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Check out Tahlia Newland’s YA Fantasy Series ~ Diamond Peak ~ A Special Sale!
Posted: November 26, 2014 in Blog Tour, Series, YA FantasyTags: Author Tahlia Newland, The Diamond Peak Series, YA Fantasy
The Afterworld Series by Karice Bolton ~ Recruitz and Alibiz ~ Tour and Giveaway
Posted: November 21, 2014 in apocalypse, Blog Tour, giveaways, horror, New Adult, reviews, ZombiesTags: Afterworld Series, Alibiz, Author Karice Bolton, Recruitz
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Genres: New Adult, Post-Apocalyptic
Scientists are the new rock stars. The infection has been contained for nearly three months, and the world is celebrating. But humans are still dying. Rebekah Taylor has seen it firsthand. Her husband was killed right in front of her by the very creatures that humans were told they no longer had to fear.
Rebekah is determined to find out who is responsible for the death of her husband and the obvious cover-up. Fueled with revenge, she begins to find answers that lead to one frightening conclusion. The apocalypse might be over, but the battles are just beginning.
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My Review
I was hoping I could get the ARC of Alibiz read in time to post a review, but due to circumstances I had no control over, I didn’t get my review ready in time. So stay tuned.
Rebekah is back in town. And I’ll be back to tell you what’s what!
The outbreak might be over, but the nightmare is just beginning…
Rebekah vows to expose the truth behind the RecruitZ that are killing the innocents. These creatures must be stopped, but so should the people controlling them. When Rebekah uncovers who is behind the uprisings, her own life becomes in danger.
Rebekah knows that she is not alone in this fight but vengeance alone won’t help her and the others to victory. It is up to her to uncover the truth for the public before the world is turned over to an elite few.
Regardless of what may happen to her, she knows it’s a race against time to destroy these creatures and the monsters controlling them before there is no one left worth saving.
Luke Fletcher Series: Hidden Sins (Book 1), Buried Sins (Book 2) – coming soon
Beyond Love Series: Beyond Control (Book 1) Beyond Doubt (Book 2) Beyond Reason (Book 3) Beyond Intent (Book 4) Beyond Chance, Beyond Promise, and Beyond the Mistletoe coming soon
Afterworld Series: RecruitZ (Book 1) AlibiZ (Book 2) – October 2014
The Witch Avenue Series: Lonely Souls (Book 1), Altered Souls (Book 2), Released Souls (Book 3) Shattered Souls (Book 4)
The Watchers Trilogy: Awakening (Book 1), Legions (Book 2), Cataclysm (Book 3), Taken Novella (Watchers Prequel)
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Check out Hailey Edwards new urban fantasy ~ Dog With A Bone ~ And enter the giveaway!
Posted: November 5, 2014 in Blog Tour, giveaways, New Release, urban fantasyTags: Author Hailey Edwards, Black Dog Book #1, Dog With A Bone, New Release, urban fantasy series
Hailey Edwards has just released her new urban fantasy, Dog With A Bone.
Check out the awesome cover art.
Read the excerpt.
And don’t forget to enter the giveaway!
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Title: Dog With A Bone
Series & Number (or Stand Alone): Black Dog # 1
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Heat Level (sweet to erotic): Sweet
Author: Hailey Edwards
Pages or Word Count: 35K words
Publisher: self-published
Publish Date: 31 October, 2014
Purchase (pre-order) Links
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Cover Art Attached
BLURB:
Half-bloods with Thierry’s skill set are given two options. They can join the conclave’s marshal program, or they can pack their bags. Turn down the job offer, and you’ve just shredded your residency pass for the mortal realm and booked yourself a one-way ticket to Faerie.
Texas is the only home Thierry has ever known, and she’s not going anywhere. Even if it means following in her notorious father’s footsteps as a peacekeeper. But pinning on the badge opens her eyes to the fact sometimes fae need protection too, and that sometimes humans are the real monsters.
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An Exclusive Excerpt
Once she turned her back, I indulged in a balance exercise and walked the curb. A misstep—stupid ankle—sent me stumbling into the grass. It was softer than the curb, so I sat and let my eyes go out of focus. The houses began fading, the road crumbled. The scent of fresh-cut grass in the air turned to dust in my lungs. As I sifted through the complex layers of glamour hiding this part of town from human eyes, the tidy subdivision faded from sight into a long dirt road going nowhere.
A door slammed shut behind me, snapping me from my thoughts.
“I assume we’re taking my car,” Mai called.
I blinked free of the camouflage, and the outlines of houses rushed back into clear focus. “Against my better judgment.”
“Good. No offense.” She pushed a button on her key fob, and the garage door opened. “But your mom’s car is on its last leg—wheel? She should put it out of its misery. It would be a mercy killing, seriously.”
“It’s not that bad.” Mom’s sedan was older than I was, but it had lasted this long. Parts of it anyway.
With a shake of her head, Mai slid behind the wheel of her celery-green coupe, a graduation gift of the nonreturnable kind, stomped on the gas and spun wide, almost sideswiping me in the process.
My knees were still knocking from my near-death experience when she lowered a window.
Patting the tiny bucket seat beside her, she called, “Hop in.”
I opened the door, folded myself inside and grasped the seat belt. Groping under my hip, I finally located the receptacle and rung the slot. She spun out before I took my right foot off the ground.
“Sorry,” she chimed. “You said we’re in a hurry, right?”
I nodded, compressing my lips while fighting to keep down my breakfast.
“Does it strike you as odd that two days into your OJT, Shaw found a way to whisk you away to a fancy-schmancy hotel for a night?” she mused. “In Dallas? Far away from prying conclave eyes?”
The next turn had me swallowing hard. “It was my idea,” I muttered from between tight lips.
She cut her eyes my way, which did terrible things to my blood pressure. “Nice.”
“Nothing is going to happen.”
She clicked her tongue. “Not with that attitude.”
“He’s my partner.”
She waved one of her hands. “Before that he was a friend and then he was your instructor.”
Wrong. Shaw had never been my friend. He had been the super-hot guy the conclave called in to chaperone the field trips I went on with other fae children when Mom flaked on me at the last minute.
