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Jordanna East is in the spotlight!

And she’s got a surprise.

Her thriller, Blood in the Past, is free right now on Amazon!

Go HERE to get yours.

But first, enjoy our interview and my review for Blood in the Past.

See what’s cooking and what you’re in for!

I don’t want to keep ya’ll waiting, so let’s get started.

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When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
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I was always a creative person, but mostly in the visual arts. As the bio I’ve posted all over the web states, I started writing because I was broke and unemployed and my cable had been shut off. I read a lot of true crime and crime fiction and, since I went to school for Biology, Psychology, and Criminology, I thought I’d try my hand at writing and see how it went. Well, when I finally found a job, some coworkers came across the few chapters I had written and couldn’t stop gushing about them. But it wasn’t until recently, when one of my good friends passed away (after which one of the characters was named), that I decided to go ahead and finish the story. One thing led to another and I really started to love writing and hate when I wasn’t writing. The idea of finishing the one story turned into the goal of finishing a series. And my love of writing turned into a notebook full of future ideas.
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I see that Blood in the Paint is coming this winter. When writing this series, did you already have a general idea for each book or did it start as one book and you made it into more than one? I’ve always wondered about that.
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Dammit, I kind of already answered that in the previous question. I’ll elaborate. I actually started writing Blood in the Paint first, but as the story progressed and became more about the characters’ psychopathies, I wanted to show the chain of events that led them there. So I wrote Blood in the Past. Somewhere in there I realized these characters would make for a great series and I sketched some general ideas for two more full-length books.
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How do you feel about cliffhanger endings?
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I honestly LOVE a cliffhanger ending that makes me stark-raving mad with fury. But, obviously, that’s just me, so I try to write cliffhanger endings that tie up most of the story with the cliffhanger only alluding to next book’s story arc. My husband has read the first draft of Blood in the Paint and he lost his mind over the ending. But in a good way. Not in a stark-raving mad with fury way.
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Which character was easiest to write and which was the hardest?
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This is going to make me sound like a complete psycho to those who have already read Blood in the Past, but Lyla Kyle was the easiest to write. I started the story with her. I love writing her, but I can’t say why for fear of ruining anything for anyone. As for the rest of the characters, my own experiences are scattered among each of them, so they’re all easy to write in spots. But I would have to say that Jason Brighthouse was the hardest. He was my first male character, so I wanted to get him right (CJ is a male, but I kind of wrote him based on someone, so he wasn’t so bad). I’ve read too many books where the male leads just screamed “written by a woman!” and I didn’t want to fall into that category.
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Books are listed under many different genres. What genre would you say best describes Blood in the Past?
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I actually had to look that up when I first finished Blood in the Paint! They are technically Psychological Thrillers. They don’t fall under mystery/suspense because you know who’s doing what. I suppose they can be considered as Crime Thrillers, but the focus of the series is more on the criminals where most Crime Thrillers are about the investigation of the criminals.
Are you finding it easier to write Blood in the Paint than it was to write Blood in the Past?
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As I mentioned, I wrote Blood in the Paint first, but I can still compare the two. They each had their own challenges. Blood in the Paint was my very first piece of fiction writing. I wrote it by the seat of my yoga pants and as I did research and learned more about writing I had to keep going back and changing things. By the time I wrote Blood in the Past, my creative writing skills had vastly improved. Unfotunately, the story takes place–you guessed it–in the past, so I had to make sure everything I wrote worked with what takes place later, which was just plain annoying. Note to self: don’t write things out of order.
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Do you have any hobbies?
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Well, like any good writer, I’m a voracious reader. I also enjoy painting and drawing, though I don’t get much time to do either anymore.
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Now for five fun short questions! Yay! I love these! It’s like a lightning round!
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Favorite TV show? Right now, Scandal.
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A phobia? Jellyfish scare me more than sharks.
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Cook or go out to eat? If everyone could cook like me, they’d never go out.
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A steak or a burger? Big, bloody steak.
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Sweet or salty snack? The sweeter the better.
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Thanks so much for visiting my blog and taking time out to answer my questions. I would be thrilled to have you back again when Blood in the Paint is released.
Thank you so much for having me! I love your blog and I’m thrilled to be a part of it. And you can definitely expect me back this winter!
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Jordanna East readily confesses that she started writing a novel one day when she was broke and unemployed. Her cable had been turned off. SHE WAS BORED. So she sat down on her bed and started writing…and she hasn’t stopped. Though, now she has cable and pens her Psychological Thrillers at an actual desk. Blood in the Past is the prelude novella to her debut Blood for Blood Series, which follows three lives entwined by deaths and consequences, revenge and obsession. Blood in the Past is scheduled for release June 19, 2013.

Visit her website here

See what she’s up to.

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A psychological thriller sure to get your endorphins pumping!

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My Review
Actions have consequences.
You’ve heard of the ripple effect. A pebble tossed in the water creates ripples, which grow, expanding outward.
Jillian is the pebble, and her affair with a married man is the first ripple.
What happens after are the expanding ripples.
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I didn’t expect to like  Jillian so much.
She’s messing with a married man, and no matter what lies of his she chooses to believe, it’s a big no-no in my book.
Powerful writing drew me to Jillian. I wanted more for her. I wanted her to be happy and free.
As she gets tangled in a web of lies and infidelity, I became more and more fearful. Her obsession with her lover grows and takes a bizarre turn.
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If only Jillian and her roommate hadn’t been mugged.
If only  Calvin Kyle hadn’t been the responding police officer.
If only he hadn’t been so attractive.
If only they hadn’t started their affair.
A lot of if onlys.
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There are so many people affected by this affair. So many victims.
I guess you could call them collateral damage.
Jillians act of desperation plows through several families, leaving bodies in her wake.
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I almost didn’t want to continue reading. I just knew this wasn’t going to be pretty, but I had to know what happened.
Boy, was I right.
This short story had me sweating blood! It was relentless.
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Blood in the Past is only 8 chapters, but by the time you finish reading, it will feel like a lot more.
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The writing is bold, making this cast of dysfunctional and flawed characters come to life in the pages.
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As Blood in the Past is the prelude novella to the Blood for Blood Series, I can hardly wait to see what the author has cooked up for her other stories.
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Such strong writing, if I didn’t already know, I never would have guessed this was the authors debut novel.
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5 Stars
Don’t forget to get your free copy of Blood in the Past HERE.
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WWW Wednesday

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Hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading?

