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Come True: A Bomb-Ass Genie Romance

Publication Date: April 27th, 2022

Genre: New Adult/ Paranormal Romance/ Comedy

Publisher: Midnight Tide Publishing

★A jaded girl. A persistent genie. A contest of souls.★

Recent college graduate Dolly Jones has spent the last year stubbornly trying to atone for a mistake that cost her everything. She doesn’t go out, she doesn’t make new friends and she sure as hell doesn’t treat herself to things she hasn’t earned, but when her most recent thrift store purchase proves home to a hot, magical genie determined to draw out her darkest desires in exchange for a taste of her soul, Dolly’s restraint, and patience, will be put to the test.

Newbie genie Velis Reilhander will do anything to beat his older half-brothers in a soul-collecting contest that will determine the next heir to their family estate, even if it means coaxing desire out of the least palatable human he’s ever contracted. As a djinn from a ‘polluted’ bloodline, Velis knows what it’s like to work twice as hard as everyone else, and he won’t let anyone—not even Dolly f*cking Jones—stand in the way of his birthright. He just needs to figure out her heart’s greatest desire before his asshole brothers can get to her first.

COME TRUE: A BOMB-ASS GENIE ROMANCE is the romantic, fantastic second-coming-of-age story of two flawed twenty-somethings from different realms battling their inner demons, and each other, one wish at a time.

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Brindi Quinn is a fangirling fantasy author from Minnesota specializing in world-building and romance. She is an advocate of quirky love and firmly believes that banter makes the heart grow fonder. Her main ingredients for a great read are spice, sparkle, and SWOON.

Since 2011, Brindi has written over a dozen young adult and new adult novels beginning with her debut epic fantasy series, Heart of Farellah. Her works often blur the lines between paranormal romance, science fiction, and fantasy, and her series have been hailed as unique, addictive reads by reviewers. 

Brindi is an IT Project Manager by day and has a bachelor’s in communication-based studies from Southern New Hampshire University. She lives in suburban Minnesota where she likes to bike, indulge in video game lore, and spend time with her life partner, Kent, the world’s cutest pup, Burton, and the fluffle of cantankerous rabbits that hop around her house.

Brindi is published through Never & Ever Publishing and Midnight Tide Publishing.

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Insidious Scars (Scars of Days Forgotten Series Book 5)

Publication Date: May 17th, 2022 🎉

Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance

This is what she’s been training for…

Jyoti has felt like an outcast all her life. Living among Psi with extraordinary power can be isolating and dangerous when you have no power of your own. But in weakness there is strength, a strength Jyoti’s mother has been training her to use to her advantage. When rumors of war begin circulating, Jyoti is offered an opportunity to help protect her people. However, it would mean giving up what she loves most. But when she finds out about a weapon that could cause the destruction of all mankind, she begins to question everything, even her own heart.

What do you do when protecting the greater good means you’ll lose everything you love?

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10 years Earlier

My breath burst from me as I ran up the path and through the trees. Tears blurred my vision, and I tried to blink them away before I fell again. My knees already stung from tripping over a tree branch behind me. I ducked under a low hanging pine tree, not stopping as the needles caught in my hair, yanking strands loose from my braid.

“Come on, Jyoti,” Harmony’s voice called from behind me. “Don’t be like that. We were just kidding around.” 

Sure, they were kidding around and as usual, I was the butt of their jokes. I bit my lip and forced my legs to keep moving until I could see the break in the trees ahead. Just a little further and I would be back at the estate. I needed to get back before they caught up with me, or before they did more than laugh at me and push me around. 

A pathetic scream burst from my lungs as an invisible force threw me forward. I hit the ground face first at the edge of the treeline. Pain shot up my nose and into my forehead as I tried to scramble up, but the heel of a boot pressed down on the middle of my back, forcing me back down in the dirt. My already scraped face rubbed against the rough earth, as soil and the scent of my blood wafted up my nose. 

“Going somewhere?” Harmony’s singsong voice asked from above me. She was the only girl I’d ever met who could sound nice while being so mean. 

“Please,” I tried. Tears streamed down my cheeks and mingled with the blood running from my nose.

“Please!” A girl named Bella mocked me. “She’s pathetic.” 

“Hmmm,” Harmony hummed in agreement. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, her grey eyes narrowing as they met mine. 

