Welcome Author J.Meyers of Intangible


Hello Everyone:) Today I will be sharing a review of the awesome YA title Intangible by JMeyers. So let’s get started:)

Twins Sera and Luke Raine have a well-kept secret—she heals with a touch of her hand, he sees the future. All their lives they’ve helped those in need on the sly. They’ve always thought of their abilities as being a gift.
Then Luke has a vision that Sera is killed. That gift they’ve always cherished begins to feel an awful lot like a curse. Because the thing about Luke’s ability? He’s always right. And he can’t do anything about it.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 J.Meyers grew up in Vermont and now lives in Central New York. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s chasing her four kids around, exploring the outdoors with them, relishing the few quiet moments she gets with her husband, baking sweet treats, and forgetting to make dinner. Though she cannot actually see the future nor heal with a touch of her hand, she likes to think her children believe she can. Intangible is her first novel.

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 SYNOPSIS/REVIEW

Sera and Luke know nothing of themselves other than they are different, have a drive to aid others and at all cost it must never be known. The book opens with Luke having a vision of  his beloved sister dying…and Luke is horrified because his visions are never wrong. So the story begins to flow, with Luke attempting to understand what is happening, why and how to stop the turn of events to save his sister. On the other side, Sera story evolves with the author showing that Sera is an extremely compassionate soul, that her primary desire is to heal others who are suffering; so in her first major scene, the reader sees in action the extreme that Sera goes to, in order to aid a classmates dying mother in the hospital. But challenging or not, this is who they are, but everything they know to be true, the secret their parents share, their friends and who they are, are lies and soon the truth is uncovered….

Luke and Sera, soon finds themselves as primary players in an ancient prophecy which states that they are either champions or destroyers of a world they did not know existed. The Realm, and they are wanted dead by the Realm’s ruler, so with strong allies, the twins must fight for their lives.

REVIEW

This was an enjoyable read; the story captured me right from the start enthralled with Luke’s vision, and wanting to know more about the twins, who they are and why Sera is wanted dead?

Intangible was exciting, and kept me on the edge of my seat, anticipating what would come next.

Intangible was well-written, great description and the action flowed, there were no sluggish parts, that would lose the reader’s interest…

I fully recommend this book!

Welcome Melissa Lee of The Earth Painter


Hello Everyone! Today I am sharing a review for a fabulous new YA novel entitled The Earth Painter by Melissa Lee. The Earth Painter is a Bewitching Books Tour promotion!

THE EARTH PAINTER

BY MELISSA GREEN

Genre:YA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sculptor was alone. The world was gray, as it always had been.And then the Sculptor said, “It is time…

Time for color,

Time for more, The beginning.”

With a word, three sculptures became aware. And they needed to paint.

There was Ocean, Sky, Land, and Life all painted into place.

Then it ended, just as quickly as it started. Then the painters were no longer needed.

But they were still…AWARE.

And it was in this awareness that the battle began. And continues.

When a self-conscious young woman discovers the boy in drama class is actually the immortal who painted the world into being, she becomes the target of another painter who could shatter not only her new sense of hope, but her world, as well.

Excerpt:

I got to drama a little late because my AP history class ran over. Ms. Jones walked to the middle of the stage. Paint splattered overalls replaced her normal dressy style “Listen up everyone. Our scripts still aren’t here so we are going to get busy painting scenery. We have canvases ready for painting. If you are talented in art, you can work on the forest backdrop. If you are not good with a paint brush, you are not excluded from helping. You will work on the stones walls for the castle. All you do with those is paint the whole canvas gray. Then later someone from the art department will go over it to make the stone outlines.”

She was about to walk off when she remembered something. “Oh and because of her excellent performance, Holly Scruggs will be performing her monologue for the parent teacher night scheduled next week.”

I stood there for a second while people half clapped and half chanted they were glad I’d done a good job instead of them as they got busy putting on paint smocks and heading to different painting stations.

I trudged up the steps to the stage and looked at the canvas destined to be stonewalls. I sighed grateful they had something simple I could work on. Surely, I could manage painting the whole thing gray. It was bad enough when my mom yelled at me at home. I didn’t want that here in front of everyone.

I grabbed a painting smock and snapped it up before grabbing a brush to dip in the bucket of gray paint.

“Why are you painting a gray wall when you could be painting a forest?” Theo asked from behind me.

I turned around so he could see me roll my eyes. “Um…because not everyone can paint like you.”

“Tsk…sure you can. All you need is a little guidance.” Theo took my hand and dragged me to the larger canvas no one had started on. I followed without protest. I didn’t mind Theo showing off to impress me. It was kind of flattering. My heart skipped a beat.

But instead of me standing back to watch him, he stood behind me, and took hold of my right hand while nuzzling his face by my ear.

“First, let’s start with green. The forest is made of different shades of green. Green means growth and life,” he whispered. His breath tickled my earlobe. Goose bumps pimpled down that side of my body in response. He guided my brush into the paint and then across the canvas with soft gentle strokes. My eyes fluttered when he tucked strands of my hair behind my ear. I’d never been held by a boy before. The feelings and thoughts were more than I could comprehend.

“If we mix the green with a touch of black, mix white for gray, we can create shadows.” He mixed the colors on a piece of cardboard box he held for a pallet.

We moved from side to side, up and down, covering the blank canvas with gentle strokes. His words still tickling each time he spoke. My heartbeat quickened and my breathing became a little more labored. I watched in amazement as my brush changed the canvas from white to shapeless shades of green and then into a forest thick with vegetation.

As the brush glided along the canvas, I breathed in deeply, the scent of pine trees rushed up my nose. I shook my head and tried to focus on the trees we were painting. The flat painted trees suddenly became three-dimensional. A brown and white bunny hopped into a bush and stirred the leaves, causing me to turn my head towards the motion just before a squirrel scurried up an oak tree carrying a nut in its mouth.

