Blog Tour & Giveaway: Eternal Victim by Dexter Morgenstern

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Eternal Victim
by Dexter Morgenstern
Genre: Paranormal Horror
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From the author of “The Slender Man” comes a fast-paced,
terrifying tale, filled with gruesome murderers, ghostly
abominations, and a dark puzzle that connects them all to the Witness.
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Follow the Witness as she travels through a perpetual series of nightmares,
haunted by a mixture of pernicious serial killers and their
imprisoned, undead victims, known as preta. As she wanders through
time and memories shared by the killers and their victims, she fights
to solve the puzzle of their connection to each other and to herself.
Her only hope of salvation lies in connecting key victims to the
souls who can rescue them, thus waking her from the nightmare, but
one killer follows the next, bringing forth a new set of victims, a
new score of preta, and immediately landing her in a new terror.
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I gasp, pulling my head out of a metal tub, and slip down the side, landing in a heap on the dirty floor. I cough, spit-ting up the fetid water I’ve swallowed, then gasp again, finally heaving some stale oxygen into my lungs.

What nightmare is this? I rub the water from the eyes, shivering beneath the icy droplets and frosty air. I just drowned… in someone else’s body. I stay like that for several minutes, staring at the rusted tub and trying to force myself to comprehend what just happened. How am I alive? Am I even alive? I finally turn over to see another sink across from me, a mirror looming above it.

I let out an exasperated breath that seems to fog up the entire room before managing to pull myself upright. I stand and hobble over to the sink. In the mirror, there is still no reflection. I look back at the bathroom doorway. The door itself seems to have fallen apart, and a dark passageway stretches into black.

I look back into the mirror. For a moment there is nothing; and then I fall, that silhouette appearing once more.

This time, it doesn’t send the world spinning. I crawl back, all the way to the wall, clutching a hand to my mouth, though there is no voice, no scream to suppress.

A head emerges from the mirror, then shoulders. Two pallid hands reach out and grab the sink. I close my eyes, hoping the monster will go away, but when I open them, it—she—stands directly over me. I flinch again, but when I look back, nothing but a hand is offered.

“Come with me,” she softly instructs.

Hesitantly, I take the hand. As she pulls me to my feet, the light in the room flickers back on, illuminating us both. Before me is a brown-skinned, black-haired young woman.

Like Ada, Christiana, and me, the bruises and scars along her skin tell the tale of what I can only assume was a brutal and bloody murder. The dimness in her once-brown eyes betrays no emotion.

“You don’t have a lot left in you. You have to move,” she says.

I take a few breaths, trying initially to respond, but she shakes her head. She knows I am without a voice. I look toward the doorway and then back to her. She nods.

“You don’t have time to wait here and panic. The killer gets closer with every breath. The closer it is to finding you, the more the balance is in its favor.”

She flickers, her widening eyes finally betraying the fear within her.

“You can’t let him hurt you again. Not here, not when the balance is this close to darkness,” she explains. “Witness and learn, and the balance will return to you. Then you can escape.”

The balance? Witness? What?

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Dexter is a Southern-born Seattle author and model. Homeschooled after a
diagnosis of mild Asperger’s, he learned to play to his strengths
as an energetic, creative artist. He began writing at the age of
fifteen, and published his first novel two years later. Outside of
art, Dexter spends his time gaming, studying, and socializing with
other ambitious minds. As an army brat, he attained a pragmatic sense
of discipline that he uses to balance his artistic endeavors with his
academic ones. Dexter’s ultimate goal is to contribute to the
subjugation of humanity by artificial intelligence.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Day Reaper by Melody Johnson

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Day Reaper
The Night Blood Series #4
by Melody Johnson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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On the brink of death, Cassidy DiRocco demands that New York City’s
master of the supernatural, Dominic Lysander, transform her—reporter,
Night Blood, sister, human—into the very creature she’s feared
and fought against for months: a vampire. The pain is brutal, she
could lose the career she’s worked so hard to achieve, and her
world will never be the same. But surviving is worth any risk,
especially when it means gaining the strength to fight against
Jillian Allister, the sister who betrayed Dominic, attacked Cassidy,
and is leading a vampire uprising that will destroy all of New York City . . .
When she awakens, however, Cassidy realizes the cost of being transformed
might be more than she was willing to sacrifice. But if Cassidy hopes
to right the irrevocable wrongs that Jillian and her army of the
Damned have wrought on New York City, she’ll need to not only
accept her new senses, body, and cravings, but wield them in her
favor. Irresistible and enigmatic as Dominic is, he no longer has
command over the city or its vampires. Only Cassidy has the
connections to convince the humans, Day Reapers, and the few vampires
still loyal to Dominic to join forces. And maybe, if Dominic can
accept her rising power over the coven he once commanded for the past
several hundred years, the two of them together might forge a bond
more potent than history has ever known. . .
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                Transform me into a vampire.

