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Nefarious by Lucille Moncrief – Book Tour + #Giveaway

15/08/17

Nefarious Volume One:
A Dark and Erotic Tale
by Lucille Moncrief
Genre: Erotic Horror

Set in a steampunk Savannah, Georgia, Nefarious weaves a tale of
intrigue, hidden desires, and devious intentions.

Talcott Henderson wants to live again.

A centuries-old vampire, he longs to destroy his maker and become human
once more. In order to do so, he must turn another. While he sets his
sights on Elyse Delafayette, a human with a tragic past, Samuel
Quartermaine, a vampire hunter with a dark secret, sets his on
Talcott. Will Talcott succeed in convincing Elyse to join the ranks
of the undead before Samuel can stop him?

Curiosity bested me, and I brushed away the hair that had fallen across Ms.
Delafayette’s neck. Two more teeth marks over the carotid, but
these were faded. Coldiron would be very interested indeed.
My eyes lingered a bit too long on her face. She had delicate,
elven-like features framed by dark curls. Her lips were like a red
seal over an unblemished envelope. What secrets did they hold? What
secrets would they tell?”
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Nefarious Volume Two:
Honor the Suffering
Genre: Historical Fiction, Horror
Is eternal guilt the price of human empathy?
While the bombs rain overhead, Talcott Henderson and a group of fellow
soldiers huddle in the cratered ground beneath the German front
lines. Through the never-ending din of enemy fire, the voracious,
blood-soaked machine of war haunts Talcott. Memories claw at him;
kill or be killed, eat or be eaten. In the bowels of the earth a
specter appears, and offers him an eternal life free of guilt.
But what is the cost of an unmarred soul?
*Includes custom illustrations
*Cover art by Jessica Dueck
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Nefarious Volume 3:
The World Is Our Exile
Can evil consume innocence?
Can the one who walks the line between both save it?
Elyse Delafayette, innocent yet darkly cynical, continues a naive
flirtation with evil incarnate. Although goodness pursues her, she
rebukes him. Although he seems sincere, she fears he is not.
Samuel Quartermaine, embodying darkness and light, races against time to
save her from the clutches of the undead. Will she let him love her?
The third installment of the Nefarious series, The World is Our Exile is
a paranormal erotic romance novella set in a steampunk Savannah,
Georgia. If you love sarcastic heroines, brooding, secretive heroes,
and exploring the stark contrast between good and evil, you will love
this story. Get your copy now to experience a thrilling, erotic ride
into vivid new world.
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Lucille Moncrief is a horror and historical fiction author. A stodgy old
librarian in a past life, she loves poring over history books and
binge watching PBS’s “Secrets Of” series.
Her literary inspiration comes from the works of Poe, Lovecraft,
Fitzgerald, and her favorite author is Kurt Vonnegut.
When she is not yelling at the kids to get off her lawn, you can find her
staring out her window pretending to be pensive.
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Hounded by Ellie Douglas – Book Tour + #Giveaway

17/07/17

Hounded
by Ellie Douglas
Genre: Horror, Post-Apocalypse
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When Calloway Foster woke up that morning, he never expected it to be a
deathblow to life on earth.
Nothing can prepare him for one of the world’s most loved species to turn
into the undead. Four-legged zombies now run rampant-hungry and
intelligent, they are merciless to those still struggling to
survive.
Follow Cal on a turbulent journey filled with horrific loss, new love, and
unbelievably terrifying events.
Will he find his twin brother in time? Can he keep his family safe?
A terrifying surprise twist will test the survivors to the brink of
humanity’s very existence.
**Previously published as Zombie dogs SB-16**
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Hounded 2
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Bellamy Foster leads his group of survivors on a perilous journey. Not only
must he find a sanctuary for them all, but he is also on a quest to
find his twin brother, Calloway.
Currently being stalked by raging, hungry, vicious zombie dogs, they become
aware of a new, more sinister, threat. The infected SB-16 coma
patients are now becoming vile, ravenous, and monstrous human
zombies.
Will the survivors find a new sanctuary in time to save themselves and
what remains of the shattered world around them?
Hounded 2 is an explicit horror – full of spattered slaughter, love and
loss, fast-moving action, and a maze of unexpected destruction, that
is sure to keep you turning pages late into the night. In this, her
second novel, Ellie Douglas proves there’s plenty of rot to ooze
out of the zombie genre.
**Previously published as Zombie dogs SB-16 Book 2**
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I’m Ellie Douglas, and like you, I love horror, everything about horror,
the goriest and most gruesome of horrors is the ultimate. I can’t
get enough. So much so that I write horror. That need to be graphic,
and explicit with my horror scenes makes me stand out. I give what I
want to read to others, so now they can enjoy a true horror
story.
I’m not all about just being graphic, I also build characters that the
readers will love and or hate, so they can feel pulled right inside
of the story that they are reading. It gives me so much enjoyment
when I hear remarks like, ‘You made me want to puke,’ ‘I have
nightmares every damned night –thanks,’ and ‘Quentin Tarantino
and Steven King made a baby, YOU!’ when I hear comments like that,
I know then I’ve succeeded, that also pushes me into writing more
and becoming even better.
I’m fun loving, generous and very mysterious. I enjoy spending time with
my family, and have four children to keep the horror writing alive. I
enjoy helping others and volunteer my services to help Autistic
children, I love cosplay and the chance to dress up as a monster,
zombie or some other gritty character is fun, oh so much fun.
I love summer, and well…I hate winter. I live in New Zealand and feel
often too far away from all the cool stuff going on in the world. I
love helping people all the time. I’ve got my hands dipped in a few
things, I write books, but I also make professional book covers for
other authors, I also create adult coloring books and I have a
gambling app that I designed on the apple store 🙂 I’ve always got
a project going, be it writing or creating, that is who I am and I
love it 🙂
My ultimate aim is to give back, paying it forward, to constantly better
myself and give the audience amazing stories. Let me scare you…
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After and Before by Samantha Gregory – Spotlight Promo

24/06/17

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Title: After (Book 1)

Publisher: SKGregory

Genre: Horror/YA

Word Count: 46k

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The dead walked. The world fell apart. But what happened after? Jenna Deluise is just trying to survive in this broken world, but after her father’s apparent suicide she discovers that she didn’t really know him at all. How was he connected to the zombies? Why is his former boss so sure he is alive? What else was he hiding?

 

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One

Jenna

 

I kept my head down as I walked along the C road, clutching the bag of groceries to my chest. It wasn’t the kind of neighborhood you wanted to linger in, and it was one of the better ones in the city. I sidestepped a man sitting on the ground. He was wrapped in an old, tattered blanket. He held his hands out to whoever passed him, begging for any money they could spare. I tried not to look at him. I didn’t have any money to give him. I barely had enough for the groceries I just bought.

Joining the queue for the checkpoint, I tried to ignore the chill wind blowing. Summer was definitely over. My jacket was threadbare as it was and I couldn’t afford a new one. Winter was going to be fun. Not.

I kept my gaze fixed on the ground as I moved closer to the front of the line. It wasn’t a good idea to make eye contact with a lot of the people who lived around here. I missed our old house. At least you could walk the streets without worrying about getting mugged, or worse.

I was jostled from behind by a woman wearing a black knit cap and a long black coat.

“What are you looking at?” she snapped. I quickly faced front. I wasn’t interested in a fight; I just wanted to go home.

I swiped my identity pass at the checkpoint; I was two blocks from home. The Alliance soldier posted there scrutinized it carefully before handing it back. Seriously, did I look like a threat?

“Reason for entering this area?” he asked, his cold blue eyes piercing mine. He wore the standard black uniform with the red Alliance symbol on the breast. An automatic weapon hung at his side and I had no doubt that he knew how to use it. The New Alliance was the ultimate law enforcement.

“I live here,” I said.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Food.”

I don’t think he liked my tone, but I didn’t have another I cared to use. Every freaking day I had to go through this. I’m pretty sure it was the same guard too, but the AS had a habit of making people’s lives miserable. He took his time searching my bag, for all that was in it. A few canned goods.

The line behind me was a long one; everyone was crowded together, eager to get home before dark.  Most of the people looked half starved. Food wasn’t cheap in this quadrant and a lot of people had taken to stealing it to survive. We weren’t that bad, yet.

Finally, he waved me through. I hurried away, glad to put him behind me.

I didn’t get far before startled cries rang through the crowd. I glanced back to see someone stagger into the road. He was dressed in rags, his face covered in dirt. The crowd fell silent as he let out a loud moan. I froze. It couldn’t be. My heart began to race.

A ripple went through the crowd and one word rang out clearly. The word no one wanted to hear, the word most people were too terrified to even utter.

Several AS ran forward, weapons already drawn. When the man saw them coming he dropped the act and raised his hands in surrender.