“It’s hard to believe someone as cool as Darshan could have such a lame sister.” One of the other girls leaned down, grabbing my braid in her fist. “He’d be able to have more fun with the rest of us if he didn’t have to always babysit you.” My scalp burned as she yanked my head back by my hair. 

My twin brother Darshan was handsome like my father, and all the girls had crushes on him. It’s why they only picked on me when he wasn’t around. Unlike my brother, I was small and still had my baby fat. Not to mention I was pathetically weak. All the other Psi children had been developing powers since they were three. But me? My powers had never come. At first my parents had just thought I was a late bloomer, but the older I got, the more I could feel it. I wasn’t a late bloomer. I was defective. 

“Stop it,” I cried, but my tears and the fact that I was on the ground make my words sound weak and pathetic. As weak and pathetic as I was. I had been such a fool to think that Harmony’s invitation had been out of kindness. I thought that maybe just this once she had actually wanted to include me—to maybe even be friends. But it was all a cruel joke. “Please, just leave me alone.”

“What if we don’t want to?” Harmony leaned down and the girl pulling my hair yanked harder.

“Mummy,” the word escaped my lips in a whimper. They laughed and my face burned in shame. I don’t know why I’d cried for my mum. My dad was more likely to protect or comfort me than she was.

“Are you seriously crying for your mommy?” Bella giggled. “What a baby.”

“If you don’t leave her alone, you’ll be the ones crying for their mommies,” a voice I didn’t recognize said. 

The girl holding my hair let go, but Harmony kept her foot on my back. “Who said that?”

“I’m right here,” the voice said. It was a girl, but I couldn’t tell much else from my spot on the ground.

“Show yourself,” Harmony demanded. 

“Why?” the voice asked.

“It’s cowardly to hide.”

“No more cowardly than picking on someone who isn’t as strong as you,” the voice was suddenly behind Harmony. 

She jerked away from the sound and removed her foot from my back. “We were just playing a game.” Harmony retreated closer to her friends. 

“Well, I love games,” the voice said as I rolled over. “Should we play one now?”

I searched the empty space for an outline of the mystery girl, but I couldn’t see her. She was cloaking herself, and she was very good at it.

Bella gripped Harmony’s sleeve, but Harmony shook her off and sniffed. “I don’t feel like playing anymore. I’m tired of games.”

“And I’m tired of stupid girls who pick on people for fun,” the voice snapped. 

Harmony gasped as someone grabbed her by the front of her blue cashmere sweater and yanked her away from her friends. The other girl’s eyes widened, but they didn’t do or say anything to help her. “Cowards,” Harmony hissed at them, the singsong way she’s spoken while torturing me moments before was gone. With a mild dose of smug satisfaction, I realized she looked scared. I swiped tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand. Good.

“You’re as big of a coward as they are.” The invisible girl shook her. “If I see you bother this girl—no—if I see your face again, I’ll make sure you bleed just like you made her bleed.”

“You can’t say that to me. I live here!”

“Then you better find a place to hide until we leave,” the girl let go of Harmony’s shirt. 

“You can’t—” there was a crack and Harmony’s hand flew to her cheek as deep red blossomed where an invisible hand had slapped her.

“Try me,” the voice growled before shoving the other girl. Hard. Harmony stumbled and fell on her backside. That seemed to be enough to snap her friends out of their scared stupor. They rushed forward to help her, but Harmony shoved their hands away and got up herself. Her eyes met mine, and they narrowed. You’ll pay for this, Jyoti. She hissed into my mind before turning and running off, her friends trailing behind her. 

“Are you okay?” 

I realized the question was directed at me and I looked over to where a girl who looked to be able my age now stood. She was skinny, all elbows and knees, with wild hair and a million freckles. 

I blinked. “What?”

“I asked if you’re okay. You’re bleeding.” She motioned to my nose.

She was right. Blood was pouring from my nose. It dripped down my chin and was soaking into the collar of my shirt. “I’m okay.” I pressed the sleeve of my sweater to my nose and winced. 

“Here,” the girl reached a hand down to me. “I’m Alessia.” She carefully helped me to my feet.

“Alessia?” 

I knew her name. She was the girl my father had said he was going to get from an orphanage. She was going to stay with us. I hadn’t known what to expect, but someone who might be on my side wasn’t it. 

“Are you Jyoti?” Alessia asked. 

I nodded and winced again. Something was very wrong with my nose. Even the slightest movement was making it throb.

