The Nature’s Destiny Series Is Officially in Paperback!

Series: Nature’s Destiny
Books: Nature’s Destiny, Sapphire’s Divinity, Guardians Dynasty, Warriors Duty
Author: Justine Winter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK
My life was changing, morphing into something greater than I could have anticipated. I was becoming something I didn’t recognise as myself anymore. A Werewolf. 
I was different. 
Bitten. 
‘Hybrid’ was what they called me, and the weight that rested against that one word was crippling. They depended on me to bring them safety. What made me so special? 
Oh, that’s right. My destiny. 
I was sucked into a world I’d had no idea existed. Twenty-one years as a human, and this was what I found out. 
My travelling plans, my writing degree, all of it was gone within one night. One evil night that robbed my humanity. 
I wasn’t completely sour. Life had been unfair a while ago, only now I’d had something worth fighting for besides myself. Something to live for. 
I was afraid for the others. I couldn’t let them down. I wouldn’t let them down. 
I’d gone to bed a human and woken up a Werewolf. 
A special Werewolf. 
A Hybrid.
 
I was a hybrid werewolf with a secret destiny shadowed by a prophecy the Ancient Guardians foretold. The same Ancient Guardians that had organised the annual Alpha summit Riley had been summoned to. 

Since Jackson’s demon threat everyone was powered up on overtime at the gym. Train, sweat, repeat. Train, sweat, repeat. 
But all that rage-filled preparation wasn’t enough. We were being targeted by something new, and it didn’t stop there. 
The summit was proving to be my nemesis. Egotistical morons challenged me with threats to the one I loved, and I knew I couldn’t endure a life without Riley. 
Besides all of that, there was one thing I was finally understanding about the supernatural. Nothing was as it seemed. 
Not even me.

I was dying.
Every minute I wasted without a mate, my mind became more volatile. I was unbalanced, stronger than I was capable of handling alone.
Supposedly, I was destined for greatness, but apparently I had to overcome another task first.
A mating.
Riley was my one true love. I was sure. However, that didn’t necessarily mean I was his. Complications, it seemed, were becoming my forte.
Despite my personal problems, the demons emerged, offering little hope and even less mercy. With my mind preoccupied, I wasn’t ready for the attack heading our way.
The pack needed me now more than ever, but the demons were cunning, thwarting my plans and upping the stakes each time.
I was letting them down. We weren’t ready. I wasn’t ready.
Darkness descended on Nature’s Destiny, and sadness was sure to come.
War had begun.

Death. Destruction. Demons.
War was officially declared.
Blade’s rebirth into the world became something we truly weren’t prepared for. And I felt guilty. Blaming myself for not getting to Lara in time.
She was gone. Nature’s Destiny was grieving.
In the midst of our woes the battle was brewing. Incubi kept coming. Hell beasts were slaying. And the demon master was another step closer to winning.
With an army of supernatural beings in my arsenal I was optimistic that we were enough. We had the prophecy and my fortitudo on our side.
Whatever happened there was one thing I knew for certain.
The end had come.


 
I’ve always lived a life based on my imagination, from hopeless dreams of romance to concocting alternate realities involving supernaturals. I’m completely fascinated with anything hero-related, and often speculate which superpower I’d possess. I haven’t settled on one yet.

I was born in England, and currently reside in Wales, UK. I love to write, and most days you’ll find me happily tapping away at the computer whilst in my pyjama-clad bubble. I also spend my time reading, and if that isn’t enough I’m often in the kitchen baking up a treat.

Good News & Giveaways

The Bank Holiday weekend is here!

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a pretty darn epic week. Good news hit me on Monday and I’ve been surfing the happy wave since then. Last month I applied to do a MA in Creative Writing due to start this October. I know, several people do the same thing every year. So why is this such a big deal for me? I don’t have a bachelor’s degree. But why should that stop me, right?
The optimist in me hoped every day that I’d get an acceptance letter through the post, but the realist side of my brain knew my chances were slim despite my self-publishing experience. BUT. . .

I GOT IN!

So please join me in celebrating by entering for a chance to win a handmade Nature’s Destiny inspired bookmark. I’ve recently rewritten the first book of Luna and Riley’s series, and you can still get it for FREE if you haven’t already. Otherwise, just update the version on your device.

More news to come from this and the release of ALL 4 PAPERBACKS in the series soon! Can I get a woop woop?

