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Rebel Vampires by Rosemary A Johns – Book Tour + #Giveaway

15/06/17

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Blood Dragons
Rebel Vampires Volume 1
By Rosemary A Johns
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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How do you rebel in a family vampires? AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY
“In a precarious world where vampires are both predator and prey,
Blood Dragons deftly blends elements of paranormal thriller and passionate
romance… A character-driven, sizzling-hot saga” –
Midwest Book Review
Escape into a supernatural suspense aflame with love, revenge and
redemption.
There are three people in this affair…and two of them aren’t human.
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the rebel bad boy vampire of
the Blood Lifer world, with a photographic memory. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows with
Ruby – a savage Elizabethan Blood Lifer. She burns with destructive
love for Light. But he’s keeping a secret from her, which breaks
every rule. When she discovers the truth, things take a terrifying
turn.
5* “Compelling” – The Good Writer, Margarita Morris
5* “Completely gripping” – Silver Dagger Scriptorium
For fans of Night Huntress, Immortals After Dark, Anita Blake,
Fever and Blood Dagger Brotherhood take a deep breath and dive into the spellbinding secret world of
Blood Life.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE MEETS TRUE BLOOD
1960s London. Kathy is a seductive singer but she’s also human. Light is
tempted by his desire and the danger, even though their romance is
forbidden. When the two worlds collide, it could mean the end. For
both species.
When Light discovers his ruthless family’s horrifying experiments, he
questions whether he should be slaying or saving the humans he’s
always feared. What dark revelations will Light reveal at the heart
of the experiments? Will he be able to stop them in time? The
consequences of failure are unimaginable. Unless Light plays the part
of hero, he risks losing everything. Including the two women he
loves.
A rebel, a red-haired devil and a Moon Girl battle to save the world –
or tear it apart.
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Blood Shackles
Rebel Vampires Volume 2
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Would you sacrifice your freedom to save your family?
AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… When vampires are the slaves, and humans are the
monsters, it’s a dangerous game to love your Mistress. “Tragic,
triumphant, addictive…this is a novel everyone should read” –
Readers’ Favorite 5*
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the bad boy vampire of the
Blood Lifer world, with a talent for remembering things. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s been forced to hide in the
shadows. But not now. Not since someone hunted him down. When he’s
bought by his Mistress, Light fights to escape. If he doesn’t,
he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club.
WELCOME TO THE BLOOD CLUB
Who are these ruthless humans? And who betrayed the secret of the Blood
Lifer world?
WHERE THE PREDATORS
London, Primrose Hill. Grayse is the slaver’s daughter. She buys Light,
like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn
to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk
everything – even his new love – to save them?
BECOME THE PREY
Does a chilling conspiracy lie behind it all? A stunning revelation leads
Light to an inconceivable truth. To the dark heart of the Blood Club.
If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and whole
species from slavery.
Maybe he can even save himself.
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Blood Renegades
Rebel Vampires Volume 3
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Light lives for his vampire family. Now he may die for it.
ESCAPE INTO AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… Light – rebel, lover, anti-hero
– will be burnt at the stake in fourteen days. In a hidden,
paranormal London, he’s been branded a traitor and terrorist
Renegade – a Blood Lifer hunter of human slavers.
Liberty is a relentless interrogator. She’s been trained to hate Renegades.
Yet when her life converges with Light’s, she’s enticed by the
dark and glory of his world.
Light is catapulted into a nightmare of secret research, deadly enemies and
perilous intrigue. Soon he’s in a race against time to transform
into the true leader vital to save his family, home and love. But
will he be able to judge predator from prey?
Light must make the ultimate choice: to hide in the shadows. Or walk into
the light…
Betrayal. Death. Hope. Isn’t that how all truly great stories start?
“Rosemary A Johns is one of fantasy’s greats. She’ll put you in mind of Anne
Rice and leave you wanting more”-
Gothic
Mom’s Reviews
Take what you know about vampire romance and throw it away. Rosemary A
Johns is not only a refreshing new voice in this genre, she excels
it. Her vampires are edgy, titillating and enticing” –
Rockchick
Addiction Reviews
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When I’d prowled down the biscuit corridors on the hunt for Sun, however, I soon realised I was the dim prat who was being hunted.

There was a shuffle style scampering behind me.

Slam.

A door on the right.

I sniffed: not First Lifer, nor Blood. But predator…every nerve screamed it.

A good barney would set me straight, yet the hairs on my neck were rising, as if I was in some poncey B-movie; I’d never been hunted like buffalo before.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

The – thing – zigzagged across the corridor behind me.

Every time I twirled round, however, it’d hidden in another room, and there were only expanses of charcoal walls and doors stretching away, as if I was in The Shining.

I gulped.

We choose to be either predator or prey. That’s the truth of it. I used to reckon it was God or our DNA, which birthrighted the glory or the shame.

