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Rise of the Nephilim: A Blackmoore Prequel Blog Tour

Genre: Erotic PNR/Gothic Horror
Publisher: Candiano Books
Date of Publication: July 24, 2017
Pages: 201
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LOS ANGELES, summer of 1987.
Kathryn Blackmoore, the 26 year old heir to Blackmoore World Corp. and the future matriarch of the Blackmoore dynasty of witches has fled the haunted old monied neighborhood of South Hill in Bellingham, Washington looking to trade in a century of rumors, superstition, and her own heartache  for the sun, sex, and music of the Sunset Strip.
Taking up residence in the famed and decaying Chateau Marmont hotel, Kathryn quickly finds herself in an erotic and thrilling journey into the world of Niiq, Arish, and Kuri; members of the band Nephilim, who seem to have the women of the Strip enthralled by their dark and sensuous sound. When bodies begin to turn up all over town and a mysterious and haunting figure fixates on Kathryn, she quickly learns that you can never escape your destiny.
RISE OF THE NEPHILIM is the first of a two part erotic paranormal romance/thriller revealing the beginnings of one of the most captivating characters in The Blackmoore Legacy series. It is a standalone prequel of eroticism, romance, and suspense.
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Excerpt:
The library was quiet with the exception of the short and humming-to-herself library assistant
stacking the books left out or returned through-out the day. The girl was a junior; she was sure of it. She had never talked to her; they had never orbited the same solar system in the day-to-day endless galaxy of Mariner High School, but that didn’t matter.
She could still reach inside the girl’s mind whenever she wanted to, and explore everything she kept hidden from the rest of the world. She could travel the fleshy terrain of the girl’s brain and see her hopes and dreams, her fears, her loves, and her longings.
She was able to pick out that her name was Tammy. She was a studious girl with dirty blonde curls that hung to her breasts, her skin milk-white and soft, her face delicate and scattered with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her small nose. Her brown eyes were golden and looked over the spine of each book, scanning their titles and looking up to each aisle to see where they belonged.
Kathryn Blackmoore stood from the table where she had been discussing after graduation party plans with her best friend Lila Sifuentes and with her boyfriend Sheffield Burges, excited to finally walk and receive their diplomas and be done with this place forever.
She was tall – five feet and nine inches. Her lean body was dressed in a pink-and-white pin-striped collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the collar popped and buttoned only to her full breasts.
A three-tiered pearl necklace glistened in the bright white fluorescents overhead, and her thick shoulder-length feathered mane was a rich auburn that seemed to glow around her like a halo.
She gathered her books and began to make her way to the doors to begin the walk through campus
back to her home. Her long legs were encased in a khaki, knee-length Ralph Lauren skirt with a slit up the left thigh and a tasseled and thin brown leather belt was fastened loosely around her waist and rested on her hipbones. Kathryn looked at her watch; it was 9:00 p.m. They had been put in charge of the after-party by the entire student body – at least by the Golden Gods, as the popular kids were called – and it was their job to deliver.
Somehow by some cruel joke perpetrated by the universe, Kathryn had somehow become one of them. That was a first for her family, and it was no surprise to her that this ascension in the school’s hierarchy was achieved by her relationship with Sheffield. He was one of the kindest and most popular guys at their elitist school, and was a rock star on the Soccer field. It was the school’s claim to greatness and claim to fame. Other schools had football, but Mariner was known throughout the country for their school’s soccer team. In the eighteen years of its existence – as long she had been alive – Mariner was a crowning achievement and had only ever lost three games. Families from the country over, who dreamed
of soccer field futures for their children chose Mariner – a public high school – over the best sports-driven private schools.
Mariner was a dynasty of Bellingham Washington, and the rite of passage for the exclusive children of South Hill, with their centuries-old Victorian, Tudor, Colonial, and Craftsman mansions that stood on large plots of land between treacherous and almost guard-like evergreens on every street, and sidewalks lined with monstrous oaks and maples. Homes filled with inhabitants of both the living and
the dead.
Then there were the Edgemoore kids. Nouveau riche. Most of them were native Californians whose parents moved here in a great rush for cheap land when California’s real estate began to climb higher and higher, and for the chance to get their kid on the Mariner soccer team.
Here, on the cliffs on the other side of Bellingham Bay, and staring back at the old genteel
mansions, were the castle-like and gaudy estates of Edgemoore.
These kids had no respect for the history that still stood in the city, and the almost haunted charm of Fairhaven, that filled the space along the water between these two wealthy neighborhoods. Fairhaven was the last town to merge with the county of Whatcom in 1903, finally forming the greater city of Bellingham. For the city, and everyone in it, there was a difference between the South Hill neighborhood
and the rest of Bellingham itself, as if it were still its own town.
Connecting the south to the north of Bellingham was the campus of Fairhaven University, which in the 1890s had been the Washington State Normal School. Fairhaven University was carved through the trees and made up of tall, red-orange brick buildings and concrete bridges overpaved pathways in between the green. The city was not unlike Bram Stoker’s description of Transylvania: a place wild and filled with spirits, and fiercer things that lived in the mouth of the Carpathian Mountains that surrounded it.
The city was surrounded by cliffs and an endless army of evergreens. Interstate 5
snaked through all of this above the city, so that every exit dipped down into it. Kathryn had grown up here, had been born here, into South Hill’s superstition and paranoia and never-ending fears.
South Hill was filled with the descendants of the founding families, and the majority had worshiped at The Cathedral of the Sacred Heart.
The white wood church with its gorgeous and detailed mammoth windows of stained glass was
crowned with a single black-slated roof and spire.
The first time Kathryn had ever used her witchcraft against another was the priest who had
tried to take advantage of her when she was twelve. It had felt invigorating to watch his body convulse and the blood begin to slip out of his mouth, eyes, and nose – even his ears.
When he had hit the floor, his brain fried, she had screamed and run out of the office as soon as one of the nuns and another priest – Father Malady – opened the door, covering her tear-stained face. It didn’t help anything when she told them what he had been attempting to do when the aneurysm hit. She could hear the headmaster’s thoughts, as well as the two nuns and Father Malady, who had sat with his arms folded, his angular and almost rat-like face with his beady green eyes looking at her with a smug grin. They knew she had somehow caused it. She was a Blackmoore, after all; she was a witch and she had used her charms to seduce the priest. To bewitch him and befuddle him and make him lose all of his sense and self-control. She had made him weak on purpose so that she could kill him – to sacrifice him to Satan and make another hit in their diabolical war with the Church.
She had said nothing. She wanted to leave and go to Fairhaven Middle School. She was in her
last year of junior high and she didn’t 
want to be in this place any longer, with ruler hits and other obscene punishments. They were more than happy to get her out. Her father, Trevor Mayland,
had been the one to insist she go to Catholic School. 
He feared the Blackmoore name as much as anyone else, regardless of the fact that he had married her mother, Annaline Blackmoore in 1961.
He had loved her so much that he had wanted to save Annaline from what he saw as the Blackmoore curse. He thought that she would be far from the devil’s reach if he could marry her and make an honest woman out of her. A God-fearing woman who would go to mass every Sunday and keep far from her family’s other practice, aside from Blackmoore World Corp. – a multi-billion-dollar-a-year international company which handled almost all the shipments of goods, most legal and some more questionable, of the entire world – was running the Church of Light, the Spiritualist church that her great-grandmother Aria had started in 1898, where she would commune with the dead, read palm, tarot cards, and tea leaves.
It was a place where for a hefty sum, Aria could be hired to work her witchcraft for others, no matter the intention. The Church of Light was then run by Aria’s daughter Fiona, and now her daughter Mabel, her mother’s older sister. Annaline had been too adventurous for that anyways, and so Trevor’s plan meant nothing one way or the other, as Annaline was too much of a wild child, concerned with music festivals and poets and drinking while smoking pot and cigarettes.
This fact did not stop Trevor Mayland from worrying about “his girls,” as he called his wife and daughter, and sending Kathryn to boarding school, only a few blocks from her actual home, to only visit on the weekends, was extremely easy for him.
Yes, she had had enough at that point, and the death of the priest put a smile on her face – a smile she had to fight back when they almost hesitantly told her that she was finished and would be going back home.
They were witches; this was true, and Father Malady had known this. A man of forty-seven, straight from Ireland – in Kilcommon,County Mayo – where the Blackmoores had originated from, and where they still lived inside the great limestone citadel known as Blackmoore Hall on the shores of Broadhaven Bay.
Everyone in that part of Ireland knew of the Blackmoores. They believed them to be a family who grew into their wealth because of a pact with the devil, and those who knew them gained fortune or befell ruin simply for knowing them.
During the witch hunts her ancestors had fled the Black Moor and built a rustic cottage with a thatched roof along the cruel and wild sea, in hiding from both the evils of Christian men and the even greater and ancient evil that had tormented the clan of the Black Moor for centuries before finally escaping. He was a dark and bloodthirsty God who had tried to make slaves of the clan and had forced them to sacrifice the weak and the innocent to his altar.
They had finally escaped him, turning their back on him and refusing to write his name down or speak it from their lips. This went on for two hundred years, until all those who had known him had died, and he had grown weak from being forgotten. They left the moor in the year 1145 and journeyed northwest, as far from the wood and that deity as possible. They were secluded and far from wealthy, and then suddenly in 1845, they began to buy up nearly thirteen thousand acres of land and built a great, almost castle-like home. They were all certain that the family was finally reaping their rewards for the trade of their souls.
This had never been the case. The reason for the wealth was far more mundane; Katy Blackmoore of New Orleans – where the family had moved to in the 1780s – denounced the family and the many evils that served the Dark God of the Wood who wished to wipe out the Blackmoores, and left for Spain. She
returned almost a year later married to Spanish royalty, and bequeathed a fortune enough for a kingdom to her father Tristan, her brother Nicholas, and her grandparents Sarafeene and Malachey, in exchange for being left alone by them so that she could live a normal life.
She had lost her mother to her family and their Legacy – the name of their great curse – and she
was certain that if she separated herself from her family and lived a good Christian life, never summoning her witchcraft, then she would not lose her husband, and her children would never suffer the loss of a parent, or the feeling of knowing who you were and what you were would end up killing the one
you loved.
The Blackmoores had agreed and with that money, they made the family flourish. First in New Orleans and Ireland, and then later, the family moved west and north, and all points in between. Spreading out all across the United States, England, France, Italy, and Ireland, in vesting in industry and especially shipping; and acquiring and building fleets upon fleets of ships, until there was no one to
rival them.
By the time the family had arrived in Fairhaven to begin building their empire in the “Gateway of Alaska,” as it had been known, the residents of the city were openly hostile – being fueled by the legends and superstitions of immigrant priests and servants who whispered about the dangerous and devilish Blackmoores of Kilcommon and their mission to take over the Christian world and hand it to the devil and his fallen angels, wrapped with a big bloodstained bow.
It was shit, but superstition is slow to die, and even in 1979, the people of South Hill still feared the Blackmoore name and what it meant if you talked to them. Kathryn had suffered that for so long, and for the longest time, Lila Sifuentes – the only Latina in the school –had been her only friend.
Her father had always loved Kathryn, but up until his death a week after the incident – due to the sudden brain tumor that claimed the lives of those who have unprotected sex with a Blackmoore – he had always been slightly wary of her, as if he could see the curse deep under her veins.
Unprotected sex with a Blackmoore always seemed to kill seven to twelve years later, and always
of a severe seizure and hemorrhage caused by the tumor. Blood pooled from the nose, mouth, and other parts of the face, and the body would convulse. They would be biting their tongues so hard that often they bit the tip off completely. Every witch in her family always hoped and often believed that they would be the Blackmoore to survive the curse, that their lover would be strong enough to beat it back. 
They always
died, and her father had been no different.
Kathryn had been dangerously beautiful all her life, with a statuesque body and icy eyes – the palest of blues – and soft olive skin with an always-perfectly-feathered auburnmane like a lion, and the latest fashions straight out of Vogue clothing her. She had a husky whiskey voice, much like the actress Kim Novak. She had loved Bell, Book, and Candle, so the comparison was flattering; besides, she thought Kim Novak was a magnificent and stunning creature.

