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Top Ten Favorite Paranormal Books with Kourtney Heintz

I’ve always been fascinated by the paranormal. I can’t seem to write a story withoutsomething paranormal at its core. That means I read a lot of paranormal novels in children’s, YA and adult fiction. Here’s my top ten list. As you work your way down the list, please imagine a drum roll before each is revealed.

10) The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom: It was one of the most meaningful books I’ve read and one I think I’ll reread in years to come when I need perspective on time and what truly matters in life.
9) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling: This to me was the best book in a very beloved series.
8) Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor: It’s a heart-rending tale of two enemies who fell in love and dared to hope...and what came next. Laini Taylor writes emotions in a way that makes it impossible not to feel every excruciating and exhilarating moment of it.
7) The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin: Part horror, part paranormal. I loved having an unreliable narrator and not knowing what's a hallucination and what's real.
6) Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs: There's a creepy gothic feel to it, cool found photography that weaves into the narrative, a unique take on time travel, and scary monsters with unexpected origins. The writing is phenomenal. I have an author crush on Ransom Riggs.
5) The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman: It's a fable that resonates with your soul. I love Gaiman's confident writing. You never question his dreamy world building. Sentences are so gorgeous and magnificent. You never want this tale to end.
4) Last Sacrifice by Richelle Mead:  What a brilliant ending to the Vampire Academy series. The entire novel kept me on the edge of my seat, gripping my armrests. It was intense and awesome. Action packed and heart-stopping.
3) An Ice Cold Grace by Charlaine Harris: I loved how the darkness in the characters and the story never completely extinguished the light inside it. Great flawed, gray characters!
2) The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger: This is the kind of book I dream of writing. The kind of emotion I hope to one day bleed onto the page.

1) Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: This was the book that hooked me on paranormal. It’s what I aspire to in my own writing: memorable characters, an unforgettable love story, and paranormal elements that weave through the fiber of the story.
What are some of your top paranormal reads?

Highway Thirteen to ManhattanThe Six Train to Wisconsin SeriesBook TwoKourtney Heintz
Genre: Paranormal and Suspense
Publisher: Aurea Blue Press
Date of Publication: 11/1/2016
ISBN: 978-0989132688ASIN: TBA
Number of pages: 420Word Count: 94,000
Cover Artist: Creative Paramita
Book Description:
His secrets almost killed her. Her secrets may destroy them both.
Kai is recovering from a near-death experience when she realizes something isn’t right. Her body is healing, but her mind no longer feels quite like her own. Her telepathic powers are changing, too. She can’t trust herself. The darkness growing inside of her pushes her to use her telepathy as a weapon.
Oliver clings to the hope that he can save their marriage, even though he was the one who put her life in jeopardy. As his wife slips further and further away from him, he becomes increasingly obsessed with bringing the man who ruined his life to justice.
The sequel to The Six Train to Wisconsin is a genre-defying tale of love and consequences. Once again, award-winning author Kourtney Heintz seamlessly weaves suspense and paranormal intrigue into a real-world setting, creating characters rich in emotional and psychological complexity.
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CHAPTER 1 Highway Thirteen to Manhattan 
Kai
Like most daughters, I loved my parents, but right now, I wanted them anywhere but here. Hospitals are always hard, but my parents managed to make it harder. My head was already pounding from all the thoughts and emotions coming at me. Not just from the patients and their families and the doctors and the nurses, but also from my mother and father. Instead of shielding their thoughts and trying to make it better for me, they let their emotions crash into me.My mind wasn’t strong enough for all this. Neither was my body. Tubes eviscerated my right hand. A giant bruise blossomed beside the newest IV line. A cast wrapped around my left wrist. My broken pinky finger had been set and taped to my ring finger. The back of my head was held together with stitches. Beneath the blanket, my body was covered in bruises.I didn’t feel any physical pain because of the medications the doctors pumped into me. They said I needed it to recover, but it made my body feel like it wasn’t mine. And the steady drip of opiates didn’t just steal my physical pain; it left me unable to form the psychic shield I needed to protect myself from the misery swirling around me.Mom sat in the chair closest to my bed. She wore one of her flowing peasant blouses and faded jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and light brown strands slipped loose to hang around her face. The corners of her hazel eyes were pinched with worry.Her hand hovered over my arm, unsure where to touch me—if she should touch me. Finally, she laid her hand gently on my thigh. “You just need to rest here for a few more days.”She was wrong. I needed to get out of here. Away from all these thoughts as soon as possible. “I want to go home.”Mom shook her head. “You need to let the doctors help you.” Like they did last time.Her thoughts slammed into my brain. She thought hospitalization was the solution to everything.“Please. Look at what’s happened to you. You can’t go home until you’re better,” she said. I can’t lose you. I won’t let that happen.I didn’t know how to reassure her. Yes, I’d almost died, but being here was hurting me more than it was healing me. I swallowed all the words I wanted to say and hoped for Caleb to come back soon. My brother would know how to talk to Mom, how to make her understand.The doctor came in to check on me and Mom’s agonizing fear rose up. Don’t let her have brain damage.Dad patted Mom’s shoulder. He looked like an older, surfer version of Caleb. Both were tall and muscular with curly blond hair. Dad’s hair was a darker blond streaked with platinum from decades in the sun and salt water. His eyes were greener than Caleb’s, but like Caleb’s, they were rimmed with purple bruises. When Dad smiled, sun lines radiated from his eyes and cut across his cheeks. But I hadn’t seen them since he’d arrived at my bedside. Instead, waves of exhaustion rolled off him and rippled over me, right before I heard his thoughts. I can’t go through this again, watching you slip away.My younger sister Naomi lounged in the chair in the corner as far from me as she could get. She had Mom’s light brown hair and thin frame and Dad’s green eyes and height. She looked nothing like me and only distantly related to Caleb. Her long legs looped over the armrest as she flipped through a magazine. Thanks for ruining Christmas break. I’d rather be anywhere but here.I felt the same way.At least Oliver was gone for the moment. Mom had convinced him to go home, take a shower, maybe even sleep. I couldn’t bear his guilt; it was so thick it choked me.Oliver. My husband. God. I’d never loved and hated someone so much at the same time. I still couldn’t believe he’d called my parents. He knew how bad they were at handling me. How could he have thought that having my family here would be good for me?Bitterness frosted my thoughts. I was in a hospital, bruised and battered. I’d almost died. That’s what Caleb had said. He was the only one willing to tell me the truth. Oliver had said it was bad, but he wouldn’t say how bad. He couldn’t bear to admit what happened to me.