But that was the bollocks.

We shift between the two, and right now? Fear had transformed me into prey.

So I ran.

Behind me I heard a loping scamper. A banshee scream.

I skidded round the corner to the ranks of pristine lifts. Brains beat…everything.

I smirked: go evolution.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself pressing the underground garage button – press, press, press – frenziedly. As the steel doors clanged shut, I caught a glimpse of bristling black hair, yellow canines and a pink whiskery mush, which grimaced in infuriated rage at losing its prey.

I’d like to see any animal work out a lift.

When the doors pinged open, I screwed shut my peepers.

All in a tiz, my heart was rapidly beating, and I was sweating. I hadn’t got a hold of this being the prey lark.

‘Still traumatized by enclosed spaces, Light?’ Blake was leaning in inky black V-neck and trousers, against a BMW i8.

I attempted to swagger out of the lift but with legs like jelly..?

I didn’t even convince myself.

Then I heard a ping behind me.

It couldn’t be..?

Shuffle scampershuffle scampershuffle scamper

That was sodding it: no more being the prey.

I spun round to face my tormentor…

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.99 cent sale June 13th – 20th!!
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WINNER OF SILVER AWARD in the National Wishing Shelf Book Awards.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is the author of the bestselling Blood
Dragons
and Blood Shackles – the compelling Rebel Vampires
series.
Blood Renegades is the thrilling third installment.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is a music fanatic and a paranormal anti-hero addict who creates
spellbinding worlds, thrilling action, gripping suspense and
passionate romances, all uniquely told.

She
wrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten, when she discovered
the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double
swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University,
run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been
described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to
life”), and worked with disability charities.
When Rosemary’s not falling in love with the rebels fighting their way
onto the page, she heads the Oxford writing group Dreaming Spires.
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Soul Dance Series by Ann Gimpel – Book Tour

08/06/17

Tarnished
Beginnings

SoulDance

BookOne

Ann
Gimpel

Book Description:

Tairin’s wolf is more than just a
dream creature. She hates it, but it’s also her only friend.
1700s Egypt is a haven for
magic-wielders of all kinds. Vampires hold court, staying one step ahead of the
priests and priestesses who want them dead. Gypsy caravans roam the Nile from
north to south and back again, plying their wares, telling fortunes, casting
Tarot cards, and stealing from the gadjos.
Tairin Jabari was born in a
caravan and has always believed she’s Romani. Why wouldn’t she? Her mother and
father never suggested otherwise. The Rom have harsh rules. When Tairin’s first
shift catches her unaware at thirteen, her father disappears, and the elders
move with deadly speed to punish her mother for mating outside the blood.
Hurt, lost, confused, and fearing
for her own life, Tairin runs away, leaving her mother’s smoking funeral pyre
behind. If she could only find her father, he’d welcome her. He’s always loved
her, hasn’t he? Only problem is he’s in a shifter settlement. With her mixed
blood, they won’t welcome her any more warmly than the Romani. It doesn’t take
long before Tairin discovers how desperately unprepared she is for life outside
her protected caravan. With her survival on the line every single day, she and
her wolf have some hard choices to make.
Tarnished
Beginnings, the prequel to the Soul Dance books is only available in the
Magic After Dark Boxed set.
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About the Box Set

Journey from the hills of Ireland
to Victorian England, from medieval Italy to eighteenth century Egypt, from the
United States to the sand-baked Middle East and beyond to explore forbidden
magic, meet exotic gypsy lovers, navigate the pitfalls of ancient prophecies,
battle vampires and shifters, and defeat evil sorcerers and hellish demons.

This unique collection, inspired
by the rich and varied history of gypsies from all over the world, contains
over one million words of captivating urban fantasy and paranormal romance
fiction that’s guaranteed to keep you up long after dark.

 

Discover gypsy worlds where
heroes roam and magic reigns with twenty-five brand new works from today’s New
York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors.

 

Each book within this collection
is exclusive to the set and can’t be found anywhere else. Preorder now for a
future filled with romance, mystery, adventure, and magical thrills!

 
*** Contributing Authors ***
New
York Times bestselling author Rebecca Hamilton
USA
Today bestselling author Caryse Locke
New
York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins
USA
Today bestselling author Ann Gimpel
USA
Today bestselling author J.L. Weil
USA
Today bestselling author J.A. Culican
New
York Times bestselling author Tom Shutt
Melle
Amade
USA
Today bestselling author T.F. Walsh
Dean
F. Wilson
Miranda
Hardy
Award-Winning
author D.N. Leo
David
J. Normoyle
Megan
J. Parker
Monica
Leonelle
P.E.
Padilla
Ainsley
Shay
Megan
Linski
Award-Winning
author Julie Morgan
Cait
Reynolds
Chloe
Garner
Paris
Andren
Cate
Farren
Felicia
Starr
Award-Winning
author Nathan Squiers

