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About the Book

hurryfrontSeventeen years after Johnathon Parker murdered her mother, hybrid witch, Emmalyn Evans, gets sick of her father’s overprotective, distant ways, so she runs away in search of adventures with her aunt and uncle. Along the way, she meets charming, handsome, dark warlock, Nik Baker who has a troubled past and harbors dark secrets. Together they embark on an adventure of their own and soon become close. But with Emmalyn’s homicidal grandfather and overprotective father on their tail, and Nik’s many secrets hanging over them, how can they enjoy their great adventure? And will Emmalyn make it back to her father in one piece, or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Author Bio

Angie is a 17 year old High School Graduate.  She met Mary through Fanfiction and they bonded over their love of books and British TV. She lives in sunny San Diego with her parents and two out of three sisters. She is the third child out of four. She loves God with all her heart and goes to Summit Christian Church! Angie is also a sound technician. She will be going to Dream Center Leadership Study next year.

Mary is a beautiful 26 year-old woman. She lives in Toledo, Ohio Writing has been her passion since she was in Elementary school. She started by writing plays for her favorite anime, Sailor Moon, and things developed from there. She is an avid reader with too many books to even fit on her bookshelf. Her tastes in music varies, but she is always open to trying new things. She is the second of four children and has a niece and nephew she loves with all her heart.

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Book Excerpt from The Unholy

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“Hush now, child,” said a voice she recognized as that of her mother’s

closest friend. “The man cannot harm you, mijita, as long as you are with us.

We will make him think you are dead. But you must be very quiet. Ya no

llores,” the woman warned, raising a finger to her lips.

The woman then carried her into a dark cave illuminated by the light

of a single candle. The cave was frightening, with shadows of what appeared

to be goblins and demons dancing on the red sandstone walls. “I will return for

you soon. You will be safe here,” the woman said. The girl watched the woman

walk away, shivering as a breeze blew through the cave’s narrow passages.

Closing her eyes, she rocked back and forth—imagining herself safe in

her mother’s arms—then opened her eyes to the light of the full moon shining

through the mouth of the cave. The shadows on the walls were just shadows

now, no longer goblins and demons. As she slipped into a trance, images

flickered in her mind. She saw the woman who had brought her to this place

scattering pieces of raw meat around the open mesa where her mother had

struggled, helped by two other women the girl could not identify.

Suddenly, the scene shifted to a stone ledge jutting over the mesa, and

she heard the pounding footsteps of a man running toward the women. The girl

felt her heart race and her breathing quicken, afraid that the bad man would

spot them and kill them. Then the image shifted again, and she now saw on the

mesa three gray wolves circling the raw meat and the man walking away from

the granite ledge. As he left, she heard his thought: The child is dead.

The Unholy

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Author: Paul DeBlassie III

Genre: Psychological / Paranormal Thriller

A young curandera, a medicine woman, intent on uncovering the secrets of her past is forced into a life-and-death battle against an evil Archbishop. Set in the mystic land of Aztlan, the Unholy is a novel of destiny as healer and slayer. native lore of dreams and visions, shape changing, and natural magic work to spin a neo-gothic web in which sadness and mystery lure the unsuspecting into a twilight realm of discovery and decision.

Author Bio

DeBlassieCMYK4x6419F1233Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D., is a psychologist and writer living in Albuquerque who has treated survivors of the dark side of religion for more than 30 years. His professional consultation practice — SoulCare — is devoted to the tending of the soul. Dr. DeBlassie writes psychological thrillers with an emphasis on the dark side of the human psyche. The mestizo myth of Aztlan, its surreal beauty and natural magic, provides the setting for the dark phantasmagoric narrative in his fiction.  He is a member of the Depth Psychology Alliance, the Transpersonal Psychology Association and the International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy.

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Book Excerpt The Goddess and The Great Beast

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We’re hosting an excerpt from “The Goddess and The Great Beast”. We hope you enjoy the excerpt!

