Why should I provide my email address?

Start saving money today with our FREE daily newsletter packed with the best FREE and bargain Kindle book deals. We will never share your email address!
Sign Up Now!

“Debbie Macomber writes characters as warm and funny as your best friends.” —Susan Wiggs … and she does it again in Touched by Angels – Today’s Bargain Price: $2.99

Touched by Angels

By Debbie Macomber

… three of her most popular characters: the well-meaning if somewhat dizzy heavenly helpers, Shirley, Goodness, and Mercy. Macomber’s delightful angelic trio alights in New York City, and before they re-enter the Pearly Gates, they need to answer the prayers of a troubled teacher, a lonely young woman, and a wannabe Broadway actress….

Today’s Bargain Price: $2.99

Screen Shot 2013-12-04 at 1.34.54 PM
 
 
 
 

Find This Title and More Premium Bestsellers at The Lowest Prices on BookGorilla!

button_subscribe

★★★★★

Join our thousands of happy subscribers. It’s FREE!

Get Deep Discounts on Premium Bestsellers, Plus Free Books for Your Kindle! – Subscribe now http://www.bookgorilla.com/kcc

BookGorilla-logo-small(1)

Who knew that the stepsisters could be romance heroines? Don’t miss Book II – Cinderella Series!
The Unlikely Heroine by Kae Elle Wheeler – 4.6 stars, just 99 cents!
Here’s Free Sample to Wet Your Appetite

4.6 stars – 10 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:

Pragmatic, hard-edged, Pricilla has no desire to marry and have a herd of squabbling children. She revels in her position as Chalmers Kingdom’s Land Agent. But things turn deadly when she and Prince Charming’s irresistible cousin, Sir Arnald, stumble upon a hoard of villains smuggling goods that could spell disaster for Chalmers.

5-Star Amazon Reviews

“I LOVE these books. Kae Elle Wheeler has done a remarkable job of creating the story behind the story of the fairytale, Cinderella. Who knew the stepsisters could be romance heroines? With creativity and a lot of skill, Wheeler has made a believer out of me. Cute and fun, snappy dialogue and a great romance makes The Unlikely Heroine a MUST read!”

“I love the Cinderella fairytale, and I am so enjoying this series by Kae Elle Wheeler. This one is even better than the first. I love the suspense element to this one. Great story! Can’t wait to read the next.”

And here, in the comfort of your own browser, is your free sample of The Unlikely Heroine – Book II by Kae Elle Wheeler:

Kindle Daily Deals For Thursday, December 12
Featuring Heather Walsh’s Dented Cans

But first, a word from … Today’s Sponsor

Dented Cans

by Heather Walsh

4.0 stars – 84 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Or check out the Audible.com version of Dented Cans
in its Audible Audio Edition, Unabridged!
Here’s the set-up:
A family secret is revealed during an ill-fated–yet hilarious–trip to Disney World.
Sixteen-year-old Hannah Sampson knows her family is not what you would call normal. Her father compulsively buys dented cans and has a particular fondness for cans without labels, which are extremely discounted because their contents are a mystery. Her mother takes countless pictures of her family and then glues them down into the pages of her scrapbooks, but does not allow anyone to look at them. Ryan, Hannah’s mischievous fourteen-year-old brother, is headed straight for the remedial track at the local community college, if he’s lucky. Ben, her eight-year-old brother, is a walking sound effects machine, who prefers to communicate with noises rather than words. While Hannah is focused on escaping her working-class Connecticut suburb, she also finds herself being tugged back home as she worries about her brother Ben.
Hannah’s parents inflict one last family vacation on the Sampson children, a trip that goes comically wrong almost from the get-go. Hannah is forced to confront her family’s past in Disney World, of all places, when an emotional argument prompts her parents to disclose a secret they have been keeping from the children for sixteen years. Ultimately, she must decide whether to leave her hometown and not look back, or to focus on helping her family.

Reviews

“This book is so different than the other genre based fiction I have read in the last few years. Fully deserving of five stars and a recommendation. I will read this one again.” –Ionia, Top 500 Amazon Reviewer
 
“Dented Cans has left me in complete awe. . . If you’re one of those readers, who steer clear of self-published books, this little novel might just change your mind.” –Priya, from Tabla Rasa

*  *  *

Never miss another great sale again – Free and Bargain eBooks & Apps delivered straight to your email everyday! Subscribe now! http://www.bookgorilla.com/kcc

BookGorilla-logo-small

*  *  *

Each day’s Kindle Daily Deal is sponsored by one paid title on Kindle Nation. We encourage you to support our sponsors and thank you for considering them.

and now … Today’s Kindle Daily Deal!

