Sunday, October 22, 2017

Six on Sunday - BLOOD TENDERLY, a Paranormal Horror Romance

Six paragraphs from BLOOD TENDERLY, a paranormal horror romance by Linda Mooney written as Gail Smith.

He tracked her, making sure she neither saw him nor heard him. Anger slowly boiled inside him. He could not tolerate her being here. These were his woods, his domain, and other than the animals that he used as a food source, no one else was allowed to be here. It would be interesting to see where she was going. To see if she was visiting, or a deliberate trespasser. Because if she had set down roots, he would need to deal with her intrusion, and quickly.

2. Something gouged her flesh, starting at the top of her shoulder and running down the side of her arm to her elbow. It was quick but not deep. Lark felt a flash of pain and clutched her arm as the burning hit her.

3. “Why? Why do you want me to die? What have I done?” She tried again to dislodge it, without success. “Why are you being such a son of a bitch?”

4. His anger manifested itself. Maul let out a bone-chilling roar as he expanded, growing larger and more menacing. Turning the air around them into a seething whirlwind and sending leaves, limbs, and dirt flying. Lark threw her arms up to protect her face, but the debris cut into her exposed skin and clothes. She felt needle-sharp pricks embedding themselves into her hair, down to her scalp. Fearful that opening her mouth to protest would cause the stuff to fly up into it, she kept low and stayed mute.

5. She’d almost told him how her trips were becoming almost impossible. If the trek was mostly along a roadway, or on somewhat level terrain, she wouldn’t have as much difficulty. But most of the land she had to navigate was hilly and often rocky, requiring her to climb as well as hike. The little amount of money she made off of her figurines went directly to buy staples she needed from the market, which meant she didn’t have enough to spare for a motel room. Because she couldn’t make it back to the cabin that far and in the dark, she always had to find a safe place to spend the night. Sometimes that was up in a tree. Otherwise she could be attacked by wild dogs or other animals. 

6. Your blood is warm.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Please Welcome Shereen Vedam as She Tells Us About Her Epic Fantasy Romance, HIDDEN, Tales of Ryca, Book 1

Tales of Ryca
Book 1
Shereen Vedam

Genre: Epic Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication:  October 10, 2017

ISBN: 978-0-9953447-2-3
ASIN: 978-0-9953447-2-3

Number of pages: 346
Word Count: 82,380

Cover Artist: Wicked By Design

Book Description:

Come out, come out, wherever you are...

A fugitive from an evil sorcerer, GILLY hides among shadows, tortured by memories of the family she lost. Her twisted leg is both a hindrance and a reminder of her tragic past. For twenty-three years, she disguises herself as an eccentric goat herder and lives alone at the edge of an idyllic village. Who would notice her here?

From a distance, she keeps a maternal eye on her only remaining sister, ANNA. But in a moment of crisis, her fantasy of safety is shattered. Her use of magic lifts the veil and now she and Anna must flee again. The evil sorcerer, and the malevolent King he serves, are on their scent.

A perilous journey across unknown terrain with family, friends and strangers, leads Gilly and Anna back to the beginning. To discover hidden secrets, earn forgiveness for past discretions and perhaps even find enduring love. If they manage to stay alive long enough.

