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Pre-Release for The Church of the Holy Child by Patricia Hale

12/08/17

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Book Title: The Church of the Holy Child by Patricia Hale

Release date: 15th August 2017

Genre: Mystery/Suspense

Word Count: 65,000

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About the book

Women are turning up dead at the local women’s shelter, an ex-cop turned PI and his partner stumble through a maze of dead ends while a distraught priest hears the killer’s confession and wrestles with his loyalty to the church.

 

Excerpt

Inside the wooden confessional there’s a man who talks to God. At least that’s what my mother told me the last time we were here. But a month has passed since she disappeared so today I’ve come to the church alone. I no longer believe that she’s coming back for me like she said. Instead, I’ve become her stand-in for the beatings my father dishes out. That’s what he calls it, dishing out a beating, like he’s slapping a mound of mashed potato on my plate. He swaggers through the door ready for a cold one after coming off his seven to three shift, tosses his gun and shield on our kitchen table and reaches into the refrigerator for a Budweiser. I cringe in the corner and make myself small, waiting to hear what kind of day he’s had and whether or not I’ll be his relief. More often than not, his eyes search me out.  “’C’mere asshole,” he says, popping the aluminum top, “I’m gonna dish out a beating.” If anyone can help me, it has to be this guy who talks to God. I open the door of the confessional with my good arm and step inside.

Twenty-Three Years Later

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His breath was warm on my neck, his lips hot and dry. His tongue searched the delicate skin below my ear. Heart quickening, back arching, I rose to meet him.

The phone on the nightstand vibrated.

“Shit,” Griff whispered, peeling away from me, our clammy skin reluctant to let go.     He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and flashed me his bad-boy, half-smile. “Cole,” he said into the phone.

At times like this, cell phones rate right alongside other necessary evils like cod liver oil and flu shots. I leaned against his back and caressed his stomach, damp dunes of sculpted muscle. Not bad for a guy north of forty. Griff still measured himself against the hotshots in the field. But in my book he had nothing to worry about; I’d take the stable, wise, worn-in model over a wet behind the ear, swagger every time.

He pried my fingers from his skin and walked toward the bathroom still grunting into the phone.

I slipped into my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. I have my morning priorities and since the first one was interrupted by Griff’s phone, coffee comes in a close second.

Twenty minutes later he joined me dressed in his usual attire, jeans, boots, tee shirt and sport jacket. Coming up behind me, he nuzzled my neck as I poured Breakfast Blend into a travel mug. Coffee splashed onto the counter top.

“Gotta run,” he said taking the cup from my hand.

“What’s up?”

“Not sure yet. That was John. He said he could use a hand.

“Sobering up?

Griff flinched like I’d landed one to his gut.

“Sorry,” I said. “Cheap shot.”

“Woman found dead early this morning.”

About the Author

IMG_1384Patricia Hale received her MFA degree from Goddard College. Her essays have appeared in literary magazines and the anthology, My Heart’s First Steps. Her debut novel, In the Shadow of Revenge, was published in 2013. The Church of the Holy Child is the first book in her PI series featuring the team of Griff Cole and Britt Callahan. Patricia is a member of Sister’s in Crime, Mystery Writer’s of America, NH Writer’s Project and Maine Writer’s and Publisher’s Alliance. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and two dogs.

 

Website: www.patriciahale.org

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Church-Holy-Child-Patricia-Hale/dp/1940758599

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SunWalker by S. T. Sanchez – Promo

05/08/17

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Sunwalker

by S. T. Sanchez

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Pub. Date May 17, 2017

Word Count: 101,000

 

About the book

 

Lilly is a sunwalker—a vampire born from human parents, able to walk in the daylight. She lives life as human, hiding her true identity from all those around her. One evening, she comes to the rescue of her best friend, Lex, as a vampire is about to make a meal out of her. Lilly is drawn to him, despite her desire to loathe him for almost murdering Lex, as he is the first of her kind she has ever met.

As the vampire, Tread, begins to open Lilly’s eyes to a world she has never known, Lilly must decide where she belongs. After she is betrayed by the person she loves most, Lilly is forced to submerge herself entirely in the vampire world, only to discover that Tread has a secret so shocking it could destroy them all.

 

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She heard a male voice whispering, “No it’s completely safe, we’ll just have a little more privacy back here.”

A giggle came from behind the building. It was definitely Lex, though how she knew that, Lilly had no idea. She would never have even been able to imagine Lex giggling. Lilly approached quietly and saw a man with his arm wrapped around Lex, kissing her as he pushed her up against the back wall of The Broken Coffee Pot. Then, in a flash, he had her neck at an angle. He pushed her hair off her neck and had his hand around her mouth.

“It’ll be so quick you’ll barely notice anything,” the man said. Then he winked at her and his eyeteeth extended into long fangs.

Lilly would never forget the look of terror in her friend’s eyes. Without even realizing what she was doing, she lunged at the man and sent him flying.

The man stood up inhumanly fast, and dusted some sand from his shirt. He seemed amused.