Click on the image below

Screen Shot 2013-12-12 at 6.58.12 AM

82% off, from the author of a NYT 100 Best Books of 2013!
Sex, love, the ’70s & a family that lived to tell the tale:
THE POSITION By Meg Wolitzer

THE POSITION

By Meg Wolitzer, author of THE INTERESTINGS and THE WIFE

Crackling with intelligence and original humor, The Position is a masterful take on sex and the suburban American family at the hilarious height of the sexual revolution and throughout the 30-year hangover that followed. Meg Wolitzer showcases her distinctive voice, pitch-perfect observations, electric wit, and depth of emotion.

Today’s Bargain Price: $1.99

Everyday Price: $11.14
Screen Shot 2013-12-04 at 1.34.54 PM
 
 
 

Find This Title and More Premium Bestsellers at The Lowest Prices on BookGorilla!

button_subscribe

★★★★★

Join our thousands of happy subscribers. It’s FREE!

Get Deep Discounts on Premium Bestsellers, Plus Free Books for Your Kindle! – Subscribe now http://www.bookgorilla.com/kcc

BookGorilla-logo-small(1)

From a contemporary fiction star, 50% off the everyday price on a riveting, heartbreaking, terrifying novel of families in anguish … The Pact By Jodi Picoult

The Pact

By Jodi Picoult

 

The phone calls came at 3:00 A.M. on a November morning, leaving two devastated families stranded in the dark and dense predawn, desperate for answers about an unthinkable act and the children they never really knew….

Today’s Bargain Price: $4.00

Everyday Price: $7.99

 

Screen Shot 2013-12-04 at 1.34.54 PM
 
 
 

Find This Title and More Premium Bestsellers at The Lowest Prices on BookGorilla!

button_subscribe

★★★★★

Join our thousands of happy subscribers. It’s FREE!

Get Deep Discounts on Premium Bestsellers, Plus Free Books for Your Kindle! – Subscribe now http://www.bookgorilla.com/kcc

BookGorilla-logo-small(1)

KND Free Book Alert for December 11!
★★★★★
Ten Bestselling Freebies Plus The Best Kindle Deals & Steals
Today’s Spotlight Freebie: Amy Lamont’s Joyfully Yours

Join our thousands of happy subscribers. It's FREE!

Get Deep Discounts on Premium Bestsellers, Plus Free Books for Your Kindle! – Subscribe now http://www.bookgorilla.com/kcc

button_subscribe

BookGorilla-logo-small(1)

But first, a word from ... Today's Sponsor
In this simply sweet story, Amy and Michael are thrown together in a few situations and they seem very happy to be around one another. Will they be able to steer clear of those who are jealous of the time they are spending together?
Joyfully Yours
by Amy Lamont
4.7 stars - 20 reviews
Supports Us with Commissions Earned
Currently FREE for Amazon Prime Members
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here's the set-up:
A fun and heartwarming holiday romance.

When fate keeps throwing a handsome good Samaritan in her path, musician Faith Leary needs a little holiday magic to help her see he’s perfect for her.

A musician and a priest walk into a grocery store—singer Faith Leary thinks this is a better opening for an off-color joke than a recipe for romance, until she finds herself ogling Father Michael in the checkout line the day before Thanksgiving.

When Father Michael first steps in to bail Faith out of her financial jam, Faith thinks she’s being picked up at the grocery store. Right up until she catches sight of the black shirt and tab collar. Since not much in her life is going her way lately, it doesn’t come as much of a shock when Michael turns up at her mother’s Thanksgiving dinner. What does come as a surprise is the attraction that springs up between them. If only he weren’t a priest, he would be perfect for her.

Faith’s sister finds Father Michael attractive, too, and she’s making no bones about it. Scenes from the Thorn Birds flitting through her head, it comes as a relief to Faith to find out Michael is not exactly what he seems. It’s good news until she realizes her sister is a far better match for him than her screw-up self could ever be. But if that’s true, why does Michael insist on seeing only the good in Faith, no matter how often she falls short of her too perfect sister?
One Reviewer Notes:
This is a beautifully wrapped holiday gift that you should give yourself! Ms Lamont does a wonderful job creating characters that are easy to care about and relate to. She mixes in a little family drama to keep it from being too sweet and the result is a delightful read that will make you smile and get you ready for the upcoming holiday season. But don't limit yourself to reading it this time of year. I think this will be a favorite little treat to bring out whenever I'm in need of a happy ending!
Letha
About the Author
Amy Lamont writes contemporary and New Adult romance about quirky heroines and hunky heroes. Over the years she's had some jobs she loved (working as a program coordinator for a non-profit animal rescue), some jobs she liked (freelance writing), and some jobs she hated (her experience as a waitress has turned her into the excellent tipper she is today). But nothing gives her greater joy than writing romances that pack an emotional punch and come with a guaranteed happily ever after. Amy lives in New England with her husband, twin daughters, and two rescue mutts. She loves chatting with readers. To get in touch, visit her at www.amylamont.com.
UK CUSTOMERS: Click on the title below to download
Joyfully Yours

 *  *  *

 9 MORE FREEBIES – Just For Today!

Prices may change at any moment, so always check the price before you buy! This post is dated Wednesday, December 11, 2013, and the titles mentioned here may remain free only until midnight PST tonight.

