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Release Day Blitz! Beyond The Divide by Skye Callahan

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Beyond the Divide (Fractured Legacy #2)


Despite unanswered questions about the nameless entity that tried to steal her life, Kaylyn returns to the only kind of normal life she knows and takes on a new paranormal case.

After investing everything they have in a farm, an unsuspecting family discovers that their problems run much deeper than the poor upkeep of the house and land. Can Kaylyn and the other investigators uncover what’s behind the growing malicious activity? And how will they all deal with new warnings from beyond the divide?

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Just as her weary eyes began to drift closed again, a shadow in the corner caught her attention. She squeezed her eyes closed for a moment, expecting whatever it was to disappear, but when she opened them again, the shadowed figure stepped forward into the light of the descending full moon.

She recognized the strawberry-blond woman from pictures and vaguely from her own dreams—Ida Troyer. Ida’s hands were clasped in front of her body, which appeared even more slender and frail in the dim lighting.

Kaylyn had a strong feeling Ida had played a large role in their overcoming the spirit attached to the Teague Hotel. A lot of the details were still jumbled in Kaylyn’s mind—a logical result when multiple entities are trying to gain control of your body, she figured. “Isn’t it, you know, frowned upon to stalk your son’s employee while she’s sleeping?”

“I’m merely checking on you, Sweetie.”

“Mmh,” Kaylyn grunted and readjusted her blankets. Even spirits had to realize it was rude to check up on anyone before coffee. Since Jonah’s father had put in some kind of spirit ward on the house—the details of which Kaylyn wasn’t privy to, she was convinced she was still dreaming. Kaylyn waited for it to shift her to a new location as it had before—expecting, at any second, to see the walls of the abandoned hotel appear around her again.

But the walls of her new bedroom remained solid, and the apparition moved a step closer.

“It was you in the hotel, wasn’t it?” Kaylyn asked.

“Partially. I helped you direct the power to your mother so she could protect you while Jonah figured out how to break your bond with the entity.” Ida’s light Irish accent rolled through the room with a lulling effect. Jonah, not surprisingly, did not share his mother’s accent, and Kaylyn thought for a moment that it was a pity. Instead, his fluctuated between a thick Minnesota accent with hints of his time spent in Alberta and Paris.

“So, it is broken?” Kaylyn asked, looking for any form of confirmation that the evil entity wouldn’t be seeking her out again, leaving a trail of burned rooms, and missing bodies in its wake. Even if that confirmation came from a dream.

Ida remained silent for a few moments. “I need a favor,” she finally said.

Ida’s obvious refusal to answer the question was disconcerting. “Favor?”

Ida’s head turned slowly as her gaze swept around the room, she was in no hurry for whatever she’d come for.

Kaylyn knotted her fingers beneath the blanket, waiting to be swept into a nightmare, waiting for the apparition to ask for some kind of impossible feat.

“Watch out for Jonah,” Ida said in a whispered plea.

The simple request didn’t bring relief, only more questions. “He’s my boss; I think it’s implied in the job description.” Not to mention she felt her debt to him burrowed into her core—where it was reluctant to give her any peace. Most of her injuries were healing, but they were still sore enough to bring back flashes of that night with every movement. There was a small cut on her left hand where Jonah had released her blood to break the bond with the entity and a burn on her right palm where Jonah’s protective necklace had seared into her skin as she channeled power from beyond the living world.

But she’d gotten off lucky. Jonah had a matching burn on his left palm and three fractured ribs from protecting her from flying debris. And her sister, Cole, although physically okay, was now dealing with the loss of her fiancé’s brother.

“Remember,” Ida said, interrupting Kaylyn’s thoughts, “going forward doesn’t always move you farther from the demons of the past.”

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Kaylyn Anderson’s fascination with abandoned places and dark creatures kindled her work as a paranormal investigator. But when dreams begin to distort reality, she questions what is real and pulls away from everyone she trusts. The opportunity to investigate the Teague Hotel–a long-abandoned landmark that has always piqued her curiosity–provides a chance to redeem herself. Unraveling the hotel’s secrets won’t be easy, but Kaylyn soon finds herself the target of a dark entity that has been trapped in the building for decades.

If Kaylyn stands any hope of defeating the spirit, she’ll have to accept that her fears are real and convince fellow investigators that she hasn’t lost her mind.

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About the Author: Skye Callahan

Skye Callahan is an Ohio-girl who has spent a lifetime chained to the imaginary worlds of the characters who live in her head. In elementary school she began writing down these characters’ stories to share with her friends and teachers. Although the paranormal was always her area of focus, she has recently followed her interest in BDSM and dark romance to venture into other realms.

When she isn’t spending time with the voices in her head, she loves spending time with her husband and two ferrets.

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Release Day Blitz! Tell Me My Name by Mary Fan and Slam by Tash McAdam

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In Mary Fan’s second novella from Glass House Press, a teen girl wakes up in an icy cell, alone and frightened. She has no memory of who she is or how she came to be there.

She does know that she must get out, at all costs. And that escape must start with remembering the simple things – her own name. Her place of origin. Her possible powers.

When a group of dark magicians reveal themselves to be her captors, she finds herself in the clutches of those who will stop at nothing to uncover the secrets locked within her lost memories. With her life fading under their merciless spells, the need to escape becomes dire.

