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A girl who sees monsters. A stalker who saves lives. Is this a dream come true, or are Calli’s nightmares coming to life? Aged out of foster care, two jobs to keep me afloat, and finally on my own…until Mr. Sexonlegs dives into my life. Literally. This guy may be the sexiest man alive, but his stalker tendencies and disappearing scales are freaking me out. I’m in danger. The Unseelie Queen is after me. Yeah right! Maybe I’m losing my mind. Maybe my crazy childhood memories are real. If I don’t run for my life, I need my head examined. Guess I better book that shrink, because I can’t get away, and now I’m not sure if I want to anymore… With worlds colliding and the threat of romance on the horizon, can Calli uncover what’s real before it’s too late to escape? Find out in Shades of Human. 2. Is this part of a series or a standalone? Shades of Human is book 1 in what will be a new 3-book series that will be released all in 2019. 3. What do you think are you MC’s strengths? Calli has grown up alone from a very young age. She’s self sufficient and strong-willed. She can take care of herself, and she’s nobody’s victim. Love, danger, whatever is coming for her, they’re going to be along for a bumpy ride. 4. What are their weaknesses? Calli has lived a hard life in and out of less than perfect foster homes. She trusts no one. And she refuses to accept help no matter what—her mother’s dying wish is one she plans to keep. But with danger on the horizon, the promises of her 4-year-old self are going to be put to the test. Survival 101 may be her motto, but staying alive one her own isn’t going to cut it this time... 5. What is the central theme of your book? Trusting someone with your heart can be as deadly and terrifying as trusting someone with your life, but if you’re lucky, it’ll be so worth it in the end. 6. Where can we find out more about you and your books? Come check out my website as www.jlmyers.com or drop in an say Hi on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/author.jlmyers/ Happy Reading, J.L. Myers www.jlmyers.com
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17-year-old Eden can't remember the first 12 years of her life. Not a single thing. Well, maybe one thing... the deep aqua eyes of her childhood bestie, Kai. You can imagine her shock when he shows up at her house, all grown up and with no memory of his own. Together they begin an adventure to discover their past and who they really are. But what they find isn't what they were expecting. I'll let you in on a spoiler... they're angels and their kind is under some major fire and it's up to Eden and Kai to save them. If only they could remember who they were.... 2. Is this part of a series or a standalone? The book is a standalone, but who knows with these things. An idea has already sparked for it's sequel. So, I'll probably have to go where the muse leads me. 3. What do you think are your MC's strengths? She's a fierce activist for those less fortunate than her. She's tough yet innocent at the same time. She's humble and self sacrificing, by always putting other's needs first. She's a little bit "cool", a little bit "grunge" and a little bit "protector". Oh yeah, and she's pretty darn good at telekinesis. 4. What are their weaknesses? She's guarded with her emotions and hates looking vulnerable. And sometimes mean to those she's scared to get close to. And, of course, she's pretty bad at remembering things. Sometimes, she gets a little hotheaded. 5. What is the central theme of your book? True kinship has no bounds. 6. Where can we find out more about you and your books? www.ellescottbooks.com www.facebook.com/ellescottauthor -- Elle Scott Author WWW.ELLESCOTTBOOKS.COM A blend of science-fiction and contemporary fantasy (always with a hint of romance).   1. Tell us a little about your story
Icehaven is an enthralling NA post‑apocalyptic dystopian adventure with a paranormal twist set in the distant future. Here’s the blurb: The end has come. She could be humanity’s best hope for survival. In the near future, after her father’s global warming experiment goes terribly wrong, twenty-two-year-old environmental studies student, August Madison, finds herself resurrected in a frozen wasteland. With most of the world’s population and food sources annihilated, depraved nomadic gangs patrol the lawless landscape as outlasters claw for survival. Even old friends become unrecognizable. Amid the chaos, Greyson Marx, iron-fisted leader of the domed settlement Liberty, emerges from the catastrophic event with his own agenda—collecting only those who exhibit unexplained abilities. When August crosses his path, he sees an opportunity he must exploit. She sees an evil she must destroy. In a treacherous new world where anyone could be saviors or savages, August discovers her true purpose. And only the strongest will endure. 2. Is this part of a series or a standalone? I’m thrilled to be writing with M.K Chester. It’s the first time either of us have co-authored, but we love it and plan to make this a series, with Icehaven being the first book in the Sum of all Tears Series. 