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During an ultimate war with evil and the battle that brought it to an end once and for all, The Kings and Queens of the Thirteen Realms joined forces against Hatred, Lust, and Death… and in the ensuing catastrophic chaos, the fabric of time and space was fundamentally fractured. Two dimensions collided, bringing changes both large and small, sudden yet eternal.
It has forced the Sovereigns of the Thirteen to exist in a brand new world that only they are aware has changed.
In this brand new world are new humans, and alongside them in the shadows and hidden doorways, new non-humans. Some are strange and splendid. Others are wonderful but wrong.
Melody Margaret Tannym is eighteen years old, and she goes by the name Mimi amongst her friends. Mimi is a dragon. However, one of her friends is quite special too – or about to be – and neither one of them has any clue. This new world carries with it new forces, and those forces play upon the young man, altering him as much as the altered world and plunging Mimi and her companion into the dangerous underworld depths of the new supernatural kingdoms.
Worse yet, the colliding dimensions weakened a very old barrier, one that has kept a primordial and powerful atrocity at bay for countless millennia. Only one creature, one darkly brilliant soul, stands between this evil force and the new world. But Bantariax the Great Black Dragon can only remain vigilant against his deadly foe for so long. For even he in his ancient draconic splendor has his weaknesses… beautiful and precious beyond measure. And new worlds have brought new chances for his enemy to prey upon them.
Withered is a bridge novella by Heather Killough-Walden linking The Lost Angels series and The Kings series to the upcoming Monsters series.
Monsters are coming Halloween, 2018.
Withered Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Withered-Bridge-Novella-HKW-Universe-ebook/dp/B07H1FLTV7/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1535928506&sr=8-1&keywords=withered+heather+killough-walden
Withered Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Withered-Bridge-Novella-HKW-Universe-ebook/dp/B07H1FLTV7/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1535959969&sr=8-1&keywords=withered+heather+killough-walden
Withered Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/withered-heather-killough-walden/1129430168?ean=2940161765746
Withered Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/888224
Withered iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/withered-a-bridge-novella-of-the-hkw-universe/id1434425082?mt=11
RELEASE DATE ANNOUNCEMENT
For so many reasons, I wanted my release date news to correspond with the blood moon eclipse. And it does. 😉
“Withered,” the bridge novella linking The Kings series to the upcoming Monsters series, will release September 3, 2018. Preorders will most likely be available, and I will make the announcement when they go up.
“Monsters: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed” will release October 31, 2018. I will make the announcement when preorders for this 1st book in the Monsters series become available. Monsters is a brand new paranormal romance series set in the same universe as The Big Bad Wolf books, The Lost Angels series, and The Kings.
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Book One: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed
By Heather Killough-Walden
Angela glanced sidelong at the large man she had barely managed to bind.
“He’s still coming for you,” he told her. “Even now.” She closed her eyes for a moment as his voice rolled over her. “And he won’t be coming alone. I’m betting he’s got a dozen more on your tail by now.”
He was resting against the boulders behind him, his long legs bent, boot heels dug into the dirt in front of him. His head was tilted back on the rocks, and he gazed at her through narrowed slits that were as piercing as they’d ever been. His clothing was torn in a few places, but the bleeding from the gash in his forehead had stopped.
Jacob Crow was a beautiful man. She’d thought as much from the moment she’d first met him. But he was a dangerous man too. Especially to her. Especially now.
She looked away and strode to the fire she’d built, lifting his pack closer so she could go through it with proper lighting.
“You’re only prolonging the inevitable,” he said. It was something she knew he would never normally say, and it sounded strange coming from his lips.
“That isn’t you talking,” she said softly without looking up.
“Then how about this?” he asked next. She did look up now. He lifted away from the wall of rock behind him, strong enough to do so despite the cuffs holding his arms behind his back. He was strong. He was capable. And his motorcycle club “brother,” David was out there somewhere; she could feel it. He was getting closer. One of them, she could handle on a very good day. But both of them, not a chance. She’d only gotten lucky with Jacob. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her. She hadn’t been under the same compunction, hence the gash in his forehead. “You’re wearing yourself down, Angel. You can’t keep this up forever.” He gave her a knowing look, deep and penetrating. “I can tell you’re growing weak.” And then he chuckled, no doubt feeling the gash in his forehead. “Well, at least in magic.”
Angel looked away. She stifled the need to swallow past the tightening of her throat. Instead she said, “You’re not yourself, Jake,” and pulled the rations out of his pack to rip them open. When she turned back to face him, he was simply watching her, his singular, light green eyes glinting. And she knew his mind was working.