 

About the Author:
 
Marcus James is the author of five novels and has contributed to several anthologies with Alyson Books and has been a contributing writer for Seattle Gay News. He lives in Seattle with his husband and Staffordshire terrier. He is 32 years old.
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The Dragon’s Playlist Blog Tour

 

 Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Publisher: Pronoun
Publication Date: June 1, 2017
Pages: 192
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About the Book
From the author of THE HALLOWED ONES and NINE OF STARS comes a new novel blending the magical and the real…
“This is war,” the dragon said. And she believed him.
Di fled rural West Virginia to study music and pursue a bright future as a violinist. But when a mining accident nearly kills her father, she is summoned back home to support her family. Old ghosts and an old flame emerge from the past. When Di gets a job as a bookkeeper at the same mine where her father worked, she is drawn into a conflict pitting neighbor against neighbor as the mine plans an expansion to an untouched mountain.
If the mining company’s operation goes forward, there will be more at stake than livelihoods or the pollution of the land: Di has discovered a dragon lives deep within Sawtooth Mountain, and he is not happy with this encroachment upon his lair. When catastrophe strikes, Di must choose between her family’s best interests and protecting the dragon – the last surviving bit of magic in Di’s shrinking world.
In every fight, sides are chosen. And there can be no yearning for what has been left behind.
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Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology-Criminology from Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.
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Releasing Henry Book Tour & Giveaway

Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Publication Date: August 29, 2017
Pages: 284
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A light in the darkness . . .
 
The youngest son of Anglesea, the once idealistic Henry has survived the
Holy Pilgrimage, but lost all his deeply held beliefs in honor and
nobility. Captured in battle, he is sold as a slave into the home of
Alif Al-Rasheed, a wealthy Genovese merchant who has converted to
Islam. Bereft of faith, imprisoned in a foreign land, Henry has lost
hope in his ability to love again—until he lays eyes on his
captor’s beguiling daughter.
 
A marriage of opposites . . .
 
To Henry, Alya is a beacon of beauty he cannot ignore. But the heart of this
proud daughter of Cairo will not be won so easily. Divided by
religion, language, and culture, Ayla has little in common with the
disillusioned Englishman—and yet he has vowed to protect her life
in exchange for his freedom. As they embark on a perilous journey to
safety, their bond will grow—and be tested—in ways neither can
anticipate. For their greatest challenges will arise where Henry
least expects. With threats conspiring to divide them, will he find
the strength to stand by Ayla—and together will they find a common
ground on which to build a future?

“Come in, Alya.” Nasira beckoned from beyond the curtains. The old woman knew Alya well enough to end her prayers early and drag her back inside before anyone else saw her. Creases on Nasira’s craggy features meant another lecture on the way.

