Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Cursed Born of the Blood Book 1 by Skylar Mckinzie


Cursed
Born
of the Blood Book 1
by
Skylar Mckinzie


Genre:
YA Paranormal Fantasy

Skye,
Stormy, and Savannah Davidson are no different from the other
residents of Discovery, Massachusetts, or so they think. As their
25th birthday approaches, the town begins to treat them with wariness
and suspicion. Skye begins to believe the triplets are special. Can
they solve the puzzle of their past to save the town from the evil
forces that affect their future?




Excerpt:


Prologue

1692: Discovery, Massachusetts

The growl from the other side of the door had spurred Faith into action like
nothing else could. It wouldn’t be long before they came for her, because of what
they thought she was. Granny had warned her about going out during the hunt,
but she simply wanted to, no, had to see him one more time. She knew it was a
risk. She knew the magistrate watched her and her family, searching for any
excuse to accuse them of witchcraft. She reached down to stroke the agitated
wolf at her feet. Faith knew she should send him running into the darkness but
was unable to bring herself to part with him before she had to. “Shh, Wolfe.” She
rubbed his soft fur to quiet him.
Maybe Wolfe reacted to the growl from the dogs outside, or perhaps, he
innately knew the mob was coming for her. Whatever the cause, his reaction
galvanized her, and she tore the house apart, looking for a place to hide the book
that would condemn her and her sisters. Wolfe padded behind her, growling
occasionally, as if to remind her the men grew closer. Faith turned to see her
sisters, Chasity and Hope, standing in the doorway.
“Did I not tell you to run?” Faith quickly gathered some potions, vials, and
other essentials they would need, putting them hastily into a bag. With their
flowing black hair and blue eyes, they appeared identical to Faith, another mark
against them as far as the town was concerned. Three babies, born at once, all
resembling the same person, had to be witchcraft, didn’t it?
“Run!” Faith tossed the bags at the young women. She knew she caused the
hunters to come for them. If only she hadn’t gone to see him, if she had simply
listened to her granny. She darted after her sisters and Wolfe, out the back door
of the huge house, understanding she would never darken its doors again.
Fleeing through the woods behind her former home, Faith heard the rapid
breathing of her sisters running beside her, and the padded footsteps of Wolfe as
he led them to where their only salvations lie. Their lovers waited to spirit them
away from this place, away from the ignorance consuming this town. The six of
them would leave to a new land and begin again, somewhere they weren’t feared
and wouldn’t be put to death for being different.
Faith sighed with relief when she saw horses ahead. “We’ve made it. It will all
be okay now,” she whispered, turning to her sisters as she stopped to pat the top
of Wolfe’s head. She looked up in shock as the magistrate came out of the
darkness.
“Did you really think we would let three witches descend on the world outside
of Salem? There’s no telling what kind of disaster that would cause,” the
magistrate said, his razor-sharp eyes full of hatred.
Faith watched in dismay as her sisters were grabbed. She tried to go to them,
but was stopped as hands gripped her arms from behind. To no avail, Faith
struggled to let herself free.
“But, how…” Tears filled her eyes when they stepped out of the shadows.
“You! You betrayed us,” she murmured, tears falling as she was led to one of the
three stakes erected. She had failed to see them when they’d burst into the
clearing.
The wide-eyed terror on the faces of the sisters she swore to protect prompted
Faith to reveal their true nature. Flames licking toward their feet, the smell of
burning material in her nose, she started to chant, her sisters’ voices soon adding
to the incantation.
As the fire rose to meet their feet, their voices grew louder and Faith saw the
townspeople fidget as their nerves got the better of them. She looked directly at
the family who betrayed them, the family she, no they put their entire trust in.
The birthmark on her shoulder stung, and the rain fell.


Skylar
McKinzie

lives in the small town of Screven, Ga. When she’s not writing,
she’s cooking, baking, reading, and spending time with her family.
She also loves long walks and sitting by the bonfire in October,
which is her favorite month of the year.



She
writes horror and paranormal romance. She is working on her next
novel due to be released by the end of the year.