“I don’t get the resistance,” she grumbled. “You’re a Class R fae—a freaking Rarity, babe. That means you can have any guy you want, and the conclave can’t say boo about it. Under the Bylaws of Earthen Cohabitation, any rare fae born on Earth is granted unrestricted access to the mate or—” she wiggled her eyebrows, “—mates of their choice. If you want Shaw, you can have him. No red tape.”
“The last thing I need is to be that girl.” I huffed. “Entitlement looks good on exactly no one.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Her eyes took on a dreamy quality. “But don’t you wonder what it would be like?”
Every time I look at him.
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Author Bio:
Born in the Deep South, Hailey is a lifelong resident of Alabama. Her husband works for the local sheriff’s department and her daughter is counting down the days until she’s old enough to audition for American Idol. Her doxie, Black Ilex, helps Hailey write by snoozing in his recliner in her office.
Her desire to explore without leaving the comforts of home fueled her love of reading and writing. Whenever the itch for adventure strikes, Hailey can be found with her nose glued to her Kindle’s screen or squinting at her monitor as she writes her next happily-ever-after.
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A Five-Ingredient Mystery ~ By Cook or by Crook ~ Cozy Review & Giveaway
Posted: November 4, 2014 in Blog Tour, Cozy Mystery, giveaways, reviewsTags: A Five Ingredient Mystery, Author Maya Corrigan, By Cook or by Crook, cozy mystery

I’ve found a new cozy mystery series!
Usually I come into a series after the beginning and have to go back to catch earlier books. This time I have the first book in the Five Ingredient Mysteries, By Cook or by Crook, by Maya Corrigan.
Check it out.
Enjoy my review.
And enter the giveaway for a chance to win a signed print copy of your very own!
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By Cook or by Crook
(A Five-Ingredient Mystery)
New Cozy Series
Mass Market Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: Kensington (November 4, 2014)
ISBN-13: 978-1617731389
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Synopsis:
Take one burned-out city girl. Add a crusty codger, a pinch of gossip, and a dash of romance. Stir in a generous helping of murder and you’ve got the ingredients for one truly delicious mystery…
Haunted by the car accident that ended her career as a cookbook publicist, Val Deniston has traded in the chaos of New York City for a quieter life near the Chesapeake Bay. Living with her curmudgeonly grandfather in the tourist town of Bayport is hardly glamorous, but she enjoys working at the Cool Down Café at the local fitness club, and she finally has time to work on her long-planned cookbook. But when one of the club’s patrons is found dead, she’ll have to cook up a scheme to find the killer.
Includes 8 five-ingredient recipes!
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My Review
With tennis, vying for manager of the Cool Down Cafe, and trying to sell real estate, there are some pretty serious competitions going on in this book.
That’s what makes this such a fun mystery.
When one of the woman from the local tennis club is found murdered, there’s also an unsolved hit-and -run, and some arson going on and it may all tie together, or not.
I bet Val didn’t expect to be helping the police with a murder when she left New York City behind to move in with her grumpy grandfather in the small town of Bayport in Chesapeake Bay.
Managing the cafe and playing on the local tennis team, Val quickly gets to know a lot of the people in this small town. And like most small towns, it’s hard to keep a secret and the gossip is rampant.
Val is drawn into the murder investigation when she discovers the body of a fellow tennis player. And the number one suspect is her cousin. Not wanting to believe her capable of murder, Val starts her own investigation, but being a stickler, she doesn’t scratch her cousin off the list of suspects. And that list is long.
As Val’s suspect list shrinks, the danger escalates. She’s being stalked and someone ran her off the road. She’s getting close, but to which case. The hit-and-run, the arson, the murder, or all three?
The author had me going in circles trying to figure out who the killer was. It wasn’t obvious. There were lots of false trails. And I didn’t have a clue until about two thirds of the way through the book. There was still a ways to go so I knew things could change and have me suspecting someone else, so I paid close attention, sniffing for clues.
This cozy mystery had a lot to offer. Several mysteries, lots of colorful characters, danger, and romance.
Val and Gunnar are flirting with a burgeoning romance. This wasn’t the main focus in the mystery, just a dollop of whipped cream to add zest, and it’s early in the romance stage.
Val has her own personal mystery to solve too. Her memory of the car crash that ended her budding career in New York is still not clear. Did she cause the crash or was it an accident?
Lots of questions and the author gave me the answers bit by bit. There was no rush to wrap this up, and the ending left me happy and eager for more.
4 Stars
Thanks so much to the publisher and author for this ARC for my honest review.
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About This Author
Maya Corrigan lives near Washington, D.C., within easy driving distance of Maryland’s Eastern Shore, the setting for this series. She has taught courses in writing, detective fiction, and American literature at Georgetown University and NOVA community college. A winner of the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense, she has published essays on drama and short stories under her full name of Mary Ann Corrigan. Visit her at mayacorrigan.com.
Author Links
WebPage: mayacorrigan.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Maya-CorriganBooks/305167769636032
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Spooktacular Seductions ~ A Halloween Anthology ~ Tour and giveaway
Posted: November 3, 2014 in Anthology, Blog Tour, giveaways, Paranormal or fantasy, RomanceTags: A Halloween Anthology, multiple authors, paranormal, romance, Spooktacular Seductions
I do love anthologies and Spooktacular Seductions has a lot to offer.
Multiple authors come together to give you something paranormal and romantic for the season.
Come on in and check it out. You may recognize some of these authors and want to get to know some new ones.
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Spooktacular Seductions
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: October 31, 2014
Key Words: Romance, Short Stories, Halloween, Paranormal
Bewitching Gypsy by Linda Carroll Bradd
Fiona Mikolas is an outcast, branded by her fiery red hair and a purple birth mark—both signs of the devil. Two years earlier, she survived an influenza outbreak that claimed her peddler husband, Gregos, and her baby son, Tito. Now she lives a solitary life, traveling a circuit of southern states in America and selling healing potions. Until the night of All Hallow’s Eve, when her lonely life is changed by the arrival of two strangers in her camp.
Beaten and robbed, rancher Hagan Fletcher stumbles toward the light of a campfire in south Texas, intent on finding a way to retrieve his stolen stallion. When he awakens, he’s forgotten his name and how he came to be in the company of an exotic beauty. Fiona’s ways are a mystery but when her quick-thinking saves his life again, he looks deeper beneath the surface to who she really is.
