Hidden in the Pages is romantic fiction with a paranormal twist. It is a story about learning to live and to love again after great loss and loneliness. It's a story  about fate, true love, happily ever after and a magic journal that can find the  one person who can make those dreams come true. 
  
When his mother unexpectedly died just before Christmas, Jantzen Burke's world fell apart. He lost his father to his grief and the cold grandfather he never knew came to stay. Lonely and afraid, Jantzen looked to his grandfather for some comfort, but instead of sympathy he was given a journal with a magical power; the power to find his perfect match.

A decade later, Jantzen's life is in status quo. His time is spent running the company his father signed over to him, finishing his education and maintaining an empty house. His only companion is the stranger who writes back to him in the journal, the person he's promised his heart to though he's never seen her 
face. 

But one day an accidental meeting changes all he thought life had planned for him. Suddenly comfort wasn't enough. A decision had to be made. Would he break the promise he'd made and take a chance on love or was his fate tied to the words in the journal? 

Look for Hidden in the Pages on Amazon on 11/22 and visit Haig's facebook page for bookmark giveaways and other Hidden in the Pages goodies!

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Featuring gripping Independent authors from around the world, FUSION is the first collection of short works published by Breakwater Harbor Books. Contributing heart-pumping tales of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror and Crime are seven stories that will thrill you, rivet you and some will even make you sleep with the light on. Authors from across a wide variety of genres, Dee Harrison, Ivan Amberlake, Claire C. Riley, Scott J. Toney, Mindy Haig, Cara 
Goldthorpe and C.M.T. Stibbe.









The Sliver of Abilon – A  Mirrorsmith Tale – 'and you thought it was safe to look in the mirror?'  

Diary of the Gone - Without a girlfriend, bullied by the Principal’s son, and haunted by the dead, Callum Blackwell thinks his life can’t get any worse. But he’s wrong.

Life Ever After. Nina's Story: Part one. – When the dead begin to rise, it's time to put your differences aside and run!  

NovaFall – When the Meteor falls, the essences will come, forging flesh and planetary souls as one.

Cybilla. – To claim his Muse, one man must find the gate between the mortal and the immortal worlds.

Capturing Perfection – An artist's tale of love, loss and beauty in Renaissance Milan  

Until The Ninth Hour – Until a man loses his daughter to a serial killer, until he loses his best friend, until he is down on his luck, Darryl Williams must put all thoughts of retaliation out of his mind. 

To get your FREE copy of Fusion follow one of the links below!

Featuringgripping Independent authors from around the world, FUSION is the first collection of short works published by Breakwater Harbor Books. Contributing heart-pumping tales of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror and Crime are seven stories that will thrill you, rivet you and some will even make you sleep with the light on.  Authors from across a wide variety of genres, Dee Harrison, Ivan Amberlake, Claire C. Riley, Scott J. Toney, Mindy Haig, Cara
Goldthorpe and C.M.T. Stibbe.


 
 





The Sliver of Abilon – A Mirrorsmith Tale – 'and you thought it was safe to look in the mirror?'

Diary of the Gone - Without a girlfriend, bullied by the Principal’s son, and haunted by the dead, Callum Blackwell thinks his life can’t get any worse. But he’s wrong.

Life Ever After. Nina's Story: Part one. – When the dead begin to rise, it's time to put your differences aside and run!

NovaFall - When the Meteor falls, the essences will come, forging flesh and planetary souls as one.
 
Cybilla. – To claim his Muse, one man must find the gate between the mortal and the immortal worlds.

Capturing Perfection – An artist's tale of love, loss and beauty in Renaissance Milan
 
Until The Ninth Hour – Until a man loses his daughter to a serial killer, until he loses his best friend, until he is down on his luck, Darryl Williams must put all thoughts of retaliation out of his mind.



An excerpt from Dee Harrison’s The Sliver of Abilon – A Mirrorsmith Tale
   
Junah Venmark, Master Mirrorsmith, exited the wayportal directly into the seaweed stench of Abilon. The foul odour tickled the back of his throat and he gagged on a rise of bile. Mirrorsmith Guild protocol demanded that he preview his destination before he arrived but it could not prepare him for an assault on his other senses. He vomited onto the trackway, just thankful that there was no-one to witness his most pitiful entrance ever. He loathed the smell of mouldy greens – it stirred up too many reminders of his wretched childhood in the back alleys of Varna, largest city on his homeworld of Vargo – but this was kabbige soup intensified tenfold.

