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March 20, 2017
One day to go! Countdown to Raven's Rise!
I can hardly believe it, but it is only one day until Raven's Rise launches! Tomorrow is the big day when it is available for purchase and reading.
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Last day to pre-order, so if you haven't ordered your copy get it now so you can read it as soon as it is available.
March 19, 2017
Here is a sample of Raven's Rise: It comes directly out of the prologue!
This is the opening of Raven's Rise. It clocks in at over 115,000 words and is the longest of the trilogy by far. It caps off this set of books, but there is plenty more coming in the future to continue the stories for Arthur, Abigail, Haatim, Dominick, and Frieda! This includes the prequel series World of Shadows and The Ninth Circle.
Don't worry, I fully plan to continue going forward with the stories of these characters in multiple books to come, so there will be plenty more of World on Fire!
Prologue of Raven's Rise
As soon as Matt Eicholt stepped inside his quiet little church in the center of Phnom Penh, something felt terribly wrong. The lights remained off, just as he expected, but he could feel the presence of someone else hiding in the room.
The mere fact that they hid from him filled him with concern. He couldn’t see anyone but could tell they hid there.
“Hello?” he called out in Khmer. “Who’s there?”
No response. He tried English as well, but still, no answer came. Probably kids hiding away from their mothers. He’d experienced situations like this many times in the past, finding children avoiding their schoolwork or chores, though not usually this late in the day.
No doubt, they hid from him as well, hoping he wouldn’t return them to their angry parents.
However, something about the situation made him worry, and even though wayward children seemed the likeliest scenario, something told him that this case differed.
Matt walked across the hardwood floor toward the front of the church and to the light switch. Wary and uncomfortable, he felt unsure what might be afoot but also afraid he would miss his dinner appointment.
He used the light spilling in through the open doorway to navigate between the wooden pews toward the front, keeping his eyes open for any trespassers.
He made it to the far side of the room and felt around for the switch. It took a few seconds for his fingers to find it in the darkness, and then he flicked it on.
Nothing happened. The room remained dark.
Suddenly, the door behind him swung closed with a crash, casting him into complete darkness.
A shiver danced across his spine, and he backed up against the wall, willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Someone stood inside the room with him, and a tinge of panic rushed through his body.
“Who’s there?” he asked in Khmer. “Come out where I can see you.”
“Why would I do that?” a woman asked in English from across the room. She sounded young, with a sultry voice.
“Who are you? Why are you in my church?”
“Maybe I came here looking for God.”
She sounded closer this time as if she’d moved across the room toward him. He listened but couldn’t hear any footsteps tapping across the wooden floor.
“He does hide in the most unexpected places,” the woman said.
“What do you want?”
“I want you, Matthew. You have no idea how much you mean to me.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You make the last piece of my puzzle. The light at the end of my tunnel. Matthew. I like your name. So Biblical.”
He backed away slowly, one hand on the wall. He aimed to move away from the approaching voice and head for a door at the back of the cathedral. One he kept locked normally, and that exited into a back alleyway.
His eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, and he bumped into a pew while he scrambled through the church, knocking it sideways to scrape across the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, a few steps to his left. “Our fun has only just begun.”
“Stay away from me.”
“I couldn’t stay apart from you any more than a moth can from a flame.”
Suddenly, the door to the church blasted open, pouring bright sunlight in once more. A wretched-looking woman stood in front of him, maybe two meters away. She appeared of Indian descent, though pale. Pockmarks and rashes covering her skin and face gave her a sickly appearance.
The woman turned toward the door and let out a laugh when the light came in.
“I wondered when you would show up.”
Matt glanced over. Another person stood the doorway. This one silhouetted by the sunlight, which made it impossible to make out the features or see the face.
“Matt, run!” the person in the doorway—a woman—yelled.
The newcomer’s arm flew up, and a thunderous roar of gunshots filled his tiny church. On reflex, he covered his ears and stumbled backward, trying to get away from the sound.
He glanced back at the first woman, the scarred and sickly one. She dodged back and shifted behind one of the pillars that held up the roof. Gunshots thudded into the area around her.