As Alya reached the point on the rooftop garden where her hoarse whisper could be heard Nasira started. “You show your face like a street woman.” Nasira shook her head. “What will people think when they see you like so?”

“Nobody sees me.” Alya pushed the gauzy curtains aside. A stiffening evening breeze sent them dancing around her. “I only do it when nobody else is about.”

“Somebody is always about.” Grabbing a brush, Nasira motioned for Alya to sit. “Especially now.”

“Why especially now?” Nasira’s tone gave Alya pause. She tried to turn and look at her.

Nasira rapped her on the head with her brush. “Stay still. Your father has called for you to attend him after prayers.”

“He did?” They always ate the evening meal together.

Huge frown creasing her brows, Nasira nodded. “There has been trouble, habibti. In the suq today.”

Trouble in the suq hardly deserved the look of doom Nasira’s face. Trouble blew perpetually through the suq. One merchant squabbled with another, buyers quibbled over prices, and the constant thieves threaded through the place like snakes, always looking for the chance to strike. “What happened?”

“I will let your father tell you, but it is bad. Bad.” Nasira lowered her head in obeisance. “Enna lillah wa enna elaihe Rajioun.”

“Did someone die?” Alya swung about on the stool, wincing as Nasira’s hold on her hair tugged at the roots.

“You ask too many questions.” Nasira grabbed her shoulders and turned her about again. “Your father will tell you all you need to know.”

Her nurse should know better than to think she would leave it there. “But someone did die?”

“Come.” Nasira bustled to her clothing and grabbed a fresh tunic. “I sent the boy for water, you must wash and attend your father.”

A new tunic meant the news her father bore was weighty. She washed and dressed quickly, flinging her veil over her shoulder as she trotted out of her chamber and down the stairs to the small, inner courtyard shaded on one end, where her father and she shared their evening meals. The table lay set for their meal but her father sat beside a small pond, staring into the water.

His skin was so darkened by the sun, a stranger could never tell he had not been born in this land, but had come from somewhere beyond the sea.

“Alya.” Holding his hands out, he smiled and drew her forward for a kiss on both cheeks.

“Nasira tells me you have been on the roof again.”

“The sunset was particularly beautiful today.” She could always get around him with a bit of teasing. He smelled as he always did of silk and spices, and fruit tobacco from his hookah. Tonight, he turned from her and went back to his study of the pool.

“You need to be careful, Alya.”

“What happened in the suq?”

Father dressed, ate, spoke, acted and even prayed as a son of this land, but he had raised her differently.

Nasira warned his indulgence of her would come to no good, but Alya had always been encouraged to speak openly with her father.

“A merchant was killed.” Father trailed his fingers through the water. Flashes of light glimmered beneath the surface as fish darted away from him. “A foreign merchant. He was murdered.”

“Why?” Alya sank to the low stone lip of the pond. Her father acted not as himself this evening. Dread prickled across her skin and sunk deep into her belly. “What are you not telling me?”

“The tension between the local merchants and the foreigners grows worse.” With a sigh, he sat beside her and rubbed the back of his neck. “And the Sultan does nothing to aid the foreigners. What, with the same battle taking place in his palace, his hands are tied.”

“But why?”

“You know why?” Father looked up at her. She had her eyes from him, a mix of green and brown that marked them clearly as not from here.

Alya nodded, she did know why. “The army of unbelievers.”

Even now, years after the Nile had risen and forced the invaders to flee, the distrust lingered.

“You must be more careful than ever.” Father captured her hand and squeezed. “Eyes are everywhere and looking for a way to discredit us.”

When dripped with venom from the wrong tongue, her simple act of freedom on the walls at sunset could take on the worst of connotations. She nodded. “I will be more careful.”

“Let us enjoy our dinner.” Father smiled but the worry lingered. “And then I must see Bahir.”

 
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Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an
incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A Canadian engineer, whose
marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met.
Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three
different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made
her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic
English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese,
even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globetrotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began
as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations,
settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the
fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a
wife and mother. She currently lives in Colorado with her teenage
daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part
footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s
restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
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Heel, Lead Book Tour & Giveaway

 
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction
Publisher: Lyra Publishing
Publication Date: August 4, 2017
Pages: 200
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Because life is one big ballroom – and all we can do is dance… Former UK
dance champion Caroline Elliott has two burning passions in her life:
her sexy, young Spanish lover Antonio, and the weekly Ballroom dance
class she teaches to a diverse group of enthusiastic locals in the
small English town of Castleham where she lives. But Caroline has a
problem. The numbers attending her class have dwindled, and unless
she can somehow breathe new life into it, she will have no choice but
to close it down. A dance display at the local Arts Festival might
just be the perfect opportunity to showcase her students and pull in
those much-needed new members. How difficult could it be? With the
date of the display approaching, however, illness, affairs and
relationship break-ups threaten to crush Caroline’s hopes. As she
battles to keep rehearsals on track and soothe her students’
rampant nerves, she must also conquer the demons of a long-ago
tragedy in her own life. Will she be able to let go of her fears and
step into the spotlight once again? Heel Lead is an emotional,
passionate and poignant story that entertains while it tugs at your
heartstrings. In this short yet compelling novel, author Dawn K.
Henderson presents a captivating tale of the power of love, dance and
the ties that bind us.

Are you really up for this mad plan of Caroline’s?’ Mike plonked the tray of drinks down onto the table. After class, he and Jeannette had headed straight for the pub with Trash and Donna as they usually did. Tonight, Graham and Laura had joined them to discuss Caroline’s proposal. ‘White wine. That’s yours, Laura. Pint of Molecatcher for you, Trash. Jeannette, were you the coffee?’

Why not? What’s so scary about it?’ Graham challenged with a twinkle in his eye.

Aside from a hundred pairs of eyes watching eagerly for us to cock it up, you mean?’

Oh, come on. No-one will have a clue if we go wrong.’

Mike squeezed onto the window bench next to his wife. He didn’t look convinced.

I think that’s right.’ Donna’s nose screwed up prettily as she rummaged in her memory. ‘No, give up. Can’t remember who said it, but I do remember hearing it somewhere.’

What?’ Donna had a habit of talking in part sentences as if everyone else had an idea of what she was going on about.

As long as your top half looks good, and you look as if you know what you are doing – you know, brazen it out. Act with total confidence – your feet can get away with anything. No-one looks at your feet unless you do. They’ll all be watching your head and body.’

Rubbish!’

No, it’s true. Think about it. When you’re at a dance, do you watch people’s feet or their heads?’

She’s got a point,’ Trash conceded reluctantly.

Come on, Trash. What d’you say? Let’s go for it.’

He gazed down at her. ‘You really want to, Button?’

She nodded vigorously. ‘Yes. Apart from anything else, it’ll be fun. More importantly, it’ll help Caroline. I don’t want her class to fold and I know you don’t either.’

OK.’ He looked across at Graham. ‘I guess we’re in too. What about you, Mike?’

Mike was slouched back in the corner of the window seat looking unhappy, like a cornered animal who had nowhere to run. ‘If you lot are in, I suppose we have to be as well. Can’t let you take all the glory.’

We are quite prepared to be outshone by your supple hips and svelte, elegant physique.’ Graham’s straight face was a triumph.

Bugger off, old man.’ There was affection, not irritation, in Mike’s words. ‘What do you say, Jeannette?’

I’m totally up for it, even if just thinking about it makes me feel so nervous I want to run and hide in a cupboard. Caroline needs our help and she deserves to get it.’