Excerpt:
“Ye invaded me campfire. Don’t ken what ye’ll be hearing.” She split her attention between feeding the baby and inspecting the stranger. Blondish hair, prominent nose, strong jaw. His shoulders filled out the broadcloth shirt that had a hole ringed in blood on his left side. His injury must be the cause of her head ache. “Are ye a thief?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But ye had a grip on me animal’s tether, did ye not?”
He winced and lifted a hand to his temple, his gaze shooting around the area.
Head lowered, Clancy crept a few inches closer to the stranger.
The man slapped a hand to his right hip where a holster hung empty. “I have no weapon. Call off your dog.”
The babe squirmed and arched her back, fists waving in the air.
Fiona set aside the cup and spoon and stepped down the ladder to the packed dirt. She lifted the babe upright, spreading an edge of the shawl over her shoulder. As she trod the space between the campfire and Rowan, she patted the infant’s back until she heard a burp and the wee body went limp. Each pass put her within ten paces of the stranger. He posed no threat, but the strengthening pain waves coming from him wrapped a vise around her head. Before she wakened the child with her increasing tension, she settled the wee one into the wash tub lined with a blanket and scooted it behind the spoked wheels.
After straightening to a standing position, she leaned an elbow on the wheel. “I sense yer hurt, and I have the power to help. Me name’s Fiona, and ye need to be telling me what be yer injuries.”
“Name’s…” With a shake of his head, he frowned and ran a hand down his face. “I can’t recall my name.”
Bio:
As a child, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about characters having exciting adventures in places far away. As an adult, she discovered romance books and read them at every spare moment. Upon reaching a landmark birthday, she decided to write one of those romances she loved so much. Easier said than done. Perseverance paid out and twelve years later, she received her first call from a publisher and a confession story was published. Now, Linda writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor and a bit of sass, and many have a tie to her previous home of Texas.
With interests as widespread as baking, crocheting, watching dog agility matches, and reading thrillers by Swedish authors, Linda is the mother to 4 adult children and grandmother to 2 granddaughters. She currently lives in the southern California mountains with her husband of 35 years.
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Garden of Souls by Michelle Ziegler
Something, or someone, pulled Miranda to purchase the old carriage house. It was a great deal, most likely because of the cemetery or the unexpected resident, Thomas. The ghost she finds within the sanctuary of her new home should have scared her. Instead she finds herself falling in love with him.
Now, a few days from Halloween, Thomas continues to push her to live her life. He wants one night though; the one night of magic for the dead. Torn by her love for Thomas and her need for reality and human contact, Miranda takes a chance with Sean. Someone who’s alive. The guilt is eating away at her. Sean’s nice and he hasn’t run off yet, pushed away by her craziness. Miranda knows she can’t split her herself.
Choosing her heart’s desire doesn’t seem possible, but living and loving another seems like a life riddled with pain.
If This Be Madness by Echo Shea
Don’t let me go…
Those are words that break her. When the person you love most is gone, how do you let go?
And, more importantly, who will you be once you do?
Ghost of a Chance by Lily Carlyle
After years of having her college boyfriend Sean as an ex with benefits, Julie believes he is finally, irrevocably out of her life. Forever. And it breaks her heart.
Until one night he shows up at the neighborhood hangout—with a mysterious job, luxurious car, and fabulous digs. Not to mention a new determination to woo Julie.
Even as her mind says no, her heart—and other parts of her body—is saying yes, yes, yes!
Do You Believe in Ghosts by Anne Higa
Jeff Austin-LeGrange has been fleeing from the remnants of his dark and haunted childhood his entire life. The past always catches up to us, and his is no exception.
Alice Hopkins, Jeff’s high school sweetheart, has tried to forget him and tried to move on. You never forget your first love.
When Jeff’s mother dies and Alice’s father falls ill, the two are forced to confront their mutual history and their deepest desires. One thing is sure: neither of their lives will ever be the same again. Perhaps, the past can be overcome. Perhaps, it is not too late to believe in miracles. Perhaps, more than one couple will be reunited this Fall.
Who can say? With a little magic, anything is possible.
Encantado by Havva Murat
Spending Friday night in an abandoned amusement park sounded like an awesome idea to motherless, teenage track star, Remy Bordeaux—empty rides with no queues, and time alone with his best friend’s alluring sister, Rafaela, was sure to make for a memorable night.
But Friday night at Six Flags became memorable for all the wrong reasons when the park turned out to not be so abandoned after all. Rafaela goes missing after getting cozy with Remy, and everyone thinks that Remy is responsible, even his best friend.
It will take another trespassing trip to Six Flags for the truth of Rafaela’s disappearance to be revealed and for the riddle of Remy’s birth to be unraveled.
Where Angels Tread by Christy Thomas
Loralei takes extreme measures to prove her cheating husband has forsaken their bows by seeking confirmation from a fortune-teller. The truth revealed is that she’s been unfaithful in a six hundred year old spiritual marriage.
Samael, the Angel of Death must assist a young girl’s soul in ascending to heaven. An unexpected encounter with his estranged wife distracts him and the precious soul is lost.
Working together to save the endangered soul, they find the price to reach her is higher than they both anticipate.
Spooky Hollow Café by Lisa A. Adams
Aggie Pierce owns a quaint little spot, the Spooky Hollow Cafe’. Tourist come from all over the nation to her confections diner for the entertainment. Real live interacting ghosts make appearances once a day, you just don’t know when.
But, when a ghost’s crush becomes an obsession, just how far will a hero have to go to save Aggie’s life?
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Get your scare on with Short Tales of Horror Part II ~ A giveaway and my review
Posted: October 30, 2014 in Blog Tour, giveaways, horror, reviews, Short stories and collectionsTags: Author Regina Puckett, Short Tales of Horror Part II
Many of you probably know how much I love anthologies and collections, especially when it’s horror.
I have some great ones to share with you today in Regina Puckett’s Short Tales of Horror Part II.
Come on in. Get your scare on.
And don’t forget to enter the giveaway. You could win your own copy!
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Short Tales of Horror Part II
by Regina Puckett

GENRE – Horror
PUBLICATION DATE – September 2, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 77 pages
PUBLISHER – Punk & Sissy Publications
COVER ARTIST – Ryan Jorgensen owns copyright on photo. Charity Parkerson put together the book cover.
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My Review
I love anthologies and collections and the author has some good ones here.
Lets start from the beginning.
First up is Ours.