The words had just left my lips, more shape than sound since I still couldn’t speak without vocal cords, and Dominic Lysander, Master vampire of New York City—who had supposedly seen all, knew all, and wasn’t impressed by any of it in his four hundred and seventy-seven-year-long life—stared at me like I was an alien, like I was an otherworldly creature he’d always known probably existed, but was wholly unprepared to confront. I knew that horror-filled, struck-dumb look all too well; I’d been wearing it pretty consistently over the past several weeks, ever since Dominic had shoved me against the brick exterior of my apartment building and commanded me to look into his eyes, and my body had unwillingly obeyed. I knew that sometimes events were so devastating, both physically and mentally, that all you could do was stare blankly at the destruction and hope to God you didn’t lose your shit.

But in all his four hundred and seventy-seven years, this was not the time nor the place to lose his shit.

Use my necklace, I mouthed, both encouraging him and reminding him not to use the blood in his veins, weakened by the Leveling. I would have ripped the pendant from my necklace and raised the precious drops of his formerly powerful blood to my lips myself, but I’d lost the use of my arms. My body was numb, my awareness drifting, my vision a starburst blanket of blackness covering my face, and still, Dominic just stared.

What are you waiting for? I snapped, as much as I could snap under the circumstances.

“Another solution to present itself,” he finally admitted, looking over my injuries, the movement of his eyes darting and frantic.

I raised my eyebrows, or at least, I tried to. Cold feet?

Dominic let loose a long-suffering sigh. Some of the horror left his expression, but not all of it, and what little did leave was replaced by weary resignation. I didn’t understand his reaction—I didn’t understand him and maybe never really would, not as a human anyway. After weeks of attempting to seduce me, not only into his bed but into his coven, this should be his golden, shining moment, the pot of gold at the end of this violent, blood-soaked rainbow, but by the sick, nearly choked expression on his face, instead of bathing in his good fortune, he was drowning in it. “The temperature of my feet has little to do with this decision,” he said blandly.

I opened my mouth to correct his misunderstanding, to explain that “cold feet” was just an expression, not a literal physical discomfort, when I noticed the tilt to the scarred half of his lips. He was teasing. I was exsanguinating in an alley between East Fifty-Seventh Street and 432 Park Avenue, my vocal cords in shreds, breathing more blood than air into my lungs, and fading fast. And he was teasing.

I laughed and blood sprayed like a geyser from my esophagus. Dominic choked, coughing up physical blood from his metaphysical injuries. My injuries.

The blanket over my vision thickened, filling the gaps between starbursts. I didn’t have time to doubt my decision and consider why Dominic would hesitate—which wasn’t so much a decision as it was a last resort, and perhaps therein lay Dominic’s hesitation. I didn’t have time to convince him that my decision was more choice than he’d been given for his transformation, and if my decision was more about living than it was about a life with him, he’d have to suck up his pride and be grateful I was making this choice at all: the right choice, according to him, under different circumstances.

I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.

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Eternal Reign
The Night Blood Series #3
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Last week, Cassidy DiRocco had some influence over the vampires that stalk
the streets of New York City. She was never completely safe, but with
her newfound abilities as a night blood and her honed instincts as a
crime reporter, at least she had the necessary skills to survive.
Now, thanks to the injuries she sustained while saving her brother from a
fate worse than death, she’s lost her night blood status just as
another crime spree hits Brooklyn. Dozens of people are being
slaughtered, and each victim bears the Damned’s signature mark; a
missing heart.
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Cassidy will need the help of all her allies to survive the coming war,
including the mysterious and charismatic Dominic Lysander, Master
Vampire of New York City. But as his rival’s army threatens his
coven and his own powers weaken with the approaching Leveling, even
Dominic’s defenses might not be enough protection.
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With nothing left to lose, Cassidy must find the power inside herself to
save Dominic, his coven, their city, and survive.
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Spotlight: The Xeno Manifesto by Brysen Mann

Deputy Frank Smirnov wants a peaceful life but fate has chosen a different path. He could never have imagined a course that not only gives him insight to his past but to the true origins of the human race.