That’s settled then.’ Laura leaned back, satisfied. ‘If we’re all in, and Angela has already decreed that she and Stuart will take part, that only leaves Issy and Liam.’

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Dawn K. Henderson: Storyteller, poet & author
Goddess in training and ballroom diva (at least in her imagination)
12 years ago, Dawn walked into her first Ballroom dance class and the
love affair began. Since then she has tango’d and quickstepped,
waltzed and rumba’d through life. Although at the time of writing
Heel Lead, she is without a permanent dance partner, she is fortunate
enough to have good friends who lend her their men occasionally –
she usually hands them back undamaged.
As D. K. Henderson, she is the author of The Skull Chronicles series of
metaphysical adventure novels .
She lives and writes in the mystical, magical county of Wiltshire,
England surrounded by crop circles, the ancient & mysterious
stone monuments of Stonehenge and Avebury, and her own family of
crystal skulls. When she isn’t wandering the ancient downlands that
inspire her novels and poetry, you’ll probably find her pottering in
the garden, foraging in the hedgerows or attempting a nifty Cha cha
or elegant Waltz on the dance floor.

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Brainrush Series Book Tour & Giveaway

An “international thriller with soul.”  Features a broad cast of characters with kids playing significant roles. Ideal reading for fans of Michael Crichton, Clive Cussler, James Rollins, Brad Thor, Dan Brown, Matthew Reilly, Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, and Vince Flynn.
Brainrush Series Summary
Brainrush is a story about second chances, and embracing every day of your life as
though it’s your last. Called “a terrifically entertaining
thriller” by Publishers Weekly, Book-1 of the series was named The
Wall Street Journal
#1 Bestselling Action/Adventure in their
Guide to Self-Published Big Sellers, while Book-2 was on the
Top-10 Amazon Mystery/Thriller Top Rated list for 53-straight
weeks
. This set the stage for the blockbuster release of the
third book in the series, which was heralded by Suspense Magazine
as “part science fiction, part thriller, part suspense, part love
story, and part mystery. It’s got it all and that’s what makes
this novel one of the best.” The characters live on in the final
four books of the series. Books 4 & 5 were released in 2014, and
were met with rave reviews that outpaced even those from the first
three books. Book-5 was named “one of the best books of the year”
by IndieReader.com. The final two books in the series, No
Refuge
and Against All Odds are available now, and they
promise to keep you on the edge of your seat in a fashion that lives
up to what the series is all about—a thought-provoking, soulful and
satisfying rush that will keep you gasping long after the final page.
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Brainrush
Brainrush Series Book 1
by Richard Bard
Genre: Action/Adventure Thriller, Romantic Suspense
Publishers Weekly heralded
the first book in Richard Bard’s 
Brainrush thriller
series as “terrifically entertaining” and “inventive
and compelling.” It went on to earn 
The Wall Street Journal’s #1
Action/Adventure slot in the 
Guide
to Self-Published Big Sellers
 list.
Before he slid into the MRI machine, Jake Bronson was just an ordinary guy
with terminal cancer. But when an earthquake hits during the
procedure, Jake staggers from the wreckage a profoundly changed man,
now endowed with uncanny mental abilities.

An ocean away, Luciano Battista wants a piece of Jake’s talent. Posing
as a pioneering scientist, the terrorist leader has been conducting
cerebral-implant experiments in a sinister quest to create a breed of
super jihadist agents…and Jake’s altered brain may be the key to
his success. But Jake refuses to play the pawn in an unholy war–and
when an innocent woman and autistic child are taken hostage to force
his cooperation, he embarks on a jihad of his own. Jake and his band
of loyal friends are thrust into a deadly chase that leads from the
canals of Venice through Monte Carlo and finally to an ancient cavern
in the Hindu Kush mountains of Afghanistan–where Jake discovers that
his newfound talents carry a hidden price that threatens the entire
human race.

An “international thriller with soul.” Ideal reading for fans
of Michael Crichton, Clive Cussler, James Rollins, Brad Thor, Dan
Brown, Matthew Reilly, Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, and Vince Flynn.

Get the First Book FREE!!
The Enemy of My Enemy
Brainrush Series Book 2
 
The Enemy of My Enemy (Brainrush
2) became the Amazon #1 Top Rated (best reviewed) Mystery/Thriller,
AND the #1 Top Rated Action/Adventure within one month of its
release. It maintained the #1 or #2 slots 
for 10 straight months.
Bestselling author Richard Bard returns with his highly rated Brainrush thriller
series, pitting hero Jake Bronson against his jihadist nemesis–and a
new bioweapon that threatens the soul of every mother in
America.
When a freak accident gave Jake Bronson near-superhuman mental powers and
landed his loved ones in the crosshairs of an Islamic terrorist, the
only way out was with guns blazing. But Jake was unable to put a stop
to his nightmares or his murderous nemesis, Luciano Battista, in that
ferocious Afghan mountains showdown. Now the terror czar and his
minions have brought the fight to American soil–along with the most
terrifying bioweapon that has ever threatened the free world. They
demand vengeance, and Jake’s family and friends are caught in the
crossfire.

From California’s beaches and Mexico’s deserts to the depths of a raging
underground river and the treacherous Venezuelan jungle, Jake and his
unlikely alliance of combat veterans and gangsters wage a rolling war
of wits, weapons, and indomitable will–to rescue those they love, to
save America from extinction, and to stop a madman’s bid for global
conquest dead in its tracks.

Beyond Judgment
Brainrush Series Book 3
 
With Publishers Weekly heralding
the first book in his 
Brainrush thriller
series as “terrifically entertaining” and “inventive
and compelling,” and Book-2 holding a death grip on the #1 or #2
slots of the Amazon Top-Rated (best reviewed)
Mystery/Thriller 
and Action/Adventure
lists for 10 straight months, 
Beyond Judgment,
the third in the series, sees hero Jake Bronson at the mercy of his
hidden past.
After waking up with amnesia from a six-year coma, Jake Bronson’s past is
lost to him. But that doesn’t mean the past hasn’t been looking for
him–or that it will let him live when it finally catches up.

Jake’s placid, anonymous life in Italy is shattered by the arrival of an
assassination squad hell-bent on eliminating him–and he has no idea
why he’s in their crosshairs. He’s saved only when an American
scientist intervenes, wielding strange technology that briefly
reactivates Jake’s dormant memories and deadly skills. As unknown
enemies continue to hound Jake’s every step, the scientist helps him
reconnect with lost friends and loved ones who believed him long
dead.

Any happy reunion is forfeit, though, as Jake’s murky history and
mysterious talents conceal a terrible secret that–should it fall
into the wrong hands–could trigger the extinction of the human race.
Averting this apocalypse means Jake must risk everything to reawaken
his true self and stop an ancient order from unleashing humanity’s
ultimate judgment. 

 
 
Brainchild
Brainrush Series Book 4
 
The first three books in #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author Richard Bard’s 
Brainrush series
garnered over 2,000 Amazon 5-Star reviews, setting the stage for the
continuing story spanning three continents and two more books.
With 
Brainchild (Brainrush 4) called “a high-speed thriller that ignites pages
with scenes of action and suspense” by Kirkus Reviews,
and 
Smoke & Mirrors (Brainrush 5) named “best
book of the year”
 by IndieReader.com, this
mind-gripping adventure is sure to capture the imagination long after
the final heart-stopping chapter.

gifted boy forced to grow up too fast… A father who will do anything to protect him… A madman bent on destroying them both.

