Tuesday, 20 November 2018

Tordan by Immortal Angel


Title: Tordan
Series: Cyborg Warriors Book 1
Author: Immortal Angel
Genre: Science Fiction / Fantasy Romance
Release date: 20 November, 2018


A cyborg with no past. An elf with no magic. Together, their love can save their world.

Tordan woke from his chip to find out he’s a Cyborg. Filled with rage and confusion, he has no memories of his past or who he is, and no idea what freed him. But he feels a powerful, unexplainable connection to the elven prisoner in the last cell.

Deprived of her magic, princess Aielle willingly faces death to keep her people’s secrets. The last thing she expects is to be rescued by one of the sexy and lethal cyborgs enslaved by them.

Now they’re fugitives, and the secrets they are hiding are the keys to freedom for them both. Can they trust each other enough to save the world?

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About the Author:

Immortal Angel is always writing. Her speciality? Science fiction / fantasy romances that drop readers into a new world and leave them hanging on until the very end.

Growing up on sci-fi, fantasy, and romance; she can't help but weave these elements into her stories. Which, luckily for her readers, results in a whole lot of hot human men, supernatural males, and some very sexy aliens.

Immortal Angel loves to hear from her readers, and of course, she wants to hear from you! Feel free to contact her by any of the methods below:

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Monday, 19 November 2018

House of Ashes by Loretta Marion


Title: House of Ashes
Author: Loretta Marion
Genre: Mystery (with paranormal/supernatural elements and whispers of romance)


Thirty-seven-year-old painter Cassandra Mitchell is fourth-generation to live in the majestic Battersea Bluffs, a brooding Queen Anne home originally built by her great-grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, and still standing despite tragedies that have swept the generations. Local lore has it that there was a curse placed on the family and the house is haunted, though opinions are divided on whether it's by malicious or benevolent spirits. Cassie believes the latter―but now she stands to lose her beloved home to mounting debt and the machinations of her dream-weaving ex-husband.

Salvation seems to arrive when a nomadic young couple wanders onto the property with the promise of companionship and much-needed help―until they vanish without a trace, leaving behind no clue to their identities. Cassie is devastated, but determined to discover what's happened to the young couple...even as digging into their disappearance starts to uncover family secrets of her own. Despite warnings from her childhood friend, now the local Chief of Police―as well as an FBI agent who pushes the boundaries of professionalism―Cassie can't help following the trail of clues (and eerie signals from the old house itself) to unravel the mystery. But can she do so before her family's dark curse destroys everything in its path?


Excerpt:

Present day ~ Whale Rock, Massachusetts ~ Cape Cod

September ~ three days since the disappearance

Back at home, I took a good look at my beloved Battersea Bluffs, with its towering widow’s walk, double chimneys, and impressive wrap-around porch. It had become part of Whale Rock’s lore that the majestic Victorian sitting high above the cliffs on the craggy northern end of town was possessed by the spirits of my great- grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, its original owners. The legend evolved from a rumor initiated by my father when he was trying to take back his rightful home. It had been a successful strategy, but he could never have guessed how prophetic his fable would become—or maybe he’d already sensed the mysterious aspects of the old house. To be fair, Papa and I had never discussed the lurking scents and sounds presented by the spirits sharing our home.

I unlatched the gate, to a warm greeting of soft whimpers and an exuberant tail.

“You’re missing them too, aren’t ya, buddy?” I reached down to stroke the German shepherd’s glossy black fur, those usually erect ears momentarily relaxed. I widened the gate.

I followed the dog to the ledge of Percy’s Bluffs, so named after my great-grandfather’s dramatic leap from the cliffs overlooking Cape Cod Bay. I stared down to where the waves were crashing against the rocks below. Through the years, this spot had become my refuge, where I’d come to contemplate decisions or brood over troubles. Exhausted and numb, I sank to the ground and idly fingered an abandoned champagne cork, probably left here the night Vince and Ashley moved in with me. We’d brought a bottle down to the cliffs to toast our new alliance and the home they were going to help me save. I closed my eyes to bring to memory the feel of the fizzy liquid against my tongue, the first I’d tasted in years. There’d not been much to celebrate in recent times. But that night, a sense of hope had returned to me.