About the Author:
Kourtney Heintz is the award-winning and bestselling author of The Six Train to Wisconsin (2013), the first book in The Six Train to Wisconsin series. She also writes bestselling young adult novels under the pseudonym K.C. Tansley. Heintz is a member of the Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, Romance Writers of America, and Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. Heintz has given writing workshops and author talks at libraries, museums, universities, high schools, conventions, wineries, non-profits organizations, and writing conferences. She has been featured in the Republican American of Waterbury, Connecticut; on WTNH’s CT Style; and on the radio show, Everything Internet.

Kourtney resides in Connecticut with her warrior lapdog, Emerson, and three quirky golden retrievers. Years of working on Wall Street provided the perfect backdrop for her imagination to run amok at night, envisioning a world where out-of-control telepathy and buried secrets collide.

You can find out more about Kourtney and her books at: http://kourtneyheintz.com
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http://www.facebook.com/kourtneyheintzwriter/
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Character Interview - Bridgebreaker by Joshua C. Cook

Hi! My name is Joshua Cook, the author of ‘The Echo Worlds’ series. The series is a modern/urban fantasy series, and today I’d like to introduce you to a very important character, Marcus Wheeldon, the Leader of a group called the Bridgefinders.
The Bridgefinders are at the time of this interview ‘licking their wounds’ so to speak. They have just managed to make it through a major clash and the repercussions of that fight, and how it was won are only now becoming clearer.
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Character Interview:
Marcus Wheeldon, Leader of the Bridgefinders. A thin painfully sharp man, he has an air of power about him. His eyes are red and bloodshot, Dressed in dark nearly block clothes, his skin is on the pale side. He grips a softball sized orb in his hand and is constantly glancing at it.
Marcus, it’s good to meet you. The leader of the Bridgefinders, that’s an impressive title.
Marcus: Don’t patronize me. We are a broken shell of an order.
No offense meant! What are the Bridgefinders, exactly?
 Marcus: The Bridgefinders are men and women throughout history who have dedicated their lives to protecting our planet and the human race from the threat of the Slyph and the Echo World.
Slyph? Echo World? What’s that?
Marcus: Creation had an echo. But like all Echo’s it wasn’t exactly the same as our world. It was.. Distorted. A creature arose on that world. The Slyph. Powerful, strong, evil. She wants to merge the Echo World, her world, with our world. To kill us, feed upon us. Her creatures, her hunters, to destroy us.
How do you know this?
Marcus: Don’t be a fool! Do you think I’d have given my whole life, all that I am and ever was to something if it wasn’t true??
Sorry Marcus, didn’t mean to set you off. Before, you said the Bridgefinders were a ‘broken shell’ what did you mean?
Marcus: We are a dying order. Reduced to 3 or even less members, down from thousands. The Slyph has hunted us down one by one throughout the ages via Grellnot, her… hunter. Recently I thought we had a reprieve, a way forward. A Maker, a Bridgefinder with the power to create and to fix the machines of the ancient Bridgefinders was found. Cendan Key is his name. But he betrayed us. Betrayed me.  I will have to do something about his insidious evil before he takes another member away.
What do you mean? What did he do?
Marcus: He is responsible for the death of a member of the Bridgefinders. Sal. It’s Cendan’s fault that Sal is dead. Worse, he spreads lies about what we can do, the history of who we are. I worry that he is starting to corrupt Jasmine….
Jasmine? Who’s that?
Marcus: Jasmine is… None of your concern.
I notice you keep looking at that sphere thing in your hand, and you keep almost... Caressing it for the lack of a better term. What is that?
Marcus: This? (Marcus holds up the orb.) This is the keystone. This is MY birthright as the leader of the Bridgefinders. Hidden it was. Hidden from the leaders of the Bridgefinders by the Makers. Makers always thought themselves better than the rest of us. Cendan fits right in.  THIS stone will help me deliver the justice that Cendan so richly deserves.
This Cendan Key person, why do you blame him for the death of Sal?
Marcus: HIS foolishness lead to Sal’s death. Then he draped himself in false glory! He said that HE had turned the tide of the war. He TOOK MY PLACE. I am the leader of the Bridgefinders! Not that jumped up false prophet!

Forgive me Marcus, but you sound.. Jealous?
Marcus: I am NOT jealous. Cendan has spat upon everything I hold dear, everything that means anything to me. Not only that he’s … with Jasmine..  (Marcus stops talking and looks at the orb, licking his lips.)
Marcus?
Marcus: Cendan Key will be dealt with. I WILL end the threat of the Slyph, Grellnot and the betrayal of Cendan Key. All of it. It is my path, my job.
You sound... Sure of that.
Marcus: I AM sure. I have always known that I was destined for great things. I am a Bridgefinder. I am the leader of the Bridgefinders. That position was a joke once, now (raises the orb once more.) now it is not. No creature, no hunter, and no damned Maker will stand in my way. Ever.
Changing the subject, you mentioned someone named.. Grellnot?
Marcus: Not a someone, a something. Created by perverting a past Maker, the Slyph made Grellnot for one purpose. Out of all the monsters she’s ever made, Grellnot is one thing. Hunger.
Grellnot exists to kill, eat, and destroy Bridgefinders. Thinking on it now, it makes sense that she used a Maker to help her. I wonder if they are close in nature to her, always mewing and complaining about the powers, trying to have their way. An unchecked Maker made something like Grellnot! Though the Slyph had a lot to do with it. Damned creature even wears the foci of the Bridgefinders it’s killed around its neck, trophies.
Foci?
Marcus: Every Bridgefinder has an.. item. To focus their abilities, to allow them to close the portals between worlds, banish the creatures of the Slyph.
Interesting? So they allow you to work the magic?
Marcus: WE DO NOT USE MAGIC! (Marcus stands.) Magic is Evil. We do not use it, never say that again. Never even THINK it. Our abilities are inborn.
Ok sorry! Sorry!
Marcus: You sound like that fool Cendan. He spouts off about magic, and how we have all these ‘hidden powers.’ Lies. Lies and deceits. He would change what it MEANS to be a Bridgefinder.
Uh.. ok. Well Marcus this has been interesting, do you have anything else to add?
Marcus: No. I have plans to make. I can’t spend any more time in a foolish interview.
And there you have it! Marcus Wheeldon, the leader of the Bridgefinders. An increasingly troubled man by the sounds of it. I wonder what he could be up to, what plans?
I hope you have enjoyed this little chat with Marcus, and you will be interested in checking out more about him, and all the other characters that make up the second book in The Echo Worlds, Bridgebreaker.
Thank you!
--Joshua Cook