Please note: References to prices on this website refer to prices on the main Amazon.com website for US customers. Prices will vary for readers located outside the US, and even for US customers, prices may change at any time. Always check the price on Amazon before making a purchase.

*  *  *

The Grimm Chronicles, Vol. 2

by Ken Brosky, Isabella Fontaine

4.8 stars – 30 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
For 200 years, the hero’s magic pen has been passed on from generation to generation. The newest hero is Alice Goodenough, an 18-year-old junior from Washington High School. While her friends spent their summer working and having fun, Alice found herself doing battle with creatures most human beings don’t even realize exist. A giant snake. A blood-sucking prince. A terrifying half-man, half-hedgehog. Dastardly dwarfs intent on mind-controlling everyone

*  *  *

4.8 stars – 15 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
Beautiful. Bright. And possibly, deadly… This is all Ronnie Lake knows about her potential sister-in-law, Julianna. But she’s determined to find out the truth about her wealthy brother’s new lover before he throws away his happiness, fortune, and quite possibly, his life. Who is this mysterious woman with two lives–and how deep does her deception go?

*  *  *

4.9 stars – 8 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
IT’S THE DAWN OF THE FIFTH AGE AND ANCIENT WISDOM NEEDS A MODERN GIRL. MEET CRYSTAL BLUE. CHILD OF THE STARS. BORN TO ILLUMINATE HUMANITY.

 *  *  *

4.4 stars – 502 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
Hawaii is palm trees, black sand and blue water—but for policewoman Lei Texeira, there’s a dark side to paradise. Lei has overcome a scarred past to make a life for herself as a cop in the sleepy Big Island town of Hilo. On a routine patrol she finds two murdered teenagers—one of whom she’d recently busted. With its echoes of her own past, the murdered girl’s harsh life and tragic death affect Lei deeply. She becomes obsessed—even as the killer is drawn to Lei’s intensity, feeding off her vulnerabilities and toying with her sanity.

 *  *  *

4.3 stars – 62 Reviews
Text-to-Speech: Enabled
Or check out the Audible.com version of Executive Actions (The Executive Series)
in its Audible Audio Edition, Unabridged!
Here’s the set-up:
An assassin’s bullet changes the course of the Presidential election— not by killing Democratic candidate Teddy Lodge, but his wife. Riding a wave of popular sympathy, Lodge surges forward as the man to beat for incumbent President Morgan Taylor. Secret Service Agent Scott Roarke is ordered by President Taylor to investigate the assassination, and unravels a deadly Soviet plot that has incubated for more than 30 years.

 *  *  *

4.3 stars – 151 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
Christmas represents everything Andi Williams is supposed to have, and doesn’t. Running away to a remote mountain lodge in the Canadian Rockies, sounds like the perfect way to escape, until a mix-up finds her sharing a villa with sexy, rough around the edges, Colin Hartford.

 *  *  *

Three Girls and a Baby

by Rachel Schurig

4.3 stars – 375 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
Ginny McKensie’s life is spiraling out of control. Finished with college, she should have been planning her wedding. After all, Ginny and Josh were made for each other—everyone said so. Except the love of her life didn’t agree.

 *  *  * 

4.1 stars – 209 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
It’s been years since their parents were murdered. Twin sisters Shia and Leigh are trying to readjust to life, while caring for their baby sister Remi. With the exception of Leigh s angry, dramatic mood swings every now and then, everything seems to be going great. That is until Demetri; the mysterious stranger enters their midst, and falls right in the path of the newly single Shia.

 *  *  *

A Lonely Dog on Christmas

by Patrick Yearly

3.8 stars – 163 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:
Christmas Day is fast approaching. For Beckham, the family bulldog, it means just another year of being ignored while chaos and mayhem reign throughout the house. In this holiday short story full of laughter and family dysfunction, Beckham narrates an ill-conceived plan to create an unforgettable landmark moment in order to reclaim the spotlight as the center of attention.

 *  *  *

Check out our Free Book Search Tool for a boatload of free books

or check here for the best deals today on Kindle!

100kindlebooksKDDeals

 

bookgorilla99cent

KND Freebies: Intricate thriller RIDDLE OF THE DIAMOND DOVE is featured in today’s Free Kindle Nation Shorts excerpt

There’s a 52% chance that the next Dan Brown will be a woman… or should we just make that 100% now?

Think “Medium meets The Lost Symbol“…

Brand-new from Kindle Nation fave N. S. Wikarski comes the long-awaited fourth book in her fascinating seven-part Arkana archaeology thriller series — with more of the wonderful characters, sly humor, intrigue and mayhem that come together to create the absorbing world of her intricate, fast-paced mysteries.

Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled
Here’s the set-up:

Where do you hide an ancient relic that has the power to change the course of history? As Cassie Forsythe and her Arkana team discover, you scatter clues to its whereabouts across the entire planet. Five artifacts buried among the rubble of lost civilizations point to the hiding place of a mythical object known as the Sage Stone. Thus far psychic Cassie, bodyguard Erik, and librarian Griffin have succeeded in recovering two of those artifacts.

Cassie and Company find their lives threatened at every turn by agents of a religious cult known as the Blessed Nephilim. The cult’s leader, Abraham Metcalf, wants to exploit the power of the Sage Stone to unleash a catastrophic plague on the world. The quest for the next piece of the puzzle has led both sides to Africa. They must comb an entire continent–their only lead a riddle carved onto a mysterious dove sculpture. Even as the Arkana team struggles to decipher the clue, new dangers hover over their colleagues at home.

Metcalf’s child-bride Hannah has taken refuge at the home of the Arkana’s leader Faye while mercenary Leroy Hunt creeps ever nearer to her hiding place. His search for the girl brings him dangerously close to the secret location of the Arkana’s troves–a collection of pre-patriarchal artifacts which confirm an alternative history of the origins of civilization itself. While Hunt closes in on Hannah, Metcalf’s son Daniel dogs the footsteps of the Arkana field team in order to claim the next artifact before they do. Daniel recruits a clever ally along the way who might be more than a match for the opposing side.

When the forces of the Arkana and the Nephilim converge on a ruined city in a forgotten corner of the dark continent, the shocking outcome is beyond even Cassie’s powers to foresee. The quest for the Sage Stone will veer in an unexpected direction once both sides solve the Riddle Of The Diamond Dove.

Praise for earlier books in the Arkana series:
“Secret societies, murder, history, religious zealots, hidden artifacts and mysterious codes all come together to create a world the reader wants to inhabit….”

“Oh boy, what a cliffhanger! I cannot wait for the next book in this series...fascinating characters…”

“Nancy is a fabulous writer and I could not put the book down…”

an excerpt from

Riddle of the Diamond Dove

by N. S. Wikarski

 

Copyright © 2013 by N.S. Wikarski and published here with her permission

Chapter 1—Dirty Deeds

Right Now—Halfway Across The World

The truck came to an abrupt stop in a trackless expanse of nowhere. The driver cut the engine and climbed out of the cab. He surveyed the landscape. It was a moonless night and that was a good thing.  He could scarcely see his hand in front of his face but it didn’t matter much. This terrain was so familiar to him that he didn’t need to. He switched on a flashlight and walked to the back of the truck. Opening the canvas flap, he motioned for the occupants to come out. Two men jumped down, each one carrying a shovel.

The driver walked several yards away from the vehicle. Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure nothing was moving out there in the dark, he pointed his flashlight at the ground. “Here,” he commanded. “Dig here.”

The two others complied. The driver stood motionless, pointing his flashlight at the bottom of an ever-increasing hole in the ground. None of them spoke. The only sound was the relentless scoop and swish as dirt fell into a pile beside the depression in the earth.

“Wait!” the driver hissed. He thought he’d heard a car engine. He flipped his light off—turning his head this way and that to catch the faintest sound in the distance.

His companions leaned on their shovel handles and waited too.

After a few minutes, the driver switched his light back on. “Just the wind,” he muttered.

The others resumed their task. The hole grew bigger—a rectangular shadow even darker than the night sky. When the pit was about five feet deep, one of the workers paused.

“Is this enough?” He peered up at the driver for confirmation.

The man with the flashlight nodded.

Needing no further instruction, the other two crawled out of the trench and walked to the back of the truck. One clambered inside and shoved a heavy wooden crate toward the edge. It was bound with thick strands of knotted rope.

Both men heaved and strained to slide the object off the truck bed. Staggering under the full weight of the box, they carried it to the hole. The driver threw them two more coils of rope which they slipped around the box to carefully lower it into the ground.

“Good,” said the driver with satisfaction. “Close it up. It will be dawn soon. We need to get out of here.”

It took far less time to fill in the hole than it had taken to dig it. The two men pounded down the hill of dirt with their shovels to make it less conspicuous.

“A fair night’s work,” the driver thought to himself as he stepped inside the cab and started the motor. He was an expert at hiding things out here where nobody ever came—objects that weren’t meant to be found. He would wait a while until things cooled down and then he and his friends would return. In the meantime, he doubted anybody in the world would ever think to look here for what they’d just buried.

