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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Locked up doesn't mean locked in.</i><br /><br />Pandora Scott is in jail...again. Everyone she once loved betrayed her...again. And some of the most powerful people in the world want her dead...yes, again. Sound familiar? But if there's one thing Pandora is good at, it's wriggling her way out of life or death situations, and this time is no different. Armed with her ability to disappear and aided by the mysterious Sam, Pandora's got a plan. Escape the most secure prison in the world. Evade the most powerful trackers on the planet. Forget every word that Jax has ever told her. And figure out how to change one teeny tiny thing--fate. Easy, right? Well...doable, at least.<br /><br /><i>Freeze</i> is the second book in the thrilling <i>Midnight Ice series</i>--the <u>brand new spinoff to Midnight Fire</u>, a bestselling paranormal romance with over 200,000 copies sold and over 5000 5-star reviews on Goodreads!<br /><br /><b>Available from:</b><br /><br />Amazon – <a href="http://hyperurl.co/AmazonFreeze">http://hyperurl.co/AmazonFreeze</a><br /><br />Apple – <a href="http://hyperurl.co/AppleFreeze">http://hyperurl.co/AppleFreeze</a><br /><br />B&N – <a href="http://bit.ly/BNFreeze">http://bit.ly/BNFreeze</a><br /><br />Google Play – <a href="http://bit.ly/GPFreeze">http://bit.ly/GPFreeze</a><br /><br />Kobo – <a href="http://bit.ly/KoboFreeze">http://bit.ly/KoboFreeze</a><br /><br />Smashwords – <a href="http://bit.ly/SWFreeze">http://bit.ly/SWFreeze</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVdxLorswH5ZB4NVem44HWVDT5SYTnNsCXhC57hPOOAm1UdOJJ_jkvO0TU06GPB4Oixk6kzXmZ5FqK53NtAwA4QrmO2p0og4XIEkIATnHoxuaQ1nFMBNQ6pEXznPF0oM48riVpWX1byg/s1600/Teaser+Image+Four.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="1000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVdxLorswH5ZB4NVem44HWVDT5SYTnNsCXhC57hPOOAm1UdOJJ_jkvO0TU06GPB4Oixk6kzXmZ5FqK53NtAwA4QrmO2p0og4XIEkIATnHoxuaQ1nFMBNQ6pEXznPF0oM48riVpWX1byg/s400/Teaser+Image+Four.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><b>Excerpt:</b><br /><br />“Dory,” he whispered, deep voice thrumming.<br />Part of her yearned to whisper his name.<br />Jax.<br />But the other part won. <br />The part still clinging to his betrayal, perpetually aching from it.<br />I should have left when I had the chance, she cursed inwardly. Why did I turn around? Why, oh why, did I actually look at him?<br />Pandora
swallowed her rising emotions back down, flipping the switch inside her
head, letting the vampire take over. With a cool, crisp voice free of
the taint of human feeling, she asked, "What are you doing here?"<br />His
soft green eyes flashed, revealing his surprise. But then he crossed
his arms, responding with a challenge of his own. "What are you doing
dropping what could be an entire life's savings into an anonymous
donation box for a zoo?"<br />Pandora ignored the question. “Are you alone?”<br />A
lazy smile crawled across his face, one she recognized immediately
because it was the same grin he wore in the photograph she’d stuffed in
the back of her closet. Carefree and confidently amused. “You really
think I need backup to face you?”<br />She shrugged absently. “None of the other titans came alone.”<br />"None
of the others know you like I do," he murmured, voice silky as he
reached across the space between them, a distance that seemed both vast
and nonexistent at the same time, gently running his finger over the
bare skin of her hand. And again, her pesky heart thumped once, alive
for a moment, ignited by his touch. Without even a hint of hesitation,
he latched his fingers around her forearm, palm burning hot through her
sweatshirt. But his brows came together as he felt the frozen
temperature of her skin, confirming what he’d seen with his own
eyes—that she was a vampire.<br />"Let go," Pandora demanded, pushing past him hard enough to make him stumble. <br />But he just tightened his hold. "Not so fast."<br />"Jax," she warned. <br />His
entire face brightened, eyes sparkling like the ocean on a sunny day.
"So you do remember my name! I was starting to get a complex about
spending four years chasing after a girl who'd completely forgotten me."<br /><br /><b>If you haven't started the series, FROST (Midnight Ice Book One) is currently on sale for $0.99 for a limited time!</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMHA2ZgtNaTFwTmOYyTZyxDsougd4SOPCPgSzLqPOopS_cOTRmtYMexg29SnzHXUyGrnaieYZACjmicud-7MZ4h2rLHAQmr8gHbq-kB-UQBLHSqS83a8zm4Q5sb6Matnf2fyLohLygQE/s1600/Frost_frontcover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1057" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMHA2ZgtNaTFwTmOYyTZyxDsougd4SOPCPgSzLqPOopS_cOTRmtYMexg29SnzHXUyGrnaieYZACjmicud-7MZ4h2rLHAQmr8gHbq-kB-UQBLHSqS83a8zm4Q5sb6Matnf2fyLohLygQE/s320/Frost_frontcover.jpg" width="211" /></a><br /><br />"A snarky, action-packed, and entertaining read!" - Betwixt the Pages<br /><br />"I am in love with Pandora, she is badass!" - E.A. Walsh<br /><br />"A story of teenage love, betrayal, double crossing and danger..." - Splashes Into Books<br /><br /><i>Even the hottest love can turn a girl cold-blooded...</i><br /><br />Life's tough for a vampire thief on the run--just ask Pandora Scott, she knows. Four years ago she ran away from home after everyone she loved betrayed her. But now her annoyingly grown up (and handsome) ex boyfriend is stalking her, begging her to return. A mysterious vamp with a particularly dangerous (and sexy) stare keeps popping unexpectedly into her life. The extremely powerful head vampire of New York is hunting her down because she may (or may not) have broken into his highly-secure, highly-secretive personal vault. And the fate she's been trying to outrun? Well, it's about to catch up. Because even a super-speedy vamp with the ability to disappear can't escape her own destiny.<br /><br />A brand new spinoff to Midnight Fire, a bestselling series with over 200,000 copies sold and over 5000 5-star reviews on Goodreads! Fans will enjoy special appearances from Kira, Luke and Tristan while falling in love with the new characters and new adventure of Midnight Ice.<br /><br />*Please note, you do not need to read the books of Midnight Fire to enjoy Frost (Midnight Ice Book 1). They are two standalone series with character crossover.<br /><br /><b>Available from:</b><br />Amazon – <a href="http://hyperurl.co/AmazonFrost">http://hyperurl.co/AmazonFrost</a><br /><br />Apple – <a href="http://hyperurl.co/AppleFrost">http://hyperurl.co/AppleFrost</a><br /><br />B&N – <a href="http://bit.ly/BNFrost">http://bit.ly/BNFrost</a><br /><br />Google Play – <a href="http://bit.ly/FrostGP">http://bit.ly/FrostGP</a><br /><br />Kobo – <a href="http://bit.ly/KoboFrost">http://bit.ly/KoboFrost</a><br /><br />Smashwords – <a href="http://bit.ly/SWFrost">http://bit.ly/SWFrost</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6zorfAparGEE3pTgJTeK74LejeyiH3_pRrOR417UJ6C-YvuUHThaZF3kHSkL-iMLfdPoJfrGBl_1Rove709SfmKquwPbBJwLn6KWtU8Wqx0twwvwLcS7ZgG3cOes5ljcOdW_IXGnYt8/s1600/Teaser+Image+One.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="1000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6zorfAparGEE3pTgJTeK74LejeyiH3_pRrOR417UJ6C-YvuUHThaZF3kHSkL-iMLfdPoJfrGBl_1Rove709SfmKquwPbBJwLn6KWtU8Wqx0twwvwLcS7ZgG3cOes5ljcOdW_IXGnYt8/s400/Teaser+Image+One.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><b>And the third book, Fracture, just became available for pre-order!</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_K4DqububtKhpvec_VuFmfv93GZ9R__Mj8vICt_Bp3_DYBjFEjaPb8HidicXsG3uB_hnlIUf3gzyiOfZe4rBSFcomrxvL4HMpe3A3uQ1dkqdLeAC2NAdTh0TwlDx_H2LauNyVNSLQnCo/s1600/Fracture_frontcover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1058" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_K4DqububtKhpvec_VuFmfv93GZ9R__Mj8vICt_Bp3_DYBjFEjaPb8HidicXsG3uB_hnlIUf3gzyiOfZe4rBSFcomrxvL4HMpe3A3uQ1dkqdLeAC2NAdTh0TwlDx_H2LauNyVNSLQnCo/s320/Fracture_frontcover.jpg" width="211" /></a><br /><br /><b><i>**Special pre-order discount! Price will increase to $3.99 at on sale!**</i></b><br /><br /><i>When you fall for the devil, you're bound to get burned.</i><br /><br />Pandora Scott's world has blown up once again, but this time she's learned her lesson--saving the world isn't a job she can do solo. She needs friends. But when her strongest ally also happens to be the boy who shattered her heart, it's not as easy as it sounds. Especially since the person she has to destroy might just be the love of her life. With her fate hanging in the balance, Pandora's got to make a choice. Forgive? Forget? Fight? Or falter? But everything changes when she realizes that the people she thought were heroes might be villains, and the good guys aren't always as trustworthy as they seem...<br /><br />Fracture is the third book in the thrilling Midnight Ice series--the brand new spinoff to Midnight Fire, a bestselling paranormal romance with over 200,000 copies sold and over 5000 5-star reviews on Goodreads!<br /><br /><b>Available from:</b><br /><br />Amazon – <a href="http://hyperurl.co/AmazonFracture">http://hyperurl.co/AmazonFracture</a><br /><br />Apple – <a href="http://hyperurl.co/AppleFracture">http://hyperurl.co/AppleFracture</a><br /><br />B&N – Preorder is still processing, link should be available by Monday<br /><br />Google Play – <a href="http://bit.ly/GPFracture">http://bit.ly/GPFracture</a><br /><br />Kobo – <a href="http://bit.ly/KoboFracture">http://bit.ly/KoboFracture</a><br /><br />Smashwords – <a href="http://bit.ly/SWFracture">http://bit.ly/SWFracture</a><br /><br /><br /><b>Author Information</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hIaI5CYKUSuGAZHuQWcREZV53Q3iSX2Yf-lWMzjxgDkX8iP1jcuHLNXVVmP3uKdbI9VAXd7oiNQAhQPbNnF8l8nmWSWzooSsx3eart0IbPHS9WclagX4oiZt5j-QIdpYqlYjMV78100/s1600/Kaitlyn+Author+Photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="937" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hIaI5CYKUSuGAZHuQWcREZV53Q3iSX2Yf-lWMzjxgDkX8iP1jcuHLNXVVmP3uKdbI9VAXd7oiNQAhQPbNnF8l8nmWSWzooSsx3eart0IbPHS9WclagX4oiZt5j-QIdpYqlYjMV78100/s320/Kaitlyn+Author+Photo.jpg" width="187" /></a><br /><br /><b>Author Bio: </b><br /><br />Kaitlyn Davis, a bestselling author with over a quarter of a million books sold, writes young adult fantasy novels under the name Kaitlyn Davis and contemporary romance novels under the name Kay Marie. Publisher's Weekly has said, "Davis writes with confidence and poise," while USA Today has recommended her work as "must-read romance."<br /><br />Always blessed with an overactive imagination, Kaitlyn has been writing ever since she picked up her first crayon and is overjoyed to share her work with the world. When she's not daydreaming, typing stories, or getting lost in fictional worlds, Kaitlyn can be found playing fetch with her puppy, watching a little too much television, or spending time with her family. If you have any questions for her--about her books, about scheduling an event, or just in general--you may contact her at: KaitlynDavisBooks@gmail.com<br /><br />Sign up for Kaitlyn's newsletter to stay up-to-date with all of her new releases, to receive exclusive subscriber bonus content, and more! bit.ly/KaitlynDavisNewsletter<br /><br /><b>Author Links:</b><br /><br />Website: <a href="http://kaitlyndavisbooks.com/">KaitlynDavisBooks.com</a><br />Facebook: <a href="http://facebook.com/KaitlynDavisBooks">Facebook.com/KaitlynDavisBooks</a><br />Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/daviskaitlyn" target="_blank">@DavisKaitlyn</a><br />Tumblr: <a href="http://kaitlyndavisbooks.tumblr.com/">KaitlynDavisBooks.tumblr.com</a><br />Wattpad: <a href="http://wattpad.com/KaitlynDavisBooks">Wattpad.com/KaitlynDavisBooks</a><br />Pinterest: <a href="http://pinterest.com/kdavisbooks">Pinterest.com/kdavisbooks</a><br />Youtube: <a href="http://youtube.com/user/KaitlynDavisBooks">Youtube.com/user/KaitlynDavisBooks</a><br />Goodreads: <a href="http://goodreads.com/Kaitlyn_Davis">Goodreads.com/Kaitlyn_Davis</a><br />Newsletter: <a href="http://bit.ly/KaitlynDavisNewsletter">bit.ly/KaitlynDavisNewsletter</a></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I totally owe a review to both Frost and Freeze, but for those who follow my blog have noticed I haven't posted in a while. When you work full time at 55+ hours a week, plus go to school and have clinicals in the hospitals an additional </span></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">40+ hours a week, time is short. I am almost done with Freeze (Frost is AWESOME, and Freeze is so far SUPER AWESOME) and I will have a review ASAP, because this author is not only wonderful, she writes fantastic books and has always been great to me! Now the rest of you guys should grab a copy!!! </span></span></span><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span><br />
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Steele City Blues by Karen Greco is the third book in the Hell’s Bells series, the first being Hell’s Bells and the second being Tainted blood. These should be read in order. But let me just say, Nina is back and she is AWESOME!!! She is such an amazing character and her halfling status makes her so much more interesting!! And spoilers will blow your mind if you don't know what's coming, especially the deaths. So we're in Marshall law right now, and Nina's mother is crazy and wants every supernatural put into a majorly strict prison- Steele city- or be killed on spot. Nina just wants some normalcy but that isn't happening.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Blood Moon Rising<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book One<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lola Taylor<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Genre: Werewolf PNR<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Date of Publication: February, 2014 (Fourth Edition, October, 2016)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When the Blood Moon rises, the wolves come out to play… and find their mates.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Danica has about given up on love. In a last-ditch attempt at finding “the one,” she agrees to a blind date through an online dating service. But instead of finding roses and romance, she finds someone intent on killing her. That is, until the mysterious, brooding Gage shows up to save her….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Gage is running out of time to find a mate. If the Blood Moon sets before he can find her, he’ll lose the rank of packmaster—and the peace within the pack he’s worked so hard to obtain. When he saves a luscious blonde in the parking lot of a bar, he has no idea she is his mate—until he Marks her with his touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Determined to keep her safe at any cost, Gage whisks Danica away into a hidden world full of lust, unlikely love, and treachery. Someone’s put a hit on his mate, and he’s hell-bent on finding out who, all while the Blood Moon looms closer, threatening to destroy his chances at true love forever. That is, if something—or someone—doesn’t kill the woman he’s falling for first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">When Blake<br />
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is finding his mate. But fate—and possibly Santa—has other plans…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake<br />
observed the party with a look of supreme distaste. Crescent Manor had been<br />
decked out in blue and white twinkle lights, silver garland, and sparkly<br />
tinsel. Just looking at it made his eyes hurt. Not to mention the smell. Oh,<br />
God, if he ever had to smell pine, cinnamon, or pumpkin spice<br />
whatever-the-hell-it-was-called again, it would be too soon. Being a werewolf<br />
royally sucked sometimes, mainly the enhanced sense of smell. And this<br />
place—his damn home for the past fifteen years—was doing nothing but reminding<br />
him why he hated the holidays. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Everybody<br />
here seemed to have found a date or had brought their mates. All but him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It wasn’t his<br />
fault he couldn’t find a mate. Hell, he’d tried dating. And rutting. That part<br />
he especially enjoyed. But the Mating Mark, the mystical symbol that designated<br />
his soul mate, had yet to appear on anyone. Which was supremely frustrating. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Damn, did the<br />
universe hate him that much? He was thirty-five, for shit’s sake. And he was<br />
beginning to wonder if, maybe, he was destined to be alone for the rest of his<br />
life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His best friend<br />
and fellow Moonstruck Pack member, Ryan, walked up to him, interrupting his<br />
scowling. Ryan had gotten a little more into the Christmas spirit, wearing a<br />
red button down and black slacks. Blake, on the other hand, had gone with a<br />
Metallica T-shirt that should have been thrown away ten years ago, a pair of<br />
rugged jeans, and his shit-kickers. Like hell he was dressing up for a party he<br />
didn’t want to attend in the first place. These people had been lucky he’d<br />
shown up to this damn circus. If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed up in<br />
his room, reading. Yeah, yeah, despite appearances and general “don’t give a<br />
shit” demeanor, he loved a good Brandon Sanderson novel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ryan surveyed<br />
him with a knowing twinkle in his eye and nudged him. “Someone piss in your<br />
champagne?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“This ain’t<br />
champagne. I hate that bubbly shit. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a<br />
Guinness. Poured it in this fancy glass so Alara doesn’t yell at me.” Alara,<br />
the queen of the Moonstruck Pack and one of the newest additions to their<br />
ever-expanding family, was the only reason he’d deigned to show up to this shit<br />
show. One, because she was a hell of a leader and business woman. In the past<br />
few months since she’d been here, she’d increased profits from the pack’s real<br />
estate business by fifty percent. Blake, loving the shit out of math and money,<br />
could appreciate that. Especially since he was the pack’s accountant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Two, he<br />
downright respected Alara. Not only was she smart, level-headed, and beautiful,<br />
she was into epic fantasy. After her mate, Nik, convinced her to binge-watch<br />
the entire <i>Lord of the Rings</i> trilogy<br />
and all six seasons of <i>Game of Thrones</i>,<br />
she was hooked to the genre. Knowing he was a big fan himself, she’d asked to<br />
borrow his wide collection of fantasy books. He’d happily obliged, and the two<br />
of them had become fast friends. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Friends or not,<br />
however, this was downright torture. But it wouldn’t be right, for political or<br />
friendships’ sakes, for him not to attend. Alara was one of the few people he<br />
considered a true friend. Plus, he was the pack’s accountant, and he loved his<br />
job. He wasn’t about to spit in their faces by not spending Christmas Eve in<br />
hell, er, at a party. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ryan was quiet a<br />
moment. “You’ve been holding that wall up all night. Gonna come talk to some of<br />
us?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Nah. People<br />
seem too busy sharing pup pictures and dancing with their mates.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ryan tried not<br />
to look ashamed. He’d found his own mate, Stephanie, about a month back. Blake<br />
had been both thrilled for his bud and disgruntled their bachelor evenings were<br />
coming to an end. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake rolled his<br />
eyes, giving Ryan a dry smile. “You don’t have to hide your happiness—or your<br />
mate—from me, man. I’m glad you found Steph.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ryan’s shoulders<br />
seemed to relax, and he looked out at the dancing crowd. They were in the<br />
parlor. The furniture had been pushed aside to make room for a dance floor. A<br />
gorgeous brunette danced with a group of friends. Her face lit up when she saw<br />
Ryan, and she smiled and waved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A stupid-happy<br />
grin, one that Blake couldn’t help feeling jealous of, lit up Ryan’s face as he<br />
waved back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He and Blake<br />
made small talk after that, with Blake checking the clock every couple of<br />
minutes. God, had time stopped? Shit, he loved his best friend, but he couldn’t<br />
take much more of this. Every second here reminded him of how alone he felt,<br />
and exacerbated his fear that he would never find someone to share his life<br />
with. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After a<br />
conversation about hockey, another of Blake’s true loves, Blake said, “Hey,<br />
man, I’m gonna grab another beer and get some air. Care to join?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A slow song<br />
started, and people went for their dates or mates. Stephanie started to<br />
approach. “Nah, man. I owe Steph a dance. Promised her before we came down.<br />
I’ll catch up with you later for that beer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Holding you to<br />
that.” He said “hello” to Stephanie before slipping from the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After snagging<br />
another beer from the kitchen, he let himself outside, onto the back patio.<br />
Nobody was out there. One, because it was freaking freezing, even for a<br />
werewolf. Their body temperatures ran hotter than that of a normal human, but<br />
cold was cold. And the air was practically subzero. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His breath<br />
fogged as he looked up at the stars, at the open sky, full moon, and silvery<br />
tips of trees in the forest surrounding the property. This place was beautiful.<br />
Always had been, even when it had sometimes felt like a prison during<br />
Malachite’s reign. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake shivered,<br />
banishing thoughts about that psychopath to the recesses of his mind. After filing<br />
those bloody, dark memories away in the archive of “Shit He’d Rather Not Think<br />
About,” he took another swig of his beer about the same time a husky voice<br />
said, “Taking a break from the glitter festival, too?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake nearly<br />
choked on his beer as he struggled to swallow and inhale at the same time.<br />
Whirling, he could barely make out the curvy figure standing in the shadows.<br />
Then she stepped into a pool of moonlight, and he forgot how to breathe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Holy hell. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She was<br />
gorgeous, like something from a dream. With curves that would make Marilyn<br />
Monroe jealous and long, satiny blond hair that tumbled over her shoulders in<br />
waves, she looked like a siren come to steal him away into the night. Her dress<br />
was black, shimmery, and skin-tight, clinging to her like a second skin. Her<br />
four-inch crimson pumps made her nearly as tall as his six foot five. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A wave of desire<br />
made his skin hot, and an assortment of lustful thoughts filled his mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Down boy. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Clearing his<br />
throat, he shifted his weight and angled his body in such a way he hoped it<br />
would mask any obvious signs of his growing desire. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Could it be a<br />
mating fever, the time when all a werewolf could think about was sex? Possibly.<br />
Then again, sex was usually at the back of his thoughts, especially since he<br />
hadn’t had any in the past two months. Work had simply kept him too busy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But now, in the<br />
presence of this dream girl, he found he couldn’t stop thinking about how soft<br />
her skin would feel or what her full, cherry-red lips would taste like. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="s5" style="line-height: 16.799999237060547px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); line-height: 25.200000762939453px;">Janda Gray’s a Lykoi—part werecat, part wolf—shunned by both sides of her lineage.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s11" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I calculated the distance from where I stood, hidden in the alley, to the bar’s entrance and figured I’d probably be fast enough to make it as long as the wolves were so drunk they wouldn’t notice me until it was too late. It was a long shot, but the only one I had. Wolves were quick, even inebriated ones. Their metabolism burned off alcohol within minutes of downing it, which meant my window of opportunity was about the size of a mouse hole. In my Lykoi state I was faster than a wolf—I’d honed that particular skill long ago with all the times I’d been chased—but I couldn’t go Lykoi. Paws didn’t lend themselves to turning doorknobs, so I’d have to do this the hard way. Nothing new there.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">I love finding new books that I love!! What a new take on shifter hybrids and the Hotel Paranormal anthology that features this story is the beginning of the series that follows the Sleepy Hollow Hunters series by Ms Queen. And I honk it's gunna be awesome!! With excellent characters that I can't wait to see more of, and some great world building and a pretty awesome romance, there's much to love her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">So Janda is a Lykoi- half wolf shifted and half cat shifted. Her pack sucks for her. So she made her life being a bounty hunter. She's great at her job and loves it. She does her job and keeps herself on target. Until her new target is Alexander. She definitely falls for him. Kinda hard to be a bounty hunter when you want your target. And it's complicated. And it's not love at first sight either. And along the way we meet some other awesome side characters that add a lot to the story too!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">The writing is well done and it is short and sweet since it's a novella in an anthology but it's still a good one. I'm definitely looking forward to reading more!! I'm impressed and want more!! 5 PAWS!!</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Bounty Huntress is a story about a young woman of mixed heritage who longs to escape the side-glances of the wolf pack she grew up in</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. When she lands a lucrative bounty hunter contract, she thinks her life is finally turning around. Soon she’ll have the money she needs to get out on her own, but first she must bring back her </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">werepanther</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> target from the hotel where he’</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">s hiding. </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The hotel is in an alternate dimension—one where time isn’</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">t the same as her normal world—and her stay there becomes more complex than she intended. After meeting her handsome target, </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">she’s smitten and must decide if the love she has for him is worth risking everything to help him.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">My first novel was a thriller that was inspired by a quilt I had been working on, as well as the idea of a woman who suffered from a brain tumor that severely altered her personality. She became obsessed with completing the quilt by using fabric from the clothing of those she murdered. That book has not been published, but it was a great writing experience.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I’m a bit biased with this one because I went to school with some amazing writers. I love KW Taylor’s time travel novel</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Curiosity Killers</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. Also, Traci Douglass has a couple </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">of </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">awesome romance lines. </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Rebecca Halsey did a great jazz age romance called </span></span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Notes of Temptation</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Then there’s Carrie Gessner’s fantasy </span></span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Dying of the Golden Day</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">.</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">At the moment I’m reading </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Cara </span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">McKinnon</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">’s</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> series </span></span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Faye of Sky</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> that I’m really enjoying.</span></span><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> I could go on with this, but you get the idea.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s6" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.600000381469727px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;">Suzanne Johnson's "strong and intriguing" (Publishers Weekly) urban fantasy series continues with Belle Chasse. The Sentinels of New Orleans series has earned starred reviews from Library Journal ("a resourceful heroine who relies on her magical ingenuity") and PW ("vivid...a lively tale jam-packed with action, magic, and intriguing plot twists").</span></span></div>
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<span class="s6" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15.600000381469727px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;">With no one on the throne, Faerie is in chaos, with rival princes battling for power. The still-undead pirate, Jean Lafitte, is building his own army of misfits, and DJ stripped of her job and hiding in the Beyond to avoid the death sentence handed down by the wizard Council of Elders can’t get anywhere near her beloved New Orleans or her significant something-or-other, Alex.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s5" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I expected Christof to start a snowstorm above Rand’s head. What I didn’t expect was for the prince to lower his head and charge Rand like a raging bull, head-butting him in the midsection. They hit the ground, and I saw my chance at the same time Eugenie spotted me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span class="s5" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I grabbed Eugenie’s arm and pulled her around a marble stag the size of a small SUV. It had lowered its head and pawed the ground as if to charge. Blue Congress magic was so damned cool— create and re-create.</span></span></div>