In Amsterdam, a visionary scientist is laying the groundwork for a
cybernetic life-extension project that will transfer individual
consciousness to a personalized avatar. Halfway around the world, his
brilliant grandson is secretly planning to use the same technology to
infiltrate the world’s most secure networks. But the scientific
advances necessary to perfect the brain-to-computer interface are
slow in coming, too slow for the aging founder of the Everlast
foundation–who may die before realizing his dream of
immortality–and too slow for his ruthless grandson, who will stop at
nothing to attain the recognition that is his birthright.

Caught in the middle are Jake Bronson and his seven-year-old son, Alex,
whose combined mental gifts might provide the key to leapfrogging the
impasse.

When Jake’s family and closest friends are simultaneously abducted in a
globally coordinated kidnapping scheme, he races across two
continents before uncovering the first clue to their whereabouts,
unaware that his hostage son and teenage siblings crash-landed in the
jungles of South China, where they must find every ounce of their
courage and wits to survive the wilds and escape the ruthless drug
lord who is hot on their heels. Can a seven-year-old boy learn to
kill to save his family?

 
 
Smoke & Mirrors
Brainrush Series Book 5
 
Named “Best Book of the Year!” by IndieReader.com Smoke & Mirrors (Brainrush
5) is the exciting conclusion to 
Brainchild,
Book-4 of the 
Brainrush series. A gifted boy forced to grow up too fast… A father who will do
anything to protect him… A madman bent on destroying them
both.

Jake Bronson and his seven-year-old son, Alex, possess mental gifts that
could provide the missing link to a cybernetic life-extension project
that will transfer individual consciousness to a personalized avatar.
But those same gifts are sought by a Chinese underworld mastermind
who will use them to infiltrate the world’s most secure networks.

As the story continues from Book-4 of the Brainrush series, Alex and his
brother and his sister are lost, and Jake’s wife and best friends
have been taken hostage. Jake will risk everything to save them, and
he is thrust into a frantic race that takes him from the back alleys
of Hong Kong to the depths of the South China jungles, where he must
lever every scrap of his failing abilities to rescue his loved ones
and crush a madman’s plans to bring the world to its knees.

No Refuge
Brainrush Series Book 6
 
#1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author Richard Bard, who entertained fans with his wildly
successful 
Brainrush thriller
series, now unleashes the heart-pounding series finale in a two-book
ride that will take your breath away.
Jake Bronson’s family and friends are mourning him. They’d watched as he
sacrificed himself so their lives could return to normal. But normal
wasn’t to be. The megalomaniac whom Jake had killed during his
suicide assault left a legacy of videos that damn Jake and everyone
associated with him, leading to a price being put on their heads,
dead or alive. They go to ground, unaware their every move is being
tracked by a new breed of young, tech-savvy jihadists about to
unleash vengeance on America’s homeland–with Jake’s family and the
unsuspecting citizens of Los Angeles in their crosshairs.

As the jaws of the terrorist trap begin to close, Jake’s eight-year-old
son, Alex, faces a threat of his own. He carries a deadly secret that
endangers the world, and now that his father is dead, Alex is the
only one who can deal with it. He slips away to heed the call of
unearthly visions that demand his presence, and his journey draws him
to the back alleys of Bogota, Columbia, where he encounters a group
of terminally ill orphans. One of their siblings has been abducted by
child traffickers. Alex can’t ignore their cry for help, and the
unlikely alliance plans a nothing-to-lose rescue mission that has
little chance of success.

But the bloodthirsty outcry against Alex’s family and friends reaches
beyond those who wish them harm, as do the visions that reveal their
dark secrets to Alex. Help is on the way…

Against All Odds
Brainrush Series Book 7
 
The highly anticipated series finale to the #1 Wall
Street Journal
 bestseller Publishers Weekly called
“a terrifically entertaining thriller!”
In this conclusion to Richard Bard’s popular Brainrush series,
Jake Bronson’s family and friends face their biggest threat ever. The
startling challenges revealed in 
No Refuge (book
6) are coming to a head, and the team must wrest every resource
available to them in hopes of preventing a terror-driven cataclysm
unlike anything America has seen.

But the menace from within America’s borders pales by comparison to the
global threat revealed to 8-year-old Alex Bronson in a series of
otherworldly visions. And Alex isn’t the only one targeted by the
mind-bending revelations.

The stakes are higher than ever. The fates of America and the world hang
in the balance, and Jake Bronson’s family and friends must risk
everything to tip the scales against evil.

Releases September 12th!!
 
 
 
Gifted
A Brainrush Novella
 
From #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author Richard Bard comes a heart-pounding adventure of love,
loyalty, and survival – as a gifted child faces the ultimate question
of whether or not he can kill in order to save his loved ones.
A gifted 7-year-old boy and his teen siblings are ripped from their
peaceful lives–kidnapped by a sinister organization determined to
get back at their father. But when their plane crashes an ocean away
in the bear-infested jungles of South China, the mysterious motive
behind their abduction is the least of their problems, and they must
lever every ounce of their courage and wits to survive the wilds and
escape the ruthless drug lord who is hot on their heels.

Important Note: Gifted is a compilation novella taken from the Brainrush thriller
novels 
Brainchild and Smoke & Mirrors, which
are books four and five of the series. If you’ve read those
full-length novels, then you’ve already read most of the contents of
this novella. If you’d prefer to read the entire series from start to
finish, then you’ll be happy to learn that 
Brainrush
(Book-1)
 is
currently available FREE. 

FREE on Amazon!
Veterans Administration Medical Center
Santa Monica, California
JAKE BRONSON SPENT THE PAST two weeks preparing to die. He just didn’t want to do it today, trapped in this MRI scanner.
The table jiggled beneath him. He was on his way into the narrow tube like a nineteenth century artillery round being shoved into a cannon. The glassy-eyed gaze of the bored VA
medical technician hovered over him, a yellow mustard stain on the sleeve of his lab coat.

Comforting.

“Keep your head perfectly still,” the tech said.
Yeah, right, like he had any choice with the two-inch-wide strap they had cinched over his forehead. Another wiggle and the lip of the tunnel passed into view above him. Jake squeezed his eyes closed, anxious to ignore the curved walls sliding by just an inch from his nose. Three deep breaths and the table jerked to a stop. He was in, cocooned from head to toe. He heard the soft whir of the ventilation fan turn on at his feet. The breeze chilled the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.

The tech’s scratchy-sounding voice came over the speakers in the chamber. “Mr. Bronson, if you can hear me, press the button.”
A panic switch. Hadn’t he been in a constant state of panic ever since the doctors told him his disease was terminal? He’d agreed to this final test so he’d know how many months he had left to live, to make at least one positive difference in the world. After today, no more doctors. After today, he’d focus on living. Jake pressed the thumb switch gripped in his hand.

“Got it,” the tech said. “If it gets too confining for you in there, just press it again and I’ll pull you out. But remember, we’ll have to start all over again if that happens, so let’s try to get it right the first time, okay? We only need thirty minutes. Here we go.”
Jake’s thumb twitched over the panic button. Crap. He already wanted to push it. He should have accepted the sedative they had offered him in the waiting room. But his friend Marshall had been standing right there, chuckling under his breath when the tech suggested it.
Too late now.
Why the hell was this happening to him again? Cancer once in a lifetime was more than
enough for anyone. But twice? It wasn’t right. He wanted to lash out, but at what? Or whom?

This morning he’d smashed the small TV in his bedroom over a movie trailer for Top Gun 2.
“Coming next fall.” He hated that he was going to miss that one.
The chamber felt like it was closing in on him. A claustrophobic panic sparked in his gut, a churning that grew with each pound of his heart, a hollow reminder of the crushing confines of the collapsible torture box he’d spent so many hours in during the air force’s simulated POW training camp.