Chapter 2—A Naming Convention

 

Cassie Forsythe stood back at the edge of the clearing so she could better observe the collection of oddly-dressed people filing up the front steps of the old schoolhouse. The evening air was frosty and steam issued from their mouths as they spoke to one another. It had been a long time since she’d attended an official meeting of the Concordance—the Arkana’s governing council. The late-winter sun was just sinking behind the pine trees that surrounded this little gap in the woods. It all looked so peaceful and harmless. A country schoolhouse in a forest glade—just like a Currier & Ives print. Cassie smiled wryly at the thought of the Vault beneath the school that housed the global records of the secret organization for which she worked. This job had taught her how deceptive appearances could be.

Someone tugged playfully at her coat sleeve. She turned quickly. “Oh, it’s you, Griffin.”

“You needn’t sound so disappointed,” the lanky brown-haired young man teased.

Cassie appraised her companion suspiciously. “What are you so happy about? You’re practically grinning from ear to ear.”

“I’m smiling because this afternoon I had my last check-up with the Vault physician. Though technically I haven’t needed it for the past month, she told me to discard my wheelchair. I’m officially fit for active duty.”

Oh, my goddess, Griffin, that’s great news!” She gave him a swift hug. “Congratulations.”

The Brit smiled and blushed with pleasure. “Now that I’m ambulatory again, we can start planning our next field mission.”

“Yo, what’s up,” a laconic voice joined the conversation.

“Hello, Erik, we were just about to step inside,” Griffin offered. He added pointedly, “You’ll notice I said ‘step’.”

The Security Coordinator sized the Brit up. “Right, I heard you left the land of the lame today.”

“At least he’s left the land of the lame, dude.” Cassie emphasized the word “left.” “That’s your permanent address.”

“My ankle healed up weeks ago,” Erik protested.

“I wasn’t talking about your ankle.”

“You two have begun rather early.” Griffin made an elaborate show of checking his watch. “Less than five minutes and you’re already at one another’s throats.”

“Oh we’ve been at each other’s throats since this afternoon,” Cassie replied, glaring at Erik. “We spent the last four hours at the shooting range. I nailed every target. Every single one and he still won’t let me carry a gun on our next trip.”

“He won’t let me carry a gun either,” Griffin countered.

Cassie gave her colleague a pitying look. “That’s because you couldn’t hit the side of a barn with a pickup truck. You have terrible aim.”

“Point taken,” Griffin admitted.

Erik intervened, turning to Cassie. “I already told you that I’ll let you carry a stun gun, all right?”

“Oh great,” Cassie snorted. “I’d have to be up close and personal with a bad guy before I could do any damage.”

“That’s exactly why I’m not giving you anything with more range than that. Your reaction time is way too fast. If you had a real gun, you’d end up killing one of us from twenty feet off.”

Cassie scowled. “Right this minute, I’m gonna have to agree with you.”

“Take two stun guns. Take a dozen. I don’t care. But no guns that shoot bullets!”

“What are you three plotting now?” A booming female voice rang in Cassie’s ears.

They all turned guiltily as if caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Cassie gave a rueful sigh. “Nothing, Maddie, but it’s amazing how paranoid we all get when you ask that question.”

The Operations Director grinned. “I like to keep you on your toes.”

Griffin rose on tip toe.

Maddie looked at his feet, unimpressed. “Yeah, yeah I got the news. The wheelchair’s been decommissioned. Kudos.”

Cassie turned to the Operations Director and pleaded, “Maddie, help me out here. I’m a great shot but Erik won’t give me a gun for the next leg of our relic hunt.”

The resident Amazon paused to light up a cigarette. She wafted the smoke away from her companions before replying. “Sorry, kiddo, no can do. I don’t let Erik make too many unilateral decisions because that’s how things get blown up or set on fire. But when it comes to arming the three of you, weapons are his call.”

“See, I told you she’d say that.” Erik smirked in triumph.

“Nerts!” Cassie folded her arms truculently.

Griffin looked anxiously toward the foyer of the schoolhouse which was nearly empty by now. “We should go inside before all the seats are gone.”

After taking a few more hasty drags on her cigarette, Maddie crushed it out in the frozen grass.

The four hurriedly climbed the stairs that led to the main hall of the schoolroom which was abuzz with life for a change. Usually the room was quiet and empty—merely a transition space to the elevators in the back vestibule which led to the secret Vault beneath. Tonight all the chandeliers were blazing with light and the stained glass windows shimmered in the glare. The tiered box seats lining the walls were filled with two hundred of the oddest specimens of humanity ever assembled under one roof.

“It’s like a United Nations of fashion victims,” Cassie murmured. As she recalled from her last experience with the assembly, trove-keepers from around the globe tried to incorporate some item of their native costume into their clothing. The results were usually bizarre.

After hanging their coats on racks near the door, the four scurried to the box seats. Cassie dived for the first available space she could find on the bottom tier next to a woman wearing a little black dress and a capelet of parrot feathers. Her headdress looked like a Smurf hat made entirely of red and yellow plumes.

Although Cassie did a double take at the headdress, none of her companions seemed to notice.

