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November 2, 2013
Trailer blitz - TOUCH OF DEATH
FACE OF DEATH
The third and final book in the TOUCH OF DEATH series.
By Kelly Hashway
Having fallen at the hands of Hades, Jodi's enduring torture like she never imagined. Worse, she has to watch her Ophi friends suffer along with her--the punishment doled out by the very people she'd sentenced to life in Tartarus. Hell. This is one reunion Jodi hoped would never happen, but now she must find a way to free them all. Except the underworld is nearly impossible to escape. Jodi's one chance may rest in raising the human soul she killed when she drank Medusa's blood. But splitting her human soul from her Ophi soul means living a double life: One as an Ophi experiencing unspeakable torture and the other as the human she could have been if she never came into her powers. With her two worlds colliding, Jodi will have to make the toughest decision she's faced yet.
Title: Face of Death (Touch of Death #3)
Author: Kelly Hashway
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
ISBN: 978-1-937053-92-5
Release Date: 1/7/2014
STALKED BY DEATH (Touch of Death #2) - Available now!
Jodi knows that any slip-ups made by the Ophi--a special group of necromancers born under the 13th sign of the zodiac--will fall on her shoulders... and that Hades is just waiting for them to screw up so he can wipe out the Ophi line. Unfortunately, Jodi has only convinced one Ophi to join her school: A hot guy named Chase who jeopardizes her relationship with Alex. Jodi loves Alex, but Chase can enhance her powers with just a touch--making her stronger than any Ophi has ever been. Her mixed emotions send her powers surging out of control, and the dead start rising without her conscious summoning--exactly what Hades doesn't want! If she chooses Alex over Chase, she may lose the battle to Hades, leading the Ophi race to extinction. If she chooses Chase, she might be able to stop Hades for good but lose everything else. Jodi needs to figure things out fast--because death is stalking her at every turn.
TOUCH OF DEATH - Available now!
Jodi Marshall isn't sure how she went from normal teenager to walking disaster. One minute she's in her junior year of high school, spending time with her amazing boyfriend and her best friend. The next she's being stalked by some guy no one seems to know. After the stranger, Alex, reveals himself, Jodi learns he's not a normal teenager and neither is she. With a kiss that kills and a touch that brings the dead back to life, Jodi discovers she's part of a branch of necromancers born under the 13th sign of the zodiac, Ophiuchus. A branch of necromancers that are descendants of Medusa. A branch of necromancers with poisoned blood writhing in their veins. Jodi's deadly to the living and even more deadly to the deceased. She has to leave her old, normal life behind before she hurts the people she loves. As if that isn't difficult enough, Jodi discovers she's the chosen one who has to save the rest of her kind from perishing at the hands of Hades. If she can't figure out how to control her power, history will repeat itself, and her race will become extinct.
November 1, 2013
Cover Reveal - THE LAST CHILD OF HAMELIN by Ray Ballantyne
Sixty years have passed, and the people of Hamelin have yet
to heal from the loss of their children to the Pied Piper. Pieter has
grown up in a town without joy, without hope, without music. Yet his
heart is full of songs and tunes he cannot express.
He often escapes to the side of Koppelberg Mountain, the
very spot where the children disappeared, and there he can hear what
he thinks no one else can—the notes of the Piper’s song still floating
on the air. But there is another who hears: Old Simon, who as a boy,
was left behind.
Pieter’s musical gift creates a connection with the piper of
legend, but will Pieter be able to control the magic of his music or
will it control him, as it did the Pied Piper?
Title: The Last Child of Hamelin
Author: Ray Ballantyne
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press (www.spencerhillpress.com)
ISBN: 978-1-937053-55-0
Release Date: August 2014
Formats: Paperback, e-book
to heal from the loss of their children to the Pied Piper. Pieter has
grown up in a town without joy, without hope, without music. Yet his
heart is full of songs and tunes he cannot express.
He often escapes to the side of Koppelberg Mountain, the
very spot where the children disappeared, and there he can hear what
he thinks no one else can—the notes of the Piper’s song still floating
on the air. But there is another who hears: Old Simon, who as a boy,
was left behind.
