The Inheritor by Gil Hardwick

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After his two closest cousins die mysteriously, dreamy young Ned finds himself the last remaining heir to a vast outback cattle empire. He has to learn quickly to stand on his own feet. But he is not alone. There are other interests blocking his path in life. Using Aboriginal magic and strength of character his family maintain the status quo and restore their lineage, but at great personal cost. Ned Collins inherits far more than property and wealth.

Full length novel – 286 pages, 78,000+ words.

Bio: As an anthropologist, novelist and writer Gil Hardwick is a gifted author. Over many years working as a field ethnographer in the vast Australian inland he has met real characters and had real-life adventures, bringing his personalities and his plots to vibrant life. Writing from life, he neither shies away from real issues and at times confronting dilemmas.

No Exit by Julie Harris

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Sometimes glimpsing the future can be deadly.
Rebecca Miller is a gifted clairvoyant who knows what’s ahead for everyone but herself. When a psychic reading for a US senator’s wife reveals the assassination of the next President, she is taken into protective custody. Rebecca soon discovers that helping to keep a future President alive is also a battle for her own survival.

Bio
Julie Harris is the Australian author of Anna's Gold, The Site, No Exit, The Diamond Factory, Beyond Laughter, An Absence of Angels, and many more. She has been published in Australia, USA, UK, Germany and France. Her writing, which crosses most genres, has been compared to Harper Lee and Jack London. Of one of her books, The Longest Winter, best selling author Bryce Courtenay has declared, "I'd give five years of my life to write a book like that".

Julie lives with her husband in a small country town on the Darling Downs in Queensland, Australia.

Dream Walker by Shannon Sinclair

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Do dreams really come true? Much to Aislen Walker’s dismay, they do.

Like most young women, she only wants a normal life—to finish school, become a nurse, maybe even travel the world someday. But one night she has a terrible nightmare, watching helplessly as a young boy executes a man in cold blood. What she wants to believe is only a bad dream turns out to be an actual murder!

Is this all for real? Is she just going crazy? Or is she, as her dead-beat dad tries to tell her, a “walker,” one with a special talent for crossing into different dimensions? If she believes him she stumbled into The Stratum, a dimension run by powerful organization that manipulates and controls the real-world through it. And they really don’t like strangers wandering in, fouling up their plans or exposing their nefarious deeds.

In the first book of the Walker Saga, Aislen must decide what’s true and what’s a lie, who she can trust and who she can’t and discover who and what she reallly is, in a reality where nothing and nobody is what they seem.

BIO:

They say, “write what you know” and for Shannan Sinclair that meant writing the weird.

At a very young age, Ms. Sinclair began experiencing many strange and extraordinary paranormal events, from dream travels and actual hauntings of her childhood home, to psychic phenomena such as premonitions, telepathy, clairvoyance and clairaudience. She has even had the pleasure of a couple of UFO sightings.

After twenty years of studying mysticism, holistic theology, philosophy and quantum theory, Sinclair wanted to weave those concepts with some of her own experiences into a fictional adventure.

Her first novel, Dream Walker explores the question: is our mind really only contained to our brain? Or is it possible that space/time/dimension travel, although not yet something we do on a physical level, is something we have always done through consciousness?

“I am definitely not unique,” Sinclair explains. “Everyone at some time has experienced phenomena that doesn’t fit into the confines of logic and science. Every individual has a dream space on a nightly basis and has probably had experiences that have left them wondering at the nature of reality and consciousness.”

Shannan Sinclair was born and raised in the heart of California's Central Valley running barefoot through its pastures and throwing dirt clods at crop dusters. She had the courage to escape once, joining the Air Force and living in exotic places such as Japan and Texas, but soon found herself sucked right back into the undeniably charming vortex of Modesto, California.

When she isn’t saving the world as a 911 dispatch superhero, she’s a mild-mannered writer.

Alright, maybe “mild” isn’t the right word...

Dream Walker is her first novel.

Forged in Fire by Trish McCallan

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Nominated For 2011’s Best Paranormal Romance 

by The Romance Review!

Beth Brown doesn’t believe in premonitions until she dreams a sexy stranger is gunned down during the brutal hijacking of a commercial airliner. When events in her dream start coming true, she heads to the flight’s departure gate. To her shock, she recognizes the man she’d watched die the night before.

Lieutenant Commander Zane Winters comes from a bloodline of elite warriors with psychic abilities. When Zane and two of his platoon buddies arrive at Sea-Tac Airport, he has a vision of his teammates’ corpses. Then she arrives—a leggy blonde who sets off a different kind of alarm.

As Beth teams up with Zane, they discover the hijacking is the first step in a secret cartel’s deadly global agenda and that key personnel within the FBI are compromised. To survive the forces mobilizing against them, Beth will need to open herself to a psychic connection with the sexy SEAL who claims to be her soul mate.

"Forged In Fire is a smoking hot adventure with an irresistible alpha hero. Danger, action, suspense, and a steamy romance make a story that's impossible to put down!"

Patti O'Shea, National Bestselling Author of Through a Crimson Veil


Excerpt

Lieutenant Commander Zane Winters shifted uneasily against the grungy white wall across from gate C18’s ticket counter. He felt naked without his Glock. Exposed. An itchy, irritating prickle of vulnerability tightened his skin and cramped his muscles. Which was fucking ridiculous. They were on leave, for Christ’s sake, booked on a civilian flight. Yeah, he and Cosky and Rawls had to check their weapons with their luggage, but so what? They weren’t going wheels-up, facing deployment to some godforsaken foreign jungle or burning swath of sand.


“Did they have to pick Hawaii? We have the same blue sky and warm weather in Coronado. And without the tourists.”


Zane barely heard Cosky’s disgusted mutter through the drone of excited voices surrounding them. With a grunt, he massaged the back of his neck and surveyed the growing crowd. More passengers were arriving by the minute. Shit, there were already too many people to keep an eye on. Too many jackets and pockets and purses. Too many places to conceal a weapon.


A stacked brunette across the gate area caught his gaze and offered a sultry smile. Zane turned away.