NSA Agent Zachariah Allmass’ job is to eliminate those who know too much, and those “Beings” with powers untold that have elected to remain hidden for all these millenniums, now possess evidence he needs for his true employer, the Committee.

But Allmass has an agenda of his own. Meanwhile, Roman Petrov is a violent man who puts his retirement on temporary hiatus after being left with collateral damage that leaves him no choice but to eliminate the “thorn in his side”.

When these men’s worlds collide, secrets that were never meant to be exposed will shake the very foundation of  mankind’s existence.

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About the Author

At what point, in a person’s life, do you say enough is enough? For me, that time has come.

I am at a juncture in my life where I can’t keep it locked inside anymore.

I mean when will it end?

What price will have to be paid?

There is too much at stake. I, for one, have to speak out but will anyone listen?

Things are not what they appear. The veil that hides these secrets has to be lifted and let those that wish, read what is written and then give consideration to the plausibility of this saga.

This is all I can offer and hope for. The rest is up to you. It is time for you, the reader, to be judge and jury. But you must know, my tale does not end here…there is more to be revealed.

WEBSITE: www.brysenmann.com

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They weave their way through the trees for a half hour when they notice the woods have gone silent. They stop…there’s not a sound…it’s getting creepy. Then…the snap of branches echo in the eerie silence of the night and suddenly…the sounds of stones falling near them. Something is tossing rocks in their direction. More branches breaking and Bo is barking and going crazy. They turn on their flashlights illuminating the trees and bushes…the sounds of snapping wood continue and they can now see small rocks being thrown in their direction.

“Hey…who’s out there?” Frank yells wishing he had his weapon.

Then…quiet.

“Maybe we should head back to camp?” Adam asks nervously.

“Good idea.”

The noise of another branch breaks, a rock falls close to their feet, and Bo yelps at something out in the dark.

“Let’s get out of here.” Frank pushes Adam in the direction of their tent.

They run, almost stumbling along the way; they both lose their flashlights, knocked out of their grasps as they try to dodge trees and small branches whip their faces as they try to find the light of their camp fire. They are closer than they thought and must have been wandering in a circle.

They’re both panting for air when they get there. They look at one another and start laughing.

“Holy cow, that scared the crap out of me,” Adam says between breaths.

Frank hates to admit it, but he’s feeling the same way.

Bo starts barking again and the loud snap of a branch breaking can be heard…the sound is close. A larger stone hits the ground and rolls toward the fire pit. Bo is going nuts, sounds of twigs crunching under footsteps…nearer now.

Then…a figure emerges from the black of the night into the light of their fire.

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Spotlight: Burying Leo by Helga Gruendler-Schierloh

Burying Leo
By Helga Gruendler-Schierloh
Laurel Highlands Publishing
September 7, 2017

 

Helga Gruendler-Schierloh’s “Burying Leo” explores one woman’s life after a haunting sexual assault. A young Ingrid desired to sing, but being a rape victim left her shattered.

Years later, Ingrid finally found her voice and released the ghosts that plagued her. Gruendler-Schierloh says that “sexual assault is one of the worst things to happen to a female. Besides causing great physical pain, the crime cuts deeply into the very essence of a woman’s being, messes with her psyche, tarnishes her self-image, and mutilates her soul. Any punishment meted out to perpetrators cannot remedy the viciousness of their deed.

“In ‘Burying Leo,’ I tried to show how being raped kept influencing the heroine’s mind and actions—until confronting her worst fears allowed her to pursue her life’s dream.”

“I abhor any kind of violence. To me, there are very few legitimate reasons for hurting— physically, mentally, emotionally—any living creature,” says Gruendler-Schierloh when discussing her novel. “Those convictions, particularly as they relate to women and children—are the undercurrent in ‘Burying Leo’ and in some of my other work.”

Currently, Gruendler-Schierloh is working on a new novel that deals with the consequences of child abuse. She is also embarking on a memoir based on her growing up in Germany.

