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New Golem Cover Reveal and Giveaway

Hello Readers,

Welcome to the New Golem Cover Reveal and Giveaway. With the one-year book birthday right around the corner I wanted to give Golem a makeover with a new cover, one that captured the essence of the story in true horror fashion. To do this I linked up with book cover designer Cherie Fox. Cherie is the genius behind both Rose covers and a truly remarkable designer. I take zero credit for the new Golem cover and honestly, IMO of course, she knocked it out of the ball park Especially that hardcover, which is a work of fine art.

So, without further ado, the new cover and giveaway link are below.

Until next time, be bold and be awesome,


PD Alleva



Giveaway Prizes: 5 Golem Hardcovers. 5 Golem Paperbacks. 20 Golem eBooks.

Click Here for the Giveaway.

Golem Cover Reveal and Giveaway

Check out the Updated Cover for Golem. Giveaway Prizes are 5 Golem Hardcover, 5 Golem Paperbacks and 20 Golem eBooks (mobi or epub formats). Open to US, UK, and Canada residents only.

The Realm Episode 109

Interview on The Realm, a Scifi and Fantasy Podcast hosted by author JV Hilliard.

Q&A With PD Alleva

Live Q&A from the Fantasy and Sci-Fi Focus Group

Live Reading The Rose Vol 2

Enjoy a Live Reading from my Scifi Fantasy Series, The Rose Vol 2. Recorded April 8, 2022 from the Fantasy and Scifi Focus Facebook Group. 

The Rose Vol 1 Excerpts

Rose Vol 1 Excerpts: All magic exists in the blood; Meet Sanos; The Blades; and Orion.

The Rose Vol 2 Cover Reveal and Release Date

The Rose Vol 2
Cover Reveal



Hello Readers:

It's official, The Rose Vol 2 will be released on December 21, 2021. It's been a long time coming but I'm super stoked to finally release Vol 2. I've always been a sequel type of guy. What would Star Wars be if The Empire Strikes Back had sucked? Yeah, that one line, "I am your father," still gives me chills. When I sat down to write Vol 2 my goal was for the story to carry the same impact as Empire. I do believe I've accomplished this task, thank you Sanos, you gave a stellar award winning performance and took me to places I never knew existed.

So, if you've got some time, and love to go on a wild ride, spend the afternoon with some alien vampires. You won't be disappointed.

If you're looking for an advanced reader copy, feel free to reach out to me at pd@pdalleva.com or join my book club on Facebook. We'll be reading Vol 2 during the month of December.

Alien Vampires Rock! Find out why.

.~ P.D. Alleva

Book Description:

The story continues. Beginning at the conclusion of Vol 1, The Rose Vol 2 follows rebel freedom fighter, Phil as he battles alien vampire Sanos. Phil’s mission is to follow Sanos into the depths of hollow earth to infiltrate Drac City and rescue Sandy from the clutches of the alien vampires.

Sandy awakens in Drac City and discovers she has powers she never knew existed. But where these changes came from is an enigma, a puzzle she’ll need to put aside until she finds her missing son, Adam. Now a guest among a city of alien vampires, Sandy must engage in a diabolical manipulation with alien vampire leader, Moth, the only vampire who knows the whereabouts of Adam.

Sanos requires Phil, the rebel freedom fighter who tore through the underground medical complex and brought chaos and mayhem with him. Sanos needs to overcome the shame Phil brought to alien vampires in the underground complex and reestablish trust with COR, the alien vampire commission in charge of operations on planet Earth. But to do so Phil is required, dead or alive is no matter to Sanos, he desires to gain favor with COR no matter what the cost. COR has the formula Sanos craves more than power and control. The formula is his ticket to new blood and his reign over his species and the universe.

Travel into the depths of hollow earth, across the globe, and beneath the ocean for a scifi fantasy extravaganza of blood, carnage, life, death and the eternal battle between good and evil.

The Rose Vol 2 Cover Reveal

The Rose Vol 2 Cover Reveal and Release Date.

Halloween Book Club Event and Author Competition

PD Alleva's Reader Group and Book Club Presents the Halloween Book Club Event and Author Competition



For readers who enjoy all things dark and scary, creepy and weird, magical and surreal. PD Alleva's Book Club Halloween Event is a one of kind experience for readers who love horror, fantasy, and science fiction genres. 

Listen to live readings from today's leading Indie Authors as they battle over which book will be the chosen as the January Book Club Discussion. 

Event Schedule

All times listed are EST

Thursday October 28th

11am-12pm: Ty Tracey  
12-1pm: Kayla Krantz
1-2pm:   Keri Brown
2-3pm:   Joshua Pantalleresco
3-4pm:   PD Alleva

8-9pm:   Mike Salt
9-10pm: JMD Reid

Friday October 29th:

11am-12pm: D.E. McClusky
12pm-1pm: Beth Worsdell
1-2pm: Michael Evan
2-3pm: Katy Wilborn
3-4pm: PD Alleva

8pm: Melissa Sell
9pm: R.M. Garino

Book giveaways will be posted every hour after the authors live reading or Q&A is completed. 
Vote for your favorite author and book. Voting will begin on Tuesday November 2nd. 
Test your Halloween Knowledge with Trivia Contests Posted throughout the day.

