Shattered Illusions

Don’t get in the way of me and my sai. At least, not if you’re a vampire. That’s a quick way to end up dead.

My name is Ashryn Barker, and I’m a vampire hunter. One of the best in fact.

I also have a secret. One I can never tell anyone else. When I look someone in the eyes, I can see their deepest secret, the one hidden behind the illusion they show the world.

My name is Ashryn Barker, and I’m here to shatter your illusions.

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I span one of my sai on the tip of my middle finger. Maybe not the best idea, but I know what I’m doing. My training is the best in the world. When I aim for something, I don’t miss. When vampires see me, they tremble at my feet.

I wish.

But they should. I’m one of the best after all. They should be cowering the moment they hear the name Ashryn Barker. Not that they would hear me coming at all.

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating slightly. But I am still one of the best. Though if any vampires actually know my name, then I’m screwed. And not in the fun way. Even if I’d heard that vampires were good in bed. Must be all the biting.

I’m even more screwed if they know about my other gift. Actually, I’m screwed if anyone knows about my gift. Other than exceptional training, and the uncanny ability of keeping the contents of my stomach when I kill something, I’m supposed to be as human as they come. It’s one of the rules of being a hunter. A stupid one if you ask me. Having a couple of shifters about would definitely make life easier.

I’m supposed to be human. Instead, I have the ability to shatter illusions. Sounds grand. But really it’s just kind of annoying. It means I can’t  look anyone in the eyes. At least, not without being able to see past the mask they show the world, and into their soul. Not in a life-flashing vision kind of way. More in a just-knowing-stuff way. Like Geoff, one of the other hunters. I know he likes to chat up women half his age. At least he’s fifty, I guess. Makes it just creepy, rather than inappropriate.

With a flick of my wrist, I throw my sai towards the target that’s handily hanging on the wall. I say handily, almost like I wasn’t the one who put it there. But sometimes, a girl’s got to do what she’s got to do. Including throwing knives at the wall. It helps keep my skills up, so no one bats an eyelash, luckily.

Does nothing to help with stake training though. Yet another thing I find completely ludicrous. It’s like they want to be stereotypical. Nothing says vampire hunter like wearing stake holsters or carrying around holy water. And yes, I have to do that too. Thankfully, they draw the line at garlic. But only cause it stopped working a century or so ago.


Shattered Illusions is a standalone Urban Fantasy with a side of romance, and is available to pre-order on Amazon now!


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The Great Keeper Boxset

Follow the brave and adventurous Reeves family as they fight against external and internal perils beyond imagination – only to meet new, bigger ones in each generation!

When the resourceful Armand Reeves and beautiful Adele decided to overthrow a corrupt government, they didn’t keep in mind that Nature doesn’t like emptiness…
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Hidden: One title, endless possibilities….

Hidden is an amazing multi-author collaboration where each author writes a book in their collective genre, with only one stipulation: The title needs to be HIDDEN.

Featuring over seventy authors and rising, one will be published weekly until there are no more books to come out, although, there is no reason why the project wouldn’t just grow and grow.

You can learn more about all the books in the Hidden Project, including details of future releases on the Hidden Reader website or in the Facebook group.

These are the books that have been released to date:



Taken: Book One in The Rune Witch Mysteries

There’s always a price to pay with magic. The question is, who pays?

I’m Summer Daniels. Friend. Foe. Witch.

It was never going to be a simple day: visiting my childhood home and finding the murderer of a house fairy. Whose master happens to be a heartless goblin… Yet, as it turns out, the goblin is the least of my problems.

A lover endangered. A friend betrayed. A memory taken.

The cards are stacked against me but hell hath no fury like an angry Witch.

I’m Summer Daniels and my life is about to change.

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I was about to take a peek over the edge of the window when a frosty shiver ran through me. The world stopped. Time stopped. Dust hung motionless in the air. The hum of voices stilled. Something was happening. Coming…

A whirlwind gathered at the edge of my consciousness. A rush of unnatural air pushed against me, bringing with it the scent of rust and mildew. Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone, sucking all the air out of my lungs as it disappeared.

Closing my eyes, I counted to ten and prayed that Thomas was okay. I knew too well he’d been attacked. His wards had activated in defence and caused a magical backlash.

