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No one deserves to be invisible. No one deserves to be unseen.

That's the tagline from my latest release, Shadows of the Unseen. After months and months of work, sleepless nights and maybe even a little tears, it's here! launch photo

No one deserves to be invisible. No one deserves to be unseen.

Saber August is the prince of the world. Heir to his grandfather's empire and next in line as prime minister, nothing is out of his reach. But when a past nightmare comes to haunt him, his life takes an unexpected turn.

Aaron August has always lived in the shadow of his older brother. Ignored and never quite good enough, all he wants is the approval and respect of his grandfather. All he wants is to take Saber's place.

But when a war erupts between the humans and the clones, each man has to choose a side. Fight for the clones, a race considered less than human, or stand by their family and everything they've ever known.

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New Release: Sullivan's Way by Wilhelmina Stolen

A single day shattered her life and set in motion, events that would change the Sullivan family for generations. Marnie Joe Sullivan had the perfect life as the daughter of a wealthy Virginia businessman, but perfection wouldn't last. As the War Between the States ends, she is struggling to keep her family together. After a botched robbery, fleeing rebels leave her mother dead and Marnie at the mercy of a killer. The year is 1867 and Virginia is still home to Confederate conspirators and a killer that must be stopped. Loyalty and love run deep in the Sullivan family and Marnie is no exception. As the eldest Sullivan, she feels obligated to rescue her father from the hangman’s noose. But a jailbreak at midnight lands her in the arms of Marshal Mason Kane.

Death is never fair. Mason Kane is proof of that. The horror of war and the death of his brother made him a drunk. Consumed by guilt and grief, he finds himself occupying Richmond saloons and starting fights. But a forgotten promise to his brother forces him to put down the bottle and accept a friend’s plea for help. Mason has no idea that the scrawny, mud covered boy he just hit is Sullivan’s daughter and he has no idea just how tempting she is until he tries to mend her wounds. Bound by honor and promise, Mason sets out to find a killer. What he finds is the outlaw Marnie Sullivan. A woman he can’t live without and secrets that lie in the way.

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com Genre: Fiction/Romance/Historical Release Date: January 9, 2014 Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-93-6   ISBN 10: 1-939217-93-8 Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-94-3     ISBN 10: 1-939217-94-6 Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html Purchase from Amazon HERE

About Wilhelmina Stolen:

Wilhelmina Stolen is the pseudonym for romance writer, Shannon Hayes. Shannon is a native of Kentucky and makes her home in small southern town close to the Tennessee line. During her adolescence, her mother’s free spirited nature became restless causing the family to embark on a slew of adventurous moves across the country. The moves provoked a hunger for adventure and romance and introduced her to a wonderful world of history and beauty.

As with most writers, her stories began at an early age with long sessions of seclusion and secrecy. While her classmates and friends were outside playing, Shannon was locked away in her room hammering out ideas on an old 1940’s Royal typewriter.

After finding Mr. Right, Shannon found herself wanting the comfort and security of the small Kentucky town she longed to escape as a child. Fortune smiled upon her and she became the family historian; gathering pictures, wills, marriage certificates and everything else that somehow managed to fall into her lap. Stories flooded her mind and writing quickly became an obsession that turned into the Way of Hearts Saga. The saga spans six generations and three families.

Shannon holds an Associates in Applied Science in Technology, a Bachelors of Science in Business Administration and Management as well as a Masters in Educational Leadership. Visit her author page at www.wilhelminastolen.com to learn more about the saga.

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Excerpt of Sullivan’s Way:

February 2, 1868 Sullivan Settlement, Virginia

Them Damned Confederates

 Marnie Joe Sullivan, a well-bred woman of Virginian wealth, sat at the head of her father's table. Despite her cool exterior, she felt civility’s firm grip slip and a white-hot anger coil its way up her spine. The beast threatened to burst forth in a rage of unladylike vulgarities of which the gentlemen across from her would undoubtedly recoil and offer a hideous clicking sound of disapproval from their forked tongues! No, that wouldn't do.

"Damn it Marnie! You can't go!" The abrasive voice manifested itself from the older man sitting across from her. He heaved one foot upward and slammed it against the smooth cherry floor of the great room. The dull clap of the heavy boot vibrated against the stone walls of the Sullivan house, "We have to wait for Lucas. He'll be back anytime now." The stub from his missing first finger wiggled uncontrollably as he ran his gnarled fingers over his thinning, silver hair, creating a wild mess. The missing digit was Ike Ritchie's trophy for his victorious fight in the Battle of Buena Vista in '47, "Your Pa was crazy for going to Silver Creek!"