“Listen doll, I don’t know you, but generally speaking, when someone has their dinner ready and is about to eat, you go find your own. You don’t try and steal theirs.”

Lilly turned to Lex. “Run!” she yelled.

Lex stared hesitantly at Lilly for a brief moment and then took off in a mad dash, tripping on the sand as she tried to get away.

Lilly spun to block his pursuit. Her fangs slid out and a growl ripped through her teeth. She was taken aback at first, realizing the sound came from her and not the vampire in front of her.

The man stared at her, confused. Then he took a few slow steps forward with a look of awe on his face. “You’re a sunwalker,” he said with a hint of amusement.

“Yeah, and I’m stronger than the scum like you who are bitten into existence. So stay away from my friend,” Lilly spat with all the spite she could muster.

Before she realized what was happening, the vampire had her now pinned to the wall.

“You listen to me, little girl. You are nothing but an infant,” he scoffed. “You will watch how you talk to me,” he ordered as he squeezed her wrist tighter. “I have been around a long time. I’m smarter than you, faster than you, and stronger than you. Sunwalkers might be rare. But don’t ever assume you’re the only one.” He shoved her one more time hard against the wall, gripping her hand with one arm and using the other to hold her across the chest. Then, he released her.

“Ow!” Lilly said, rubbing her wrist. “That hurt.” She looked at him, dumbfounded. He was not just another vampire, but a sunwalker.

“That was the point,” he said, shaking his head, still trying to figure something out.

She rubbed her wrist. “It’s just, I’ve never been hurt before. I didn’t think we could get hurt.”

His jaw dropped. He opened it to speak, then shut it again. He shook his head.

“You do that a lot?” Lilly asked.

“Do what?”

“Walk around and shake your head.”

“I just don’t understand you…” He started to shake his head and stopped himself. Stifling a laugh, he asked, “Where are you from? What hospital were you born at? I don’t understand how we missed you. You must not have been born around here.”

“Hold on, as much as I’d love to stay and chat,” Lilly replied sarcastically, “you just tried to murder my friend.” She turned and started walking back around the building. She heard him muttering “friend” as she stalked off.

“Wait!” the stranger called.

Lilly didn’t bother turning around. “Yeah, I don’t think so,” she called, and then almost walked smack dab into him as he appeared in front of her.

“That was me asking politely, as a courtesy because you are my kind, and I fancy myself as a gentleman—” he began, but stopped as Lilly rubbed her wrist. “Well normally I am a gentleman. Someone stealing my dinner and then letting it run free seems to have put me in a foul mood. Nevertheless, as you’ve seen, I can make you stay.” He stepped back, holding his hands up non-threateningly and then added, “Just answer a few questions and then I’ll let you leave.”

Lilly wasn’t thrilled with this. She knew Lex must be going out of her mind right now. But after feeling his strength, she knew she really didn’t have a choice. Some kind of gentleman, threatening but polite, she thought.

“Fine,” she huffed. “Ask away. It’s not like I really have a choice.”

He gestured to a couple of crates and then sat down. Lilly hadn’t really had time to process all that had happened. But sitting across from this man, she realized for the first time that Lex had been right about one thing, he really was a hottie. He had long dark eyelashes and deep blue eyes. His hair hung in black waves and was a little longer than the guys’ at school, who kept their hair very short. It wasn’t like medieval times long, just grown out a little. He brushed his hand through his hair, pushing a lock out of his face. He was about six feet tall. And he was pale like she was. He seemed to be about the same age as her. This surprised her most; something about him had made her think he was much older. He was dressed nicely too. He had on khaki pants and a long sleeved button-down black dress shirt. Everything was neatly pressed with prominent straight creases. She didn’t see a wrinkle on his outfit. He seemed like he had just stepped off the pages of a GQ magazine.

“Ok, so—” he began.

“How did you know I was a sunwalker?” she interrupted.

“Because I can smell the sun on your skin,” he answered, appearing annoyed. “That and I can hear your heart beating. Now may I ask my questions?”

Lilly nodded. This was the first vampire she had ever met and a million questions flooded through her mind. But he did just try to kill Lex. She promised herself no matter how badly she wanted answers to her questions, she would just answer his and then go find her friend.

“Alright. Thank you,” he added. “Oh, I forgot my manners. I’m Tread.” He waited, then when he saw she wasn’t going to reciprocate, he prodded. “And you are?” he asked with an exaggerated but dazzling smile. “Remember you promised to answer my questions,” he reminded.

“Lilly,” she said, trying to be as defiant as she could, although admittedly it was getting harder.

“Lilly,” he repeated. Seemingly content, he continued. “Where are you from?”

Lilly gestured around her, “You’re looking at it. Good ole’ Harbor Cove, New Hampshire.”

He leaned closer. “Here’s the part that confuses me. What hospital were you born at? And you’re how old?”

“Seventeen. And I wasn’t born in a hospital.”

“Seventeen! You really are just a baby. Hmmmm.” Tread nodded to himself as if this confirmed his suspicions, whatever they were.

“What is ‘hmmmm’ supposed to mean? And how did you get past the fence anyway?” Lilly demanded after the realization struck that this vampire had been inside her city. Lex had said she met him at the movies, which meant he had gotten past the wall.