“It allows me to delve into something lighter, more uplifting and amusing, as well as at times historically informative, thought-provoking, and heart-wrenchingly nostalgic.”

“Burying Leo” by Helga Gruendler-Schierloh is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple iBooks, Google Play, Scribd, and Kobo worldwide.

 

About the Author

Helga Gruendler-Schierloh is a bilingual writer with a degree in journalism and graduate credits in linguistics. During her childhood years in southern Germany, a much loved family friend introduced her to the magical allure of literature. Mesmerized with language in general, Helga spent time in London to enhance her English language skills. Now living in the United States, she makes her home in Detroit, Michigan. Helga’s short stories, essays, articles, and poetry have been published in the USA, Canada, and the United Kingdom.

Cover Reveal: The South Winds by Allison Mullinax

The South Winds
by Allison Mullinax
Contemporary Romance
Fiery Seas Everlasting
August 7, 2018

Cassie Ray, manager of her family’s successful oyster house, has never asked for much out of life. The sun, surf, and sand are her companions. The regulars and tourists that flock to The Slippery Oyster are her livelihood. But when the Atlantic kicks up a hurricane, sending waves of black water threatening the coast, Cassie quickly learns that the south winds have blown in a lot more than debris and saltwater.

Dean Alexander left Turquoise Isle eight years ago and never looked back. With his sister’s wedding approaching, and a hurricane churning in the Gulf, Dean returns home, where he’s welcomed with a rip tide of memories determined to pull him under.

Will Cassie and Dean make it through the crashing waves of the past? Will they get a second chance before it’s too late or will the storm ahead be too much for them to handle?

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About the Author

North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters.

 

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Book Blitz: The Vampire Within by Laura Daleo

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Dark Vampire Fantasy

Date Published: March 2018

 Publisher: Story Bound Publishing

Brandon Cass is not your average teenager. He has a taste for blood—human blood. For sixteen years, he stumbled through life without a hitch until the enigmatic aroma of blood awakened something dark within him. Visions of a beautiful young woman with chocolate brown hair and ocean blue eyes haunt his mind, yet her identity is a puzzling mystery.

 His hunger for blood strengthens, and the cravings become too powerful to control. No one is safe, not even his family. To safeguard all he once found dear, Brandon sets out on a quest for answers. In an unfamiliar city, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful young woman, confronts the dark force which controls him, and learns what he must endure to reclaim his soul.

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Other Books in the Series

Immortal Kiss

Immortal Kiss Series, Book One

 Centuries ago ten powerful vampire gods first walked the earth; their blood thirst knew no boundaries. The destruction of mankind was inevitable. Recognizing their weakness, they selected twelve wise human beings to transform with their godly blood. These twelve, known as The Old Ones and The Council, govern The Ten. A blood lottery appeasing The Ten’s hunger was set forth into the human world and passed down every fifth generation, continuing into the present day.

 All of Beth Ryan’s life a mysterious mist has watched over her; a mist she believed to be a vampire. On a cold winter night, Philippe Delon, a 700-year-old vampire walks into Beth’s life. She is drawn to him, certain he is the vampire behind the mist…but is he? 

 Beth and Philippe cannot deny their love for each other, nor do they try to fight it. Within days of their encounter, Beth accepts Philippe’s invitation to move into his mansion. The mansion unlocks the door to the vampire world and exposes secrets from Beth’s past. Within its walls, she learns the true identity of the mist, her link to the blood lottery, and betrayal of her loved ones. Surrounded by lies, Beth stands before The Council begging for resolution.

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Bound by Blood

Immortal Kiss Series, Book Two

 Five years crawled by at a painfully slow pace for young vampire, Beth; each year more agonizing than the next. The powerful unyielding spell which masked Amon’s whereabouts showed no signs of weakening.  Influenced by the binding ritual and Amon’s blood surging inside her, Beth will stop at nothing, and risk everything, to find him and turn the tables on Osiris, Isis, and Hathor.  In foggy streets of London, lives are threatened by a new breed of hunter, and nothing is what it seemed.  Beth once again finds herself surrounded by betrayal.  In the midst of it all, she is forced to choose between Philippe and Amon – knowing that her decision will change one life forever. But whose?

