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Book Excerpt Monsters and Miracles

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Excerpt 2 – Monster Imagined

It had been so simple and easy to replace the flashlight’s batteries when he could see what he was doing. His shaking hands, suddenly had five thumbs each.

Xander heard a noise. It was very near. He froze in place. The noise stopped, too. Several long seconds crept by. Had it been just his imagination? Xander pondered the question for a few moments. No, he’d definitely heard it.

The sound could have been tiny toenails tapping on the rocky ground. A chill ran down his spine. The faint noise started again. It was right in front of him! He jumped back. The noise jumped with him. Xander kicked and swung his feet and arms out in all directions. The batteries flew out of the metal tube, bouncing off the side wall before they clattered and rolled off. The other noise got louder. His lethal feet were ready to strike out again.   It sounded very close… Impossibly close… It was, Xander realized, coming from inside his own head!

He slipped his dry tongue between his teeth. The noise quit immediately. His own chattering teeth turned out to be the blood sucking, dagger-clawed, evil creature that had been about to devour him.

Embarrassment overrode fear. Then a different fear gripped him.

Oh, no! The spring… He touched the end of the cap with his pinky finger.   Miracle upon miracle, after all that, he found the spring still attached. Revved up from the sudden surge of adrenalin, Xander tried to calm down. He declared the area around him to be a monster-free zone. He felt better.

When he was much younger he’d been deathly afraid of the dark. Preschool Alexander was convinced that monsters lurked in the closet and under his bed. The strongest memory Xander had of his father was one night he came to his room, and declared the top of Xander’s bed to be a ‘monster-free zone’. It had worked. Xander sometimes had to sneak across the dark bedroom at night, but he always felt safe once he climbed onto the ‘monster-free zone’.

About The Book

XY-Cover-1600x2400 ATitle: Monsters and Miracles (The X+Y Files #1)

Author: Wayne A.D. Kerr

Genre: Middle grade paranormal adventure

Is the local legend of survival truly a miracle?
Why do his mother’s brownies taste so good?
Is there other intelligent life in the universe?

Xander Bookman already knows the answer to one of these questions.  With the assistance of his adventurous cousin, the seventh grader embarks on a quest to learn the truth about the other two.  When Yzzie mysteriously disappears, Xander must find his way through a pitch black labyrinth, face monsters both real and imagined, travel across a strange secret world and get some help from some very unusual new friends to rescue her.

Join Xander and Yzzie on the adventure of a lifetime.  The truth defies imagination.

Author Bio

Wayne A D Kerr was born and raised in Canada, but has lived in the United States for the past twenty years.  When not writing or reading adventure novels, he is most likely hiking, biking or playing tennis.

Links

http://www.waynekerrnovels.com/

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Release Day Party All The Pretty Bones

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About The Book

23201655Title: All The Pretty Bones

Author: Camela Thompson

Genre: Paranormal Thriller

After ten years of living in the shadow of her stalker, a diagnosis of terminal cancer pushes Olivia Kardos to take matters into her own hands. Her final days will not be spent isolated from the world nor hiding like a hunted animal. It’s time for Mark Porter to die. Going against a trained killer alone would be foolish, but the handsome arms dealer who offers to help her has a dark secret of his own.

Homicide Detective Sean Howard has tried to push his ex out of his mind, but his next case brings her crashing back into his life. A woman is found exsanguinated and brutally stabbed in Seattle’s Queen Anne neighborhood and she could be Olivia’s doppelganger. As more women are murdered and the similarities grow, Sean can’t shake the feeling that Olivia is next.

In a world where demons and vampires lurk just beneath the surface, what you don’t know can kill you.

Author Bio

3403042When I was a little girl, I loved writing stories about animals doing amazing things. Ducks could speak with humans, and hamsters had a suspicious tendency to follow plot lines that were strikingly similar to Indiana Jones. I grew up, found a career, and got married, forgetting the need to tell stories. A week cooped up in my house with an illness resulted in a random decision to write a novel. That first novel will probably never see the light of day, but it woke up something that had been dormant for years.

