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Halloween Special – Safe Haven

Running through the forest. Bullets flying through the air. Pretty scary right. Well check out my Reacher short story, Safe Haven, which you can download for Free. Did you hear me? I said FREE. What are you still doing here? Oh right, blurb…

It’s Christmas time and snow is falling over Red Forest. Isobel is nine years old, she is running with her father and sister, trying to escape the gunfire tearing through the trees. Civil war is erupting and the family are right in the middle of the battlefield. With nowhere else to go they have to somehow make it our of the forest, but can they all make it out alive?

Safe Haven is a short companion piece to the novel The Running Game. Set two decades earlier this is the story of where the Reacher girls came from.

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Blind Redemtion

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A woman is missing, paths are misleading. Can Psychic Detective Jackie Vaughn see through the veil of lies to find her?

Synopsis

Kidnapped and sold into the Chinese slave trade the survival of Annette Freder, the wife of University Chancellor, Charles Freder, depends on struggling psychic detective, Jackie Vaughn.

Crippled by grief over the unexpected death of her wife, Jackie deals with her anguish through pills and booze. While these coping mechanisms numb her pain, the growing addiction hampers her abilities, and places her health and livelihood in jeopardy.  The missing person’s case of Annette Freder shifts Jackie’s focus, challenging her psychic abilities.

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While on the job in China, Jackie finds herself with limited access to medication, resulting in bouts of withdrawal and depression. But that is just one of the many hurdles hindering Jackie in her quest to find Annette and return her to safety. Will corrupt police, maxed out credit cards, an ousted Greek intelligence officer assassin, and a revelation from an unexpected source prove too much for her?

Entangled deceit and unravelling lies Blind Redemption captures the essence of the human spirit and the power of redemption.

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Excerpt

An hour later, Jackie sat in her office and watched the thin blond woman pace the floor in front of her desk.

“My husband is cheating.”

“Mrs. Kelly, I’ve had your husband under surveillance for six weeks. He doesn’t have a girlfriend. This is good news.”

The woman turned on her, frowning. “Well, your investigation is wrong. What kind of accreditation is CDI?”

“I completed the Certified Detective Institute requirements fourteen years ago. I’m certified in Indiana and all other states to work with individuals and law enforcement on investigative procedures.”“

A certificate on the wall doesn’t mean anything.”

Jackie stifled a sigh. “Mrs. Kelly, we discussed all the possible outcomes when I took your case. I’m sorry you’re not pleased with the results, but I assure you—”

“You’ll get your damn flat fee, whether you deserve it or not. I should have known better.”

Mrs. Kelly spun on her heel and left the office, slamming the door behind her.

“Boss, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jackie assured her assistant. She choked down a persistent emptiness that kept her up at night and overwhelmed thoughts throughout the day. For relief she pulled out a prescription bottle from the desk, and when the lid relented, she popped a Xanax without benefit of water. “When will the life insurance rep reschedule?” she asked.

“I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell you. The rep left a message on the machine this morning. He said background checks are on hold because of company cutbacks. Sorry, boss.”

“Sorry doesn’t pay the bills,” Jackie said, rubbing her eyes. “Now I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get bitchy.”

“You’ve still got the teaching job, right?”

“Yeah. Thanks to the dream analysis class, I won’t go hungry, and we can keep this place going, so long as you can hang in there.”

“I’m good for a while, thanks to my police pension. Can you do some psychic readings to help with the cash flow?”

“I’ve never done readings, and I never will.”

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About the authors

DENISE DEARTH is a novelist and songwriter.  Blind Redemption is the first novel in the compelling Jackie Vaughn detective series. She is a member of Broadcast Music Incorporated, a music performing right organization, and the National Writers Union, UAW Local 1981. When’s she’s not writing she may be seen riding a two-toned, sky blue and white Victory Vegas Steel horse into the Midwestern sunset.

Denise Dearth can be found at:

Website: www.fictioncorner.com
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AMY GILLEN is a co-creator of the Jackie Vaughn detective series.  She earned a Bachelor’s degree in English Literature from Indiana University.  She is a poet, photographer, and entrepreneur with a passion for kayaking and travel.

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Desert Son

Check out Desert Son by Glenn Maynard


Desert Son

CHAPTER ONE

Warm weather streaked through Boston for a cameo on this late

March afternoon. Mid-70’s usually did not emerge from

hibernation until April, but none of that mattered much for Carter

Spence. No temperature could affect him now. Temperature

usually made all the difference in the world to Carter, but now

springtime’s rebirth seamlessly transpired.