The woman moved with unnatural speed, gliding as much as moving. Matt watched her in awe, not even sure if she qualified as human. More rounds blasted into the church. They buried into the pillar behind which she hid, shattering off huge wooden fragments that went flying through the air.
She turned, looked at him, and let out a hissing sound.
“Run, Matt!” the newcomer screamed from the open doorway before firing off more rounds at the Indian woman. “Get out of here!”
Matt ran.
Get your copy today!Pick up your copy today! It was published in March of 2017 and is the finale of the World on Fire series! Also, check out The Everett Exorcism today and see some of what came before!
Raven's Rise: Prologue
This is the opening of Raven's Rise. It clocks in at over 115,000 words and is the longest of the trilogy by far.
Don't worry, I fully plan to continue going forward with these characters in multiple books to come, so there will be plenty more of World on Fire!
As soon as Matt Eicholt stepped inside his quiet little church in the center of Phnom Penh, something felt terribly wrong. The lights remained off, just as he expected, but he could feel the presence of someone else hiding in the room.
The mere fact that they hid from him filled him with concern. He couldn’t see anyone but could tell they hid there.
“Hello?” he called out in Khmer. “Who’s there?”
No response. He tried English as well, but still, no answer came. Probably kids hiding away from their mothers. He’d experienced situations like this many times in the past, finding children avoiding their schoolwork or chores, though not usually this late in the day.
No doubt, they hid from him as well, hoping he wouldn’t return them to their angry parents.
However, something about the situation made him worry, and even though wayward children seemed the likeliest scenario, something told him that this case differed.
Matt walked across the hardwood floor toward the front of the church and to the light switch. Wary and uncomfortable, he felt unsure what might be afoot but also afraid he would miss his dinner appointment.
He used the light spilling in through the open doorway to navigate between the wooden pews toward the front, keeping his eyes open for any trespassers.
He made it to the far side of the room and felt around for the switch. It took a few seconds for his fingers to find it in the darkness, and then he flicked it on.
Nothing happened. The room remained dark.
Suddenly, the door behind him swung closed with a crash, casting him into complete darkness.
A shiver danced across his spine, and he backed up against the wall, willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Someone stood inside the room with him, and a tinge of panic rushed through his body.
“Who’s there?” he asked in Khmer. “Come out where I can see you.”
“Why would I do that?” a woman asked in English from across the room. She sounded young, with a sultry voice.
“Who are you? Why are you in my church?”
“Maybe I came here looking for God.”
She sounded closer this time as if she’d moved across the room toward him. He listened but couldn’t hear any footsteps tapping across the wooden floor.
“He does hide in the most unexpected places,” the woman said.
“What do you want?”
“I want you, Matthew. You have no idea how much you mean to me.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You make the last piece of my puzzle. The light at the end of my tunnel. Matthew. I like your name. So Biblical.”
He backed away slowly, one hand on the wall. He aimed to move away from the approaching voice and head for a door at the back of the cathedral. One he kept locked normally, and that exited into a back alleyway.
His eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, and he bumped into a pew while he scrambled through the church, knocking it sideways to scrape across the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, a few steps to his left. “Our fun has only just begun.”
“Stay away from me.”
“I couldn’t stay apart from you any more than a moth can from a flame.”
Suddenly, the door to the church blasted open, pouring bright sunlight in once more. A wretched-looking woman stood in front of him, maybe two meters away. She appeared of Indian descent, though pale. Pockmarks and rashes covering her skin and face gave her a sickly appearance.
The woman turned toward the door and let out a laugh when the light came in.
“I wondered when you would show up.”
Matt glanced over. Another person stood the doorway. This one silhouetted by the sunlight, which made it impossible to make out the features or see the face.
“Matt, run!” the person in the doorway—a woman—yelled.
The newcomer’s arm flew up, and a thunderous roar of gunshots filled his tiny church. On reflex, he covered his ears and stumbled backward, trying to get away from the sound.