BridgebreakerThe Echo WorldsBook 2Joshua C. Cook
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: September 12th, 2016
ISBN: 1536949280ASIN: B01L4XZ8WG
Number of pages: 238Word Count: 64731
Cover Artist: S.A. Hunt
Book Description:
The Bridgefinders have won a battle they never expected to walk away from. The Slyph has been pushed back, and now faces open rebellion from Grellnot.
War is brewing on the Echo World, a war that has large implications for us. Within the Bridgefinders something rotten has taken hold, as one of their own starts down a dark path of jealousy, anger, and hate.
When a woman from a mysterious group known only as the Shrouded, comes with a warning, her appearance proves to be a tipping point as the Bridgefinders face a new challenge, the evil within.
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About the Author:
Josh Cook grew up in a highly literary family, with an English Professor mother who taught rhetoric. Having a long term love to fantasy and science fiction, Josh began writing three years ago. Outside of writing, Josh enjoys politics, cooking, hiking, and a good argument.
Blog: www.joshccook.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EchoWorlds/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Grae500
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8327398.Joshua_C_Cook

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Interview and Giveaway My Maker’s Keeper by Tiffany Current

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
I’m an avid reader. I love books. I grew up reading books. It was a great escape from whatever was happening in my life.  And sometimes I just loved how they shocked you. (I will forever be changed from reading Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews.) But these past few years I’ve been reading a lot of paranormal books, so I knew I wanted to write something in that genre.
What is it about the paranormal, in particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?
Vampires are everything! In a way, they’re like superheroes. They can run fast, have super strength, can convince you to do whatever they want, and live forever. Who wouldn’t want those qualities?
What inspired you to write this book?
I’m a big fan of anything and everything vampire. And I’m a big fan of YA, so those two things kind of intersected in this book.
Please tell us about your latest release.
My Maker’s Keeper is about an 18-year-old girl who gets turned into a vampire against her will. She tries to starts fresh in a small town, but ends up falling for a local boy who ignites her thirst for blood.
Is there a character that you enjoyed writing more than any of the others?
Lucas was probably my favorite to write. He’s this sexy and dangerous vampire with a chip on his shoulder. He’s my fantasy man.
What is the most interesting thing you have physically done for book related research purposes?
For a different book of mine, one of my characters ends up in jail. So I went down to my local precinct and asked if I could see what a jail cell looked like. They actually showed me! It was pretty cool.
Do you write in different genres?
I do. I’ve written a self-help book before called How to Move in with Your Boyfriend (and Not Break Up with Him). And I’m currently working on an urban fantasy novel.
What are your guilty pleasures in life?
TV. I love television. Especially trashy TV shows and reality TV.

What was the last amazing book you read?
A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas

What can readers expect next from you?
I’m working on an urban fantasy novelette right now. It’s about this cynical and sarcastic woman who doesn’t believe in the supernatural – only to discover she is supernatural and has to team up with a hot guy to rid the world of monsters.


My Maker’s KeeperTiffany Current
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: November 1, 2016
Book Description:
Hannah Clark used to be an ordinary girl. She used to be a lot of things. Until she was bitten.
Five months ago, Hannah woke up in the middle of the woods as a vampire. She didn’t know how it happened or who turned her. She just knew she wasn’t safe in her hometown anymore.
Fort Wayne was supposed to be her fresh start. Her chance to finish high school without any other incidents. But then she met Jackson. Their attraction was instant and awakened something deep inside of her. Her thirst for blood.
Things only got worse when her maker, Lucas, came to town. He might have been sexy, but he was one dangerous vampire. And if Hannah wanted to keep Jackson safe, she had to protect him from Lucas’ ravenous ways. Even though she found herself excited by them.
But Lucas wasn’t there for her. Something sinister was happening in town. Vampires were going missing, and if Hannah didn’t want to be next, she had to work with Lucas to solve the mystery. But could she trust him? Or should she trust Jackson? She had to make a choice—and her life might just depend on it.
Excerpt 2
My eyes went to the clock. Ten seconds left in the game. As the time ticked down, my shoulders tensed, sensing something so familiar and so close. I stood up, scanning the crowd. When my eyes met hers, I instantly recognized what she was.            A vampire. A striking one. She had short, bright pink hair, porcelain skin, and wore a tight jumpsuit under her leather jacket. She didn’t look a day over eighteen, but her face told me she was a vampire not to be messed with. Beside her sat another vampire wearing a similar leather jacket. He was a few years older, with dark, luscious hair and inviting lips. He looked like a fallen angel. The kind who would’ve fought for the other side. He stared back at me stiffly. His dark brown eyes reminding me exactly how I knew him.            He was my maker.              Instantly, a shot of pain hit me right in the chest. It was as if an invisible hand had taken hold of my heart and was squeezing it tighter and tighter. I gasped, clutching frantically at my shirt.“Are you okay?” Emily asked.I tried to speak, but my mind went fuzzy. Only one thing seemed to slip through. My maker. I wanted him. I needed to please him. It didn’t matter what he asked for, I would obey. And be grateful for it.The buzzer rang, snapping me back to reality. That overwhelming need to please was replaced by shame and anger. What was wrong with me? Why was I even thinking those things? My eyes flicked back to where my maker had been sitting. He was gone. I ran out of the gym with one thing on my mind. I had to find them. The hallway was crowded with people. I tried to push my way through, but there were too many of them. I stopped suddenly, feeling the chill in the air. They were behind me. I whirled around. Just a few feet away were my maker and the other vampire. They stood unmoving as the crowd wove in between them. My maker stared at me with absolutely no expression on that beautiful face of his. I didn’t know what bothered me more. That he showed no remorse, or that I found him attractive.


About the Author:
Tiffany Current earned her Bachelor's degree in dramatic writing from Drexel University. Her first book, the self-help relationship guide How to Move in with Your Boyfriend (and Not Break Up with Him), was published by Turner Publishing. 
Tiffany writes paranormal, young adult, urban fantasy, and self-help books. In her spare time, Tiffany enjoys reading books, watching trashy action movies, and pestering her cat.
Official website: http://www.tiffanycurrent.com/
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/TiffanyCurrentAuthor/
Twitter Profile: https://twitter.com/tiffanycurrent
Goodreads Profile: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4856745.Tiffany_Current