She crouched beside him and whispered, “Stand up.”
He lay unmoving.
With a frustrated cry, she slung his left arm around her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” He slurred the question around a swollen lip and a missing tooth.
“Getting you out of here.” She tried to lift him and buckled under his weight. For such a slender man, he was heavy. “You need to stand.”
“No.” His gaze trained on the white stallion, he removed his arm from around her shoulder. “He’ll be back. Leave me. Leave Nadym. Not safe here anymore.”
“Fine, I’ll go. But with you.”
“No!” His rejection was vehement. “Let me die. I deserve it.”
Gilly sat back in shock. “No one deserves to die.” She said the words with force and then glanced at the frightened crowd on the street. Had anyone heard? No, the din was too loud, thank the Light. Gilly moved his arm back across her shoulder. “You will not die. I won’t let you.” She needed to get him off the porch, away from watchful eyes.
 “Stop it.” His protest was fainter this time and his eyes were closed. Any moment now he would be a dead weight.
She debated stringing together a spell to lighten his weight. It was either that or drag him, which would be slower and louder. Before she came to a satisfactory conclusion, someone lifted Tom's other arm. She gasped in fright before recognizing Anna’s scowling face.
Her sister appeared none too pleased to be back out here.
Gilly’s emotions rocked from relief to horror. She feared her heart was permanently lodged in her throat. “Why can’t you ever listen to me?”
“Do you want help or not?”
“Then shut up and lift. I don’t know why I bothered to help your ungrateful butt. And don’t expect a repeat of the gesture. We’re done once we leave the village. I only came as a “thank you” for coming for me. Now and before.” She paused to gulp in air, as if admitting to the role Gilly played in both those rescues was tougher than hauling Tom.

About the Author:

Once upon a time, Shereen Vedam read fantasy and romance novels to entertain herself. Now she writes heartwarming tales braided with threads of magic and love and mystery elements woven in for good measure. She's a fan of resourceful women, intriguing men, and happily-ever-after endings. If her stories whisk you away to a different realm for a few hours, then Shereen will have achieved one of her life goals.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

New! BLOOD TENDERLY, a Paranormal Horror Romance by Linda Mooney Writing as Gail Smith

Paranormal Horror Romance
by Linda Mooney (writing as Gail Smith)
Word Count:  11K
$1.99 e / $6.99 p

With the cold weather quickly setting in, Lark is trying to ensure she has what she needs to make it through another bone-chilling winter in the cabin in the woods, but something has decided to pay her a visit. The question is, who? Or better yet, what?

There is a human invading his sanctuary, and he is determined to get rid of her. Humans in the past have left of their own accord, but not without a threat from him. However, this one is proving difficult. But she’ll go. One way or another, he will make her.

The thing is demanding that Lark leave, but she has nowhere to go. No one who cares.  So she's determined to stand her ground.

After all, what does she have to lose, besides her life?

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Friday, October 13, 2017

Please Welcome Deborah Bailey as She Tells Us About Her Paranormal Fairy Tale, ONCE UPON A PRINCESS: Heart of Stone

I'm excited to share that my new short novella, Once Upon A Princess: Heart of Stone is now on sale on It's book one of a two-book series.
For a limited time the book will be available for 99 cents on Amazon. If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for free.
Check it out here:
Book two will be out in a few weeks! So watch out for the details about that. :)

(This book will be exclusive to Amazon for the time being. But book two will be available on other bookseller sites.)

Once Upon a Princess: Heart of Stone

In this short and sexy "fairy tale" novella, a princess finds that love with a shifter hero is not without complications – but there is always a happily-ever-after.

(No cliff-hangers. The story is complete. Mature readers only.)

"Heart of Stone"

In the ruins of a country destroyed by a curse. Princess Leesa goes looking for a way to help her people. Desperate to find an item of value to trade for supplies, she trespasses into an abandoned palace.

There, she finds more than she bargained for when she encounters a lonely Gargoyle who offers to provide her with everything she needs, for a price.

If she's willing to pay it, she may find the love she's been looking for. Or she may lose it, forever. 

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Please Welcome Collin Piprell as He Talks About His Sci-Fi Mystery Thriller, GENESIS 2.0

Genesis 2.0
Magic Circles Series
Book 2
Collin Piprell

Genre: Sci-Fi, Mystery Thriller

Publisher: Common Deer Press

Date of Publication: October 5, 2017

ISBN: 9781988761039

Number of pages: 660

Cover Artist: Ellie Sipila

Book Description:

A nanobot superorganism lays waste to the Earth. Is this the apocalypse? Or does the world’s end harbor new beginnings?

Life will always find a way. Though some ways are better than others.

Evolution on steroids and crack cocaine —the most significant development since inanimate matter first gave rise to life.

You can’t predict novel evolutionary developments, you recognize them only after they emerge.

Then you have to deal with them.