Pieter’s musical gift creates a connection with the piper of
legend, but will Pieter be able to control the magic of his music or
will it control him, as it did the Pied Piper?
Title: The Last Child of Hamelin
Author: Ray Ballantyne
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press (www.spencerhillpress.com)
ISBN: 978-1-937053-55-0
Release Date: August 2014
Formats: Paperback, e-book
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October 23, 2013
Cover Reveal - THE ZODIAC COLLECTOR by Laura Diamond
For almost-16 year-old Anne Devans, the annual Renaissance Faire means
three things—her dad spending weeks in the smithy, her bipolar mom
doing some manic costume making, and another ruined birthday for her
and her twin sister, Mary.
This year, Anne wants things to be different, and she's going to do
things her way.
On the eve of the Faire, Anne (along with a reluctant Mary) conjures
up a spell that will make their 16th birthday party a whirlwind event.
Little do they know that it's a literal request.
After the mini tornado in their room subsides, the girls realize
they've invoked the power of the Gemini Twins, Castor and Pollux.
That's the good news. The bad news is they also caught the attention
of a sorceress named Zeena who has been collecting children born under
each Zodiac Sign to enhance her power. Once she captures Anne and
Mary, Gemini twins, the entire Zodiac—and the world—will be hers.
Anne leads the fight against Zeena, but her one-sided decisions could
throw them into a world so far from home, even the Renaissance Faire
would seem like a brilliant vacation. Between managing their new
Zodiac powers, dodging their manic mother and trying to stop Zeena,
they'll get a 16th birthday they'll never forget.
Title: The Zodiac Collector
Author: Laura Diamond
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press (www.spencerhillpress.com) Please feel
free to use any images, text. Links, etc. from our website.
ISBN: 978-1-937053-63-5
Release Date: May 2014
Formats: Paperback, e-book
If you’d like to request an ARC, please use the reviewer form on our
website (http://www.spencerhillpress.com/reviewers.html). ARC’s will
ship in or around March 2014.
three things—her dad spending weeks in the smithy, her bipolar mom
doing some manic costume making, and another ruined birthday for her
and her twin sister, Mary.
This year, Anne wants things to be different, and she's going to do
things her way.
On the eve of the Faire, Anne (along with a reluctant Mary) conjures
up a spell that will make their 16th birthday party a whirlwind event.
Little do they know that it's a literal request.
After the mini tornado in their room subsides, the girls realize
they've invoked the power of the Gemini Twins, Castor and Pollux.
That's the good news. The bad news is they also caught the attention
of a sorceress named Zeena who has been collecting children born under
each Zodiac Sign to enhance her power. Once she captures Anne and
Mary, Gemini twins, the entire Zodiac—and the world—will be hers.
Anne leads the fight against Zeena, but her one-sided decisions could
throw them into a world so far from home, even the Renaissance Faire
would seem like a brilliant vacation. Between managing their new
Zodiac powers, dodging their manic mother and trying to stop Zeena,
they'll get a 16th birthday they'll never forget.
Title: The Zodiac Collector
Author: Laura Diamond
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press (www.spencerhillpress.com) Please feel
free to use any images, text. Links, etc. from our website.
ISBN: 978-1-937053-63-5
Release Date: May 2014
Formats: Paperback, e-book
If you’d like to request an ARC, please use the reviewer form on our
website (http://www.spencerhillpress.com/reviewers.html). ARC’s will
ship in or around March 2014.
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October 15, 2013
Cover Reveal: VISION by Lisa Amowitz
Ya'll know about Lisa Amowitz, author of Breaking Glass? Well, she has a new book, Vision, releasing in May 2014! Here's the blurb:The light is darker than you think…When seventeen-year-old Bobby Pendell begins to have blinding migraines followed by frightening hallucinations, he fears there’s something wrong with him. Then murder rocks his sleepy town and the visions that put him on trail of a killer—also make him the prime suspect.
And now, the cover:
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18506066-vision?from_search=true
Lisa's media kit where you can find bio and link information: http://lisa-amowitzya.blogspot.com/p/media-kit.html
And now, the cover:
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Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18506066-vision?from_search=true
Lisa's media kit where you can find bio and link information: http://lisa-amowitzya.blogspot.com/p/media-kit.html
October 5, 2013
Giveaway Winner, and a *Free* Short Story!