• What did you recently finish reading?

• What do you think you’ll read next?

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What are you currently reading?

 The Eyes of Love by Angelina Rose 

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At long last, Sally Overby falls in love again in THE EYES OF LOVE, the new book in Angelina Rose’s series about the people in Mill Creek Crossing.

After a tragic loss five years ago, Sally becomes an Attorney in Atlanta. She convinces herself that all she’ll ever need again is her young son, David, and her life as an attorney. Until one day, Colin Dean barges back into her life and promptly blows her safe world apart, driving her crazy as only a guy she’d had a “school girl crush” on can. But will Colin be able to convince her that’s it safe to love him… and that forever isn’t really out of reach?

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What did you recently finish reading?

Getting Back to Normal by Marilyn Levinson

Getting Back to Normal

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Sixth-grader Vannie Taylor’s mom has just died. Her father, completely lost without his wife, brings Vannie and her younger brother to live in a dismal cottage on the estate where he manages craft fairs, dinners, and other events. When strange events start happening around the estate, Vannie decides to investigate, and soon discovers a ghost who wants her to help him make amends for something in his past. Vannie’s life is starting to get back to normal, but  in a way she’s never imagined.

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What do you think you’ll read next?

Leashed by Zoe Dawson

Leashed (Going to the Dogs, #1)

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First book in the Going to the Dog series and is a short novella at 26,000 words.

Jack has some ‘splainin’ to do!

That’s right! Callie Lassiter’s normally well-behaved Great Dane Jack has run off and done the wild thing with the neighbor’s dog. It must be puppy love! It’s doubly embarrassing since she’s a professional dog trainer. Of course, the neighbor would have to be hot, hot nightclub owner bad boy Owen McKay, just the kind of man Callie is determined to avoid.

Owen’s comfortable with his playboy status and the hype in the media. But the ground moves beneath his feet when he gets an eyeful of the girl next door. The Dog Whisperer never looked this good! How can he convince this wholesome honey that his player days are behind him? Maybe Jill, his Great Dane can help him with this dilemma now that she’s pregnant and Callie’s dog is to blame.

Is this bad boy a bad bet?

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So, whatcha readin?

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Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page.
•Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

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My tease for today is from Morning Warning by A.M. Sawyer

Morning Warning

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With a frigid tingling creeping up my spine, I watched as a giant rope of blackish Hell touched the ground no more than two hundred yards away from us. I was frozen and rooted to the spot, as I watched it grow bigger and bigger right before my eyes. Worse still, it started moving in my direction.

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This one is giving me the heebie jeebies!

I live in the south and tornadoes are very common.

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How about you? Got a tease? Tell me!

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This is an exciting day!

Starfire by Michele N. Zugnoni is now available.

Happy Release Day.

Feast your eyes on the stunning cover art, read the blurb to know more about Starfire, and join in the festivities.

Starfire
Chronicles of Shadow Mist

Book One

Michele N. Zugnoni

Starfire

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Genre: new adult paranormal romance

Publisher: Forbidden Press

Date of Publication: July 30

ISBN 978-0-9895690-0-2

ASIN: Not assigned yet

Number of pages: 400

Word Count: 110,000

Cover Artist: Michele N. Zugnoni

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Book Description:

From an ancient battle comes a forbidden love … and the chance to hope again.

Destined to destroy vampires, or refuse and be executed, seventeen-year-old Julia Kirkwood finds herself drawn to two things: a life of partying and rebelling against the law, and Clay Blackwell. The trouble is, Clay happens to be the son of the Lumince high priestess, the leader of a race of peace-loving vampires, and Julia’s father’s unspoken enemy. For Julia isn’t just a Reaver, she’s the daughter of the Reaver Chief. And Julia’s father is furious to discover she’s secretly dating and falling in love with a Lumince, particularly after an attempt at peace crumbles in bloodshed.

When her father intensifies his attack against the Luminces, endangering the lives of Clay’s people, Julia’s forced to take a stand. She must choose to accept her destiny as a Reaver, or claim her heart and find the inward strength to declare war against her own flesh and blood. Interwoven with her fate are the ramifications of a love story as forbidden and passionate as her own: the ancient romance that sparked the creation of Reavers and Luminces, igniting this centuries-old feud. Will Julia’s feelings for Clay be enough to transcend centuries of love-turned-hate? Or will their final hope for peace be incinerated in a fiery war?

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An excerpt from chapter 2, Clay’s POV…

“D’you ever wonder,” Julia’s fingers glided along her cat’s back, blazing a path into its fur, “if there’s a place so far away, it just has to be perfect? That –” she sighed, “that maybe if we traveled far enough, we could – I don’t know, we could maybe cut around the bull shit and the lies and just live the life we’re supposed to live? Free of everything but the truth and ourselves?”

Clay tilted his face toward the stars. “Maybe. If there’s a place far enough away.”

“Sometimes I feel like there has to be.” She pulled her gown around her legs, letting the material drift against her skin. “Otherwise, what the hell else is there?”

“Mrow,” agreed the cat, nuzzling its cheek against Clay’s hand.

“Nice cat.” Falling onto the deck, Clay scratched behind the creature’s ears. “What’s its name?”

“Pandora.” Julia pushed herself to her elbows, causing the feline to fall onto her lap with a startled mrow. She smoothed her apologies against its fur. “Named her after a story my mom told me once. When I was a little girl.”

His heart sprinted as he stared into her eyes: stained with starlight and sparking with secrets, they grabbed hold and wouldn’t let go. “A story?”

“Hmm.” She nodded. “About a girl who just couldn’t take no for an answer. She opened this box she wasn’t even supposed to touch, and let out all the dark, evil things of the world. Anger. Jealousy. Spite. Malevolence. Everything bad. Until she got smart and slammed the lid shut, trapping just one thing inside. You know what that was?”

“Tell me.”

Julia tilted her face to the heavens. “Hope,” she murmured, her answer mingling with Clay’s whispered: “Hope.”

A crease formed between her brows, and she lowered her gaze to skewer Clay with her fiery stare. “Thought you hadn’t heard the story, Lumince?”