Excerpt 2 (445 words)
despatch from hell ~ chickenman’s brag
FIRST I should introduce myself.
The name is Brian Finister, sometimes known in the old days as Brian the Evil Canadian. And that was quite some time ago, because I’m a hundred and thirteen years old. Can you believe it? I look no more than forty. Same as back in Worlds UnLtd which, after all, was Aeolia’s predecessor, I can present myself as any age I want.
Or any ages, come to that. Back in the Worlds, I was a dab hand at running two teleps at once. Telepresent Ebee Projections Were Us, eh? Same-same in the mallster holotanks. Aside from Sky herself, nobody could do it the way I did. I was here, I was there, I was nearly everyfuckingwhere, with no one ever the wiser.
“Chicken Man!”
That was Sweetie. I’ve recorded her interjection because I’m going to have to explain all this later. For the record, I’ve replied thusly:
“Shut the fuck up, Sweetie.”
“Hee, hee.’ Her again.
Boilerplate response: “Shut the fuck up, Sweetie.”
I was talking about running multiple teleps at the same time. What I’m doing here is all that and more.
Get this. Right now I’m lurking here in my hideyhole, snug as a bug in a rug. Safely nowhere that is anywhere, while another me sits downstairs in Boon Doc’s Bar, my headquarters these past eighty years or more, one hand on a beer glass and the other on one of Keeow’s tits.
Anybody goes looking for me, it’s the scendent Brian downstairs they’re going to find. Meanwhile, the better part of scendent me is parked upstairs here in this counterfeit La-Z-Boy with what looks like a PC on my lap. In fact this is a contraband GeezEeezee writer/editor keyboard that ascended to Aeolia along with me and the rest of Soi Awol circa Bangkok 1984. Never mind this GeezEeezee All-in-one Instant Author is an anomaly — it didn’t come on the market till forty-odd years after 1984 — it’s an obsolete piece of shit nobody’s used for thirty years. Still, I like the feel of the thing. Sometimes the old ways are just better.
So why bother writing this stuff? These despatches are a history, an account of things Aeolian for readers I can’t even imagine sometime down the road. What creatures, in what future world, are ever going to read it? Maybe machines. Or cockroaches. Probably nobody.
Wallpaper can’t read. And the posits don’t want to. Don’t need to, they think.
That’s here in Aeolia. Call it Genesis Take Two, eh? Godhood gone to Sky’s head. Never mind there are bugs in the heavenly ointment, only some of which she recognizes.

About the Author:

Collin Piprell is a Canadian writer resident in Thailand. He has also lived in England, where he did graduate work as a Canada Council Doctoral Fellow (later, a Social Sciences and Humanities Fellow) in politics and philosophy at Pembroke College, Oxford; and in Kuwait, where he learned to sail, water-ski and make a credible red wine in plastic garbage bins.

In earlier years, he worked at a wide variety of occupations, including four jobs as a driller and stope leader in mines and tunnels in Ontario and Quebec. In later years he taught writing courses at Thammasat University, Bangkok, freelanced as a writer and editor, and published hundreds of articles on a wide variety of topics (most of these pieces are pre-digital, hence effectively written on the wind). He is also the author of short stories that appeared in Asian anthologies and magazines, as well as five novels (a sixth forthcoming in 2018), a collection of short stories, a collection of occasional pieces, a diving guide to Thailand, another book on diving, and a book on Thailand’s coral reefs. He has also co-authored a book on Thailand’s national parks.

Common Deer Press is publishing the first three novels in his futuristic Magic Circles series.

Collin has another short novel nearly ready to go, something he only reluctantly describes as magic realism. Less nearly ready to go are novels he describes as a series of metaphysical thrillers. Not to mention several Jack Shackaway comic thrillers, follow-ups to Kicking Dogs. He also has a half-finished letter to his grandmother, dated 10 October 1991, saying thanks for the birthday gift.


