New Release – The Curse of Clyffe House by Will MacMillan Jones

Today I have a New Release for you, The Curse of Clyffe House, from my friend Will MacMillan Jones.  Will has given us a taste with an excerpt of what is to come.

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The Curse of Clyffe House is the fourth in the Mister Jones Mysteries collection

It was supposed to be a holiday, time away whilst his friend and neighbour wrote a book about their last adventure. But as soon as Mister Jones arrives at the holiday cottage things start to go wrong, and waking up to find a skeleton in his bed is only the start. Terror stalks this cottage and before long Mister Jones discovers an ancient Evil is plotting to wreak devastation across the land; and it will start with his death.

Poison, fear and a horrific Shadow from long ago stand between their survival: can Mister Jones and his friend defeat the Curse of Clyffe House and live?

Praise for the Mister Jones Mysteries collection on Amazon:

‘I could not put the book down’

‘Creepy and unsettling’

‘Don’t read alone in the dark’

‘Sparsely told in a classic horror style’

‘A mad rush into danger that horror lovers will adore’

‘A classic, Dennis Wheatley feel’

‘Read it in one sitting’

‘Two days later, I can still remember every detail’

 

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Robert turned over in the antique bed and sighed as he heard the springs of the old mattress move under his weight. In that ethereal state between waking and dreaming he reflected that elderly beds in solitary ancient holiday cottages were a hazard to be accepted when on solo walking tours of the Welsh countryside: at least he was only here for the one night before shouldering his rucksack and moving on. Even the dubious delights of this place that both looked and felt as if it still belonged to the Middle Ages were better than sleeping outside. Especially, he thought, as the rain was beating intermittently against the small, single glazed window. He hoped the weather would be better by the morning.

Then Robert froze. The mattress springs groaned under the shifting weight of another body – yet he was here alone. He could feel the motion as the other person rolled over and sat up. Although he didn’t dare to move, Robert opened his eyes. Bright moonlight filtered into the room through the ill-fitting curtains. The intruder stood up, leaving the bed, and Robert heard the bedroom door open.

At last he found the courage to roll over and sit up. Warily turning his head, he saw that the bedroom door was now wide open and he could hear footsteps in the corridor leading to the main entrance. With a sudden surge of unexpected bravery, he flung the bedclothes away without noticing that the duvet on the other side of the bed had lain undisturbed. He heard the sound of a handle turning and Robert ran around the end of the bed and looked out into the corridor. The moonlight shone through the open front door, and he could see that he was alone.

The front door slammed shut, the sound terrifyingly loud in the silent cottage. Robert walked cautiously to the door, and looked out. Across the field, he could see a single figure slowly walking away from him. The person was wearing an ankle length white nightgown and had long auburn hair reaching halfway down the back of the gown: she was clearly female, and his instincts were stirred by her figure. Transfixed, he watched her walk away from him. Robert was inexplicably saddened as, driven by the wind, clouds drifted across the moon and she vanished from his sight. He turned back into the cottage and pushed his feet into his walking boots without bothering to tie the laces. He grabbed his jacket and strode out of the house, across the field. The light of the full moon shone again as the clouds shifted and there she was – ahead of him on the track that returned to the Coastal Path.

Her hair was mysteriously unmoved by the wind that tugged at his unfastened jacket, but Robert didn’t notice. He was completely confused; who was this woman, and how had she been in his bed? Why had she been in his bed? He wanted answers to these questions,  so he picked up his pace and walked faster towards her. Yet without seeming to increase her speed, she remained always ahead of him.

“Hey! Hey! Wait!” he shouted. She didn’t seem to hear, and Robert shouted again. “Who are you? What do you think you were doing?”

She reached the gate that opened onto the Coastal Path, just as the rain started falling again. Robert cursed as he hurried after her, occasionally slipping as the path became muddy under his feet. At the gate, he stopped to catch his breath, yet she continued walking at that same deceptive pace, southwards now along the cliff top. The earthen track showed an occasional footprint in the mud, footprints that slowly filled with dark rainwater and reflected the brilliant full moon. Robert wiped the rain from his face and licked the water from his lips. He tasted salt and realised that the water was not rainfall but sea spray, driven over the top of the cliffs from the waves that lashed against the rocks far below.