Tread laughed hard. “My questions, remember.” He stood up. “Last question. Am I the first vampire you’ve ever met?” He regarded her intently.

“Yes. Can I go now?” Lilly asked as she stood up, following Tread’s suit.

“Sure, unless you want to meet up with me again. Learn about our species. About what you are,” he said with a note of pity in his voice. “Because you really don’t seem to know much.”

“You want me to meet up with you after you just tried to murder my friend, then threatened me into answering your questions?” she asked in disbelief.

Tread stepped towards Lilly, closer than a human would, and she glanced at him nervously. “Why do you hang out with these happy meals?”

Confusion on her face, she asked, “Happy meals?”

“Humans. Sorry, I forget you don’t know the vampire jargon. Humans like fast food. And although they are not what I would call fast, that’s what we call them. They are FOOD, you know.” Then he grinned. “And they do make me so very, very happy.”

Lilly stepped back. “You’re disgusting. You know I sit here and look at you. Talk to you. You seem so human. But you’re not. You’re a monster.”

“We’re the same species, hon.” Tread replied as she walked off.

Lilly rushed around the corner and then checked to see if Tread was following her. When she saw he wasn’t, she pulled her phone out. There were twenty texts from Lex. She had been so engrossed in the scuffle and inquisition from Tread that the beeping hadn’t even registered with her. Not bothering to read them, she texted back quickly.

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T. Sanchez was born in Dallas, TX. She graduated from the University of North Texas with a BA of Arts in Spanish. She loves to write fantasy. She is married and has three wonderful children. She loves hiking and spending time outdoors when she is not writing. She has a second novel set to come out in December of 2017 entitled Charlie Tanner and the Piranha. Nightwalker, the sequel to Sunwalker, is set to come out in Spring 2018.

 

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Review of The One by Belle Ami

The One (The Only One #1)The One by Belle Ami

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is a very well written story with believable characters. After being devastated by the death of her parents. Adelia is determined to pay them homage with the help of her adorable horses by winning a prestigious show jumping award. At an after show party for winners, Adelia meets Karoline who is a beautiful socialite with a handsome twin brother, Miles. Then the story begins. There are plenty of hot and steamy scenes and the plot crescendos to an excellent cliffhanger. I have read some of the reviews in relation to scenes being padding. I didn’t find that. The author had obviously done her homework and displayed this in her description of the equestrian industry. The plot twists keep you hanging on to every word, and the evil Karolin adds a spicy twist. The story is hot and sexyI can’t wait to start the second book.

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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson – Book promo

25/06/17

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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson

Genre: Middle Grade (8-12

 

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Word Count: 34,000

 

About the book

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money fo

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money for her paraplegic brother’s surgery. No motor vehicles are allowed but there are plenty of horses, making the island safe enough for Luc to have mobile freedom in his wheelchair all summer long.

When Arianna and Luc accidentally discover that a powder horn that’s been in their family for many generations can send them back in time to 1793, they meet their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the person who carved the treasure map on the powder horn. How can the siblings convince their ancestor to let them in on its secrets?

To complicate things, Luc finds he can walk there, in the past, and he doesn’t want to return to the present where his surgery is uncertain, and a wheelchair may be his life. Arianna must choose between discovering the treasure and bringing her brother back to the present.

 

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The family plan was to head north, but my best friends Bella and Caitlyn were hopeful I would find options, alternatives, additional possibilities. I’d heard the reasons why I had to go with Mom and Dad and Luc to northern Michigan for the summer, and why my older sister got to stay home. I wouldn’t have minded so much if only it wasn’t sixteen million miles from Chicago, and for the entire summer. My protests about the unfairness of me having to go came up as empty as downtown Chicago during a blizzard.

“I could stay home with Melissa,” I suggested as I handed Mom a dirty supper plate for the dishwasher. “We’d almost never fight.”

“You know Melissa needs to earn money this summer for college,” Mom said. “And Delly’s Deli will pay her more than we could. It’s simple economics.”

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souv

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souvenir shop. They expected to make bundles of money to cover my brother Luc’s operation and have enough left over to be rich-rich-rich. Maybe enough for a family trip to Europe or a flight to the moon.

Worst part? They planned to turn Luc and me into store slaves for the summer.

No, the really worst part was I wouldn’t get to see my friends all summer long. What good is having a summer vacation without your friends? It was going to be torturously long. I did want Luc to get his operation, and I wasn’t out to make things difficult for Melissa. I just wanted to stay home, too. Be with my friends. That’s all.

Mom put on her teacher smile. “Staying here will be good preparation for Melissa being on her own. Besides, the Simons are next door, and Rachel Simons practically lives over here, anyway. Melissa won’t be lonely.”

“I could stay to make sure. Help chaperone them or something,” I said, putting on my most brilliant smile.

Mom shook her head no while putting the last of the silverware into the dishwasher.

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s p

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s parents in that plan.

“Arianna Jean Trebuche.” Her using my whole name was like turning the lock on a door. End of any back and forth discussion. “It’ll be a fun adventure,” she said.