When his heaving subsided, Junah sank down onto his rump, trying to ignore the early evening dew which was soaking into his leggings. He pulled a kerchief from his belt-purse, to wipe the spittle from his lips, and cursed this ill-favoured world. Sissik, his wail, chittered and scurried around him like a silver-furred cyclone, mewing her distress. Junah winced when she skipped onto his tender stomach, the better to peer into his face with her large, prosimian eyes. He ran a finger down her spine and she slowly relaxed beneath his touch.
    
Junah ill? She sent.

No, I’m fine, Little One he reassured her. He grimaced. The smell caught me out, that’s all.
   
Sissik wrinkled her own nose. Nasty, nasty stink, she concurred.
   
Junah delved into his purse a further time and extracted a couple of lozenges from a packet. A few chews later and he could smell nothing.
   
“Next time I’ll take ‘em before I get here,” he promised out loud. “Not that there’ll be a next time!” 
    
Junah clambered to his feet and peeled the sodden fabric from his buttocks. Sissik took her accustomed place on his shoulders, hiding beneath his long, dark hair and curled around his neck like a fur collar. Wails were native to all the worlds of the Regium, even the undeveloped ones like Abilon. Some wails, the silver-furred ones like Sissik, were prized for their ability to generate the acoustic frequencies that Mirrorsmiths depended upon. Others, the plumper, browner ones, made good eating. Whenever Sissik irritated him, which was often, Junah threatened to dye her coat russet. Now, however, she was quiescent, understanding that it was time for work. 
   
The wayportal, part of the network of gates that connected all the worlds of the Regium, had opened between a pair of standing stones that dominated the headland to the north of Abilon. Junah looked down at the coastal town, which nestled within the arms of a sheltering bay. A slash of fire on the horizon marked where the sun was setting and silhouetted the ugly, squat fortress guarding the harbour mouth. Somewhere among the sleazy alleyways of this provincial rats’ nest below was the inn where his contact waited. It was supposed to be a routine mission according to Teren Lemmick, Guild Master but also his oldest friend. All Junah had to do was locate the sliver of Desecrated Mirror, secure it then return it to the Mirrorsmiths’ Guild on Vargo, where it could be destroyed in relative safety. He had carried out scores of such ‘grabbits’ but this time unease pricked his spine. Mirrorsmiths tended towards the superstitious and worlds like Ysreal, with its triple moons, were considered inauspicious but this went deeper than that. Junah’s senses were trained to detect distorted vibrations and this place was riddled with them – probably due to the presence of the sliver.  Sissik’s tail tightened around his neck so he dampened down his disquiet. Wails were sensitive to heightened emotion. He checked his accoutrements once more then headed for Abilon, thinking it best to get this trip over with as quickly as possible.
   
Despite the lateness of the hour, the streets of Abilon were crowded. Every third house seemed to be selling ale and shabby, ill-visaged townsfolk bumped and barged their way through the densely-packed lanes.  Junah knew roughly where the inn lay but he had previewed it during daylight and it took him a while to reach the waterfront. He spent a few minutes reconnoitering then pulled his hood up and entered the tavern.
   
Not surprisingly most of the patrons were fishermen and the uneven floorboards must have made them feel right at home. Junah jostled his way through the raucous hubbub, towards the booth where he had arranged to meet his accomplice, but an overripe, blousy serving girl intercepted him.

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T - MINUS 10 days until BHB's first Anthology releases and you're chomping at the bit? Here's a taste of Mindy Haig's Fantasy/Romance short, Cybilla! Enjoy and look for Fusion's release August 31st for more!

I:

“Will you be here in the morning?”

“You know I won’t.  I can’t.”

I threw my arm across my eyes, partly to hide the disappointment I knew was visible upon my face, partly to avoid looking at her with the desperation I knew she could
see.  “Are you ever going to tell me or should I pretend this is all still just a dream.”

 “Oren, what you want is not possible.”

“You told me once that it had been done.”

“One time, Oren!” she said, exasperated.  “One time in all the history of man has it been done! Once!  Do you not understand that you ask the impossible?”

“One man completed the task, therefore it is not impossible,” I answered stubbornly.

“You frustrate me so!”

“Who was he?” I asked, rolling to my side to face her.  I was angry, more hurt than angry really, but enough so that I could overlook the beauty, the simple perfection beside me.  I did not gaze into her eyes.  I did not long to kiss her mouth.  I just wanted my answer, because without it, I could never keep her.