I swallowed and my breath caught as the trees began to surround me. For a second I was sure I was in a real forest. I could smell it. I could hear the leaves rustle while at the same time I could feel Theo still holding me guiding my brush across the canvas. My knowledge of what was true and my senses were in conflict.

Was the room spinning? My stomach was moving with it, or at least it felt like it. My mind couldn’t process what I saw or thought I saw while painting. I was sure the paint fumes were making me high. I had to get away from them. I stepped back from the canvas to get a grip on myself.

The dizziness continued and my stomached tightened. My breathing became quick and shallow. The room grew dim while stars sparkled over me. I was afraid I might faint or throw up. I pulled out of Theo’s grasp and bent over to catch my breath. Ms. Jones and some of the other students looked up to see what was wrong with me. It was bad enough to feel sick, but it would be too embarrassing to throw up or faint in front of the class.

“Holly, did you paint that?” asked Ms. Jones—her eyes wide with wonder.

I looked up at the painting. The forest was immaculate, but just a flat painting, not the real one I was sure I’d just been in with Theo.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR                                            

Melissa Lee is a wife and stay-at-home-mom of 3 young boys. She’s been making up stories in her head for as long as she can remember but only got serious about it in 2007, after reading Twilight and rediscovering her own dreams to write.

Finally, she put her Journalism degree to use and started writing and hasn’t stopped since. She has studied fiction writing at various conferences, and from numerous writing coaches.

She signed her first contract with Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing in 2011

http://melissaleeweirdfiction.blogspot.com/

 

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MY REVIEW

This was an imaginative tale, unique and fresh in subject. I was fascinated by the world that Ms. Lee created, she a rather gifted “painter” herself; with words as the paintbrush and the reader’s imagination the canvas. Ms. Lee created a world where the beings who have coloroed all that surround us, are breathing, living individuals and her main character Holly; is a girl, that most readers can relate to at the start; is lucky enough to live an exciting adventure. The story is chock full of vivid description, so clear….it is as if the images rise off the pages!

I fully recommend this book!

Welcome Deidre Havrelock of Saving Mary


Hello Everyone!  I have Deidre Havrelock  of Saving Mary as a guest poster and I have a review to share today. Ms. Havrelock is on tour with Virtual Book Tours! So let’s get started:)

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If you’re a fan of supernatural fiction then you will be captivated by this true story about a spiritually sensitive girl and the path that led to her possession. Part one of a two-part series, Saving Mary is the story of a modern-day Mary Magdalene—the woman from whom Jesus cast out seven demons.

Deidre Daily is drawn to anything seemingly spiritual, desperately seeking a spiritual existence. But inside this vibrant girl hides a terrified child who sincerely believes she has married the devil. Through a series of spiritual encounters her fear turns into reality, and she ends up possessed.

Deidre’s fascinating memoir relays her story from childhood to adolescence: invisible eyes leering at her from the corner of her bedroom, horrible nightmares tormenting her, and her desperate attempt to find God—only to end up possessed. It is a candid account of possession from a first-person perspective. This dark memoir brings to light an intricate world of deceitful spirits hell-bent on manipulating and damaging an innocent girl’s life, not only through her dreams, but also through seemingly every-day encounters.

Genre Spiritual Memoir

Publisher Etcetera Press

Release Date April 1, 201

Format kindle

Purchase Link http://www.amazon.com/Saving-Mary-Possession-Book-ebook/dp/B007QG7P3G/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1333559298&sr=1-1

Website Link www.deidrehavrelock.com

Email – havrelock@charter.net

Link to Tour on Main Site –  http://www.virtualbooktourcafe.com/3/post/2012/04/saving-mary-the-possession-by-deidre-havrelock.html

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Deidre Havrelock:

Deidre believes theology is for everyone! It’s for working moms and soccer parents and for introverted engineers who don’t know what to say at dinner parties. It’s for energetic athletic-types who traverse mountains on cool bikes and for lethargic teenagers who write dark poetry. It’s for Trekkies and Twihards and Gleeks, nurses and teachers and those who Twitter and Ping. It’s for older people with Labs and round-faced happy people with too many cats. In other words, theology is not just for theologians. Did you get that? You do not have to be an intellectual to comprehend theology. You do not have to be a preacher. And yes, there is so much more to the Bible than what churches, on average, are currently teaching. Understanding the spiritual teachings of your Christian faith is fun … and more than that, it’s important.

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GUEST POST

Ms. Havrelock will speak on reader vs. writing, the challenges of memoir writing,advice for beginning writers and more on Gothic genre…

A Reader or a writer, which would you rather be?

When I first started writing, I went to a weekend writing retreat that was held on the prairies up in the Cypress Hills of Alberta. This workshop was led by a Canadian cowboy writer by the name of Guy Vanderhaeghe. He wrote a book called The Englishman’s Boy (which was later turned into a film). One of the first questions he asked us all was, “Tell me now, how many books have you read this year?” (To which I internally responded, One! Don’t judge me!) The thing is, even though I wanted to be a writer, I hadn’t yet even become a reader. Guy told us, his little herd of wanna-be writers, what we desperately needed to hear, that we simply could not become writers without being readers first. (So I bought his book.) Anyway, this was the year I became a reader. I think I read fifty books that year. (Which is pretty good, considering I had only read a handful of short gothic romances up until this point.) After reading Guy’s book, The Englishman’s  Boy, I exclaimed: “Holy-moly, this guy is a great writer!” (I mean he is super great…Margaret Atwood kind of great, except he writes cowboy type historical fiction). I was over the moon. How did this rather shy guy write this amazing book? I mean, just listen to his voice and syntax…“The other horses trickled down the slope after them, filling the coulee as water fills the bed of a river. One by one they dropped from sight, tails switching, heads bobbing, ghostly gleaming horses running back into the earth like shining, strengthening water.”