Read that as Boring!

“There’s lots to do on Mackinac Island besides the store,” she continued. “Bikes and horses to ride. You might even dress up in some of those period costumes from the eighteenth century. Wouldn’t that be fun? Besides, Luc needs you.”

“Luc needs me like he needs a fifth wheel. You baby him way too much, Mom.” I turned and headed upstairs to my room.

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Some people think people in wheelchairs are helpless. They don’t know our Luc. He’s smart, clever, funny, and wins races. He’s not treated differently because he’s stuck in a wheelchair, it’s because in our family, Luc, at ten, is the youngest. Melissa’s seventeen. Last April I officially became a teenager, a whopping thirteen. And we all know the babies of the family really are treated differently.

When we were younger, Luc and I shared everything, especially secrets in our treehouse. Luc would pull himself onto the swing seat and tug on the rope pulley Dad attached to the tree branch until he got himself through the Trebuche Tree door. It was our not-so-secret hideaway. No one else went up there, not even Caitlyn and Bella.

I used our upstairs hall landline and called Bella, the B member of our ABC club.

“No go,” I said when she answered.

“This stinks,” Bella sa

“This stinks,” Bella said. “How come they can’t see you’re responsible enough to stay?”

“I know,” I groaned.

“Did you mention the thing about staying at my house, or at Caitlyn’s?”

“Yes. I even tried staying with Melissa under the Simons’ watchful eye.”

“We’ve got parents living over here, right in the same house—real adults. Sort of.”

I snickered. A year ago, Bella’s parents went through some sort of mid-life crisis and learned to ride motorcycles. They’d gone hog-wild—that’s motorcycle talk—buying leather jackets and bike accessories and made the neighborhood noisier. Not the kind of adults my teacher-parents would trust to look after their little darling all summer.

“So, have you started your Summer Dreams essay for Mrs. Harrison’s class?”

“Ha!” I answered. “My summer will be a nightmare.”

“There’s still the Internet, Ari,” Bella said. “We’ll message every day, and don’t forget chats and video calling and cell phones.”

“More than every single day,” I replied.

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Before I could say Hallelujah, school’s out, seventh grade ended. After that, Bella and Caitlyn and I had a moanful see-ya-later sleepover where we finally drifted off about three AM. The parents finished their teaching jobs. Then, earlier than we ever got up on a school day, we Trebuches squeezed all our summer essentials into the van, with three bikes hanging from the back. Luc rose on the van chair lift, and then I clamped his wheelchair firmly into place and climbed in the seat next to him.

“You have the treasured powder horn?” Melissa asked through the open van window. She pushed her wavy long brown hair away from her face.

“Of course, dear,” Mom said. “We’ll send you pictures as soon as we display it.”

“Put it someplace where everyone can see it,” Mel instructed. She was a lot like Mom—bossy. At least with the two of them separated, it would make a quieter summer for the rest of us.

The heirloom powder horn had passed from father to son through the generations of Trebuches from Jean Luc Trebuche, a fur-trading French ancestor. This Jean Luc is the

person Luc is named after, and me, too. Well, my middle and last name, anyway. Down through the generations, we’ve called it the Treasured Powder Horn. With capital letters. I don’t know why. Maybe it once held gold nuggets instead of gun powder. It could have been in a museum, but Mom and Dad both used it in their classes for math exercises or history-English lessons. Great-great-something-grandfather Jean Luc must have been drunk when he carved it. Although his name in fancy script across the top was obvious, squiggly lines went around the horn. There was also a random U or a C on it and a V or a <, depending on which way you held it, along with an X by a bitty tree.

“Now don’t you go worrying about us, sweetheart,” Dad said to Melissa as he adjusted the driver’s seat. “You just take care of yourself. We’re only a phone call away.”

As Dad pulled the van out, I waved to Melissa until we were out of sight. Luc slipped on his headphones and loaded up an action movie in his player. I got out my music.

“Can’t you kids at least wait until we’re on the interstate before playing those things?” Mom asked. “There’s so much to see.” She said those exact words at the start of every trip.

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About the Author

Sandy Carlson was born in Michigan and has a long-standing connection with Mackinac Island. She first visited the island as a child, then as a young mother with her husband and two sons, and several times since. Every visit has vibrated with magic—from the fresh water sea breezes, to the history, to the wooded trails, and, of course, to the horses.

Sandy is first a storyteller. As a child, she loved telling stories to her siblings, cousins and friends, and later started writing them down. Besides a Family-Comes-First motto, Sandy is a former teacher who now does school and library author visits.

She may or may not have seen mythical creatures while alone in the woods.

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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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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

 

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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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Sentinel by L.D. Nash – Spotlight Promo + #Giveaway

03/06/17

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SENTINEL

By: L. D. Nash

Paranormal fantasy/Action-Adventure/Magic Realism/Urban fantasy

80,000 Words

Sometimes amnesia is a demon hunter’s best friend.