IMG_3346Here’s what you need to know to enter this giveaway. Follow this rafflecopter link and instructions will await you there. You can even enter every day to increase your chances of success! And, as always, my giveaway is open internationally!

Good luck!

P.S. I made this bad boy!😉

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Secret Project? Tell me more. . .

Happy  1st  July! And  what  a  great  Friday  it’s  going  to  be  because  I  have  a  treat  for  you.  Since  finishing  the  Nature’s  Destiny  series  I’ve  been  asked  what  I’m  working  on  next  and  when  the  bloody  hell  am  I  going  to  release  said  book?

Well,  how  do  we  feel  about  a  first  chapter  reveal  of  my  secret  project  coming  Autumn  2016?

I  don’t  fancy  giving  too  much  away  just  yet  as  I’m  still  in  first  draft  mode,  but  it’s  the  start  of  a  new   paranormal  romance  trilogy  with  the  added  bonus  of  creatures  I  haven’t  written  about  before,  plus  a  leading  lady  who  is  incredibly  important.  Of  course.  And  although  I  have  a  title  already  decided,  I’m  going  to  save  it  for the  next  coming  weeks,  when  I  have  some  more  to  share.

For  now,  I  hope  this  first  chapter  whets  your  appetite.  Enjoy!

*First draft. Content subject to change. Unedited.*

1 – BROKEN

“Are  you  ready,  Tiss?  Just  like  the  book  says.  Straight  down  the  mountain,  one  full  turn,  and  back  up.  Sounds  simple  enough.  Just  gotta  try  and  see  through  the  thick  layer  of  fog  first,”  I  add. 

He  ‘hmphs’  at  me,  blowing  smoke  out  of  his  nostrils.  I  leap  onto  his  back,  sitting  as  comfortably  as  I  can  between  the  large  red  spikes  adorning  his  spine.

“And  whatever  you  do,  don’t  drop  me!”  I  wouldn’t  die,  but  it  sure  would  hurt  like  hell.

Fortissimus  jumps  off  of  the  top  of  the  highest  mountain  in  Terra  Regnum,  gliding  through  clouds  of  mist  at  a  fast  pace.  We  fly  as  one  being  as  I  entrust  my  faith  wholeheartedly  in  my  dearest  friend.  

Even  with  my  heightened  vision,  I  struggle  to  see  through  the  dense  precipitation  as  the  wind  pushes  against  my  face,  forcing  me  to  lean  backwards.

Tiss  spreads  his  large  wings,  gaining  speed  as  the  ground  draws  near.  He  flaps  harder,  pushing  the  limits.

“Tiss. . .”  I  warn,  seeing  the  speckles  of  rubble  a  short  distance  ahead. 

He  doesn’t  slow  down.

We’re  getting  closer.

Closer.

“TISS!” 

He  turns,  changes  direction,  and  heads  back  up  the  mountain  as  I  try  to  swallow  my  heart.  My  fingers  cramp,  realising  I’ve  been  gripping  on  to  him  with  more  force  than  I thought. 

Bloody  rascal,  tormenting  me.

“Let’s  go  home.  We’ll  talk  about  your  disobedience  then,”  I  scorn,  sitting  back  a  little  more  relaxed. 

We  fly  by  many  snow  covered  mountains,  all  quiet  of  life.  It’s  peaceful,  tranquil  as  the  sun  peeks  through  the  clouds that  are  soon  to  bring  nightfall.

The  temperature  continues  to  drop  though  it  doesn’t  affect  me,  and  frost  covers  the  woodland  near  my  home. 

Tiss  takes  one  large  sweep  around  the  dungeon,  landing  gently  on  the  snow.  I  slide  down,  my  dress  falls  to  my  feet  and  trails  across  the  white  ground  as  I  turn  my  attention  to  my  naughty  dragon.

He  bows  his  head  the  second  we  come  face  to  face,  drooping  his  eyes  as  if  in  apology.  It’s  almost  enough  to  make  me  melt  with  forgiveness.

I  sigh.  “Listen,  you  know  I  like  to  have  fun  too,  but  we  need  to  keep  our  training  on  top  form.”  I  run  my  hand  over  his  scarred  lip,  knowing  it’s  identical  to  mine.  Over  time  it’s  faded,  but  I  still  remember  the  slicing  of  the  blade  cutting  from  the  right  of  my  top  lip  to  my  chin.  Fortissimus  had  been  struck  by  the  same  blow.  “We  can’t  slip  up  again.”