Clay shrugged. “I’ve heard it. I just wanted to hear you tell it.”

The starlight faded from Julia’s eyes and she reached for her bottle of champagne. “Aren’t you breaking the rules? Coming out here to talk to me?”

Clay smothered a grimace. “Rules?”

“Yeah, you know.” Curling her hand around the bottle’s neck, she lifted it to her mouth in a fluid yank. Her throat spasmed around the rush of alcohol; plunking the bottle onto the deck, she moistened her lips and leveled him with her stare. “Should any vampire be caught keeping company with a human,” she air-quoted the law with her fingertips, “that creature will suffer no less than two years in a Reaver-run penitentiary and –”

“And no less than thirty lashes of a pinewood whip.” Clay tugged his fingers through his curls, swallowing a sigh as Pandora curled onto his lap. “I know the law.”

“Then why are you out here talking to me?”

There was a dare in her eyes, in the way she pushed her fingertips against his hand; capturing one between his fingers, he held it in his grasp. “Last I checked, Reavers didn’t exactly qualify as human. Or have the laws changed again?”

Julia arched a brow. “Nice,” she drawled, twisting her fingertip from his hand. It fell against his arm, where it burned her touch into his skin. “Do you talk like this to all the girls, or am I just special?”

Clay met her gaze and took a breath. “I’m still trying to figure that one out.”

She blinked. “Well, let me know when you do. ‘Cause I’m just dyin’ to find out.”

She tilted her head for another drink, and Clay watched as the neckline of her dress fell open, revealing the Reaver mark etched into the skin below her collarbone. Unbidden, his fingers drifted to the design: a jagged “R” seared within a circle, smooth against his touch. “Did that hurt?”

He thought he heard her breath catch; he knew he saw her eyes widen as her gaze drifted to his hand. “Enjoying the feel?”

“Sorry.” Clay yanked his hand away, his cheeks burning against the warm September breeze. “I just…I’ve never seen one this close before.”

“You mean my cattle brand?” She skimmed the mark with her hand. Her forehead creased and her mouth puckered as she stared at the fingers he’d touched her with seconds before. “It’s okay, I guess. It’s just – I’ve never had anyone touch it before. It’s . . . kinda weird.” Her hand brushed against his arm, causing his breath to catch. “But it didn’t hurt. Or, it did for a minute, when I first got the flash.”

“The flash?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “It’s like…a moment, when you know you were chosen. A searing pain, and then you get the mark. It happened when I was thirteen. A full year before any of my other friends were chosen, which really kinda sucked.” A sip from the bottle, washed down with a tuck of her mouth. She smacked her lips together. “But it’s okay. I’ve gotten over it.”

“Wow.” Clay raised his brows.

“Yeah. I guess.” Shivering, Julia swigged another long drink. He took the opportunity to caress her hand with his thumb, sliding it beneath his palm.

She shifted until she was sitting, her gaze drifting to his mouth. “I wonder…”

“What do you wonder, Jewels?”

Her eyelids fluttered at the endearment, a spark of surprise sizzling through her gaze. “I – I wonder if …” Julia’s free hand glided into the air, and she skimmed her fingertips against his lips. “Do you mind?”

Clay swallowed and leaned forward as her touch seared itself into his skin. “D-do I – Oh.” He blinked. “Oh, yeah. Um, okay. Sure.” He slid open his mouth to reveal a pair of gleaming white fangs.

She smoothed her fingers over their tips, wincing as they pricked her skin. “They’re sharp.”

“It’s okay.” Flipping his hand, he captured her fingers between his own. “I don’t bite, and I never hurt.”

He was caught within her stare, pulled within the molten fire flashing through her eyes. His heart dipped as she yanked her hand from his touch, a guarded mask slipping over her features. A second later, and the bottle was at her lips, the rush of liquid flooding her throat. He caught the bottom with his hand, causing her to lower it until it hovered between them both. “Why do you drink so much?”

“Why do you care?”

“Actually,” he lowered his hand and she plunked the bottle onto the deck, “I guess I’m trying to figure out why you pretend so hard like you don’t.”

“Maybe it’s easier that way.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Clay scratched behind Pandora’s ears, making the creature purr. “Or maybe you’re just too scared to try it any other.” Her eyes flashed fire, but he caught her hand before she could flail him with her words, flipping it to run his fingertips along the lines of her palm. “I told you. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I don’t hurt, and I never bite.”

“No.” She ripped her hand away. “You only touch.”

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Play the drinking game.

Shaken or stirred?

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Looks like mine is some good old Jim Beam and Weasel’s blood ~ Sly’s Swallow!

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Starfire Playlist

Punching in a Dream, The Naked and Famous

Girl on Fire, Alicia Keys

Try, Pink

Want U Back, Cher Lloyd

Eyes on Fire, Blue Foundation

Part of Me, Katy Perry

Die Young, Ke$ha

Silent Lucidity, Queensryche

I Think We’re Alone Now, Tiffany

We’re Not Gonna Take It, Twisted Sister

The Promise, When in Rome

We are Young, Fun

Theme Song: Young Blood, The Naked and Famous

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About the Author:

Michele N. Zugnoni

Michele is a recovering demon (AKA attorney) who left the legal field to follow her dreams of writing and teaching college-level English. In her spare time, she enjoys traveling as far as her credit card will take her, reading an assortment of fantasy and paranormal, and playing with her frisky animals (two black cats and two loud-mouthed cockatiels).

She’s loved vampires since she was four, when her BFF confided that her older sister was a vamp who enjoyed drinking blood. Like any four-year old, Michele thought this was the most awesome thing ever. Michele currently lives in Modesto, California, but will move to Santa Barbara to begin a Ph.D. program in education and literacy this fall.

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I love angels and I believe we all have a guardian angel, even though I wonder where mine is most of the time. I picture ‘him’ standing on the sideline of my life, having a good laugh.

Enjoy my spotlight for Guardian Angels.

I have a sneak peek for ya!

Guardian Angels

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Guardian Angels by Andrew P. Weston

In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.

But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?

Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?

 Enjoy this sneak peek inside Guardian Angels

Making his way across the muddy fields behind the house of the Drake residence, David Collins had to smile to himself in satisfaction.

Sure enough, while the family had beefed up security at the front of their home, he had been correct in his assumption that they wouldn’t bother much with the back.