I was convinced. I couldn’t be a writer without being a reader. So I read and read and read. I read all kinds of books—every type of genre. And then the inevitable happened. After all, when you’re a reader eventually you start to think, “I really could write something like this.” And when I hit the genre of memoir I knew this was it…this was the type of book I wanted to write. I wanted to write a memoir using the voice of a kid and the voice of a teenager.

So in regards to who I would rather be—writer or reader, my answer is both. Reading is great…escaping into someone’s life, learning about abstract ideas all while being entertained, seeing yourself in someone’s fictional character, learning how to handle tragedy or how to find courage through someone else’s words. All this comes from reading. But writing is great too…pushing yourself to finish a manuscript, editing until you wanna puke, reworking structure, learning to control voice, dreaming up characters, or crafting a real person into a character. This is writing. And it’s great.

What are the mistakes you see in beginner writers? 

Ha! I guess we should start with the ones I made: sending material out before it’s done, lack of proofreading, lack of patience. Patience is the big one, though. Writing takes time. You have to re-write and edit. You have to read things over and over. You have to be sure about what you’re trying to say.

I originally sold my book Saving Mary: The Possession (under a different title) to a large publishing house (back in 2002/03). Looking back, I see that I had originally sold a first draft; and as the publishing process chugged along, I became more and more uncomfortable about my book being released. It simply wasn’t finished, at least not in the way I meant for it to be done. My lack of focus (I personally think) transferred to the publishing house and I was soon faced with a problem: what I had meant to be a “personal memoir” had somehow turned into “Christian fiction.” Eventually I was allowed out of my contract so that I could rework the book as true memoir. You see, I had changed my name (and the names of most people in the book) simply because I was uncomfortable with being in a book (I figured other people might be just as uncomfortable). I didn’t think this would be a problem since “A rose is a rose, by any other name.” But it was. First of all, you simply can’t be uncomfortable with being in a book if you want to write a memoir. You just have to get over yourself. This is your life: your experiences, your friends, your view. You have to own it. The second problem was that the author of A Million Little Pieces had just been scolded by Oprah for not sticking to the rules of memoir. My publisher wanted to take no chances and so they switched my book to “fiction.” Without consulting me. So, with all this being said, make sure you finish your book, staying true to the vision you see and hear in your head.

The other big mistake I see writers making is showing their work to the wrong people. Not everyone should critique your work. Not everyone believes you can succeed as a writer. And too many opinions can confuse a new writer. Figure out what you want to say and then work at saying it as best you can.

What are the challenges you face as a writer in your genre

I think for memoir writers, the challenge is marketing. Memoir is said to be the least read genre. In fact, I was once told, “No one wants to read about ‘you.’ (What? Are they sure?) They want to read a story about something.” Which is true. So marketing a book about ‘me’ has to be done in the context of sub-genre. In other words, I can’t just write a memoir (unless I’m famous). I have to write a horror, a spiritual journey, a paranormal romance. I have to find my audience outside the realm of memoir. In my case, I’ve written a true story about a little girl who ends up possessed. It’s a spiritual journey gone terribly wrong. It’s a horror…it’s a paranormal adventure.

With the ebook, I think I stumbled into something wonderful in the way of marketing. Just recently, as I gave my ebook away for free on Amazon’s Select program, choosing to give it away for five consecutive days, I suddenly found myself taking the #1 spot in the category of “supernatural.” Due to my ranking, on day four my little memoir suddenly began being downloaded at a crazy pace. I gave away 2200 ebooks that day alone and 4623 all together. I had been thinking to only do a three-day ebook giveaway and then changed my mind. Thank goodness I did. By the end of day four I hit the #2 ranking on the free memoir list.

Another difficulty with the genre of memoir…is the remembering. When I started out, I first wrote down every seemingly important memory. Then, much later,  I spoke with friends who were in the book—this helped me realize that I got a lot of it right. (I also had a few details wrong.) I had great conversations with friends mentioned in the book, learning about their spiritual journeys and their spiritual problems. (Let’s just say I’m not the only kid in the book who had spirits following her around!) When writing a memoir, you can get caught up in worrying about your memory, but you just have to trust it and do your best. Think of my book like, “This is what being me was like…these are the events that impacted my spiritual journey the most.”

What is your favorite genre…and why? 

Gothic, of course. My first gothic book was titled, The Bloody Dagger. (I wrote that in grade three, for my mom.) It was a story about a man who hides in the shadows, killing unsuspecting people. A kid finally hunts him down and rats him out. I’m sure my gloomy story impressed my mom. I know it impressed my teacher, Mrs. Whalen, who asked, “Don’t you have any happy thoughts?” I have a lot of happy thoughts…the guy got caught, didn’t he?

Actually, I haven’t met too many people who don’t love a good gothic book. I even heard that The Monk is being released fairly soon as a movie. (I can’t wait. In fact, I wanted to write a screenplay for that book…drat, I’m too late!) It seems gothic has definitely risen to the top of some people’s A-lists. Which is somewhat weird, gothic is after all dark and depressing. But I think the genre has gotten a bad reputation due to a horrendous misunderstanding.

Feminists tend to dislike the female gothic tradition because it portrays women as weak and needy (think The Mysteries of Udolpho). FYI, in the female gothic tradition, a girl struggles to survive under the burden of a patriarchal society (think The Handmaid’s Tale), and most often she waits to be saved, usually by a man (think Saving Mary: The Possession). This pathetic desire to be saved (without lifting a finger to save herself) certainly would put feminists on edge. After all, it’s true—women don’t always need to be saved. But a totally intolerant stance against the female gothic tradition misses the beauty of it.

