Friday, August 15, 2014

"Breakfall" by Kate Pavelle: SPOTLIGHT, Excerpt & My Review!


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Publication Date: June 27, 2014 
Genres: ContemporaryEroticaLGBTRomance 

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Synopsis: Fall Trilogy: Book One

Sexual assault doesn't discriminate. Aikido instructor Sean Gallaway learns that when he falls prey to a violent stalker. Asbjorn Lund, a karate sensei on campus and a Navy vet, yearns to teach Sean how to survive. How to overcome. How to recover. Sean feels hunted and alone as the stalker escalates, testing his boundaries. With the entire dojo at his back, Sean resolves to play bait. He will catch the predator stalking him and reclaim his sense of self if it's the last thing he does. Yet Sean's hunger for justice clashes with Asbjorn's protective streak, and their budding romance might not survive their war of wills.


Excerpt

Sean didn’t know. He never tried it. Burrows-sensei disapproved of contamination by other martial arts.

“Contaminating aikido by other arts would make it too easy to resort to violence,” he said, repeating the word he heard so many times. “If you are defending yourself, and if your timing is right and you keep the principles in mind, all you have to do is trust the technique to work.”

The response to his rehearsed words was action. Strong arms on his biceps and hips against his hip.

Asbjorn pushed him roughly against the brick wall of the building next to them.

“Do something, Sean.” Asbjorn’s voice was calm.

Sean was pinned.

He curled his wrists in and attempted to raise his arms, but with his hips immobilized, it was impossible to use his whole body. He could not simply curl a man like Asbjorn. Frustrated, he stomped on Asbjorn’s foot.

Asbjorn smiled. “Sometimes, your style will be incompatible with the style of somebody else. You can also be smaller or physically weaker.”

The stubborn set of Sean’s jaw told Asbjorn he tried to resist the impending feeling of humiliation and defeat. Sean said, “You’re saying there’s nothing I can do.”

“No. I’m saying you have to learn a few dirty tricks.”

“I can’t use my hands.”

“You can use your head, though. I’m close enough for a head-butt. If you hit my nose with your forehead, I’ll let go right quick.”

Asbjorn loosened his grip on Sean’s arms and slid his large hands onto the rough surface by Sean’s head. He kept his hips pressed forward, his face buried in Sean’s hair, and seemed disinclined to move.

“Sean.” Asbjorn’s voice was but a whisper.

“What are you doing?”

There was a pause before Asbjorn broke the silence. “I’m wondering that myself.”

About the Author
Kate Pavelle
Just about everything Kate Pavelle writes is colored by her life experiences, whether the book in your hand is romance, mystery, or adventure. Kate grew up under a totalitarian regime behind the Iron Curtain. In her life, she has been a hungry refugee and a hopeful immigrant, a crime victim and a force of lawful vengeance, a humble employee and a business owner, an unemployed free-lancer and a corporate executive, a scientist and an artist, a storyteller volunteering for her local storytelling guild, a martial artist, and a triathlete. Kate’s frequent travels imbue her stories with local color from places both exotic and mundane.

Kate Pavelle is encouraged in her writing by her husband, children and pets, and tries not to kill her extensive garden in her free time. Out of the five and a half languages she speaks, English is her favorite comfort zone.

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 What did Sister Sinister think of the book?

 I give BREAKFALL 4 Stars!

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While the erotic romance between Sean and Asbjorn did not interest me (fans of Male/Male erotica, do not fear! The sex is steamy!), I still graded the book by the skill of the writing, the weaving of the story, and the believability of the characters. Most notably is the technical knowledge of various martial arts styles that the author displayed. Extensive to be sure, this book may not appeal to readers who get sidetracked by specialized or (possibly to the reader) foreign terms and/or words. But to anyone interested in, fascinated by, or educated in Japanese Martial styles, you will for certain get your jolly on reading this very well written novel, the first book in the "FALL" trilogy. 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

"TOTEM, Book:1 SCARS" by C. Michael Lorion (4 Stars)

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TOTEM, Book:1 SCARS
Totem Series, Book #1
by C. Michael Lorion

Genre: Mystery/Horror/Mythology/Paranormal

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**I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for my honest review.**

TOTEM: SCARS is a clever weaving of Native American mythos and 1970's New England living. We are introduced to Kimi, a girl displaced in time and hunting down her vengeful brother Achak, both searching for a mysterious source of power known as the Totem.

