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Newbury Acres: An Amish Christian Romance Novel by Sarah Price

Once again, author Sarah Price provides a lively and inspirational retelling of a classic romance by Jane Austen. 

In Newbury Acres, a young Amish woman is invited to vacation with her neighbors at the sleepy vacation town of Banthe near Lake Moreland for several weeks. Catherine loves to read Amish romance novels and daydreams of one day living such a romance. 

At Banthe, she makes new friends but quickly learns that some people are not what they seem and occasionally have hidden agendas. To make matters worse, she finds herself daydreaming about Henry Tillman while thwarting the romantic advances from John Troyer. 

Catherine’s naiveté gets her into all sorts of trouble, especially when she continues her vacation with the Tilmans at their large farm in Newbury Acres. 

Will the end of her vacation translate to the end of any possible romance with Henry Tilman? Or will she finally find that storybook ending that she so longed to live?

Newbury Acres is both a satirical parody of Amish romance novels and the story of a young Amish girl’s maturation into womanhood.

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Troll by Ashley C. Harris

At the age of sixteen, Abby is undergoing major household changes. Her mom is getting ready to remarry and her new step-brother is driving her insane. She is just trying to keep herself busy with school and her part-time job when a most deliciously handsome stranger moves to her little seaside town and won’t leave her alone.

New arrival Wilhelm is unlike any other student at Abby’s school. His emerald eyes and tattooed body don’t truly reveal what he really is: a creature emerged from thousands of miles underground, seeking revenge, treasure, and a key that once belonged to an old enemy – a key Abby wears suspended from a chain around her neck. Why she has it is a mystery that Wilhelm will need to solve, and fast, in order to defeat a powerful mortal adversary.

As an attraction between Abby and Wilhelm develops, more creatures like Wilhelm are drawn from beneath the ground to Abby’s town; wreaking havoc as they offer Abby’s classmates the fulfillment of their deepest desires. Will Abby and her new family survive as a game of magical warfare is unleashed? Her ability to reverse Wilhelm’s bargain depends on it.

About the Author

Author and film director Ashley C. Harris resides in Florida. Ashley was first recognized for her edgy writing and unique film work when she wrote and directed the teenage film “Lines”. Lines was the first feature film in the world captured using only Mac Laptops. 

In 2013 she teamed up with Barclay Publicity to release the first in a new young adult novel series, “Shock Me”. Ashley then went on to author eight other titles, in multiple genres, as she also worked behind-the-scenes on a morning news show that aired on ABC. In 2014, four of Ashley’s books landed on the Amazon’s Best Selling Top-Ten-List. In 2015, she received her first publishing deal for “Troll”, a KindleScout novel winner. 

When Ashley is not dreaming up new manuscripts and working on film sets, she loves spending time with her family, obsessing about biblical mysteries, and watching lots of Doctor Who. Keep an eye out for her newest releases!

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Fallen Crest Home – Book 6 by Tijan

Release date: April 17th

An unedited teaser for FALLEN CREST HOME!


I put my phone away as James was crossing the lounge with another man with him. This fucking guy… He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. He was dressed like my dad, custom-tailored suit and a brightly colored tie.

I shook my head. Why the ties? From all the business men I’d met that day, they all had one solid looking tie, but it was the colors. Pink. Hot pink. Soft pink. Purple. Green. Blue. Maybe it shouldn’t bother me, but why? It was like all of them thought they were making a fashion statement, but no that wasn’t it. These guys were rich, like his dad, but no. As James was crossing the front lobby with this guy next to him, it was their arrogance. It was like they were broadcasting their special place in life, at the top with a secretary sucking their dicks and a miserable alcoholic wife at home, where she’d never leave.

That was how it used to be for my dad. Not anymore, but I saw it now.

I hated the arrogant elitist attitude. I’d just forgotten how much since being away at Cain Uni for three years.

“Mason,” his dad said again. He clapped the guy on the back. “This is Stephen Quinn. I don’t know if you remember, but you know his son.”

And it all clicked then. Fucking Adam Quinn. The same dick who tried to take Sam from me when we first began dating.

I scowled. “I know his name. You don’t have to say it.”