I bet your all just itching to know who won the Copper Girl shirt! Well, after writing everyone's name down, sticking them into a Tupperware bowl, and having my twins yank one out... The winner is LISA AMOWITZ! Fitting, since she designed the cover :)
I'm also happy to announce that the short story A Raven in Queen Maeve's Court is up and available for download here. It tells us how Sara's parents, Maeve and Beau, met. We even learn why Maeve gave Beau his nickname.
Go check it out, and be sure to tell me what you thought. Happy reading!
I'm also happy to announce that the short story A Raven in Queen Maeve's Court is up and available for download here. It tells us how Sara's parents, Maeve and Beau, met. We even learn why Maeve gave Beau his nickname.
Go check it out, and be sure to tell me what you thought. Happy reading!
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September 24, 2013
Teaser Tuesday - GALLOWGLASS
Today's teaser is rom my WIP,
Gallowglass.
Our heroine, Karina Stewart, is about to unleash something from the Otherworld. Read on...
“I can’t believe you’re dragging me to another old rock.”
I shot my older brother a glare; I was really starting to regret offering to bring him along on this trip. “It’s not an old rock. It’s a church. A kirk.” I would have said more, but I needed to concentrate. This driving on the wrong side of the road business was for the birds.
“Kirk,” he repeated, rolling the word around in his mouth. “And, what are ‘kirks’ made of?”
I scowled at him, almost went into a ditch, and jerked the car back onto the road. “Chris, do you have to be such a jerk all the time?”
“Rina, do you have to be such a bad driver?”
“Stop drinking all that complimentary Scotch, and you can do the driving.”
“When in Rome.”
He had a point there. Nearly every place we’d visited in Scotland either had few samples of the local whisky laid out for us, or a proprietor with a handy flask. Add this to all the pubs we’d visited in Britain, and my liver was starting to ache.
“Besides,” Chris continued, “if I was driving, you wouldn’t get to drag me to every known fairy sighting.”
“You liked Stirling.” My brother is a literature professor, with a doctorate in Shakespeare. He’d wandered the halls of the old castle, randomly quoting the Scottish play. Beyond Lady Macbeth’s demons, his feet were firmly grounded in reality. By contrast, I’d always been fascinated by stories about magic and fairies. I’d jumped at the chance to do some of my geology grad work in the UK, so I could tour the locations I’d read and imagined about since childhood.
“At least real people lived there,” he smirked as we pulled into the car park. “What kind of ghosts are in this kirk again?”
“No ghosts.” I pulled up the emergency brake, and jammed my water bottle into my daypack. “There was a reverend here in the seventeenth century who communed with fairies and elves.” Chris gave me a look over the roof of the car, raising a single eyebrow. That had always irritated me, since I’d never been able to do that. “He wrote a book telling everyone their secrets, and the fairies imprisoned him in a tree.”
“Anyone can write a book,” Chris grumbled. “I’ve written several.”
I bit my lip; Chris had just enough midgrade liquor in him to be itching for a fight, and anything I said about his crumbling career would just add fuel to the fire. After a few moments of silence, Chris wandered over to the Plexiglas encased signage, carefully positioned to catch a tourist's eye.
“Did you get a pamphlet about this place?” he called over his shoulder.
“Yeah.” I rooted around in my daypack, and pulled out the wad of information supplied by Spiritual Sites of the UK, the tour group I’d contacted. I was so glad I’d opted for the cheaper, self-guided package. I’d hate for any hapless tour guide to be saddled with by brother’s foul attitude for six days, seven nights.
I pulled out a slightly rumpled pamphlet and handed it over. Chris opened it, scanning the paragraph’s with an English professor’s ease. “This guy wasn’t taken by fairies!” Chris said. “He had a stroke while he was walking around the hill.”
“You know where the term stroke comes from?” Without waiting for his smart-ass reply, I continued, “It was thought that a fairy had stroked your cheek. That’s why only one side was paralyzed.”