He glanced back at the first woman, the scarred and sickly one. She dodged back and shifted behind one of the pillars that held up the roof. Gunshots thudded into the area around her.
The woman moved with unnatural speed, gliding as much as moving. Matt watched her in awe, not even sure if she qualified as human. More rounds blasted into the church. They buried into the pillar behind which she hid, shattering off huge wooden fragments that went flying through the air.
She turned, looked at him, and let out a hissing sound.
“Run, Matt!” the newcomer screamed from the open doorway before firing off more rounds at the Indian woman. “Get out of here!”
Matt ran.
Pick up your copy today! It goes live on March 21st!
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March 17, 2017
Tuesday Raven's Rise launch
Hard to believe the day is almost here but in only a few days it will finally be out. I can't wait and I have a lot of huge promotions planned around it over the next two weeks.
I hope everyone enjoys all the big things I have planned! Expect to see a lot of communication from me in the next few weeks!
March 16, 2017
Vernal Equinox: Raven's Peak by Lincoln Cole
A quiet little mountain town is hiding a big problem. When the townsfolk of Raven's Peak start acting crazy, Abigail Dressler is called upon to discover the root of the evil affecting people. She uncovers a demonic threat unlike any she's ever faced and finds herself in a fight just to stay alive.
Abigail rescues Haatim Arison from a terrifying fate and discovers that he has a family legacy in the supernatural that he knows nothing about. Now she's forced to protect him, which is easy, but also to trust him if she wants to save the townsfolk of Raven's Peak. Trust, however, is something hard to have for someone who grew up living on the knife's edge of danger.
Can they discover the cause of the town's insanity and put a stop to it before it is too late?
Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia, but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife. His love for writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.
He has won multiple literary awards for his novels. He has also been a bestseller in multiple different categories.
Vernal Equinox: Court of Vampires by Megan Linski
Vampires and werewolves shouldn’t fall in love.
Lysandra was born for one reason; to kill shifters. Princess of vampires, the heir to Vlad Dracula’s throne and the last descendant of Princess Anastasia, Lysandra lives in a castle of witches and human slaves,engaged to a dark vampire prince and prophesied as the one who will end the war between vampires and werewolves forever.
Everything changes when Lysandra finds a dying werewolf. She takes him into her care and quickly falls in love, unable to explain the magical connection between them. If she’s discovered, she will be put to death. But how can she stop the war when her worst enemy is her true love?
A heart-stopping love story filled with shocking twists, Court of Vampires is a thrilling young adult fantasy that readers will devour over and over again. The legend of what really happened to the Romanov family is retold in Megan Linski's newest haunting paranormal romance.
Megan Linski is the owner of Gryfyn Publishing and has had a passion for writing ever since she was a little girl. Her specializations are romance, fantasy, and contemporary fiction for teens and adults. When not writing, she enjoys ice skating, horse riding, and being outdoors. She is a passionate advocate for mental health awareness and suicide prevention, and is an active fighter against common variable immune deficiency disorder.
In December 2016, Megan signed a deal with Amazon's Kindle Press for her Kindle Scout Winner, Court of Vampires, published January 31, 2016. You can find Megan at www.meganlinski.com, and receive a FREE book, The Witch's Curse, by signing up for her VIP List there.
Megan Linski also writes under the pen name of Natalie Erin for the Creatures of the Lands Series, co-authored with Krisen Lison.
Vernal Equinox: Touch Sensitive by Lee Isserow
John Ballard is a PI with a condition. One in a million born with a sensitivity.
He absorbs the memories of whatever or whoever he touches.
The cops call him in to help on a case, a gruesome and inexplicably artistic murder that only someone with his gift can solve.
But absorbing the memories of the mutilated body is going to send John's life spiralling out of control, force him to cross every line, betray everyone who trusts him.
He doesn't just want to find the killer - he needs to find her - because the one thing that's clear about the woman behind the crime, is that she's a sensitive too.
And the more he learns about this mysterious woman that shares his gift, the more he's convinced he's in love with her, and will do whatever it takes to keep the police off her scent.
