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Monday, April 12, 2021

Now Available - The Underworld Library: Hellbrary Book One by Laura Bickle #DarkFantasy #Hellbrary #UnderworldLibrary

Whoever possesses the Great Library of the Underworld rules Hell itself…and threatens the destiny of both the Heavens and Earth.

The Underworld Library
Book One
Laura Bickle

Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Syrenka Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: 4/1/21
Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 90,426

Cover Artist: Pretty in Ink Creations

Book Description:

Whoever possesses the Great Library of the Underworld rules Hell itself…and threatens the destiny of both the Heavens and Earth.

The Great Library contains the most deadly magic tomes penned since the beginning of time. This magic is both wondrous and terrible, kept under lock and key by witch-librarians serving the king of the Underworld.

Eve is one of those faithful librarians. She doesn’t recall her life prior to the Hellbrary, and unlike her fellow Hellbrarians, she has very little magic to speak of. When a dangerous book is stolen, she must recover it with the help of a Gorgon librarian, a hellhound, and a mysterious shapeshifting royal envoy. This daemon, Azarr, has a serpent tongue and the heart of a man – can he be trusted?

King Caldrius’s court has fallen under siege. Caldrius’s cruel son, Ral, has returned from exile with an army to assassinate his father. But his father’s crown alone does not guarantee Ral the throne. He needs the library, and he will take it by force. His ambitions don’t end with the Hellbrary – he means to take Earth and the Heavens beyond.

Eve knows there’s only one way to defeat Ral: they must use the recovered book to awaken the Queen of the Witches. Caldrius imprisoned Viridia millennia ago when she grew too powerful to control. Then, he offered the witches a choice: serve him or die. They served, until now…but will awakening Viridia summon an evil greater than Ral?

Time is running out, and all the forces the Underworld must unite to wage war for the library and control of all of existence.

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Excerpt 6.      


An elm tree grew at one corner of the crossroads, where a lantern hung, and a ghostly figure paced around the tree. The cloaked figure was shaped like a tall, thin man. Eve could not see his face. He carried a spear that was decorated with a garland of bones that rattled when he moved. Vertebrae, Eve realized, and they looked as if they had come from humans. Where he walked, his footsteps glowed white for a moment before fading.

            The horses flattened their ears as they reached the crossroads. They pawed and shied away, nervous. Eve whispered to Kyros, “Who is he?” She had been taught that the living had little to fear from ghosts, but the atmosphere had grown thick and oppressive as they had come into view of this shade.

            Kyros frowned. “Trouble. He is Singe, God of the Crossroads.”

            The ghostly figure walked toward them. His cloak was made of leaves, rendered translucent as ice. He radiated cold, and Eve was fearful that the horses would bolt.

            “Great and Powerful Singe,” Azarr said politely. “What brings you to this road, at this hour?”

            The figure looked up, seeming to scan the sky, then pointed at the red horizon, back where the minions had flown. “War is here, daemon. Your king is dead. News and the dead travel fast across the land. I have come to guard the road for the innocent to pass.” He opened his hand and gestured at an opossum crossing the road, covered with babies that clung to her fur. Right behind her, a family of skunks scuttled, melting in and out of the darkness.

            Despite his fearsome appearance, he seemed to Eve as a sort of magical crossing guard, ushering the creatures of the Underworld to safety. This warmed her, and the horses even seemed to settle, snuffling at each other.

            “May we pass, Great and Powerful Keeper of the Roads?” Azarr asked, with exquisite formality.

            “That depends,” Singe said. “On who you are and where you wish to go. And what you are willing to give up to pay the toll.” 

Release Day Blitz Leviathan by Sky Purington #TimeTravel #DragonShifter #Romance

Viking Ancestors: Forged in Fire 
Book One
Sky Purington

Genre: Time Travel Dragon Shifter Romance
Date of Publication: April 12, 2021
Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 70K
Cover Artist: Tara West

Tagline: An explosive enemies-to-lovers tale teeming with wicked secrets and fiery passion.

Book Description: 

The only thing Destiny knows is her name, but who's complaining? She lives in a beautiful million-dollar seaside chalet without a care in the world. At least until a psychic shows up at her front door claiming Destiny's true identity is remarkable. She must remember who she is. What she's meant to do. If that isn't enough, her house isn't her own, and her fate tied to a man in the distant past. A fierce, brooding Viking who's too arrogant for his own good yet sinfully alluring.