If anyone is a fan of gothic they should read Art of Darkness by Anne Williams, where the male and female gothic traditions are discussed. Like this author, I don’t see the female gothic tradition (which includes the need to “be saved”) as intrinsically weak and pathetic. I see it as reflecting a talent within all of us…it just shows up best in the weak. It’s the ability to ask for help and accept help. And whether we like it or not, there are instances in life where we are simply incapable of saving ourselves (read my book and you’ll see); and, therefore, faith in the mysterious other (to save us) kicks in.

Both traditions (including the male gothic model—which includes the need for punishment) are core issues inside all of us. FYI, in the male tradition the protagonist usually has to die or at the very least suffer for his/her vile and sinful life (think Anne Rice’s books or The Monk or The Picture of Dorian Gray). Typically, the male gothic model is condemned by Christians (as opposed to feminists) because of the model’s focus on sin and punishment. (In male gothic there is no salvation for the character, only hopelessness.) But again, dislike for this model can be caused by a misunderstanding for the genre. Christians, after all, should understand the concept of eternal damnation more than anyone.

In these contexts, gothic isn’t about horror. It’s about life: oppression and sin, salvation and damnation. Either way you look at gothic, if someone gets saved or someone gets a final punishment—it means the darkness has passed. And that’s why I love it.

We all live in a gothic world, and we have to learn how best to survive it.

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REVIEW( Short review a more detailed review will be coming soon)

This was an eerie, haunting tale…Gothic lore at it’s best; and all the more chilling due to the storytelling is based in true events! I was pulled into the world created by Ms. Havrelock, and was simply stunned that so much happened to someone so young!

I recommend this book…not to the faint of heart, but to all those who would love a story they would be hardpress to forget!

Darklight Spotlight and giveaway! (All Proceeds will go to the Ronald McDonald House)


Hello Family! I am excited to share a Innovative Online tour which is a spotlight on Dark Light, which is authored by many awesome authors who have donated their stories to aide this endeavour;which is  to bring funding to the Ronald McDonald House…the anthology is edited by Carl Hose….Carl Hose has a personal connection to the Ronald McDonald House, which he shares the events of his child’s birth and what sparked the idea for this incredible project! Please help me welcome Dark Light!

BACK COVER SYNOPSIS

Dark Light is the light that shines through when some of the finest writers in horror use the power of their words for something good. That’s the case with this anthology—42 writers coming together to help support the Ronald McDonald House Charities and all the good the organization does for families every day of the year. 

Make no mistake, though. These are horror writers and the stories they’ve written are not pretty. Traditional and non-traditional horror, dark humor, ghosts, serial killers, alternate universes, magic, zombies, and other creatures of the night hide between these pages. Shadows move and dead fingers stroke unsuspecting flesh, razor sharp knives shimmer in the moonlight, and unknown things hide in closets and under the bed. The stories here are as varied as the writers themselves. If you’re a fan of horror, you will not be let down.

CARL HOSE(Editor of DarkLight) story and the birth of the DarkLight anthology

Introduction

My daughter Ireland Joy Hose was due to come into the world on March 3rd,, 2012. Since my wife Marcee was going to have a C-section, her doctor scheduled her to deliver Ireland February 13th. It’s typical to schedule C-sections about two weeks before the actual due date, but in my wife’s case, the C-section was scheduled a little earlier because she had complete placenta previa, meaning her placenta was blocking the birth canal. This is normally not a problem unless the previa turns into accreta, which means the placenta attaches to body organs and actually begins to grow into them (pretty alien-like). This can result in severe hemorrhaging and may require a partial or even a complete hysterectomy.

All of this is beside the point. Ireland decided she wanted to show up on January 27th at 10:35 P.M. She was six weeks premature, 18 inches long, and weighed just 4 lbs. 13 oz.

Marcee had gone to the gynecologist that day. He told her she was having contractions. We went to the hospital, where they tried to stop her contractions. It didn’t happen. Marcee started bleeding, and while I write about blood all the time, seeing it pour from my wife’s body was pretty damn scary.

I was in the operating room when Ireland was delivered. She came out fine, although she would have her own struggles ahead of her in the coming weeks. Shortly after the nurses began cleaning Ireland up, one of the doctors said to another doctor that Marcee had accreta and would need a hysterectomy. I was caught between the joy of my daughter’s birth and my wife’s fragile situation.

The doctors began pumping my wife full of anesthesia and she was fading fast. All she wanted was to hear our baby girl cry, to know Ireland was all right. “Cry, baby girl,” she said, and when Ireland began to wail, Marcee drifted off.

I was ushered from the OR with Ireland in my arms. What followed was a two-and-a-half-hour wait while the doctors

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performed surgery on Marcee. There was a lot of blood loss, but in the end she came through the surgery alive and eager to see Ireland. Barely able to sit up, she insisted I wheel her to the nursery, where she held Ireland for the first time, a full four hours after Ireland was born.

Because Ireland was premature, she was going to be spending time in the NICU. She was moved to a different hospital—one that was further away from where we lived—the next night. Marcee and I agreed I should go with Ireland. There was really no discussion necessary. This, however, left Marcee alone to deal with the trauma of her experience without me or her newborn daughter to comfort her.

One of the memories that haunts me still is seeing an ambulance with the words Neonatal Transport Unit on the side and thinking, that’s a baby ambulance and it’s here for my baby.

I arrived at the hospital where my daughter was taken late that night. The blur begins here, so I don’t have the exact time. The NICU staff suggested I get a room at the Ronald McDonald House. I insisted I didn’t need one, that I would be staying at my daughter’s side day and night. They worked hard to convince me a room at the Ronald McDonald House made more sense—that it would be more comfortable than a chair in the NICU. If it had just been me, they probably wouldn’t have changed my mind, but since I knew Marcee was planning to join me as soon as she could strong arm the doctor’s into discharging her (which she did in record time), I relented and allowed one of the nurses to contact the Ronald McDonald House nearby to reserve us a spot.