Book Excerpt

I turned left off the Finchley Road into West End Lane. Not far to go now, I thought. I realised I’d been staring at the pavement for the last half mile, so I looked up. As I did so it occurred to me that I could hear footsteps behind me. They were just slightly out of sync with mine and utterly conspicuous in the otherwise silent night. I stopped. So did they. I looked straight ahead and saw another unexpected sight for this time of night. There was a man on the street corner ahead watching me. It was difficult to see clearly, but he seemed to have Arabic features. He was standing in the murky glow of a street lamp and I suddenly felt as if I was in a Hollywood gangster movie.

I glanced behind to see who was following me but, of course, there was no-one there, and when I turned back the man under the street light had gone as well. I shook my head, blew out my cheeks with a deep breath and lifted my face to the damp night sky. The cold drizzle felt cleansing on my face, flushed with the whiskey and the brisk walk. I looked around again, but I was completely alone on the streets of north London at three on a Saturday morning, tired, paranoid and slightly drunk.

I hurried on now, keen to be in my bed, and was home in a couple of minutes. By the time I stumbled in through the door my brain was on the point of total capitulation to the overwhelming forces of sleep. I didn’t bother switching the light on, I just discarded my clothes in an unruly heap on the floor and collapsed into bed. I could still see a dim glow, however, and it was much too early for the dawn.

Of course! Not turning on the light meant I hadn’t noticed the curtains were still open, which allowed the sickly streetlamp pallor of the north London night to seep into my room. Sighing, I dragged myself out of bed and went over to close them. I didn’t even look out. Except just at the last moment, as I flung the two pieces of cloth together, when I noticed a petite female shape standing in front of a ghastly Victorian mausoleum in the cemetery. It was Ishtar and she was staring directly at me. Well, what else did I expect? I went back to bed.

The Goddess and The Great Beast

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Author: Adrian Gross

Genre: Supernatural Thriller

1942: a bored British soldier in Baghdad; a beautiful Babylonian Goddess; a sacred marriage unconsummated.

Five years later, in a dreary post-war London, the Goddess must be satisfied.

Can anyone save her demobbed consort from eternal torment?

Or eternal bliss?

Can he save himself?

Does he even want to be saved?

And what’s it got to do with the ‘wickedest man in the world’?

Author Bio

Author NorwayAdrian Gross is a British writer. Some bits of him used to be Irish and some others were once Hungarian. He lives close to Glastonbury and likes to bang his little heavy metal head whilst drinking chewy real ale!

He has endured many terrible jobs, including adrenaline-junkie motorcycle courier, record shop dude-with-bad-attitude, and air traffic control disaster limitation assistant.

When his aching bones and throbbing hangover allow, he plays football (soccer) and rides bicycles up and down the Mendip Hills.

Links

Website: www.adriangross.co.uk

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Book Excerpt from Blind Study

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We’re happy to host an excerpt from YA Paranormal Thriller “Blind Study”. The book sounds like an excellent read. Enjoy the snippet!

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“Great to see you all,” Emo-lady said. “And I do mean all—it looks like everyone came out, doesn’t it?” I turned to look. Clearly I’d missed a number of people coming in while I was in my fugue. There was now a group of fifteen or so people grouped around the therapist in a semicircle. “I’m Lacey, and I’ll be heading up the group therapy sessions here. If you feel the need for something more one on one, I’m also available to see individuals on Tuesday afternoons. See me after session or talk to your nurse if you’re interested.

“Now, before we begin, I want to set a few ground rules, so everyone knows what to expect. No one is required to share. You can go through the entire six weeks without saying a word, if you like. That being said, please don’t pressure your fellow group members. Discussion and debate is healthy and encouraged, but name-calling and hostility is not, and will not, be tolerated. Any questions?” No one raised their hands.

“Okay, now if we could go around the room and introduce ourselves, just your name and anything you want us to know.” Lacey smiled at the person on her far right, closest to the door, nodding for them to begin.