That was my dad’s way of reprimanding me. Be good, Mason, or you’ll be kicked off this internship. I tried to mask the scowl, I did. Maybe it was knowing Sam was where I should be, or that something was wrong with her and I couldn’t find out right now, or maybe it was just the reminder that I truly hated this guy’s sniveling son, but whatever it was–I knew the scowl wasn’t leaving.

My dad would have to deal with it.


It’s been years since my mother was in my life.

I healed.

I learned to accept love.

I lived.

That’s all done. She was away, and now she’s back.

I avoided her for a year and a half, but I couldn’t hide anymore.

Mason had an internship in Fallen Crest, so we headed back for the summer.

And when we got there—no one was prepared for what happened.


I had no time to stop and think.

I had to fight.

I had to hurt.

I had to protect.

Feeling someone behind me, I let loose with the bat, a scream erupting from my throat. Someone caught the bat and wrapped an arm around my waist. I tried kicking out. He dodged my feet and said hurriedly in my ear, “Damn, Strattan. It’s me, Channing. Stop!”


He was friendly.


I sagged in his arms, looking for Mason. Where was he? He was circling a guy, still fighting.

I started forward, but Channing caught my arm. “Whoa. Chill.”

I growled as I yanked my hand free and started forward again, but Channing grabbed my arm once more.

He got in front of me, holding his other hand up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look. He’s fine. We’re here. He’s got that. Look. Look, Sam.”

My senses began to calm. The black around my eyesight faded. I could see more normally, and the buzzing in my ears subsided. I gulped for breath, tasting salt and dust in my mouth.

Channing was right. Mason’s eyes were deadly, but alert, his mouth set in a flat line. His shoulders were tense, but he looked in control.

My shower door opened and Mason’s hand touched my hip, sliding across my back as he stepped in behind me. I felt the cool draft for a mere second before his heat warmed me and he closed the door. 

His arms came around me, and I leaned back against him. I moved my head so the water wouldn’t blind me, and there he was.

Strong jaw. Beautiful green eyes. Black hair cut short, and a physique toned to perfection from all his training. Gorgeous.

His eyes darkened as his hands slid around my waist and up over my ribcage. I gasped, but didn’t look away. I couldn’t. Moments like these, Mason felt like my life force. 

If I broke contact, there went my strength. It wasn’t a regular feeling now, not like it had been before when Analise tried to break us. But in this moment, I felt it. I inhaled it, arching my back to give him a better hold on me and my-self an opportunity to savor this connection.

So many had tried to come between us. So many had failed.

It would be Mason and me forever.

I turned around, pressing against him. Every inch of me fit into him, like a glove. All his hard ridges and muscles were home to me.

I wound my arms around his neck. “Morning.”

His eyes darkened even more. “Morning.” One hand fell to my hip. “You ran this morning again.”

A delicious shiver zipped through me. “I’ll still go with you later, if you want.”

His other hand crept up to the back of my neck. He held me there, anchoring my head as he stud-ied me. I saw a slight trace of concern.

“You’re running too much.”

So he had known. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Don’t.” He added a soft plea, “Please.”

I stayed in his arms with the water beating down on us.



I tensed, though I should never tense when I hear Mason’s voice. He was behind me and I felt like I’d been caught. Here I was, wallowing in my own pity party and I wasn’t doing what I should’ve been doing. Confiding in him.

With tears on my face, I looked at him. “I’m not going to run anymore.”

His hand was braced on the doorframe and he straightened. He came forward, his face falling into shadows. “What do you mean?”

His voice was so soft, so loving. I closed my eyes, letting his love wash over me. Sometimes it warmed me in the coldest moments. This was one of those times. I said again, my voice cracking, “I know I run. I know I’ve been running. Not anymore.”

She couldn’t do that to me. She didn’t have the power. I wouldn’t give it to her.

I raised my chin up, finding his eyes in the darkness as he stood so close to me. I could move my arm over and it’d brush against his. He always did this. He wasn’t invading my space. He was allowing me the option. He was there, if I wanted him. I could touch him, if I wanted. I could lean on him, if I wanted.

I did. I leaned towards him, closing the distance. My arm touched him and I closed my eyes. His hand came to the back of my neck and he pulled me into his arms. My forehead went to his chest, and like that, he held me.