Sheriff Wilson remembers the last time paranormal investigators wanted to explore the abandoned mental hospital. A dozen people died and they still haven’t solved the case.
Now a new bunch of investigators want to turn their investigation into a haunted house tour.
When will people learn?
This was very atmospheric. Lots of strange things occurring. And the worst of the action took place in room 666. Spooky room number. Wouldn’t catch me entering it. But people do and it gets bad.
Room 666 housed Wallace Webster. A serial killer convicted of killing over 100 children and claiming to have killed many more.
No matter how many times I read stories with a similar plot or watch the movies, I’m always intrigued. I have to know how the author will spin it.
Regina did great with Ours.
Next up is Silent Baby Screams.
A mother returns home to find her baby missing. Her husband was supposed to drop off Toby at the daycare center, but when she called to check up on her baby, he hadn’t been dropped off.
When she gets home she discovers the baby room is empty. Nothing in it. It’s like little Toby was never born.
She calls the police and her husband arrives home at the same time they arrive. What’s strange is he doesn’t get out of the car. Just watches his hysterical wife as she screams for them to find her baby.
It wasn’t long before I figured out where this was going. That didn’t stop me from feeling the suspense, and the husbands odd behavior did have me baffled for a bit.
The third story is Lucky Thirteen
The number thirteen is supposed be lucky. But some people think it’s bad luck.
Granny lives alone except for her cats. You guessed it, thirteen of them.
Her daughter and granddaughter want her to move in with them. It’s getting hard for her to move around and the crime rate has risen in her neighborhood. They don’t like the idea of her being there alone. What if she’s falls? What if someone breaks in?
Someone does break in.
But I don’t think we have to worry about Granny.
This was a wicked, fun one.
Then there’s Pay Back.
This one had me going for a while. I couldn’t put my finger on just what was happening.
Jeremy stumbles out of bed, late again. His parents were going to kill him. But maybe that would be better than having to face the relentless bullies at school.
His parents don’t get how serious it is. They expect him to suck it up, be a man, and deal with it.
Jeremy finds a way to deal with it.
You know what they say about pay back…
Now for Slimmer.
Donald and his partner have created a new diet pill. Eat all you want and lose weight.
We’ve heard that one before.
Now wanting to wait for approval for human trials, Donald gets his girlfriend to try them.
She figures, why not? He’s always on her about her weight. Nagging her. And at first they work great. She can eat anything she wants and never gain a pound. But then she can’t stop eating. She’s always starving for more.
There’s no such thing as a miracle cure. And when the test rats start going crazy, you have to wonder what Donald’s girlfriend will do.
And last but not least is Sam I Am.
There’s someone living in her closet. He’s Sam I Am and he wants little Kippie out.
When Paige and Nathan bought their dream home, they didn’t know it was supposed to be haunted.
When Kippie tries to tell them about Sam I Am, they play it off as her imagination.
But now Kippie has disappeared. Police are called and the hunt begins.
Kippie warned them. She told them – “He said his mommy hurt him once, but that was okay because he fixed her wagon.”
What happened to Kippie? Does Sam I Am have her? Does he exist?
The ending is not what you expect.
So there you have it. Six scary tales to make you keep the lights on, listen when someone tells you there’s a boogeyman, and never mess with little old ladies.
I enjoyed all of these, and just finished reading Regina’s first collection of Scary Tales of Horror. You may want to check them out too.
5 Stars
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Ours
While Sheriff Wilson has no idea what really transpired the night twelve people were murdered in the old mental
hospital during what was supposed to be a simple night of ghost hunting, he was at the scene moments after the lone
survivor committed suicide. Now it’s a year later and a group of paranormal investigators want to set up a haunted
house and invite the general public in that same abandoned mental hospital. How is he supposed to keep that many
people safe from whoever or whatever killed the last group?
Silent Baby Screams
Gwen doesn’t understand why her husband resents their newborn baby so much, but she never suspects that one day
she’ll return home from work to discover their baby boy has simply vanished. What happens next is the stuff of
nightmares.
Lucky Thirteen
Thirteen black cats help keep watch over a bedridden, old lady. Sometimes the number thirteen is lucky but then again it
might just depend on it who you are.
Pay Back
There’s nothing usual about Jeremy waking up late for school, but on this particular morning something feels different.
When he goes downstairs to face the music, he finds his grandmother waiting for him but no one else appears to be at
home. Jeremy believes he’s caught a lucky break and his mother and father won’t get to know, but he soon discovers
that not everything is as it seems. He finds he’ll have to face up to his mistakes, though, and maybe even suffer a little
payback himself.
Slimmer
Sandy loves her new boyfriend, but ever since they moved in together, Donald won’t get off her back about how much
she eats. When he offers her a new miracle diet pill, she decides to try one just to shut him up. Unfortunately, there are
unexpected side effects that take them both by terrifying surprise.
Sam I am
The morning after moving into her dream home with her young daughter and husband, Paige learns that the three story,
18th century house might be haunted. She then finds that her daughter has a new imaginary friend called Sam I Am. It
isn’t long before Paige’s perfect home turns into a living nightmare.
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BARNES & NOBLES NOOK ~ BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK
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EXCERPT
Ours
“Something drained its battery. Sometimes that happens when a spirit is nearby. Why don’t you try asking
Wallace a few questions? Maybe he likes men better than women. After all he only kidnapped, raped and killed little
boys. “
There’s nothing Alan wanted less than to try and communicate with a dead serial killer but he had forced his way
in with the group so the least he could do was try in fit in. “He liked little boy’s. I don’t think he’s going to be interested
in my type. I’m a little old for his taste.”
Rhonda didn’t say anything but continued to stare at him. He finally shrugged. “Why the hell not?” He turned
toward the empty room and tried not to feel like a damn fool. It was a good thing none of his deputies could see him
talking to a ghost. “If you’re with us, Wallace Webster, you should know the world’s a better place without you in it. You
were the lowest form of scrum bag and I think it’s a damn shame you were granted the pleasure of dying of old age in
here instead of getting the electric chair like you deserved.”
Rhonda elbowed him. “Ask a question and stop antagonizing him.”
Alan glared at her. “Fine.” He closed his eyes and tried to think of a good question. “Why did you hurt those
innocent children?” All of the K2 meters lit up.
