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Dark SubmissionsLaurel Cremant
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Dark Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Winged Moon Publishing
Date of Publication: October 31st 2015
ISBN: 0991635728
Number of pages: 110Word Count: 25,000
Cover Artist: Taria Reed Digital Artist
Book Description:
Love doesn't exist only in the light. Travel to the Underworld and get lost in the dark with three erotic tales of sensuality, lust, and the quest to find love...
Death’s Hope
The dating scene in Hell is rough for a woman who embodies the essence of pure hope, but Dora is trusting that death demon, Alphonse, won’t mind introducing her to a little sin. Her plan to convince Alphonse she’s no innocent demon-in-training, takes a wicked turn, when Alphonse decides to show her exactly how decadent his needs are.
Guilt’s Pleasure
Vengeance demon, Morgan, is looking for a little relief from a guilty conscious, and fire demon, Dax, has just the remedy for her within the walls of his dungeon. A simple bargain for relief turns sensual, when Dax realizes Morgan needs more from him than a steady hand and a long whip.
War’s Peace
Being a war demon isn’t all fun and chaos. The existing peace demon has decided to retire and Hell’s rules dictate that there can be no war without peace. Not willing to give up any of her war games, wrath demon Alyssa is determined to make recently slain warrior, Elrich, her new partner in crime by any means necessary.

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About the Author:
Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.
Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"
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Halloween: Henry, Saddara and the Neighborhood by Juli Draney

Halloween: Henry, Saddara and the NeighborhoodJuli Draney
Genre: Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Halloween
Date of Publication: October 2012Word Count: 9,868
Cover Artist: Mark Garcia
Book Description:
Looking for another fun Halloween story to add to your repertoire? "Halloween: Henry, Saddara and the Neighborhood" is a fictional chapter book for children of all ages! The story depicts the colorful scenes of a legendary Halloween night through the eyes of Henry, a rugged, but sophisticated black cat. The story takes the reader to the quaint town of Greenwood. Henry enjoys his human family and the sights in the town on Halloween, but ventures out into the foothills to his favorite place, the haunted Hostetler mansion.
Henry experiences many supernatural events on his adventure to the old mansion near the woods, including interactions with and sightings of witches, werewolves, musical vampires, ghosts, goblins, and zombies. Henry has a dear friend who inhabits the Hostetler mansion, the ghost of a little girl named Saddara. Saddara's touching story is told in this tale and receives a powerful resolution. Henry somehow escapes this incredible adventure with his life, a scarred ear and wise lessons to impart.
“Halloween: Henry, Saddara and the Neighborhood” is Halloween fun with beauty and wisdom brewed in!
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This book is also a Rock Opera Dance Musical!



Excerpt from “Meet Henry”
“Do you take one lump of sugar or two? Or seven?” asked little Saddara.  Then she erupted into a high pitched giggle.“I’ll take seven sugars and I would like a mouse on the side,” I answered as we both laughed and sighed.  Our pretend tea parties in the rose garden of the old mansion were delightful!“Well, I guess it’s time for me to go now,” said Saddara. “I don’t know when mother and father and the boys will be here, but I will wait. I am sure they are coming!” With a pet on my head, she would fade away back into her bedroom.  I would then make my way home through the lovely, wooded foothills.  Those were fun times I had with Saddara.  I’ll tell you all about her later on.I’m Henry, the beloved cat of the Rodriguez-Haskell family.  I’m a black cat and a Tom.  That and my scruffy, torn ear add to my irresistible charm.  I live in the quaint town of Greenwood, named for its beautiful, green foothills.  I’m a mix of ruffian and spoiled house cat (though I hate to admit the latter).  I’ve garnered quite a bit of street smarts from my nightly cat adventures.  I know every back alley and criminal joint in Greenwood, as well as the swanky, uptown parts.  My family allows me to roam at night wherever I please, thanks to the cat door they installed.  It’s nice to have my true nature recognized.  We cats are complex characters, just like humans.  I can enjoy a Shakespearean sonnet as well as dumpster diving for a delicious, discarded meal.  By the way, you humans should try scavenging more.  You’re missing out on all the fun! I certainly didn’t receive my scruffy, torn ear from a human.  I got it from a zombie in an epic battle on a legendary Halloween night.  Halloween is my very favorite night of the year as it’s a night when my irresistible charms seem to frighten people out of their mind.  If you have more time, I’ll share with you the story of one of the most incredible nights of my life - a night when my fierce scrappiness and sharp intellect were fully used.  I must say, I’ve had many such nights.  After all, I’m a cat.
Excerpt from “Vampires”
I saw something black lift up from the ground in the cemetery, like a hinged door.  Then another one just like it opened a small distance away, still in the cemetery, then several more.  They all seemed to open and close in unison.  Open-slam-open-slam-open-slam-open-slam!  They looked like coffins!  I saw a cloaked, human-looking figure emerge from one, then another.  These figures all seemed to be men in black cloaks, rising and moving rather calmly and gracefully in the moonlit fog of the night.  Vampires.The total count was eight.  They were quietly walking and walking, slowly, without expression around the beautiful garden veranda near the cemetery and the front lawn of the mansion.  They had shiny, groomed black hair that glistened in the moonlight, and a pale hue to their skin in cool tones.  Some had white streaks blazing through their black hair.  Their garments were impeccably beautiful.  They wore woolen, pin-striped suits, with the finest tailoring I had ever seen.  Long black capes draped from their necks around suit vests and slacks.  They wore red roses on their lapels.  Their shoes shone in the night like their hair. After a bit of their calm pacing, I saw one go back to his coffin and produce a chair, then of all things, a beautiful cello and bow. 
Excerpt from “The Return”
Exhausted, I walked over right in front of the guitar god zombie, still playing his guitar ferociously.  I could still hear the howls of the werewolves and the cackle of the witches in the forest.  Catrina and the vampires had fused their music with the zombies forming a type of Halloween heavy metal, funk tango dirge which was truly exhilarating.  This was musical fusion as I had never heard before!  It was like a rock concert in heaven and hell at the same time.  The haunting yet extremely alive music, the cackling, the howling…it all climaxed into a great musical sound that seemed to summon the very sky and enter beyond time.  It was totally overwhelming and reached an almost unbearable level of exhilaration.  Then, suddenly it all stopped - dead silent.  The vampires ceased their playing and dancing.  Catrina and her partner stopped mid-turn.  About the Author:
Juli is a freelance musician, piano teacher and author living in Boise, Idaho. She has accompanied professional dance for many years. She was inspired to write her book in order to compose a Halloween ballet, which turned into a “Rock Opera Dance Musical”. She enjoys teaching, performing, writing, composing, and hanging with her daughter and two dachshunds.
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Lavender Fields by Raegyn Perry

Hello there! I’m Raegyn Perry, and I’m the author of Lavender Fields. While Lavender Fields is a paranormal romance that deals with reincarnation and a second chance at the love of all time, I wanted to share with you a little taste of the next book in the Eternal Journey Series. It’s a romance still, but considerably darker with way more at stake for the lovers, as well as the town itself. The paranormal aspect goes in a completely different direction, and I thought since it’s Halloween, it’d be the perfect time to share!