3. What do you think are your MC's strengths? August is smart and stubborn and has a great capacity to be hopeful and loving. She’s driven to find what may remain of her family and friends as well as support those in Icehaven who have helped her and now need her help. Her romantic interest, Brandon Church, is the quintessential “American Hero”. He’s serving in the military when the event unleashes its wrath and leads his team through tragedy without a second thought. He’s a loyal, stand-up guy that August can count on. 4. What are their weaknesses? The same things that make them strong also make them weak. August cares too much, sometimes, and her affinity for her family and friends means it’s difficult for her to see their flaws. Brandon, when faced with the disruption of the system in which he’s lived his life, struggles to find his meaning. 5. What is the central theme of your book? I feel like there are a couple themes. First perseverance. When faced with obstacles from weather to the plot of our villain, they have to find the strength within themselves and their new community to push ahead and overcome. Adaptation is also a theme, because they have to think on their feet and use ingenious means to meet their goals. 6. Where can we find out more about you and your books? You can find out more at www.cursedlandsboxedset.com, www.mkchester.com, https://kimberleycresswell.wordpress.com/.   Every Monday I will be including an interview with each Cursed Lands author. To start us off, this is my interview for Bloodlines; The Dark Fae Chronicles.
1. Tell us a little about your story Nova is taken to England by her mother, in what she thinks is a last bonding trip before she heads off to college. They visit Stonehenge and while there, Nova cuts her hand on a rock. She is overwhelmed by a vision of a being waking up, far beneath the ground. This leads to the Dark Fae being unleashed and Nova finding out the truth about who she is. It will be a mixture of urban fantasy and dystopian fiction. Think Bright, but the arrival of the Fae brings about an apocalypse. 2. Is this part of a series or a standalone? This will be the first book in a series. 3. What do you think are your MC's strengths? Nova is impulsive, but she able to adapt well to difficult situations. She learns about her Fae powers as the book progresses and as you can probably guess from the cover, her powers are fire based. This is a rare power to have in the Fae world. 4. What are their weaknesses? Nova is locked away while the apocalypse is in progress, so she does not know what is happening in the world. So she has to learn fast. 5. What is the central theme of your book? I think the central theme is belonging. Nova is faced with a choice, to side with the humans, or the Fae. She believed that she was human her whole life, but the humans have treated her terribly, she was lied to by the woman she thought was her mother. So there is a lot of distrust. 6. Where can we find out more about you and your books? www.skgregory.com www.facebook.com/authorskgregory  This is my individual cover for my book. Isn't it pretty? Here is the blurb for my story - Bloodlines
When Nova's mother takes her on a trip to England, she assumes it is a last minute bonding vacation before she goes off to college, but her mother is hiding something from her. When she abandons her, leaving her with her 'Uncle' Phillip, Nova discovers the truth. She is nothing more than a science experiment, kept like a lab rat for years, studied by a woman who isn't even her mother. Her bloodline is Fae. The world is about to change... With the Dark Fae rising, only Nova can stop the Fae Queen from killing every human on the planet. She is the heir to the throne, but can she learn how to master her Fae powers in time to take down her aunt? Or will she perish with the humans?  Hi guys, I have been hinting at this for a while now, but I can now finally reveal my big news! *Drumroll*
I am taking part in a boxed set book collection called CURSED LANDS! The set will feature 22 books by 24 authors and the genre is YA/NA Dystopian Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance! The reason I am so excited for this boxed set is we are hoping to hit the USAT Bestseller list when we release next May. Getting my letters has been a dream of mine for a long time and I am really excited to be a part of this set. So how does it benefit you? Well, I'm glad you asked. Did I mention that this set is only 99c! That's right, 99c for 22 full length books. But that's not all, because we love our fans so much, we are going to offer you prizes every week until release AND 15 FREE books for pre-ordering the set! How's that for a great deal? I have included the link below to our official website where you can claim your free books! Right now, the book is available for pre-order on Nook, Kobo and Itunes, with Amazon available in the new year. Every pre-order counts and we would really appreciate your support. The link is below to order. 
