Summer sampler: A Free Sample of Fiction Titles

By Adam Boustead, Jean Gill, Allyson Olivia and 7 more

Cool off this summer with excerpts from some of the best books from BooksGoSocial authors in this FREE eBook!

 

Perfect for those long days on the beach…

 

Wizard Bound By Adam & Christian Boustead: A collection of mythical poems covering everything from Dragons to Unicorns.

In the Name of the Father by Allyson Olivia: Joy brings the baggage of her parents' failed marriage into all of her relationships. Will she choose love or continue to run from it?

Veil of Time by Claire McDougall: A compelling tale of two Scotlands—one modern, one ancient—and the woman who parts the veil between them.

The Mansion's Twins by Rose M. Channing: Magical escapism with an abundance of adventure, The Mansion's Twins marks the start of an exciting YA Fantasy series!

Of Foreign Build by Jackie Parry: After suffering an emotionally-brutal bereavement and against her counsellor’s advice, Jackie ran away. Suddenly within a new culture, with a new husband, and no friends, she was living in the obscure world of cruising with zero knowledge of boats.

How Blue is my Valley by Jean Gill: Discover the real Provence in good company ...

Acid Asset by Martin Vesseur: Buckle up for a race against arsonists, corporate crime, dogs, bullets and a dangerous industrial zone in the middle of a blizzard, softened only by some real team spirit.

Ignoring Gravity by Sandra Danby: The story connects two pairs of sisters separated by a generation of secrets. Finding her mother’s lost diaries, Rose begins to understand why she has always seemed the outsider in her family, why she feels so different from her sister Lily. Then just when she thinks there can’t be any more secrets..

True Calling by Siobhan Davis: Two different worlds. One shared dream. Follow Ariana in this dystopian-sci-fi-romance novel.

The Child on the Terrace by Virginia Winters: From Spain to France to Italy, this is Anne’s most dangerous journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ardua Publishing
• Release date: Jul 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513019635

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Summer sampler: A Free Sample of Fiction Titles

Adam Boustead et al.

Published by Ardua Publishing, 2015.

SUMMER SAMPLER

1st Edition

First Published 2015

Copyright © Ardua Publishing 2015

©Adam & Christian Boustead

© Allyson Olivia

© Claire McDougall

© Rose M. Channing

© Jackie Parry

© Jean Gill

© M. H. Vesseur

© Sandra Danby

© Siobhan Davis

© Virginia Winters

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

WIZARD BOUND By Adam & Christian Boustead

IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER By Allyson Olivia

VEIL OF TIME By Claire McDougall

THE MANSION’S TWINS By Rose M. Channing

OF FOREIGN BUILD By Jackie Parry

HOW BLUE IS MY VALLEY By Jean Gill

ACID ASSET By M. H. Vesseur

IGNORING GRAVITY By Sandra Danby

TRUE CALLING By Siobhan Davis

THE CHILD ON THE TERRACE By Virginia Winters

WIZARD BOUND

Adam & Christian Boustead

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FORWARD

A collection of poems about magical creatures. Some mythical, some fictional, but all beautifully beastly.

ALP.

Germanic vampire.

Brother to Bogeyman and Incubus.

Male nightmare, he is.

Torment of women’s dreams.

Drinks blood, but craves women’s milk.

ANGEL BARDS.

This poem is inspired by and in honour of John Milton.

Angel bards, crystal devils.

Angel bards, crystal dancers.

Immortal fallen, God’s heralds.

Was it really their fault that they fell?

Or were they just willing or, unwilling pawns in a

chess game?

Eternal justice, knowledge and love.

Are angel’s devils or, devils angels?

Mother not Omega question?

Re-invent Satan, tragic underling.

Veils of tears, shed for them.

What are they?

What are we?

Are we really that different from them?

Once light and feather, clothed their form.

Now shadow and flame, are their new cloak.

The serpent spoke.

The lady and her lover, eat death fruit.

Perhaps this was all Gods will?

X marks the spot, upon the spirit.

You are human.

Are you an angel bard?

ARGUS PANOPTES.

He with a million eyes. When he killed Echidna,

the world let out a thousand sighs.

The many eyed, with second sight. The many

eyed, he with shadow sight.

During the day, we only see one of his eyes.

Only at night can we see all the eyes, of the star

Beast.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

They stand side, by side, the beast and his bride.

One is beautiful, the other beastly.