CYPRESS GROVESBook 2 of the Eternal Journey SeriesBy Raegyn Perry(Work in Progress)

The rich metallic smell of fresh blood permeated the air. It stood over its kill and inhaled, letting the gored tissue drip from its muzzle. Embracing the full power of it predatory nature, it licked it lips, savoring the salty taste that lingered on its tongue.Sharp, yellow eyes scanned the forest, taking in the quiet stillness amongst the trees, shrubs, and leaves of the dense forest floor.
It had gone first for the neck, piercing through the carotid artery. It took its time as crushing bone gave way to the meatiness of the marrow. Sinewy muscle, skin and fat were ripped away in a warm deluge of blood.
The features of the face were now missing, as the jawbone was severely snapped from the skull. A left arm and right foot were strewn about like a discarded toy, as the open body cavity was easily eviscerated. The body was left then to the animals of the forest to consume what was left.
Knowing the woods would not be clear for long, it let power come. Its breath fogged the air as it snorted out, and with a final hard shake, the transformation took over. The pain of the change was a welcome privilege for being the superior creature it was.

This kill was not instinct. It was not for survival or territory. It was simply a calling card. This was a promise of not only death, but complete and total carnage. The beast then headed toward town on two human feet.
Lavender Fields
Eternal Journey SeriesBook OneRaegyn Perry
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Solstice Publishing/Summer Solstice
Date of Publication: September 20, 2015
ASIN: B015NC4D8E
Number of pages: 239
Cover Artist: Michelle Crocker
Book Description:
Torrential rain spikes. A scream pierces the dark night.
Greye Fields has immersed herself in her literary work. She has a life she’s happy with. She won’t allow herself the time or the desire to pursue love.
Until she meets him.
Connor Donovan is perfectly content with his bachelor status. Life is good, teaching middle school English, and being the favorite uncle. He wants for nothing.
Until he meets her.
Shattered glass. A wash of blood.
Is it a nightmare or a memory?
Can Connor and Greye overcome the obstacles to the love of all time, or is tragedy doomed to be repeated?
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Excerpt: The Dream
Screams of outrage and pain crashed against the howling wind. Breaking glass followed while a crimson ooze covered the wet ground. A lingering scent carried on the breeze was swallowed by the night. The orange glow on the horizon turned an ominous dark and the sky rumbled with agitation. Each time the dream came to her, it was as vivid and profound as before. Through the fog of this dream appeared a hazy universal image. The small, obscure wooden marker at the top of the hill marked a long-forgotten resting place.
Greye had dozed off on the park bench and the haunting dream had come upon her again, as it had so many times in years past. She was never able to understand the nightmare, and it unsettled her still, as an adult. Set in a faraway place and time, there was always something more just beneath the surface… hinting at an unknown that should somehow be familiar. Greye couldn’t have known the role this recurring dream would play in her future.  ***
Greye looked down to begin writing again when a searing pain shot straight up her leg. She froze in shocked confusion. She grabbed her knee as her eyes blurred with tears. Then she noticed the bright green Frisbee that had smashed into her right kneecap. The kids were now otherwise occupied, their voices softer and further in the distance. The man was approaching with the Lab in stride. Greye could sense he had stopped in front of her. She heard an anxious and strong, deep voice. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. Are you OK? I’m so sorry.” Clutching her throbbing knee with one hand, and wiping her eyes with the other, Greye looked up into his cobalt blues, which were still cringed looking at where his errant disk had landed. Managing to conceal an unexpected sigh, she replied, “I’m fine, I think. Just wasn’t expecting it.”
She watched as he drew a hand through his dark, short hair. It was a nervous habit she figured. She also noticed the tousled, shiny waves that threatened to end in curls if his hair got much longer. ***Connor caught an intriguing scent on the wind he thought he remembered, but couldn’t quite place. “My apologies really. I didn’t expect it to catch that much air.” As if feeling guilty by association, the golden Lab came and rested its big head on her uninjured leg. When Connor saw the smile she gave his best friend, a warm feeling began to blossom in his chest.
Scratching the dog’s ears, she offered, “It’s OK, I’ll live. May never walk right, but I’ll live.” The casual smirk she quickly added had Connor feeling the stricken pallor of his face blush with heat.
“Well, it has to be said, there has been considerable advancement in knee replacement these days. Though I do hope it doesn’t come to that.” Greye let a soft laugh escape and she countered with, “I don’t think it will. I’m tough. I’ll forego the surgery, and wear this limp with pride.” She gently massaged her red and puffy knee.
This time Connor had to laugh. He really liked this pretty woman with the quick and easy comebacks. She appeared to be of mixed race, most likely black and white, with her flawless honey colored complexion. It was those expressive green eyes he found he could get easily lost in. He strongly resisted the urge to touch her soft chin length brown hair, which he noticed, was lit with auburn highlights as it fell in loose waves around a diamond shaped face. He noticed a scar than ran just under her jaw line. Her slender body looked to be in pretty good shape as well.
With a cocky grin, and a small bow he said, “A battle wound then I most humbly take credit for. Then he added, “I couldn’t help but notice your perfume. It’s really … nice.” “Thank you. It’s just hand lotion; honey and—” “Lavender,” he finished. That’s her scent.
She replied, “It’s honey and lavender, yes.”
About the Author:
Raegyn (pronounced Reagan) Perry is thrilled to share her debut novel, Lavender Fields, with readers. This is the first book in the Eternal Journey Series. It asks the question, ‘What if love found the right people, at the wrong time?’
With the inspiration coming from a true family story, and having found the uninhibited time to write, a story of unequaled love and desperate circumstances was born.
When not writing, Raegyn is perfectly content curled up with a good book, TV binge watching, or on a fun travel adventure. Also, anyone who knows her knows she loves to dance (a lot!) wherever and whenever possible!
How would she describe Lavender Fields?
It’s a paranormal romance that centers around reincarnation; so it’s basically two romances! The story is funny, sexy, dark, and raw while being twisted, mysterious, and still somehow romantic.
Raegyn believes readers can connect with her lovers, Connor and Greye, on a few levels. It has the elements of the classic love story: boy meets and gets girl, but it also tackles some real and uncomfortable issues, while introducing characters that anyone can relate to, root for, or despise altogether! Then, throw some odd clues with a helping of paranormal in, and you have a unique take on a timeless aspect of romance. The author hopes so anyway!
For a love even time can’t deny.
After Raegyn completes the Eternal Journey Series, she hopes to begin work on another series, which readers can actually catch a glimpse of first within the pages of Lavender Fields.
The beautiful Pacific Northwest state of Washington has been home since 2001. She has one grown son whom she adores. Raegyn is currently working on the second book in the series, Cypress Groves, and as a playwright, she will be investigating options to get her full length stage play produced in the area.
www.raegynperry.com
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Witches, the Craft, and Things that Go Bump in the Night- Guest Blog by Rayna Noire

As a reader, I’ve read several books, which allows me to see various trends. Currently trending is the female Grim Ripper, who is more hip than solemn. So why did I decide to go with a Wiccan family that includes a ceremonial magician, a time traveling gypsy with the sight, a sassy Tarot reader, and even a demi-goddess? First, I knew I wasn’t fast enough to follow trends. I had already missed zombies, shifters, and now, reapers.  Unbelievably, I chose to base my stories on actual people as opposed to Hollywood version of what witches are. This means they can’t blink themselves to various places, although there are portals. I’ll come back to that later.

In the latest UK Census, Pagans (who classify themselves as Wiccans, Druids, Pantheists, Heathen, Shamans, and other Earth-based faiths) had no box to check as far as religion. Thousands wrote in their faith making Paganism the fifth most popular religion in the United Kingdom. Actual numbers are around 54,000 from those who chose to identify. There could be many more. It seemed suitable that this segment of the population should have books pertinent to them. It would enlighten those unfamiliar with Earth-based faiths in a factual and entertaining manner. People fear what they don’t know.

