Bound to be His by Allison Gatta – Romance Book Tour and Giveaway

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Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance

Opposites attract…

Pro Pitcher Matt Archer is untouchable. Even after an injury threatened to end his career forever, he manages to make everyone smile and laugh—everyone, that is, except his sister’s no-nonsense best friend who doesn’t have the time or patience for his shenanigans…or his playboy tendencies. When his sister’s wedding forces them to work together, though, neither Matt nor Shay anticipates the potentially catastrophic consequences of their chemistry.

Shay Meyers didn’t sign on for this. Yes, she agreed to be Andy’s maid of honor, but she never agreed to be Matt’s keeper, too. Still, the more time she spends wrangling the infamous player, the more she realizes there’s more the Matt Archer than meets the eye. And the worst part? She’s starting to like what she sees…

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Excerpt:

Matt lay on his bed, opening and closing his palm and waiting for the pain to subside. In the old days, when the injury was fresh, this kind of pain was something eh could only dream about–manageable, workable. But now?

Every pang sent his mind whirring back to the phone. The texts from his physical therapist. The call for the majors that he still hadn’t gotten.

He rolled over, careful not to put any weight on his hand, and got to his feet.

He’d never paced before, but this seemed like the time for it. When he had a problem that couldn’t be solved.

And when Shay still wasn’t home…

He pushed that thought away, too. What should it matter to him whether or not Shay got home at a reasonable time? It was a bachelorette party. They should be out all night, and they’d deserve it if they were.

Just so long as it was just the two of them…

He shook his head and turned on his heel. Yes, pacing was good. Pacing at least made him feel like he was doing something instead of just sitting there staring at the ceiling. At least while he was moving he could–

The door burst open and then, just as quick, slammed shut with Shay now leaning against the white door.

“Okay, so we need a couple ground rules,” she huffed a strand of her dark hair out of her face.

“Um…hello to you too?” He stopped short and surveyed her, trying to determine if she was drunk.

She wasn’t swaying, her eyes weren’t glass or half lidded. Her hair was a little haphazard, but it was nothing unmanageable. In face, if it wasn’t for the red glow on her cheeks she might have looked completely normal.

Normal, of course, in the way that Shay was normal–her slender body wrapped in the slinkiest black dress he’d ever seen. The collar dipped just low enough for him to catch a trace of her cleavage, but then–

He internally shook his head again. Impassive. That was the new stance. Whatever she did, he was impassive.

No matter how fuckable she looked in her shiny red heels.

“We…I’m not sure where to start.”

“Probably with an aspirin. Are you drunk?” He asked.

She shook her head furiously. “I stopped drinking hours ago when I finally decided that…”

She trailed off again, then took a deep breath and said. “I just poured Andy into bed. Logan was already asleep.”

“Okay.” He nodded.

“They’re both pretty knocked out. It’s just you and me.”

The huskiness in her voice gave him pause, but he said, “Good, if we play Yahtzee I’ll know I can yell.”

“No. Listen. I…We need some rules.”

“Like not barging into my bedroom?” The corner of his mouth quirked up and she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

“That’s a big ask when I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he said.

She nodded. “Right, right. Well…look, I’ve been thinking. This thing between us. It’s not going away. I don’t think it’s going to and I think it’s been there for a lot longer than either of us will admit.”

He stayed silent, unsure whether to trust whether she really meant what he thought she meant. And if she did…

His gaze flicked to the messy tangle of his sheets. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying we need some rules.”

“What, like Pretty Woman? No kissing?”

“How the hell do you know the rule in Pretty Woman?”

“I’m a man, I’m not dead.”

She shook her head. “Right. Not important. Rules. We need to, I don’t know, agree that whatever we do is confined to our bedrooms. No PDA. We’re not a couple.”

“So…you want me as your booty call?”

“Yes, I guess. My very secret, temporary booty call.”

“How temporary?”

“Just until we’re off the island. By then, we’ll have all this out of our systems and we can find people we’re more compatible with without wondering, you know–“

“What would have happened if we’d slept together more than we already have?”

“Right.”

