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Wehr Wolff Castle by B. Bentley Summers – Book Tour + #Giveaway

11/10/17

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Wehr Wolff Castle
The Wehr Wolff Chronicles Book 1
by B. Bentley Summers
Genre: Historical Horror, LGBT
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During the rise of Nazi Germany, Hagen Messer joins the Royal Air Force as
an American soldier who specializes in tracking. He’s attached to
British commandos and given a seemingly simple mission—to find a
captive and destroy a dam—but everything goes awry. Hagen’s plane
crashes into Germany’s Wehr Forest and he has to use his
extrasensory abilities to track the captive to nearby Wehr Wolff
Castle, a secret Nazi base where vile experiments are being conducted.

Hagen and his surviving team members must sneak into the castle and devise
a way to destroy the experimental labs creating diabolical creatures.
Hagen is horrified to find Nazis and scientists with no scruples, and
at the most inconvenient time, he learns that he may be in love with
one of his teammates, an Irishman named Liam. In order to protect his
love and his friends, Hagen must feign nonchalance amidst pure
degeneracy and suspicion. Hagen soon discovers, though, that he is in
over his head.
What may not only redeem him, but also save his lover and friends, is a
childhood past and a darkness lurking deep inside him, just waiting
to be engaged.
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Bryce is a psychologist, author, and the founder of Queer Sense
Theory.

Bryce writes popular fiction genres meant for all audiences under Bryce
Bentley Summers, and pens gay fiction under B. Bentley Summers,
although he’d argue that anyone would enjoy his gay fiction pieces.
Bryce’s full time work is at the Veteran Affairs where he has been employed
for five years. He has extensive history of working with people
diagnosed with PTSD and he used these experiences when writing Fresh Meat.
The novel, Fresh Meat, recently won Dan Poynter’s Global eBook Awards for
best gay fiction. This piece is more than just a book, but embraces
gay identity while deploring the hateful violence that happens in the
U.S. prison system, and across the world. The book parallels the
vicious Man-Punk prison system to the long ago abolished American
Slavery System. However, Fresh Meat is not non-fiction, but fiction,
and it’s genre is best described as Supernatural Horror.
Rotville and The Zombie Squad, are two of Bryce’s recent completions. The
Zombie Squad is a teen Post-Apocalyptic Thriller that recently
received Reader’s Favorite 5-Stars. This novel has humor and is fast
pace, that follows four teens in New Orleans who find themselves not
only chased by psycho gangsters, but in the middle of zombocalypse.
Rotville is a new adult/ adult Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic Horror that
takes place in the near future, in a city called Rotville where
people with a rot disease are quarantined. Inside this city is the
mega prison Colleseo, where inhumane experiments are carried out on
inmates. It’s also the birthplace of Dylan, a super soldier who must
fight his way out, save a couple of youths from the new deadly
mutants, and keep from being re-caught by the greedy director.
Bryce is also the author of the fiction Young Adult Dark Fantasy/ Sci-Fi
series AMEN TO ROT. The novel NYTE GOD is the conclusion to this
series. The Amen to Rot series and Nyte God pit Ace and his friends
against alien invaders who are turning humans into mutant creatures.
Bryce authors popular fiction with a style that entices readers of all
backgrounds to consume, and makes every attempt to make his
characters diverse.
As noted, Bryce does dabble in gay fiction, and pens it under B. Bentley
Summers, though in truth, these works are meant for everyone to read.
Bryce is the founder of Queer Sense, a theory that describes how
people form attitudes. The theory provides insight into how specific
components in cultural contexts shape our beliefs and values, which
ultimately form our attitudes. The nonfiction book, QUEER SENSE: How
Are Attitudes Formed? A Revolutionary Guide for Teens, Parents,
Mental Health Professionals and Anyone Interested in Queer Theory, is
due out by 2016.
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Shadowchild by Matthew Williams – Book Tour + #Giveaway

10/10/17

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Shadowchild
by Matthew Williams
Genre: Horror
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In 1629 something visited the parish of Feckenham. The events that
followed were so terrifying that they never gained their place in the
history books.

Now in 2008, something seems to be wrong with Marie Watson’s young
children.
Her father won’t believe her and her mother is nearing the end of her
tether.
Marie feels utterly alone.
But is she?
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The Shady Corner
by Matthew Williams
Genre: Horror
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A shady corner in life can be a dark and mysterious place, but in the
shady corners of the mind, the mystery and darkness know no
bounds!