Tarnished
Legacy

Soul
Dance

Book
Two

Ann
Gimpel

Germany, 1940
Half Romani, Tairin’s no stranger
to hiding her mixed blood from gypsy caravans. What she can’t hide is her
perpetual youth, courtesy of her shifter heritage. Every few years, she drops
out of sight, resurfacing in a new country to join a caravan where no one knows
her. She’s overstayed her welcome where she is, but Germany is at war, and
travel has become all but impossible for everyone targeted by the Reich.
Elliott’s clairvoyance is strong,
even for a Romani. Seer for all the caravans in Germany, he catches Tairin
eavesdropping outside their leader’s wagon one night. He should turn her in,
but it would mean her execution, and he can’t bring himself to do that.
Instead, he interrogates her. Her magic is different, but he can’t figure out
quite what she is.
Any association between Romani
and shifters is forbidden, and Tairin shields herself from Elliott’s probing.
She should leave right now, tonight. It would be easy enough. Shift to her wolf
form and run, keeping out of hunters’ gunsights. She’s on the edge of flight
when Elliott suggests a covert task to prove her loyalty. Tairin agrees
immediately, kicking herself for being weak where he’s concerned. Shifters and
Romani have no future together. Zero. Zilch.
She should be smart about this
and vanish into the night—before he discovers what she is and destroys her.
Ann
Gimpel
     
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Tarnished
Prophecy

Soul Dance

Book Three

Ann
Gimpel

 

Germany, 1940
Magic runs strong in Ilona, a
gypsy seer. Powerful ability isn’t valued in Romani women, so she focuses her
fortunetelling on inconsequential details. Nothing that could come back to
haunt her caravan if a prediction went bad. Rounded up and dumped in Dachau
prison camp, she has plenty of time to rue her decision to downplay her
ability. If she’d taken the time to scry her own future, she’d still be free.
A wolf shifter, Jamal made the
mistake of wedding a Romani woman centuries ago. His arrogance caused both
death and heartache, and he’s been alone ever since. The recent threat of
vampires joining the Third Reich has provided ample reason for shifters and Rom
to lay their ancient enmity aside and work together, but their détente is
fragile.
Jamal and a group of shifters
come across Ilona after her escape from Dachau. Vulnerable, terrified, she’s
fully prepared to fight. Her courage and mettle touch places in him he’d
thought were dead, but she’s Romani. His last relationship ended so badly, the
last thing he needs is to fall for another gypsy woman. He wrestles his
tumbling emotions into submission, but when she trains her enigmatic, gray gaze
on him, his resolve first weakens and then vanishes entirely.
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Gimpel
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About the Author:
Ann
Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a
psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been
stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the
backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not
1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those
in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s
writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag
friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in
her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when
challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company.
Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months
later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a
beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.
Around
that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It
didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve
been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always
been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.
In
addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of
camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke
is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone
else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life
together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids
round out their family.

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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)
by Tracey A. Wood (Goodreads Author)

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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To purchase a copy of Midnight Angel

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For a free sample chapter of Midnight Angel, visit my website.

You can also find her:

Website: http://traceywood.wix.com/tracey-a-wood

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TraceyAWood.Author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/traceya_wood

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Blog: http://tracey-a-wood.blogspot.com

WordPress: https://traceyawoodblog.wordpress.com

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Rising by Sonya Weiss – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/05/17

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RISING

by Sonya Weiss
Genre: Young Adult, SciFi Supernatural Romance
Pub Date: May 9, 2017
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When sparks fly between a human and a Supernatural, the entire planet
could be at stake.
It’s been ten years since the Great Extinction, when Supernaturals
threatened to destroy humanity. Now, in the sleepy town of Wayside,
Nevada, seventeen-year-old Cassie Grant’s life couldn’t be more
ordinary. Determined to get into an Ivy League college, her focus is
squarely on her studies. But suddenly everything changes when she
witnesses Jason Taylor, a cute and quiet loner, mysteriously save a
young boy from falling to his death.
Although the Supernaturals ultimately retreated to their planet, three
families were left behind—including Jason’s. So far, they’ve
been successfully hiding in plain sight. But Jason knows that if
Cassie exposes him, all their lives will be in peril—especially
since Cassie’s father is the head of the Alien Eradication and
Defense Department. At first, befriending Cassie is Jason’s
survival tactic. But as they spend more time together, they begin to
fall in love. With the authorities closing in and a hidden threat
that could tear the very Earth apart, can Cassie and Jason keep each
other safe—or will their star-crossed romance start another
war?…
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CASSIE

I wiped off the mess I’d made of my makeup for the second time, and stared at the pallor of my skin in the mirror. The scar high on my cheekbone wasn’t as bad as the ones on my back, but it was a visible reminder of the attack that gave me nightmares. Each time I’d jerk myself out of sleep, I’d fallen right back into the disturbing images again. No high IQ needed to guess why. At dinner Dad had talked in detail about the destructive nature of aliens. As if I needed to be told.