“I don’t know who he was,” she whispered as she ran her delicate fingers over the rough stubble on my cheek.  “I don’t even know if he was real or if that is just a romantic tale we tell.”

“Now you’re just saying that,” I said rolling away from her and off my bed. “If you don’t love me, then go and don’t come back, but don’t lie to me.”  I reached for my guitar where it stood beside the window.  I sat on the bed with my back to her and let my fingers play upon the strings.  I knew she could not resist the music, and yet, I didn’t play for her.  I played because it was the only thing that soothed the hurt inside me.

She slid close behind me, rested her chin on my shoulder and pressed her cheek to my face.  It was a long moment that the music filled the space around us before she spoke. “Oren, you know that I love you.  You know that it’s more than that.  You are the only man who has ever loved only me.  I do not know the place or the task, I only know that once you start this quest, once you pledge your intention, I will have to leave you.  And I fear beyond all else that I will never see you again.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because none have ever returned to me.”

I set the guitar down and pulled her to me on my bed.  “How many have tried?”

“Three.”

“What became of them?”

“They died,” she whispered.

“Was Quentin Gallagher one of them?”

She shook her head.  “Quentin couldn’t do it.  He wanted to, he wanted it so badly he vowed his intention.  But he was only a man of words, Oren.  He would never be able to find the gateway.  His
vow meant my departure and he went mad with grief.  He wrote haunting stories about his loss, he made his fortune, but I don’t think that success brought him any joy,” she sighed. “I didn’t love him the way I love you. Leaving him was not...”  
 
“It’s a gateway.”

She sighed.  “You hear only the things you want to hear, Oren.”

“I hear everything you say.  I know the risk.  But I am willing to die for the chance to live a real life with you, and if I can’t have that, if I’m not man enough for the task, I might as well be dead anyway.”

She sighed.  “Do not say the words tonight, Oren.  Give me tonight to hold you in my arms.”

“If you aren’t here when the sun comes through my window, I will shout my intention to all the world.”

“Kiss me goodbye then, My Love.”

“No.  My kiss is a promise that I will bring you back.”

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Craving the rest of this fantastic short work? Fusion: a collection of short stories by Breakwater Harbor Books' authors releases Aug 31st in  Kindle, Nook and paperback formats!

When the Last Son of the Glory of Heaven lost his father's attention to the first man of dirt, he vowed revenge. Paradise was lost.  

Banished from his home and left to wander the mortal world until The Judgment Day, Sammael has lived more lives than he cares to remember.

But  he can't forget.

Haunted by his memories, he is drawn to places of  turmoil, always looking for ways to hasten the day when the Gates of Heaven  opened and his father would allow him to return home.

Sammael's act of  vengeance at the dawn of man destroyed a love that was meant to be and left his  rival broken. What he didn't know was that the strength of that love left him  vulnerable to losing his Glory forever.

In 1996, a chance meeting at an  innocuous fundraiser renewed that ancient rivalry. Two men pursue the same woman  but with vastly different intentions. She must choose between the man who has  the world at his fingertips and one who wears his heart on his sleeve. Can true  love overcome the burning need for revenge?

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We enjoy all genres of books in BHB, from religious to horror, from sci-fi to paranormal.

 

All of our writers this year are getting amazing five star reviews, and since we are so proud over here in our headquarters, we wanted to share some of them with you.

 

Melissa Simonson Hazard Pay - Our very talented horror writer has written a fantastic crime/thriller to show us how far her talents stretch - http://www.amazon.com/Hazard-Pay-ebook/product-reviews/B00CFT5EWS/ref=cm_cr_dp_see_all_summary?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1

 

Scott Toney Eden Legacy - One of our very own BHB founders, with just one of his amazing novels. http://www.amazon.com/Eden-Legacy-ebook/product-reviews/B009H8WZR2/ref=cm_cr_pr_top_recent?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=0&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending

 

Mindy Haig - The Wishing Place - A beautiful story for the young and old alike - http://www.amazon.com/The-Wishing-Place-ebook/product-reviews/B00BNHQ9FE/ref=cm_cr_pr_top_recent?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=0&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending

 

Claire C Riley - Limerence - A dark paranormal romance. If you think that you have read everything there is to read about vampires, then think again. http://www.amazon.com/Limerence-ebook/product-reviews/B00BWUILDU/ref=cm_cr_pr_shwvpnt?ie=UTF8&filterBy=addFiveStar&showViewpoints=1&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending

 

The very talented Ivan Amberlake - with his wonderful book The Beholder - The battle between light and darkness is never a simple one. http://www.amazon.com/The-Beholder-ebook/product-reviews/B00B7TG2DC/ref=cm_cr_pr_top_recent?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=0&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending

 

The wonderful Mike Lee and his ever popular Starfire - http://www.amazon.com/StarFire-Vince-Lombard-ebook/product-reviews/B00A4Q9F60/ref=cm_cr_dp_synop?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=0&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending#RHP8HHVM5CFME

 

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The Messenger - Sammael's Lost Memory

Seventeen years was not enough time for my immortal soul to forget the stench of war.My next life had already  begun but while it was still in it's infancy, again I heard the message my  father plied upon the mortals. Again words of peace and love and brotherhood  reached my bitter ears. 

Again I was compelled to meet the  messenger. 

The year was 1962.  The place was Albany, Georgia. I told  myself I would not be drawn into this mission.  I only
wished to see if this was  my father's hand at work.  What I found was a chance to redeem myself to one I'd  wronged many ages ago; the only soul I'd ever met in more than one lifetime.   And I embraced that chance. That small redemption meant so much that I even  agreed to uphold the messenger. But there is no limit to the cruelty of my existence.  

Now I only wish to forget.

A  glimpse into the novel...

THE MESSENGER


I flew a long way. The trip was a number of nights and I’d expended even the  strength I’d stolen in my rage and grief.  I longed only for the solitude of  this place I came to for shelter between my false lives and the time to forget.
           

I considered remaining a  raven for a while longer, there was far less conscious thought in that form,  there was mainly instinct.  I might have even enjoyed the disruption to my  self-loathing had exhaustion not been a greater priority.  
        
I approached my door  under the dense black cover of a moonless night where I took my loathsome  earthly form and entered, but immediately I knew I was not alone.

“Why are you here?”  I asked  the darkness.
         
“She asked me to  check on you.  She did not think you would want to tell her about it.”
         
“I had hoped she did not see  this time.”  I sighed.
            
Raphael  laughed.  “Evangeline sees all when it comes to you, Brother.  Do you wish to  tell me what happened?”
      
“No.  My  anger is too deep.  I came to rest and to hide again until it is time to take on  my next guise.”
            
“You know my  strength, perhaps I can help you.”
           
“I ask for nothing.”  I told him, turning away.

“I know.  Yet, I would give  what I have freely.” he answered gently, which only inflamed my bitterness.
          
“Do you not see,  Raphael?”  I said angrily, turning on him.  “I would wish more than anything to  destroy the bond between you and our father, make you bitter as I am.  I wish  his ending and the
destruction of all things.  I wish nothing but hate upon all  creation.”  I said venomously.
            
“What happened?”
            
“He destroyed  that which I wished to save.  He took redemption from me with no mercy even as I  tried to help his messenger.  I wish with every ounce of the spirit within me to  annihilate him.”
           
“That is not your  wish, Sammael.  I know you.  You are an Angel, the last son of the Glory of the  Father.  You wish to return to him, to our home.  You wish to return to  Evangeline,” he reprimanded. But then he looked at me appraisingly. “You are  the taker of souls, and yet you do not take them indiscriminately, nor even  consistently.  I should think if you felt nothing but hate you would be much  more devious and perhaps more vicious.  I suspect someone touched you this 
time.  You made a connection,” he said laying his hand upon me. 

I did not answer him.
         
“Sammael, I remember what it  was like.  I am sure my brief experience was far different from all you have  done and seen, but I remember what it was like to care for someone.  Come, tell  me what has befallen you.”  Raphael whispered as his warmth spread though my  overtaxed body and my will to hold on to my pain drained away leaving me exposed  and riddled with guilt.
          
But my  desolate soul spilled its tale.     

 
 
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The Messenger - Sammael's Lost Memory

Seventeen years was not enough time for my immortal soul to forget the stench of war.  My next life had already begun but while it was still in it's infancy, again I heard the message my father plied upon the mortals.  Again words of peace and love and brotherhood reached my bitter ears. 

Again I was compelled to meet the messenger. 

The year was 1962.  The place was Albany, Georgia.  I told myself I would not be drawn into this mission.  I only wished to see if this was my father's hand at work.  What I found was a chance to redeem myself to one I'd wronged many ages ago; the only soul I'd ever met in more than one lifetime.  And I embraced that chance.  That small redemption meant so much that I even agreed to uphold the messenger.  But there is no limit to the cruelty of my existence.  