In the series, I chose to use Dianic Wiccan where the characters worship the Goddess as opposed to any male oriented deities. This is rather like trying to explain the difference between being Catholic and Baptist. It’s similar, but not the same. All Wiccans respect the planet and her elements. Dianic Wiccans recognize the Divine Feminine and the miracle of creation. The entire female offshoot came about in the 70’s due to Z Budapest. Even though raised in a family that honored the old ways, she was tired of the male deities hogging all the glory and shaped the Dianic version named after the Roman Goddess Diana. 

Not all Wiccans are witches and all witches are not necessarily Wiccans.  It would be like saying all Republicans are Christians. Movies make this toe stub blending Wiccans and witches. Ironically, the television version of witches melting when wet and casting evil spells is the one that dominates. Wiccans are loving individuals who prefer peace over conflict. They also have the rule of three, which specifies whatever you do will return to you threefold. This doesn’t prevent bad things from happening to them. All the characters in Pagan Eyes have the same issues as any other young adults including self-identity, bullying, sexual assault, even suicide.  

Now, about those portals I mentioned. Einstein espoused that time wasn’t linear, but folded upon itself as if a long ribbon. This results in people often glimpsing other times, videos, or photographs of time travelers, possibly even Deja Vu.  The prevailing theory is that portals exist along magnetic grids. Often the sites gain significance such as Stonehenge.  Sometimes people can pass through the portals at particular times. It isn’t a revolving door, but rather a brief blink in time. Writers took this possibility and ran with it. Perhaps you’ve experienced an unexplainable moment or possibly met a time traveler.


AffirmationPagan EyesBook FourRayna Noire
Genre: YA Paranormal/Wiccan
Publisher: Sleeping Dragon Press
Date of Publication: September 28th
ISBN: 978-0-9966411-2-8ASIN:
Number of pages: 270Word Count: 65,015
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
Book Description:
Stella’s college life transforms from sweet to rancid when her boyfriend asks her to do the unthinkable. How did she end up holding her best friend’s future in her hands? Anything she does will trigger the disastrous conclusion. If that isn’t bad enough.
Add in a lunatic minister, a demi-goddess, and a walk through another dimension full of vindictive shrubbery and wildlife. It’s far from the typical freshman year.

Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/4AfW7s42QuY
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About the Author:
Rayna Noire is an author and a historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original fear of witches led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in magick in some form up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible could happen and often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire taps into this dimension, shapes it into stories about Pagan families who really aren’t that different from most people. They do go on the occasional time travel adventures and magick happens.
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Cast in Fire by Jaime Johnesee, Lisa Lane, Christine Sutton

A Gift From Hell

Lenny stood in the middle of her room and stared at the blank wall over her bed. Lucy had asked her when she moved into her new apartment what art she wanted in her room. Her exact words were, “Whatever piece you want, outside of the big ones, of course. I can’t get you The Mona Lisa without ruffling some feathers. Pick something that reflects you, something that evokes a feeling you don’t mind having every day when you wake up.”

The problem was, Lenny had no reflection. She had a reflection, of course. She wasn’t a vampire or anything. But, there was nothing that really reflected her inner self. None of the paintings she had viewed online had given her any kind of feelings at all. She had stared at the screen of her laptop for hours, searching through impressionist scenes, renaissance tableaus and rolling landscapes. Nothing. 

She sat down on the end of the bed and buried her face in her hands. She thought about what was really inside of her, at her core. All she saw behind her closed eyelids was emptiness. Her heart ached as she felt the familiar emotions of her past bubbling up to the surface. 

Loneliness. Heartache. Fear. 

On top of the old feelings, she now had to deal with the dirty sensation of djinn blood running through her veins. How in the hell could she find a piece of art to reflect all that?

The ring of her cell phone jarred her from her pity party, causing her to jump and fumble for the device.

“Hello?” She spoke through the lump in her throat. 

“You okay, shifter?” Polly’s familiar voice filled her ear. 
“Yeah, I’m good,” she lied. “Why?”


“Well, In about thirty seconds, you’re going to have a visitor with a package for you. Special delivery from Lucy.”

“Um, okie dokie. What is it?”

“I have no idea, but orders from the boss were to make sure you accepted the package yourself, and that I deliver a message to go with it.”

Before Lenny could answer, the ding of the doorbell sounded. She jumped again, almost chuckling at her skittishness. She held the phone to her ear and walked down the hall to the front door. When she opened it, a stocky woman stood in the hall, holding a large, square package. 

“You, Lenny?”


“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Sign here,” the woman said in a gruff, no nonsense voice as she held out an electronic tablet.

Lenny took the tablet. She scrawled her signature with the stylus and waited as the delivery woman pushed a few buttons. She handed the package to Lenny and stood staring at her blankly. 

It didn’t register at first, but then realization dawned on her. 

“Oh, uh, sorry. I don’t have any cash,” Lenny said, shrugging her shoulders and offering an apologetic smile.

“Uh huh, right,” the chubby woman said as she rolled her eyes and turned to go. 

Lenny shut the door as she shouted, “Gee, thanks. You have a good day, too.”
She took the package back to her room and laid it on her bed, ripping open the protective cardboard to reveal her gift from Lucy. 
From the phone still pressed to her ear, she heard Polly. 

“Lucy said to tell you she thought this was the best piece of art she could think of for you. She said it’s called, a work in progress.”

With that, the demon hung up. 

Lenny looked into the gold framed mirror that lay on her bed, surrounded by shredded cardboard, and smiled. 

“I Like it,” she whispered, as she went to find a nail to hang the gift from her new boss.


