First they took the world. Then they came for mine.
Aliens invaded eleven years ago and now they’ve taken the last of the family I had left. Prepared to fight my way through Population to save her, I know what I’m up against: Ruthless human scavengers, violent gangs, and rogue aliens that are built for conquering and have a taste for human blood and flesh.
When I come across a dying alien, I loot his corpse, the good little scavenger that I am. I don’t expect him to come back from the dead, hunt me…or save my neck. And when he looks at me, I begin to think that he might be hungry for something else.
He’s my enemy for life and I have every intention of keeping my distance, until he offers me the one thing I can’t turn down.
He offers to help me get her back.
Set in a post-apocalyptic Pacific Northwest, Population is a full-length (97k word), action-packed, alien invasion SciFi romance featuring a strong female lead kicking butt alongside a possessive alien alpha. Population ends on a cliffhanger, but finds its happily ever after in book 2, Saltlands – available right now for #99cents. All other books in the Population series are standalones, though I do recommend reading them in order.
*Readers should note that this is a violent read, and off-screen assault does take place in this book and may be a trigger for some.
For readers of The Help, Orphan Train and Before We Were Yours comes a heartbreaking and inspirational novel about redemption, family secrets and the spirit of survival found at the hardest time.
Montgomery, Alabama, 1955 On a cold December evening, Mattie Banks packs a suitcase and leaves her family home. Sixteen years old and pregnant, she has already made the mistake that will ruin her life and disgrace her widowed mother. Boarding the 2857 bus, she sits with her case on her lap, hoping that the driver will take her away from disaster. Instead, Mattie witnesses an act of bravery by a woman named Rosa Parks that changes everything. But as Mattie strives to turn her life around, the dangers that first led her to run are never far away. Forging a new life in a harsh world at constant risk of exposure, Mattie will need to fight to keep her baby safe.
Atlanta, Georgia, present day Ashlee Turner is going home. Her relationship in ruins, her career held back by prejudice, she is returning to the family who have always been her rock. But Ashlee’s home is not the safe haven she remembers. Her beloved grandmother is dying and is determined to share her story before she leaves…
When Ashlee finds a stack of yellowing letters hidden in her nana’s closet, she can’t help the curiosity that compels her to read, and she uncovers an old secret that could wreak havoc on her already grieving family. As she tries to make sense of what she has learned, Ashlee faces a devastating choice: to protect her loved ones from the revelations, or honor her grandmother’s wishes and follow the path to the truth, no matter where it may lead.
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Kiya Covington is your typical teenager — she deals with family stuff, friend drama, her mom, who is… a challenge. Oh, and she’s a witch. Actually, she comes from a long line of Black witches, but that’s just ordinary life for Kiya.
When tragedy strikes at home, instead of being comforted by her family, she’s sent off to the exclusive Black Isis Witch Academy. From the little information she’s given, it’s the academy where witches from all the best Black witch families go for finishing.
Black Isis sits protected by ancient magic, undisturbed in The Great Dismal Swamp in North Carolina. What happens during her first year at Black Isis is beyond anything Kiya could have imagined. She and the other baby witches will forge bonds and break them as they learn what it means to study their craft under the watchful eye of Headmistress Pendergrass, at Black Isis Witch Academy.
The rhythm flowed, the rattles shook, the spectators clapped their hands and soon we were all feeling the rhythm of the music in our bones and in our souls. The sound was thunderous, climbing to the top of the two-story ceiling, and I moved my hips and shook my shoulders and clapped my hands. My eyes were half-closed and I couldn’t make out anyone’s individual face and I didn’t think or care that they could see me. I’d never wanted to dance like this before. I had danced alone in my room but to regular music. Never something that felt bigger than music like this. This felt like me. That I didn’t need to know the right steps and movements because there were no wrong moves. The music changed, the drum beat got faster and one by one we, the spectators, stepped back and watched. They made a circuit around the room, those without the drumsticks, waving white handkerchiefs to one side, then the other. I felt like there were words being spoken just below the surface. And then the drums and feet fell silent. The dance was complete.
I took a moment to look around the room. Everyone looked as relaxed as I felt. I felt like melted butter, so flowy, that if I slid into a chair, I might just slide bonelessly to the floor. Even though I hadn’t broken a sweat, I felt spent, like after a hard run. The drummers and dancers filed out of the hall. Headmistress Pendergrass took her place in the center of the room once more.
Roz Carter lives in one of the most haunted neighborhoods in Philadelphia. She holds a degree in English with a Creative Writing concentration from the University of Pennsylvania. While she enjoys writing in many genres, she often returns to the sinister.