It turns out no reservation was needed that night. Hospital security drove me to the Ronald McDonald House where we would be staying. It so happened I was the only guest at the time. The house was a quaint looking affair that reminded me of a bed and breakfast in the country—from the outside. Inside was a maze of stairways and narrow hallways that housed about thirty rooms. The security guard said I wouldn’t be able to get a key until morning, so once he left, I wouldn’t be able to get in and out. The doors lock automatically.

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After the security guard left, I wandered around the house. It was beautiful. Hardwood floors, stocked library, fully-stocked kitchen (help yourself to anything you want), fireplace, and a playground outside for kids. It was amazing.

And a little creepy.

The house sat in a beautiful residential area with red brick streets and lots of gorgeous trees, but at night, alone as I was, still a little in shock over the premature birth of my daughter and the bloody mess that was Marcee’s surgery, my mind began working overtime. I imagined all sorts of creaking floors and shadows moving through the house—hell, maybe it wasn’t my imagination. In any case, sleep did not come easy that night. I’d seen far too many horror movies, written far too many horror stories myself, not to know what usually becomes of lone visitors in quaint country homes in the middle of the night. I called Marcee to let her know I was settled in and that I thought I had the company of ghosts, or maybe something much worse.

With no key, I used my overnight bag to prop the door open so I could step outside and have a cigarette.

It was a foggy night—isn’t it always?

One cigarette became two, two became three. I stood outside in the fog, looking through the chilly darkness, grateful to have a new daughter, but afraid for how fragile she seemed to be; happy Marcee came through the surgery alive, but sad she was alone at another hospital; missing our boys, who would end up seeing us very little over the next three weeks (although they were well taken care of, thanks to Marcee’s mom and dad).

It was 3:00 A.M when I finally went back inside and stretched out on the bed, fully clothed, lying on top of the covers.

Marcee arrived the next day. She shouldn’t have been walking at all, but she wouldn’t be denied her daughter. We spent the next three weeks living at the Ronald McDonald House (they moved us from the bed-and-breakfast model to one that resembled a fairly expensive hotel). Our days were filled with walking from the Ronald McDonald House to the hospital and back again. We would feed and change our

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daughter, hold her, and watch as she began to overcome the challenges of prematurity. She did those things like the little champ she is. I believe having us with her day and night helped contribute to her impressive adjustment to being thrust into the world so early. She is just over two months old at the time of this writing and healthy as can be. Marcee is doing great too.

The Ronald McDonald House played a big part in making this happen. They provided food, shelter, homemade gifts from volunteers, and even cards for Valentine’s Day. We didn’t need to do anything except be there for Ireland. If not for the Ronald McDonald House, Marcee and I would have had to travel every day to see Ireland, or we would have had to sleep in the NICU to be with her. We would have gladly done either, but the Ronald McDonald House made it so we didn’t need to.

The Ronald McDonald House does this for thousands of families every hour of every day of every year.

I came up with the idea for this anthology one night while Marcee and I were in our room at RMH. We wanted to give back to the organization not only for what it was doing for us, but what it has done for families since the first Ronald McDonald House opened its doors in 1974. The organization operates strictly on donations, and the best way I could think to give back was to use my talent with words.

I knew I couldn’t do it alone, however, so I called upon some of the best names in horror fiction to help out. The response was overwhelming. With very few exceptions, every author I contacted was willing to participate. I also received stories from writers who saw the call for submissions on Dark Markets. It wasn’t long before I had more stories than I could possibly use—enough to fill two volumes of Dark Light.

I can remember where I was and at what time of the day it was when I received word from each of these fine writers that he or she would be happy to contribute. It isn’t that difficult, though. I was either at the hospital or at the Ronald McDonald House. The days and nights ran together, but each one of these authors responding that he or she would be willing to participate in Dark Light was an uplifting moment.

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I am grateful to the 42 authors included here, as well as to those who wanted to participate but couldn’t be included. I would also like to thank ahead of time all of you who will be helping promote the book after its release (there are several commitments already). Without each of you, this project could not have been realized. Your generosity warms my heart.

Contents

Introduction

Carl Hose ……………………………………………………………………….. 9

John Sadness

Jeffrey Thomas ……………………………………………………………….. 14

Crasher

Debbie Kuhn …………………………………………………………………. 23

Harbinger

Carl Hose ………………………………………………………………………. 37

A Sight for Sore Eyes

Deborah LeBlanc …………………………………………………………… 47

Confidence Man

David Tocher …………………………………………………………………. 55

Hunters

William Todd Rose …………………………………………………………. 67

The Vampire Shortstop

Scott Nicholson……………………………………………………………… 79

Protector

Rycke Foreman ……………………………………………………………… 99

After the Fall

Paul Fry ………………………………………………………………………. 104

Beijing Craps

Graham Masterton …………………………………………………………. 112

Shattered Mirrors and Smokeless Flames

Angeline Hawkes ………………………………………………………….. 137

3:33

Randy Chandler ……………………………………………………………. 150

Death Comes Calling

Randy Chandler ……………………………………………………………. 154

Live Better

Steve Voelker………………………………………………………………… 171

I Was Yet Another Teenage Vampire

C. Hugh ………………………………………………………………………. 174

Resurrecting Mindy

Joe McKinney ………………………………………………………………. 179

The Bride of Frankenstein Dances with Celebrity

C. Hugh ………………………………………………………………………. 198

Dead Run

Frank Larnard ………………………………………………………………206

Coda

Walt Hicks ……………………………………………………………………. 213

In a Fit of Jealous Rage

Ray Garton ………………………………………………………………….. 228

Charles

Steve Rasnic Tem ………………………………………………………….. 239

Cut

Alex Bledsoe ………………………………………………………………… 250

Harlots of New Chapel Row

Terry Horns Erwin ………………………………………………………… 253

Animals

Kody Boye …………………………………………………………………… 275

Beach House

William Cook ……………………………………………………………… 299

It Sounds a Bit Like . . .