Psychological Thriller; Supernatural Suspense; Horror
Date Published: August 21, 2018 (Second Edition with new cover)
* International & National Bestseller (200,000+ copies sold worldwide)
* Top 100 Paid Best Seller on Amazon
* #4 in Amazon Top 100 Paid Best Sellers Overall
* Top 100 Bestseller in Thrillers, Suspense, Horror, Paranormal, Occult, Ghosts
* #1 Horror, #1 Occult, #1 Ghosts
YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO MAKE A DECISION: Let A Kidnapper Take Your Child, Or Watch Your Son Die. Choose!
Sadie O'Connell is a bestselling author and a proud mother. But her life is about to spiral out of control. After her six-year-old son Sam is kidnapped by a serial abductor, she nearly goes insane. It isn't just the fear and grief that is ripping her apart. It's the guilt. Sadie is the only person who knows what the kidnapper looks like. And she can't tell a soul. For if she does, her son will be sent back to her in “little bloody pieces.”
When Sadie's unfaithful husband stumbles across her drawing of the kidnapper, he sets into play a series of horrific events that sends her hurtling over the edge. Sadie's descent into alcoholism leads to strange apparitions and a face-to-face encounter with the monster who abducted her son--a man known only as...The Fog.
***CHILDREN OF THE FOG has a unique tie-in to Tardif`s newest thriller, SUBMERGED.
Excerpt
Sadie's woeful gaze drifted around the living room. Paper plates were piled everywhere. They had somehow gone astray and hadn't made it into the garbage can that she had so thoughtfully provided next to the dining room table. Plastic cups, some half full of pop, were on every table and counter space. There were more cups than there had been kids.
"Ugh," Leah said behind her.
Sadie followed her friend's gaze.
A chocolate cake smear—so dark it almost looked like dried blood—stretched across the kitchen wall, three feet from the ground, a small handprint at the end.
"Your house is a disaster," Leah said unnecessarily.
Sadie sighed. "Well, at least it's quiet."
Sam had gone upstairs to his room, tired from all the excitement and junk food. The last time she had seen him, he was lying on his bed.
"He's probably asleep," Leah said, reading her thoughts.
Sadie gulped down her ice tea, then set to work on the kitchen, while Leah looked after the living room. After an hour had passed, all that was left to do was run the vacuum over the carpets and turn on the dishwasher.
"All done," Leah said, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.
"Thanks. I can handle what's left."
As Sadie watched Leah climb into her car, a part of her wanted to holler, 'Come back!'
"You're being silly," she muttered.
Sadie closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place. Then she locked up the rest of the house, set the alarm for the night and went upstairs to check on Sam.
When she opened the door to his room, she smiled. Sam was stretched out across his bed. On top of the blankets. A soft snore issued from his half-opened mouth. He had passed out from exhaustion, his face covered with chocolate cake, white, black and blue icing, and an orange pop mustache.
"Happy birthday, little man," she whispered, tucking an extra blanket around him.
She closed the door and headed downstairs to wait for Philip.
* * *
Sadie was abruptly roused from a deep sleep. She jerked to a sitting position, inhaling deeply, and looked at the space beside her. It was unoccupied, the blanket still tucked under the pillow. She had waited for Philip downstairs for hours. Eventually, she had given up and gone to bed.
She peered at the bedroom clock. It was half past midnight. She'd only been asleep for about forty-five minutes. In the murky shadows of the room, she felt a foreign presence, a movement of air that was so subtle it could have been her own breath.