Carter’s mood elevated, but temperature played no role. For a

split-second, he thought perhaps his mood had a calming effect on

his body, but only because his 175 pounds felt fluffy, like he’d been

influenced by helium. Just to contradict this sensation, he

remained still. He felt silly even testing. This feeling had only

captivated him while running around the bases at the baseball

fields near his home, or even when he was a tad tipsy at the bar,

but this still overpowered those other times.

Carter questioned reality. As a recent college graduate, he’d

dabbled in binge drinking, even though not nearly as frequent as

his “crowd” did. In fact, every so often, Carter would be the one

strong enough to volunteer himself as designated driver. Carter

was able to glance beyond the average college student in an

attempt to supersede peer pressure, and assume responsibility for

his actions. He always was the responsible type.

As Carter found himself suspended in a position enabling him

to oversee earth, he knew this transcended a typical mood swing.

He unquestioningly went along with whatever life threw at him,

even in this extreme case, surprising even himself.

Surveying the earth below, feeling not an ounce of care in the

world, Carter continued wafting like a loose sheet of paper in the

wind, drifting inch by inch, contentedly, as he began keying in on

an object. He seemed more preoccupied with this new attraction

than with his sudden participation with the solar system. It would

have been cataclysmic had both his feet mixed with the earth’s

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dirt, but that wasn’t the case.

As much a presence that this altered state should have been,

Carter began battling a continual attraction to the object. This

diversion was enough to cloud the reality and incomprehensibility

of the situation. He finally stopped moving, involuntarily; no

further elevation. He awaited the presence of normalcy, but this

delay only lengthened his journey.

He sensed that he had no encasing. He felt that he was just a

feeling, or that his existence was just a thought. He couldn’t see his

body, but never really cared to check, either. He just had a gut

feeling that his thoughts were in a mind of their own. He felt like a

breadless sandwich. However, he did not care one way or another.

Carter astonished himself when his focus zoomed in like

human binoculars. This felt so empowering, so controlling, so

consuming, and he felt that the sky was the limit. For a 26-year-old

guy who had felt so powerless in the city of Boston, this certainly

boosted his confidence, but he only wished he could have this

focus and earth simultaneously.

He began reflecting on the bullying that he’d received as a

child on his school playgrounds. He wished he could find those

punks now, even though he since had learned to defend himself

fairly well. Nobody much messed with Carter once he hit the 10th

grade and began pumping weights vigorously. Nobody was going

to offend him, and in the city it was sink or swim. He had taken it

upon himself to get in a position where he could defend himself.

He looked at it as survival of the fittest.

He did not get revenge by beating the hell out of those bullies

who had previously roughed him up. No, that was not Carter’s

style. Rather, his presence became his revenge. And with this new

image came a certain macho sex appeal that ushered in his debut

in dating. He discovered that the two scenarios were intertwined,

and that did not pose a problem for Carter Spence.

Carter did love women, but he could not be in love with them.

He believed that he had just never found the right girl, but deep

down wondered if he even had the ability to love. This disturbed

him greatly, making him, for the most part, uncomfortable around

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women. He had convinced himself that he was just very picky

when it came to women.

During his peak conditioning, the one-time bullies would look

up at Carter in the high school hallways, acknowledge his presence

with a nod, and then humbly mumble, “What’s up, Carter?”

Although Carter considered this sufficient sweet revenge, the

thought of toying with these bullies from above did tickle his

imagination.

Carter eventually determined that the object on the ground

resembled a body, but it wasn’t moving. Then his focus zoomed in

some more, and quickly the body took on an eerie familiarity to

him. The scene below grew chaotic. Cars jerked to the highway

side. Doors swung open, remaining that way while people flocked

to this object, which was a body lying face down in an

embankment. Carter watched this scene unfold before him as if he

was watching a movie on television.

The first man to arrive shouted in panic to an unresponsive

body. He carefully turned the body on its back, eased down by the

second and third man to arrive. Carter continued to zoom in on

the victim because he felt as if he knew this man. He recognized

the strong face attached to the muscular frame. He recognized the

worn denim jeans with the oddly-shaped tear just above the knee,

and even the tan polo shirt, which by now had absorbed blood. The

shoes that had detached from the man’s feet were familiar, as were

the blue Gold Toe socks on his feet. His eyes moved back up the

body to the face, and saw that it was his body.

Carter felt indifferent while observing his poor, lifeless body. I

look so pale, he thought, aside from the streaking blood on his

face. Carter couldn’t believe it was really him. He would have been

hard pressed to select that body out of a lineup if asked to identify

him. However, he barely was able to recognize his own facial

features below. Just how observant and aware of his own self was

he, Carter pondered. It seemed interesting to Carter, more than

anything else, to see himself from another vantage point, yet treat

the situation so matter-of-factly.

Between the lanky frame and the short, light brown hair, he

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thought that it had to be him. But why, he wondered, confident

that there would be no dream to awake from, or no Allen Funt to

emerge out of nowhere to tell him about a camera. Besides, if this

was a dream, he wouldn’t be wondering if it was a dream. He didn’t

think he’d be wondering if it was a dream, but what he wouldn’t

give to test this theory of his.

Carter zoomed to within about a telephone pole’s length away,

even though he felt like a satellite in space. He noticed the traffic

really starting to jam. Cars could no longer pass by. One woman

screamed hysterically after discovering an upended automobile

streaming fuel onto the ground. She placed both hands on her

head and let out a series of chilling wails. Carter watched

emotionlessly.

Some good Samaritans flocked to the car to help, while others

ran from the danger. Most drivers rubbernecked their way past.

Carter shifted his attention to directly above the car, where a solid

oak shook off contact. A penetrating scar splintered the tree,

which was evidence of a speedy impact. Carter faced all four

wheels, witnessing the last tire as it finally slowed to a stop. This

all happened so suddenly that this new scene before him appeared

almost before the previous scene had ended. A dirty, scraped arm

flopped outside of the car, limply touching the ground, and a thin

tornado of smoke rose through Carter.

Carter could see that tire marks had blackened the highway,

and then dirt marks continued off the side of the road to where the

car rested. He did remember getting into his parents car, but he

could barely make a positive identification of that car. It had rolled

and wrapped itself around the tree at the roof. The smell of

gasoline enveloped the air and the potential danger was

incalculable. However, good people still stopped.

Gas dripped at a steady rate from the gas tank vicinity. Streams

of smoke billowed from under the hood. Carter hoped the smoke

and the drips didn’t merge, but when there’s smoke, there’s fire,

and within minutes the car flickered flames. Carter felt helpless to

try to save those inside. He wondered if it even mattered as he saw

that the car’s front bumper meshed with the dashboard and the

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roof the car rested on met up with the bottom of the windows,

which were smashed all around.

He knew those inside hadn’t a chance, and then Carter

positively identified the car as his parent’s car, so it was his

parents who were trapped inside. My God, Carter thought. This

isn’t happening. They could die. This thought flashed through him,

but he was emotionless.

Emergency vehicles nudged a path to the wreckage, and a few

heartless people took advantage of this path to better their

positioning. This was the city life, and nothing was going to spoil

the day of some people. Cars edged closer to neighboring cars on

the left, while cars in the far right lane eased off the road, some

entirely. Sirens blared, while red and blue lights flashed through

the light of day. Carter took notice of numerous police cars,

ambulances and fire trucks.

Carter knew his parents had expired, but what about his body?

Where was he now? Was he dead? Paramedics swarmed his

physical body below, and he wondered if he would ever be

reunited with it. He wanted badly to be able to help himself, but he

could only watch, unsure if it was his unwillingness or inability to

intervene. He felt like an actor watching his own movie, but he

certainly possessed more peacefulness above than what was being

transmitted at the chaotic scene below.

Firefighters in yellow coats squelched the flames with foam,

but the people who had jumped from their cars to throw mud at

the flames controlled the spreading. These people will be the ones

dubbed heroes, but will refuse the tag on the local newscast. Carter

could envision this before it even happened. He wasn’t being

disrespectful to those trying to help his parents, but he felt his

folks stood no chance by the looks of things. Maybe the car

wouldn’t burn to a crisp, but if they did survive the impact, any

fire would be enough to finish the job.

Carter believed his ejection from the car came prior to impact

because of his distance from the vehicle, and then it occurred to

him how he had gotten into the situation he found himself in. His

thoughts moved away from the chaos momentarily, zooming out

of that scene and into another.

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Matthias: The Ghost of Salvation Point

Take a look at this extract from middle-grade supernatural novel Matthias from Jodi Auborn.
Sleeter and Quint! They were still after me, and now I was trapped! I couldn’t run into the woods without them seeing me. I waded into the thorny rose bushes beside the road, looking for a place to hide. But there was nothing but the tangled bushes, which snagged my clothes and tore at my arms. It was like trying to walk through a net. I pulled myself away from one big thorn that ripped a hole in my shirt.
“DAAAAD!” I cried, one last time. “MATTHIAAAAS!”
I finally ignored my bleeding arms and the thorn bushes, and ducked down into the muddy ditch.
“We got you now, kid!” Quint and Sleeter whooped. They were still laughing at me as the car raced back up the road, louder and closer every second.
Then someone’s laughter turned to a shriek. He sounded terrified. “What…what the…MEL, LOOK!”
I couldn’t help it. I peeked up over the edge of the road.
“Matthias…” I whispered.
Matthias was standing on the other side of the road, and for the first time…I could seethrough him! He didn’t look at me. He just stepped in front of the speeding car and pounded his hands down on the hood, glaring in at Quint. Quint stared back and screamed as the car passed through Matthias, who disappeared in a swirl of white mist.
Quint slammed on the brakes and the car stopped right by my hiding place. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the steering wheel, making strange little moaning sounds. His whole body started shaking.
“Quint!” Sleeter bellowed. “What’re you doing, trying to kill us? Learn to drive, you moron!”
“Didn’t you see him?” Quint wailed. “The guy in the blue coat? I drove right through him!” Quint hid his face in his hands and began to cry. “That was no man! That was a…a ghost! A hideous ghost!”
“You idiot!” Sleeter snapped, smacking Quint in the back of the head. “You’re useless. Now, stay here. I’m getting out to find that kid.”
“Dylan, stay down!” Matthias said as he appeared beside me and sprawled out in the mud, looking like his normal self again. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down on my stomach. My chin scraped against some gravel in the ditch.
“You’re hurting me!”
“Sleeter will hurt you a lot worse if he catches you!” Matthias whispered. He did ease up on my head, though, and nodded at a round pipe that ran under the road. “Don’t ask questions. Crawl into that culvert and be quiet! It’s your only chance.”
I did as he told me. The bottom of the pipe was covered with oily water and weird orange mud. I could hear Matthias pushing weeds and brush in front of the opening that I had just crawled through. I knew that he was standing guard at my end of the culvert, so I felt a little safer.
It took forever for them to leave. I couldn’t move. I heard Sleeter crashing through the brush, calling me. Quint continued crying in the car. Then Sleeter yelled at him some more, and told him to move over so he could drive.
I heard the car pull away, but didn’t dare to make a sound.
“Dylan?” Matthias called. “You okay?”
“Are they gone?” I whispered.
“You’re safe, for now. But we need to get you home.”
I tried to wiggle back out of the pipe, but couldn’t move. “Matthias? I think I’m…I’mstuck!”
“Don’t worry, m’boy, I’ll have you out of there in no time.”
He grabbed my ankles and yanked me out of the culvert as if I were a dead fish. My back scraped up against the rough cement. “Ow!” I howled. “Take it easy!”
I got to my feet, rubbing my back and blinking in the bright sun. Matthias shook his head. “You’re going to have some explaining to do, sonny. You’re a mess. Wait until your mother sees you.” He reached out and brushed some twigs and leaves off my shoulders. “Now, follow me. I know a shortcut through the woods. We can’t stay on this road, in case they come back looking for you.”
I looked down at my torn, muddy clothes, bloodstained hands, and scratched-up arms, and the dried brown splotches on my shirt from my bloody nose. My soaked sneakers squished with every step I took. Then I stared at Matthias as I followed him across the road and into the woods. His clothes were spotless. He didn’t even have any mud on his shiny black shoes.
He looked over his shoulder at me. “You’re going to have to tell your parents that you were kidnapped. You know that, don’t you?”
“No, way! They would never let me walk to town by myself again. Mom’s already really mad at me.”
“Why is she mad? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“She thinks I lied to her about taking her dish towel, and playing the piano that night. Then she found all of her paintings thrown on the workbench in her studio, and thought that I did it! And then she said that I was the one playing with her eggbeater and it left pancake batter on the couch, and she made me clean it up.” I glared at him. “You always get me in trouble. Why do you have to play with all of our stuff?”
He shrugged. “I’m a ghost, Dylan. We’re naturally curious about the lives and possessions of those who follow us.”
“Well, you better put Dad’s book back. He’s been looking for it.”
We didn’t say much more as we trudged through the woods. I watched as a chipmunk scampered over the leaves and squatted on its hind legs to nibble at something it held in its paws. It was cute. “Matthias, look,” I said, pointing it out.
He hardly glanced at it. “It’s just a chipmunk. Now, stop dawdling. Sleeter could be looking for you.”

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Strength To Let Go

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Title: Strength to Let Go

Series: Tales of the Werewolf Tribes, Book One

Author: Alina Popescu

Genre: gay romance, paranormal, werewolves, paranormal romance, supernatural

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis

After being abandoned by his mates, Shiki Kirishima, beta of the Dragons of the Fang werewolf tribe, returns to his home in Tokyo.

Crippled by grief, Shiki decides to end it all by going into the territory of the Siberian Killers tribe and challenging them to a battle to the death.

His death.

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Ganzorig, beta of the Siberian Killers, however, sees the potentially disastrous consequences of having Shiki die in battle.

Instead, he saves him.

Having suffered loss himself, Ganz takes it upon himself to help Shiki deal with his pain.

Blake, Shiki’s best friend since childhood, is as determined to show him there is life after a wolf’s ultimate loss.

Could there also be something ‘more’ for them after friendship?

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Excerpt

Growling low, the sound vibrating into my chest, I stood up as the wolves I had been searching for flared in my mind’s eye. There were a few dozen that could reach me soon if they started running toward me. They would do just that, they just needed the proper motivation. I reached into the depths of my being, tapping into all the fae power Kieran and Kayden’s blood had regaled me with, and used it to spread my scent farther across the lands I had single-handedly invaded. I used the wind to bring the trail to them. I could feel their fur bristling as their nostrils flared with the foreign scent. Snarls and growls followed, then piercing howls, calling to each other and beckoning their pack mates, spurring them on to give chase and come find me.

I chuckled, knowing I’d finally accomplished my first task, getting the Siberian Killers to come to me. The rest would be much simpler. The enemy werewolves would only have to follow their ancient rules and kill every wolf that stepped foot on their territory. Rule breakers had to pay, and I had broken their one rule for foreigners. No better way to get yourself killed than getting ferocious killers all riled up.

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I took another step forward, adjusting my grip on my swords and rolling my shoulders. I then tilted my head left and right, hearing my bones crack and set in place. I could feel the cold ground and fading grass under my feet, the wind blowing my hair out of my eyes, and hear the sounds of birds and small game running away from the path of the oncoming wolves. They’d reach me within minutes and my muscles tensed, adrenalin spiking and making my blood roar with excitement at the fast approaching fight. I let my head fall back and howled, a long, deep sound that made the forest around me go quiet for about a minute.

I knew my attackers had stopped in their tracks, raising their muzzles and sniffing the air. Disbelief was a strong ally in a grossly unmatched fight. I imagined they’d have a hard time understanding why a lone wolf who had just been caught on their territory would howl in challenge like that. I assumed the distance had also puzzled them. As they’d caught my scent, they had thought I’d be closer. Surprise, surprise!

About the author

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, ALINA POPESCU has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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Strength to Let Go

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Title: Strength to Let Go

Series: Tales of the Werewolf Tribes, Book One

Author: Alina Popescu

Genre: gay romance, paranormal, werewolves, paranormal romance, supernatural

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Release Date: July 7th, 2015

Synopsis

After being abandoned by his mates, Shiki Kirishima, beta of the Dragons of the Fang werewolf tribe, returns to his home in Tokyo.

Crippled by grief, Shiki decides to end it all by going into the territory of the Siberian Killers tribe and challenging them to a battle to the death.

His death.

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Ganzorig, beta of the Siberian Killers, however, sees the potentially disastrous consequences of having Shiki die in battle.

Instead, he saves him.

Having suffered loss himself, Ganz takes it upon himself to help Shiki deal with his pain.

Blake, Shiki’s best friend since childhood, is as determined to show him there is life after a wolf’s ultimate loss.

Could there also be something ‘more’ for them after friendship?

Book Trailer

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Excerpt

When I got to my apartment, I wasn’t feeling any better. I was restless and hurting and angry as fuck and their mixed scents in my place weren’t doing me any favors. I fumbled with the backpack I had dropped on the floor of my living room, trying to find my phone. I was greeted by a dozen or more messages from Vicks, one of my twin’s mates. Since she had mated my brother she had this weird connection to me too and could feel whenever I was experiencing strong emotions for an extended period. I assumed everything that had happened since yesterday would qualify for that. I sent a quick “I’ll be fine” type of reply to stop her from harassing me and went through my contacts.

Even if I hadn’t called that particular number in a couple of months, it was still at the top of my favorites list. He was my best friend since childhood, so it made sense I’d call him more than anyone else. It just hit me then that I’d been so lost in my own life, I barely had time to catch up with him or my family unless something critical was going on. I pressed the call button and plastered the phone to my ear, pacing around the room as it rang a few times.

“Come on, Blake, fucking pick up!” I hung up and tried again. I really needed to talk to my best friend right now. It rang twice and went straight to voicemail. Hearing Blake’s voice brought tears to my eyes and something snapped inside of me.

“Blake, I wish you’d have picked up the phone.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “It’s funny, I think this is the first time I call you and you don’t pick up. Either way… thanks for being my friend, chibi. I… I don’t….” I lowered the hand that was holding my phone and let my head fall back, taking a few deep breaths. “Blakey, tell everyone I love them and… yeah, those who know me, really know me, will understand. Sayonara, chibi-tan.”

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I hung up and let the rage take over. I turned around at impossible speed and threw the phone with a loud roar. It hit the wall and shattered into a million pieces. I was crying. I knew because I could feel the heaves and tears, but the crushing pain was battling with the anger taking over my mind. I had lost my soul and my reason to live when I’d lost Kieran and Kayden. What was left of me was nothing more than the warrior inside. A true samurai would not waste away, waiting for death to claim him at the end of a miserable life. He’d die in battle, an honorable death his final legacy.

My twin, Shishou, my co-beta, Ren, my sister, even Blake… they’d get it, they’d explain it properly to my children. They probably won’t understand, just like I hadn’t when my parents had left us. I prayed that unlike their father, they would never get to a point in life where they’d understand this decision of mine. It meant they’d go through a world of pain and that was the last thing I wanted for Ryuu and Kimmie.

I took off everything but my jeans. No point in having anything else on. Werewolf rules were sometimes mind-boggling. You could shift into your wolf and back, and you always kept one item of clothing. The picks were random and you might be left in nothing but your underwear. Or keep a tight top and nothing else to cover your lower body. It was wise to choose your own clothes for the occasion. I then promptly flashed to the weapons room in the Alpha mansion, right in front of the wall display of my father’s katana. I kneeled before it, my legs spread, and then bowed deeply. Getting up, I closed the small distance between me and my objective and removed the katana. I glanced at the wakizashi he always used to wear with his katana. Double sword, traditional samurai sign. I decided I’d use them both, just as he had in his final battle. I unsheathed the two blades and adjusted my grip. With a final bow, I flashed out.

When I took form at my destination, a small shiver coursed through my body. It was pretty cold out here. Well, northern mountains in Mongolia weren’t known for their excessive heat in the middle of autumn.

I had chosen Siberian Killer territory, the fastest way to pick a fight with other werewolves. The one rule they had was any shifter that stepped foot on their territory would be killed. Here I was, standing tall, all focused, muscles bulging under the strain and excitement of an impending battle, taunting whoever was nearby.

About the author

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, ALINA POPESCU has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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The Running Game on Audio

If you’re on the road, cleaning the house, or out in the garden you still need to read a book right? Well now you can download The Running Game as an Audio book. Check out the sample and listen to the wonderful Mil Nicholson as she narrates my paranormal thriller.

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Craving Stains

I’m very excited today to be bringing you a guest post from amazing author Alina Popescu, who isn’t just a great writer and promoter, but she’s a good friend who has held my hand for more than a year now. Check out her book, I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.

Craving Stains Blog Tour

 

Find the Author in the Character Details

They say the devil is in the details, and they probably are right, just because everything is in the details. You idiot in a text can be an insult or it can show anger. Add an emoji that’s winking or sticking its little tongue out and the meaning changes. But I digress! Authors follow the way the devil likes to play it. Sometimes, you can find them hidden in character details. Is this an extension of write what you know? Maybe. Or maybe we spend so much time with our characters that we just can’t help it and we put a bit of our very souls in them. Or some of our ideas, feelings, fears. It’s an anything goes sort of deal!

I’ve been quite honest in saying that Alexa, my female lead in the Bad Blood trilogy is probably 90% me. She had my background, a lot of my physical traits, even more of how I think, react, and talk at times. She ran away to the one place I considered running away to. Yup, she’s me, no doubt about that. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to writing myself into a character, and that is probably why the trilogy was both therapeutic, cathartic, and challenging for me to write.

However, Alexa is not the only character I added parts of me to. I added my need to get away and break free to Wynn. Sure, I did not have it as bad, but while I wrote Craving Stains, I was also staring out the window at the beautiful weather and hoping I could just forget about work and run way somewhere. Writing is always easier and better when you’re on vacation, isn’t it?

Doyle did not escape either. I gave him all my love for bikes, tattoos, and adventure. In a way, Wynn and Doyle were two sides of me that were arguing with each other at the time. They went ahead and ganged up on me, making me write their story, but that’s okay!

I did not stop there. Vicks, one of the main characters of my werewolf universe, got my dog, Ares. She refuses to walk him when I tell her to, even if he actually listens to her… Bad character! Shiki—who shares the same universe of the Tales of the Werewolf Tribes series and whose book, Strength to Let Go, you’ll get in early July—got my otaku side (he’s into video games, manga, and anime as much as I am), and some of my emotional hiccups, such as blaming himself for everything that goes wrong in his relationship.

Putting bits and pieces of yourself into the characters you write is not good or bad. It just is for a lot of us. I also happen to think it makes the characters real, easy to relate to. Sure, I am trying to keep it subtle and not get swept away by my god complex… I have one, I just try not to be obvious about creating my characters in my own image 😀

 

Title: Craving Stains

Author:  Alina Popescu

Length: novella

Genre: gay, gay fiction, science fiction, paranormal, gay romance

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis

Wynn Brenwood has been trapped by his mother since birth, shut away in a sterile, hospital-like apartment.

Is it her desire to keep him safe that sees him locked up in his pristine cage? Or are her motives less innocent and well-intentioned?

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Wynn longs to break free to experience the world he sees beyond his window.

Desperate to escape, he meets Doyle, a handsome, leather-clad, and enigmatic stranger.

But is Doyle real, or is he just a figment of Wynn’s imagination?

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Giveaway

Prizes: 1 x $20 WIP Gift card and 3 x ebook copy of Craving Stains by Alina Popescu

About the author

Alina PopescuWriter, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

Social Links

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Extract

A young and happy-looking hostess whom Moira barely acknowledged greeted her and walked her to the Director’s office. They know how much of a screw up they have to weasel their way out of, Moira thought, a cold smile curving half of her mouth. She was going to make them sweat, and she was going to get everything she wanted from them.

Doctor Miller, the chief physician on Wynn’s case, the Director, and some mousy-looking little man who Moira suspected was an accountant or something along those lines were all waiting for her. They first offered her any and all treats and beverages in the universe, and when met with her brusque refusal, they slouched in their chairs and prepared for the onslaught.

“Gentlemen,” Moira started, smiling broadly, yet having no warmth reflected through her eyes. “I hear you’ve sent a report to the Finance Bureau, claiming my son is in perfect health,” she went on, her voice turning icier with every word. “Maybe it’s time for us to end our contract then. No use paying you that obscene monthly fee to have you do nothing but hold his hand.”

“Miss Brenwood, it was simply the truth,” the accountant said in a bitter voice, but reconsidered under the murderous stare of the Director.

“Moira, darling, please ignore him,” the Director said, his heavy breathing being for once caused by something other than his obesity. “We clearly stated that this qualified as proactive care, preventing any other future illness in your son’s case.”

“Well, Clifton,” Moira said, stressing the man’s first name with a curl of her lip. “You weren’t very convincing apparently. They are going to investigate me for money laundering. As I have all the proper documents and invoices from you, I assure you, they will find nothing wrong with my papers. But as your reports indicate otherwise, I am sure they’ll think someone in your lower financial ranks isn’t in on it, thus forgetting to cover your tracks, and have your hospital investigated as well.”

She watched the man pale, his jaw dropping, making an obscenely gaping hole. She rolled her eyes, and then shook her head. What the hell had these idiots thought would happen? That when the Bureau came a-knocking and found nothing, they’d just go home with their tail between their legs? Of course they’d always investigate both or all parties involved in a potential fraud.

“Clifton, you really have no idea how the world works. How on earth do you manage this hospital?” She graced them with her special, mocking smirk, the one she’d developed in the many decades of being a rich wife with seemingly too much time on her hands.

“Mrs. Brenwood, I assure you, we will fix this,” the Director said, turning to look at the accountant sternly.

“Oh, I am sure you will. Now, Dr. Miller, I need a private moment with you.” She stood and left the office without saying goodbye, walking straight to Miller’s own

office. Moira ventured a glance over her shoulder and saw the good doctor following her like the obedient little dog he was.


Edge of Hope Blog Tour

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Title: The Edge of Hope

Series: Bad Blood, Book 1

Genre: paranormal, supernatural, urban fantasy, romance, vampires

Length: novel

Synopsis

Everyone she loved betrayed her. She felt lost and broken. Getting away from the pain and embracing a new path, Alexa decided to leave her old life behind and chase a long forgotten dream in Malta. There she met a gorgeous man, bearing the scent of fresh love. He led her to a new city to explore, Amsterdam. Is the tall, dark, and delicious man a dream come true or just a risky gamble?