Come on, Jake, man up!
Thirty minutes. That was only eighteen hundred seconds. He clenched his teeth and started counting. One, one thousand; two, one thousand; three—
The machine started up with a loud clanking noise. The sound startled him, and his body
twitched.
“Please don’t move, Mr. Bronson.” The tech was irritated.

The tapping noise sounded different than he remembered from the MRI he had ten years ago.
“Lymphoma,” the flight surgeon had said. “Sorry, but you’re grounded.” And just like that,
Jake’s childhood dreams of flying the F-16 were cut short on the day before his first combat mission. The chemo and radiation treatments had sucked. But they worked. The cancer was forced into remission—until two weeks ago, when it reappeared in the form of a tumor in his brain.
The annoying rattle settled into a pattern. Jake let out a deep breath, trying to relax.

Eight, one thousand; nine, one thousand—
Suddenly, the entire chamber jolted violently to the right, as if the machine had been T-boned by a dump truck. Jake’s body twisted hard to one side, but his strapped head couldn’t follow. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and the fingers on his left hand went numb. The fan stopped blowing, the lights went out, and the chamber started shaking like a gallon can in a paint-store agitator.

Earthquake!

A keening whistle from deep within the machine sent shooting pains into Jake’s rattling
skull. A warm wetness pooled in his ears and muffled his hearing.
He squeezed down hard on the panic button, shouting into the darkness, each word trembling with the quake’s vibration. “Get—me—out—of—here!”

No one answered.
He wedged his palms against the sidewalls to brace himself. The surface was warm and
getting hotter.
The air felt charged with electricity. His skin tingled. Sparks skittered along the wall in front of his face, the first sign in the complete darkness that his eyes were still functioning. The acrid scent of electrical smoke filled his nostrils.
Jake’s fists pounded the thick walls of the chamber. He howled, “Somebody—”
His body went rigid. His arms and legs jerked spasmodically in seizure, his head thrown
back. He bit deep into his tongue, and his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. Sharp, burning needles of blinding pain blossomed in the hollow at the back of his skull, wriggling through his brain. His head felt like it was ready to burst.

The earthquake ended as abruptly as it started.
So did the seizure.
Jake sagged into the table, his thumping heart threatening to break through his chest.
Faint voices. His mind lunged for them. He peered down toward his toes. A light flickered on in the outer room. Shadows shifted.

The table jerked beneath him, rolling out into the room. When Jake’s head cleared the outer rim of the machine, two pairs of anxious eyes stared down at him. It was the tech and Jake’s buddy Marshall.
“You okay?” Marshall asked, concern pinching his features.
Jake didn’t know whether he was okay or not. The tech helped him sit up, and Jake spun his legs to the side. He turned his head and spat a bloody glob of saliva on the floor. Holding the panic switch up to the tech, he said, “You may want to get this thing fixed.”
“I’m s-so sorry, Mr. Bronson,” the tech said. “The power went out, and I could barely keep
my balance. I—”
“Forget it,” Jake said, wincing as he reached over his shoulder to massage the back of his
aching neck. He gestured to the smoking chamber. “Just be glad you weren’t strapped down inside that coffin instead of me.” He slid his feet to the floor and stood up.
The room spun around him.
He felt Marshall’s firm grip on his shoulders. “Whoa, slow down, pal,” Marshall said.
“You’re a mess.”
Jake shook his head. His vision steadied. “I’m all right. Just give me a second.” He took a
quick inventory. The feeling had returned to his fingers. Other than a bad neck ache, a sore tongue, and a tingling sensation at the back of his head, there was no major damage. Clutching the corner of the sheet on the table, he wiped at the wetness around his ears. The cotton fabric came away with a pink tinge to it, but no more than that. He stretched his jaw to pop his ears. His hearing was fine.
Using the small sink and wall mirror by the door, Jake used a damp paper towel to make sure he got all the blood from his bitten tongue off his lips and chin. His face didn’t look so bad. The tan helped. His hair was disheveled, but what the hell, sloppy was in, right? And if he could get at least one good night of sleep, his eyes would get back to looking more green than red. It was a younger version of his dad that stared back at him. He sucked in a deep breath, expanding his chest. Six foot two, thirty-five years old—the prime of his life.
Yeah, right.

He tried to sort out just what had happened in that chamber, but the specifics were already hazy, like the fading details of a waking dream. He threw on his T-shirt and jeans and then grabbed his blue chambray shirt from a spike by the door and put that over the tee. As he slipped on his black loafers, he glanced back at the donut-shaped ring of the machine that had almost become his tomb. The seam that traveled around it was charred, with faint wisps of smoke still snaking into the air.
“Never again,” Jake muttered.
On the way out, a pretty nurse grabbed Marshall’s hand and slipped him a folded piece of paper. Jake stifled a smile. Ten to one it was her phone number, though the concerned look Marshall exchanged with her suggested otherwise.
Marshall stuffed the paper in his pocket, turned his back on her with a friendly wave, and followed Jake out the door. “Dude, you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
“Sure.”

But an odd, sporadic buzzing in Jake’s head told him something was very different

Richard Bard draws on his own experiences as a former USAF pilot and cancer
survivor to craft compelling characters who risk it all for love and
loyalty. Born in Munich, Germany, to American parents, he joined the
United States Air Force like his father. But he left the service when
he was diagnosed with cancer and learned he had only months to live.
He earned a management degree from the University of Notre Dame and
ran three successful companies involving advanced security products
used by US embassies and governments worldwide. Now a full-time
writer, he lives in Redondo Beach, California, with his wife and
remains in excellent health.
 
 
 
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Moribund Book Tour


Genres: LGBTQ+, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Publisher: Monster House Books
Publication Date: September 12, 2017
Pages: 291
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About the Book

Dark Fae. Romance. Evil Plots. High school. Our heroines could be in for the greatest adventure ever.

If only they could decide whether to kill or kiss each other.

High school sophomore Syl Skye is an ordinary girl. At least, she’s trying to be. School photographer and all-around geek, she introverts hard and keeps her crush on sexy-hot glam-Goth alt-rock star Euphoria on the down-low. But when a freak accident Awakens her slumbering power, Syl is forced to accept a destiny she never wanted—as the last sleeper-princess of the fair Fae.

Suddenly hunted by the dark Fae, Syl’s pretty sure things can’t get any worse. Until she discovers her secret crush, Euphoria, is really a dark Circuit Fae able to harness the killing magic in technology. Even worse, she’s been sent to destroy Syl.

With mean girls and magic and dark Fae trying to kill her, it’ll take more than just “clap if you believe in fairies” to save Syl’s bacon—not to mention, her heart.

Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.

Excerpt

In this scene, the dark Fae princess-assassin Euphoria discovers that Syl, the girl she’s been crushing on is really the fair Fae sleeper-princess she’s come to murder.

***

Syl’s the seventh and last sleeper-princess. I can feel it in my bones, in my blood. But most of all, I feel it in my heart—the truth of her. Not to mention she can see through Glamouries and she can read my aura.

She’s the last sleeper-princess all right—sweet, innocent, pure. A beacon of white flame against the crushing darkness.

I am that darkness. And I should not be anywhere near her.

Famous last words, Roue. I couldn’t stay away from her if all of UnderHollow depended on it.

Come to think of it, it probably does.