In Old Wachusett, Mass., it is 1978 and Josh has agreed to give his ex-girlfriend a ride to her mother's grave, thanks to her unreliable father. The man uses his parish as an excuse to keep his daughter away from that grave and the secret he wants to keep his child from discovering, while Josh's parents are growing further apart - from each other and him.

This book follows a large cast of characters living their individual lives as their families decline, lost loved ones are mourned, infidelity lurks, and evil is insidiously creeping. Lorion does a magnificent job of making each character their own person with their own voice, no two sounding a like, and he tells his tale with clear and intelligent web-spinning. It is a wonder in the beginning how these two worlds can come together, and though there isn't a lot of action, there is a lot of character building, mystery, questions not yet answered, with a splash and dash of murder and  a whole lot of dirty laundry needing airing.

If you're leery of all the books out there containing formatting and editing errors, fear not in this case. I can't recall a single flub. And if you appreciate a well-told yarn of good vs. evil, than I think that this is the book for you!


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

AUTHOR INTERVIEW w/ C. Michael Lorion, Writer of the TOTEM Series!!!

Please welcome C. Michael Lorion! He is the author of the brand new TOTEM series and has agreed to be interviewed by yours truly! So without further ado...

Q.  So SCARS, the first book in your debut TOTEM series, is considered to be a novel of Horror. Is Horror your favorite genre?
A.  You know, this whole genre thing confuses me sometimes. There are elements of horror in Scars, and in the whole Totem series, but I don't know if I would consider it straight-up horror. To answer your questions, yes, horror is probably my favorite genre--think Stephen King, Peter Straub, Christopher Golden, Robert McCammon, and some of Dean Koontz's stuff.


Q.  How did the idea of this trilogy come to you?
A.  Oh, man. Do you have an hour? Short answer (which may not be too short) is this: one day I was walking with one of my sons who at the time was around 5 or 6 years old. We live on busy street in a small town, and as a car came around the corner I wondered (don't ask me where this thought came from) what would happen if the car veered toward us and, by some terrible circumstance, I couldn't get both me and my son out of the way and my son died as a result. What would I as a parent go through for the rest of my life with that on my conscience? That got me thinking about how a parent who--either directly or indirectly--was responsible for his son's death would handle it. I started writing the story, scraped it after about nine months because it was boring, brought in a supernatural element to it along with Native American mythology, and three years later here is Totem (Book 1: Scars).


Q. What do you think inspired you to be a writer?
A.  I've loved reading my entire life. I grew up on King and Straub and Koontz and Robert Ludlum and Tom Clancy and others. I tried my hand at a number of short stories while in junior high and high school. I've had, for decades, the desire to write a novel. I guess all of this together inspired me somehow. I think reading a novel that scared me and also gave me hope made me think, "Hey, I think I could write something like this." Then the right idea came along, and here we are.


Q.  There is a lot of talk right now about the changing face of self-publishing. How do you feel about it?
A.  The only thing I can say about it is that I'm learning so much as I go. I knew next to nothing about self-publishing when I started writing the Totem series. In fact, I was planning on submitting it to traditional publishers. But then the whole self-publishing thing started taking off, I started reading up on it and researching it, and, although sales of my book have not been where I'd like them to be, I have to say I am enjoying the ride. Self-publishing has opened the door for those of us who want to write for a living, and for that I'm grateful. I'm not making a living on my writing--yet--but I'm working hard on getting there, and so I'm all for the self-publishing movement. I'll add this--a lot has been said and written about the quality of self-publishing, and a lot of what's been said and written is legitimate, but I think as it goes on that the quality writing will continue to rise to the top and squeeze out the lesser quality writing. Readers will keep reading the good stuff.


Q. Who would you say your favorite authors are right now? Do you have a favorite book or series?
A.  Stephen King (mostly his older stuff, some of his newer), Christopher Golden (anyone reading this interview, if you're not reading this guy, what are you WAITING for??), Robert McCammon (Boy's Life, Stinger, The Five, need I say more?), Brandon Sanderson (The Mistoborn series is simply one of the best fantasy epics EVER), Patrick Rothfuss. Favorite books--Watchers by Dean Koontz, It by Stephen King, Boy's Life by Robert McCammon, Strangewood by Christopher Golden, and Shadowland by Peter Straub.