“Thank god for modern medicine,” Chris muttered. We reached the remains of the kirk, and headed toward the graveyard. Chris might think I was a loon, but he admitted that gravestones were cool. “Look, he’s buried right here. Case closed.”
I walked over to where Chris was standing, and read the inscription. After a suitable moment of silence, I mentioned that we should climb the fairy hill.
“We’re here, so we might as well,” I said when he whined. “Besides, the walk will burn off some of that booze.” He grumbled, but followed anyway.
The tree at the top of the fairy hill was, in a word, magnificent. It was old and stately, like a Scottish version of Yggsdrasil, and prayers, printed on colored bits of cloth, were tied to the branches. More offerings surrounded the roots, and shiny coins were pounded into the bark.
“Some walk,” I grumbled, digging in my pack for my water bottle. The water was warm, but it was better than nothing.
“So, he’s in here, huh?” Chris leaned close to the trunk, and picked at a coin. “Why hasn’t anyone tried to chop it down, set the poor guy loose?”
I shrugged. “To keep from angering the fairies?”
Chris barked a derisive laugh. “Yeah. Or, they don’t want to kill this golden goose of a tourist trap.” I glanced around; Disneyland, this was not. “This stuff is all so lame, Rina. I don’t know what you see in all these bedtime stories.”
I fingered one of the cloth prayers. “They remind us of where we came from, where we’re going. They’re comforting.”
Another bark. I think Chris had had more whisky than he’d let on. “Comforting? That’s your explanation for this crap—that it’s comforting?”
“Of course,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. The booze would wear off soon enough. I hoped. “Why would people keep doing all of this-” I gestured at the tree, all of the flapping bits of cloth prayers and offerings “-if no one ever got anything out of it?”
Chris looked from me to the tree. “If all this goddamn magic shit is real, why is my life over?” he ground out. “You think I didn’t pray for an answer? A solution? You know what I got? Nothing. Because there’s nothing to get.”
He turned and stalked down the hill, over toward where we’d left the car. I watched him until he disappeared around a curve, then I turned back to the tree.
“Don’t worry,” I said, patting the rough bark. “I believe in you, Reverend Kirk. I know what really happened. And, I’d rescue you if I could.”
“I can’t believe you’re dragging me to another old rock.”
I shot my older brother a glare; I was really starting to regret offering to bring him along on this trip. “It’s not an old rock. It’s a church. A kirk.” I would have said more, but I needed to concentrate. This driving on the wrong side of the road business was for the birds.
“Kirk,” he repeated, rolling the word around in his mouth. “And, what are ‘kirks’ made of?”
I scowled at him, almost went into a ditch, and jerked the car back onto the road. “Chris, do you have to be such a jerk all the time?”
“Rina, do you have to be such a bad driver?”
“Stop drinking all that complimentary Scotch, and you can do the driving.”
“When in Rome.”
He had a point there. Nearly every place we’d visited in Scotland either had few samples of the local whisky laid out for us, or a proprietor with a handy flask. Add this to all the pubs we’d visited in Britain, and my liver was starting to ache.
“Besides,” Chris continued, “if I was driving, you wouldn’t get to drag me to every known fairy sighting.”
“You liked Stirling.” My brother is a literature professor, with a doctorate in Shakespeare. He’d wandered the halls of the old castle, randomly quoting the Scottish play. Beyond Lady Macbeth’s demons, his feet were firmly grounded in reality. By contrast, I’d always been fascinated by stories about magic and fairies. I’d jumped at the chance to do some of my geology grad work in the UK, so I could tour the locations I’d read and imagined about since childhood.
“At least real people lived there,” he smirked as we pulled into the car park. “What kind of ghosts are in this kirk again?”
“No ghosts.” I pulled up the emergency brake, and jammed my water bottle into my daypack. “There was a reverend here in the seventeenth century who communed with fairies and elves.” Chris gave me a look over the roof of the car, raising a single eyebrow. That had always irritated me, since I’d never been able to do that. “He wrote a book telling everyone their secrets, and the fairies imprisoned him in a tree.”
“Anyone can write a book,” Chris grumbled. “I’ve written several.”