Rhonda leaned over and grabbed her backpack. She dug around until she found the recorder. “Ask him
something else. “
Alan stood and walked over into the circle of K2 meters. “Why, you Son of a Bitch. Why?” He felt a sharp stinging
sensation across the back of his neck before cold air enveloped him. Just as he was reaching back to rub the painful area,
a putrid smell filled the air and a voice right next to his ear whispered. “Mine.” Without even thinking, he asked, “Why?”
There was a sinister laugh and another sharp painful slash across his neck and then down the full length of his back. He
went to step out of the circle until something bumped against the side of his leg. The air around him became soupy and
every breath became harder and harder to draw in.
When he made another move to leave the circle several things happened at once; it felt as if a large hand
gripped onto his shoulder, a breathe of foul air filled his nose and the room became crammed with small black shadows.
Another whisper finally answered his question. “My children.” Alan forced his legs to move but he only made it a few
steps when the black forms rushed to surround him. It felt as if several pairs of small hands were tugging at his pants’
legs and there were arms wrapping around both of his legs. The air overflowed with agitated murmurings and whispers.
Every hair on Alan’s body stood up from the static electricity in the room. He blinked his eyes several times
trying to focus on the tiny black shadows which had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They were all inside of the circle
of K2 meters and the lights on the meters were flashing on and off like crazy. The shadows were darker than the room’s
darkness. They were completely void of any light and the feelings emanating from them were if they were totally void of
any happiness.
It wasn’t so much the touching or even the presence of the black shadows that bothered Alan. It was those
feelings of pain and anguish that were slowly leaching away his own happiness. He could sense they needed his help and
this was the only way they knew how to ask for it. He broke out in a cold sweat, and just as the coldness was beginning
to seep into his skin, frantic screaming came from somewhere else in the hospital.
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AUTHOR BIO

Regina Puckett is an award nominated author for her short story, Balloon Wishes.
Concealed in My Heart is a Readers’ Favorite Book Award Winner.
Claimed by Sin is nominated for 2014 Ellora’s Cave Golden Ankh award.
Concealed in My Heart won runner-up in the international 2014 MARSocial Author of the Year Competition.
Borrowed Wings, has received the Children’s Literary Classics Seal of Approval.
Memories won first place in the 1st WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her book of poetry,
Tilting at Windmills and Words.
Slowly Drowning won second place in the 3rd WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her poetry book, My Words into the Beyond.
Sir Galahad Comes to the Rescue won third place in the 3rd WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her book of poetry, Ramblings and Dreams.
Her collection of poetry, Fireflies, won 2013 Turning Pages Poetry Book of the Year.
She writes sweet romances, horror, inspirational, picture books and poetry. There are several projects in various stages
of completion and there are always characters and stories waiting for their chance to finally get out of her head and
onto paper.
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Two appear…which is which? The Second Coming
Posted: October 29, 2014 in Adult Fiction, Blog Tour, ExcerptTags: Author Scott Pinsker, The Second Coming: A Love Story
When I first spotted this book, I had no idea what it was about so I went to check it out.
The description is intriguing but it’s the reviews that really made me curious.
What if Christ came back and so did Satan?
How would you tell which was which?
I’m going to have to read this to find out.
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Title: The Second Coming
Author: Scott Pinsker
Release date: June 5th, 2014
Tour: Irresistible Reads Book Tours
Book Description:
Two men claim to be the Second Coming of Christ. Each claims the other is Satan in disguise. But only one is telling the truth.
In The Second Coming: A Love Story, the devilish new novel by Scott Pinsker, the culture war between Red America and Blue America turns shockingly real when two self-declared saviors appear on earth. The first “messiah” attracts legions of liberal and secular-progressive followers with his message of New Age brotherhood, quickly becoming the darling of the left. The second “messiah” preaches fire-and-brimstone traditional Christianity, gaining a grassroots army of conservative worshippers ready to battle to the death. It’s finally happened: Red America and Blue America are headed for Armageddon!
Book Excerpt
The only two things Nate Konrad feared were indifference and anonymity. As America’s preeminent radio personality and/or loudmouth, he figured out long ago that he who cultivates crowds stays on the air; he who blends into crowds fades away.
Nate Konrad refused to fade away.
Many moons ago, as a longhaired radical with a penchant for rabble-rousing, he dropped out of Yale to pursue his dream of becoming a wacky, irreverent disk jockey. Many moons later, despite leaving every radio station on rancorous terms (or with litigation pending), he always landed in a slightly larger market, until Konrad inconceivably emerged atop the radio food chain.
He began his career by attracting an audience the easiest way possible: saying outlandish, offensive things, but veiling these diatribes with just enough witticisms to deflect criticism. Konrad referred to supermarkets in the inner cities as “Negrocery stores,” and demanded that pro-life listeners add nine months to their date of birth when people ask of them their age. He recommended solving the homeless problem by providing the homeless with complimentary camels—so we could then refer to them not as “homeless” but as “nomads” (and if that didn’t work, he explained, the homeless/nomads could eat their camels and at least get a good meal out of it). When a famous Mexican-American actress was photographed breastfeeding her baby, Konrad sparked a mini-boycott (and lost the El Pollo Loco sponsorship) when he called her a “Lactino.” Of course, when anyone took offense, the longhaired radio rebel would silence the offended by claiming they “lacked a sense of humor” or “just didn’t get it.” But as his articulation increased, along with his knowledge of all things political, he found himself moving steadily to the ideological right. Basically, he developed the ability to shock the public with ideas rather than insults, and became one of America’s most trusted—and polarizing—authorities on current events.
His world view was simple: The government that governs best governs least; empower the military and police to the utmost possible; feminists are fat and ugly; and finally, if you don’t love the United States of America with every inch of your red-blooded heart, then get out of this country, you ungrateful socialist scumbag.
Tanning salons and Marlboro Reds rendered his boyish features a thing of the past, replacing the rosy hue of innocence with a cantankerous scowl and scaly contours. He still donned a shiny leather jacket and jet-black sunglasses, as if trying to overcompensate for his advancing age and eight-figure income. All in all, Konrad was desperate to demonstrate that he’s still the same unpredictable madcap rebel who’s always ready to humiliate the establishment, despite becoming a corporate icon and political kingmaker in his own right.