With an unwavering face of authority, Marnie lifted her chin and leveled her gaze. A delicate blush of pink rushed over both cheeks, "My Pa is not crazy! He's grieving." Her small fingers anxiously examined the delicate embroidery of her handkerchief as her eyes burned into Ike with disapproval. The midnight black of her silk dress couldn't quench the green fire that raged in her eyes. Since her mother's death, Marnie had adorned black in every sense of the word, her soul, her spirit, and her will were all shaded black by that day, but not today. Today was a day of action!

An indignant "humph" escaped the edge of her full lips. As if being prompted by the sound, a petite black woman stepped from the hall and stood with folded hands as they waited for their guests to arrive, her slate stare burning relentlessly into Marnie. Yes, yes, I know, Tillie! Ladies always remain calm! As leaders from the settlement below entered the room one by one, Marnie took a deep breath that generated a small look of understanding and approval from the housekeeper.

Marnie's skin itched and burned from the laces of her corset, causing her to shift in her seat. Thanks to Tillie's diligent efforts, she was presentable. It infuriated Marnie to know that over half the morning had been devoted to tying, lacing and buttoning her unmentionables just so she might look presentable to the men in front of her. In the time it had taken Tillie to carefully style her unruly blonde hair into the neatly formed chignon, she could have been half-way to Silver Creek. This is ridiculous! I don't need their help! Will Roark, Louis Porter, and Charlie Wilcox, represented only a handful of families that homesteaded on her father's land. The men had taken council at this house since Marnie had donned pigtails and played with dolls. They weren't use to answering to anyone but her father, “Thank you all for coming on such short notice.”

Will looked confused, “Marnie, I don’t know what we could possibly do to help your Pa.”

Ike eased forward and rested his elbows on the table, “Marnie thought you gentlemen might accompany us into Silver Creek.”

Charlie frowned, “Why would we do that?”

“To help me break Papa from jail.” Marnie said hopefully.

Her statement provoked a laugh from Louis, “You want us to help you stage a jailbreak?” He glanced at the other men, “Is she serious?”

“I don’t find anything funny about it. It is possible.” Their snide smiles added to her frustration, “If we go in after dark, there’ll be only one or two guards.”

“That’s insane!” Louis interjected.

“No, it’s not!” With her fists clinched tightly at her side, she demanded an answer, "How can you sit there and do nothing to save him?" Their silence infuriated her. They weren't taking her father's capture seriously. "Papa's been rotting in that jail for three days and God only knows how long Lucas will be gone!" It had been two days since her adopted brother, Lucas, set out for Richmond to find her Uncle, and Marnie’s confidence in the law and Maxwell Richardson was diminishing, “I haven’t seen my Uncle Max in years. How can we be sure he’ll even help Papa?”

“Maxwell won’t think twice about it.” With a dismissive hand, Ike waved her fears aside, “Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if old Maxwell dynamited the jail himself to free your Pa!”

It was because of her father’s selfish act that she sat like a plucked turkey, stitched and tied for the presentation at hand. Her father, Daniel Sullivan never left anything to coincidence. Why had he allowed himself to get caught by the law in Silver Creek? Haven’t I dealt with enough tragedy? Less than a year ago her mother lay lifeless on the floor as Marnie and her sister were ripped from their home and taken for ransom.

Tight lips controlled Marnie's words. She lifted her chin and fought to steady her breathing. Back straight, shoulders square, you're a Sullivan, baby girl! Her father's voice echoed in her mind and unconsciously her posture straightened. Defiance rushed through her as the authority in her eyes demanded attention from each man.

“We can’t wait! Are you going to help me or not?” Marnie gave the table a single strike with her fist, "Someone answer me! My father gave you a roof over your head, and never asked for anything in return. Without his help, none of you would have anything. If Talon Dougal hangs Papa, nothing will prevent him from taking the mountain and everything around it!"

Louis adjusted his collar, "Marnie, we're all concerned about your father, but he knew not to go. He was safe here. He knew if he went to town he would risk getting caught."

"We could protect him here, but not in Silver Creek. Hell! We could be hanged right along with him!" Will shouted and Charlie nodded.

Ike agreed, “They’re right, Marnie.”

Twenty-five years ago, through dense forests and jagged rocks, her father carved out a life for not only his family, but for the families in the valley below. Now when he needed them, they cowered in fear like children, "So it will be the same as before? He needed you last year and you didn't lift a hand to help him. You all wanted to run and hide." She tapped the table with a finger, discarding the truth for her cause. The people around her father's table were loyal, but fear made her desperate.