Alessia’s brow crunched. “It looks like it’s broken. I broke my nose a couple of years ago. It hurt like hell, but once I got it healed, it was good as new.” She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me towards the path that led to the sprawling country estate we were visiting.

We were just walking up the long gravel path through the garden, towards the back door of the house, when I spotted my mother. She stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, and began shaking her head the moment she saw us coming. 

“What were you thinking?” She asked as we approached her.

I licked my nips nervously, the iron of my blood coating my tongue. “I’m sorry, Mum. I just wanted—”

“Wanted to what?” She asked. “To fit in?” I ducked my head, but she reached out and gripped my chin. It wasn’t a tender touch, but at least she was gentle as she tipped my head back and took in my face. “You’ll never be like them, Jyoti,” her voice was hard as she spoke. “You may as well do yourself a favor and stop trying.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Alessia’s mouth drop. She stepped forward. “She didn’t do anything wrong. Those girls were the ones hurting her.”

“Of course they were,” my mum snapped. “Thank you for finding her, but I think you should go back inside now.”

Alessia glanced at me, opening her mouth like she might argue, and something in my chest swelled with gratitude. But I shook my head and tried to smile behind the blood and swelling in my face. “Thank you for helping me, but I’m fine now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course she’s sure.” My mum sighed. “Please leave us.”

Alessia’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she nodded and didn’t argue as she turned and ran back inside. 

“Oh, Jyoti.” My mum clicked her tongue in distaste as she gripped my arm and pulled me aside to a bench further away from the house. “Sit. I’ll heal you here, so we don’t drip blood on the Councilman’s floors.” 

I sat, feeling the hard iron against my thighs as my legs swung over the edge of the bench. Even at twelve, my legs were too short to touch the ground. She pressed a hand to my nose, and I felt the familiar burn of her power. My nose cracked, and I cried out, fresh tears springing to my eyes as she set it back in place. A few moments later, the pain eased, and the bleeding stopped. My mum didn’t speak as she moved onto my knees and began healing the scrapes on them. She plucked a piece of gravel from one of the deeper cuts and tossed it aside with disgust. 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. 

“Sorry?” she scoffed. “You’re sorry?”

I nodded. 

“Why, Jyoti? Why are you sorry?”

“For going with them—for letting them hurt me.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “For being so useless and weak and an embarrassment to the family.”

My mum’s head snapped up. “Is that what you think you are? An embarrassment?”

I lifted my shoulder in a shrug.

She sighed and leaned back against the bench. “You’re right, Jyoti. You are weak,” she said, her eyes on the surrounding hedges.

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to push back the sting of her words. 

“But,” she turned and looked at me. “You have never been an embarrassment and you’re only as useless as you choose to be. The question is, do you want to be useless?” 

I shook my head. “No, I want to be useful. But I also want to be strong. Not weak.”

My mum smiled, cupping both sides of my face. “Let them think you’re weak, Jyoti. Let them underestimate you. In the end, you’ll shatter them all.”

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Natalie J. Reddy is a Canadian Author who spends her days trying to escape reality by making up stories about the characters in her head.

Natalie realized at an early age that she had a passion for storytelling and that passion followed her into adulthood. There is nothing she loves more than to be pulled into a fictional world whether it’s in her own writing or the writing of others. Natalie is the author of the Scar of Days Forgotten series, a New Adult Urban Fantasy series with characters who have supernatural abilities and dark and sometimes unknown pasts to overcome.

When she’s not writing, Natalie can be found having all sorts of real-life adventures with her husband and daughter or curled up with a good book and a cup of tea.

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Expected Publication Date: May 25th, 2022

Genre: Time Travel/ Time Travel Romance/ Paranormal Romance

Ciarán Donnelly is ready to leave his past behind and concentrate on his new life, but his past may not be finished with him. His dreams have returned with a vengeance, and this time they’re telling him Ruadhán, the long-dead priest who entombed him fifteen hundred years before, is threatening to kidnap his unborn twins. Of course, his dream interpretation leaves a lot to be desired, especially when it comes to those he loves.

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Andrea Matthews is the pseudonym for Inez Foster, a historian and librarian who loves to read and write and search around for her roots, genealogical speaking. She has a BA in History and an MLS in Library Science, and enjoys the research almost as much as she does writing the story. In fact, many of her ideas come to her while doing casual research or digging into her family history. She is the author of the Thunder on the Moor series set on the 16th century Anglo-Scottish Border, and the Cross of Ciaran series, where a fifteen-hundred-year-old Celt finds himself in the twentieth century. Andrea is a member of the Long Island Romance Writers and the Historical Novel Society.