“You know you’re crazy, right?”

She nodded. “Yup. Now take off your pants.”

 

About the Author:

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Allison Gatta is an avid writer of steamy contemporary romance, an obsessive viewer of bad television, and an occasional player of overly-complex board games. In her free time, she thinks up fun, new characters and argues with her family over sci-fi trivia. She is a firm believer that Voldemort would vanquish Darth Vader in a duel.

Allison lives in the bustling city of Austin, TX with her husband and their scrappy pup, Sophie. She is fueled by coffee and feedback, so feel free to get to know Allison though twitter (@Allison_Gatta),facebook (Allison Gatta), or her website www.AllisonGatta.com.


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Guilt by Joan Ellis – Psychological Thriller, Crime Book Tour and Giveaway

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/16/15 – 3/16/15

Genres: Psychological Thriller, Crime

Tour Promo Price: 99p (UK) 1.49 (US Dollars) 1.99 (Canadian Dollars)

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Guilt

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Goodreads rating: 4.80 (5 ratings)

Blurb:

‘You died in April 1965, a month before your fifth birthday. You were probably dead long before Mum downed her third gin with Porky Rawlings.’

Seven year old Susan is alone with her younger brother when he dies of an overdose. The guilt informs the rest of her life. When it threatens to destroy not only her but her relationship with her baby, she must revisit her past to discover the truth. The outcome is as wonderful as it is horrific.

 

Excerpt:

Don’t, Mark,’ I said as you grabbed Mum’s bottle of ‘sweets’, but you weren’t used to doing as you were told. She let you do whatever you wanted. Besides, you were too busy to listen to me. When you couldn’t unscrew the lid, you wrapped a tea-towel round it just like you had seen her do countless times before. I’ll never forget the look of triumph on your face when you finally got the top off.

Mum will be angry,’ I warned.

Don’t tell. Cross your heart and hope to die,’ you said. You were concentrating hard on removing the cotton wool stopper and tipping the pills into your hand. Too many for you to hold, you dropped some and watched as they skittered across the floor.

Damn!’

Ssch! That’s a bad word, Mark.’

Daddy says it,’ you replied, showing me your treasure. The sweets looked lemony, like they might taste of sherbet. Where was the harm? After all, Mum took them all the time and she was fine, sort of. Perhaps she said they’d make you ill because she wanted to keep them all for herself. I reached out to take one, my fingertips just brushing the smooth surface.

Dare you, Susan.’

No,’ I told you, standing back, knowing how cross Mum would be when she found out. ‘I’m not playing.’

I’d like to tell you what happened next but I can’t, Mark. Whatever it was, is hidden, masked by too many memories. It’s the reason I’m talking to you; I need you to help me discover what went on.

As I waited for Dad to come home, the only sound was the ticking of the clock, its black hands unstoppable, moving unstintingly around its hard, miserable face. I will never forget the exact moment he got home. The little hand was on the eight and the big hand just past the nine when I heard his key in the lock. Then I saw his face, which was one enormous gaping mouth when he spotted you on the floor and me curled up next to you, like a dog.

Mark’s asleep and he won’t wake up.’

What happened?’ he yelled from the hole in his face.

I wanted to tell him, I really did but the words were stuck. I pointed to Mum’s ‘sweets’ scattered across the scratched Linoleum like yellow polka dots. Fists clenched into weapons, eyes wild, Dad stood in the doorway, staring down at you. I had seen him angry many times but never like this. He ran over to you, looked like he was going to kneel down but then walked away. He paced the room, his eyes on you the whole time. I started crying, begging him to do something to wake you up.

Shut-up!’ he cried dashing into the hall. I thought he was phoning for help but I didn’t hear him speak to anyone. After what felt like forever, he came back and flung himself down beside you, forcing his fingers into your mouth. When he brought them out they were covered in slime. He wiped the stuff on his trousers, then pinched your tiny nose between his thumb and forefinger and put his mouth over yours, like he was about to give you a kiss. You still didn’t wake up and I watched in horror as he placed his massive hands on you, completely covering your chest, pushing down gently at first but when you didn’t open your eyes, pumping harder and harder, faster and faster.