"Now wait just a damn minute little girl!" Her accusations brought Ike up out of his seat. In his younger day, he’d been a boxer, broad in the shoulder and narrow at the hip. Legend of the “Fists of Fury” spread through Texas like wildfire. Even now, his withered frame towered above Marnie. When his expression changed, she braced herself, "You seem to forget I was riding right alongside your Pa when them damned Confederates took you girls, and I helped him bury your Ma!" He shifted his weight from one leg to the other in agitation, "So don't you go lecturing me about helping spring your Pa from jail!"

The outburst sent a silence over the men. Ike shook his head, “I'm sorry Marnie. I know you miss your ma, but−" Marnie watched him rub his furrowed face and produce a tender smile, "you girls, feel like you was my own and I don't want to see ya get hurt." He placed a hand on her shoulder, "We'll wait for Lucas." he instructed softly.

Marnie's head shook feverishly, "We can't wait. They could hang him at any time. Lucas might persuade the Governor to intervene in the charges against Papa, but Talon is a coward. He won't wait for a judge or jury." Marnie forced a wave of moving tears as she let out an, "Oh!" and pushed the handkerchief against her nose. She sniffed and dropped her head. Papa’s running out of time!

Ike eased down in a chair beside her, "Look Marnie, we can't just go into the jail and ask for the key. He's a wanted criminal, they'll be guarding him close."

"I won't be moved by tears young lady." Will interrupted Ike's careful words, "I'd give my life for Daniel, but our actions have to be thought through. We wait."

The firmness of Will's words stilled her tears. I knew it! They're not going to help me. Marnie refused to lose the fight. She calmed herself and raised her head, "I'm sorry, you’re right." Her head nodded slightly in agreement and then bent forward with humility, "I know without your loyalty Papa would have been caught a long time ago, and Callie and I would probably be dead." When she met Ike's concerned face, the storm in her green eyes cleared, and a crafty smile eased its way onto her pouty lips, "Forgive me." Her voice was soft, "I'm just scared.  I had to try."

Ike cocked one bushy eyebrow upward and sighed, "Well girl, Lucas will be back from Richmond tomorrow."

A half an hour later Marnie walked the last remaining man to the door. Ike shifted awkwardly and moved towards her. When the others had gone, he called Marnie by her childhood name, "Joe, in nineteen years I ain't never seen you give into a fight. I saw them green eyes clear, and that means one thing. You're up to something!"

 

New Release: The End by Denise Moncrief

Sometimes the end is only the beginning. Almost a year after her husband dies, Ellie Marston opens the file for Tab’s last manuscript, a thriller so compelling it reads like a true story. His manuscript needs an ending, so Ellie writes the obvious conclusion. The same morning she types The End, her career as an assistant district attorney falls apart. Accused of throwing the high profile Patterson case, she resigns in disgrace. The only friend she has left in the criminal justice system is Det. Paul Santiago, a man she has worked closely with on numerous cases. While she was married to Tab, she squashed her growing feelings for Paul, determined to make her deteriorating marriage work, but circumstances after Tab’s death bring Ellie and Paul together.

Ellie’s paranoia increases as she becomes convinced Patterson is harassing her, certain that someone is searching her belongings for any hidden evidence she might have that would reopen his case. It becomes clear there was a conspiracy to release Patterson. She seeks help from her former co-worker, Presley Sinclair, but soon discovers Presley is deeply involved in the subsequent cover up. Worse yet, Tab’s affair with Presley drew him into the twisted conspiracy as well.

Together Paul and Ellie attempt to uncover the conspiracy in the District Attorney’s office, the set up that forced her to resign. The key to the mystery is hidden in the pages of Tab’s manuscript. Once Paul and Ellie come to the correct conclusion—Tab’s manuscript is a true story and Ellie’s added ending is the only logical outcome—Ellie attempts to reveal Patterson’s hidden partner in the District Attorney’s office, but the co-conspirator she uncovers is not whom she suspects. Danger swirls around her as she steps further and further into the conspirator’s trap.

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com Genre: Fiction/Romance/Suspense Release Date: September 5, 2012 Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-69-1 ISBN 10: 1-939217-69-5 Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-70-7  ISBN 10: 1-939217-70-9 Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html

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About the Author:

Book Feature: Crisis of Identity by Denise MoncriefDenise wrote her first story when she was in high school—seventeen hand-written pages on school-ruled paper and an obvious rip-off of the last romance novel she read. She earned a degree in accounting, giving her some nice skills to earn a little money, but her passion has always been writing. She has written numerous short stories and more than a few full-length novels. Her favorite pastimes when she’s not writing are spending time with her family, traveling, reading, and scrapbooking. She lives in Louisiana with her husband, two children, and one very chubby dog.