The low wire mesh fencing separated the home from miles of open farmland bordered by statutory brambles, thorns, and thistles.

They obviously didn’t think anyone would try to get through. And they were right—who in their right mind would traipse through this muck?

David amused himself with the fact that he probably wasn’t in his right mind. The people he represented were not just anyone.

That’s why he couldn’t afford to mess about any longer. They would want results, and he was here to get them. Heavily shielded, a taser tucked snugly in one pocket and a dart gun in the other, he was determined to come away with answers.

No more Mr. Nice Guy, he thought.

Coming at last to the back fence, he looked around to ensure no one was in a position to see it bend under his weight.

He climbed over. A dirty plastic swing and a deflated plastic paddling pool in the back yard confirmed he was in the right place.

Other toys were littered around the poorly kept garden—a bike, a ball, some cars along with a few “Action Man” figures, all scattered and abandoned along the concrete path. The back door was conveniently ajar.

Perfect!

Removing both the dart gun and the taser from his pockets, he started along the path, quickening his pace as he drew nearer.

Burst in, stun them, read them and then out through the front door with my face covered until I’m out of camera shot, then I’m away, he thought.

A rear window was also open, and he could hear the mother shouting to the boy inside to shut up, as she was trying to listen to the BBC Broadcast. He thought he heard something about her wanting to hear what the Guardian was saying.

He was surprised. Oh, they turned up then?

However, that wasn’t as surprising as what happened next.

He was about three yards from the door when he suddenly heard a thrumming sound and found a glowing, golden blade of light held about two inches from his throat.

He froze, looking along and over the long blade at the startling woman who held it there, her magnetic grey eyes boring into his soul, a look of warning flashing in their depths.

At six feet tall, and with a physique that looked as if a goddess had somehow been poured into her black uniform and molded into liquid marble, David knew instantly who had figured him out. Shit!

He felt an invisible pressure hold him still.

A voice in his mind spoke. Hello, David, my name is Victoria. Do I have your attention?

His eyes darted about, flicking from the blade to her, then to the house before returning to the blade again.

The same voice spoke again. Don’t worry about the people in the house. They’re blissfully unaware of our presence and we’re nice and safe within your chameleon shield. I asked you a question, David. Do I have your attention?

“Err, yes!” he replied, too shocked to utter a full sentence.

He looked more closely into the face of his adversary. Her dark flowing hair was tied back, cascading over one of her shoulders. Strong features highlighted just how beautiful she was. But those intensely grey eyes terrified him; they burned with a barely restrained power that caused his teeth to ache.

Taking a deep breath, David repeated more fully, “You have my full and undivided attention, yes.”

He relaxed as the Guardian sheathed her plasma baton, and David found he could move again.

We believe you may represent a group of people who have made several uninvited approaches to our members recently in the vain attempt to offer positions of employment to them.

While every member of the Guardians is free to do as they wish, you should be aware that we are very loyal to the cause we serve, and none of us appreciate your attempts. While we don’t know your reasons, we feel they must be of a somewhat darker disposition than we would prefer. Otherwise, you would have openly made contact with us.

Make sure you tell those you serve that they would be foolish to confuse our restraint with weakness. Just because we choose to act with patience does not mean our patience is limitless, understood?

“Yes, I understand.”

I hope you do, because we do not expect to have to bump into you, or your people again under these circumstances. Understood?

“Yes.”

Oh, David, not to labor the point, but that includes circumstances like this one, yes?

“Yes, I understand clearly. I’ll make sure that’s passed along.”

Tell those you serve that this boy is protected. He is not only important to us, but to the whole world. If your people make another ill-advised attempt to gain access to him, not only will they regret it, but those making the attempt will never be in a position to harm anyone ever again. Am I making myself crystal clear?

“Yes, Ma’am”

Also, while I am fully capable of mind-reaming you where you stand and leaving your skull empty of information or coherence, I won’t. Instead I will extend to you and your people something you have failed to extend to us, simple courtesy.

It is clear you are all gifted in some way. The world needs people like you, now more than ever. Seriously think about the path you are on, because if you don’t, you will all face the consequences. Is that clear?

“Yes, very clear.”

And with that, David experienced a moment’s disorientation and found himself standing on the sidewalk next to his hired car more than a mile away.

Needless to say, he was on his phone and updating his superior within seconds, very glad to be away from that compelling woman who was so terrifyingly beautiful.

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About the Author:

Andrew P. Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boys where he was School Captain and Head Boy.

He was an active sportsperson and enjoyed rugby, martial arts, swimming, and was a member of athletics teams throughout the city.

On graduation in 1977, he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number of roles both in the UK and abroad.

In 1985, he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.

Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called The Adventures of Willy Whiskers and gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies. He was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities.

An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police.

When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark.

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M. S. Spencer is in the spotlight!

Join me in welcoming her to my blog for an interview. Then read my review of her book, TRIPTYCH.

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Welcome! Welcome! Let’s get started, shall we?

When we first met, I asked you how you came up with the title for Triptych. We had a good conversation. I know you can’t say much without spoiling the story. Could you tell us a little and did the title come first or the story?

Certainly, but first, let me thank you for having me here today. It’s always such fun to talk about oneself…J

I came up with the plotline for Triptych after reading about the legend of the Three Sisters—a set of three rocky islets in the middle of the Potomac River in Washington, DC. The story goes that one of three Indian sisters fell in love with a white settler. When her father forbade the match, she decided to swim across the river to be with her lover. Her sisters followed her, hoping to bring her back, but a huge storm sprang up and all three were drowned. The legend is that the sisters forever guard that bend of the Potomac and will kill any man who tries to cross.  I thought a story that entwined the Indian legend with that of three human sisters living high above the rocks would be very romantic. Here’s a summary:

Both Miranda Cabot and her sister Honor prefer their solitude to romance, Miranda having watched her husband die in flames on the Potomac River rocks called the Three Sisters. Not so their younger sister, Sybil, who invites a mysterious Frenchman calling himself the Chevalier du bon Arnaque to stay with them in their mansion overlooking the deadly rocks.