That was what I wanted. His hold, his touch, his shelter—I could do anything if his arms were around me.



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Fallen Crest Home is not a standalone! It is the sixth book in the Fallen Crest Series and if you want to find out more about them.

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Despite the Falling Snow by Sarif, Shamim

“Sarif’s thrilling new novel makes me think of the ‘The English Patient’ and ‘The French Lieutenant’s Woman’. Like those books, it has at its core an unforgettable love story. Yet Sarif also understands the human cost exacted by totalitarian systems. And she knows that the worst betrayals are those committed by the ones we love. Her novel is immensely powerful – and deeply moving.” Steve Yarbrough, author of The Oxygen Man.

The enthralling narrative of Shamim Sarif’s powerful second novel moves between present day Boston and 1950s Moscow. After an early career amongst the political elite of Cold War Russia, Alexander Ivanov has built a successful business in the States. For forty years, he has buried the tragic memories surrounding his charismatic late wife, Katya – or so he believes. For into his life come two women – one who will open up the heart he has protected for so long; another who is determined to uncover what really happened to Katya so long ago. The novel’s journey back to the snowbound streets of post-Stalinist Moscow reveals a world of secrets and treachery. Shamim Sarif’s elegant writing delicately evokes the intensity of passionate love and tragic violence.

“A perfectly balanced novel of love and tragedy…brutally shocking. The beauty of the streets of Moscow, the bejewelled architecture of the metro stations, is all a majestic backdrop to a play of mistrust and deception, where friends, even the best of friends, can turn against each other in fear.” Waterstones Magazine.

“This story is, quite literally, breathtaking.” The Good Book Guide.

A film adaptation of the novel was announced in early 2013 at the Cannes Festival.[4] The film[5] starring Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation Swedish actress Rebecca Ferguson, Game of Thrones actor Charles Dance, Oliver Jackson-Cohen, Antje Traue, Sam Reid, Anthony Head, and Danish actor Thure Lindhardt was released in UK on April 15, 2016.

When the preview of Despite The Falling Snow the film appeared on YouTube a song performed by Ella Henderson called “Now You Say You Love Me” featured prominently toward the end. The film was directed by the author of the original book – Shamim Sharif. Hanan Kattan and Lisa Tchengiuz served as the Executive producers. The music was composed by Rachel Portman and the cinematography was by David Johnson.

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The Book of Strange New Things by Michel Faber and also a television adaptation called Oasis due in March 2017.

Amazon Studios released a pilot episode of a television adaptation, Oasis, in March 2017.

It begins with Peter, a devoted man of faith, as he is called to the mission of a lifetime, one that takes him galaxies away from his wife, Bea. 

Peter becomes immersed in the mysteries of an astonishing new environment, overseen by an enigmatic corporation known only as USIC. 

His work introduces him to a seemingly friendly native population struggling with a dangerous illness and hungry for Peter’s teachings—his Bible is their “book of strange new things.” 

But Peter is rattled when Bea’s letters from home become increasingly desperate: typhoons and earthquakes are devastating whole countries, and governments are crumbling. 

Bea’s faith, once the guiding light of their lives, begins to falter.

Suddenly, a separation measured by an otherworldly distance, and defined both by one newly discovered world and another in a state of collapse, is threatened by an ever-widening gulf that is much less quantifiable. 

While Peter is reconciling the needs of his congregation with the desires of his strange employer, Bea is struggling for survival.

Their trials lay bare a profound meditation on faith, love tested beyond endurance, and our responsibility to those closest to us.

The Book of Strange New Things is a 2014 science fiction novel by Dutch-born author Michel Faber. The work was first published in the United States on October 28, 2014 and concerns an English pastor who is sent to the planet of Oasis to teach its reclusive native inhabitants about Christianity. Michel Faber has stated that The Book of Strange New Things may be his last written work.

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Carter Reed by Tijan 

Emma decided to skip the gym and went home early. It was the last easy decision she made because she found her roommate being raped by her boyfriend. She had two choices: Call the cops and be killed by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive. 

There was no choice to her. She killed the bastard first and went to the one person who could protect her: Carter Reed. He’s a weapon for the rivaling mafia family, but he’s also Emma’s secret. Not only was he best friends with her brother, but she’s the reason he became that weapon in the first place.