“It was a joke,” he cried as he was tackled to the ground. There were grunts and cries from him as the AS laid into him. Idiot! Nobody tried to help him, and I didn’t blame them. It wasn’t something to joke about.

They hauled him to his feet and led him away. I wasn’t sticking around any longer.
Turning into the alleyway that would take me home, I found that it was already occupied by a street vendor, selling a variety of fruits that were hard to come by nowadays.

“Hey sweetness,” the vendor crooned at me. I glanced at him, taking in the ratty hair, beard and cold black eyes that were checking me out. I used my free hand to pull my jacket tighter around me.

I sped up, hoping to get past him, but he stepped forward, blocking my path.

“Why don’t you choose something nice for yourself, then we can discuss payment,” he raised an eyebrow. He was standing way too close for my liking. I could smell his rancid breath.

He was at least six inches taller than me and while he was no wrestler, he still had more muscle than me. This could go wrong very quickly.  Thinking fast, I said, “Do you have a permit to sell these goods?”

I tried to keep my voice steady. The question seemed to confuse him, “What?”

“A permit. Under section seven of the New Alliance code, it is illegal to sell imported goods without one.”

“Yeah? And what would you know about it, little girl?”

I pulled an ID card from my jacket pocket, “Plenty, I’m an undercover agent for the Alliance.”

He backed away, swearing, “An agent? What are they hiring them straight out of kindergarten now?”

I glared at him. Okay, I look slightly younger than my seventeen years but not that young.

“I should shut you down right now,” I said.

“Come on, I’m just trying to make a living, like everyone else.”

I sighed and took a closer look at his pitch. I spied some oranges. I hadn’t had one in years. I picked up three of them and dropped them into my grocery bag.

The vendor watched me, but didn’t say anything. Usually where there was one agent, another was never far behind. He was probably used to them shaking him down. Why would they pay for things when they could just take them?

I lifted an apple too, making a show of biting into it. It was delicious.

“If I catch you around here again, I’ll shut you down,” I walked away.

At the end of the alley I turned right, passing a burnt out car. A huge black skull had been painted on the wall beside it, along with the words CHAOS REIGNS. Yeah, it did.

Once I was sure I was out of sight, I collapsed against the wall, breathing hard. That was close. It was a good thing I had held onto dad’s work pass. It was the only things of his I had kept. The vendor hadn’t bothered to look too close, all he saw was the Alliance symbol and that was enough to sell it.

At least I had something to show for it. Lifting one of the oranges from the bag, I inhaled its scent. Mom would love them. This reminded me, I was late getting back. I ate the rest of the apple as I walked.

Mom and I shared a crappy two bedroom apartment in South City, formerly Southern Manhattan. It’s all changed now, since the Alliance took over running the country. They had divided the country into quadrants, with an Alliance outpost in each one. Any quadrant deemed uninhabitable was known as an X quadrant. Most of them were located in the centre of the country. They used to be high population areas which were overrun during the outbreak.

Our apartment was on the second floor of a tower block, which housed over sixty families. It was a shoebox compared to where we used to live. That was before everything with dad.

I climbed the concrete steps to the second floor.

“Hi, Jenna.”

I felt a smile spread across my face at the sound of his voice. Ross Tamby, our next door neighbor. He was a year older than me, with dark hair and gorgeous green eyes. He was the one good thing about living here.

“Hi, Ross, how’s your mom?” I asked.

He was wearing a pale blue shirt over slacks, which he looked great in. I was suddenly self-consciousf my own clothes. An old flannel shirt that was frayed at the sleeves, over jeans.

“Better, I think it was just a bug. Thanks for making that soup for her.”

“It was no problem. Oh, here I have something for you,” I held out an orange to him.

“Where did you get that?”

“I just picked it up when I was out.”

He hesitated, “I don’t know, Jen. The Alliance have been really clamping down on imports.”

“I won’t tell them if you don’t.”

He laughed nervously and took the orange, turning it over in his hands, “Hey, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

“I need someone to watch my little sister tonight. Just for a few hours, I would be really grateful.”

I don’t really like kids but when he stared at me with those green eyes, I felt myself caving, “Sure. What time?”

“About seven? You’re the best Jen. Hey, maybe we should hang out some time?”

“I’d love to. How about Friday?”

“Friday’s no good. Saturday?”

I nodded, “Definitely.”

He gave my arm a squeeze, flashed me that smile again and went back inside.

Oh, my God, Ross Tamby just asked me out. This day was definitely getting better.
Once I reached my front door though, everything that happened in the last couple of months came back to me. It didn’t seem right to be happy about something as stupid as a date. Not now that dad was gone.

I paused for a moment, and then went inside. I found mom seated in front of the TV. She was huddled in one of dad’s old shirts, staring vacantly at the screen.  Her long auburn hair, the same shade as my own, was streaked with strands of grey. All that happened in the last few months had aged her.

“I’m back,” I said. It took several seconds for her to respond.

“Hi, honey,” she said, her eyes never leaving the screen.

The news was on. That was all that seemed to be on TV anymore, news and documentaries about the outbreak.

I left her to it, taking the groceries into the kitchenette to unpack.

“Hey,” Lana said, bursting into the house. Lana Barrett lived a few apartments down.

“Did you just let yourself in?” I asked.

“Yeah, so?”

I shook my head and sighed. She had a habit of showing up whenever she felt like it. Since I was the only other girl around that was her age, she assumed we were friends. I guess we kind of were. I mean I couldn’t exactly turn a friend down since I didn’t have any, but she was so annoying, and she had no concept of privacy.

“I saw you talking to Ross. What did he want?” she asked, hopping up on the counter and swinging her legs back and forth. She was wearing a t shirt for an old grunge band over leggings.

“Me to baby-sit. He, uh, asked me out too,” I said.

Her mouth fell open, “Seriously? How did you manage that?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. He just asked me.”

“Wow, what have you got that I haven’t? I mean, I know you’re older, but I’m blonde. Plus I have a lot more going on,” she waved her hands in front of her chest and I felt myself flush. There was no comparison, and now I found myself questioning why Ross asked me out.  I shouldn’t have opened my mouth.

I busied myself with the groceries trying to hide my burning cheeks. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she was right. I’m sure guys asked her out all the time, but I wasn’t so lucky. I kept my head down at school. Sure, a few guys asked me out, but I turned them down. Mom kept a tight rein on me. If I told her I was going out with some guy, she’d probably ground me for a year. It sucked, but I couldn’t entirely blame her. The world was a crazy, dangerous place.

“I heard that Jamie Ford got arrested.”

Glad to change the subject, I asked, “He did? Why?”

“I heard he was doing ‘deliveries’,” she did air quotes, “for the Alliance on the DL, but when he was caught, they denied it. He was sent to camp.”

I rolled my eyes, she said camp like it was some summer thing, not the concentration camp it was. I’ve heard a million horror stories about those places. Jamie was kind of a loner who liked to pull stupid stunts on people. I wasn’t surprised he got involved in something skeevy, but I thought he had the sense not to get caught. I’m sure the Alliance were quick to use him as their fall guy.

“I should get dinner started,” I said.

She was busy twisting her hair around her fingers, “What are we having?”

“Mom isn’t up to guests. Sorry.” Now she was inviting herself to dinner?

“Yeah, okay. Well I should get going anyway. Let me know how it goes with Ross. I want all the juicy details.” She gave me a wink and headed for the door.

As she passed the door of dad’s office, she looked back at me, “Is that where he…?” She drew a thumb across her throat. I just stared at her in disgust. She shrugged and walked out.

“Bye, Mrs D!” she called loudly.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut. I really needed to start locking it.
After I put the groceries away, I peeled one of the oranges to eat. Popping one of the segments into my mouth, I savored the sweet juices. Putting the rest of the pieces onto a plate, I brought them into the living room for Mom.

I took a seat beside her on the ancient leather sofa that had been here when we arrived. The stuffing was falling out of it and it smelled faintly of cat pee, but it was one of the few bits of furniture in the apartment. Dad wouldn’t let us take anything from the old house, except for some clothes.

“Mom?” I held the plate out to her.

“Oh, lovely,” she said, taking a piece.

She ate it without comment, further proof of how much she had changed since dad’s death. There was a time she would have screamed at me for arriving home late and she would have interrogated me about the oranges too.

Now she seemed distant. Lost. It was up to me to cook and clean and buy groceries on the meager widow’s pension which Mom received once a month from Gene-Pharm. Sometimes she would lock herself away in her bedroom for days.

It had been two months since dad had killed himself. I came home one day to find the Alliance removing the body. They wouldn’t let me see him, or answer any questions I had. Mom was hysterical. When she finally calmed down, she told me he overdosed on pills. There was no note. No explanation. He was just gone.

I spent all my energy since, trying not to think about him. About how he abandoned us. I had my mother to take care of; I couldn’t afford to fall apart.

