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Mark Boutros is an award winning writer, and author of fantasies that celebrate broad worlds, hapless characters and freedom of imagination. He also writes short stories and thrillers. Mark lives in London, loves RPSs (the computer game kind) and binge watching Netflix with his wife.
Michaelle Leigh is an American author who enjoys writing during the evening twilight. Living near a bird sanctuary by a lake, she loves the serenity that it provides. Married and mother of two full-grown adults, she finds the support and love that she needs. Her lifelong dream is to write amazing stories that people will enjoy and awaken their love for reading. Not sticking to any particular genre, she likes to test her boundaries in writing.
Danielle McNeil writes paranormal/supernatural stories that involve vampires and werewolves. Her works include The Immortals vampire series and The Bane Colony werewolf series. A graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor in Fine Arts for creative writing and entertainment, she has experience with script writing, comic writing and game writing. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading paranormal romance novels and listening to classic or rock music. McNeil lives in North Carolina with her siblings.
Roxie Harper is an author based in the United Kingdom writing mainly fantasy/magical romance with dashes of insanity. She lives in Wales, at the bottom of a mountain (which may explain quite a bit when reading her characters) with her Labrador (Louie) and way too many books. Her Sh!t Witches World is the first foray into the minefield that is A****n Kindle and will be placed in the kindle unlimited deal for the foreseeable future. Be on the lookout for future publications and make sure to follow Roxie on twitter and a****n so that you are made aware of new releases and can see exactly what else she's up to in the mountains of Wales
Medeia Sharif was born in New York City and received her Master’s Degree in psychology from Florida Atlantic University. After becoming a voracious reader in high school and a relentless writer dabbling in many genres in college, she found her niche writing short stories, articles, and novels for all age groups. She has a special place in her heart for horror genre and loves diverse characters, settings and storylines that are found in scary stories of various media.
Neha Tekwani is an Administrator turned Author. She made her debut with the Anthology, ‘Tales of Heart’ published by Damick Publications and is set to release her independent novel sometime in the future. Her mainstream genres include new adult fiction, realistic fiction, and contemporary romance. A thorough believer of unconditional love, she enlightens her readers with the importance of self-live and self-complacency. She is also a psychology loved, a 24/7 bibliophile who loves the smell of books, and considers Netflix as her first love. Sluggishly motivated, she often thinks her job is to be a hopeless romantic.
M.M. Ward is a post-stroke mother who started scribbling stories as part of her language recovery. She considered herself a hummingbird writer with how fast words pour out and her muse is like that of a hummingbird in a meadow, everywhere at once. Despite being a lover of shifter fiction and sci-fi fantasy fusion, majority of her writing is based on ‘overcome’ fiction, women’s fiction about people, their circumstances and how their choices affect life. Not every story has a happy ending. Her motto in life is: When life knocks us down, we all have a choice: to be Better, or to become Bitter. I choose Better.
Melissa S. Vice is an American author of erotica, fantasy and paranormal romance novels. Vice was born in Duluth, GA a proud Libra in the fall of October. She is the author of Oblivion, the fantasy romance novel and book one of her Tales of Incipion series, and the highly anticipated werewolf novel, Beneath the Blood Moon. An avid reader, she was introduced to her first taste of whimsical love, Wishes by Jude Deveraux, and has expanded her shelves since those tender years of youth and blissful ignorance. Her enjoyment for video games and books inspire unlimited worlds of adventure and everlasting love to rival those that had come before.
Asa Swift is a police officer in Indianapolis and has been in law enforcement for thirty-four years. He is married to his wife Janet and they have three sons. Ready for something new and having a creative side, he took to writing horror, his favorite genre of books and movies. Born in Hartford, Indiana, despite getting a late start in writing, he improves every day. Swift enjoys fishing, firearms, cooking and his grandchildren, and of course, HORROR! As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up.
Portia Ekka is best known for her freestyle writing pop of creative enthusiasm every now and then. She spends most of her time trying to have imaginary conversations with imaginary audiences and calls it her ‘Ted Talk’. With a flair on subjects ranging from Arts and Culture to Handicrafts to Film, she aspires to start her own company in direction. She enjoys chicken wings, procrastinating and laughing maniacally during the most inappropriate times. Ekka will soon debut with her first book, a collection of poems that is sure to touch the hearts of readers.
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