His stories and warnings alone weren’t the reason I didn’t like aliens. I knew firsthand that they killed, that they left humans scarred. I didn’t blame my father for my injuries, but my mother did. I pushed away the memory of what happened during that awful camping trip in New Mexico. That night had forever changed all of us and made me look at aliens differently.

Aliens were mysterious, powerful beings who were hunted by the government but more often than not, we humans were the prey. While there were a lot of pro-alien groups around that spouted on websites and to anyone who’d listen that we had nothing to fear from these “visiting creatures,” the scars on my body were living proof that was a lie.

A strange premonition swept over me and I shivered, then tried again to reapply my makeup fast so I wouldn’t be late for school. One more year, and then I was through.

I couldn’t wait to get out of Wayside, Nevada, far away from my father, and his job as lead agent at the Alien Eradication and Defense Department. I didn’t want to live with the reminder of aliens at every conversation. I needed a clean slate, a place where I could build good memories. I wished we could go back to our lives before the Great Extinction.

That war between the humans and aliens sucked the laughter out of our family like a tornado had spun through. Aliens had killed my uncle during one of the battles. My father hadn’t been the same since his brother’s death but he’d tried hard to keep himself together. But then after me nearly dying during that camping trip because of an alien attack, my father had unraveled in ways that baffled and sometimes even scared me.

I finished applying my makeup, checked my arms and back in the mirror to make sure my scars were hidden, and gave my face one final glance. Good enough. Grabbing my backpack, I made my way down the stairs to the living room where Mom lay curled on the sofa beneath a blanket. She had the same shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes I did, but where she was cover-model confident, not even photoshopping could erase my self-consciousness. I was a little on the nerdy side so I’d never been that confident, but after I was scarred, it had only gotten worse. I didn’t wear sleeveless shirts anymore and I wouldn’t dream of ever wearing a bikini again.

With a frustrated sigh, Mom sat up and muted the television, silencing the anchor mid-report on the frequent earthquakes striking our area. I stood behind the sofa and lip-read the closed captioning for a few seconds.

“Anything new, or are they rehashing yesterday’s news?”

“Not much new other than the United States Geological Survey is monitoring the area. Nevada is the twenty-first state hit with a wave of them.”

“That’s a lot of earthquakes.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, Cassie. If there were, the USGS would inform the right people who would then inform the public.”

I didn’t believe that. Because of Dad’s job, I had insight into how the government hid things. The rash of unexplained earthquakes made me edgy. “Where’s Dad?”

To my surprise her lips tightened, and I wondered if there was trouble again in Alienville. “He slept at the office last night.”

“Chasing little green men wore him out?” I pushed my hands through my out of control hair to corral it into a ponytail.

She tried to hide it, but a ghost of a smile flitted across her lips, and for a second we were unified in the knowledge Dad was acting weirder than usual. “You know your father.”

My stomach dropped. They’d been fighting more lately and the fights were getting uglier. “Did he sleep at the office because of his work or…”

“You should eat. I’ll make you something.” She got up and went into the kitchen. Mom was a great cook, but she never took the time anymore because she always had to leave the house before I did. I didn’t know what she was still doing home.

After taking the milk out of the refrigerator, she poured a glass, and then reached for the box of pancake mix. When she pulled the eggs out and set them on the counter, I said, “Mom? What’s going on?” Different what-ifs flitted through my mind while I waited for her to answer. Dad was having an affair. Mom was sick. Or Dad’s grouchy, could-never-be pleased mother was coming to visit. That last one made me feel sick. “Is Grandma coming for a visit?”

She glanced over her shoulder, shook her head, and laughed as we shared a look of mutual thank-God relief. “Speaking of aliens,” she muttered.
I laughed again. “Seriously, Mom. What is it?” I covered her hand with mine to get her to stop trying to make breakfast.

She hesitated, as if trying to decide how to answer. “Your dad thinks there’s a connection between aliens and these earthquakes.”

I rolled my eyes. Their power wasn’t something to be underestimated, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think they could control the Earth. “He thinks there’s a connection between global warming and aliens, power

outages and aliens, rising taxes and aliens. When doesn’t he think things are related to aliens?”

She shook her head as if trying to shake off the sudden heaviness blanketing both of us. “You don’t want breakfast?”

I moved to the pantry and scored the last chocolate chip granola bar from the box. “I don’t have time. The class hike is today. I have to rush, or I’ll be late.”

“You’re wearing that?”

I glanced down at my jeans with the myriad of artful cuts. “These are retro. Everyone’s wearing them.”

“I meant the T-shirt.”

I put a hand over the image of ET. I’d unearthed the shirt at the secondhand store. “It’s a joke.”