Cast in FireRevelations Series Book TwoJaime Johnesee, Lisa Lane, Christine Sutton
Genre: Paranormal horror
Publisher: Devil Dog Press
Date of Publication: November 1, 2015
ASIN: B013F9P0HK
Number of pages: 400Word Count: Around 75,000 words
Book Description:
Chaos has taken over, wreaking havoc not only across the globe but also throughout Heaven and Hell. The next apocalyptic seals have been breached, and the leaders of the ethereal realms are paying the price. With tensions high and defenses at an all-time low, Polly, Lenny, and Drew continue to hunt down the evil behind it all. Millennia-old secrets rise to the surface, testing friendships and pushing loyalties to their breaking points.
With the clock ticking and uncertainty in the air, will enough time remain to unravel a curse that the darkest of forces have Cast in Fire?
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Excerpt: Chapter One
Polly’s fist smacked into the demon’s nose with a loud crunch. “What did you do?”“Nothing, I swear! I had nothing to do with the angelite or the djinn escaping, honest, Apollyon.” Frank backed his large self up against the break room wall trying to escape the angry Knight.“I have a hard time believing that, since the hellhound who just tracked your ass confirms you as being in the room where someone killed my prisoner.”As if on cue, the massive beast growled at Frank from behind Polly, its huge face covered in thick tufts of oily, black fur. The dog’s eyes glowed a shade brighter in its anger and flames licked out of his orbital cavity. His giant, razor sharp teeth and thick, talon-like claws were sharp enough to rip into any type of prey. The hellhound’s skin was as hard as stone and its breath reeked of sulfur. Its growl was so loud it rattled Frank’s chest and his terror only served to feed the beast.“I swear I had nothing to do with that. I went looking for you and found your door open. The djinn was already dead, honest. When I saw he’d ingested angelite I got the hell up out of there and grabbed a cup of coffee.” Blood flowed in light rivulets down either side of the goat-like demon’s ruined nose.He looked wistfully at the pieces of his broken mug on the floor. The little orange kitten hanging from the tree was still visible though the rest of the mug was pretty smashed up. Its message, “Hang in there,” was lost forever in a mess of ceramic shards.“Tell me the truth, Frank, or I’ll let Shuck here eat you for lunch.” Polly growled and pointed at the hellhound, who gave a light roar.“Come on, Polly, I am telling you the truth.”“Did you see anyone enter or leave my office when you came?”“No…. Wait, yeah, actually, I did. Lucy was there.”“What?”“I saw Lucy leave your office before I got there. I called a hello but she just walked away.”“Dammit, Frank, that wasn’t Lucy. I saw her before I left my office to talk to Bis. She was heading for her own office.”“She could have doubled back.”“No, she was already in her office moments after I discovered the djinn dead. That’s good, though, it tells me whoever is smuggling the angelite in can shapeshift.”“So, you’re done beating me?”“Yes. For now.”“Aw, man, I was rather enjoying that.”Polly patted Frank’s arm. “I’ll buy you a new mug.”“Yeah, you will.”“Excuse me?”“I mean, uh, thanks, Polly.” The big demon grinned sheepishly and walked to the counter for paper towels. He grabbed a few and used them to clean up the blood from his mangled sniffer.“Don’t forget to clean up the mug when you’re done.”“No worries, I’ll clean it up.”Polly conjured up a full slab of ribs and presented it to the hellhound. “Here you go, Shuck. Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good ol’ big boy?”The giant black stump of a tail began wagging and the hound dug into the ribs with a lusty appetite. When it was finished the hellhound wiped its sauce covered muzzle on Polly’s leg and she laughed and scratched his ears.“Frank, I want you to look into the angelite.” When the demon started to speak Polly interrupted him, “I know you’ve got a few tortures on your plate today but I want you digging into this.”“Why me?” Frank gave a sigh as he dropped the remains of his second favorite mug in the trash. Polly felt bad for the poor fellow; that was the third mug of his that had been broken that month.“Because if you ask, they’ll wonder if you saw the true form of whomever it was that killed my prisoner.”“Oh, so I’m pretty much just bait here?”“If you need a fancy term for it.”“I hate being bait,” Frank whined.“Suck it up, buttercup.”“You owe me for this, Polly. Not just a new kitty mug, though you owe me that too, but I want a vacation after this. Three weeks, somewhere cold, maybe even frozen.”“You help me find my dirty double-crossing demons and you have a ticket to anywhere you want, Frankie.”“Don’t call me Frankie; my name is Frank.”“You need to loosen up.”“Apollyon, you assaulted me in the break room and broke my favorite mug. I am feeling a little violated by you right now. If I can be honest here….” At her shrug he continued, “You and your friends have been awful hard on me as of late and I really don’t feel comfortable with it.”“You mean the shifter and succubus you tried to torture?” Polly snorted incredulously.“I wasn’t trying to torture them. I was just trying to get to know the succubus a bit better and they attacked me, honest!”“Frank, did you put your hands on Drew without her permission?”“Yeah, but—”“No buts. You didn’t like that they fought back, am I right?”“Well, I expected them to fight back, but I didn’t expect them to gang up on me and beat me up. I felt so violated.”“Frank, when you attack a woman, you ought to expect they’ll fight back. Whining that they did, and that they kicked your demon ass, is not going to help your cause. You got what you deserved, buddy.” Polly conjured up a video monitor and showed him the whole attack.“Oh, I guess I probably seemed threatening to them. I promise I wasn’t really going to hurt them.”“Doesn’t matter, Frank. Your intentions, good or bad, no longer matter when you touch someone without their consent.”“I’ll try to do better.”“Please do. Hey, when you’re torturing a soul go nuts, do whatever you want, that’s why they’re here. Be safe in the knowledge that they deserve the torture. If you’re in the break room, those rules do not apply. Here, you use the same decorum you would show in Lucy’s presence.”“Lucifer is the Queen of Hell. Those were lowly half-breeds.”“Doesn’t matter. Guests of the realm are to be treated as royalty, capice?”“I understand.”“Good boy.” Polly conjured up a blue mug with a picture of a grumpy looking cat and text that read “Just say no…to Mondays.”“Aw, I love it! Thanks, Polly.” Frank hugged his new mug tightly.“I’ll see you later. Be sure to look into this, Frank.”“I will! I love my new mug.” When Polly looked up she saw he was already washing it in the sink and eyeing the coffee pot excitedly while softly humming “Let it Go … Let it Go….”She smiled and said, “Later, make sure you behave yourself.”Frank held up a sudsy hand and waved in response. Polly left the break room shaking her head. For being the best torture master Hell had, Frank sure was a softie about his kitten mugs.

About Jaime Johnesee
Jaime Johnesee lives in Michigan with her husband and two sons. She spent fourteen years as a zookeeper before shifting her focus to writing full time. Widely known for her bestselling horror comedy series, Bob the Zombie, she is currently coauthoring the paranormal horror series, Revelations, for Devil Dog Press as well as working on her Shifters series.
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About Lisa Lane
Lisa Lane has been writing dark speculative fiction for over twenty years. She has ten published novels and dozens of published short stories written under genre-specific pseudonyms. She is married to editor Thomas B. Lane, Jr. and currently resides in the outskirts of Sin City.
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About Christine Sutton
Christine Sutton is the author of more than fifteen short stories, novellas and novels. While she tends to cross genres within horror, she is always passionate about scaring the hell out of you.
Her passion would have to be serial killer fiction, but she also loves ghosts, ghouls, demons and monsters of all types. Christine's work ranges from modern day fairy tales to demonic soul eaters to ghostly children that just want to play. Her writing has been called passionate, realistic, gritty, fun, enthralling and tons of other cool adjectives.
You too can pick up some of Christine's work and come up with some cool adjectives of your own. It won't be hard. I promise.
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Dogwood Days by Poppy Dennison

Dogwood DaysHolly CreekBook OnePoppy Dennison
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Date of Publication:  October 21, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-63476-456-8ASIN:
Number of pages: 131Word Count: 40k
Cover Artist: Alexandria Corza
Book Description:
Small town heroes and big town hearts.
Jefferson Lee Davis is happy with his life in the city until his favorite uncle has a bad fall and he rushes to Holly Creek to make sure Uncle Sherman is okay. Jefferson Lee knows how to navigate small Southern town’s politics and the residents greet him with open arms. Everyone but the town’s sheriff, Zane Yarbrough, that is.
Dogwood Days, the town’s biggest festival is looming, so Jefferson has to step up and take over his uncle’s job as the town blogger, even if that puts him right in the sheriff’s path. Quirky neighbors, meddling family, and a sassy best friend all come together to make Jefferson Lee’s life in Holly Creek a full-time adventure. When he loses his job back in the city, Jefferson Lee has to start a new job search that will take him away from the town he’s learning to think of as home.
Will this big city boy find sweet romance in the arms of a small town sheriff or will the allure of the city call him back?