A sense of movement came from below as I listened to the faint susurrus of the air around me. “You can do this,” I said and took a final deep breath before peering through the window. My vision blurred from the pain in my stomach. I forced myself to focus and willed my vision to clear.

Then I saw Thomas, motionless on the ground. My stomach began to heave as my mind screamed that this was all my fault. I’d had a bad feeling about this case from the start. We should have been curled up in bed after a night of watching movies and eating pizza.

Instead, Thomas was lying prostrate on the ground, and I felt like a pane of safety glass that had been shattered into a billion shards and was only being held together by the laminated outside.

Memories of how we met surfaced in my mind. The cheesy nightclub, filled with the putrid smell of stale sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke. At sixteen, I was underage, but had been dragged out by a well-meaning, if slightly mischievous, friend. Lisa and I had completed our exams. We were on top of the world, not afraid to talk to anyone, especially not the model-sexy boy who stood next to us at the bar. Thomas Heart lived up to his name and stole mine.

There was a stillness to him. Something that focused my energies and made me feel like it was okay to be me. The soft, steady tone of his voice. The way he woke every morning and went through his martial arts stances and movements. The smile on his face, as he left the shower afterwards.

I’d lost Nana and Mam, and Dad had never been in the picture, but I had Thomas. Thomas was my life.


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Urban Mystics: A Paranormal Fantasy Box Set

When vampires and dark gods rise against humanity, these heroines take up their magic and fight back…

An urban shaman on the hunt for a shadow monster who’s stolen her father’s soul. An apprentice Alchemist on a mission against vampires in Nazi-occupied France. And, a Sin Eater desperate to unravel the secrets of a murder before she’s stuck with the blame and ignites a deadly rift between humans and preternaturals.

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  • Revelations
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Ancient Magic: Book One in the Relic Guardian Series

Relic Guardian. Defender of Mankind. Witch.

Magic is real – but you knew that, right?

I’m Zoe Stark, and the last thing I need after saving London from a possessed African mask is the theft of another magical artefact – one that’s far more deadly.

When Kukulkan’s Skull is found and promptly stolen, it’s up to me to recover this legendary relic before its demonic powers are unleashed upon mankind.

With the Day of the Dead, and the zenith of the skull’s devastating powers fast approaching, I’m out of luck and out of time.

Not knowing who to trust or where to turn for help, it’s up to me to save the world, but first, I have to save myself.

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Our hands were bound so tightly I couldn’t feel my fingers, and our feet too, before we were half hauled, hand dragged outside and tossed into the back of a van like rolled up carpets. The metal floor was cold against my cheek, which stung from the force of the impact. In front of me, Juan’s eyes looked into nothing. He looked defeated, but I hadn’t given up yet. We were plunged into darkness as the doors slammed shut. A moment later, the engine rumbled to life, and the van shook us mercilessly.

“This isn’t over,” I warned him. “Where are they taking us?”

He did not reply.

“Juan. For goodness sake, snap out of it. I know this is hard to take, but if you don’t help me, we’re both dead. Do you want to die?”

That did it. His eyes met mine, a tiny gleam in the almost pitch black. Only the passing street lamps flashed intermittent flashes of orange light through the small window across us.


“Then help me. We still have a mission. Gonzalez is Magicai; he knows all about the power of the Kukulkan Skull, I’m sure. Do you want him to use it? To… to kill many innocent people? Or to raise an army of the living dead?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then explain, where are they taking us, and how do we get out of here?”

He jostled into me as the truck ran over a bump, and his head banged mine. For a moment, I saw stars.

“Sorry, Zoe.”

“Not your fault.” He couldn’t see my grimace in the dark.

“Nohol-ha is a cenote to the south of Cancun.”

“And?” I could send him holding back.

“It’s where the gangs dump bodies.” His voice was hollow, and I could sense the fear in him. I had to feel a little sorry for him; he was a nice guy, but I would bet, for as much as he had dealings with Araña, he didn’t know much of this world. He didn’t deserve to.

“Right. Well. At least I know. We know they’re going to act at some point sooner or later. I imagine Gonzalez will want to savour his victory before he acts, so we have time, but the quicker we can escape, the better. I think we’ll have no choice but to reveal ourselves to him, but we have to avoid it for as long as possible. Magic is the only ace card we get.”