“Jesus.” Rawls’ lazy grin was a slash of white in his sun-bronzed face. “You two need to get off base more often. You’re as hinky as a pair of hounds during tick season. Those are civilians y’all are glaring at, not a room full of tangos.” Bright blue eyes zeroed in on the brunette across the room. “What you need is some of that. Sun, sand and sex. All the fixin’s for a memorable vacation.”


Cosky shot his teammate a derisive glance. “When did you become so fond of sand and sun? Sure as hell not last month, judging by your nonstop bitching.”


Rawls flipped him the finger. “It’s that third “s”, Cos. Makes all the difference. You should try it sometime, but without that blow-up Barbie you keep stashed beneath your bunk.”


Shrill laughter erupted across the room. Zane tracked the sound, skimming an abandoned stroller and clusters of luggage. When the brunette tried to catch his eye again, he swore beneath his breath. Shifting against the wall, he gave her his back.


“See? This is why I like hanging with you, skipper,” Rawls drawled, a grin twitching the edges of his mouth. “You attract the little darlin’s over, and when you turn that cold shoulder on ‘em, they start buzzin’ round Cosky and me.”


“Leave me out of it,” Cosky said. “Unlike you, I don’t need to surf Zane’s wake for a hookup.”


“A hookup?” Rawls shook his head and smirked. “Is that any way to talk about your hand?” Bracing his elbows against the wall behind them, he tilted his head and studied Zane’s face. “Seriously, skipper, you should take her up on that offer. It’s not like—” He broke off to scan Zane’s face more intently. Suddenly he frowned. “You’re shittin’ me. That’s some prime real estate over there, and you don’t have any interest in her? None at all? That just ain’t… natural.”


Hell, Rawls was right. She was prime time. A real looker. Long, thick mahogany hair. A tight, curvy ass. Stacked across the chest. Enough flare through the hips to hold onto. She was the kind of woman who’d give wet dreams to any straight male between puberty and death.


Which must mean he was dead. Because he was way past puberty, yet he didn’t feel even a twitch of interest. No chills. No thrills. No goose bumps.


She could be his great-grandmother, for all the attraction he felt.


Every year the numbness dug a little deeper, spread a little further. He’d been warned about this particular side effect of the family gift—or curse, depending on who was talking. But knowing about it, and living with it, were completely different animals.


“Let’s hope that woman of yours shows up ASAP. Much more of this drought and you won’t remember what to do with her.” With a flash of white teeth, Rawls reached over to punch Zane’s shoulder.


The moment Rawls’ fist made contact, every muscle in Zane’s body clenched. He froze, his breath locked in his throat. His vision blurred.


Click.


It was a subtle sound. A switch flipping inside his head. An image flashed through his mind. Quick. Brutal. Ugly.


Rawls sprawled across a bank of narrow seats. His blue t-shirt splotched with black. Blood dripping from limp fingers. A fixed stare glazing his blue eyes.


The vision vanished.


“Son of a bitch.” Sheer disgust vibrated in Cosky’s gritty voice. “We’re on stand-down. This is a civilian flight. Regardless of that all-too-familiar look on your face, we cannot be in any goddamn danger.”


But he didn’t dislodge the hand Zane clamped around his bicep.


This time Zane was expecting the vision. He tensed anyway, his body contracting into one giant charley horse.


Click.


He strained to capture as many details as possible as the new vision flashed through his mind.


Gray eyes locked and empty, already filming with the unmistakable haze of death. Black hair saturated with blood. Hands clenched. He was splayed across a narrow aisle, dark blue upholstered seats rising on either side of his head.


When the image vanished, he released Cosky’s arm and wrestled air back into his lungs.


“Tell me this is a joke,” Cosky demanded.


Zane shook his head and gripped the back of his neck with both hands.


“What did you see?” Rawls finally asked.


Zane drew a shallow breath. “You dead. Cosky dead.”

Diary of a Part Time Ghost by Vered Ehsani

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In the first book of the ‘Ghosts & Shadows’ series, fifteen-year old Ash wants nothing more than to be a normal kid and avoid trouble. Then his birthday gift transforms him into a ghost and zaps him back in time to the beginning of the American Revolution. If he thought that was bad, it’s about to get a whole lot worse. Ash must rescue his ancestor from one danger after another, including an implacable enemy who controls the very shadows. What starts out as a brief experiment in time travel rapidly changes into a race for his very survival, and Ash is running out of time. Despite his efforts to stay out of trouble, Ash finds plenty of it. As he moves through one shadow-plagued adventure after another, Ash gradually discovers that true power lives in the most unexpected place: himself.

Bio: South African by birth, I have lived in Kenya the past 11 years with my husband and two children. In between writing and breathing, I also work at the United Nations Environment Programme.


Excerpt: 


This is the part when things go from so-so to way-out not good.

I stared across the room toward the darkened eating area; the light above the sink cast a shadow of the kitchen table unto the wall. Sitting around the table’s shadow were four humanoid shadows. And guess who their faceless heads were staring at? Could it get any worse than that? Oh yeah, you bet it did.

They were watching me. They had no eyes but I knew they were watching me. I glanced down; my shadow lay on the ground as it should, connected to me and not moving about independently. Good shadow.

I looked up in time to see the four not-so-good shadowy images of my parents and two youngest sisters stand up from the flat table. I pressed my back against the counter by the sink and felt cold water seep through my T-shirt. The shadows began to lazily stretch up the wall, toward the ceiling.

“What do you want?” I whispered, but my throat was so constricted that my voice came out as a squeak.

The four forms darkened, and their fingers elongated, drifting along the ceiling toward me. Barely able to breath, I eyed the light switch panel located beside the doorway leading to the rest of the house, and began to inch toward it. That seemed a smart thing to do. One of the shadows thought so too. It flowed along the walls and completely covered the panel and surrounding wall. To turn on all the kitchen lights, I would have to stand right in front of the waiting darkness and touch it, and even then I wasn’t sure if the lights would chase away the creatures, whatever they were.