Don’t!’ I screamed running over to try to pull him off you. ‘You’ll hurt him.’

He swatted me away and put his ear to your chest. Nothing. Silence. More silence than I had ever heard.

 

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About the Author:

Advertising copywriter, comedy writer, performer, lecturer – Joan Ellis has been them all. With a full-time job in a top London advertising agency and a new baby, she did what any right-minded woman would’ve done and set up a comedy club. She even appeared on the same bill as Jo Brand. Once.

A career highlight was casting a black and white moggie as Humphrey Bogart for her award-winning cat food commercial. Other great performers who brought her words to life include Penelope Keith and Harry Enfield.

As a lecturer, Joan taught comedian Noel Fielding all he knows about advertising before encouraging him to showcase his creative talents on a wider stage.

Working for The Press Association, she tutored Wordsworth’s great-grandson in the art of copywriting: Buy a host of golden daffodils and get a blue one, free!

Suffering from swine flu and sweating like a pig, she moved from London to the Isle of Wight where she lives on cream teas with her beloved husband, daughter and two cats.

 

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Delicate Devastation by Rose Wynters – Paranormal Romance Book Tour and Giveaway

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/11/15 – 3/11/15

Genres: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

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Delicate Devastation

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Goodreads rating: 5.00 (1 ratings)

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Blurb:

Book Three, The Endurers

Who knew the priest could be such a bad boy?

Peter Rynalt is every woman’s sinful dream. The other Endurers might call him a priest, but there’s nothing saintly about his seductive desires. He gets what he wants, but he sticks to one cardinal rule… he never goes back.

Kim Jones hasn’t forgotten Peter since the night she made a play for him. He’s the one man in New Orleans that she can’t have. She doesn’t think she’ll see him again, but one night he rescues her from a demonic attack, and the heat between them can no longer be denied.

Demons are roaming the streets of New Orleans. To survive, Kim will have to remain with Peter, but it comes at a price. She’ll have to pay for her protection with her heart…

 

About the Series:

Once upon a time, the world was just a black void. Then one day man came, but he wasn’t alone. He was followed by an ancient evil, a scourge determined to steal his soul. Centuries passed. Humanity did all it could to protect itself against the evil ones, but they weren’t equipped to fight this battle. Instead, all they could do was pray that Hell didn’t set its eyes upon them.

It got to be too much. Something had to be done.

Born out of desperate need, warriors were chosen. Immortality was granted to those strong enough to fight the battle that would never end. No longer mortal, these men have stood in the path of dark and horrifying evil, bearing the load when there was nobody else that could.

It’s all coming to an end. Time has ran out for humanity…

 

Excerpt:

“Why in the hell are you so damn thin? Are you sick, or have you been dieting?” He spat the last word out at her, as she pulled the towel free from her hair to comb through the silky strands.

He suspected it was the latter, and he couldn’t understand why women were so obsessed with it. She was so damned beautiful, exuding a raw sexuality that was making the caveman in him roar to life. Desperately he fought the sensual weave she was unconsciously weaving, but it was a battle he was losing fast.

“You look like death, and you’re way too slender. You’re lucky to still be alive.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, as a look of irritation and something unidentifiable flickered across her face. Her arms crossed across her chest before she briefly looked away, her cheeks pink. When she turned back to him, she was completely in control.

“Get laid much, Peter? If that’s your approach, I’m surprised you aren’t a virgin. My weight isn’t any of your business, so butt out. Besides, men love my body.”

 

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I’ve often been asked how I’m inspired to write about werewolves, immortals, and zombies. The answer is easy. I adore them.

Be it the Wolf Town Guardians or the Endurers, these characters have been a joy to write about. And why not? What woman wouldn’t love a sexy immortal male or a long-lived werewolf that is destined to have them?

Not all of my books contain plus-sized heroines, but many of them do. I believe in true love and true love isn’t based on a size tag. If you agree with this, I think you will enjoy my books.

 

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Medieval Heroes and the Plus-Sized Women That Love Them – Guest Post by Rose Wynters

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There’s just something really romantic about men from the past, isn’t there?