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About the Author

Laura Daleo was born and raised in San Diego, California where she majored in Fine Arts at Mesa College. She is best known for her love of animals and shares her home with three humorous Basset Hounds, Stuart, Morgan, and Dexter, her toughest critics. Laura has held positions in several industries, Restaurant, Telecom, Biotech, Research, and Retail. Throughout Laura’s professional career, she furthered her writing skills by taking courses and by joining writer’s critique groups and Writers Digest. She is now the owner of Story Bound Publishing, a fresh voice in the supernatural realm of ebooks and traditional print, committed to publishing unearthly tales of Aliens, Angels, Demons, Fairies, Ghosts, Shifters, Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Zombies and all other creatures that go bump in the night.

Contact Information

 Website: http://www.lauradaleobooks.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AutLauraDaleo

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLauraDaleo/

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LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/laura-daleo-91347a59/

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Blog Tour: Medium Wave by Rose Zolock

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Becky Moran has built a career claiming to talk to the dead. A successful clairvoyant medium, a Cambridge graduate with her own radio show ‘Medium Wave’ and a team dedicated to crafting the celebrity myth – because Becky Moran is a fake. Until, one night, something supernatural, inexplicable, breaks through live on air as she is broadcasting. Becky Moran discovers the paranormal is real, the dead can indeed speak and she is being pursued relentlessly towards a battle for her very survival.

‘This thing has no defined shape. Whatever energy exists within it, it cannot settle on a shape. The strands of darkness curl out and then wrap back inwards. The bulk of the shadow becomes concave, then bulbous, the height building in on itself but lacking any skeletal structure to wrap itself around. There are no eyes, no clearly defined head shape. It is creating itself from darkness, like a swirl of ebony ink dropped into a vat of putrid water, spreading silently….’

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Becky Moran has built a career claiming to talk to the dead. A successful clairvoyant medium, a Cambridge graduate with her own radio show ‘Medium Wave’ and a team dedicated to crafting the celebrity myth – because Becky Moran is a fake.

Until, one night, something supernatural, inexplicable, breaks through live in air as she is broadcasting. Becky Moran discovers the paranormal is real, the dead can indeed speak and she is being pursued relentlessly towards a battle for her very survival.

Here, Becky has been called to look at an antique mirror which the owner of an antique shop in York has mysteriously acquired. He had tried to get rid of it, but it keeps coming back…..

 

‘God, indeed,’ thought Becky as she slowly approached the Mirror. The ebony wood was gleaming, the aged patina of the glass reflecting the interior of the shop. As she looked, she thought she saw something move across the surface. The movement was so small, a flicker, it could just have been a trick of the light. Becky stood in front of it, face on, seeing her own reflection stare back.

As she peered into the glass, a handprint formed on the bottom right-hand corner. It was forming from the inside and the glass itself seemed darker, more opaque. The heat of the print left a clear impression. As Becky stared at it, another started to form beside it, this time much smaller, and was then joined by its pair: clearly a child’s prints. The image started to fog, as though a mist was swirling from deep within. Becky caught her breath. Her own reflection was now indistinct. Yet another handprint formed, this one much larger and obliterating the first three. Then another. The handprints proliferated from inside the surface of the glass at astonishing speed, making Becky take a step back. Now the interior surface of the mirror was covered with handprints, the earlier ones fading slightly only to be replaced quickly by fresh ones. Her face disappeared. Becky looked at the Mirror, hazy with imprints, darkening with a shadowy mist. Time seemed to have slowed down, like the frames of a film – of reality itself – winding down and out.

She watched as the handprints faded and the mist boiled, swirling towards the surface of the glass, emerging from somewhere deep inside and towards her. It reminded Becky of fog in the headlights of a car when all visibility is obscured, when slivers of light cut through the mist and make the refractions of the electric light dance.

She stared, almost mesmerised, and saw the ebony frame moving, the fretwork expanding, the ebony roses, once closed and exquisitely carved on each corner of the frame, flowering, opening, twisting. They looked obscene in their blackness – death flowers, grotesque, deriding the beauty of their origin, flowers crafted to sit on an ancient coffin and mock the dead.

