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Being Brave Enough To Know Who You Really Are…

My novel, The Love Detective, comes out on the 28th September and with its launch I’ve realised that I’m at my happiest when I’m writing.  Should this concern me? Does it mean that I am more connected to my imaginary characters than to real people? Yes and no. They are different relationships. I feel differently about them. And there is a cross-over. Aspects of the lives and personality traits of friends, family and acquaintances steal in to my stories where they then develop and morph in to creatures in their own right. And my fictional world can sometimes, by imagining how a scenario might play out in a novel, give me an insight in to situations where I might otherwise take a tunnel-vision approach.

It has taken a long time to know what really makes me happy. And I’ve wasted a lot of years. It should have been easy. For some lucky people it is… that recognition of what it is that really drives them and then having the focus and courage to pursue it. That was never me. 

I was always so much better at knowing what I didn’t want rather than I what I did. I don’t think I’m alone in this. Many of us, for a variety of reasons (including lack of self-worth, guilt about concentrating on ourselves/having to put someone else’s needs before our own) shy away from asking ourselves the questions: Who am I and what do I need to do in order to honour my core and be fully myself? 

They’re not comfortable questions. And for some, the answers will be unsettling and scary. 

What changes might I have to make? How will those changes affect the people around me? What if I screw everything up and fall flat on my face? Then what? 

Well… check out the very last sentence in The Love Detective and you will find out what I believe!


The Love Detective
A Clarry Pennhaligan Mystery
Angela Dyson


Genre: Chick-Lit, Thriller, Women’s,Contemporary Fiction
Publisher: Matador Books
Publication Date: 28  September 2018
ISBN: 9781789010282
"Pacy, funny and exciting. Cynical yet romantic at heart, Clarry is a girl that you can't help but like - and root for...." – Independent Reviewer
“He’d thought himself the hunter, that I was easy prey but what he hadn’t bargained for, was contending with a woman who hadn’t eaten a square meal in twenty-four hours. I get mean when I’m hungry.”
Clarry Pennhaligan, low on ambition but high on energy, can’t seem to come up with a proper grown-up plan to kick-start her life. Planning really isn’t her thing. But then she happens upon her true vocation: Snooping.  Discovering other people’s secrets and getting paid for it. What could possibly go wrong? Well……as it turns out, just about everything and soon Clarry finds herself in real danger.
The Love Detective is the first in a series due for release in September 2018. The second book will follow in late spring 2019.
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About the Author:
Angela Dyson ditched her London life and downsized her home to move to the sticks in Surrey, to follow her dream to become a professional author. She loves to write but to pay the bills (Angela soon discovered that utility companies, bank managers and landlords aren’t known for their generosity and understanding natures,) she had to squeeze the writing in with working for a living. Some of the jobs to which she only gave half her attention have included working for a recording studio and a record label, running a building maintenance company where pretty much the only upside was getting to boss a lot of men about all day, doing a bit of plus size modelling (strictly clothes on) and, for one memorable summer, making a living reading palms on a Greek Island.
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Rebecca's Quest by Blair Drake

Rebecca's QuestFinding MagicBook EightBlair Drake
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Magic Quest Books
ASIN: B07DYBNSHY
Number of pages: 193Word Count: 67,550
Cover Artist: Jennifer Zemanek/Seedlings LLC
Tagline: What would you do to find your magic?
Book Description:
Rebecca is in a nightmare. Can magic save her and those she loves?

10 quests. If one fails, all fail. And one will never return. ... Now it's Rebecca's turn.

On the eve of Rebecca Martin's eighteenth birthday, fate throws her into a mysterious and thrilling adventure. Bounced around like a pinball in a machine, where time is fluid and death does not exist, Rebecca must survive to discover her magical destiny to save her entire family and the boy she loves.



Amazon Excerpt:
All Russell could do now was trust the Laws of Magic.
About the Author:
Blair Drake believes in magic, especially the magic of stories with fantasy, adventures, romance, action, and surprises. She has loved writing and living in the stories of the Finding Magic series and is so excited to share the quests of the Gray Cliffs Academy students with her readers.
When she’s not writing about magic, she’s reading about it. Her influences are Cassandra Claire, Neil Gaiman, Rick Riordan, Garth Nix, and many more.
In the mortal plane, following the lure of magic has drawn Blair into strange and wonderful adventures from Australia to New York City, with many stops in between. She currently lives near Denver. Her very favorite spot is a red loveseat in her office, frequently shared with two cats, an outnumbered Dalmation, and occasionally her bewitched husband.
She might have gone to a school similar to Gray Cliffs Academy and would love to go through a magic portal. In the meantime, she’s creating her own in more books of magic.
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Spooktacular Poem- Halloween Night By Raven Williams

Halloween NightBy Raven Williams
Darkness grows all around,
As the woods echo with haunting sounds.
On the pumpkins the frost does lay,
And in the cemetery mist covers the graves.
The wolves howl at the bright full moon,
Filling the air with their spooky tune.
Witches, their cauldrons they do stir,
While stroking their familiars’ soft black fur.
Costumed children roam the streets,
Looking for candy and other sweet treats.
The Vampires, Ghouls, and Goblins give fright,
As all gather to celebrate Halloween Night.
©RavenM.Williams2018



Haunted by DarknessRaven M. Williams and Jena Baxter
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Fantasy, Fairytales
Publisher: Raven Williams
Date of Publication: 12/5/16
ISBN: 978-1540861559ASIN: B01MSVY7Z8
Number of pages: 494Word Count: 110818
Cover Artist: Raven Williams
Book Description:
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Raven's Tales
Fall into Darkness, A Realm Jumper Chronicles Origins Story:The darkness within brings a great downfall.
Rise of the Dark Witch, A Realm Jumper Chronicles Origins Story: Sometimes a person is beyond redemption.
Witch Hunter's Rise, A Witch Hunter's Society Origins Story: When darkness falls, death awaits.
Witch Hunter Ordained, A Witch Hunter's Society Origins Story: Will his dark deeds end when vengeance is had?
Jena's Tales
Belshazzar: The Gods rest in eternal sleep while their appointed Guardian for men and supernatural creatures is going mad.
Eyes of the Gods: A lonely phoenix returns to his home in Misty Haven to die, until he hears a song that cuts to the heart of his being.
Children of the Moon: Tormented by dreams and exhausted, Raven is sent to live with her aunt where she is lulled into a dreamless sleep by a haunting melody.
Hunted: Cursed by the Queen of Fairies and hunted by men, Darla must find true love or remain a deer forever.
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Chapter 1Victorian LondonLucien closed his eyes and tucked his violin under his chin, placed the bow to strings and began to play. Long notes with a bittersweet edge embodied the atmosphere, like a ship floating, lost, its crew and sails forever lost at sea.A door slammed in the background, and something heavy pounded the floor. Lucien's eyebrows knitted in frustration, as a discordant note sliced through the illusion he created. He placed the instrument on an end table, and stormed out of the library, into the parlor. His brother, Edward, stood near the entry, loosening his cravat. He nodded. "Lucien.""What are you doing slamming into the house like a herd of elephants?" The material slid off Edward's neck, and his lips curled into a pout. "Annabelle has decided to marry Merrill Brighton," he said, with a huff. "That leaves me starting over, or marrying Winnifred Camden."Lucien didn't think Winnifred was so bad. She had a few love handles, but that just added to her personality somehow. His brother on the other hand, wanted someone with riches and popularity. Lucien frowned and shifted. "What does that have to do with your conduct? Please settle the affairs of your love life without tearing down the house? Even Winnifred won't want a man with a poor disposition.""Easy for you to say. Ladies hang on your every word." He smiled, "Or should I say note?" He sat at the piano, and ran his hands over the keys. Soft sounds poured into the room like a whisper.Lucien sighed, and pulled his coat from the rack. While he loved his brother's piano, he wanted to play violin and he couldn't do it with the other music in the background. "I'm going for a walk.""Shouldn't be out alone tonight," Edward said. "The moon is full, and it's children will roam seeking their next meal, as the night wears on." Lucien scoffed. "Fairytales written to frighten children. Don't be absurd."Edward laughed, and the door slammed shut behind Lucien. Not that he was angry, he understood Edward's frustration. A gentleman needed to find a woman of wealth to settle with in order to live in comfort, unless he had a fortune of his own. Lucien didn't worry about such things. He would rather spend his time making music. Everyone fell into the hands of destiny anyway, the cards would fall where they wanted, changing the course of a man's life, and shaping his future in ways he never dreamed. A pleasant chill climbed up his back. Where would his music take him? Would he be able to perform in great halls, or be forced to settle with a woman, warming a bed and creating babies for her comfort?The moon hovered bright over the city, and sparkles of light danced on the surface of the Themes. Lucien stopped to watch, breathing in the cool night air. His favorite kind of evening after a warm, summer day. Frustration rolled off his shoulders in waves. He began to relax and continued on his way.footsteps shuffled behind him. He stopped and glanced back. Nothing but the moon and it's shadows disturbed the darkness of night. A bird screeched overhead, and he jumped, as he resumed his walk. The footsteps resumed when he continued walking. When he stopped again, they did too. Could there be something to the moon children myth? Goosebumps covered his skin as he turned and squinted to see better, but there was still only darkness. He took a deep breath and shrugged the tension out of his shoulders. He was being foolish.The shuffling stopped when he turned toward the city, and soon he wondered if it had been the work of an over-active imagination. His anger giving rise to the absurd. His shoulders dropped, and he relaxed, as new threads of music filled his mind. He hummed them as he walked, until the shadow of a man came into view up the lane. Lucien tensed, was someone waiting for him? He turned left at the corner, but moments later, the silhouette stood waiting once more. He turned again. It had to be someone else. No one could move that fast. How many people were out this evening? Maybe it had something to do with the moon. His brother's words echoed in his mind. He turned again, and shuddered when he saw the silhouette of the man waiting.Lucien's heart raced. He spun and jogged back the way he came. In seconds, the silhouette blocked him, but this time it was closer. His chest tightened as the man moved toward him, his stride like a feral cat. For a moment, all Lucien could do was stare.Lucien broke the spell, spun around and ran. The chest he crashed into was solid as cement. Muscled arms encompassed him. He kicked his feet and twisted, but the man's grip tightened. "Don' worry," a smooth voice crooned. Lucien shuddered."We'll be done in just a few minutes."



About the Author Raven Williams

A prolific writer, Raven began her career in 2010 with a blog and non-fiction, then moving to fiction in 2014, when she began Elven-Jumper, the first book in the Realm.
Jumper Chronicles. She now has 30 books to her name, spanning the Realm Jumper Chronicles, Raven’s Twisted Classics, and the Demon Stones Saga, as well as her non-fiction, with more planned.
When Raven is not writing, she is creating art in the form of abstract paintings, fractal designs, and jewelry pieces that tie into her stories. She is also a caregiver for a disabled family member and two cats. She physically resides in the Northwest Florida Panhandle, but spends most of her time mentally in her Mystic Realms.
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About the Author Jena Baxter


A prolific writer, Jena Baxter creates characters with depth and stories filled with action, emotion, and a little bit of romance. She loves building fantastical worlds and cultures.


Living in Northern California with her husband, Jena enjoys soapmaking, her pets, and writer's conferences. She also reads for a screenwriting contest on an annual basis.


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Blood Ritual Halloween Flash Fiction

A requiem for the fallen gently lulled through the quaint cottage. Vornalla sang a spell to the backdrop of the setting sun, watching it cast her workspace in shades of orange and red.  Lilies white and lilies redScattered with the bonesDyed in the blood of guilty menTo reunite our souls.And so fell the crushed petals in respective hues, casting an elegant aura upon the macabre pile of bones within the cauldron. The scent of floral death wafted, the ruined lilies pungent in their sweetness. But with the sight and smell came memories of joyous times – of a wedding beneath a moonlit night, her own bouquet one of red and white roses, her lover’s lips and skin the same. Roses were for love; now, lilies were for death.Tonight, they would be for a beginning. The veil between the worlds was thin, on this night of All Hallow’s Eve. Restless ghosts would sing and wail, the undead would dance, and Vornalla would harness her chance for happiness anew.To the village, then, to find the blood she sought.Vornalla lived in a picturesque forest, protected by wards of her own magical making. An enchanting sight by day, visited by mischievous sprites and fairies who would bind your soul to their bidding or cut out your tongue for perceived slights. At night, mist settled and swirled, caressing Vornalla’s figure as she stepped fearlessly into the darkness. The last vestiges of sunlight flickered and died, but in the far distance, well past the line of trees, evidence of celebration spoke of her quarry. Leave crumpled beneath her boots. Animal interlopers fled from her presence. Memories welled in her head, those of happier times before her life turned to ash. Vornalla had never been gentle or kind, but her love, her Nira, had taught her to see beauty in all things. She broke through the line of trees, and with a wave of her hand a mask of silk and feathers covered her features. She’d look like the rest of them – those who foolishly thought something as trivial as a mask would protect them from the spirits and demons beyond. Revelry grew by cacophonous degrees. Vornalla found a road, passed by scattered houses that increased in number as she walked. The few villagers she saw paid her no mind – Vornalla, in her dusty gown and booted feet, would be a sight on most other nights, but here was nothing and no one.However, to one unfortunate soul, she would be vengeance itself. As she neared the village center, a bonfire blazed, casting warmth into the chill night. Music played and people danced, some in sync and others too drunk to know the difference. Children ran about, oblivious to the interloper in their presence as they laughed and played. Most wore masks, some carved from wood and others of embossed leather, some with the visages of animals and insects, of demons and ghosts.Delicious smells met Vornalla’s senses – roasted, savory meats, pastries, and more. She could spare a moment for comfort. Vornalla said nothing to the baker with his display of cakes, but offered a coin and took her quarry – pumpkin cake with sprinkled sugar as a glaze. Vornalla had met Nira here, not three years prior, having dared descend from her home in the woods on All Hallow’s Eve. A spell gone wrong had pushed her to find fresh sage—Instead, as she had inspected the partiers and their wares, she had been offered cake by a girl in white with a mask of red and gold.Vornalla found an empty bench before the bonfire, her flickering silhouette cast into the dark beyond as she sampled her chosen pastry. It tasted of her Nira’s lips, of the kisses they’d stolen throughout the night, hidden in shadow – safer among demons than Nira’s own kin.When she’d finished her cake, she wiped her sticky hands upon her dress. The fire raged and burned – a comfort to some. Not to she and her ilk, however; witches were so often burned alive.That had not been Nira’s fate, for she was no witch. She had been branded as something far worse.Though she could willingly entertain fantasies for hours, Vornalla’s quest awaited. She picked herself up and continued weaving through the revelers. Dancers twirled their ribbons, children squealed with delight at the joyous music, and Vornalla sought her prey.A familiar face appeared among the villagers, though not the one she searched for. He wore no mask – merely clapped along with the music as he watched his young children skip along. She knew his features, his jawline strong beneath his beard, but his eyes held the softness of the stars above, glimmering in the moonlight – much like his sister before him.Nira had two brothers – and here stood one half of the pair. Concealing her face with her tussled hair and mask, a simple spell disguised Vornalla’s voice. “Pardon, sir,” she said, and when he looked at her, she knew he saw only a blotted-out face, a mask with no features beneath it. “I seek Erin Liteforge. You bear his countenance.”Something sweet lay coaxed into the phrase, at Vornalla’s behest. To twist enticing words was simple witchcraft, and the man’s befuddled expression meant success. “He works the forge tonight.”Perfect.“But he will emerge soon-”“Thank you,” she cooed. A graceful finger landed on his lip; he made no move to stop it. “And forget.”He stared dumbstruck, visibly growing sallow as Vornalla stepped away. The man would be fine. Vornalla had no quarrel with him.Nira Liteforge had come from a family of blacksmiths, the only in town. Proficient in their trade, they sold their wares in the village, yes, but also in the cities beyond, promising a comfortable life for their family. Nira’s father had promised a substantial dowry to any suitor he deemed worthy of his only daughter.But Vornalla had held neither desire nor incentive to ask for the hand of the woman she loved. Instead, she had romanced Nira in secret, meeting in the woods at night, the only evidence of their clandestine trysts sleepless nights and bruised lips, and later at Vornalla’s cottage to express what innocent kisses could not, to be one and to proclaim it, breathless and free. They had pledged their love on a moonlit night with naught but wedding gowns and flowers in the shades of innocence and love. Their love had been sacred, the only bit of purity in Vornalla’s twisted life. Nira had loved her nonetheless. The bonfire’s light was naught but a memory when Vornalla found the cursed building, the home in which Nira had been born and raised. Here Nira had come alone, that final night, to collect what was hers before they ran away. Vornalla ignored the house itself, instead drawn by the sound of ringing metal from beyond. She stepped off the worn dirt road and into the grass, making no attempt to hide her steps. Smoke filled her nostrils; she saw the fire of the forge and the silhouette it cast. Erin Liteforged worked his trade, unable to join the festivities until it was complete. A pity, for it never would be.Vornalla came as close as she dared, fire rising in her blood. The last time she had seen that face, illuminated by flame, blackened by his labor, it had been splattered with precious blood. His hands, covered in soot and years of burns, cracked and hardened by metal, had caved in the skull of his sister, had broken her body beyond repair. A crime of passion, for the dishonor she had wrought, sanctified by the so-called gods they worshipped – Vornalla had found them too late.“Spirits, I beckon you.” She recited the words inside her head, and shadows began to rise. Erin looked up, meeting her gaze with fear and then fury. “Lend me your aid.”Erin’s cry echoed through the quiet night. “You!” he screamed and threw the hammer he wielded. It would have slain her—Except she held out her hand, and the spirits responded. It hung, suspended in the air, then whisked away at her decree. With nothing to hide, she spoke. “Let my revenge be manifest.” The shadows darkened and then grew light. Ghastly figures burst from the earth, their ghostly wails filling the air. “Let his death be testament of my wrath. His body is yours.”Erin ran for Vornalla and his exit, but the ghosts rose between them, scratching furiously with corporeal claws, gnashing their terrible teeth. On no night but tonight was their power so strong – idle specters, now a tool for her to wield. They fell upon him, his screams matching their howling. Though translucent, their mass was so great that he all but disappeared.Vornalla realized her error. “But his blood is mine!”The spirits continued their feast. Vornalla withdrew a knife from her boot and ran to them. With haste, she sliced the blade across her palm, rivulets of red welling from the split skin, and held it above the mass of ghosts.At the first drop of blood, they vanished. Nothing stirred. In the silence of night, Vornalla heard distant villagers and music oblivious to the carnage before her. Lying here was the remains of a man, bitten and torn, shredded and burned by ghostly claws. As she wrapped her hand with a torn strip of her dress, she realized how quickly he was bleeding out – Vornalla knew time was short. She prepared a plea to the demons below, willing to offer her soul if they sought it, but then spotted a much more practical application of transport.Within minutes, Vornalla left the cursed house, her quarry crumpled in a wheelbarrow, one that conveniently preserved his blood in a sickly pool. Back through the revelry, the festivities grew more raucous as villagers drowned themselves in ale, and all they could see was a wheelbarrow full of sunflowers and the masked woman who peddled them.Soon, the dark forest enveloped her. The mist had settled in its entirety. Vornalla saw, out of the corner of her eye, flickers of light, movements from beyond the veil. Spirits roamed freely on this night, and Vornalla wondered if one was Nira herself, lost and lonely.Vornalla’s heart palpitated, her pace ever increasing. All she had worked for rested in this final hope. Once, her existence had been an idle routine. Nira had burst into her life like the sun over a shadowed valley, radiating joy in a rainbow of colors – and when her light had extinguished, Vornalla was left blinded.She reached her cottage. Comfortable and small, she had dreamt of it filled with laughter and love, of waking in the arms of her beloved each morning. Now it was as cold as the bones in her cauldron.With the moon high in the sky, Vornalla stopped the wheelbarrow in the aside room she reserved for spells and gripped the man by his hair. She was not strong, but she held spite, and so she thrusted him over the edge of the cauldron. Not all the way – but when she slit his throat, the blood ran in gushing droves over the dried bones.She hummed anew, the spell, filled with the vigor of victory and the blood of guilty men.A flash of light, and then a scream. Vornalla was knocked back, fallen to the ground as the wailing increased. She scrambled to her feet and watched as a figure rose from the cauldron, coated in layers of thick, viscous blood. The bones of the fallen assembled within. Vornalla saw it bend and swell, watched as layers of muscle and viscera formed on top of the raw manifestations of gore. Vornalla dared to approach, to steal the figure’s head and hold it to her breast as it thrashed and screamed. Blood stained her gown, but this was her great work, years of sorrow and research manifest, and so she held on, nearly sobbing when gory hands gripped her arms.The screaming stopped. The thrashing figure eased. Vornalla’s breathing was joined by another. She met the gaze of the woman she held. Gore stained and weak, soaked in blood, those eyes were the same, gentler than the singing birds at dawn.The woman coughed, splattering blood across the floor. She began sobbing, clutching Vornalla in her weak grip. “Vornalla,” she cried between gasps, and Vornalla held her, her own tears welling. “Nira, my Nira,” she whispered, caressing her lover’s blood-soaked hair, and their sobs became one, soft among the quiet night.Vornalla helped Nira from the cauldron and held her naked form on the floor, patches of smooth skin steadily showing as she brushed aside the gore. A faint heartbeat fluttered against Vornalla’s hand as it brushed between Nira’s breasts. Cradled in her arms, Nira trembled, daring to press their lips together. She tasted of blood and victory, of tears and triumph and joy. Nira lived again.
The Sting of Victory
Fallen Gods
Book One
S D Simper

Genre: Adult Dark Romantic Fantasy (LGBT)

Publisher: Endless Night Publications

Date of Publication:  September 14th 2018

ISBN: 978-1-7324611-1-6

Number of pages: 400
Word Count:  102K

Cover Artist: Jade Mere

Tagline: The cost of love is always high.

Book Description:

“When faced with monstrosity, become the greater monster. The sting of victory will fade with time.”

When Flowridia, a witch granted power by an unknown demon, deceives an alluring foreign diplomat, she is promoted to a position of power to conceal her falsehood. Thrust into a world of politics and murderous ambition, she has her gentle heart and her Familiar to guide her – as well as a drunk Celestial with a penchant for illusion.

Meanwhile, Lady Ayla Darkleaf, Grand Diplomat of Nox’Kartha, smiles with predatory charm and wields her blades with a dancer’s grace. Flowridia falls into a toxic love affair, one she knows will end in heartbreak. But as Ayla’s legacy as a vampiric creature unfolds, Flowridia begins to see the broken woman behind the monster.

When a foreign emperor dies at the hands of a mysterious interloper, one who seeks to collect the greatest sources of power in the realms, Flowridia’s kingdom is charged to stop him. But Flowridia’s devotion becomes torn between duty to her own and the woman whose claws grip her heart.

In the ensuing clash of Gods, Flowridia must choose her loyalties with care – the fate of kingdoms rest in her hands.

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About the Author:
S D Simper has lived in both the hottest place on earth and the coldest, spans the employment spectrum from theater teacher to professional editor, and plays more instruments than can be counted on one hand. She and her wife share a home with their two cats and innumerable bookshelves.
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Flash Fiction Soren’s Calling By S. Peters-Davis #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/y2Xe30lUFrU

DIY Halloween Costume - Warlock Holmes by G.S. Denning #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/XsgA30lUFTJ

Pawned by Laura Bickle ~ YA Dark Fantasy ~ Laura Bickle #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/MnFH30lUFvS

The Meadows Legacy of Darkness Book One London Clarke #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/ftOY30lUFQT

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Virtual Book Tour: Rebecca's Quest by Blair Drake #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/bZGG30lUFFt

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#Halloween Crafts & Food & Immortal Descent by Carolyn M. Walker #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/LnnD30lUFqi

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Spooktacular Poem- Halloween Night By Raven Williams #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/vKtw30lUFmB

Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Flesh by Laura Bickle (@Laura_Bickle, @RoxanneRhoads) #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/R4dI30lUFkm

Down To The Last Mark Mel Taylor #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/uBr330lUFhU

Haunted Halloween: Diamond Moon by Celia Breslin #bewitchinbooktours http://ow.ly/NeAa30lUFeh

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Virtual Book Tour: The Blood Race Trilogy Books 1 & 2 by K.A. Emmons #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/xZuc30lUFd7

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DIY Halloween Costume - Warlock Holmes by G.S. Denning

DIY Costume Idea
Need something unique for Halloween? Want something memorable and fun for that special party? Do what I did…
Step 1: buy a greatcoat. Go on. You know you want to. Everyone looks seriously bad-ass in a greatcoat. I found mine used at Value Village for forty bucks. Worth. Every. Penny.
Step 2: Go on ebay and buy a Sherlock Holmes hat. For those of you with an ounce of class, they are called deerstalkers. Then again, if you’re all classy and stuff, you already knew that, didn’t you? Make sure it’s at least two sizes too big for your head.
Step 3: Go on eBay again and buy a set of real-life, disembodied, resin-dipped goat horns. Yes. eBay has them. Why? Because… Um… Because eBay, that’s why!
Step 4: go to Home Depot and pick up a sheet of fiberglass cloth, some epoxy, and some 1 ¼ inch wallboard screws. Now, go home and grab a sheet of construction paper and your stapler.
Step 5. Make a construction paper strip and staple it into a loop that fits around your head. Now make an arch that goes over the top of your head. Now mix up some epoxy, cut some fiberglass strips and cover the construction paper frame in epoxied fiberglass to make a rigid shell that fits over your head. Do not keep your head inside the construction paper frame while you do this. If you do, make sure to point out to the emergency-room doctor that G. S. Denning totally told you something horrible would happen, but you just didn’t listen. Spend all the time while they chip your head out of its new-made glue tomb reflecting on the inadvisability of ignoring sage advice from well-meaning authors. Shame on you.
Step 6: Hover around the mailbox each day until your disembodied goat-horns arrive. Make sure to tell all your neighbors this is exactly what you are doing. Oh my God, the world will wonder, what is wrong with you?
Step 7: Got your disembodied goat horns? Great! The side that used to have a goat on it will end in a big, cavernous hole. Fill that hole with epoxy. Let it dry. Drill pilot holes in the epoxy. Drill pilot holes in the forehead area of that rigid head-cover you made. Screw wallboard screws through the inside of the head-cover and into the base of the goat horns.
Step 8: Remember that oversized deerstalker? Doesn’t it look dapper? Cut it! Cut two slits in the front. Take that, poncy British hat!
Step 9: Slide the deerstalker over the rigid head-cover, letting the creepy black goat horns curl out through the slits in the forehead of your new hat. Ooooh. Awesome. Put it on. Know what else is awesome? Greatcoats. Put that on, too. Now—covered in awesome—you are awesome.
Step 10: Go to the party. You are Warlock Holmes. Does anybody there know that’s a book series? If so, you are super-clever because you know all of the best geek-candy that everybody else hasn’t realized is cool yet. Does nobody know it’s a book series? Then you’re even super-clever-er because you came up with dark little twist on a much-loved character and nobody has to know you had any help. In fact, if you do decide to call for everyone’s attention and make a public announcement thanking the individual who helped you be so clever and so awesome, here’s how to do it right:Thank the goat.


Warlock Holmes - A Study in BrimstoneWarlock HolmesBook OneG.S. Denning 
Publisher: Titan Books
Publication Date: May 17, 2016
ASIN: B014BQVKUC
Tagline: Sherlock Holmes is a genius … Warlock Holmes is something else …
Book Description:
Sherlock Holmes is an unparalleled genius. Warlock Holmes is an idiot. A font of arcane power, certainly. But he’s brilliantly dim.
Frankly, he couldn’t deduce his way out of a paper bag. The only thing he has really got going for him are the might of a thousand demons and his stalwart companion.
Thankfully, Dr. Watson is always there to aid him through the treacherous shoals of Victorian propriety… and save him from a gruesome death every now and again.
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Warlock Holmes - The Hell-Hound of the BaskervillesWarlock HolmesBook TwoG.S. Denning
Publisher: Titan Books
Publication Date: May 16, 2017
ASIN: B01KRUN0IQ
Tagline: Sherlock Holmes is a genius … Warlock Holmes is something else …
Book Description:
The game’s afoot once more as Holmes and Watson face off against Moriarty’s gang, the Pinkertons, flesh-eating horses, a parliament of imps, boredom, Surrey, a disappointing butler demon, a succubus, a wicked lord, an overly-Canadian lord, a tricycle-fight to the death and the dreaded Pumpcrow. Oh, and a hell hound, one assumes.
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Warlock Holmes - My Grave RitualWarlock HolmesBook ThreeG.S. Denning
Publisher: Titan Books
Publication Date: May 15, 2018
ASIN: B075WCS6WZ
Tagline: Sherlock Holmes is a genius … Warlock Holmes is something else …
Book Description:
As they blunder towards doom, Warlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson find themselves inconvenienced by a variety of eldritch beings. Christmas brings a goose that doesn't let being cooked slow it down; they meet an electricity demon, discover why being a redhead is even tricker than one might imagine, and Holmes attempts an Irish accent. And, naturally, Moriarty is hanging around... in some form or other.
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   About the Author:
G.S. Denning furiously studied reading and math until he could play Dungeons and Dragons. His love of DandD expanded to a passion for all things in the sci-fi and fantasy realm, particularly when spliced with comedy - Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, Monty Python, Red Dwarf, Black Adder, Whose Line is it Anyway, Dr. Who, and the holiest of holies: The Princess Bride.
He learned his story-telling skills on the improv stage as a member of Orlando Theatersports, Seattle Theatersports, Jet City Improv, and as a Disney Performer at Epcot. G.S. also worked for Nintendo and Wizards of the Coast.
Finally, after realizing that humanity had not used the pun Warlock Holmes yet, he sat down to begin his first novel series: a dark-comic retelling of Arthur Conan Doyle's classic Sherlock Holmes stories. G.S. Lives in Las Vegas with The Best Wife and The Best Children.
Website: https://www.gsdenning.com/
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Even destiny can't get in the way  of what is meant to be.

The Witches of White WillowA Witch Hospital RomanceAngela Addams
Hazel Knight is a Promised One—a witch born with unique magic abilities. As a result, her future is laid out for her. She is to join the Circle and spend the rest of her life meditating, chanting and devoting her healing magic to bolster her fellow witches. It’s a commitment Hazel is proud to make, and she’s just one internship away from fulfilling her destiny.
But just because Hazel’s committed to her destiny doesn’t mean she can't have some fun before she takes the final step. For the past year, she’s enjoyed many clandestine nights with a man who has given her a lifetime of memories to take with her. A mysterious lover whose name she’s never asked, whose face she’s never fully seen.
Yet when her internship begins, she has no trouble recognizing Healer Duke Hart, the exquisitely sexy witch whom her mother has handpicked to serve as her mentor.
Hazel only meant to have a little fun before she devoted herself to a life of servitude, but Duke is bound and determined to prove that nothing, not even destiny, is written in stone.
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Pawned by Laura Bickle Tour & Interview #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/KqG430lTFUa

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Operation Earth by Maria Hammarblad #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/OROA30lTFYd

Haven by Celia Breslin Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Tour #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/wMCD30lTFVL

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A Demon’s Witch Demon’s Witch Series Book One Tena Stetler #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/IRKq30lTFCs

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The Meadows by London Clarke - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/f7f130lTG7w

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Please Welcome Victoria Danann as She Tells Us About Her Paranormal Romance, STALK #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/GWrS30lTG2y

Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Darkness by Raven M. Williams and Jena Baxter #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/9xzf30lTFSO

Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Prince of Dreams by Nancy Gideon #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/h0E330lTFRz

Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Planet of the Dead by Thomas S Flowers #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/XWpL30lTFMF

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The Meadows by London Clarke - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

The Meadows
Legacy of Darkness
Book One
London Clarke

Genre: Gothic suspense; supernatural thriller

Publisher: Carfax Abbey Publishing
Date of Publication: October 2018
ISBN: 9781386765233


Cover Artist: Stephen Lee Designs
Tagline: Bed, breakfast, and blood.
Book Description:
A decades-old murder. A strange, blood-thirsty cult. And a house full of spirits.
It was supposed to be a new beginning, a fresh start in the Shenandoah Valley, where Scarlett’s memories weren’t riddled with drug addiction and rehab. But after purchasing an abandoned house with a checkered past in the hopes of transforming it into a luxury bed and breakfast, strange things start to happen. Disturbing voices and noises interrupt her new life. Strangers appear to her, bearing cryptic warnings. A tunnel is discovered underneath the house—one historically used for a local cult’s rituals. After several of Scarlett’s guests are hospitalized after visiting the underground, she finds herself targeted by violent spirits.
Driven to the edge of despair, Scarlett vows to fight back—but she has no idea what she’s really battling. And her nightmare is just beginning…
The Meadows is a gripping supernatural thriller in which the monsters may be vampires, demons, or flesh and blood. It is a nightmare that will make you believe it could easily happen to you.
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About the Author:

Obsessed with vampires and haunted houses from a young age, London grew up reading gothic tales featuring romantic and tragic heroes. Wuthering Heights and Dracula are her favorite novels, and although now happily married, she readily confesses that she is a recovering runaway, who once moved to England in search of a man who was the perfect amalgamation of Dracula, Hamlet, Heathcliff, and Mr. Rochester. London holds a B.A. in Music and M.F.A in Creative Writing. She’s had an eclectic array of jobs including receptionist, legal secretary, literary assistant, high school English teacher, and freelance editor.
London lives in a Washington, DC suburb with her husband and three greyhounds. She’s happiest when she’s writing novels, reading books, or binge watching her favorite programs like The Vampire Diaries or Being Human.
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