Now I only wish to forget.

A glimpse into the novel...

THE MESSENGER

 

            I flew a long way. The trip was a number of nights and I’d expended even the strength I’d stolen in my rage and grief.  I longed only for the solitude of this place I came to for shelter between my false lives and the time to forget.

            I considered remaining a raven for a while longer, there was far less conscious thought in that form, there was mainly instinct.  I might have even enjoyed the disruption to my self-loathing had exhaustion not been a greater priority.  

            I approached my door under the dense black cover of a moonless night where I took my loathsome earthly form and entered, but immediately I knew I was not alone.

            “Why are you here?”  I asked the darkness.

            “She asked me to check on you.  She did not think you would want to tell her about it.”

            “I had hoped she did not see this time.”  I sighed.

            Raphael laughed.  “Evangeline sees all when it comes to you, Brother.  Do you wish to tell me what happened?”

            “No.  My anger is too deep.  I came to rest and to hide again until it is time to take on my next guise.”

            “You know my strength, perhaps I can help you.”

            “I ask for nothing.”  I told him, turning away.

             “I know.  Yet, I would give what I have freely.” he answered gently, which only inflamed my bitterness.

             “Do you not see, Raphael?”  I said angrily, turning on him.  “I would wish more than anything to destroy the bond between you and our father, make you bitter as I am.  I wish his ending and the destruction of all things.  I wish nothing but hate upon all creation.”  I said venomously.

              “What happened?”

              “He destroyed that which I wished to save.  He took redemption from me with no mercy even as I tried to help his messenger.  I wish with every ounce of the spirit within me to annihilate him.”

            “That is not your wish, Sammael.  I know you.  You are an Angel, the last son of the Glory of the Father.  You wish to return to him, to our home.  You wish to return to Evangeline,” he reprimanded.  But then he looked at me appraisingly. “You are the taker of souls, and yet you do not take them indiscriminately, nor even consistently.  I should think if you felt nothing but hate you would be much more devious and perhaps more vicious.  I suspect someone touched you this time.  You made a connection,” he said laying his hand upon me. 

            I did not answer him.

           “Sammael, I remember what it was like.  I am sure my brief experience was far different from all you have done and seen, but I remember what it was like to care for someone.  Come, tell me what has befallen you.”  Raphael whispered as his warmth spread though my overtaxed body and my will to hold on to my pain drained away leaving me exposed and riddled with guilt.

            But my desolate soul spilled its tale.

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Hidden in the Pages is an upcoming work by Breakwater Harbor Books author Mindy Haig.

When his mother unexpectedly died just before Christmas, Jantzen Burke's world fell apart. He lost his father to his grief and the cold grandfather he never knew came to stay. Lonely and afraid Jantzen looked to his grandfather for some comfort, but instead of sympathy he was given a journal with a magical power; the power to find his perfect match.

A decade later, Jantzen's life is in status quo. His time is spent running the company his father signed over to him, finishing his education and maintaining an empty house. His only companion is the stranger who writes back to him in the journal, the person he's promised his heart to though he's never seen her face. 

But one day an accidental meeting changes all he thought life had planned for him. Suddenly comfort wasn't enough. A decision had to be made. Would he break the promise he'd made and take a chance on love or was his fate tied to the words in the journal?

Follow the links below to Mindy Haig's debut novel, The Wishing Place, and get in to a great read today!

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The Wishing Place was magical. You went to sleep and you could be there, if it chose to take you. On those lucky nights you could do anything you wanted. You could have anything you could think to ask for. You could even see the future. But what if you had to wait 16 years for the vision to become reality?

Valerie Porter was a lonely little girl. Her world fell apart when Granny passed away and her parents troubled marriage ended in a bitter divorce. Her only solace lay in Granny's fairy tales and the secret Granny had shared with her alone - the secret of the Wishing Place. 

Granny said what The Wishing Place showed was real and would happen. She promised Valerie that there was true love out in the world meant for her. But a promise wasn't much to hold on to when Valerie became an unwelcome stepchild. 

One night, Valerie asked The Wishing Place to show her something special - something  really important. What she got was an eight-year-old boy named Nickolas Rossi  who was everything she could want in a friend. But was he just a dream or could  he fulfill Granny's promise and make happily ever after a reality?

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