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Cover Reveal: FOUNTAIN DEAD by THERESA BRAUN

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How cool is this cover?! I’m thrilled to host this reveal today, and tell you all about Theresa Braun’s first full-length novel, Fountain Dead! Theresa is also giving away a $25 Amazon Gift Card, so be sure to enter at the bottom!

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Fountain Dead

Expected Publication: Mid-November

Genre: Mature YA Horror/ Paranormal

Mark is uprooted from his home and high school in the Twin Cities and forced to move with his family into a Victorian in Nowhere-ville. Busy with the relocation and fitting in, Mark’s parents don’t see what’s unfolding around them—the way rooms and left behind objects seem alive with a haunted past.

Of course, Mark keeps his ghostly encounters to himself, all the while sinking deeper into the house’s dark, alluring, and ultimately terrifying history. As romantic entanglements intensify, the paranormal activity escalates. Past and present come together. Everything is connected—from the bricks in the walls to the hearts beating in their chests, all the secrets of Fountain Dead are finally unearthed.

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Excerpt

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The vapor wafting from the stagnant pool smelled like the rancid rot from inside a carcass. Mark felt he breathed in fire. The gooey surface boiled and foamed as if a prehistoric substance. His heart stopped as something emerged. A goopy and gnarled dome became a sickly face. The eyelids still closed, the rest of the form rose, covered in green.

A tattered dress clung to the feminine curves. The cloth slipped from the shoulders, drawing his attention to her skin. The texture made him gag.

A sour taste of bile filled his mouth. His skin contracted as he contemplated her spongy flesh. Her black eyes sprang open like a demonic doll’s. Her inhuman gaze stabbed his very core, and he knew he was facing a soul-less being. The eyes burned like hot stove burners.

A decomposing hand extended toward his throat.

Mark woke, wet with perspiration. His pillowcase and sheets were damp, as if he’d taken a swim in the fountain. That idea made him unable to breathe. His heartbeat sped along at a rate close to heart attack status as he tried not to blow a gasket about the evil that lie in wait. He whipped his pillow from behind his head and squashed it to his chest. No one would grasp what he’d been feeling—or what he’d been seeing.

His lip trembled.

Something—a fiend, a spirit, the fountain—wanted to hurt him.

Mark’s chest compressed.

The devil on his shoulder advised him that his mother had to be right. All of the metal music, the cartoons, the swearing, had been an invitation for demons and darkness. Forget the fact that none of his friends had ever mentioned opening some gateway to hell. These dark forces had chosen him.

He lied back, exhaustion sinking him deeper into the mattress. After pulling the blood warm sheets up to his chin, he shunned the moonlight streaming into the room. The crooked claws of the branches squealed against the half-open windowpane. Summer’s hot breath puffed into the house. Mark didn’t have to strain to hear its griping—the sighs of the woodwork and the building’s various joints.

The door to the servants’ quarters was open again. However, that bothered him less and less. A perfume of fragrant flowers sent him to sleep.

About the Author

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Hmmm. What’s this? Looks like Ms. Braun left her computer on and her Goodreads bio open.

This should be fun.

What can we say about Theresa? I mean other than the fact that she’s weirdly obsessed with smiley faces :-). Like, seriously obsessed >:-*. It’s kinda scary :-O.

I think she thinks she’s from Renaissance England or Venice or something. I never could figure out which one it was. (She’s really bad at doing accents.)

She likes romance novels and crime TV, which are pretty much the same thing when you think about it. Ha! Am I right?

She has a hell of a singing voice. Seriously. It’s, like, seventh circle of hell bad.

She likes editing. A lot. Just wait till she get’s aload a this.

Cats. Shoes. Chips and salsa. In that order.

Yeah, that last part didn’t make sense to me either.

Theresa Braun

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Book Trailer Reveal: DEAD STEAM by Bryce Raffle

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I am so happy to share this really cool book with you and reveal its amazing trailer! If you like the cover, wait to you see this! There is also a chance to win a digital copy of Dead Steam, so make sure to enter the giveaway at the bottom!