Half slipping now on the mud, Robert ran after the woman. At last, at a turn in the path, she stopped. Panting with the effort, he hurried towards her. The woman walked on for maybe ten paces and then stopped again. At last, thought Robert, he could catch this strange person. The surface became more slippery and treacherous under his feet, so he slowed his speed and walked towards her with some caution.

“No good going over the cliff,” he said aloud to himself and took care in placing his feet. The edge of the cliff was perilously close; indeed the woman was standing now on a dark grassy spur away from the path. Still she faced away from him, but now the wind tugged at her nightgown, revealing a full figure that stirred his blood. Her hair began to stir and fly in the wind. As Robert slowed his steps further and finally approached her, she spread her arms wide to the wind and tilted her head back to bathe her face in the light of the full moon.

“Right,” demanded Robert a little breathlessly, as he reached her. “Who are you, and what the hell were you doing in my cottage, in my bed? In my bed, for god’s sake?”

The woman lowered her arms and turned to face him. With a gasp, Robert saw that she had no lips, no eyes, and no face: just a white skull, gleaming in the moonlight. Skeleton hands reached out for him. With a stifled scream, he staggered backwards and lost his balance. His feet slipped on the wet grass and falling he slid over the edge of the cliff. For an instant his right hand scrabbled vainly for a grip on the grass, then with a cry, he was gone to the welcoming mouth of the raging waves that thundered on the jagged teeth of the rocks a hundred feet below the Coastal Path.

The clouds briefly obscured the full moon, and when they were gone the cliff top was empty and silent.

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New Release – Bumps In The Night by Anthony Renfro

Today I have a New Release for you, Bumps In The Night, from author Anthony Renfro.  So if you want to get a little or a lot scared, then grab this book.

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6 tales of terror filled with gore and suspense.

Need to Feed

Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight, and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?

Fear of the Scarecrow

This short story is about a desperate man hungry for revenge. Sometimes revenge comes with a price.

The Man from the Road

A man suddenly appears on a road. He’s lost, confused, no clue as to how he got there. He starts to walk and stops suddenly. There’s a bonfire in a field nearby. He sees people dancing around this fire. They are performing some kind of ritual. He turns to flee, but he’s captured. No chance of escape. He hopes he is only dreaming, because all of this seems a bit too real.

Gluten Free

Suicide by Gluten? In this short story one man opts out in a most unusual way.

The Dead of Winter

A short story about an apocalyptic nightmare in a crisp frozen landscape filled with winter and living corpses.Two men try to find safety in this dead world. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping not to become food for the zombies.

The Lot

This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil intentions.

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EXP from Fear of the Scarecrow

Tommy pulled himself out of his nightmare thoughts and looked up at the scarecrow again. He took another bitter shot of cheap liquor, grimaced, and then put the bottle away. He pulled out the scrap of paper with the old witches incantations scribbled on it, and then he took out his wife’s wedding ring. He placed the gold band on the ring finger of the scarecrow, slipping it over the burlap flesh that seemed too life like for something so inanimate. It fit perfectly. He looked down at the paper, and then up to the moon. He read these words out loud.

“BY THE LIGHT OF THE FULL MOON!”

“AVENGE ME!”

Tommy looked from the moon to the scarecrow who was now alive. Its eyes burned an eerie green color, and its cut out mouth was now filled with razor sharp teeth and plump red lips. The scarecrow broke the bonds that held its wrists and ankles in place, and floated out towards Tommy, who, of course, took a few steps back, stopping when his butt reached the green corn stalks.

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One Lovely Blog Award

One Lovely Blog Award

One Lovely Blog AwardTina Frisco has nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award along with 15 other fabulous bloggers.  I am honored and blessed that she thought of me.  Thank you, Tina.

Here are the rules for accepting the award:

1.  Thank the lovely person who nominated your blog and follow them.
2.  Display the award and add this set of rules to your post so that your nominees will know what to do
3.  Nominate as many other great blogs as you like, listing them in your post and notifying them via a link in one of their blog posts.
4.  List 7 interesting facts about yourself to the post.

7 Facts About Me : 

  1. I have been with my beautiful husband for a blissful 24 years.
  2. My favourite colours are purple, midnight blue and burgundy
  3. My favourite thing to drink is red wine and filtered water (not together lol)
  4. My favourite things to do are read, write, sketch (although I’m not great at sketching) and design and make mystical clothing
  5. I’ve kept a journal since I quite young
  6. I live in the beautiful mountains in Southern part of Australia
  7. I survived cancer

Bloggers That I Am Nominating

https://witchesofthecraft.com/

https://suteko.wordpress.com/

https://melchelledesigns.com/

http://jadekerrion.com/

https://kimharrison.wordpress.com/

http://lynnrush.com/

https://cpd-inc.com/

http://www.tishthawer.com/

https://paulaacton.com/

https://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/

http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com.au/

https://mysticalmagicalherbs.com/

This is optional.  There’s no dishonor in not accepting my nomination.  I and the blogging community will understand.  I look forward to all of your fabulous blog posts!

Blessed Be!

Imbolc in Southern Hemisphere – Lammas in Northern Hemisphere

As the winter rolls on towards Spring I wish you  Blessed Be!

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July 31/August 1

Also known as Imbolg, Candlemas, Feast of Torches, Oimelc, Lupercalia and Brigid’s Day.

Imbolc is the time of the beginning of beginnings, the time to consider carefully what you will do with the year stretching before you. Imbolc brings the awakening of the life force when the first green shoots of bulbs appear. Life is stirring again and this marks the Goddess recovering after giving birth while the newborn God is depicted as a small child nursing from his mother. The God is growing, spreading sunshine all around causing things to grow. It is a time to honour the feminine and get ready for spring. At lmbolc, the Australian forests are bright with the colour yellow, the Acacia trees coming into full flower. Until fairly recently, the 1st of August was “Wattle day” in Australia (it has now been moved to the 1st of September).

 Lammas – Northern Hemisphere

Many blessings to those in the Northern Hemisphere as your days begin to cool towards Autumn. Blessed Be!

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Lughnassadh or Lammas

Posted on August 1, 2015 by ladyoftheabyss

Lughnassadh (pronounced “LOO-nahs-ah”) or Lammas, is one of the Greater Wiccan Sabbats and is usually celebrated on August 1st or 2nd, although occasionally on July 31st. The Celtic festival held in honor of the Sun God Lugh (pronounced “Loo”) is traditionally held on August 7th. Some Pagans celebrate this holiday on the first Full Moon in Leo. Other names for this sabbath include the First Harvest Festival, the sabbath of First Fruits, August Eve, Lammastide, Harvest Home, Ceresalia (Ancient Roman in honor of the Grain Goddess Ceres), Feast of Bread, sabbath of First Fruits, Festival of Green Corn (Native American), Feast of Cardenas, Cornucopia (Strega), Thingtide and Elembiuos. Lughnassadh is named for the Irish Sun God Lugh (pronounced Loo), and variant spellings for the holiday are Lughnasadh, Lughnasad, Lughnassad, Lughnasa or Lunasa. The most commonly used name for this sabbath is Lammas, an Anglo-Saxon word meaning “loaf-mass”.
The Lughnassadh sabbath is a time to celebrate the first of three harvest celebrations in the Craft. It marks the middle of Summer represents the start of the harvest cycle and relies on the early crops of ripening grain, and also any fruits and vegetables that are ready to be harvested. It is therefore greatly associated with bread as grain is one of the first crops to be harvested. Wiccans give thanks and honor to all Gods and Goddesses of the Harvest, as well as those who represent Death and Resurrection.
This is a time when the God mysteriously begins to weaken as the Sun rises farther in the South, each day grows shorter and the nights grow longer. The Goddess watches in sorrow as She realizes that the God is dying, and yet lives on inside Her as Her child. It is in the Celtic tradition that the Goddess, in her guise as the Queen of Abundance, is honored as the new mother who has given birth to the bounty; and the God is honored as the God of Prosperity.

New Release – Dead Still by Barbara Ebel, M.D.

I have a new release for you from my friend Barbara Ebel for her new book Dead Still, which is a spin off of the Dr. Danny Tilson novels.

Dead Still (Dr. Annabel Tilson Novels Book 1) by [Ebel, Barbara]

 

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Annabel Tilson is a medical student finally liberated from the two-year confinement of lecture halls and gross anatomy. The first clinical rotation of her junior year is surgery where she has high hopes of mastering the basis of patient care like her famous neurosurgeon father. However, she soon realizes that studying for exams and taking care of patients is only part of the complex burden of her role as a surgical team member.

Grappling with a third-year resident who hates her and a dreamy infatuation for her chief resident, she also discovers an inordinate outbreak of patient mortality. Annabel then meets a resident from another specialty who has noticed the same statistics and, with his help, takes a crash course in pharmacology.

The clock is ticking as patients are dying within twenty-four hours of their procedures without apparent surgical complications. But for Annabel to dig further puts her at risk of failing the rotation and ending her future career as a physician.

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I hope you enjoy DEAD STILL!  This is Book One in the medical adventures of Dr. Annabel Tilson and is also a standalone story.

Annabel’s novel is a spinoff from her father’s series, The Dr. Danny Tilson Novels, especially Book Four – Secondary Impact. Those books are:

Book One: Operation Neurosurgeon
Book Two: Silent Fear: a Medical Mystery (also an audiobook)
Book Three: Collateral Circulation: a Medical Mystery (also an audiobook)
Book Four: Secondary Impact

*****

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Excerpt Promotion – Tears of the Sun by Jean Kilczer

Today I have an excerpt for you from Tears of the Sun, book three in the Star Sojourner series by my friend Jean Kilczer.

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A fanatic general is plotting to conquer the galaxy, and only Jules Rammis can stop him.

It’s not that Jules looks for trouble. As an astrobiologist, he’d rather study the intriguing alien plant/animal species, Blackroot. But his telepathic abilities attract the wrong aliens, and Terrans. This time it’s General Ki Rowdinth, crazed leader of the Vermakt people. The psychotic tyrant intends to extort the combined gold depositories of Earth and all the colony planets to finance an army that will rule the worlds. If the Worlds Government doesn’t agree to Rowdinth’s demands, he vows to engage a dark-energy weapon that will destroy Earth.

It looks as though only Jules, with his powerful telepathic abilities, stands between the rat-like general and the total annihilation of our homeworld.

The third book in Jean Kilczer’s Star Sojourner Series, Spears of the Sun is a stand-alone novel and can be enjoyed even if you haven’t read other books in the series.

 

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I was shivering badly as I approached the beach past the jetty. It was getting harder to lift my arms. I side-stroked instead, trying to relax with my head above water. High in the sky, the Shayl followed. “Come down, you slimy bastard,” I muttered and spit out water. “And I’ll drown you.” But he knew better. I tried to rub the taste of salt off my tongue.

Wait a minute. Which way was the beach? Oh yeah. The lights from houses on cliffs behind me. Behind me? I was swimming seaward! Focus on the lights, dammit! I knew I was becoming disoriented as my temperature continued to drop. In a mildly disinterested way, I wondered if I’d be able to walk when I reached land. I swam on, without thinking, gritting my teeth against the pain of freezing to death.

What’s that scraping sound? Sand beneath my shoulder! I scraped bottom as a wave receded. The next wave lifted me and plunked me down half out of water.

I got to my knees and crawled through soggy sand and pebbles like some sea creature testing the land for the first time. Why did I weigh so much? Oh, yeah. The weight of being back on land and the muscle failure of hypothermia. I staggered to my feet and tried to close my numb hands. They were shaking, and stiff as lobster claws.

I moaned as I looked up. The lights. Move toward the high, warm lights.

What was that in the sand? A stingray? I’d better go around it. No. What was I thinking? Just an angular rock.

I found the steps that led up to the cliff, to the lights, and tried to climb. My hands wouldn’t close on the rail. But I could still crawl. One frozen hand after another. One iced knee after another.

The light of a moon guided me. How many moons on this miserable, outback planet? It was a mind exercise to help me focus. Four? No, that was Halcyon’s quota of moons. Or was it? One? No, that was Earth. Syl’ Terria? Oh, fuck it.