The news ended and Clive Rutherford appeared on the screen. He was a self-proclaimedistorian, who travelled the country documenting the epidemic and its aftermath.

“Almost twenty years ago, the outbreak began. A deadly virus swept America, spread by the bite of the infected. It became a third world country, practically overnight, with Canada and South America closing their borders to prevent it from spreading. Minor outbreaks occurred across the globe, but none as devastating as here.  A team of scientists worked tirelessly to find a cure.”

A picture flashed up on screen of the scientists. I inhaled sharply when I saw my dad’s face amongst them. He had been a key player in finding the cure.

“Infected areas were dusted with an experimental cure, which eliminated a large percentage of the infected, but made it almost impossible to grow anything in the soil.
The country began to rebuild itself, slowly, with the help of the New Alliance, the military appointed government whose swift action saved the country from total destruction. It was only five years ago that the vaccine was approved. Since then, the infected have been successfully eradicated.”

I snorted. The infected. They made it sound like they had a bad dose of the flu, but using the Z word was practically a crime in itself.

Yes, the zombies were gone, but the world was still a mess, and it would be for a long time to come. I admit I don’t have a lot of firsthand experience with the devastation. Dad was hired by Gene-Pharm when I was very young and we were moved to one of their safe zones.

I remember the first time I ever saw a zombie that wasn’t on TV. It was the day we had moved to the house in the suburbs.

We were driving past one of the restricted zones. I was in the back seat of our minivan; I was only about four years old. A chain link fence ran around the area and I remember seeing the people in the zone pressed up against it, their faces desperate and terrified. Mom tried to get me to look at her and tried to distract me by singing songs, but I couldn’t look away.

As I watched, a wave of panic went through the crowd and they all scattered. A few of them fell to the ground in their haste to get away. A man emerged from the crowd, waving his arms wildly. He crashed into the fence as though he didn’t know it was there.

For a second our eyes locked, as he looked at me hungrily, his face crazed and black bile covered his chin. Then the car moved on and he was gone. I woke up screaming every night for a month after that.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a helicopter which drowned out the TV. It wasn’t unusual to hear them pass over, but this one sounded very close. Something told me that trouble was on the way, and Dad always said I had great instincts.

“Mom, maybe-” Before I could finish the sentence, the living room window exploded, showering us in glass.

I screamed as two Alliance soldiers jumped into the room. They trained their guns on us.

“Don’t move!”

 

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Title: Before

Publisher: SKGregory

Genre: Horror/YA

Word Count: 47k

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One mistake could doom mankind…

A young intern discovers that the company he works for is developing a deadly virus. Terrified of what it could do, he steals the virus and the antidote. When it is accidentally released on a subway train, the occupants all perish. The problem is they don’t stay dead.
Jack, a computer geek, receives an email which leads her to a scientist and a street-smart punk called Danny, who holds the antidote in his veins. The unlikely allies fight to expose the company and their virus to the media, but can they stay alive long enough to synthesize a cure? And how far will the virus spread?

 

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Prologue

 

Tom

Just keep moving, don’t make eye contact with anyone.

I jogged down the steps to the subway, avoiding looking at the sea of faces that were heading up. The bag I carried bounced off my hip and I thought of the contents inside and what would happen if they broke. I couldn’t slow down though, so I placed my hand on the bag, holding it firmly against my body.

Several people bumped into me, none of them bothering to apologize. If they knew what I was carrying they would definitely keep their distance.

The train hadn’t arrived yet; a small crowd filled the platform. I moved as close to the edge as I dared; eager to get out of here.

I was breathing heavily, sweat dripped off me. My shirt was soaked through. A blonde girl, about my age, gave me a disgusted look and inched away from me. I didn’t blame her.

What have I done?

I had just ruined my entire life. Working at Gene Pharm was my dream. I’d done my time as an intern, earned my promotion and here I was one week in and I had stolen research. I was in the lab, going through old projects and cataloging them.  A message had appeared on my computer screen, an instant message with a file name. There was no sender, so I just assumed that it was an internal memo for me on which file I should work on next. The file was buried deep and once I read it, I could understand why.

Maybe I could still fix this. If I took the bag back, explained the situation…

No. If I took it back, they would kill me. And if this stuff ever got used…that didn’t bear thinking about. I wasn’t naïve, I know that a lot of pharmaceutical and research companies work on some deadly stuff, but this was beyond anything I’d ever seen. It had the potential to wipe out most of the world if it got loose.

I heard the distant rumble of the train. I just needed to put some distance between me and Gene Pharm. Then I could decide what to do next. My parents owned a cabin up north, before they died. It was in my mother’s maiden name. I could go up there and lay low for a while. There was no way they would think to look there.

As the train pulled up, I saw them. Two suits, about twenty feet away, searching the crowd. I knew they were from Gene Pharm.

Keeping my head down, I boarded the train. It was only a matter of time before they caught me. I quickly took a seat and opened my laptop. Inserting the flash drive, I opened up my email. There weren’t many people who would understand what I was sending them, but one person sprang to mind. Jack Wylie. We were in college together, chemistry specifically. He would know what the formula was and what it could do.

I typed Jack into the mail recipient box and his email address came up. I glanced around for any sign of the two goons in suits. They were two cars back, searching every passenger.

“Damn,” I muttered. I attached the file, typing a quick message to Jack.

I need you to take a look at this. Gene Pharm was working on it and I think they are going to test it on humans. If you don’t hear from me again – make sure the media gets this.

I prayed Jack wouldn’t think it was a hoax. Ripping the flash drive from the laptop, I slipped it down the side of the seat. It was better not to get caught with the evidence on me.

They were only one car away now. I couldn’t let them get the virus or the antivirus.  The car I was in only held five other people. An old couple, a woman carrying groceries, a middle aged man and a teenage boy.

He was about eighteen, with dark hair, wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans. He stood by the doors, ear buds in place. I could make out the faint sounds of Paint it Black playing.

He was going to get off the train. I unzipped the bag to reveal the two injector pens inside. I wasn’t about to risk exposing the virus, but someone else should have the antivirus. Someone with no ties to Gene Pharm.

Gene Pharm could destroy it or at least keep it for themselves. I pulled out the antivirus, set the bag on the seat and stood up. The train was slowing down. This could be my only chance to make sure the antivirus survived.

When the train lurched, I pretended to stumble into the boy, while injecting the contents into his hip. He ripped the buds from his ears and glared at me.

“Watch it man,” he snapped.

Realizing what I had done, I looked into his green eyes, “I’m sorry.”

He was thrown by the sincerity of the statement.

“It’s cool,” he shrugged. The train stopped and he got off. I watched him go as the doors closed. He headed up, out of the subway and I lost sight of him. Taking a step forward, I thought I could follow, but a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I didn’t need to look to know they had reached me.

The train moved off again. One of them led me back to my seat and sat beside me. The other stood close by. They couldn’t make a scene here. That was the one thing they knew how to do well – cover their asses.

“I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you,” the one beside me said. His dark hair was shaved close to his head and his nose looked like it had been broken a few dozen times. His buddy was shorter, but equally intimidating.

“Please, if it gets out, millions could die.” They had to understand why I was doing this.

The one beside me glanced at his partner looking amused, “I don’t give a damn about the details. We’re just here to return what was taken.”

I looked around the car. No one was going to help me. My hand tightened around the bag.

“We’re getting off at the next stop. Mr. Breton wants to see you.”

I swallowed hard. No one ever came face to face with Breton. He was an enigma, always shut away in his office on the fourteenth floor. Of course if I was responsible for the production of a deadly virus, I’d want to keep my face hidden too. He had the power and the influence to make me disappear.

We stood up, ready to leave. I still held the bag.

I threw an elbow at the goon next to me. I caught him in the nose and he stumbled back. I took off running towards the back of the train.

Someone pulled the emergency brake as I reached the final car. It was empty. I fell to my knees, the bag shooting across the floor. It was still unzipped and the virus rolled out.

I scrambled after it, but they had caught up to me.

With a final glance back, I crashed through the car door and down onto the tracks. I started running, certain I would never stop.

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S. K. Gregory writes in the horror and fantasy genres. She enjoys reading and posts reviews for authors through her site. When she’s not writing, she enjoys watching movies and photography.