I stopped moving and tried not to look toward the only other avenue of escape: the door leading to the outside of the house. Above me, the writhing black mass of fingers had reached the edge of the ceiling and began to creep down the wall toward the sink and me. The whole kitchen seemed darker, colder.

Interview with Vered Ehsani

What will readers like about your book?

Ash, the main character. He’s real. He’s not smooth, confident or particularly brave. He’s just trying to be a normal kid and he would prefer if the world would just leave him alone. He also has a slightly sarcastic sense of humour and talks to himself. There’re also enough spooky scenes and adventure to keep the blood moving.

Why did you self publish?

I was fed up waiting around for someone else to decide to publish my story! And I really wanted to see all my work finally out in the world.

What is your writing process?

I tend to get my ideas for characters, scenes and even the whole story at odd moments – while I’m jogging, working at my day job, trying to fall asleep etc. Sometimes, I will see a scene unfolding while I’m daydreaming. Other times, characters will start a conversation in my head. Yes, I know that sounds a little on the weird side of normal. Then I start sketching things out on scraps of paper, and when I get time, I type the ideas out and start writing.

How long does it take you to write your first draft?

Well, it’s hard to say, because I’m also working and so I don’t get a large chunk of time to write it all. So the first draft took about a year, spread out and in between working and kids’ stuff.

What inspired you to write this particular story?

For a while, I had been thinking about writing a story for teen readers that would be a fun adventure with a character who wants to do the right thing but isn’t always sure he wants the hassle that comes with that. Ash, the main character, and the basic structure of this book popped into my mind while on a trip to Vancouver with my family.

Blood Sisters by Michelle Scott

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Starla had always imagined that becoming a vampire would make her popular, glamorous and wealthy. But after she and her best friend, Jordan, become undead, Starla realizes one thing: a vampire’s life sucks.

Since there’s no turning back, she tries to make the best of her situation, but it isn’t easy. Especially not after her friend abandons her to serve the oldest, most powerful vampire in the city. Or when she gets on the bad side of a gang of vampires who’ve taken over the zoo. Or when she meets a really cute boy and ends up falling in love, only to find out that there’s a major problem…she’s a vampire, and he’s a vampire killer.

Bio: Michelle Scott received her MFA from Wayne State University. Her stories have appeared in such places as Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show, All Possible Worlds and Realms. Her fantasy novel, The Dragons of Hazlett was nominated for a 2009 EPPIE Award. Michelle’s YA novels include the vampire romance, Blood Sisters, and the fantasy Uncommon Magic. Her latest fantasy novel, An Anthem for the Battle Lands, was just released from Mundania Press, LLC. Michelle lives in southeast Michigan with her husband and three children.



Interview with Michelle Scott


What will readers like about your book?


I love page turners, so I try very hard to make the story as compelling as possible. And since this story involves vampires, gangs of vampires, evil vampire overlords, and a really cute vampire killer, I’m hoping that it will appeal to anyone who’s wanted to become a vampire.

Why did you self publish? 


I chose to self-publish this book as a kind of experiment. I’ve published three novels traditionally through a small press, and I thought it would be fun to try doing it on my own. And it has been fun!

The End of the World by Andrew Biss

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Accustomed to a life of cosseted seclusion at home with his parents, Valentine is suddenly faced with making his own way in the world. His new life is quickly upended, however, when he's mugged at gunpoint. Finding shelter at a mysterious inn run by the dour Mrs. Anna, he soon encounters a Bosnian woman with a hole where her stomach used to be, an American entrepreneur with a scheme to implant televisions into people's foreheads, and a Catholic priest who attempts to lure him down inside a kitchen sink. Then things start getting strange...

In this story based loosely around the state of Bardo from The Tibetan Book of the Dead - an intermediate state where the dead arrive prior to rebirth - dying is the easy part. Getting out of Bardo and returning to the land of the living is a far more perilous proposition, and unless you know what you're doing...you might never leave.

An odd, yet oddly touching tale of life, death, and the space in-between.

Bio:

The works of award-winning playwright Andrew Biss have been produced in New York, London, Los Angeles, and many other cities across North America and Europe. His plays have won awards on both coasts of the U.S., critical acclaim in the U.K., and are an Off-Off-Broadway mainstay. His plays and monologues are published by Smith & Kraus, Inc., Meriwether Publishing Ltd., and JAC Publishing & Promotions. The End of the World is his first novel, adapted from his play of the same name.

He is a graduate of the University of the Arts London, and a member of the Dramatists Guild of America, Inc.

Excerpt:

I was in one of those perfect mental/physical states of not having anything to do and not wanting to do anything. It was heaven. Eden. As I lounged haphazardly across the sofa, I had somehow managed to bring myself to a state of being so perfect that it felt like nothingness. I was nothing and I was loving every single meaningless minute of it.

There I lay, splayed out on the cushions, ever so vaguely trying to think of something to think about, which in itself was a considerable effort, and even then only made due to a tiny little anxiety I felt prodding away in the back of my head that if I couldn’t actually think of anything to think about, then perhaps there was no credible justification for my existence in the first place…a question, incidentally, that had brought itself to my attention a not inconsequential number of times thus far in my adult life.

And it was then – just then – just at that critical, yet still somehow half-hearted, apathetic flashpoint in my existential crisis, that my mother entered the room…seeming unusually perturbed.

“Mother, you seem unusually perturbed. Has something happened?” I inquired.

“Happened? Yes, of course something has happened,” she snapped. “Something is always happening. Even when life appears to be grinding its gears it is always, regardless of perception, propelling itself forward.” She then aimed her authoritative, all-knowing right index finger directly at me and announced with great conviction, “Stasis is a lie of the mind!”

Her response to my question, though very out of step with her grey, middle-class upbringing, was nonetheless not entirely unexpected due to her nascent interest in the teachings of the prophet Buddha. Still, I had a nagging feeling that all was not as it should be.

“Yes, I know it is – you taught me that only last week. I just meant that you seem a little…preoccupied.”

“Oh, my dear! My poor, sweet dear, dear, Valentine!” she suddenly wailed. “Look at you – a perpetual victim of the adult thought process. Why must people have children? I ask you? Why must this vicious cycle of obligatory reproduction continue? It’s not as if you asked us to be born.” She then clutched her hands to her chest melodramatically, like the women I saw on the evening news at Benazir Bhutto’s funeral. “I’m sorry, my darling. I’m so, so sorry. I wish I’d never had you.”

This last statement, whilst perhaps sounding rather hurtful to some ears, was water off a duck’s back to me, and there were two very good reasons for this. Firstly, my mother’s penchant for histrionics and grand statements – made more for effect rather than any actual attempt to convey an idea or opinion – were an almost daily occurrence. And secondly, and perhaps more significantly, I myself had been harbouring very real doubts for some time now as to whether she actually had had me. The thought of my mother actually giving birth, let alone conceiving, seemed almost inconceivable. Had they adopted me? Purchased me? Stolen me? If they had stolen me that would certainly explain their insistence at home schooling me and keeping me confined to the house for almost my entire life. The neighbours thought us strange, but I liked it. It made for a quiet, sedentary existence of few concerns. Though if indeed my mother was a former baby-snatcher, that would certainly have qualified as one of them.

Interview with Andrew Biss

What will readers like about your book?

I would hope they would find this story a refreshing change from the norm. It's a little quirky and offbeat and takes you on a strange journey where you'll meet some very interesting characters indeed. It will also be, I hope, somewhat life affirming when all's said and done.

Why did you self publish?

I was about to start submitting this book to every small press publisher that I thought it might be a good fit for just at the same time that I discovered Kindle Direct Publishing. It just completely made sense to go that route for me. Why wait for months on end to see if I'd get one of those very few spots on a publisher's roster when I could take matters into my own hands and get the book out there myself almost immediately? Of course, the downside is all of the marketing is pretty much down to you, but it's finding its audience, so I'm very happy.

What is your writing process?

Believe it or not I complete every first draft in longhand. There's something about a pen in my hand and paper in front of me that helps my thoughts flow more freely. All subsequent drafts, of course, are typed up on the computer, but in the beginning I somehow still need that organic connection with paper.

How long does it take you to write your first draft?

That can vary wildly, depending on how a particular work is going. To be honest, I've never timed it out. And it also is highly dependent on how much time on any given day I'm able to devote to my writing.

What inspired you to write this particular story?

At the time I was thinking quite a lot about what comes next...when we shuffle off the blue sphere. I was also reading up a little on Buddhism and discovered the state of bardo, from The Tibetan Book of the Dead. In bardo, which is a sort of plane you reach after death and prior to rebirth, you're confronted with all kinds of strange apparitions and phantasms, some good, some quite terrifying, and that concept just fascinated me. It immediately took root in my imagination and the book just flowed from there.

Somebody Tell Aunt Tillie She's Dead by Christiana Miller

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Somebody Tell Aunt Tillie She's Dead

A little magic can go a long way -- to really screwing up a girl's life!

Mara is having the worst month of her life. At least, that’s what her cards tell her and they’ve never been wrong. She's evicted from her apartment, loses her job and is banned from Beverly Hills. So when the tarot cards predict her imminent demise, she uses a little magic to make her world right.

Suddenly, an aunt she’s never met dies, leaving Mara as her sole heir. But when Mara moves into her inherited home, she discovers Aunt Tillie never moved out. She’s still one pissed-off old lady, even post-mortem, and she blames Mara’s magical meddling for her death.

When Mara accidentally releases a demon and awakens the spirit of the most powerful witch in history, Tillie’s ready to kill her -- literally. It’s the only way she can think of to save the girl from herself. The witch and the demon, however, have other plans for Mara’s body.

Bio:

Christiana Miller is a recovering TV writer and a frequently overwhelmed mom. If her life was a TV show, it would be an off-the-wall dramedy, full of quirky characters and unusual situations. She's had her DNA shot into space (where it now resides on the International Space Station), she's been the voices of all the female warriors on Mortal Kombat II and III, and she's been serenaded by Klingons at a pool party. You can check out more of her quirky adventures at www.christianamiller.com

Excerpt 

SOMEBODY TELL AUNT TILLIE SHE'S DEAD

One of the problems with being a witch is when you ask the universe a question, it generally gives you an answer. Or just enough of one to ruin a perfectly good week.

But since it was my birthday...

And since I was an eternal optimist...

And mostly 'cause I was stuck at the longest red light in the history of traffic, with nothing else to do...

I dug my tarot deck out of my purse and pulled three cards for the coming year.

Death.

Three of Swords.

The Tower.

Transformation. Sorrow. Change through destruction. Happy birthday to me.

Damn it. I shouldn't have looked. You'd think I'd know better by now. Damn tarot cards always suckered me into peeking into my future and I just about always regretted it. Because the hell of it was...

They were usually right.

* * *

After a quick stop at Trader Joe's, I was finally home. I propped the grocery bag on my hip, wrestled open the wrought iron gate and placed my hand on my mailbox. Mara Stephens, Apt 1-C.

I stood for a second, hoping my unemployment check was in there and tried to read the vibes. This was a game I always played with myself -- a small psychic exercise to keep my 'sight' sharp. But I didn't feel any sense of urgency or hope. Just a whopping dose of dread.

Great. So my guess was no check, but at least one major bill I'd have to pay. I unlocked the box and quickly sorted through the mail. Sure enough -- a sale flyer from the Crooked Pantry, a birthday card from a temp agency and a pink notice from the Dept. of Water and Power.

Good thing I had plenty of candles to fall back on. Tucked into the back of the mailbox was a reminder about the rent. At least that was one thing I didn't need to worry about. Lenny knew I was good for it. How much longer I'd be able to pay the rent though... That thought made me queasy.

Suddenly, a wave of panic hit my stomach and clenched it hard. Forget crawling, gooseflesh positively raced across my arms. I struggled to breathe. Whatever was wrong, it all seemed to be coming from the direction of my apartment.

I dropped my mail into the grocery bag and peeked around the corner of the mail stand. Behind the screen door, my front door was wide open.

Shit! I ducked back behind the mailboxes and fumbled through my purse for my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.
Busy. Bloody hell. No wonder the crime rate was so high in Los Angeles.

If I was lucky, it would just be a break-in. A simple case of anonymous robbery.

But as I crept closer, what I saw made my breath catch in my throat.

Great. Just freaking great. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't it have just been some whacked-out crack-head carting off my TV?

Interview with Christiana Miller

What will readers like about your book? 

It's got chick-lit attitude, mixed with a supernatural storyline. The characters are quirky -- even the non-human ones! So, for people who like their paranormal stories mixed with a lot of humor, this will appeal to them. Also, a surprising amount of research went into the book, so this will also appeal to people who view the supernatural as part of their everyday lives -- I've tried to keep things as authentic as possible, so that the various walks of life and alternative lifestyles reflected in the story are accurately represented.

Why did you self publish? 

I didn't want to spend another few years chasing the publishing-go-round. I had already spent years writing and rewriting the story, and I wanted to get it out to the marketplace. It was the only way I could get it out of my head, so I could start working on the next one. I knew I had a niche book, a genre book, and traditionally, that's the type of book that works best in the self-publishing arena.

What is your writing process? 

It's always a little bit different. I try to challenge myself as much as possible. If I'm getting used to outlining, I'll write a seat-of-the-pantser. If I'm getting too used to winging it, I'll outline. It keeps things interesting. Normally, what I do is have a very, very loose outline, so I have some idea of where I'm going. But how the characters choose to reach that destination is frequently a surprise.

How long does it take you to write your first draft? 

Normally, I write scripts, and I'm ruled by deadlines. This was my first novel, so it took an unbelievably long time as I had a lot of learning to do along the way. While I've always been a heavy-duty reader, learning to write a novel is a skill of its own. Usually, scripts take me anywhere from one week to two months for a first draft, depending on whether they're features or TV, whether I'm getting paid for them or they're on spec. I'm not sure how long this novel took for a first draft, as I kept rewriting it along the way. I love to rewrite, so I can get kind of obsessive about it. My guess is somewhere between six months and a year. But I was also writing other projects at the same time, so it's hard to tell.

What inspired you to write this particular story? 

I went to visit my dad when he was dying, and the story and characters popped into my head one night. So I started writing everything down. It actually started with Lisette's story, which is set in the past, and eventually, the character of Mara showed up, who would turn out to be the modern-day protagonist, and Lisette's story became part of Mara's story. Also, I had a close friend whose pet toad was named Lord Grundleshanks, which has got to be the best name for a toad, ever. I loved that name. And when Lord Grundleshanks died, I promised my friend I'd immortalize him in a story.

Thank you for this opportunity to talk to you and your readers!

   

Fateful by Cheri Schmidt

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A huge fan of Jane Austin, Danielle hopes to find her own Mr. Darcy when she leaves Colorado to attend art school in London. Of course she knows it’s silly to wish for that, naive even. But she’s met enough males who lacked respect for women, a growing trend it seemed. And at nineteen...well.... However, on only her second night there she gets lost and is threatened by a stalker who proves to be immune to her martial arts training. Before she is completely overpowered, she is then saved by Ethan Deveroux.

While Danielle does find the romance she seeks in Ethan, he’s no Mr. Darcy. Her hero is held by a spell which fractures their chance at a happy ending. During the day Ethan is closer to mortal than immortal and can date her like any other man. Yet, as the sun sets the powerful magic of an ancient curse returns and the evil of that spell is revealed. When that magic begins, Danielle's fairytale romance ends because Ethan Deveroux is a vampire. 

Excerpt from Fateful:

“There’s a maze here too. Let’s go do that next, shall we?”

There’s a maze? Distraction was definitely his plan, and it worked. Disturbed by the idea momentarily, she finally decided that as long as she was with him she wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost, and went along when he tugged her to the right.

“The maze contains over a thousand full-grown yew trees. It’s my favorite part,” he said as he pulled her along swiftly.

Danielle found it difficult to care about the yew trees, but he was apparently thrilled. Just the sight of it was troubling when they arrived at the entrance, and she hesitated, digging her feet in as she tried to slow down his momentum. Not that he noticed.

Pointing to a tall gothic tower in the center, Ethan said, “Meet me there, and we’ll go to the top of it.” Letting go of her hand, he stepped into the maze.

“What! You’re leaving me?”

“It’s a race. We’ll see who gets there first,” he said, emitting a chuckle from a challenging grin.

“Okay then. I had fun … this was nice … I’ll see you another time.” Danielle waved goodbye. She knew she’d never make it to the tower. It would get dark and she would still be wandering aimlessly through that thing. Walking into a maze was like asking to get lost, at least in her opinion.

Some of the excitement fell from his expression. Seemed he was catching on to the fact she didn’t like this part of the garden so much. “Please, Danielle. It’ll be fun. I promise.” When that didn’t get the response she figured he was hoping for, he changed tactics, moved close and then used his eyes on her. At the sight of those baby-blues, the feeling of daze returned and another surge of familiarity hit her. Danielle tried to shake it off, but found she couldn’t resist because this gaze of his was actually more convincing than his gentle words.

It took her a moment to realize he’d gathered both of her hands and already drawn her in well past the entrance. Panicking now, she spun around when he released her and found she already didn’t know which way to go. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll find your way.” The soft words came to her like the whisperings of a spirit and she couldn’t tell which way they’d come from. Surely she couldn’t already be lost. With shoulders drooping, she thought,He’s going to be so disappointed when I don’t actually show up.

Wondering what she should do next, she heard a low, husky chuckle as he apparently moved further away. Danielle merely glowered at the jovial sound and turned back the way she’d come ... or thought she’d come. Which way had she come? Great, she really was already lost.


Bio: Cheri is a mother of four beautiful girls, a wife to a loving computer geek, a writer, an artist, a photographer, a lover of words, and a lover of reading books.

Cheri went to Brigham Young University in 1988 where she majored in photography and design. She has worked as a portrait photographer and artist for twenty years. She has only recently realized that she can share the stories constantly playing through her thoughts, and added writing to her list of creative endeavors. She always did well in English, but never realized she could write as her other talents seemed to overshadow that hidden skill.

She has always had an interest in fairies, mermaids, vampires, witches, and, in truth, just about any type of fantasy or myth. She started out in elementary school drawing mermaids, fairies, and witches, and has since sold paintings of them on eBay. As computer technology advanced, she began digitally enhancing photographs into those magical creatures as well.

When stories of these beings continued to entertain her thoughts, to the point of almost haunting her, she decided it was time to start writing them down. FATEFUL is her first finished work, though other stories had come to her before that. She has eleven other books in the plans, including: some on vampires, some on fairies, and all of them with a romantic twist.



What will readers like about your book?
Fateful is a vampire tale for those who are sick of them, but will also appeal to those who aren't, and to those who may actually be suffering from withdrawals of those sexy fanged creatures. It’s unique, it’s romantic, and as of yet, no one has been able to guess how the story is resolved.

Why did you self publish?With the changes in the market I felt this was the best place for my vampire series. I feel like I can better cater to my niche audience by self-publishing than going the traditional route.

What is your writing process?
The stories just start playing in my head and I have to write them down. Often this occurs while I'm in bed trying to fall asleep. If I'm focusing on one story that one seems to come at me the hardest. However I have written two different novels in completely different voices at the same time and somehow managed to keep them from blending into each other.

I begin with a basic plot idea. Many times I write the climatic ending right after I’ve finished the opening of the book. Then I begin filling in the gaps between those sections. By doing it this way I know where I'm going with the story and can then build the plot up to the climax.

How long does it take you to write your first draft?
I think about three to four months.

What inspired you to write this particular story?
I kept finding myself frustrated with other books I read. With original stories playing out in my mind, I kept reading hoping to quench the thoughts. Yet the more I read the more they sparked new ideas that simply had to be written. When I finally committed pen to paper, or more accurately fingers to keys, these thoughts came to rest in the books I've written.

What are readers saying about the Fateful series?

Delicious and addictive!

Wow!! If I had any doubts that the Fateful trilogy was like Twilight they got squashed as soon as I started reading Fractured!! Cheri Schmidt has created a unique twist to the common vampire story and I loved the new ideas!! I was taken on an emotional roller coaster and the ride has left me thinking of the book hours after I finished it!!  - By Courtney

Loved it!
I REALLY enjoyed this book. It was very well written. I am constantly on the lookout for a really good story, with great characters, well developed plot and of course a melt your heart romance. Believe me it doesn't happen often. But I was soooo happy to find Fateful met and exceeded all of my criteria. I'm still smiling about it :). O.k as for the comments that it is a Twilight copy. Please. Yes there are some similarities. There is a vampire who is good, who falls in love with a human and there are some bad vampires. And that's about it. Everything else (which there is a lot more) is not only unique to Fateful but makes it so much more and different than anything else out there. Lastly, for all of us thousands of readers who were searching for something as good (if not better) to read after Twilight. This is IT! - By Malomia

Wonderful Romance
I could not put this book down! The story, character, and plot will delightfully surprise you. The romance built steadily in a natural way. The editing -get this- was fantastic. I loved the setting as well. I'm an American who has visited London and this story felt genuine to the city's atmosphere and culture. That also gets extra brownie points for a job well done. - By Winterlove97

A Very Good Read!
I absolutely LOVED this book. I was looking for a romance book that WAS clean to read. (I have a passion about reading books, but am easily disappointed when I find that it has filthy content). I truly wasn't disappointed with either book. I found that I couldn't put my Kindle down. I just had to keep reading. When I finished Fateful, I hurried on to Fracture. - By Roxana.

Demonspell (Sunspinners) by Phoebe Matthews

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Demonspell, or Curse of the Everlasting Relatives, is the first book in the Sunspinner series.

Along with a big house and income, Elaine inherits five immortal relatives who need constant attention. Try keeping a husband with that set of in-laws. Yes, she has tried. Twice. And failed. Now, just when she meets a new guy, a band of demons demands that Elaine and her family leave Seattle immediately, alive or dead.

From the author of the award-winning urban fantasy Mudflat series, here is another series set in contemporary Seattle, across town.


About Phoebe Matthews


Phoebe Matthews writes the Mudflat urban fantasy series for BookStrand and the new Turning Vampire series for Dark Quest Books. Her current books and backlist books are described on her website. Phoebe has been published by Avon, Dell, Holt, Putnam, Silhouette. Most of her books are set in the Pacific Northwest where she lives and where the constant rain and fog hide a lot of weirdness.

Excerpt

One minute I was hanging onto Charley's outstretched hand as he hauled me to my feet. The next second I clutched my throat. It felt like drowning except for the lack of water, that awful awareness that although the atmosphere was too thin to feel, it was too solid to breathe. I tried to draw in breath and the effort left me so weak, I fell against Charley and clung to him.
His hands grabbing me under my arms were all that kept me from collapsing to the floor.
“Try not to breathe,” he whispered. “Hang in there, Elaine, I'll get you out.”
Charley's guards coughed loudly and made choking noises. If it was a gas leak, I couldn't smell anything beyond the odor of the demons.
Albert Mortviner gave a shout of rage. Pulling a white handkerchief from a pocket, he covered his nose and raced across the room and past the receptionist area. He pulled open one of the doors that led to the elevator corridor, swung back, glared at the two men behind me, and shouted something else through the handkerchief that I couldn't make out. The door slammed behind him.
The guards rushed after Mortviner. They stumbled and bumped into each other and the door frames, coughing and trying to shield their noses with their hands, their faces screwed into deep lines. They were no more able to breathe than I was.
Again the door slammed as they ran toward the elevators.
Try not to breathe? How could I do that? Holding my breath, not letting it out, lasted a few seconds and then I had to exhale and had to gasp for air that wasn't there.
Simone walked calmly now, not bothering to hurry. She stopped for a moment, standing with her back to the doors, staring at Charley. Her face was twisted into something halfway between demon and human.
My brain was twisting into something halfway between alive and dead.
I heard those numbered doors open. Was she still hissing? Who cared? I could not breathe.
I pounded on Charley's shoulders and coughed in his face.
He turned us together toward the reception area and dragged me that direction, saying, “Hang on, sweetie!”
I tried to walk.
He pulled me past the divider and the front desk, and I stretched my hands toward the pebble glass. The open door slammed shut. Some sort of stupid lock clicked in place, one of those sounds you don't think about recognizing until you hear it at the wrong time.
We were locked in, even though it is illegal to lock a door so it cannot be opened from the inside in a commercial building, everyone knows that, and why was I worrying about that now?
Charley and I hit the door together. It was so heavy it didn't even rattle. Or I was so far past turning blue that nothing registered.
I slid slowly down the wall, my scraped hands leaving a thin trail of blood on the light paint.

Interview with Phoebe Matthews

What will readers like about your book?

This is urban fantasy with a fast-moving plot and a cast of unusual paranormals, but set in a real city. The story is pure entertainment with action and suspense, featuring a gutsy heroine and her strange sidekick.
 
Why did you self publish?

I write two other urban fantasy series for publishers, and the publishers are both great but there are always deadlines and delays for a number of reasons. I decided to do this series at my own pace and so, with the aid of a publisher-PR buddy, I launched the Sunspinners.

What is your writing process?

First I do a long and detailed outline so that I always know where the story is headed. And then I write the first couple of chapters and then the last chapter. Next I go back and start all over, working through the scenes. And write and rewrite and slide it past my first reader, and then rewrite again. Maybe this explains why I am not too good with deadlines. My feeling is that a book is ready to be published when I am completely happy with it and not a moment sooner.

How long does it take you to write your first draft?

I don't set time lines. This series started in my head a couple of years ago, and the first draft was too long and so then I went back and rearranged and put it away to think about. When I started rewriting, ideas started falling into place and making sense.

What inspired you to write this particular story?   

I have been writing the Mudflat series for several years for BookStrand. These novels are set in Seattle in a working class neighborhood of minor magic where the inhabitants all know everything about each other. From there I skipped across town to a wealthy neighborhood where neighbors have nodding acquaintances only, and absolutely no idea that there is a house full of paranormals in their midst. All they know is that the woman who lives there inherited the house and they think she lives alone. It gave me a different part of the city and a different life style and type of adventure to work with. If the heroine, Elaine Royal, had any say in the matter, she would ask for some of that Mudflat magic. But I haven't given her any. Sorry, Elaine.


 


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The Curse Girl by Kate Ellison

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When her father tries to steal magic from the mysterious, beastly master of the "Curse House" outside her home town, seventeen-year-old Bee is the one who becomes a prisoner. But Will isn't anything like she expected. He's the same age as she is, for one thing. He's also really handsome, contrary to local legend.

Well, maybe the whole "beast" thing is meant to be metaphorical, because he's a total jerk.

Between the house's weird magic and Will's snobby attitude, the situation is nearly unbearable, and Bee only wants to escape. But there are complications. The witch who cursed Will left him a riddle to solve and four years to figure it out. And now that Bee's become a part of this messed up fairy tale, she'd better help Will figure out the riddle so they can break the curse, or she's going to remain a prisoner in the curse house too.

Because the four years are almost up . . .

About Kate Ellison

Kate Ellison lives in southern Georgia with her husband and two cats. When she's not writing, she enjoys watching NBC comedy shows, playing video games, and eating ice cream cake.

Interview with Kate Ellison

What will readers like about your book? 

I think The Curse Girl will appeal to anyone who likes fairytale retellings, spunky heroines, or romances where the guy and girl are making lots of snarky comments and fighting all the time. It's a sassy romance. There's also a lot of whimsy and magic, a riddle to solve, and a few plot twists.

Why did you self publish? 

I think the creative control and complete autonomy is pretty appealing, and I love having the ability to write whatever story comes into my head without worrying about whether or not an agent or editor would consider it viable in the current market. I also love the quick turnaround between writing, editing, and publishing books. No two-year wait!

How long does it take you to write your first draft? 

I'm pretty quick with the first draft. It usually takes me between 1-2 months if I have a rough outline of where the story is going. I'm a plotter/pantser mix, and I find that helps me stay focused but curious, and that keeps me writing.

What inspired you to write this particular story? 

I had the flash of inspiration one night when the power had gone out and my husband and I were eating pizza by candlelight. I imagined a big, spooky house lit by flickering candles,and a girl all lone in the middle of it. I decided to make it a loose retelling of Beauty and the Beast soon after that, because I love fairy tale retellings.

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Darker Things by Rob Cornell

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Craig Lockman--no one had called him that in fifteen years.

Not since his days at the Agency. Not since he was trained to kill creatures that were supposed to exist only in nightmares.

Yet the teenage girl on his doorstep not only knows his real name, she claims she's his daughter.

Before Lockman can learn how the girl found him, he's attacked by a black-ops team of assassins. But these aren't ordinary killers--they're heavily armed vampires sent by his most hated enemy.

Forced on the run, Lockman protects his daughter from an onslaught of horrors while searching for who betrayed him and why. The investigation leads him to Detroit, where he unwittingly sets a plan into motion that could trigger a paranormal apocalypse and cost him his soul.

For fans of Jim Butcher, Simon R. Green, and Laurell K. Hamilton... Darker Things is an 82,000-word urban fantasy loaded with double-crosses, thrilling action, and shocking twists.

Also includes bonus excerpts from Tara Maya's THE UNFINISHED SONG: INITIATE and Kent R. Conrad's DEAD FURST.

About Rob Cornell

An accidental nomad, Rob Cornell grew up in suburban Detroit, then spent five years living in Los Angeles before moving to Chicago to receive a BA in Fiction Writing from Columbia College. He has traveled full circle, now living in rural southeast Michigan with his wife, two kids, and dog, Kinsey—named after Sue Grafton’s famous detective. In between moving and writing, he’s worked all manner of odd jobs, including lead singer for an acoustic cover band and a three-day stint as assistant to a movie producer after which he quit because the producer was a nut job.

