Author K. A. M'Lady
Fantasy Romance Kissed With Dark SensualityAbout the Author
K.A. M’Lady lives a few stone throws from corn fields, chaos and congestion; all lying on the outskirts of the many burbs of Chicago. She spends her days calculating life expectancies, mortality and the certainty of death and taxes while in her free time the dead wander freely, buy shoes, homes, the occasional odd business or two and, if you even think of charging them too much in taxes…well, let’s just say the tax man may never come back. But if he does
he might just shamble a bit.
Bestselling author and poet, her work has been described as scary, descriptive, beautiful, dark, frightening, prosaic, addictive, sexy and believable.
She loves to read paranormal romances, watch horror movies, westerns on Sundays with her husband, playing fetch with her pocket beagle, Chevy and buying weird shoes.
Her friends call her eccentric, her family refuses to comment.
My name is Rihker Tennai – I am Pixie and I am human. I am half-breed and I am a Changeling. I am a lover, a warrior and thanks to the Prophets, I am becoming so much more.
A war is brewing in the Other World. Battles old and new threaten to spill over into the human world. To the Deneau – the Children of the Forest – I am Justice. For all who walk in the Light I may be their only hope. Yeah, welcome to a day in the life of my Realm. Are you ready for it?
REALM BOOK ONE: TO TELL OF DARKNESS
In Glen Hills, sometimes even the monsters are afraid of the darkness
REALM BOOK TWO: SHADOW SLAVE
Suffering is Darkness’ pleasure and pain its shadow slave
REALM III: ILLUMINATED DEATH
Some darkness glows eternal
There is a darkness to be found in the forest. And a beast that dwells within.
If you listen closely you can hear it - Follow the wolf-song….
Jayden LeFey has always trusted the wrong ones. Drawn to the bad boys, the downtrodden, she has a gift at finding promise in all their lying eyes. But Rionon's difference is savage and a dark beast dwells within him. So why isn't she afraid? Because all her life she's wanted nothing more than to belong - and something in Rionon feels like coming home.
In the beginning God created the Heavens, the Earth…and Angels. No one is certain when the war started – when the Angels went astray. All that is clear is that war erupted in Heaven and the Angels fell from Grace. Today that war continues.
My name is Faith Savage, and I hunt demons. Some say that God has a master plan for all of us – from an Angel’s first breath to mankind’s final death. Somewhere in between
lays the battle for salvation.
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Bonus Story - Faith's Temptation
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Book 1 ~ Glow
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Book 2 ~ Fear No Evil
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Book 3 ~ Transgressions
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Book 4 ~ When Angels Fall
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Book 5 ~ The Ash Collector
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Book 6 ~ Wicked's Kiss
Faith Savage - Demon Huntress - Book 7 ~ Sinner
(An ARe Poetry Bestseller)
Come, walk the night road through your memory of childhood fairy tales, limericks, ghostly apparitions and the lingering breath of classic poetry gone awry. At the Castle, magick and mayhem are a lyrical delight spun with fairy dust. It may at times be dark, dusty and a bit bent, but every word is a glamorous enchantment.
JustAnother Paranormal Halloween – Anthology
Jayda Oslynn knows what death feels like. She knows the solitude in the darkness’ silence. The lonely spaces between life’s last breath and the realm of the undead.
Like the women in her family before her, she’s had a life-long affinity with those that wander in the land between. Some call it black magick or necromancy, but to the Oslynn family it’s always been known as death dealing. And, whether a blessing or a curse, Jayda’s always been able to feel their feelings – their love and suffering, their happiness and sorrows. The truth, when shared through her eyes, always has a way of being felt and seen.
This Halloween, Jayda finds that when dealing with the dead, some memories are better left buried, for the real truth never stays buried and hearts, once broken seldom seem to mend.
JustAnother Paranormal Christmas – Anthology
(An ARe Anthology Bestseller)
Anything is possible with a little magic.
What's a lovely Irish girl to do when one of Shiretown's biggest
mob bosses owes his life to you and everyone else
mob bosses owes his life to you and everyone else
just wants to Get Lucky?
Upcoming Releases Coming Soon to Mojocastle Press
Kin to the Wolf & Brother to Man
Inside, Every Man Holds a Darkness
For the first time in nearly seventy years, wolf song can be heard throughout the great valley of Yellowstone. But as the chill December winds gather, something dark, powerful, and mystical stalks the valley, and Toren Crushing has become its prey.
Renee Faroque is a shaman’s granddaughter—a child of the great Crow Indians. She has learned great knowledge from her dream walks with her ancestors. But has she learned enough to save herself and the beautiful stranger from the ancient evil that abides within?
A Walk in the Black Forest
Can Love Survive the Hands of Fate?
A Knight bred in the blood of battle…
Damon DeGracey is the Dragon of Blackmoor. Darkly mysterious, a cunning tactician of war, and William the Conqueror’s fiercest knight, he is a warrior any King would gladly claim as his champion. In a land awash in bloodshed and treachery, the Dragon must hunt and slay those responsible for the murder of his family while trying to keep the rebels from overthrowing the newly crowned King’s throne.
A sword forged in mystery…
Its ancient etchings and flame red stone draw Anthropologist, Gabriella DeVoux like a moth to a dragon’s fierce blaze. Its secrets she must know…its master’s hand she unwittingly craves. Will history yield to her its secrets or will the Dragon elude her in time’s lost pages?
A love that time cannot destroy…
Now that he’s found her, he will stop at nothing to have her – to keep her. And she will do anything to keep him safe. In these dark times an even darker treachery abounds. Will their love survive the hands of fate?