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About the Author:
Add two parts sass and one part sweet and you have Poppy Dennison to T—sweet tea that is. Raised by a gaggle of Southern women who love reading and have backbones of steel, Poppy was brought up to see the best in people but always speak her mind. Mix it all together, like Grandma’s famous cobbler, and you get a sassy, Southern lady with a quick wit and loads of charm, who will soften any blow with “Bless your heart.” Her books reflect her small town roots, are filled with all the comforts of home, and come with side dish of spicy, because that’s the way she likes it.
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Idol of Glass by Jane Kindred

Through the Looking Glass
Idol of Glass, the third book in my Looking Glass Godstrilogy, reveals the significance of the series title in a way that Idol of Bone and Idol of Blood only hinted at. If you’ve read the first two books in the story, you’ll know that mirrors are an important element in the magic of this world.
Fantasy and science fiction are full of stories about “mirror worlds” in which we all have doppelgangers who are our exact opposites. And usually, they’re evil opposites, as in the famous Star Trek episode, “Mirror, Mirror,” where we meet the evil Spock and Kirk. Perhaps the concept of the mirror world being intrinsically evil comes from the superstition that left-handedness is evil, and therefore reflections, which flip our perception of right and left, would be the ultimate evil. Or maybe it’s about the “evil” of vanity.
One of the earliest examples of a mirror being connected to evil in literature is the mirror in Snow White, in which the Evil Queen seeks to hear only the truth she wants to hear: that’s she’s the fairest in the land. The mirror in that story represents female vanity—as if vanity were the exclusive domain of women, and as if a woman who admired her own reflection were the epitome of evil. But it was also a sort of scrying tool that let the Evil Queen seek her nemesis.
Scrying, for those who aren’t familiar with the term, is an ancient method of divination in which the diviner stares into a reflective surface, such as a crystal ball, water, or a mirror. In modern witchcraft, it’s often done using the reflection of a dark mirror (a glass painted black on the back instead of silver). The idea is to look deep into the darkness of the reflection until you begin to see visions, whether of future events, or of other answers you’re seeking.
Anyone who’s ever attended a slumber party has probably engaged in scrying without even knowing it. Standing in front of a mirror in a candlelit bathroom chanting “Bloody Mary” is supposed to give you a glimpse the legendary apparition. Though exactly who she is and why you’d want to see her, I’ve never been sure. She seems fairly mean. A divination ritual that probably influenced the legend involved staring into a handheld mirror while holding a candle and walking backwards up a flight of stairs. This would allow a young woman to see the face of her future husband in the glass—or maybe the face of ghoul, which meant she would die young and unmarried. (Probably by tripping while walking backward up a flight of stairs holding a mirror and a candle.)

Despite its dubious uses for hapless young women, scrying has a long tradition in both magical practice and paranormal fantasy. It definitely plays a part in Looking Glass Gods, as does the possibility of seeing another world through the mirror’s glass and traveling through it to the other side—which may not be so nice.
Idol of GlassLooking Glass GodsBook 3Jane Kindred
Genre: Dark fantasy with eroticand romantic elements/LGBTQ
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: October 27, 2015
ISBN: 978-161922-373-8ASIN: B0118ZFO4W
Number of pages: 268Word Count: 91,000
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Book Description:
Madness didn't destroy her; atoning for it might.
Ra has ruined everything. Returning to life through “renaissance” was her first mistake. Magical excess was her second. Now she must face the consequences of her reckless conjuring. Her beloved Ahr is dead by her hand, and the comfort she’d found in gender-rebel Jak seems lost to her forever.
Ra takes solace in punishment—and in communion with her punisher, the mysterious and merciless MeerShiva. But Shiva has spun a skein of secrecy over centuries—secrets about Ra’s origins and the origins of the Meer themselves. And as the secrets begin to unravel, someone else’s magic is at work from the hidden realm. Someone with the ability to redraw the fabric of the world itself.
As the picture becomes clearer, Ra must face some harsh realities: not everything is about her, and punishment isn’t enough. She must stand before Jak and try to atone for what she’s done. But seeing Jak will reveal one more secret Ra never saw coming—and one that may mean her own undoing.
Product Warnings: Contains scenes of intense BDSM, non-binary genders, and a preponderance of kick-ass women.

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Excerpt:
Even spattered in dried blood and pieces of the dead man’s flesh, they cut a striking pair of figures on the dunes of the falend. Jet and dark poppy, their hair hung down their backs in the colors of atrocity. Light caressed them, knowing they were more than human, rippling iridescent over their tresses like quicksilver in the presence of the divine.
As in the youth of her former life, Ra was attired in the manner of a Meeric prince, the plain kaftan of black silk muting much of the violence that covered her.
MeerShiva was less subtle, the pearl-embroidered train of her sheer citrine gown, from the same ancient era, dragging behind her, caked in mud from the heath they’d left behind. They were two livid strokes of pigment on the canvas of sun-blanched sand.
Satisfied with the decimation of the remains they’d dumped in the marsh outside the small trading post beyond Mole Downs, they had simply walked away, and continued walking until they’d left the high country altogether. Coming down out of the mound-riddled moors and across the lowland heath, they followed the Filial River toward the east, past the falls that plunged beneath the bluff at the wasteland’s edge, and into the high desert north of the Anamnesis delta, until at last even Meeric sensibility demanded rest.
The palette of the sky behind the scattered stars held the deep lack of pigment that came with the hours after midnight, and they were in the center of nothing, a vast stretch of arid land that separated mound country from the Deltan lowlands. With a few murmured words, Shiva raised a single tower around them, round and made of stone, with windowless walls that stretched up over them into immeasurable heights. Meeric conjuring was often merely out of whim, influenced by the current state of mind and body. They lay on a floor of heather, an anomalous afterthought, with barely a pause between waking and sleep.
§
Jak lay at Geffn’s side, staring at the ceiling. They shared a bed for comfort, though nothing more. The question of their long estrangement had been settled once and for all in the formal dissolution of their bond after Ahr’s body had been consigned to the elements in the Bone Fire. During all that ceremony—the harvest rites marking the turn of the year, the final parting with Ahr, the unbinding rite in which Jak and Geffn had cut the red braided strings they’d worn around their wrists to symbolize their union and set each other free—Jak had been in a state of stasis. Unable to feel anything, unable to fully comprehend the loss of Ahr, despite the grand Deltan memorial.
In mound culture, funeral rites were less dramatic. Haethfalters didn’t believe in the necessity of the destruction of the body by fire to free the spirit for its next life. Hadn’t, at least, until Ra had come, having effected her own cremation from the grave in order to hasten her return, “renaissanced” as a fully formed adult in an instant on a cold winter night. But that was an exception to the rule. Ra’s renaissance was devilry and madness, and Jak should have recognized it from the start.
Haethfalters practiced a form of sky burial, building a platform for the deceased and laying the body out in the elements to be excarnated by carrion birds. Burying bodies below ground was impractical in a place where the ground was frozen half the year and where underground real estate was at a premium for their souterrain dwellings. When the bones were picked clean, they were taken and placed in the family’s burial cairn—a place that didn’t require such deep digging, and which they had to dig only once, during the warmer months.
They’d used the sky burial platform as Ahr’s crematory, and Jak had watched his elements spiral up into the warm autumn wind. Smoke and embers and ash. It hadn’t seemed real. It hadn’t seemed like Ahr’s body wrapped in fragrant oils and spices and covered in flower garlands. It hadn’t seemed like anyone’s body at all as the platform was consumed in bright flames against the dusk sky. It had all been too surreal.
But there’d been no denying the reality once the urn was placed in Jak’s hands. Within the unassuming clay vessel was all that was left of Jak’s dearest friend.
Jak had led that final ceremony, the procession to the family cairn, the slow march alone down the dank steps beneath the circle of stones, accompanied by Oldman Rem’s mournful highland fiddle from above, to place Ahr’s vessel in the narrow vault that normally held the bones of the dead. By custom, and not belief, Jak murmured prayers to the ancestors—Jak’s mother, Fyn, and Fyn’s parents, whom Jak had never known—and then tried to say good-bye to Ahr somehow. The finality made it impossible, and Jak dropped onto wobbly knees before the vault and wept.
Ahr was family to Jak, and no one had questioned his interment under the cairn. Family, after all, was a broad term in mound society, having little to do with blood. In the niche beside Ahr’s were the bones of Fyn, the last person Jak had said good-bye to here. And on Fyn’s other side lay the remains of Geffn’s brother, Pim, who’d died before Geffn was born. They were all connected to Jak in one way or another. But kneeling there among the sputter of tallow candles as the sobs receded into sighs, Jak had felt the wrongness of it. Ahr was a Deltan. His ashes didn’t belong below the highland moor.
Jak sighed, still staring up at the stone ceiling. There was still so much damage in Haethfalt from the rains. It was a terrible time to leave. But Jak couldn’t let this wait until spring.
“I have to take him home.” Jak spoke in the darkness beside Geffn. “I know I’m needed here to help rebuild, but Merit deserves to know. They were lovers. He should have the ashes.”
“You do what you need to.” Geffn squeezed Jak’s hand atop the blanket. “The moundhold will be here for you. Whatever you decide to do will be all right.”
But it wasn’t true. It would not be all right. Nothing could ever be all right with so much gone wrong.
About the Author:
Jane Kindred is the author of epic fantasy series The House of Arkhangel’sk, Demons of Elysium, and Looking Glass Gods. She spent her formative years ruining her eyes reading romance novels in the Tucson sun and watching Star Trek marathons in the dark. She now writes to the sound of San Francisco foghorns while two cats slowly but surely edge her off the side of the bed.
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Interview with the Tall Man-The Timeless Ones by Susan Catalano