Guest Blog - Gregory L. Hall

Greetings, my goodly friends! I’ve been asked to tell a little about myself. But what a strange year 2016 has been. I’m excited my Goth thriller At the End of Church Street is finding new audiences. I had too much fun writing it and it holds a special place in my dark, twisted heart. I also won free tickets to a Pink Floyd tribute band, which is awesome. On the flip side, they sucked. They promised in the promos there would be a flying pig. There was no flying pig. Nope. Not for discount ticket holders. And then I’ve heard rumors about an election for a new United States president. They should really put stuff like that on the news channels so people like me can know more about it. I’m not good with last minute events.
It’s the kind of year that makes a person rethink what they believe in or hold tighter to values they’ve always had. Brad and Angelina are no longer Brangelina. Can any of us really pretend the world is the same? How will we limp to 2017 and beyond? Before I can come up with honest and possibly ugly answers, I need to figure out what I feel at my core. I’ll start with three facts I know are universal. We are all biodegradable. If the goddess Venus walked the Earth, she would be Debbie Gibson. And it should be absolutely legal to shoot a mime.
I admit I’m a wee bit nervous about Church Street. I wanted to write an original spin on blood suckers and I believe I did. A vampire novel without actual vampires in it. But…I believe vampires are real. What if they don’t like it? Sure, they’re old school, still viewing us as food, however they adore paranormal romance. Huge fans. But my book is more of a serial killer slaughtering Goths in a vampire Neverland. What if I make them angry? You do not want to mess with the undead.
The public never sees vampires because they hold the most powerful seats in world government along with Oprah, Papa John and the guy who used to be Joey on Friends. Joey has been in fourteen TV series since Friendswrapped up. Each one gets canceled within six episodes and he stars in yet another new show a month later. If you’re looking for a clue as to who holds all the cards in this world, he’s kind of transparent.
All I can do is hold on to my beliefs. I believe some new social outlet will come along to make MySpace obsolete. There is no such thing as talking to yourself. Ever lie in bed, sigh and regretfully say “Okay. Let’s do this.” Someone in China said a minute earlier “Well, smack my butt and call me Sally.” If I’m at a restaurant and a waitress says “Here’s your salmon” but doesn’t pronounce the ‘l’, I return it because I believe they’re giving me less than what I ordered. In contrast, if you need to ask how many calories are in your breath mint, you need to eat. Period. I’m looking at you, Tiffany.
Crop circles are created by people here on Earth. Ignoring the practical jokers, it’s serious UFO worshippers leaving messages for the aliens. ‘Here is a circle with other circles in it. And next to that is a DNA sequence Tommy screwed up on so we’re calling it a duck. Please write back.’ Mystery solved. Superior beings are not using technology millenniums beyond our understanding, traveling billions of lightyears to our tiny planet saying “We must communicate with the earthlings. Quick! Find a cornfield!”
I also believe if I had special powers like telekinesis or mind reading, no one would ever know. It’s the idiots that brag at parties, mentally lighting paper plates on fire, who wind up on military dissecting tables. Me? I’ll blink to change the TV channel when no one else is around.
Tragedies happen in life. But one of our saddest days will be when the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame headlines new inductee Justin Bieber, with a special long overdue tribute to classic rock icons, the Spice Girls. Ylvis will be disqualified when experts research ‘What Does the Fox Say?’ and determine no, a fox makes none of those sounds.
Yes, I know there are things I’ll never understand. Sometimes my eyes glaze over like Kim Kardashian staring at her shoelaces. The word for ‘one syllable’ is monosyllabic. Shouldn’t it be something like ‘sylb’? I’m baffled when I see an opossum squished in the middle of the road. Did a car run it over? Or is it really that damn good at playing dead? I feel sorry for the people on the West Coast because they never get to see the sunrise.
The other day I watched a college-age girl make a left hand turn from the far right lane, cutting everyone off at the green light. She pulled up to the gas pump next to me. I asked about her maneuver. She said she was in the wrong lane. What was she supposed to do? I suggested it was probably safer to stay in her lane, find a place to turn around and come back, instead of cutting across three lanes of traffic. Princess gave me the best answer ever, worthy of banners and tramp stamps everywhere.
"It's not my fault I made a mistake!"
I wonder if the vampires will accept that answer if they don’t like Church Street. I’m just a simple guy who writes spooky books. All I know is I am here do two things. Chew bubble gum and kick ass.
And I am all out of ass.




End of Church Street
Gregory L. Hall
Publisher: Fiery Seas Publishing
Genre: YA Dark Fantasy/Horror
Release Date: October 2016
About the Book:

Homeless and with nowhere to turn, Rebecca De Rosa finds a family of lost souls just like her—the vampires of Orlando. Reborn, she revels in her new lifestyle of 'no rules'. Love whoever you want. Seek whatever high you wish. Live forever young. Every night's an adventure—hunting down tourists, challenging local police, screaming to the world vampires really do exist! It's Neverland and every dream Rebecca has comes true.
Until the first murder.


Someone else lurks in the shadows. Goths are found beheaded, with wooden stakes pounded into their chests. The hunters have become the hunted. As the bodies pile up, Rebecca and the Family are forced to ask who can you trust when the only person who believes you're an actual vampire is a vampire killer?
About the Author:
Gregory L Hall has a long history in comedy, theatre and improv. He is a national Telly Award winner and creator of the Baltimore Comedy Fest, which supported Autism Awareness. Many fans know Greg best as the host/producer of the popular live radio show The Funky Werepig.
As a writer his work has appeared over the decade in various publications, anthologies and a short story collection. His novels rarely stick to one genre, ranging from comedy and romance to intense thrillers and horror. His biggest claim to fame is he was once hugged by Pat Morita, Mr. Miyagi of The Karate Kid. We should pause an extra moment to realize how awesome that is.