Q.  What are some of your hobbies? Favorite things to do when you're not writing?
A.  Reading, reading, reading. Playing with my kids. I used to draw a lot when I has in junior high, would like to get back into that hobby as I think it would be relaxing. Someday...


Q.  As a father of 7 children, I have to ask. When do you find the time to write?? =D
A.  I work a part-time job delivering the early morning paper, which means I wake up between 1:30 and 2:00 in the morning and I'm done my route by 6 in the morning. I spend time with the family until 9 a.m., then I write from 9 until 2 or 3 in the afternoon, then spend the rest of the day with the family. My wife homeschools our children (6 live with us, the oldest who is 23 is on his own with his wife and children). So, it's not as difficult as it sounds. I have a little side room off our dining room, I put my headphones on and crank up the music (Rush, Kansas, Styx, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Led Zeppelin, and any other rock groups from the 70s and 80s), and that's how I write. For the most part, the kids let me write and then let me know when it's time for a break. So far, it works for us.


Q.  Can you tell us a little bit about Book 2 in the TOTEM series? What can we expect from the second installment?
A.  The second book is titled Totem (Book 2: Ashes). It will pick up later in the same year, 1978, on the fourth of July. There will be some backstory told so that questions from the first book (believe me, I know I left a lot of questions hanging at the end, and I'm sorry about that...for the most part) will be answered, but also there will be more questions raised that will be answered in the third installment. The second book won't focus on as many characters as the first one did, so that will be a change of pace for a lot of readers. I'm looking forward to working with a smaller cast of characters and developing them more. The secret of the Totem (what it is and what power it holds) will start to be revealed, though not completely. That won't happen until book three.


Q. Can you tell us what other projects you have in the pipeline?
A.  After Totem (Book 2: Ashes) there will be Totem (Book 3: Spirits). After the Totem series, I may start writing a YA thriller/supernatural/dark fantasy series. It's percolating inside my head right now, so we'll have to wait and see what happens with it. I also have two short stories in my drawer I need to clean up and get out in print somehow, along with numerous ideas for more short stories/novellas.


Q.  I know you're a busy man (especially as a dad to 7 kidlets!), so I'll close this interview with one last question. Vampires, werewolves, or witches? Aliens, robots, or zombies? Lethal viruses or nanos gone wild? 
A.  Vampires (read The Keep by F. Paul Wilson or They Thirst by Robert McCammon to see how vampires used to be written about, aliens (Alien the movie), lethal viruses (Stephen King's The Stand).


Great interview, Rebecca. These questions were fun to answer. I know book bloggers are pressed for time to read and review all the books that are sent to them, so thanks a bunch for taking the time to write these interview questions and to post it on your blog. I wish you all the success, and I'll keep spreading the word about the work you're doing on behalf of readers everywhere and us authors striving to please our readers. Thanks!

--Thank you, so much for sharing with us! And to my readers, check back here tomorrow for my review of TOTEM, Book: 1. You won't want to miss it!

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Monday, July 28, 2014

"Darkness Watching" by Emma Adams - COVER REVEAL!


Darkness Watching
by Emma Adams

Genre: new-adult, urban-fantasy, paranormal-romance

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Date of Re-Release : September 1st, 2014

Cover Artist: Amy Chitulescu


Description:

Eighteen-year-old Ashlyn is one interview away from her future when she first sees the demons. She thinks she’s losing her mind, but the truth is far more frightening: she can see into the Darkworld, the home of spirits - and the darkness is staring back.

Desperate to escape the demons, Ash accepts a place at a university in the small town of Blackstone, in the middle of nowhere - little knowing that it isn’t coincidence that led her there but the pull of the Venantium, the sorcerers who maintain the barrier keeping demons from crossing from the Darkworld into our own world.

All-night parties, new friendships and a life without rules or limits are all part of the package of student life - but demons still stalk Ash, and their interest in her has attracted the attention of every sorcerer in the area. Ash is soon caught between her new life and a group of other students with a connection to the Darkworld, who could offer the answers she’s looking for. The demons want something from her, and someone is determined to kill her before she can find out what it is.