Hello everyone! I’m Susan Catalano, and I write fantasy. My first book, The Timeless Ones is historical fantasy blending a cast of fictional characters and historical figures within 17th century and modern-day Salem. Today, I’d like to share an interview led by Alex Olivier, a TV reporter who will be joining the Timeless family in the upcoming sequel, A Necessary Darkness, as he talks to the legendary Tall Man.

Alex: Hello everyone, I’m here with the Tall Man. You may have heard him referenced in the Salem Witch Trials. Apparently, he’s quite the legend. (Grins and shakes head) Mr. Tall Man, thank you for joining me.
Tall Man: It’s just Tall Man
Alex: Excuse me?
Tall Man: There’s no Mr. in front of Tall Man. It’s singular, like Satan, Lucifer… although I do prefer “The” in front of Devil. Just sounds better.
Alex: (chuckles) You really are in character for Halloween. I can see why you’d be called the Tall Man, you certainly are tall, but how did you get you the name?
Tall Man: My mother, Tituba, of course. She announced me to the world before I’d even made my way above ground.
Alex:  Above ground? You mean when you were born? You’re birth certainly is fascinating. If I may read an excerpt from The Timeless Ones…
The night the Tall Man was born, the earth rumbled and groaned, and the ground heaved rock and soil into the air. Gravestones tumbled, foliage withered and browned, and trees wrenched their roots from the ground as though they meant to run away. A howling wind whipped the fountain of earth into a frenzy, and a shape took form.Like fast growing vines, muscles threaded their way around gleaming white bones. Organs developed and veins zigzagged into place. Blood coursed through each vessel, his newborn heart pulsing with crimson liquid. Pale skin knitted into place, stretching taut over muscle and bone. White hair sprung from his scalp like strands of silk. Long lashes curled out of his eyelids. A dark suit adorned his new form. He opened his eyes to his new surroundings, revealing fiery red irises.Birthed from the dirt and decay of the dead, born from the desperate imagination of the young and bored, the Tall Man rose.
Alex: That’s pretty amazing - to arise from the earth into a fully formed adult. Is this some sort of allegory?
Tall Man: My truths are often hard for humans to understand; yet they believe so easily. They’re beliefs feed my power.
Alex: Sure, I get that. We all feel more powerful when someone believes in us. (The Tall Man grins. His eyes flare an eerie red for a moment.) Are you warm? Is it warm in here?
Tall Man: Feels rather cool to me.

Alex: Um, yeah. Uh, I can’t seem to remember my next question. Does anyone in the audience have questions for our guest?
The Timeless OnesA Timeless StoryBook 1Susan Catalano
Genre: Historical Fantasy, Paranormal
Date of Publication: July 3, 2014
ISBN: 1499750579ASIN: B00LJDDGDKNumber of pages: 442Word Count: 125,000
Cover Artist: Christian Catalano
Book Description:
A legend awakened…
A race against history…
A bond that is timeless…
Merry Chalmers, accused witch, has a secret so hidden that she’s nearly forgotten what she really is. All she desires is for the witch-hunts to end and to marry her secret love, William Darling. But hysteria has taken hold in Salem Village, and the Tall Man, spawned by tales of his existence, is born to fulfill his dark purpose.
Soon Merry and William find their lives taking unthinkable paths. For when Merry leaps from the 17th century into modern-day Salem, she must accept that unlike others who were accused and hanged for being a witch, she truly is one.
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AccusedMerry stood in the tall Indian grass, just able to see over the feathery green heads. They tickled her cheek as a soft breeze stirred, and she smiled as she pushed them  away.Until the townspeople regained their collective sanity, she and William had to meet in secret. The same whispered accusations that  had put her life in peril had saved her from an ill-matched marriage. She’d been promised to another in childhood who no longer wished    to pursue the betrothal amidst all the scandal. To Merry’s mind, this  was just as well. She didn’t dislike Jonathan Parrish, but she loved William.From her vantage point at the top of the hill, she saw the grass separating below, indicating William’s arrival. He moved fast in her direction. She wondered at his urgency though she also felt it in her own heart. He waved, arms flailing as though he were drowning. She ran towards him, her eagerness replaced with alarm as she neared and saw his face, red and  frantic.He shouted her name, his voice hoarse and panicked.  “Run,  Merry! To the woods! Quickly!  Run!”Merry stopped and stared. Many men followed William into the meadow. Her heart raced at the realization that they were coming for her. She shook her head in denial, but when several men cried,  “Witch!” her denial turned to  fear.

Gathering her skirts, she hurried toward the woods. Those gentle feathered heads that had tickled her only a short time ago whipped mercilessly at her face as she sped by. William shouted for her to run; her pursuers shouts grew closer as well. She didn’t dare look back. A thick copse of trees lined the horizon ahead. If only she could make it  to their shelter, perhaps she’d have a chance of escape. She pushed onward, her breath harsh and fast. Her skirts tangled around her legs. She stumbled, shrieked, and ran  harder.At last, she came upon the wood at the edge of the field. The thickly threaded trees presented a challenging  route,  forcing  her  to leap over raised roots and dodge low branches. As she made her way deeper into the wood, silence prevailed. A lone yellow bird twittered from a low-hanging branch. She paused, her heart   racing.“There she is!”Merry’s face filled with heat as she recognized John Indian’s booming baritone. She ran blindly. Her lungs burned. Her legs tired.  She broke through the tree line into a small clearing,  the  ocean  beyond. Merry screamed and flailed  as  her  momentum  nearly  sent her over a cliff. She teetered on it’s edge for a moment before falling backwards to the ground, then scrambled to her feet and ran back towards thewoods.As she neared the trees, Jonathan Parrish burst into the clearing. Both halted, shocked at the sight of one another. Merry stared into Jonathan’s  widened  eyes.  Despite  the  fact  that  he’d  never  held her