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Alexa chose hope and new beginnings over fear and warning signs only to be brutally dragged into a world she never really thought existed. Vampires, their feuds, and her future held tightly in their hands.

Trapped in a mysterious world, Alexa gives love chance after chance. Following her quest of self-discovery in a blood bound world, will she survive the journey?

 

Excerpt

“Hello, I am Hesrah. Nice to meet you.”

Polite and stiff, no facial expression, no smile, no unnecessary movement, only her dark brown eyes showed some life, some slow fire that kept her going.

“Hello, I am Louis and this is Alexa. We will be your hosts during your stay on earth.” Louis smiled and extended his hand, which she shook after a few awkward moments.

“I look forward to it. May I be shown to my room now?” she said with no inflexion in her tone.

It took me a second to react as I was analyzing her outfit…jeans and a plain t-shirt, sport shoes and denim jacket. It seemed completely wrong for her attitude and behavior.

“Sure, I’ll take you to your room,” I eventually said. “It’s right next to mine.”

“Lovely.”

She did not sound like she meant it. She sounded more like cyborgs from a sci-fi movie. She wasn’t as captivating as Anukh or Louis, or even Anthony. She was just formal and…uptight. Oh, brother, I said to myself. This will definitely be tons of fun.

When she entered the room, I finally noticed her backpack. She took some more clothes out of it, all plain and simple. She asked where she could put them and I pointed to the closet.

“What is it?” she asked. “Why are you frowning like that?”

I hadn’t realized I was. I had been warned before that my face and eyes give away what I was struggling to keep from saying but, apparently, I never learned.

“Umm, dunno, you are just not what I expected,” I confessed.

“And what did you expect?” She cocked her head and waited.

“I guess someone similar to Anukh, but more impressive and graceful?”

“Are you asking me?”

“No, just turning it into a question till I figure out how offensive my statement is.” I shrugged.

“You are very blunt, aren’t you?”

It did not sound like a compliment.

“Yeah, maybe. Anyway, I can atone for that by kindly inviting you to use any of my makeup and raid my closet whenever you feel like wearing something less…”

“Less what?” she demanded, raising an eyebrow.

“Less plain.”

“I am on a mission and I have comfortable clothes for it,” she answered, quickly. She was just staring at me and I thought I should put an end to kicking the hornet’s nest.

“I should go now. Catch you later.”

I finally allowed myself to enjoy a refreshing sigh the moment I got on the other side of the door. I also added yet another note to self. Whenever I find myself talking to a deadly creature who can kill me in under five seconds, maybe, just maybe, watching my tongue would be smart.

 

Find out more: http://alina-popescu.com/badblood

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Ebook

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JEBJXDQ

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00JEBJXDQ

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Paperback

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/The-Edge-Hope-Blood-Volume/dp/1497436303/

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Coming Soon: The Breaking of Bonds, Bad Blood #2

The Breaking of Bonds, book 2 of the Bad Blood Trilogy will be released on May 28th, 2015

A human sacrifice has forced vampires, trueborn and baseborn alike, into an escalating conflict with one side pushing for revenge, the other for freedom. The hunt for Anthony and Louis is the trueborns’ main objective, driven by Hesrah’s desire to get even with the two baseborns and avenge her best friend, Alexa. The baseborns are rattled and divided between rallying around the rebels and obeying the rules imposed by Ankhsis.

What emerges from the portal from Earth to Ankhsis in the middle of the turmoil rocking both worlds is more dead than alive. Not human and not baseborn. Certainly not trueborn. This new being will either damn them all or be their race’s most powerful weapon. Will they trust it not to destroy them, or will Ankhsis decide putting it down is the only solution?

In the end, who is guilty? Who will pay? Will anyone survive its wrath?

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Giveaway

Prizes: 1 signed copy of The Edge of Hope and 3 Ebooks

Prizes: 1 signed copy of The Edge of Hope and 3 Ebooks

About the author

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and even won awards in local competitions. She has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm, which explains her deep love for vampires and is also to blame for this trilogy.

Social Links

Site & Blog: http://alina-popescu.com

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/authoralinapopescu

Twitter: http://twitter.com/alina_popescu

Instagram: http://instagram.com/alinapopescuwriter

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/alina-popescu

Google+:  https://www.google.com/+AlinaPopescu

Amazon:  http://amazon.com/author/alinapopescu


The Running Game Audio Book

I’ve been so lucky to work with a wonderful narrator and producer Mil Nicholson, she has transformed my book The Running Game and it’s available now from Audible, Amazon and I-tunes.

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