#EdgeOfMadness COMING MARCH 2016
Want to shake off the toothache causing sweetness of the Holidays and Valentine's Day by diving into an anthology of the macabre, disturbed, and the twisted?On March 1, 2016 Paper Gold Publishing and 15 authors will bring you to THE EDGE OF MADNESS, but you can PRE-ORDER TODAY to ensure your Kindle gets a dose of crazy as soon as the collection goes live!
The stories you'll be getting:
CAPTIVE (BOOK 1 OF A NEW LIFE SERIES) — Samantha Jacobey TROPICAL NIGHTMARES — Kelly Cozzone NORTH BY NORTHEAST — Cherime MacFarlane MY DAYLIGHT MONSTERS — Sarah Dalton DUPLICITOUS — Stephanie Nett DIRTY BUSINESS — Julie Elizabeth Powell NO CALLER ID — Ruby West A CRYSTAL SNOWFLAKE — Holly Barbo BLOOD IS POWER — Ella Medler LOST SHADOWS — Julie Elizabeth Powell SPLIT — Michele E. Gwynn SLOTS — R.E. Hargrave BLOOD CROW — Cleve Sylcox SECRETS ROOM — Kim Faulks 13 — Julie Elizabeth Powell
An EXCERPT from SLOTS by R.E. Hargrave
The bars of Las Vegas have always been my favorite hunting ground. With their hustle and bustle, their crowds of self-absorbed patrons who are hell bent on winning big while being negligent of their surroundings, they’re perfect. I could be nobody, or everybody, nondescript as I was in my dark bland apparel. My true colors showed beneath, though—to anyone who had the fortitude to open their eyes, and look.
On this particular night I found myself sitting in one of the numerous casinos, sipping my club soda while the lights flashed and the noise levels rose in direct proportion to the diminishing sobriety levels. My face was relaxed, cheeks dusted in a five o’clock shadow, and dark locks unkempt so blending into my surroundings was effortless. I was just your average guy, good-looking enough not to repel, but not one of those drop-dead gorgeous types who turned heads or made jaws drop. The people around me couldn’t know I was wearing my favorite SpongeBob boxers; I doubt they would’ve cared if they had. This was Vegas after all. For me, there was something arousing about having the childish fabric hugging my junk. All black on the surface—black tee, black jeans, black cowboy boots—the shock of color below was a testament to how much fun I could be.
I smiled.
HOW YOU CAN HELP:Please help our efforts to spread the word about our upcoming exciting release by *supporting our Thunderclap and Head Talker campaigns*signing up to host during our introductory blog tour Dec 28-Jan 1
Every little bit makes a difference! Thank you.
EVENTS & ANNOUNCEMENTS:
JOIN the Edge of Madness group on Facebook
PreOrder EXTRAVAGANZA on Facebook Jan 2-4, 2016
**If you're an author interested in hosting a takeover slot, please fill out this FORM.
Multi-Author Multi-Prize Rafflecopter GIVEAWAY
The stories you'll be getting:
CAPTIVE (BOOK 1 OF A NEW LIFE SERIES) — Samantha Jacobey TROPICAL NIGHTMARES — Kelly Cozzone NORTH BY NORTHEAST — Cherime MacFarlane MY DAYLIGHT MONSTERS — Sarah Dalton DUPLICITOUS — Stephanie Nett DIRTY BUSINESS — Julie Elizabeth Powell NO CALLER ID — Ruby West A CRYSTAL SNOWFLAKE — Holly Barbo BLOOD IS POWER — Ella Medler LOST SHADOWS — Julie Elizabeth Powell SPLIT — Michele E. Gwynn SLOTS — R.E. Hargrave BLOOD CROW — Cleve Sylcox SECRETS ROOM — Kim Faulks 13 — Julie Elizabeth Powell
An EXCERPT from SLOTS by R.E. Hargrave
The bars of Las Vegas have always been my favorite hunting ground. With their hustle and bustle, their crowds of self-absorbed patrons who are hell bent on winning big while being negligent of their surroundings, they’re perfect. I could be nobody, or everybody, nondescript as I was in my dark bland apparel. My true colors showed beneath, though—to anyone who had the fortitude to open their eyes, and look.
On this particular night I found myself sitting in one of the numerous casinos, sipping my club soda while the lights flashed and the noise levels rose in direct proportion to the diminishing sobriety levels. My face was relaxed, cheeks dusted in a five o’clock shadow, and dark locks unkempt so blending into my surroundings was effortless. I was just your average guy, good-looking enough not to repel, but not one of those drop-dead gorgeous types who turned heads or made jaws drop. The people around me couldn’t know I was wearing my favorite SpongeBob boxers; I doubt they would’ve cared if they had. This was Vegas after all. For me, there was something arousing about having the childish fabric hugging my junk. All black on the surface—black tee, black jeans, black cowboy boots—the shock of color below was a testament to how much fun I could be.
I smiled.
HOW YOU CAN HELP:Please help our efforts to spread the word about our upcoming exciting release by *supporting our Thunderclap and Head Talker campaigns*signing up to host during our introductory blog tour Dec 28-Jan 1
Every little bit makes a difference! Thank you.
EVENTS & ANNOUNCEMENTS:
JOIN the Edge of Madness group on Facebook
PreOrder EXTRAVAGANZA on Facebook Jan 2-4, 2016
**If you're an author interested in hosting a takeover slot, please fill out this FORM.
Multi-Author Multi-Prize Rafflecopter GIVEAWAY
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