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Excerpt from The End:

Tab’s Mac wobbled on the edge of the coffee table in front of me as my fingers tapped out the letters of the final sentence of the final scene as if they had a mind of their own. The idea for the ending had come to me in the middle of the night, and I was determined to finish the project before I forgot what I wanted to write. I hit return and then spaced down and typed The End with a flourish. I didn’t know if writers wrote that at the end of a manuscript, but I did it anyway.

I leaned back on the sofa. A smile should have formed, but it didn’t. I was pleased…but exhausted. The urge to finish Tab’s final project had been satisfied. How did he do this? The process had mutilated every one of my emotions.

He had put a lot of himself into his writing. I’d watched him, absorbed for hours on end, struggling to choose just the right word or just the right sentence structure. He’d tried for years to get an agent or a publisher to read one of his manuscripts. After numerous rejections, he’d send them to the virtual trash bin with an angry jab to the delete button. It appeared like a lot of wasted effort to me.

Thinking about Tab kicked me in the gut once again. He had been dead for almost a year, but his memory could still hit me hard when I least expected it. It’s true. You never get over losing someone you love the way I had loved him.

I was awake late one night the previous week watching Castle on a Netflix disk, when I decided it was time to read Tab’s unfinished masterpiece—well at least it would have been a masterpiece in his humble opinion—if he had discussed it with me. He never mentioned the project. I didn’t even know the manuscript existed until after the accident that took his life. If I hadn’t been searching the hard drive of his Mac for something else, I would have never known about it.

Odd. Tab wasn’t a secretive sort of guy. Was he?

So his unfinished manuscript had remained unread on the hard drive of his Mac for months. I’d put the idea of reading his final words aside, but then I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to read what he left behind.

When I opened the file, I expected to read something sentimental and just a little cheesy, something with a made-for-television happy ending. I expected to cry like a baby when I read his final words. Tab was the most dramatic man I’d ever met.

Instead, I became engrossed in a thriller that read so real I wondered if he had written a true story. All the plot needed was a realistic ending.

And the end came to me in the middle of the night.

It was done now. For better or for worse. I reached for my coffee mug and took a sip, then grimaced. The brew had gone stone cold. I rose from the sofa and slogged into the kitchen to refill my cup and stick it in the microwave. As I waited for the ready beep, the view outside my window captured my attention. A bare limb of an oak tree swayed, easily manipulated by the wind. The weather promised another gloomy, rainy day. I pulled my robe closer around me, but the chill of the morning pierced the terry cloth. I shuddered and headed for my bedroom.

My linens lay on my bed, twisted and tangled from tossing and turning. I had no desire to go to work. Finishing Tab’s masterpiece had drained my energy, and when I finally dragged my butt into the office, I would have to confront my boss. Executive Assistant District Attorney Michael Leads would not be happy with my lack of progress on the Baxter case. Into my second year as an assistant district attorney, I was well aware I had missed my calling. My confidence in the criminal justice system had disappeared. My passion for convicting the right offender put me in constant conflict with a process that had morphed over the years into a system designed for speed rather than accuracy.

With no enthusiasm, I dressed for the day. I chose my best black suit because it matched my mood, but beneath it I wore a bright, cherry red blouse. My power outfit. I needed all the chutzpah I could manage to face Leads’ wrath. It was coming at me, like a hurricane hovering off the coast trying to decide which shore was most vulnerable.

After applying a few final touches to my makeup, I zipped a brush through my hair, made a pretense of brushing my teeth, and swished an ounce of mouthwash. I held my hand over my mouth. My breath still smelled of stale coffee. I looked into the mirror and groaned, then swiped at the toothpaste stain on my lapel with a damp rag before heading toward the living room. After a few minutes of panicked searching, I found my only pair of black heels under the sofa.

I was as ready for my confrontation with Leads as I was ever going to get. My briefcase leaned next to the front door where I’d dropped it the night before. I had planned to review some case files before I went to bed, but once I closed my apartment door behind me, nothing could have motivated me to open my briefcase last night.

The ride to the office was probably the longest of my career. Lights flashed through the windows as the train passed through another station. I held tight to a strap above me because all the seats were full, always a marker of how my day would go. I was running late, and there was no hope for me.