Despite everything, Jake wasn’t her enemy. Her enemy was ancient. He’d had a long time to live and a long time to learn, so he was also very smart. He’d proven as much by singling out two of the small handful of men in the entire multiverse who could actually defeat her. He’d somehow gotten to them and turned them to his cause. He’d used powerful magic to do so. It had to be powerful, strong enough to make it past the inked protection both men had tattooed on their bodies.
The ink was a warden thing, and in particular a “Monsters” biker gang thing. Those men, collectively and in warden circles referred to as simply the Monsters, were lead by the most feared warden of the lot: Cain. No one knew how old Cain was, but it was generally agreed he’d been around millennia – and he had learned a thing or two over the years. The ink was one of them. Rumors had it he’d gleaned the trick from someone even older than he was.
Which was why it was so impressive that Malek Taal of the Taal fae had pushed past that ancient inked magic and infiltrated the minds of two Monsters members, siccing them on her like blood hounds. Now he wasn’t the only one hunting her down, and Jacob was right. There were probably actually more. Like maybe their sentinel and friend, Lucian, who went by the shortened name “Luke.”
She’d met Luke once, the same day she met all the Monsters brothers. He was kind and strong and good, and she’d taken an instant liking to him. But if David Sharpe told his sentinel that she needed to be neutralized, he would believe him. They’d known each other for years and they trusted one another. She did not need a sentinel as powerful as Luke thinking she was the bad guy.
It was why she hadn’t called out for her own sentinel. She was half afraid Luke would hear her instead.
Jake was also right about her growing weary. She was using magic to keep the light of the fire from glowing past the boundaries of her camp. She didn’t want to help his brother locate her any easier. And she was using more magic to keep Jacob bound in those cuffs. She didn’t have the strength to cast a healing spell right now, which was why he was still injured. He would heal, and a hell of a lot faster than a human, but she could have seen to it that he bore no mark at all. She definitely didn’t have it in her to throw down with him again.
“What did he tell you, Jake? What does he have you believing about me that makes it so important you turn me in?”
Jacob slowly leaned back. Something uncertain flashed across his strong, handsome features – just for a split instant. But then he shook his head. “That it needs to be done.”
Angel blinked. She frowned. “That’s it? He didn’t tell you I was dangerous? That I was killing innocents or something? That I needed to be neutralized? Reined in? Restrained?”
Jake laughed softly again and let his head fall back against the stone behind him. His laugh was deep and beautiful, and his Adam’s apple moved in his strong throat, tempting her. Making her lips tingle. She recalled the way he felt standing beside her, tall and capable and supportive. He smelled like leather and gun oil and deodorant and battle. Like the song said, fresh from the fight. She’d been instantly, if secretly, smitten.
“I already knew you were dangerous,” he told her. His smile grew bigger, white and predatory. A hint of fang peeked from behind his lips.
Angel looked away again, and now she felt a heat move up through her. Her heart was hammering. Her attention was slipping. Focus, she told herself. You need to keep him restrained. And remember, David is out there –
With that thought, Angel experienced another feeling. It was familiar and hard and grounding. It was the feeling of being watched. Carefully studied. She realized suddenly that she’d had the feeling for a while, but she’d attributed it to Jacob.
At once, she threw up a shield around the camp, using what was left of her magical strength in the defensive move. But she was too slow. The dart made it through just before the shield was erected, and its sharp tip embedded itself firmly in the side of her neck.
She winced and yanked it out as quickly as she could, but she knew the damage was done.
No!she thought, reaching out for magic – any magic – that she could get her mind wrapped around. But the fire crackled blue and black then flared bright, its light expanding suddenly past the spell she’d used to keep it hidden. Her eyes began to close. She heard footsteps on both sides of her, which meant Jake’s cuffs were gone and he was free.
All of her spells were failing at once. David was good. They both were. Hell, this was probably all a set-up. Malek really was smart using them against her.
It was not the most comforting thought to accompany Angel as she felt the two wardens stand over her, and the world faded to darkness behind her lids.
(Monsters is a new paranormal romance series by NYT and USA Today bestseller, Heather Killough-Walden, and is part of the HKW Universe that ties together The Big Bad Wolf series, The Lost Angels series, and The Kings.)
Excerpt from the “Monsters” series
by Heather Killough-Walden
Book one, “The Good, The Bad, The Cursed” coming 2018
He was furious. There were waves of anger radiating from him like ripples in an upset pond, and the truth was she knew it was her fault. She knew she’d pushed him too far with her words. With her promises. They were threats to him rather than promises, threats of another thousand lifetimes completely and utterly alone.
So now he was pissed. And in a way she’d never witnessed before.