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<b>My Review </b></div><div class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10px;"><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Yes!!!! We jump right in from the last book and man I was dying for this one!!! There's a war coming and DJ is right in the middle. DJ is staying with Jean Lafitte in the beyond. The sentinels aren't happy. Christof and Florian have the faerie throne. And the beyond is her only safe place right now, without Alex. And the battle begins and everything goes hay wire. Everyone seems to chose a side. And even the weather is changing. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Man, DJ is my hero. I love her and everything about her. And she's even got some new skills. I'm trying not to give away spoilers but her best friend is now in deep trouble and DJ wants to protect her. Alex is in the living Nola without DJ and she's with our favorite werewolf pirate and merman. And we can't forget Charlie :) </span></p>
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>by</strong> Dawn Chartier</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><em>Vieux Carré Witch Sister #3</em></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>Publication Date:</strong> November 7, 2016</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>Genres:</strong> Adult, Entangled: Covet, Paranormal Romance</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Synopsis:</strong> Rose Morgeaux is a healer, not a killer, so training to fight is the last thing she wants to do. And if going against everything she believes in isn’t bad enough, she has to do it with the eyes of the dark and handsome Callahan McCray on her back.</span><span style="color: black;">Cal’s seen the work of Warlocks firsthand when one killed his brother a year ago, so Rose’s hybrid heritage is all the reason he needs to stay away. Teaching her to throw a knife was not on his agenda, but neither was falling for her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">When Rose begins to pay a heavy price for her passions, Cal’s love must be enough to save her from herself and keep her from following in her grandfather’s dark footsteps.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Synopsis: </strong><i>He's found himself a wicked witch...</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Brye Morgeaux is a half-witch, half-warlock who always relied on her beauty—especially when it came men. After a run-in with a particularly vicious warlock, Brye's face is left scarred, forcing her to look to who she is on the inside. And what Brye finds is darker than anything she'd imagined...</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Then she's handed a terrible ultimatum—join the warlock clan, or watch her family die.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Josh Copeland has known the Morgeaux family for years, and has been waiting for the time when Brye would see him as something—anything—more than a friend. As she battles darkness from within and without, he realizes the woman he loves might just be her own worst, wicked enemy. Now Josh must find a way to show Brye who she really is...before she kills <i>him</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Contractor Storm Morgeaux is trying to keep her business afloat and not sleep with the hot-'n'-sexy new client, Dr. Nathan Davis. Adding to her troubles is the fact she accidentally released a series of dark spells. Now evil warlocks are after her family, and she has no idea who she can trust.</span><br />
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Blood and Magic #3<br>
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Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy, Magic, Vampires <br>
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Publication date: September 30th 2016<br>
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Aria's pyrokinetic ability has always been hard to control, and being pulled in so many directions, isn't making it any easier. <br>
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Now she has to help Inarus, a foe turned friend who is being targeted by the Human Alliance Corporation-the very organization he once worked for.<br>
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Danielle Annett is a reader, writer, photographer, and blogger. Born in the SF Bay area, she now resides in Spokane, WA, the primary location for her Blood & Magic series.<br>
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Coon Hollow Coven Tales<br>
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Date of Publication: 4-27-16<br>
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Number of pages: 380<br>
Word Count: 111,000<br>
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Eager to be on her own away from home, twenty-year-old Aggie Anders accepts a relative’s invitation to live in Coon Hollow Coven. Although she’s a witch from a different coven, what locals say about the Hollow confuses her. How can witchcraft there live and breathe through souls of the dead?<br>
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Aggie’s new residence in this strange southern Indiana world is a deserted homestead cabin. The property’s carriage house serves as the coven’s haunted Halloween fundraiser. It’s a great opportunity for her to make new friends, especially with the coven’s sexy new High Priest Logan.<br>
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But living in the homestead also brings Aggie enemies. Outsiders aren’t welcome. A cantankerous, old neighbor tries to frighten her off by warning her that the homestead is cursed. Local witches who practice black magic attempt to use their evil to drive Aggie away and rid their coven of her unusual powers as a sun witch.<br>
Determined to stay and fit in, Aggie discovers not only that the cabin is cursed, but she alone is destined to break the curse before moonrise on Samhain. If she fails, neither the living nor the dead will be safe.<br>
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A note to readers: the books in the Coon Hollow Coven Tales series are written to be read in any order. The series is about one community, and its residents may pass in and out of various books, but each book has its own unique and special story to be told.<br>
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About the Coon Hollow Coven Tales Series<br>
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The series is about a coven of witches in a fictitious southern Indiana community, south of Bloomington, the neck of the woods where I spent my favorite childhood years surrounded by the love of a big family. The books are rich with a warm Hoosier down-home feel. There are interesting interactions between coven members and locals from the nearby small town of Bentbone. If magic wasn’t enough of a difference between the two groups, the coven folk adhere to the 1930s lifestyle that existed when the coven formed.<br>
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Excerpt from Chapter One: The Homestead<br>
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A shove of my shoulder pried the rusty hinges on the heavy log cabin door loose. I flung my blond braid to my back and peered inside. Beings and critters, alive and furry as well as undead and translucent, flew, crawled, or slithered across dark recesses of the hallway, sitting room, and stairwell.<br>
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“You weren’t kidding. This place is haunted.” I shuddered and looked over my shoulder at Cerise. She looked perky as always with her dark bobbed hair and lively brown eyes beneath horn-rimmed eyeglasses. “Were those things relations or varmints?” I took a cautious step over the threshold to escape the blustery weather and unbuttoned my corduroy jacket.<br>
“Oh, both, Aggie. Ghosts of witch kin and their talking animal familiars,” she said and moved past me to lift sheets off the sitting room furniture.<br>
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I raised a brow, curious about what talking familiars were but was too afraid to ask. She didn’t seem to think they were bad, and I needed a place to stay.<br>
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Cerise dropped the sheets in a pile and wiped her dusty hands on her skirt. “Those sorts of ghosts are in all the homes here in Coon Hollow Coven. Maybe some animal spirits, too, from the surrounding woods. This property has at least fifty acres of forest. The ghosts are harmless, part of the family. At least no neighbors have complained, that I’ve heard.”<br>
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Eyeing corners of the parlor and the length of the hall, I wondered if I could ever get used to living with ghosts of people who’d lived here before. In New Wish, Indiana, where I’d spent my entire twenty years, we only had an occasional ghost. Usually lost souls who, for some reason, hadn’t found their peace before death took them. Most times, those folks had been tormented by darkness and experimented with black magic while they’d lived. Or so Mom told me, but I always thought that was just her way of keeping me in line.<br>
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I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I wanted a place of my own more than anything else, and not in the tiny town of New Wish where everyone knew me…or thought they did. They all said I was the spitting image of my Aunt Faye, with the same light blond straight hair, deep blue eyes, dark brows, and quiet personality. Everyone thought I’d grow up to be like her with a houseful of kids, seven or more. Fact was, they didn’t know me. I wasn’t sure I even knew myself. There was so much I wanted to learn and do that wouldn’t happen if I stayed at my parents’ home.<br>
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Cerise struggled to open the stuck window. “Aggie, can you help me here? Some fresh air might tempt a few spirits outside. This place has been vacant since my mother passed in 2009. We might find just about anything in here after five years.”<br>
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Coon Hollow is the setting for Witch’s Cursed Cabin, the second of my series, Coon Hollow Coven Tales, and there are a lot of strange happenings going on down in the Hollow as Samhain approaches.<br>
The Hollow is a fictitious small valley in southern Indiana, south of Bloomington. Somewhere in Brown County near Nashville and Bean Blossom, if you’re from around those parts. It’s Hoosier hill-country at its finest.<br>
The coven was founded on strict rules of adherence to lifestyle and customs that existed at the time of the coven’s conception, in the mid-1930s. The rationale: to keep the transmission of witchcraft from one generation to the next as pure as possible. Members dress in styles of that period and drive long sleek Packards, Studebakers, and Nashes.<br>
Several times during the year, the coven puts on magical events open to the public as charity fundraisers for their schools and eldercare. Witch’s Cursed Cabin opens with the coven preparing for their annual Halloween haunted carriage house.<br>
Here’s an excerpt of the night when the attraction is open only to coven members. Aggie Anders has just moved to the coven and is joining Cerise’s family at the event.<br>
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Dusk was changing to night, the gloaming time as I called it, with the sky ribboned in bands of blue-grays and inky purples. As we ascended the small hill that separated the two cabins, I pulled my hood over my head.<br>
On the other side, a group of black forms mingled outside, perhaps fifty, but the dim light made counting difficult. I glanced down at my jeans, happy the blue color wasn’t too noticeable. A chilling scream that seemed to come from the cabin’s roof made me gawk, wide-eyed.<br>
A hush spread over the crowd, and hoods turned upward toward the tall gable above the front door. Another scream pierced the air, this one more like the chilling, long wail of a banshee, which I knew signaled approaching death. And another shriek, as two dark shapes emerged from behind the chimney. One began the dreadful cry once again, while the other leered at those on the ground.<br>
Little Bud tugged on his dad’s arm and whimpered.<br>
“What is this I see?” A deep male voice growled down at us. “Intruders! You’ve broken the peaceful rest of the carriage house spirits.” He gave a guttural laugh, then shinnied down a trellis at one end of the small porch. From there, he rubbed his hands together while shuffling side to side as he scanned the crowd. His ragged cape hung in shreds around his hunched shape, and his death-white face reflected what little light the twilight offered. “Since you’ve awakened the spirits, why don’t you come in and pay them a friendly visit? I’m sure they’ll be glad to welcome you.” With a menacing laugh, he turned and opened the door. “We have guests of the best kind—willing.”<br>
A chorus of howls and yelps responded from inside, and the banshee on the roof gave a higher pitched cry.<br>
A small girl, no more than four years old, begged for her father to carry her.<br>
The ragged spirit pointed to a sign posted high on the porch support post. “Heed this sign well before you go inside.” It warned pregnant women and people with heart conditions to not enter. With the wave of his arm, he spun on his heel, and the crowd moved toward the entrance.<br>
“Looks like this year’s show will be good. Every year they try to top the last,” Cerise said and pulled me behind her, while Toby herded their boys.<br>
Inside, ghouls lurched near, guiding us up the front staircase. Real enchanted spiders dropped onto our faces, bringing plenty of squeals and some momentary lost footing on steps. While clinging to the railings to keep my balance, oozy slime gushed between my fingers. Faced with the safe scares, screams that escaped my lips immediately turned to giggles.<br>
Live rats ran the length of the upper hall, scampering across our feet. I was glad for my stiff-toed boots, but many of the ladies wearing dress pumps jumped a couple feet. One woman landed against me, and we both fell against the wall where arms extending from paintings held us captive until we pleaded loud enough for release.<br>
The wall hazards kept people close to the middle, regardless of the rats. At the doorway to the first bedroom, the floorboards gave way. Five or more in the line ahead dropped down a black hole, their screams reverberating after them. Bats flew up the open shoot and corralled us into the bedroom and the outstretched arms of a red-eyed goblin. His touch sent a sudden disorienting delirium through me, and I fumbled behind Cerise through a connecting hall that led into the next bedroom.<br>
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What happens to Aggie? You’ll only know if you’re brave enough to enter the coven’s haunted carriage house!<br>
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Flash Fiction by Marsha A Moore<br>
Hello! I’m Marsha A. Moore and it’s great to be here and share some Samhain fun! I’d like to share with you one of my very popular mini-stories from my collection of fantasy flash fiction Tea Leaf Tales.<br>
Tea Leaf Tales: The Necessary Practice Halloween Growl<br>
“Oh, come on, Grindor,” I pleaded for the third time.<br>
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“Not until Halloween,” he replied with a terse snap, his face stoic, his body frozen.<br>
“Just one pre-Halloween scare.” I climbed beside him and peeked over the fence.<br>
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“There’s a teenage boy walking this way toward your gate who’d make a great practice target.”<br>
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“Nope,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to knock me off balance with his left wing.<br>
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“It’ll feel good to do just one little growl.”<br>
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A whiz of loud pops sailed inches above my head, and I jumped behind my griffin guardian who spread his protective wings wide.<br>
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The teen burst through the open gate, gun in hand, and Grindor let out a horrific roar, so loud that my teeth rattled.<br>
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From behind, I winked at the boy with the bb gun, my five-dollar bill showing in his jeans pocket.<br>
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.<br>
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Of course, her upside-down position, bouncing over Lonen’s shoulder as he ran headlong through the palace, did nothing to make any of it easier.</span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">We may be in luck,”</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> Chuffta, her Familiar, reported. </span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“Yar’s magic is running low also. He’s sent for more priestesses to feed him sgath, as Gallia can’t.”</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> He paused to mentally cough at that. Oria’s Familiar had also telepathically received Gallia’s urgent message for them to run. As Yar’s wife—particularly a newlywed in a temple-blessed marriage—only Gallia should be feeding Yar sgath to fight the magical barrier Oria had erected to save herself from execution, and Lonen from retribution. But Gallia had only recently arrived in Bára and, unused to the city’s native magic, so different from her home at Lousá, she had not reached her full power.</span></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But Gallia was stronger than she’d claimed. As a sister in magic, Oria could judge quite precisely how much Gallia had been capable of channeling. Oria’s new sister had exaggerated her weakness—in a move shockingly disloyal to her new husband and against all expectation—to allow Oria to escape. If all went well, Yar would never discover the deception. Between his unstable temper and Gallia’s status in Bára, that could turn out badly for her sister sorceress. Hopefully, she’d take Oria’s advice and appeal to her and Yar’s mother, the former Queen Rhianna, for assistance.</span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I can’t imagine Priest Vico will allow other priestesses to feed sgath to Yar. It’s against temple law if his ideal wife is alive and well,”</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> she replied to Chuffta.</span></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Yes, but it depends on what Vico considers to be ‘well.’”</span></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She framed a reply—speaking mentally took concentration—then grunted in pain as Lonen ducked around a corner, the sudden shift in direction making his shoulder dig into her belly. It looked so much more romantic in the illustrations. In reality, being carried off over a barbarian’s shoulder left much to be desired.</span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Sorry,” Lonen shot the word out between panting breaths. “Unavoidable.”</span></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She didn’t reply. Couldn’t. It would be handy if she and Lonen could speak mind-to-mind the way she could with Chuffta—and unexpectedly with Gallia—particularly under circumstances like this. He might not like it, though. At the moment, all of his considerable personal energy was focused away from her, no doubt on fighting them free of Bára. At least that saved her having to screen out his emotions along with everyone else’s.</span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">You are correct,” </span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Chuffta reported from his vantage, flying well above Yar’s group. Her Familiar seemed to be enjoying his spy activities. </span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“They are arguing about it. Yar is most put out. He’s losing focus and less able to fight your barrier. Vico is gently suggesting he check his </span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">hwil</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, which has not gone over well.”</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> No, Yar would not do well with the suggestion that he might be showing any loss of the crucial equanimity that allowed the priests and priestesses of Bára to handle their dangerously powerful magic. Loss of </span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">hwil</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> could be grounds for the temple taking back the mask that was their badge of office. With no mask, Yar could not be king. Could she somehow use that to her advantage—push Yar into losing </span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">hwil</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> entirely?</span></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">No, Oria.”</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> Chuffta’s mind-voice was both sorrowful and deadly earnest. </span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“Without your mask, you cannot be queen either. And now that they know you can use grien, your life would be forfeit, regardless. It’s not worth the risk.”</span></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It might be, though. If only to save Bára and Dru both from the devastation that would be Yar’s rule.</span></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I won’t let you sacrifice yourself. Neither will Lonen,”</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Chuffta added.</span></span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 2.4;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span></span><span class="s5" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I’m already regretting that I encouraged you two to become friends,”</span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> she grumbled.</span></span></span></p></div>
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She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. </span></span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: justify;"><a name="_GoBack"></a><a name="_GoBack"></a></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/category/books/?series=covenant-of-thorns"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">A Covenant of Thorns</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">; the contemporary BDSM novellas of the </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/category/books/?series=facets-of-passion"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Facets of Passion</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">; an erotic contemporary serial novel, </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/category/books/?series=master-of-the-opera-e-serial"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Master of the Opera</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">; and the erotic romance trilogy, </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/category/books/?series=falling-under"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Falling Under</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, which includes </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/going-under/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Going Under</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/under-his-touch/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Under His Touch</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> and </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/under-contract-2/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Under Contract</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. </span></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Her award-winning fantasy romance trilogy </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/category/books/?series=twelve-kingdom"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Twelve Kingdoms</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> hit the shelves starting in May 2014. Book 1, </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/the-mark-of-the-tala/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Mark of the Tala</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, received a starred Library Journal review and was nominated for the </span></span><a href="http://www.rtbookreviews.com/award/2014/rt-book-year"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">RT Book of the Year</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> while the sequel, </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/tears-of-the-rose/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Tears of the Rose</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> received a Top Pick Gold and was nominated for </span></span><a href="http://www.rtbookreviews.com/award/2014/fantasy-romance"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Fantasy Romance o</span></span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">f 2014</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. The third book, </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/the-talon-of-the-hawk/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Talon of the Hawk</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, won </span></span><a href="http://www.rtbookreviews.com/blog/88345/announcing-2015-rt-reviewers-choice-and-career-achievement-awards-winners"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Fantasy Romance of 2015</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. Two more books followed in this world, beginning the spin-off series </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/category/books/?series=the-uncharted-realms"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Uncharted Realms</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, with </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/pages-of-the-mind/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Pages of the Mind</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> in May 2016 and </span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/the-edge-of-the-blade/"><span class="s6" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px; font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The Edge of the Blade</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> in December 2016. </span></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.</span></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Jeffe can be found online at her website:</span></span><a href="http://www.jeffekennedy.com/"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> JeffeKennedy.com</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, every Sunday at the popular </span></span><a href="https://sffseven.blogspot.com/"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">SFF Seven blog</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, on </span></span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Author.Jeffe.Kennedy"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Facebook</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, on </span></span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1014374.Jeffe_Kennedy"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Goodreads</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> and pretty much constantly on Twitter </span></span><a href="https://twitter.com/jeffekennedy"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">@jeffekennedy</span></span></a><span class="s4" style="line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. 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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836570078643224765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240049116642634904.post-47515246241886985412016-10-28T08:37:00.002-05:002016-10-28T08:40:01.284-05:00DAWN OF THE VIE IMMORTAL ALIENS BOOK ONE By Laura Diamond<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w_Bq5YCzaKT_EP1AiSJ7j9H2hj6u7dCAB9U2scnlSES20KHvDGSA839Gm2Fch_t8j2Bdy1Spa3v11qrxRlJqOs9VaeZCUCm2u81nwQU6Th2EMLcWvJQkuW8b0zoeLmaig6g0BMcNFEM/s640/blogger-image-2107572224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w_Bq5YCzaKT_EP1AiSJ7j9H2hj6u7dCAB9U2scnlSES20KHvDGSA839Gm2Fch_t8j2Bdy1Spa3v11qrxRlJqOs9VaeZCUCm2u81nwQU6Th2EMLcWvJQkuW8b0zoeLmaig6g0BMcNFEM/s640/blogger-image-2107572224.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh176VTsVM1TBnMVqad0AhRjkf_78VMiWNzJ86seggxqRGlxXglwJJUHUjk3VwZHwWkKJVBIyezpsw-fCGyRuMhQBzLbB7LekEAPEHYCdOHFbAUU3w1K1S8XSOhBSx_uoseQTqj86LBQBc/s640/blogger-image--1956275666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh176VTsVM1TBnMVqad0AhRjkf_78VMiWNzJ86seggxqRGlxXglwJJUHUjk3VwZHwWkKJVBIyezpsw-fCGyRuMhQBzLbB7LekEAPEHYCdOHFbAUU3w1K1S8XSOhBSx_uoseQTqj86LBQBc/s640/blogger-image--1956275666.jpg"></a></div><br>
DAWN OF THE VIE<br>
IMMORTAL ALIENS<br>
BOOK ONE<br>
Laura Diamond<br>
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Genre: Young Adult scifi/dystopian<br>
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Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press<br>
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Date of Publication: October 3, 2016<br>
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Number of pages: 320 approx<br>
Word Count: 80,000<br>
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Cover Artist: Curiosity Quills<br>
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Book Description:<br>
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Since their Arrival less than 30 years ago, immortal Vie rule the planet like the super-predators they are. Enslaved humans are their servants…their entertainment…and their food. Anemies—humans with various types of anemia—are simply exterminated. Their nutritionally deficient blood is useless to the Vie.<br>
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Or so it’s thought…<br>
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Alex, an Elite Vie, is a bit of a Renaissance Alien. Part scientist, part Raid Specialist, part drug addict, he knows Anemie blood is valuable. Rather than blindly carrying out his boss’s kill order, he convinces some colleagues to spare a few Anemies, not only for study, but also to reserve a secret stock.<br>
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The more Anemie blood Alex drinks, the more he slips into delusion, and the more his double life threatens to crumble. But quitting Anemie blood is not an option. Every Anemie has their own personal flavor. Each gives a unique high.<br>