The Mirror appeared to expand, growing to fill the blank wall. The glass was now black and bubbling with mist and dark shadows. All the handprints had disappeared. There was no sound. The mist swirled, and Becky squinted as she saw a shape forming. With no haste at all, the dark shadows seemed to settle into form behind the glass and, as if by some unseen command, the wooden roses, now overblown and pulsating, their blackness deep and ripe, bent on their stems towards the glass. They stretched inwards from their anchor points on the outer corners of the frame. Becky knew that to be touched by them would be poison; their putrid sap dripping acid and deadly ichor would eat away her flesh. In the second she took to register that thought, an image formed in the glass.

There was a face, not her face – please not – in the mirror. A face of soft folds of flesh, built from layers of mist. A face of ancient, knowing, corrupt, heinous flesh. A face that was once female but from which age had erased anything feminine. The mist formed sparse wisps of hair, long and curling away, formed out of black fog, moving like the body of a snake out of the mist-formed skull into thin tails of smoke. The sexless features formed a mouth, which was speaking, chanting soundlessly.

The face was moving closer and closer to the surface, angry yet triumphant, yearning, seeing Becky – seeing her – silently shouting its mantra, commanding, inviting, wanting just to reach the surface of the glass and reach through to take Becky by the hand and drag her, screaming, down, down, down to where they all were… Becky leant towards the mirror, her hand raised. The glass rippled as Becky’s fingers hovered over the blackness.

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Her Irish grandmother first told Rose about the Banshee when she was just a small child. How the wailing sound of the spirit of the dead and dying could be heard when someone was about to pass.

It was family folklore that the women in the family had ‘the touch’, the ability to see spirits and other dimensions. Rose listened and grew up fascinated by those who claimed to have supernatural or psychic abilities.

Rose does not claim to have those powers. Take her to Venice in February when the mist swirls over the canals, walk by her side along the darkened streets of Greenwich Village in New York City in high summer, listening to a ghost walk tour guide tell the stories of death, murder and the unexplained – Rose would say those stories and our belief in them gives her a power to see into the shadows within our imagination.

As a journalist, Rose takes every opportunity to explore and investigate strange stories, myth and folklore. Living in rural Yorkshire, with a rich library of ghost stories and literary tradition, Rose also has a sceptical and forensic insight into those who peddle the stories which feed our imagination but of which we have yet found no proof. She has listened to the debunkers who argue against those believers who are convinced that sand the dark side exist.

Rose’s mind is open. Is yours?

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Elemental Trilogy by Toni Cox

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Elemental Rising
The Elemental Trilogy Book 1
by Toni Cox
Genre: Epic Fantasy
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When Maia returns home to Elveron from her final test on Earth, something
unexpected happens and she ends up in a coma. When she finally wakes,
she realises that she has brought with her the very thing she tried
to leave behind.
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Faced with responsibilities she thinks she is not ready for, a love she
does not reciprocate and a threat to her people that might kill them
all, she is suddenly forced to become what she is meant to be – a Prime.
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But she is not alone. She has her mentor, Silas, and her dragon,
Midnight, who stand by her side as she embarks on an adventure to
save not just herself, but the rest of the nation of Grildor as well.
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Cox has created characters; a world; a story that is Tolkien worthy. She
has developed something unique and rich in imagination.”
Sian B. Claven (TBB)
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Maia is an incredible character to follow. Toni Cox has managed to bring
something new, exciting, and seriously addictive to the fore.”
Robyn Victoria Castles (TBB)
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Elemental Betrayal
The Elemental Trilogy Book 2
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The nation of Grildor still reels from the War of Greystone. They spent
the winter Moons mourning their dead. Now it is spring and time to
drive the last of the enemy off their planet.
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Maia has sunken into a pit of despair during the harsh Moons of Winter,
not only mourning the people that died, but also the absence of
Blaid. Would he ever come back to her?
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Lord Longshadow, Lord Regent of Grildor, decides it is time to act and
sends Maia and Jaik as ambassadors to the various cities within
Grildor. The aim is to reassure the people that the Longshadow Clan
is there to protect them, but as Maia and Jaik travel, they learn
that the situation is far worse than they had anticipated.
They have been betrayed and their nation is threatened with war a second
time. Desperately, she searches for the strength to save her people.
And, although she has her dragon, Midnight to help her, the
responsibility of being a Prime rests heavily on her shoulders.
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Born in Germany in 1976, Toni Cox moved to South Africa in 1991. Although
she has spent much of her working career in the timber wholesale
business, she is also an accomplished horse rider, has a diploma in
project management, photography and nutrition, and has a passion for
books and all things fantasy.
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From a young age, her dream had
always been to put her imagination into words – give the stories
life. When she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis in 2013, she
decided life is too short not to follow her dream. So, with the
support of her husband and three children, she began writing book 1
of the Elemental Trilogy in January 2015.
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The Elemental Saga is a fantasy story spanning over 35 books.
These stories all take place on the various Life Planets of the Milky Way galaxy.
The first 4 books were published between 2016 – 2017, with 5 more books coming
in 2018.
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The Andromeda Saga takes place in the Andromeda
galaxy and will be a mix of sci-fi and fantasy. Hopefully, by 2020,
we will see the first books of this saga published.
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Toni Cox also writes dystopian fantasy, and her first novel,
Resilient, is due for release in 2018.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Fraction of Existence by J Lenni Dorner