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Eternal Victim by Dexter Morgenstern


Eternal
Victim
by
Dexter Morgenstern

Genre:
Paranormal Horror

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.



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.






Excerpt:

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?


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.




Interview with Dexter Morgenstern
A few things about you:

Yeah, so I’m an army brat from the South. Lived there for quite a bit, and then I had the pleasure of living in South Korea, which broadened my horizons. I live in Seattle now, though I’d say Colorado was probably my favorite home. Right now, I’m working on two business degrees: one for business administration and one for marketing. I know a lot of authors/creative writers go for English or something along those lines, but I think business and especially marketing is more conducive to my future success. It works with a lot more than just writing, and I work as a manager and bartender at a restaurant for my day job, meaning once I graduate, I can put all of those skills to use. Beyond writing, working, and school, I’m also a huge music lover. I play the bass, do a bit of kickboxing, and when I scrap together the free time, I like to run a triathlon or two in the summers. I spent a lot of my life playing video games, and still try to get into them every now and then, but… only 24 hours in the day.

What inspired the book?

This book was a small side project I did while working on my upcoming fantasy novel. When I handed that one off to the beta-team, I worked on this one in the meantime. I wrote The Slender Man five years ago, which I marketed towards young adults, so it had to be PG-13. Kids liked it, but I mean… was it really horror? With this book… well I went all out. It takes a lot to shake me; all that Silent Hill and Resident Evil growing up really warped my brain, I guess, and for me, books have never been scary. My favorite book, Alhazred, which my dad gave me to read when I was 13, had invisible, man-eating, man-sized, ghouls, that… were invisible and they ate people, and that’s just one of the first horrors in that book. I enjoyed it. I used to have frequent sleep paralysis nightmares, but I got so used to them, that even those stopped scaring me. So… well I went for something that even made me cringe at certain parts. Though, I wanted a compelling, puzzling story on top of it. One of my problems with a lot of horror movies is that so many of them are about the violence and not the plot. Why not both? This book’s current reviews highlight its gratuitous violence along with the gamer-centric puzzle, so… well now ya know where it all comes from. It’s also super short because… 2018 attention spans, and what not.

Why did you start writing?

So like I said, I’ve been writing for a few years. I don’t really have a passion for literature or even English, though I enjoy reading. I like storytelling. I like twists. I like immersing myself in other worlds. Some people go for the Great American Novel, but I just want to tell stories. When I was 9, I was diagnosed with mild Asperger’s, which explained a lot of my eccentricities. My parents homeschooled me and worked on me for years, so now I’ve come to embrace my differences, and one of the perks is I never really have to deal with things like writer’s block. People with Asperger’s tend to get laser-focused on certain things. I put that energy towards writing. I’ll sometimes sit for nine hours at my work after clocking out (it’s a restaurant with lots of coffee) and just write, or edit, or do schoolwork. It’s almost like a binge, really.

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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Avenged by a Highland Laird by Sky Purington



Avenged by a Highland Laird
The MacLomain Series
A New Beginning Book 4
Sky Purington       

Genre:  Time Travel Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication:  May 21st, 2018

ASIN: B079Y36LYH

Number of pages:  265
Word Count:  86,000

Cover Artist:  Tara West

Book Description:

Laird Bryce MacLeod will do anything to see Scotland’s history saved. Even if it means chasing down Jessie, a twenty-first century lass who might very well be his enemy. What he discovers when he catches her, however, is someone with deep, dark secrets and unanticipated intentions. Hidden truths so remarkable a whirlwind adventure through time begins.  

First, they find themselves in league with Angus Óg MacDomhnaill, Lord of the Isles, a noble Scottish captain rumored in some circles to be a pirate. Danger and intrigue abound as they help the Scots capture three English supply ships and deliver their cargo to the Scottish army. As they do and more mysteries are unveiled, attraction ignites and roars to life.   

Caught in the throes of newfound passion, they finally join King Robert the Bruce and face off with the English once more at the Battle of Byland Moor. Yet there’s another enemy as well. An evil whose sole purpose is meant to test their hearts in a way neither saw coming. An enemy determined to rip Jessie away from Bryce forever. Will the power of love be strong enough in the end? Or will the curse that threatens Scotland be too much to overcome?