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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Please Welcome Maureen Bonatch as She Tells Us About Her Paranormal Romance, EVIL SPEAKS SOFTLY

Evil Speaks Softly
The Nightwalkers Series, Volume 1
Maureen L. Bonatch

A paranormal romance from The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: October 11, 2017
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor, DCA Graphics

Tagline: Everyone has a story to tell. Even the dead.

They were never supposed to meet. Fame came easy for Liv by following in the footsteps of the female writers in her family. The cycle repeated for decades…until Liv changed the story. Her villain doesn’t like the revision—and he isn’t a fictional character. In his story, the bad guy always wins.
They were never supposed to find love. Liv never questioned her demanding nocturnal muse, or the strange incidents in her old, family home until she met Gage. His job was to watch her from afar, not reveal the truth about the curse and the stories of the dead. They’ve broken all the rules. Together they unravel secrets as they strive to stop the cycle. Liv’s ability to find love, and protect her loved ones, hangs on the fickle whims of the dead—and they’ve got nothing to lose.

Evil Speaks Softly
Maureen L. Bonatch

Key Words: Fantasy, Romance, Suspense, Ghosts, Spirits, Demons, Badass Heroine, Serial Killer, Small Town, Family, First Person POV, Past Secrets, Scary, Demonic 
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

Page Count: 312
Word Count:  82982 
Digital Price: 5.99
Print Price (if applicable): 16.99
978-1-5092-1708-3 Paperback 
978-1-5092-1709-0 Digital 

“I met this strange man at the bar last night. He told me some really weird
            I paused. When she remained silent, I continued. “He said it was related to my writing.” She watched me with the fascination of one who desperately wanted to look away but couldn’t. As if a deer blinded to the oncoming headlights, she was fixated, trapped. “He said to talk to you.”
I searched her face. I knew my Grams. When resignation settled on her features a knot clenched in my stomach from either fear, or the excitement of validating Gage didn’t fabricate the story. Perhaps he wasn’t crazy.
            Grams slowly closed her eyes and opened them again. “He found you?”
            I nodded.
             She turned to stare out the frosted window where the birdfeeder sat frozen over from the recent snow. “I can’t believe he took that risk. Watchers are never to approach the Recorders. It could totally upset the balance.” She worried her lower lip between her teeth.
             When she used the same terms as Gage, my anxiety elevated. I expected her to deny his claims and then we’d laugh about the incident. “Grams, please tell me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took a deep breath. “Some weird things happened last night. Occasionally I notice unusual things, but it’s an old house and I have an active imagination, but this time it scared me.”

About the Author:
Short Bio:  
Maureen Bonatch grew up in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons—hockey, biking, sweat pants and hibernation—keeps her there. While immersed in writing or reading paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music, and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line.
Long Bio:
Maureen Bonatch dreamt of becoming a Solid Gold Dancer. When the show ended, she continued dancing in her living room but pursued other dreams. Surviving twins gave her the confidence to learn to belly dance, declare herself a tequila connoisseur, and act as biker babe to her alpha hubby. These adventures, her vivid imagination, and a love of sarcasm help her craft stories full of fun, magic and mayhem.

Maureen lives in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons —biking, sweat pants, hockey and hibernation—keep her there. While immersed in paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line. She enjoys reading & writing—of course! Also bicycling, being a backseat motorcycle babe, watching movies, hockey, wine tasting (usually in her living room where she still dances) and laughing.

Discomforting Thoughts About the Author & Evil Speaks Softly:
·       As a writer who 'writes by the seat of her pants' Maureen’s relentless characters can be demanding in wanting their story told and often have their own agenda. They just aren’t ruthless spirits and there’s no ancient curse…that she’s aware of.
·       The herniated disc Maureen suffered from while writing this story may have leaked a little extra darkness into the tale.
·       Maureen’s first house had a restless spirit.
·       Twins run in Maureen’s family—just no feisty triplets.
·       Maureen has no knowledge of wrestling but she did watch some WWF back in the day for entertainment.
·       Maureen believes she has had sleep paralysis in the past.
·       Nighttime spirits don’t terrify Maureen much since she’s up at the crack of dawn and can barely stay awake after 9:30 p.m.

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