Though  he  cannot  talk  I  know  he  understands,  I  can  sense  his  essence  within  me.  He  is,  and  always  has  been,  a  part  of  me.  In  many  ways  we  are  connected.

His  large  tongue  licks  my  face,  catching  me  unawares.  “Tiss!  That’s  disgusting,”  I  groan,  using  my  dress  to  wipe  the  slobber  dripping  off  of  me.  His  tail  thumps  loudly  on  the  ground,  and  he  snorts  almost  as  if  he’s  laughing  at  me.

“Oh,  so  that’s  how  it’s  gonna  be,  huh?”  I  tickle  his  neck,  back,  legs  and  tail,  moving  fast  enough  until  it  drives  him  crazy.  “Do  you  concede?”  I  cross  my  arms.

He  blows  a  puff  of  smoke  in  my  face.

“I  thought  so,”  I  smirk,  turning  towards  my  home.  As  the  only  vampire/werewolf  hybrid  in  all  of  Imperium  I  live  alone  in  the  dungeon  I  carved  deep  into  the  mountains  with  my  dragon.  Over  the  eons  I’ve  embellished  on  its  natural  formation,  though  fire  is  my  only  light  source.  I  prefer  it  that  way.  Darkness  will  always  be  my  ally.

Tiss  follows  in  behind  me,  pushing  his  ever-growing  size  through  the  fire-lit  doorway.  “Is  your  bum  getting  too  big,  Tiss?”

He  nudges  me  forward  with  his  nose,  grumbling  to  himself  when  the  mountain  begins  to  shake.  The  ground  vibrates  rapidly  beneath  my  feet.  Dust  falls  from  the  crevices  above.  The  flame  torches  burn  out.

Tiss  pulls  me  into  him  with  his  large  claws,  protecting  me  just  as  I  unsheathe  my  sword  in  preparation.  The  cavernous  walls  tremble  erratically. 

My  body  hums  with  electricity  as  though  the  vibrations  are  passing  through  me.  My  skin  tingles  with  awareness  as  two  white  balls  glow  up  ahead.  What  is that?

They  hover  in  the  darkness,  moving  towards  us.  I  take  my  stance,  sword  forward.  I  feel  Tiss  tense  behind  me.  He’s  ready,  too.

The  circles  of  light  stop,  expanding  into  two  large  doorways  where  the  holograms  of  two  male  faces  appear.

I  relax  my  sword,  realising  this  isn’t  a  threat,  it’s  a  calling.

To  my  left,  a  man  sits  on  his  underwater  throne,  his  long  black  hair  flowing  around  him.  His  head  is  adorned  with  a  gold  crown,  and  his  ironically  sun-kissed  skin  gleams.

To  my  right,  crimson  eyes  glare  at  me.  He  stands  tall  in  his  usual  unnecessary  armour  that  covers  fine,  ebony  skin.  A  crown  of  rubies  adorns  his  black  and  white  dreadlocked  hair  whilst  he  holds  a  staff.  Also  unnecessary. 

They  are  King  Asa,  and  King  Zuriel,  ruler  of  Mare  Regnum  and  Terra  Regnum  respectively.

“Why  am  I  being  summonsed?”  I  project  my  voice,  enforcing  my  power.

“Our  law  has  been  broken.  Rebel  creatures  are  fleeing  Imperium. . .”

“We  cannot  risk  the  humans  on  Earth  knowing  about  us.  The  barrier  between  our  worlds  is  far  too  fragile  to  endure  this,” King  Asa,  the  hologram  to  my  left,  finishes  King  Zuriel’s  sentence.

“Our  worlds  cannot  co-exist.  You  know  this  more  than  anyone.  The  humans  are  unforgiving  to  our  kind.”  Zuriel  continues,  “We’ve  tried  keeping  the  peace,  but  our  kingdoms  are  becoming  rowdy.”

I  listen  to  their  speeches,  plainly  seeing  their  desperation. 

“If  we’re  to  reign  in  those  who  remain  under  our  authority,  then  it’s  time  for  real  action.”

I  nod,  understanding.

“We’ve  broken  the  necessary  seals.  The  veil  separating  us  will  release.  Do  you  accept  your  duty,  Oxsana?”  King  Asa  asks,  crossing  his  large  arms  across  his  bare,  muscular  chest.