Leviathan doesn't believe in love, so the woman he saved shouldn't be haunting his thoughts. Especially considering they barely got along. Yet now, thanks to the fire he used to keep Destiny alive, the feisty, stunning redhead is put in his path once more. Worse yet, she might be the foretold Sigdir who sparks the next Great War. That means she must die by his blade once and for all.

Will Leviathan be able to sacrifice Destiny to save everyone? Or is it already too late, and she's found her way into a heart he didn't know he had? Find out as they embark on an epic dragon shifter romance adventure across time in Viking Ancestors: Forged in Fire.


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She spun fast and nearly had her blade against his neck before he deflected. He tossed the torch to the ground then dodged right and left when she thrust twice, close to nicking him. When she came at him a third time with even more precision, he decided immobilizing her was best. So he knocked the blade from her grasp and pinned her against the wall.   

“What was that?” she gasped. “How did I do that?” Before he could respond, Destiny’s curiosity morphed back to fierceness. Her dragon eyes flared, her warning ground out through clenched teeth. “Let me go.”

“And risk your blade in my throat?” He shook his head. “Not yet. Not until you get your dragon under control and realize I’m not your enemy.”

Yet he was, and they both knew it.

He could, should, let her go and keep fighting. Battle until the end. See the prophecy through here and now. Protect his people and brethren. Finish her before she bewitched him even more. Before her sweet, permeating scent pushed him too far, and he gave in.

Perhaps that was the way, he reasoned.

Maybe if he finally had what was lost to him before, she would be out of his system. He could take her now. Rip her clothes away, hike her against the cold stone, and lose himself in her hot receptive body. It would be that simple. Soaked and ready, she would have him. Eager in her heated state for all he could give her. 

Once he slaked his lust, surely his horrible craving for her would vanish. Then killing her for the greater good would come easier. After all, he was a born fighter. Warrior. An Ancient. Battling and winning was what he did best.

Yet something about taking her now, then ending her didn’t feel like winning.

“Will you stand down?” he ground out, painfully aroused, disgusted with himself for not being stronger. “Sheath your blade, and I’ll tell you why you know how to fight. Who you once were.”

While he wanted to know more about Elsie and her nieces, women he suspected would be traveling back in time, they needed to deal with this first.

Destiny eyed him for a long moment, her internal struggle obvious. The scent of her arousal unmistakable. She wanted to be in control yet still taken. Slake her lust. Experience what he had to offer. Knew on a primal level that he would see her well satisfied. He would, too. Because she’d never been taken by a dragon. She’d loathed their kind.

In the end, however, she showed admirable willpower.

“I’ll stand down,” she finally conceded. “But you better not touch me again without my permission.”

He didn’t miss the slightly strangled sound of her voice when she said ‘without my permission.’ As though she hadn't meant to say it but couldn’t help herself. More pointedly, that some part of her wanted to give him permission. That arousal aside, her mind craved his touch. A sense of intimacy he was altogether unfamiliar with when it came to women.


About the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of over fifty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Purington married her hero, has an amazing son who inspires her daily and two ultra-lovable husky shepherd mixes. Passionate for variety, Sky's vivid imagination spans several romance genres, including historical, time travel, paranormal, fantasy and erotica. Expect steamy stories teeming with protective alpha heroes and strong-minded heroines.

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Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Darkness Awaits by Jamila A. Stone #UrbanFantasy #LBGTQ

Darkness Awaits
Virtus Academy  
Book 2
Jamila A. Stone

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Contemporary Fantasy, LGBTQ
Publisher: Black Glory Publishing House
Date of Publication: April 2021
ISBN: 978-1-7356641-0-1
Number of pages: 524
Word Count: 141,850
Cover Artist: Michael Corvin
Tagline: Unexpected secrets stand to change two witches’ lives forever...
Book Description: 

Having narrowly survived their last semester, Natalie King and Alexandra Aurelius are prepared to revel in victory...but, while preparing to become Juniors, it soon becomes clear that peace has been dismissed. 

Relationships are tested and new ones formed, as shadowy souls push their way into Natalie and Alexandra’s lives. Now, more than ever, the witches must stick together and protect their loved ones. Unexpected secrets stand to change their lives forever. 

Darkness impends from every direction, and even the fiercest friendships will be tested. What harmony that existed between human and supernatural governments has been shaken to the breaking point. Should it crumble, hellish truths are sure to be exposed.   

Despite impossible odds, Natalie, Alexandra, and their alliances will unite against unprecedented evil. After all, the only exit often is a wall to break through... 


With her much-anticipated sequel to Strange Things Await, Jamila A. Stone delivers devilish thrills and a dizzying spin on the genre. One thing through the dark is seen: where mystic and mortal subcultures meld, the pages turn themselves. 

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It’s the last week of January and the new school semester since Christmas break starts tomorrow at Virtus Academy. Nat and all her friends, except Alex, have already moved back to their dormitories. Nat is brushing her teeth, getting ready for bed when she suddenly feels like she’s falling. A moment later, her surroundings change, and she finds herself in a dark alleyway. Nothing makes sense, and she jolts around with labored breathing, trying to understand what is going on. When she turns around to her other side, she spots Alex and momentarily forgets her anxiety. Running over to a hunched Alex, she hugs her and is so distracted that she doesn’t notice the four guys in the alley with them.

“What are you doing here?” Alex winces in pain, struggling to straighten up.

Using her toothbrush, Nat taps the ring she’s gifted Alex. “Someone must have missed me a whole lot to get me here,” she jokes.

The good news is that the protection spell she had Sheila help her put on the ring works. If Alex ever needs her badly enough, she’ll appear.

“Crap, it worked! So that means…” Nat looks around further and finally takes in the situation. “I guess you’re still having trouble making friends.” Throwing down her toothbrush, she gets in front of Alex, who’s badly bleeding from cuts on her face, and the arm she holds that seems disjointed.

“Nice outfit, girl.” One of the guys speaks sarcastically.

“This is your backup?” Another speaks, pointing at Nat before they all laugh.

“Remind me to take you shopping.” Alex picks up her fallen blade, and it elongates into a sword as it recognizes its owner.

“What!? This is comfortable and my pajamas. I was going to bed.” Nat keeps her eyes on the guys who are starting to approach. She cannot believe Alex is choosing right now to insult her.

“What do you need to be comfortable?” Alex turns fully toward Nat with her face scrunched up. “Did you sprout something since we were kids?”

“No! Can you focus before we die, you asshole? Boxers can be unisex.” She tries to defend herself, but Alex just scoffs.

Nat, annoyed, blasts Alex to the furthest point of the alley and decides to take on the men herself. It looks as if Alex softened them up enough for her to handle alone anyway.

Two of the men reach her before the others. One throws a punch at her face while the other tries to punch her abdomen. Nat is light on her feet and spins away from the one aiming for her face and shoves him into the other male before she uses her magic at the remaining attackers.

“Instead of attacking young women to stroke your egos, maybe you all should go to the gym.” She blasts one with a scar on his cheek into a wall knocking them out before she is blasted herself. In complete shock, she did not keep her guard up, she grumbles as she slowly gets back up to her feet. Nat blocks another blast of magic as she parts her feet for better balance. Nat sends a few blasts back, but her adversary blocks them all. Nat should have known these men were not mere humans if they were able to beat up Alex.

Nat is so preoccupied with the witch that she fails to deflect the attacker on her left properly, who charges her with his clawed hand in the air, ready to come down on her hard. There was little for her to do, so she stopped shielding herself from the witch’s attack, so the attack would knock her away from the attack that would be the deadliest.

The impact of the witch’s attack does the trick and sends Nat backward. The claws of the man from her right give her a nasty gash, nowhere near the damage which would have been inflicted if she did not think quick on her feet and use the witch’s attack to save her own life.

“Alright, playtime is over.” Nat lifts her hands and moves them hastily in front of her creating a linkage of pentagrams all while beads of her blood float into the amber symbols. She sees the shock on the witch’s face, and it makes her grin before she locks her fingers over each other, bends her arms inward, then thrusts her arms out, causing the spell to wrap around the first body, and the man explodes.

Nat moves her arms until everyone is dead. One black eye and a gash on her arm later, Nat walks over to Alex, who is hunched over.

“I should leave you here. I can’t believe you got back without telling me. How long have you been back in town? Tomorrow is the first day of school back from break.” Nat places her hands on her hips, letting Alex suffer for a bit more before she attempts to heal her.

Alex stands straighter, leans her head back against the wall behind her, and closes her eyes. “I forgot how much you love to bitch and moan.”

Nat is opening her mouth to respond, but promptly stops when she spots a smile creeping on Alex’s face.

“I missed it.” Alex turns her head and smiles so charmingly even with her face all beat up, Nat’s walls break.

“Ugh, I can’t stand you.” Nat shakes her head and starts to heal Alex’s easy wounds, then wraps Alex’s good arm over her shoulder and helps her to stand off the wall. “We’re too far from the dorm or my house for me to teleport us both.”

“And here I thought an overachiever such as yourself would have become a pro by now.” Alex coughs then halts her steps taking time to take deep, ragged breaths.

“Hey, that month was our break. I can get us near the school gates, but it might knock us out if I use all of our energy combined. Or worse.” Nat struggles to keep Alex upright.

Alex struggles to stand on her own feet as she pulls her good arm away from Nat so she can grab her cellphone out of her pocket. Nat watches as Alex makes a call, trying to keep her upright by the waist. “Julian, are you on campus? Good, sneak out with Olivia and come find me by the gate…just do as I asked, Olivia, will be able to track us. Yes, us, bye.”

Nat arches a brow at Alex before focusing her mind on the school gates. Once she has that clear in mind, she works on syncing her magic with Alex.

“What’s taking so long?” Alex grumbles.

“You, that’s what. I’m trying to find your source, but you’re too weak.”

“You’re a weirdo.” Alex sighs exaggeratedly.

Nat finally syncs successfully and teleports them. They land hard a few yards away from the school gates. 

About the Author:

Jamila A Stone lives in Washington, D.C with her two dogs. Jamila is driven to tell stories without censorship and for the continued creativity in the world of literature. As an African American woman, she understands the lack of opportunity persons of color have to let their artistic creativity be seen on equal platforms, so she created her own publishing company called Black Glory Publishing House. She thinks not just of herself but of the current and future of literature namely increasing the diversity and inclusion within the literary community.

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Thursday, April 1, 2021

Tips and Tricks for Juggling Parenting and Writing with J.R. White #PNR #FantasyRomance #WriterMama

Being a mom is a full-time job. Even as I’m writing this guest post my daughter is calling for help dealing with tech issues for school. In a few minutes, she’ll call me again. This is what all moms signed up for and trying to juggle full-time writing (or any other at-home job) at the same time can be a struggle. 

Finishing up edits for my latest release, Reckless Dreams, I was constantly on call. My daughter is doing virtual schooling because of Covid-19. It was a choice our family made to help protect some more venerable family members. It also put a strain on the routine she and I had worked out over the last ten years. 

Over the years other moms and a few dads have asked for advice and my coffee-addicted mind came up with a list of ever-changing survival tips and tricks. That list popped back out for our changing routine and I thought it might help some other struggling moms.

Tip 1: Have a plan. Every parent is going to plan differently. Some have lists and others have calendar organizers. How you formulate the plan isn’t as important as having one. Know what should get done in a day or week and plan to do it. This includes writing plans, parenting plans and anything else that needs doing.

Trick 1: Be willing to throw that plan out the window. Life is beautifully chaotic and sometimes it’s downright brutal. If that plan isn’t going to work out start improvising and try to enjoy it. 

Tip 2: Meal time distractions and notebooks. Depending on the age of your child or children meal time can serve as a great distraction. If they can feed themselves after you put the food in front of them sit down with them and have a notebook with you. You can jot down notes and interact with them as needed. This isn’t something you can do every meal, but it can help if you’ve got a project due or a chapter you need to work through.

Trick: Give the kids their own notebook or coloring book. Let them be creative while you work. “Working with Mommy” got me through the toddler years and helped me meet a lot of deadlines. Always let them show off what they’ve created afterward. This encourages creative growth and confidence. 

Tip 3: Set working hours. When my daughter was young my working hours were early in the morning and late at night. Those were some rough years but I stuck to myself imposed schedule. When she got older and started school my hours shifted to her school hours. Sticking to these hours and changing them as life changed I was able to get some writing or editing done every day. In the summers my hours shifted more to the third shift night owl hours and have this year started creeping back to that. Those are my hours to work and while I may be on call I’m still treating them life work hours.

Trick: Give yourself a weekend. Begin a mom is 24/7 but being a writer doesn’t require that. Just like getting a day off at an outside-the-house job helps relax us getting a day off from writing can do the same. Use those working hours for some personal care once or twice a week. 

Tip 4: Finally, enjoy it all. Life as a mom and writer can get stressful. Kids get sick and deadlines pop up way faster than expected. Try to enjoy as much of it as you can. Celebrate the good days and try to find reasons to smile on the bad days.

Trick: Keep something fin close at hand. For me it changes from time to time. For a while it was a few cans of silly string. At random we would have sill string wars. Creating these fun memories can help you smile through tough times.

Being a mom and a writer is the best gift the world could have ever given me. It’s a balancing act and there is strain, but it’s also full of laughing and celebration. Nothing makes me smile more than when my daughter does the happy dance with me when I get a great review or an acceptance letter. 

Thanks for reading and I hope these tips and tricks help you out too.

Reckless Dreams
Stories from the Dream Realm 
Book One
J.R. White

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: March 15th, 2021
Number of pages: 265
Word Count: 54,000
Cover Artist: J.R. White

Tagline: Embrace Your Destiny in the Dream Realm

Book Description: 

The only thing Karlee Bolt has on her mind is her upcoming beach vacation, but her plans are derailed by dark shadows and a knight with a brilliant, bright light. Karlee is suddenly thrown into another realm and into a battle she has no way of fighting.

A Watcher by right, DjinnShay Court is a warrior that protects the balance between the realms. When the Dreamweaver is suddenly dropped into his lap, Court must change tactics. No longer a warrior that stands between the realms, he must now lead Karlee through the Dream Realm and show her there’s more to dreams than fantasy.

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Before Karlee could get the next book on the shelf, a loud thunk made her jump. Spinning around to face the disturbance, she took a slow step forward. “Hello?” At first only silence answered her and then a distant click followed by another and then the sound echoed through the disorganized mess. She took another step, but it wasn’t until the lights illuminated the hallway clicked off that she realized what the sound was.

Backing away from the approaching darkness, Karlee turned to run. The clicking of the lights going out behind her grew louder. On the other side of the basement was the door that led outside and onto the street. She ran faster as her heart started to race. As the clicking grew louder and closer, she heard heavy feet hurrying along with it.

The lights directly above Karlee started to shatter. Sparks cascaded down on her and bounced across the floor. Making a quick turn, she could see the door just a few yards away, but just as she was closing the distance, she felt something tug at her hair. Letting out a shriek, she dashed towards the steps that led away from her tormentor. As one foot touched down on the stair, the other was yanked out from under her. She crashed into the wooden steps and felt a cold solid mass wrap itself around her ankle. It began to slither up her leg and she kicked out, desperately trying to clamber away.

There was nothing but darkness behind Karlee. Even the thing that held onto her and was scratching at her skin seemed to be made of shadows. She screamed as she felt the first hard tug. Reaching up, she grabbed the edge of the top step and held on. Another hard tug jerked her, nearly ripping her away from the relative safety of the stairs. Just when she thought her leg would be torn off, the door above her burst open and she was blinded by a brilliant flash of light shooting through the darkness.

“Be gone, shadow spawn!” a deep voice boomed, and Karlee felt the thick shadows jerk franticly away. Scrambling up the steps, she saw the shining man who had saved her and ran straight into his arms. A strong arm wrapped around her and she found herself tucked against the man’s side.

From beside the stranger, Karlee could see the source of the brilliant light. It radiated from a small stone he held in the palm of his hand. Beyond him, she could also see the illuminated darkness left in the library basement. The light allowed her to see the collection of books and the wreathing shadows that had chased her. Misshapen human shadows were wriggling in the light as if it was burning them. Staring at it, she felt fear rake over her, violently sending her heart into her throat and blocking the scream she couldn’t seem to conjure.

The man slammed the door, hiding the horrid sight from Karlee and in one smooth motion, took her hand and turned towards the road. “I have to get you out of here,” he said as he started to pull her away from the library and down the sidewalk.

About the Author: 

J. R. White has been telling stories for as long as she can remember. After her marriage in 2008 she found the freedom to dive headfirst into her personal world of fiction. Currently she lives in the Upstate of South Carolina with her family, where she fills her daughter’s head with fairy tales.


Monday, March 29, 2021

The Scavenger: Book One of The Hopps Town Series by Aidan Lucid #Horror

Dealing With Negative Reviews

Negative reviews suck. As a writer, there’s nothing worse than someone tearing your novel apart like a tiger ripping flesh from his prey. It hurts that bad. But as an author, you have to get used to it. Bad reviews are par for the course. After reading those biting words, you question if you’re worthy of having the title of ‘author’. Doubts start to creep in and dark clouds of depression hangover you. Last year (2020), I received one of the most scathing bashings from a reviewer who clearly had their own agenda. It took me a while to get over it but I did. And here’s how. 

Tips to Recover From Negative or Harsh Reviews

1. It’s Just Their Opinion: What one person might hate, another will love. Everyone has different tastes. When inside a restaurant, did you ever see all the customers eating the same dish? No. Why? People have different palates, preferring to opt for one food over the other. The same applies to readers. Not everyone likes Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. 

2. Don’t Take It Personally: Sometimes this is hard to do because of the way the reviewer delivered their feedback. Like my example above, unless it’s clear that the reader decided to make it personal, take a step back, leave it for a few days and read it again. The best reviewers are ones who give balanced arguments and not just focus solely on the negative. 

3. Even the Top Authors Get Bashed: Take solace in the fact that Stephen King, JK Rowling, and Tom Clancy receive one-star reviews on Amazon so you’re not alone. In fact, some writers say that they read these reviews to recover from the thrashing their own book received. It lets them know that they don’t suck. 

4. Don’t Read It: From speaking with other authors, some suggest not reading low-scored reviews. I’ve mixed feelings about this. On one hand, they have a point. These types of feedback can be off-putting and can end some writers’ careers. However, those who wish to grow and become better should read them because there might be some advice that could win new fans. Ultimately, the decision is yours but as excruciating as it may be, I will always read these types of reviews (hopefully there won’t be many, though). 

5. Take What You Can From it and Move On: I know this next tip will be difficult because it was hard enough to read through the review the first time. Leave a few days pass by and return to it again with objective eyes. There may be some nuggets of wisdom hidden within those cutting remarks. 

6. Dust Yourself Off and Write the Next Book: Don’t let a reader’s opinion stop you from chasing that dream of writing a bestseller. Become thick-skinned and after reading harsh feedback, say to yourself, ‘I can do better and I’ll prove it’. There is a lot to be said about positive thinking. Develop mantras like, ‘I’m a bestselling author’, ‘I’m so blessed to be able to write great books’, ‘I’m growing more and more as a writer every day’. One can come up with their own positive sayings. The trick is to never give up. 

Being an author is a lonely job and one that is wholly unappreciated by a lot of readers.

Speaking from experience, prior to becoming an author in 2002, I took it for granted the amount of work that goes into writing a book or even a short story. Now I can appreciate all the time and effort. 

So don’t let that negative review stop you. Go forth and show the world what you can do. 

Share your stories and enthrall us all!

The Scavenger
The Hopps Town Series
Book One 
Aidan Lucid

Genre: Horror
Publisher: Jongleur Books
Date of Publication: January 10th, 2021.
ISBN: 979-8593579034
Number of pages: 146
Word Count: Approx. 37000
Cover Artist: SmStudioinc 

Tagline: Three Separate Wishes. One Twisted Nightmare!

Book Description: 

Just like Hopps Town, their humble home, Jessica Barlow, Jared Duval, and Adrian Cole are fostering dark secrets. Plagued by loss, cruelty, and physical abuse, these friends are kindred spirits, bound by anguish and elusive dreams. They’re soon to find the key to change, but any happy future will demand they face a haunting past and brave a lethal present.

Deep in the forest on the outskirts of town, aging and nearly forgotten, there stands a well from another time. Happening upon this relic, Adrian goads his companions to join him in making a wish. Soon, difficult though it is to admit, their luckless lives do seem to shift. The only problem is, the changes aren’t at all as they’d imagined. Seemingly, they’ve only left the pan to face the fire.

Should they hope to both survive and thrive, they’ll need to pool their wits and draw on mystic inner-power. Solving Hopps Town’s greatest mystery now means life or death.



After drying herself off, Jessica watched some TV in her room. As she flicked through the channels, she heard footsteps in the hallway.

“Is that you, mom?” There was no response. “Mom?” she called out again, but there was no answer.

Sighing, she got up and opened her bedroom door. Looking left and right, there was nobody around. “Mom?” Bertha didn’t respond. “Guess I must be hearing things.”

Laying back down on the bed, she picked up the remote.

Jessica rubbed her arms, now feeling cold. She felt a sudden chill in the room. She glanced at the window. It was closed and locked.

“Why is it so cold?”

As she stood up to get a warmer sweater, Jessica stopped. The girl swallowed hard and her heart thundered as her chair beside the door moved two itself.

“O...kay. That’s weird.” Approaching the chair cautiously, she pushed it back.

Opening the wardrobe door, she rummaged through all her sweaters. Jessica paused, hearing the wooden chair creak. Again her heart beat faster. Slowly, she half-closed the wardrobe door to take a look, even though every fiber in her being said not to. Shutting her eyes, the girl rattled off a quick prayer.

Turning around to face the chair, Jessica opened her eyes. She screamed as it now leaned forward, its two back legs high in the air. Tears threatened to drown her eyes as she jumped on the bed. Something dragged the chair across the room, stopping at the foot of her bed. It now fell back, resting on its four legs again.

Seizing her chance, Jessica bolted for the door. Just as she was about to make her exit, an invisible force slammed it shut. Jessica pulled at the handle, trying hard to open it.

“Come on, come on,” she said with a shaky breath, tears continuing to stream down her face. “Open, damn it!” When that didn’t work, Jessica banged on the door in desperation. “Mom, mom. Help!”

Her banging came to an abrupt halt when someone grabbed her ponytail, yanking it hard, pulling her to the ground. She cried out in pain as her back hit the ground hard. Ice cold fingers pulled up her sweater and t-shirt. Now they stroked and caressed her stomach.

“No, please, no!” The malevolent force ignored her pleas, continuing to crawl down towards her underwear.

Jessica wriggled and flailed her arms about to break free. Once more, she felt the acrid stench of a hot breath against her left ear.

“Get away from me, you sick bastard!”

She almost leaped off the floor when she heard his menacing Southern drawl, “You want me to leave you alone? Then forget about the well.” His ice-cold fingers no longer tugged at the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

The tight grip on her ponytail was gone. She waited a few seconds to see if Caleb had gone too. When the eerie icy atmosphere had lifted, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the bathroom. 

About the Author:

Since 2004, Aidan Lucid’s work has been published in national and international magazines, as well as various poetry anthologies. For a period of nine months in 2007, he was a film reviewer for the award-winning Irish newspaper, The Kerryman. From 2009 to 2017, Aidan was an assistant editor for Bewildering Stories e-zine. Lucid began critiquing novels and short stories in 2018 and continues to do so. In October 2019, his debut YA fantasy novel, The Lost Son, was released.

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Thursday, March 25, 2021

New Release : Mystic Invisible by Ryder Hunte Clancy #MagicalRealism #YA

New Release

Magic is forbidden. Legend will not be ignored.

Mystic Invisible

Ryder Hunte Clancy

Publisher : Winter Goose Publishing 

Paperback : 267 pages

ISBN-10 : 1952909058

ISBN-13 : 978-1952909054

Fifteen-year-old Monte moves to the mystically jeopardized Highlands of Scotland and discovers that life as a Celtic wizard is anything but easy.

Whisperings of abnormal enchantments and vicious cat siths grip the small town he now calls home. Fear is at the helm. The instigator is unknown.

And an indefinite moratorium on magic is enforced. In a race against darkness, Monte and his friends must choose who to trust before time runs out, even if it means breaking some rules and facing danger head on.

Friday, March 19, 2021

Goddess of Everything by Paul DeBlassie III #ParanormalThriller

In the Garden with Paul

One of my favorite moments of soul-filling sights during the day is to take a break from working with patients (teletherapy) and writing indie fiction so I can meander through our backyard garden amidst Kate’s ceramic sculptures, my stone carvings, and various sculptural installations (ceramic and steel) by two of our adult children, both professional artists, all placed in organically inspired spots. 

They’re always intriguing, something new catching my attention and giving me a lift.

Paul's Green Living Tips

In my home, we go out of our way to carry a light carbon footprint by driving as little as possible and recycling everything we can from paper to glass and food scraps to coffee grinds. 

I’m also a fan of buying indie ebooks instead of paper, a surefire way of enjoying what’s good and contributing a little more to replenishing Mother Earth.

Goddess of Everything
Paul DeBlassie III

Genre: Paranormal Thriller
Publisher: Hallowed Realms Press
Date of Publication: 2.11.20 
ISBN: 978-0-578-81368-4
Number of pages: 199
Word Count: 57,900
Cover Artist: Aaron C. Yeagle

Tagline: Goddess of Everything is a blood-curdling tale of the affection of one mother for her son and her son's struggle for truth, freedom, and love.

Book Description:

In the mystic land of Aztlan del Norte, a realm of supernatural happenings and unexpected turns of fate, psychiatric healer Gabriél de LaTierra encounters appalling evil within the Orphanage of the Holy Innocents. Children disappear for reasons kept secret by Mother Juana de la Cruz, Superior of the Nunnery and the Orphanage.

Love for Mother Juana, Gabriél's widowed mother turned religious superior, clouds her devoted son's mind. Consuela, Gabriél's wife, confronts his wall of denial. Torn between love for mother and wife, Gabriél turns inward.