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Haunted Boston Harbor by Sam Baltrusis : Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Haunted Boston HarborHaunted America Sam Baltrusis
Genre: Ghosts and hauntings, Local/Regional History
Publisher: History Press/Arcadia
Date of Publication: August 22, 2016
ISBN: 9781626199569
Number of pages: 144 pgsWord Count: 35,000
Cover Artist: Cover photo by Frank C. Grace
Book Description:
Ghosts lurk in the waters near Boston's historic seaport, haunting the secluded islands scattered throughout the harbor. Boston Harbor brims with the restless spirits of pirates, prisoners and victims of disease and injustice. Uncover the truth behind the Lady in Black on Georges Island. Learn about the former asylums on Long Island that inspired the movie Shutter Island, and dig up the skeletal secrets left behind by the Woman in Scarlet Robes. From items flying off the shelves at a North End cigar shop to the postmortem cries of tragedy at the centuries-old Boston Light on Little Brewster, author Sam Baltrusis breathes new life into the horrors that occurred in the historic waters surrounding Boston.
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Introduction to Haunted Boston HarborThe Lady in Black summoned me here. However, as I searched every nook and cranny of Georges Island during a five-month gig as a historical narrator in Boston Harbor, the ghost of Melanie Lanier—as the Lady in Black is otherwise called—refused to reveal herself. She was playing hard to get.  “Something touched me in there, and it wasn’t human!” screamed a girl running out of the corridor of dungeons after a field trip to Fort Warren at Georges Island. “It was the Lady in Black,” she said convincingly. The girl looked mortified.   This was just one of the strange events that occurred during the summer of 2014 when I gave historical tours with Boston Harbor Cruises and traveled on large vessels carrying passengers back and forth to various islands in the outer harbor. I spent most afternoons during the summer searching for a repeat experience of a shadow figure that I’d seen there seven years before. No such luck.  I frequently heard screams emanating from Fort Warren’s haunted ramparts. However, it was usually one of the kids touring the dark hallway in the southeast battery.  The location that Edward Rowe Snow said was the Lady in Black’s haunt was in the front of the fort. It’s still accessible, but it’s extremely dusty and dark.  In 2007, I moved back to Boston from Florida and had a ghostly experience while touring the ramparts of Fort Warren at Georges Island. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an all-black shadow figure. I looked again, and it was gone. At this point, I had never heard the Lady in Black legend. I just intuitively knew Georges Island had some sort of psychic residue. While researching Fort Warren’s history, my interest in Boston’s haunted past gradually became a passion. History repeats itself, and it was my job to uncover the truth and give a voice to those without a voice—even though most of the stories turned out to be tales from the crypt.  Lawrence, a fellow Boston Harbor Cruises tour guide and former park ranger, insisted that ghosts do not inhabit Georges Island, adding that the Lady in Black legend was completely made up by folklorist Edward Rowe Snow.   “I spent so many nights there, I would know,” he said, as we passed Nix’s Mate en route to the mainland. “However, I would say the island has a spirit. Some rangers say the island’s energy, or spirit, welcomes people.”  In hindsight, I’ve decided that my encounter on Georges in 2007 was the island’s spirit welcoming me. However, ghosts can almost certainly be found nearby.  While several of the thirty-four islands have paranormal activity, Boston Harbor’s Little Brewster is allegedly the most haunted. The mysterious Boston Light, one of the five remaining Coast Guard–manned lighthouses in America, stands eerily on the rocky, two-acre island. It’s located behind Georges Island and can be spotted from the ramparts, which I explored regularly during the summer of 2014. While I was giving historical tours, the lighthouse was closed for much-needed repairs in preparation for its three-hundred-year anniversary.   Boston Light reopened in 2015 and has once again become a Boston Harbor hot spot.  Photographer Frank C. Grace, his father and I took a ferry out to Little Brewster. It was a rainy, overcast day—perfect weather for a ghostly encounter. Coincidentally, we visited hours before Boston Light’s 299-year anniversary on September 14, 2015 and the island was buzzing with excitement from both the living and the dead. The volunteers at the historic lighthouse were quick to confirm that Little Brewster was indeed haunted.  “You hear ghost stories all the time,” remarked Val, a veteran tour guide. “One day, I had climbed all the way to the top and I heard phantom footsteps behind me and there was definitely no one else in the lighthouse.”  Other volunteers have mentioned hearing what sound like congo drums, possibly Native American tribal rhythms, on the island, without a plausible explanation.  Jeremy D’Entremont, historian for the American Lighthouse Foundation and author of The Lighthouse Handbook New England, confirmed the ghostly legends associated with Boston Light. “Coast Guard keepers experienced odd things and generally blamed it on ‘George,’ meaning George Worthylake, the first keeper, who drowned in 1718,” he told me. “The Coast Guard Auxiliary Watchstanders who spend shifts there today have also seen strange things.”  On the way back, we passed by many of the islands I fell in love with during the summer of 2014. Nix’s Mate, the smallest of the Harbor Islands, seemed particularly ominous. Marked by a black-and-white beacon and completely submerged during high tide, the freakishly small island is where pirates were kept in a crude contraption known as a gibbet cage, an invention of the Puritans. They would showcase the pirates as sort of a cautionary tale. While narrating Boston Harbor tours, I was pushed from my seat by an unseen force multiple times when passing this spot. It was so intense that I physically tied myself to my chair. One time, I was pushed so hard that I almost fell off the top deck of the vessel.   Disgruntled ghost pirates? Yep, Boston Harbor has them.   Of course, I had multiple encounters while researching the various haunts featured in Haunted Boston Harbor. The most profound was during an exploration of the USS Constitution, or Old Ironsides. The famous vessel was scheduled to be dry-docked for a three-year hiatus. I had seen it multiple times in all its majestic glory in Boston Harbor. It was breathtaking to watch the three-masted frigate sail past my vessel; it brought me to tears.   According to naval officer Wesley Bishop, Ghost Hunters was scheduled to investigate the oldest commissioned naval vessel still afloat. And yes, the uniformed crew did strongly believe that Old Ironsides was, in fact, haunted. “No enemy died on board, so if there are ghosts, they’re my fellow crew members who died long ago from battle-related wounds or the elements,” Bishop told me. “I haven’t had an encounter, but several of my [living] crew members have.”  Meanwhile, his fellow naval officer friend chimed in, “There are definitely ghosts on board.”  While I was peeking into the berthing area known as “the rack,” I swore I saw a shadow figure dart by me. Of course, multiple reports have been made of a sailor wearing a navy blue jacket and gold buttons. Ellen MacNeil, who has investigated the USS Constitution with her team, SPIRITS of New England, confirmed that the vessel is paranormally active.  “Is it haunted? Oh, hell yes,” MacNeil told Haunted Boston Harbor. Her team investigated the Constitution in 2010 over a two-day period. “We totally freaked out the captain with our audio and video evidence. With 308 deaths on the ship, mainly from illness not battle, the ship is very much loved and protected by these lost souls who were playful, curious and responsive to us being there.”   In addition to the USS Constitution, I had an up-close-and-personal encounter with the extremely haunted Charles W. Morgan. One sunny afternoon, the last wooden whaleship in the world cruised past my vessel in the harbor. The Morgan is supposedly haunted by a nineteenth-century sailor smoking a pipe. It was so surreal to experience this ancient vessel sail by me.  I also had a few bizarre experiences on the mainland. One sunny June afternoon, I was walking up State Street near the Old State House. A Clydesdale-type horse—his name is Prince—was carrying two passengers to the heart of Boston’s Revolutionary War past. The carriage driver named Becky, a saucy brunette, was stunned when the horse stopped mid-trot, raised his hoof as if he was spooked by an unseen force and looked in my direction. “Whoa, it must be a ghost,” Becky said without hesitation. “It’s the ghosts of the revolution.”  Apparently, horses are sensitives, too. If Becky only knew.  While giving tours during the summer of 2014, a co-worker at Boston Harbor Cruises captured an electronic voice phenomenon while exploring Georges Island one afternoon. He spent the day with his brother exploring the fort and captured a voice of what sounded like a man. “You can hear breathing, and then it says something,” he told me, playing the recording over and over.  “It sounds like it says ‘get out’ or something similar,” I told him.   What’s even more fascinating is that the male voice saying, “Get out” in his impromptu EVP sounded southern. Could it be a Confederate soldier?   One year later, I ventured out to Fort Warren and crawled through the original corridor of dungeons. I found the coffin used by Edward Rowe Snow to retell the Lady in Black legend. It was covered in dust and cobwebs.  A message from the vice president of the Confederacy, Alexander Hamilton Stephens, popped into my head. His quote: “All the genius I have lies in this.”  I laughed. It all made sense now. There is no Lady in Black. The ghost is a Confederate soldier or possibly even the cranky spirit of Stephens. I shivered in the beauty and the madness of the moment.   I crawled out of Fort Warren’s corridor of dungeons armed with my latest tale from the crypt. Melanie Lanier is totally made up. The Lady in Black is a man.