Find out in Avenged by a Highland Laird, the epic conclusion of The MacLomain Series: A New Beginning.


Excerpt

She didn’t miss
the flash of disappointment in his eyes before he managed a small nod and held
out his hand. “Aye then, lass, step around me.”
Jessie clenched
her teeth, disappointed that the small bridge they had built was so swiftly
knocked down. That he was so quick to dislike her again. But that wasn’t to be
worried about right now.
Well aware time
was running out, she carefully turned, so she was facing the wall, took his
hand, and began moving. Step by step, she made her way along the ledge to the
point where they would have to share a space.
She met his pale
golden eyes and tried to ignore the flustered way they made her feel. “Are you
ready for me to pass?”
“I am,” he lied.
She could tell
by his guarded expression he was nowhere near ready. Not because he was a
coward but because he was aware of his effect on her. More so, how much he
liked it. His wariness had nothing to do with plummeting to their death but
allowing her close enough that she could pass. Feeling the heat of her skin.
So a bridge
might have been knocked down, but something else was taking its place. She
worked to steady her breathing at the quickly escalating attraction between
them. Now was most certainly not the time.
Yet she had
known this would likely happen, didn’t she? That it would be unavoidable. At
least for her. How else could it be considering the secrets she still kept?
Secrets she was foolish enough to have thought she could keep from him for his
own safety. But then she had very little real-life practice when it came to
attraction. Especially the sort she felt being so close to Bryce. He was the
real thing and far more then she anticipated.
However, now
definitely wasn’t the time for a chat about deep dark secrets that would only
upset him further.
They needed to
keep moving.
Though tempted
to close her eyes so she didn’t drown in those piercing golden orbs of his
again, she kept them open and made her move. With her hand braced on the left
side of his waist, she began moving along the front of him. She was halfway
across and directly in front of him when he touched the side of her waist,
lowered his lips close to her ear and whispered, “Dinnae move, lass.”
His words
floated through her mind. “There is a stranger standing across the way.”
“I feel him,”
she responded as her eyes rose to his. “He doesn’t see us yet.”
Though she
thought it was her breath that caught when they’re eyes met, it might have been
his. Alarmed by the impact of being this close, she nearly teetered back, but
his arm slipped around and pulled her even closer.
Unable to
breathe at all now, she didn’t look away. She couldn’t if she wanted to. “Let
me go, and I’ll hide us without him knowing.”
Unmistakable
heat gathered in his eyes. Heat and desire he warred to contain, but she saw
it…then she felt it as his arm tightened. The pale gold flecks in his thickly
lashed eyes only grew brighter with curiosity. While she could tell herself
that he simply wondered how she would get them out of this, she knew better.
His curiosity was entirely focused on the strong chemistry between them.
Despite the
waterfall’s intense spray and the fact an enemy could very well be staring at them
right now, she was human enough to get caught up in what was happening between
them. How it felt to finally be pressed against his long, hard body. 
To finally lay
her hands on the physical form of someone she had known for so long.
“No,” she
whispered, suddenly frightened as heat swept through her. “Not now. Not yet.”
She swallowed hard and shook her head, suddenly lost in memories. No matter how
real this might be, she had long trained herself that she couldn’t trust
lustful feelings when it came to him. That she should not indulge in them. “Let
me go. Please.”


Though her
response could simply be that of a woman choosing to reject what flared between
them, he seemed to sense there was more to it. His arousal turned to
protectiveness as his brow furrowed in determination and his grip tightened
ever so slightly. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was inherently responding
to her past. To those moments he was so much a part of without ever knowing.

About the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of nearly forty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth, and legend. When combined with a love for history, romance, and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.

Purington loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at Sky@SkyPurington. Interested in keeping up with Sky’s latest news and releases? Either visit Sky’s website, www.SkyPurington.com, subscribe to her quarterly newsletter or sign up for personalized text message alerts. Simply text 'skypurington' (no quotes, one word, all lowercase) to 74121 or visit Sky’s Sign-up Page. Texts will ONLY be sent when there is a new book release. Readers can easily opt out at any time.