But can she get out when she doesn’t even know who she is? Can she count on one unlikely ally for help? Or is it already too late for her, a girl without a name?

Tell Me My Name introduces the main characters in Mary’s new fantasy series, Fated Stars, with the first book, Windborn, due in late 2015.

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About Mary Fan

Mary Fan is a hopeless dreamer, whose mind insists on spinning tales of “what if.” As a music major in college, she told those stories through compositions. Now she tells them through books—a habit she began as soon as she could pick up a pencil. Flynn Nightsider and the Edge of Evil follows a well-received debut novel, a space opera titled Artificial Absolutes (2013), and is the first in the Flynn Nightsider series. Mary would like to think that there are many other novels in her bag, and hopes to prove that to the world as well.

Mary lives in New Jersey and has a B.A. from Princeton University. When she’s not scheming to create new worlds, she enjoys kickboxing, opera singing, and blogging about everything having to do with books.

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Telepaths, torture, mindwipes … the Institute has it all, and they use each of their brainwashed children as weapons, the way they see fit. To control society, repress its people. To make certain that they stay in power, no matter the cost. Serena’s baby brother Damon is one of those children, and these days he’s so altered that he doesn’t even recognize her.

When it comes to getting Damon away from those who kidnapped him, there’s nothing Serena won’t do. Even if she has to kill him to save him. First, though, she must prove to her father that she has what it takes to be a soldier against the insidious threat of the Institute. Her first mission has to be perfect.

But with inaccurate intelligence, unexpected storms, and Gav Belias, people’s hero of the Watch, on the prowl, will she even survive? If she doesn’t succeed, they’ll never let her go after her brother.

And that would be unthinkable, when it was her fault that he was taken in the first place.

Slam is Tash McAdam’s first work with Glass House Press, and serves as a prequel to her series The Psionics, with the first book, Maelstrom, due in 2015.

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About Tash McAdam

Tash McAdam’s first writing experience (a collaborative effort) came at the age of eight, and included passing floppy discs back and forth with a best friend at swimming lessons. Since then, Tash has spent time falling in streams, out of trees, learning to juggle, dreaming about zombies, dancing, painting, learning Karate, becoming a punk rock pianist, and of course, writing.

Tash is a teacher in real life, but dreams of being a full-time writer, and living a life of never-ending travel. Though born in the hilly sheepland of Wales, Tash has lived in South Korea and Chile and now calls Vancouver, Canada home.

Maelstrom, the first book in The Psionics, is Tash’s first published work. Visit the website or facebook for news, gossip, and random tidbits about Tash’s adventures.

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Book Blitz: True Colors by Melissa Pearl

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TITLE – “True Colors”
SERIES – The Masks Series
AUTHOR – Melissa Pearl
GENRE – Young Adult
PUBLICATION DATE – already published
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 207
PUBLISHER – Evatopia Press
COVER ARTIST – Kate Strawbridge/Dwell Design & Press


Caitlyn Davis always cruised through life, not being the type to ruffle feathers or involve herself in high school drama. That is, until a chance encounter with a strange, homeless man changes everything.

Suddenly, Caitlyn has the ability to see behind people’s masks. She discovers that her life isn’t as simple as she imagined and high school is filled with secrets…some very sinister ones.

Unable to ignore her new gift, Caitlyn embarks on a mission to learn why one of her friends suddenly appears terrified, but masks her fear with a bright, smiling veneer. Will Caitlyn’s new ability lead her into hot water? Or is her new found vision a blessing that will expose her friends’ true colors?

Her quest will lead Caitlyn to lose friends, stand up for those in need, and even find love.

At Palisades High School every face tells a story…



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Melissa Pearl was born in Auckland, New Zealand, but has spent much of her life abroad, living in countries such as Jordan, Cyprus and Pakistan… not to mention a nine month road trip around North America with her husband. “Best. Year. Ever!!” She now lives in China with her husband and two sons. She is a trained elementary teacher, but writing is her passion. Since becoming a full time mother she has had the opportunity to pursue this dream and her debut novel hit the internet in November 2011.



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Release Day Blitz! Captured by a Laird by Margaret Mallory

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TITLE – Captured by a Laird
SERIES – The Douglas Legacy #1
AUTHOR – Margaret Mallory
GENRE – Historical Romance/ Highland Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – September 15, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 319


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The Douglas sisters, beauties all, are valuable pawns in their family’s bitter struggle to control the Scottish Crown. But when powerful enemies threaten, each Douglas lass will find she must face them alone.


Haunted by his father’s violent death, David Hume, the new laird of Wedderburn, sets out to make his name so feared that no one will dare harm his family again. The treacherous ally who played on his father’s weakness is dead and beyond David’s vengeance, but his castle and young widow are ripe for the taking. The moment David lays eyes on the dark-haired beauty defending her wee daughters, however, he knows this frail-looking lass is the one person who could bring him to his knees.

Wed at thirteen to a man who tried daily to break her spirit, Lady Alison Douglas is looking forward to a long widowhood. But when the fearsome warrior known as the Beast of Wedderburn storms her gates, she finds herself, once again, forced to wed a stranger. Alison is only a pawn to serve his vengeance, so why does this dark warrior arouse such fiery passion and an unwelcome longing in her heart?

With death and danger looming, these two wounded souls must learn to trust each other . . . for only love can save them.





David strode through the battle raging between his men and the castle defenders in the courtyard and headed straight for the keep, intent on his goal.
The castle would fall quickly. The defenders lacked leadership and were in disarray. His only concern was whether the castle had a secret tunnel for escape. During the siege, he had spread his men out through the fields surrounding the fortress to keep watch. But he had concentrated his forces for the attack and most were now inside the castle. If there was a tunnel, he must secure the widow and her daughters before they had a chance to escape. He did not relish the idea of having to chase them down through the fields with dogs.
The defenders had foolishly waited too long to withdraw to the keep, and most were caught in the courtyard when David’s men burst through the gate. He barely spared them a glance as he ran up the steps of the keep.
With several of his warriors at his back, he burst through the doors brandishing his sword. He paused inside the entrance to hall. Women and children were screaming, and the few Blackadder warriors who had made it inside were overturning tables in a useless attempt to set up a defense.
“If ye hope for mercy, drop your weapons,” David shouted, making his voice heard above the chaos.
He locked gazes with the men who hesitated to obey his order until every weapon clanked to the floor, then he swept his gaze over the women. Their clothing confirmed what he’d known the moment he entered the hall. Blackadder’s widow was not in the room.
“Where is she?” he demanded of the closest Blackadder man.
“Who, m’lord?” the man said, shifting his gaze to the side.
“Your mistress!” David picked him up by the front of his tunic and leaned in close. “Tell me now.”
“In her bedchamber,” the man squeaked, pointing to an arched doorway. “’Tis up the stairs.”
David caught a sudden whiff of urine and dropped the man to the floor in disgust. The wretch had wet himself.
“Take him to the dungeon,” he ordered. The coward had given up his mistress far too easily.
David started up the wheeled stairs to the upper floors with his sword at the ready. He expected to encounter Blackadder warriors, protecting the lady of the castle. But there were none on the stairs and none guarding the door on the first floor.
Damn it. She must have escaped. He gritted his teeth as he envisioned the lady’s guards leading her through the tunnel.
He was about to open the chamber door to make sure it was empty when Brian, one of his best men, came down the stairs.
“Laird, I checked all the chambers while ye were in the hall,” he said.
David’s jaw ached from clenching it.
“There’s one door on the floor just above us that wouldn’t open with the latch,” Brian said. “Shall I break it down?”
David waved him aside and pulled the ax from his belt as he raced up the stairs.
“Open it!” he shouted and pounded on the door.
He did not wait. She could be escaping through a secret door this very moment. Three hard whacks with his ax, and the door split. He kicked it until it swung open, then stepped through.
At his first sight of the woman, his feet became fixed to the floor. He felt strange, and his vision was distorted, as if as if he had swallowed a magical potion that narrowed his sight. He could see nothing in the room but her.
She was extraordinarily lovely, with violet eyes, pale skin, and shining black hair. But there was something about her, something beyond her beauty, that held him captive. She was young, much younger than he expected, and her features and form were delicate, in marked contrast to the violent emotion in her eyes.
David knew to the depths of his soul that a brute like him should not be the man to claim this fragile flower, even while the word mine beat in his head like a drum. He had no notion of how long he stood staring at her before he became aware that she held a sword. It was longer still before he noticed the two wee lasses peeking out from behind her like frightened kittens.
Anger boiled up in his chest. Every Blackadder man in the castle who could still draw breath should have been here, standing between him and their lady. Instead, she faced him alone with a sword she could barely lift with both hands.
It was a brave, but ridiculous gesture.
There was no defense against him.

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MARGARET MALLORY surprised her friends & family by abandoning her legal career to write tales of romance & adventure. At long last, she can satisfy her passion for justice by punishing the bad & rewarding the worthy–in the pages of her novels.

Margaret lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, goofy dog & crabby cat. With her two children off to college, Margaret spends most of her time working on her next Scottish historical romance. Visit her website for Book Group Discussion Questions, photos of Scotland, excerpts, & other info. Margaret loves to hear from readers!




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Book Blitz: Broken Forest by Eliza Tilton

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Hopeless he’ll never be more than the boy who didn’t save his brother, 17-year-old Avikar accepts his life as the family stable boy, trying to forget the past. But when his sister, Jeslyn, is kidnapped, the thought of losing another sibling catapults him on a desperate quest. With his best friend by his side, and using the tracking skills he learned from his father, he discovers Jeslyn has been taken, kidnapped by one Lucino, the young lord of Daath, a mystical place thought only to exist in fables.

And Lucino has plans for Jeslyn.
His shapeshifter brethren feed off the auras of humans, and Jeslyn’s golden hue is exactly what Lucino needs to increase his power. The longer it takes Avikar to reach her, the more entranced she becomes with Lucino’s world, and the harder it will be for Avikar to set her free.

He failed his family once. He won’t fail again.

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Eliza is a great writer. I couldn’t put it down. I love the characters and the world she has created. It has some great twists and turns. Jeslyn is taken to a world that humans didn’t think existed other than in stories. The longer she is there the more entranced she becomes with it. Her brother goes after her only to find it will be harder than he thinks to free her. Want to know what happens add it to your TBR list. You won’t be disappointed. I look forward to reading more of her books.









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Eliza graduated from Dowling College with a BS in Visual Communications. When she’s not arguing with excel at her day job, or playing Dragon Age 2, again, she’s writing. Her stories hold a bit of the fantastical and there’s always a romance. She resides on Long Island with her husband, two kids and one very snuggly pit bull.

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Release Day Blitz: Pride by Rosie Somers



PRIDE by Rosie Somers
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Seventeen-year-old Gabriella Pierce is used to taking care of herself, but she’s about to become responsible for a whole lot more. When she gets a visit from three men claiming to be defenders of fantastical rings imbued with the powers of THE CARDINAL SINS, her life is changed irrevocably.
Gabby is the steward of PRIDE


To make matters worse, she’s falling hard for fellow steward, Grant Barnett, and he hates her guts. Now Gabby has to learn to protect Pride without letting her feelings for Grant get in the way.


Release Date: September 9, 2014


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Rosie Somers is a YA author who lives in Florida, soaking up the year round sunshine. She can often be found in her favourite spot on her favourite beach, nose-deep in a good book.


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Book Blitz: The Misadventures of Hobart Hucklebuck by Stan Swanson




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The Misadventures of Hobart Hucklebuck: Magic and Mayhem, by Stan Swanson

Genre: middle-grade, action-adventure fantasy

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Date of Publication: August 7th, 2014.

Cover Artist: Ricky Gunawan


Things are not as they should be in Pennywhistle. Enchanted toasters are not toasting, enchanted sprinklers are not sprinkling and Hobart Hucklebuck’s origami messenger birds are suddenly attacking him.

Someone seems to be draining the power from all of the enchanted items in the village. But who could it be and why have they implicated Hobart’s grandfather?

“The Misadventures of Hobart Hucklebuck” follows Hobart and his friends, Specks Spacklethack and Rosie Rumpleskirt, as they try to solve this mystery and free Hobart’s grandfather from the Tower of Tribulation on Mumblemonk Mountain.

The trio’s investigation into the mysterious happenings on Druid Lane gets them into hot water more than once and ultimately brings them dangerously close to disaster not only for themselves, but the entire village of Pennywhistle.


Chapter Two

Beware the Nefarious Nosenibbler!

Hobart excavated the disaster beneath his bed and dug out his Hover Heels. It took him several minutes to find them, as they were buried behind a mound of comic books, dirty socks, and dust bunnies. It was actually amazing they were so well concealed, considering he had just used them only yesterday afternoon.

He took the stairs down from his room two at a time, careful to make sure Flora was nowhere in sight. He could almost hear her saying, “You’re going to break your neck, young man!” as he sauntered through the kitchen into the Hocus Pocus Magic Shop. The shop, owned and operated by his grandfather, occupied most of the first floor of their home. It was still filled with shadows this early in the morning and wouldn’t open for a couple of more hours. The boy usually took time to linger and marvel at the hundreds of enchanted and magical items in the display cases and shelves, but this morning was different.

Hobart had already planned to meet his best friend, Specks, for a day of, well, who-knew-what, but days when they didn’t have to go to school seldom needed much planning. He would take the bread back to Gerk’s Groceries, then zip across town to Specks’ house. Maybe they could even see if Rosie was around and ask her if she’d like to take a trip to Mumblemonk Meadows. The Flutterbyes were always plentiful this time of year.

He tried to hang on to his Hover Heels and not squash the loaf of bread at the same time as he opened the door, but it wasn’t an easy task. He finally pulled it open and stumbled outside. The bright morning sun didn’t help matters, and he found it difficult to keep his balance as he narrowly avoided colliding with someone walking past the shop.

“Excuse me,” he managed to spit out as the loaf of bread and his Hover Heels slipped from his grasp.

“Well, I should hope so!” a dark-haired lady huffed.

Hobart bent over to retrieve the dropped items. The bread was beginning to show signs of abuse, and he hoped that Mr. Gerk wouldn’t give him a hard time about returning it.

“You really should watch where you’re going, young man,” the lady said, not finished with her scolding of the boy.

Hobart squinted into the glare of the morning sun behind the woman’s head.

It was Delphenia Dragonwart, Druid Lane’s newest shop owner. She had recently moved to Pennywhistle and opened her shop, the Oracle, just down the street. She shifted her red sunbrella from one side to the other and glared at him.

She spun the sunbrella on her shoulder and straightened the seams of her perfectly unruffled red dress. It seemed to Hobart that the only thing hurt in the near-collision was the woman’s pride. But that seemed to be enough.

“Young people simply have no respect these days,” she persisted. She pushed her long, dark hair away from her deep, green eyes. It immediately fell back, its blackness hiding the sharpness of her pale features. “Don’t they teach etiquette in school these days?”

Hobart shrugged, not quite knowing what the lady expected to hear.

She inspected him closer.

“You’re Wicksford Waxenbee’s grandson, aren’t you? Herbert, isn’t it?”

“Hobart,” he corrected her.

“Well, Herbert, I guess that explains it. I’ve heard about that eccentric grandfather of yours. Of course, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him yet.”

She used the word “pleasure” in a way that made Hobart squirm a little as he stood there in front of her. Her tone indicated she wasn’t really in a hurry to meet his grandfather at all and that she definitely didn’t consider the possibility a pleasure.

Even though the lady had only been in town a short time, Hobart had already heard rumors about her. But he had been taught better manners than to mention them, regardless of what the lady thought about his etiquette or his grandfather. That didn’t keep him from thinking them, though. Thinking them? That gave Hobart a start. What if this strange lady really could read minds? After all, the sign in her window read “Prophecies, Predictions, and Prognostications.”

Hobart gulped quite loudly.

Delphenia Dragonwart’s new business had become quite popular since her arrival in Pennywhistle. Many of her clients were some of the town’s more prominent citizens. Of course, their visits were at odd times of the day and night. Apparently, they didn’t want to become a matter of town gossip. That didn’t stop the talk, however. Pennywhistle was, after all, a small town. And rumors were one of the village’s favorite pastimes.

Hobart realized he hadn’t been listening as the woman continued with their one-sided conversation. Would he ever make to Specks’ house?

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “What did you say?”

She rolled her eyes. “I said, your etiquette is sorrowful, Herman. Young people have no manners these days. None at all!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as politely as possible. “And the name is Hobart.”

“Perhaps, Humbert, I should speak with your grandfather.”

“No, ma’am, it’s Herbert… I mean, Hobart,” he mumbled.

“Well, no matter,” she replied. “I’m sure it wouldn’t do much good anyway.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“I would, however, like you to ask your grandfather something. Please tell him I wish to discuss the purchase of that old mirror he has. And tell him I refuse to deal with that dreadful ghost-thing floating about in there. I thought those creatures were against the law. It’s beneath me to have to deal with such a thing. Can you possibly remember to relay that message, Humphrey?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, not even bothering to correct her again.

Delphenia Dragonwart whirled around, her long, red dress swirling about her. She twirled her bright red sunbrella and marched away, shoulders straight and head upright. She crossed the street toward her shop, not even giving notice to a carriage that screeched to a halt to avoid running her over.

She folded her sunbrella, opened her shop door, and entered. A lady who had been lingering at the corner, her face hidden behind a scarf, followed her inside. Hobart wasn’t sure, but he thought it might have been Pernacious Prattfall’s wife. No wonder she’s hiding her face, Hobart thought. It certainly wouldn’t do to have the wife of a Bureaucratic Minister seen on Druid Lane having her fortune read.

He sat down on the bench in front of Bladderblott’s Books and tugged on his Hover Heels. He laced them up nice and snug, then tested his balance as he stood.

“Skates up,” he commanded after retrieving the loaf of bread from the bench.

He shifted his weight as the Hover Heels elevated his feet a couple of inches above the ground. It always took a moment for him and the skates to get into synch.

“Forward!” he commanded.

He moved smoothly down the sidewalk, leaning slightly to his right, and immediately veered off across Druid Lane, deciding to take the long way around. The town of Pennywhistle was small, and it didn’t take much time to get from one end to the other, even when walking.

He leaned forward, and his speed increased as he glided around the corner onto Bumperchuck Boulevard. He moved effortlessly, his flight smooth as salamander silk. The bumpiness of the cobblestone street beneath him was hardly noticeable. It only took him a minute to reach the intersection at Wizard Way, and he decided to take the shortcut through the next alley.

It happened so fast that Hobart doubted even a fortune-teller like Delphenia Dragonwart could have seen it coming.

The cats appeared as if by magic.

At one moment, the passageway was quiet and normal―well, as normal as things can be in the village of Pennywhistle―and then, it wasn’t.

Why couldn’t it have been dogs or squirrels or even animated gnomes? No, it had to be cats!

Hobart Hucklebuck wasn’t fond of cats.

No, that wasn’t quite true. Hobart Hucklebuck feared cats worse than death itself. Of course, to him they might as well have been one in the same. No one knew why he was so fearful of the friendly little felines, which most people seemed to adore. His mother and father―now off on one of their grand archeology expeditions―had no clue. Neither did his grandfather―a Seventh-Level wizard and enchanter―or even Flora, who seemed to know everything there was to know about Pennywhistle and its inhabitants. In any case, people who knew him often didn’t even speak of the feline species when Hobart was in the room.

Cats darted at him from every conceivable direction. They seemed to spring magically out of the dozens of crates and cartons stacked and scattered about the alley. They dashed from drainpipes, blossomed out of barrels, and bounded out of boxes.

It was a nightmare.

The stampede consisted of every breed imaginable. Cats of every conceivable color and size seemed to emerge out of thin air. Nefarious Nosenibblers, White-Whiskered Wagtails, and Palidromium Purrfects bounced off brick walls like pingle-pong balls. Not to mention two or three Stringtailed Stubbies somersaulting over his head as if in a circus act.

Hobart tried to maintain his balance, but his Hover Heels had a mind of their own and attempted to adjust to the situation in order to avoid the onrushing animals. The skates jerked him left, then yanked him back to the right. His decision to remain motionless was ignored as the skates did exactly what they had been enchanted to do. Avoid obstacles. Hobart felt himself lifted six inches off the ground―the maximum altitude for factory-enchanted skates―as a huge, orange cat zipped beneath him. He somehow managed to remain upright.

The last cat in the batch to dance into his projected path was just a kitten. Ironically, it was also his downfall. To be precise, it was nothing more than a tiny, three-toed tangerine tabby. Hobart’s Hover Heels arced into a dizzying loop to avoid the animal. Hobart felt weightless for what seemed like forever, but his rear end finally bounced off the cobblestone pavement, and he cartwheeled flat-faced into the gutter.

He gasped for breath. It felt as if every ounce of air had been forced from his lungs. Hobart lay there, stunned. If he hadn’t heard the moans and groans escaping from between his lips, he might have thought he was dead.

Hobart jerked his arm away as something brushed it. He slowly―and a little painfully―opened his eyes and gazed around. Cats continued to zoom around the alley. They reminded Hobart of cardboard cutouts in a carnival shooting gallery. Even in his groggy condition, he knew they weren’t behaving in a normal fashion. Of course, as far as he was concerned, nothing cats did was normal.

The antics of the frenzied animals finally slowed, and after a few excruciatingly long minutes, they returned to being typical cats doing typical cat things. Not that this diminished Hobart’s fear. The only thing that would be able to accomplish that state of mind would be the disappearance of the little monsters, completely. Unfortunately for Hobart, that didn’t come quickly.

Some of the critters yawned and stretched while others simply hissed at each other. A few sat down to lick themselves, but cats being cats, far too many of them were curious about the young boy sprawled on the cobblestone.

The animals regarded him with interest, but Hobart knew their curiosity would soon get the best of them and they would approach him for closer inspection. He looked frantically about the alley for an avenue of escape, but the cats were everywhere. He shivered uncontrollably. He could think of a million other places he would rather be at the moment. The lava pits of Lost Island? The foul-smelling swamps of the Nether Regions?

He might even make the choice to be locked in the Tower of Tribulation rather than to be lying here helpless in his favorite shortcut through the village. Or, what used to be his favorite shortcut. Hobart doubted he would ever take it again. If he survived the morning. The boy took a deep breath and sat up. His aches and pains were forgotten for the moment. Remaining alive seemed to be his primary concern.

“Big deal,” he whispered to himself. “It’s only a few little kitties. All I need to do is talk my feet into cooperating and get the flooglesnort out of here. Just move nice and slow. Yes, nice and slow…”

But Hobart lost it completely the moment a feline brushed up against him. He yelped―hoping he didn’t sound like a six-year-old girl―and tried to stand, but a wave of dizziness swept over him. He plopped back down on the cobblestone pavement, nearly squashing a White-Whiskered Wagtail in the process.

No longer trusting his Hover Heels, he pulled them off his feet. He stood slowly, placing a hand on the lid of a garbage can for balance. The can, dented and wobbly, promptly tipped over and Hobart found himself flat on his face again, this time covered with day-old stinkpot stew and fried famish.

He groaned and tried to clear his head to figure out a solution for his predicament.

Maybe I can scare them off with a blastball.

Hobart closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated as hard as he could to conjure a ball of light in his hand. The familiar tingle buzzed in his palm. Maybe he could actually do it right for once.

His exhilaration was short-lived. Not only did the tingle disappear in a puff of smoke with a slight smell of ozone, but his failed spell stung his arm all the way up to his elbow. But it was the laughter from the rear of the alley that caused his eyes to pop open.

“Afraid of a few little kitty cats, Hucklebuck?”

The cats scattered as fast as they had appeared when they realized another human had entered the alley. Hobart blinked twice. The voice was very familiar. And not in a comforting sense, either.

A dark figure stood at the end of the alley, casually leaning against a lamppost. Could things get any worse? Had someone actually witnessed his entire, embarrassing ordeal?

Hobart squinted into the shadows of the alley. “I should have known,” he muttered, wiping a splotch of blood and day-old garbage from his cheek.

It was Pickwick Prattfall.

Hobart stood very slowly and took a step forward, still a little unsteady on his feet. He touched a bump forming on his forehead and sent Pickwick a scathing scowl.

“It’s against the law to enchant stuff unless you’re certified, Pick. It’s also against the law to enchant living creatures.”

“What?” the bully asked innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Enchanted cats, you say? My, my, that would be devious and mischievous. And quite an achievement, too. Of course, using magic to accomplish anything would be an achievement for you, wouldn’t it?”

“You can deny it all you want,” Hobart shot back out of anger. He was hurt more by Pick’s words than getting bounced around on the cobblestone pavement. “I don’t see anyone else around here. And those cats certainly weren’t behaving like any cats I’ve ever seen before. You had to have cast an enchantment on them, Pick.”

Pickwick Prattfall’s eyebrows arched upward. “It’s your word against mine, Slowbart. Or maybe that garbage can could be a witness for you. Maybe it’s just a full moon or something. Who knows? Besides, whoever heard of anyone being afraid of a few little kitty cats? You act as if it was some big cat-astrophe.”

Hobart stepped forward. “Well, maybe I’m not fond of cats, Pick, but I’m sure not afraid of you.”

In reality, he was a little afraid of the son of the man who ran the Bureau of Magical Abuse and Misuse―which seemed rather ironic under the circumstances)―but his indignation pushed the thought aside.

Pickwick Prattfall laughed. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Throw a few feeble blastballs at me? My five-year-old sister conjures up blastballs that are better than yours. I still can’t believe your grandfather is one of the most respected magicians in the world. Magic must have skipped a generation, huh?”

“I wasn’t thinking about trying another blastball, Pick,” Hobart replied as he formed a fist with each hand. (Even though it hurt his scratched and scraped fingers to do so.)

Without thinking, Pickwick took a step back. He was a year older than Hobart, but being older and bigger doesn’t always translate to being braver. He was a typical bully. Always ready with lots of nastiness and teasing, but never quite ready to fight. But then, the corners of his mouth turned up in an evil grin.

“Look out, Hucklebuck!” Pickwick shouted. “There’s a cat sneaking up behind you!”

Hobart jerked his head around and immediately smacked his forehead on a Watch Out for Bumps sign. That, of course, resulted in another lump forming on his already tender skull.

And, whether for better or worse, there was no cat.

Pickwick broke into a fit of giggles and guffaws.

“What’s going on here?”

The two boys glanced toward the end of the alley.

“Well, well,” Pick said as he hitched up his pants. “If it isn’t Rosie-Posie, too-darned-nosy.”

Rosie Rumpleskirt stood at the other end of the alley, hands placed firmly on hips in a familiar pose. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for an explanation. The girl reminded Hobart of a miniature version of Flora Flaxenfluff. Under different circumstances, the image would have seemed humorous.

Pickwick hesitated. He had briefly considered taking on Hobart, but Rosie Rumpleskirt was another matter. The girl’s hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and she had a touch of dirt on her cheek. It was very apparent to Hobart that Pick had no intention of tangling with her. The last boy who had teased her had returned to school the next day with a mysteriously acquired black eye.

The girl glanced at Hobart. “Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” Hobart replied rather gruffly. “Prattfall was just leaving. Weren’t you, Pick?”

The bully’s grin revealed two missing front teeth.

“Sure,” he replied casually. “I wouldn’t want to be around in case another pack of ferocious felines attacks. Those furry little critters are so dangerous. In fact, maybe you’d better let your girlfriend walk you home, Slowbart. Maybe she can even kiss your ‘owies’ for you.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Hobart blurted.

He felt bad about the remark the moment it escaped his lips. And the fallen look on Rosie’s face made him feel even worse. He knew the girl―a year younger than he―had a small crush on him. He didn’t really mind, but he would deny it with his last breath if ever asked. Rosie was actually pretty when she cleaned herself up, and she was a blast to hang around. In fact, he and Rosie and Specks had spent many an adventure together over the last year or two.

Pickwick laughed again. “Hobart and Rosie sitting in a tree…” The bully stuck out his tongue at Rosie in an attempt to show he wasn’t afraid of her and then strolled casually out of the alley and turned up the street toward Twirlin’ Merlin’s Enchanted Toy Store.

Rosie walked over to Hobart. She reached out to inspect the scrape on his cheek, but he jerked away.

“I just wanted to see how bad it was,” she explained. “You look like you were attacked by a wild rosebush.”

“I’m fine!” Hobart snapped, struggling to regain his composure.

“Hobart, I’m just trying to help!”

“Who said I need any help?”

Between his battered body and wounded pride, Hobart Hucklebuck found himself in no mood for sympathy.

A rare tear rolled down Rosie Rumpleskirt’s face. By the time Hobart reacted and properly scolded himself for acting like a jerk, she had turned and walked away.

“Rosie, wait!”

The girl quickened her pace, not even acknowledging she had heard him.

Hobart sighed.

He felt like just plopping down in the garbage and sitting there for the rest of his life, but he finally picked up his Hover Heels. He tied the laces together and hung them around his neck. He was in no hurry to put them on. You never knew when another cat might pop out of a drainpipe. Besides, he was too sore to bend over and put them on again. The loaf of bread was nearly smashed beyond recognition, and Hobart left it lying with the rest of the trash in the alley.

He limped out into the main street and tried not to think about his bruises, bumps, scrapes, and scratches. He knew Specks had been expecting him, but he was no longer in the mood and had wounds to repair. Physically and mentally. He hoped his friend would understand.

He hobbled back toward Druid Lane, wondering if he was ever going to start enjoying spring break.



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Stan Swanson is a Bram Stoker award finalist and author of eight books including Forever Zombie (a collection of short stories), Write of the Living Dead (a highly-praised writing guide written with Araminta Star Matthews and Rachel Lee) and Return of the Scream Queen (co-authored with Michael McCarty and Linnea Quigley). He is also editor/publisher for Dark Moon Books and Dark Moon Digest. Upcoming titles include Horror High School: Return of the Loving Dead (the first book in a young adult horror series co-written with Araminta Star Matthews), Dead Sparrows (a collection of apocalyptic poetry) and The Methlands (a horror novel co-written with award-winning author Joe McKinney).
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Book Blitz: The Other Lamb by Katie Young

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The Other Lamb, by Katie Young

Genre: fantasy, paranormal-horror

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Date of Publication: August 28th, 2014.

Cover Artist: Polina Sapershteyn (



Incarcerated on Earth as punishment for breeding with humans, the Watchers found a way to escape. Zach is living proof of that…even though someone has cut out his heart.