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Fractions of Existence
by J Lenni Dorner
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
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Once they were humanity’s exalted protectors— now they are being hunted.x

Xavier will weigh all human life against Gwendolyn’s ignorant happiness.
The good news is that her choice can blow his away.
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Omnipotent beings find each other while playing an online game. Xavier has been
searching for Gwendolyn, his true mate and the missing member of the
Existence. Only if reunited can the group regain the rest of their
memories and access all of their powers. Hidden in plain sight,
disguised as humans, they help who they can, as best they can, when
they can.
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The Eyes in the Shadows, a religious sect, has been trying to free humans
from the “prison” of life on Earth for millenniums. The Existence
has always been able to thwart them… until now. They’ve discovered
a way to end the world that no one will see coming.
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Gwendolyn has her future all laid out. There is a plan. She knows what her
parents want for her and how to get it. Then Xavier, a friend from a
virtual game, makes her question everything. He’s full of secrets,
one being an understanding of her fear of the wind.
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She tries to suppress her intense attraction to the mysterious and
frustrating Xavier. She’s engaged, after all, and the thoughts she’s
having aren’t proper. Gwendolyn is swept into a whirlwind of secrets,
danger, and a forbidden attraction. She’ll drive across the country
in her beat-up old car, not knowing if he is genuinely interested or
just being polite. (He refuses to kiss her!) Gwendolyn’s journey is
full of self-doubt, sacrifice, and dark visions that invade her
sleep. Will she uncover the truth about herself?
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The following TRIGGER WARNING may contain spoilers :
This urban fantasy is 99k long and contains some strong language, sexual
situations, alcohol, a scene with medical marijuana, violence
(including a memory of the murder of a sadist seconds before he
commits rape), an arranged marriage, and college student debt. The
majority of this book takes place in 2005.
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While embracing the ancient tribal traditions, J Lenni Dorner learned a legend
originated by The Grandfathers.
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J is best known for the Existence
series. Book One, “Fractions of Existence,” is available on
Amazon as of 2017. Also known for the writer’s reference book,
“Preparing to Write Settings that Feel Like Characters.”
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In May 2016, J became a member of the Operation Awesome Team, running
the Debut Author Spotlight on Wednesdays. Blogging from A to Z
#AtoZchallenge co-host as of 2017.
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The Creative Writing Institute holds writing contests which resulted in
J Lenni Dorner’s publication in “WRONG!: A themed anthology 2014” and in
“LOST!: A themed anthology 2017” (available on Amazon).
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J weaves fantasy with lore to unhinge your mind.
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This speculative fiction and reference author is happily married and
living in Pennsylvania (USA) on the original lands of the
Lenni-Lenape people. When not reading or writing, J enjoys video
games, funny cat videos, finding drawings of dragons on Pinterest,
and watching movies.
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Blog Tour: The Picture by Roger Bray

A warehouse in Japan used as an emergency shelter in the aftermath of the 2011 Tsunami. A distraught, young Japanese woman in dishevelled clothes sits on a box, holding her infant daughter. Ben, a US rescue volunteer, kneels in front of her offering comfort. They hug, the baby between them. The moment turns into an hour as the woman sobs into his shoulder; mourning the loss of her husband, her home, the life she knew. A picture is taken, capturing the moment. It becomes a symbol; of help freely given and of the hope of the survivors. The faces in the picture cannot be recognised, and that is how Ben likes it. No celebrity, thanks not required.