“Greetings across the four corners of Americana,” growled Konrad through his gold-plated microphone. “I am the living legend of talk radio, the Deacon of Democracy, the Golden Angel of the airwaves. My name is Nathan F. Konrad and I can run faster, jump higher, dive deeper, stay under longer and come up drier than any man, woman, or animal on God’s green earth. And that’s all before my morning cup of Colombian coffee! But let’s dispense with the catch-phrases for a moment. Normally, I don’t allow guests to sit in the booth with me. You see, I view my radio booth as sacred territory, the birthplace of freedom for modern America, and I’m careful about corrupting its purity with outsiders. But for the first hour of today’s program, I’m making an exception. Just like the rest of you, I’ve been following the nonstop media coverage of the two men, Joe and Israel, who both claim to be the Second Coming of Jesus Christ—and perhaps more interestingly, also claim that the other is Lucifer.
“Now, as you know, when these, uh, men first began appearing on the television dial, I predicted that it was a publicity stunt of one kind or another and the two, uh, entities were working in unison. While I still believe such a possibility exists, I’m starting to hedge my bets. Despite the widespread media coverage, nobody anywhere has been able to uncover any photos or documents that ‘outs’ them as being human. Isn’t that strange? One would have expected that a graduation picture, a birth certificate or even a mug-shot photo might be unearthed. Now, this dearth of evidence doesn’t necessarily mean that Joe and Israel are actually God and Satan; the absence of evidence is not necessarily evidence of an absence. But it does add circumstantial credibility to their claims.
“But even if they’re both liars, they’ve raised an interesting question: How do we, as mere humans, differentiate good from evil? We’re deceived by leftwing evildoers with such regularity—and most of the time, the lefties aren’t even that smart! Yes, you and I can smell ‘em out, but over 50 percent of our countrymen cannot. So think about it: If we can’t even fend ourselves from the deceivers of earthly origins, what prayer do we have against deceivers of unearthly origins?
“And I’m not trying to be an alarmist here, but let’s face facts: Every election day, millions of Americans vote for anti-Christian secular progressives. And I’m guesstimating that the S.P.s’ median age is, oh, maybe 50 to 70. You compare this to Satan himself, who’s spent thousands of centuries perfecting his message, and you see that we’re facing a serious experience-gap. Realistically, what hope do we have?
“To answer these questions, as well as many more, let us welcome Miss Margaret Magdala—the apostle of the, uh, entity she believes is the one true Second Coming, Joe. Margaret, I’m glad you could join us.”
Margaret the Apostle grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “Thank you, Nathan! I’ve listened to your show for so many years now—I’m a super-big fan!”
Konrad motioned for the engineer to lower Margaret’s microphone while scanning through his notepad. “And we’re delighted as well, Miss Magdala. My opening question for you relates to my monologue. Assuming that Joe and Israel are both of supernatural origins, how do you know that you’re following the Son of God and not Satan? As you may or may not be aware, according to the latest poll numbers, a greater percentage of Americans believe that Israel is the Second Coming, and by a wide margin—a whopping 17 percent. What do these numbers say to you?”
Margaret was unfamiliar with those statistics. Still, she knew her heart and she knew her faith. “They say I need to become more forceful at communicating Joe’s message to the world—and appearing on influential programs such as yours is an important first step. Joe’s message is perfect, even if my presentation, evidently, is not. You know Nathan, there’s a reason why Christianity caught on like a wildfire and spread throughout Europe, the Americas and the entire world, becoming the dominant religion on the planet. Islam, Judaism, Hinduism… none of them comes even close to matching the success of Christianity. And it’s not a coincidence that the greatest scientific achievements of the past 500 years can all be traced to Christian nations. Christianity succeeds because Christianity is right! Eventually, Joe’s message will prevail because his message is truth. Lies are momentary; truth stands forev—”
Konrad jackhammered his gold-plated pen on his desk, distracting Margaret.
“Yes, yes,” interrupted the radio icon. “Of this we are not in conflict. I’m not one of those pandering relativists who preach that all civilizations are of equal moral worth, for I believe in the superiority of the American way of life and our Christian system of values. Take Islam, for example. That religion silences intellectual debate by labeling free-thinkers as heretics. As a result, I can’t think of one Muslim philosopher over the past thousand years who’s worth a damn. Can you?”
Before Margaret could answer, Konrad continued: “Now, I’m not saying that Islam is of no moral worth—you Arab listeners, don’t take my statements out of context and start blowing stuff up again. Sheesh. You people have to learn how to accept criticism better. I’m simply pointing out that the Islamic faith, as interpreted by its radicalized Imams, does not promote rigorous debate in an open marketplace of ideas. As a result, its philosophy has stagnated, with the majority of Arabs lacking flush-toilets and a military that makes France look like a nation of Rambo’s.”
Now Konrad was really rolling: “My friends, I’ve noticed that these Arabs like to declare ‘Holy Wars’ against America, Israel and Europe. They never actually win these Holy Wars; they just like declaring Holy Wars. Can you remember the last time an Arab nation actually defeated a Christian—or even a Jewish—nation? I think you have to go all the way back to the Ottoman Empire—a kingdom so pathetic, its name is used to describe furniture we rest our feet atop! Worst kingdom ever! But while we’re not in conflict on this point, fair-minded individuals can differ on matters of faith, and in my humble opinion, therein rests the key dilemma between Joe and Israel: How do we know which of the two is speaking the word of God and which is deceiving mankind? As Shakespeare wrote long ago, ‘Even the Devil can quote Scripture for his own purpose.’”
A bright bulb herself, Margaret decided that the best way to handle Konrad and convince his audience of her message’s authenticity was to speak a bit bolder than the host—for while the meek might inherit the earth, only the assertive wins control of the microphone. (But just to hedge her bets, she allowed her top blouse button to slip out of place.)
About the Author:
A nationally-recognized marketing expert, Scott Pinsker has worked with a vast array of sports stars, Grammy-winners and entertainment icons, managing everything from crisis communications to film properties. His analysis of publicity trends has been showcased multiple times on FOXNews.com, where he occasionally contributes as a marketing expert.
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Vangels and…Christmas In Transylvania ~ A Deadly Angels Tour and Giveaway
Posted: October 28, 2014 in Blog Tour, giveaways, Holidays, Paranormal or fantasy, VampiresTags: A Deadly Angels Novella, Author Sandra Hill, Christmas in Transylvania, vangels
Ever heard of a vangel? The vampires will sparkle for Christmas In Transylvania.