Lee Isserow is an award-winning screenwriter and filmmaker, with over fifteen years spent trawling the back streets and dark alleys of the 'entertainment' industry.
He's pretty sure he has some traits of autism, because he's been constantly working and obscenely prolific for the entire duration, writing over a hundred screenplays, many of which he's adapting into forthcoming books, because nobody is willing to turn them into movies. Yet.
He lives in Liverpool, England because he accidentally bought a house there. He's not quite sure how that happened - but assumes part of that is because he used to drink a lot.
Vernal Equinox: Awash in Talent by Jessica Knauss
Welcome to Providence, Rhode Island, home of telekinetics, firestarters, and psychics!
Emily can't escape her annoyingly Talented telekinetic healer sister without committing a crime.
Kelly must escape her pyrokinesis school and bring Emily's sister to Boston - her mother's life depends on it.
Appointments with Emily might drive her psychic therapist insane.
With so much Talent, sometimes it's all you can do to function in an un-Talented society.
Three narrators. Three interrelated novellas. One unique novel.
Includes a Reading Group Guide for lively discussion with your friends.
Readers, please contact me with questions or to learn about book club discounts at acedrexpublishing@yahoo.com. I personally attend to all correspondence and would love to hear from you!
I grew up in Northern California, but I've moved so many times, I really don't know what to say when people ask where I'm from. "Not here," is usually the most accurate answer.
Before I met my husband, I usually moved in pursuit of education, which included stints in Massachusetts, Iowa, England, Spain, and Rhode Island. My favorite US city is Boston, where I met my husband. In eight years, we lived in nine different places, moving around in search of something that might convince us to stay put.
I was a fiction and creative non-fiction editor at Fireship Press in amazingly unique Tucson, Arizona, for nearly two years. With support from Fireship's founder, I established Açedrex Publishing to bring you the finest reading material in English and Spanish, mainly in e-book form. Check it out at acedrex.com. I was a founding member of Loose Leaves Publishing (looseleavespublishing.com). We released award-winning literary, historical, mystery, and thriller novels, edited and designed to the highest standard. I'm now a freelance editor. I'll work with you to make sure your book is the best it can be!
Vernal Equinox: The Spirit Tree by Kathryn Hearst
Lifetimes of family secrets. Threats from every direction. A young woman forced to discover the truth.
Tessa Lamar, a Southern girl with a crazy family and a brand new college degree, wants nothing more than for her life to finally start. When her uncle dies unexpectedly, she inherits more than his old truck. As lifetimes of family secrets send her carefully planned world into a tailspin, she realizes nothing will ever be the same.
After learning that she is not only a Firebird, but also half Nunnehi--the Cherokee equivalent to fairy--Tessa is forced to fight for her life against a conjurer determined to kill her, Tribal Elders trying to manipulate her, a crazier-than-a-bat mother, wolves, snakes, and one pissed off ghost. Worse still, she's caught between a gorgeous blue-eyed cop and a Nunnehi bodyguard who she can't decide if she wants to throttle or kiss. Good thing she was raised by two tough Southern ladies.
The Spirit Tree is the first of the Tessa Lamar Novels, a Paranormal Romance with a Southern twist. If you like down south humor, supernatural creatures, and a healthy dose of romance, then you'll love this series.
Buy Kindle Scout winner, The Spirit Tree, and get swept away in a world of magic, creatures, and family.
Kathryn M. Hearst is a southern girl with a love of the dark and strange. She has been a storyteller her entire life, as a child, she took people watching to new heights by creating back stories of complete strangers. Besides writing, she has a passion for shoes, vintage clothing, antique British cars, music, musicians and all things musical (including theater). Kate lives in central Florida with her chocolate lab, Jolene; and two rescue pups, Jagger and Roxanne. She is a self-proclaimed nerd, raising a nerdling.
The Order of the Sinistra Dei is her first series and includes titles, Feast of the Epiphany and Feast of Mercy. Kate's novel, The Spirit Tree, won a publishing contract with Kindle Press through the Kindle Scout contest. Her short stories have been published in various anthologies.