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Exit Lives by Jamel Gross – Book Tour + #Giveaway

05/06/17

 

 


Exit
Lives

Jamel
Gross

Genre: Horror
Publisher:  BookVenture Publishing LLC
Date of Publication:  December 2016
ISBN: 978-1-946250-83-4
Number of pages: 68
Word Count: 18, 389

Book Description:

Exit Lives is a horror story that
talks about a deranged man named leather who commits lots of crimes and who
became clueless to these crimes.
His world turned upside down when
an unexpected thing happen to his life.
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Excerpt from Chapter One:

The tortured should not dream.
Daydreams, nightmares, and illusions
Generate a hellish reality.
The mind plays games
The story begins
I have lived
around in different places, moving from an apartment to a friend’s house, to
somewhere else, because jobs are hard to come by and don’t generally pay much.
When I was in my twenties, I moved in with my grandparents. People used to call
my grandmother Mama Dorothy, and my grandfather was known as Paypuh Bill, for
dollar bill.
They needed
help—someone to take care of them if they got sick and needed a doctor right
away, or someone to run errands for them that were no longer easy for them to
do as they were getting on in years. And I was surely thankful for a clean
place to lay my head at night.
Mama Dorothy had
diabetes, and her foot was lame. It did not permit of much walking. Besides,
she weighed enough for three sizable women.
She had stopped
going to the hairdresser to have her hair straightened years before and decided
that having a woman come into her kitchen, bringing the strong acids and hot
irons used to straighten black hair was more torture than it was worth. So she
let her hair grow nappy. She had lived long enough, and Lord knew she had
suffered enough that she had earned the right to be comfortable.
Paypuh Bill was
rail thin. The hair on top of his head was mostly gone. Years before I moved
in, he had worked as a chauffeur for some rich white folks. He had also worked
washing dishes in an assortment of greasy spoons and fast-food restaurants.
Once, he had even worked as a bouncer in a strip joint. But that was a long
time ago. The part of his life that would never let him go were those terrible
years he had spent overseas as an enlisted man in the army. The fighting and
the killing gave him nightmares almost worse than any of the nightmares he had
from the Ku Klux Klan. And he’d never had to go overseas to experience any of
their wretched nonsense.
We sort of got
into a routine. I would truck off to work in the morning, to do whatever work I
had that month or that season, then I would come home to make sure there was
supper for the three of us. We usually ate sitting in the living room, watching
the news on television.

 

Mama Dorothy
would begin talking then. Sometimes she would yell at the newscaster, telling
him he was a blind idiot if he couldn’t see it was the end times coming for all
of us. The only book she ever read was the Bible. She would grab it from the
table beside her and thumb her way through it to Revelations—her favorite book
in the Bible. From that source, she would shout out the verses about wars, one
country attacking another, and the Antichrist who would soon show his face. She
hadn’t quite made up her mind who that infamous person would be, though there
were a few close contenders for the honor. However, the end times were surely
coming this very minute, and we all must repent so that we would be ready to
face the Lord when he came down to walk upon this earth again, with his fiery
sword, ready to distribute grave affliction to any and all who do not believe
in him. The Lord sounded like a dangerous fellow. He was not the kind of person
I would want to invite into my home.
 

About
the Author:

On a relaxing day, I enjoy a good
book to start the day. I hope everyone has an opportunity to purse their dreams
in life… Also I like to take time and enjoy life. Sometimes things aren’t as
promised, never take loved ones for granted, spending time with family and
friends. The Drive is the most intoxicating force. Sometimes I feel as if I’m
on a mission. Pray for World Peace and the lives that were lost???
As a writer, I find people
fascinating. It is only the beginning until the clock is up. Precious time,
precious few. Make time and savor the moment let no obstacles come between you
and the gift… A little robust, a good jolt to start the day.

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Midnight Angel by Tracey A Wood – Reviews

seven five star reviews

Midnight Angel

After almost losing her life in a vicious, bloody attack. Kat Shaw, a thirty-something, divorcee, discovers that there are such things as monsters. And the predator who attacked her is not human. She starts to develop unusual skills which have murderous consequences. And is an unwilling witness to multiple, brutal murders, seen through the eyes a killer. Thrown into a battle of Good vs. Evil, she falls in love with two men who are not what they seem. While her attacker stalks her and continues to murder the innocent. She has to find the inner strength to take on and fight the demons from hell. To protect her family and friends while also trying to save her life.
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Midnight Angel (The Council Book 1)
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Susan James‘s 5 STAR review

Aug 01, 2016

it was amazing

Midnight Angel is not the kind of book I normally read. I love books set in England, but as a rule I don’t read any romance tinged with horror and graphic violence. But I couldn’t put Midnight Angel down. I had to know what happened.
Kat is a divorcee with a grown son. She’s bought herself a new cottage and is planning a great time redecorating with her best friends. When she’s assaulted by a monster everything changes. The assault leaves her with terrible wounds and new powers. Suddenly she can see things she’s never seen before, including a lover who first comes to her in dreams. Kat’s caught up in the battle between angels and demons and if she and her new friends don’t find the demons, it could mean the end of our world. Wonderful first book. Looking forward to reading the next one.

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US Review

5 STAR Unique and gripping to the very last page

ByRebeccaon October 26, 2016

Format: Paperback

Midnight Angel captured my interest from page one.

The author crafted paranormal suspense that kept me on the

edge of me seat…and made me late for work yesterday!

Through the shape shifting tale, she told a very possible

romantic story that gave a realistic feel to the novel. I love

getting caught up in the world of a book and peeking over my

shoulder just to make sure the paranormal isn’t real. Yes, it

was that good! I loved all the side characters and hope this

author continues with their stories in a continuing series.
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5 STAR Fantastic read!, 27 Nov. 2016

By Gemma Ikins

This review is from: Midnight Angel (The Council Book 1) (Kindle Edition)

If you are looking for a book thats exciting and a bit different…you just found it! This book is amazing, I couldn’t put it down! The creativity is fantastic, it makes you picture what’s happening in your head! I literally didn’t want it to end. Good job!

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Posted on August 4, 2016 by Carrie

4 STAR

After surviving a vicious attack Kat Shaw learns that monsters really do exist in the world. She begins having dreams of brutal murders and finds that she is seeing what the demon who had attacked her is actually doing. Kat is thrown into the battle of good versus evil as her attacker stalks her and continues to murder innocent victims.

First, a couple of things about Midnight Angel. This one is definitely an adult fantasy read as there was quite a bit of sexual content going on. It took me a bit of getting used to as I’m used to the whole demon fighting type of read being mostly young adult. Plus with this one there’s a bit of a love triangle situation with the main character meeting two men.

Otherwise, I like the idea behind the plot in this one. The idea of surviving an attack only to end up linked to the attacker was certainly interesting. To be injured and have your injuries heal rather quickly would be odd enough but to learn what you are seeing is actually taking place and there is a whole world out there you didn’t know existed was a fun topic.

Tracey A Wood

About the Author

Tracey A Wood has lived in Staffordshire, in the United Kingdom. She has been married for over thirty years and has two children. One of her boy’s lives at home due to being disable the other has flown the coup. She has three cats that are her babies, and she talks to them all of the time. Funny thing is they don’t answer back!

She loves snowboarding, skiing, jumping out of airplanes and bungee jumping. Well, that is when other people are doing them. She prefers to have her nose in a book or writing one. She also loves to people watch which her husband is always telling her to stop doing. She has a job that she enjoys and works full time. Although if she won the lottery, that might change! She has also got a very good imagination!

She is still working full time and is also working on another book in her limited spare time.  Her favorite saying is ‘Everything happens for a reason’ which she also believes is true.

Her books are fast paced and centered on a female lead who finds an inner strength after being thrown into situations that are beyond her control.

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Loved by a Killer by C.F. Rabbiosi – Spotlight Tour + #Giveaway

08/03/17


Loved By A Killer: A Sexy Paranormal Thriller
Loved By A Killer Series
Book One
C.F. Rabbiosi
Genre: PNR, Thriller, Horror
Release Date: Oct. 26th 2016
ISPN: 978-1539743590
ASIN: B01MCXOZ69
Number of Pages: 274
Word Count: Appr. 86,000
Cover artists: Sam Briggs and Ashen Sorrow
Book Description:
Raina loved performing upon the London stage, but one night she found herself dancing for only HIM. She froze, and looked to the balcony where the gaslights flickered dimly over his shadowy form. If only she had known that this beautiful monster would soon rip her away from everything in the world SHE EVER LOVED, perhaps she wouldn’t have lingered so long.
Marcus loved being a blood thirst predator, but one night his gallivanting brought him to his knees in front of HER. If only he’d known what would happen when she danced, that she would remind him of someone who was everything in the world HE EVER LOVED, Perhaps he would’ve turned away.
As he drags her deeper and deeper into his depraved world of torture and violence, she begins fighting with her own darkness that threatens to consume her everyday. And oh, how it begs to be released. And though she knows it’s wrong, she desires her captor anyway.
Until she begins falling for someone else…
Meanwhile, prostitutes are being butchered in the streets and she begins to wonder: Is her dark lover, the one she is bound to, The Ripper?
With an accurate account of the creepy gaslit times of London and real Jack the Ripper crime scenes, Loved By A Killer is an exciting read from start to finish.
 