Tiss  pounds  his  claws  behind  me,  acknowledging  our  fate.

“I  do.”

“Find  the  rebel  creatures  on  Earth,”  Zuriel  demands.

“Imperium  needs  you,  Dragonman  of  War.”

P.S. Her Life Expired – Part Nine

“We’ve  got  another  one.”  I  hang  up  the  phone,  motioning  to  Wells  to  get  moving.

“Where  are  we  headed?”  She  asks,  her  tone  implies  she’s  not  too  surprised.  I  can’t  blame  her.  In  this  business  we  dub  them  serial  killers  for  a  reason.

“The  front  of  the  building.”

“What?!”  This  time  her  eyebrows  raise,  her  lips  part  in  shock.

“You  heard  me.  We  got  a  body  dumped  right  on  our  front  door.  Looks  like  our  guy’s  getting  cocky.”

“Then  let’s  hope  he’s  slipped  up  this  time.”

The  elevator  ride  to  the  ground  floor  is  agonisingly  slow,  and  once  the  doors  open  I  rush  out  into  the  main  foyer,  ignoring  the  voices  calling  my  way  and  head  for  the  exit  with  Wells  at  my  side.

“Well,  I  think  we  can  safely  agree  this  killer  is   definitely  efficient.”

“Did  anyone  see  what  happened?”  I  call  out  to  the  uniformed  officers  standing  nearby,  all  shake  their  heads  in  return.

“Come  on!”  I  exhale  loudly.  “You  telling  me  this  victim  brought  themselves  here?”

My  question  is  met  by  even  more  blank  faces.

“Dean,  we  can  check  the  CCTV  later.  How  far  away  is  the  coroner?”  Wells  asks.

“Ten  minutes.  Dr.  White’s  on  her  way,”   a  rookie  answers.

I  stare  at  the  scene,  watching  patrolmen  pull  the  yellow  tape  around  the  brick  building,  warning  all  pedestrians  away.  Not  that  they’d  be  able  to  see  much.  Our  poor  victim’s  been  wrapped  up  in  white  bin  bags  with  silver  duck  tape  around  her  arms  and  torso,  as  well  as  her  feet.  Her  face  is  visible  through  a  strategically  cut  hole  in  the  bag,  and  it’s  there  the  signs  of  death  are  obvious.  Her  eyes  no  longer  hold  life,  glossed  over  with  the  last  thing  she  ever  saw.  Her  skin  is  white  now  that  her  heart  no  longer  pumps  blood  around  her  body.  And  then  there  are  her  lips,  firmly  pressed  together  by  ugly,  black-threaded  stitches.

“Son  of  a  bitch.  What  has  he  done  to  you?”


Death is a fearful thing.
– William Shakespeare


Catch up on all parts here.

P.S. Her Life Expired – Part Eight

The  police  don’t  know  anything.  I’m  too  meticulous  in  my  plans.  The  days  of  observation.  The  nights  of  preparation.  Actionable  moments  pinpointed  to  the  absolute  second.  Every  bit  of  information  I  gather  is  important.  It  keeps  me  out  of  cuffs.  Enables  me  to  continue  the  world’s  work.

Where  would  I  be  if  it  weren’t  for  my  intelligence?

With  my  sculpted  body  and  perfectly  chiseled   face,  I’m  an  inmate’s  wet  dream.  My  arsehole  would  forever  resemble  Japan’s  flag.  However,  I  know  I  don’t  have  anything  to  worry  about.  I’ve  never  encountered  such  stupid  detectives  before.  Dean  and  Wells,  dressed  up  in  suits  with  clueless  faces  spread  out  on  the  front  page  of  all  newspapers  across  every  stand  in  the  city.

It’s  laughable.

I’ve  stood  before  them.  Taunted  them  with  messages.  Yet  here  I  am,  again,  outside  their  command  central  practically  tempting  fate.  I’ve  all  but  handed  myself  over  to  them.  But  let’s  not  get  too  hasty.  I’m  not  ready  to  be  a  butt  monkey,  but  I’m  certain  they’ll  appreciate  today’s  present.

Perhaps  this  time  Dean  and  Wells  can  figure  me  out.  If  not,  I’ll  continue  doing  Death’s  work.  There’s  definitely  an  endless  supply  of  it  nowadays.


Boldness be my friend.
– William Shakespeare


New to this crime fiction feature? Catch up here.