“Huh?” He didn’t gamble, then. Or understand the saying.

“Nevermind. Can you loosen your ropes?”


“Just a little bit then. We’ll need to have the element of surprise.”

“You want to escape from the truck?”

“Not exactly. We won’t know what we’re escaping into. We’ll have to wait for the right moment.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“No.” Well, I had to be honest. I wasn’t sure. But I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to try.

With a flash of magic, our bonds loosened – not entirely, but so we could slip our hands and feet loose if we wanted.

The van juddered to a halt and the engine cut out. Silence was immediate; I was deafened by the lack of sound after the loudness of the engine. A door slammed as feet crunched outside.

“Zoe,” Juan’s voice was low and urgent. “I’m sorry, ok? This is all my fault. If we don’t make it-”

“We’ll make it,” I said with as much determination as I could muster.

The door opened, and in the brief second before I was dragged out, I flashed him the best reassuring smile I had.


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Dracones Awakening : Dark Dragon Shifter

If it lives, it can die … even immortal dragon shifters. Unfairly cursed and then mercilessly hunted for a thousand years by a powerful group of druid witches, the Dracones fight for their very survival.

After their village was massacred, Tierney and her friends fled the realm of Tartaria for Earth, keeping their identity secret. Only you can’t run from the past—a point made crystal clear when twenty-one-year-old Tierney gazes into the tormented eyes of the man she loves.

His failure to protect his brother long ago left Jax broken and full of rage. Now as his Awakening approaches, his powers grow unpredictable. If he survives the emergence of his dragon, he fears he will endanger the one he loves above all others—Tierney.

Their past catches up when Tierney has a brutal vision. The Ilyium have found them, triggering ancient instincts in the Dracones and now Tierney and Jax must overcome their legacy and learn to trust in themselves in order to avoid the Ilyium’s sinister plans.

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Her appearance, combined with her touch and pure soul, never failed to drive the darkness inside him away. She always filled him with light, making him forget his past. His craving became so bad he started to avoid her, which only made it worse. Like an alcoholic craving the bottle, he ached to get close but was afraid if he gave in, he wouldn’t be able to tear himself away. And she deserved more than a piece of shit like him who couldn’t even control his emotions.

Now, six years later, he still had a hard on for her, making it near impossible to concentrate on anything else.

The fear on her face drove all sexual thoughts away, making him cringe. Sami sure pegged him when he called Jax an ass. “Hey, Tiern, how ya doing?” He stepped through the door, his heart racing as he fought the need to go to her and offer comfort. Her brilliant amethyst eyes met his, and Jax’s breath caught in his throat, paralyzing him. “Jax…”

His name on her tongue filled him with arousal and he stared at her inviting lips. Would they be as delectable and sweet as they seemed? Guilt consumed him as he caught the hurt in her eyes before they darkened with anger. He ached to pull her into his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from wanting more.

Eyes narrowed, her anger scorched him. “What do you want?”

What did he want? Damn. What a loaded question. You, of course. He wanted to touch—

kiss—every inch of her. He wanted to feel her arms around him, forget the darkness in his soul… “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he said, suddenly uncomfortable under her scrutiny. Her glare stung him deep in a part of himself he tried to forget even existed.


Recommended for Fans of J.R. Ward and Sherrilyn Kenyon, 18+.

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Robbed of Soul: Legends Of Treasure Book 1

In 1520, a quarter million people were slaughtered, a king was tortured to death, a civilization was annihilated—all over Aztec gold.

Five hundred years later the killing hasn’t stopped.

AFTER MONTHS OF starvation and torture at the hands of terrorists, black ops officer Maria Branson is rescued and returned to the U.S. While her body heals, her mind does not. Plagued with panic and hallucinations, she quits the CIA and takes the job of small-town police chief.

Rest and relaxation are the doctor’s orders. However, Maria gets neither. During her first week on the job the mayor’s truck is found abandoned in the middle of the rugged southwestern mountains.

Was it a hiking trip gone bad or something more sinister?

As Maria uncovers clues that indicate a crime centuries in the making, her hallucinations become more real –and dangerous.