Be it a medieval soldier, pirate, gladiator, or swordsman, I’ve always been intrigued by them. Medieval men were tough. They had to be. Life was hard for them, back in the days when many had to fight just to survive.

They were also very chivalrous. They appreciated women. Period. Back in those days, there was a strict code when it came to love and romance, and society didn’t tolerate any mistakes. There were two classes of women back then. Those who were “available” for a good time, and those that weren’t (at least without a wedding band).

I’ve always had a true passion for history, and I find the past amazing. There have been so many changes throughout the centuries that it is absolutely mind-boggling. Not only have we developed technologies that people in the past would like have never dreamed of, but society as a whole as changed.

Nothing about the Endurers’ series is set in stone, though. So far, I’ve introduced some of the older heroes, the guys that were born hundreds of years ago. They’ve had to learn to adapt to these changes as the years have passed, and quite honestly, many of them miss the lives that they used to lead. But even despite the years that have passed them by, the Endurers have never lost their chivalrous ways… and they never will. Their individual code of honors is ingrained in them, and this makes them different from many of the men today.

But as the series unfolds, don’t be surprised if a modern-day male emerges as a hero. There haven’t been a lot of additions to the Endurers over the past century due to one simple fact… it takes a certain type of man to be one.

The books in this series have mostly featured plus-sized females, although this is not set in stone, either. There’s really no reason for this, it’s just the way it turns out. Historically speaking, the men found real and true beauty in a Rubenesque form. You can see this in many of the paintings that originated during those times.

And although society might have changed its ideals of what is beautiful or not, the Endurers haven’t. Many of these men are attracted to a full-figured woman, they aren’t the least bit concerned about what the modern day ideal might be. In their days, being slender equaled starvation, and quite simply, they can’t understand why now people would starve themselves to remain that slim. It baffles them.

But although the Endurers prefer plus-sized females, the women they meet have a hard time understanding this. They’ve had to deal with their weight all their lives in a world where being overweight is viewed as ugly and repulsive. The way that people have treated them has always seemed to start and end with how much they weigh, and really, they are tired of it. Some might even say they are resigned to living on the outskirts of society.

The way they have been treated by others has really hurt these heroines, although they don’t necessarily realize just how much. After years of insults and ill-treatment by shallow people, it’s left its mark on them. They certainly don’t think they’d ever have a real chance at being with a gorgeous man, much less having said gorgeous man to actually adore them. So, immediately a barrier is thrown up. Many men would walk away at this point, but not the Endurers. They love a good challenge.

Sexual attraction, once it happens, is usually too hard to ignore… even if someone is determined to avoid it. The Endurers are strong, smart, determined, and very seductive, and as time goes by, the heroines notice. It would be impossible not to. And they start to see the real differences between a medieval male and the modern day one, and their resistance starts to crack.

I hope you enjoyed this little introduction into the world of the Endurers.

Rose Wynters

Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem by D.E. Haggerty – Humorous Chick Lit Book Tour and Giveaway

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 3/2/15 – 3/16/15
Genres: Humorous Chick lit with a dash of mystery and murder

Content Warning: Reference to sexual situations, but no explicit scenes, Some swearing.

Tour Promo: Life Discarded and Buried Appearances will be available for 99 cents. Unforeseen Consequences is free.

 

Blurb:

My name is Izzy. I drink too much, am clumsier than a newborn foal, and my brain-to-mouth filter often malfunctions. My daredevil husband killed himself in a parachuting accident five years ago and my best friend Jack has decided it’s time I jump back in the dating pool. He’s perfectly happy to throw me in if I don’t listen. Just when things in the dating world start to heat up, my grandma dies. Only her knitting group of Jessica Fletcher wannabes is sure it’s murder. I’m not convinced but I’m always up for a bit of excitement as long as it doesn’t lead to a night in jail. Well, more than one night anyway. Will I miss my chance at love because I’m chasing imaginary killers? Did someone really kill grandma or am I and my merry band of geriatric thieves imagining things?