“Scoot over,” Erik demanded.

All four were able to squeeze in and settle themselves just as the proceedings commenced.

The low rumble of conversation in the hall died to a whisper when a tiny elderly woman in a gold brocade coat dress and matching pillbox hat made her way to the center of the room.

“Faye always reminds me of visiting royalty when she gets decked out for one of these meetings,” Cassie whispered to Erik.

He nodded in agreement. “Hard to believe her usual outfit is a housedress dusted with cake flour.”

The Memory Guardian of the Arkana came to a halt in front of a huge circular table which was already occupied by thirty oddly-dressed dignitaries. Her own high-backed wooden arm chair remained empty. She preferred to stand to address the gathering. Smiling briefly as her gaze travelled around the room, she said, “My thanks to all of you for coming here on such short notice. Our reason for assembling this evening has only happened a few times before in the long history of the Arkana. I’m glad so many of you could join us for the ceremony.”

“Ceremony?” Cassie repeated. “What’s she talking about?”

Erik shook his head, Griffin looked perplexed and Maddie shrugged her shoulders.

Faye continued speaking. “You’ll recall the last time we all met in grand assembly. It was to debate sending an expedition to recover a legendary artifact—the Sage Stone.”

Whispers of acknowledgement traveled around the hall.

“At least some of you are aware that the team I picked to undertake that mission includes Griffin our Chief Scrivener, Cassie our Pythia, and Erik our Security Coordinator.”

All eyes turned to the trio seated in the bottom row. Those sitting above them leaned forward to get a closer look.

Cassie squirmed in discomfort at the scrutiny. “This had to happen on a bad hair day,” she mumbled under her breath.

Faye’s gaze came to rest on the fourth member of their party. “In addition, our Operations Director Maddie has taken charge of overseeing their activities from home base. She has accepted this duty along with her responsibilities as manager of Global Operations. A heavy load, to be sure.”

“Global Ops is nothing compared to riding herd on you three,” Maddie whispered pointedly to the trio. “I’ve got the gray hairs to prove it.”

They pretended not to hear her and focused intently on the tiny woman standing at the round table.

“The quest to discover the location of the Sage Stone has taken our team from Crete to Turkey to Spain to America. During that time, their lives have been repeatedly endangered by operatives of the Blessed Nephilim. Griffin is even now recovering from a gunshot wound received during their last field mission.” Faye paused for a moment. “Throughout the course of this quest, they have all shown extraordinary bravery. Thanks to their determination, we have now acquired two of the artifacts necessary to reveal the ultimate hiding place of the Sage Stone.”

Spontaneous applause erupted from several corners of the room and soon everyone was giving them a thunderous ovation. Cassie was blushing. Griffin looked dumbstruck and even Erik reddened but the applause didn’t faze Maddie. She smiled and waved in acknowledgment.

Faye waited for silence before proceeding. “The Concordance Circle met in private session a week ago. We debated how best to reward the service each of these individuals has rendered.”

“So this meeting is all about us?” Cassie gasped.

“Shhh!” Erik warned.

“There is a rare past precedent for the action we take tonight.” Faye turned to face the four very surprised individuals sitting in the bottom tier of seats across the room from her. “Would all of you please rise and approach the table?”

They looked uncertainly at one another.

“Oh, what the hell!” Maddie got up and strode forward.

The trio followed her lead until they all stood in a row facing Faye.

Cassie noticed an odd collection of objects resting on the table directly in front of the Memory Guardian. She had no time to consider their meaning.

Faye was speaking again. “Maddie, step forward please.”

The Operations Director towered over her diminutive chief.

The old woman gazed up at her. “In the event an individual renders extraordinary service in your position in the organization, she is accorded the title of Chateleine—castle protector and keeper of the keys.” Faye selected one of the objects on the table. It was an old-fashioned gold-plated key on a gold ring. She handed it to Maddie. “Take this as a symbol of your new title.”

Applause echoed around the room.

For once in her life, Maddie was speechless until she managed to stammer, “Th… th… thank you.” She then rejoined the other three.

Faye’s gaze traveled across the group and came to rest on the Security Coordinator. “Erik, you’re next.”

The blond man cleared his throat, betraying the only sign of nervousness he was likely to show.

When he stood in front of the Memory Guardian, her eyes twinkled mischievously. She addressed her comments to the Concordance as a whole. “Many of you already know Erik’s penchant for distinguishing himself by getting into trouble.”

An appreciative chuckle rose from the crowd. Erik grinned unabashedly, proud of his bad boy reputation.

“Tonight, the Circle honors his virtues. When a Security Coordinator on a field mission has distinguished himself as Erik has done, he is given the title of Paladin—the Pythia’s defender.”

Faye reached toward the table and selected a small silver dagger with a scrollwork handle. She held the object out to Erik. “Receive this symbol of your new title.”