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39 Winks by Kathy Valenti

39 Winks (A Maggie O'Malley Mystery)
by Kathleen Valenti


About the Book

Medical Mystery/Thriller
2nd in Series
Henery Press (May 22, 2018)
Print Length 298 Pages
Digital ASIN: B07B9M3VZ7

Former pharmaceutical researcher Maggie O’Malley is losing sleep. Her boyfriend Constantine’s aunt is a multitasking sleepwalker who, in addition to wandering her stately home, prepares meals, folds laundry and, one winter night, stumbles across her husband with his throat slit.

It’s a rude and gruesome awakening that’s upsetting to Aunt Polly. And interesting to the police.

Maggie and Constantine work to uncover who killed the cosmetic surgery mogul and why. As they dig into the lives of those who knew him best, they discover that the truth is only skin deep and doctoring perception is a treatment with deadly side effects.

A gripping page-turner with more twists than a surgeon’s suture, 39 Winks is a tale of lies, betrayals and greed that will keep you up at night. And looking over your shoulder.

About the Author





When Kathleen Valenti isn’t writing page-turning mysteries that combine humor and suspense, she works as a nationally award-winning advertising copywriter. 39 Winks is the second of the Maggie O’Malley mystery series and follows her debut mystery, Protocol. Kathleen lives in Oregon with her family where she pretends to enjoy running.

Learn more at www.kathleenvalenti.com.

Author Links

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Interview with Kathleen Valenti

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
I always hold the reins of the story, but I leave room for my characters’ free will. I feel as if I met Maggie and Constantine as fully formed people. Although I have a clear path from start to finish, I listen for their voices. Their personalities and motivations direct the story in so many ways. If I fail to listen to my characters, I could miss out on important opportunities.

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.

39 Winks is a page-turner that explores sleepwalking, chronic health conditions, guilt and secrets. It’s a book with a unique storyline, flesh-and-blood characters, high stakes and witty dialogue. Readers tell me that it’s an entertaining mix of thrills, humor and real-world concerns, and the early reviews are great!


Have you written any other books that are not published?

No, all of my books have been published.


Pen or type writer or computer?

I write solely on my computer because I can’t read my own handwriting. (True story!)


Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?

Thank you so much for reading my books! There are so many wonderful authors, and I deeply appreciate your support. I come to writing with a reader’s heart and will always work to create books that entertain and engage.  

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The King Is Dead by Al Burke


The
King Is Dead
by
Al Burke

Genre:
Epic Fantasy 

Etruvia
has known peace for twenty years. But this time of peace has brought
corruption and greed. The nobility has taken control, and the
memories of great victories of old have faded. Crime is rife and the
once proud people are little more than peasants. As a great evil
rises in the desolate north, can a forgotten king and an embittered
former war hero wake a nation from its stupor and build an army
strong enough to give it a fighting chance?



Excerpt:

Being king wasn’t exactly as Eric had imagined. His memory of his parents was
more akin to dreams than solid points of reference, but he had been very young
when they died, a mere six years old, and was now entering his fortieth year. The
succeeding thirty-four years became increasingly boring and frustrating in equal
amounts. While dealing with affairs of state was hardly something a heartbroken
child should have to deal with, as the years went by, Eric had received no
training in what should have been important matters, and instead, considerable
efforts were made to keep him from attending to what was his kingdom.
Eric’s ministers were no doubt enjoying their own power, and there were
rumours around the castle and even down in the city that they intended to usurp
him in the name of democracy. While Eric actually appreciated the idea of
democracy―thankfully he had been well schooled in other areas―what his
“advisers” were practising hardly fit in with the dictionary definition of the idea.
They preferred lining their own pockets and favouring the wealthy over those
less fortunate. There was no doubt that his father, who had come from a long line
of respected regents, was turning in his grave with regularity.
Eric, however, failed to replicate his father’s charisma and steely will that had
benefited the kingdom greatly when it came to matters of diplomacy or trade
negotiation. Whereas the mighty King Cedric had had his finger in all the
country’s pies, running it as he saw fit―which had been admittedly
effective―Eric had been hampered by his advisers from an early age, and by the
time he was old enough to sit in court, he had been roundly discouraged for so
long that he did as he was told.
Of course, this bothered Eric, who didn’t want to hand his beloved kingdom
over to a bunch of charlatans. He still occasionally tried to join in on matters of
state, but he was talked down at each attempt. With a lot of time to spare, Eric
spent much of his time reading and often talking late into the night with many of
the respected academics in the kingdom. The great minds supported the king, but
all felt he needed to show some resolve in order to take the seat of great prestige.
While his intellect was admirable and matched many of his predecessors,
there was one area where Eric surpassed not just every regent who had sat on the
throne before him, but possibly every person who had ever resided in the
kingdom: combat. Eric had been born at a time of great turmoil, as border battles
were an almost daily occurrence. Perhaps being born practically with a sword in
his hand helped, but Eric had grown up in a time of relative peace. Yet his
acumen with a sword, bow, or any other weapon one could name was peerless.
The king trained daily for most of the morning and reached the stage where he
could take on six soldiers while wielding just a knife, yet come out victorious
with nary a bruise. While some opined that his soldiers went easy on him, Eric
suspected that some of his more enthusiastic opponents were in fact assassins
sent by his ministry. Regardless of popular opinion, any combat veteran could
tell that the king’s ability to parry and strike bordered on superhuman, and if
there was one person who could spar with him for more than a minute, they had
yet to make themselves known.
Spending his day reading and training had given Eric a keen mind and a body
to match, and he could have had his pick of brides had politics not reigned
supreme. Instead, Eric was wed to Catherine of Genovia. They had managed to
consummate their marriage on their wedding night but never shared his bed
again. While court talk should always be taken with a pinch of salt, rumour had
it that Eric’s bed was the only one she refused to share as she ingratiated herself
with the castle staff.
Eric was no fool, and he knew that being royalty often led to a loveless
marriage. He could handle her frosty personality, but she refused to bear him a
child, which put his royal line in jeopardy. Not only did she refuse him sex, but
she worked hard to make sure that no one else could bear him a bastard child to
interfere with whatever nefarious schemes she had cooked up. Ending the
marriage was no option, as Catherine’s father was a proud man who would have
sought revenge with his seasoned army, something the peaceful Etruvians could
not boast. So, Eric had to grin and bear it. He continued to perfect his skills and
his mind in the absence of other ‘activities.’
Tiring of beating on his generally incompetent soldiers, Eric decided to seek
greater challenges, and at night he began to sneak down to town to try and help
stem the spiralling outbreak of crime. While the army was essentially the militia
too, some of the senior officers were well catered to by crime lords who seemed
to wield far more power than the king himself.
Dressing in dark clothing―not that he’d be recognised―Eric roamed the
town taking on thieves, rapists, and the other types of scum who had flourished
in the once proud city. Used to picking on hapless citizens, these criminals were
no match for Eric, and he quickly earned a name for himself as a vigilante. This
reputation earned him the respect of the honest people in the town, but the
criminal gangs and the militia worked hard to trap him, both of whom saw a loss
of profit courtesy of Eric’s crime fighting.
Villains came out in greater numbers, at least as great as they could without
being too obvious, yet Eric still sent the lucky ones running. With this
mysterious vigilante roaming the streets and upsetting the criminal apple cart, a
plan needed to be hatched to end his threat, and for the first time in his life, Eric
was able to bring people together to agree on one thing―the vigilante needed to
be dealt with.

Al
was born in Dublin, Ireland, but moved to Vancouver, Canada in 2009
with his wife and baby daughter. Now the proud (and active) father of
two children, Al pays the bills by working in his local library. Al
is the author of The King is Dead, an epic fantasy novel recently
published by Bella Tulip Publishing. With his first novel under his
belt, Al plans to release at least one more in 2017, including a
series of short stories.



Al's
favourite genres are fantasy, science fiction and horror.

Al
is a huge fan of mythology, and his future works will incorporate
different legends.

Al
has a degree in Philosophy, with particular interest in Morality and
Philosophies of Freedom.







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