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, not everyone is what they appear to be…
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About The Author:
Emma Adams spent her childhood creating imaginary worlds to compensate for a disappointingly average reality, so it was probably inevitable that she ended up writing fantasy and paranormal for young adults.
She was born in Birmingham, UK, which she fled at the first opportunity to study English Literature at Lancaster University. In her three years at Lancaster, she hiked up mountains, skydived in Australia, and endured a traumatic episode involving a swarm of bees in the Costa Rican jungle. She also wrote various novels and short stories. These included her first publication, a rather bleak dystopian piece, and a disturbing story about a homicidal duck (which she hopes will never see the light of day).
Now a reluctant graduate, she can usually be found in front of her writing desk, creating weird and wonderful alternative worlds. Her debut novel The Puppet Spell, published in January 2013 by Rowanvale Books, is a fantasy tale for young adults and the young at heart, featuring disappearing uncles, invisibility potions and chimeras.
Emma also writes dark and creepy supernatural novels for older teens and adults. Her next book, Darkness Watching, is the first in the upper-YA/New Adult Darkworld series, and was published in October 2013 by Curiosity Quills Press.

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Saturday, July 26, 2014

"Curse of Prometheus: A Tale of Medea" by Morgan St. Knight (5 Stars)

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Curse of Prometheus:
A Tale of Medea
by Morgan St. Knight

Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/ Mythology

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I received a copy of this book, along with a media kit, from Bewitching Book Tours. I couldn't wait to get into this book and I wasn't to be let down!

As the title suggests, our protagonist is Medea. That's right, the same Medea of Greek tragedy. The Goddess is traipsing around the Earth slaying the daughters of Lamia, but now she has a new task and it looks like it involves the Curse of Prometheus, an ancient blood-letting spell of murder and power. But that's ok, because she has two kick butt friends to help her. Do the names Orphne and Heracles ring a bell?

CURSE of PROMETHEUS has action and mystery, nymphs and curly haired Gods. It is not to be missed for lovers of Urban fantasy and mythology!


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

"Curse of Prometheus" by Morgan St. Knight - AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT! Excerpts & Giveaway!!

Curse of Prometheus: 
A Tale of Medea
by Morgan St. Knight

Genre: Paranormal/urban fantasy

AISN: B00HRG6FEA
ISBN-13: 978-0991396092

Number of pages: 276
Word count: 107,000

The ancient world's most notorious sorceress has just become the modern world's only hope for survival.


Book Description:

How do you fight a god of light who has been seduced by darkness? That’s the challenge Medea Keres must meet. Posing as a wealthy young heiress in modern day Atlanta, no one knows she is the original Medea, the sorceress from ancient Greek legends.

As priestess of the witch goddess Hecate, Medea is charged with hunting demons that would otherwise overrun the world. Now she must face a far greater adversary. One of the twelve shining Olympian gods has turned rogue, violating the edict against human sacrifice. As the body count quickly rises, Medea knows her enemy is getting stronger.

With the help of the underworld nymph Orphne and the hero-god Heracles, she must find a way to unmask the evil so that the other Olympians will take action.

But as she probes deeper into a blood-soaked labyrinth of suspense and intrigue, Medea finds a net of deceit and treachery that will require all of her cunning to escape.


