say she tried.

Three. She could strip and waltz naked all over the damned ship, charming everyone from the captain on down. At least one out of the hundreds of males on this floating bacchanal should be up for the task. Nothing like a never-ending orgy to get the job done, right?

Four. She could tough it out like she’d promised and put her heart out there yet again, on the off chance something might go right for a change.

Keeping option one on hold for the moment, Cassie focused on option two -- the stateroom. She still had her father’s letter in her hand, so she slipped it from the envelope. As she read it again, her gaze skimmed half-memorized lines.

Cassiopeia,

Your mother is worried about your unwillingness to utilize your abilities to their fullest potential. My darling Selene says it is past time for you to carry on your siren lineage, but all I want is for you to be happy. I’m very proud that you’ve finally made the decision to face your inner self and be the siren you’re meant to be.

I have discussed your situation with an old friend, someone you might remember -- Lord ลŒwatatsumi, the Ruler of the Sea of Japan.

Cassie stopped at this passage, trying hard to remember which sea god her father was talking about. She’d met so many over the years that she’d begun to wonder if the value of the title carried any merit at all.

After a moment, she gave up with a sigh. All she could remember was a vague, dark blue shape with a serpentine tail and a Chinese-style mustache. A long mustache, one whose ends she had chased with fascination as they bobbed on the surface of the Mediterranean somewhere near Crete. She shook the memory away and continued.

We’ve set up a date for you with his son, a powerful demigod who receives regular offerings from the Emperor of Japan. Considering your circumstances, your mother and I feel you need someone strong, and he seems like a perfect fit. I booked the two of you passage on the Bacchanal Moonrise for their Yule tour of the Arctic. Prince ลŒwatatsumi will be waiting in the Royal Suite. Dictys will arrange your transportation to the ship.

Your mother sends her love and says you cannot come home until you are pregnant.

With love,

Daddy

P.S. -- I’m sorry to say this, but refusal is no longer an option. You made a vow to your mother, so please don’t do anything that will make my darling Selene unhappy. And by no means should you wear that ugly blue disaster you use to hide your powers.

Eep. She had missed that last line on her first read through. After a glance at her blue sweatsuit, Cassie shrugged. There wasn’t much she could do about it now. Well, she had been the one to declare her resolution to try, if they would just leave her alone afterward.

So. She licked her lips again, tasting the last of the lychee wax, and looked up.

The porter had looked askance at her when she asked about the Royal Suite but had directed her to this blandly beautiful teak door, numbered just like any other first-class stateroom and festooned with fragrant Yule greenery like the rest of the ship. Cassie stared hard at the curvy brass numbers, hoping she had been directed to the wrong stateroom. Said hope did nothing to change the graceful swirl of the 1201 emblazoned on the door.

Damn. She had the right stateroom, so option two was a no-go.

Option three? The ease of it had its appeal, but… no. Just… no. At least, not yet.

That left option one or option four.

Get on with it, child. The siren’s caustic mental voice urged action, and Cassie’s hand lifted at the siren’s direction. She stopped herself from knocking just before her knuckles touched the polished wood.

Cassie considered letting the siren control their shared body to take over the situation. It would be so much easier just to surrender to her siren the way she always did. After all, their incomplete merge was the whole reason Cassie was in this mess to begin with.

No, this incomplete merge is your mother’s fault, girl. The siren’s aggrieved tone suggested she wasn’t any happier than Cassie with their mutual independence. Selene’s ambition has damaged all of her children this way.

All of us? Cassie swallowed, started to ask, then shook the thought away. Right now, the only thing that mattered was whether or not she could go through with this. She had so much at stake. Getting pregnant would mean more than just a casual encounter. It would mean exposing her heart again, but it would also mean freedom from her mother’s demands. After another eternal moment, Cassie sighed, nibbled at her lips a third time, and gave a quick couple of raps. Silence reigned for a split second, and then the knob turned, the door opened, and her chance to run vanished.

Her blind date stood in the doorway, tall enough for his head to brush the lintel of the door. She’d been sent to meet a prince, and boy, did he look the part.

The siren took a good long look and began to salivate mentally.

“It’s not polite to stare.”