 
I RACE UPSTAIRS
AND TURN THE GASLIGHT ON to its brightest setting and listen to every sound in
the house, for anything unusual and for Marcus’ return. My mind spins over this
turn of events. The mutilated girl in the picture. The monster that takes pleasure in her horrific murder. The kind of
monster that stole my mother away in the darkness leaving our lives wrecked.
But now I have power: speed, strength, senses that are out of this world, and
an affinity for the night. And somewhere, this monster lurks in the night- that
I
NOW OWN
.
I’m going to destroy him. Jack
the Ripper, Marcus, whoever he is-
he’s dead. I don’t believe it will cost me what’s left of my humanity, but even
if my soul disintegrates to pieces, he must be stopped.
“Fascinated…captivated… Throw me
to the devil for I am painfully in love with you.” Marcus appears in the
doorway. His face gleams happily and he throws his hat onto the dresser. 
I force a smile. “What have you
been up to?”
“Oh, baby, I have my own vampire things to tend to.” He extends his hand
toward my face and I flinch. “Have you eaten?” My muscles feel weak and my
chest burns a little. “No? Let me fix that. Tom!”
“Please don’t let me hurt him,” I say.
He nods. I drink from the young servant’s wrist as my mind swims with horrid
thoughts. After ten gulps, I force my mouth away and it doesn’t hurt as much,
being far more interested in Marcus’ bloody affairs. I pull up a sleeve to wipe
the blood away and Tom lies back on the bed.
“Guess what happened tonight?”
Marcus flings messy hair out of his face and plops down on the bed beside me.
 “What happened?”
“There was another murder on the
East side.”
My breath catches. “And?” I
flutter my eyelids up at my beaming vampire. “How do you know that?”
“While I was… out, the town was
a-buzz with the sad murmurings of a new victim.”
“You seem so torn up.”
“Of course not. But she was.”  
Tom’s hand lands on my leg. “Can
I be yours? Like, your personal blood boy?”
Marcus scoffs. “She’s likely to
kill you, chap.”    
“Go ahead Marcus, tell me what
happened,” I say, unable to keep my voice steady.
“They say it was a bangtail
called Dark Annie. The doctor had to scoop her intestines and organs out of the
dirt and put them back into her stomach.”
“I see.” My mind unveils all the
mutilated women in the artwork I just discovered in Marcus’ study. What a
painting this new murder would make. “He’s not going to stop, is he?” I stare
pointedly into those dark pools of hypnotizing evil.
“Doubtful.” He cocks his head to
the side and grins.
Well, hell.

 

About the Author:
Charity lives in the University town of Columbia, MO with her husband and three girls. She holds degrees in Science and Registered Nursing, but found her true passion in writing.
Her stories are inspired by Interview with the Vampire, The Last Vampire, Buffy and True Blood and finds herself on most days living and writing in her own fantasy world- when she’s not chasing after her kids.
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Savage Woods by Mary Sangiovanni – Cover Reveal

16/02/17

SAVAGE WOODS
by Mary SanGiovanni
Genre: Horror
Pub Date: 9/26/2017
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author Mary SanGiovanni returns with a terrifying tale of madness,
murder, and mind-shattering evil . . .
Nilhollow—six-hundred-plus acres of
haunted woods in New Jersey’s Pine Barrens—is the stuff of urban
legend. Amid tales of tree spirits and all-powerful forest gods are
frightening accounts of hikers who went insane right before taking
their own lives. It is here that Julia Russo flees when her violent
ex-boyfriend runs her off the road . . . here that she vanishes
without a trace.
State Trooper Peter Grainger has
witnessed unspeakable things that have broken other men.
But he has to find Julia and can’t
turn back now. Every step takes him closer to an ugliness that won’t
be appeased—a centuries-old, devouring hatred rising up to
eviscerate humankind. Waiting, feeding, surviving. It’s
unstoppable. And its time has come.
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Bram Stoker nominated novel The Hollower, its sequels Found You and
The Triumvirate, Thrall, and Chaos, as well as the novellas For Emmy,
Possessing Amy, and The Fading Place, as well as numerous short
stories. She has been writing fiction for over a decade, has a
masters in writing popular fiction from Seton Hill University, and is
a member of The Authors Guild, Penn Writers, and International
Thriller Writers.
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Never Say Die by Stevie Kopas -Book Tour + #Giveaway

05/01/17

Never Say Die:
Stories of The Zombie Apocalypse
by Stevie Kopas
Genre: Dystopian, SciFi, Fantasy, Thriller, Horror
Family, friends, lovers…
Those are just a few examples of the strong bonds that hold humanity
together. But when the dead begin living, and the living start to
die, who will remain connected, and who will be torn apart?
Never Say Die: Stories of The Zombie Apocalypse, explores how different
relationships are put to the ultimate test when the end of the world
comes crashing down around them.
Some will live, some will die, but one thing is for certain: Some bonds
don’t break.
Jack:
Years after the zombie outbreak decimates the population, Jack’s
sister is mysteriously taken. Will he be able to find his sister, or
better yet, once he finds her, will he be able to accept what she has
become?
Gordon
and Elena:
The morning of an estranged couple’s divorce is
about to get a lot more stressful when a mysterious illness turns out
to be more dangerous than anyone expected. Will the two be able to
set their differences aside before their journey’s end?
Patient63:
After a terrorist attack, civilization crumbles when a
lab-created virus infects over half the world’s population. Dr.
Henrick Kennedy has found the vaccine in his sixty-third patient, a
former infected, but his intentions are anything but good. Graham, a
lonely janitor, has fallen in love with the imprisoned Patient 63.
But is love enough to save the world, or will love be the means to
its end all over again? (Previously released in At Hell’s Gates,
Volume 2: Origins of Evil)
Rosie:
A little girl is given a vaccine to protect her from the impending
zombie apocalypse, but when things don’t go as planned, Rosie and
her mom must find a way to escape their home and make it to the
evacuation zone alive. The human race may depend on it.
Trevor:
A troubled young man makes the decision to end his life, but when the
dead come back to life and his city is overrun, Trevor has suddenly
found the will to live again, only this time he realizes he has a
found a new purpose in life: Revenge.
Stevie Kopas was born and raised in Perth Amboy, New Jersey. She is a gamer,
a writer and an apocalypse enthusiast. Stevie will never turn down a
good cup of coffee and might even be a bit of a caffeine addict.
Stevie is the author of The Breadwinner Trilogy. Books 1 and 2, The
Breadwinner and Haven were originally self-published in 2013 and
2014. The Breadwinner Trilogy was picked up by Permuted Press in May
of 2014 and the second editions of both the first books were released
in March and April of 2015. The third and final installment in The
Breadwinner Trilogy, All Good Things, debuted in May of 2015. In June
of 2015 The Breadwinner was the number one bestselling dystopian
novel on Amazon.
Her fourth book, Never Say Die: Stories of The Zombie Apocalypse, was
released in May 2016.
Kopas also participates in the At Hell’s Gates horror anthologies and all
profits are donated to the Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund. Her short
stories, Nefarious, Patient 63, and Spencer Family Tradition can be
found in the first three volumes of At Hell’s Gates.
She currently resides in Panama City Beach, Florida and tries to spend as
much time as she can soaking up the sun.
Stevie is also the Managing Editor of the website Horror Metal Sounds and a
writer for the site. Offline, Stevie is a telecommunications
professional.
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Hell Holes by Donald Firesmith Book Tour + #Giveaway

28/12/16

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Hell Holes: What Lurks Below
By Donald Firesmith
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, SciFi, Horror

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A geologist, his climatologist wife, two graduate students, a local newspaper reporter, an oil company representative, and a field biologist travel to one of dozens of huge holes that have mysteriously appeared in the tundra of the North Slope of Alaska. Their mission is to research these strange craters that threaten financial and environmental catastrophe should they open up under the Trans-Alaska Pipeline or any of the many oil wells and smaller pipelines that feed it. Unfortunately, a far worse danger lurks below, one that threatens to destroy all of humanity when it emerges. Who will live and who will die on Hell Day and as the team flees south towards Fairbanks?

Volume 1 in the Hell Hole series, this book’s genre is primarily paranormal and fantasy with bits of science fiction, action/adventure, and horror thrown into the mix.“Urban Fantasy? Science Fantasy? I’m not sure how to label it. But whatever it is, I really got a kick out of it, and would happily come back for more. Recommended.” MJ Kobernus, author of The Guardian: Blood in the Sand
Full of action and fraught with danger. If you enjoy action/adventure stories but are tired of the same old threats, this is a book you should pick up.” Dave Robertson, Author of Strange Hunting

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Hell Holes: Demons on the Dalton

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When huge holes mysteriously formed in Alaska’s North Slope, a research team went to discover their cause. But when an army of invading demons erupted out of these hell holes, only two scientists and Aileen, the team’s secretive photographer, survived. Now in this exciting second book in the Hell Holes series, they must flee south along 350 miles of the Dalton Highway, one of the world’s most treacherous roads. Aileen, a member of an ancient order charged with defending humanity from Hell, must save the two scientists, but will her magic be enough?