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When Alex takes a hit of Justin’s blood, his hallucinations bleed into reality…<br>
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Anemie Justin knows his little sister, Sammie, and he are living past their expiration dates. It becomes a guarantee when they’re bitten by a Vie named Alex during a raid. (The bite is fatal, thanks to a toxin carried in Vie saliva.) Alex adds insult to injury by promising Justin a second chance—an antidote in exchange for agreeing to be a lab rat.<br>
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And a mule…of his own blood.<br>
When Justin says no, Alex takes off with Sammie.<br>
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All Justin has to do is find them, beat Alex, and cure himself and Sammie. All he has is a stake and serious lack of self-preservation.<br>
No problem.<br>
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Alex wants Justin’s blood.<br>
Justin wants his sister back.<br>
GAME ON.<br>
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Excerpt:<br>
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New City, Year 75 A.L. (After Landing), Month 5, Day 17, late afternoon<br>
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I hated afternoons the most. Soon after came darkness—the time when a raiding squad could snatch you out of bed and drain all the blood from your body. It was amazing that any Anemies survived with the extermination campaign ridding the world of us red blood cell-deficient freaks.<br>
I gently squeezed my sister’s hand to make sure she kept up. Dirt caked under her fingernails like it caked under mine. The cuff of her torn sleeve had stains like mine. Her pant cuffs were rolled up six times… also like mine. A younger version of me—mouthiness and all—in girl form. Unlike me, Sammie tended to dawdle, and since we held onto the last rung of the society ladder by the tips of our fingers, giving in to distraction could get us hurt—or killed.<br>
My gaze jumped to the pale, indifferent sky then jittered to the partially constructed biodome edge as I walked. Large, clear panels filled the metal framework in a beehive of hexagons. Eventually, the damn thing would cover the entire city, including the river surrounding the island and part of the ocean capping the south side. The project had been progressing since before I was born.<br>
Once the construction workers completed the biodome, Vie wouldn’t have to fear the destructive UV rays of our sun and could wander freely during the day. We’d have no safe period whatsoever. Vie could get us any time.<br>
As soon as that thought entered my mind, I snapped my attention to the cracked sidewalk. More Anemies than usual filled the streets today, and I needed to be on high alert. At noon, we’d compete for the rations served by tranced human slaves. Most Vie wanted Anemies extinct, but the New City Association for Anemie Rights—NCAAR—fought for us. And by fighting for us, I meant they gave us nearly rotten leftovers, lab-made food, and water pellets. Vie members of the NCAAR—who somehow remained anonymous in spite of everyone knowing what the organization did—knew we Anemies kept on the move and we didn’t carry much with us, so they designed food and water pellets to fit in our pockets. The pellets also lasted a week or more, depending on how strictly you rationed them.<br>
I snorted. Vie had no idea what it was like to look up, down, left, right, ahead, behind, sideways all the time and all at once. They couldn’t comprehend fearing the vulnerability of sleep (yes, I’ve fallen asleep with my eyes open; Sammie screeched, thinking I’d died). The sensation of constant hunger never tortured them. As advanced beings, they’d evolved past such things.<br>
“What’s so funny, Justin?” Sammie’s little voice barely carried over the growing crowd. She tugged my arm, the force of it little more than the peck of a baby pigeon’s beak.<br>
“Nothing, just something stuck in my throat.” I craned my neck, searching for a safe place for Sammie to wait.<br>
She’d be trampled if I dragged her along with me into the mess of emaciated, dirty bodies.<br>
About half a block away stood a three-story row house with wide, concrete stairs. The bricks had crumbled in sections, and large cracks fissured along the mortar. Vie construction efforts would move north at some point to smash this and other buildings down and replace them with gleaming skyscrapers. For now, the northern section of New City slowly yielded to ruin.<br>
Soon after their Arrival, Vie had destroyed the outer boroughs, torching houses, buildings—whatever humans had constructed. They called it part of their Cleansing. Forests had grown up in those once-urban areas. I longed to return there. To be free of terror. To be free of Vie. Then I reminded myself it would never be true. They’d moved in and taken over, reshaping the world into their vision of perfection.<br>
Sammie and I didn’t fit in their world. But we had to live in it.<br>
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The Multimedia Angle—The Use of Journals, Videos, and Book Quotes In Books by Laura Diamond<br>
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Part of what made IMMORTAL ALIENS: DAWN OF THE VIE a blast to write was the multimedia aspect I developed for the story. The book takes place in a dystopian future where immortal alien vampires called Vie have taken over the planet. They’re slowly restructuring what was once New York City, dubbing it New City. They’re building a UV blocking biodome, because, despite their immortality gifted by a DNA-altering vaccine called Vitalus Sustennus, Earth’s sun does irreparable damage to them.<br>
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They’ve also enslaved humans, using them not only as a food source, but as test subjects, errand runners, and even concubines.<br>
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A certain population of humans—those with various forms of anemia—are useless to Vie because their blood does not provide the same nutritional value as those with normal blood. As a result, Anemies are being hunted and exterminated.<br>
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A majority of the book is from the perspective of a teen Anemie, Justin, who finds out his blood does something that no one else’s so far has done—it ages Vie! He carries the potential of a lethal, biological weapon that humans can use against Vie to win back the planet.<br>
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In order to fully paint the picture of this sci-fi/dystopian landscape, I’ve included excerpts of The Book of Vie, a book that contains prophetical information about the Bringer of Death, the harbinger of Vie downfall.<br>
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Excerpt from The Book of Vie:<br>
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With their glorious Arrival, immortal Vie inherited the earth to rule with absolute power. Enslaved mortals, tormented by their bloodthirsty masters, abandoned hope and bore the yoke of submission without protest. The lowest of the low, the outcasts among outcasts, begged for mercy, but the immortals denied them. Then one day a mortal was born among them with the power to break the curse, free all mortals, and bring the gift of death.<br>
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I’ve also included journal excerpts of Justin’s nemesis, Alex (Alejandro Reyes), an Elite Vie scientist who leads extermination raids to weed out the lingering Anemie population, who performs experiments on humans and Anemies alike, and who uses Anemie blood as a drug (because of its lack of healthy red blood cells, it makes any Vie who drinks it high, similar to any illicit drug), while also trying to atone for his sins by leading a group whose mission is to protect Anemies. Yep, the quintessential “bad guy” is trying to do some good.<br>
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Excerpt of Alejandro Reyes Journal:<br>
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Journal of Alejandro Reyes<br>
Date: Year 75, Month 5, Day 18<br>
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I found him.<br>
Then I lost him.<br>
Had we not been interrupted, I could have snuck him away, using his sister as a carrot. He seemed so motivated to assist her, even at his own peril.<br>
Perhaps I can still use her to get to him. He will no doubt be searching for her, as I will be searching for him. At some point, we’ll find each other. We have to.<br>
Everything I built depends on it.<br>
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And, considering the technological advances the aliens brought, I’ve included video transcripts of their version of reality TV, hosted by gregarious and charming Vincent Marks.<br>
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Excerpt of Vidscreen Transcript:<br>
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VIDSCREEN TRANSCRIPT FOR VINCENT MARKS<br>
Year 75, Month 5, Day 21, 12:00 PM<br>
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Good afternoon, fellow New City citizens. Vincent Marks here. Welcome to Action News 7 Twelfth Hour Broadcast. Today, we bring you breaking news of three Anemies who trespassed into the Commercial Laundry Service earlier this morning…<br>
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As a reader, I find excerpts of journals, transcripts, emails, newspaper clippings, even sketches or drawings lend a tangible piece not otherwise included in the regular chapter format. It allows a glimpse into the world the protagonist and antagonist is living in, outside of the viewpoint of the main character. It’s also a lot of fun, both to write and to read, and fun is such an integral component of entertainment, something I strive for in all of my stories. If you choose to buy and read IMMORTAL ALIENS: DAWN OF THE VIE, I hope you enjoy what I’ve created!<br>
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Quentin Black Mystery<br>
Book Five<br>
JC Andrijeski<br>
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Genre: Paranormal Mystery / Romance/ UF<br>
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Publisher: White Sun Press<br>
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Date of Publication: 7/27/16<br>
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ISBN: 9781370573745<br>
ASIN: B01J4AXZ8U<br>
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Number of pages: 336<br>
Word Count: 101,005<br>
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Cover Artist: Jennifer Munswami<br>
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“He’d be fresh meat here. And he didn’t have his sight...”<br>
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Black takes a new consulting gig with the LAPD, helping them find a contract killer who left a dead body behind the Los Angeles Theater. Despite Miri’s lingering fears after what happened to him during the last murder case he worked, he assures her it’s routine, that he won’t be doing fieldwork, that nothing could possibly go wrong.<br>
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Then, during his first night on the job at the Port of Los Angeles, all hell breaks loose and all bets are off.<br>
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Black wakes up in a nightmare he couldn’t have foreseen, with no way out and no idea how he got there. Robbed of his psychic sight, he can’t even call to Miriam for help, or use his abilities to figure out where he is, who took him, or what they want from him.<br>
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On the outside, Miri is frantic, working with the police and Black’s team to find him. She has even less information than Black… until a confession from her Uncle Charles brings her face to face with a much older enemy, the same enemy that may have killed her entire family.<br>
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BLACK AND BLUE is book five in the paranormal mystery romance starring brilliant but dangerous psychic detective, Quentin Black, and his partner, forensic psychologist Miri Fox.<br>
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Excerpt: Prologue<br>
HISTORY REPEATS<br>
ALARMS EXPLODED OVERHEAD, bells clanging. The sounds slammed into his skull like a rock wielded by a psychopath. Grimacing, he raised a hand to his eyes, though it wasn’t bright. Blood pressed against the bone of his skull, harder with each throb, like a beating heart.<br>
Even past the pain, he was groggy. He felt nauseous––that specific kind of sick feeling he associated with a head injury. But he might have been drugged.<br>
He couldn’t clear his head enough to decide.<br>
Either way, the specifics likely weren’t important. He got the gist. Someone clocked him good. He’d been out cold, at least a few hours.<br>
He tried to retrace his mental footsteps.<br>
The port. That asshole, Mozar, dragged him out to the port with his SWAT guys and Hawking and a few other detectives. It was supposed to be a simple job, advisory only. He was there as a goddamned consultant, which was humorous in and of itself.<br>
Then it all went wrong. Seriously crazy shit went down.<br>
Hawking... it all started with Hawking.<br>
He fought to think, but everything kept fuzzing in and out. He got details, fragments, but it wasn’t enough to piece together. He knew that might be the head injury too. He also knew––unfortunately, from previous experience––that he might have gone into ungrat, the seer stasis, if they’d hit him hard enough. If so, his memories should start filtering back if he didn’t get himself too banged up again in the next twenty-four hours or so.<br>
Unfortunately, he suspected he was in danger of banging himself up again right now.<br>
The knowledge came without words, without additional information.<br>
It didn’t come from reading anyone with his “psychic” ability, either––a term his wife, Miriam, still insisted on using, no matter how much he bitched at her at the inadequacy and fuzziness of the lame, New-Agey (and human) meanings of the word “psychic.”<br>
This was pure instinct. That same instinct told him, unequivocally, that he had only a few minutes to get his head on straight or he was in serious fucking trouble.<br>
Opening his eyes reluctantly, he looked around at where he was. That sense of danger started vibrating his skin, making it hard to focus at first. A different clanking sound came from a lot closer, ratcheting up that feeling of concern. He was definitely in danger.<br>
He reached out with his sight, trying to pinpoint the source...<br>
...And pain ripped through his spine.<br>
It was so intense, so completely unexpected, he let out a broken gasp.<br>
Then he lay back on the mattress, panting.<br>
Understanding filtered into his mind, then disbelief.<br>
He sat up in a near panic that time––but had to stop, panting and hanging his head when nausea overwhelmed him a second time. He lay on a thin mattress pad over what looked like concrete. He recognized the institutional gray, even before his eyes shifted to the bars and wire mesh that made up one wall of the cell.<br>
His hand went to his throat, a reflex he hadn’t had in years, one he’d broken in himself deliberately. When he first got to this version of Earth, he used to reach reflexively for his throat every time he woke up. He would feel around the full circumference of his neck, making sure, reassuring himself that he really had left that behind, that he wasn’t there anymore, in that world where his people lived like animals.<br>
As his fingers closed over the cold metal now...<br>
His mind fuzzed out.<br>
Then he was breathing too much, panting, half-groaning as his hands followed the thing around his neck, using both hands now, feeling around to where it hooked into the base of his skull. He winced at the pain where the prongs sank into the back of his neck.<br>
It was the same.<br>
Exactly. Fucking. The Same.<br>
He reached out with his sight––carefully, that time––and the collar shocked him again. It was a lot less intense that time, but it still gritted his teeth. And it hurt like hell.<br>
He let out a furious growl, then tried again.<br>
That time, the collar shocked him harder––hard enough to blur his vision.<br>
He sat on the edge of the cement bench, panting, so filled with rage he couldn’t think straight for what felt like several minutes.<br>
Disbelief flooded his mind a second time; denial blotted out everything else. He knew he had to focus on the danger he could still feel coming, but he didn’t give a shit. Rage and denial and disbelief erased the pain he felt in his body, the wounds he hadn’t yet catalogued but knew were there. He forgot his pounding head, reaching out with his light a third time, trying to see, to use his seer’s sight.<br>
The brushed metal collar shocked him for a full minute that time. That pain in his head exploded, getting so bad he couldn’t make a sound at first.<br>
He barely noticed.<br>
He tried to use his sight again.<br>
The shock that time nearly blacked him out.<br>
“No.” He spoke aloud without knowing he meant to, his voice a low, deep mantra after that first whisper. “No, no, no, no... fuck no, this isn’t happening... this isn’t fucking happening...”<br>
He yanked on the collar, pure instinct again, no reason.<br>
The pain that rippled up through the back of his skull that time did knock him out.<br>
He came to seconds later, groaning.<br>
Pulling himself off the mattress a second time, he lurched to his feet, slamming his head into a shelving unit above him, which forced him to sink back to the bed, letting out another low cry of pain. He gripped the thin mattress below and the shelf above, breathing through the blinding throbs at the base of his skull, fighting to calm down, to clear his mind. His shoulder hurt too, bad enough to reach his awareness beyond the deeper pain coming from his head.<br>
Once he could see again, he heard another loud clanking and looked up. He watched in disbelief as the heavy metal door set in the far wall slid open in front of him.<br>
Then, the rest of it finally fell utterly into place.<br>
He was in fucking prison.<br>
He looked around, taking in the scratched, metal-plate mirror, the metal sink and toilet combination, the table and shelf bolted to the opposite wall. A plastic television with a clear-plastic body stood on that shelf. Otherwise, the room was empty, stripped of life.<br>
Someone knocked him out, put a sight-restraint collar on him, and stuck him in a fucking prison cell.<br>
Looking down, he saw he wore royal blue formless pants, a white tank top. He had a bandage on his shoulder and one around his arm.<br>
He touched the collar again, tentatively that time.<br>
His fingers followed it to the back of his neck, where the prongs of metal burrowed into his skin, wrapping coldly around his spine. He touched the whole thing with both hands, still feeling that as the biggest point of unreality.<br>
It was definitely a sight-restraint collar.<br>
Was he back in that goddamned shit-hole where he was born? Did he fall through another goddamned door? He struggled against the idea, the rising panic that came with it.<br>
Then another realization hit him. Miri.<br>
Gods. Miri.<br>
If he wasn’t on that Earth anymore...<br>
But his mind couldn’t finish the thought.<br>
For a few minutes he could only sit there, breathing too hard, fighting to think. He looked at his body, at his clothes. As he did, the panic that briefly paralyzed his mind began slowly to recede. This was fucking-A real, all right.<br>
But he was still on the right Earth.<br>
None of this was right for his home world. None of it. He was wearing prison fatigues, but they were human. If he was back in that other world, they wouldn’t have left his hands and feet free. No way. Not at his sight rank.<br>
He’d be wearing organic or semi-organic binders, not just the collar. They’d have him chained to the wall. And no way in hell would they open the door with him un-cuffed inside. The door was all wrong, anyway. Back home, that door would be pure organic metal, possibly with a sliding view hole. Or organic glass.<br>
The cell would be dark.<br>
He would also probably be drugged, or hooked up to wires. He definitely would have been beat up more, not just groggy from a head injury.<br>
And yeah, the clothes were all wrong.<br>
Black’s rational mind slowly began to take over as he looked around the small cell. This was definitely what he thought of as his Earth. Back home, they didn’t house seers like this, even during Black’s time. Now they probably had even more sadistic tech toys to control people like him. They’d definitely have surveillance in the room.<br>
Taking another deep breath, he flipped over his arm, looking at his old race-cat tattoo. He found himself relaxing even more when he saw the skin unbroken.<br>
If they’d picked him up in the old world, they would have re-chipped him immediately. He’d had the old one removed as soon as he possibly could, about ten years after he first reached this world. Running his fingers over the smooth skin, he forced himself to take another breath.<br>
So he was still on the right Earth. The Earth where his life was.<br>
The Earth where Miri was.<br>
But how the fuck would anyone know to collar him here? And if they knew that much, why would they put him in with a general population at all?<br>
Well, unless they were trying to disappear him.<br>
Or kill him.<br>
At the thought, he rose shakily to his feet––more cautiously that time. He gripped the cement shelf as he got up, using it for balance. Turning his head slowly, mostly because of the pain, he looked over both sides of the room, reassuring himself it was empty. He knew he wouldn’t be alone in here for long, though.<br>
His eyes returned to the open door.<br>
He could already hear the sounds.<br>
Prisoners leaving their cages, joking, laughing, talking loudly, starting to walk the catwalks. Heading in his direction.<br>
New guy. He’d be the new guy.<br>
He again fought to pull his head together, knowing he didn’t have a lot of time. He couldn’t be found in here like this, half-blind with pain, clutching the collar and whining like a wounded dog. He’d been in prisons before. That had been in a different world, a different time and place, but some things wouldn’t have changed.<br>
Some things never changed.<br>
He’d be fresh meat here, just like he had been back then. And he didn’t have his sight.<br>
Welcome to the jungle, motherfucker.<br>
Welcome home.<br>
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Bangkok Halloween<br>
Guest Blog by JC Andrijeski<br>
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I’m an Amreican living in Bangkok, which means every year around this time, I experience Bangkok Halloween. Holidays are always kind of a trip when you live abroad, anyway. They were weird when I lived in India and while they might be somewhat less weird here, they still have a distinctly different flavor than they do in the States.<br>
I’m lucky living here though, in terms of American holidays –– Bangkokians love a good party. They’re also wide open to celebrating any event deemed interesting by the locals, whether Thai or not. It doesn’t hurt that there are a ton of Americans living here.<br>
I learned this my first Halloween living here, when I decided to venture out and see if I could find some fellow ghouls and goblins for some (mostly) harmless Halloween fun. Even though there wasn’t the full range of kids trick-or-treating on the streets or decorations in all the stores... there were a TON of Halloween bashes. There was even a Halloween street fair for kids and families, along with haunted houses, a big horror film event, numerous costume parties and other themed events at bars and restaurants for the more “adult” take of Halloween.<br>
Thailand has a big market for paranormal stuff in general, so I guess it shouldn’t be surprising. They have a yearly Comicon in Bangkok, and of course all the supernatural and romantic and action movies, as well as most of the television shows. My first Thai teacher was a HUGE Supernatural fan, (meaning the television show) and we’d often get totally sidetracked in lessons to talk about that, the Vampire Diaries and all else sexy and supernatural.<br>
Maybe that’s why I don’t feel too out of place here, despite the culture gaps. Still, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss Halloween in the States. It’s probably “the” holiday for a lot of my friends... and I really miss the kid side of things, and all the decorations and craziness.<br>
Also, in a tropical climate, you just don’t get the colors from the leaves changing or the carved pumpkins or fireplaces... or the fall skies. The weather alone is a pretty stark reminder of being in a distant land.<br>
Still, I have to say, I really love where I live. It works well for me as a writer too, so for now at least, I might just have to plan more visits to colder climes during the spooky time of the year...<br>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>FROM </b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Light-Noon-Onyx-Novel/dp/0425257150"><b><i><span style="color: windowtext;">DARK LIGHT OF DAY</span></i></b></a><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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characters from that book is Serafina, a demon familiar. Noon should have been<br>
more careful… Pandora’s box isn’t the only thing that shouldn’t have been<br>
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My hand shook slightly as I held the ball up by its chain to peer at it more<br>
closely. </i><span class="ITAL">There was a demon in there.</span><i> No matter how small, the thought should<br>
have been mildly terrifying. But instead I felt wonderfully intoxicated and<br>
numb around the edges, like I’d drank too much wine at a party. I looked for<br>
the button but couldn’t find it. I twisted and turned the ball, holding it up<br>
to the afternoon light streaming through my dormitory window, and finally found<br>
the catch. I pushed it gently with my thumb and the ball sprang open.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Immediately<br>
the intoxicated, numb feeling went supernova. Serafina’s signature made me feel<br>
like my body had been liquefied and then turned inside out to congeal in the<br>
cold. I suddenly craved warmth and this demon was the only source that could<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I stared at<br>
her, hardly able to reconcile her with a lifetime of imagined fears. Haljan<br>
myths and legends spoke of brutish beasts hell-bent on fury and destruction.<br>
Haljan paintings, bas reliefs, and statuaries also often depicted demons as<br>
cruel fiends and vicious monsters. But Serafina didn’t look dangerous. She<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She belched<br>
and stretched, glaring at me through two black eyes the size of beads. She was<br>
naked but it was no pretty sight. Her body, though diminutive, was bloated as<br>
though she’d died in the Lethe and been left too long. Her skin was a grayish,<br>
sickly looking green, and she rubbed her distended belly with one clawed hand<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But no one<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Curiositas<br>
was a fairly youngish demon living in the twelfth century, only a few decades<br>
old, when he met the gorgeously supple and fiercely feline demoness Cattus. When<br>
he asked her what she most wanted to do on their dates, Cattus kept telling<br>
Curiositas, “You don’t want to know.” But Curiositas, being Curiositas, kept at<br>
Cattus day and night, although mostly by night, because Cattus was nocturnal.<br>
Curiositas, on the other hand, was a day creature, all flecked with gold and<br>
shining brilliance. His preferred haunt was the Lethe and the two met at the<br>
docks every day at dusk.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cattus would<br>
stare into the great murky depths of the Lethe, searching for any sign of<br>
Curiositas. Sometimes her ears would twitch. Sometimes her tail. Sometimes her<br>
eyes would grow big as saucers and her haunches would wriggle in anticipation.<br>
Curiositas never fully breached the surface of the water. He liked to tease<br>
Cattus, as she teased him. He gave her glimpses only of himself: a tiny bit of<br>
fin, a stream of bubbles, a patch of orange gold twisting just beneath the<br>
surface, sparkling, shimmering, just out of reach.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>There’s a<br>
romantic version of the story the Hyrkes like to tell. Some nonsense about the<br>
two demons being doomed lovers. But that’s not the version I was told, nor is<br>
it the version I believe. Unlike the Hyrkes, I don’t have any romantic notions<br>
about demons. They’re much worse than Maegesters. </i><span class="ITAL">Much</span><i>. And that’s<br>
why I know—although I wish I didn’t—what Cattus most wanted to do with<br>
Curiositas. And that’s why I believe the version that puts an end to Cattus’<br>
hunger.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ivy, my Hyrke<br>
roommate, never gets my version of the story.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Ends Cattus’<br>
hunger?” she always asks, frowning and exasperated. “What does that mean? Did<br>
Cattus finally catch Curiositas? Or did Curiositas really kill her?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>FROM </b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/White-Heart-Justice-Noon-Novel/dp/0425257177"><b><i><span style="color: windowtext;">WHITE HEART OF JUSTICE</span></i></b></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The barghests looked as horrible as their food. Only<br>
in the vaguest sense did they resemble dogs. They had four legs, a tail, claws,<br>
and jaws full of sharp canine teeth. But barghests are to dogs the way drakons<br>
are to bats. First off, they were huge. Everything about them was bigger and<br>
meaner. On four legs their faces were even with mine. Upon seeing them it became<br>
easy to imagine a demon like Lilith riding one. They had barrel chests and<br>
wolfish grins. Their teeth were as large as horns and their paws four times the<br>
size of Rafe’s booted foot. And their fur . . . well, let’s just<br>
say seeing it on the living creature didn’t improve its appearance. It reminded<br>
me of long, thick, tangled rat fur. I shuddered and tried to reconcile myself<br>
to the fact that, so long as I didn’t get eaten by one in the pen today, two of<br>
them would be under my care by midday.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“So which of you is first?” Linnaea said, motioning to<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Do we lasso them? Saddle them?” Rafe asked. Hands in<br>
his pockets, he rocked back and forth on his heels surveying them. “Cast a<br>
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simple over them, but don’t start that way. In the beginning, all you’re going<br>