But Agravaine’s plan is garbage. Infecting the previous six sleeper-princesses with Moribund, blowing their fuses and draining them of their life-forces, even their blood.

All that, and the hearthstone is no more healed than when we began.

Without it, my world is doomed.

It might be emo, but I fight with myself anyway as I head down the hall, away from Syl, dodging students and trying not to look back over my shoulder. I’m taking her to Homecoming. And on the heels of that, The exact opposite of staying away from her. Plus, it’s a bad idea for her to be at the Homecoming concert, in the audience, under Agravaine’s scrutiny.

But back there, looking into those stormy grey eyes, I was captivated. That spark that flares between her and me whenever we touch… It burns me too.

I couldn’t deny her anything.

Truth is, I’ve missed her. The way the long winter misses the summer.

Okay, that was definitely emo.

I go to my locker. Fiann tries to meet me halfway, but one look at my grim-dark glare, and she finds something else to occupy her attention. Good girl. I thumb open my locker. I never use the padlock. No one would dare put shaving cream all over my stuff.

All over her camera and everything. I just don’t get it. Dark Fae and fair Fae might want to kill one another, but we never stoop to such petty bullying. And while I like a lot of things about humans, the mean-girling is not one of them. I’m glad Syl’s not like that.

Syl…

A pang of guilt seizes me. I didn’t realize keeping my distance would be so hard on her. Time passes differently for Faekind in UnderHollow. In the blink of my eye, a hundred years might pass in the mortal realm. I was trying to protect her. By hurting her? Good going, Roue.

Gah! I grab my trig book. I’m so torn. Stay away from her or keep her close?

It was only one day that we spent together. One day. Why do I feel so connected to her? And her to me?

Because one second, one minute, one day can change your life.

It changed mine.

And that’s what decides me. Right here and now, standing in a high school hallway, I decide. I failed to protect the six sleeper-princesses.

Now I vow to protect the seventh.

As much as I don’t want to admit she is the seventh, her words come thundering back. “I can see your aura.” I slam my locker overly hard. Why did it have to be her? Because you always fall for the wrong girl, Roue. In my heart, from the very beginning, I’ve known who she is—what she is.

The same way I know what I am. Her Huntress, her executioner.

No. Not this time.

This time, I’ll save her.

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About the Author

Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance–where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.

She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she’s clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.

She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.

GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.

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Elf Tiara & Ear Cuff Set
Sun & Circuit Board Pendant
Leather Elf Arm Cuff
Copy Of Moribund, Either eBook Or Print

 

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Unorthodox Book Tour & Giveaway


Genre: Paranormal, Suspense-Thriller, Romance
Publisher: Books We Love Publishing
Publication Date: September 15, 2017
Pages: 153
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About the Book

Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery romance author and communicator with the dead, is requested to hop on the first flight to D.C.

Jenna Powers, FBI criminal analyst and estranged best friend of Kendra, gets ghosticized in a fatal accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case.

Derek Knight, a dedicated FBI Special Task Force agent, takes lead on the case.

The investigation into the FBI agent killings continues as Kendra, Jenna – yes, even after death – and Derek work together on the case before Director of the Special Task Force Jackson Powers’ number is up. He’s Jenna’s father and the end-game of the killer’s target list.

Somehow the elusive killer remains undetected, until Kendra’s unique ability produces results and a final possibility at stopping his killing spree before it’s too late.

Excerpt

The door opened and Jackson Powers entered before I could respond.

He glanced around the room stopping when he saw me; his red rimmed eyes spoke volumes. I clearly remembered his presence, a straightforward man, full of confidence and direction, but in this moment he appeared like a man broken. I rose and reached for a hand shake. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a big bear hug.

“I’m so very sorry about Jenna. Sorry for your loss, for my loss…” Muscles tensed around my vocals and cut off the words.

Tears spilled from both of us. Derek stepped out of the room, clicking the door closed.

“Jenna told me she was meeting with you today, going to show you the city sights.” Jackson held me for a few more minutes, patting my back and telling me it wasn’t my fault.

The thought of the accident initially being my fault had never entered my mind. Why would that thought cross his? I stepped back. Obviously he hadn’t received the latest details of the accident, but even so why would he consider that I’d feel responsible. Even if I questioned that maybe I could have done something to stop her in some way, she did save that boy. “Not sure what you mean…in thinking it could be my fault?”

His eyes widened, maybe a little startled at my blatant question. “I assumed Jenna ran after a little culprit that grabbed your purse or something much worse. She must have gotten caught up in the chase to run in front of on-coming traffic.” His face softened. “Kendra, I know Jenna, there was nothing you could have done to stop her. She’s always been head-strong…was always

head-strong,” he corrected himself, then his voice cracked, and suddenly something occurred to me.

Jackson isn’t privy to Jenna and Derek’s manhunt for the FBI killer, nor the reason I’m here. Of course. Jenna had tagged along to certain crime scenes while she was still in college, but from all that I remembered, Jackson wanted her profiling cases strictly inside the building. She had access to all the crime scenes from pictures and files on her laptop. At least she always used to complain about his restrictions, and I couldn’t imagine he would allow her in the field on a serial killer task force, unless things had changed in the last couple years.

There’d been a few close calls on other cases, some of the agent’s family members being abducted or being used for negotiation, leverage. While in college, Jenna told me all the rules her father had enforced if she were to join in any of the FBI cases. He protected her, and now she had returned the favor…to her demise.

Jenna and Derek were hunting the serial killer behind Jackson’s back.

There was a tap on the door and Derek stepped in. His brows were drawn close, eyes narrowed, perhaps his expression of concern. “Sir, I thought Kendra might be hungry. She hasn’t eaten all day.” He smiled at me, and then looked back at Jackson. “I’m headed out for a late lunch and thought I’d take her with me.”

Jackson’s lips pressed together. He finally lifted his chin toward me. “Well, of course. We certainly wouldn’t want anyone going hungry now, would we,” more of a statement than a question. He patted my shoulder. “Go on, Kendra. We can continue our talk later. I’d like to hear exactly what happened to my daughter from someone who was there to witness it.”

Derek grasped my elbow and led me toward the door.

Instead of following, Jackson released a long breathy sigh and sat on the couch. “Shut the door behind you, Derek. And tell Darla I don’t wish to be disturbed.”

My heart swelled huge behind my ribcage, again the confining weight pressing in on my ability to breathe. I couldn’t imagine the emotional maelstrom Jackson was going through. I knew only my own turbulent ride. Now I needed to get some facts straight; it was my turn to interrogate Derek.

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About the Author

S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.

She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.

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The Dragon in the Garden Book Tour & Giveaway

Genre: Epic Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Publication Date: February 19, 2016
Pages: 272

 
There is magic beneath the mundane and in The Dragon in the Garden, Siobhan
Orsini witnesses it all. No lie can fool her, no glamour or illusion
can cloud her Sight. She sees through them all and wishes she could
close her eyes. Returning to face her past, Siobhan inherits her
grandparents’ house in California’s wine country. She encounters
a talking dragon, a hot fallen angel, a demon lord, a Valkyrie, and,
oh yes, her ex-boyfriend. And that is just in the first twenty-four
hours.

It’s time to find out why she has this power.

Siobhan seeks out the Oracle and learns that only her Sight can help
mankind navigate the travails of an ancient war. Our world is the prize
in a battle between the dragons, who would defend us, and Lucifer’s
fallen angels, who seek to take the Earth for themselves. Using her
gift, she will have to make a choice that will decide humanity’s
future.