 

About the book

Luna Ashwind is the Grigori’s top assassin and her marks are the big, bad uglies that slither out of Hell. She’s worked for the secret society of demon hunters since they found her broken, bleeding and unconscious just four short years ago. They nursed her body back to health but her mind is a different story.

Lucifer’s made good use of his time in Hell. He’s learned of a Heaven-forged talisman with the power to either start or stop the biblical apocalypse without God’s approval. For centuries, he’s sent his best demons topside in search of the three artifacts needed to create this celestial weapon.

Hellhound wrangler Kurbane is topside to capture the angel who stole Cerberus’ key to the Gates of Hell, but when the trail leads him to Luna, he realizes he’d bitten off more than he can chew. Luna is no mere angel – she’s the life or death of all creation.

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North Roxbury neighborhood, Boston, Massachusetts

While easing through the damp, sour smelling alleyway, Luna halted mid-stride as a black, swirling vortex, roughly the size of a Volvo, shredded the foggy air around her. A rough gust of wind whipped past her, sending trash and other debris scattering around her feet.

When a huge silhouette stepped out of the whirlwind, Luna instantly abandoned her ninja-like tactics and stood in open-mouth shock.

In her four years of training, she’d never heard of demons using teleportation; their life-force was usually directly within the vicinity of where the Watchers sent their soldiers.

Smoky tendrils of smoke inked outward from the center, sending clouds of wispy darkness to pollute the air. After a few moments, the strands slowly receded and their absence revealed the hulking beast. Momentum from the vortex shoved the demon forward, making sure it cleared the swirling chasm. Then it shrank back in on itself as quickly as it appeared.

The demon, which she now recognized from her textbooks as an Arsena – a lesser demon that crawled through Hell on its underbelly, begging for scraps – snarled and gnashed its razor sharp teeth before rushing toward her. A fashionably late entrance coupled with its particular method of travel succeeded in totally throwing Luna off her game. All her training went right out the window.

She was only briefly discombobulated, but long enough for the demon. It rushed past her and its large scaly arm caught her beneath the chin; its momentum and element of surprise clothes-lined her painfully, yet beautifully.

She hit the asphalt back-first, air whooshing from her lungs on an elongated hiss. She gasped and gulped, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she tried to force sweet air back into her lungs.

I’m sorry, Luna, Barr’s soft voice flitted through their telepathic connection. I failed to see it till it was too late. Her falcon-companion’s intense, guilt-ridden emotions blasted through her mind like a frigid tidal wave, the unexpected intrusion seized her mind and almost fried her brain.

Can you believe a freaking Arsena rode a vortex in and attacked me?!? Luna projected her thoughts and then shut down their mental connection. She focused on keeping well away from the sharp claws and gnashing teeth.

Once she was capable, she drew a complete breath and then quickly rolled back to her feet. She lowered herself into an offensive crouch with hands fisted before her and waited for the demon’s next move.

It swung its huge, slimy, talon-tipped left hand at her. She saw it coming and managed to duck in the nick of time, saving herself from sporting a severed head.

An angry roar shook the ground and the Arsena swung its right arm around from behind its huge body. Luna’s eyes widened in shock when she realized he had a gun and it was aimed it directly at her. Demons never used human weapons.

“Shit,” she hissed and feigned to her right milliseconds before a shot rent the night. Pain exploded in her left shoulder and she crashed to the pavement for the second time in less than five minutes. Her breath, again, whooshed from her body.

She’d never felt so helpless before and was lost as what to do next.

Pain blazed through her system, her blood sizzling in her veins like fresh lava. Inhaling deeply, she pushed herself to her feet, determined to get her ass moving. She’d suffered plenty of wounds during training, but never something this severe. Zeke had stressed the danger of hunting, now she understood his blatant reluctance to send her on her first mission alone.

Luna, get out of there! Barr roared forcefully, shattering the concrete wall Luna had shielding her mind. Depth-less black spots converged in Luna’s mind as a result of Barr re-establishing their mental connection without Luna’s consent.

Luna winced as agonizing heat tore through her head, finding every nerve ending possible. She blinked rapidly in hopes of shaking the side-effects of the falcon’s mind-meld. Her stomach rolled in response, threatening to send her dinner back up.

Barr’s forceful invasion, combined with the gunshot wound, left Luna not only temporarily blind, but also in intense agony. Her body weakened and grew sluggish.

Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she pushed herself back to her feet and slowly approached the demon. When she was within reach, she shoved him roughly and lurched past him, heading for the alley on the right

The Arsena’s roar only partially registered through the shock flooding her mind. Her main concern wasn’t that she’d been shot by a demon with a human weapon. It was the fact that she ran from a demon to being with; something she’d never believed she’d do.

A warrior at heart, Luna abhorred weakness as much as cowardice. Yet Barr was right. There was no way she’d survive a battle now that she’d been bodily wounded and mentally incapacitated.

Already, the gushing wound leeched her strength too quickly for her liking.

“Zeke’s going to kill me,” Luna declared, her thoughts flashing to her mentor. She’d all but bullied her way into this mission by swearing she’d be safe and now here she was severely wounded. She inhaled deeply and pumped her legs harder, putting as much distance between her and the demon as possible.