Host and author P.D. Alleva will be reading from his scifi fantasy thriller series, The Rose (Vol. 1) A Dystopian Science Fiction Thriller & Vol 2. Cover reveal for Vol 2 during Fridays Live Reading. Alien Vampires attempting to subjugate the human population after WW3 will be on hand during the reading.

Book Club Discussion for The Rose Vol 1 & 2 will begin the following week and continue until December 21st. Book Club Sign Ups and Free Digital Copies of The Rose Vol 1 and 2 provided during the event.

This event is exclusive to members of PD Alleva's Alternative Fiction Reader Group and Book Club. Not a member? Join Here!

Join us for what will be a fantastic Halloween Event.
 
Free Books. Halloween Trivia. Live Readings and Q&A's. Halloween can't get much better than this.

The end times. The truth hides in plain sight. And the first Possession. Golem Excerpts Week Three

Hello Readers:

Welcome to week 3 of the Golem Excerpt Blog series. This week we have three excerpts for your reading eyes to devour, one from each of our main characters; Detective John Ashton, Annette Flemming, and Alena Francon.

For this week’s round up Annette Flemming ponders the end times, Detective John Ashton receives some good advice, and Alena Francon finds herself possessed.

Excerpts that are perfect for the Halloween mood.

Golem is currently available on Amazon and offered on Kindle Unlimited. Paperbacks are also available on Amazon. Hardcovers can be bought across most major book buying platforms. Click Here to order.

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Enjoy the excerpts.


P.D. Alleva


Excerpt 1: Annette Flemming and the End Times



Why didn’t I tell him about the eyes?
Annette Flemming kicked herself for leaving this point out. The detective had asked very specifically about the eyes as if he knew and was anticipating her reaction, observing how she responded. How could he know? It was impossible for him to know. It’s just a dream. A figment of imagination brought on by stress and…Lovecraft. Too many scary stories warp the mind. Noel had warned her against indulging in fantasy and horror, the supernatural, and paranormal.
“Those stories turn good hearts dark,” Noel had said. She could hear his voice repeating the same over and over again as she sat in the backseat of a car service taking her back home. She despised driving in the city; it turned her anxiety on high alert. Of course, she had refused to take the train, too many people, too close for comfort. The city’s being handed over to criminals and junkies. She feared for her safety if she were to take a train. All too ripe for the picking for any manipulative degenerate to snatch her purse off her shoulder. Or even worse. The thought of those disgusting vagabonds creeping their dirty little fingers across her skin drove her to the brink of insanity. No, it was better to take a car service. Safety was always the first line of defense.
"But those eyes," she thought. "Those eyes were in your house."
What did they do?
Another lie to the young detective, although she could not be one hundred percent certain that she did let those kids in. There was no concrete recollection that she had, only scattered fragments that could be and more than likely are the result of a programmed mind, filling in the gaps in her memory with…Lovecraft and Poe.
She cursed herself for those indulgences. No one should read such tales. It brings the devil to your doorstep. They should be banned. No child should have the opportunity to read them.
Annette’s stomach churned. Her jaw trembled with the taste of acid in the back of her throat. Elbow on the window, jaw in her right hand, and she caught the driver’s eyes in the rearview, he immediately looked away. Annette clenched her purse closer to her stomach.
"People," she thought. "Like wild animals. Heathens really. Little children not knowing a damn thing about how to live appropriately. With dignity. Stay in your lane. Know your role."
In times like this Annette breathed a sigh of relief that Noel refused her children. Not that she wished to carry a bundle of weight around for nine months either. Some man’s seed, even if it were her husband's, turned her stomach, brought her to the brink of vomiting. The world’s gone to hell in a hand basket. She couldn’t fathom raising a child now, not in this age. All decency has gone out the window. People have no clue how to live or where they stand, reaching to crime to get what they want. Could anyone imagine what the world would be like should these heathens climb the ranks? They wouldn’t know what to do with it. It would be the beginning of the end times.
She could see the city landscape in the side mirror, calmly drifting out of sight. Bright lights smeared by an overcast and dark sky.
Maybe we are in the end times!