One with hair raven flowing, in night spun locks

to their waist.

The other with cap and mantel of crimson, lust

curling locks.

One with eyes, the colour of dawn. One with

diamond eyes.

Skin as fair and pale, as virgin snow.

Scales like the lizard, in beautiful knight’s

armoured row.

A figure to die for.

So thin, you would think that Death was standing

there.

A sketch of a woman.

I like to eat my women, with plenty of flesh on

them.

Arms crossed below the breast, extending the

mirror of the Ladies Mountains.

Straight as a spear, daring you to touch her and

die.

The body of a Hercules.

Broad shoulders, chest and stomach hard to the

lustful touch.

Huge arms bulging with muscles, opened wide to

bear hug.

Lover’s embrace is death.

Long nails, blood painted.

Long sharp claws, poisoned tainted.

White a simple robe, that clings like smoke.

A loin cloth that exaggerates, rather than

conceals, what all long to see and touch.

Look more closely into their eyes.

ruby lips, with natures paint on them.

The smile is not real.

The door is open, but the windows are shut.

Basilisks gaze, burning you with lust and love.

If you cannot read his face, learn to read what

his cats whiskers and monkeys tail say.

A twitch from these, is worth a million words.

Admit it we all wish we still had a tail.

If we could sleep upside down, we would sleep

like a certain princess.

Large expressive lips, full of hooked fangs and a

long prehensile, forked tongue.

What can he do with that tongue?

The Bards lied, as they are paid to do.

Beauty was the villain of the peace.

It was the beast that melted the ice diamond.

His tears, turned beauty into a beast.

Beast, to me you are the beauty.

CAMELOT A VISION.

Camelot, did it ever exist or, was it just a dream?

What happened to its lofty towers, that reached

for the sky?

Does it lie hidden, beneath England’s fields of

barley and rye?

Is it like Arthur, waiting to arise or, has it too,

tired of the dream?

Camelot, was it ever real or, was it just a dream?

Did the poets lose their heads and dream you

up?

Can I doubt the dreams of Merlin?

After all does it matter whether Camelot’s towers

existed or not? The point is that the dream of

Camelot existed and their vision of a better world

existed and because of that Camelot will live

forever.

CAMPE.

Campe, Queen of Drakaina.

You are woman, above and monster below.

You are beauty, above and beast below.

Campe, Queen of Drakaina.

She who is Centaurine, is woman above the

waist and a dragon below.

Some say you are a monster, but you are still

beautiful to me.

Your skin silk soft, your scales glitter like

diamonds in tartarus’s light.

Campe, Queen of Drakaina.

Guardian of monsters.

Cronus appointed, Zeus slain.

You were the jailer of Cyclops and

Hecatonchires.

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IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER

Allyson Olivia

"Thank you, God, for hearing and answering our prayers. Lord, I praise You for healing my baby. You are worthy, Jesus. You are worthy of all praise and glory. Thank you, Lord.

Hallelujah to Your name, Jesus." Angel prayed out loud as she stood at the altar of the church embracing Lester with one arm clutched tightly at the bo€om of his back, while her other arm held Moses and Joy to her side.

At Sunday morning service a week after Moses’s fall, the pastor asked the Nobles to come forward and share the miracle of Moses’s healing. After Moses testified about his leg, Angel worshipped God with the words she uttered and wept as she thought about His faithfulness to her family. Angel held her family close and prayed silently that nothing would ever separate their bond.

Angel returned to the rhythm of life as a career woman, wife, and mother, but she did not return the same. She got up earlier in the morning and knelt by Lester’s side of the bed and prayed for him and their marriage. Then she walked the narrow hallway to the children’s room and knelt in the middle of the floor and prayed for Joy and Moses. Rising from the floor, she always stopped in Gran’s room last, and Gran was always waiting by her bed with a Bible. There the two read scripture and prayed for their family. Angel couldn’t let go of the supernatural high she experienced and the rush she felt when the doctors could no longer find the mass in Moses’s leg. She replayed the fall, the emergency room visit, and that joyous day when the doctor gave them the good news.

She watched her family get better. They were more passionate about life and concerned for one another’s well-being. Angel was grateful she didn’t have to break up fights between Moses and Joy on a daily basis like the days before the fall.

Angel found herself boisterously singing praises to God and telling everyone she knew how blessed she was to have her family.

Before Moses’s accident, she felt like the tightly woven family was beginning to unravel. It was still one beautiful piece