A draft?
She squinted at the window. It was closed.
Somewhere in the house a floorboard creaked.
Philip must be home.
Tossing the blankets aside, she slid from the bed and walked to the door. Remembering the brick thrown through Sam's window, she froze. Her stomach fluttered as she imagined a gang of teen hoodlums breaking into the house.
But the alarm would go off, silly.
Still, she pressed an ear to the door and strained to listen.
At first, there was silence. Then another creak.
"Philip," she mumbled.
She was about to open the door when she heard an unfamiliar ticking sound. Had Philip bought a clock for the hall?
She listened again.
Tick… tick, tick.
Whatever it was, it was coming closer.
Her heart began to pound a maniacal rhythm and her breath quickened. When a shadow passed underneath the door, she held her breath. Her heart thumped almost painfully in her chest.
Then the shadow was gone.
Cautiously, she opened the door. Just a crack.
The hall was empty.
And no ticking.
Maybe I dreamt it.
With a tremulous laugh, she flung open the door, a show of false bravado. Maybe Philip was working in his office. Maybe he'd gone to check on Sam.
"Philip?"
She walked down the hall and stopped in front of Sam's room. Her toes tingled as a draft teased her feet. She shivered, then opened the door.
The window that Philip had replaced gaped open—black and hungry—like a mouth waiting to be fed. The curtains flapped in the night wind, two tongues lashing out.
She frowned. Philip hadn't left the window open. He'd gone to work early, without a word to either of them. And Sam couldn't have opened it. He wasn't tall enough.
Did I leave it open?
She crossed the room, barely looking at the mound in the bed. She reached for the window and tugged it shut. The lock clicked into place, the sharp sound shattering the stillness.
Then she glanced at the bed.
Sam hadn't even stirred. But then again, he never did. He was almost comatose when he slept and nothing could wake him early, short of a sonic boom.
She tiptoed to the bed and touched his hair. Then, closing her eyes, she leaned down, kissed his warm forehead and breathed in his sweet child scent. He smelled of chocolate and sunshine.
"Snug as a bug," she whispered.
She stepped back, her foot connecting with something soft and furry. Reaching down, she fumbled in the dark until she found the stuffed toy dog that Philip had given Sam the night before. She moved quietly toward the closet, inched the door open and tossed the toy inside. Then she stepped out into the hall, shutting the bedroom door behind her.
Her gaze flitted to the far end of the hallway, where shadows danced between silk trees that stood in the alcove. Beside the trees—two-thirds up the wall—was a small oval window, and through it, a full moon was visible. It hung in the cloudless sky, a pearlescent pendant on invisible string.
It was a beautiful night, one that was meant to be shared.
Loneliness filled her, but she shrugged it off and plodded down to the kitchen to get a glass of juice. Five minutes later, she went back upstairs, with every intention of crawling into bed and ignoring the fact that Philip hadn't even bothered to call on the night of their son's birthday party.
As she passed Sam's door, a flicker of light beneath it caught her eye. Then she heard a soft thud. Sam must have fallen out of bed again. He had done that on two other occasions. Usually he woke up screaming.
She opened the door and sucked in a breath as her gaze was captured by something that made no sense at all.
The window was open again.
She blinked. "What the—?"
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the bed. It was empty.
"Sam?"
She reached for the light switch.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
At the sound of a stranger's hoarse whisper in her son's bedroom, she did the most natural thing.
She flicked on the light.
About the Author
Cheryl Kaye Tardif is an award-winning, international bestselling Canadian suspense author published by various publishers. Some of her most popular novels have been translated into foreign languages. She is best known for CHILDREN OF THE FOG (over 200,000 copies sold worldwide) and WHALE SONG.
When people ask her what she does, Cheryl likes to say, “I kill people off for a living!” You can imagine the looks she gets. Sometimes she’ll add, "Fictitiously, of course. I'm a suspense author." Sometimes she won't say anything else.