DeadSteam_Ebook.jpgDead Steam: A Chilling Collection of Dreadpunk Tales of the Dark and Supernatural

Expected Publication Date: October 1st, 2018

Genre: Anthology/ Dreadpunk/ Dark Steampunk/ Horror

Reader beware: to open this tome is to invite dread into your heart. Every page you turn will bring you closer to something wicked. And when the dead begin to rise from the steaming pits of hell, only then will you discover that it is already too late. Your life is forfeit.

Featuring an introduction by Leanna Renee Hieber, author of the Eterna Files and Strangely Beautiful saga, DeadSteam plays host to the scintillating writing of David Lee Summers (Owl Dance, The Brazen Shark), Jen Ponce (The Bazaar, Demon’s Cradle), Wendy Nikel (The Continuum), Karen J Carlisle (The Adventures of Viola Stewart), Jonah Buck (Carrion Safari), and more…

With seventeen chilling tales of Dreadpunk, Gaslamp, and Dark Steampunk, DeadSteam will leave you tearing at the pages, desperate for more. For within these pages, the dead rise from their graves to haunt the London Underground, witches whisper their incantations to the wind, a sisterhood of bitten necks hunts fog-drenched alleyways lit only by gaslight, and only one thing is certain: that dread will follow you until you turn that final page.

And that sinking feeling in the pit of your chest? That fear that something is following you, watching you, hunting you? It is not for nothing. Look over your shoulder, dear reader. Watch behind you. Listen to the whispers in the darkness.

But know this…it is all inevitable.

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Excerpt

Burke Street Station

The city was frost and fog. Icy crystals formed on the windows of the train station. Breath drifted up in a hazy clouds like puffs of cigarette smoke as Theodore tried to warm his hands, blowing hot breath onto his stiff, cold fingers and rubbing his hands together vigorously. When that failed, he thrust them back into his coat pockets, cursing under his breath. His threadbare coat offered little warmth. Drafts of wind found their way through the broken stitching and the tears in his sleeves like rats scrambling through the cracks in the station walls. A discarded page of newsprint, caught in the rushing wind, tumbled and turned in the air and landed, crumpled and torn, at Theodore’s feet.

He stooped over, picked it up, and glanced at the engraving of a wanted man. Even without a skill for reading, he knew what name was printed beneath the picture of masked man on the page. Anthony Tidkins.

Wanted, he read. That was one word Theodore recognized. Crimes was another, and then, finally…murder.

Rubbish. The newspapers always tried to make villains out of the radical thinkers of the world. The Resurrectionists, who named their organization after the sack-em-up men who provided the anatomists with subjects for their scientific endeavors, were scientists. They had provided the world with aether, revolutionizing air travel. They had brought Prince Charles back from the brink of death. They had devised the engines for the London Underground. Anthony Tidkins himself promised to cure death. Yet the newspaper men still called for his blood. Theodore balled up the page and shoved it in his pocket.

He pulled out his trick coin as he approached the gate. The station master was asleep at his booth, a little dribble of spit running down his chin. Typical. Thoedore stuck his coin in the machine, waited for the gate to open, and then, with a light tug on the fishing line threaded through a little hole in the tip of the coin, it popped back out. Easy. He was in before anybody noticed what he had done. He pocketed the coin and started down the hallway.

Tap-tap, clack, tap-tap, clack, his shoes beat a rhythm on the stone steps. The sole of his left shoe was beginning to wear, and the heel of his shoe tapped against the heel of his foot as he walked. He puffed on his hands again, and peeked over his shoulder. No one was after him. He had done this trick a thousand times before. So why did he feel like there was someone watching him?

Clack, tap-tap, clack. Again, he glanced over his shoulder. The odd double-rhythm of his broken shoe was suddenly unnerving in the deserted station. Where were all the other passengers? Nice folks avoided this place like the plague, especially after midnight. The oil lamps that lit Burke Street Station were so routinely out of oil that he could hardly find his own feet in front of him, but still, Theodore expected to see other passengers. But where were the other vagrants? They should be sleeping in the dark corners of the hallway under blankets made of rags. And the boys from the blacking factory should be heading home from their long shifts, fingers stained black with powders and oil. But there was no one. Only the rats skittering through rat tunnels to keep him company.

Tap-tap, clack, tap-tap, clack.

Another set of footsteps began to follow his own, beating out a different rhythm. A steady tap, tap, tap, tap. He paused to listen, and nothing but silence greeted him. He glanced over his shoulder. Nobody there.

He continued onward, and again, a second set of footsteps started up behind him. He paused to listen. This time, they didn’t stop.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Whoever it was, they were getting closer. Closer and closer, louder and louder, tapping out a steady rhythm as they approached down the long, dark hallway. He could almost make out the solitary figure in the gloomy, hazy light, but then the fog grew thicker, and whatever he thought he’d seen was gone. The footsteps kept on getting louder, though, and closer. He turned and ran down the hallway.

A long flight of steps delved deeper into the darkness of Burke Street Station, down, down toward the platform. The train was already rumbling, announcing its approach. It vibrated through Theodore’s toes to the tip of his spine, rattling his bones.

He grabbed the railing all but flew down the staircase. The rumble of the train grew louder and clearer.

“Shit,” Theodore cursed. Taking the steps two at a time, he hurtled down the steps and didn’t stop when he reached the bottom.

Nails on a blackboard. The tines of silverware scraping against a ceramic plate. The screaming madmen at Newgate Asylum. The anguished cry of a mother weeping over her stillborn babe. Theodore had heard these sounds all, but not one compared to the shrill screech of an automatic train rolling into Burke Street. Iron wheels grinding against iron tracks. Hot metal sending up sparks, belching out steam as black as sin. The carriages rattling and clanging against one another. The hiss of hot coal burning in the engines. The shriek of brakes as the train ground to a halt. If it went on long enough, it would surely drive a man mad. Theodore covered his ears with his hands, pressing them against his head to muffle out the deafening noise, and waited for the thundering train to come to a halt.

When it did, he realized it must have drowned out the sound of the steadily approaching footsteps he’d heard in the hallway, because he could hear them again, and they were closer. So close he half expected to feel someone’s hot breath on his neck. He whirled around, but there was no one there. Silence greeted him like an old friend. His heart hammered against his chest.

“There’s no one there,” he muttered to himself. But he didn’t sound convinced.

A smell lingered in the air, as if something foul had passed through. The smell was familiar enough, the breath of a man with rotting teeth. It was a foul, cloying stench. He spun around again, and this time found himself face to face with the man to whom those dreaded footsteps belonged.

Only he wasn’t a man. Not really.

About the Author

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Bryce Raffle writes steampunk, horror, and fantasy. He was the lead writer for Ironclad Games’ multiplayer online game Sins of A Dark Age and is the founder of Grimmer & Grimmer Books. His short stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including Hideous Progeny: Classic Horror Goes Punk, Denizens of Steam and Den of Antiquity. His short story, The Complications of Avery Vane, was awarded Best Steampunk Short in the Preditors and Editors Reader’s Poll in 2016. He lives in beautiful Vancouver, Canada, where he works in the film industry.

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Release Day Blitz: Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault by Candace Robinson

I am so
excited that QUINSEY WOLFE’S GLASS VAULT
by Candace Robinson is available now and that I get to share the news!
 
If you
haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author
Candace Robinson, be sure to check
out all the details below.
 
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 About The Book:

Title: QUINSEY
WOLFE’S GLASS VAULT
Author: Candace
Robinson
Pub. Date: June
26, 2018
Publisher: The
Parliament House
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 242
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Some see it… Some don’t…


People in the town of Deer Park, Texas are vanishing. There is a strange museum, known as Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault, that appears overnight. Perrie Madeline’s best friend and ex-boyfriend are among the missing. Perrie and her friend August go on a pursuit for them in the mysterious museum. Could the elusive Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault have anything to do with the disappearances?


Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault is the start of a thrilling duology full of magic, danger, and romance.

 
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Excerpt:
Maisie
takes Oak Street, which I have always found ironic. The street is lined on both
sides with tall trees, each one reaching toward the other as if longing for
their touch. For a town called Deer Park, I have seen more trees on a street
corner than actual deer. Not. One. Single. Deer.

Suddenly,
Maisie slams on the brakes and my chest strikes hard against the seat belt.
Then I smash back into the seat just as hard. The only thing I can think is,
are my organs still intact? Seriously, they feel like they’re bleeding
profusely.
“What the
hell?” August and I say at the exact same time. Maisie is staring across the
street to the left.
“Look!” she
exclaims.
Now I see
what Maisie is pointing at. Across from us stands an enormous stone building,
unbelievably tall, and its walls are lined with huge rocks all along the base.
Among the rocks, it appears there are absolutely no windows of any kind. The
entrance has an archway that frames one of the tallest wooden doors I have ever
seen. It’s creepily unusual.
“Impossible,”
I breathe.
“This has
never been here before.” August appears flabbergasted.
He’s right.
He’s beyond right. There’s no way this place was just magically built
overnight. Even if it were possible, it’s obviously old. It has to be over a
hundred years old.
 “Maybe we never really noticed it before.”
Maisie unbuckles herself and opens the car door, completely taken by the sight
of this building.
I throw my
hands up hysterically and wave my hands around like a lunatic. “Never noticed
it before? This giant stone mansion?”
“Perrie has
a point, Maisie.” August stares up at the building in shock.
Hesitantly,
I step out of the car and August follows. We walk around to stand beside
Maisie,
completely
speechless as we continue our staring marathon at the place. It’s really an
unusual structure to be sitting in the middle of our town. One would think
something like this would have drawn major attention from the locals.
“We should
investigate!” Maisie is moving before either of us can protest.
“Just a
quick look,” I say, falling into step beside her, fingers itching with
curiosity.
We walk to
the door at a leisurely pace, as if we have all night to see what’s going on.
As we inch closer to the arched doorway, where overgrown grass meets a block of
cement, two things pop into my line of sight. First, there’s a plaque on the
door that reads:
Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault
It’s
written in an elegant, yet outdated script.
Maisie
tilts her head to the side, skeptical of the plaque. “Not sure what a glass
vault is.”
I point at
a sign to the right of the door. Moving closer to see what it says, I read it
aloud:
The illustrious Quinsey Wolfe presents a wonder of the world, a true
sight to behold in his infamous glass museum. A forewarning to onlookers and
wonderers, beware of your imagination and curiosity. This is not for the faint
of heart.

About Candace:
My name is Candace Robinson. I’m just your average
hemiplegic migraine sufferer. My days are spent writing, book reviewing and
traveling through books for my blog, Literary Dust. I live just outside of
Houston, Texas, where it feels like the hottest place on Earth with the crazy
weather. No, seriously, one day it’s 30 degrees and the next it’s 70 degrees! I
live with my husband and awesome daughter!
 
You can also
follow me on my review blog Literary Dust
 
 
 
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My Review: Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault by Candace Robinson

64BDB096-DE8A-466C-9300-7937483C4A47Some see
it… Some don’t…

People in the town of Deer Park, Texas are vanishing. There is a strange
museum, known as Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault, that appears overnight. Perrie
Madeline’s best friend and ex-boyfriend are among the missing. Perrie and her
friend August go on a pursuit for them in the mysterious museum. Could the
elusive Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault have anything to do with the
disappearances?

Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault is the start of a thrilling duology full of magic,
danger, and romance.


 

MY REVIEW 

(June 2018)
So this is a reread of a reread of a read. Ha! I love this book, have since the first time around (see below). But Candace went through and polished it up a bit, and she did a very nice job of it! So it’s now STILL the SAME story I loved, but just polished up. Well done! I can’t recommend it enough! This story is a lot of fun!
(June 2017)
“You die here, you stay here.”
This book was such a wonderful surprise! It went straight into my favorites folder when I was done. It’s a horror/retelling, and what a fantastic story it is!!

Candace Robinson has a very imaginative and creative mind!! It’s astonishing to think that this is her debut book! I’m eager to see what she will come up with next! This was very unique! It is a bit creepy, dark, suspenseful, adventurous and there’s a tad bit of romance in there. There are portals in in this story, but not time travel. They are stuck in Quincey Wolfe’s Glass Vault, which is a Glass museum of fairytales. Not your average fairytales, but twisted fairytales. Anyway, they become stuck in the displays and these portals suck them from one display to the next.

The characters are very well written and you really grow to care about them. As they travel through the museum, from one display to the next (Sleepy Hollow, Jack the Ripper, etc), they hope the next portal will lead them home. Each display is well written and easy to picture and you can imagine you are there, which makes it all very intense and exciting!!

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Review: The Sea Was A Fair Master by Calvin Demmer

2F1924CE-AEE3-41A2-90A6-A3941FF91E31When I picked up this collection of 23 stories by the oh-so talented Calvin Demmer, I thought I was about to read 23 short horror stories. Oh….people!! This is SO MUCH more than that!! In fact, these stories are the kind of stories that stick in your head and aren’t too quick to leave. In fact, I savored this book. I read a couple of stories here and there. I loved reading it like that!!! Everyone is different, another person might choose to read it all in one go! But I liked having a couple of stories to carry around in my head for the day!! And they really did stay with me like no other story. Because many of them just end leaving the rest up to you to wonder about. So my imagination would be buzzing around about the characters and why this happened, or what might have happened further on down the road, etc. I just loved how these stories had me going!!

Now, back to them being all horror. They weren’t really. In fact I realized this afterward, so I reread the book description, or summary, which says, “The Sea Was a Fair Master is a collection of 23 stories, riding the currents of fantasy, science fiction, crime, and horror. There are tales of murder, death, loss, revenge, greed, and hate. There are also tales of hope, survival, and love.”

Calvin Demmer is a Master of Words!!! Yes he has quite the imagination, but to be able to put that across in words that affect people the way you want it to, or maybe even more profoundly than you even planned….well that is indeed a gift with words!!!

Just to give you a sneak peek of a few titles, here’s a few of my favorites:

– On The Seventh Day
– The Peeper
– Fear The Clowns
– Voodoo Child
– Letting The Dead Grow
– Hangman
– Graves

Release Date: June 5, 2018

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Book Blitz: SCREAMS YOU HEAR by James Morris

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Screams You Hear

Genre: Horror/ YA

Publication Date: January 8, 2018

Book Blurb:

Murder and madness infect a small town.

For sixteen-year-old Ruthie Stroud, life on tiny Hemlock Island in the Pacific Northwest is an endless sea of boring green, in a place where everybody knows everybody’s business and nothing ever happens. Then her world is ripped apart when her parents divorce and a new man enters her mother’s life. But worse is yet to come.

When she drifts ashore on the mainland, hideously burned, Ruthie has a harrowing tale to tell. It begins with the murder of a family. It ends with her being the sole survivor of a cataclysm that sweeps her little island. As a detective attempts to unravel Ruthie’s story of murder and madness, only one horrifying conclusion can be drawn: whatever was isolated on remote Hemlock Island may now have come to the mainland. Is Ruthie safe? Is anyone?

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Excerpt

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Chapter 1

I wake to pain, pain beyond comprehension, my skin on fire, only to find myself in a hospital bed, my arms bandaged, and wires snaking into machines. The burns are covered in white gauze and every motion, no matter how small, sends my nerves screaming. The air is heavy against my skin. And that smell. I can still smell the bitterness of my singed hair. I feel my head, expecting strands of hair, thick and wavy, but it’s gone. There are only splotches of emptiness, a topography of touch that alarms me. I wonder if it will ever grow back.

Tendrils of anxiety course through me, pulsing steadily. I need to wake up from whatever this is.

In spite of the pain, I caress my face and I have no eyebrows. Only stubble. No matter where I touch, my skin isn’t soft; it’s leather, a mask that rests too tightly against my skull. It’s like my skin is both expanding and contracting, pushing and pulling.

In the cyclone of terror, I remember. I remember everything.

I wish I didn’t. I wish it all away.

Around the room, there are no mirrors, and I know it’s no accident. It’s small comfort. I don’t want to see myself. I may never look in a mirror again. It’s only me and a bed, and colorful murals of elephants and giraffes on the wall, their cartoon smiles mocking me. I must be in the children’s wing, even though I’m sixteen. Next to me, an IV recedes into my vein. To my left is a button. It could be to call for assistance. Or to adjust the bed. But I think it’s something else. I think it’s for pain.

I could press it and disappear into numbness.

I could press it and just drift.

But there is something about pain. It’s the price of being alive.

The button is my litmus test.

I am stronger than my pain. I need to focus on something—anything. I need to distract myself.

I am not my pain.

I am Ruthie Stroud. I live at— wait—not anymore. I have a brother—no, not anymore.

I shut my eyes. I can’t shut them hard enough. Through the darkness, I still see fire. My world engulfed with flickering orange and reds. And the all-encompassing heat, heat beyond boiling, bordering on oblivion. Melting.

My last memory is coming ashore on the mainland, alone and fiercely tired. I didn’t walk, didn’t run. I moved, floating, held aloft by the most invisible of strings, my eyes on the horizon, people on the edges of my vision. Adults. I felt their gaze. The air was cool and moist and my skin so hot. Moving and moving; people staring. I hear them, words like police and 911 and oh my God. They surround me, a horde. They’re feral creatures, circling, their faces distorted. They are coming for me. I have no escape.

I scream and my world goes dark.

“Ruthie?”

I open my eyes. A woman stands in the hospital room doorway. Her skin is the color of teak, her black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and without a uniform, she’s clearly no nurse. I look down her button-down shirt and a badge is attached to her belt, a gun holstered at her side.

She says, not unkindly, “I’m Detective Perez from the Washington State Police.”

I knew the cops would get involved, even though they’re late. Far too late.

She waits for me to invite her in. “May I?”

I nod and my skin crinkles and cracks. She enters, pulling a chair beside my bed and sits down. Her brown eyes rest on me and then dart away. She can’t bear to look. I must seem a monster. She asks, “How are you feeling?”

I don’t know how to answer that question.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

Down the hall, I hear a child scream. From surgery or fear, I don’t know. I think fight the pain, fight the pain.

She speaks to me in soothing tones. “I need to ask you a few questions. About what happened. Can you talk?”

My mouth is dry, my throat sore, my vocal chords thrashed. I’d forgotten how much I screamed. I feel my skin wrinkle into deep crevices as I move my jaw, and it’s an effort to form words. Even my tongue feels burned; this strange muscle in my mouth. “Is my dad coming?”

“He’s on his way.” We share a bit of silence and I stare at the woman she is, the beautiful woman I will never be, and she says, “I’d like to start at the beginning. And if there’s ever a point where you need to stop, just let me know, okay?”

“There’s just one thing,” and I clear my throat. I force her to find my eyes. To see. To look. To understand.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t judge me,” I tell her. “I did what I had to.”

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About the Author

James Morris

James Morris is a television writer who now works in digital media. He is the author of the young adult thriller What Lies Within, the dystopian love story Melophobia, the young adult suspense Feel Me Fall, and the young adult horror Screams You Hear. When not writing, you can find him scoping out the latest sushi spot, watching ‘House Hunters Renovation’, or trying new recipes in the kitchen. He lives with his wife and dog in Los Angeles. Catch him at jamesmorriswriter.com.

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Cover Reveal: The Bride of Glass (Glass Vault 2) by Candace Robinson

C29BF011-8C53-4A84-B28F-E0D4E7AFD5DEThe Bride of Glass (Glass Vault #2)

Publisher: Parliament House Press

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Perrie Madeline is trapped in the clutches of Vale, a demon of the Underworld. In order to gain strength, Vale intends to send human souls to the Glass Vault, where Perrie was once trapped. After dying in the Bride of Frankenstein exhibit, she is alive once again—and his. Can Perrie escape Vale’s hold on her?

After breaking free from her mental prison, Maisie Jaser is on a rescue mission to retrieve her cousin and best friend, Perrie. Together, she hopes to bring down Vale and rid the world of the destruction he has caused. Yet, will she even be able to find Perrie? Or will Vale prevail?

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Candace Robinson spends her days consumed by words. When she’s not writing stories, she maintains a book review blog. Her life consists of avoiding migraines, admiring Bonsai trees, and living with her husband and daughter in Texas—where it can be forty degrees one day and eighty the next.

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Cover Reveal: Shadows at Starlight (Soul Seekers Book 5) by Alice J. Black

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Book Five
Publisher: Parliament House Press

As Soul Seekers flourishes and Peyton continues her streak of sobriety, she and Olivia are called to a small independent cinema, The Starlight. At first, she thinks the manager’s a little kooky, but once she views a chilling documentary, she realizes the true danger that The Starlight and all of its patrons—including her—are in.

It’s a race against time to figure out the mystery of The Starlight before it’s too late.

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50A8BDC6-8A5B-4353-A6F2-14361973B1C2About the Author

Alice lives and works in the North East of England with her partner and slightly ferocious cats! Alice has always enjoyed writing from being a child when she used to carry notebooks and write stories no matter where she went. Nothing much has changed and she writes all manner of fiction with a tendency to lean towards the dark side. Most of her work is rooted in darkness, her inspiration coming from a macabre selection of reads as well as the dreams that frequent her sleep.

Her debut novel, The Doors, was released three years ago and her next novel release, A Shadowed Beginning, the first part in a series of seven, was released in autumn. Several of her short stories have been included in anthologies with various presses and she is always working on more. When she’s not writing, she always has a book in her hand and will read from whatever genre suits her that day.

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Posted in Book Review, Horror, Mature Young Adult, Suspense

Review: Screams You Hear by James Morris

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Murder and madness infect a small town

For sixteen-year-old Ruthie Stroud, life on tiny Hemlock Island in the Pacific Northwest is an endless sea of boring green, in a place where everybody knows everybody’s business and nothing ever happens. Then her world is ripped apart when her parents divorce and a new man enters her mother’s life. But worse is yet to come.

When she drifts ashore on the mainland, hideously burned, Ruthie has a harrowing tale to tell. It begins with the murder of a family. It ends with her being the sole survivor of a cataclysm that sweeps her little island. As a detective attempts to unravel Ruthie’s story of murder and madness, only one horrifying conclusion can be drawn: whatever was isolated on remote Hemlock Island may now have come to the mainland. Is Ruthie safe? Is anyone?

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Guys, I had myself a shoutout on Twitter about this book. But I lost control! I had to yell at ya’ll to READ THIS BOOK!!! But, I realize no one is going to listen to a screaming lunatic. So I’ve calmed down now and I’m all Zen and whatever. I’m ready to calmly talk about this lovely, little book.

This is such awesomeness in horror! In my opinion, anyway! This is my first James Morris book, and he is so good at coming up with the most creepy, crazy concept in a book. I found the whole thing terrifying! I will warn you that it is somewhat graphic, but graphic in a book never bothers me as much. But it does add to the horror aspect of the book!! I’m not going to go into the what, who, where, when, how and why of the book….that’s just not right. I want you to experience the book the way I did…KNOWING NOTHING!!! I avoid reading too much into reviews. I’ll read a little, bit if they start retelling the story I stop. I really just want to know how the book made them feel. Did it do what it was supposed to? Did they love it? So my answers to those questions? YES! I LOVED IT! YES! It did EXACTLY what it was supposed to do, and some!!! It made me feel like I didn’t want to put the book down. I was freaked out by the whole concept!! I was shocked by things, saddened by things, horrified by things!! Does that help?

JUST READ THE BOOK!!!
I obviously HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS!!!

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REVIEW & Blog Tour: JINXED by Thommy Hutson

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Thommy Hutson
Publication date: March 13th 2018
Genres: Horror, Thriller, Young Adult

High School Can Be a Real Killer

Break a mirror

Walk under a ladder

Step on a crack

Innocent childhood superstitions …

But someone at the secluded Trask Academy of Performing Arts is taking things one deadly step further when the campus is rocked with the deaths of some of its star students.