heart,  she’d   never   treated   him   with   anything   but   respect   and kindness. Was it too much to hope for the same from him   now?Merry took a step backwards.  “Jonathan.”He shifted his eyes from her pleading gaze. Merry took another step back. Then, a hand that had once held hers with gentleness, clamped painfully around her shoulder. The barest hint of remorse flitted across Jonathan’s face before he shouted, “I’ve got   her!”His words were cut short as William hurtled into the clearing, crashing his shoulder into Jonathan’s chest and wrenching  his  grip from Merry’s shoulder. Both men went down with a loud thud. The sounds of men running through the woods grew   louder.Merry froze.William shouted for her to run. The woods were no longer an option. The cliff lay before her. She looked back. Jonathan sat up, holding his head. William rose from the ground and locked eyes with her for what seemed an eternity. She  ran.“Merry!   No!” William shouted as she raced toward the  cliff.Anger fueled her movement. She didn’t deserve this fate. None    of the accused did. Forced to decide between the noose or the ocean was no choice at all. But she was a good swimmer, and if she could    get enough speed to make it beyond the rocks, she might have  a chance.Tears blurred her vision, and she fought the urge to run back to William.  Then  just  beyond  the  cliff,  a  woman  in  robes  of     black

appeared, standing on nothing but air.   A bright light infused with   what appeared to be a swirling rainbow framed her against the blue   sky.Either she was losing her mind, or an angel had come for her. Rather than finding comfort at the thought, her head tingled with warning.  Merry slowed.“Don’t stop!  Hurry! Or all will be lost,” the angel   commanded.Merry glanced at the fierce bunch of men who were nearly upon her, then looked at William’s tormented face. She turned  to  the  woman again. She knew of no angel who wore  black,  but  the  colors…The angel smiled. “You will be  safe.”
Merry took one last look behind her, the imminence of capture forcing her to make the only  decision  she  could.  Then,  she  leapt over the edge into the spiraling mass of   colors.
About the Author:
Susan Catalano spent most of her youth in a one-traffic-light town in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York. Her first act of writing consisted of scrawling a murderous confession on a crumpled piece of paper. She then told her 3rd grade friends that she'd found it in the wall of the spookiest room on the scary, vacant floor of the Victorian Hotel her family owned. Eventually, Susan ended up in Massachusetts where Salem, known as Witch City, captured her heart and imagination and inspired her first novel, The Timeless Ones.
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Faith Savage Demon Huntress Series by K.A. M’Lady

Proverbs 2:18–19for her house sinks down to death, and her paths to the departed; none who go to her come back, nor do they regain the paths of life
In ancient Middle Eastern cultures, Lilith was the night demon's name.   In Islam the demon is called the qarinah or karina.  One of the Dead Sea Scrolls depicts a being called “the seductress” who has horns and wings and a multitude of sins in her wings.  She tempts men into sin and ultimately drags them into the Pit.  So, are Succubi real?  Certainly, a multitude of cultures can’t be wrong.  And what about the men? 
From the Latin incubo for "nightmare," an incubus is a male demon that would have sex with sleeping women in their dreams.  Some believe the phenomena no more than an archaic superstition used as a cover to hide nighttime rapes by friends, relatives or even the clergy.  More than likely, they were a natural occurrence like night terrors or nightmares, sexual fantasies or even some sort of unexplained sleep paralysis. 
All sins being equal the angels sinned as well; when the sons of God saw that the daughters of men were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. (Genesis 6)  Here, the Bible indicates how the Nephilim – half-angelic, half-human hybrid giants, were the product of illicit relations between evil fallen angels and human women in the time before the Flood and Noah’s Ark.
So, is it he who sins first is the last sinner to be tempted?  Or, is it, he who sinned first is the last to be condemned?

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Faith SavageDemon Huntress Series7 NovellasK.A. M’Lady
Series Description:
In the beginning God created the Heavens, the Earth…and Angels. No one is certain when the war started – when the Angels went astray. All that is clear is that war erupted in Heaven and the Angels fell from Grace. Today that war continues.
My name is Faith Savage, and I hunt demons. Some say that God has a master plan for all of us – from an Angel’s first breath to mankind’s final death. Somewhere in between lays the battle for salvation.


Faith Savage: Book 1Glow
Longer than time, eternal angelic wars have been fought throughout the Heavens -- God's mighty warriors vying for supremacy over Lucifer and his brethren's fall from grace.
Today that war continues, spreading among God's chosen.
My name is Faith Savage, I hunt Demons. I have been to the edge of reason. Spoken with evil and walked the corridors of Hell's dark paths.
To survive the darkness, I made a deal with an angel. But my decision may cost me the one thing most precious to me...
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Faith Savage: Book 2  Fear No Evil
In the beginning, peace reigned in the Heavens. But when God created man in his image, the love, once held in the hearts of His beautiful angels, changed. Some of God's chosen grew jealous of man and envious of each other. Treachery and villainy spread like a plague. War erupted in the Heavens. Blood was spilled in the House of the Lord.
When the fallen were cast from God's Glory, they vowed to spread the taint of their darkness throughout mankind--spreading their evil and debauchery amongst the innocent like the flood of corruption and sin that it has become today. They swore never to rest until all men rotted in the fires of Hell. Vowed that in the end, rivers would run red, animals would rot in blackened pastures and the earth would become the very essence of the Valley of Death.
My name is Faith Savage, I hunt Demons. I've been to the edge of death--looked in the eyes of darkness. Seen what's on the other side.
Though I may walk through the Valley of Death--I Shall Fear No Evil.