Erik bobbed his head in acknowledgement and took the dagger.

More applause followed.

Apparently the new Paladin wasn’t used to positive attention. He ducked back into line with the others.

“Griffin, if you please,” Faye called next.

The tall Brit looked pale enough to faint but he did as commanded.

Addressing the group as a whole, Faye said, “Young as he is, our Griffin can already claim the remarkable achievement of being appointed Chief Scrivener at the ripe old age of twenty two.”

Knowing laughter once again travelled around the hall.

“There is no higher title than Chief Scrivener for someone in Griffin’s position so we have decided to augment his existing title. Henceforth, Griffin shall be known as ‘The Right Honourable Chief Scrivener’.” Faye reached for a quill pen made of ostrich feather lying on the table. Handing it to him, she said, “Receive this token of your elevated rank.”

Griffin bowed from the waist before accepting the pen. Shyly, he refused to make eye contact with the cheering crowd in the bleachers and darted back among his fellows.

Cassie felt her palms begin to sweat.

Faye’s attention settled on her. “And last, but certainly not least, I call forward our Pythia, Cassie.”

The young woman tucked back the curtain of hair that had swung over the left side of her face.

Faye reached out and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly before releasing it.

“And what can I say about our most recent recruit? Someone who knew nothing of the Arkana before she found herself gifted with telemetric powers like her sister before her. Someone who was forced to master her talents in a few short weeks and use those skills during a perilous field mission. Since that first expedition, she has repeatedly put her own life at risk for the sake of our cause.”

Applause echoed off the walls.

“Again, there is no title higher than ‘Pythia’ for one with Cassie’s abilities, so the Circle has no alternative but to augment Cassie’s rank as well. She will henceforth be known as ‘The Right Honourable Pythia’.” Faye reached for the final object on the table. A small crystal ball resting on a brass pedestal. Handing it to the young woman she added, “Receive this symbol of your rank.”

Cassie looked around the room and saw several people leap to their feet in a standing ovation.

She took the object from Faye, dashing away a few tears before rejoining her colleagues.

Faye raised her hands for quiet. The applause ceased immediately and people sat back down.

“My friends, this is more than a change of title for these worthy individuals. All four of them shall henceforth exercise voting rights within the Circle.”

More applause followed.

“We get to sit at the grown-up table?” Cassie whispered aside to Erik.

“Sounds like it,” he murmured back, stunned.

In the time it took Cassie to blink, four empty chairs had magically appeared at the large circular table. The thirty individuals already seated there smiled as if to invite the four newcomers to join them.

“Go ahead,” Faye urged. “Take your seats.”

They all silently did as requested.

When everyone was settled, Faye spoke again. “And now your first official act as members of the Circle will be to vote to adjourn this meeting and retire upstairs for refreshments. All in favor?”

Four new hands shot up into the air to join the thirty already raised in assent. The motion carried unanimously.

Chapter 3—Cold Case

Leroy Hunt stood in the middle of Daley Plaza in downtown Chicago holding a cup of steaming black coffee. He grimaced at the very thought of swallowing that witches’ brew. Its sole purpose was to keep his hands warm. He stamped his booted feet in a vain attempt to get the blood circulating to his toes. The March wind off the lake was cutting right through his denim jacket. March! Back where he came from it would be spring already. He gazed up humorlessly at the Picasso statue staring down its long nose at him. It looked like a fifty foot cross-eyed horse. At the moment, Leroy wished he had a real horse that he could mount and tell to “giddyup.” Why in the name of creation did old Abe want to meet here? Leroy’s first choice would have been a bar, closely followed by a strip club but he knew that a Bible thumper like Metcalf wouldn’t cotton to those suggestions. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught some movement on the opposite side of the plaza.

A late model limo had parked just long enough to let out its passenger. Leroy waved to the geezer climbing out of the back seat and motioned him toward a bench under a tree. Of course there was no shade since the branches were bare but sitting near the trunk did cut the wind some. Hunt got to the bench first and sat down.

Abraham Metcalf, prophet and Diviner of the Blessed Nephilim, took his sweet time hobbling over. “Good afternoon, Mr. Hunt,” the old man said stiffly.

“Boss.” Leroy tipped his Stetson hat. “Set yourself down and take a load off.” The cowboy marveled at the change that had come over his employer in the three months since they’d met last. Although the old man was in his seventies, he’d always carried his age well. Now it looked as if the years had piled onto him like a pack of coon hounds on a cottontail. His eyes were sunken and the bags underneath them had sprouted little bags of their own. Both his beard and mane of white hair were shaggy. The black overcoat that covered his funeral suit hung on him like a sack.

Leroy tried not to show his reaction to this transformation. “How you doin’, Mr. Metcalf?” he asked jauntily, setting the coffee cup down on the bench between them.

Metcalf shrugged off the question. “I’ve had better years.”