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A computer geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive systems. Named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, he has authored seven technical books, written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers, and spoken at more conferences than he can possibly remember. Weekends and evenings, his alter ego writes fantasy novels and relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from fine woods and gemstones.

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Midnight’s Edge By David Chappius & Michael Klinger – Book Tour & Giveaway

16/11/16

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Midnight’s Edge Book 1
The Secrets of Sleepy Meadows
By David Chappius & Michael Klinger

Genre: Horror, Supernatural Suspense

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The title, Midnight’s Edge, comes from the time of night where the veil between the living and the dead disappears and, for a brief moment in time, the dead can return to the mortal world and live again. It is a story of a vile, evil man named Jeremy Wickcliff, whose wife, Lucy, arranged his death years ago to save the town from his wrath of destruction. In present time, he has been plotting from the spirit realm, a place of purgatory, to return to the mortal realm to seek revenge on those who wronged him and reclaim the life ripped away from him.

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Chapter 1

It would soon be Midnight’s Edge or ME as the witches call it, a time of the night when the veil between the living and dead disappears.

My name’s Shelly Hawkins-Wickcliff, and I live in the Wickcliff mansion, which sits on a hill overlooking the small town of Sleepy Meadows where I’ve lived for all of my 24 years.

I didn’t know much about ME, but Jeremy Wickcliff did. He was dead, but that didn’t stop him from reaching across the realms into the mortal world. You see, although he was gone, he found a way to get inside my head, to manipulate my thoughts and actions, to make my will his own. I’ve been hearing his voice cajoling me and taunting me for years and on this night, approaching ME, his plan to return to the mortal realm was about to become a reality. I didn’t fully understand how ME would factor into it, but to him it didn’t matter. To him, I was a pawn in his sick, twisted game.

On this night, I wandered in a daze through the shadowy hallway of the eerie mansion I inhabited. I had heard Jeremy’s voice in my head all day as usual, and as usual, he was just as cruel and heartless as ever. This night had been different; I had grown tired of the game. I was no longer able to fight him, no longer able to block out his voice. He had been with me every moment of every day for as long as I could remember. I was tired of the fight to banish him from my mind. I was losing the last grip on sanity that I had.

I was blinded by tears as I reached the staircase that led to the attic. As Jeremy’s voice commanded me to ascend the staircase, I wondered why he had wanted me to go there.  As I reached the top of the landing to the attic, I heard him call out to me.

“I know you’re in pain, and I know how to make it stop. Just be an obedient girl and do what I tell you.”

“I don’t understand any of this,” I said. “Why are you torturing me? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

He chuckled. “Oh, it’s almost unbelievable how naïve you are. Do you think it was a coincidence that your perfect fairy tale life turned into a living nightmare? Oh no. I was responsible for it all, princess. I’ve used the powers bestowed upon me from the other side to pick your precious life apart piece by piece, taking away everything you loved until you were so broken that you were no longer able to resist my will.”

“Why me? Why did you target me?”

He ignored my question as he so often had. “Open the door and go inside.”

I grasped the knob of the attic door. Unable to stop myself, I opened it. The air was dusty, thick. I could hardly breathe.

He was right. Once beautiful and full of life, I was now meager and weak. I had lost all control of my body and mind, and it was all thanks to him. He’d made my life miserable. He’d convinced me that I was a burden to all that I loved and that my life was meaningless to the point where I started to believe him.

I put my head down recalling the events of the last five years. I thought about everything I had lost because of Jeremy. My husband, my sanity, my life. Even though I tried not to show it, I couldn’t control the flood of tears that blinded me. Jeremy knew that my losses had become too much to bear, and he knew he’d beaten me.

“You got what you wanted,” I said, scanning the room. “I’m broken. Are you happy now? Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“Destroying your life was just for fun,” Jeremy said. “Watching you squirm, cry, and beg were just things I used to amuse myself until Midnight’s Edge was upon us, and I was finally able to return to life. That time is upon us, my dear, and soon you’ll understand my true motivation. You should be honored, you’re an essential part of my plan.”

“How? Tell me. Enough with the games. What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to help you. I told you I could make your pain stop. The pain of a lonely, empty, meaningless existence.”

I felt the warm tears on my cheeks, and my breath grew heavier. “It’s that way because of you and only you. If you can make it stop, then do it.”

“First there’s something you must do for me.”

I felt as if he were suffocating me; as if he were holding a pillow against my face as I slept.

“I’m not going to do a thing for a sick bastard like you. Not anymore. The influence you had over me is broken. Do you hear me?”

He cackled. “I don’t believe that, and neither do you. I wouldn’t waste my last few precious breaths with a lie if I were you.”

I put my hand on my chest. “Last breaths? What do you mean?”

“I’m going to live again. You’re not.”

“You plan to kill me?”

“Not exactly. Think back to what I said to you earlier. Think back to what you said to your daddy dearest when you were in hysterics on the phone with him a while ago. You can remember.”

I tried desperately to block out his voice. “No. I won’t listen to this anymore.”

“You don’t have a choice. You never did. I’ll never stop tormenting you until I get what I want. You have to know that by now. Try to resist me if you want, but I promise you I won’t give you a moment’s peace. Now let’s get started. Look at what you’re holding in your hands.”

I glanced down at my hands realizing that I had been clutching a rope. His goal was finally clear to me. Jeremy hadn’t planned to kill me. He wanted me to kill myself. “I’m not going to die because of you. You may have taken everything else from me, but I won’t give you the satisfaction. I won’t take my life. I’ll never do it you sick son of a bitch. It doesn’t matter what you do to me.”

“You have two choices. You either do what I tell you to, or I’ll drive you even more insane. You won’t even know your name after I’m through with you. What kind of life is that?”

I realized that he was right. I’d known Jeremy was ruthless, but it was clear that his cruelty had no limits. I tried to be strong, to face him head on, but in the face of my death, I’d become just as scared as a little girl.

“I don’t want to die, Jeremy,” I said, wiping the tears from my face. “Please.”

He ignored me and continued to give commands. “Throw the rope over the beam above you.”

“No!”

“You can pretend that you aren’t afraid, but I know you’re weak. You don’t have the will to resist me. If you did, I wouldn’t be inside your head now. Stop prolonging the inevitable and just do it, damn you.”

I clutched onto the rope tighter. “I have a family, a son. I’m not going to leave them.”

“They’re better off without a pathetic loser like you. You can’t even be a mother to your son, always pawning him off on your parents and the help.”

“That’s not true.”

“He’s not here with you now, is he?”

Freddy Wickcliff was my five-year-old son. I’d asked my parents if he could stay with them for a little while. I couldn’t tell them why. I couldn’t tell them that I couldn’t care for my son because a psychopath that was inside my head was driving me slowly insane. I hadn’t wanted Freddy to see me this way. I thanked God he hadn’t.

“That’s your fault, not mine,” I said. “It’s your fault that I’m like this. That I don’t have a normal life anymore.”

“Is that so? You can’t even take responsibility for your problems.  You’re a sad, pathetic waste. Everyone’s sick of always having to tiptoe around you, always covering for you.”

I wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Shut up!”

“You’d be doing everyone a favor if you put an end to this. If you truly loved them, you’d take the burden off.”

“You can’t control me anymore. I won’t let you.”

“Oh really? Look at what you’ve done.”

I looked around me. Without even realizing it, I’d fashioned a noose from the rope and threw it on the beam above where I stood. I’d also moved a chair underneath and stood on it.

“See?” he said. “You know I’m right. For your sake and for the sake of those you supposedly love, end this now.”

I stood there, finally defeated. Long soaked strands of my dark hair drenched with sweat and tears dangled in my face. I had thought that if my life were over, I’d never have to listen to him again. Maybe he was right; maybe my family was better off without me. Maybe I could find peace if I were dead, and so could they, no longer having to deal with my problems.

With no more will to fight, I slipped my head into the noose and took a deep breath.

“Good girl,” were the final words I heard as I stepped off the chair.

Within a few moments, everything went dark.

The darkness only lasted for an instant. I opened my eyes and couldn’t breathe. The noose around my neck was suffocating me. I clutched at the rope with both hands, frantically trying to break free, fumbling with it fruitlessly.

I realized that I only had a few precious moments before it would be too late, and Jeremy would get what he wanted. I couldn’t let that happen. I thought of my parents, brother, son, and everything I would leave behind if I were to go through with this. I knew I had to keep fighting for them even more than I did for myself.

With one last gasp of air and one last ounce of strength, I undid the knot and slid my head out of the noose.

I fell to the floor without a thump, which I thought odd. I gasped for air and clutched my throat. It took me a moment to get my breath back, but once I did, I felt a sense of relief that I’d never before felt. I was alive and so immensely grateful.