My mind drifted. Instead of mentally listing the things I needed to accomplish at work that day, I dwelt on how I should have chosen a different path for my life and what that path would have been. Had everything I suffered to work my way through college and then law school really been for nothing?

 

New Release: On Thin Ice by Bernadette Marie

Malory (Wil) Wilson needed to recover from her divorce. A nice transition from West Coast life back to Aspen Creek, the small Colorado mountain town she grew up in would put things straight. The plan was foolproof until she discovered that the first man to break her heart, retired NHL player Christopher Douglas, also returned to Aspen Creek. Christopher had taken enough hits in his career. He didn’t know his heart would take one when Wil returned to Aspen Creek. Hell bent on winning her over after having broken her heart years earlier, he will risk everything to get her back—including his life.

When the ice rink Malory’s father built faces being shut down the couple find themselves working together to save the business. However, forgiveness and newfound love just might come to a crashing end when Christopher’s archenemy skates into town bent on revenge.

Skating on thin ice, without a guardian angel looking out for Christopher, Malory could lose him forever.

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary Release Date: September 4, 2013 Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-75-2 ISBN 10: 1-939217-75-X Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-76-9 ISBN 10: 1-939217-76-8 Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html

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About the Author:

bernadette marieBernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007—after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children—Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary titles. She also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.

In 2012 Bernadette Marie began to find herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble to name a few. Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events—usually hockey. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An avid reader, she enjoys contemporary romances with humor and happily ever afters.

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Excerpt from On Thin Ice:

Breathing deeply, she lifted her head to watch the hockey player she’d heard when she walked in. She saw him and gasped. He skated down the ice, around the other net, keeping the puck on the edge of his stick and then as he hit the blue line, he smacked the puck into the net. He turned back around, caught the puck with the stick, and then caught her eye.

The crooked grin that erupted on his face made her heart rate kick up. It raced so fast that she wasn’t sure her chest would hold it inside any longer. Fifteen years had passed since they’d last spoken, but not a day had gone by that she hadn’t thought of him.

Malory tried to will her feet to walk closer to the door he skated toward. She found the task hard to do. His hair was long and peeked out of the sides and back of his helmet. His dark eyes sparkled as he neared her.

By the time he’d unlatched the door, she realized she’d walked toward him and now he towered above her only inches away. At six foot three, he was an enormous sight in front of her. The skates added at least three more inches to his height. He wore no pads, but his shoulders were square and muscular under his loose jersey.

“You did come home.” The crooked smile returned to his lips.

All she could do was nod.

“Well, I’ve waited a lot of years to see you in person.” He dropped his stick to the floor and bent down to her. He grabbed the lapel of her coat and pulled her to him, crushing his cold lips against hers.

The assault of his mouth against hers made her head swim. She couldn’t think enough to push away or even enjoy the moment. Shock riddled her entire body and paralyzed her. By the time she gave into the kiss, which wasn’t just a peck, but a full-out possession of her lips, he rocked back and looked down at her, still holding tight to her coat.

“Wil, it’s been a long time.”

Tears almost erupted from her eyes when he called her Wil. She’d never cared for the shortened version of her last name as her nickname, but she’d grown used to it. However, no one had called her that since she’d left Aspen Creek.

Her mother had given her the nickname and her father had never even called her Malory. Neither had Christopher Douglas.

Christopher took a step back and let go of her coat. His dark eyes scanned over her and settled on her face. “You look petrified. Or are you just frozen? California girls don’t do cold.”

Snapping into the moment, she narrowed her eyes on him. “I’m not a California girl, thank you very much.”

“She speaks.” Humor lit his eyes and her anger throttled.

She pursed her lips and drew in a deep breath. Oh, she had a lot to say to Christopher Douglas. She’d been planning and rehearsing it for fifteen years. For now she let it settle into her belly and warm her.

Cover Reveal: Rebekah's Quilt by Sara Barnard

Coming November 2013...

Genre: Romance Release Date: November 14, 2013 Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-83-7   ISBN 10: 1-939217-83-0 Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-84-4     ISBN 10: 1-939217-84-9

Who can Rebekah trust when the line between English and Amish becomes blurred?

An Amish Settlement. An English stranger. The Blizzard of 1888.

Rebekah's mother, Elnora Stoll, is the finest quilter in all of Gasthof Village but it seems Rebekah has inherited none of her skill. It's not until the arrival of a mysterious English stranger that a lifetime of questions are answered and Rebekah, her special friend Joseph Graber, and the entire settlement of Gasthof Village learn the true meaning of what it truly means to be Amish.