The basso rumble rushed over Cassie like a breaking wave, sending an odd electric tingle running along her skin. The unusual sensation vied with a hot flush of embarrassment as she called her attention back to the issue at hand. She knew better than to let her mind wander. Or to give her siren too much free rein.

Cassie’s pulse beat a little faster as her date returned the stare in good measure. Chocolate-brown eyes evaluated her, reaching no good conclusion to judge by the look on his face.

This is her? His expression practically screamed the words.

Cassie supposed she wasn’t much to look at -- she’d taken care to dress down as much as possible. The forbidden blue fleece sweats had served their purpose as she crossed the docks, covering her more obvious attractions and allowing her to move through the boarding crowd with relative peace. Crossing the docks had been hard enough without calling every drunken Yule reveler in sight.

The siren gave her a mental nudge. Time to get it over with.

“I’m Cassie,” she said with an awkward half smile. Despite her caution with dressing, she couldn’t disguise the sultry tones of her voice or dampen pheromones that were as much a part of her as breathing.

He just looked at her with a steady, unflinching gaze, face closed and unreadable except for his eyes. Those widened oh so slightly at the subsonic vibrations in her voice. Even so, he did nothing except to step back with a tiny bow, holding the door open for her to enter.

“Kenta ลŒwatatsumi. Please enter.” The deep voice reflected nothing of the lusty confusion Cassie’s subsonic tones should have elicited.

By now, the man should have been a quivering mess of hormones. Cassie’s siren voice usually shot straight through men in a blaze of lusty pleasure, like a heady liqueur. This prince’s lower half should be on fire. Instead, he seemed unconcerned. Almost unaffected.

His odd lack of response made Cassie hesitate. She stood in the entrance of the stateroom, stalling just the tiniest bit. She clutched at the padded strap of her travel bag like a lifeline, wishing she’d taken option one instead. Then the siren took control, and Cassie crossed the threshold in a single flowing step, continuing through the cabin all the way to the bedroom door on the far side of the suite, as far away as possible from the gorgeous hunk of male currently blocking her escape.

“I assume you are my date for tonight?” Confusion filled the prince’s ocean-dark voice as he picked up a crystal tumbler from a decorative stand at the doorway. He idly swirled the dark amber liquid it held, something smelling of cinnamon, nutmeg, and other unidentifiable spices. Wassail, maybe. Well, it was a Yule cruise.

Cassie dumped her bag on the floor beside a black-lacquered chair before turning back to face him. “I suppose I am.” She took a deep breath, inhaling the tangy aroma of the bayberry and holly displays on the low table and matching black-lacquered stepped chest. The heady fragrance of the greenery steadied her nerves.

Time to unleash her darker side, if only for her own protection. Time to pretend to be what she wasn’t, if only for a while. Time to set the stage for her siren to take the lead. “I just didn’t expect Daddy would set me up with a selkie for the Yule revels.” Even the densest sex-crazed male of his race could not miss the sarcastic emphasis.

Awkward silence bloomed in the aftermath of Cassie’s words.

Kenta shut the stateroom door and leaned against it, his handsome face still politely neutral, though his beautiful eyes narrowed at her snide comment. An impressive reddish-gray fur coat hung neatly on the hook behind his head. Judging by the size of that sealskin, he’d mass nearly fifteen hundred pounds in his animal form, larger than any of the shifter seals Cassie had ever met. The faintest clink of rattled ice from the tumbler suggested her words had stung.

What had possessed her father? A selkie, of all things. Some demigod. If she was going to be sold to the highest bidder, Cassie would rather it be someone with real power. No selkie could fill that bill. From what she had heard, their magic was limited to conjuring pretty trinkets and a little bit of luck -- neither of which would do a damn thing to solve her problem.

Nor would it give her date any clue to Cassie’s peculiar nature.

Those dark eyes assessed her again and still found her wanting. “Look -- Cassie, was it? Do you really understand what you’re doing here?” Or who I am?

 

About the Author

Autumn grew up loving history, mythology, and all things Japanese, not necessarily in that order. This eclectic love affair has bled over into her writing, and her stories are always well spiced with the taste of Japan, strange mythological beasties, or the lords and ladies of the ton. Sometimes all three, leading to dark desires and forbidden loves.

And after all, dangerous passions should lead to uninhibited love.

 

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