Misgivings about the stranger’s intentions cause Miranda and Honor to ask their neighbors Dieter Heiliger and his grandson Corey to chaperone. Three beautiful, strong-willed women living in a house with three handsome, virile men leads inevitably to an intricate web of jealousy, sex, and intrigue. Add in long-lost master artworks, stolen prototypes and a resident genius and you have a recipe for romance. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend calls for?

As to the title, I spent many a wakeful night trying to come up with it. I pored over the thesaurus entries for “three” and “tri.” I checked song titles and quotation books. Passing pedestrians would stare at me as I mumbled “triangle?—nope, clichéd—trimester? Tribbles?” Desperate, I sought solace in dessert. I swear on my mother’s Bible the title Triptych simply dropped into my lap along with the chunk of blueberry pie which I don’t think I’ll ever get out of my white skirt. (Note: a triptych is a work of art in three panels hinged together—hence three separate but interconnected pictures.)

You’ve written many books and each one is quite different. Where do your ideas come from?

The settings are all favorite places of mine: Old Town Alexandria (Virginia), Chincoteague Island, the Gulf Coast of Florida, Paris.  The setting often spurs the plot—in Mai Tais and Mayhem, the aquarium at the famous Mote Marine Labs in Sarasota simply cried out for a floating corpse. It certainly wasn’t that I wanted an excuse to loll around on the beach with an umbrella’d drink and watch for dolphins.  Some stories also contain autobiographical snippets woven into the fiction (especially my latest, Lapses of Memory).

What is your favorite part of your writing process?

Fifth revision. No, fourth. When the bulk of the writing is done and I can indulge in adding delicate touches and embellishments, enriching the action.

Do you listen to music when you are writing, or is there a routine you have for beginning a new book?

No, I can’t have any noise at all when I write. Even a car passing with radio going full blast halts the process.  I start a new book with the last line and then work backward (well, more sideways, like a drunken turtle) from there. The first three chapters are sheer hell, but after that I more or less coast between toll booths (i.e., the intermittent points at which I wonder just where I’m going with this).

What do you do to relax and unwind?

Now that I’m in Florida, I walk to the beach and stare out at the water, giving thanks for the ability to do so. Then I go back home and make a drink (not a Mai Tai, sigh) and watch the news.

Are you working on something now?

Ooh, I’m glad you asked. I’m almost finished the penultimate revision to The Mark of Love and Death (tentative title) set in Old Town Alexandria. Here’s the blurb:

Her first day as docent in the George Washington Masonic Memorial, Claire Wilding finds a distinctly non-Masonic item: a dead body. As she deals with a smitten police detective, a handsome Senator, black ops agents, and two ruthless mothers, she learns more than she ever expected to about jewels and pennies, irregular Masonic lodges, and our first President’s family secrets.

I’ve also started a story called The Wishing Tree, set in Chincoteague. It involves visiting NASA scientists, spies, and mistaken identity. And two romances. So far.

Five Fun Short Questions!

Favorite sweets?

I don’t have much of a sweet tooth (it disappeared the year I discovered beer), but now and then I fancy something chocolate—bittersweet of course, maybe with sea salt and caramel. Or plain old whipped cream!

A vegetable you can’t stand?

Okra. It’s that gooey, stringy stuff that oozes out of it—yuck. Other than that I love pretty much any vegetable, luckily for me since my family includes two vegetarians and a vegan. We always had a garden and planted, besides the usual suspects, things like artichokes (too big), corn (also too big), sorrel, lots and lots of herbs, golden beets, etc. Now my son establishes urban gardens and teaches sustainable agriculture. Where did I go wrong?

Wine or beer?

Do I have to choose? I drink a lot more wine (buttery French burgundy when I can get someone to pay for it) because it’s low-carb but I do love a nice brown or red ale.

Slow blooming romance or wham I’m in love?

Slow—I like the heroine to discover that she’s in love after she’s gotten to know her hero.

Sexiest man ever?

Sean Connery. No question.  Sexiest bad boy: Robert Downey, Jr.

Thanks again for having me Laura. I hope you read and enjoy all my books—and tell your friends!

Thank you for taking time away from your beach walk to answer my questions. I had a few chuckles from some of your answers. I wouldn’t mind sitting down and shooting the breeze with you, enjoying one of those yummy Mai Tais. Maybe we’ll spot Sean or Robert!

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M.S. Spencer

Although M. S. Spencer has lived in Chicago, Boston, New York, France, Morocco, Turkey, Egypt, and England, the last 30 years have been spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and “domestic engineer”, aka parent.  Once she escaped academia, she worked for the U.S. Senate, the U.S. Department of the Interior, in several library systems, both public and academic, and at the Torpedo Factory Art Center.  She holds a BA from Vassar College, a Diploma in Arabic Studies from the American University in Cairo, and Masters in Anthropology and in Library Science from the University of Chicago.  She divides her time between Maine and Florida.  All of this tends to insinuate itself into her works.

Writing as M. S. Spencer, she has published seven best-selling contemporary romantic suspense novels, Lost in His Arms and Lost and Found from Red Rose Publishing, as well as Losers Keepers, Triptych, Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders,Mai Tais & Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine (a Sarasota romance), and Lapses of Memory from Secret Cravings Publishing. All but Lost & Found are available in print-on-demand.

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My Review

Funny, flirty, and downright sizzling in a few places.

Triptych is a tale of three sisters. They all live together in a mansion on the bank of the Potomac River.

Sybil is the youngest, and keeps her older sisters on their toes with her propensity for flitting around willy nilly and  lifting her skirts.

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Honor is the oldest and more staid of the three, kind of like their fairy godmother, tempering their rash decisions.

Miranda is the middle child and seems to be the most grounded. She’s funny, self-confident and adventurous.

When Sybil takes an off the cuff comment seriously and goes to Craig’s List to find an aristocrat for a companion, the other sisters, after getting over the shock of someone actually answering the ad, decide to let the mysterious Luc Rever, Chevalier du Bon Aranaque, come and stay for a week. Who knows, maybe it’ll work and she’ll land her man.

Just as a precaution, they invite a family friend, Dieter, and his visiting grandson, Corey, to stay at the house while the stranger is visiting.

Pretty soon this quaint life on the river is thrown topsy-turvy as the sisters are drawn into the middle of an art theft.

In the beginning, the story flows smoothly along the shores of the Potomac, but as you read on, it picks up pace, the current rushes around the configuration of the three rocks called The Three Sisters, and as you get caught up in the chase, you end up in the rapids, rushing to the conclusion.