Bound to You – Vranthian Vampires Book I
A Love So Deep It Binds The Soul
Under the dark skies of Vranthia The Wasting has spread, claiming victims by the thousands. Disease, madness and death shroud this fierce warrior race.
With the recent death of their mother, Queen Srionna Balacjek, and the imminent demise of their grieving father, King Kamet; three brothers must now find their own path. Will The Wasting’s dark madness claim them all as deceit and lies turn brother against brother. Or, is the key to saving their people in the legend of the trion. And will they find it in time?
Draven Balacjek -- warrior, Prince, immortal. Fierce in battle, sure and deadly as a dark storm or the shadows he walks among, he must choose between the ties of brotherhood or the possibility of a life without the parts of his soul he has bound in blood and magic.
The Vranthian’s have taken everything from Ook. Desecrated the Darengy people as a whole. But the visions of a grave-warrior tell no lies and the spirit of the human, along with the fierce strength of his Prince, Draven Balacjek, call to him as nothing before. Can they, together, heal the wounds that time has wrought and free him of his darkness?
For singer, Leah Allen, the choice was never hers to make. But life, like the music her heart clings to, has a way of playing itself out. Will this strange new world and the fierce warriors she meets within it bring her shattered past the healing she has always needed, or will the strangers she finds herself bound to be her heart’s undoing?
K.A.'s Favorite Title
Wow, now this is a tough one to answer. Each of these stories holds a special place in my heart. Rhiker from Realm is just bad-ass. She owns her attitude, fights for those she cares about despite her fears, worries and uncertainties and even has a venerable side amidst all of the growing powers she is helpless to maintain the influx of.
Faith Savage is a compilation of fierce determination, courage and human frailty in an unenviable task to save mankind. She shows strength and raw fortitude even against odds that most of us would cave beneath their emotional weight. It is because of this inner grit that the small light of hope burns inside of her and she keeps going despite the odds.
I try to write stories that the main characters are strong-willed yet completely relatable. They have the same quirks that we have, suffer the same weakness and sometimes, they even seek out desires that some of us would only admit to with our darker selves.
Why Faith Savage stands out above the rest
I think the story that will move people the most, make them question their prior beliefs and their paths would be Faith Savage. I say this because Faith has literally walked in darkness. She has seen the ugly side of man. And yet, despite man’s depravity, despite their own loss of hope and faith in themselves and each other, she has found a way to see the light shine and knows how its presence in the darkness can light up night.
Redemption Has Its Price - Are You Willing To Pay?
Sinner ~ Book 7 - A Faith Savage Demon Huntress Novel
~Available Now at Mojocastle Press ~
(All Proceeds to benefit Big Brothers Big Sisters)
K. A. M'Lady
Rated: The Iron Maiden
Rated: The Iron Maiden
Featured Title for K.A. M'Lady
Faith Savage: Sinner
Blurb for Featured Title
It was written that each soul would have a Guardian. A Warrior of Light to watch over it. Protect it. Be its shield against the darkness, its sword against the fallen. But the days grew dark, man's souls darker still. Many turned away from the Light of God, cast aside His word and His love. And the Guardians rebelled.
Some say that this was his second transgression. What led to his ultimate betrayal. Others say that he too was but a pawn in God's glorious manipulation. A means to an end of man's dark days. One thing is certain, only God knows the truth of his story. Only He knows a soul's true worth and its fate.
My name is Faith Savage. In this game of good and evil, I've met the Guardian that God sent me. His story I am just beginning to learn. His history, I am told, has marked him as damned. But everyone knows Christ died for the sinners. The only question that remains is, could we forgive him if we controlled his fate?
Excerpt for Featured Title
A whip cracked in the warm breeze. The sound sliced the air, tore across my flesh with its reverberation. The sound rippled and hummed through my bones, scraped across my soul and the whole of me trembled from the currents of dark hatred stirring the wind while its foregone conclusion cut through the light and the condemned man's flesh.
Laughter, gales and gales of it, followed the piteous, repressed moan of pain. The merriment continued as if it were a party. Perhaps it was. A party marked for death. Mankind's destruction. Only mankind was too self-absorbed to notice. Too filled with their personal need for depravity to care. One man's duty is another man's sin.
Crimson filled the deep lines of the cobbled stones at my feet. The veins of life and death emptied from one to fill the other. The man's blood glistened in the high, flat sun, and still the crowd that had gathered chortled. The whip cracked again and I caught the gleam of silver at its ends; curved, sharpened, still clinging with flesh.
The leather cords rippled in the air, and my breath seized. I knew what was coming. We all did. Everyone who had gathered to watch the soldier's bedlam knew what was coming next. Everyone bearing witness to this macabre dance of madness zigzagging in the bright, blue sky before the darkness was to follow, knew what was coming.
Or did we?
The whip struck, flesh tore and blood flowed. I felt the tears begin to fall from my eyes. My throat seized. Vomit burned the back of it, against the thickness of my tongue. I wanted to scream, but there was no breath within me. No voice to holler from. Misery had stolen it. Pain had washed it away.
I now knew where I'd been taken. Knew the scene that lay before me. Knew who lay condemned before me. I knew, and my soul mourned.
"Would you die for him?" asked the dark, seething voice like an echo in the night. I turned my head to the left, then the right, searching for its bearer. But the question was not for me.
The whip struck again. "Would you die for him?" the voice growled in anger. Still there was no response, and the whip struck again. "Would you die for him?" it questioned with a snarl.
Again no response. Nothing but the suffering. Nothing but the pain.
Soldiers laughed and blood flowed. It splashed the whip bearer, and he wiped his face. "Where is your God now, Christian?" he laughed, striking the man again.
"Would you die for him?" the dark voice asked again, but the Angel didn't answer and the whip struck again.
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