This is a Deadly Angels Novella.
I fell in love with the cover art.
The dark gothic castle and the creepy bat are offset by the glistening snow reflecting the glowing Christmas lights.
Cozy and creepy!
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Christmas in Transylvania
A Deadly Angels Novella
By Sandra Hill
On-Sale 10/28/2014
ISBN: 9780062117557
Book Description:
For the first time ever the leader of the Viking Vampire Angels, Vikar Sigurdsson, has been talked into celebrating a traditional Christmas! The tree has been decorated, the gifts have been wrapped and the stockings have been hung. And that’s mistletoe, not cobwebs hanging from the ceiling of the creepy castle full of vangels…really!
The icing on the vampire cookie comes when vangel Karl Mortensen rescues Faith Larson, a battered young waitress, from her abusive boyfriend and hides her in the castle amidst the Christmas chaos. But what Karl thought was a frail young teenager is actually a very tempting woman. And she thinks his fangs are sexy!
But a strange “Christmas visitor” at the castle and demon vampires up to their old tricks could threaten the budding romance between Karl and Faith. It’s an impossible match: a human and a vangel, but Christmas is a time for magic.
Karl and Faith don’t stand a chance…
Available at Amazon
About the Author:

Sandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania.
Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories.
She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.
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Sanctuary by Pauline Creeden ~ Review Tour and Giveaway
Posted: October 27, 2014 in apocalypse, Blog Tour, Dystopian, giveaways, reviewsTags: Author Pauline Creeden, NA Apocalyptic Dystopian, Sanctuary
Title: Sanctuary
Author: Pauline Creeden
Genre: Apocalyptic/dystopian, clean NA
In a heart-racing thriller described as Falling Skies meets The Walking Dead, Jennie struggles to find a safe place for what’s left of her family. But it seems as though there is no place sacred, no place secure. First the aliens attacked the sun, making it dimmer, weaker, and half what it used to be. Then they attacked the water supply, killing one-third of Earth’s population with a bitter contaminate. And when they unleash a new terror on humankind, the victims will wish for death, but will not find it…When the world shatters to pieces around her, will Jennie find the strength she needs to keep going?
My Review
As the story begins, the aliens have already damaged the sun, causing perpetual twilight during the day, making it difficult to grow crops. And they’ve contaminated the water supply, which has killed off one-third of Earth’s population.
As the aliens don’t do anything further for quite some time, just hover in the skies, people try to go about their daily lives.
But the aliens unleash something horrific, something beyond imagination, and it has serious repercussions, killing off another third of the population.
This is where things really get dicey.
What comes next? Are they planning on wiping us out completely? Or do they have something else in store?
Jenny never did get to return for her second year of college. The aliens attacked again and life as she knew it crumbled.
Now, she’s separated from her parents and has to protect her five-year old brother.
I admire Jenny. She’s a young woman, alone, facing something we couldn’t even imagine. What she focuses on is getting her and her little brother to safety.
She’s scared to death as she navigates the streets. But she has keen instincts and stays sharp when things get really bad. She’s a natural nurturer and has a heart of gold.
You’ll get to know Hugh and Brad, the brothers.
Hugh was a teacher at Jenny’s old highschool. He was trapped in his apartment building. When people were being attacked in the street, his first instinct was to go outside and help, but the apartment manager wouldn’t risk unlocking the doors.
When he finally does leave his apartment, he ends up at the church. There he runs into his younger brother Brad.
There is no love lost between these two.
Brad is lucky when he stumbles upon the church. But he didn’t much like the fact his brother was there.
I liked Hugh. He was a quiet, introspective man. Willing to help in any way he could.
Brad was another story all together. Every story needs a villain and he seemed to wear the title proudly. He was arrogant and self-serving. Quite the spoiled brat. And he never missed a chance to get under Hugh’s skin. One thing he did had me thinking he might be redeemable but I can’t spoil it for you.
Each chapter is told from the points of view of Jenny, Hugh, and Brad, but they flow easily and you quickly recognize their individual voices.
This is listed as a christian thriller, but it’s not like any you’ve read before. There are aliens, dog/lion creatures that bite you and turn you into zombies, and the disturbing situations you have to deal with when in a group, struggling to survive.
I was kind of reminded of Stephen King’s The Mist, when they are all confined in the grocery store. Not everybody likes each other or gets along. Life and death situations make people do weird things.
While Jenny draws on her religious beliefs to get her through this, I never felt like I was being preached at. If anything, she had me asking myself how I would hold up, what would I turn to. And with so much going on, I was kept busy following the action, trying to stay one step ahead of the horror.
The religious tones in this story are a natural progression and make it more real. Look at all of the disaster movies and books out there. So many of them have people gathering at a church, either for spiritual strength or just solace in the company of others.
If you like a mix of genres, some science fiction and fantasy with your horror, I recommend you read Sanctuary. It keeps you connected, never bogs down, and there’s plenty of action and danger.
5 STARS
*****
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glass and set it on the counter. She needed an ibuprofen.
to the top shelf in the pantry, a vibration started in her chest. Holding the
white bottle in her hand, she turned around confused.
flew too low, the rumble increased in intensity as it approached. Jennie
watched the glass tremble on the counter top for a moment before fear clenched
her stomach. “MOM!?”
sink and looked out the window, but her mother wasn’t in the garden any more.
Jennie barreled through the kitchen, the vibrations in her chest like bass on a
stereo. “MOM?”
reached the back door, she saw them. Four large dog-like creatures with pinched
faces like bulldogs and lion-like manes. They snarled, and one of them leapt at
the window on the top half of the door when it saw her. Jennie jumped back and
fell hard on the cold tile floor. The bottle of painkiller bounced across the
kitchen tiles. The creature slammed against the window a second time, cracking
it. She blinked hard. Her heart sunk, and the hairs on her arms stood on end. A
horrendous gargling howl rent the air, causing a shiver down her spine. She
held her breath and waited for the creature to slam into the door again.
she whispered to herself.
attempt never came, she scrambled toward the door. Blinking hard, she used the
door knob to help herself stand. Out the cracked window, her mother was still
out of sight, but the last of the dogs headed across the field behind her
backyard.
called out.
faded, and the vibrations in her chest receded with the dogs. She pulled open
the door and rushed onto their back deck. “Mom, where are you?”
the banister, she looked over the side. Her mom lay sprawled with one hand on
the lattice. Blood gushed from Mom’s leg and her opposite arm. Jennie’s ears
rang and flooded with every beat of her heart.
how she got to the second floor of her house, but she found herself shaking her
sleeping father. How had he slept through the rumbling? “Outside, it’s Mom…”
from the bed. Mickey, her little brother, lay asleep and undisturbed. Dad ran
down the stairs and outside in his flannel pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. He
scooped Mom up to his chest and carried her inside. Blood stained his shirt in
crimson.