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Faith Savage Book 3Transgressions
For the humans, the veil between Heaven and Hell, Light and Darkness, grows thinner with each night's passing. On earth the fallen have spread their dark army far into the city of man. In the shadows, the weary tremble and the weak are overtaken.
For the few who walk the dark mile on the trail of suffering's madness, they alone know the strength of a whispered prayer. Because sometimes, even darkness' wrath and hatred can learn to bow before a spirit's faith.
My name is Faith Savage, I hunt Demons. I know that even the strong and righteous suffer the weight from a world filled with sin. For in the end, it is the true believers who know that a loving God forgives you your transgressions.
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Faith Savage Book 4:When Angels Fall
In the beginning peace reigned in the Heavens and a chorus of angels sang their praise to the Lord. But there was one who coveted God’s power, His beauty and His grace. With desire came rebellion. Violence ensued and corruption followed. For the first time in creation blood was spilled amongst God’s mighty.
Throughout time there are those who have said that in the darkness where cold truths and the ugliness of iniquity reign, evil rides the shadows of vanity’s wants and desire’s yearnings. That temptation began as a whispered kissed. That even God’s mighty Angels were not immune to the devil’s corruption.
Today some say it’s best to leave the shadows to themselves and let the night have its madness for in the end only the Light of the Spirit can see a soul’s true worth. But what happens when the Heaven’s bleed and an Angel’s will is broken? What happens when the truth is immersed in darkness and those, once pure of heart, have no one to call on and nothing left to defend?
My name is Faith Savage – I know what it is to be stalked by darkness. To look in the eye of madness and know you’ve no one to call as friend. It is here, on this dark path to inhumanity and the search for redemption, that I hunt demons. Because when Angels fall only the Light will show the way for the damned to meet their end.
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Faith Savage Book 5  The Ash Collector
In the beginning, God created man in his image; from dust and ash, hope was cast.
Yet, as far as time remembers, in the scrolls of history’s past, it was written that woman brought temptation to the garden. Woman introduced death unto man. But have you forgotten about the trickster? Was mortal destruction not his master plan?
There are those who say death is a celebration. One soul’s defiant, heavy passing; another’s gentle ease into the Light. Commemorations for the departed. Forgiveness of old transgressions. A final rest for pity, the end to immortal strife. But is death just the beginning? And who comes to collect you when you pass?
What happens to the worthy if the Light turns against them? Do they stand their ground – Stay and fight? What about those who seek no forgiveness? Do the deceiver’s minions scurry from the darkness? Come and collect their next eternal victim? Is everlasting damnation the deceased’s future plight?
My name is Faith Savage. I know what it is to walk the dark shadows at the edge of destruction. To feel the presence of The Collector in the night. I know what it is to bleed the dust of life’s possibilities, to sift through the ash of mankind’s hopes and dreams. To seek the evil that makes souls rot. It is here in this impossible darkness that I hunt demons, searching for my own answers and retributions, in the battle for the Light.
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Faith Savage Book 6:Wicked's Kiss
Some Hungers Burn Hotter Than Hell...
There are those who say that we are all God’s children. That the Blood of Christ released us from sins. But there are others that hold to the original sins. Temptations purchased for a copper, a penny, a fine golden coin. Even the priests bought and sold lies with the silver kisses of thieves; might cost you a stoning – ten pence for a whore.
Some have written that from a garden God created the first cast-off demon; a viper feigned in the guise of a woman. Her kisses, once given, led to eternal damnation. And, from one sacred garden to our Christ’s last temptation, a kiss by the wicked brought about mankind’s salvation. Bought and paid for by greed, perhaps even envy – all impugnable transgressions.
But when is a kiss just a kiss in the game of redemption? What price does a man pay for the ultimate betrayal? Is the cost greater than the price of his soul?
My name is Faith Savage. When dealing with matters of faith, God, religion and demons, I’ve found there are no easy answers. I’ve stumbled my way through Hell’s treacherous dark byways seeking God and the answers to these and many other questions. I’ve learned that nothing is as it seems when dealing with demons and Angels. And sometimes, love and faith creates just another way to burn.
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Faith Savage Book 7Sinner
It was written that each soul would have a Guardian. A Warrior of Light to watch over it. Protect it. Be its shield against the darkness, its sword against the fallen. But the days grew dark. Man’s souls darker still. Many turned away from the Light of God, cast aside His word and His love. And the Guardians rebelled.
Some say that this was his second transgression. What led to his ultimate betrayal. Others say that he too was but pawn in God’s glorious manipulation. A means to an end of man’s dark days. One thing is certain, only God knows the truth of his story. Only He knows a soul’s true worth and its fate.
My name is Faith Savage. In this game of good and evil I’ve met the Guardian that God sent me. His story I am just beginning to learn. His history, I am told, has marked him as damned. But, everyone knows Christ died for the sinners. The only question that remains is, could we forgive him if we controlled his fate?

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 Book 8 – Messenger - Coming SoonThere’s also a short story Faith Savage, Demon Huntress: Bonus Story - Faith's Temptation
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Author K.A. M’Lady lives a few stone throws from corn fields, chaos and congestion; all lying on the outskirts of the many burbs of Chicago. KA M'lady spends her days calculating life expectancies, mortality and the certainty of death and taxes while in her free time the dead wander freely, buy shoes, homes, the occasional odd business or two and, if you even think of charging them too much in taxes…well, let’s just say the tax man may never come back. But if he does he might just shamble a bit.
An All Romance eBooks bestselling author, K.A. M'lady's work has been described as scary, descriptive, beautiful, dark, frightening, prosaic, addictive, sexy and believable. She loves to read paranormal romances, watch horror movies, westerns on Sundays with her husband, play fetch with her pocket beagle, Chevy and buy weird shoes. Her friends call her eccentric, her family refuses to comment. She’s been lost in the world of fiction since she was a small child, and frankly, never wants to be found—at least not any time soon.
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Wicked OddVirginia Nelson
A Wicked TaleARe Books
Genre: M/F, Werewolves, PNR
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Best way to tame a bad wolf? Be a little wicked yourself…
Carmen finds it hard to trust—then again, her father went mad and had to be put down by her current Alpha. Carmen might hold a position of power within the pack, but part of her always wonders if they could turn on her as quickly as they did him. When she finds a man who she’s pretty sure the current Alpha failed on a lot of levels, she decides to take matters into her own hands and prove Dara isn’t as perfect of an Alpha as everyone thinks.
Seth lost his mate, but he survived. He can’t stand to watch other wolves happily carrying on with their lives and mates after he’d failed to protect his own. Dara allows him his privacy and ensures that he survives, even if there are days when he wishes otherwise. When one headstrong and opinionated she-wolf decides she’s going to end the unique hell of his isolation, Seth has to make a choice…
Kick her butt to the curb or answer the call to claim her. But can he dare claim another mate when he knows he failed once to be the man his mate needed?

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Excerpt:

The stink of humans slathered in too much cologne and perfume competed with the smell of open beers and possible promiscuity in a cloud of inevitable shame—at least to Seth. He wasn’t sure why he still bothered to come down from his hill to visit the dance hall, but it was a ritual he practiced on one specific night of every year.
“Seth!” called Alex Jewel. “Good to see you, man.”
Seth grunted and nodded as he passed over the cover charge. “’Sup, buddy?”
“Not much. Haven’t seen you in ages. How the hell have you been?”
With a shrug, Seth headed past him and down the hall that led to the bar and dance floor. The ritual must be completed exactly for him to feel satisfied, which meant one beer on the outside patio, one inside, then he could go home.
Not that fulfilling the pattern actually made him feel any better at the end of the day. Still...
He ordered the first beer and headed outside with it. Few were out on the patio, but then again that was typical, too, for this time of year. Only the really dedicated smokers or secret lovers looking for a quiet dark spot would bother to brave the humid, still summer air—filled with tiny and annoying biting bugs—to sit outside.
Watching a single large-wing katydid perched on the fence helped him pass the time. He ignored the humans with their clouds of smoke and lust. The katydid busily cleaned his wings while Seth sipped the beer. It wasn’t as cold as he preferred, and he never drank this brand any other time of the year, but that, too, was part of the tradition.
Soon, his beer had been emptied and the katydid had flown to do whatever important insect tasks awaited him in the darkness.Heading back inside, Seth caught the scent of a wolf and scanned the dance floor to see if he recognized whoever it might be.He pinpointed the direction of the aroma to be near the stage, which meant the smell must be coming from one of two women dancing near the speakers. He couldn’t help the half smile the sight brought him. One of the women wore silver leg braces, yet danced with carefree abandon and a smile. Her movements might be restricted by her obviously weak legs, yet her joy flowed as effervescent as anyone else’s in the room, if not more. Next to her dark haired beauty, her dance partner looked particularly mundane. The other woman had boy-short blonde hair and seemed just as happy. Something about the pair caught his wolf’s attention, but he wasn’t sure what other than the fact it was good to see an obviously crippled woman having a good time with a friend.
Shrugging off the oddity, he moved to the bar to order the second ritual beer. Once he had it in hand, he headed for the small booth at the back of the dance hall as per routine. From there, however, he broke the pattern a bit. Instead of staring at the Elvis cut-out hanging on the wall below a clock with only fives—because it was always five o’clock somewhere—he watched the girls dancing.
At one point, the blonde went and got them both drinks, so they backed away from the dance floor to cool off then went right back to dancing. His wolf stirred again, but he disregarded it. But then the blonde looked in his direction, a flash of yellow in her eyes. His wolf more than stirred at the glance, practically clawing him from the inside. Unsettled, he stood to leave. He’d finished the beer and therefore the dance hall portion of the ritual.

At the door, someone caught his arm. “Hey, do I know you?”

About the Author:
Virginia Nelson, USA Today bestselling author, likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

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