 

Excerpt:

The first ‘date’ starts off well. His name is Ed. He’s not drooling or anything, is talking to me and not my boobs, and seems to be interested in my graphic design work. Maybe Jack was right after all. I need to get myself back into the dating game.

So,” Ed says after we’ve exchanged the usual pleasantries and some small talk. He leans forward and starts to whisper. “How do you feel about whips and chains?”

Not the appropriate moment to be sipping my wine, but how could I have expected that! I choke and spit a bit of wine into Ed’s face, which seems to excite him. He wiggles his eyebrows. “I take it that’s a yes?” He asks eagerly.

Um no. That’s a definite no. N.O.” I lift my glass and down the remainder of my wine. The bell rings and I yell loudly “Next!”

Ed looks disappointed as he walks to the next table, but I’ve got my eyes on the prize. A cocktail waitress is headed my way. I snag another glass of wine before turning to my next date. Oh dear lord! The man is older than grandma. He struggles to lower himself in the chair opposite mine.

There goes that annoying bell again. Time to put my game face on. I smile and decide that I’ll check this guy out for grandma. She could use a date. Although to be perfectly honest, I don’t remember her going out with a man – ever. There’s no time like the present.

The old man’s name is Wilbert and the five minutes pass pleasantly enough. As long as I pretend he’s dating grandma and not trying to pick me up. When the bell rings again, I rush from my chair to help Wilbert stand. I take his elbow and guide him to his next date – a girl that could be his great granddaughter.

I sit back down and gather my courage for my next winner. I try to smile at the guy across from me, really I do. But have you ever tried to smile at a man with the biggest comb over ever? Let me tell you, it’s not easy. I may be grimacing a tiny bit.

Mr. Combover leans over and leers at me. Yes, leers at me! His eyes are surgically attached to my boobs. True, I have good boobs, but maybe pay a bit of attention to the person attached to the boobs?

Finally done leering, he leans back and takes in my face. “You’re not the youngest anymore.” Really? That’s the first thing Mr. Combover is going to say?

I could say the same about you,” I respond in my nasty voice. This voice I’d perfected from nagging my lazy ass husband.

Mr. Combover clears his throat and leans in again. I bend backwards as far as possible in my chair, but he’s undeterred. “So, I’m just gonna get this out there and not waste my time.” At this point, I should raise one eyebrow, but, as we’ve established, I can’t do that so I just stare at him. “Do you put out? ‘Cuz if not, I ain’t got time for you.”

Oh no, he didn’t. “What,” I sputter and grab for my wine glass, which I down in one go. Never said I was a classy lady.

Do. You. Put. Out?” Yes, he really enunciates it like I didn’t understand him the first time.

 

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About the Author:

I was born and raised in Wisconsin, but think I’m a European. After spending my senior year of high school in Germany, I developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. My flying Dutch husband and I have lived in Ohio, Virginia, the Netherlands, Germany and now Istanbul. We still haven’t decided if we want to settle down somewhere – let alone where. Although I’ve been a military policewoman, a commercial lawyer, and a B&B owner, I think with writing I may have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. That’s assuming I ever grow up, of course. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune, drinking entirely too many adult beverages, and reading books like they are going out of style, I write articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, review other indie authors’ books, write a blog about whatever comes to mind and am working on my fifth book.

 

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Jagannath by Kerry Alan Denney – Horror Book Tour and Giveaway

 

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/9/15 – 3/9/15

Genres: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Supernatural, Paranormal, Post-Apocalyptic, Suspense, Thriller, Action/Adventure, TEOTWAWKI

 

Jagannath

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Goodreads rating: 5.00 (1 ratings)

Blurb:

The monster from your nightmares is here. It’s destroying civilization. Soon the human race will be extinct.

The year is 2037, and Corporal Kimi Jayden has one chance to rescue the lone refugee girl who is miraculously immune to Reaper absorption. Twelve-year-old Lily walks the deserted streets of Savannah alone, ever since the Reaper absorbed her family—and tried and failed to absorb her—a year ago. An amorphous creature that has nearly wiped out civilization, growing as it feeds, the Reaper assimilates its prey’s intelligence when it consumes flesh and blood. Growing smarter with each human it absorbs, the Reaper transforms into monsters created from our darkest nightmares—and it loves tormenting its victims.