Available at Amazon


Excerpt 1

He reached out a tentative hand to touch one of the wings. “God,” he whispered. “God, God, God, I’m sorry. What have you done to me?”
Get off it!” I snapped. “Don’t even pretend that this is a surprise. Who or what are you? And don’t bother telling me you’re some kind of angel. No angel has moves like the ones you just made with me!”
I don’t want to interrupt, but we have something else to deal with,” Heracles said, putting a hand on my arm. “I’m sure this can wait. He won’t be going anywhere.” He gently tugged me towards the steps.
Stay with him,” I told Orphne, hoping she knew the harshness in my tone wasn’t directed at her. “Don’t take your eyes off of him.”
She half-smiled at that. “That’ll be an easy promise to keep.”
Heracles bounded up the basement steps but I took them one at a time, a little reluctantly at that. I’d had enough aggravation for the night. I didn’t need something else on my plate.
You’ll want to put something on, unless the neighbors are very liberal.” He was heading for the front door.
Not by a long shot,” I muttered. I pulled my London Fog out of the closet and belted it around me. We stepped outside into a steady fall of rain. There were still muted flashes and thunder rolls overhead, but nothing like there’d been a short time ago.
I threw my hands up. “This is what you wanted to show me? I know they don’t have anything but wonderful weather on Olympus, but surely you haven’t forgotten what rain is.”
He walked towards the street. “It’s not quite the way I remember it. Come along. You’ll see what I mean.”
I quashed the sound of annoyance rising in my throat and trotted to catch up with him. The rain seemed to be easing.
He strode across the street. “Over here. You’ll get the picture.”
The invective I’d chosen stopped at the tip of my tongue as I stepped out into the street.
And out of the rain.
I’d known rain to stop abruptly before, but this was different. Mostly, because I could still hear the rain behind me.
I think I knew what I was going to see before I completed my slow turn. Something at the back of my mind said not to look, but I had to. Heracles was standing there with his arms folded.
Any ideas?” Damn him anyway, if he wasn’t smirking when he said it.
I didn’t find anything at all funny about the fact that the storm was centered over my house—and only my house. The clouds, with their soft flashes of lightning and gentle peals of low thunder, were directly overhead. The sky over the rest of the street was clear, faint stars sparkling overhead.
Shit,” I said with real passion. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” Stamping my bare foot repeatedly on the asphalt to punctuate the curses hurt like hell, but I didn’t care at that point.
Shall I hazard a guess that this has something to do with what you were up to with our winged friend?”
The anger and shock were fading, but they weren’t gone. I began pacing.
I don’t know. I don’t know what happened with him. But the storm came up just as we were...” I let the rest hang, but he’d gotten the message.
Remember Pompeii,” he said with a teasing note in his voice.
Accident! It was just… an… accident!”
An accident that conveniently happened as you were getting…acquainted… with a very unusual young man down on a nearby beach. An unusual young man who, it turned out—”
Was the son of Poseidon and a mortal woman,” I finished weakly as I sat down on the curb. Not a soul was stirring, not even a light as far down the street as I could see.
I leaned back a bit and jumped as I got splashed by the rain that was still falling resolutely on my yard. It felt better to lean forward and put my head in my hands anyway.
I don’t need this. I don’t need something else. Tonight of all nights, I don’t need this.”
Heracles crossed the street and sat down next to me. “Cheer up. It could be worse. It could have been another Vesuvius. Or maybe some other horrendous disaster. At least we weren’t buried like Pompeii.”
It’s disaster enough, isn’t it?” Still, I shivered a bit at what could have happened. We were nowhere near a volcano, but the New Madrid fault was close enough to Atlanta that it might have decided to give way during my little escapade. Just because the Earth moved for me, didn’t mean it had to move for millions of other people. I decided to count my blessings.
Mixed bloods, Medea. Mixed bloods can call up very unusual phenomena when they mate. Perhaps it’s best we never were more than friends. Even when I was mortal, I was still half-god.”
The rain was tapering off behind us. If there was any luck to be had, I hoped it would be enough to ensure that no one had bothered looking out their window to see a storm drenching only my house that night.
I suppose we’d best figure out who and what our friend is, and whether he’s any threat.” Heracles rose, holding out a hand without prompting this time. I took it and let him pull me up.
Just what I needed. Another mystery.”
He trudged back through the grass. “Maybe this one will be easier to solve.” He sounded nonchalant enough about it. I tried to let the mood infect me, but it kept its distance. I felt like one of the storm clouds hovering over my house had just floated down and taken up permanent residence over my head.