I got up quickly, surprised that I wasn’t hurt in the fall, thankful I hadn’t succeeded. More tears formed in my eyes. They were tears of joy, relief, and frustration for even considering Jeremy’s sick request. I didn’t want to waste time thinking about him. Instead, I wanted to focus on my son, whom I had almost left an orphan. He’d already lost his father, and I knew that I couldn’t allow him to lose me too.

I glanced around the room, chuckling triumphantly. “It didn’t work, Jeremy! Do you hear that? It didn’t work.”

Jeremy. Why hadn’t I heard his voice any longer? He hadn’t given me a moment’s peace before. I stood there wondering why he wasn’t goading me on anymore. Maybe it meant that I’d won. Maybe since my suicide had failed, I’d conquered him.

Maybe it was finally over.

I took in a deep breath, turned around and glanced up at the ceiling. My relief soon turned to horror when I saw that the noose I had fastened wasn’t empty at all.

There, still hanging from the rafters, was my body.

 

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Midnight’s Edge – Book 2
The Possession

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Successful in his plan to return to the mortal realm, Jeremy Wickcliff believes he’s found his son, whose body will allow him to continue to live, and he has brought back his sister, Rachel, as part of his resurgence plan for the Wickcliff family. However, the son that he thinks is his isn’t, and Rachel isn’t exactly his ally. Trapped in the Wickcliff mausoleum in the spirit realm, the Wickcliff ancestors have their own plan to return to life in the mortal realm, with or without Jeremy’s help.
As the witches begin to piece together Jeremy’s plan after a visit from his wife, Lucy, in spirit form, they realize that they must band together in an attempt to stop him from bringing his family back and to banish him back to the ghost realm. With a battle between good and evil takes place on the grounds of the Wickcliff cemetery, the outcome will change the lives of the residents of Sleepy Meadows forever.

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Midnight’s Edge- Book 3
The Spirits of Sleepy Meadows

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In the third book of the Midnight’s Edge series, Kasey Menze has found himself misplaced from his life in the mortal realm. His body has been possessed by the vile spirit of Jeremy Wickcliff; His life has been stolen. He awakes in the spirit realm, a place of purgatory for those who have died, and encounters the spirit of Shelly Wickcliff, whose suicide was the result of Jeremy’s machinations to use her body as a vessel to return his sister Rachel from the grave. Together, with the help of Damon Shields, a mortal man with the shamanic ability to transcend his life force between the two realms and Shelly’s husband Rory, also a spirit, they must formulate a plan to exorcise Jeremy from the mortal realm so that Kasey may reclaim his life, and so that Jeremy can be stopped from fulfilling his prophecy that he’ll return his ancestors from the dead.

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Chapter 1

At first, Kasey Menze saw nothing but darkness. Slowly his eyes adjusted to his surroundings in the Wickcliff mausoleum. A shiver coursed through him from the dampness of the cold, stone floor on which he found himself.

He rubbed the top of his head, feeling dizzy, and confused. He tried to get up, but his legs didn’t hold him. At first, he thought he was dead, yet as his mind cleared, he quickly pushed those thoughts aside and was convinced that Jeremy hadn’t inhabited his body.

He tried to stand up again, this time, more carefully. He felt weak and wasn’t sure he could depend on his legs to support his weight. He stumbled forward a few feet and reached out in front of him, hoping to find something in the darkness to hold on to as he attempted to steady himself.

“Graham, are you there?”

His voice echoed within the room. He expected Graham to answer him, remembering that he’d been in the mausoleum with him and Jeremy before he lost consciousness.

“Careful,” a man’s voice said, coming out of the darkness. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

The voice startled Kasey, and he scanned the room. “Who’s there?”

“Guess,” the man said, with a sarcastic laugh.

“I don’t have time for games. Just answer me. Graham, is it you?”

“I’m not Graham, but close.”

He stood in silence for a moment and then gasped. “Reed, is that you?”

“That’s right. Give the man a prize.”

Reed opened the inside shutters of a cracked window and stepped to the side. The face Kasey saw in the moonlight that shone through stunned him. Reed appeared beyond his years. At 30, Kasey was five years his senior. That wasn’t evident now. The usually slender and attractive young man breathed heavily and appeared bloated. His once shiny reddish-brown hair was dull and straw-like; dark circles appeared under his once sparkling eyes, now cloudy, dull and lifeless, like those of an old teddy bear dumped to the bottom of a child’s toy box.

He wasn’t positive because it could’ve been the moonlight’s reflection, but Reed’s skin appeared gray, as though it were decaying and falling off the bone. Kasey hadn’t realized how accurate that was. The smell of death filled the air as Reed got closer, and Kasey covered his nose.

Reed gave him a peculiar stare. “You okay, Kase?”

“I am now… I think.” He ran his hands over his forehead and through his hair. “I’d ask you the same thing, but I think I know what you’re going to say. Forgive me for saying so, but you look like hell, and you smell even worse.”

Reed grinned. “I guess my appearance fits our environment then, doesn’t it?”

He wasn’t sure what that meant, but Reed’s tone gave him cause for concern.

“I can’t believe it’s finally over. For a minute there, I thought Jeremy had succeeded. I guess that since you’re back, it means Jeremy’s gone. He failed to take over my body.” He moved closer to Reed. “Where’s your dad?”

Reed shrugged. “He’s not here now.”

He scanned the room. “Graham was here when I blacked out. He wouldn’t just leave me here unconscious unless he’s gone to get help.” He narrowed his eyes and studied Reed’s emotionless expression. “We need to get out of here, and you need a doctor.”

Reed snickered. “A doctor can’t do anything for me, or for you for that matter.”

“I have to find Ethan. He’s going to be so relieved when he hears it’s all over.” He looked past Reed and focused on the door before starting toward it.

Reed stepped in front of him. “Kase, we need to talk.”

“Later. First, we find Ethan and then we need to find your dad. He’s going to be so relieved that you’re back.”

Reed didn’t move.

“Come on,” he said, waving his arm. “What are we waiting for? Let’s get the hell outta here.”

“Kase, you don’t understand, we—”

“Whatever it is, you can explain it to me on the way. I just want to get to Ethan.”

He tried to pass Reed, but Reed put his hands on his shoulders. His touch was unusually cold.

“You can’t get to him.”

“What do you mean? Why not?” His face went ashen. “Oh, God, Jeremy didn’t…”

Reed shook his head. “No. You’re right. Jeremy’s gone.”

He drew in a deep breath of relief and exhaled. “Reed, you scared the hell outta me. I thought Ethan could be dead.”

“Ethan’s not dead. We are.”

He paused for a long moment and swallowed. “That isn’t funny. I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes right now.”

“It isn’t a joke, Kase. We’re in the spirit realm, a parallel realm to the mortal realm where spirits dwell. We’re spirits now, and we’re trapped here. This may look like home, but it’s not.”

Reed’s appearance wasn’t the only thing that had changed, his whole demeanor had. Kasey was so relieved when he thought everything was back to normal that he hadn’t given credence to Reed’s behavior. Normally, Reed was an anxious person; now his whole manner seemed complacent. He was accepting his position, acting almost nonchalant about it. There was no life in his voice, and, in fact, there was no emotion at all. It had a cold, hollow ring to it.

“Did you hear me, Kase? We’re dead.”

“That’s not possible,” he said, shaking his head defiantly. “I’m breathing, walking, talking. I’m alive.”

“Jeremy inhabited your body just as he did mine. That’s why he’s not here. He’s taken your place in the mortal realm. My mortal body’s dying because he misplaced my spirit when he inhabited my body. Soon the same thing will happen to yours, and it’ll be too late for you to get back.”

“I don’t know why you’re saying these things. They can’t be true.”

“Look at your arm, Kase.”

He glanced down and noticed that the skin on his arm had turned black and blue. Reed was right. The same thing that had happened to Reed’s body was happening to Kasey’s.

Kasey’s face had gone as pale as his arm.

“What’s happening to me?”

A morbid smile appeared on Reed’s face. “It’s starting already.”

“What is?”

“Your mortal body’s dying, and right now you see a reflection of that. That’s what you see when you look at me. You see my body dying in the mortal realm.”

His eyes widened. “How’s that possible?”

“Jeremy doesn’t belong in your body. Your body is rejecting his spirit. Eventually, his presence in your body will cause it to shut down.”

He rubbed his arm frantically as if he were trying to remove the bruises. Reed grabbed his arm and stared into his eyes intensely.

“It’s our destiny, Kase. This was all meant to be.”

He yanked his arm away. “How can you say that? Doesn’t this bother you even a little bit? You almost sound like you wanted to die. That’s not the Reed that I know.”

“I’ve accepted my destiny, just as you will in time.”

The vacant tone in Reed’s voice frightened Kasey. Fear of the unknown engulfed him. He wasn’t about to show that to Reed, though.

“If we’re both dying, what are we doing here? Shouldn’t we be in heaven, hell, somewhere else but here?”

“The afterlife’s much more complicated than any of us realized in life. There are many other realms, ones we don’t know about in our mortal lives. I would’ve never believed that the things that I’ve seen in this realm were possible.”

He cocked his head. “Like what?”

“I met your father recently.”

His expression perked with interest. “My father?”

“His name’s Damon Shields.”

“My mother told me that much. That’s all I know about him. How can he be here if this is the spirit realm? I was under the impression that my father’s alive.”

“He is, for now, but he won’t be for long if he attempts to take on Jeremy. He exists in this realm in spirit form only.”

He scanned the dark room. “I’m not sure if I believe that. It’s too fantastic of a story.”

Reed chuckled. “The longer you’re here, the less you know what to believe. The world we come from melts away, and soon you don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. I should know.”

Exasperated, Kasey threw his hands up and started for the door. “To hell with this! I don’t know what’s wrong with you and at this point, I don’t care. I’m getting out of here.”

Reed grabbed his arm from behind and turned Kasey around.

“You can’t leave. Don’t you get it? We’re stuck here. There’s no escape.”

Reed’s devilish grin made Kasey step back. “You’re so different. I don’t understand what’s happening here. If we’re not in our world, why does it look the same?”

Reed stood there silently, his grin faded.

“I asked you a question, Reed. Answer me.”

“Just as you can see what’s happening to your body in the mortal realm, the same concept applies to our surroundings. This is nothing but a reflection, a mirrored image of what once was. You’re dying, and your spirit is clinging onto the life that it once knew.”

“You may be dying, but I refuse to believe I am.”

“I used to say the same thing. In time, you’ll accept it as I have. You must realize that you don’t have a choice.”

He groaned, exasperated by Reed’s ambiguity. “There’s more to it than that. I don’t feel any different than I did before. I feel like the same person I always was. You, on the other hand, you don’t seem like yourself at all. What’s made you so different?”

Reed narrowed his eyes and sneered. “How do you know what I’m like? You never really got a chance to know me, did you? You were too preoccupied with the memories of your precious Ethan to even give us a chance.”

“There was a time when I tried to get over my love for Ethan by starting up a new relationship with you. The only reason I became involved with you was that I believed Ethan was never coming back to Sleepy Meadows. I wanted to start over for the wrong reasons. It was an attempt to fill a void and combat my loneliness, yet as hard as I tried, I couldn’t reciprocate your feelings. That’s why I ended it with you. I hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. I never meant to. I thought you understood that.”

Reed didn’t show any emotion. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not hurting anymore. I don’t feel anything, ever. I’m as dead inside as I am on the outside.”

He moved towards Reed. “For God’s sake, tell me what’s happened to you. I want to help you if I can.”

“I’m beyond help now. It’s you who needs help. I can give that to you if you let go of your fear and open your mind.”

His eyes narrowed. “Open my mind to what?”

Reed’s voice lowered, and his eyes focused on him more intensely.

“Giving in to your fate, as I have. It’s so much easier.”

“My fate is to get back to my life with Ethan. That’s what I believe.”

Reed clenched his fists. “Enough! I don’t want to hear anything more about Ethan. Your destiny is to remain here with me. We’re alike the two of us. Nobody else could ever understand. We can be together, just you and I. You just have to let go of the fear and embrace your new existence, your new life.”

He let out a sharp laugh. “Life? This isn’t any life being trapped here. We’re completely alone and separated from the people we love. Our bodies are dying in our world as we speak. How can you be okay with that?”

Reed shrugged. “I don’t have a choice. My life is no longer mine.”

“I don’t know what that means or why you’re talking in all these riddles, but that doesn’t matter. It’s not right what’s happened to us, and it’s not fair. I’m going to get my life back.”

Reed gave him a blank stare. “You’re hurting. I felt the same way when I came here, but the pain’s stopped. There’s a way to make all the pain go away.”

Kasey put his hand up and stepped back. “It’ll never stop until I’m able to go back.” He looked around the room. “There has to be some way out of here.”

“There may be one, but it’s going to require you to do something you’re not going to like.”

His face brightened. “I’d do anything to get back to Ethan. Just tell me what I have to do.”

Reed cocked his head to one side. “I’ve made a deal with the Wickcliff ancestors who are bound to this mausoleum and the cemetery surrounding it. They aren’t strong enough to escape the cemetery yet. With your help, they could be. If you assist them, they may be able to get you home.”

Reed fed Kasey the same lie that the ancestors told him to gain possession of his soul. Kasey wasn’t buying that. His intuition told him that the ancestors were the reason for the change in Reed’s demeanor.

“What did you do, Reed?”

“I did what I had to do to survive, to get the everlasting life they promised me.”

“There’s no such thing.”

Reed shook his head. “They promised me that I’d live forever, long after my body dies, and now I will.”

“I don’t know much about the ancestors, but I know what Jeremy’s done to us. If the rest of the Wickcliffs are as ruthless, they can’t be trusted. They’ll do anything to get what they want. You have to know that.”

Reed grinned, revealing that his teeth had now turned black, green, and gray. Several of them were missing.

“You’re wrong. All it took to have immortal life is a soul.”

Kasey’s eyes widened. “What are you saying?”

“What’s a soul, Kase? We can’t see it. We can’t feel it. We don’t even know that it’s there. It’s inconsequential, wouldn’t you agree? I think it was a small price to pay.”

He backed up towards the door. “God, it’s already too late, isn’t it? You’re one of them.”

Reed’s sinister grin grew wider and eyes blazed with intensity.

“It’s bliss, Kasey. You don’t feel anything. No pain, no anger, nothing.”

Kasey’s eyes expressed compassion. “And, you also don’t feel love or happiness. I’m so sorry, Reed.”

His heart sank knowing that his friend was gone, and it devastated him to see what Jeremy’s actions had done to him. Reed had once been a kind, caring, and compassionate young man adored by everyone in Sleepy Meadows. Now he was soulless, devoid of any genuine feeling. Kasey felt the same despair I did when I looked into Reed’s face.

The mausoleum began to shake with such great force that they both lost their footing. The walls cracked, and corpses stirred in their tombs. Kasey fell, stood back up, struggling to regain his footing.

“What’s happening, Reed?”

Reed’s eyes broadened. “They’ve awakened.”

The shutters on the windows closed with a sharp bang and the mausoleum went dark again. Wailing filled the air, and the sounds of the dead surrounded them. The same three skeletons that had surrounded Reed to take his soul stepped out of the darkness. They had been the Wickcliff ancestors, Pierre and Marguerite Wickcliff, Jeremy’s grandparents, and Harold Wickcliff, his father. After their deaths and their entrapment in the cenotaph of the mausoleum, they had shortened their names to Err, Mag, and Har.

“Welcome, Mr. Menze,” Har said. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Kasey pressed his back to the wall. “Let me out of here right now.”

Har raised his bony hand to his chest, which was only a rib cage.

“In due course. First, you give us what we want.”

Kasey shifted his attention to the other two before facing Har again.

“Which is?”

Har’s teeth chattered. “Your soul.”

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Michael Klinger – Co-Author of Midnight’s Edge, Jenny’s Not Dead

Michael Klinger was born in Niagara Falls, New York. He received an associate’s degree in human services from Niagara County Community College and a bachelor’s degree in human services management from the University of Phoenix. He has made a living as a professional benefits specialist.

He co-writes fan fiction blogs for the defunct daytime serials, Another World and Dark Shadows, and runs Facebook groups for readers to actively participate in the stories.

He is the co-author of “Midnight’s Edge: The Secrets of Sleepy Meadows”, a supernatural book series, that will be published by Melange Books, LLC in September 2015. He also pens his self-published mystery series called “Jenny’s Not Dead” which is currently available in all popular ebook formats.

He currently resides in southern Virginia.

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David Chappuis was born in Waterloo, Iowa, the fifth child of six, and grew up on a farm outside of Madrid, New York. He received a bachelor’s degree in English/Writing and Art/Studio from Potsdam College and later took professional development courses in Interactive Multimedia at George Washington University in Washington, D.C.
He has made a living as a professional web designer, designing Radio Station websites across the U.S. He designs, develops, and hosts his own websites and blogs for his writing endeavors.
As well as web design, he co-writes fan fiction blogs for the defunct daytime serials, Another World and Dark Shadows, and runs Facebook groups for readers to actively participate in the stories. He also interviews the real-life actors from the shows as well as other talented people.
He is the co-author of “Midnight’s Edge: The Secrets of Sleepy Meadows”, a supernatural book series, that will be published by Melange Books, LLC in September 2015. He also pens his self-published mystery series called “Jenny’s Not Dead” which is currently available in all popular ebook formats.
He works from home as a full-time writer and graphic artist in southern Virginia.

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