“Make sure you change before your father sees it. No use throwing gas on the fire.”

Dad was exactly the reason I’d bought the shirt, and I didn’t care if he saw it. Yes, I was afraid of aliens, but I was tired of my fear holding me hostage and I was trying to find my way back to the me I’d once been. There were so many things I didn’t do anymore since that camping trip because I was too afraid.

“Cassie?” Mom said.

“Fine, I’ll change before he sees it.”

“Are you riding in with Mark?” She sounded hopeful, not yet knowing my status as the alien hunter’s daughter wiped out my dating life once again.

“Um…no. Gotta run.”

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Stealing the Heart series with Entangled Publishing. She’s addicted
to great books, good movies, and Italian chocolates. She’s passionate
about causes that support abused animals and children. Her parents
always supported her bringing stray animals home, although the Great
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The Ghosts of My Lai by JC Braswell – Book Tour + #Giveaway

02/05/17

 

The Ghosts of My Lai
JC Braswell
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Publisher: Magothy Publishing
Date of Publication: April 20, 2017
ISBN: 0-9979909-3-5 (Paperback)
ISBN: 0-9979909-2-9 (eBook)
 ASIN: B06XNVPB2P
Number of pages: 264
Word Count: 89,700
Cover Artist: Marcy Arnold

Book Description:

Lieutenant Chris Williams and his platoon flee My Lai—the site of an unfathomable massacre during the Vietnam War—only to have their helicopter shot down over unchartered jungle. Disoriented and separated from the outside world, Williams faces the unenviable task of navigating the waylaid band of survivors to safety. But Vietnam has other plans…
Fear begins to trump logic. Specters of the assault call for them during the jungle nights. The escape mission descends in to mutiny as they discover an unknown threat unlike the Viet Cong hunts them from within the primitive environment.
Williams soon realizes that survival is not possible without first confronting the ghosts of My Lai…and the sins of their past.

 

Excerpt:

“So what’s the
plan now, LT?” Simmons moved his arms in a repetitive semicircle manner like he
was making a snow angel in the leaves. “We just going to sit here and wait for
the jungle to take us? Or do you think we’ll just die from boredom and
exhaustion?”
“Quiet,
Simmons,” Garcia said.
“We keep going.”
He didn’t want to let them know that they might be stalked by a tiger, which
would only cause more panic in the group.
“I guess there’s
only one answer right now,” Donovan said, resting back on his elbows.
“What’s that?”
Harris asked.
“We’re screwed.”
Donovan could summon a smile even in the direst of situations, thrusting his
hips in the air. “We’re completely and totally screwed. No chance at all.”
“Please don’t
say that,” Harris’s voice cracked.
“Donovan,
seriously? Why do you have to go on and say something stupid like that?”
Jackson nudged Donovan’s thigh. “You’re gonna scare the kid.”
“’Cause it’s
true. He’s right.” McEvoy smacked the back of his neck, smashing some insect
guts into his skin. “Look at us. Nobody wants to say it, but we’re lost. No
map. A useless compass. Not much food. Lost. And don’t get me started on these
bugs.” McEvoy slapped the back of his head again, this time catching the bug
and causing it to pop like a balloon. McEvoy gagged as he looked at his palm
before wiping it across his thigh.
“They sure seem
to like you,” Simmons said. “Must have some of that sweet boy blood.”
“Why do you have
to start when I’m worrying over here? And I don’t have any sweet boy blood.”
“Enough. No more
talk of death,” Williams said, tossing one of the river pebbles he kept in his
pocket at McEvoy. “No more talk of anything. We take a short sleep and get
going.”
“If you say so,