to do is let them get used to you. They’ll try to push you around. See what<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“I’ll go first,” I said, walking over to the gate.<br>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The upcoming fourth book takes<br>
place in Rockthorn Gorge, a bustling mountain town where so many demons live,<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Shortly after<br>
sunrise, we reached the rim of the gorge. Even though I stood on solid ground<br>
and there was no immediate danger of falling into it, my stomach dropped as if<br>
I had. The gorge was enormous – a near-vertical drop into a dark chasm hundreds<br>
of feet below us. At the bottom, the Acheron River was dry. I knew from the<br>
materials in my dossier that the river had been diverted during construction.<br>
The plans and specs called for the viaduct to be converted into a dam. Gazing<br>
at the wreckage below, however, I knew the project had once again been set<br>
back. Huge stone blocks and other pieces of debris were strewn about the dry<br>
riverbed as if they were toy building blocks that had been kicked over by a<br>
child with a temper. But it hadn’t been a child. It had been a bomber – one<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">All through the<br>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But standing at<br>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pocket Full of Tinder<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Noon Onyx<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 4<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jill Archer<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Genre: Fantasy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Publisher: Black Willow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Word Count: ~ 85,000<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Noon Onyx is back! In this long-awaited fourth installment, Jill Archer returns readers to the dangerous world of Halja, where demons, angels, and humans coexist in an uneasy state of détente.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Maegester-in-Training Noon Onyx feels like she’s done it all – mastered fiery magic, become an adept fighter, learned the law, killed countless demons, and survived having her heart broken by both love and an arrow, but now she’ll face her greatest challenge yet…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Far to the north lies an outpost famous for its unrest – Rockthorn Gorge. The town’s patron has specifically requested Noon’s help. Her assignment? Help the neophyte demon lord build his fiefdom and keep what’s his. The problem? Lord Aristos – Noon’s new employer – is her erstwhile lover, Ari Carmine, the aforementioned heartbreaker. And the number one thing he wants is her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When Rockthorn Gorge’s viaduct is destroyed by Displodo, an enigmatic bomber, killing a dozen settlers and wounding scores more, Noon sets off early to aid in the search and rescue. Ari is listed among the missing and the suspects are legion. But Noon’s search is just the beginning. Her journey forces Noon to confront not only those she loves, but also enemies hell-bent on destroying them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Some things can’t be mended, they can only be mourned…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The claw-and-ball had been chewed clean off. It lay on a patch of sunny parquet floor, just to the right of an antique, aubergine wool rug now covered with the splintered remnants of an eleventh century pedestal table and one very large, ghastly looking, somewhat repentant barghest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Nova’s head rested on her front paws as her gaze shifted warily from me to Miss Bister, Megiddo’s <i>dormater</i>, or house mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Megiddo’s lobby is not a kennel, Miss Onyx. That”—she motioned dismissively toward Nova—“<i>beast</i> can no longer be housed here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I opened my mouth to respond, but Miss Bister continued speaking, her tone rising only infinitesimally, her back as stiff as Luck’s lance must have been, and her expression just as hard. She pointed toward the previously priceless, three-footed piece of furniture that was now a worthless, two-footed pile of kindling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“No amount of money – or magic – can fix <i>that</i>, Nouiomo. It’s beyond repair. I warned you. I made an exception to my ‘no pets’ rule because you never cause trouble. You never forget your key; you promptly pick up your deliveries; you change your own light bulbs; you double bag your trash. You leave nothing behind in the bathroom; you don’t monopolize the washing machines; you are exceedingly polite to the lift operator; you don’t sing in the shower.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I suppressed a sigh. After a year and a half of painstaking efforts, harrowing experiences, and endless hours of education, my worth had just been measured by the fact that I could change a light bulb. I’d mastered fiery magic, become an adept fighter, learned the law, killed countless demons (one regrettably, the others much less so), freed myriad immortals from an accursed, tortured bondage, and survived having my heart nearly destroyed by both love and an arrow, yet none of that meant bupkis next to the fact that I double bagged my trash. And yet…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I couldn’t really argue with Miss Bister either. Everything she’d said was true. And who was I to tell her what she should deem important? I respected that she valued domestic order and antiques. I did too, if not nearly as much as I valued the thing that now threatened our continued access to such. I glared at Nova, who swept one paw over her eyes as if she could hide from me and the evidence of what she’d done.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It was mine – for thinking the lobby of a demon law school dormitory would be a good place to keep her.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I stared at the small, frail, magicless woman in front of me, trying desperately to think of some way to fix this problem. Wasn’t there something I could do, or say, or offer her that would make amends and convince her not to kick us out?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She narrowed her eyes, slightly suspicious of my now gracious defeat since I’d just spent the last half-hour trying to persuade her to accept various forms of reparation. But then she nodded, handed me a couple of paper bin bags, and left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now that supernatural creatures are out of the closet, Providence is descending into an Apocalyptic wasteland. With the abrupt shut down Blood Ops, Nina and Frankie are on their own to save Dr. O and the other supernatural prisoners from certain death. Not knowing where Demon Mayor Bertrand’s loyalties lie, they are forced to rely on some questionable allies to battle Leila, a powerful vampire/witch hybrid hell bent on creating a indestructible supernatural army. She also happens to be Nina’s mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Karen Greco is originally from Rhode Island and loves hot wieners from New York System, but can't stand coffee milk. She studied playwriting in college (and won an award or two). After not writing plays for a long time, a life-long obsession with exorcists and Dracula drew her to urban fantasy, where she decapitates characters with impunity. Steele City Blues is the third book in the Hell’s Belle series, after Hell’s Belle (the first) and Tainted Blood (number two). She writes contemporary romance for a small press under the pen-name Jillian Sterling, and has a day job in entertainment publicity. She does not speak in the third person all that often.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">My legs buckled and he snatched me into his arms, my head lolling against his chest. I breathed in the smell of leather, fresh folded laundry, and that pure, manly scent of Finn-ness. God, I had missed him.</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 30px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“Who…?” I managed to say, the words feeling like caked mud in my mouth.</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 8px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">He didn’t answer, but slipped me into his car and I sank into the leather seat, darkness eating at the edge of my sight. The purring engine lulled me into a daze, and I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, we were stumbling up the stairs to my apartment. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 5px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“I live here,” I slurred. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 12px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“I know,” Finn mumbled, his muscled arm propping me up. “Where are your keys?”</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 9px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Snowflakes collected on the crown of his head, his eyebrows knitting together. The curve of his mouth filled my vision, and my fingers slipped over the soft skin, tracing the delicate cupid bow on his top lip. His face softened, multiple Finns swimming through the muted streetlight.</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 13px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“Mmmmm…” I murmured, running my hand against the side of his face, trying to keep from seeing double. “Stay still.” </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 3px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">He placed a gentle hand over my hand. “Elizabeth, your keys. It’s freezing out here.”</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 11px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I brought his palm next to my face, brushing my lips against his callused fingers. Need burned through my body, and I fell against his broad chest, covering his mouth with mine with a moan. For a moment, he kissed me back, his hands pressing firm against my shoulders. The falling snow tickled my neck, sending icy trails down my spine, and I pressed into him seeking his warmth. He made a low sound in his throat. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 14px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“You’re drunk,” he whispered.</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 33px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“I don’t care.” I whispered into his ear. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 6px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Finn disentangled himself from my arms, and I slipped on a patch of ice, falling on my ass with a giggle. He leaned over me, patting my jeans in search for my keys. His hands strayed to my waist, tickling my side, and I laughed, grabbing his hands. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 35px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">He hovered over me, his hair grazing the firm line of his jaw. “Elizabeth, stop. I mean it. Where are your keys?”</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 18px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">He rifled in my coat, and something landed on the balcony with a thud. The book of Yeats’ poetry lay in the snow, white powder quickly accumulating on its worn cover. Finn made to grab it, but I snatched it away, wiping it off and sticking it safe back inside my coat. He stared down at me and swallowed hard, the tinkling crystal of falling snow the only sound in the silent street. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 22px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“Elizabeth…” He whispered, his hand brushing away a wet lock of hair plastered to my cheek.</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 18px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I shrugged away, rifling in my jeans pocket for my keys and threw them at him. A wave of dizziness washed over me and I curled up on the balcony, willing the snow to blanket over me, desiring nothing but to become the winter so I could sleep for four months and reemerge whole again. Stinging numbness gripped my fingers and toes, and I shivered, burying my head against my arm. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 10px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“Let’s get you inside.” Finn’s arm slipped beneath my shoulders and under my knees. </span></span></div>
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</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 32px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I stood up and stretched, turning to the cot in the corner. “Well, get used to it, buddy.” Finn grabbed my ass, and I squealed as he pulled me into his lap, the rickety wooden chair groaning beneath our weight. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 6px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“I could get used to these tight blue jeans, however.” Finn moved his hand down my hip. “They are quite flattering in a twenty-first century sort of way.”</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 33px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“I’m glad you approve,” I breathed into his ear, reaching back and placing his cheek close to mine.</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 14px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“It’s just that a lady’s skirts made it much easier to do </span></span><span class="s11" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">this.</span></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">” Finn wrapped his arm around my waist and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans.</span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 29px;"></span><span class="s10" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14.399999618530273px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I gasped, grabbing at his hand—to release me or plunge deeper, I wasn’t sure. </span></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 9px;"></span></div>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Colleen Halverson is a phenomenal writer and on my must buy list!!! After book one I was seriously in need of book two!! And boy did she deliver!!! It was awesome!! A fantasy that kept me on my seat edge the whole time. I couldn't put this one down!! And now I'm stuck needing book three lol!! </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Elizabeth and Finn are back!!! And now Elizabeth is in serious trouble. She's for a price on her head and Finn will do anything to protect her. Even if Elizabeth doesn't want him to be. Or so she says. But the two of them together is just magical. And her father tells her things about her mother that changes the rules. And there's new characters and plot twists and it's just so full of goodness!! Especially Malachy! Lol! With magic and mayhem and some seriously steamy moments between Elizabeth and Finn, I just didn't wanna let this one go! </span></p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836570078643224765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240049116642634904.post-23804941019585907142016-10-25T07:59:00.001-05:002016-10-25T08:03:31.536-05:00Of Fear and Faith Death and Destiny Trilogy Book 1 N.D. Jones<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbr44LX_uU8J8Gc_O3d-pBEJgwrn8RiI3REHdVpKE2bj9VCVdtvvOQ-YJKDI7ZUVL_GvW_QTEOaXo45lbEzO1MNoanoIN9OcKxOmm1os8KJouzGCD7Jte-qxbx-1rKEDTYAB_vvr2mrU/s640/blogger-image-896398823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbr44LX_uU8J8Gc_O3d-pBEJgwrn8RiI3REHdVpKE2bj9VCVdtvvOQ-YJKDI7ZUVL_GvW_QTEOaXo45lbEzO1MNoanoIN9OcKxOmm1os8KJouzGCD7Jte-qxbx-1rKEDTYAB_vvr2mrU/s640/blogger-image-896398823.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVzYc2T0iVf83_QH_aN8DyP-pnhgP6g7SqvAf-DRhpEDTotq-ORZYnmXed5eIEDy8gSY3ONtY_RhZfv-1LD3N8r4d7NGMKJnjx1ntkY8XjIjCzNYTFOuck9Nhh1ijjYyETzAId5MHBJg/s640/blogger-image--1172699409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVzYc2T0iVf83_QH_aN8DyP-pnhgP6g7SqvAf-DRhpEDTotq-ORZYnmXed5eIEDy8gSY3ONtY_RhZfv-1LD3N8r4d7NGMKJnjx1ntkY8XjIjCzNYTFOuck9Nhh1ijjYyETzAId5MHBJg/s640/blogger-image--1172699409.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Of Fear and Faith<br>
Death and Destiny Trilogy<br>
Book 1<br>
N.D. Jones<br>
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Genre: Paranormal Romance<br>
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Publisher: Siren-BookStrand Publishing<br>
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Date of Publication: July 22, 2014<br>
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ISBN: 1632583747<br>
ASIN: B00MTW85Q8<br>
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Number of pages: 288<br>
Word Count: 101,566 words<br>
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Cover Artist: Harris Channing<br>
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Book Description:<br>
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Before trust and love can take hold, grow solid roots, and blossom into a reality larger than self, fear must be conquered and faith embraced. Yet fear of an ancient prophecy, of burning magical power, and a broken heart, Sanura Williams, psychology professor, is unprepared when Special Agent Assefa Berber enters her life, hunting a preternatural serial killer. Assefa's intelligent, chocolate eyes and intoxicating aura signature stirs her fire spirit but frightens the woman.<br>
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In a world where all is not as it seems, Sanura and Assefa must battle the gods' first creations - vile predators who threaten the safety of humans. Each confrontation, each bloody clash, will bring Sanura and Assefa closer to fulfilling the prophecy of being the Fire Witch and Cat of Legend - the ones who will save humanity from the Water Witch of Legend. Death, godly magic, and physical attraction draw Sanura and Assefa to each other, but fear and faith will determine their destiny.<br>
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Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/g_QvkLjHEIo<br>
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“Come in, sweetheart,” the foolish man said, ushering the adze into his precious home. “Dear Lord, child, where are your clothes?”<br>
Before the adze could think of an answer or imitate the immature speech pattern of a pubescent human female, the stupid man hobbled away, awkwardly dragging his right leg behind him.<br>
Too easy. Her lips pulled back and over teeth in a satisfied snarl.<br>
Five minutes later, the sun-kissed man who smelled of fire-cured, dark-leaf tobacco returned, female garments fisted against his chest. He handed the clothing to the adze, then turned away, and mumbled, “I don’t know what happened to you, sweetheart, but no one has a right to take a girl’s clothing and leave her stranded on a stranger’s front lawn.”<br>
Weak. Compassionate. Foolish human.<br>
The adze sniffed and looked around. The library the human had taken her into felt like a wooden cave—dark, gloomy, confining. A perfect coffin. But where was the one she’d scented earlier? Where was the witch who would satiate her pangs of hunger, set her free? The transformation wouldn’t hold much longer, and the thought of draining the pathetic crippled human before her was almost enough to quiet her raging appetite. Almost.<br>
Not bothering with the lemon-scented clothing, the adze opened her mouth to speak. Inexperienced tongue glided over teeth, saliva pooled and fell. But no words escaped.<br>
But she didn’t have to. The man, whose back was still turned to the adze did, voice inquiring, trembling with anger over whoever was to blame for her abused state.<br>
“I’ll call the police. That’s what I’ll do. They’ll take care of you, sweetheart, make sure you get home, capture the swine who hurt you, made you bleed.”<br>
Ah, yes, the blood. Even after the transformation, droplets of the girl’s blood still stained her mouth, her teeth. The very teeth that were throbbing to push free of the human gums she now wore and press into the witch’s equally throbbing neck. The witch she’d scented from the air, from the gnarled tree, the one she needed to find and devour.<br>
The man’s fists balled, then fell away to massage the lame hip. And the adze wanted to laugh.<br>
All that righteous fury and you’re nothing but a neutered dog—leashed and bound and a threat to no one, not even the fleas that suckle from your inconsequential hide.<br>
The man’s thin shoulders began to shake. His head moved from one side to the other, short, curly gray hair emphasizing too-large ears.<br>
Without warning, the man turned and exited the room. But not before saying, “I have something to attend to. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back.”<br>
The adze growled at the closed door, ripping the green dress and ugly white shawl she held in her hands. Angry and impatient, she dropped the shredded pieces, stepping over them when she exited the library.<br>
She was tired of the farce. The blinding ache deep in her soul demanded release and she would wait no longer. A witch would die tonight, and her exquisite blood would soothe and rejuvenate her body, her life. The way it always did, the way it always would. But first, the adze had to find her.<br>
The house was dimly lit and quiet. The hallway was short but wide and the smell of witch mouthwateringly close. Lowering her head like a Basset Hound on the hunt, she followed the scent, moving soundlessly down the hall, around a corner, and up a carpeted flight of steps. The smell of fresh paint hung in the air.<br>
The adze paused in the upstairs hallway, dark-brown eyes scanning. Rows of angled pictures cluttered the walls like a mural done by a fool with too much sentimentality. Children’s faces smiled back at her, mismatched shapes, hues, and forms making for the most unlikely of family portraits. There was a toddler in a wheelchair, a teenager guided by a large, brown German Shepherd, a kid of indeterminate age sitting under a tree with the lame do-gooder next to him. The boy’s eyes stared vaguely at the camera, his wilted and misaligned jaw giving way to drool.<br>
The man in the picture didn’t seem to mind, though. His arm was wrapped reassuringly around the drooling retard’s bony shoulders, the glare from the sun shining off the kid’s bald head, reminding the adze why such beings were left in the woods to die. During her day, a time when adzes roamed unencumbered and were numerous in number, the weaklings prominently displayed on the Wall of Shame, would’ve been shunned, starved, or fed to ravenous giant rats.<br>
Running an index finger over the center photograph, the adze leaned in closer, recognizing the front of the house in the amateurish picture. And a sign she hadn’t noticed when she’d entered the home. But one that made her now smile. Children’s House of Hope. The adze wanted to cackle, to shed her human form and graze her tongue over canine teeth.<br>
Instead, she heightened her senses and renewed the hunt. There were five doors on this level, all closed, no light peeking out from under them—except for one, the wooden door at the end of the hallway, her destination, her café au blood.<br>
Reaching out with trembling, pale hands, long, ebony hair falling over forehead and into brown eyes, the adze turned the bronze-colored knob. The door gave way with a somber creak, and the delectable smell of witch blood filled her anxious nostrils, triggering the most ancient of responses.<br>
The man and—presumably his wife—sitting vigil, turned confused eyes her way when the adze entered the candle-lit room. A twin-canopied bed with pink and white ruffles and lace took up most of the bedroom. A white dresser and chest with hand-drawn flowers flowed like wild vines, merging with the pallid wall.<br>
The neutered dog of a man abruptly stood, placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder, bidding her to stay put, to allow him to handle the naked intruder. Again, the adze wanted to laugh. The man was impotent, a pathetic non-obstacle. But, oh, how good it felt to know her belly would soon be filled, no matter the sick stench wafting from the child sleeping in the bed, her human guardians too ignorant to understand that their deathbed ward was a witch.<br>
During her long life, the adze had tasted the blood of witches whose bodies were in varying states of illness, varying states of drug addiction, and varying states of good health. And while those—like the Baltimore girl tonight—whose body was free of impurities, the sweetness of the rich, thick brew as fine as any Napa Valley wine, was every adze’s dream, in the end, however, food was food. The sick and dying girl in the bed, surrounded by glittering white candles, wouldn’t make the Wine of the Year list, but, by the gods, she would do.<br>
“What are you doing in here?” the man asked. “I thought you were going to get dressed and wait for me to return.” He began to walk toward the adze, and then stopped, his face registering the first horrid embers of fear.<br>
And well he should, for the scent of blood, the pang of hunger, the whisper of animal instinct had the adze in its grip, transforming her. Human skin and limp hair began to slide away, her true self roaring forth. Moon night wings and glorious fangs shimmered in the cloud of deception.<br>
A woman’s scream, followed by a ragged hiss from the man, was an elegant symphony that transcended time. And the adze smiled, her bat face as wicked as her soul. Her ravenous hunger exploded, the divine smell of fear fueling her craving.<br>
“She’s just a c–child, you m–monster, her parents—”<br>
Swipe. Scream. Thud.<br>
The drab, white wall had more appeal now. The shape of an imperfect red rose decorated it, not quite matching the flowers on the dresser and chest, the severed head at the adze’s feet an openmouthed soccer ball, still spinning but coming to its last blood-spurting rotation.<br>
A woman’s disbelieving bellow of sorrow rang out. The symphony reached its crescendo, then another flower. This one blossomed on the opposite wall, a matching pair. How quaint.<br>
The adze moved to the canopied bed and listened to the labored breathing of its occupant. Fair hair matted to sweaty head, eyes closed in somatic innocence.<br>
Dinner is served. She lunged in for her overdue feast. This time, however, there would be no wallflowers. No, this blood, this sacred elixir of life was too good to waste.<br>
And when the adze fed, she drank every drop, leaving nothing behind but a rotting corpse with hair the color of depleted sunshine.<br>
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QUEEN RISING<br>
A Short Story by N.D. Jones<br>
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LOVE<br>
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Ayana stood in front of her full-length mirror, examining the changes her pregnancy had wrought. Her breasts were huge and heavy. And Ayana didn't even want to think about having a baby suckle from them. Not, she admitted with a sensual grin, she ever minded having Brian suck them.<br>
Speaking of Brian, what was taking him so long to shower? Ayana was in one of her moods, and it had taken all of her composure not to do something about it earlier when the house was full of well-wishers.<br>
Strong arms wrapped around her too-large waist. "I thought you would've been asleep by now."<br>
Ayana turned in her husband's arms, then glanced down at the impossibly large belly between them. She groaned. "I'm as big as this mansion."<br>
Brian chuckled. "You're beautiful."<br>
"Only if you're into beached whales."<br>
"I'm into you, no matter the size."<br>
"Playboy charms, Ambassador Alexander, are the reason why I'm in this state."<br>
Brian led her to their bed, and they sat.<br>
"No, Mrs. Alexander, if I'm not mistaken, you were the one to seduce me."<br>
She had at that. It was the way of her kind. Yet it had been the human who’d stolen her heart so completely she’d had to have him. Had to make him her mate, no matter the sacrifice.<br>
He caressed her cheek, thumb gliding over lips and part-ing them for his kiss. Soft and gentle. "You're mine."<br>
"I'm yours."<br>
Brian kissed her deeper, feeding her supernatural craving with his sweet tongue. And yes, she was his, not just in body. In heart. In soul.<br>
Ayana wanted him, wanted Brian in a lusty, primal way that was urgent and all consuming.<br>
He pulled back, leaving them panting and unfulfilled.<br>
"I want to make love."<br>
Dark-brown eyes dropped to breasts that were straining against the silk gown Ayana wore. Brian licked his lips in un-disguised lust, reminding Ayana of the males from her island home.<br>
"You've had a long day, Ayana, and you're exhausted."<br>
True, but that didn't mean—<br>
"You need your rest, not a horny husband pawing all over you."<br>
That was exactly what she needed but Brian was laying her down and tucking her in.<br>
He was right, but that did nothing to abate her hunger for him. "At least hold me until I fall asleep."<br>
"That goes without saying." He snuggled in behind her.<br>
"You'll work tonight?"<br>
"I’m still editing the peace treaty between my people and yours. I have a couple of more ideas, which I’ll run by you tomorrow," he said, Brian’s subtle way of letting her know that business talk was also off the table for tonight.<br>
"No sex. No business. You're a cruel male, Ambassador Alexander."<br>
The hand that had been idly playing with her belly slid northward, found a breast and squeezed.<br>
"Just for tonight. Trust me, tomorrow morning, after you're well rested" —he flicked her nipple— "I'm going to have my wicked way with you."<br>
The sound Ayana made was half laugh, half moan. The male really did have the most exquisitely pleasing fingers.<br>
"Fine. Tomorrow." She settled comfortably, feeling warm and protected with him holding her. Just as she began to drift off to sleep, Ayana remembered. "We haven't thought of a name."<br>
Brian kissed her bare shoulder. "I know. I've given it some thought, but we can talk about that—"<br>
"Tomorrow. Yes, I know."<br>
"Go to sleep, Ayana. It can all wait. We have time. To-morrow is just a few hours away." He kissed her again, leaning up this time to meet her lips when she turned her head to him. "I love you, now stop talking and go to sleep."<br>
Turning her head, and finally admitting she was bone tired, Ayana allowed herself to fall asleep, dreaming about Brian, their baby, and tomorrow.<br>
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LOSS<br>
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An unknown amount of time later, Ayana heard the door to her bedchamber open. Brian was no longer holding her, alt-hough she still slept on her side. All the lights in the room were now out, the moon shining in from the balcony doors the only illumination.<br>
She didn't open her eyes, didn't make a single move as she listened to him close the door and come farther into the bedchamber. Ayana sensed, rather than heard, him walk around the bed and to her side. She could even feel his eyes on her.<br>