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Before After (The Shadow City Chronicles #1)

Publication Date: July 29th, 2021 (Paperback Edition)

Genre: Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal

He’s been killing for hundreds of years.

But he reckoned without her.

Kirsty has always been alone.

It’s fine. It’s what she’s chosen. People, as a general rule, are more trouble than they’re worth. It’s why God invented batteries.

But when she comes across the man being burned alive on the banks of the Clyde, she can’t just let him die. Without a second thought she batters in to save his life…

And accidentally tears the fabric of time.

Now an ancient serial killer is on the loose and only Kirsty can make him regret he was ever born.

Even if it means killing the only person who ever loved her.

Sometimes she can bloody well see all these magic destiny shenanigans far enough.

The twisty, laugh out loud funny start to a seductive fantasy series. Buffy meets Outlander with a side order of Taggart. If you like fast-paced action, Glasgow humour and women who take no prisoners, you’ll love Before Again.

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Forgotten Scars (Scars of Days Forgotten #1)

Publication Date: March 2021

Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance

Humanity is not alone.

Supernatural beings are hiding among us. The Psi have remained secluded from humans for far too long, and there’s a faction that is conspiring to break the veil and use their powers to take their rightful place among humans – as our rulers and conquerors.

Wren is a college student who didn’t think her life could get much worse. That is until she’s kidnapped by the Psi and questioned about her closest friend. But the Psi offer her something no one else can – the truth about who she is.

But can she trust the Psi? Can she trust her feelings towards her irritatingly charming captor? Or is she just a pawn in a very dangerous game?

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Once the door closed, I flung the blanket off. The room looked like it could be someone’s study or office. I hurried to the windows and yanked open the drapes and the room flooded with sunlight. Daylight! I’d been out for hours!

There were no bars on the windows, but a quick glance outside revealed that I was on the second floor of wherever this was. Climbing or jumping down could be an option. A second story jump wouldn’t kill me, but it would likely hurt like hell. 

I groped around the window frame for a lock or way to open it. I found nothing. Hurrying over to the next set of drapes, I yanked them open and found a set of French doors. Behind the glass, I could see a little balcony, and I reached for the door handle.

“Damn it!” The knob moved, but when I shoved against it, it didn’t budge. I shook my head. “People don’t go to the trouble of kidnapping someone, only to leave them in an unlocked room, you idiot,” I muttered to myself. Nothing was ever that easy.

Something heavy—that’s what I needed. If I couldn’t just walk out, I would break out!

I turned, and for the first time, I noticed the fire cracking in the fireplace along the far wall behind the couch I’d woken upon. On a second glance, the room looked more like an old library than someone’s personal office. The walls had deep mahogany wood paneling and were lined with books from floor to ceiling. There was a large matching desk stationed on the far side of the room. The room was almost the size of my entire apartment and was full of plenty of things that looked nice and heavy.

I pushed my mussed hair out of my eyes and walked over to an end table by the couch and picked up a large, very ugly candelabra. I studied it for a moment taking in the fat bronze cherub with its vacant and creepy looking eyes and grimaced. “Who would buy something this ugly?” I muttered as I moved back to the window. I would need to move quickly once the glass broke. 

I moved swiftly across the room to the French doors, lifted the candelabra and swung—

“There’s a deadbolt at the top,” a voice spoke, stopping me mid-swing.

I shrieked, and whirled around to see a guy had entered the room. He held a tray in his arms, his lips quirked up in an amused half-smile.

“Um—what?” My heart hammered in my chest at the sudden appearance of someone in the room. How had I not heard him?

“Up at the top of the door.” The guy jerked his chin in the direction of the French doors. “There’s a deadbolt you can unlock if you need to get some air that badly. No reason to break perfectly good windows.” He crossed the room and set the tray down on the coffee table. “Not that you’d break them anyway. They’re made of unbreakable glass,” he added as he poured himself a cup of what smelled like coffee.

I watched as he added heaping spoonfuls of sugar and a dash of cream before heading to the couch, where he sat down like everything was totally normal and took a sip of his coffee. But normal people didn’t kidnap people or need unbreakable windows.

“You can put that down.” He motioned to the candelabra still held tightly in my grasp. “You won’t be needing it.”

“You going to let me leave if I do?” I dared to ask.