Inspired by Stephen King, Dean Koontz and others, Cheryl strives to create stories that feel real, characters you’ll love or hate, and a pace that will keep you reading.
In 2014, she penned her first “Qwickie” (novella) for Imajin Books™ new imprint, Imajin Qwickies™. E.Y.E. of the Scorpion is the first in her E.Y.E. Spy Mystery series.
Residing in West Kelowna, BC, Canada, Cheryl is now working on her next thriller.
Booklist raves, “Tardif, already a big hit in Canada…a name to reckon with south of the border.”
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  Alien Blood is a roller coaster of an adventure that looks behind today's headlines to discover the truth behind several so-called conspiracy theories. America's secret pact with the Grays and the Draconians to permit human abductions in return for technology is in danger now that both alien races fear the return of a far more ancient race.
Ann Swift suffered from frequent alien abductions before killing herself, and now her daughter astrobiologist Heather Swift is in great danger because her DNA and special talents might provide clues about the returning race. Did those aliens bio-engineer hybrid humans and leave clues as to their own abilities? When government agents kidnap her, it is up to her brother and ex-SEAL Ben Swift to rescue her and learn the secrets hidden in their DNA. Along the way he discovers the dark secrets hidden in Area 51 and Dulce as well as a secret base on Mars. Along the way he learns that aliens from several worlds already reside on Earth and that those closest to you might actually not be human. Review: Ben and Heather grew up believing their mother to be mad, as she claimed to be an alien abductee. Now adults, they discover the truth. She wasn't mad and aliens are very real. A rollercoaster ride full of intrigue, secrets and an answer to that fundamental question - are we alone in the universe. Highly recommended.  ✨Cover Reveal! ✨
A Hell Of A Way To Die: Gods of Chaos Book 2✨ Released 12/12/18 - https://amzn.to/2QeKIq0 
Flesh
Laura Bickle Genre: YA Horror/Paranormal/Fantasy Book Description: The dead are easy to talk to. Live people, not so much. Charlie Sulliven thinks she knows all the secrets of the dead. Raised in a funeral home, she’s the reluctant “Ghoul Girl,” her reputation tied to a disastrous Halloween party. But navigating her life as a high school sophomore is an anxiety-inducing puzzle to her. She haunts the funeral home with her parents, emo older brother, Garth, their pistol-packing Gramma, and the glass-eyeball-devouring dachshund, Lothar. Chewed human bodies are appearing in her parents’ morgue…and disappearing in the middle of the night. The bodies seem tied to a local legend, Catfish Bob, who has resurfaced in the muddy Milburn river near Charlie’s small town. When one of Charlie’s classmates, Amanda, awakens in the cooler as a flesh-eating ghoul, Charlie must protect her newfound friend and step up to unravel the mystery…and try to avoid becoming lunch meat for the dead. Amazon BN Kobo iBooks Excerpt: “Amanda, I…Oh.” I don’t know what else to say. My brain just shuts down. She is wearing the sheet, wound around her like a toga. It trails behind her bare feet, sort of like a painting about Greek goddesses I’ve seen in art books. She’s leaning over another body stored in the cooler unit on a cart. Her back is to me, and I can only see her pale skin and her burgundy-black hair shuddering. “Amanda.” She turns at the sound of my voice, seeming only to hear me for the first time. Her face is covered in dark blood. In her hand, she’s holding a big chunk of purple flesh. Her eyes are half-closed. The autopsy incision on the elderly body below her has been ripped open, and I’m pretty sure that what she’s holding is a lung. “So hungry…” she murmurs. I retreat until my back presses against the cold door. A whimper escapes my lips, and I drop the laundry basket with a sharp crack of plastic on the tile floor. This has to be a dream. A screwed-up anxiety dream that I’ll wake up from any moment now… Amanda’s black eyes snap open. She stares at the chunk of flesh in her hand. “I…Agh…What’s going on?” Lothar waddles over to her and begins to beg. Bile rises in my throat. “That’s Mrs. Canner,” I manage to answer. “She’s seventy-two and died of surgery complications for varicose veins. Deep vein thrombosis, I think. I don’t remember.” I’m