Interview with Rob Cornell

Nadine Earnshaw: What will readers like about your book?

Rob Cornell: If you like vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and other supernatural things, you’ll dig this book. Non-stop action. Fun characters. I’m hoping it’s the kind of novel that will keep you up all night reading. Plus, I take the typical paranormal tropes and filter them through my viewpoint. These aren’t your mama’s vampires…and don’t even ask about the ghost. He’ll freak you out.

Nadine Earnshaw: What is your writing process?

Rob Cornell: It seems like this is always in flux, but over time I’ve come to count on a few things. I have to know where I’m going (or believe I do). I can wing short stories, but the complexity of plot and character that goes into a novel makes me too nervous to fly by the seat of my pants. So, yes, an outline. I used to do this on index cards, but now I have a software program that imitates cards. 

I don’t feel as bad deleting electronic cards as I did crumpling up paper ones and throwing them in the trash. Also, I’ve started embellishing my index card outline. I hate coming to the computer ready to write and having no clue where to go. When I’m at the keyboard I want to jam. I also agree with novelist Andrew Gross (The Blue Zone, Don’t Look Twice, etc.). I don’t want the story controlling me; I want to be in control of the story. I’m creating something I hope entertains and even moves people. Ain’t gonna leave that to chance.

Nadine Earnshaw: What inspired you to write this particular story?

Rob Cornell: This story came out of my love for two different kinds of stories. I love Lee Child’s Jack Reacher thrillers. Great character, hard-hitting action. Lots of fun. I am also gaga over Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden. The magic is fun. The supernatural villains are too cool. A fantastic protagonist with a complex supporting cast. For me it was a chocolate and peanut butter moment—like the old peanut butter cup commercials. “Who put their chocolate in my peanut butter?” I wanted to put the supernatural into my action thriller. Darker Things was born out of that urge.

Excerpt:

Gabriel sips from the ornate cup, the familiar taste of blood awakening his taste buds. It is nearly time. The hairs on the back of his neck and arms stand up as the air in the room turns electric. Heat emanates from the cup in his hands, growing until his palms sting. He swallows the pain along with the blood. He will not let go. Not when he is so close.

Blood still sputters from the lamb carcass on the table before him. Gabriel wishes he had time to find a human sacrifice, but he knows his time is short. They’ll be here soon.

He drinks again from the cup.

His head grows light. The basement floor tips under his feet.

Upstairs, the sound of the front door breaking open and the shouts of weak men who wear body armor and brandish guns. They are coming for him.

Gabriel drains the blood from the cup and mumbles ancient words that do not belong to this world. Besides the commotion upstairs, a buzzing fills his ears. Orange light flares along the cup’s lip where a smear of blood remains. A searing heat burns in Gabriel’s belly, doubling him over.

The cup clangs against the cement floor and rolls away.

The heat in his gut expands, rushes through him like adrenalin set aflame.

What have I done?

The texts on this ritual weren’t specific about the results. All he knows is that it should make him more powerful. Perhaps even immortal. Instead, it feels like it’s killing him.

Heavy pounding of boots on the basement stairs. A moment later the door crashes open and a slash of light shines at Gabriel’s back.

“Freeze! Hands on your head. Hands on your fucking head.”

The flashlight beam mounted to the intruder’s gun casts a mutant shadow on the opposite wall. Gabriel’s head looks as if it is rising from the slaughtered lamb’s body. A sign. He must trust his power.

He raises his hands and slowly stands straight.

“Turn around.”

Gabriel obeys. The flashlight shines in his face, blinding him.

The lamb’s blood boils in his stomach, the orange glow so bright now it shows through his skin and shirt.

“What the fuck?” asks the intruder.

Gabriel smiles. “You cannot kill me.” He reaches behind him and grasps the knife he used to slit the lamb’s throat. He lifts it over his head, ready to lunge for the man with the gun.

A soft pufft sound followed by a sting in his neck. Gabriel drops the knife and reaches up to find the dart right before the effects swim through him. The fire in his belly sputters and goes out. His vision blurs and he falls to the floor.

A man steps over him, looking down like a disappointed parent.

“Did you really think I’d let you die?”

It’s hard to speak. Gabriel’s tongue feels fat in his mouth. His face has gone numb. “I’ll never talk.”

The man smirks. “Oh, you’ll do more than talk, Gabriel. Way more.”

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These Hellish Happenings by Jennifer Rainey

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In 1707, hapless vampire Jack Bentley made a pact with the Devil in order to escape a vampire hunt. Dealing with Satan seemed better than your standard angry mob at the time. But three centuries later, Satan is ready to collect His dues, whether the vampire likes it or not. He's taking Jack to Hell, and He's even got a job picked out for him down below: an eternal position at the Registration Office of the Damned.

Jack attempts to adjust to life on the Administrative Level of Hell, where fire and brimstone have been replaced by board meetings and the occasional broken copier. But the whiny complaints of the recently deceased and the legions of suited, cookie-cutter demons are the least of his problems. Try adding to the equation a dead ex-lover, a dangerous attraction to his high-ranking demon companion, Alexander Ridner, and the sticky and distorted anti-vampire politics of a Hell that is surprisingly like our own world.

Noble by David K. Hulegaard

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In the fall of 1947, Jane Emmett went missing from the small Northeastern town of Ashley Falls. Jane was a rebellious youth who was no stranger to trouble, and her diminished presence around town was not considered by the locals to be anything more than a punishment. When disturbing entries from a hidden journal are discovered by Jane’s best friend, reluctant private investigator Miller Brinkman can no longer ignore the situation and enters the fray, officially declaring Jane Emmett a missing person.

However, what starts out as a missing persons case soon evolves into a sinister puzzle that reaches far beyond the town limits of Ashley Falls. Miller’s investigation will take him down a path of unexpected twists and turns as he attempts to find Jane Emmett and bring her back home. Standing in his way are corruption, a government cover-up, and a global conspiracy that will shake the very fabric of life as he knows it.

How far will Miller go to uncover the truth behind the abduction of Jane Emmett… and will he be prepared for the answers that he seeks?