Angela closed her eyes against the sudden, hard sensations that invaded her body, dug deep and made her feel. Her core lit on fire, but not in a bad way. It was a breathless evocation. It was inviting. It was not at all unpleasant.
It was just unwanted.
She’d fallen to her knees, her bound hands behind her, and she didn’t remember hitting the ground. She inhaled sharply and he slid his hand around her throat, tilting her head back against his shoulder. He’d taken a knee behind her.
His lips were at her ear. “I can teach you to find pleasure in absolutely anything I wish,” he told her in that deep voice and thick accent. “All I have to do is make you feel what you’re feeling right now. As I torture and kill those you hold dear, you will be climaxing again and again. Associating their suffering with intense, unforgiving bliss.”
She wanted to flinch away, but ultimately lost the battle and fell into his grasp as his free hand slid along her stomach to encircle her small waist and pull her further back against him. “The next few days can be terribly confusing for you,” he continued. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm work its insidiously delicious way through her body, and her skin flushed. He chuckled as he watched her; she could feel his gaze searing into her as he worked his dark magic. “Or you can cooperate. And there need be no ambivalence. We can leave the suffering out of it.”
He laughed again though, as his fingers inched her shirt up over her taut stomach, exposing an abdomen tightened in mounting pleasure. Wanton fury was coursing through her heated veins. She fought it with every ounce of her mind, but her mind was losing. “Well… to some degree,” he added darkly. “Sex is never quite as good without some amount of pain.”
Angela took a deep, quick breath when lucid thought suddenly broke through his spell and flooded her mind. It was what remained of her own magic, desperately trying to slice through his powerful web. The spell she needed was there, just for a flash, and she grabbed onto it like mad.
She hissed rapidly, “E nochtum quis nanda plu-” but he covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her spell at once, and yanked her hard against the solid muscle of his chest. Suddenly she was crying out against his palm as not only an intense orgasm ripped through her, but a hard, deep ache blossomed to life as well.
Immediately, she knew what it was. It was the pain they’d warned her about, the kind the Malek Taal were known to inflict on their prey as punishment. It was sexual longing at its foundations, but one so utterly intense, so deep and strong and completely thorough, no sane thought was given free passage through the Taal-maddened mind.
His pain and pleasure were birthed in the same place inside her, and the pain road the tailcoats of her pleasure through every molecule of her being. But as the pleasure ebbed away, the ache grew stronger, and the Malek Taal kept his grip firm, watching her from above as his punishing magic took over.
She felt her chest rise and fall as rapidly as her racing heart, and she knew it would please him. She knew it would satisfy the dominant sadist in him to take in every tiny detail of how she reacted to his manipulations. So she tried to reel it in, tried desperately to shield herself from his perceptions, to hide the primal effect he had on her. But he had silenced her strength in more ways than one, and in that moment, as his infamous punishment grew to an incessant, throbbing ache deep inside her that demanded attention and had her squirming in his tight grip, she realized she had never felt so helpless in her life.
He was winning. This time there were three strikes against her. He’d made every preparation. He’d planned out every careful step. And she’d pushed his final button. Now he exacted his plan with Machiavellian ruthlessness.
Her wrists were bruising in the cuffs he’d placed on her, despite their leather lining. She was simply pulling too hard, too violently.
“I imagine you’re feeling a little uncomfortable right now,” he said softly, so very softly, his accent-lilted words whispering across her skin, his lips beside her ear. She sobbed quietly, the sound hushed by that same hand over her mouth. “But I can help you. I can take that pain away.” Now he did whisper, and his breath against her flesh was laced with more insidious magic. “I know what you need. And I can make it all better, Angel.”
It was becoming too much. As his evil magic rose to a crescendo of agony, she went still in his arms, overwhelmed by her inescapable need. She moaned long and low, and he slowly removed his hand, letting the sound free.
“What do you say?” he asked, still whispering like a lover into her ear.
But she couldn’t say anything at all, and he knew it. All she could do was nod. Just once.
That was all it took.
“That’s my girl,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his words. The hand he held her throat with slid along her skin, grasping her chin to tilt it to the side and expose the column of her throat. She should have been terrified then, but she could not tense any further. Her entire body was a long, lithe vessel composed of completely flexed muscle and heated desperation.
So she only squeezed her eyes shut tight and hoped her teeth wouldn’t crack against each other as he parted his lips and his breath caressed the side of her neck. Her heart was a rapid-fire witness to her misery, and it was no doubt calling to him, speeding through that vein so close to his lips like a fast-flowing river of temptation.
Oh gods, just do it! she thought, wondering why he would make her suffer further when she had already acquiesced. But then she again realized what he was about to do, and the dwindling sanity within her thought, No, wait, please don’t –
And then the wait was over, as just like that his very sharp canines were sinking carefully but deeply into her artery.