“No doubt, no doubt,” Hunt agreed sententiously. “Must be hard for you with your Missus still missin’ and all.”

Metcalf winced at the reference. “Yes, that’s the reason I wished to speak to you. Have you had any luck finding her yet?”

Leroy thought back to his fruitless search for Metcalf’s fourteen year old runaway bride. The trail had gone cold at an antique shop in the city. Of course, he knew she’d made her getaway with the help of Metcalf’s son Daniel but he couldn’t afford to tell the old man that. Daniel was Leroy’s meal ticket—the one person in the world who could find those blasted gewgaws that Metcalf had such a powerful urge to collect and that Leroy had an equally powerful urge to steal afterward. The last thing Hunt wanted was for the old coot to catch wind of the fact that his own son helped his wife to give him the heave ho. Metcalf would kill the relic hunt and his son, not necessarily in that order.

Shielding Daniel wasn’t Hunt’s only concern. He had to make sure he got to Hannah before any of the Nephilim did. That way she couldn’t get chatty with anybody at the compound about who helped her get away. The mercenary’s face betrayed none of these worries. Instead he replied blandly,” I’m sorry to say, I ain’t had no luck findin’ the little gal yet.  I’m guessin’ your own crew ain’t done much better?”

Metcalf sighed deeply. “The devil has taken her. Mark my words, this was no ordinary disappearance.”

“You don’t say,” Leroy drawled, sporting an expression of innocent surprise. He knew the devil had nothing to do with it—unless the devil had taken to disguising himself as a pasty-faced runt named Daniel.

“She was only a child. The devil led her astray and spirited her beyond our reach. None of the brotherhood can find her. I had hoped that one of the Fallen, such as yourself, might have had a better chance.”

It always rubbed Leroy the wrong way whenever one of the Bible thumpers referred to outsiders as “Fallen” but he couldn’t very well let the old man see his annoyance. Instead he asked, “How much time I got left before your son and me need to hit the road to find that next doodad?”

Metcalf sighed even more deeply than before. “Daniel spends all his days at the library in this city.” He looked around the plaza with distaste. “I don’t like the amount of time he is forced to toil in the land of the Fallen.”

Leroy ignored the “F” word again. “Now you don’t need to worry about Daniel none. He’s true blue.”

Metcalf shot him a grateful look. “Thank you, Mr. Hunt, for that reassurance. I believe he is. He says he’s approaching a breakthrough—that within the month he should know where to search for the next relic.”

“That suits me just fine,” Hunt agreed, picking up the coffee cup to thaw his fingers. “Can’t stand much more of this northern air. Them folks that hid the doodads a couple thousand years back seem to favor your warm and sandy lands. I’ll take a hot desert over this iceberg any day of the week.” He glared at the Picasso as if it was somehow responsible for the misty drizzle that was freezing his face off.

“Since you came back from your last mission, surely you’ve discovered some small scrap of evidence that might lead to my Hannah,” Metcalf persisted bleakly.

Leroy wasn’t about to tell him that he’d spent every day since their return three months ago tailing Daniel. He figured that Miss Hannah might try to make contact with her rescuer again once she was somewhere safe but that idea hadn’t panned out. Hunt was going to have to cast a wider net. “No, sir, nothing so far but there’s a couple of other things I could maybe try.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.” Metcalf’s voice held a glimmer of hope. “She must be approaching her time to deliver my son.”

Hunt recollected that she’d be pretty far along in her pregnancy by now. Inwardly, he was baffled by the old man’s yen for a little gal that was barely old enough to ride a bicycle without training wheels. He wondered if the Nephilim allowed their kids to have bikes at all. Probably not. It might smack of too much fun. He couldn’t see what the old coot was carrying on about anyway. He had three dozen other wives stashed in the cupboards and closets of his creepy compound. So what if one went missing? He returned to the conversation. “You’re sure the baby’s gonna be a boy? Did you have her checked before she ran off?”

The Diviner seemed puzzled by the question. “Of course it’s a boy. What else could it be?”

Deciding not to pursue the question any further, Leroy changed the subject. “I gotta wonder why you picked this spot to meet, sir. I don’t mind drivin’ way out to your place in the sticks.”

“Your presence at the compound has attracted an inordinate amount of attention lately. Every time one of my flock sees you in my office, the gossip and speculation begin all over again.”

“Gotcha, boss. Best I do my work for you out of sight.”

The old man stared at him hard. “Bring her back to me, Mr. Hunt. You’re my last hope.”

Leroy smiled reassuringly. “I mean to do exactly that, sir. Don’t you worry none.” He failed to mention the shape she’d be in when he did bring her back. Dead.

… Continued…

Download the entire book now to continue reading on Kindle!

Riddle of the
Diamond Dove

(Arkana Mysteries #4)
by N. S. Wikarski
Kindle Price: $2.99