I bit my lip; Chris had just enough midgrade liquor in him to be itching for a fight, and anything I said about his crumbling career would just add fuel to the fire. After a few moments of silence, Chris wandered over to the Plexiglas encased signage, carefully positioned to catch a tourist's eye.
“Did you get a pamphlet about this place?” he called over his shoulder.
“Yeah.” I rooted around in my daypack, and pulled out the wad of information supplied by Spiritual Sites of the UK, the tour group I’d contacted. I was so glad I’d opted for the cheaper, self-guided package. I’d hate for any hapless tour guide to be saddled with by brother’s foul attitude for six days, seven nights.
I pulled out a slightly rumpled pamphlet and handed it over. Chris opened it, scanning the paragraph’s with an English professor’s ease. “This guy wasn’t taken by fairies!” Chris said. “He had a stroke while he was walking around the hill.”
“You know where the term stroke comes from?” Without waiting for his smart-ass reply, I continued, “It was thought that a fairy had stroked your cheek. That’s why only one side was paralyzed.”
“Thank god for modern medicine,” Chris muttered. We reached the remains of the kirk, and headed toward the graveyard. Chris might think I was a loon, but he admitted that gravestones were cool. “Look, he’s buried right here. Case closed.”
I walked over to where Chris was standing, and read the inscription. After a suitable moment of silence, I mentioned that we should climb the fairy hill.
“We’re here, so we might as well,” I said when he whined. “Besides, the walk will burn off some of that booze.” He grumbled, but followed anyway.
The tree at the top of the fairy hill was, in a word, magnificent. It was old and stately, like a Scottish version of Yggsdrasil, and prayers, printed on colored bits of cloth, were tied to the branches. More offerings surrounded the roots, and shiny coins were pounded into the bark.
“Some walk,” I grumbled, digging in my pack for my water bottle. The water was warm, but it was better than nothing.
“So, he’s in here, huh?” Chris leaned close to the trunk, and picked at a coin. “Why hasn’t anyone tried to chop it down, set the poor guy loose?”
I shrugged. “To keep from angering the fairies?”
Chris barked a derisive laugh. “Yeah. Or, they don’t want to kill this golden goose of a tourist trap.” I glanced around; Disneyland, this was not. “This stuff is all so lame, Rina. I don’t know what you see in all these bedtime stories.”
I fingered one of the cloth prayers. “They remind us of where we came from, where we’re going. They’re comforting.”
Another bark. I think Chris had had more whisky than he’d let on. “Comforting? That’s your explanation for this crap—that it’s comforting?”
“Of course,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. The booze would wear off soon enough. I hoped. “Why would people keep doing all of this-” I gestured at the tree, all of the flapping bits of cloth prayers and offerings “-if no one ever got anything out of it?”
Chris looked from me to the tree. “If all this goddamn magic shit is real, why is my life over?” he ground out. “You think I didn’t pray for an answer? A solution? You know what I got? Nothing. Because there’s nothing to get.”
He turned and stalked down the hill, over toward where we’d left the car. I watched him until he disappeared around a curve, then I turned back to the tree.
“Don’t worry,” I said, patting the rough bark. “I believe in you, Reverend Kirk. I know what really happened. And, I’d rescue you if I could.”
September 19, 2013
Booktrader of Hamilton - A Most Excellent Bookstore
Here's a recap of my most excellent day spent at at Booktrader of Hamilton! The first order of business was to collect my traveling companion, the lovely and talented Amy, in Queens. That leg of the journey went off without a hitch… until I went the wrong way on the BQE. Oops. Luckily, I had my trusty GPS with me, and after traveling in ever-shrinking concentric circles, I arrived at Amy's relatively unscathed. Not wanting to tempt fate twice, Amy drove us out of Queens. As soon as we arrived at Booktrader, I knew this event was going to be a success. First of all, there's a mermaid on their sign. Is that a good omen or what? And I finally got to meet Joan, proprietress of Booktrader, although there was evidence that we'd met at BEA. We had both been so overwhelmed, we'd forgotten! I also met Jen, who works at Booktrader and was a deciding factor in making my day awesome. What a turnout we had! I read from Copper Girl, and then we had sort of a Q&A period. It gradually evolved into a discussion of trends in books, what authors we love to read, and the age old question: are any movies better than the book? And, I just might have dropped a few hints about the rest of the series :) Pictures from the event are below. I can't wait to go back once Copper Ravens is out!