It is Consuela who propels Gabriél's discovery of the nighttime blood sacrifice of children in the desert, a centuries-old ritual that imparts immortality to Mother and her nuns. Gabriél is further enraged by Mother Juana's vengeful attack on Consuela and her kidnapping of their four-year-old son, Cuauhtémoc. But his actions will determine whether Consuela and Cuauhtémoc live or die, and the fate of Mother Juana de la Cruz.

Goddess of Everything is a blood-curdling tale of the affection of one mother for her son and her son's struggle for truth, freedom, and love.


His mother wailed again. Nighttime darkness continued to descend, and the wind stayed its brutal course at Father’s funeral. Mother Juana hadn’t noticed the spirit of a man cloaked in light beside Gabriél. He wasn’t Gabriél’s father. He was more than a man; he was everything that Father was and more. Through the corner of his eyes, Gabriél saw the white-bearded old man. In many ways, in many forms, I will come. The words were close as heartbeats and breath. He knew if he turned and looked directly at him, the man would disappear. The light was intense, like rays of the sun. The old man had something to say.

Suddenly, unclean sounds went into Gabriél’s ears and chest—crackling and squealing voices rising from under the earth and into his body, trying to block out the lingering presence of the old man and his words. Like a god, the white-bearded man lifted his right hand, fingers spread. The noise went up from the ground into his palm, a mighty hand with powerful magic.

Gabriél’s mind became silent as a windless autumn night, magic making him still inside, just like he was when in his bedroom reading alone. The old man was strong and made what was bad cease. Even as the underworld racket stopped, the graveyard winds kept up their awful screams.

The quiet of the man and the moment wrapped strong and warm arms around Gabriél. Invisibility stood guard around the old man. Mother could not see him. No one could see him. He was there only for Gabriél. He bent down beside Gabriél and touched his shoulder. A crystal clear calm made the shrieking wind and the crying women and the priest’s strange prayers seem far, far away.

Mother’s red hair blew in the wind like it was on fire. It didn’t scare Gabriél because of the old man, his warm and solid hands steady on Gabriél’s shoulders. His kind eyes said he was ten thousand times ten-thousand-years old. His mother’s red hair and shrieking prayers no longer scared him.

Then the old man spoke, and through Gabriél’s mind sent a message, LISTEN... WHEN THE DAY GOES AWAY AND THE NIGHT COMES, REMEMBER I AM HERE. He touched Gabriél’s heart. LISTEN.

Gabriél’s mother abruptly glanced down at him. He looked into her eyes and knew she hadn’t heard the old man, but she had a squint in her eyes. Her eyes glowed red, and the old man’s hands did not move from Gabriél’s shoulders.

Big branches from the cottonwoods cast long moon shadows over the grave. Now they looked like skinny people scratching at each other, cloaking the old man. The wind picked up its screeching.

Gabriél’s heart pounded like stampeding horses.

Mother squeezed his hand. His fingers tangled together, tips burning with pain. Then she looked away and wailed more loudly than ever.

The old man continued, TELL NO ONE ABOUT ME. I WILL HELP YOU AS A BOY. I WILL HELP YOU AS A MAN. LISTEN. The old man motioned again to Gabriél’s heart and then touched between Gabriél’s eyes, the brow point.

The old man stopped and looked up.

Gabriél caught his mother’s gaze.

She’d seen the old man, pointed at him, and screeched like the evil winds.

Blistering dust and grit blinded Gabriél. He pulled his hand away from his mother and rubbed his eyes and tried to clear them, but when he looked again, squinting, he saw that the light of the old man had vanished.

His mother was wrapped in a cloud of dust. Out of the cloud came a coyote, foam curling from its mouth. It howled, and an instant later legions of dust devils took over the landscape and swallowed it in clouds of dust, trash, and tumbleweeds.

Mother reappeared beside him and picked him up. She screeched with a million hateful voices. His heart beat rapidly, fluttered like a flock of sparrows flying away. Catching his breath was hard.

“The night plays tricks,” his mother seethed, her breath hot and rank.

The winds suddenly ceased. Brown and gray clouds gave way to blackness that closed in and covered the full moon. Spirits of children rose out of their graves. They pointed at Gabriél and his mother. Their hands and fingers grew and reached to grab him, take him away under the earth.

Mother swept her black shawl over Gabriél. She whispered, “I will protect you, mijo.”

They escaped into the jet-black night.


About the Author:

Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D., is a psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico, crafting visionary thrillers energized with trickster mischief and natural magic.