Triptych may be categorized as erotic, but I found more developed romance than just beyond the bedroom door scenes.

It was fun watching these sisters interact and live together. I sometimes felt like I was in another time. A step back to when life was gentler, more family oriented.

Then, situations jolt me back to the present as characters step forward and take charge.

Filled with pictorial surroundings and down to earth characters, Triptych is a grand adventure with a sensual bouquet of women looking for love.

I have three older sisters and we are all so different. Triptych took me back to when we all lived under one roof. Wow, what wonderful, outrageous fun we had. We may have gotten on each others nerves now and then, but in a pinch we were a united front, a Triptych plus one!

5 Stars

Now I have to decide which of M. S. Spencer’s books to read next!

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Welcome to My Monday Minis.

This is where I review very short stories and flash fiction.

For today I’ll be telling you about Level 9 Paranoia

by Peter Rosch

Level 9 Paranoia: Shortish Ramblings of a Self-Diagnosed Schizo

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In this case, I couldn’t resist using it. You’ll see!

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Think everyone’s out to get you? You aren’t alone. Or are you? Either way, you’ll get no argument from Peter Rosch. Take an exciting–albeit brief–ride in the clown car that is Rosch’s mind, where you’ll discover how some of life’s most only-seemingly mundane happenings could spiral quickly out of control. Bake sale brownies, NYC cabbies, folks in need of aide, flying First Class, and more–it could all be the end of you. Rosch has taken it upon himself to map it out for those of us who lack the natural ability to see all the disturbing possibilities that exist when you live with Level 9 Paranoia.

My Review

“Too twisted for color TV.”

I love being able to use that quote and it fits the bill with Level 9 Paranoia.

If you think you might be paranoid, you probably are.

Have you ever had that feeling like someone is watching you, the hair on the back of your neck stands up, you break out in goosebumps, and your heart races? Maybe someone is, or maybe you’re just being paranoid.

Read these scenarios and you’ll never feel safe again.

A little paranoia is a good thing, but too much and everything looks like a disaster waiting to happen.

Now that I’ve entered the mind of Peter Rosch, I’m worried whether I’ll find my way out again.

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The Exit sign is lit, but what’s on the other side?

To fly or not to fly?

A stranded motorist or a psychopath?

Peter takes normal, everyday occurrences and twists them so you are imagining the worst case scenario.

I’m wondering what could happen now that I’ve read the book!

See, paranoia is contagious.

4 Stars

About the author

Peter Rosch

Peter Rosch is what happens when a Polish drag racing varsity bowler and a beautiful but über paranoid French Canadian Air Force brat get together on a disco dance floor in glorious Albuquerque, NM. He’s a recovering alcoholic who favors the run-on sentence – the one thing for which he offers no apologies. Fifteen years in NYC as an award winning writer, creative director, and commercial director in advertising has left him moderately famous in an industry filled with the very best kind of people, lunatics. His commercial work for Levi’s, AXE, Rolling Stone Magazine, and more is polarizing, and you either hate it or love it because you’ve definitely seen it. When he isn’t writing ads, penning entries for his blog LEVEL 9 PARANOIA, outlining ideas for new books, or performing as his alter ego, Joey Jo Jo, in NYC’s most prolific douche rock band The Future, you will most likely find him playing fetch with his cat Target. Yes, his cat plays fetch.

Find out more HERE.

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Every day readers from all over the world are connecting over a love of books. And our 25 million reviews – including yours – are a big part of that conversation.

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I extend a huge apology to Bewitching Book Tours and especially to Judyann McCole!

I was supposed to have my Release Day post up on Friday to celebrate the release of Adela Arthur and the Creator’s Clock.

I mistakenly transposed the date from the 26th to the 29th. Please forgive me.

I also apologize to my readers.

Don’t you love the cover art! It has a steampunk influence to it!

Make sure to read the peek inside! Enter Adela’s world of mythical creatures and exciting adventures.  You’ll have to get this book and it’s available now!

Adela Arthur and the Creator's Clock (The Chronicles of A, #1)

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Adela Arthur and the Creator’s Clock

The Chronicle of A Book One

Judyann McCole

Genre: Fantasy

Date of Publication: July 26th 2013

ISBN: 1490322345

Number of pages: 250

Word Count: 73, 909

Cover Artist: Daniela Owergoor

Book Description:

To Who Ever This May Concern;

I wish I could tell you the contents of this book were purely fictional. That I, Adela Arthur, was just a normal sixteen year old from Portland; that dragons, giants, elves and mermaids were just myths.  Legends shared from crazy old grandparents to crazy old grandparents around campfires; after all that is what I used to believe.

I never would have thought they lived on the other side of our mirrors in a world called Cielieu. But they do…

I never would have thought there were humans, better known as Volsin that lived among them with the ability to create light from a single thought.  But there are…

I never would have thought I was one of them… But I am…

I am the last Arthur and I was brought to the human world after a Volsin, filled with greed, began to strip the light from our kind.

The human world was supposed to be a safe haven… but he’s found us and the only way to stop him is to go back to Cielieu and begin training as a student in the Elpida Castle of Light.

Like I said I wish the contents of this book were purely fictional and not my life…

~Adela Arthur

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“You look nice,” her grandfather told her as she rushed out in to the kitchen to search for the bus pass.

“Grandpapa you’re blind,” she replied, looking inside the fruit platter.

Despite the fact that she was dressed incredibly plain, something she cared less about seeing as how they were poor. She wasn’t joking, Grandpapa Keane was blind, and to the best of Adela’s knowledge, he had always been so. Luckily, he had impeccable hearing, which made his job as a musical instrument repairer quite easy, but not many people went to the local blind man to repair their guitar.

He chuckled under his breath.

“Yes, but I believe you look nice,” he told her in his dry, low voice.

Grandpapa Keane was a somewhat tall man, with silver gray hair that stopped at a little past his shoulders and a large wrinkle creased his forehead. But what made him truly memorable was his dry, scratchy voice. It sounded like he had a smoke stuck in his lungs, which he most likely did with the amount of cigarettes he went through. Grandpapa Keane always made sure to smoke outside whenever he thought she wasn’t paying attention.

