Cover Shot! The Prince of Lies by Anne Lyle

Cover Shot! is a regular feature here at the Café. I love discovering new covers, and when I find them, I like to share. More than anything else, I am consumed with the mystery that each new discovery represents. There is an allure to a beautiful cover. Will the story contained under the pages live up to promise of the gorgeous cover art?

I have loved every cover for Anne Lyle’s Night’s Masque series, and the cover for The Prince of Lies is no exception.  What a bad-ass cover!  I have these on my TBR pile, and I’m hoping that I’ll get to them soon!  In the meantime, I’ll just drool over the covers.

In stores November 2013



Elizabethan spy Mal Catlyn has everything he ever wanted—his twin brother Sandy restored to health, his family estate reclaimed and a son to inherit it—but his work isn’t over yet. The guisers’ leader, Jathekkil, has reincarnated as the young Prince Henry Tudor, giving Mal a chance to eliminate his enemies whilst they are at their weakest.

With Sandy’s help Mal learns to harness his own magic in the fight against the renegade skraylings, but it may be too late to save England. Schemes set in motion decades ago are at last coming to fruition, and the barrier between the dreamlands and the waking world is wearing thin…

Spotlight! See by Jamie Magee!

Jamie Magee dropped by the virtual offices to share an excerpt from her novel, SEE.  Since it’s a long weekend for most of us in the States, it’s the perfect time to discover new authors and books. Please enjoy Jamie’s excerpt!  Purchase links are below.


About the book:

Forgetting who you are, your ambitions, your love is crippling….but remembering – embracing your purpose with a new sense of determination is more than empowering….its life altering.

Charlie Myers is on a life altering path that will cause the damned to humble in silence…

One night…just a few friends how could it go so wrong? That was the question seventeen year old Charlie Myers was asking when she found herself in the ER. Outwardly nothing was wrong with Charlie, she was a vision of perfect heath, internally she was battling a raging headache…one the doctor told her she would overcome shortly, but Charlie knew something else was wrong …very wrong.

Part of her had been stolen….she was missing memories. Those memories were sacred. They held the key to her sanity. They told her that the sinister whispers, the shadows that came to life before her were not as ominous as she felt they were. They held the bond with her late father, a famed musician. They caused her to forget the one talent that allowed her to face the darkness that haunted her every waking hour. They also masked a much deeper bond, the face of the one that had stolen her heart, long before the age of seventeen.

Charlie wanted to stay in NY, figure out what she was missing, why, and who was behind it all, but her mother had other plans. Against her will, Charlie was sent to Salem to live with her sister….within that small town Charlie found her memories….and so much more.

Her story begins now.


SEE Excerpt:

I glanced up and noticed that a new band had begun to play. I turned down the song that was playing in my headphones and listened through my open window. I could hear a nervous anxiety in the lead vocalist, but his audience was forgiving as they screamed and danced to the music. By the time he reached the chorus, his anxieties were gone and he took over the stage he was on. It always made me smile when I witnessed someone take ownership of their talent. They played their set, then three more bands played. I liked what I heard and made a mental note to find their music.

Madison came back to my car all alone. She was literally dancing as she walked – I guess all the caffeine in her system was starting to take effect. I got out and slid on my hood, careful not to let my boots make a mark. Madison crawled up beside me.

“Having fun?” I asked half-heartedly.
“Not yet,” she said, lying against my windshield.
“What were you doing?”
“Looking for backup – it’s kinda exhausting being around you.”
“What are you talking about – you need energy drinks to be around me?” I said in an amused tone.

She didn’t answer me. She sat up and looked at the stage. We both clapped as the band that was playing finished their set and left the stage.

“I think we should go closer for the next band,” she said, sliding down off the hood. “I like this spot,” I said, refusing to move. “Who’s playing anyway?”
“They don’t really have a name – the lead singer’s name is…Draven.”
My eyes grew wide as I looked at her in utter shock – could there be two? Was the Draven I saw today about to sing? My heart started to race, and my ears began to burn. I pulled my hood up and tried to find a calm expression, but it was useless.

“Know the name?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“No – yeah – I saw him earlier, if that’s the same guy. I think my mom knows his dad.”

“Same one. Draven Michaels.”

“Do you remember him from when we were little?” I asked as I tried to find the air to breathe. He wasn’t even on stage, and I couldn’t control myself. Why did he do that to me?

“I don’t think my memory is the one that should be in question,” she answered, looking anxiously at the stage.

I followed her stare. The lights were out, but the screen behind the stage was white and was blinking on and off rapidly. Throughout almost all of the other bands, the crowd had lingered by their cars or were having conversations over the music. They still moved to the music and cheered, making them a good crowd to perform in front of – but to say the least, their attention was divided. As if on cue, everyone in the field and the cars around us moved to the stage. The crowd, including Madison, screamed as the shadowed images of Draven and his band came to the stage. My heart pounded against my chest as I studied his perfect silhouette holding a guitar and adjusting his mic. He was just too perfect. The stage enhanced every part of his tall, lean body.

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