Author Bio:

A true bibliophile, Loretta Marion's affection for the written word began in childhood and followed her like a shadow throughout her life as she crafted award winning marketing and advertising copy and educational brochures. She then applied her writing skills as a volunteer, establishing a Legacy Story program for hospice patients, which inspired her to create her own fictional stories. Her debut novel, The Fool's Truth, was a twisty mystery with whispers of romance. Her newest novel, HOUSE OF ASHES – A Haunted Bluffs Mystery, is the first in a series published by Crooked Lane Books.

When not whipping out words on her laptop, she is traveling, enjoying outdoor pursuits, or is curled up with a delicious new book. Loretta lives in Rhode Island with her husband, Geoffrey, and their beloved Mr. Peabody, a sweet, devoted and amusing “Corgador”.





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Saturday, 17 November 2018

Barnacle Brat by Adrian Baldwin


A Dark Comedy for Grown-Ups



I know I have a weird sense of humour, and this book had me chuckling and laughing (and between you and me, I’ll even admit to a snort or two). There’s more to the story than the humour though, there’s a serious and sometimes quite somber side too. I ran through a whole range of emotions from sad to happy, and from frustrated to optimistic.
We meet Leon Blank at the start of the book, hanging upside down in a crashed car, talking to a dummy (he prefers the word ‘mannequin’).
From there on Leon’s life becomes wilder, weirder and more threatening. Although it’s easy to see that all is not well in Leon’s head, it’s hard to tell where reality stops and delusions start, what actually exists and what’s just a figment of Leon’s mind.
This was an intriguing and captivating, surreal story with plenty of twists and a satisfying ending.
*Warning: If you have a fear of clowns, don’t read this book!!


Synopsis:

Losing your grip on reality is a real bummer. Just ask Leon Blank. Not that he’d know. Seems those losing their marbles are always the last to find out.

Until recently, Leon would have argued that having a tendency to become easily side-tracked on a regular basis wasn’t that weird.

And what’s so unusual about hearing a voice inside your head? Doesn’t everyone? Isn’t that just thinking? But his recent visions are not so freely dismissed; especially the angry-looking clown who’s started following him around with a baseball bat.

Time to act, Leon decides: perhaps keeping a log would shed light on the mystery. Then again, could ‘seeing-things’ just be sexual frustration? It’s been a while! If only he had a girlfriend to take his mind off stuff . . .

Prepare to enter the normally hidden world of delusions, paranoia, and . . . ahem . . . ‘unusual interests’: Voyeurism; Feederism; Shoes — that kind of thing.


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Author Bio:

Adrian Baldwin is a Mancunian now living and working in Wales. Back in the ’90s, he wrote for various TV shows/personalities: Hale & Pace, Clive Anderson, Brian Conley, Paul McKenna, Smith & Jones, Rory Bremner. Wooo, get him!

After that he wrote three screenplays, one of which received generous financial backing from the Film Agency for Wales. Then along came the global recession to firmly kick the UK Film industry in the nuts. What a bummer!

Not to be outdone, he turned to novel writing – which had always been his real dream – and, in particular, a genre he feels is often overlooked; a genre he has always been a fan of: Dark Comedy (Horror’s weird cousin).

As a young lad, Adrian grew up watching Monty Python and reading the novels of Kurt Vonnegut. Little wonder then – perhaps it was inevitable – that all his stories (dark comedies for grown-ups) would turn out to be “weird and disturbing but funny at the same time” – much like the strange and surreal humour he so enjoyed as a boy.

Adrian’s first novel, BARNACLE BRAT won Underground Books Reviews’ INDIE NOVEL OF THE YEAR 2016 (Readers’ Choice)

His second novel, STANLEY McCLOUD MUST DIE! is shortlisted for Underground Books Reviews’ INDIE NOVEL OF THE YEAR 2018

Besides Python and Kurt Vonnegut, Adrian cites his other major influences as Stephen King, Galton & Simpson, David Bowie, Bruce Robinson, Christopher Moore, David Mitchell, Robert Rankin, Colin Bateman, Irvine Welsh, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, to name just a few.


Friday, 16 November 2018

The Gaia Project by Claire Buss


Title: The Gaia Project
Series: The Gaia Collection Book 2
Author: Claire Buss
Genre: Dystopian, Science Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic
Cover Artwork: Bristow Designs.



While Martha Hamble gets to grips with being Governor of City 42, Kira and Jed Jenkins travel to City 15 but they are not prepared for what they find. Corporation are tightening their grip on those who don't conform, threatening to split families and reassign the natural born children. With Gaia weakened, the group of friends must try to find a safe place to live and help the spirit of the Earth recover but everything stands against them. Will Corporation succeed in their tougher regime or can Kira and her friends find a new home?