But the sensation of his proximity was all wrong. A cold chill swept over her, followed by an ominous flash of fear. She knew, with all that she was, Ayana knew it wasn't Brian who stood above her.<br>
The hand that smelled of long years of smoking should've surprised her when it slapped over her mouth and nose. But it didn't. She’d never known the scent of evil, but she did now. It smelled of sulfur. A demon stench that clung to the man who'd crawled into bed with her.<br>
"You're more beautiful close up than on television. Eb-ony skin, sultry smell, long, coiled hair. Such a pity. The two of us could've had some fun." Something hard with a circular tip pressed into her stomach. "But it seems your human pet got here first, creating this abomination."<br>
Abomination. Yes, Ayana knew some humans viewed the child she and Brian created in that way. She had neither cared about their hateful words nor their incessant rallies against the peace treaty. Yet this night, she wished she weren’t with child, especially a human child. <br>
This male had chosen well, knowing when a female of her kind was at her weakest. It was when so many of her kins-women were typically slaughtered. And the reason she’d traveled to this land, needing to protect her people from unpro-voked attacks<br>
Ayana dared not move, dared not open her eyes and let him see the terror she knew was there. Instead, she shut them tighter and prayed. Prayed that Brian would stay away, prayed that the human only wanted to scare her into returning home.<br>
"That pet of yours has betrayed his kind. Laid down with the enemy and given her his seed. We don’t want no goddamn peace treaty. And we don’t want your kind among us."<br>
Before she could register the pfft of sound, she felt the sharp stab of pain. Ayana wanted to scream out, wanted to roar, wanted to kill the human who smelled of smoke and sadism. But she thought of Brian rushing to her side, crashing through their door in a hurry to see what was the matter. And running into the killer with the gun. No, Ayana wouldn't cry, wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of using her to lure Brian into his malicious web of horror.<br>
So she stayed still and quiet, as quiet as the blood slowly seeping from her body, from the belly that was supposed to keep her baby safe.<br>
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RISE<br>
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Negasi eased from under the heavy embroidered com-forter and slid out of bed. Foregoing slippers and a robe, she made her way to her bedroom door and opened it—just a crack. But it was enough. Enough for Negasi to see a glow of light from under Ayana's door.<br>
She opened the door wider, took a single step into the dimly lit hallway, then stopped. Every atom in her body screamed for her to go to her daughter, to offer what comfort she could, to cradle her in her arms as if she were still a babe of two. But Negasi didn't give into the yearning. Instead, she stepped back inside her room and closed the door, feeling utterly, pathetically helpless.<br>
Negasi paced, as she did most nights after bringing Aya-na home from the hospital. But this wasn’t truly her home. Why on earth would Ayana want to stay in this mansion of death and despair? Thankfully, her daughter had the good sense not to return to the bedchamber she'd shared with her human consort.<br>
But sleeping three doors away from the master bed-chamber was small comfort for Ayana, Negasi knew. Yet she'd refused to leave, giving nonsensical reasons that Negasi didn't bother arguing against.<br>
Ayana spent most days either locked in her room or in Brian's library, where the male’s body had been found slumped on his desk—two gunshot wounds to the back of his head.<br>
Negasi opened the balcony doors, letting in the crisp May breeze. She heard flapping wings above her and soft feet patrolling the grounds below her. The guards were on duty—deadly and ravenous for human blood. They should’ve been there that fateful night, but Ayana had convinced them all that an entourage of armed sentries did not convey the right image for a nation in the middle of a peace negotiation.<br>
“We have to demonstrate trust, Mother, or the humans will forever fear us. To receive trust, one must be willing to grant trust.”<br>
Ayana had been naïve, thinking the heart of humans to be as pure as her own. Against her better judgment, Negasi had relented. Now Brian and the baby were dead and Ayana was nearly taken from her.<br>
Ayana would not be fine. She was not fine, and Negasi didn't know what it would take to save what was left of her daughter. And that was a sobering, depressing thought that just pissed her the hell off.<br>
Grabbing a key from her dresser drawer, Negasi slung on a white silk robe and exited her bedroom. A moment later, she was standing in front of Ayana's bedroom door, key in hand. Out of courtesy but knowing she wouldn't answer, Negasi knocked—four times.<br>
Using the key, Negasi let herself into Ayana's bedroom. Since the attack, Ayana had taken to locking her bedroom door, even when she wasn't asleep. Ayana had also taken to sleeping with a knife under her pillow, Negasi learning this the hard way when she used her key to let herself in one night after hearing Ayana screaming from yet another nightmare. She'd gone to her, but in her wild, blind state, Ayana had struck out with the butcher knife, nearly cutting Negasi's throat.<br>
Thankfully, Ayana hadn't been fully awake to know what she'd almost done. And Negasi had seen no reason to inform her.<br>
Cautiously, she entered the room, her eyes adjusting to the low light beside Ayana's bed. And there sat Ayana, awake and propped against the headboard, knife in hand, eyes as bleak and black as she'd ever seen them.<br>
Something in Negasi skidded to a stop, then began an Olympic race that had her sweating. She did not like the way Ayana was playing with that knife. She wanted to reach for it, but the way Ayana was holding it—close to her wrist—she did-n't dare.<br>
"Why are you up so late?" She took two steps towards her daughter.<br>
Ayana didn't answer, just continued to stare down at the blade, slowly gliding it across her skin, not cutting, not yet.<br>
Negasi's heart sped up, fists clenched.<br>
"Talk to me, sweetheart. Do you think you can do that? Will you look at me so we can talk?"<br>
No answer.<br>
More gliding. A thin yet long cut across her wrist.<br>
Negasi moved closer still. Ayana didn't seem to notice, her eyes fixated on the blood beginning to flow from her wrist and onto the crumpled bed sheet.<br>
Desperate, Negasi said the first thing that came to her mind. "Brian died trying to save our people. He wouldn't want this. He wanted you to live."<br>
Ayana's head jerked up, eyes finally focused. And, dear lord, where had her sweet, loving girl gone? The eyes that bored into hers held the tortured pain of a reanimated soul forced to live among the living—with them, but not of them.<br>
"I should have died." The knife bit deeper. More blood. No tears. "I should have died with my family."<br>
Neither the words nor the voice belonged to Ayana. At least not the Ayana she'd raised or the one she'd kissed good-night after her baby shower. This was a different Ayana, an Ayana tossed into the pit of Hell and forced to claw her way out.<br>
"You lived for a reason. Please know that. The pain you're feeling will pass. I know it doesn't seem that way now, but it will pass. It takes time."<br>
"It hurts too much. So damn much that it chokes, leaves me breathless but cruelly alive. I don't want to wait for it to go away. I just want to go away."<br>
Negasi glanced at the knife, expecting Ayana to slice an artery and put an end to her pain. But she did nothing, just con-tinued to stare at her with haunted onyx eyes.<br>
"And what of the nation? Of me?" Guilt and love were all Negasi had to bargain with. She wouldn't lose her daughter. Not like this. She couldn't help her that wretched night, couldn't prevent the ugliness she'd been forced to endure. But she was there now.<br>
Ayana blinked. Good. Something was getting through. She kept going, unwilling to lose the slight advantage.<br>
"And what of Kayla? She looks up to you. She fell apart when you were in the hospital. A girl needs her big sister."<br>
"I—I."<br>
Negasi played her last card. "If you do this, then those murdering bigots will have won. Don't let them win, Ayana." She reached for her daughter then, took her chin in her hand and raised her face. "Don't let them win. Make. Them. Pay."<br>
Ayana said nothing.<br>
Neither did Negasi.<br>
Their eyes remained locked, and Negasi squelched the shiver that came with staring so deeply into eyes that suddenly glowed with demon fire.<br>
Almost imperceptibly, Ayana nodded. Then she smiled—not prettily, not sweetly. The only thing Negasi could liken it to was the look that came over hyenas when they had their prey cornered and afraid, knowing death was but a bloody bite away.<br>
“Do you know who harmed my family?”<br>
She did. Kayla and five elite guards had spent the last month tracking down, not only the men who’d done the vile deeds, but the entire terrorist cell.<br>
“Yes. What do you need me to do?"<br>
Ayana took a deep, measured breath. “I need you to ar-range a meeting with the World Treaty Organization."<br>
"I'll put Kayla on that. What else?" Because Negasi knew that was not what Ayana truly wanted her to do.<br>
Tears filled red eyes. "I missed their funerals."<br>
Brian’s mother had waited as long as she could, but the services had to proceed. No one, not even their healers, knew when or if Ayana would awaken from her coma. So they'd had the funeral for Brian and Baby Alexander—without Ayana. The thought burned as much now as it did then.<br>
"I have yet to pay my respects. Couldn't bring myself to go to the Alexander mausoleum. Will you go with me, Mother? Will you stand by my side when I say goodbye to my husband and daughter? Will you lie to me, just once, and tell me all will be fine?"<br>
They were both crying—silent and bone-deep.<br>
"And will you help me choose a name for my daughter? I was thinking Brina Negasi Alexander. Do you think Brian would approve of that name?"<br>
Brina meant protector, and that was exactly what Aya-na's child had done. She had protected her mother by taking that bullet, shielding Ayana with her tiny body. No wonder Ayana had contemplated suicide. Would Negasi do any different if Ayana or Kayla ever gave their life to save her own? Would she not too suffer from survivor's guilt?<br>
"It's a beautiful name. Brian would approve." She would have it inscribed on the baby's headstone immediately.<br>
Without a word, Ayana pushed off her covers, jumped out of bed and walked to the balcony doors. Swinging them opened, she exited the bedroom.<br>
Wings stopped flapping, feet halted their patrol, and everyone dropped to their knees, including Negasi.<br>
“You’re queen now, daughter. What do you command of the Succubi Nation?”<br>
“I only wanted peace.” Sharp, angry claws pierced skin.<br>
“I know, daughter.”<br>
“I only wanted the love of a good male.” Saber-shaped fangs dropped from gums.<br>
“I know, Ayana, I know.”<br>
“I wanted a child of my own to love, the way you loved Kayla and me.” Black wings pushed through nightgown, shred-ding the delicate garment into fine pieces of silk.<br>
“Now I only want blood.” The queen bolted into the night sky, black wings wide, red eyes on fire.<br>
“Justice,” she growled.<br>
Negasi and the guards followed, wings beating against the air in a deadly symphony.<br>
All Hollows’ Eve, Negasi thought, following her daugh-ter as the queen led her deadly army into the terrorist compound. The perfect night.<br>
“Revenge,” Ayana screamed, right before she sank her fangs into the man who’d shot her, ripping his throat out and drinking his blood.<br>
There would be no peace this night. The queen had risen, and it was time to feast.<br>
No seduction, just a demon queen’s broken heart and bloody wrath.<br>
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THE END<br>
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About the Author:<br>
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Charm City<br>
The Demon Whisperer<br>
Book One<br>
Ash Krafton<br>
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Genre: urban fantasy<br>
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Publisher: Red Fist Fiction<br>
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Date of Publication: August 23, 2016<br>
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ASIN: B01J42MO7Q<br>
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Number of pages: 174<br>
Word Count: 48,000<br>
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Cover Artist: Ash Krafton<br>
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Book Description:<br>
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The darkness is rising and one man stands against it: the exorcist mage Simon Alliant. But in Baltimore, he finally meets his match...a part-mortal divinity with the power to whisper away demons.<br>
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Simon Alliant is an exorcist who battles demons, whether he wants to or not. Sometimes it's not so bad...he gets to play with magic, after all. But for Simon, magic represents a demon of another kind. He's addicted to magic and it takes more than a handful of charms to keep that particular demon at bay.<br>
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Chiara is part Light, part Dark, and stubbornly mortal. The woman has a way with words: she literally talks demons into abandoning their human hosts. Simon thinks that's not the only trick she has up her sleeve-and that's pretty high praise coming from a mage like him.<br>
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As intriguing as that may be, Simon has too many reasons to distrust her...one of them being his more-or-less partner, an angelic Watcher. Amidst all the celestial warnings of the rising dark comes a new prophesy that makes him wonder: is Chiara a threat to him and all of mankind?<br>
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Or will she be his salvation?<br>
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Excerpt: CHARM CITY: The Demon Whisperer #1 by Ash Krafton<br>
CHAPTER ONE<br>
"You seem much improved, Mr. Murphy." The social worker folded her hands on top of his file, a fat many-paged collection of his previous ins and outs. Saint Berenice had become more than a temporary lay-over. It was starting to feel like home.<br>
Which meant he'd stayed too long. "Feeling better, sweetheart. Time I move on."<br>
"But you were extremely vulnerable when you arrived. I must insist." She shook her head, peering into his eyes.<br>
He avoided that burrowing gaze and stared at the folder. A photograph was paper-clipped to the cover, the name KEVIN MURPHY printed in block letters across the top. Dark hair, dark eyes. What his mom would have called "properly Black Irish", clipped and shaved like a dandy. He snorted a soft derisive sound, knowing that he looked nothing like that when he was at his worst. That's the picture they should have—rumpled shirt, straggly almost-beard, dark rings beneath gray ghost eyes, the magic still burning through his veins. On the wagon was such a school boy look.<br>
"Kevin." Her voice made him look up again. "For your own sake."<br>
"I'm not doing this for my sake. I'm doing it for yours."<br>
She bit her lips, a look of resignation on her face. "I think that this is premature. You feel rested, don't you? You look healthier. But it wasn't just anxiety that brought you back here, or the worry of a relapse. You are avoiding the true reason you haven't attained peace."<br>
"I avoid a lot of stuff. It's how I stay alive."<br>
"But your addiction—"<br>
"You don't know the first thing about my addiction." Simon regretted the sharpness of his tone but was unable to soften it. "Don't presume the answer lies here among your group therapy and your Jungian theories and your psychological voodoo. If I say I'm better, it's because it's as better as I'm going to get."<br>
A long silence passed between them. She'd never been anything but polite to him, even helpful at times; the game was different now. Truths were going to out themselves, truths that tended to drag everyone nearby down with them. He'd hurt her, just now. He couldn't prevent collateral damage but he had a duty to minimize it. Even if it meant he had to be an asshole to do it.<br>
"You have to sign here to discharge yourself against doctor's orders," she said, her voice heavy. She flipped open the back cover to a printed medical form.<br>
"I checked myself in." He took her pen and signed the bottom of the paper with a flourish. Kevin Murphy. As good a name as any, but he could never get the letter v right. Maybe it was time for a new alias. "I can do the same in reverse."<br>
The therapist sighed and closed the file. She pulled a yellow envelope out of a basket. Opening it, she tipped the contents out onto the signed paperwork.<br>
Wallet, cell phone, wristwatch, religious medallions, the wand. It rolled toward him and he snatched it up, shoving it into his breast pocket before collecting the other items. "Ah. My worry-stick. I was looking for that."<br>
"Kevin, I don't think a simple worry-stick is enough to conquer the demons inside you."<br>
"We'll not talk about my demons, sweetheart. Not when they can hear you." His smile faded, his eyes going glassy and hard. "Until next time, eh?"<br>
He snapped an about-face and strode out of her office, down the taupe-colored hallway toward the door, pausing until he heard the electronic buzz of the lock release. He left the facility, doors slamming shut behind him.<br>
The air was balmy, remnants of sea air tainted by traffic fumes as it filtered through miles of city sprawl. Ah. He inhaled deeply through his nose. The smell of freedom. Good to be out and about again.<br>
Then again, he'd had a similar thought when he checked himself in month ago. Shrugging, he straightened his jacket and set off toward the news stand on the corner. Freedom came in many forms.<br>
He hadn't made it to the sidewalk before a warm wind and the scent of clean linen surrounded him.<br>
"Simon."<br>
He caught the whispered sound of his real name and tilted his head toward it.<br>
His real name was nearly an unknown thing these days, especially after having played the role of Kevin Murphy, career mental case and junkie from Boston's darker side. He'd created the alias so long ago that he'd nearly forgotten the details of Kevin's manufactured life.<br>
If only his time as Kevin allowed him to forget his life as Simon.<br>
Looking around, he spotted a tall, pale man wearing a tunic and loose pants, leaning against a tree. Sandy brown hair fell in soft curls to his shoulders, framing a sculpted face that seemed unbeguiling.<br>
So out of place in modern Boston. If the dude wasn't careful, he'd get mugged. Good thing he was more or less invisible to ordinary people.<br>
The tall man straightened himself and walked toward him. A vague mist hung about his shoulders, trailing behind him like a shadowy fog.<br>
It would have seemed unnatural if Simon didn't spend so much time hanging about on the wrong side of nature. Odd mists weren't enough to put him off. They weren't even enough for him to mention.<br>
"Mack." Simon looked him up and down. Sandals. Another reason to mug him. He really needed to get with the times. "Long time, no see. What, you couldn't visit even once? Not even on Tuesdays? We had Taco Tuesdays, buddy. You really missed out."<br>
"You were trying to regain your sanity, Simon." The man's voice was smooth and melodious, a mild accent that couldn't be pinned down to any one region. Or millennium, for that matter. "I doubt visions of an angel would have helped."<br>
"Shoot, sanity. It was good old R and R."<br>
"Was it, now?" Mack pursed his lips, eyes brows raised. He had a very human-like quality to his features, if one ignored the ghost of his wings. "I thought it was…antidepressants and group therapy."<br>
"Well, the first week or two. But then nothing but spa days from there on out."<br>
"Mmm." The angel smiled, a gentle radiance that elevated his already-beautiful features. "A solid month of being magic-free? How did it feel?"<br>
Simon ruffled his hair. He couldn't lie, not to the one entity that had never lied to him. Magic and free never belonged in the same sentence. "Feels like I can use a smoke. Shall I buy my ciggies now or after we land?"<br>
"After. We need to get your boots on the ground right away."<br>
"I just got out of the looney bin, pal. Give me a moment to acclimate."<br>
Mack slowly shook his head. "There was a gathering at the Ladder today. Simon…the darkness is rising."<br>
"Why not?" Simon hung his head, defeated. "Can we just skip the Metatron light show and just have the down and dirty? They held my afternoon Valium and my head is splitting."<br>
"But you lose the surety—"<br>
"I've never gotten anything but the straight shit from you, Mack. So let's have it."<br>
"There is a…traitor."<br>
He rolled his eyes. Half of Mack's heavenly announcements began with those same words. "There's always a traitor. Why does this one get divine attention?"<br>
"Because it's an internal concern. A child of the Light has one foot in the darkness. It needs to be handled…delicately."<br>
"And you need good old Simon Alliant to be the heavy. Figures. Nobody else willing to get their wings dirty." He cracked his neck and spared a forlorn glance at the newsstand down the street. "Where, this time?"<br>
"Baltimore."<br>
Simon groaned. The original Charm City. He'd taken a great deal of ribbing from an old master about previous sojourns there. A man who used amulets for a living had no business in a city with so trite a nickname. "I hate being that close to D.C."<br>
"You can complain afterwards." The angel stepped behind Simon and wrapped his arms around his chest, emitting a soft glow that began to encompass them both.<br>
"I usually do." Simon closed his eyes, waiting for the pull and the drop.<br>
The power hit swiftly like freefall, pulling his breath out in a gush.<br>
For a moment, his essence was caught between two places, his molecules stretched apart, his spirit suspended in a void. Memory couldn't reach him here. His past couldn't catch up to him here. It was a perfect singularity, this being in the now.<br>
True freedom, the shortest lived of its kind. Yet the perfection of the moment was tainted. Tainted with a dread he couldn't outrun.<br>
He dreaded the inevitable instant this tiny reprieve would end.<br>
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Hi! Welcome to another stop on the Haunted Halloween Spooktacular blog hop!<br>
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I'm Ash Krafton and I'm a writer of all things speculative fiction. I especially enjoy writing novel-length urban fantasy…and recently I celebrated the release of the first book in a new series. CHARM CITY is about an exorcist mage living in Baltimore. Simon Alliant sees it all—angels, demons, and those who may be a little bit of both. On top of everything else, he gets to play with magic. Now, if only it didn't feel like a drug to him…<br>
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The story can be a little bit dark at times, but it's not horrific or hopeless. I like the dark. I like the shadows. Why wouldn't I? I'm the girl who thinks the ideal fictional boyfriend is Jack Skellington. (Makes trips to Disney fun for the whole family ;^) )<br>
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And it's all because I adore Halloween. <br>
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My enthusiasm for Halloween is long-established and well-known (just check my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/6--VFEHg8u/?taken-by=ash_krafton). I'm the neighbor who keeps Halloween decorations up year 'round, has a life-sized toy skeleton (named Napoleon) who accompanies me on long car rides, and who lives every day like it's Edgar Allan Poe's birthday. Halloween isn't a one-day celebration (or, in the case of someone who works in retail, a six-week event.) It's a philosophy, an attitude, a way of life.<br>
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I love scary movies and love being scared silly. I know 90% of it is in my head but I'm in my forties and STILL can't look in a mirror in a darkened room. (You know why. Her first name is Bloody and her other name is NO I WON'T SAY IT) My desk has, among other things, a skull in a jar on it (with pretty LED lights. It's festive) and I own more than one Tarot set.<br>
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But not a Ouija Board. Nuh, uh. That's bad juju.<br>
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I suppose my guests are a little confused by my office décor (and the Grim Reaper mannequin in the basement) especially since there is another theme prevalent in my home: Catholicism. I'm an Irish-Polish Catholic and for every macabre knick-knack there's a Crucifix or a saint statue or other blessed item.<br>
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I'm pretty sure it aggravates my mother, who has learned to choose carefully where to look when she visits and tends to stay in the kitchen. (No skulls in there. Not good kitchen aesthetic.) But she knows me. She knows how my brain works and knows that when I call and say "I have a new book coming out!" odds are it's going to be something she doesn't think a good Catholic girl should be reading. But she accepts it, in that way moms love even the goofiest of their children. I love Halloween. She loves me. It's just the way it is.<br>
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I've dealt with anti-Halloween prejudice all my life. In high school, I owned a vampire cape, and I'm talking in the pre-Lost Boys eighties. Nobody got it. In college, I discovered Anne Rice and assumed a safe place for people like me existed, after all, since the Humanities Dept. pretty much sanctioned vampires, right? Wrong again.<br>
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By the time my kids were old enough to attend the local parochial elementary school, I had just decided I was going to let my vampire flag fly. Too bad for the kids on Halloween. They could Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle all they wanted but the lady who ran the PTO Halloween party dressed like a vampire and wouldn't make them feel better by insisting it was a just costume. (I also had cultivated a rich throaty Mu-hahahahaha laugh that made first graders scurry out of the room real fast. It still makes me laugh all these years later. Mu-haha.) In fact, I still say they were lucky I limited it to Halloween. I could have dressed like that every Monday when I ran the school bookstore.<br>
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The teachers gave me a lot of side eye and probably thought, Oh well, she's a volunteer. Buy cheap, get cheap.<br>
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But that was their anti-Halloween prejudice talking. If only they knew just how Catholic Halloween really was.<br>
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Halloween's Nativity<br>
Many people associate Halloween with pagan practices, but that's really not where it all started. In fact, the connection people make between Samhain and Halloween is actually an historically recent development.)<br>
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Halloween began way back before the ninth century as an association to All Saint's Day, which Catholics observe on November 1. It is a Holy Day of Obligation which remembers all those who have been blessed in Heaven.<br>
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Way back then, they used the word hallow for saint. November 1 was, accordingly, referred to as All Hallows. That made the evening before, October 31, All Hallows Even… or, you guessed it…hallowe'en, for short.<br>
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November 2 was celebrated as All Souls Day, a day to remember those in purgatory (a time-out for those souls who hadn't behaved enough to go directly to Heaven.) But what about those not in Heaven or Purgatory? If there is to be a Day of the Damned, it needs to find a different spot on the calendar because one thing's for sure: it's not Halloween.<br>
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Oooh, Spooky<br>
What about all the occult aspects of the holiday?<br>
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The idea of the occult is Catholic, too, as it's based on our belief in the afterlife. During Hallowtide (October 31-November 2) it's thought that the boundary between the living and the dead was thinned, and ghosts or other communications from the "other side" were more likely to occur. Whether we want to admit it or not, we Catholics are a massively superstitious bunch. Those beliefs may have led to the practice of dressing up like ghoulies on Halloween.<br>
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Culture may have grown to associate Halloween with scary, dark, or even evil things but it's really just a way to observe and recognize our own mortality. Consider the Danse Macabre: an ages-old artistic rendering of the truth that beggars and Kings, and all between are united by Death. Danse art decorated cemeteries and churches, and was performed in verse and in dramatic performances. Writings from the fifteenth century proclaimed:<br>
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Wer war der Tor, wer der Weise,<br>
Wer der Bettler oder Kaiser?<br>
Ob arm, ob reich, im Tode gleich.<br>
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Whether foolish or wise, beggar or king, rich or poor, all are equal in death.<br>
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Perhaps modern man lives too lush and comfortable a life to believe we are conquerable by Death. Maybe we all believe we're a little bit immortal. Reminders of the inevitable end are considered an interruption to our lifestyles, a thing to be abhorred.<br>
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But let's face it: there is a skeleton walking around inside each and every single one of us. Where is the evil in that? It's just life.<br>
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My stories are a reflection of my beliefs. Yes, I write about vampires and demons and the fight between Light and Dark, good and evil. I believe that fight is real, and is present in each of our lives to some degree. But I also explore the element of faith and the hope of redemption. Art imitates life, right?<br>
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And, while I may not wear my cape much these days (thanks, pharmacy day job, you party pooper, you) the sweet shadows and macabre poetics will always fill the corners of my heart.<br>
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Date of Publication: March 23, 2015<br>
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ISBN-10: <a dir="ltr" href="tel:1505848148" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0">1505848148</a>;<br>