Are the ghosts she sees symptoms of PTSD, or has the paranormal world collided with reality?

With the help of the  handsome director of search and rescue, Maria’s search explodes into a hunt for murderers and mythological Aztec treasure, all while keeping her own internal demons at bay.

Can Maria solve the mystery before she becomes the next target?

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IT WASN’T THE SILENCE that drove Maria Bronson mad. It was the noises. Water dripped from the leak in the ceiling as flies buzzed about. Desperate pleas from other captives echoed in the hall as they were dragged through an outside door adjacent to her cell. It hadn’t taken long to learn the prisoners never returned. Only the guards re-entered, wiping bright red blood off their hands with a rag. It was the only time Maria saw any color besides gray.

The rice was gray.

The meat was gray.

Even her interrogators’ teeth were gray.

Maria had once been the leader of a CIA black ops team. Now, she was a prisoner in a Tehran terrorist camp. When she had first seen her cell, she’d been grateful there was a small window in the door through which she could momentarily glimpse the sun once a day. Its beams burst onto the walls like fireworks on the Fourth of July. But now the light only reminded her that the darkness would come again … soon.

A scraping noise on the floor startled Maria and her eyes flew open. Someone had slid food through the slot that was her only contact with the outside world. She stared at the tiny open space, like she had a thousand times before, and wished she could force her emaciated body through it. But she wasn’t that small.

Not yet.

Her mornings consisted of pushups, sit ups, jumping jacks, stretching, deep breathing, and the recitation of the entire periodic table—in song form. Who knew high school chemistry would be one of her saving graces?

Afternoons followed the same routine, with the addition of running in place, playing Brahms First Concerto entirely from memory on the dirt floor, and, on occasion, sitting through hours of grueling questions from bearded men in gray (of course) fatigues that smelled of urine and rotten beef.

In the evenings the whispers started. Sometimes they were in English, other times in Farsi, and often she didn’t know the language. The first time she heard them she thought the sounds must be coming through the drain in the middle of the floor—the one that led to the sewer. But who could live down there with all of the human waste and filth?

Next, Maria hypothesized there must be an unseen vent in her room, but a thorough investigation of every cement wall disproved that theory. It was then she admitted the voices were inside her head.

The first ghost appeared to her in the middle of a typical sleepless night. He had no head, hence no mouth, so where the whispers came from was puzzling. He stood in the corner of her cell, arms flailing about as if he was trying to take flight. Why she could see him in the dark was a mystery. But there he was, shimmering like moonlight.

Sick, demented, moonlight.

As she watched the headless figure move about, her own stomach lurched back and forth. Her sparse meal ended up as a puddle on the cement floor. Trembling, with her back pressed up against the wall, she hardly noticed the odor of her vomit. Terror, after all, diminished one’s sense of smell.

The other ghosts came later. Night after night. All had body parts missing—a hand, an arm, a leg. Even though they moved as humans might, there was no life in them.

Even more worrisome to Maria, however, were the doubts about her herself—her reasons for living. Her hopes and passions. Was any of it still there? Or had she already been robbed of the very thing she fought to keep alive?

Her soul.


This paranormal thriller brings a modern-day  murder and a 500-year-old legend crashing together into a page-turning suspenseful murder mystery with a surprise twist at the end. Grab your copy now on Amazon.



Magically Bound: Hunted Witch Agency Book 1

Witch, Warlock, Whatever…

My name’s Devon Jinx, and, yes, I’m half warlock, half witch. But I couldn’t care less about which kind of magic is better. All I want to do is keep my head down and get on with my new job as an investigator at the Hunted Witch Agency.

A recent, shall we say, mistake, has put me in place to inherit the leadership of the warlocks. Which means only one thing. I have a choice to make: Leave behind my life of witchery to become a warlock, or lose my warlock magic forever.

Complicating my choice is the fact that someone is trying to destroy the warlock coven. If I don’t stop them, the warlocks will be annihilated. The task seems impossible until Gerard Freshwater, a distractingly handsome witch, explodes into my life. He’s determined to make me see that being a witch isn’t just the best option, but the only option.


Magically Bound is the first book in Rachel Medhurst’s Hunted Witch Agency series and is available to pre-order on Amazon ~ release date: 28th November.