babbling, trying to keep the bile down. Amanda drops the lung with a wet splat. Lothar scrambles to it and begins scarfing it down. Her hands are trembling. She presses them to her temples. “I don’t understand. I don’t understand.” I nudge the laundry basket closer to her with my foot. “I brought you some clothes. And, um. Food. You should get dressed.” I think I should be afraid. I think I really ought to be. But Amanda seems genuinely confused. She reaches for the clothes I’ve brought her. To be polite, I know that I should really look away. But I can’t move. I am not turning my back on her. My heart pounds, and I struggle to take deep, uneven breaths. Amanda unwinds the sheet and slips into my clothes. Though I avert my eyes, I see that her shoulder and side are still torn open. But my mother hasn’t begun the autopsy yet, so there is no Y-incision across her chest and abdomen. “Do you remember what happened to you?” I manage to ask. I congratulate myself for having a rational thought. Woot. Her voice is halting, and her brow wrinkles as she struggles to button my jeans. “I remember…something was chasing me. Jesus, it hurt…” Her hand comes up to her neck, and she seems to remember, fingering the edges of the wound. “Am I in a hospital?” she asks again. I suck in a breath. “No. You’re at my house.” It’s not a lie. Not really. She scans the room, as if registering the sight of the cadavers. “You’re the girl whose parents run the funeral home. The Ghoul Girl.” “It’s gonna be okay,” I tell her. “Why am I here?” Her breath makes ghosts in the cold air. “The Sheriff found you, alongside the road.” That’s true also, even if not the whole truth. “I think we should get you upstairs, so you can talk to my parents…” She shakes her head, and her dark hair slaps across her face. “No. I…Oh my god. I’m here because…somebody thought I was dead?” I swallow hard. “Yeah.” Her hands press to the wound on her side. “But I’m not dead!” “I…uh…I think we need to get you to the hospital.” I tentatively reach toward her, to grasp her arm and guide her upstairs, toward the light of the much more civilized parlor and rational discussion. This is so far over my head, and I need my parents to handle it. She shakes her head. “No. No. No.” I hold her elbow gently, trying to keep her calm until I can get her upstairs to my parents. Her skin radiates cold through the sweatshirt, and I can see that the edges of her neck wound are dry, not seeping so much as a hint of blood. “Come with me.” I open the door and gently lead her into the lab, as if I’m herding a frightened cat. She gazes at the stainless-steel equipment. “I was here. I remember being here.” “Come upstairs,” I urge, struggling to keep my composure. I use all the empathy that I’ve learned, dealing with grieving family members, trying to understand the shock and lead her away from the Body Shop. She squints up at the buzzing light. “You were here, weren’t you? You and that woman. Looking at me.” “My mother,” I say. I’m thinking crap crap crap. I’ve heard of cases of people whose vitals have dropped far beyond detection, who have awoken in hospital morgues. This has never happened to us. Not ever. Oh shit. The other body. Maybe it the same thing… “The woman with that knife…” Her fingers go to her sternum, where my mother’s scalpel had rested. All of a sudden, Amanda becomes rooted in place, as immovable as a mountain. “No one’s going to hurt you,” I promise. “Let me make you some coffee.” She shakes her head, and I feel her trembling. Her eyes slide to the back door. She slips from my grip. Before I can stop her, she rushes to the back door. She slams it open with a sound like a gunshot and plunges into the darkness. About the Author: Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology-Criminology from Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016. More information about Laura’s work can be found at www.laurabickle.com https://twitter.com/Laura_Bickle https://www.facebook.com/Author.Laura.Bickle Newsletter Sign Up: https://goo.gl/TNgIjL
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I really enjoyed this story, I love the idea of it being in a morgue and that for Charlie, that is her life. The characters were well developed and there was some great dialogue. I thought the story was different, quirky and very enjoyable. Five stars! |
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