“Thank you. Have you seen my bus pass?” She smiled, leaning into the counter beside him.

“Adela that’s cruel. You know I am blind.” He pulled his pale lips in to a thin line before he was unable to control his laughter.

“Ha-ha very funny. But if I cannot find my pass or wallet, I won’t be able to get to school on time. As much I would love that, I would miss my own surprise party.” Her dark long hair swaying as she moved toward the living room to continue her search.

He tried to deny it.

“There is no party,” he claimed.

“Ok grandpapa.” She knew better than to believe him by now. There was a party, there was always a party. The guest list was short; not many people could fit in their run down home at the edge of town.

“It’s in the car.” He laughed at her as he ate a strip of bacon.

“We don’t have a—Grandpapa you didn’t!” she complained. He just ignored her, dragging himself out of the kitchen and through the front door.

There, sitting comfortably in the weed and fungus covered driveway of their home, was a very old black and blue Honda Civic. The colors suited it well; it looked as though it had taken many beatings in its day. The paint was chipping off on its hood; the tires looked depressed and tired. She ran her fingers over it as if to make sure it was really there. Bits of paint came off at her touch.

Adela smiled as she stared at the car before her. “It’s beautiful…” she told.

They could not afford this; she wasn’t sure how he had managed to even get her anything but a bicycle. That was why it was beautiful.

“I had the boy make sure it was safe.” The boy he spoke of was Adela’s best friend, Hector Pelleas, the smartest teen in all of Ashland, if not all of Oregon. You would not think of him to be the car fixing type, but he just knew things.

“Stop overthinking it and go to where ever it is you go during the day,” he said, throwing her the keys before walking inside.

She did not move, just stood there, shocked. She pulled on the door a few times; it seemed the rust on its outer edges had cemented it closed. When she took a seat the engine roared to life with great force before coughing like it realized it was not the grand car it once was in its prime. The whole car itself shook slightly as if it were a tractor-trailer.

“Hello?” she answered her old cell phone with the half broken flip screen.

“Glove compartment. Now go or I will be forced to drive you myself,” Her grandfather said before hanging up.

Opening the compartment it revealed not only her bus pass, next to her wallet, but it also let out a foul odor. One of which Adela did not even want to know the sources of. She pulled out her license with a frown. It was hopefully the last time that thing ever saw the light of day.

With all the technology in the world you would think they would be able to make the pictures flattering, she thought.

Shaking her head at the run down house in front of her, Adela backed out of the driveway. It may have been the first day of fall but it did not seem that way. She had only made it a few blocks from her home when the skies opened; a full on downpour ensuing as a result. But that was Oregon. One-minute perfectly sunny day and the next you’re under a cold waterfall. This was just one of the ways that today was going to suck. She could feel it; she didn’t know why but she had this odd feeling, like something bad was going to happen.

She parked in the student parking lot and watched as the students of Ashland High ran under their jackets and books to avoid the rain like animals clearing a watering hole. High school was a jungle and something bad always happened in the jungle. She double-checked her zipper on her backpack before putting it over her shoulder. As she zipped up her old tattered jacket, she took a deep breath and prepared herself for the mad dash she was about to take. The minute the door was open she felt the cold water soak her jeans. Closing the door quickly, she ran as fast as she could into the brick building.

About the Author:

Judyann McCole

JUDYANN MCCOLE was a senior in high school when she started working on Adela Arthur and the Creator’s Clock during her history class. It started off as short story for a group of young kids she babysat for and grew into an adventure she herself wanted to go on. She is currently attending college in Virginia. Where she hopes to finish the next adventure in Adela Arthur’s life. She begin writing when she was in middle school most of it was just simple poetry but she was inspired by Maya Angelou and even a little of Dr. Seuss.

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It’s finally here! Now I can tell you all about Dead Girl!

Check out my review.

Check out the awesome cover art and don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

You won’t believe what is being given away and won’t want to miss your chance to win some amazing prizes!

Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge

Written by Stavros  

Illustrated by Charles Hearn

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Genre:  Horror/Thriller

Publisher: Crazy Duck Press (CDP)

Date of Publication: August 2011

ISBN: 9780982812198

Number of pages: 266

Cover Artist and Illustrator: Charles Hearn

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Book Description:

…Death was a dream of sleep where the eternally dying dream the sleep of death.  The undeniable evidence in the stillness of her being, the stark paleness of her complexion, and the lack of blood pooling from her cuts after climbing through the window whispered dark truths in her ears.  Rigor Mortis.  There was nothing familiar to Jamie about her skin.  Time and time again, she found herself asking what had happened, only to arrive at the hard won conclusion that she, Jamie Lund, wasn’t alive anymore.  Somehow in the foolhardy night, she’d been a dumb girl.  She’d gotten herself killed…

From the mind of Stavros, the critically acclaimed author of Blood Junky, comes a new twisted tale of horror and adventure.  An average girl, living in the city is murdered.  Nothing new, right?  It happens every day.  Just another statistic.  That is…until she woke up dead.

Trapped within her own decaying shell, the dead girl struggles to piece together the awful events of her untimely death and hunt down the man responsible.  Armed only with a kiss from an ancient Egyptian God, a pockmarked memory, her ex-boyfriend, and a murder of crows Jamie Lund comes face to face with something more terrifying and real than mere death…she suffers the agony of being undead!

With twelve black & white illustrations and a full colored cover from tattoo artist, Charles Hearn, this sardonic tale comes alive like no other zombie story, popping from the page with stunning, unnatural brilliance.  Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge will keep the reader on the edge of their seat suspended in this unique supernatural thriller.

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Jamie’s story begins and ends on the bank of the river.

Pulling her battered body from the cold, sucking mud, she’s disoriented, with no memory of how she got there or who she is.

In the distance she can see the lights from a city. The only other thing she sees is crows. Lots of them.

On auto pilot, she heads toward town and manages to get to her apartment. With no purse or keys, she’s forced to break a window to get in.

Once inside, she takes a look at herself. There’s a lot of blood but nothing is bleeding anymore. Her neck has bruises and her eyes are blood shot.

She moves on to what happened. How did she end up on the riverbank, why can’t she remember what happened last night?

She stumbles to her bed. As she lies there, some memories are returning. She gets flashes of a party and a man following her into a bedroom. Maybe someone slipped her a roofie.