The amused smile that hadn’t left his mouth since he had first spoken grew. “I can’t let you leave, but I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now.” He lifted the cup to his lips and took another sip of his coffee.

I tightened my grip on the candelabra, the hard bronze managing to give me a small measure of comfort as I said, “I’d feel more comfortable holding onto this then.”

“Fair enough.” He nodded.

“Why bother telling me about the lock on the door if you aren’t going to let me go?” I asked.

“Letting you go outside and letting you leave isn’t the same thing.” He set his cup down and strode towards me.

Every muscle in my body tensed as he stopped a foot away. He wasn’t much older than me, and only a few inches taller, but his confidence made it feel like he was towering over my five foot seven inches. The smile had left his mouth as he studied me. His eyes were a light golden brown that could only be described as honey-colored, and they almost glowed against his light brown skin. His hair was a dark wavy mass that reached his collar.

Good looking didn’t even begin to describe this guy. He was the type of subject I’d normally love to sketch or paint, but given my current position, I wasn’t really in the mood. Although my situation didn’t stop me from noticing his strong nose and narrow jaw, or the way his lashes were long enough for a mascara commercial. I couldn’t help it. I saw potential art in most everything, especially beautiful things. And damn it, he was beautiful.

His mouth quirked to the side as if something amused him, but he didn’t say what. He just continued to look at me.

I straightened to my full height, refusing to shrink away. “Why am I here? Or are you not important enough to tell me either?”

He took a step closer, closing the gap between us and leaned in, his face a measly couple inches from mine. “I’m the reason you’re here.” He didn’t move away, and I glared at him.

“You’re in my personal space.”

“Am I?” He smirked as he flicked the end of my nose.

“Don’t touch me!” I smacked his hand away.

His teeth gleamed as he flashed a cocky grin, “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” The grin didn’t leave his face, but he took a step back and moved behind the desk. “Come sit down, Wren, and we’ll talk.” He sat in the deep brown leather chair.

The use of my name caught my attention. “How do you know my name?”

He nodded to the chair in front of the desk.

“I’m not sitting until you tell me how you know my name.” I stormed toward the desk and slammed the stupid ugly candelabra down in front of him with as much force as I could muster.

The jerk didn’t even flinch.

“I’m the one who arranged for you to be brought here,” he said. “It helps to find out the name of the people you’re kidnapping.”

He had me there.

“Now, sit down, please.” His words were calm but firm as he nodded once more towards the chair and crossed his arms, waiting.

I complied. For now.

He was silent as he shuffled through some files on the desk. A wiser person might have stayed silent and waited for their captors to speak, but I’d never been accused of ever being especially wise.

“Who are you?” I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. “And why am I here?”

He glanced up and folded his hands on top of a manila file. He didn’t speak, he just studied me, his gaze dark and intrusive.

I shifted, clenching my fists so tightly, my nails bit into my palms.

“My name is Darshan, and you’re here because I need something and I’m hoping you can help me.”

“What makes you think I can help you?”

I searched my mind to come up with something, anything that these people might think I could do for them. I had little to offer anyone. I knew that. I wasn’t stupid. But, obviously, he didn’t know that, or maybe I’d been mistaken for someone else?

Darshan leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I know you can help me, Wren.”

“I swear I have nothing of any value to you.”

“It’s not about what you have, but who you know.”

“What are you talking about?” I shook my head. Who could I know that these people would want?

Darshan flipped open the file and pulled out a photo. He slid it towards me. His face was hard without a hint of humor. “We want to know where this woman is.”

I looked at the photo to see… me. So not a case of mistaken identity, but very creepy. It took me a moment to take in the rest of the picture and notice the person next to me. My eyes widened.

“Her name is Maeve.” His voice pulled me from my thoughts. “But I believe you know her as Wendy, and others know her as a murderer.”

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About the Author

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Natalie J. Reddy is a Canadian Author who spends her days trying to escape reality by making up stories about the characters in her head.

Natalie realized at an early age that she had a passion for storytelling and that passion followed her into adulthood. There is nothing she loves more than to be pulled into a fictional world whether it’s in her own writing or the writing of others. Natalie is the author of the Scar of Days Forgotten series, a New Adult Urban Fantasy series with characters who have supernatural abilities and dark and sometimes unknown pasts to overcome.

When she’s not writing, Natalie can be found having all sorts of real-life adventures with her husband and daughter or curled up with a good book and a cup of tea.

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