I didn’t even bother trying to remember anyone. No one volunteered much; most just stuck to first names, like me and Bonita, but a few added marital status, children, etc. My ears perked up when it came to Riley, but he only said his name. I wished he’d felt more like sharing.

“And now we’ll open up the floor for anyone who wants to speak. I’ll propose the topic of your experience here so far, but if you have something else you want to share—”

A woman in her fifties sitting midway between Riley and I raised her hand timidly. Lacey glanced at the notebook in her lap.

“Anna, right?” The woman—who looked like an Anna, brown as a twig and just as fragile—nodded. “The floor is yours.”

“Hi,” Anna said, still seated. “Well, I guess—I’m one of the lucky ones, I got the drug and not the placebo—” I saw some lips tighten, a few pairs of eyes cut angrily away, “—and I’m really, really happy—it’s done wonders, but—I’m scared. I’m scared the pain is going to come back. It’s like I’m being haunted by it. Every time I forget and move too quickly, or bump myself on something—my heart stops, and I freeze, just waiting for the pain to kick in.” She sighed and looked down at her hands. “This is going to sound really stupid and ungrateful—and I don’t want to sound ungrateful, because I’m so happy, I’m so happy it’s working, but—sometimes, I wish the pain would just hit. Because then I could stop worrying about when it’s going to happen. I’m afraid one day I’ll wake up and the pill will have stopped working and…boom. I can’t relax. I can’t even sleep properly.” She shook her head and looked up.

“I’ve had these dreams, ever since I started on the meds, where I’m locked in a dark, stone room, all by myself. And then last night—last night it changed. These—these men came into the room, and they—it’s just like the fibromyalgia pain, but the worst of it, and all at once. It was just like it. It was so real. When I woke up, my throat was sore, like I’d been screaming all night.” Anna rolled her eyes at herself. “I mean, I know what the dreams symbolize, but—”

Anna went on, but I wasn’t listening anymore. Every inch of my skin had constricted into goosebumps. My eyes locked with Riley’s, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

Then Riley cut his gaze away from me, scanned the room, and his lips parted. I followed his eyes, and my frozen heart thudded brittle in my chest.

Riley and I weren’t the only ones reacting to Anna’s story. Several people, including Tasha, were showing subtle signs of fear or discomfort. Faces were suddenly pale, eyes wide; there was an awful lot of fidgeting going on. I glanced at Lacey, wondering if she’d noticed, but she was intent on Anna, drinking up the story of her torment.

I looked back at Riley, who once again was looking at me. We need to talk, he mouthed, and I nodded once, slightly.

Blind Study

Blind StudyTitle: Blind Study

Author: Jacquelyn Sylvan

Genre: YA Supernatural Thriller

Eighteen-year-old Alice has spent the last year of her life in a hospital bed, held hostage by pain from a freak accident. Doctors can neither explain nor cure her condition, and her medical insurance is about to run out. Then, she’s offered one last chance—inclusion in a study for a revolutionary new pain medication.

Miraculously, the medication works. There’s only one side effect—vivid, terrifying nightmares, of imprisonment in a pitch-black cell, with no memory of her identity or how she got there. At least, she thinks that’s all they are, until someone from her dreams shows up in real life.

When other sinister happenings cross the boundary between dreaming and waking, Alice must choose: return to a half-life of isolation and agony, or confront the malevolent force behind the dreams, before she and those she cares about are trapped in their nightmares forever. But by the time she makes her choice—it may already be too late.

Author Bio

jacquelynsylvanauthorpicBefore Jacquelyn Sylvan became a writer, she worked as a waitress, video store clerk, trail-riding guide, and veterinary technician, among other things. She’s a few inches shy of five feet tall, which means she’s sometimes mistaken for a child when she rides her bike, and often looked at suspiciously by amusement park ride operators. When she’s not writing, you’ll probably find her watching Vampire Diaries or trying to warn people about the impending penguin apocalypse. Jacquelyn lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two cats, and two very large dogs. Her YA novel, Blind Study, a supernatural thriller, comes out August 20, 2013.

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Twitter: @jacquelynsylvan