In a struggle with his conscience and haunted by images of murder, David
is given a choice to right the wrongs of his past.
Can he cheat fate and avoid his future? Or is the evil that dwells within
him more than it seems?
Only one thing is certain . . .
Fate can be cruel, but true evil can be brutal!
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Born in 1975, Matthew Williams has been a keen fan of the
horror/thriller/fantasy genres for as long as he can remember.
Whether it’s a film, a TV series, or a novel; he is drawn to all
the different aspects of these genres. Mainly it’s the complexities
and the mysteries that can be expressed with freedom and imagination
that he enjoys the most.

A fan of authors such as Stephen King, James Herbert, Dean Koontz,
Richard Layman – to name but a few!
A fan of TV shows such as Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, Breaking
Bad, American Horror Story – to name but a few!
A fan of films such as Saw, Seven, Eden Lake, The Descent, Quarantine,
Skeleton Key, The Sixth Sense – to name but a few!
Matthew now has a small body of work of his own with ‘The Shady Corner’
and ‘Shadowchild’ only the beginning of what he is determined to
grow into an extensive collection of horror/thriller fiction novels.
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Haunting Savannah by multiple authors, boxset – Book Tour + #Giveaway

27/09/17



Haunting Savannah
8 Dark and Seductive Tales
By Lia Davis, Kerry Adrienne,
Deena Remiel, Ella Jade,
Evelyn Lederman, Savannah Vera,
H.R. Boldwood, Kim Carmichael,
and ML Guida
Genre: paranormal, romantic horror
Publisher: After Glows Publishing
Date of Publication: 10/10/17
ISBN: 978-1-944060-93-0
Spend Halloween in Savannah with eight dark, seductive tales of ghosts, vampires, demons, witches, and warlocks.
Nine bestselling authors come together in this collection of eight BRAND NEW, Halloween themed novellas.

 

Halloween, what’s not to love?
Halloween is one of the reasons I
love fall. I really don’t why Halloween is my favorite holiday. Okay so it’s
being able to dress up, scare people, and the candy! Now that I’m older I get
to watch the kids have fun picking costumes, going to fall festivals and
parties, and just having fun pretending.
Halloween is also a time to
reflect. It’s when I start looking at what goals I’ve achieved and where I want
to go in the New Year.

 

What do you love most about
Halloween?
A look inside…
Ghost in a Bottle by Lia Davis and Kerry Adrienne
Anatoli La Croix has spent the last century cursed to exist in spirit form, locked inside a glass jar. When the beautiful and magickal Ophelia purchases the jar, he discovers he’s able to escape his confinement for short periods. For the first time in a century, he has hope. Could the beautiful witch be the one to break his curse? Or will she provoke the evil spirit that imprisoned him and bring dark magick’s wrath down on them both?
Forbidden Union by Deena Remiel
It’s Halloween in Savannah. Noah Blackman has come to Savannah, Georgia and Violet Adams’ home seeking to verify the origins of his family.  Could his roots begin with a runaway slave? This trip holds many surprises for the two as their family’s pasts collide and their present charts a course for romance and lasting love.
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True Companions by Ella Jade
Maxim and Grant have been lovers for a century. Companions in the truest sense. What happens when a human woman shares their home and their bed? Can two destined souls open their hearts to a third?
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The Ultimate Act of Love by Evelyn Lederman
The last thing Kori Daniels expected to see on a ghost tour is an actual apparition. Although she can feel earth-bound spirits, she has never seen one. Already impacted by nightly amorous dreams since arriving in Savannah, her dream lover now has a face.
Newsletter sign-up: http://eepurl.com/be9OJr
The Haunting of Bellehaven by H.R. Boldwood
Self-reliant Harper McKinnon arrives in Savannah to claim her inheritance, Bellehaven Plantation—a proud antebellum estate. But the estate’s handsome caretaker, Clay Montgomery, is used to doing things his way. Fireworks fly as they are drawn ever closer, but the plantation’s ghostly secrets threaten both their love and their lives.
The Promise by Kim Carmichael
A mistake brought a demon to her, a promise kept them bound together.  It is a thin line between desire and love and good and evil when an incubus enters Leora Desmond’s life.
Twitter: @kimcarmichael4
Veil Break by Savannah Vera
Taken from the world he knows, to a place out of time, Holden Henry has a lot of questions when he is redeposited into his world, 150 years in the future. His Savannah isn’t the same anymore.
A Pirate’s Mask by ML Guida
Dark secrets haunt the Pirate’s House Inn in Savannah, Georgia.
Rosalind Gill’s stepfather is the culprit. He’s forcing her to remain silent and marry his evil partner or die. Her only hope is Phearson MacFie-a vampire pirate from another time. They must work together to not only save the innocent, but save themselves and discover true love.
Website: www.mlguida.com
Twitter: @mlguida2

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Extinct by Samie Sands – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/09/17

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Extinct
AM13Outbreak Series Book 3
bySamie Sands
Genre:Horror
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Writing books about the horrors of the zombie apocalypse is one thing—but Georgie Blake can’t believe it has become her reality…
She never expected her fictional stories of blood, death, and the consumption of human flesh to jump off the page into the real world.She certainly didn’t think she’d survive this long if they had.As a shy novelist, she was sure she’d be one of the first to die.
Safe in the Sanctuary, Georgie holds on to hope for a cure…
But that’s not all she holds on to. The government has promised the people of the Sanctuary that they can return home. The rumours are rife that there is an antidote on the horizon. But even if not, the infected are dying out, throwing the treacherous AM13 virus to thebrink of extinction. If the infection dies out, this horrible nightmare Georgie is living in will be a distant memory.
Until everything that’s right goes terribly wrong…
Soonafter meeting some new friends in the Sanctuary, Georgie learns she’s going to have to face the monsters outside the walls if she wants to return to her old life. But for a scared, introverted bookworm, it may be too much to consider…
WillGeorgina conquer her fears of the dead to return home, or will she beone of the countless others who have gone Extinct?
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Forgotten
AM13 Outbreak SeriesBook 2
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Every attempt to contain the deadly AM13 virus has failed, leaving humanity on the brink of extinction…
The plague is spreading out of control with no cure in sight. Then the government announces its new plan—a sanctuary in an area completely untouched by the infected—as long as you can get there alive andunscathed.
Ethan Watton has managed to survive this long, even with OCD making everyday more hellish than it already is…
Ethan’s obsessive-compulsive disorder dramatically affected his life before the infection began. Now he’s desperate to get as far away from the zombie virus as humanly possible. Isolated and afraid, Ethan thinks there is no way in hell he will survive the epidemic.
Alyssa Turner has spent her teenage years prepping for the undead to challenge her zombie killing skills…
Alyssa knows with absolute certainty that she will survive the AM13 virus.She’s read all the books, watched all the films, and done all the research. She’s strong, tough, and a self-proclaimed badass. Any group would be lucky to fight alongside her…until the unthinkable makes her doubt every skill she’s acquired.
Dr.Jones is a scientist who doesn’t understand why he was selected to produce a cure…
Surely there are survivors more experienced in virology than he is. And what will happen to him—and the rest of the species—if he fails? Is the fate of the human race really resting on his shoulders? Or are there others working toward the same goal?
With the zombies multiplying and survivors struggling to make it to the sanctuary, Ethan, Alyssa, and Dr. Jones fight to fulfill their destinies. If they fail, their fate is sealed, and they will join the millions of others who have been…
Forgotten.
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Lockdown
AM13 Series Book 1
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Leah Watton’s practical joke has spiralled way out of control—all to impress a crush…
With a prank online video, Leah hopes to catch the attention of Jake Colton, a cute, blond-haired, blue-eyed co-worker she’s had a crush on for months. But instead of sending it to Jake, she manages to forward the clip to her boss—who buys every gory second.
When mass panic ensues, Leah learns the video is more than a staged act…
The government is calling the virus AM13. As the outbreak spreads,citizens are forced to stay indoors while they assess the gravity of the illness. Most people are quarantined in their homes, but Leah,Jake, and Leah’s best friend Michelle are some of the unlucky few who are stuck at work when the Lockdown occurs.
That’s where she first encounters one of the infected…
Aside from a contaminated woman devouring one of her co-workers, Leah has another problem. Does she do as she’s ordered and stay at work? Or should she disobey government orders and break free to reunite with her family?
She can’t go it alone—after all, Leah has none of the skills needed to survive—but with Michelle and Jake by her side, not even a contagious virus and a sea of the dead can keep her from…
Breakingout of the Lockdown…
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Samie Sands is a 28 year old freelance graphic designer who has recently decided to follow her lifelong dream and use her creativity in a new way by writing.
She has a degree in Media Studies and PR and has already had articles published in a number of e-zines, including one of the most popular pieces at Zombie Guide Magazine. She has also had short stories included in a number of successful projects.
She livesin a small seaside town in the UK, but loves to travel to gaininspiration from new places and different cultures.
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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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COMING SOON on August 21st!!
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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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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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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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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.

author-bio

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.
Read some of the Reviews for Midnight Angel

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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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