I woke filled with the dreadful certainty that I was not alone. Blinking, I tried to see around me. In the faint light, I discerned the shape of a man sitting in a chair by the window. I started to cry out when I realized a faint, growing luminosity filled the room. It came from me. I glowed with a silvery light. A slender illuminated cord came off me, traveling upward. Pulses of energy flowed along the cord away from my body, leaving me drained and weak. Movement seemed incredibly difficult, impossible. As my eyes followed the shining strand aloft, I saw in sick horror that some kind of creature hovered above me.

I couldn’t figure out at first if this dreadful phantasm actually lived. Fragile, paper-like skin covered its skeletal frame. She? He? I couldn’t say, but the thing’s emaciation made it difficult to tell if skin actually covered those bones. The thing appeared all cheekbones, its features shrunken and shriveled. The being possessed wild, wispy hair so white it shone in the shimmering glow projected from my body. The strands floated in all directions around the apparition as did its robes, more rags than clothing. I was grateful for anything shrouding any part of the wraith-like figure.

I’ll never, for all my days, be able to explain the dread radiating from its presence. The sensation came from the thing’s eyes. They burned with an electric red, yet, this flame burned in a cold fire, devoid of any warmth or compassion. Though it wore a humanoid form, nothing remotely human emanated from it.

I drew in a breath to scream for Daisy, Turel, anyone. More than anything I wanted to call for help, to be as loud as possible. Instead, I whimpered. No other sound came. The thing turned its withered head to the man in the chair. “Abraxas, it speaks. Never do they talk.”

“That’s because they usually don’t wake up and even if they did, they couldn’t see you,” explained the man named Abraxas. “This one is special.”

“Yes,” it rasped. “I see it is. I like it, so delicious, my ducky.” The thing’s voice rasped as thin and emaciated as its form. The death rattle sound of those words conjured nightmares from the dark corners of my mind, places where nameless terrors lurked, and my fears scurried like beetles under a rock. The faint smell of death and decay clung to the air around us.

“What are you?” I managed to whisper. My voice sounded faint, a breath, nothing more.

The thing floating over me cackled, an insane, evil sound. “Now it speaks to me. I love its fear. See it? So pretty, wants to run and hide, but can barely move.” It drifted an inch or two closer to me and I cringed, but couldn’t look away; it’s hellish eyes consumed me. “Soon it will never move again. Never, ever move, little pig.”

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Erika is a sixth-generation San Franciscan of Irish descent. She attended
the University of California at Davis and completed degrees in
Medieval History and Biological Sciences. A lifelong lover of books
and a scribbler of many tales from a young age (her first story was
completed at age five) she turned to writing full-time in 2011.

On a personal level, she loves spicy food, twilight, dark chocolate (with
sea salt-yum!) and nickel slots at Vegas. Erika lives for time with
friends, a nice glass of red wine, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” &
“Doctor Who” and good conversation. Her favorite things to do are
running, cooking, reading, needlework, gardening… and of course,
writing. Erika’s music of choice is heavy metal. To pick her out in a
lineup you should know that she is very short, fairly loud, and has
dark eyebrows. The rest, as her hero Anne McCaffrey once said in her
bio, “is subject to change without notice”.
Erika resides in Northern California with her incredibly hot husband, their
three amazing kids, and their chocolate Labrador named Selkie. To
reach Erika regarding her books, wine recommendations, or to debate
which Iron Maiden album is the best (clearly, it’s Brave New World)


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Love is Death Book Tour & Giveaway

 Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal
Publisher: Pronoun
Publication Date: November 14, 2016
Pages: 231
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Gina’s plan for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea. Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife… love is death.

“Why are you doing this?” Alec asked abruptly.

My breath hitched. I didn’t know how to answer. The same question had plagued me since we’d left the Chinaman’s warehouse. Why was I doing this? I knew the answer in my gut, but I didn’t want to say it.

I did anyway.

“Because I don’t want to see you get hurt ag…”

I barely stopped myself before I said again, then wondered if he’d noticed. I frowned when it became obvious that he had, but thankfully I was turned away from him looking out the windshield.

“What was that?”

“I said I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Did you say again?”

The wiper blades must have swished water off the windshield at least ten times before I said anything. I tried to come up with an excuse, but I finally decided the truth would be the best option.

“Yes. Again.” I looked out the window. I couldn’t bear to see him. “I was there when you got shot.”

“Yes!”

His response surprised me, so I turned around in my seat to look at him.

“I knew I wasn’t crazy.”

I shrugged. “I’m not so sure about that. But how does my being there mean you’re sane?”

“I told Gary that I saw you before I died, and he told me it was impossible. I swore when I first met you that I’d…” His eyes glazed over as if remembering what he’d done. “I asked you for help.”

I forced a smile even though I desperately wanted to cry. “Begged was more like it.”

“But you left.”

I faced forward again. This was precisely the reason I hadn’t wanted to tell him I was there. He didn’t even realize what I’d done for him, the danger I’d put myself in to try to save him. I could have told him but I was filled with rage that I’d even tried, and filled with guilt that I had failed.

“I’m sorry.” Alec sat forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. Like every time he touched me, I felt that incredible heat rushing down my arm and into my core. He shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. In fact, knowing what I know now, I’m glad you left.”

I held my breath to keep myself from saying anything. I wanted to tell him I hadn’t left, but at the same time, I was determined not to.

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Born and raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project. She has participated in National Novel Writer’s Month every November since 2010. Writing isn’t the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband and two wonderful daughters.

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A Confabulated Compendium of Anecdotes Book Tour & Giveaway

 Genre: Steampunk, Fantasy
Publisher: Ocean Reeve Publishing
Publication Date: May 30, 2017
Pages: 87
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A Confabulated Compendium of Anecdotes is a Steampunk speculative collection of tales. The stories, herein, provide a glimpse into the imagination of a most anomalous Author.

Be swept away, if you dare, by sultry maidens with mechanical gadgets, hi-tech flying machines and grinding gears. Peculiar alien forms hell-bent on saving the earth, and a conglomerate of Vamps lead by Count Valdo.

Howbeit, why wait for me to tell you more, turn the book atop and be absorbed in the unputdownable.

CLOCKWORK BRIDE
Nephele’s first marriage ended in tragedy. And her second marriage seems to be headed in the same direction. Why do her husband’s die? Is she cursed? Or is she hiding a secret?

CREEP-TACULAR
Valdo, a direct descendant of Dracula must enlist the help of beautiful Genevieve, a renown Professor. His coven is in peril and without her, their existence will end.

SHADOW WALKERS
Jacques and his hired help, Bertram, find themselves crash landing to Earth, where they realise the extensive damage humans have inflicted upon the fragile environment, and who they thought were enemies, could actually be their friends.

MURDER BY COMIC BOOK
Broderick is a private investigator and his assistant Abbey is an Automaton Humanoid prototype. When a series of murders in the small township of Whiteridge have Broderick baffled. The only clue, the last words of a dying man – Comic Book. He must use unconventional methods to solve the crimes.

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Writing has always been a hobby and cathartic experience for me. Turning my passion into a fulfilling career as an Author has been one of my greatest dreams. I write because creating something that didn’t exist before is as close to magic as I’ll ever get. All you need is imagination.

I’ve always been passionate about storytelling and impressed by the influence it has on people and the decisions they make in life. I love engaging with the projects I work on, diving headfirst into the research, investigation, and production of stories I feel are worth writing about. I am a curious and proactive Author, interested in preserving the foundations set by classical literature by adapting them to modern themes and trends.

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