*

“Have we received word from her?” Sem stormed into the Control room. When Luna failed to check in after a couple hours, he’d grown worried. Allowing for the possibility she ran into unexpected problems, he’d gave her some extra time. Now, it was way passed time for her to have returned.

“No.” Penn shook his head, no hint of emotion in his voice. He wasn’t one to get ruffled over anything unless there was reason to. Penn was all about patience and it was one virtue Sem could do without. When it came to Luna, few of the Watchers had much patience. She was the daughter of a dead friend and it was their responsibility to protect her no matter what. Even if she wasn’t the salvation of them all, Sem would still lay down his immortal soul to protect her.

“When was her last update?” Sem asked and ran long fingers through his narrow strip of purple spikes.

“Twelve a.m. Dispatch received an update.” Penn narrowed his eyes as fingers flew over computer keys. “She’d landed and began her search for the demon.” He turned to spear Sem with ice-blue eyes; worry glazing their surface. “That was over ten hours ago Sem. She should have called by now. It wouldn’t have taken her ten minutes to shred the bastard. Something’s wrong.”

Sem’s blood turned to fire in his veins. The thought of Luna hurt didn’t sit so well with him. “Maybe she lost her phone, have you activated her internal tracker?”

Penn turned back to the computer and more keys clacked noisily. The air suddenly grew very heavy and a malevolent aura cloaked the room. Sem sighed heavily. The last thing he needed right now was the angry man now standing behind him. He felt the fiery blast of anger emanating from the soldier and sighed heavily. They’d barely avoided a blood bath earlier and it was only Luna’s presence that had calmed him.

“We’re looking for her now, Zeke,” Sem warned before the other man could even utter a word. He knew his brother too well. If Zeke had the slightest inkling Luna was in danger, he would be gone in the blink of an eye. No matter that none of them could pinpoint her location; Zeke would blast through the Nether until he found her.

As one of the Watchers with the ability to transport, Zeke was an ever present threat to the group’s anonymity. His emotions, which he denied having on a regular basis, seemed to rule him when it came to Luna.

“You’d better find her or I will,” Zeke threatened and slammed the stainless steel door shut behind him before propping himself against it. With arms and feet crossed, he presented an unmovable roadblock. His silent challenge blasted into the air, engulfing the room in an almost malevolent fog.

“There’s no signal,” Penn murmured. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

A loud crash preceded the slamming of the Control room door. When Sem turned, Zeke was gone and a hole marred his formerly pristine door.

“Dammit, I just had that door replaced,” Sem cursed. “Keep looking Penn, I’ll go with Zeke to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone he shouldn’t. Send the area coordinates to me; maybe we can search until something pops up.”

Penn nodded, his floppy blonde hair bouncing.

“Sure thing boss,” he called.

As Sem raced down the hall toward the weapon’s room, he recalled the night Luna literally came crashing into their lives and hoped with every fiber of his being that she was alright. Injured, he could handle, but if she were dead, they were all fucked.

He slid to a halt when Zeke emerged, armed to the teeth, sporting a murderous glint in his eyes. It was moments like this, that made Sem grateful that Zeke was on his side. The warrior made a formidable enemy and Heaven help anything that dared harm Luna.

about the author

Me

S.D. Nash was born, raised and still lives in the northern piney woods of Louisiana. She doesn’t have alligators in her front yard and she isn’t surrounded by swamps. She loves trekking the lush woods surrounding her home in search of buried treasures of times long past. Old, abandoned homesteads and barns are her favorite places to explore. She has a very rich imagination and loves all things unexplainable and supernatural.

 

She’s obsessed with the television series Supernatural and has recently developed a deep interest in AMC’S Preacher, SYFY’S Wynonna Earp and Doctor Who. Her favorite quote is by an unknown author: It’s only impossible until it’s done.

 

Her writing career began later than she’d wanted, but as with all things, it has begun. You can find all her titles on Amazon and select ones on Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Scribd, Apple and Smashwords. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and her blog by clicking the links below:

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Giveaway

Two E-copies of Sentinel are up for grabs. To enter all you need to do is share this post on Twitter, tag in the author (@authorldnash) and two randomly selected winners will receive either a mobi or pdf copy.  The author will contact the winners directly.

Other titles by L. D. Nash:

The Lost Outlaws

Six Guns & Garter Belts (Book 1)

Celestial Keys

Sentinel (Book 1)

The Last Keeper (Book 2) – Coming Soon

 

Stand Alone Novels

Trinity

Southern Fangs

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Midnight Angel by Tracey A Wood – Reviews

seven five star reviews

Midnight Angel

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

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

US link: https://goo.gl/3Lk91d

UK link: https://goo.gl/e7L7DV

Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/2dSOwia

 

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

Google +: https://plus.google.com/+TraceyAWoodAuthor

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

WordPress: https://traceyawoodblog.wordpress.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/tracey_a_wood

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Moira Ashe: Enemy Within by Brendon Bertram – Book Promo + #Giveaway

27/05/17

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Moira Ashe: Enemy Within

by Brendon Bertram

Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Word count: 26521

About the Book

Moira Ashe: Enemy Within is the first book in a new series and the first book I have ever written. Moira Ashe is a monster hunter set in a fictional world in a 16th-century setting. After being tasked with hunting a beastly killer, Moira must also protect the life of a foreign man looking for a solution to lycanthrope. Searching for the beast’s identity by day and facing the beast during the night. Moira fights to expose the creature’s identity while keeping her own secret hidden.