911!” Her father had said it at least
three times before it finally registered in her brain.
cell phone from her pocket, but it refused to connect. With a groan, she
grabbed the cordless from the wall receiver, glad her heart stopped pounding in
her head so she could hear.
busy at this time,” a mechanical voice deadpanned, “Please stay on the line,
and the next available operator will take your call.”
hold, Dad. Should I hang up and try again?” She held the phone in both hands
away from her face.
the line.” Her father lifted the shredded jeans from Mom’s leg. “It looks like
a shark bite. What on earth happened?”
damage through tear-filled eyes. A huge chunk was taken from her mother’s calf,
exposing the fibrous tendons that covered the bone in her leg. A bloodstain
grew on the beige couch. Was she going to die? Panic rose up.
Jennie?”
looked like lions, or dogs, or something. The rumbling shook the whole house…I
tried to go outside to get Mom, but—” A sob blocked her throat.
a throw pillow and held it against the leg. Mom’s exposed forearm laid across
her chest in much the same condition as her calf.
tape.”
remembered the phone, put it back to her ear, and headed to the hall closet.
She reached for the shelf above the jackets and grabbed the junk basket next to
the toolbox.
the line. An operator will be with you shortly.”
phone in the crook of her neck and fished through the box. Half the contents dropped around her feet. Who cares? When her fingers wrapped
around the silver duct tape, a short-lived relief sent prickles down her arms.
But the urgency gripped her chest in less than a heart beat, and she threw the
junk basket on the ground with the rest of the items.
her father called from the living room. “And turn on the TV. Maybe they’ll have
something about what’s going on.”
father the tape and turned toward the TV. The mechanical voice on the phone
came through again, followed by more easy listening.
on the TV, the shouting and wailing began before the picture warmed up on the
screen. A sideways picture of New York
City broke through, with the shaky voice of the
newscaster voicing over.
watching now – I can’t believe it – is live footage of Times
Square,” the newscaster’s voice paused for a deep breath. “We’ve
lost our man on the scene and his camera man to what appears to be some kind of
new alien creature. Just a short half-hour ago, the doors to the ship that
hovered above Central Park opened and these
dog-like creatures flooded out.”
pull her eyes from the screen. She straightened and dropped the phone on the
hardwood. The battery popped out and skidded across the floor.
In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long. Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy.
Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. It is also the 2013 Book Junkie’s Choice Winner in Historical Fiction. Her debut novel, Sanctuary, won 1st Place Christian YA Title 2013 Dante Rosetti Award and 2014 Reader’s Choice Gold Award for Best YA Horror Novel.

The Making of Michael Bishop by Kathleen Collins ~ My Realm Walker Review
Posted: October 23, 2014 in Blog Tour, Debut Novel, reviews, urban fantasy, VampiresTags: Author Kathleen Collins, dark urban fantasy, Short story, The Making of Michael Bishop
Thanks for visiting my stop on the blog tour for The Making of Michael Bishop.
First thing, the cover.
I love it. It compliments the story perfectly. The only thing that would be scarier is seeing beneath that hood.
Take a close look, and enjoy my review!
The Making of Michael Bishop
A Realm Walker Short Story
Kathleen Collins
Genre: urban fantasy, dark fantasy
Date of Publication: August 30, 2014
ASIN: B00N5YWPCE
Number of pages: 20
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My Review
Coming in at around 20 pages on my eReader, I thought there wouldn’t be much to this story. But that’s where I was wrong.
Michael D’Augustino was born a bastard child. The product of an indiscretion between his mother, a chambermaid, and his father, a now high raking priest.
There’s no love between father and son. The Bishop keeps Michael on a leash, threatening to stop providing for his mother if Michael doesn’t do what he wants.
So, here he is, entering the dungeon. Struggling to carry the squirming bundle to a dank, cold cell.
The Bishop’s orders were clear. Feed the creature and don’t get to0 close.
Now, I knew that this was titled ‘The Making of’ so I had a good idea Michael would get too close to the vampyr. And he did.
What I didn’t expect, but very much enjoyed, was the great dialogue between the two.
As Michael entered the cell to ensure the vampyr would indeed feed, I could see it coming. The creature was subtle, almost timid. He’d been tortured so needed assistance to feed on the piglet. And Michael, not wanting to disobey his father, would make sure the thing fed.
He got too close, let his guard down, forgot the thing wasn’t human and had been feeding on humans for 200 years.
Thus The Making of Michael Bishop.
The author did a wonderful job of description. My sense of smell, touch, and sight came into play as I was put in that dungeon.
Then the apprehension came, the ‘I knew it’ moment. Did Michael’s becoming just put him on the end of another leash?
I’d highly recommend this short story. It’s a taste of what’s to come in the world of The Realm Walkers and I intend to read more of this series.
4 Stars
Book Description:
Keep your distance. Don’t look him in the eye. Feed him and leave.
Michael D’Augustino is a priest in the time of the Inquisition. Marked as weak for his refusal to torture those charged with sorcery, heresy, devil worship or worse, he’s given another task. Feed the prisoner in the cell in the darkest corner of the dungeon. With the edict comes a set of instructions.
Ever obedient, Michael does exactly as he is told. Until the night his charge doesn’t eat and Michael has to enter the cell to find out why. Instead of the beast he believes to be imprisoned there, he finds a man. A broken, tormented man who asks for help.
But all is not as it seems and, before the night is through, Michael will be changed forever.
About the Author:

Kathleen Collins has been writing since Kindergarten. And while her ability has drastically improved, her stories are still about monsters and the people who play with them.
The rare instances that she actually finds some spare time, she spends it playing with her two boys. Three if you count her husband.
She is currently hard at work on her next book.
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