ISBN-13: <a dir="ltr" href="tel:978-1505848144" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="1">978-1505848144</a><br>
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Number of pages: 270<br>
Word Count: 79,553<br>
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Cover Artist: Krista M. Carlson<br>
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When her older half-brother unexpectedly commits suicide, Crystal is devastated.<br>
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The only thing she thinks will take away the pain is understanding why he did it. What she doesn't know is the danger her search will create for her family when she dabbles in magick and calls something forth from the grave that wasn't what she intended.<br>
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If she can learn how to control and subdue the supernatural, she may find the answers she seeks. If not, the thing that led her brother to commit suicide is going to continue picking off her family members one by one.<br>
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Fortunately for Crystal, her brother left behind a friend who may be willing to give her some much-needed guidance.<br>
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Crystal walked to the river in the moonlight, amazed as always by how she could see as well in the dark when it was like this as she could in broad daylight. She hadn’t checked the calendar, but it seemed to be a perfect full moon. She was always drawn to a full moon like a lover. On nights like this, she could feel how charged the air was. The energy felt electric, like she could pull it into herself and do anything with it. The night held expectation and promise and vibrated with life. She could hear the frogs croaking and the sounds of night creatures around her in the distance. She had heard reports of mountain lions in the area and her parents didn’t like her walking alone in the dark because of what might be out there, but she didn’t care. She loved to slip out of the house in the dead of night and go for a run in the oak canyons, miles from anything where no one would ever find her if she disappeared. There was a thrill in being that free, and probably some thrill in the danger of it.<br>
She walked through the cottonwood trees and stared at the water. It had rained hard the night before and the water was deep and churned up, muddy with debris. It would be three or four days before it would be all right to swim in it again. As she stood watching, she thought she saw a body floating in the water, face down and blue. She stifled a scream and walked closer to see it, but it was gone. She rubbed her eyes and wondered if not getting enough sleep was making her hallucinate.<br>
The wind picked up just then and caused last year’s dead leaves to swirl around her. “Crystal.” She heard her name but couldn’t hear where it was coming from. “Crystal, where are you?” She felt the goosebumps on her arms and couldn’t answer through her fear. “Crystal.” It was ahead of her, and then she heard it behind her, just the slightest whisper on the breeze.<br>
“Crystal, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mike said, coming up behind her. Max had come down to the river with Mike, and he nuzzled his wet nose into Crystal’s hand.<br>
She wiped Max’s slobber off her hand and onto her shorts. “Christ, Mike, you scared the hell out of me!”<br>
“Well, who else is going to be out looking for you in the dark?”<br>
“I–I don’t know.” She stammered. “It’s just that I thought I saw something in the water just now.”<br>
“What was it?”<br>
“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. Just for a minute, it looked like a body or something. I’m sure it wasn’t. I’ve just been a little spooked lately.”<br>
“You’re not the only one, Sis. Come on, let’s go back.”<br>
“Is Joe still here?”<br>
“No, he’s gone. Mom said he’s leaving for Colorado tonight. I guess he doesn’t want to be in the house anymore. I can’t say as I blame him.”<br>
“Me neither.” Crystal said. She was thinking that made going through Nick’s things easier.<br>
“He’s not coming back, Crystal—at least not for a while. Mom said we could have what we wanted from the house and that he’s going to put it up for sale.”<br>
“Damn. I wonder what it’s been like for him living there since it happened. It had to be hell. Do you think it’s haunted now?”<br>
She shrugged, and they walked back to the house in silence, the question hanging in the air. Mike kicked at clumps of dirt along the way, and Crystal was lost in her thoughts. A bullfrog bellowed in the distance, and the horses ran and nipped at each other in the pasture. The night still seemed charged with electricity, like right before a storm.<br>
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What Happens at Midnight Stays at Midnight<br>
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It was pushing midnight as I left the office, and the chill of the January night seemed to creep through my bones like a virus, starting first with my flesh and then eating deeper into my muscles before creeping into my internal organs. As I left through the back door of the bank building, I noticed someone had left the gate to the courtyard behind the bank open. It had always been locked, as far back as I could remember, under the pretense that the owners didn't want people going inside to smoke and leaving their cigarette butts lying about or some such thing. But, tonight, the huge iron gate stood ajar.<br>
From the conference room window of my law firm, eight floors above, I had sometimes peered down into the enclosed area with the ivy climbing up the brick wall on the far side, yearning to go in there and sit on one of the stone benches, with my toes absently stroking the green grass, and get lost in some fiction novel instead of meeting with whatever poor broken-hearted soul was asking me to solve their problems at the moment. I had never seen anyone actually go inside, but the grass was short and it was well kept, so someone had to enter it. I remember vaguely wondering if someone mowed that grass at midnight or when it was done. An ancient looking, gnarled tree stands in the center of the courtyard and extends its many bent arms and crooked fingers out over the whole area so that sunlight only barely manages to filter through its leaves and dapple the ground below. That is all I could ever really see of that mysterious little section of city, because a high, wrought-iron fence encircles it. It is the kind of fence that has narrow spaces between the bars and wicked sharp points on top, which forbids trespass by its presence much more effectively than any security officer could have done.<br>
Tonight, as I paused in the dead of winter at the gap in the barrier and peered through that two or three foot opening where the gate was inclined inward, I looked up at the tree, and its gnarled fingers seemed even more skeletal than usual. I stood for a long moment considering, before I stepped inside the gate. I didn't particularly want to mar my clean--or mostly clean--record with criminal trespass charges, but I couldn't just walk on by without looking inside. Perhaps had it been warmer outside, I might have stood there and contemplated a bit longer, but icicles forming on one's eyelashes do have a way of motivating one to seize the day--or the night as the case might be.<br>
I shoved my car keys into my pocket and stepped cautiously through and around the gate, peering around it to make sure that no one was on the other side. It was deserted and quiet, and somehow warmer on the inside. I felt myself stop shivering almost as soon as I passed through the gate. It was also much, much quieter than it was outside the gate. Somehow, the noises from the city were muffled. I saw now, as I stood next to it, that the rough bark on the ancient tree spiraled upwards, and that the bark was not arranged randomly as ordinary bark might be. I looked around at the arrangement of stepping stones carefully laid out on what would otherwise have been the green lawn of my fantasies during the summertime. I had never noticed them from up above when I had looked out of the window. The stones were in an almost perfect circular pattern, or perhaps a spiral, I thought, as I came closer to them and saw more of the rough-hewn white stones appear.<br>
I backed up, not quite trusting my eyes, because the inner swirls of the spiral had not at first appeared until I was near its edge. Sure enough, as I got back closer to the gate, only the perimeter of the stone circle showed. I looked up at the bright smattering of stars that glimmered through the twisted branches of the tree, and around the perimeter of the courtyard at the stone bench sitting nonchalantly against the brick wall and it all looked so ordinary, but as I approached the circle of stepping stones at the center, inner swirls of stones again began to appear. I then noticed that they were not flat, but rather curved inward and into a vortex of sorts.<br>
I came and stood on the edge of the circle and it seemed to me that while the circle had a depth to it, that the depth seemed to change and shimmer somehow, one minute appearing to go on forever, and the next minute, appearing to only be slightly concave. I rubbed my eyes, and shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain, and then, because I had to, I gingerly, put one foot over the outer perimeter and onto the ground between it and the next row of stones. It felt like perfectly ordinary ground and I began to walk forward and to follow the path the lines made, not at first looking up, and only looking down at my high heels. The ground was slightly damp so that my heels sank in and I was trying not to lose a shoe or fall down. I noticed it becoming significantly warmer, and my muscles started to relax. Gone was the tension I had felt from the cold. I looked up and saw that there were dirt walls on my sides, not deep, but in layers extending outward such that the one beside me was maybe two feet tall, the next four feet tall and so on. It occurred to me that the spiral was getting progressively tighter, and it was then that I came to a doorway.<br>
A doorway is not quite accurate because there was actually no door, only dark space like a yawning mouth. Had it actually been a mouth, I would have been standing on its tongue and it would have been about to swallow me hole. Somehow, this didn’t bother me at the time. I was only curious. I went through the door and as soon as I passed through, I found a large, brightly lit cavern. I couldn’t quite tell what the light source was. It seemed like I was in the daylight and it felt like sunshine, but there was no sun in the sky or whatever passed for sky that loomed above me. There was no real color to it. It was not the blue summer sky that I might expect, and it was not the gloomy grey of winter that I was used to. Neither was it dark, nor particularly white. It just was. Mostly the world was green. There was vegetation everywhere, but no animals or birds, or even insects as far as I could see. The landscape was varied by hills and mounds and what appeared to be more stone circles in the distance. Everywhere about me were those same gnarled trees with the spiral bark swirling around them and upward. The ground was lush with freshly mown-grass.<br>
I didn’t know exactly what else to do, so I kicked off my high heels and I sat on the grass. I felt the ground shift under me and conform to my body like the memory foam in my favorite pillow. I was instantly comfortable and at ease and as I settled back, I felt like I was being lulled into a kind of peace that I had not felt in a very long time. It was like floating in the hot tub with the jets off. I was warm and cozy and everything felt right.<br>
I closed my eyes and I began to feel like the trees were watching me. I became uneasily aware of their presence. I felt their consciousness. When I opened my eyes, the trees were in their same places, not having moved or advanced in on me. But now, I became aware of certain bushes nearby which looked somehow sentient.<br>
It was not long before I heard first the thoughts of the trees, and then the thoughts of the bushes, intrude into my consciousness. I knew they were not trying to be invasive, but there they were, nonetheless, in my own mind with me. Some were soft and subtle, and I felt the slightest, tinkling vibration of their thoughts. Others felt more like coarse stones rubbing together, a deep growling grumble. The bushes were lighter presences, more airy and I sensed they were not as intelligent as the trees. Perhaps they were only younger. I could feel my consciousness merging with the trees, and I began to resist, fearing I would lose my own identity and that they would absorb it somehow. I could feel my mind expanding to encompass all of the world below, and then it begin to spread upward through those spirals on the tree trunks into the world above. I was being stretched and pulled and merging with everything green on the planet and I knew my sanity could not last more than another heartbeat or two. It was then that I felt myself connecting to the billions of individual blades of grass, all with their own identities and yet all connected, some down below with me in this world which were vibrant and green, and others up above mercifully dormant and quiet. That was when I finally felt my consciousness fracture like a mirror being dropped and a million shards of broken reflection exploded into my mind’s eye.<br>
And then, there I was, sitting in my car in the parking garage looking out from above the courtyard. The keys were in the ignition and it was running, but I had no idea how I had gotten there. I looked down and saw that I was missing my shoes. Those particular high heels weren’t that expensive anyway, and I supposed I could live without them, but I didn’t really want to drive home barefoot. I got out of my car and looked down and into the courtyard. The iron gate was firmly and solidly closed. There would be no going back after my shoes. There was nothing to do except to drive home. With the concrete of the parking garage floor fast leeching the warmth from my body, I decided it had better be sooner rather than later. I cast one last quick look back over my shoulder at the courtyard as I left, wondering if the gate would ever open for me again.<br>
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The clock inside struck midnight as she watched the waning moon through the trees. It had been a long week, trying to fit in at work, trying to be proper in such a stuffy world where she didn't belong. She had been to her breaking point these last few months, feeling her world crumbling around her until she had begun to believe it was karma. She had started to think she deserved it for betraying her family to seek a soulmate. She had known what she was doing was wrong when she did it, but she had wanted more. Now, she thought she was paying for it as she saw her career ending and contemplated moving by herself to another town to try to start over. Karma was catching up with her and it wasn't going to give her any peace.<br>
Sighing, she rose from her spot on the lawn and went inside to put some shoes on. She needed to clear her head, needed the cool comfort of the forest. She changed into jeans and then pulled on a pair of boots. There were thorn bushes in the forest where she was headed, among other things. She grabbed a flashlight and pulled the door shut behind her, slipping into the dark as silently as a cat.<br>
She knew the path well enough in the daylight, but her feet were the only ones who took it, so the ground was undisturbed, the branches of the trees unbroken, and the progress slow. She made her way through the backyard, down the hill, over a mossy tree and around what almost looked like a stone pathway. The stones were natural limestone and flat, and the line of them, pale green against the darker green earth of the forest was what had drawn her to the stream and the ancient oaks the first time.<br>
As she neared the stream, she slipped her boots off and sat them on the last of the stones. Where she wanted to go could only be reached by walking in the stream. She rolled her jeans up as far as she could and stepped into the water. It was the first of October and she gasped at the chill of the water as she stepped in. It served to clear her mind and bring her in touch with the present though. It was hard to think of anything but the icy sting of the water in the stream.<br>
She made her way upstream, squishing her toes in the mud on the bottom and avoiding the more rocky areas where she might cut her feet on the stones. She came then to a shallow place in the water where there was a clearing in the woods. She stepped out onto the mossy bank, and looked up through the branches of the oak and ash trees at the moon winking in the night sky. One Oak tree stood in the center of the clearing, larger than the rest. Its brethren flanked it in an impressive warrior formation. Those trees thrummed with power that she could feel like a heartbeat, standing on top of their roots with her own bare feet.<br>
She stood, head bowed, hand on the tree's trunk, clearing her mind and soaking up the energy in the clearing. As she did, she felt herself growing stronger. She felt her heartbeat grow strong and regular. Doubts faded, and the headache she had felt for the last week relaxed as she let the tension leave her muscles for the first time in as many days. She breathed in the night air and breathed in power.<br>
She heard a twig snap very near her before she heard the low growl only feet away and to her left. Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach clenched as she realized she was not alone. She hoped that it was not hungry. Then she heard another low growl to her right, and another behind her.<br>
She almost panicked, almost made a run for the stream, before she heard the tree laugh. "What are you afraid of?" It asked. "You too are a creature of the night and you are twice the monster they are." She laughed then and patted a thank you in answer against the tree's bark.<br>
"I am." She said. "I am a monster," she shouted at the shadowy figures. "And you are nothing but dogs. I am more monster than you will ever be because I was once human." She added with a growl. They stared each other down, she daring them to come forward and take her. She wanted them to do it. She wanted to savagely rip them apart, starting with their jaws. Perhaps sensing her pent-up rage and frustration, and her desire to fight to the death, they bowed their knee to her before they slunk back into the night.<br>
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Krista Carlson was born in South Dakota, in 1980, to a farmer and a librarian. She grew up in Ord, Nebraska with an older brother, and they were homeschooled, which meant that they spent a great deal of their time riding horses, swimming in the river and anything else they could think of to avoid studying. She did rather enjoy books though, especially literature and history, and so, after having her first son a young age, she began to pursue her education seriously. By the time she was seventeen, she was married with two sons and had a year of college behind her. She later graduated summa cum laude with a Bachelor's Degree in History and then went on to graduate from law school with distinction in 2008. Upon graduation, she became a civil defense attorney with a firm in Lincoln, Nebraska. While studying History at the University of Nebraska at Kearney, she began to explore her interest in magick and spent the traditional year and a day with a local Wiccan coven. This interest prompted her to write her debut novel, Gryphon's Passing, which was released in March of 2015.<br>
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Oubliette: A Forgotten Little Place<br>
Varna M. Black<br>
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Genre: Fiction, Thriller, Paranormal, Historical Fiction, Genre-Fiction, New Adult, Horror<br>
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Publisher: Black Chateau Publishing<br>
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Date of Publication: March 2016<br>
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ISBN: 978-0-9964488-2-6<br>
ISBN: 978-0-9964488-1-9<br>
ISBN: 978-0-9964488-0-2<br>
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Number of pages: 566<br>
Word Count: 247,912<br>
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Cover Artist: Black Chateau Enterprises<br>
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Veronica knows the monsters aren’t “just in her head”, but no one listens to the headstrong ten-year-old as they tie her to a hospital bed every night.<br>
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Years later, after being dumped by her business-partner/boyfriend, Veronica finds herself on the verge of bankruptcy. Then a late-night call promises the perfect solution — a job opportunity decorating a castle in France.<br>
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Will Veronica risk what little she has left to chase a fairytale?<br>
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When the shadowy things that once terrorized her come back, Veronica must decide how much she’ll sacrifice for them, for her sanity, and for her life.<br>
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This epic book consists of interwoven stories with paranormal twists. A horror-filled historical fiction adventure, it spans nearly two millennia.<br>
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You'll be transported to an ancient Pagan ritual, Roman-ruled Gaul, the bloody Inquisition of the Knights Templar, France as it's ravaged by the Black Death, the duplicitous Reformation, the Paris Catacombs, and the gory French Revolution, while you unravel Oubliette’s cryptic layers.<br>
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Excerpt One from Oubliette—A Forgotten Little Place by Vanta M. Black - From the Prologue to Veronica’s Story<br>
Veronica didn’t understand why they looked for the monsters in her head, that’s obviously not where they were. Instead of listening, the doctors stuck pads with wires to her temples and increased the dosage of an IV that dripped into her veins.<br>
They also told the nurses to tie her down with thick, leather belts every night.<br>
The tethers didn’t matter though, because when the monsters came, she wouldn’t be able to move anyway. The only thing Veronica could ever do was scream.<br>
The doctors called them “night terrors”. The pudgy lady who talked funny –– she told Veronica it was her accent –– said they were “spirits”. Mommy used the term “shadow people”. Veronica just called them “monsters”, and wished they’d stop scaring her when she slept.<br>
They wanted her. Deep inside, on a primal level, Veronica knew the monsters –– or whatever they were –– craved her, and if given the chance, they would do something very, very bad to her.<br>
The little girl tried to explain this to the doctors, the nurses, the accent-talking lady, and her mother, but none of the adults really listened. Instead they argued and shouted at each other, and huffed in and out of the room –– but the thing that frightened Veronica the most, is when the adults would simply shrug their shoulders, and admit that they really didn’t have any idea what the monsters were at all.<br>
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Excerpt from Oubliette—A Forgotten Little Place by Vanta M. Black<br>
From The Children’s Story<br>
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Louis dashed and the creature lunged after him. A thick, strong paw snatched the boy’s injured foot, wrapping around it with a vice-like grip. It pulled him down. The lad’s belly splatted on a damp bed of moss and the precious contents of his satchel sprayed out around him.<br>
It reared up with a ferocious maw open wide. Despite the darkness, Louis saw into its eyes. Bright against its black matted fur, they had glistening whites — like a person’s. The eyes looked human, and that terrified Louis more than if they had looked like a raging, wild animal’s.<br>
As the beast swooped down to attack, Louis twisted to one side and rolled over something round and hard. He grabbed what he thought was a rock and brought it down on the thing’s skull with a smack. It howled in pain, swung its head around to attack again, and then froze.<br>
Louis braced for its strike with hands shielding his head. When nothing happened, he tentatively pulled his arm back to see the creature sulk back. The boy took advantage of the inexplicable reaction and kicked his foot free. It recoiled, and Louis saw that its menacing gaze was locked on the object in his hand. It wasn’t a rock after all, but one of the special relics his father had given him.<br>
Louis scooted back. The thing hovered in front of him but did not move forward. It swayed slightly, like a dog tethered on a leash. Perhaps Isabelle was right! It couldn’t go beyond the castle grounds.<br>
He gathered up his satchel and the rest of the contents, then slowly, cautiously, walked backward, keeping his eyes on it the whole time. Once he felt there was a safe distance between him and the devil, he spun and ran toward the river.<br>
He was small and fast and darted easily through the dense foliage. It only took moments for him to arrive. Isabelle was there on the bank, waiting for him. She hugged him and cried, “Are you all right? Did it chase after you?”<br>
Louis nodded and tears welled up in his big, brave eyes. “But it didn’t get me. It tried, but I scared it off!”<br>
Isabelle chortled. “You scared it, my little poppet?”<br>
“No, it was scared of this.” He held up the object.<br>
Isabelle looked confused and squinted at the gleaming globe-like relic in the moonlight, “What is it?” Before the boy could answer, she interrupted him. “Shh, listen. Barking...I hear dogs.”<br>
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About the Author:<br>
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Vanta M. Black, author of Oubliette—A Forgotten Little Place, enjoys uncovering the dark mysteries of our Universe.<br>
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In addition to writing, she enjoys traveling to provocative places and studying all things esoteric.<br>
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Black has degrees in English, communication and art. She resides in Southern California with her husband and two pug-mix dogs, and spends her time in support of causes that empower women and advance science and technology.<br>
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<br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836570078643224765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240049116642634904.post-3755866024600548822016-10-19T00:00:00.000-05:002016-10-19T00:00:18.409-05:00EVE OF ALL HALLOWS By Natalie-Nicole Bates!!!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EDm6WGHkVoiPCpy665ie4s2cnRlMn8qy7pBPArSvHV9Zfmk00xpSNsztzBj4FtpV7U9-wPpKwnH54MMBL7TcNupOngAchviiWbbghd08LHXFTZzshzKLkUG63ZT5cmPzeYZ82aXTyy4/s640/blogger-image--531491077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EDm6WGHkVoiPCpy665ie4s2cnRlMn8qy7pBPArSvHV9Zfmk00xpSNsztzBj4FtpV7U9-wPpKwnH54MMBL7TcNupOngAchviiWbbghd08LHXFTZzshzKLkUG63ZT5cmPzeYZ82aXTyy4/s640/blogger-image--531491077.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKIVJQf7r98asuXMLwur00x2zy8rrdnmGgjOEcmsDY_-n4fNwavkIDYQHTalLw_H981KcG5GmjlDPOQmOMHZgkj_mGaZs_1gnZkO6g2Abks8f5dx92bcVr8ihEwGPT-CZ3oDaX8QgROk/s640/blogger-image--945694625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKIVJQf7r98asuXMLwur00x2zy8rrdnmGgjOEcmsDY_-n4fNwavkIDYQHTalLw_H981KcG5GmjlDPOQmOMHZgkj_mGaZs_1gnZkO6g2Abks8f5dx92bcVr8ihEwGPT-CZ3oDaX8QgROk/s640/blogger-image--945694625.jpg"></a></div><br></div>EVE OF ALL HALLOWS<br>
Natalie-Nicole Bates<br>
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Genre: paranormal romance novelette<br>
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Publisher: Leap of Faith Publishing<br>
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Date of Publication: 10/2015<br>
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Number of pages: 34<br>
Word Count: 10, 500<br>
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As Jamie travels the world in search of fulfillment, she arrives in Majorca the day before Halloween. Almost immediately, she realizes all is not what it seems. There are no tourists, and everyone is just a bit -- different. She meets a local tattooist named Carlito, a native of Peru. The attraction is instantaneous and intense. He makes her an unbelievable offer. But whether it means heaven or horror, she is not sure. When the Eve of All Hallows meets All Saints Day only Fate can decide the outcome.<br>
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I think I will enjoy my time here.<br>
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I’m taking in that magnificent view while I swirl a glass of red wine. Sometimes a girl gets lucky. It’s well past midnight now, but I can’t sleep. Beyond the beauty of my surroundings, of the warmth on my skin this late in the year, is the sound of the sea. I am truly alone in my own little nirvana. No one knows where I am, and I don’t care.<br>
There’s a flash of movement from the corner of my eye. Maybe I’m not as alone as I thought. My heart flutters a little. Then I see him walking the beach towards the water, under the great moon above. My magnificent view just got even more spectacular. He’s fully naked.<br>
My attention is riveted now as I sip my wine. I can’t see a lot of detail in the darkness, but I can see he is tall, with long hair. Nicely built, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, well-endowed as well. Now, this is a very interesting development.<br>
I watch as he enters the water, and I shiver just a little as if my own skin was touched by the cool waters. He disappears momentarily beneath the dark sea, and emerges, throwing back his long hair. I know I should look away, I should respect his privacy, but I cannot. I am a voyeur in my own little world.<br>
I’m not really sure how much time I spend watching him. Perhaps only a few minutes, maybe even an hour. He emerges from the waves, a mere silhouette now in the moonlight. He stops and looks straight to me. My first reaction is to want to drop to the floor. But my mind tells me he cannot see me in the darkness.<br>
So, if he cannot see me, why does he stare in my direction?<br>
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A Quick History of the Jack O Lantern<br>
By Natalie-Nicole Bates<br>
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I was born on Halloween day. This I suppose is the reason for my love of all things Halloween. My favorite part of the holiday isn’t the trick or treating or the fancy costumes, not even the birthday cake and the Halloween themed birthday gifts.<br>
No, for me it was, and still is the choosing of the perfect pumpkin for carving into the slightly imperfect Jack O Lantern (you must know that I am artistically challenged – so the slightly imperfect remark).<br>