 

The book is only available on Amazon as an e-book for 2.99USD. It is also available for free with Kindle Unlimited.

 

Excerpt from Chapter 6

 

As the beast got closer, Moira slowly began squeezing the trigger as it approached. Something wasn’t right. The beast seemed to home in on the duo, its nose twitched as if searching for them. Lincoln became scared, was it truly oblivious to their presence or was it feigning being so. The answer became clear, as the beast turned its body as Moira fired her weapon.

The sound of thunder tore through the night as the weapon discharged, sending a dozen small balls speeding towards the beast. But instead of colliding head on, into the creature’s head and chest, most punched into the creature’s left shoulder and back while the rest missed completely.

The werewolf was thrown sideways, the flesh on its shoulder was mangled as blood seeped from its wounds. The beast regained its footing and glared at its attackers, while Lincoln stared in disbelief as the creature’s wounds already began to start healing.

Moira slung her blunderbuss over her shoulder as she said one word.

“Run.”

 

About the Author

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As a self-published author, who recently found a passion for storytelling, I am hoping that I can translate this passion into a career for myself. My passion was born from reading fan theories. I found the concept of hidden stories incredibly interesting, and I hope to incorporate those elements into my own works. I have a very varied array of ideas for books ranging from fantasy and sci-fi, to more profound literature, that I hope to release in the future. Fan theories and art are always appreciated.

 

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Giveaway

When I commissioned the creation of the cover I also ordered for the production for a limited number of posters. I will be giving away 5 of these to the first five people to send me a message on Facebook asking for one. The poster is 11 X 17 inches.

 

Links:

Facebook page: Brendon Bertram’s Facebook page

Link to purchase book on Amazon: Moira Ashe: Enemy Within on Amazon

Posted in #Book, Author, blog, Book, Tracey A Wood, Writer

Free weekend Promotion for Authors – Now booking for June

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Hi, all of you hard working authors, out there. We all know how difficult it is to get our books out in front of the lovely, loyal readers. Well, I just want to give a helping hand. There is most definitely no catch. I won’t turn around and ask you to do anything for me, in a few weeks. I have had it done to me, and it’s not nice. Shame on those who do!

Anyway, I post for three book tour companies during the week but not at the weekend (I don’t get paid for this). I have two blogs, and I am offering the use of my blogs to post for authors at the weekend. I will try to accommodate as many books as possible. Pre-release, release or just promo. I have filled

up most of May and I am now looking at June postings.

All I would ask is that you contact me first with the date so I can put you on my calendar.
Then when we agree on the date, I would ask that you send me your posts, at least week to five days before the agreed date (you can send it before).

The format for posting should be in a Word document, laid out how you would like to see your post. Also include the images in the document as well as separately. Please supply the genre, word count, book blurb, excerpt, book cover, author bio, author image, buy link, social media links and giveaway details if you want to give one. (my most successful posts have giveaways. I have a large following on Twitter)

I will post all genre, and I will try to fit you in at short notice if you need it. This is only a try to fit you in, not a definite.

For those who want to post on my blogs, here are the links for you to check out.
http://tracey-a-wood.blogspot.co.uk
https://wordpress.com/posts/traceyawo
Email: traceyawood.author@gmail.com

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Posted in #Book, Author, blog, Book, Romance, SciFic, suspense, Tracey A Wood, Writer

A Body Resurrected by Groovy Lee – Book Promo

07/05/17

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Suspense/Romance/with a bit of Sci-Fi woven into the storyline.

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Title: A Body Resurrected by Groovy Lee

Length: 347 pages

Publication Date: January 31, 2017

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Science Fiction.

 

BLURB:  

Sixteen-year-old Mira is an Egyptian girl who lives a quiet life in her small village in Lower Egypt 3303 B.C.E. But two visitors from the planet Aut are about to change that. The first “flying metal” that whips across the sky carries a murderous plague by the name of Demen. The second one that follows, brings a bounty-hunter named Weir. Against her father’s wishes, Mira becomes Weir’s accomplice in his mission to apprehend Demen before another woman dies by his hands.

But there’s a problem: Demen is now a powerful Pharaoh in the city of Sharkura. Will apprehending him cost Weir and Mira their lives?

Almay, California, USA, twenty-first century:

Tina Leggs oversees the artifacts and exhibits of the Graham-Arlee museum. She has no idea that the mummy exhibit that’s drawing huge crowds, is the same Demen that her ancestor, Mira, bravely faced centuries ago.

Demen is no longer a powerful Pharaoh. Now, he’s nothing more than a museum exhibit since he was discovered in the Valley of the Kings. But a rare occurrence will give him life once more. And his desire to kill the misery known as woman is as strong as ever.