THE BAD ROOM: Residential haunts in Malden and SomervilleBy Sam Baltrusis
As the author of six historical-based ghost books, I hear all sorts of stories about alleged hauntings throughout New England. One of my readers, Michael Marciello, reached out to me about a haunting from his childhood home in Malden. As a kid, he called the off-limits haunted bedroom "the bad room.”
I got chills as he recounted tales of his father being pinned to the bed by an unseen force and sounds—he later described as evil and potentially demonic—echoing from a room that was unoccupied ... at least by the living.
His mother ended up putting a lock on the bedroom's door so he and his siblings would stay away from the paranormally active first-floor room."It was always so cold," he said, recalling the inexplicable temperature fluctuations in the bad room. "We thought it was an animal," he said, claiming that he would smell sulphur which is an indication of an evil entity.
When I posted Marciello's account on social media, sociolgist Michelle Willms talked about her version of a childhood bad room. "There was a room in my grandparents' house that was the ‘wicked room.’ It was my father's old bedroom and I don't see how he ever managed to sleep there," Willims explained. "It was always about 15 degrees colder than any other room in the house. I had a hard time even staying in the room by myself.”
Barbara Tolstrup, a lifelong resident of Malden and active member of the city’s historical society, interviewed me for her monthly show Malden Square on MATV. Like most typical New Englanders, she was initially skeptipical when we talked about the paranormal. However, she sheepishly opened up when I asked her if she ever experienced a haunting in her home that has been passed down several generations.
“I myself have been known to be sitting in the den and then see something at the corner of my eye through the double doors in the livingroom,” Tolstrup recalled. “I look again and there’s nothing there. This happens frequently.” Tolstrup told me that guests in her family her historic home have had similar ghostly encounters. She suspects it’s her grandfather or great grandfather keeping an eye on the family’s decades-old home. “It probably is a family member because the house has been in our family for a hundred years.”
As a paranormal researcher, I generally stay away from residential hauntings. Why? Because the phenomenon hits a little too close to home for me. I had my own experience with a “bad room” and it was my bedroom and office in a creepy old Victorian home on Hall Avenue in the Boston area.
While writing my first book, Ghosts of Boston: Haunts of the Hub in 2012, my sensitivity to what could be the spirit realm kicked into high gear. In fact, my old home in Somerville’s Davis Square apparently had a playful older female poltergeist with an affinity for scissors. One night, I invited a friend over who claimed to have some sort of psychic ability. He said that she was a seamstress and mentioned, without hesitation, the various things she did in the house to make her presence known.
While writing the book, an unseen force opened doors that were firmly shut. Lights mysteriously turned on and off without provocation. According to my roommate, scissors have disappeared and then reappeared over the years in the three-floor Gothic-decorated home. One night while I was writing into the wee hours on the Boston Harbor Islands’ Lady in Black myth, I noticed a gray-haired female figure wearing an old-school white nightgown and donning fuzzy slippers dart across the first floor. I ran downstairs and noticed that the closet door had been mysteriously opened and the lights had been turned on while I was upstairs hacking away at my computer. My roommate was out of town. No one else was there.
The poltergeist activity on Hall Avenue turned inexplicably dark around Halloween of 2012.
While writing my second book, Ghosts of Cambridge, I fled my room with a “boo!” in Somerville’s Davis Square. It was May 2013. At this point, the ghostly incidents escalated after the initial encounter.
While I was preparing for the launch party for my first book at Boston’s Old South Meeting House, the scissors sitting on the front-room table mysteriously started to spin, and one night, during an interview with Paranormal State’s Ryan Buell’s Paranormal Insider Radio, I heard a loud knock on my bedroom door. I quickly opened it, but no one was there. Oddly, the phantom knocking continued throughout the phone interview. I wasn’t afraid.
Months after I submitted the manuscript for Ghosts of Boston, a construction crew was hired to paint the exterior of the house. Apparently, the spirit I called “Scissor Sister” didn’t like the ruckus outside. What was supposed to be a month-long project turned into more than a year. The first crew of painters claimed that paint brushes would disappear and ladders would fall. One guy, tormented by a series of inexplicable incidents, asked me if the place was haunted. I sheepishly nodded, and I never saw him again. After a series of freaked-out painters, scaffolding from the top floor fell on my roommate’s car.
The gig was up. I decided to move.
Master psychic Denise Fix picked up on the spirit of the seamstress during our second interview. “She’s not trying to scare you. She wants your attention,” Fix said, sitting at a table that, oddly, was a repurposed Singer sewing machine. “She sewed for many people and felt quite tortured a lot of the time. She was celebrated by you, and she thanks you for that. She was released from whatever bound her there,” Fix continued. “And it wasn’t a good thing to be bound there.”
Two weeks later, I moved out. My last night in the house was memorable. My roommate’s exotic parrot escaped from its cage and perched on the oven’s open flame. The bird was quickly engulfed in flames but didn’t catch fire. The bird was unharmed. While carrying boxes down the stairs, I slipped. I felt something hold me back as I watched the box fall down the stairs. Glass shattered. It could have been me. I fled the haunted house on Hall Avenue and haven’t looked back … until now.
Peter Muise, a friend and fellow History Press author, posted about a bizarre cryptid encounter from the 1980s on his blog New England Folklore here.
“A young woman named Karen bought a Victorian-era house outside of Somerville's Davis Square in 1983. She liked living there, but there were a few things that seemed a little odd. The basement often flooded, which was annoying, but Karen suspected that something else was going on,” Muise wrote.
“She often felt uncomfortable near the back wall of her house, particularly on the second and third floors. She kept her spare clothing up on the third floor but got such weird vibes that she did not go up there at night. She had tried sleeping in the back bedroom on the second floor, but did so only briefly because she felt uncomfortable there as well. She felt that there was something in the room with her at night,” he continued.
Karen was featured in The Ghostly Register by Arthur Myers."I had a feeling of a presence at night, of its being almost like an an animal, as though it had claws or wanted to bite me,” she recalled.
According to The Ghostly Register, Karen and her roommate reached out to a Cambridge psychic who said the poltergeist-like activity wasn’t a ghost … but a troll.
“The troll was apparently connected with an underground spring that ran under the house and that caused the basement flooding,” Muise explained. “When the house was built on top of the spring the troll became trapped and would send its energy up along the back wall of the house. Karen had always felt its presence in the house, but the troll increased its activity once the roommate moved in and started to sleep near that wall.”
The troll supposedly revealed himself during the ritual and begged Karen to let him stay. She asked the cryptid to leave and the troll haunting and basement flooding mysteriously stopped.
However, did the troll have any ties to my paranormal encounter in 2012? After reading Muise’s post, it turns out the troll incident was literally across the street from old home on Hall Avenue.
“I am so curious where in the Davis Square area this happened. I lived in a Victorian near Davis Square and had what we believed to be a poltergeist who had an affinity for scissors ... maybe she was a troll?” I joked online. However, Muise’s response made my jaw drop.
“According to Myers the troll house was 35 Hall Avenue. It’s weird there is so much strange phenomena on one street,” he responded. I gasped. My old home on Hall Avenue was a stone’s throw to the troll incident from the 1980s.
Muise suggested that maybe the troll just moved across the street. Or perhaps Karen was experiencing poltergeist activity and somehow mistook it as a mythical monster. For the record, there was a movie called Troll that came out around the time of this alleged cryptid encounter.
Did whatever Karen and her roommate experience in the 1980s somehow set up shop across the street? In hindsight, I believe it did.