Gary Fry ……………………………………………………………………… 309

Conversations Kill

Tim Waggoner ……………………………………………………………… 320

Raphael

Stephen Graham Jones …………………………………………………… 335

Taken

Felicia Merkler …………………………………………………………….. 361

Blood Bath

Wrath James White ……………………………………………………….. 363

Big Fat Pig

Timothy Maxon ……………………………………………………………. 372

Cognitive

Joseph Mulak ……………………………………………………………….. 379

Three Fingers, One Thumb

Steve Volk ……………………………………………………………………. 387

When Shadows Come Back

Nancy KilPatrick …………………………………………………………… 392

The Sum of a Man

David B. Silva ………………………………………………………………. 400

Remembrance

Christopher Fulbright ……………………………………………………. 414

Hannah’s Babysitting Blues

John Grover …………………………………………………………………. 417

Haunted House

Lisa Morton ………………………………………………………………… 429

Triggering

John Shirley ………………………………………………………………… 439

The Evolutionary

Tim Lebbon ………………………………………………………………… 454

That Last Day, Those Final Moments

Gary McMahon …………………………………………………………….. 478

Trapdoor

Tim Curran ………………………………………………………………….. 482

The Long Wait

Christopher Shearer ………………………………………………………492

Family Tradition

Sebaston Milam ……………………………………………………………. 516 

Despite the horrific nature of these tales, however, their very existence in Dark Light stands as proof there will always be a light at the end of every tunnel. 

Turn the lights down low and enjoy the show.

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Music Monday! (Spotlight on Irish Rock band Glyder and Hip Hop artist Charlie Burgess!)


Hello, Hello fam:) It’s Monday, the best time of the week:) I say this because, around here this is the day we showcase some awesome Indie music! So today I will share a little of what came in my Music mailbox over the last week, and some of what I found scouring the internet:)

So let’s get started!

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CD BABY…baby:)

I found a great group on CD BABY, the premiere site that host a plethora of Indie musicians and their great music!beta.cdbaby.com

Glyder© Copyright-glyder(5392000013650)

Record Label: Truetalent

Modern twin guitar rock in the style of the Classic Rock bands of the 70’s

Genre: Rock: Classic Rock
Release Date: 2006

Recommended if you like

  • Gary Moore
  • Phil Lynott
  • Thin Lizzy

Genres you will love

By Location

BIO:Glyder began its musical journey in 2004 at a Thin Lizzy tribute night in Dublin. Since then the band have released two critically acclaimed albums and two EP’s. A strong live following and fan base has built up over the past four years from constant touring with some of the greatest name in rock

SEE MORE ON CD BABY!http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/glyder1

Glyder Video

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INDIEWRITERSREVIEW’S MUSIC MAILBOX!

Ok guys! This came in my music maibox this week! I hosted this awesome Hip Hop artist last week….Charlie Burgess! So check this out!

 

 

 

 

 

Charlie Burgess Website’s 

Twitter.com/ChuckBakaLC

Facebook.com/Playasville

SoundCloud.com/Playasville

MyFlowIsSoAmazing.com

Playasville.com

 

For Immediate Release

Upcoming Canadian Rapper Charlie Burgess had his first Radio Interview Yesterday on CKXS 99.1FM. They talked about Charlie’s come up on the Indie scene, The Drake & Chris Brown Fight, Boyx II Men, Mariah Carey, New Edition, 2Pac and much more. Check out the video below.

So, Hip Hop artist Charlie Burgess is doing his thing guys! So check out his music at any digital retailers….

and now let’s see Charlie’s newest video!

Listening/viewing discretion advised

Happy rockin all:)

Feature Review of Black Satin by Rae Hachton (Supa Gurl Tour!)


Hello all:) Just wanted to let you know that today I am completing a two-part coverage of Rae Hachton’s Pretty In Black series…today will share my review of the second book in the series Black Satin! This is a Supa Gurl book tour!

AND I get to speak with the sexy main male character himself….Marcus marble! Check it out below!

What if you weren’t who you thought you were? What if your whole life changed in an instant and you were released to a new identity? What if you were forced to kill the one you love? What if everything you knew wasn’t real, and you awaken to a new world? What if love could take you to unknown places? How beautiful is death really? Marcus Marble has disappeared from Ellie’s life, and she needs answers to questions and he’s the only one who can answer them. How is her sister back from the dead, and why is Ellie still alive? When Ellie realizes Marcus isn’t coming back, she is forced to move on with her life the best way she can, in hopes of finding the answers herself, but when people at school begin to be viciously murdered, and Giles reveals to her a life changing secret, she decides to investigate the possible truth of it. What she discovers is more than she thought she would. The only time Ellie feels normal is when she’s around Walter, the new guy at school. And normal is how she wants to feel, now that Marcus is gone from her life. But Walter may not be all that he seems, either, and she just might spiral in to an even more dark world, she never thought possible. And when it occurs to her that Marcus has made the decision to pass on through to the afterlife, during the Risorgimento, she races against time to stop him, while knowing she has feelings for Walter, too. Will she make it in time to stop Marcus from passing through, and if she does, what will she tell Walter? Her heart will have to make the final decision. But will the choice be worth dying for?

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SYNOPSIS/REVIEW

Black Satin is the second book in the Pretty In Black series by Rae Hachton; the series gets even better in this second book which tales the tale of the passionate young lovers Marcus Marble and Ellie Piper. In this book, Marcus has restored Ellie’s life, giving her the life she always wanted. Her mother happily married nice home and her sister Darcy alive. All is well, could be considered perfect except for the fact that Marcus has left. He believes in order to protect Ellie, that he must leave and face the true death.