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But to understand the (supposed) origins of the Jack O Lantern, we must first briefly discuss the pumpkin. Those beautiful globes of orange goodness whose remnants become pies, cookies, muffins, and seeds. Or wind up on the compost heap.<br>
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The name pumpkin dates back to Greek origin. Pepon or large melon. It was translated into Pompon by the French. The English then translated pompon to Pumpion. In The Merry Wives of Windsor, Shakespeare makes mention of Pumpion. Pumpkins are also a large mention in such classics as Cinderella, Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater, and of course, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.<br>
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Native Americans roasted pumpkins on an open fire, and dried strips of pumpkin were woven into mats. The earliest pumpkin pies were baked over hot ashes. The Colonists sliced off the top, removed the seeds, added spices, honey, and milk before baking. A handy baking vessel and treat all in one.<br>
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The Jack O Lantern has been around for centuries. The story goes that an Irish fellow by the name of Stingy Jack once invited the devil over for drinks. In true stingy style, Jack didn’t want to pay for the drinks, so he suggested the devil turn himself into a coin, and Jack could pay. The devil did so (how incredibly foolish), and Jack pocketed the coin. He kept the coin in his pocket near a silver cross, thus not allowing the devil to reanimate. Eventually the devil was free, but Jack managed to trick him at least two more times. Each time Jack extracted a promise from the devil not to claim his soul if he should die.<br>
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You know nothing good was coming of this.<br>
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So Jack died one day, and God told him to hit the road, he wasn’t allowing such a cad into heaven, so Jack paid his friend the devil a visit in hell. Well, the devil, still seething about the multiple tricks perpetrated upon him by Jack, also told him to hit the road, he certainly wasn’t welcome in hell, either. He gave Jack a burning lump of coal and sent him off into the night. Jack carved a hole in a turnip, placed the lump of burning coal inside, and has been using it to light his way ever since. Doomed to roam the earth forever and ever. The Irish referred to this ghostly figure with a lamp as Jack of the Lantern. In time this changed to Jack O’ Lantern.<br>
Frightened by the possibility of Stingy Jack or other malevolent spirits haunting their neighborhoods, folks in Ireland and Scotland began carving scary faces into turnips and potatoes, beets were used in England, and placing them in their windows to scare the spirits away. As immigrants made their way to America, the glorious pumpkin became the go-to fruit for this task.<br>
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I hope you enjoyed this brief history of the pumpkin and the Jack O Lantern. Happy Halloween!<br>
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About the Author:<br>
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Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.<br>
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Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian photography, Frozen Charlotte dolls, and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.<br>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">For some people, the untamed beauty of the bayou is a place to hide. For Louisiana wildlife agent Jena Sinclair, it’s a place of refuge—one where she can almost forget the tragedy that scarred both her skin and her soul. But when the remains of yet another fisherman turn up, Jena realizes that Bayou Pointe-aux-Chenes is not safe for her…or anyone else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The mysterious deaths aren’t her only problem. A dangerous drug known as Black Diamond is circulating through Terrebonne Parish, turning addicts into unpredictable sociopaths. Jena’s investigation leads her to Cole Ryan—a handsome, wary recluse struggling with his own troubled history—who knows more than he’s willing to admit. If they want to stop the killer, Jena and Cole must step out of the shadows of their pasts and learn to help each other…before the evils lurking in the bayou consume them both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Cole stood<br>
inside the door, knowing she’d be there any second. She would knock, probably<br>
with a firm rap to remind him who had the authority here, and it wasn’t him.<br>
She would expect to come inside, and while he could deny her entrance without a<br>
warrant, he wouldn’t. It would raise too much suspicion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His fists<br>
clenched and unclenched. Again. Again. The press and release of tension<br>
filtered out some of the stiffness from his arms and shoulders. The woman was<br>
striking, her wistful expression had resonated with him, and he had wanted to<br>
look at her. He’d looked long and hard enough that she’d caught him standing in<br>
the doorway like an idiot. Otherwise, he could’ve pretended to be gone and not<br>
answered his door. Now, hiding wasn’t an option.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The last thing<br>
he needed in his life was a woman. Especially a woman with a badge and a gun.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Though expected,<br>
the sharp knock made his shoulders jerk upward, and his fingers clenched again<br>
into fists. Weapons his body provided to protect itself, to protect him, to<br>
keep everyone away.<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Sir, I know<br>
you’re in there. I’m Agent Sinclair of Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries.” Her<br>
voice was clear and no-nonsense. He tried to place her accent—she wasn’t from<br>
Terrebonne Parish but didn’t have a typical Southern accent either. “I want to<br>
talk to you about the gator in front of your neighbor Doris’s house. It’ll only<br>
take a minute or two.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Damn. Now that<br>
he knew his neighbor’s real name, the Wicked Witch was dead. Now she was Doris.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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breath, turned, and opened the door an inch. Maybe two inches.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A hazel eye,<br>
heavy on the green, and the bill of a dark-green baseball cap came into view,<br>
peering through the crack. A strand of hair that trailed over her forehead from<br>
beneath the cap shone like pure molten fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You can open it<br>
all the way, you know. I don’t bite. I’d like to come inside for a few minutes<br>
and talk, or you can come out on the porch. Having a conversation isn’t<br>
optional, but where we have it is. For now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Damn it. Cole<br>
had to admit he was stuck and it was his own damned fault for standing in the<br>
doorway and watching her for so long. He opened the door wide, dread giving way<br>
to curiosity when he finally saw her face up close. She was beautiful but<br>
lightly scarred, more on her cheeks than her forehead, so she’d probably been<br>
hit by flying glass rather than having her head go through a windshield. Fairly<br>
recent too. The spots were still pink, but they were scars and not wounds. Five<br>
or six months old, he’d say. Eventually, they’d fade and, with her fair skin,<br>
would easily cover with makeup. If she hadn’t been so close—not to mention his<br>
fixation on her face—he wouldn’t have noticed them even now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Are you going<br>
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<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">Jena has finally come home. Well, with scars, inside and out, her almost loser brother in tow, and some serious self doubt go follow. She's recovering and struggling but when her new partner finds a dead body, her brother doing drugs, and the FBI trying to get this new drug under control, Jena forgets about her personal drama and throws herself into the job. And then she meets Coleman Ryan. He's got his own serious issues. But they are great for each other. And when Cole finds the gator that killed the man Jena found, it kinda spins from there :) </span></p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836570078643224765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240049116642634904.post-50304075263044101302016-10-18T00:00:00.001-05:002016-10-18T00:00:25.552-05:00Of Flame and Light by Cecy Robson!!<img alt="crobson-offlameandlight_1920x767" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-355" height="259" src="https://testerblog444.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/crobson-offlameandlight_1920x767.jpg" width="648" /><br />
<img alt="of-flame-and-light-cecy-robson" class="alignleft wp-image-245" height="400" src="https://testerblog444.files.wordpress.com/2016/09/of-flame-and-light-cecy-robson.jpg?w=648" width="267" />Taran Wird holds the unique ability to conjure fire and lightning. She is mated to Gemini, Second in Command to the Squaw Valley Pack of the Lake Tahoe Region, and the sole werewolf to possess the ability to split into two wolves. And although they are mates, Taran’s insecurities have driven them apart. Devastated by an injury that left her with a zombie-like limb, Taran struggles to regain command over her magic. But when her arm and her power turn against her, lashing out on those she most loves, she knows she can no longer carry this burden alone. Not that she likes the alternative. The only way to regain control of her magic is to align and learn from the local coven of witches―the very ones who sought to banish her when she and her three unique sisters first moved to the mystical region. But although Taran is trying, the teachings don’t come easy, and the tasks leave her weak and emotionally shattered. Yet Taran must learn and learn fast. Time is running out. The fire she once mastered so easily has become her greatest adversary and is now slowly burning her alive . . .<br />
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<span style="color: #ff005c;"><strong>Of Flame and Light</strong></span><br />by Cecy Robson<br />
<span style="color: #ff005c;"><strong>Series</strong></span><br />Weird Girls<br />
<span style="color: #ff005c;"><strong>Genre</strong></span><br />Adult<br />Paranormal Romance<br />
<span style="color: #ff005c;"><strong>Publisher</strong></span><br />Cecy Robson, LLC<br />
<span style="color: #ff005c;"><strong>Publication Date</strong></span><br />October 18, 2016<br />
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<span style="color: #ff005c;">Of Flame And Light Excerpt</span></h3>
“You guys ready?” I ask, forcing myself to stand slightly ahead of Bren.<br />
Shayna fumbles through her backpack and pulls out a box of toothpicks before passing the heavy pack to Emme. Emme doesn’t need her hands free to kick ass, but Shayna does.<br />
“So what’s the plan, dudes?” Shayna asks. “Onward and upward?”<br />
“Yeah,” I answer, shrugging when Bren looks at me. “This isn’t the good kind of magic, Bren. With all the evil set to rise, and the bad guys needing dark witches to make it happen, you know our motto: no stone left unturned, and no scaries left to chew on our insides.”<br />
He snags my elbow when I start to head for the dense brush. “If we can, I’ll let you make the capture. It’s the only way to keep Genevieve from sinking her teeth into you. But that thing in there—if it’s as bad as I think it is—there’s no bringing her home alive, got me? I’ll make the kill if it comes down to it.”<br />
He doesn’t think I can take her, much less kill her. And maybe he’s right. But that doesn’t mean we can turn our backs and pretend she’s not here.<br />
I kick at the dirt at my feet. I don’t like to kill, despite what people think and despite that it’s something I’m freakishly good at. I’ve had plenty of practice, believe me. My first kill occurred when I was just a teen, the second, moments after. It was the right thing to do given what happened. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t sick to my gut. I burned them with enough heat to smoke their chests, allowing them to feel every ounce of pain they caused me and my sisters. Too many followed after that, enough that I’ve lost count. But as much as the dead mark my bones, and stay a part of me, I’ll do it again if I have to.<br />
I meet Bren’s face. “Dead or alive, we have to take care of Savana and whoever else might be helping her.”<br />
“Even if it means you get stuck serving Genevieve?” he presses.<br />
He’s not asking. He knows taking out Savana is the right thing to do. He’s just making sure we’re all on the same page. “Yes,” I answer.<br />
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Black Beauty<br>
Everleaf Series<br>
Book Zero<br>
Constance Burris<br>
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Genre: Urban Fantasy/Horror<br>
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Publisher: BE Publications<br>
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Date of Publication: September 2015<br>
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ISBN: 1515275892<br>
ASIN: B015VEGE0Y<br>
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Number of pages: 140<br>
Word Count: 30,000<br>
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Cover Artist: Pixel Studio<br>
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Book Description:<br>
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At Vista Apartment Complex, life drastically changes for four of its residents when they decide to do business with Crazy Jade—the supposed voodoo witch that can grant your wish for a price.<br>
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Shemeya wants the confidence to stand up against the girls bullying her at school, but she soon has to choose between keeping her dreadlocs or living a normal life. After catching her boyfriend cheating, Latreece just wants to have the same curves as all the other girls. Ashley will do whatever she can to have “White Girl Flow”, but takes her pursuit too far when she steals from Crazy Jade.<br>
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Everyone who comes into contact with Crazy Jade soon learns the true price of her magic—and how horribly wrong it can go.<br>
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Excerpt:<br>
Shemeya knocked on Jason’s door. For the past two years, they’d ended up in the same chemistry course as lab partners. He’d asked her out a few times, but she’d politely said no. He bored her. Turning him down made her feel like an idiot who only went out with thugs, but she wasn’t stupid. She only wanted a little thug, not a full serving.<br>
When Jason opened the door, she pulled off her backpack and stepped into his house. “Is your mom home?”<br>
“No, she’s with her new guy.” He led her into his kitchen. “Want something to drink?”<br>
“You got some juice?” She desperately wanted to get rid of the dry, earthy taste that the herbs had left in her mouth. Water hadn’t worked.<br>
“I got something better.” He reached under one of the kitchen cabinets and pulled out a bottle of Hennessy.<br>
“Jason, really?”<br>
He smiled innocently.<br>
She rolled her eyes. “Sure. I need a drink after the day I’ve had.” And liquor should kill the taste in my mouth.<br>
He poured the cognac into two yellow plastic cups before they walked into the living room and sat on his couch. The alcohol warmed her insides and seared away the taste of the herbs.<br>
“We should be talking about absorption, not sitting here getting drunk,” Shemeya pointed out.<br>
“We always finish our projects tipsy. Why should this time be any different?”<br>
Shemeya laughed. “Anyways, let’s get started: absorption vs. adsorption.” She pulled her chemistry book from her backpack.<br>
“Stupid names. Why do they have to be so similar?” He sat back on the couch with a glazed look in his eyes.<br>
“Are you going to get your books?”<br>
He licked his lips and leaned forward. “I’ve heard stories about you and Latreece’s boyfriend.”<br>
“So?” The buzz she had from the liquor quickly dissipated while her heart rate increased. She dreaded where the conversation was headed.<br>
“I don’t understand. I’ve been asking you out for months, but you go out with him instead. He has a girlfriend.”<br>
“I didn’t go out with him,” she said through clenched teeth. She’d expected to be harassed at school; she hadn’t expected it here. She had hoped her anger would shut him up, but no such luck.<br>
“I saw you go in the room with Corey last weekend at Serena’s party.”<br>
She threw her books on the table and stood. “Oh damn, Jason. Really?”<br>
“I’ve treated you with nothing but respect since I’ve known you.”<br>
“I’ve had a horrible day with everyone teasing me at school. Now I get here and have to deal with it from you, too. I’m leaving.” She turned from him and bent over to pick up her books.<br>
“Are you crying?”<br>
She brought her hand up to her face, and it came back wet. Why was she crying in front of him? Wasn’t the fake weed supposed to give her courage?<br>
“Don’t go. I’m sorry.”<br>
She was so busy wiping away her tears that she didn’t fight it when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the couch. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”<br>
She let him hold her as she cried. Maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was the fake weed, or maybe it was her loneliness, but whatever the reason, she didn’t stop him when he brought his lips down onto hers.<br>
His sweaty hands on her breast brought her back to reality. He wasn’t who she wanted. “No, Jason.” She pulled back. “I have to go.”<br>
“Don’t go,” he pleaded, with his hand still under her shirt. Somehow they’d ended up on the couch with him on top cradled between her legs.<br>
“No.” She tried to move from under him.<br>
He loomed above her, flushed despite his dark skin. “Do you like it rough? Is that what it is?”<br>
“No. This isn’t what I came here for.” Shemeya tore at his chest, but Jason refused to budge.<br>
He kissed her neck. “I’m tired of being the nice guy,” he murmured, pinning her further beneath his body.<br>
“Get off me!” she screamed. His erection rubbed against the crotch of her jeans. She punched and kicked, but it made him more excited. Her scalp itched as she fought. She wanted to scratch, but she needed both hands to fight Jason off. I’m getting raped, but I can’t fight the urge to scratch. The inconvenience of it almost made her laugh.<br>
Something above moved. She looked past Jason. Five snakes were hovering above his head.<br>
“I’m going crazy.” This time she did laugh, and the snakes, which were the same rusty brown color as her dreads, smiled.<br>
Jason looked towards her. “Why are you laughing?” His eyes darted above her. The feel of his erection disappeared as he crept away, but she wrapped her legs around his waist.<br>
Her itching scalp had been replaced with pleasurable tingles that ran from her head down to her toes. “Where are you going?” she asked.<br>
“We need to leave,” he said, trembling. “There are snakes in here. There are snakes in your hair.” She pulled him closer while he fought to be released. “Let go. We need to get out of here.”<br>
“No, stay,” she whispered in his ear. “They won’t hurt you.”<br>
Shaking, he looked from Shemeya to the snakes. He tried to force himself from her legs. This time, when she tried to pull him closer, he punched her. Pain exploded in her jaw, but she never let go.<br>
“Jason, that hurt.”<br>
He looked into her eyes. “Please,” he begged. A snake sunk its fangs into his cheek. Another struck his ear. One clung to his nose, and another hung below his left eye. He writhed in pain as he tried to escape the snakes and her thighs. His pleading eyes came back to her before he stopped moving completely. The snakes retracted their fangs. She relaxed her legs. Jason fell onto the carpeted floor.<br>
She stood and nearly fainted before she righted herself by grabbing the side of the couch. She brought her hands up to fix her hair but hesitated a few inches away. She’d never touched snakes before. But the snakes came to her, caressing her open palm. They were cold and smooth and full of life.<br>
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THE BUCKET LIST By Constance Burris<br>
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Josephine lifts her arthritic knees up the steps of the small Japanese tour bus and stares past the rows of empty seats before she settles her gaze on a middle-aged woman with a curly afro.<br>
When the woman turned and smiles, that is all the invitation Josephine needs. “May I sit,” she asks after she wobbles her wide hips through the tight aisles.<br>
“Of course,” the woman says.<br>
“Thank you. I’m Josephine from Texas.”<br>
“Nice to meet you. I’m Keisha from North Carolina.”<br>
“Are you traveling alone?” Josephine asks.<br>
“Yeah, are you?”<br>
“No. My no good husband is at the hotel in bed. He ate some bad sushi or some shit.”<br>
The woman blushes. She must be from the suburbs, Josephine thinks. Suburbanites are always blushing over curse words.<br>
“Are you looking forward to seeing Mt. Fuji?” Josephine asks the girl once the bus starts moving.<br>
“No, I’m getting off at the Aokighara forest.”<br>
“The what?” Josephine asks.<br>
“The suicide forest at the base of Mt. Fuji.”<br>
“I’ve heard about that place. It’s where people go to die.” Josephine shakes her head. “I wonder why so many go there?” Josephine asks. “I suppose they’re all unhappy.”<br>
“They can’t all go there because they’re sad,” Keisha says. “Maybe some are just finished.”<br>
“Finished with what?” Josephine studies the woman. She’s too pretty to be so morbid.<br>
“With life. Maybe they’ve crossed everything off their bucket list.”<br>
“Well, then you create another list. Believe me; I’ve started over more than a few times. You can always reinvent yourself and create a whole ‘nother bucket of lists.”<br>
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”<br>
“You’re not thinking about going there to die are you?” Josephine asks suddenly concerned.<br>
Keisha laughs. “Of course not. I’m just curious.<br>
Josephine brings her hand to her chest. “Oh my goodness. You about gave me a heart attack.”<br>
“You don’t have to worry about me. I have a husband and a little girl at home. I would never leave them.”<br>
“Good. Good,” Josephine says as she stares at the woman, looking for any sign of depression.<br>
“I promise. It’s just a weird curiosity of mine. I’m not going to kill myself.<br>
“Well if you’re sure,” Josephine says, finally at ease.<br>
“Ms. Josephine,” the Japanese tour guides says with an almost flawless American accent “We’re here.”<br>
“Oh my. I didn’t even know I was sleep.” Josephine looks over to Keisha, but the woman’s seat is empty except for a folded sheet of paper. Josephine glances around the bus for the woman, but she is nowhere in sight. All of her belongings are gone. Satisfied she has done her due diligence and no one can call her nosy, Josephine unfolds the paper.<br>
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Keisha’s Bucket List<br>
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Graduate High School<br>
Go Ziplining in Costa Rica<br>
Go To College<br>
Get a passport<br>
Make love under the night sky<br>
Visit Canada<br>
Write a book<br>
Fall in love<br>
Get married<br>
Have a baby<br>
Travel to another country<br>
Visit the suicide forest<br>
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All but the last one is marked out.<br>
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About the Author:<br>
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Constance Burris is on a journey to take over the world through fantasy, horror, and science fiction. Her mission is to spread the love of speculative fiction to the masses. She is a proud card carrying blerd (black nerd), mother, and wife. When she is not writing and spending time with her family, she is working hard as an environmental engineer in Oklahoma City.<br>
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The Infernal Detective<br>
Riga Hayworth<br>
Book 4<br>
Kirsten Weiss<br>
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Genre: urban fantasy/suspense<br>
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Publisher: Misterio Press<br>
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Date of Publication: May 2013<br>
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ISBN: 978-0-9855103-5-0<br>
ASIN: B00CRJDWRA<br>
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Number of pages: 274<br>
Word Count: 75,000<br>
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Cover Artist: Becky Scheel<br>
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Book Description:<br>
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Murder. The undead. Irritating relatives.<br>
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When Riga Hayworth finds a dead body in the bedroom, it’s par for the course. When the corpse drives off with her fiancée… That’s a problem.<br>
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Riga knows dead. More intimately than she’d like. So when a murdered photographer walks away from her pre-wedding party, she believes there’s necromancy afoot. And when she discovers that several of her wedding guests are under the influence of dark magic, she’s certain. But how can she catch a killer and stop a necromancer when even her nearest and dearest are lying to her?<br>
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Marrying romance, mystery, and the metaphysical, The Infernal Detective is a fast-paced urban fantasy, where nothing is quite as it seems, and magic lies just beyond the veil.<br>
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“A high-voltage, cleverly-spun mystery that I couldn't put down. Riga Hayworth is addictive.”-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Diana Orgain, Best-selling author of The Maternal Instincts Mysteries<br>
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I think you'll enjoy my review of The Infernal Detective (Riga Hayworth, #4). https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/654600148<div><br>
Excerpt: Chapter 1<br>
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Riga checked her watch.<br>
It was thirteen o’clock, and her feet hurt.<br>
She’d never liked high heels, shouldn’t have worn the over-priced, strappy black pumps. Riga had been almost relieved when one of the heels snapped, relieved for the excuse to slip upstairs, relieved to escape.<br>
A roar of laughter, punctuated by shattering glass. On the stairway, Riga winced, the relief evaporating. A week to the wedding and she’d already begun to feel proprietary about his things, their new lake house. But the crash was likely only a wine glass, and Donovan – they – could afford it…<br>
Frowning, she looked again at her watch.<br>
Nine forty-seven.<br>
Riga rubbed her eyes. She had imagined the thirteen o’clock. It wasn’t an omen, a portent.<br>
She limped up the steps, dangling the broken pump from one hand, the other hand grasping the hem of her gown, a sweep of formfitting black lace. She looked damn good in it, but the dress was a fraction too long for her five-foot-six form, and she’d been stumbling over the hem all night.<br>
At the top of the steps, she walked down the wood-plank hallway to a tall door swagged with holly. She pressed her forehead against the wood, and released her hold on the dress. Riga shut her eyes. Inhaled the scent of Christmas garlands and wood polish.<br>
Thirteen o’clock.<br>
It had been a trick of the light, a trick of her brain.<br>
It wasn’t magic. Not here. Not so close to her wedding.<br>
She’d told Donovan that the wedding was the least important part of a marriage, and Riga was old enough to believe it. Donovan needed good press after a recent unfair pummeling to his reputation. So she’d pretended enthusiasm when his PR team planned their “celebrity” wedding, invited names she recognized but didn’t know, sent out press releases.<br>
Soon they’d be married, and free. Riga smiled broadly. She could do this for him and in a week, the tumult would end. Her thumb found the band of platinum that circled her third finger, explored its edges.<br>
A draft of cool air pebbled the flesh on her arms.<br>
Idly, she wondered if the place was haunted, if someone had opened a door, or if they needed new insulation. Donovan had closed on the gabled manor a month ago, and any and all options were possible. Riga was coming to learn that just because something cost a fortune, it didn’t mean it was well constructed.<br>
“Escaping?” Donovan asked from behind her.<br>
She turned, leaned against the door, her auburn hair pillowing about her head.<br>
Donovan prowled up the stairs, his green eyes gleaming, a great cat in black Armani. God, he was gorgeous. Wavy, raven-black hair, broad shoulders, chiseled features. But he had other, more important, attributes that attracted her. And he was easy, oh so easy, to love.<br>
She held up her shoes, dangling from a slender finger. “Regrouping.”<br>
“Hm…” His broad hands traced the curve of her hips and he bent, kissing her, slow and intoxicating. He smelled of wild things, deep forests. When he pulled away, her lips burned.<br>
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”<br>
“Once or twice.” She laughed. “Tell me again.”<br>
His lips quirked, tugging at the small, cross-shaped scar on his chin. “I saw your expression when that heel broke.” His fingers traced a line from her jaw to her collarbone, and her skin tingled beneath his touch.<br>
“Annoyance?” She tugged lightly on his crimson tie, pulling him toward her.<br>
“Relief.” His voice was a low rumble.<br>
“I just came up here for my Jordan McCall CD. Do you think he’d sign it for me?”<br>
Donovan chuckled. “Star struck?”<br>
“A little. So far, the only thing that’s stopped me from asking him is embarrassment. I don’t have any of his wife’s CDs.”<br>
“Liar. Deep in that dark little heart I’ll bet you’re an Annabelle Lee fan.”<br>
“A sucker for country love songs? Guilty.” She arched toward him, her soft curves molding to the hard contours of his body. “It’s a lovely party.”<br>
“I know.” He pressed against her, one hand exploring the small of her back. His mouth grazed her earlobe, his breath uneven upon her neck. “Let’s ditch.”<br>
“I thought you’d never ask.” She reached behind her, fumbling for the doorknob. The metal chilled beneath her fingers, iced, cold enough to burn. She gasped, jerking away.<br>
Donovan took a step back, releasing her. “What’s…” He trailed off, brow furrowing.<br>