The Gaia Project is the sequel to The Gaia Effect.

In City 42 Corporation look after you from cradle to grave. They protect you from the radiation outside the wall. They control the food, the water, the technology and most important of all, the continuation of the human race. Kira and Jed Jenkins were lucky enough to win Collection but when their friends start falling pregnant naturally, everything changes. How long has Corporation been lying to them? Is it really toxic outside the wall? As the group comes to terms with the changes in their lives they discover there is a much more powerful and ancient force at work, trying to bridge the gap between man and nature.

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Author Bio:

Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet based in the UK. She wanted to be Lois Lane when she grew up but work experience at her local paper was eye-opening. Instead, Claire went on to work in a variety of admin roles for over a decade but never felt quite at home. An avid reader, baker and Pinterest addict Claire won second place in the Barking and Dagenham Pen to Print writing competition in 2015 with her debut novel, The Gaia Effect, setting her writing career in motion. She continues to write passionately and is hopelessly addicted to cake.




Wednesday, 14 November 2018

Soul Syndicate by Lily Luchesi & Faith Marlow



New Release from USA TODAY bestselling authors Lily Luchesi and Faith Marlow!


A soul is a heavy burden to bear.

There’s a gala celebrating the city and many notable celebrities are attending, including a rock star, a socialite, a baseball player, and an entertainment reporter. Each of them is notable in their own right, and each one holding a secret.

When they all get stuck in an elevator together after the gala is over, they think that that is the worst thing that could happen to them...until the doors finally open.

It’s a battle for the ultimate prize: their souls and the souls of everyone else on Earth. Can they save the world, or will these disparate individuals kill each other first?

The world as they knew it has gone, now they have poppies attached to their chests and are facing down soulless friends, family, and strangers, including a crotchety old woman and a former drag queen.


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Excerpt:

         Jake and Xander came up behind the women, and Jake then saw what the others were seeing. Or rather, what the others didn’t see. It was the middle of the day on Saturday, just a week from Thanksgiving in downtown Chicago. And yet the street was empty of people.


         “Guys? Why do I feel like I’m about to be in an episode of The Twilight Zone?” he asked, gazing around at the empty street and shops. It didn't seem like any of them had even opened that morning, closed signs hung in every window.
         “Is there a holiday we forgot about?” Xander asked.
         Rachael scoffed. “Places stay open on Christmas these days. Trust me; there’s no holiday. But should we check the news? Perhaps something's going on that we missed in the elevator.” She looked at Lianne. “I’m going to guess you don’t have any news apps on your phone, do you?”
         Without waiting for an answer, she rummaged in her purse for her smartphone, clicking on the local news’ app. Jake looked over her shoulder as she flicked down, refreshing it. Nothing changed. It stayed with the same report from eleven the previous night, about the gala.
         “Maybe it’s broken,” Jake said. “Check Twitter.”
         “Thank you, peanut gallery,” Rachael said, clicking on the other app. Jake saw that she followed about eight thousand people. Yet there were no updates from anyone since eleven the previous night, central time. “Is it my connection?” She typed out a quick tweet, “Hello, is this thing on?” and it posted immediately. And why was Wifi working but not landlines or text messages?
         She showed the phone’s screen to the other three who just stared.
         “What could this mean?” Xander asked. “An empty street, no one online except for us, apparently...it doesn’t make sense.”
         Lianne shook her head. “I don’t get it. Let me call someone. See if anyone’s got an answer.” She took out her phone and pressed a few buttons, holding it to her ear.          After a few minutes, she hung up. “It went to voicemail. But it’s my mom; she doesn’t always answer.”
         Jake then recalled that he was supposed to be back home last night. His wife must have been worried sick about him. Taking out his phone, he was dismayed to see that there wasn’t a single text or missed call from her. Wasn’t she worried? Or even upset that he pulled an all-nighter while she was home alone with their son? And what about his band? Didn’t they wonder why he hadn’t shown up for rehearsal?
         “Anybody hear from anyone?” he asked. “I mean, we’ve all got to have at least one person who would have text messaged us.”
         Rachael nodded. “My editor. I was supposed to turn in my report by noon, which means he would have been hounding me by nine. But nothing.”
         “Do you know how many notifications I get in an hour?” Lianne asked, preening a bit. “There’s not a single one on here.”
         Xander grinned ruefully as he said, “In the off-season, she’s the only one who nags me.”
         “Why you little—”
         “Cool it with the antagonization,” Rachael said. “Something’s wrong here. Seriously wrong. And we need to figure out what.”
         Lianne scoffed. “We’re not the police. Let them figure it out. I mean, isn’t that what we pay taxes for?”
         Jake watched as Rachael cocked her head, a lock of dark hair falling across her forehead. “Huh. And here I never would have expected you to know what your taxes went for or how to pay them.”
         Lianne’s mouth dropped and she was about to retort when Jake gasped. A sudden pain hit him in the center of his chest, like there was a little knife inside stabbing its way out. Everyone turned toward him, but he couldn’t be bothered with their quizzical glances.
         He unbuttoned his shirt partway, the pain making his hands shake. He gasped as the stabbing sensation increased. Looking down, he saw that there was a spot on his chest, over his heart, that was bulging out, the skin stretched taut around something. Fear mingled with the pain, and he felt his heart begin to beat erratically.
         “What the Hell is that?” Xander asked.
         Something green poked through the skin on Jake’s chest and he screamed as the pain became nearly unbearable. Blood trickled down off of the green stem, staining his skin. But the pain was receding as he watched as the green stem began to...blossom? Like a nature film on fast-forward, a red flower began to grow, budding and blooming until it was a small red poppy, the color matching that of the blood that had been spilled.