But others believe that being identified as the person in the picture is their path to fame and fortune. Ben stands, unknowingly, in their way, but nothing a contract killing cannot fix.

Available on Amazon

 

Excerpt

Context:  Ben Davis is a retired police office living in Portland Oregon.  He has been in an induced coma in hospital after being shot in in the head in a robbery gone wrong.  Ben begins to come around as the medication is withdrawn.  Ben’s delirium as he regained conciousness.

 

Ben’s first thought, as he fought the black blanket that engulfed him was, how much did I drink?

It was the only rational thing his befuddled mind could come up with for the skull splitting headache he had. As he fought through the pain and the nausea that accompanied it a second thought came to him, more of a memory, he didn’t actually drink that much these days.

Not like the good/bad old days when he would finish an afternoon shift and head off to a bar to drink until dawn with fellow cops, wander home, and sleep until two o’clock before waking with a head like this, and swearing never to do it again, until after the next shift when the drinking would more than likely be repeated.

But this was … epic.

It was like the ghost of every hangover he had ever had returned to haunt him and had all crowded into his skull to taunt him. He couldn’t concentrate past the pain and was still trying to rationalize this when he gratefully slipped back into the comfortable darkness.

He was looking down a long dark corridor, a small light was emanating at the end, but from where exactly he couldn’t tell, but enough to tell him that the corridor was long, and the smallness of the light made the intervening dark even darker.

Trying to focus his mind the hangover returned, and he felt the nausea rise in his throat, at which point he realized how sore and dry his throat was.

Jesus, what was I drinking? Engine de-greaser?

Ben tried swallowing to lubricate his throat, but the concentration he needed to build up to do so was slipping away and the whole reason for his effort faded and he found himself in the dark corridor again trying to figure out if he was awake or asleep while the aching in his throat grew to match the headache.

The hangover told him he was awake, and he thought he should try to stand. With what felt like an almighty effort his thumping brain tried to order his body into movement, which promptly responded with nothing much, and mutinied against any further attempt.

Ben slipped away again.

He heard something; he was sure of that, something down toward the end of the dark corridor. He couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t make out what he was hearing, maybe a machine, or traffic, or something. Then from the fog he thought he could make something out, he tried to focus and he was sure that out of sight, and a long way off, someone was calling to him.

He tried to concentrate through the pain and the fugue that settled over him and his mind slipped away from trying to listen, but the voice was insistent, annoyingly repeating, repeating … something, but he couldn’t make it out.

Maybe if he moved down the corridor, he could be close enough to hear, or if the voice came closer to him. He gave up trying to move before he had even started knowing somehow that it would end in failure, but then the voice was louder, closer to him.

“Squeeze my hand,” the voice said.

OK.

In his mind Ben squeezed the unseen hand mightily, before the effort all seemed too much trouble and he floated back into his peaceful, pain free, and quiet place.

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About the Author

I have always loved writing; putting words onto a page and bringing characters to life. I can almost feel myself becoming immersed into their lives, living with their fears and triumphs. Thus, my writing process becomes an endless series of questions. What would she or he do, how would they react, is this in keeping with their character? Strange as it sounds, I don’t like leaving characters in cliffhanging situations without giving them an ending, whichever way it develops.
My life to date is what compels me to seek a just outcome, the good will overcome and the bad will be punished. More though, I tend to see my characters as everyday people in extraordinary circumstances, but in which we may all find our selves if the planets align wrongly or for whatever reason you might consider.

Of course, most novels are autobiographical in some way. You must draw on your own experiences of life and from events you have experienced to get the inspiration. My life has been an endless adventure. Serving in the Navy, fighting in wars, serving as a Police officer and the experiences each one of those have brought have all drawn me to this point, but it was a downside to my police service that was the catalyst for my writing.

Medically retired after being seriously injured while protecting a woman in a domestic violence situation I then experienced the other side of life. Depression and rejection. Giving truth to the oft said saying that when one door closes another opens I pulled myself up and enrolled in college gaining bachelor and master degrees, for my own development rather than any professional need. The process of learning, of getting words down onto the page again relit my passion for writing in a way that I hadn’t felt since high school.

So here we are, two books published and another on track.

Where it will take me I have no idea but I am going to enjoy getting there and if my writing can bring some small pleasure into people’s lives along the way, then I consider that I will have succeeded in life.

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