About the Author:
Sam Baltrusis, author of Ghosts of Boston, Ghosts of Salem and 13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts, is the former editor-in-chief of several regional publications including Spare Change News, Scout Somerville and Scout Cambridge. He has been featured as Boston's paranormal expert on the Biography Channel's "Haunted Encounters," and he is also a sought-after lecturer who speaks at dozens of paranormal-related events throughout New England.
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Welcome to the Hot Pink Zombie Apocalypse

EAT, SLAY, LUZTBook OneJillian Stone
Genre:  Zombie Adventure Thriller 
Publisher: Jillian Stone
Date of Publication:  October 28, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-9963459-0-3
Number of pages:  259Word Count:  60,000
Cover Artist: G. J. Stone
Book Description:
Survival tip #1: When you’re caught in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, get a badass partner.
The zombie apocalypse is on, and Lizzy Davis is determined to survive any way she can. As a surgeon, she’s used to saving lives; not cutting into the basal ganglia to make sure the patient stays dead. When the refugee camp is overrun by zombie hordes, Lizzy manages to escape only to run into Black Hawk pilot Chris Oakley in the middle of the Syrian Desert.
Lizzy and Chris fight off zombie attacks as they make their way toward a joint military air base northeast of Kirkuk. Just one problem, they’ll have to pass through the drone-patrolled DMZ— Dead Meat Zone. To get there, they form uneasy alliances with French-Arab commandos and a black ops interrogator who’s slowly rotting before their eyes.
Along the way, Lizzy and Chris manage to find time for each other—the sizzling red-hot lovemaking kind of time. And who knows? They might have a chance at love if they live long enough.
Warning: Features red hot to erotic love scenes
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Syrian Desert, Jordan190 kilometers SE of Zaatari Refugee Camp
He rested the gun on his knee and pulled the bandana off his face. Jeezus, of course, he'd be dusty, grimy and great looking. “Water?” he croaked.  Z growls gurgled up from the rotten pool of stench surrounding us. Incapacitated biters crawled at the rate of about one meter per hour. But at this exact moment, the newly arrived armed stranger concerned me more than the undead.  I studied the man hunkered down in the sand. A male survivor in good health could be worse than a horde of zombies. Men raped women like me—more than once––then they ate all your food. Worst of all, they wouldn’t hesitate to pimp you out for a meal, ammo, or gasoline. Like I said, worse than a shitload of zombies. I scanned the raised bank that bordered the road. The silhouette of something lean, mean, and fast rested on a kickstand. The zombie slayer’s dust cloud-maker. And my ticket out of here. I unsnapped the plastic travel bottle from my utility belt and handed over the water. He didn’t drink. He guzzled.  “Hey, leave some for me.” He released the water bottle with a gasp. “Got more?” I narrowed my gaze. “Got food?” He hesitated long enough to be manufacturing a lie. “In the saddle bag on my bike.”“There’s a couple of gallons in the truck.” I nodded toward the transport vehicle behind me. “I’ll trade you a share of my water for a share of your food.”The ends of his mouth curled upward, and he ogled my thighs as high as the boy shorts allowed. Pretty sure he was thinking about a different kind of trade. I met his gaze and held it. “Deal?”His attention shifted to my truck. He could grab both gallons and make a run for it. I squinted. “Don’t even try it.” His cute lip curl turned cynical. “Awww. She doesn’t trust me.” He rose and took long strides toward the transport. Midway, he stopped to shoot a crawler in the back of the neck. One of the most annoying things about killing zombies is the having to kill them over and over. Cursing under my breath, I raced ahead and beat him to the truck. I guarded the door and watched his simple, unhurried style. One by one he made sure the crawlers were dead. He removed his helmet and scratched his head. He was tall, a bit over six feet with nice hair––short and scruffy. Hard to tell exactly what shade of brown in the moonlight. He slung the M4 under his shoulder and approached the truck slowly. That gaze of his caused tingles in places I didn’t want to think about right now.I did a quick evaluation of my situation. Out of gas in the middle of the Syrian desert––bad luck. Woke up to a pod of biters surrounding the truck––welcome to my bad town. Running into this zombie slayer? For now, it was safe to assume that every badass inch of his badass dick was trouble.
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Multi-published, national award-winning author, Jillian Stone is on a three year quest to write all the books (in different genres) she’s always wanted to write before she gets forever labeled as a historical romance writer. Jillian lives in Highland, California and is currently writing a shapeshifter tale WOLF, INTERRUPTED, which recently won the FFandP On The Far Side award in the paranormal category.
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Halloween with Melvin Rivers

Halloween begins on October 31 of every year. It’s the day kids get dressed in costumes and go door to door saying “trick or treat” with the hope of receiving some goodies. 
As for myself, Halloween begins on the first day of October.  I enjoy celebrating this holiday all month long. I head to the market and buy pumpkins, curve scary faces into them and sat them in my yard. From there I go to dollar stores and even bigger retail stores and purchase things such as plastic skeletons, coffins, and other props such as witches and vampires. I put these items in my yard next to the jack o lanterns. Once my displays are finished, I sat on my porch and watch the neighbors marveling at the sight. Also the Halloween season, is the time when leaves change colors from green to orange and the weather get a tad cooler. This is the perfect setting to read my favorite horror novels by my favorite authors. There’s nothing like sitting on the porch on a cool brisk day eating a bowl of popcorn reading a scary book in front of the Halloween display while orange leaves fall off the trees onto the ground.
Although the Christmas season has classic movies such as “It's a Wonderful Life,” Miracle on 34th Street,” and Christmas in Connecticut,” movies shown during the Halloween season aren’t too shady either. Every night during the Halloween season, I stay glued to my TV enjoying movies such as “Dracula,” “The Wolfman,” and of course John Carpenter’s classic “Halloween.”

