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When a new book arrives, it feels like a birth! The author has slaved over each word (at least a dozen times with the edits and writing). They have helped craft an amazing cover and poured over what to include in the blurb to tantalize the reader. This is their baby! And it probably took about as long (if not longer) to create! Inkspell Publishing loves to celebrate this type of milestone with our authors! Because, before today...we have been one of the few people who read through the amazing story! We are like the doctor at the hospital, helping bring the story to life! And we are so excited that you will be able to read this fascinating tale!  Prophecies Suck!Duty and prophecy get in the way of everything. All I ever wanted to do was read my books, play my sports, and help people. Life and prophecy had other things in mind. Helping people is what I do; as an empath and semi-frequent telepath, I can easily sense and understand people's needs and emotions. Sometimes even before they do. Being able to read everyone’s thoughts and feelings all the time can drive me crazy with anxiety, but that moment when I can finally make someone’s life better makes everything worth it. Unfortunately, I’m also the next in line to rule the galaxy, I’m the only diplomat most planets will listen to, assassins try to kill me on an annoyingly regular basis, and a much-vaunted Prophecy has decreed that I’m going to die. Oh, and someone blew up my home planet. Kind of a lot to deal with, right? Too bad I just got another problem: a big, irritating, overbearing bodyguard with serious anger management issues. And I think I’m falling for him. EXCERPT: “Great, Clee,” I said. “Job’s all yours. I’m going to bed.” Kenzi covered a snicker as Synie rolled her eyes. “Princess, you know the Yurilians will only talk to you.” I leaned back in my chair and stretched my neck. “Yeah, yeah.” Kenzi tilted his head at Synie. “Why will they only talk to the princess?” Synie shifted uncomfortably. “King Cepheus was….” She paused, searching for the right word. “A jerk,” Clee supplied unhelpfully. “Clee!” Synie barked. “That’s practically treason.” Clee shrugged. “Yep. But I already told him that to his face. He agreed with me.” Cepheus had a weak spot for Clee, as did we all; her tendency to tell the truth and lighten the mood at the same time was curiously refreshing. And she was right: Cepheus was a terrible diplomat. With another reproachful glare at Clee, who was no longer paying attention, Synie continued, “King Cepheus was less than sympathetic toward their grain dispute with us. Andromeda smoothed things over and managed to talk them down from outright war.” Kenzi’s eyes bugged. “They were going to declare war on us, just for some grain?” “Food is a common reason people go to war,” I said. “Or, rather, lack of it. When people starve, they feel they have nothing left to lose.” Perseus’s words came back to me: people who have nothing to lose, fear nothing. That was true on a global scale as well as a personal one, I supposed. Kenzi’s dark eyes turned to me and he gave me an awed smile. I really hated being an object of awe. I liked doing my job—a lot—and I loved helping people, but at heart, I was an introvert who wanted as little attention as possible. Just my luck, I got the most high-profile job in the galaxy. Grab Your Copy And Start Reading Now  About the Author: A Pacific Northwesterner by birth and disposition, Mara has lived in Washington DC, Oregon, Japan, and most recently the beautiful Pacific Grove, California, before returning to her roots in Seattle. By day she teaches history to unsuspecting teenagers, and by night she writes books and travels to far-flung places. She loves to be with animals, read, play sports, and drink more London Fogs than is likely good for her. Connect with Mara on Facebook: www.facebook.com/maraganbooks Comments are closed.
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