Excerpt 2

I spoke the charm that unsealed the sanctuary door. It swung open, and simultaneously candles in sconces around the walls flared to life.
But they weren’t the only things that were glowing.
Next to the altar that held a statue of Hecate, a censer and vessels for libations, there was a small side-table. The single object on it was radiating an eerie light. It was a Sybil’s mirror, my direct link to Hades. It was a convenient way to send in my reports.
It was convenient most of the time, anyway. Just not at that particular moment. It should not have been glowing before I spoke the incantation to activate it.
The smart thing to do would have been to run right out of that room, lock the door from the outside and chant an invocation to call up some of the entities I was on friendly terms with. But smart is never high on my list when I’m tired and hungry.
So I went closer to the mirror. Mistake number one. The surface rippled like water, and I knew that images would soon break through.
At first, all I could see was something ill-defined, like an object bobbing just below the surface of a cloudy pool of water. The image became more defined. I dimly saw a bejeweled hand caressing what appeared to be a crumpled mound of crimson velvet. The image sharpened even more: it was not velvet.
It was flesh. A gaping, bloody hole in a human torso. The hand was stroking it slightly, dabbling ringed fingers into the gash as someone might lazily trail their hand in a cool pond on a warm spring day. I could tell it was a man’s body, but the image wasn’t wide enough for me to see his face, or the woman who was stroking the wound.
Everything had a cloudy sheen to it and her jewelry had an off color, making the gems unidentifiable. They were an odd, bluish-green.
A soft voice filled the room, as if it was coming from every corner.
Drink, drink…” it cajoled. A woman’s voice, light and soothing with the hint of myriad promises.
The image receded a bit, enough for me to see more of the torso as well as the body’s arms. I could see it was a man, but no more.
The vista slowly sank back into dimness. Another was surfacing. A mouth, surrounded by a lush beard. It was like black sable, sleek and oiled, arranged artfully into intricate curls and ringlets. A classic Greek style. The mouth and beard were all I could see, no other features to give me a clue about who it was.
The mouth was full and sensual, or at least it normally would be. I could tell that much even though it was twisted and pulled into a grimace. Pain? Ecstasy? A little of both, it seemed. It was not the expression which disturbed me the most.
The lush lips were streaked with blood. I could see, as the mouth opened in a silent groan, traces of blood on the teeth.
The image sharpened further, coming closer as if it was trying to come out of the mirror into my reality. My eyes widened as I realized it was no trick of light. The mouth was emerging from the mirror. Only a slight protrusion at first, then more, more…
The rim of the Sybil’s mirror was changing, becoming the same color as the blood on the lips pushing through the mirror’s surface.
As I backed away my ears started buzzing and I felt the floor wavering beneath me. I heard a sound that quickly grew louder, a throaty whisper that turned from a hoarse cry of need into distinct words.
Join us. Join us. Join us… Medea…”
Hearing my name sent a shock through me, enough to make me want to bolt. But I couldn’t.
The hideous mouth opened wider and scarlet clouds spilled from it like steam from a seething cauldron. They swept across the floor, flowing over my feet and up my calves. My legs were rooted to the spot even though my mind wanted nothing more than to run in terror—out of the room, out of the house, out of the city if I could run that much.
The room reeked of copper and ordure. Noxious fumes poured up my torso and over my chest and face, choking me.
Without warning or intent I fell backwards. It took me a moment to realize that I hadn’t stumbled. I had been pulled.
I could see the arms reaching from under my own, curving up over my chest towards my shoulders. They ended in hands that were as white as alabaster. White, except for the black nails that curved like talons from the fingers. Talons that were coming dangerously close to my throat.
I barely noticed that the vile clouds were being sucked back into the mirror, as if some gigantic monster on the other side had drawn in a large breath. The light started to fade from the mirror.
I was spun around. As the mirror’s glow dimmed I saw a face pale as moonlight, a mouth crimson as a ripe pomegranate, and eyes the color of amethysts just inches from my face.
The most pronounced feature was the hair. It seemed to be made of cobwebs and mist, floating in a silvery-grey cloud. Some of it was moving. Alive. As I looked at it, things looked back at me. Vipers.
The intruder’s mouth opened, revealing long curving fangs.
Medea…” The voice came from a distance, echoing as if I was in a deep cavern. The last thing I saw was the mouth opening wider, the fangs coming closer. Then the darkness took me.
Welcome to my world.


About the Author:

Morgan St. Knight live in Atlanta, and is a lifelong student of mythology, the occult, and comparative religion. With more than 25 years of experience as a journalist, Morgan enjoys the occasional foray into fantasyland to escape the grim realities of life. He is currently working on the sequel to "Curse of Prometheus" and is developing a second paranormal series which also takes place in the South.




Twitter: @morganstknight



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"Date Shark" by DelSheree Gladden (4 Stars)

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Date Shark
Date Shark series #1
by DelSheree Gladden

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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I was thrilled to receive a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review, even though I don't read a lot of romance without some kind of paranormal bent to it. Even so, I found the book to be a lot of fun!

Eli Walsh is a professional. He's a psychiatrist and he runs a dating service on the side, which he calls date sharking. As a date shark, he takes out women clients and evaluates them after the date in hopes that he will be able to tell them where they are going wrong in the world of dating. He likes his job and he's good at it. But when he meets with Leila Sparrow, he can't find a single thing wrong with her. Except that she just might be the one for him.

DATE SHARK is fun, sweet, and romantic with believable characters. For once, I didn't find myself ticked off with the female protagonist!! I felt for her and rooted for her all the way!


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