Monday, 31 October 2016

Ghostly Writes Anthology 2016


If you like ghost stories, you'll be entertained by this excellent creepy collection of short stories from a wide variety of authors.
Some stories were scarier than others, but they were all well-written and most held my interest.
As is usual with the variety of tales in anthologies, I found some of them more enjoyable than others.
In fairness to all the authors involved, I'm finding it difficult to choose only one or two favourites, although Cabins by JB Taylor, Canvas by Sarah Moiser, Hello Dear by Stewart Bint and Ruby Kisses by Jessica Wren are at the top of my list...
and I would love to read more of Soul Man by Claire Plaisted.
I received an early eCopy of this book from the publisher.


Enter the chilling Ghostly Writes Anthology and be prepared to be scared with 27 short stories from around the world. Creepy houses, murder mysteries, paranormal and much more to haunt and thrill those who dare.

The Authors:

J G Clay
JB Taylor
Adam Mitchell
Sara Mosier
Neil Newton
Rocky Rochford
Karen J Mossman
JLC Roche
Eve Merrick-Williams
Wendy Steele
Jennifer Deese
Stewart Bint
Kyrena Lynch
Mike Elliot
Adele Marie Parks
Amy Budd
Jessica Wren
C A Keith
Claire Plaisted
Ashley Uzzell
Jane Risdon
Cayleigh Stickler
Marjorie Hembroff
Jim Adams
Ricky Allen Jr.
Audrina Lane
Elizabeth H Newton

A Faery’s kiss By Ariel Marie

Title:   A Faery’s kiss
Author:   Ariel Marie
Release date:   November 19, 2016
Cover by:   Ariel Marie
Genre:   Paranormal Romance

The twenty-fifth day of December is fast approaching. It is a day that is celebrated throughout all of Faery. It signifies the birthday of the beloved Princess, Noelle Bogosian, who on this year will turn thirty years old. With her impending birthday, her father, the king, has deemed it time for her to marry. The king has reinstated the Royal Tournaments, a series of competitions that would allow warriors near and far to compete for his daughter’s hand in marriage.

Noelle, being the loyal daughter that she is, has agreed to her father’s outlandish idea of finding her a husband. She will do anything for Faery and knows that finding a suitable husband will help secure Faery’s future. But for Noelle, she’s ready to test out the legend of a Faery’s kiss. She’s been ready to find that one special Fae to spend all of eternity with.

Will the legend prove true and reveal her one true love or will the victor of the tournament be the one that she will spend an eternity with?

WARNING: The book contains content for readers 18 years and older.


She desperately needed to speak to her friend. Not that a tokota could speak, that would be crazy, Noelle thought to herself with a laugh. But he was certainly a great listener.

Marric and Noelle’s relationship dated back to one winter morning when Noelle was fifteen and she came upon a lost small black and white wolf-looking pup. The little furry ball yipped and ran over to Noelle and they had been friends every since.

A snort greeted Noelle from behind her. She turned with a smile, finding a large black figure standing behind her.


That small fur ball had grown into a massive alpha tokota. Marric was well muscular and with each step that he took toward Noelle, she could see the predator in him. But she knew that he would never hurt her. Tokota’s were very loyal to their companions. He was a massive beast that could easily accommodate her on his back as a passenger.

“It took you long enough,” she murmured as he pushed his snout into her hand. “Well, hello to you too,” she said with a laugh.

Another snort at her comment. She ignored it, allowing a large grin to spread across her face as she ruffled her fingers through his fur. She knew he was looking for the treats that she always brought.

“I have a problem, Marric,” she admitted. He pulled back and his dark eyes settled on her. He sat back on his hind legs, ready to listen to her. “My birthday is coming up. December twenty-fifth, I’ll be turning thirty. Do you know what that means?”

Marric cocked his head to the side as if waiting for her to answer. Of course he didn’t know the workings of the laws of Faery. She sighed and shook her head.

“According to the laws of Faery, I must marry. My father, the king, will be having the Royal Tournaments to find a husband for me. Males from all over Faery will come to compete in the tournaments to win my hand in marriage. You would think that this was the medieval times. This is the twenty-first century. A young Fae woman should be able to decide when it’s time for her to get married, not the governing body of our realm.”

Marric’s eyes didn’t waiver from Noelle as she spoke. Even without words, Noelle felt comforted by her friend’s presence. Maybe it was the chance to get her worries out in the open and off her chest that gave her relief, but deep down, Noelle was sure that it was Marric.

“But I’m sure that you’re just bored with my complaints,” she said with a hard laugh. She let loose a giggle as Marric butted her with his head. She wrapped her arms around his large neck and buried her head in his thick fur, squeezing tight before she let go.

“Ok, I’ll do it. For my family. For Faery,” she whispered, accepting what her family needed from her and what Faery would need from her.

Copyright © 2016 by Ariel Marie
**This is a sneak peek into the unedited version. This is not the final copy as some things may change. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

The Author:

Ariel Marie is an author who loves the paranormal, action and hot steamy romance. She combines all three in each and every one of her stories. For as long as she can remember, she has loved vampires, shifters and every creature you can think of. This even rolls over into her favorite movies! She love a good action packed thriller! Throw a touch of the supernatural world in it and she’s hooked!

She grew up in Cleveland, Ohio where she currently resides with her husband and three beautiful children.

Want to know more about her and her books? Visit her website.

Sunday, 30 October 2016

Interview with Rahul Deokar

My guest for today is Rahul Deokar, author of Quest for Kriya.

Welcome to Just Books, Rahul.
Would you please begin by telling us a little about yourself and your background.

I grew up in Juhu, a western suburb of Mumbai, India, famous for its sprawling beach and home to Bollywood celebrities. In our loving household, my parents - particularly mom, ran a tight ship with just the right amount of discipline and freedom.
I was always a good student, even scored a 50/50 in English in high-school, which is fairly uncommon, and once, almost started a mini-rebellion when our senior English teacher refused to admit her serious grammatical error. But as is the norm in middle-class families in India, if you aspire to do well in life, you need to focus either on engineering or the medical profession. So I did, and graduated with top honors from VJTI, one of the oldest (founded in 1887) engineering colleges in Asia.
I came to USA as a student pursuing a Masters in Computer Engineering and later an MBA at Iowa State University, New York University, and Santa Clara University. I rode the customary rollercoaster start-up journey in the Silicon Valley technology industry, being eventually acquired by a leading software company. I currently live in the San Francisco Bay Area with my loving wife and two adorable kids.

When and why did you decide to become a writer?

Today as a seasoned executive, I travel for my company’s business and these work trips take me all over the world. They provide me a wonderful immersive experience as I get to partake of different cultures, environs, and the people. Also, on these long flights and the jet-lagged, sleepless nights in hotel rooms, I tend to read a lot of books.
On one of these international flights back to Bay Area, perhaps it was the rarity of air or lack of oxygen, I had a flash. A moment of inspiration! Or moment of insanity, maybe. A thought, an idea, a story germinated. I was excited but apprehensive. And when I got back home, I couldn’t get it out of my head. But it’s one thing to have an idea, and an altogether different ball-game to execute on it. I did not necessary have all the skills and tools of the craft of writing a novel.
So, I began to learn the art and science of fiction writing. I must have immersed myself in at least 15 to 20 how-to books that enlightened me on how to create an unforgettable plot, how to make your settings come alive, and how to create flawed characters that readers can relate to. I learnt about transformation arcs, effective dialogues, much-needed conflict, and the dichotomy of character’s thoughts, words and deeds.
Feeling confident with this new knowledge, I embarked on my writing adventure…

Do you have a specific writing style?

I learnt there are two writing styles: one that is very structured, outlining the plot and characters in excruciating detail before the actual writing begins, and the second style that flows more like a stream of consciousness driven mainly by intense but sporadic inspiration. I’d like to think my writing style is an amalgamation of the two – a structured stream of consciousness that goes back and forth between immaculate planning and letting it go. I try to flexibly adapt/adjust to the immediate need of the story-telling.

Tell us about your writing routine; what’s a typical writing day for you?

I like to start my day early in the morning, particularly for the creative aspects of the story where new plot twists and character conflicts are being introduced. My mind is most fresh and fertile in those pre-dawn hours when everything and everyone around you is quiet; only your ideas are clamoring to get distilled and transcribed.
Then as the day progresses, I focus more on the reviewing, editing and fine-tuning of what has already been written. Towards dusk and evening, a nice glass of wine can occasionally provide second wind to continue the writing/editing process.

What is the thing you struggle with the most while writing?

When I read my work, if I don’t feel like I am in the midst of the scene personally experiencing all the happenings, I get very frustrated as an author. I need all the senses of a reader to be fully engaged - seeing, hearing, and breathing the unfolding of the story around him. So, I make every attempt to revise and inject any missing dynamism and liveliness into every aspect, willing those tiny black and white words to bring alive the scene, the settings and character interactions in vibrant hues.
However, many a time, I struggle to know where to draw the line and when to stop making these adjustments. Every re-read of a chapter, a scene, a sentence, points out something to fix, and improve, and enliven. I have to force myself to stop making the edits once it gets to a certain state, pull myself away and work on something else.

What is the name of your book and what inspired it?

My latest (also my debut) book is Quest for Kriya, a moving saga of love, friendship and sacrifice. Life’s wisdom gained through years of stumbling, reaching within, and picking oneself up, made me realize that the great epics and scriptures (Ramayana, Mahabharata, the Iliad and the Odyssey, Bible, Koran, Bhagawad Gita) have embedded at their core certain esoteric but absolute truths. Our exalted ancestors rightly understood that if these truths are to endure the tribulations of time, they have to be relayed as stories the common man could understand, re-tell, and pass on from generation to generation. And lo behold. These stories have indeed outlived cataclysms and human wars, and are still so very much a part of our world history and culture.
The challenge though is that these stories were told with characters of long-gone eras amidst settings and scenarios far removed from the current, modern world. I asked myself: why can’t a story be told in today’s times with today’s characters that embody these truths; wouldn’t the readers be able to relate and resonate better to something that is their way of life?
This was the humble inspiration driving Quest for Kriya.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

The experiences are a combination of events from my own life and from the lives of folks I know. Take Shiva’s startup rollercoaster ride; I obviously base it on my own startup experience and that of my friends in the Bay Area. But to create the part about Shakti’s loss of her brother Sanju and her family in the Latur earthquake; I had to dig into the deep recesses of the emotional loss of my dear uncle Sanju who grew up with me in the same house, but passed away at a very young age in a car accident in the US.
As I often say, 50% is based on real experiences (both mine and of folks I know) and the other 50% is pure fiction. It’s just not obvious which 50% is which, and I’d like to keep it that way. I mentioned this recently at a panel discussion, and another panelist quoted his standard riposte when asked how much of his book was based on real life: “all the hot, incredible sex scenes are completely real!”

Which, if any, of your personality traits did you write into your characters?

I have sprinkled my personality traits generously across the board into multiple characters in the story. However no single character embodies all the traits - some are in the good guys, some in the bad guys, some in the male characters and some others in the female ones. For instance, Shiva is a workaholic like me, Harry shares my fascination with spirituality and occult, while Shakti goes through a brooding, despondent phase before her resurgence. Actually, every character is a concoction of several traits – mine and other folks whom I have observed.

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

The character names are very important to me. And the meanings certainly matter more than the sound of it. If you are a reader of mythology, you will realize that some of the character names in my books, in fact, tell entire stories by themselves.

What is your favourite part or scene in the novel?

It’s really hard to pick the most favorite scene, almost like choosing who your favorite kid is. But there’s one scene that keeps playing in my mind again and again, where Shiva is running in desperation alongside a drowning Shakti who’s been swept away by threatening tsunami waves. Tumultuous thoughts undulate around in his head and intense emotions gush across his heart as he makes every attempt to save her. His sheer vulnerability and frantic denial of the possibility of losing her forever gets me every time.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

I realized that though the actual task of writing is a very secluded process, it takes an entire village to publish and promote a book. No man and no author can be an island. I was exceedingly fortunate and will remain forever indebted to some amazing friends and family who encouraged me and helped spread the word with conviction. The belief and unconditional backing of these well-wishers has brought Quest for Kriya to where it is today. Without them it would be nowhere.

Can you tell us anything about any of your current work(s)-in-progress? And what can we expect from you in the future?

In fact, when I wrote Quest for Kriya, I had envisioned it as the first of a Trilogy. But I wasn’t sure how the readers would respond to my debut attempt, whether the book would just sink down unceremoniously without a blip. Naturally, you see your own baby as cute, precious, and one-of-a-kind, but expert critics and unforgiving readers don't don the same rose-tinted glasses as you. I was apprehensive, but when they scrutinized and said "the baby ain't all that bad”, now I feel somewhat confident to start the second one.
I have recently begun to craft a storyline and plot for the sequel. I am furiously making notes about the characters (the previous beloved ones and some interesting additions), the new settings, and the central conflicts that drive everything into motion.

Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors.

As a teenager, I had a voracious reading appetite, and the summers would be an amazing journey to distant places in curious, learning-shoes of the multi-faceted characters. My reading ranged from suspense/mystery thrillers to epic tales and philosophies from Ayn Rand, Kahlil Gibran, Fedor Dostoevsky and Albert Camus, to spirituality from the East and West. That phase of my reading life, I know for sure, had the biggest influence on my thinking and intellect. Later on, I was fortunate to read and relish books from some of my new-favorite authors: Shantaram (Gregory David Roberts), Sacred Games (Vikram Chandra), and Game of Thrones series (George R. R. Martin). Currently, I am reading this amazing book All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr.

What do you like to do when you're not writing?

I love to spend time with my wife and kids, go on hikes in the nature, outings at the movies or rock-climbing gyms, and vacations to various parts of the world. At home, my wife – the top chef that she is, churns out some delectable delicacies. She also loves to eat out and sample all kinds of cuisines, and I am a willing partner-in-crime. My son loves tennis and I push my old legs to exchange rallies with him to challenge his status of “king of the court”. As for my teenage daughter, I am currently exercising my fatherly patience to rekindle the unique bond we once shared while I wait for her core, loving self to emerge on the other side of this phase of rebellious angst. Meanwhile, I just adore her spunk and get exasperated in turns.

If you were ever stranded on a deserted island what would you miss and which three books would you take along?

Unfortunately, most of us have become slaves to the smartphone, and it’s tough to imagine life without it on a deserted island or anywhere else for that matter. This would definitely cause some withdrawal symptoms.
The list of three books I would take along include:
  • The Fountainhead
  • Shantaram
  • The Upanishads

Thank you for joining us today, Rahul. I hope you enjoyed your visit.


Saturday, 29 October 2016

1000 Kilos by Ted Jonsson

Yasmin Spiteri is a professional business woman to most. Smart and beautiful, men easily full for her charms. But she is also the queen of deception.

As a luxury liner approaches Valletta harbour, a small unmanned submarine slides out from the double hull and heads for Kalkara. It doesn’t make it as it veers off course and right into Yasmin’s path.

On board is 1000 Kilos of cocaine belonging to the Russian Mafia, with a street value of a 100 million Euros.

As the Mafia start to kill indiscriminately in a race to find the drugs, Yasmin manages to dodge the bullet, staying one step ahead by playing everybody.

But as the turf war escalates, things get very personal for Yasmin when her daughter Cydel goes missing. She soon realises that it’s not just the Mafia she should worry about, as her complex web of lies comes back to haunt her.

The Author:

Formerly in sales and marketing for most of his career, Ted is now semi-retired and living in Malta in a small village on the east coast called Xghajra. (It took him three months to learn it is pronounced ‘Shira’)

His debut novel, 1000 Kilos, is a modern day thriller and of course it made perfect sense to base the story around his new home in Malta.

Ted is currently working on a YA fantasy fiction series, Chasing Reality. And has so many ideas and plans there’s just not enough days in the week.

Friday, 28 October 2016

Spotlight on Women Like Us by Jason Pomerance

Susan Jones, a brash and ballsy chef who hopscotches from one demanding restaurant job to the next, was barely in her twenties when she married and had a son, Henry. But after her marriage to Andrew fell apart, she ceded most of the raising of the baby to her mother-in-law, the very opinionated Edith Vale, a woman as formidable and steely as her stiff blond bouffant, the veritable helmet that helps her soldier through life. Now, after letting Henry drift away, Susan is determined to make things right. But just as mother and son seem to make headway after embarking on a cross-country road trip, things take a dark turn. When the family reconvenes in California, everybody must fight to find courage and humor in the face of a situation that threatens to change them all forever.

Photo by Steven Murashige

Jason Pomerance was born in New York City, grew up in Westchester County, and graduated from Middlebury College. He lives in Los Angeles with his partner and their beagles.

He has written film and television projects for numerous studios and production companies, including Warner Brothers, Columbia Pictures, FremantleMedia, and Gold Circle Films.

Women Like Us is his first novel.

★★★★★ Modern Day Ya-Ya's on the West Coast!
I just loved this book, and raced through it no time. Pomerance paints a poignant picture of a family that is split and then comes together over the course of the story. You start out thinking it's a story about Susan, the chef, but to me, it's really a story about Edith Vale, her Mother-in -law, a Pasadena doyenne. The prose is beautiful, painting eloquent word pictures that bring the action to life. It really did put in mind of the Ya-Ya books in a very good way. You really feel for the characters, and understand their challenges. I hope to see more stories about Edith and her family in the future.
~reviewed by Lainie H. on Amazon

Thursday, 27 October 2016

The Blessed Knights by Mary Ting

Celebrate the Release of The Blessed Knights 
by Mary Ting!

Eli, Lucia's half-demon love interest, has been stabbed with a true-cross dagger and captured by Cyrus, master of the possessor demons.

The Chosen Knights must work together once again not only to save Eli, but also to decipher a clue to find the second missing page of Jacques de Molay's journal. Meanwhile, Uncle Davin informs Crossroads Divine Elders of the danger ahead and learns there is much more to fear.

Countless children are being taken from all over the world to be turned into demons.

Michael, one of the Divine Elders, has no choice but to intervene. The Chosen Knights track down Mortem, the demon who is the key to finding Cyrus, and learn they must travel deep into the pit of a Hawaiian volcano.

When they astral travel to the past in search of a clue and follow Jacques de Moley to Roselyn Chapel in medieval Scotland, what they find will rewrite history.

Out October 28, 2016
Pre-order this title from Amazon

Add The Blessed Knights to your TBR pile on Goodreads!


      Ikelia leaned back against the door and looked at her fingernails as if she was bored while the other hand stroked the dagger on her belt. “What do you want, Vince? Why bother to come? You know how this will go. You’ll try to capture me, but I’ll humiliate you by kicking you out. Run along to Cyrus and tell him you couldn’t find me, and maybe he won’t butcher you.”
      Vince hissed and whipped out his sword, and in a flash he was in front of her. Pointing the tip on Ikelia’s neck, he said, “Don’t mock me, little witch.” He lowered his gaze and the sword. “No necklace this time? What a pity.” He clucked his tongue and raised his hand to show her the same sunburst necklace Eli had around his neck.
      Ikelia shoved the sword out of the way and paced toward the broken glass. “You can keep it. It won’t protect you, and it certainly won’t harm me. Besides, you don’t know the spell. You weren’t worthy to have one passed down to you. What a shame. It’s quite useful when you know how to use one.”
      After she walked in a complete circle, she bent down on her knees and placed her hands a few inches off the pile of shards. At her mumbled words, blue, red, gold, and green pieces lifted in the air and pressed together, forming a beautiful three-feet-tall vase I had seen earlier on top of a small wooden table. The item had glued itself back together.
      “There.” Ikelia clapped her hands two times and strode toward the door. “Good as new.” She smirked. “It’s like you were never here. Your magic is no match for mine. You’re in my domain. Don’t forget that. And I believe you have something that is mine.” She wiggled her index finger. The sunburst necklace Vince held flew into her hands and coiled around her neck.
      Vince’s eyes darkened. He trembled with rage, ready to pounce on her, but instead raised his arm toward the glass cases.
      The top of one of the glass cases shattered outward, and glass splinters blasted in the air. From inside the case, a small dagger flew toward her as he threw the one from his belt.
      I gasped, and then held the breath. Had she seen the second dagger coming for her? I twitched, ready to bolt to her rescue, even though I knew I shouldn’t, but Father pressed his hand on my shoulder, firm and strong. He knew me too well. I had failed Eli, and I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing for his mother. I had enough guilt as it was; I didn’t want to add more.
      The first dagger stopped inches from the spot between her eyes, but the second one nicked her leg and dropped to the ground with a loud clang. Blood soaked the dark fabric, but she made no sound. I was pretty sure she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hurting her.
      “Are you bleeding? Pity, I guess you can’t handle more than one at a time. You’ve been warned, but you can surrender anytime.”
      Vince raised his hand again. Five daggers bolted from under his cloak fast as lightning. They jabbed her cape and pinned her against the wooden door, two daggers on each side and one between her legs, while some sort of darkness swirled around her. Magic light, only visible to supernatural beings.
      “Well, well, well, what will Cyrus think of me now? I think he’ll butcher you instead of me. What do you think?” He took a step toward her with each word. Caressing her cheek, he spoke again. “It’s too bad we’re not on the same side, precious witch. Such a waste of a pretty thing. Now my eyes will be sore from missing your beautiful face. There aren’t many beautiful things that hold my attention in this world.”
      “Shut up. Let me go,” Ikelia spat, wiggling herself to set free.
      Vince pushed back. “Don’t even bother. Don’t you know about my special daggers? No magic can break my spell.”
      Ikelia’s lips spread wide in a smug grin, like she had something up her sleeve, but she did nothing nor said nothing to break the daggers’ spell. “Don’t worry, Vince. You know I always have something handy, even if it isn’t on me.”
      Vince whipped his head toward the wall, straight at us. Could he see us? Impossible. Father shielded us. Raising his chin, his nose twitched, like a dog sniffing the air. “I was right. You do have a human—not one, but two?” He beamed a mischievous grin. “Stay right there.” He didn’t look at her, but instead placed his palms flat against the wall just feet from where we looked through. “I feel so much energy coming through the wall. Perhaps someone or some beings are spying on us.”
      I stiffened and held my breath as he tapped the wall. Ikelia watched with narrowed, daggered eyes.
      “There’s nothing there, idiot. Touch the wall all you wish.” Ikelia scoffed.
      “Release the wall, Ikelia, or I’ll hurt you more,” he threatened, eyes cold and unyielding.
      Everyone inch of me begged her to do it, only because I had no idea what torture Vince would inflict on her. I already knew she wouldn’t die. Vince had said he was to take her to Cyrus, and I had watched her die when Eli and I astral walked to the day of her death. But then I thought of Jacques and Geoffroi. What took Vince so long to figure out humans were on the other side? Did they come out of the barrels? Oh please, let me be wrong.
      When she didn’t answer, a smaller dagger flew out from the glass case and dug into Ikelia’s leg, the same spot she had been nicked earlier. Her body curled inward, but the restraints held her in place. Her face blanched and eyes rolled back, but she didn’t make a sound.
      “Release the barrier, Ikelia,” Vince demanded, his tone harder and colder.
      When she did nothing again, the dagger twisted, digging into her flesh. That time, she cried out. She must have released the shield unwillingly for Vince to curl his lips to his ears.
      “That’s a good girl,” he cooed. “I think I’ll have fun with your pets.” He winked at her, and one of his feet slipped right through the wall.
      I panicked. We had to help Jacques and Geoffroi. But before I could mutter a word, Ikelia closed her eyes, and then shot her eyes open toward the clock. The pendulum stopped ticking, frozen in place. As if the clock held the power of time and space inside the store, everything stilled, even Vince, who was almost through to the other side. One heel stuck out.

The Author:

International Bestselling, Award-Winning, Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great.

1 Grand Prize: $20 Giftcard to Amazon
2 Runner-Ups: Digital Edition of Any Backlist Title from M. Clarke or Mary Ting

Check out the entire Angel Knights series!


Michael and Claudia’s decision to move back to Crossroads was to keep their children safe, but they can’t escape who they are. Their children, Zachary and Lucia, were destined to be demon hunters—Venators. From the age they were able to hold a sword, they were trained to become the best and to ensure they would become leaders one day.

All is peaceful throughout the land until the Fallen and demons’ presences were felt in the between and on Earth. As the Venators investigate these locations, they will quickly learn how dangerous their lives are. Hearts will be broken. Teammates will lose their lives. And they will face obstacles which will test their faith.

As danger grows, the fear of fallen angels and demons regrouping has the Divine Elders on pins and needles. Now, Zachary and Lucia, along with Uncle Davin, must prepare themselves—mentally and physically—to live on Earth to investigate where the focal point of evil resides before it’s too late.


A page turning mystery with a supernatural twist that entertains to the last page! ~InD'tale Magazine

When teens go missing in Hawaii, a group of demon-hunters—half human and half angel—disguised as high school students, must leave Crossroads, the place where they reside. In a race against time, they uncover the mystery connecting the missing teens, which dates back to the era of the Knights Templar. However, when they discover one of the Templars passed down a book containing all the secrets and codes to finding a particular treasure, they soon realize this forbidden treasure needs to be found before Cyrus, the lord of the possessor demons, acquires it—a treasure which been safeguarded and hidden from him.

There is only one problem: the pages containing the clues leading to the treasure is missing. When the first page is found, Cyrus threatens to kill more descendants of the Knights Templar if it is not given to him by Friday the thirteenth. In the midst of threats and discovery, the demon-hunting angels find they are not alone when supernatural beings begin to reveal themselves. Can they put their differences aside and work together to solve the Knights Templars’ cipher? As they astral travel to the past, they witness a lot more than they have bargained for. And some things are better left unseen.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

The Jigsaw and The Fan by Stewart Bint

Stewart Bint’s latest novel has been published as a paperback and ebook by Dragon Moon Press.

The Jigsaw And The Fan is described as social satire.

Albert Carter has died, and finds himself in the spirit world, to get sorted out at St Christopher’s gates. Having been a successful shop steward picketing the management of Jebson’s Glue Factory on behalf of his colleagues, he feels confident his final destination is Heaven, with the rest of the decent, honest working class.

However, on arrival at St Christopher’s Doomsday Ministry, an inspectors’ strike means all spirits in transit have to be temporarily repatriated to Earth as ghosts, until the dispute is settled.

Albert’s ghostly assignment is his worst nightmare: a wealthy Lord’s manor which operates on the hard-earned wages of his own class.

Immediately on arrival, he decides to ruin the capitalist family, and begins his unlawful haunting as the Ghost of Marlston Manor. Watching him from the heavens is a host of guardian angels, elders, overlords and scribes – all scrambling to undo the havoc that Albert is blunderingly creating in his short stint as a ghost.

The final straw comes as Albert riles up a ‘fright’ of ghosts to collude and protest their sentences on Earth – and Albert finally faces St Christopher.

It’s pure satire, from start to finish, looking at various levels of conflict.

And, as we all know, conflict of some sort is at the heart of almost every story.

The conflict in The Jigsaw And The Fan comes in many guises: Albert v. the management of Jebson’s Glue factory; Albert v. Lord Maxwell Filchester Barrington-Pottesherbert; Wallace v. Mozelbeek; and the inspectors v. St Christopher.

Stewart Bint explains that the original idea for the book stemmed from his days working for BBC Radio, reading the news and presenting current affairs programmes during the time of the bitter miner's strike in the UK.

“I wanted to tell a story about the futility of such disputes, looking especially at how both sides are as bad as each other. Never having been involved personally in anything like that miners strike…just interviewing miners, their families, and the police regularly…I knew I could never capture the raw emotion that would be needed to make a hard-hitting book a success.
So I chose to satirise the miners strike in this way, without actually mentioning it once in the book.”

The Author:

In a nutshell:

International novelist published by Dragon Moon Press. Journalist/magazine columnist. Active awareness campaigner for mental health and sepsis. Named on the 2016 list of "Inspirational Mental Health Advocates that are changing the world."

Previous roles include radio presenter, newsreader and phone-in host.

Married to Sue, with two grown-up children, Chris and Charlotte, and a charismatic budgie called Alfie

Lives in Leicestershire, UK. Usually goes barefoot.

Stewart Bint now puts a little bit of flesh on the bones:

“I’m just an ageing hippy who goes barefoot almost all the time and likes to entertain people through stories. My books aren’t great art and they’re not great literature, but my readers tell me they’re entertaining, so that’s good enough for me.

“I was born in the dim and distant past (under extreme torture I have been known to admit to 1956). I have worked both for the BBC and commercial radio as a newsreader, current affairs presenter and ‘phone-in host. Now I’m a novelist, magazine columnist, and Public Relations writer.

Family life – I’m married with two grown-up children, and an extremely charismatic budgie called Alfie.

I was bitten by the writing bug when I was seven in 1963, through watching the original series of what has been my favourite television series ever since: Doctor Who. Even at that young age, I was enraptured by the storylines which can take place at any time in the past and future, and absolutely anywhere in the universe and beyond. I started creating my own worlds and characters, writing my stories in little blue notebooks until my parents bought me a portable typewriter for my 9th birthday.

And those make-believe worlds became invaluable after my Dad died when I was 11. I retreated more and more into those places where I was in control of my characters’ fate, knowing that whatever happened to them during the story I would make sure they were okay in the end. My worlds were certainly better than the real one at that time.

In my twenties, it was my ambition to become a published novelist by the time I was 30. Hhmmm, I was 26 years too late with that…achieving it when I was 56 in 2012. I’d kept on writing fiction as a hobby, but it was only on holiday, bobbing up and down with a friend in the Caribbean Sea when he said I ought to seriously try and get published.

So I dusted down an old manuscript, gave it a thorough working over and submitted it. Now, with three novels, two novellas, a collection of short stories, a compilation of my early magazine columns, and a contributor to several short story anthologies, I’m mighty glad I took his advice.

Other Books by Stewart Bint:

The Jigsaw And The Fan
In Shadows Waiting

Ashday's Child

Short story collection:

Up Close And Personal

Awethology Dark
December Awethology Light
Blood Moon
Ghostly Writes Anthology (to be released 31st October 2016)

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

The Pacifist by Jenny Holiday

She’s done holding her peace…

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Title: The Pacifist
Series: New Wave Newsroom #3
Author: Jenny Holiday
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: October 25, 2016
Length: 36k words
Format: Digital/Paperback
Digital ISBN: 978-0-9950927-3-0
Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9950927-2-3

She's done holding her peace...

Laraline Reynolds has spent her entire life as a certified Good Girl. The perpetual peacemaker in her volatile, conservative family, Laraline promises herself that she'll spend her last year of grad school getting in touch with her inner rebel before she settles down and marries her family-approved long-distance boyfriend. But Laraline's Year of Fun quickly turns into something more complicated, and she finds herself at the forefront of a movement to change her college's sexual assault policy.

It's the Year of No Fun for Tony Bianchi. A fifth-year senior, he needs to graduate, so he's put a moratorium on his two favorite distractions: girls and photography. But when Laraline comes calling, needing some photos for her cause--and for her campaign for a seat on the college board of governors--Tony's resistance comes crashing down.

They both fall hard. But while Tony is ready to give it everything he's got, Laraline is afraid. She wasn't prepared for her one-year rebellion to lead her to the life she truly wants. In order to break free from her family, she'll need to do the scariest thing of all--follow her heart.

Excerpt 1:

“Tony, there’s someone here to see you.”
It was Beth calling through the door of the darkroom, though I had already recognized her knock. Beth was the editor of the Examiner and though she was a relentless newshound, she had a surprisingly tentative knock, at least compared to Jenny, her predecessor. Funny that I’d spent so much time in this darkroom over the years that I could distinguish between the knocks of my editors.
I wasn’t supposed to be here, working on the second issue of the year. I should have been in my apartment, getting a jump on my reading for the four classes I was taking this semester. I’d never successfully passed four classes in a semester before. If Jenny was still in charge around here, she would have kicked me out. Beth, who knew all about my self-imposed Semester of No Fun, had not. So, like a junkie in search of a fix, here I was, hunched over in the red-tinged darkness.
Beth’s knock was joined by another, more insistent one. More of a pounding, really. Definitely someone else.
The door shook. I moved quickly to shove the photo paper into its black plastic bag, lest my more aggressive visitor knock the door off the hinges and flood the room with light.
“Give me a sec!” Who could want to see me so urgently? My twin sister, Tanya, had graduated, as had Jenny and Dawn and most of my close friends who would know to find me here. That was part of the point. No friends left on campus meant no social temptation and should have made it easier to put my head down and plow through Introduction to Geology. (Yes, I had failed Rocks for Jocks the first time around.)
The pounding continued. “Hang on!” I double-checked that my paper was secure in its bag before closing the bag in its box. Then I swung open the door, blinking against the sudden brightness.
Blinking against the sudden beauty.
Because it was her. The girl from the picture. And, all warm medium-brown skin, flashing brown eyes, and scarlet-painted lips, she was gorgeous.
She was also not pleased.
“What the hell is this?” she yelled, waving a copy of Tuesday’s paper, which featured her courtyard kiss on the cover. The paper had an Overheard/Overseen on Campus section, and we sometimes ran a photo in it. Beth had, as I’d predicted, moved the feature to the front page and run my shot in color.
“Hey,” I said, flashing my trademark grin that was so popular with the ladies. Even though I wasn’t supposed to be deploying that grin this year, it might mitigate some of the tension rolling off this girl. “It’s nice to properly meet you. I’m Tony.”
I held out my hand for her to shake, but she  looked at it like I was offering her a handful of shit. So I did a lame stretching/fixing-my-hair thing to cover the fact that my overture had been rebuffed, which was stupid, because as pretty as she was, what did I care what this girl thought of me? It was the Semester of No Fun, right?
“Well, Tony,” she said, her voice having gone quiet, which was jarring after the yelling. It did something to me, hearing my name on her lips like that, all breathy and intimate. It made me comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time, which made no sense, but there it was. “How about we start with the fact that you have ruined my life.”

Jenny Holiday started writing at age nine when her awesome fourth grade teacher gave her a notebook and told her to start writing some stories. That first batch featured mass murderers on the loose, alien invasions, and hauntings. (Looking back, she’s amazed no one sent her to a kid-shrink.) She’s been writing ever since. After a brief detour to get a PhD in geography, she worked as a professional writer, producing everything from speeches to magazine articles. More recently, her tastes having evolved from alien invasions to happily-ever-afters, she tried her hand at romance. A lifelong city-lover, she lives in Toronto, Canada, with her family. She is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Greenburger Associates.

Excerpt 2:

My reaction was all out of whack. She was kissing me softly, gently, her lips moving against mine almost chastely, but everything inside me roared to life. I was hard in an instant, and a herd of rhinos seemed to be having a party in my stomach. I gave it a few beats to make sure this wasn’t some kind of “thanks for helping with the zine, buddy,” kiss that she’d miscalibrated, but when she didn’t seem to be retreating, I settled my hands on her cheeks and deepened the kiss slightly, hoping she’d come along with me.
She did. She opened her mouth, and I couldn’t stifle a groan as our tongues touched. It had been so long, and she felt so good. The way she sighed into my mouth did some kind of caveman thing to me. I was stupidly proud that I had the power to summon those noises from Laraline, who, at least in my experience with her, was usually so proud and self-contained.
She took a step closer. I’d purposefully been touching her only with my hands. I didn’t want her to feel my raging boner and think I was a jerk. But there was nowhere to go. My butt was against the counter, and she had me cornered.
But she didn’t seem to mind. “Tony,” she breathed, breaking our kiss as she pressed her body against mine and buried her head in my neck. I gave in and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, letting the feel of soft breasts against my chest permeate my being. God, she felt so good. I needed a better word. She felt…like everything.
But then it was over. Too soon. What could I do when she pulled away, though, but let her?
I expected a big speech, something about how that had been a mistake. Maybe she would invoke Jason.
But instead she just flashed me a smile—a full, unreserved grin that almost took my breath away. Then she turned and took a piece of pizza from the box, walked the few steps to the main room, flopped down on my bed, and said, “Dynasty is on. Can we watch it?”
“Sure.” I laughed. I’m not really sure why. It could have been because the whole thing was so surreal. Making out with Laraline and then watching TV—Dynasty, no less, my sister’s favorite—like nothing had happened.
Or it could have just been because I was happy.
Goddamn it.

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Monday, 24 October 2016

Lost & Found by Tracy Kincaid

Cover reveal!

Lost & Found
Book Three in The Family Tree Series will be released: November 7, 2016

Unravel the truth of a deep dark past…
Benny Stone never thought his estranged parents would show up to his engagement party, let alone want to move back to Gettysburg. Now he must find a way to live in the same town as them, without destroying his relationship with Sally.
Sally Cooper was on cloud nine when Benny proposed, with the return of his parents, and discovering that his childhood home holds haunting secrets, the promise of her fairy tale wedding becomes further away then ever.
Together, they must unravel the truth of a deep dark past that could either bring them closer together or drive them apart.
Lost and Found is the third book in the Family Tree Series. This book follows the events in Past, Present, and Future.

Sneak peek:

“I love you, Sally.” I reach for her face and pull her in for a kiss. I’ve never felt this complete before. I’m glad that everyone has finally gone home so I can have her all to myself. She threads her fingers in my hair as she deepens the kiss.

Our kisses become more heated, and I reluctantly pull away. “Should we go upstairs? As hot as you look in that dress, I would love to get you out of it.”

She nods. I take her hand and lead her up to our bedroom as she gathers her skirt in her other hand. Once inside, I step behind her and kiss her neck. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look tonight?” I move around so I’m standing in front of her. I tuck my finger under her chin and give her a chaste kiss, then I take my coat off and lay it on the nearby chair, before unbuttoning her dress.

Slowly, I let the dress fall to the ground, offering my hand to allow her to step out of it. I start to remove my suspenders when she steps toward me.

“Allow me,” she smirks. I let my hands fall to my side. She kisses my neck as she pulls down my suspenders, then unbuttons my shirt. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her mouth on me. I look forward to worshipping this woman for the rest of my life.

She eases back onto the bed, pulling me with her.

The Author:

Tracy Kincaid is a native Southern Californian who transplanted to South Western Pennsylvania. A wife and mother of three. When she is not writing you can find her reading or crafting. She enjoys the outdoors, whether it be working in the garden or hanging out with family and friends.
She currently has 2 books available, Changing Lives and Freeing Lost Souls. She is working on the 2nd book in The Family Tree series and hopes to get it out in Summer 2016. Sign up for her newsletter, through her website to stay up to date with book signings and new releases.

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Rock's Redemption by Chiah Wilder

ROCK’S REDEMPTION, Insurgents Motorcycle Club: Book 8 by Author Chiah Wilder

Rock is the ripped, handsome Sergeant-At-Arms for the Insurgents MC. Being one of the club’s officers, women clamor to share his bed. The biker’s more than willing to oblige as long it’s a short-time hookup; long-term relationship is not part of his vocabulary.

He’s only been in love once—a long time ago—and the end result was shattering. He learned his lesson: keep his heart encased in steel.

The tragic night that sent him to prison is over even though it still simmers inside him. But once he joined the Insurgents MC, he vowed to leave the past darkness and disappointments back in Louisiana. He’s embraced his new life of brotherhood, booze, easy women, and Harleys. It suits him just fine. Some things are best left alone, especially a pretty brunette who destroyed his heart.

Easy sex has become his mantra.

Until his past crashes into his life….

Clotille Boucher is the wealthy, spoiled girl who’d stolen Rock’s heart many years ago. From a young age, family loyalty was drilled into her, so when darkness engulfed her and Rock, fleeing seemed to be the only way out for her. Deciding to make a new life for herself, she didn’t count on having to pay for the sins of her brother.

Just when her life doesn’t seem like it could get worse, a face from her past gives her a glimmer of hope. Shamed that Rock has to see how far she’s fallen, she pretends her life is exactly what she wants, but his penetrating stare tells her he’s not buying her act.

Fearful that the secrets of the past will catch up with her and Rock, her inclination is to do what she does best—run away. Only problem is, Rock’s not letting her slip away so easily this time.

Can two damaged people learn to trust one another again? Will Rock be able to reconcile the demons that have plagued him since that tragic night? Does Clotille offer him redemption or destruction?

As Rock and Clotille maneuver the treacherous waters of their past and present, someone is lurking behind the shadows to make sure the truth never comes out.

ROCK'S REDEMPTION is Book 8 of the Insurgents Motorcycle Club Series by Author Chiah Wilder.

The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Rock and Clotille’s love story. This book contains violence, sexual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes.
It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club.
If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book.
HEA. No cliffhangers!
The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

The Author:

Chiah Wilder is the author of the successful Insurgents MC series.
Chiah's love of bad boys has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons.

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