Ice crystals spread from the knob across the surface of the door and the wall beside it, expanding outward in a circular pattern. The temperature in the hallway dropped. Riga shivered in her thin gown. Another ghost. And she had a good idea whose. After years of exposure, she’d gotten used to them. But Donovan had only recently gained the ability to see ghosts, and if Riga was right about this particular ghost… There were issues.<br>
Donovan groaned, his lips twisting into a snarl. “Dad. He’s more irritating as a ghost than he was as a live father. Dad?”<br>
But no specter appeared.<br>
“Show yourself,” Donovan said in a low voice. “I’ve got some things to say to you.”<br>
A breeze gusted mournfully down the hallway.<br>
“Maybe I should leave you two alone,” Riga said. Both Donovan’s parents had died when he was a child. He never spoke much about what had happened after, but Riga was a detective and had pieced together a rough sketch – court dates and foster homes until Donovan came of age, and could manage a casino the state-appointed custodian had run into near-bankruptcy.<br>
“No. I need to talk to him. But this is our time, and I’m fed up with him knocking things over, chilling rooms, slamming doors, and not telling me what he wants.”<br>
Riga’s teeth chattered. “They may not be games. This may be the only way his spirit can communicate. If we understood what he wanted—”<br>
“Right now, I don’t care what he wants. He’s the master of bad timing.” Donovan glanced at her, and whipped off his jacket, draped it over her shoulders. Grateful, she slipped her arms inside, and pulled it tight around her.<br>
He rattled the knob, gripped it with both hands, muscles straining. He stepped away, wiping his hands on his slacks. “He’s been dead for decades.” He tackled the door again, grunting. “And instead of acting his age, the man plays poltergeist.” His hand slipped off the knob, and his knuckles banged the door frame. Wincing, he sucked on the broken skin. “Can’t you…?” He jerked his head toward the door.<br>
“Use magic?” She shook her head. “The last time I tried that I melted the doorknob. I could burn the whole place down. Or worse.”<br>
“Worse than burning down our new home?”<br>
Riga didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure what was more depressing – being haunted by her future father-in-law or the fact that her magic was still a disaster. That missing piece of her was like a wobbly tooth she couldn’t stop probing with her tongue. She told herself she could live without magic, but the loss nagged.<br>
“Right.” He nodded curtly, took a step back from the door.<br>
Riga backed away, alarmed. She recognized that look. “Dono—”<br>
He raised one knee and stomp-kicked the door. The wood splintered, and the door crashed inward, ricocheting off the far wall. Donovan stopped the door’s return flight with one hand. He looked at Riga. “Were you saying something?”<br>
“No. Nicely done.” There was a trick to kicking in a door. She felt irrationally pleased that he knew it.<br>
He strode inside, and Riga trailed behind, wary. The ghost had frozen the door for a reason – a symbol, a sign, a warning. But as she followed Donovan down the short hallway into the master bedroom, she didn’t sense anything wrong. A king size bed faced the darkened window, a faded kilim arranged artfully upon the hardwood floor. Glass doors looked out upon Lake Tahoe, a black pool at night. The waning moon was a mercury trail on the water and reflected lights glittered along the far shore. Above it, snowcapped mountains rose darkly.<br>
“Enough games,” Donovan said. When there was no response, “Dad? Do you hear—” His voice dropped. “Oh, hell.”<br>
Riga stumbled to a halt beside him.<br>
On the far side of the bed was a reading area with a stone fireplace, wide, cozy chairs, and bookshelves. Before them lay a man’s body, a plastic bag wrapped tightly about its head, clouding his face.<br>
“Oh my God,” Riga whispered, swaying. It had to be murder.<br>
Donovan knelt beside the dead man, and grasped his wrist. He shook his head, pressed his fingers to the man’s neck. Donovan looked up at her, his expression grim. “He’s gone.”<br>
Even with his features distorted behind the plastic bag, Riga knew the man was dead, could sense his spirit had fled. The body was just an inanimate object now, an empty vessel. Of late, death seemed less an old acquaintance and more an annoying relative who visited too often, stayed too long, drank her best wine and hit her up for money. She stepped closer, swallowed. “That looks like Cam Mitchell.”<br>
“The photographer?” A pulse beat in Donovan’s jaw.<br>
“His wife is downstairs.” Riga leaned one hip against the bed and grasped the post, feeling sick, out of balance. “We have to tell her.”<br>
“She’s pregnant, you know.” Donovan stood, not looking at her, and she knew he was thinking about his childhood loss, the years in foster homes.<br>
“I didn’t know. How did you?”<br>
“He was crowing about it to anyone who’d listen.” He slipped his cell phone from his jacket pocket, thumbed the keypad. “Let’s call the Sheriff before we notify anyone else.”<br>
Riga nodded, ashamed at her relief at the delay in giving the widow the bad news.<br>
“King. Donovan here,” he said into the phone. “I’m at my lake house. Riga and I found a body.”<br>
Riga shot him a questioning look. He knew Sheriff King’s direct number?<br>
“No,” Donovan said into the phone. “Someone helped him along… Right. Fifteen minutes.” He hung up. His eyes were hard, cold. “I should stay with the body until the police arrive. Why don’t you go downstairs, meet the Sheriff when he gets here.”<br>
She approached the body, knelt on the soft white throw rug, placed one hand on the arm of a nearby cream-colored chair for balance. “Donovan… The killer had to be one of the guests.”<br>
“I know.” His words were clipped. “What I don’t understand is what the photographer was doing up here.”<br>
“I don’t see any drag marks on the rug, no sign of a struggle. And to do this…” She motioned towards the photographer’s head and the plastic bag wrapped tight around it. “He wouldn’t have let someone do this without a fight. Unless he was drugged, somehow incapacitated first.”<br>
“We’re getting married in a week,” he said.<br>
She flushed. “And the police will take care of this. Sorry. Habit.”<br>
Riga backed out of the room, closing the fractured door quietly behind her. She turned and faced two elderly women, dressed in black.<br>
“Gagh!” Riga clutched her chest, breathing heavily. “Aunt Peregrine, Aunt Dot. What are you doing here?”<br>
Dot peered up at her through coke-bottle lenses. They inflated her blue eyes to the size of silver dollars. Her black dress sagged and bagged around her, two sizes too big for her rotund frame. “Looking for you, dear.”<br>
Peregrine, a good foot taller than her niece, peered over Riga’s head at the broken bedroom door, drifting open. Her shoulders hunched, vulture-like, and she clutched a massive black purse in her hands.<br>
Riga hastily grabbed the knob and yanked it shut. She smiled. “Well, now that you’ve found me, let’s head back to the party.”<br>
“You look jumpy.” Peregrine lowered her head, studying Riga. “Is something wrong?”<br>
“No. No. No, nothing’s wrong.” She felt sweat bead upon her lower back. Why did her aunts terrify her? She was an adult, dammit, and this was her house.<br>
Dot tapped Riga on the arm, and Riga’s skin twitched from the contact. “Well, of course she’s nervous, Peregrine. She’s getting married in a week!”<br>
“Yes,” Peregrine regarded Riga narrowly. “Awfully short engagement, if you ask me.”<br>
Dot swatted her sister. “You’re so bad! Of course she’s not pregnant? At her age? Really!”<br>
“At my… I’m only forty four!”<br>
“Not exactly a spring chicken,” Peregrine said. “I hope you’re not rushing into things because of the tick-tick-tick of your biological clock? Sometimes, it really is better to be alone.”<br>
“No, Aunt Peregrine,” Riga said through clenched teeth. “That’s not why we’re getting married.”<br>
“Don’t feel bad, dear,” Dot said. “What bride doesn’t feel occasional jitters? Poor cousin Lettie? What a mess she was. And then her bridesmaid fainted dead away. Knocked the ring bearer flat. What was his name? Wasn’t that Harold’s son?”<br>
“That wasn’t Lettie’s wedding,” Peregrine said. “That was Al’s daughter, Suzy. And the groom fainted, not the bridesmaid.”<br>
Dot covered her mouth with her black gloved hand. “Was it? I was certain it was Lettie and the bridesmaid. Don’t you remember? The bridesmaid ended up marrying the best man.”<br>
“No, no.” Peregrine shook her head. “She married the father of the bride. Such a scandal.”<br>
“Oh.” Dot patted her hair, tied neatly in a silvery bun. “I don’t like thinking about those things.”<br>
“Neither do I,” said Riga, her desperation growing. “So let’s go downstairs.” She hooked their elbows and steered them toward the steps.<br>
Dot neatly twisted away, moving toward the bedroom. “But isn’t there a ladies room in here?”<br>
“Not there!” Riga dodged between Dot and the bedroom door, pointed down the hallway. “There’s a guest bathroom, second door on the left.”<br>
Dot clapped her hands together. “You have so many rooms! I do love this house.” She winked. “I suppose the casino business must be very lucrative? Your Mr. Mosse must love you very much to buy such an extravagant home.”<br>
“Isn’t there another bathroom in the bedroom there?” Peregrine motioned with her purse and Riga ducked to avoid its arc. “I’d rather not wait for Dot. She takes forever.”<br>
“Donovan’s in that room now,” Riga said. “There’s another bathroom in the guest room across the hall.”<br>
Peregrine nodded briskly and clumped away. Riga watched Dot dart into the guest bathroom, then glanced at the bedroom door, still hanging ajar. All she needed to cap the evening was for one of the old dears to find the body and have a heart attack. Awkwardly, she shifted her weight, and realized she was still one-shoed. She wrenched off the second pump, placed it on the banister, and slipped downstairs. How much time had she wasted? The Sheriff’s station wasn’t far – nothing was really far at Lake Tahoe – and he would be here soon.<br>
She darted past the wide, arched doorway to the living room, not daring to look left for fear of catching someone’s eye. The room inside was filled with celebrities and relatives and friends – mostly Donovan’s. Their laughter and the tinkling of glasses flowed toward her, a contented warmth, scented with cinnamon and wood smoke and sweat. She shied from it, through the stone-floored foyer with its massive Christmas tree decked in red and gold, and ducked through a nondescript doorway, into a claustrophobic, windowless room.<br>
The uniformed man seated at a bank of video monitors swiveled in his chair to face her. He was middle aged, with a comb-over and a paunch, but she’d seen him in the boxing gym. The man, Thomas, was lightning with his fists. He lumbered to his feet. “Evening, Miss Hayworth. Can I help you?”<br>
“Yes. The police will be arriving shortly. Could you let the man at the gate know?”<br>
He grabbed a handheld radio off the narrow table. “Something I should know about?”<br>
The floor here was stone too, and cold, and she curled her toes. “We discovered a body upstairs.”<br>
“But you’ve called the police, not an ambulance. Foul play?”<br>
“Possibly.” Definitely.<br>
He glanced over his shoulder at the video monitors behind him – views of the exterior, doorways, windows dripping icicle lights. No shots of the inside. “I haven’t seen anyone come or go for the last two hours, but I’ll check again.”<br>
“Thanks.” She shoved the door shut with her foot. “Mind if we check now?”<br>
He rolled his padded chair toward her. “Have a seat.”<br>
She sat, watched him queue up the videos with one hand while he radioed the gate with the other.<br>
Thomas grunted, eased himself into a swivel chair, and they watched the videos from the last hour on high speed, the sounds of revelry drifting through the closed door. Nothing caught her eye. Aside from the guard patrolling the exterior, nothing moved. No one entered or left the house.<br>
Riga released a slow exhale. So that was it then. The killer was one of the guests. She didn’t realize she’d clung to the hope it had been an outsider until it was snatched away, leaving behind a weight of lead.<br>
Frowning, she checked the slim gold watch – a gift from Donovan – that circled her wrist. Fifteen minutes had long gone. What was keeping the Sheriff? “When the police arrive, will you show them upstairs? The body’s in the master bedroom.”<br>
His expression flickered, but he nodded.<br>
She exited, pausing in the doorway to make sure the coast was clear, then hurried past the partiers and up the stairs, stumbling near the top.<br>
Cold. Sickening.<br>
An invisible miasma flowed out the bedroom door, coiled sluggishly on the stairs. Her stomach twisted, and she clutched the railing.<br>
Corpses. Rancid things. Decaying flesh.<br>
Her skin crawled.<br>
“Donovan?” She called softly, forcing herself forward.<br>
She was used to ghosts. This was something different.<br>
The hallway chandelier flickered above her, brightened. Fingers trembling, she touched the slim silver cross that hung from her neck, gathered the forces from above and below. Fueled by her fear, the energies rushed through her and outward, creating a bubble of safety around her, cutting a path through the rot and horror.<br>
She pressed her fingers against the bedroom door. It swung open at her touch and she sidled through, barefoot and silent. Her fingers curled, palms ready to strike as she prowled down the truncated hallway, turned the corner into the bedroom.<br>
It was empty.<br>
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Do You Dare Visit these Haunted Places?<br>
Guest post by Kirsten Weiss, author of The Infernal Detective.<br>
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We’ve all been there – those dark woods, the fog-shrouded cemeteries, the lonely, creaking houses. And we’ve all wondered – if even for a moment – if maybe there’s something… else. Something beyond. Something haunted. Some of us even seek out those spectral places.<br>
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For me, a deep, dark Sierra night, one of the settings for my urban fantasy The Infernal Detective, conjures all sorts of threats – natural and supernatural. My sister’s old apartment in Davis, California, is one of the most haunted places I know. But it’s also not a tourist attraction. So if you’re looking for a haunted spot to holiday, here’s a round-up of the top five around the world.<br>
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(Note: My selection was completely unscientific. I searched the Internet for haunted places and included on my list the five most frequently mentioned.)<br>
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5) The Screaming Tunnel, Niagra Falls, Ontario, Canada. This old tunnel runs beneath a railroad. Stand in it at midnight, light a wooden match, and you’ll hear a woman’s scream. The match will blow out too, which may not be such a mysterious occurrence in a tunnel.<br>
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4) Beechwood Lunatic Asylum, Victoria, Australia. Nearly 9,000 inmates died during the asylum’s operations from 1867-1995. Add to that the super-spooky architecture, and it’s little wonder the place is hosting night tours.<br>
3) Highgate Cemetery, London, UK. All that history plus creepy gothic architecture? No wonder London is jam-packed with haunted graveyards. But Highgate Cemetery is probably the most famous, with its crooked tombstones, headless angels, and rumors of vampire and occult activity.<br>
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2) Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, USA. The sight of the bloodiest battle in the American Civil War, the spirits of dead soldiers are frequently sighted in the fields and roads around the town. A friend of mine claims when he and his girlfriend once drove through Gettysburg at night, a man dressed in Confederate battle gear suddenly appeared in front of their car. He slammed on the brakes, but couldn’t stop in time. The car went through the apparition. I’m still not sure if he was pulling my leg or not.<br>
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1) Bhangarh Fort, India. This fort came up the most frequently in my research, winning the number one spot. It’s said to be cursed by a black magician who was unable to win the love of a fair maiden by traditional means. She managed to reverse his dark love spell. In retaliation, he cursed the entire town’s inhabitants, so their souls cannot be reborn.<br>
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Have you visited any of these spots? Are there any haunted spots on your bucket list? Tell us in the comments!<br>
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About the Author:<br>
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Kirsten Weiss worked overseas for nearly twenty years in the fringes of the former USSR, Africa, and South-east Asia. Her experiences abroad sparked an interest in the effects of mysticism and mythology, and how both are woven into our daily lives.<br>
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Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes genre-blending steampunk suspense, urban fantasy, and mystery, mixing her experiences and imagination to create a vivid world of magic and mayhem.<br>
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Kirsten has never met a dessert she didn’t like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer re-runs and drinking red wine. Sign up for her newsletter to get free updates on her latest work at:<br>
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Chained<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Kelex<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Release Date: October 1, 2016<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN: 978-1-945193-55-2<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Flame: 5<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What’s<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When Dylan Howell is handed over<br />
to a ruthless tiger to pay his father’s business debt, he’s sure his life is<br />
over. He won’t be used and abused as a<br />
sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth’s<br />
touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jameson knows the omega lion is<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Dylan struggles to fend off<br />
Jameson and his wicked lusts. The lion<br />
soon learns the depths of Jameson’s dark delights as well as senses his own<br />
depravity. As his body is tormented, he<br />
grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he’s owned body and<br />
soul?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was writing this very boring,<br />
very blah post where I skipped about, talking about how much I love Halloween…<br />
which led me to how much I love all the creatures who go bump in the night… and<br />
then on to my love of the Immortals After Dark series… and on to how I met<br />
Kresley Cole at RT in New Orleans…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And then, I realized it was a<br />
total snoozefest, deleted the lot of it (you’re welcome), and then focused on<br />
the part that really interested me—New Orleans. (Sorry, KC is absolutely<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It’s one of my absolute favorite<br />
places on earth and when you’re there, you can feel the thick, rich past<br />
comingling with the paranormal hovering on the other side of the veil. No doubt about it, the place is creepy in the<br />
best kind of way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Past and present merge in the<br />
Crescent City. From the amazing<br />
architecture, the jazz music you can hear from just about every corner, to the<br />
hundreds of dead resting under the boiling sun and tempting you for a visit—the<br />
city’s rich supernatural history is just waiting to be undug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">One of my favorite spots in town<br />
are the city of the dead. NOLA’s<br />
cemeteries are a wonderfully eerie places to visit, no matter the time of year,<br />
but on All Hallow’s Eve, the dead seem to grow impatient with the living. You can sense their desire to reach through<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And perhaps some do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and Catholicism blend together to create the city’s own allegory. There is no place like it in the world. No wonder so many paranormal authors use it<br />
as a backdrop for their stories. The<br />
wild and the weird are the norm in NOLA, and what better place for an alpha<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The city has found its way into<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I’m kicking myself in the arse at<br />
the moment, because Chained to the Tiger’s Bed might have been more fun if it<br />
had taken place in New Orleans instead of New York. What was I thinking?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Kelex is a bestselling gay<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Living in the south, Kelex<br />
swelters at the laptop, writing spicy tales to the sound of soulful jazz music<br />
in the background.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">For more information on other<br />
books by Kelex, please visit <a href="http://www.kelexerotica.blogspot.com/">www.kelexerotica.blogspot.com</a><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Kelex<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Release Date: October 1, 2016<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ISBN: 978-1-945193-55-2<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Flame: 5<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What’s<br />
ten million to a multi-billionaire, when he wants someone worth much more?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When Dylan Howell is handed over<br />
to a ruthless tiger to pay his father’s business debt, he’s sure his life is<br />
over. He won’t be used and abused as a<br />
sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth’s<br />
touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jameson knows the omega lion is<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Dylan struggles to fend off<br />
Jameson and his wicked lusts. The lion<br />
soon learns the depths of Jameson’s dark delights as well as senses his own<br />
depravity. As his body is tormented, he<br />
grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he’s owned body and<br />
soul?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was writing this very boring,<br />
very blah post where I skipped about, talking about how much I love Halloween…<br />
which led me to how much I love all the creatures who go bump in the night… and<br />
then on to my love of the Immortals After Dark series… and on to how I met<br />
Kresley Cole at RT in New Orleans…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And then, I realized it was a<br />
total snoozefest, deleted the lot of it (you’re welcome), and then focused on<br />
the part that really interested me—New Orleans. (Sorry, KC is absolutely<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It’s one of my absolute favorite<br />
places on earth and when you’re there, you can feel the thick, rich past<br />
comingling with the paranormal hovering on the other side of the veil. No doubt about it, the place is creepy in the<br />
best kind of way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Past and present merge in the<br />
Crescent City. From the amazing<br />
architecture, the jazz music you can hear from just about every corner, to the<br />
hundreds of dead resting under the boiling sun and tempting you for a visit—the<br />
city’s rich supernatural history is just waiting to be undug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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are the city of the dead. NOLA’s<br />
cemeteries are a wonderfully eerie places to visit, no matter the time of year,<br />
but on All Hallow’s Eve, the dead seem to grow impatient with the living. You can sense their desire to reach through<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And perhaps some do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Voodoo, Hoodoo,<br />
and Catholicism blend together to create the city’s own allegory. There is no place like it in the world. No wonder so many paranormal authors use it<br />
as a backdrop for their stories. The<br />
wild and the weird are the norm in NOLA, and what better place for an alpha<br />
werewolf or a tiger shifter to hide amongst humans?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The city has found its way into<br />
several of my books and after writing this post, I just might have to write<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I’m kicking myself in the arse at<br />
the moment, because Chained to the Tiger’s Bed might have been more fun if it<br />
had taken place in New Orleans instead of New York. What was I thinking?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Taming the Beast<br>
Erzabet Bishop<br>
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Release Date: October 1, 2016<br>
ISBN: 978-1-945193-56-9<br>
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Categories: Shifters, BBW,<br>
Paranormal<br>
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Flame: 3<br>
Price: $2.99<br>
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Book Description:<br>
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Only true beauty can tame the beast...<br>
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Allyse Montlake needs a job and quick. But what can a curvy girl with a penchant for plant magic do in the current job market? It’s just not the kind of thing that most people put on applications these days. To help her mother with medical expenses, she has to get something that pays more than her bookstore job. When she goes with her friend Cara to a job fair, she has no idea she’s just applied for a position on Extreme Bachelor—in front of the camera and not behind the scenes as she intended. When she meets the man behind the mystique, can he love her for who she is and see the beauty behind the curves?<br>
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Soren Rochester is a werewolf and the owner of Barks, one of America’s most successful pet store chains. He also happens to be fighting a curse from one pissed off witch, and he’s running short on time to find a mate or else. When his assistant suggests a reality television show, he reluctantly agrees. Can this beast find true love amidst the glittering dresses of the contestants, or will he find her only to lose her in a field of thorns?<br>
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Candy Corn: A Taming the Beast Halloween short<br>
By Erzabet Bishop<br>
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“Mr. Stinky, you will wear that hot dog costume and you will like it.” Allyse tapped her foot in irritation on the marble floor as she glared down at her cranky little pup. She’d been trying to get him to stand still so she could snap a picture for the last ten minutes and he was being fifty shades of difficult.<br>
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The Chihuahua gave her a gimlet stare from beneath the floppy felt dollop of mustard on his head, the bun and condiments covering the rest of his body like a sausage. He sat near the front door trying to paw the offending hat off his head.<br>
Goddess but he was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.<br>
“How’s the wrestling match going?” Her husband Soren approached, his little dog Hailey in his arms. The little black Cairn terrier was dressed in a pink princess dress complete with a sparkling tiara.<br>
“Not so good. This one could give Grumpy Cat a run for his money.”<br>
Soren laughed. “I believe it.”<br>
Mrs. Dashnell, the cook hurried into the room. “I’ll be. You two are going to make the children smile with those costumes. Now you better hurry. I saw some trick or treaters coming down the front drive from the dining room windows.”<br>
“What do I have to do?” Soren’s worried eyes met his wife’s and she laid a hand on his arm. His first Halloween with the gates open, he had yet to experience the joy of sharing the holiday with a horde of candy munching children. Twilight now taking over the sky, her reclusive husband was starting to panic. Darned if she didn’t think it was cute. A werewolf afraid of a few human children. Go figure.<br>
“You hold Hailey and I’ll put Mr. Stinky at my feet. He’ll watch the kids and I’ll hand out candy. Easy, peasy.” She reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek that quickly turned hot when he tilted her face toward his. Her man. Her sexy beast. Goddess, she couldn’t wait to get him all to herself after the kids had gone and the puppies were put to bed. Then she’d show him what she could do with his um…broomstick.<br>
The sound of a throat clearing brought her back.<br>
“I have an idea.” Mrs. Dashnell rushed into the kitchen, the white swinging door flapping behind her.<br>
“What’s she doing?”<br>
Hailey grumped in Soren’s arms and he absently patted her head.<br>
Mrs. D. burst from the kitchen with the candy bowl and a small packet of yellow and orange candies in her hand.<br>
“What’s that?”<br>
“Candy corn, silly.” Allyse took one of the packets. “Thanks. I’ll bet this will work just fine.”<br>
“For what?”<br>
“You’ll see.” Allyse fiddled with the package, opening it and taking out two pieces.<br>
“Give one to Hailey. See what she does.”<br>
Soren made a face. “If you’re sure…”<br>
“I’m sure. Look.” She bent down and held the sweet in front of Mr. Stinky’s mouth and the little dog inhaled it. He snorted and pawed her leg for more. “See?”<br>
“Huh. Okay.” Soren held the candy to Hailey’s mouth and she nibbled at it delicately. Once she got a taste, she gobbled it down pressing her head against his chin.<br>
“I think she liked it.”<br>
“Of course she did. Now come on. Let’s show those kids how we do Halloween and maybe if you’re good later…”<br>
“Hmmm?” Soren lifted his eyebrow with a saucy expression.<br>
Allyse winked, scooping up Mr. Stinky and heading out the front door. “Then I’ll teach you how to howl at the moon.”<br>
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have any problem doing that, Mrs. Rochester. Not one bit.”<br>
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About the Author:<br>
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Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow, Taming the Beast, Malediction (A Wicked Halloween), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites), Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine), Waking Up Wolf (Coming in Hot), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming), The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.<br>
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For more information on books by Erzabet, visit her website: http://erzabetwrites.wix.com/erzabetbishop<br>
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