The sandy wooden steps pressed into my knees through ripped pants as I crawled, but I reached the weedy plain at the top of the cliff. There, before me, was a community of round houses, geodesic domes made of brown native rock, spread out like termite mounds, with wide lit windows to view the sea.

I rubbed my arms and shivered as I stayed to shadows and lurched toward the closest house with its warm yellow lights. The Shayl circled in the sky, too high to see me in the shadows of this scattered, residential community, even with his night-hunter’s vision.

But when I reached the house I held back and peered through a window. A man, a woman, and two teenagers sat around a blazing fireplace. One of the kids, a boy, was talking. The rest were listening. The girl laughed and slapped the boy’s shoulder.

I leaned against the wall. Ice water puddled at my feet. If my pursuers found me here, would they murder this family so the police wouldn’t be alerted? Zorga and the Shayl were capable of that. They thought no more of killing for creds than we thought of swatting a fly. Could I take a chance with innocent lives to save my own? In the distance, waves sloshed against the shore, indifferent to the frenetic pursuits of short-lived creatures.

 

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Hound’s Bite Release Party Giveaway

Hound’s Bite Release Party Giveaway

Happy book birthday to HOUND’S BITE, the fifth full-length novel in the bestselling, award-winning Ivy Granger urban fantasy series by E.J. Stevens!  We are celebrating this book release with a giveaway.

Keep reading for a chance to win an Amazon Gift Card and signed swag!

Hound's Bite (Ivy Granger, Psychic Detective #5) urban fantasy by E.J. Stevens

Hound’s Bite (Ivy Granger, Psychic Detective #5) by E.J. Stevens

Ivy Granger thought she left the worst of Mab’s creations behind when she escaped Faerie. She thought wrong.

In a cruel twist of fate, Ivy has unleashed a powerful horde of Unseelie
beasts upon her city, turning her homecoming into a potential slaughter
of innocents. Now Ivy must gather her allies to fight a reputedly
unstoppable force—The Wild Hunt.

Will the training Ivy received in her father’s court be enough to save
her city, or will Harborsmouth be forced to kneel before the Lord of the
Hunt? She is willing risk her own life, but some sacrifices come at a
cost worse than death. When an ally is bitten by one of The Wild Hunt’s
hounds, Ivy must face the possibility that winning this battle may mean
killing the one person she has come to love most.

Release Date: Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Genre: Paranormal, Supernatural Suspense, Urban Fantasy

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Grab your copy today and enter a world of bloodsucking vampires, psychotic faeries, and kick-ass heroines.

World of Ivy Granger

The world of Ivy Granger includes the Ivy Granger, Psychic Detective series and the Hunters’ Guild series.

Ivy Granger, Psychic Detective Series: 

  • Shadow Sight (Ivy Granger #1)
  • Blood and Mistletoe: Novella (Ivy Granger #1.5)
  • Ghost Light (Ivy Granger #2)
  • Club Nexus: Novella (Ivy Granger #2.5)
  • Burning Bright (Ivy Granger #3)
  • Birthright (Ivy Granger #4)
  • Hound’s Bite (Ivy Granger #5)
  • Blood Rite (Ivy Granger #6) coming soon.

Hunters’ Guild Series: 

  • Hunting in Bruges (Hunters’ Guild #1)
  • Hunting in Paris (Hunters’ Guild #2) coming soon.

The Ivy Granger series has won numerous awards, including the BTS Red
Carpet Award for Best Novel, the PRG Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best
Paranormal Fantasy Novel, Best Urban Fantasy Novel, and finalist for
Best Urban Fantasy Series.  The series is available in multiple formats (Ebook, Trade Paperback, Audiobook) and languages (English, Italian, German).  New formats and languages becoming available monthly.  Sign up for E.J. Stevens’ monthly newsletter and never miss a release.

Hound’s Bite Release Party Giveaway

We are giving away a $15 Amazon Gift Card and a swag pack with Hound’s Bite swag signed by the author.
To enter, please use the Rafflecopter form below.  This giveaway is open to US/UK/CA. Giveaway begins on release day July 12, 2016 and ends July 25, 2016 midnight EST.

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