As she lay there, the hours pass. When she tries to rise, she can’t move. She can’t even wiggle a toe! Then it sets in. The signs are now clear. Rigor Mortis!

At 22 years old, Jamie has been murdered.

She can’t go to the police for help so she turns to her ex-boyfriend Billy.  But how to tell him she’s dead?

And those crows continue to follow her.

 

Jamie may technically be a zombie, but I think of her more as reanimated. She doesn’t go around moaning, “Brains…” and doesn’t eat humans.

The only thing she craves is vengeance. She’s determined to confront whoever did this to her, even if it kills her…again.

The story is told from two perspectives, Jamie’s and Billy’s, which works well as these two used to be lovers and it explains why Billy would go to the lengths he did to help Jamie.

There are some laughable moments too. As Jamie’s body slowly begins to decompose, Billy gets creative with the duct tape. And when the maggots eventually make their appearance, Jamie starts naming them.

There’s also a surprising element in the story that shows how Jamie came back from the dead.

Dead Girl is creative, funny, and sad. I especially liked the ending. It was perfect.

I recommend Dead Girl to zombie fans and those who like some humor, some get what’s comin to ya, and some gore with their love story.

5 Stars

Quotes I liked:

“Crows swarmed above her as a single mood.”

“Millions of nerve endings reported nothingness back at her.”

“Even in death she was beautiful and that beauty gnawed at Billy’s gut with teeth.”

“…Jamie wanted this maniac, this destroyer or youth…to taste the river as she had, and feel death’s cold embrace as she had – slow and sinking.”

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 Praise for Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge…

“A Bittersweet punch with a suspenseful plot and somber romance, showing us the vulnerable perspective of death from the other side.  Definitely, not to be missed!” -Tara Lindsey Hall; Writer/Editor

“I couldn’t put it down. I loved it.  You are a great writer.  Can’t wait to read the next one.” -Bethany Tanner-Evanko, a Facebook Post

“Just wanted you to know…I was about to wrap Dead Girl in festive Christmas paper but decided to read the first page…now I’m on page 88 and I’m keeping the book…and I’m not going to bed anytime soon.” -Sabrina Buckman, a Facebook Post on Dec 21, 2011

“WOW!  Holy shit…Thank you for this.  Thank you for bringing forth a story that more than restores my faith in a type that has gnawed at my entrails for over a decade.  It was different, it was refreshing, it was a damn awesome break from the “same old, same old” crap this genre is filled with.  It’s so hard to find an original zombie tale any more.  And even harder to find someone who can make an old story their own in some personal way.  But this?  Definitely not the same old crap.”

-C. Dulaney, author of the Roads Less Traveled series

“OMZG! (Oh My Zombie Goodness)  I absolutely Loved this book. Dead Girl is not the conventional zombie book, but a great one!  It’s a book of mystery and revenge with Egyptian influence felt within the pages. Plus the actual attention to detail of rigor mortis and decomposition of the body is spot on and a great additive to the book.  I love this book and highly recommend it to anyone who loves a good revenge tale.  Plus I couldn’t put the book down!”

-Sunshine Rose, Chicago, ILL. April 2013

About the Author- Stavros:

Stavros

Notorious Poet.  Fool.  Born in WashingtonDC.  Stavros was a writer and editor for The Independent Underground Magazine.  Raised in Southern Maryland, he fled the Chesapeake Bay to the wilds of the New Mexican desert.  He is a single father of two, whose poetic works have been published in several online and print publications, including Central Avenue, The Sword That Cuts Through Stone, Poets Against The War, Conceptions Southwest, The Mynd, Imagine: Creative Arts Journal, and Bartleby, where he won a specialty award for his poem, Blackbird.

In 1999, he won an Official Selection into the Writer’s on the Edge Festival for his play, The Redline.  In 2001, he created the Poetry Television Project for public cable access in Albuquerque, NM.  All eight volumes of Ptv’s ground-breaking show were broadcast to over 100,000 viewers on a network of regional PAC channels throughout the Southwest and Baltimore.  He helped to launch Unpublished Magazine, sponsored the monthly poetry series, The Word Café, in the Duke city, and produced a political compilation, Poetic Democracy.  In 2007, he released the award-winning documentary film, Committing Poetry in Times of War.

In 2010, he launched the production management company, Organic Ghetto, and released its first imprint, Crazy Duck Press, with his first novel, Blood Junky. Blood Junky received exceptional praise and review, even being called “one of the best vampire novels ever written,” by Living Dead Media.  The following year he helped to launch BioGamer Girl, undertook a bigger East coast tour where he began selling his original photographic art, and released two new novels through Crazy Duck Press.  Dead Girl: A Romantic Zombie Tale of Revenge features a stunning full-color cover and twelve black and white illustrations from tattoo artist, Charles Hearn.   Blood Junky’s sequel, Love in Vein, cemented the One Blood series with its continuation of the story, garnering such review as to claim that the book and the series is “comparable with, and at times surpasses, the ‘Vampire Chronicles’ by Anne Rice.”

In 2012, Stavros joined forces with the Vampire Professor, Bertena Varney, M.A.M.Ed, to co-create the nonfiction annual anthology, Vampire News, and officially became a Fangsmith with the creation of Organic Ghetto’s second imprint, Kaos Kustom Fangs.  He rounded out the year by writing and editing screenplays for the One Blood Transmedia Project, recording Dead Girl as an audio book, and undertaking his biggest national marketing campaign, The Book & Fang Tour.

In 2013, he and the Vampire Professor released the second volume of Vampire News: The (not so) End Times Edition and is currently working on writing and growing his imprints.   Stavros is also a musician who has scored commercials, film shorts, documentaries, and television programs.

Stavros FB Page: https://www.facebook.com/stavros.cockrell

Author Blog: http://www.bitemereallyhard.com

Kaos Kustom Fangs: http://www.kaoskustomfangs.com/

Dead Girl CDP Page: http://www.crazyduckpress.com/#!dead-girl/c1ekr

Dead Girl FB Page: https://www.facebook.com/ogdeadgirl

CDP eShop: http://www.crazyduckpress.com/#!shop/c6cv

CDP Twitter: https://twitter.com/CrazyDuckPress

Stavros Twitter https://twitter.com/VisualLyricist

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