Layna Curtis, a talented, popular senior, soon realizes that the seemingly random, accidental deaths of her friends aren’t random—or accidents—at all. Someone has taken the childhood games too far, using the idea of superstitions to dispose of their classmates. As Layna tries to convince people of her theory, she uncovers the terrifying notion that each escalating, gruesome murder leads closer to its final victim: her.

Will Layna’s opening night also be her final bow?

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🎭MY REVIEW:

This was very reminiscent of those slasher movies of the 80’s – 90’s and it was very well done! The action scenes were so tense and the writing so well done, that I could visualize things as if I was there. It definitely doesn’t have you jumping out of your seat like a movie with all the sound effects and visual effects does, but it is definitely intense and for a book it really did freak me out more than I’d like to admit…lol! At times the writing was pretty graphic, I felt like I almost wanted to turn away. Again, just like when you watched those slasher movies.

As far as the mystery, I changed my guess a million times. It is NOT one of those completely obvious, easy to guess books. This one really had me going around in circles. I love that!

I can definitely see this book on the big screen someday! I would love that! Thommy Hutson, as seen in his bio below, is extremely gifted. His writing is phenomenal, the way he could make me react to things like I was really seeing them is impressive! I will be on the lookout for anything else he writes. He is definitely a one-click author for me, after reading this book!

Highly recommended 5/5 Star Book!!!🎭

 

Author Bio:

Born and raised in Upstate New York, Thommy graduated from UCLA and launched his career co-writing the story for the Warner Bros. animated hit SCOOBY-DOO IN WHERE’S MY MUMMY? He followed that with co-writing the concept and additional material for CHILL OUT, SCOOBY-DOO!

His career then took a thrilling turn when he wrote and produced several definitive genre film retrospectives for television and home entertainment: SCREAM: THE INSIDE STORY, NEVER SLEEP AGAIN: THE ELM STREET LEGACY, MORE BRAINS! A RETURN TO THE LIVING DEAD and HIS NAME WAS JASON: 30 YEARS OF FRIDAY THE 13th.

He was also a staff writer on Hulu’s daily web series “The Morning After,” a smart, witty, pop culture program aimed at getting viewers up-to-date on the latest entertainment news and celebrity interviews.

Thommy also produced the critically acclaimed feature THE TROUBLE WITH THE TRUTH, an insightful relationship drama starring Lea Thompson and John Shea. He also produced DREAMWORLD, a quirky, romantic dramedy.

He co-wrote and produced ANIMAL for Chiller Films and Drew Barrymore’s Flower Films. The project debuted in iTunes’ top ten horror films (reaching #1) and became the network’s highest-rated original movie.

Continuing his passion for uncovering the stories behind the story, he went on to produce CRYSTAL LAKE MEMORIES: THE COMPLETE HISTORY OF FRIDAY THE 13th, which is the most comprehensive look at the popular film franchise.

As an author Thommy crafted a limited-edition coffee table book detailing the making and legacy of Wes Craven’s 1984 classic A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. A trade version distributed by Simon & Schuster reached number one in Amazon.com’s Movie History & Criticism category. He also has a deal with Vesuvian Media to write a YA thriller trilogy with the first book due out spring 2017.

He produced and made his feature directorial debut with THE ID, an independent psychological drama/thriller. Filmmaker Magazine stated it was “a deeply unsettling thriller that’s as moving as it is frightening…with skillful, provocative direction that has echoes of early Polanski.”

Most recently, Thommy wrote the screenplay for CineTel Films’ supernatural horror film TRUTH OR DARE. He is also directing, writing and producing a documentary with Clive Barker’s Seraphim Films in addition to developing other film and television properties with the company.

As an author, he is currently writing another book that definitively details the history, making and legacy of another fan-favorite genre film from the 1980s.

A member of the Producers Guild of America, Thommy continues to develop unique, compelling and provocative projects across multiple genres for film, television, publishing, and home entertainment through his company Hutson Ranch Media.

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