boss.” McEvoy squirmed as the rock plunked him on the shoulder.
“What I wouldn’t
give to listen to a little Doors right now. Just fade away with it all.”
Donovan looked up at the stars. “Seems appropriate to die while listening to
some good music
“How’s the
injury?” Garcia dropped to one knee and went to untie Williams’s makeshift
compression bandage. “I’m not sure how many we of these left. Maybe one.”
“Shouldn’t I ask
how your shoulder is doing?”
“No need to
worry about something small like that,” Garcia responded. “I’m not the one with
a rotting leg.”
“Since you put
it so gently.”
“You said it
yourself. Might as well be honest. We’re just a sideshow.”
“Touché.”
Williams knew there was reason to be concerned. He could smell the infection
from three feet away: rotting eggs. Based on Garcia’s tempered reaction, it
could only be getting worse.
“Hey, what about
the radio? We’re on higher ground. Might be worth giving it another shot.”
Harris, with his naïve youthfulness, held on to a simple hope.
“Go for it. Not
like it’s going to hurt,” Williams answered, drifting back to the memories in
his mind. Seagulls cawed from around Annapolis harbor, the zip of a fishing
line pulled as a fish splashed on the surface. It was only a pipedream.
“It ain’t even
turning on,” McEvoy said. He clicked the switch a few times, relying on a
miracle that would not happen.
“Oh, come on,”
Harris whined. He slapped the radio a few times—the old magic trick never quite
worked out for anyone with experience in electronics.
“Relax, guys.
That things as useless as both of you.” Donovan said, drumming his fingers
along the ground to the beat of whatever Doors song played in his head.
“Wait. Think I
got something.” McEvoy’s words called their attention. The radio whined as
McEvoy adjusted the knob until a muffled song broke through the static.
“What’s that?”
Jackson asked, leaning in as if he could listen better.
“I don’t…I don’t
know.” McEvoy honed in on the signal until a distinct muffled chant emerged.
The small troupe stared at each other, a mixture of confusion and disbelief as
the unknown words captivated them.
“It can’t be,”
Donovan said.
“Maybe some
local station?” Harris asked.
The chanting
grew more distinct with little melody to the deliberate words.
“A local
station…out here? No damned way.” Williams said, noticing the VC perking his
head up with a glaze covering his face. It was as if the chanting signaled the
VC to wake.
“These people
have some weird tastes,” Jackson said.
The troupe
gathered closer, exchanging glances between each other and the radio. The
lights flickered with the strength of the foreign words, the dials shifting
back and forth.
“You recognize
any of this?” Williams looked at McEvoy.
“I…no. It’s…too
old. An older dialect.” McEvoy shrugged.
The chanting
intensified, the chorus of foreign words almost shouting. The treetops around
them rustled as a stiff breeze suddenly rolled across their makeshift camp.
Williams looked back at their VC prisoner, who remained silent, transfixed by
the radio’s signal.
“This ain’t
right. None of this is right.” Harris withdrew from the contraption.
“Hold on to
yourself,” Donovan said. “Nothing we can do.”
Louder. Faster.
The radio shuddered with the strength of the signal.
“Turn if off.
Turn it off,” Garcia demanded.
The VC’s lips
started to move, almost in unison with the chanting, but he did not make a
sound.
“I’m trying.”
McEvoy twisted the dials, but the radio refused to obey.
Its housing
crackled then sparked, causing McEvoy’s arm to snap back. The sharp smell of
burnt rubber and metal poured out of the case. Then, with a pop and brilliant
flash, the radio went silent, its light fading to black. The VC then dropped
his head in concert with the chanting as it came to an abrupt halt.
“Jesus,” McEvoy
said, blowing on his finger.