“Dear Diary, On September 3, 1982, two things happened that I’ll never forget: I acquired an older sister, and I fell in real love. But tell me, what does an eight-year-old know about love?”
For nearly a decade, Hosea Felix and Gomer Williams were inseparable. She loved him from the moment she laid eyes on him.Their friendship was iron-clad until temptation rocked Gomer to her core. Somewhere along the way, she fell for another guy and traded young love for instant pleasure. Not only is Jeri Cole fine—he is a bonafide gangsta, unattainable, and off-limits. Jeri was all Gomer could think about, and the only thing she thought she wanted. Despite her big sister already laying claim to him, not much could stop Gomer from clawing at the possibility of love and diva status. Getting with Jeri felt right…but at what cost?
Gomer never backed down. She is the original bad girl—ratchet, bougie, and insatiable.Feel like you wanna dislike her? Well, get in line.
They Call me Gomer…JC Miller’s sophomore spin-off novel enthralls readers with a deeply woven, emotionally heart-tugging take on the Book of Hosea. By examining rape culture, drug addiction, family secrets, and the vulnerabilities of young Black girls in pursuit of fortune and fame, this contemporary tale gives those in search of a good dra-mance all the feelings!
She will chase after her lovers but not catch them; she will look for them but not find them. Then she will say, “I will go back to my husband as at first, for then I was better off than now. Hosea 2:7
My dream guy drives a midnight blue Lexus GS, pimped out in a full body kit with chrome BBS rims, and a sleek black leather interior. He cruises the streets in a gangsta lean, with tinted windows deliberately rolled down so that everyone can see him with me.
My dream guy is a smooth chocolate brother, a Nubian king, who smells as good as he looks.
From the crown of his S-Curl parted box fade to the sole of his Jordan Steel kicks, his gear is always tight. The gold and diamond-encrusted Jesus piece he wears around his neck cost more than the average yearly salary in the hood. Everyone gives him props. He earns respect, and you dare not cross him. He’ll shoot anyone who gets out of line and not think twice about it.
My dream guy and me, we eat expensive seafood dinners at fancy restaurants. We sit at the VIP tables in the clubs and sip on bottles of Cristal while losers straight-up jock us hard. I can’t blame them though; we do look good together.
At night, my dream guy lays me back in our king size bed, in our leather decorated penthouse apartment overlooking the city, and he makes…my…mind…and body…feel…free.
You ever know a dream guy and wanted him so bad you’d do just about anything to be with him?
I know mine, and his boo ain’t me.
About The Author
JC Miller lives in the scenic Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania with her husband, children, and floppy-eared Bassador pup.
Raised by a single-mother in the Bronx, JC pulls from early experiences to showcase the soul of the ghetto through faith-based novels. She also dedicates much of her time uplifting women via her blog and creating content with partner MR Spain, through their publishing company, Jess, Mo’ Books LLC.
On her days off, you can findJC whipping up her famous Red Velvet Cake and listening to songs from her impressive vinyl record collection.
Congratulations to author Elizabeth Collums on the release of her epic family drama, Passengers! Read on for an excerpt and more book details!
Passengers Publication Date: November 12, 2020 Genre: Historical Fiction A mysterious letter arrives from America to the village of Highland Way, where Annie, the oldest daughter in the Ewing Family was left to care for her mother and younger sister after her father left to find work in Dublin. Soon, Annie, Lily, and Katy find themselves on a harrowing journey. The hand-written note not only will expose deep secrets, it will also challenge the strength and fortitude of the Ewing women, leading each member into their own soul searching voyage. Follow this extraordinary passage that begins in Ireland and leads each woman to uncover their own courage and truths in this new world. Add to Goodreads
“For the first time since they left the farm, Annie was sure she wouldn’t be confused for either a farmer’s daughter or a servant. Mrs. Molly was so remorseful for her ill treatment that she made her three new outfits while they were there and she cried and kissed each of the Ewing girls as they loaded up that morning. Today she had on a pink and white gingham short sleeve top with pearl buttons down the front and a crisp new pink matching long skirt. She had pulled her hair up in a soft bun that she and Mrs. Molly had worked on for days trying to copy her Grandma Lizzie’s hairdo. Her feet had grown enough so that she and Katy could share the several pairs of shoes from Liz.
Ann C. Purvis, chose to publish her first novel under her birth name, Elizabeth Collums; this is her true roots and where she has drawn from many of the experiences she wrote about. She lives in Denham Springs, Louisiana and enjoys DIY projects. She has two daughters, a step daughter, son-in-law, two amazing granddaughters, and her dog Daisy. Rope Swing Publishing Book Blitz Organized By: