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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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Writing Goals with Mel Taylor

My goal for the year is to complete the thriller I am currently writing. 
The book has to do with the temptation of money and just how far would you go to get your hands on a stash of cash, even if it means you might die doing so. 
The next book is called, Night Money. I also plan to do more audio books. 
I use my own voice and I have completed an audio book of short mystery stories, called Deep Trouble. And my goal is to complete two more screenplays. Love to write them. 

Down To The Last MarkMel Taylor
Genre: Thriller - suspenseDate of Publication: October 15th
ISBN: 978-0-692-15868-5
ASIN:BO7G4L3QG5
Number of pages:221
Word Count: 50,100
Cover Artist: Bespokebookcovers
Book Description:
Kinnie Mason harbors a craving, even though she knows it’ at the cost of her singing career, her music and maybe her life. She is thrust into the crosshairs of hitman. Private investigator Frank Tower is hired to protect her, yet her actions could put both of them in jeopardy.
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Excerpt:
Kinnie Mason dangled one foot over the edge and smiled. She looked out at the water before her, raised her arms and showed her palms to the moon. A whisper of a breeze moved over the ocean, toward Mason, building in intensity, until the zephyr became a gust. She smiled and swiped at her hair, pushing the strands away from a sweaty brow. The quick movement almost sent her over. Mason was standing on the penthouse balcony ledge on the twenty-fifth floor of the Stilton Bay Hotel.“I can fly,” she shouted. “I can fly and watch over my dominion. I am the powerful Kinnie Mason!” She never looked down at the moving dots of people and cars twenty-five floors below her. To her, the park across the street and the office buildings below, all looked like a vast new world, made up of glass, trees, and lights. Her world. She was pleased and held out her arms over the valley as if to grant welcome to everyone below.Kinnie Mason was naked.The ledge was one foot wide, made of cement, and firm enough to stand on. Her legs were spread apart, arms wide, allowing the wind to caress her every curve and exposed nipples. “I can fly and breathe fire stronger than a dragon.” Her nostrils flared, the pupils of her eyes were tiny. Kinnie’s arms waved in the breeze, head lifted slightly upward. To Mason, the streets were her kingdom, ripe with gifts of fruit-bearing trees and gold bricked pathways, all leading tothe cobalt ripples of the Atlantic Ocean.Mason looked down and again slowly dangled one foot over the edge. She was now standing on just her left foot, figuring out how to master this task of flying. She yelled, “All who have business before me, kneel and beg for my attention.”A dark feathered buzzard gave her a passive glance and glided past her. She stared at the bird and paused, as if the flying creature was attempting to speak. The bird disappeared on the night sky, yet she could still hear a command being directed at her. Someone was trying to curry the favor of Queen Mason, trying to divert her energy away from the goal of becoming airborne.Who would dare approach me unannounced?Mason tried to ignore the sound. Her full attention was on the kingdom below and soaring above the hovels beneath her.There, she heard it again. “Go away,” she screamed. “Or you will face my wrath.” “Kinnie, please come down.” Then, “you’ll hurt your voice.”There was too much to be accomplished and the words went by her without an acknowledgment. She reasoned the future of the kingdom was at stake. Mason took a step to her right and felt the wind on her bare breasts. The time to fly was now. Don’t wait.“Kinnie, don’t move. Please come down.” The voice was much louder now and seemed closer.“Who approaches me?” Mason spoke over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on the horizon of the charcoal sky and the flat surface of the water. “Who has the nerve to go near the queen.”“Kinnie, er, your majesty, please let me approach. I have important news from the other side of the valley.”
She thought about the words and turned to meet the speaker. The voice sounded familiar. He was wearing a blue business suit, white shirt, opened, with striped tie, now pulled out of its knot. He used his hand to swipe a bald head. His hand shook and he looked panicked.“Kinnie, please come down,” he said again. “Just as soon as I return from my flight.”His jaw twisted into a look of frustration and worry. She was standing there on one foot, poised as if to jump at any second. He tried to make his voice sound confident. “You can’t fly just yet. There are thousands of your citizens waiting for you. Please, let me escort you. Your presence is required, your majesty.” He stepped forward and extended a hand up to her.She thought about the request. “Thousands?” “Thousands.”“Waiting for me?”“Thousands. They are all waiting for you right now. Please, let me help you into the royal robes.” Just a few more inches and he would be touching her fingertips. He inched forward, his fingers out. He held his breath. She now had both feet down on the ledge, reached down and made contact.In one quick motion, Barry Ruddup managed to pull Kinnie Mason down from the ledge. She collapsed on him and immediately fell into a deep sleep. Ruddup slid his arms under her and picked her up, carrying her back inside the hotel room. He held her for a moment, cradled against him like a bird with a broken wing.Once she was secure on the couch, he went to the bedroom, snatched up a robe and placed the garment on her. For the first time since he entered the room, he took in a deep breath.He went back and closed the balcony door. Ruddup looked around for what he should do next. He leaned in close, and made sure she was still breathing.There was a knock at the door. Ruddup went to answer, never taking his eyes off Kinnie. He opened the door to Jackie Tower.“C’mon in. She’s really bad.”Jackie’s eyes were tiny beads under heavy rows of bent brow lines. “Where’d you findher?”“On the balcony, trying to fly.” There was a flatness to his voice, as though he had tried and failed on many other occasions to help her.Ruddup had a habit of making sure to memorize all faces coming into his life. He studied Jackie, recording in his memory the cut above her left eye, the slight puffiness under both eyes that Ruddup assumed would never ever go away. There was a don’t-mess-with-me determination in her gait, as though the world stopped being kind to her years ago and she was forcing herself to show a modicum of kindness.Jackie took her thumbs and gently exposed the brown eyes of Kinnie Mason. “I’m not the doctor…”“You’re the drug rehab expert-” He cut her off.“Yeah but, I need a doctor to confirm but it sounds like she’s on PCP. And from the looks of it, a whole bunch of other stuff. Opioids.”“Well, do what you can. She’s supposed to be on a stage performing in twenty minutes.”She looked up at him. “Cancel it.” “I can’t.”“Cancel it.”
“Do you know what the promoters will do to us?”“Mister, the only performance she’s going to be doing is in the bed, shaking this off.Look at her!”Ruddup stood there, his eyes scanning the room, checking the time, jaw twitching, as if he was figuring out the next move. “What’s the name of your place again?”“The Never Too Late,” Jackie sighed. “You’re not thinking about taking her there?” “I can’t and won’t check her into a hospital. Too many freakin’ photographers. She’ssupposed to be clean. Just got out of rehab.” “Not my rehab.”“No, out west.” He had the look of a man with a plan. “I’ll tell the reporters she’s gone out of town. I’ll call for two cabs. I have a woman on staff who looks like Mason, have her wear her clothes and get into a cab. Once they’re gone, we’lltake her to your place.”“I don’t like this idea. My clients are skittish already. If someone finds out, I’ll be mobbed.”Ruddup reached back, like he was going for his wallet. “They won’t find out. I really need your help. Money is not an option. We’ll pay triple the normal.”The wrinkles in Jackie’s brow smashed into one solid worry line. Jackie said, “Under one condition.”“Name it.”“She goes the second, and I mean the second anyone finds out and shows up with a camera.”“Deal. I’ll get everything started. And thanks.”He looked down at Kinnie Mason and pride filled his chest. “Five gold albums,” he started. “Three platinum, seventeen weeks with one hit at the top of the charts, and five years of sold out concerts. But she hasn’t performed in more than a year. This was going to be her return concert. The only thing stopping her, is herself.Kinnie opened her eyes for just a moment and reached out her right hand, directing it by memory toward the drawer in the night stand. Her fingers pulled open the drawer and pulled out a bottle of top class Vodka. Before she could work on opening thetop, Jackie pulled the bottle out of her hands.The bottle was eased down on the soft carpet. Jackie looked at Ruddup. “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

About the Author:
Mel Taylor uses the sun and bending palm trees of south Florida as a backdrop for his latest thriller. Taylor uses his experience to create characters and story that readers want to explore. An Emmy Award winner, Taylor takes you down the back streets, away from all the tourist spots to present you, the reader with his thrillers.
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Review - Burn Falls by Kimberly Knight

Burn Falls by Kimberly Knight
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Vampires, The Roaring Twenties, Chicago, The Mob...and romance- this book definitely grabbed my attention. Toss in modern day Alaska and Seattle and things really get interesting.

Calla has a great a job, friends, and family. Life is good, until she goes home to Burn Falls for the holidays. Tragedy strikes and Calla's dad is murdered.

On the run from his past in Chicago, vampire Draven "hides" in Alaska working as Doctor Parker Young. Great way to always have access to blood without killing anyone.

He knows what really happened to Calla's dad and wants to help her find justice.

Twists and turns lead the reader to a powerful connection tying Calla and Draven.

Not your average vampire read. I loved that this was something a little different.

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The Last Hellfighter by Thomas S. Flowers - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

The Last HellfighterThomas S. Flowers

Genre: Historical Fiction/Horror

Publisher: Darker Worlds Publishing

Date of Publication: Aug 10, 2018

ISBN: 1724369202
ASIN: B07FFND86J
Number of pages: 277 (Kindle)410 (paperback)
Word Count: 78K
Cover Artist: Michael Bray
Tagline: They thought vampires were fantasy. They were wrong.
Book Description:
In the year 2044, reporters from the Public Relations Ministry gather at the home of Benjamin Harker, the last surviving member of the Harlem Hellfighters. At the age of 144, he is the oldest recorded man alive. Hidden among them, Clyde Bruner is looking for a different kind of story. Across the United States, despite the Great Walls and patrol drones built to keep America secure, something has found its way in. And now towns are vanishing during the night. Entire populations, gone. Only to return after the sun sets, changed, unholy, and lethal. And whatever this evil is, its spreading west.
According to a bedtime story Bruner’s grandfather told him when he was a boy, Benjamin Harker has seen this before. He’s faced this scourge. Fought this evil. Survived them. Killed them. From the trenches of the Great War to the jungles of Vietnam to the sands of Iraq, Harker will search his past to save our future.
But as each city light extinguishes across the country, is there no time left to stop what’s coming?

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Excerpt:
“Hey, Mr. Green. Any ships due in tonight?”“Huh?” the older man grunted, his full attention glued to the small box television set. Family Feud was on and Silas never missed an episode. As long as Julius had worked with him at least, in these past four months on the night shift, the seasoned longshoreman who acted very content with his life—who moved slow and never liked causing “trouble,” as he called it, to his superiors, could recite the most complex trivia questions.Julius looked back to his monitor. Part of his job was to watch for ships that may have wandered off course, or even scheduled docks on the quay. The program displayed on his monitor was linked to AIS Marine database that monitored all vessel traffic around the world. He kept the screen displaying his assigned port—which showed a few red, which meant docked and inactive. The one that concerned him was another ship, inbound and blinking green.“Mr. Green?” Julius pressed.  The older black man sighed loudly, turning away from his small TV screen. “What? Why the hell would—listen son, you can’t let this job spook you. Working nights on the dock, I know, the long hours can get to you. But trust me, this sure beats working days out in that sun all day offloading ships.”“But look,” the younger longshoreman pointed his screen.Frowning, Silas rolled his chair over to the computer monitor. The green blinking ship reflected off his thick glasses. He pushed them back up on his nose, “That ain’t nothing, probably just a glitch in the system.”Julius looked at the screen and then out the large window that overlooked the Port of Jerusalem. He’d just moved to town not more than six months prior from Bangor and he wanted to make a good impression. “Okay,” the younger man said. Silas nodded in quiet victory and rolled back over to watch his show. Julius continued glaring at the blinking green ship as it approached the port on the screen. He swallowed hard as it inched closer and closer. He glanced at the old man as he howled at some man on the TV having missed a question that Silas thought was a “no brainer.”  On the monitor, the green blinking ship was upon them. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.Closer.And closer. “Mr. Green, I don’t think is a glitch,” Julius protested. Exhaling loudly, Silas stood and turned. “Listen, young blood, I’ve been doing this job for twenty years and I’ve never heard of no ship coming in that wasn’t on the manifest.”Julius shrugged. “Yeah, but…” he gestured to the screen.“There is no ship coming—”Just outside, a large wave crashed against the port levee walls. A thunderous metallic screech vibrated off the walls of the little trailer office on the wharf. Manuals and notebooks and ship logs fell from the shelves as the ground itself felt as if it was opening. The small TV still playing Family Feud rattled off the table and crashed to the floor, sizzling out. The florescent bulbs above them burst raining shards of glass and casting the room into a yellow gloom. The horrendous grinding seemed to go on forever, shaking and shuddering the world. And then it was over.Silas Green was the first to prop himself off the floor. Looking around cautiously, as if any wrong move would send the world into chaos again. Julius propped himself up, moving into a crouch. He peeked through the blinds. “What the heck was that?”“Shit!” the older man hissed. Julius glanced over his shoulder at him. “What? You okay?”Silas held up what remained of his TV. “No, damn tube is busted.”Shaking his head, Julius peered back out the blinds. “I think we should go check the dock.” He stood, not waiting for approval and went through the door of the office. “Hold on, young blood.” Silas gave the TV a final kiss—he’d had the device for more years than he cared to confess, and then set it down on the floor as gently as he could. Standing, he opened the bottom drawer of his desk and retrieved a flashlight. Outside, Silas trotted to catch up with Julius who was standing at the edge of the wharf looking up into the gloom. “Somethings out there,” the young man said. Silas wafted the fog around his head. “Can’t see shit out here.”“Use the flashlight,” Julius suggested without taking his gaze from in front of him. “Oh,” Silas grunted, flicking on the switch. A beam of bright white broke apart the misty smoke like haze. He shined out toward the wharf and at first still could not see anything. And then the fog parted as if controlled by some unknown force, separating and unfolding around a large cargo ship. Silas traced the hull to the edge of the ship deck. “Mother of God,” he whispered, taken back by the sudden massive size of the ship. He’d never been this close to one. The larger vessels normally dock at Freeport.  Julius stepped toward him, asking, “What do we do?”The older man couldn’t think—this wasn’t on the schedule, the ship manifest, nothing. This ship shouldn’t be here. The harbourmaster would have said something. Hell, his superintendent would have damn sure said something. It would have been on the log. Silas moved the beam of light to the wharf itself, noting the broken shards of rock in the thick cement and the thick crack in the hull of the ship. It was taking on water for sure—it hadn’t even bothered slowing down. It ploughed into the quay. But why? Wasn’t there someone steering this damn thing? This wasn’t right. Something about this—everything about this wasn’t right. “Mr. Green?” Julius pressed, whispering hotly. Silas looked at him, the kid was rattled; he was rattled. He took a deep breath. “Okay, listen, I’m going to call this in—pray the lines in the office are still operating. Here, take the flashlight.” He handed it to Julius. “Stay put, yell out if you see anyone. Some dumbass is going to pay bigtime for this screwup and it ain’t going to be you or me.” He gave one final glance at the monstrous freighter and started off for the office. Inside, he could use the phone on the floor. He scooped it up and dialed his supervisor.“Green, there better be a good fucking reason why you’re calling me at—” Silas’s superintendent started through the speaker of the phone.“A ship crashed into the port,” Silas blurted. “What?”“A ship, some damn cargo ship. Large motherfucker.”“Are you fucking with me?”“No, I ain’t fucking with you, sir. A cargo ship crashed into the port, took a good-sized chunk out of our wharf too.”“Was it on the manifest?”“No—that’s what I’m saying. This ship ain’t supposed to be—” A scream from outside on the dock jarred Silas from the phone. “Julius, what the hell was that?”“Green, what’s going on?” his superintendent asked, sounding more and more irritated.Silence. “Green?”“Hold on, sir.” Silas set down the phone, ignoring the muffled protest from his superintendent on the line. He glared at the open door and crept toward it. There were no other sounds, and he didn’t like that one bit. Stepping outside he called, “Julius?”It was hard to see through the fog as it rolled across the walkway. Silas squinted, peering through the gloom turned yellow by the glow of the dock lights. “Julius, what’s going on?” he called to the dark shape in front of him. And then he heard it. A sucking sound. He stopped. The dark shape unfolded.The fog parted slightly, revealing a tall, bald woman with pale skin. Her eyes burned red. She was looking at him with an expression of mild satisfaction, the look of a thirsty soul finally getting a cup of water. She was holding Julius, cradling him almost as if they were dancing. “Who are—” Silas started, until he saw her teeth, her large fanged front teeth, salivating in blood. He took a step back as she let Julius go. His body crumbled to the wet dock. “No,” Silas managed to say, like a child refusing to go to bed.
And then she was upon him. 
About the Author:

Who doesn't love a good story? Thomas's favorite books include All Quiet on the Western Front, Salem's Lot, and Hell House.
In his own writings, he aspires to create fantastic worlds with memorable characters and haunted places. His stories range from Shakespearean gore, classic monster tales, and even stories that hurt him the most to write about, haunted soldiers and PTSD. Residing in the swamps of Houston, Texas, with his wife and daughter, Thomas's debut novel, Reinheit, was eventually published with Shadow Work Publishing, along with Lanmò, The Hobbsburg Horror, FEAST, Beautiful Ugly, and Planet of the Dead.
His veteran focused paranormal thriller series, The Subdue Series, filled with werewolves, Frankenstein-inspired monsters, cults, alter-dimensional insects, witches, and the undead are published with Limitless Publishing.
In 2008, Thomas was honorably discharged from the U.S. Army where he served three tours in Operation Iraqi Freedom. In 2014, Thomas graduated from University of Houston-Clear Lake with a Bachelors in History. He is the senior editor at Machine Mean, a site that reviews horribly awesome and vintage horror movies and books from guest contributors who obsess over a wide range of strange yet oddly related topics.
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Stalk by Victoria Danann - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Stalk
Victoria Danann


Genre: paranormal romance


Publisher: 7th House, Imprint of Andromeda LLC


Date of Publication:  October 21, 2018
Number of pages: 388Word Count: 82,000
Cover Artist: Victoria Danann
Tagline: Every breath you take.
Book Description: 
The first coming of chaos. Twelve thousand years ago, members of a more advanced race crossed into our dimension when the barriers temporarily collapsed.
Trapped in our world, the aliens, who were also shifters, built structures that eventually caused the great flood and the sinking of Atlantis.
Some of the alien DNA survived in progeny that carried an untraceable shifter gene, dormant until awakened by mating with a full blooded werewolf.



Excerpt: Shortly after the incident, the event came to be known as May Day simply because it occurred on the first of May. The term would be forever after altered to represent the pandemonium that followed the dimension overlap that left so many stranded. It worked because it was a good choice because of disassociating the incident with high emotion.Some from other places were left here. Some that belonged here had disappeared and, even though every city had a centralized location where loved ones could post photos and leave flowers or burning votives, everybody knew somebody who had lost someone. And the world had been turned on end in the blink of an eye.The conventional wisdom about withholding news panic-inducing news from the public was bypassed. Cover up was impossible in this case and overnight, everyone knew that we experience reality alongside many others, invisible to us. Everyone also learned conclusively that other species exist in those realities.One of the species that had been stranded in this dimension were canine shifters, werewolves as they were sometimes called in fantasy. Being disinclined to panic, the werewolves, each individually, used their cunning to quickly assess their circumstances and determine what was required to survive. Utilizing their innate talent for strategy, and seduction, they were able to identify missing humans who were a reasonably close match to anthropoid bodies, were without families and were, basically, antisocial. Being shrewd as well as cunning, they made matches with candidates with financial assets.New lives could be built in a new world without money, but money could go a long way toward building walls of privacy and providing the one thing they needed most, after company, of course. That thing was territory. Freedom.The government made it almost too easy by publishing an open database of the missing and requested that corrections be made if someone listed was present and accounted for. Each shifter made his choice then notified the government that they were not missing. They were sorry for the misunderstanding, but had been sailing in the Caribbean or fishing in the Gulf or on an archeological expedition in the Amazon.By the time the dust of the catastrophe began to settle, seven shifters had found each other through a curious intersection of tech and primeval instinct. Each of the seven, while dealing with his own personal disorientation and sense of loss, quickly identified the Pacific Northwest as the most suitable habitat on the North American continent. Millions of acres of national parks and wildlife reserves was attractive. That, and the cooler temperatures, made the locale almost ideal as shifter temperatures run a full three degrees warmer than humans.It took only a few weeks to come across each other. Shifters in wolf form can cover great distances. In so doing they came across the scent of others who were similar to themselves if not identical, but definitely distinctive from wild wolves. And each felt immeasurable relief to find others. For social animals, abject solitude would be a sentence to hell.That was one of the reasons why Ken Sahabe was admitted to the pack without hesitation even though he was not a canine, but a spotted hyena. The pack decided Ken’s social and hunting needs were close enough and admitted him.
The hard wiring of pack behavior hadn’t changed for millennia. However, the language used to describe certain facts of pack life was altered for modern times so that it seemed more politic. For example, rather than saying the alpha decided, which was true, the thought would be expressed as ‘the pack decided’. In Ken’s case, though the actual wolves didn’t have a real vote, they accepted him like one of their own species.
About the Author:

Eight times #1 Amazon Paranormal Romance Bestseller
OVER ONE MILLION BOOKS SOLD
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Victoria Danann, has won the prestigious Reviewers’ Choice Award for BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES the past four years in a row! Click follow to get notifications of new releases.
Knights of Black Swan – BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES (2013, 2014, 2015, 2016)
A Summoner’s Tale – BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL (2013)
Moonlight – BEST VAMPIRE/SHIFTER NOVEL (2013)
Solomon’s Sieve – BEST VAMPIRE NOVEL (2014)
Falcon – BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL (2016)
In addition to the brave and beautiful vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romances that often touch on scifi/fantasy along with contemporary bikers for those who love it when the bad boys are soooooo good.
Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at www.romancecast.com. She and co-host, Riley J. Ford, interview the biggest names in romance every week. Ever wonder about the personalities behind your favorite books? Some of them just might surprise you with their interests, wit, lifestyles, and sense of humor.
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A Bewitching Tuesday

Interview with K.A. Emmons Author of The Blood Race #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/CTpg30lREA6

Halloween Flash Fiction The Girl at the Back of the Train by G.S. Denning http://paranormalists.blogspot.com/20...

Rebecca's Quest Finding Book Eight Blair Drake #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/hBxw30lREw8

Crimson Vale: A Modern Gothic Love Story by Jennifer Harlow with Giveaway #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/ZAv630lRDVO

The Blood Race The Blood Race Trilogy Book One by K. A. Emmons Virtual Book Tour & Giveaway #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/pyWN30lREyG

The Meadows by London Clarke Haunted Halloween Spooktacular #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/BIZ730lREF0

Friday the 13th 3D: 36 Years in the Making Guest Blog by Thomas S. Flowers #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/UFJ430lRECV

The Blood Race Trilogy Books 1 and 2 by K.A. Emmons #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/XKms30lREBw

Spotlight & #Giveaway ~ Rebecca’s Quest (Finding Magic, Book Eight) by Blair Drake ~ Paranormal Romance #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/GAjE30lREvl

Guest Blog by Nancy Gideon - Vampires Versus Werewolves #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/36CE30lREt4

Dawn of the Dead (1978): Remembering George A. Romero’s Greatest Film ~ Guest Blog by Thomas S. Flowers, Author of Planet of the Dead, Book One #Horror #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/AJjN30lREq0

Pawned by Laura Bickle #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/MsDJ30lRElC

A Haunted Halloween Spooktacular by Tena Stetler: A DEMON"S WITCH: **ALSO: Learn about the Haunting of Cripple Creek - Giveaway** #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/I6Fg30lRDMM

Crimson Vale: A Modern Gothic Love Story by Jennifer Harlow #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/70Gi30lRDUH

Haven Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Book Tour + Giveaway #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/4v2r30lREgz

A Witch’s Journey A Witch’s Journey Series Book One Tena Stetler #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/4KC230lRDPr

Haunted by Darkness - Book Tour and Giveaway #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/PHNJ30lREdc

Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Tour for Flesh by Laura Bickle #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/q5gy30lREbo

Malevolent by S. Peters-Davis - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/HzIY30lREaj

Stalk Haunted Spooktacular Book Tour + Giveaway #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/Dhbx30lREf1

Fey by Kirsten Weiss #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/W1C730lRE66

Giveaway from Celia Breslin #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/GXMN30lRE3N

Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway: Crimson Vale by Jennifer Harlow #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/DnW130lRDSq

A Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: IMMORTAL DESCENT by Carolyn M. Walker: **Festive Poem-Giveaway** #bewitchingbooktours http://ow.ly/k6cn30lRDKw

Available for Review in the Bewitching Library

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Air Attack by Claire Davon Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Operation Earth by Maria Hammarblad Genre: Space Opera Romance
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Flashback by Maria Hammarblad Genre: Romance/Military
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The Curious Case of Simon Todd by Vanessa C. Hawkins Genre: Fantasy Satire/Steampunk
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Malevolent: Kendra Spark Book Two by S. Peters-Davis Genre: Supernatural, Suspense-thriller, Romance
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A Weapon of Magical Destruction Agents of A.S.S.E.T. Series Book 1 by Katie Salidas (Humorous Urban Fantasy)
A Taste of Your Own Magic Agents of A.S.S.E.T. Series Book 2 by Katie Salidas (Humorous Urban Fantasy)
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Moon Promise by Carmen Fox Genre: Paranormal romance
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Flesh by Laura Bickle Genre: YA Horror/Paranormal/Fantasy
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Goblin Fires by Brantwijn Serrah Genre: Erotic LGBT Fantasy
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Corsair’s Cove Chocolate Shop The Complete Set Books 1-5 Genre: sweet small town romances with a paranormal twist https://bewitchingbooktours.blogspot....

The Dragon’s Playlist by Laura Bickle Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
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Beyond the Grave Series Books 1-4 by Athena Daniels Genre: Paranormal Romancehttps://bewitchingbooktours.blogspot....

The Devourer by Chris Chelser Genre: Paranormal Suspense
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Where Worlds Meet by Lucinda Elliot Genre: Spoof Gothic Historical Paranormal https://bewitchingbooktours.blogspot....

That Scoundrel Emile Dubois by Lucinda Elliot Genre: Spoof Gothic Paranormal Historical
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Ravensdale by Lucinda Elliot Genre: Spoof Historical Romance
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Animal Graph by M.Black Genre: Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic Action-Adventure
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Prairie Fire by Terri Branson Genre: Western Romance
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Musk Rain by Terri Branson Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Dragon’s Den by Terri Branson Genre: Science Fiction
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Exotiqa by M Black Genre: YA Sci-Fi Dystopian Cyberpunk
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The Duchess Quest by C.K. Brooke Genre: Romantic Adventure Fantasy
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The Sugar Maple Chronicles 4 Book Collection by Barbara Bretton Genre: Paranormal romance
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Enchanted – The Wedding Story by Barbara Bretton Genre: PNR/Mystery
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Unorthodox by S. Peters-Davis Genre: Paranormal Suspense-Thriller Romance
with a good dollop of Supernatural
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Scion’s Destiny by Traci Douglass Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost Genre: urban fantasy, paranormal romance
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Texting Prince Charming by Patty Carothers and Amy Brewer Genre: YA Contemporary Romance https://bewitchingbooktours.blogspot....

Blood Moon: Diary of a Highland Massacre by Christine Church Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance https://bewitchingbooktours.blogspot....

The Pact by Brantwijn Serrah Genre: Supernatural Weird West https://bewitchingbooktours.blogspot....

Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Tour for Flesh by Laura Bickle

FleshLaura Bickle 
Genre: YA Horror/Paranormal/Fantasy
Book Description:
The dead are easy to talk to. Live people, not so much.
Charlie Sulliven thinks she knows all the secrets of the dead. Raised in a funeral home, she’s the reluctant “Ghoul Girl,” her reputation tied to a disastrous Halloween party. But navigating her life as a high school sophomore is an anxiety-inducing puzzle to her. She haunts the funeral home with her parents, emo older brother, Garth, their pistol-packing Gramma, and the glass-eyeball-devouring dachshund, Lothar.
Chewed human bodies are appearing in her parents’ morgue…and disappearing in the middle of the night. The bodies seem tied to a local legend, Catfish Bob, who has resurfaced in the muddy Milburn river near Charlie’s small town. When one of Charlie’s classmates, Amanda, awakens in the cooler as a flesh-eating ghoul, Charlie must protect her newfound friend and step up to unravel the mystery…and try to avoid becoming lunch meat for the dead.
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Excerpt:“Amanda, I…Oh.”I don’t know what else to say. My brain just shuts down.She is wearing the sheet, wound around her like a toga. It trails behind her bare feet, sort of like a painting about Greek goddesses I’ve seen in art books. She’s leaning over another body stored in the cooler unit on a cart. Her back is to me, and I can only see her pale skin and her burgundy-black hair shuddering.“Amanda.”She turns at the sound of my voice, seeming only to hear me for the first time. Her face is covered in dark blood. In her hand, she’s holding a big chunk of purple flesh. Her eyes are half-closed. The autopsy incision on the elderly body below her has been ripped open, and I’m pretty sure that what she’s holding is a lung.“So hungry…” she murmurs. I retreat until my back presses against the cold door. A whimper escapes my lips, and I drop the laundry basket with a sharp crack of plastic on the tile floor. This has to be a dream. A screwed-up anxiety dream that I’ll wake up from any moment now…Amanda’s black eyes snap open. She stares at the chunk of flesh in her hand. “I…Agh…What’s going on?”Lothar waddles over to her and begins to beg. Bile rises in my throat. “That’s Mrs. Canner,” I manage to answer. “She’s seventy-two and died of surgery complications for varicose veins. Deep vein thrombosis, I think. I don’t remember.” I’m babbling, trying to keep the bile down.Amanda drops the lung with a wet splat. Lothar scrambles to it and begins scarfing it down. Her hands are trembling. She presses them to her temples. “I don’t understand. I don’t understand.”I nudge the laundry basket closer to her with my foot. “I brought you some clothes. And, um. Food. You should get dressed.”I think I should be afraid. I think I really ought to be. But Amanda seems genuinely confused. She reaches for the clothes I’ve brought her. To be polite, I know that I should really look away. But I can’t move. I am not turning my back on her. My heart pounds, and I struggle to take deep, uneven breaths.Amanda unwinds the sheet and slips into my clothes. Though I avert my eyes, I see that her shoulder and side are still torn open. But my mother hasn’t begun the autopsy yet, so there is no Y-incision across her chest and abdomen. “Do you remember what happened to you?” I manage to ask. I congratulate myself for having a rational thought. Woot. Her voice is halting, and her brow wrinkles as she struggles to button my jeans. “I remember…something was chasing me. Jesus, it hurt…” Her hand comes up to her neck, and she seems to remember, fingering the edges of the wound. “Am I in a hospital?” she asks again.I suck in a breath. “No. You’re at my house.” It’s not a lie. Not really.She scans the room, as if registering the sight of the cadavers. “You’re the girl whose parents run the funeral home. The Ghoul Girl.”“It’s gonna be okay,” I tell her.“Why am I here?” Her breath makes ghosts in the cold air. “The Sheriff found you, alongside the road.” That’s true also, even if not the whole truth. “I think we should get you upstairs, so you can talk to my parents…”She shakes her head, and her dark hair slaps across her face. “No. I…Oh my god. I’m here because…somebody thought I was dead?”I swallow hard. “Yeah.” Her hands press to the wound on her side. “But I’m not dead!”“I…uh…I think we need to get you to the hospital.” I tentatively reach toward her, to grasp her arm and guide her upstairs, toward the light of the much more civilized parlor and rational discussion. This is so far over my head, and I need my parents to handle it.She shakes her head. “No. No. No.”I hold her elbow gently, trying to keep her calm until I can get her upstairs to my parents. Her skin radiates cold through the sweatshirt, and I can see that the edges of her neck wound are dry, not seeping so much as a hint of blood. “Come with me.” I open the door and gently lead her into the lab, as if I’m herding a frightened cat. She gazes at the stainless-steel equipment. “I was here. I remember being here.”“Come upstairs,” I urge, struggling to keep my composure. I use all the empathy that I’ve learned, dealing with grieving family members, trying to understand the shock and lead her away from the Body Shop.She squints up at the buzzing light. “You were here, weren’t you? You and that woman. Looking at me.”“My mother,” I say. I’m thinking crap crap crap. I’ve heard of cases of people whose vitals have dropped far beyond detection, who have awoken in hospital morgues. This has never happened to us. Not ever. Oh shit. The other body. Maybe it the same thing…“The woman with that knife…” Her fingers go to her sternum, where my mother’s scalpel had rested. All of a sudden, Amanda becomes rooted in place, as immovable as a mountain.“No one’s going to hurt you,” I promise. “Let me make you some coffee.”She shakes her head, and I feel her trembling. Her eyes slide to the back door.She slips from my grip. Before I can stop her, she rushes to the back door. She slams it open with a sound like a gunshot and plunges into the darkness.

About the Author:
Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology-Criminology from Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.
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Malevolent by S. Peters-Davis - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Malevolent
A Kendra Spark Novel
Book Two
S. Peters-Davis

Genre: Supernatural, Suspense-thriller, Romance

Publisher: BWL Publisher

Date of Publication: August 10, 2018



ASIN: B07G36D3JC
Number of pages: E-book length: 150  Number of pages: Print length: 195Word Count: 57,500
Cover Artist:  Michelle Lee
Tagline: Trafficked girls marked to lose their souls by a malevolent supernatural entity require someone with explicit abilities for their rescue. Will Kendra be able to save them?
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
Jenna Powers, ghostified criminal analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same malevolent supernatural force.
Derek Knight, lead FBI Agent on this case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of danger.
Kendra’s unfiltered feelings for Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek faces uncertainties he’s never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?    
As boundless supernatural danger intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…
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Excerpt 2:  637 word/count – Kendra Spark’s point of view
I awakened as the plane touched down in D.C. Guess I could fall asleep beside Derek after all.His fingers intertwined mine and squeezed. “We’re here.” His gaze searched mine. “We should stop at the morgue if you feel up to it.”I nodded, and then realized I hadn’t made any hotel reservations. “Oh, shoot. I need to call the hotel. I totally forgot to make a reservation.” As the plane rolled along the runway I pulled my hand from Derek’s to shuffle through my purse, looking for my cell phone.“Don’t you think about calling a hotel, I’ve got the best suite around.” His dimpled smile struck my heart like an arrow. He tilted his head and raised a brow as though he waited for my response.Was I supposed to guess what he meant? “Not sure what you’re talking about. Where did you make reservations?” My heart thrummed a snappy beat at the thought he’d taken initiative in reserving a place for me to stay.He grabbed my hand and lifted it to his lips, gently kissing my palm. “The cottage behind my home is open to you. I had someone come in over the weekend to clean and stock it with a few groceries. I’d actually offer you a room in my home, but I figured you’d turn me down flat.” He kissed my inner wrist and my mouth dropped open in response.Fireworks shot through all parts of my body from his gentle passion. Then I thought of the cottage, a writer’s dream retreat. I’d adored the building the moment I first saw it nestled in the woods. Part of me liked the idea of being so close to Derek, but the other part of me wondered about the speed of my growing attraction to him. Would I be able to keep from compromising our professional relationship? The kiss at my place had sent me into a dizzying tailspin of wanton feelings and emotions. Derek came across as honorable and caring, but I barely knew him. Other than our short conversation on the way to the airport and what Jenna kept telling me…that he was head over heels for me. Right. For all I knew he could be a womanizer, and all his boyish charms were part of his allure to snag a quick tryst. What did Jenna actually know about him, only what she saw at the office? She’d never worked one-on-one with him in the past. Plus, he had three brothers, and if they looked anything like he did I could only imagine the kind of competitions they all had when it came to women.The tip of his tongue slid across the skin of my wrist, his smoldering gaze promised more.His overall assertiveness gave me the impression our so-called professional relationship might have surpassed into a deeper personal level or was he reeling me in for a good night’s romp? Unsure, I closed my mouth and licked my lips. A little pant escaped. The plane stopped moving. The eight agents seated around us stood to depart. Some of them stared at me, and my face blazed with a flash of heat, but I didn’t pull my hand away from Derek. He was bent over as if retrieving something from below his seat. His hand clung to mine. He flattened his tongue against my wrist and slid it to the middle of my palm. Bolts of electric charges raced up my arm and shot straight down my center. What the heck is this man doing to me? This was a totally new-to-me side of Derek, perhaps his dark side.
The other agents had collected their overhead stuff and departed off the plane. All I wanted to do was flip my seat back and pant like a love-struck teenager. Good grief.



About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.
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