 

“El Diablo,”
Garcia muttered in a voice low enough for only Williams to hear.
 

About the Author:

A fan of Lewis, Hemingway and Tolkien, author JC Braswell writes in a few different genres including Thriller, Horror, Sci-Fi, and Young Adult.
In addition to writing JC is a practicing attorney specializing in estate planning and corporate law, he is the recipient of the American Health Lawyers Association award for his legal writing.
JC makes his home along the Chesapeake Bay with his wife and two children.
You can visit his website at www.jcbraswell.com  and check out his podcasts at www.freestateradio.com
Author website: http://www.jcbraswell.com

 

 

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Wicked by LM Pruitt – Book Tour

17/4/17


Wicked

A Damned Novel

LM Pruitt

Release Date: April 2017
All things truly wicked start from innocence.
—Ernest Hemingway
Book Description:
Being a demon isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Especially when you make a massive mistake your first month on the job.
Even more so when your sister is one of the all-star players on the other team.
Add in the rumors of not one but two coups and it’s not hard to see—something wicked this way comes….

Excerpt

“Julie, is it?
When you died, what did you see? And please don’t insult us or waste our time
by claiming you saw nothing.”
I studied him
for a moment, torn between doing just that and telling the truth. There was
something about meeting the be-all-end-all as far as the creation of everything
went which made me want to keep our conversation to ourselves. On the other
hand, I didn’t relish having to go through the whole dying thing again and I
had a feeling the key to my miraculous return rested in those few minutes when
I was, to quote the younger dead, all dead.
“There was a
white room. And a woman.” I paused, hesitating another moment before
continuing. “She said She was the Power.” I took a deep breath, holding it a
few seconds before exhaling. “And when I asked if She was going to kill me, She
said no, it wasn’t my time to die. And then I was back here.”
“It’s not
enough.” Joanne shook her head, her hair sliding over her shoulders. “Michael,
it’s not enough. You know how She is. She could have been playing one of Her
fucking word games and any minute now—.”
“I know, girl.”
The almost giant next to her knelt down, kissing the side of her head before
murmuring something in her ear. Whatever he said reassured her enough to have
her letting up some of the death grip on my hand although she still didn’t let
go. Michael turned to Gabriel, standing silent and watchful in the back of the
room. “Can you speak with Her?”
“You think She’s
less likely to lie to me?” Gabriel snorted. “You know She doesn’t play
favorites.”
“And we all know
that’s a lie. She was willing to sacrifice innocents to keep you whole, if not
happy.” Gideon’s gaze flicked to the tall redhead who, if I was keeping up with
the names being thrown around earlier, had to be Lucinda. “She’ll answer your
questions, even if She doesn’t want to.”
“I didn’t say
She wouldn’t answer me. I said there was a good chance She would still lie to
me.” Gabriel sighed. “But fine—as the patron saint of women and children—.”
“We already know
your resume.” Joanne’s voice was so acidic every person in the room, archangel
or not, flinched. I lifted my brows but stayed silent. This Joanne wasn’t the
one I remembered. This Joanne seemed as if she could not only reduce a person
to tears with a few words but she would enjoy doing it. “Now go do your job.”
“As the queen
wishes.” Gabriel offered a bow which was just a shade shy of mocking, his smile
dying away when he glanced at Joanne. “Right. I’ll be back as soon as
possible.”
His departing
flash was enough to blind me but thankfully sulphur free. Although I was
feeling less and less like death with each passing second, I wasn’t quite ready
for the scent of brimstone.
“You had to piss
him off, didn’t you, Mom?” Olivia widened her eyes, blinking rapidly. To be
fair, the majority of the people in the room were reacting the same way, the
only exceptions being Joanne, Barry, Raphael, and Michael. “You know how he
feels about being ordered around.”
“Much the way
you feel.” Joanne’s face softened ever so slightly, her lips curving upward.
“In case you wondered where you get that particular quirk from.”
“Yes, blame it
on my brother.” Michael kissed her cheek again, tucking her hair behind her ear
and studying her face. Whatever he saw there had him nodding. “Why don’t we all
go in to the other room for a few minutes? Leave the two of you alone?” He
glanced over at Raphael and Gideon, standing silent and watchful with matching
looks of suspicion. “Do you think that will be a problem?”
“If she were
human, hell, yes—she had multiple seizures leading up to a massive cardiac
episode and she was dead for damn near ten minutes.” Gideon paused, sighing and
shaking his head. “But I’ll admit, I don’t have a goddamn clue what’s happening
here. Even when the Power is generous enough to provide a miracle, She still
tends to make it hurt, just so you don’t mistake her kindness for weakness.”
“Gideon,
please.” Joanne’s voice broke and once again the entire room responded,
although this time there was a definite degree of panic. People all but tripped
over themselves in an effort to exit the room, the sole exceptions once again
being Michael, Raphael, and Barry. “Just a few minutes.”
“Fine. Yes.
Fine.” Gideon shoved Lucinda toward the flap which apparently served as a door,
nodding rapidly. “If anything happens, yell.”
“If you need us,
we’ll be outside.” Olivia scooped up Douglas, ignoring his whines to stay with
Nana. She paused with one hand on the flap, glancing over her shoulder. “Do you
want me to go get the others?”
“Not yet.”
Joanne shook her head, clearing her throat before continuing. “I need a few
minutes.”
“Okay.” Olivia
shifted her gaze to Barry. “Are you coming?”
“In a moment.”
Striding across the room, he nudged his way between me and Joanne, kissing the
top of her head and then mine. “Let me know if you need anything.”
It was a tossup
as to who his statement was directed toward and right then it didn’t matter.
Joanne nodded, stretching up and kissing his cheek. “I don’t know why you were
there but thank you.”
His only answer
was a nod before he followed Olivia out of the room.
“We’ll be right
next door.” Raphael leaned across the bed, giving Joanne a hard, brief, almost
possessive kiss. Glancing at Michael and lifting his brows, he said, “Call if
you need anything.”
“Don’t be a
hero, girl.” Michael didn’t kiss her, instead simply pressing his forehead to
hers. “Call.”
“We’ll be fine.”
She glanced at me, her smile clearly forced. “I promise.”
The two men
exchanged another look before leaving the room, the flap dropping shut behind
him. For long minutes, there was only silence. Finally, Joanne sighed and shook
her head.
“Julie—what the
fuck have you gotten yourself into?”

 

 

About the Author:

 
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she’s killed bamboo. Twice.  She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.
 
 
 
 
 
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Nate Temple Chronicles By Shayne Silvers – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/3/17