The only desire that Ellie has is to have Marcus back….and intermixed with her missing and wondering regarding Marcus, she is also discovering more of herself…such as more regarding being an Evermore hunter, discovering the truth about her parents and her heritage.

Things heat up as the outer forces begin to wage war against Ellie and her supporters…also this is around the time Walter, a handsome Gargoyle, Ellie’s champion, who has also grown to love Ellie, enters the story; Ellie also begins to have feelings for Walter as well…So amongst the action, danger, drama, Ellie is torn between her feelings for Walter and the love that will not die for Marcus…the questions hangs whether Marcus and Ellie are ended forever…

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REVIEW

Black Satin was even better the second time around! I enjoyed finding out more regarding the history of the Evermores and Hunters, regarding Ellie’s heritage; at first I was a little upset with Walter coming into the picture and Ellie having some feelings for Walter! lol, But it was an edge of your seat read full of passion, romance. I literally could not wait to turn the page next to see what would happen! Ms. Hachton’s storytelling was superb, with many twist and turns to keep readers enthralled.

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SPECIAL CHARACTER INTERVIEW with main character Marcus Marble!

1) You said that you had seen Ellie before the suicide attempt…that you loved her…when did you first see Ellie…and how did you know she would be the one to save you from the true death?

When I first became an evermore, clawing my way out of the grave, I was overwhelmed with emotions.

Emotions I wanted to fight. Emotions I believed I was not capable of controlling.

I did not tell anyone how I felt, but I felt monstrous. In fact, I stayed away from Nevermore for years, finding solace while locked away in my Paris palace, from society and from myself.

My sister annoyed me, Jillian made my emotions worse. I wanted the true death. I felt there was no escape from this darkness. That I would not be capable of peace, happiness, or love.

Then I met Ellie, and realized I was wrong. The day I met her, I was infuriated, rushing through the cemetery, ready to rip anyone apart. She was at her sister’s funeral.

She was sad. Her pain was beautiful to me. I wanted to end her life. The feelings I experienced that day were conflicting. I began to watch her, because I wanted to know her, but more than that, I wanted to figure out why I was experiencing contradicting emotions.

Kiss her. Kill her. Which?

But when she attempted suicide, it became quite evident which emotion would take over.

I had to save her. But in the end, she was the one who saved me.

 

2) What was your Human life like prior to your being claimed?

I still do not recollect much of my human life. It’s been a century now, since I was human. Much has been forgotten. Apparently though, I was in a relationship with Jillian before I’d died. This I cannot fathom. Of all the things of my human life, that could have been brought back to my memory, why this one?

It’s horrifying.

 

3) What did you do the 112 years BEFORE Ellie?

I spent most of that time alone, contemplating whether to be a monster or not. Other evermores did not feel the way I did. They had embraced their destiny. I detested returning from the grave. I wanted revenge. When being told that I was to save human lives, I found it laughable. It contradicted every emotion in my body. I stayed away from Nevermore, because of this. Not being sure I was able to do what I was intended to do. Also, knowing I was the White Raven, and that more was expected of me, to be the leader, this was even more stressful.

Between trips to Paris, and back to Nevermore, during that time, I focused my mind on other things. Or tried to, anyway. The closer it got to my centennial, the more afraid I became. If I could not fully suppress the monster within, I would not be able to be the White Raven, the leader. I would be a failure.

I met Ellie, and that changed everything.

 

4) How do you feel knowing that Ellie is a Evermore hunter? Do you feel any betrayal… or fear that she will give in to her birthright?

This is just another challenge for us, on the list of many. I know she is an evermore hunter, but she is also half-evermore. At this point, it could go either way. We will see.

 

5) Why do you love Ellie? What makes her different from all others? (I can hear the girls swoon right now:)

She saves me from the darkness, and from myself.

 

6) How do you feel being known as a hottie since the book has come out?:)

 

*Grins* So, that’s what people are saying?

7) How does all this publicity make your feel?

 

Well, can’t say that I don’t enjoy it.

8) When you decided to leave Ellie to protect her, and then when you found your way together again…how did it feel knowing part of her loved Walter?

Many perhaps, may not fully grasp this, but I completely understand her feelings for Walter. I love Ellie, and I wanted her to be happy. If I could not be there for her, I needed someone strong, who would love her the way I would have, and who would protect her.

Walter was fully capable of doing that.

But Ellie returned to me, and that’s all I need to know. It’s more than enough. I cannot bring myself to feel jealous of the guy who protected her when I could not be there for her, when I felt I wasn’t strong enough.

If anything, I should feel angry at myself for wanting to leave in the first place. If she were to choose him, I’d deserve it. And I’d let go.

 

9) Now that Author Rae Hachton has made your story known…what is the plan for you and Ellie, will you allow Ms. Hachton to share anymore of your story?

Right Now, Ellie and I, we’re in Paris, France. Ms. Hachton does not agree to reveal my and Ellie’s plans at this time, because I will not allow it. However, she does agrees to these short teasers, and a Raven in the Grave official release date: December 31, 2012.

Ellie lay on my chest, still asleep, her eyelids fluttering. I awaited her awakening in sweet agony. My arm was still wrapped around her, as we lay silently, wrapped together on my wrought iron king size bed in my Parisian chambre—inside the Palace that I’d inherited from my Great Grandfather, Alexandre Laroche—a Frenchman.

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Today was the First of January. The night before had been magical. But today, I was not so sure. A part of me, a deep part of me, wanted to drink from her again. This time, from her wrist. An erotic act, a declaration of my desire. I wanted to make love to her madly, but I had to restrain myself. Her beating pulse did not help. I gathered her hair and pushed it gently away, exposing her neck. My eyes took in the thump, thump, thumping. The mark where I’d drank from her, while faint, was still there. I lifted her wrist to my lips and kissed it, testing myself.