Despite dabbling in many genres, there is a driving force behind my stories. I love writing about women who shine in difficult circumstances. I will back them up against the wall and sit amazed as they manage to come out on the other side stronger than ever.

Links

Website: http://www.camelathompson.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8548767.Camela_Thompson

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Book Tours: Book Excerpt from Troubled Spirit

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It was dark—the kind of dark that presses in around you, suffocating you. Annie felt her

heart do a sort of flip-flop and she wished once again that she hadn’t come. But this time it was because, sitting here in the darkness, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been wrong all along. What if ghosts were real?

“Hello.” Annie jumped as Mike’s voice shattered the silence. “Is there anyone here who wants to speak with us?” he asked. “Did anyone die here?”

The temperature dropped. The room was silent.

“Would you like to give us a message?” Mike called again.

An icy chill wrapped itself around Annie. She felt someone—or something—standing behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as she reached out into the darkness until she found Harmony’s wrist. She gave it a tight squeeze. The Caldwell School was haunted. And this ghost was real. But it was not friendly and it did not want them there. Annie wasn’t sure how she knew, but she was certain she was right. They had to get out of there. Now!

But Harmony simply patted her hand, then called out, “We want to help you. Please tell us what you want.”

A guttural voice boomed “Get! Out!”

Callie screamed as the door burst open. In the light that filtered in from the streetlamp outside, Annie could see her clutching Mike’s arm.

“Well, then.” Harmony stood slowly, brushing the dust off her jeans. “I guess that means it’s time for us to leave.” She started toward the door.

Annie leapt up and raced past her friends. Her foot caught on the leg of a desk. She stumbled forward, grabbing another desk to keep from crashing to the floor, then dashed out the door, not stopping until she was directly under the streetlamp. Only then did she dare turn to look behind her.

About The Book

troubledspiritscoverTitle: Troubled Spirits

Author: Teri Lee

Genre: YA Paranormal

Ghosts aren’t real.

That’s what Annie Waters believed before she snuck into the abandoned Caldwell School. Before the dark presence followed her home. Before she realized, her only hope was to believe.

 

Author Bio

authorteriGrowing up in Maine, Teri Lee spent most of her time reading and exploring in the woods. And that hasn’t changed. When she’s not writing, you’ll still find her lost in a book or out hiking. And if she’s not there, try the ER. But don’t worry, she’s the nurse, not the patient. Teri has three grown children and still resides in Maine with her husband.

 

Links

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Purchase: http://www.blackrosewriting.com/childrens-booksya/troubled-spirits

Promo Spelled

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Author: Kate St. Clair

Genre: YA Paranormal

Magic runs thicker than blood.

16-year-old Georgia Sayers may have just found out she’s descended from two of the most powerful witches in history, but others have known for a long time, and are hunting her. Can she protect her siblings from them before it’s too late?

Author Bio

40-SP1_6770-2Kate grew up in Austin, TX, before she attended boarding school in California. She was accepted to the Chapman University Creative Writing program before she wrote SPELLED – Amethyst, Book One, released on April 1st 2014. SPELLED is a paranormal YA series published by Black Hill Press. When she’s not writing, Kate is riding horses, walking her dogs, or playing with her pet pig, Miley.

Links

Buy on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Spelled-Contemporary-American-Novellas-Clair/dp/0615962025/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1397870767&sr=1-1&keywords=spelled+kate+st.+clair

Buy from publisher: http://blackhillpress.com/book/spelled/

Release Day Party The Witch Hunter

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We’re celebrating the release day party of New Adult / Adult Urban Fantasy / Paranormal novel “The Witch Hunter” today.

To celebrate the release, the author was kind enough to offer 5 eBook copies as a giveaway. Scroll down for the Rafflecopter form to participate in the giveaway!

If you can’t wait for the giveaway, then purchase your copy on Amazon (Kindle), Amazon (Print) or Smashwords (ebook all formats) today.