Obsidian Son
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 1
By Shayne Silvers
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
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A city that doesn’t believe in magic. Bloodthirsty weredragons. Good
thing this reckless playboy has superpowers…
It’s been said that monsters cry when a good man goes to war. But they
should run screaming like little school girls when that man is
secretly a wizard, and maybe not necessarily good…
Nate Temple’s all-consuming quest to avenge his parents is temporarily
put on hold when shape-shifting dragons invade St. Louis. And perhaps
cow-tipping the Minotaur for answers might not have been Nate’s
smartest opening move, because now every flavor of supernatural thug
from our childhood nightmares is gunning for him. Nate learns that
the only way to save his city from these creatures is to murder his
best friend…
Nate’s choice will throw the world and his own conscience into cataclysmic
chaos: avenge his parents or become a murderer to save his city.
Because to do either, he’s going to have to show the world that
magic is very, very real, and that monsters are very, very hungry…
To survive, he might just need to take a page from the book, How to
Win Friends and Influence Monsters.
If you like Jim Butcher, Kevin Hearne, or Patrick Rothfuss, you will
LOVE the first installment of The Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller
series.
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Blood Debts
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 2
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A Wizard, an Angel, and a Horseman of the Apocalypse walk into a bar…
The ancient pact between mankind, Heaven, and Hell has been broken. And
this upstart wizard’s quest for vengeance may have just kicked off
Armageddon. So, time for a drink… or maybe two.
Already plagued with sinister night terrors that could qualify him as a
card-carrying psychopathic insomniac, Nate can barely even manage to
put his pants on in the morning, let alone pick teams for the
Apocalypse.
But when he’s framed as a demon sympathizer, condemned by the Armies of
Heaven, and hunted down by both his allies and the Four Horsemen,
this wizard doesn’t think it can get any worse…
Then they take away his magic. And a wizard without magic stands no chance
against the forces of Heaven and Hell…
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Grimm
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 3
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The Brothers Grimm – legendary supernatural assassins – have escaped
their prison, and their first day in St. Louis could be Nate Temple’s
last…
Sharing a beer with Death – one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse –
really put a few things into perspective for this foul-mouthed,
billionaire wizard. Like finally strapping on the boots to propose to
his girlfriend.
But assassination contracts have a way of putting wedding plans on hold.
Perhaps permanently. And with the entire wedding party on the
bloodthirsty Grimm’s hit-list, and his family fortune in jeopardy,
Nate realizes they can’t run and they can’t hide. So, time to do
magic and stuff…
But with every flavor of supernatural thug teaming up to help the Grimms,
Nate realizes that friends have become enemies and enemies have
become friends, and he’s forced to cross lines that are better left
uncrossed.
When magic, claws, and teeth dance to the song of war, the only thing left
to learn is who lives and who dies. And if Nate can live with the
consequences.
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Silver Tongue
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 4
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My resume is pretty full: I’ve cow-tipped the Minotaur, decimated a
gang of weredragons, sucker-punched an Angel, and eaten pancakes with
the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse…
I’ve kidnapped one of the most powerful wizards on the planet, and
slaughtered the Brothers Grimm. I’m kind of a big deal.
But I never thought I’d find myself at a crossroads, a pawn in a deadly
game that I hadn’t known existed, willing to sell my soul to save
the life of someone I loved… That’s when I learned true fear,
because the world I thought I knew was all just smoke and mirrors,
and I was just a puppy playing amongst wolves…
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Beast Master
The NateTemple Chronicles Book 5
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What do you do for Thanksgiving Dinner when your guests are Death, an
Angel, and a slew of other monsters? You have a nerf gun war, of
course… But the Queens of Fae want to crash his party. And the
Beast Master is abducting shifter children for a Monster Circus.

Thanksgiving Dinner plans with Death, an Angel, a vampire, Achilles, and a slew of
other monsters are cut short because a Monster Circus has come to
town. And the Beast Master needs new Monsters for his show…
But the Queens of Fae also want a little deep-fried wizard for the
holidays.
Oh, and Nate is losing that last finger-hold on his
sanity: hallucinating, and talking to creatures that no one else can
see. The ancient demon inside of him is getting stronger, fighting
for dominance, and only one of them can survive.
But when a wizard curses Nate, extorting him to rescue a lethal Chimera child
from the Beast Master’s Circus, Nate’s only option is to partner
with his inner demon, risking his very soul. But his friends begin to
doubt and fear this new, darker Nate, taking matters into their own
hands – even when that means standing against him.
With allies turned enemies, the Fae breathing down his neck, and a
dangerous child’s life on the line, Nate must call upon, bully, and
coerce new storybook legends and gods to save his traitorous friends
from becoming the Beast Master’s next victims…
Discover what – if anything – Nate is willing to sacrifice to save the
friends who betrayed him…
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Shayne is a man of mystery and power, whose power is exceeded only by his
mystery. In other words, a storyteller.
He currently writes the Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series, which
features a foul-mouthed young wizard with a chip on his shoulder
attempting to protect St. Louis from the various nasties we all know
and fear from our childhood bedtime stories. Nate’s been known to
suckerpunch an Angel, cow-tip the Minotaur, and steal Death’s horse
in order to prove his point. His utter disregard for consequences and
self-preservation will have you laughing and cringing on the edge of
your seat.
Shayne holds two high-ranking black belts, and enjoys conversing about
anything Marvel, Magical, or Mythological. You might find him writing
in a coffee shop near you, cackling madly into his computer screen
while pounding shots of espresso.
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