Enter Q, a second bounty hunter sent from Aut to capture him. Like Mira, Tina has been cast into the role of ally to this handsome visitor. Amid the destruction, Demen is causing, and the risk to their lives to stop him, a bond of love has developed between them. But, will she leave her family on Earth for the sake of that love?

EXCERPT:

Friday finally rolled around, and the ‘COME JOIN OUR ROYAL PARTY’ event commenced. This night was really thrown in honor of the sponsors whose massive contributions made it possible for some of the high-end exhibits to be toured at the museum, including Pharaoh Demen; it was the museum’s way of giving them first-look privilege, and to say thank-you.

Before going down the stairs to the lobby, Tina slid her hands over her solid navy-blue dress with the tiny bow at the base of her back, and touched at her pinned-up curls. After a deep, calming inhale and out, she descended down into a diverse crowd of a hundred or so in all shapes and sizes, mingling as they nibbled on the expensive hors d’oeuvres; and devouring the even more expensive wine and champagne that were passed around. She did her best, as she moved through the crowd, to ensure that everyone was content, and to let them know that Ms. Meryl would be giving her speech any moment.

Rihanna came up to her dressed proudly in a knee-length, gray chiffon number that accentuated her curvy form; her scarlet-red lips a stark contrast to her black hair and bangs cascading around her oval face.

“Wow. Did you come to work, or to hook a millionaire?” Tina gave her the once-over.

“Stop it,” Rihanna tapped her arm, as she tried to keep her coy smile from growing. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Why, thank-you,” Tina curtsied and batted her eyelashes. “It’s almost time to begin. Ms. Meryl…” She stopped suddenly as her eyes touched on two familiar figures in the crowd. “I don’t believe it.”

“What?” Rihanna turned to see what she was glaring at.

“They’ve got some nerve.”

“Who?”

“Wait here.” Tina marched off, excusing herself as she passed between the guests. She made it to her objects of irritation and asked none too kindly, “How did you get in?”

Tiffany offered Tina an obstinate smile and slid an arm through Jack’s. And the fact that he wore a simple jacket instead of a tux, or couldn’t even bother to iron some of the wrinkles out of that plaid shirt; or that Tiffany couldn’t lighten up on the black eyeliner and lipstick, annoyed Tina even more.

“Well, I guess I don’t really need you to answer that question, do I? You hacked yourselves some tickets.” She squinted her eyes and shook her head. “Of all the low-down, sneaky—I bet you unloaded Grace on Bitsy, too.”

“She jumped at the chance,” Tiffany lifted her chin in defiance. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we see some champagne with our names on it.”

“Of all the unmitigated nerve,” she mumbled to herself quite firmly as she closed her eyes tight and did a one-eighty. When she opened them again, it was to look into a pair of violet ones from across the room. For that mesmerizing moment, her eyes cruised over the man’s thick, raven colored hair that in a normal, day-to-day life, seemed wildly uncontrollable; but for tonight’s celebration it stylishly framed his masculine face almost to his strong shoulders. And, dear Lord, how that tuxedo enhanced that tight physique. When their eyes met again, he smiled and lifted his wine glass to her. She waved for a short second, and tried to smile as she swerved back around. “Great,” she exhaled firmly. One look at her watch told her it was time for the speeches to begin. She excused herself through the crowd for the platform.

Ms. Meryl, in a pearl-blue original, courtesy of her best friend, Vera Wang, stepped up to the microphone to begin her speech, with Mr. Thompson, the museum’s senior director, right next to her. All in attendance grew quiet and slowly gathered around. She welcomed everyone, and after thanking them for their generous contributions, prepared them for what they were about to see.

“I must remind everyone that this can be a bit intimidating at first. Now ladies, I want you to hold onto your husbands, your boyfriends, dates, whoever is beside you, because…”

While she was cautioning them, Tina stood off to one side and smiled out over the crowd. As her eyes touched from one face to the other, gauging their reactions, she met the alluring ones of the handsome stranger in the tuxedo. The twinkle in his eyes, and that teasing smile growing across his face, was breathtaking. The loud eruption of applause broke the spell and enabled her to look away. She swallowed her heart back down and turned to give her boss her full attention in an attempt to concentrate on her speech.

AUTHOR BIO:

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I’m Groovy Lee. I live in Nashville, TN with my Queen and best friend who happens to be my daughter. Writing is a passion that keeps me sane. I can’t imagine doing anything else. I write clean Suspense and Romantic/Suspense with five books published so far. One of my novels, ‘Cause She’s A Good Girl’, was featured on a popular Nashville Talk Show and given a Highly Recommended by BookWoman.
My favorite time of the year is tennis season. When The French Open, Wimbledon, and the US Open are airing, I’m nowhere to be found—unless you know where my 53” television set is. I’m also an avid reader, gardener, and I have an expensive habit of collecting crystal. Did I mention that I’m addicted to bottled tea?

I really like interacting and talking with other authors and readers on just about any subject. Feel free to contact me on Goodreads, and to add me as a friend.

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