Angela’s brown eyes flew open. She could feel them heat up, her captor’s power surging through her in complete domination, no doubt forcing them into amber light. It was probably very pretty – and she couldn’t have cared less. She was changing inside. It was only the beginning, but a switch had been flipped and the pieces had been set in motion.
He wasted no time in taking what he’d laid claim to the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. He pulled her blood out of her body and into his with barely measured impatience, and as he did, the ache inside her transformed. It continued to grow, but its pain was laced with the promise of absolution, with the almost-threat of culmination, and she had no choice but to welcome it with weak and open arms.
Copyright Heather Killough-Walden 2018
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HKW Books is running an international (yes – INTERNATIONAL) giveaway right now that is literally worth thousands. Everything from $300 custom-made HKW plushies to $50 gift cards to Kindle Fires to audio books will be gifted to randomly drawn winners across the globe. There will be more than thirty winners, and new prizes roll in every day to be added to the giveaway list!
Wanna sign up? All you have to do is get a YouTube account and subscribe to Heather’s channel. It’s as easy as that! Subscribing (and letting her know you’ve done so by following the rules) will get your name on the list!
To sign up for the giveaway and help Heather Killough-Walden launch her brand new YouTube channel, follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ3QvonwutI&t=2s
To watch Heather’s second (hilarious) video on her brand new channel, follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drtjOn6Rm4g
Heather will be using the channel to joke around with her readers, feature reader art, answer reader questions, give exclusive book reveals, and generally make a fool of herself. 😉 She loves comments and of course very much appreciates subscriptions and thumbs-ups!
William Balthazar Solan has ruled for eons beyond imagining, always alone as he watches over the spaces between the seconds. But thousands of years ago, Fate created a very special woman. In her William saw a different kind of history, and a rule that was not alone.
Her name was Helena. They fell in love.
But Fate wasn’t finished. Helena is only half of its design. The other half is a six-foot-six blond with cold blue eyes and a taste for blood, Helena’s blood in particular.
His name is Cain.
William and Helena have spent the last few millennia locked in a terrible loop of love and loss as they struggle to be together in the face of a formidable darkness bent on possessing Helena for himself.
But now the chessboard has been turned, the pieces moved. Universes have collided, dimensions have slammed together, and in this new world Fate has no power. This is William’s chance to finally set things right.
All he has to do is convince a woman who doesn’t know or trust him that she’s his long lost love, stop ancient and powerful enemies from destroying the entire planet, and keep Cain from sinking his teeth into Helena all over again.
And unfortunately, in this new world William is also running out of time.
The Time King is the highly anticipated, breathlessly awaited thirteenth and final installment of The Kings series, by NYT and USA Today bestselling paranormal romance author, Heather Killough-Walden.
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BLQZRSX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1521620242&sr=8-1&keywords=the+time+king+heather+killough-walden
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07BLQZRSX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1521620382&sr=8-1&keywords=the+time+king+heather+killough-walden
IT’S YOUR LUCKY DAY! Release Day Reveal!
Coming THIS WEEK:
The Time King
Book (lucky)#13 in The Kings series
by NYT and USA Today bestselling author Heather Killough-Walden
Check in this week (March 19th through March 23rd) on Heather’s Facebook pages, here on her blog, Goodreads, and Amazon for book #13’s release! And get ready because worlds WILL collide!
Hi my favorite people!
Coming early 2018 are hoards of fantastic HKW treats! I will of course be releasing The Time King, book 13 in The Kings series, which is the final “official” book in the series. However, rumor has it there will be a 14th “unofficial” book dealing with some of your absolute favorite characters – and the ones you’ve been waiting to see get their happy endings.
Alongside the culmination of this amazing series, a brand new series will be introduced, one that takes place in the same brilliant and vivid paranormal HKW world.
To celebrate the ending and the beginning, an enormous giveaway will take place. The giveaway will be open to my readers internationally and will feature everything from ebooks and the electronic readers to enjoy them on to custom made HKW plushies of some of the paranormal creatures featured in my works. These will also be signed by the author. 🙂 To take part in the giveaway, be sure to catch up with me on Facebook, as that’s where my giveaways are run.
Stay tuned for news on all of these upcoming treats by following me (Heather Killough-Walden) on Amazon, Facebook, and Goodreads. Facebook peeps tend to hear about everything first simply by the speed of the social media. But I do my best to update everyone ASAP when news happens.
Thank you so much for reading, and I look forward to filling your days and nights with the wonder of stories in the future! XOXO
– Heather KW