The Authors:




Lily Luchesi is the USA Today bestselling author of The Paranormal Detectives Series, #1 bestselling Coven Series, and other paranormal tales. You can reach her via Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and her newsletter.



Faith Marlow is the USA Today bestselling author of the Being Mrs. Dracula series and other horror stories. You can reach her via Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and her newsletter.






Both authors are part of Vamptasy Publishing, an imprint of CHBB Publishing.


Tuesday, 13 November 2018

Story Bends by S.D. Henke


Title: Story Bends
Author: S.D. Henke
Publisher: Pen Name Publishing
Published: October 9th


What if your only escape from death was to meet it halfway?

If the voices called on YOU...

Needed YOU...

Brought YOU in between the Bends of time where all faith is lost to those who wait. Your etchings hold the secrets to guide them on their way. Yet, there will be no safe passage if evil finds you first and you have no toll to pay.



Excerpt from Chapter Four:

Limbo─Age 12
Every person has their broken bits. Some are seen. Some are unseen. Mine are more in line with a wild rumpus. Unlike the lump sum of everyone else in the entire world, I somehow got scattered between here and there. I’m not supposed to be here. Like a bad apple. I’ve fallen out of the tree. Left to stinking rot.

Not even my shoes ever quite fit. Everyday, I try them on, one at a time. One day, too small, the next too big. I imagine even the shoddy shoe horn would blow on its own if it could stop the whole hullaballoo. I’ve fixed them, though; with the heels pressed down and my feet wedged in.

Makes Mother furious.

“We just bought those! What do you mean they don’t fit? You tried them on and they fit like a glove. Next time I take you to the cobbler.”

It did no good to try and explain. To explain how I’m squeezed through the ringer each night and rolled back out, reshaped and reconfigured like in the gingerbread tales.

I feel the awkward pull and I sit down on my bed. It creaks like a warning.

They will come and come again.

Here. Now. Where They always find me. In my bedroom, between its four walls. These visitors who hold on in between.

Breath fixes with a rise and fall. Inside an encasement of ribs. A zing swells in my chest, while still, my tiny heart beats.

Priest says, “We all choose.”

I did not choose very wisely, I think.

And what do Mother and Father keep saying about it?

How it’s “Simply improbable.” “Imagination’s fancy.” And the most recent, ripest of their assessments, a firm label they toss around like alphabet soup.

My eyes catch a glimpse of the letters P, T, S and D inscribed in Mother’s feathery script inside the pages of a yellow notepad on the bedside nook and another bottle of pills. As if such things might explain it all away. Explain the voices away.

I cup my fingers up around my throat. I find a pulse.

Still here.

Still me.













About The Author:

I began making my first connections to story in the early days of my childhood. Raised by my mother who ran an in-home daycare was where my imagination could run free and unencumbered. It was a safe zone and I learned from that experience the power of unconditional love.But my story wasn’t always filled with happy ever afters, and I came to understand that there are some sorrows and trauma that are part of all of us. As love and joy are universal, so is pain and suffering. Through the magic and alchemy of story, we can reach farther and heal our wounds.