Me and D'vora
Was I revealing spoilers? Maybe!
Me and Barb! She loves Scotland as much as I do.
Me and D'vora 
Was I revealing spoilers? Maybe!
Me and Barb! She loves Scotland as much as I do.
September 14, 2013
Events, A Giveaway, And New York Comic Con!
First things first: the giveaway for a COPPER GIRL shirt is still running! Click here for details.
New Jersey-area peeps, I'll be at Booktrader of Hamilton, NJ TOMORROW from 2-4. There will be cupcakes, brownies...oh, and books. I'll even sign some for you :) Check out Booktrader's website for directions: http://booktrader.weebly.com/index.html
Can't make it tomorrow? No worries, I have lots of things planned. I'll even be debuting a short story set in COPPER GIRL's world at a little event you might have heard of called New York Comic Con. Dates are listed below!
September 21 at Annie's Book Stop of Worcester MA http://anniesbooksworcester.com/
(this is a multi-author event, more to come!)
September 28 from 12-2 at Bank Square Books in Mystic, CT http://banksquarebooks.com/
October 10-13 at NEW YORK COMIC CON http://www.newyorkcomiccon.com/About-NYCC/NYCC-Fan-FAQs/
I'll be at Booth 1058. Come say hi!
November 9-10 at Anthocon, Portsmouth NH http://anthocon.com/
New Jersey-area peeps, I'll be at Booktrader of Hamilton, NJ TOMORROW from 2-4. There will be cupcakes, brownies...oh, and books. I'll even sign some for you :) Check out Booktrader's website for directions: http://booktrader.weebly.com/index.html
Can't make it tomorrow? No worries, I have lots of things planned. I'll even be debuting a short story set in COPPER GIRL's world at a little event you might have heard of called New York Comic Con. Dates are listed below!
September 21 at Annie's Book Stop of Worcester MA http://anniesbooksworcester.com/
(this is a multi-author event, more to come!)
September 28 from 12-2 at Bank Square Books in Mystic, CT http://banksquarebooks.com/
October 10-13 at NEW YORK COMIC CON http://www.newyorkcomiccon.com/About-NYCC/NYCC-Fan-FAQs/
I'll be at Booth 1058. Come say hi!
November 9-10 at Anthocon, Portsmouth NH http://anthocon.com/
September 4, 2013
Giveaway time!
Here's the prize: A COPPER GIRL shirt!
Here's the rules: Follow this blog, and you're entered! If you're already following, leave a comment and you're entered too!
Want an extra entry? Follow COPPER GIRL's Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/copperraven
Already following? Again, just leave a comment, either here or on FB, and you're in!
The winner will be chosen September 20.
Thanks, and good luck!
Here's the rules: Follow this blog, and you're entered! If you're already following, leave a comment and you're entered too!
Want an extra entry? Follow COPPER GIRL's Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/copperraven
Already following? Again, just leave a comment, either here or on FB, and you're in!
The winner will be chosen September 20.
Thanks, and good luck!
August 4, 2013
Cover Reveal - THE MONSTER WITHIN by Kelly Hashway
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THE MONSTER WITHINBy Kelly Hashway The moment seventeen-year-old Samantha Thompson crawls out of her grave, her second chance at life begins. She died of cancer with her long-time boyfriend, Ethan, by her side--a completely unfair shot at life. But Ethan found a way to bring her back, like he promised he would. Only Sam came back wrong. She's now a monster that drains others' lives to survive. And after she kills, she’s tortured by visions—glimpses into her victims would-have-been futures had she not killed them. Barely able to live with herself and trying to make things right, Sam ends up a pawn in a vicious game of payback within the local coven of witches. But when the game reveals what Ethan had to do to save Sam, she must make a choice that will change all their lives forever. Title: The Monster WithinAuthor: Kelly HashwayPublisher: Spencer Hill Press ISBN: 978-1-937053-85-7Release Date: 4/7/2014Formats: Paper, e-bookGoodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15839932-the-monster-within If you'd like to request an ARC, please use the reviewer form 