 

10) What music do you like?

Anything that can express deep emotion. Music has no purpose if it cannot accomplish that.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rae Hachton [pronounced H-ton] is the nom de plume of author Desirae Hennington. She is the Indie Author of the Gothic Romance series Pretty in Black. She is twenty-three years old and lives with her Muse and her Ghost. When she is not composing new novels, she is working on her cinematography studies, and devouring YA books. Her favorite band is The Raveonettes, and she is a major fan of Edgar Allan Poe and Ravens and Crows. Although she is writing Gothic Fiction at the moment, her favorite genre of all time is Contemporary YA. Favorite contemporary book: tie between Forever by Judy Blume and the Summer I turned Pretty series by Jenny Han. Favorite author: David Levithan. If Rae Hachton wasn’t writing, she’d give it one last shot at being kewl, and probably start a band.

Links to buy books :

Amazon –

Paperback

E-book

Barnes & Noble –

Nook Book

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Check out all Pretty In Black and Black Satin tour stops

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Welcome Acacia Beumer of Launch Out Into The Deep


Hello Everyone! Today Acacia Beumer of Launch Out Into The Deep will be joining me here today! Ms. Beumer’s title is  on tour with Virtual Book Tours

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BOOK SPOTLIGHT

Synopsis

Life is a journey that is encumbered with pitfalls, cruel turns of fate, and the inescapable reality of death. How we make our way throughout this journey is what really counts but sometimes it is easy to lose our way and our faith. Launch Out into the Deep is a well written heartwarming coming of age book. Launch Out Into The Deepwill work wonders for your soul and alleviate any feelings of loneliness, rebelliousness and even regret.

It’s important to realize that the bible is not an easy read, and that where books like these fit in – selecting certain Bible passages and references from the Testaments along with engagingly written notes, and true experiences from the writer and other people, to help us reflect on the Bible’s meaning and how it is relevant to us today.

The book has a very intelligent architecture: a short description of life’s brutal lesson and the cool balm that Faith provides, followed by quotations from the Holy Scripture. Lastly a soothing poem in rhyming verse provides the apt closure to the episode. It’s like celestial music lending its rhythm and cadence to the momentary turbulence of the cosmos.

The author’s essays are direct, easy to read, and allow for reflection and interpretation. Her youthful and honest voice is reminiscent of the Chicken Soup series — and her sometimes candid confessions add a refreshing element to the genre. Christian teens and young women especially could relate to some of Acacia’s personal tribulations, as in her story of how the power of her parents’ prayer put an unchaste boyfriend to sleep. Although she writes with conviction, the messages of this book are non-denominational, and would be appropriate for all Christians.

More importantly, unlike some books of this nature, this is not a stringing together of self-evident clichés without concrete suggestions. Instead, it is full of valuable lessons drawn from life that younger and more mature readers alike will feel that they have gained something from. Readers may find solace in reading the stories. The reason is that through stories we can often use our stories to do two things: First, it helps others to identify with us, to understand that they are not alone. Although it doesn’t make our suffering any easier, it does give us comfort to know that others have gone through some of the same things we have, and so we know there’s a way out of our trouble. Second, our stories allow us to communicate truth. Jesus said that truth would set us free.

One of the most touching stories readers speak about is the author’s brief encounter with Mike, a sprightly and carefree youth of seventeen. A bond develops between them, notwithstanding the hesitation in the boy’s mind about being close with a “church girl”. But before the relationship blooms it is cut short by a tragic road accident, which takes away Mike, adding one more member in his family, whose life was cut short. Despite the devastation, author Acacia takes succor in one thing that Mike had made peace with God as his dying moments revealed. “People die young everyday. My advice is to develop a relationship with Jesus while you’re young. Your next day is not promised! Don’t leave this Earth without knowing Him!” Then the author breaks into an emotionally charged poem in memory of Mike (most of the other poems in the book are written by brother Aaron).

This book is full of such tender moments of truth. This collection of life’s practical and illuminating lessons about the grace of Jesus and power of Faith will definitely endear it to the multitudes, who find teachings of the Bible difficult to comprehend and relate to their own situations.

Note:This book synopsis is a compilation of reviews from readers on Amazon.com

Title: Launch Out Into The Deep

Genre – Christian/Inspirational
Format – Ebook, Audiobook, & Print
Publisher – Self Published with CreateSpace
Release Date – December 2011

Website –www.launchoutbook.com

Purchase Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Launch-Out-Into-Deep-ebook/dp/B005Y4F872/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1333040780&sr=8-2

Link to Tour on Main Site – http://www.virtualbooktourcafe.com/3/post/2012/03/launch-out-into-the-deep-by-acacia-beumer-aaron-slaton.html

 

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Acacia Slaton Beumer is a graduate of Oral Roberts University; she will earn her Master of Science in Marriage and Family Therapy in the summer of 2012. She works in the Social Service field and finds a sense of joy from helping others. Her husband John is in the United States Army. She has two daughters; Jana is 3 years old Jaci is 1. Acacia loves to interact with readers and welcomes questions and feedback. Her next project is to write an autobiography about her many life experiences. If you’re interested in contacting Acacia email her at acacia@launchoutbook.com. May you be tremendously blessed and continue to persevere and daily grow in your walk with Christ.

Aaron Slaton is the author of the poetry and one chapter featured in this book. Writing since the age of twelve, Aaron has been gifted with the ability to bring the Scriptures to life through rhythm and rhyme. Aaron is an aspiring songwriter and producer. If you’re interested in contacting Aaron email him at aaron@launchoutbook.com.