When Zach turns eighteen he develops an insatiable thirst for blood, but he tries to bury his fears and go on enjoying his birthday. His best friend Kim has scored them tickets to the hottest gig in town. But a charged encounter with his idol, the enigmatic rock star known as Grigory, leads to a revelation that shatters everything Zach thinks he knows about himself and the world, and places everyone dear to him in grave danger.

Zach is a Naphil, the forbidden offspring of a mortal woman and a Watcher. When those who seek to destroy him snatch Kim, Zach is forced to embark on a journey of discovery spanning continents and ages. With the help of a mysterious stranger named Sam, Zach must unearth the truth about his parentage, find Kim, and discover who has stolen his heart…before he triggers the apocalypse.

 My Review:

Great book. I couldn’t put it down. The characters that Katie has created are great. I love the twists and turns in the book. The new twist on angels she uses is awesome. This is one book readers who love to read about angels will love. It’s action packed and a page turner. Want to find out how it ends add it to your TBR list. You won’t be disappointed.  I look forward to reading more of Katie’s books.







About The Author:

Katie Young is a writer and occasional zombie movie ‘supporting artiste’. She also works in kids’ TV but wishes she were a rock star. She has various shorts available for download from Ether Books, and features in anthologies from Collaboration of the Dead Press, Angelic Knight Press, Indigo Mosaic, Song Stories Press, Static Movement and Fox Spirit Books. Her story, Atelic, was shortlisted for the 2010 Writers’ & Artists’ Year Book short fiction prize, and she is a regular contributor to the Are You Sitting Comfortably? story-telling events run by White Rabbit. Katie also writes TV reviews for The Cult Den. The Other Lamb is her first novel. She lives in South East London with her partner and a second-hand cat. She is not a natural redhead.
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Release Day Blitz: Surrounded by S.C. Ellington


A Novel by SC Ellington

Unsettled Romance Series #2

Releases 5th August 2014

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Everything was falling into place. Even amongst all the chaos of Washington D.C., Brooklyn and Logan found each other.

Brooklyn never expected Logan…and as it always seems to happen with her…things fell apart. She has been through this before…was she strong enough to do it again?

On the outside, Logan was the epitome of wealth and confidence. Many knew his name but few knew his secrets. He never expected Brooklyn…but now she’s walked away. He knew what they shared mattered to her…and she…she mattered to him more.

S.C. Ellington is an up and coming author who enjoys expressing her creativity through frequently writing adult, contemporary romance novels that readers can relate to, but more importantly, enjoy.

Aside from writing, Ellington enjoys curling up with her e-reader and absorbing herself in novels loaded with emotion, desire, and passion. She also likes to spend sunny, wistful afternoons, in her hammock thinking up new ideas for great stories. Her debut novel, Unsettled was generated while consuming her favourite snacks – hot chocolate and popcorn

Ellington currently resides on the west coast with her beautiful Keurig, family and loving friends.

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After a horrific breakup with her long-time boyfriend, Brooklyn Caldwell is completely disenchanted with the notion of mingling with the opposite sex. Damon Williams had been everything she thought she wanted…until he wasn’t.

In an attempt to escape her heartbreaking past, Brooklyn seeks refuge in bustling Washington DC where she folds into the fast paced society unnoticed…until she meets a young entrepreneur, Logan Colton.

Brooklyn is surprised to find that while she has been successful in keeping the opposite sex at bay, somehow she is defenceless against Logan’s confidence and charm—and it doesn’t hurt that he is absurdly beautiful. While thrilled with Logan’s candour, Brooklyn hesitates, as she can’t seem to move past the heartache that she suffered at the hands of Damon.

As much as Logan didn’t plan on pursuing her, he is drawn to Brooklyn’s muted beauty and her witty persona. For all his success, Logan is ensnared in the coveted world of unequivocal wealth and power, but behind closed doors is taunted by demons and an undeniable need to atone for a monumental mistake.

As the two embark on a tumultuous obstacle course saturated with unknown twists and turns, Brooklyn is left to question whether she can endure the journey ahead.

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Book Blitz: Hidden Intentions by Stacy Claflin











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Hidden Intentions by Stacy Claflin
(The Transformed)
Publication date: Summer 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance

Fun-loving Clara is keeping a dark and deadly secret from William, the love of her life.

Not because she wants to hide things from him, but because her story is so unbelievable he will probably think she’s crazy.

If she tells him, she could lose him. If she doesn’t tell him, she will.



My Review:

Another great one by Stacy. I couldn’t put it down. This time around we have Clara’s and William’s story. We find out more about Clara’s background and how William’s family is tied to hers. I love the world and the characters that Stacy has created with this series. It has some great twists and turns. Readers won’t be disappointed. If you haven’t added it to your TBR list you need to. I look forward to reading more of Stacy’s books.









I love writing, reading, and watching most anything paranormal. My favorite shows include Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, Fringe, Pretty Little Liars, and Once Upon a Time.
I’ve been writing and telling stories for as long as I can remember. As a kid, my story telling would get me into trouble when I would try to convince others that my stories were real.

When I’m not busy writing, I spend time with my family. I also run a home preschool and educate my kids from home.

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Posted by on 08/04/2014 in Book Blitz, Promos


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