About The Witch Hunter

 

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Author: Nicole Taylor

Genre: New Adult/Adult Urban Fantasy/Paranormal

I was born into the world covered in blood, and that’s exactly the way I left it.

 Ever since, I have been damned to walk the boundary between life and death alone. Unwillingly turned and left to my nightmare, I have seen men commit countless horrors and committed many of my own.

 My origins shall remain unknown, my true self hidden. I have been called by many names, but in this life I am known as the Witch Hunter. I have been asleep these past 150 years, until I was awoken by a haunting call.

Zachary Degaud was twenty three when he died. The problem was, he didn’t stay that way.

Present day, he’s just another vampire with another unremarkable story. That is, until he manages to provoke a two thousand year old witch named Katrin, who wants to make him pay in the most horrible way imagined.

Along with his brother Sam, newly made vampire Liz and their only witch ally, Gabby, his only chance for survival is to summon the ancient and unpredictable vampire known as the Witch Hunter.

Zac is just looking for a way out of his psychopathic witch problems, but instead will find himself falling head first into a blood feud that has stretched thousands of years.

Aya has been asleep for the past 150 years, until she was awoken by a haunting call. The witch she has been hunting for thousands of years, Katrin, has resurfaced and marked a young, annoyingly arrogant vampire by the name of Zachary Degaud. Unless she does something, he will die a slow and painful death. He has given her an opportunity to end the witch, but does she want to help him or leave him to his fate?

Zac will get under her skin like no one else has and she just might find herself making the ultimate sacrifice before he is gone forever.

They will both have to choose sides and look deep within themselves before the end. But, what Zac learns about himself, will surprise him most of all.

Author Bio

Nicole R. Taylor is an Australian born paranormal, fantasy and contemporary fiction author. She is a graduate of the University of Ballarat Professional Writing and Editing programme and is a former music memorabilia sales person and grocery merchandiser.

She currently lives in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia with a two year old rescue cat named, Burger. She enjoys reading, writing (of course!), traveling and a little too much chocolate. One day she hopes to sky dive, but has to work up the courage first.

The first in her new paranormal fantasy series, The Witch Hunter Saga is available in e-edition and print from March 20th 2013

Learn more about her writing at:

www.nicolertaylorwrites.com

She may be contacted by email at:

nicole.this.is@gmail.com

Visit her online

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http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6907729.Nicole_R_Taylor

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Read an Excerpt

Aya opened the door and stopped just inside the doorway. In a split second she had surveyed the room. Three vampires, a witch and a werewolf. What a small town supernatural hub, Ashburton had really come up in the underworld. Perhaps her rude awakening wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. This would be very interesting, but she had to be mindful of who these creatures were. The town would be claimed by one of the groups and by the intensity in the bar, she guessed it was up for contention.

She strode towards the bar at the far side of the large open room, aware that eyes were following her progress; human and vampire. The place was not that busy yet, still early evening, but enough that she brushed past her fair share of alcohol fueled young men. Young, human men. She pulled herself up internally. This was reconnaissance only. Fresh, warm human blood straight from the source was an indulgence that too often turned her into something darker than she ever wanted to be.

At the bar she ordered a triple scotch, straight up. The bartender eyed her with a little awe; she didn’t have to read his emotions to know that he was a little turned on by the thought. On the house, he had said with a little compulsion. Strange enough, the alcohol helped with her control, but it took a lot of the stuff to make her drunk.

As the scotch slowly disappeared from the glass, her inner compass took note of the lay of the bar behind her as she sat on a stool, seemingly studying the remaining contents. She listened to the conversations around her, trying to hear anything that would be of use. Assimilating into this slightly insane new era, or locating the source of the singing blood.

Two vampires were seated with the witch at the rear of the bar and were throwing out all kinds of emotions. Mostly she caught apprehension and anger. She couldn’t help but notice the fact that they were staring at her and not making any effort to hide it, even if her back was turned. The third vampire seemed to be with them but was flitting around talking to many young humans. She felt young herself; almost newly made. The werewolf, a young testosterone fueled male, was standing to her left ordering drinks. He was unconsciously fidgeting and leaning towards her as if he could sense she was something else. And he reeked of sweat and blood.