The season is a great time to visit haunted things. All season long haunted attractions such as houses, museums, and cemeteries are at their peak. There is always a supposedly haunted place (or perhaps a real haunted place) to visit during this time of the year.

Finally, during the last day of the Halloween season on October 31, I passed out candy to the little witches, vampires, and angels that come knocking on my door saying “Trick or Treat.”


When do you begin celebrating Halloween? And what do you do to celebrate it?

Haven of EvilMelvin Rivers
Genre: Horror
Re-release date 10/01/16
ISBN: 978-1494317461ASIN: B01384ES70
Number of pages: 265Word Count: 41,200 words
Cover Artist: Artrocity
Book Description:
Haven of Evil, a book of supernatural terror, contains bone-chilling terror that is unleashed on an unsuspecting couple who moves into their new home after a flood had destroyed the old one.
When Kevin and Sandra Wilson’s home and personal possessions were destroyed by flood waters, the couple relocated to a town called Havenville. Things started out rough when they avoided hitting a mysterious woman on the road. Later Kevin was attacked by hawks in a cemetery where a stranger rescued him. Kevin and the stranger become fast friends, but later the stranger wasn't who he had appeared to be.
After some tragic and terrifying events Sandra goes into a murderous rage not long after Kevin finds out about an evil that dwelled inside their house--an evil that will change their lives forever.
In this tale of horror, some will live and others will not.
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Melvin Rivers was inspired to write horror by imitating the writers of his favorite horror comics many years ago. As he grew older the works of Bram Stoker, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, and of course Stephen King grabbed his attention.
Melvin Rivers was born in the town of Luxora, Arkansas, and grew up in Memphis, Tennessee. He received a degree in Journalism from the University of Iowa. He lives in Cedar Rapids Iowa with his wife, dog and two cats. When he is not writing or surfing the web, he enjoys having a hot bowl of popcorn while watching his favorite horror flick on TV.
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Release Day Blitz Hold Me Still

Billionaire Ella Parker has always been strong, focused, and independent. As the founder and CEO of Parker Enterprises and one of the world’s youngest billionaires, she doesn’t have time for love or the drama that comes with being New Orleans’ most eligible bachelorette. When mysterious threats surface, Ella is forced to take on additional security and hire a full-time protection detail. When former Navy SEAL and security expert Elliott Quinn enters her life, she finds that her priorities are shifting, and just maybe she can take a chance on love.

After leaving the Navy, Elliott turned his expertise into a lucrative business, taking on Ella’s job due to his connections with her past. He has always been married to his work, but despite their best efforts, he soon finds Ella breaking down the walls he worked so hard to build around himself. An intense attraction draws them together, but Elliott knows that breaking the rules and falling for those he is charged with protecting can be a matter of life or death.

Clinging to her faith, Ella knows that she has to trust that everything is a part of a greater plan. Elliott isn’t sure what he believes in anymore. Both have endured loss and are longing to fill a need within. As the threats against Ella mount, will Elliott be able to protect the woman he has fallen in love with, and will Ella escape with both her life and her heart?

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Hold Me Stillby Britaini Armitage

Seriesn/a; standalone

GenreAdultContemporary Romance

PublisherIndependent

Publication DateOctober 29, 2016
 JUST #99CENTS ON KINDLE!About Britaini ArmitageBritaini Armitage is an author, novelist, and blogger. She has a Bachelor's degree in English and a Master's degree in Creative Writing. Darkest Light is her first published book, and she is working on book two of The Light of the Magi series titled, Lustrous Shadows. When she isn’t writing she is spending time with her three boys Hayden, Wyatt, and Connor, and her husband Cory. She currently resides in Louisiana with her family.





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Love Me Broken by Angelique Voisen Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Love Me Broken Angelique Voisen
Release Date: October 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-52-1
Categories: Gay, Werewolves, Paranormal
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Price: $2.99
Book Description:
Can a wolf earn back his mate’s trust after throwing it away?
The last time werewolf Franco Antico saw his Omega, Jaime was eighteen—gorgeous, sweet and innocent. When dark forces threatened their pack, he made the choice to protect Jaime the only way he could, by fleeing and taking the fight elsewhere.
Five years later, Franco returns to discover nothing of his childhood friend and mate remains. Jaime’s bitter, broken, and carrying the pup of an abusive alpha.
Trust needs to be earned. Franco gave his away. Can he mend Jaime’s heart and soul, and reclaim his lost Omega?


Hello!
Thank you for having me on your blog today!
As some of my readers know, I’m a borderline diabetic.
Living a sugar-free life, especially on Halloween isn’t easy. 
Sugar-free milk chocolate Hershey bars and mint patties are all good. But sometimes, we all need something else to hit the spot.
Pumpkin waffles are one of my favorite and easy desserts to make for my family during halloween.


Pumpkin Waffles Credit:https://www.splenda.com/recipes/pumpkin-waffles-recipe
Ingredients:
1 cup all-purpose flour1 teaspoon baking powder1/2 teaspoon baking soda1/4 teaspoon salt3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon1/2 teaspoon ground ginger1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg2 teaspoons canola oil1 teaspoon molasses1/4 cup canned pumpkin1 cup buttermilk1 large egg2 tablespoons of sugar-free sweetener 1 1/2 cups sugar-free maple syrup
Directions:
1. Preheat waffle iron according to manufacturer's directions; spray lightly with vegetable cooking spray.
2. Combine flour, baking powder, soda, salt, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg in a large bowl. Set aside.
3. Combine oil, molasses, pumpkin and buttermilk in a small bowl; set aside.
3. Whisk together egg and sweetener until blended. Add buttermilk mixture, whisking until blended. Add to dry ingredients, stirring just until moistened.
4. Pour batter into a hot waffle iron and bake approximately 5 minutes. Serve with maple syrup.
Enjoy!

About the Author:
Angelique Voisen is a bisexual, twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and ménage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rated action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their cake.
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