Excerpt 2: Detective John Ashton Receives Some Damn Good Advice



“Sixty-two bedrooms,” said the cabbie. He was explaining to Ashton the Francon Mansion’s history. “Every brick was imported from all over Europe. Right down to the marble tile.” He added, “From Italy.” Ashton surmised the cabbie was Italian by the prideful way he expressed “Italy”.
They were driving down a barren road lined with red cedar trees. Every so often they passed a gate and driveway leading to a house or mansion tucked back off the main road.
“It’s the biggest house on the block,” said the cabbie as he eyed Ashton in the rearview mirror. “We’re almost there.”
“You seem to know a lot about the house.”
“Lived here most of my life. One tends to pick up history as the years go by.”
“Have you ever been inside?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. A guy like me has trouble getting invites.” He laughed. Then a moment later, “Here we go.”
Ashton perked up. The gate was old steel and wide open attached to two stone pillars on either side. The cab stopped outside the gate and Ashton looked up the long winding drive to the house that stood in darkness. Colossal, was Ashton’s first thought, his eyes wide taking in the sheer volume and size. A single light flickered in the mansion as if a candle had been lit in the foyer.
“No party tonight,” said the cabbie. “Your luck must have run out.”
Ashton caught the cabbie’s smile.
“You’re not gonna drive up?”
He clucked his tongue and shook his head. “No,” he said. “This is as close as I get.”
“Superstitious?”
“You might say that. I don’t invite devils into my life, detective. That’s your job.”
“Indeed,” Ashton breathed staring at the long walk to the house.
The cabbie added, “I feel like I’m dropping off Rhenfield to meet his doom. Be careful in there, detective. Evil spirits are everywhere around this place.”
“Rhenfield?”
The cabbie eyed him in the rearview. “You don’t read, do you?”
Ashton shook his head. “No time.”
“You should. Great books are like a blueprint…a survival manual disguised as fiction. As folklore. Because the truth hides in plain sight and those that see have to hide and those that can’t see…well, they’re just a part of the plan.”


Excerpt 3: Alena Francon and the First Possession



Whimpers held back, cries and fearful scurries came from those cages, all bathed in darkness despite the red tint overhead. Golem closed and locked the door behind them, his movements smooth and calculated. He leaned against the door. Alena arched her head back, seeing him.
“They wait for you, Baphomet,” he said. “Please, choose your desire.”
Alena turned to the cages, walked to them, felt her hand run across the steel. Inside each cage was a child. Some no more than four, but none more than ten years old.
Alena felt herself grin. “Delightful,” she said. “How did you retrieve so many so quickly?”
“The orphanage,” Golem breathed. “They came willingly, of course. So, so easy it was; they came like hungry dogs to a steak dinner.”
Alena pursed her lips, tightened her jaw.
“Please, my lady, can you help us?” A voice in a cage, soft spoken, strong.
Alena turned to the seven-year-old girl who pressed her forehead to the steel fence. Soft blue eyes gazing at Alena. The girl’s face covered in soot, matted blonde hair. Alena bent down eye to eye with her.
“Of course,” Alena said. “That is why I am here.”
The girl paused, staring at Alena, sizing her up.
“Why are your eyes like that?” The girl was trembling, Alena could see.
“Don’t be afraid, my dear. Not of me, not ever. I only wish to help you…can you believe me? That I am here to help you?”
The girl pursed her lips then swallowed. She gave a quick nod. The other children softly and quietly stood, watching, their eyes sad, confused, defeated. Listening and observing. Alena could hear their shallow breathing and the restricted beat of little hearts.
“Good,” Alena said, shaking her head and smiling. “I only need for you to do something for me. Is that ok? Can you help me too? We all need help in this world, do we not? Will you help me—?”
“Sophia,” said the girl. “My name is Sophia.”
Alena felt the grin on her lips. “Such a beautiful name. Tell me, Sophia, what are your dreams?”
Sophia hesitated. “Dreams are not real,” she said. “Not for us, not ever for us.”
“Oh, my darling, so, so not true. Dreams are for everyone.”
She heard Golem snicker over her shoulder. Sophia looked at him but Alena’s hand covered the view, returning Sophia’s eyes to her.
“Tell me, Sophia, do you wish for riches? Fame? Power? Do you wish to come away from this cage and be free?”
Sophia nodded, those blue eyes sad and downtrodden.
“Oh, wonderful. Absolutely wonderful, Sophia.” Alena felt hunger turn her stomach and wrench into her throat. She licked her lips with a slight movement of the tongue. “I can do that for you, Sophia. I can make all your dreams come true.”
“Are you a fairy godmother?”
“Oh, yes, Sophia. That I am and I have all your dreams and wishes right here…” Alena held out her hand, palm up, for Sophia to see. “In the palm of my hand.” Light emitted from her palm, sparkling red and blue light as if she held a crystal that reflected the rainbow. Sophia’s eyes glowed.
“You are a fairy godmother.”
“Of course, Sophia. I wouldn’t lie to you. Not to a child. Not ever. But can you please do something for me first? Before I give you such beautiful presents. Do I have your permission? Can you give that to me, your agreement? Like a sacred pact between two people. You do for me, and I do for you. Will you allow this, Sophia?”
Sophia looked left then right, seeing the other kids with unknowing stares. She turned those blue eyes to Alena and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I will.”