Chocolate Heaven Cupcakes

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I  know,  you’re  probably  looking  at  this  post  and  thinking  what’s  it  got  to  do  with  my  writing  considering  that’s  what  I  generally  post  about  on  here.  But,  before  I  became  an  author  I  had  my  own  cake  business,  making  lots  of  tasty  treats  like  the  picture  above.

Late  last  night  I’d  been  asked  to  make  these  beauties,  and  after  uploading  this  photo  to  social  media,  requests  for  the  recipe  came  filtering  in.  So  I’m  sharing  my  secrets  to  a  chocoholics  dream.

This  recipe  makes  12  cupcakes,  16  if  you’re  lucky.

Ingredients
Cake Batter:                                                                                           Buttercream:
200g  Margarine                                                                                   100g  Unsalted  Butter
200g  Caster  Sugar                                                                              100g  Dark  Chocolate
4  Eggs                                                                                                   1tsp Vanilla Extract
1tsp Vanilla Extract                                                                               350g  Icing  Sugar
100g  Dark  Chocolate                                                                          Pinch  of  Salt
50g  Cocoa  Powder                                                                              Milk
160g  Self-Raising  Flour
1tsp  Baking  Powder
100g  Dark  Chocolate  Chips

 
Preheat the oven to 180°C/Gas Mark 4. Line a 12-hole muffin tin with cases.

Place the margarine and caster sugar into a bowl and beat until light and fluffy. Add in the eggs one at a time and mix well, adding the vanilla extract. In a separate bowl, melt the dark chocolate and add to the egg mixture. At this point, you’ll want to bathe in the chocolate river. Please try to resist. Sift in the self-raising flour, baking powder, and  cocoa, leaving a little of the flour behind. Slightly mix it together – you don’t need to go crazy here. Over-mixing flour makes the batter dense once it’s cooked, and we haven’t finished adding our ingredients. Go easy! Put the dark chocolate chips in with the leftover flour (it only needs to be a tablespoon or two) and make sure those chips are covered in the flour mix. This stops the chocolate chips from sinking to the bottom of the cake when they cook. Handy little tip! Mix the batter until there’s no more dry ingredients (do this with as little mixing as you can, remember dense cakes are heavy!) Using an ice cream scoop, divide the batter into the cases and bake in the oven for 20 minutes, until cooked.

For the buttercream, add the butter into a bowl and mix until softened. Sift in the icing sugar and combine. It might look like breadcrumbs here, but don’t worry – it’s not ruined! Melt the chocolate and add to the icing sugar mixture. Now, it might look like chocolate breadcrumbs. That’s okay. Don’t panic! Add the vanilla extract and milk a teaspoon at a time until it all comes together. The amount of milk you use depends on the consistency you’re looking for. I generally add around 3-5 tsps. depending on how much the icing sugar soaks up. Add a pinch of salt to offset the sweetness. Beat until smooth. Place in a piping bag with your favourite tip and pipe onto cupcakes when they’re cooled! Or, you know, just use a knife and spread it on. It’s your creation after all!

And Voila. Chocolate Heaven.

P.S. You can totally add whatever toppings you fancy – supermarkets have a wide variety of decorations nowadays.

P.S. Her Life Expired – Part Seven

There’s  something  to  be  said  about  the  fragile  nature  of  life,  and  how  beautiful  it  is  to  be  the  one  comforting  death.  After  all,  the  God  of  the  Underworld  needs  company  too,  which  is  why  I  do  what  I  can.  I  am  his  spirit,  and  he  loves  the  women  I’m  to  sacrifice.

I  can  hear  his  calling,  highlighting  those whose  life  is  at  an  end,  and  it’s  my  pleasure  to  scout  them  out  and  take  it  away.  In  return  I  keep  a  souvenir,  payment  for  the  hard  work  I’ve  done  in  the  name  of  Death.  My  duty.  And  it’s  always  something  crucial  to  my  victim.  A  heart  from  the  woman  that’s  in  love.  The  nipples  of  a  new  mother  that  feed  her  young.  And  today?  The  finger  of  a  woman  that’s  recently  engaged.  And  tomorrow,  I’ll  have  the  eyes  of  a  woman  whom  could  finally  see.

And  when  I’ve  finally  completed  my  work  for  him,  I’ll  mount  each  piece  for  the  world  to  see.

Why?

Because  even  death  is  a  work  of  art.


There’s place and means for every man alive.
– William Shakespeare


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