I started my teaching career nearly 20 years ago and knew from the moment I began that this was my true calling. Teaching was in my bones and so, naturally was the little nip of my conscience for storytelling. I work to build strong, long-lasting relationships with my students. In fact, I began on this path toward a writing career because of the imprint they’ve had on my spirit. What I didn’t know was what the Muse had in store for me as the children I still come into contact with today continue to inspire the stories I write.

My greatest loves are exploring nature and spending time with family and friends. Whether I’m splashing it up on the local reservoirs, rafting down the Poudre River with my husband, two boys, and our dog Sophie, or shaping young minds in my classroom, I consider myself lucky to call Fort Collins, Colorado my home.






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Monday, 12 November 2018

Eye of the Eagle by Sharon Buchbinder



Title: Eye of the Eagle
Series: Hotel LaBelle Series Book 3
Author: Sharon Buchbinder
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: November 12, 2018


One soars like an eagle. One strikes like a thunderbird. But for both hearts, revenge can be deadly when it's nourished.


Anomaly Defense Director and shapeshifter Bert Blackfeather doesn't need a boss with no experience. So what if she's beautiful or gives him a jolt when she shakes his hand? He never plans to get seriously involved with another woman—not in this lifetime.

Phoebe Wagner, an empath with psychometric abilities and an advocate for the deaf, gets more than she bargained for with Bert. One touch and she relives his IED injuries. So what if he's handsome and hot? She doesn't need to add his secrets to her own. Phoebe's are bad enough.

When his niece goes missing from Hotel LaBelle, Bert goes to Montana to help—and Phoebe insists on going with him. Can these two hard-headed people share their darkest secrets in order to work together? It may be the only way to save an endangered child—and their own hearts when Bert's past rears its ugly head.



Excerpt:

Prologue

Hotel LaBelle, Billings, Montana

Crouched behind a stand of bushes across the river from the Victorian mansion, the stranger surveyed his surroundings to ensure he wasn’t observed by a late- night visitor. He did his best work under the cover of night when people slept, secure in their dreams. By day, the place buzzed with people coming and going. By night, the pace slowed, as if the hotel took deep breaths and drifted into slumber, resting and recovering for the next sunrise. The shadows served as his allies, hiding his peculiarity from the locals. Night embraced him like a lover, keeping his secrets. Tonight, in the preternatural pause before the incoming storm, all was quiet, except for the call of an owl and the squeaks of nocturnal creatures. Predator and prey.

He’d waited a long time for this special child. With the specific family background he wanted, she was exactly what he needed. It would take time, but he could wait. Patience was one of the things he excelled at. That and taking children away from their homes. He had honed his skills, perfected his technique. But the timing was off and he needed to lay low. No need to arouse suspicion. As he always did, he’d blend in. Beneath the surface, in the shadows, keeping his ear to the ground. Listening, listening, and listening for that one sound that told him the instant had come. When the sign appeared to him, he would be prepared, and no one would be the wiser until it was too late, and the little girl with the wild red hair and large blue eyes was in his possession. Soon, very soon, she would be his.

****

Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, as her husband would say, Tallulah Stewart slipped into the kitchen, flipped the switch for the coffee pot, and began to prep breakfast for her guests. As she sliced the homemade cinnamon bread, she smiled at the thought of the still sleeping Lucius, blissfully unaware of her activities. Ever since her darling daughter came into the world, Tallulah had become a morning lark and Lucius a night owl. With a twenty-four hour a day business like Hotel LaBelle, it was good they alternated shifts. No need for both of them to be exhausted. A huge bolt of lightning flashed, bathing the kitchen in bright light. Moments after, thunder shook the hotel. That was close.

Thank God Miriam takes after her father and sleeps through everything.

A frisson shimmied down her back.

Miriam. Something was wrong with Miriam.

Dread bloomed in her chest, and she struggled to breathe. Knife falling out of her numb hand, Tallulah ran to her child’s room.

Shadows draped the space over her daughter’s nest. Pillows and stuffed animals tilted at all angles and a small lump burrowed deep in the blankets. Tallulah let out a long sigh of relief. Hot or cold, that girl loved her blankets, the more the merrier. Active, even in her sleep, Miriam had been an early walker and climber. Despite parental efforts at containment, from eleven months of age on, each morning the little gymnast had been found on the other side of the bars of the crib. They had surrendered and converted the crib to a toddler bed. Tallulah tip-toed next to her precious bundle, gently slid a quilt back—and screamed.




Author Bio:

Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. She is the author of the Hotel LaBelle Series, the Jinni Hunter Series, and the Obsession Series. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.








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