To her annoyance, one of the vampires from the table at the rear was approaching in her blind spot. He leant against the bar with the pretence of ordering drinks, but she could feel the curiosity dripping from him. Tall, dark and handsome was such a cliché, but an apt description. He feigned a casual glance in her direction and caught her gaze. Green eyes assessed her from under his messy dark hair. Suddenly, she wondered how old he was. Certainly nowhere near her real age. No vampire in this country was, at least before she went to sleep. It was a new age and a lot more things seemed accessible even for the undead.

“Hi,” he smiled at her.

She glanced at him nonchalantly and looked away, not wanting to encourage him.

He held his hand out, flashing a warm smile, ignoring her brush off, “I’m Zachary Degaud and you are?”

She turned her head slightly and looked him up and down, “And what am I going to do with a Zachary Degaud?” She could never help being a little smart.

The faint trace of a smile touched his lips, “Just rolling out the welcome wagon.”

“Zachary is such an old fashioned name, is it not?” she prodded at the age card.

“What can I say? Old fashioned parents,” he leant closer flashing a wicked smile. She could tell he was one for playing games. Asking casual questions to gain morsels of information. She grinned inwardly not giving herself away to him. In other circumstances she would have had a lot of fun with this one. “But you can just call me Zac. And your name is?” he continued, the smile never leaving his lips.

She pointedly looked him up and down, “You can call me Aya.”

“Aya,” he tried her name out, seemingly pleased that she had taken the time to assess him. “Aya, what?”

She smirked, “Just, Aya.”

“I haven’t seen you here before, Just Aya. Are you new to town?” he winked. “And your accent. Do I detect a hint of British there?”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, “Just passing through.” Not new to town, I can remember being here long ago, she thought to herself. What a different place it was. She wondered if he knew how dark Ashburton’s past really was. “I was born in Britain,” she added before she cold stop herself. Well, her accent was unmistakable.

“Only passing? Sounds like you’ll be gone soon. Do you mind if I join you for a drink? I’d hate to miss the opportunity to get to know such a beautiful exotic lady.”

Aya unsuccessfully stifled a laugh at this. He obviously suspected she was more than human, but trying to glean information from her under duress of flattery? It was a manipulation she was well acquainted with and at least a little fond of. She was also aware that his vampire and witch friend had not stopped watching them, obviously listening in on every word.

“I don’t think so, Zachary. I’m not one for falling for cheap flattery from strange men in bars,” the lack of emotion in her voice was chilling as she shot him down.

His eyes widened ever so slightly, “Please, call me Zac.” He wasn’t used to being turned down. He was rather handsome in the dangerous kind of way; seduction was a weapon for him. Before he could retort, the door opened with a crash and a group of rowdy men burst in, laughing and seeming very pleased with themselves. Aya cursed under her breath. She couldn’t help but breathe in their scent as the wind blew in around them. They stunk of human blood and sweat and violence. Werewolves. Werewolves that had obviously been on the hunt in their human form. Zac visibly stiffened.

Aya raised her eyebrow at him, “Friends of yours?”

“Not in the slightest,” he glanced back to his friends, who were looking a little unsettled, but both groups kept their distance at opposite ends of the bar, giving away that they were currently on edge with each other. These were the groups fighting over the town, now she was sure about it.

Repulsed by the emotions emanating from the wolves, she scowled. Hunting was one thing, but killing innocent humans for sport went against all that she had worked for. She seethed inwardly; it would be so easy to tear them apart, to strew their body parts through the forest. It wouldn’t take long. She felt her eyes clouding at the thought, blinking she cleared her mind and turned back to Zac. She had to be careful. There was still the issue of finding the one who had called her without revealing herself in the process.

“Well,” she declared. “This town is flavorsome.”

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