Kimi and her fellow survivors in the North Georgia Renegade Enclave believe Lily’s DNA holds the key to mankind’s survival. But the Reaper covets and abducts Lily, and Kimi must battle a ghastly horde of Reaper incarnations to preserve humanity’s last hope against extinction.

JAGANNATH reveals the resilience and determination of the human spirit in an action-filled tale of terror, selfless courage, and ultimate triumph and redemption.

 

Reviews:

“What an exciting story and non-stop action! Set twenty years in the future, JAGANNATH is about a monster from the depths of the ocean, awakened by its hunger and its need to feed… and it feeds on humans. After devouring more than half of the world’s population, it has grown to epic proportions and is seemingly unstoppable. There is one remaining chance: a little girl named Lily. Hop aboard for a thrilling adventure!” – Deborah D. Moore, bestselling author of The Journal: Cracked Earth and The Journal: Ash Fall

Jagannath is a hair-raising, fantastic, adventurous ride. Brilliant, amazing, and impossible to put down. A must-read for all sci-fi/ horror fans. Highly recommended!” – Lynda Fitzgerald, critically acclaimed author of If Truth Be Told, Of Words & Music, and the LIVE mystery series.

 

Excerpt:

A tentacle as thick as a railroad tie burst out of the gap in the crumbling wall. The sinuous limb shot toward the Renegade soldier like a giant compressed spring releasing. Before the soldier could aim his flamethrower at it, the tentacle coiled around him and squeezed.

He shouted for backup, and two soldiers raced toward him. They aimed their wrist-mounted nozzles at the transforming tentacle. Tight streams of blue gel spurted toward the creature’s extended limb, but the soldiers fired too late. The tentacle seeped under the soldier’s visor and touched bare skin, and the Reaper began to absorb him.

Kimi scowled, studying the holographic video of the battle against the Reaper in the dead city of Savannah, Georgia. Safe within the War Room of the North Georgia Renegade Enclave, she had a bird’s-eye view of the chaos and destruction from two days ago. The scene stoked an ever-smoldering fire inside her.

The Reaper had killed her whole family fifteen years ago, one day before her thirteenth birthday. She had hidden, helpless to stop the creature as it consumed them. The loss left a gaping wound inside her that only vengeance could heal.

Her shoulders tensed as she remembered watching her hometown of Jasper, Georgia burn. The raging flames had surrounded her as everyone she knew and loved was absorbed. The Renegade soldiers who came to rescue the survivors were too late to save anyone but her.

Kimi was an orphan in the truest and bloodiest sense of the word.

Joining the Renegades was inevitable. She signed up two years after her rescue at the lawfully acceptable age of fifteen. Ever since that day, she wore the red, blue, and orange insignia of blood, life, and flame with honor and pride.

Though the holo-vid was painful to watch, Kimi’s duty was to observe and learn. She kept her eyes on the soldier, knowing he would respond with the only avenue of escape he had left.

“Fall back!” the soldier called to his buddies. “I’m hitting the fail-safe!”

His voice was loud and close through the War Room’s speakers. He was doomed, but he didn’t cry out as the Reaper soaked up the skin on his neck and jaw. The creature’s pseudo-flesh shifted shape, forming a cocoon around him. But the soldier popped off the cap covering the recessed red button on his hand-grip control before he was immobilized.

Not for the first time—or the last—Kimi wondered why they didn’t call the fail-safe button by its true name: a suicide switch.

The two standing soldiers trained their flamethrower nozzles on the creature as they backed away. Tight streams of fire shot out and ignited the Reaper’s viscous muck, too late to save the dying soldier. But the flames started frying the isolated portion of the creature into yellow smoke and charcoal gray ash.

The doomed soldier pressed the red button, and the potent explosives in his helmet and body armor did their job. The force of the blast made creature-gook spray outward in all directions—along with various body parts.

Kimi gritted her teeth. Had the soldier pressed the suicide switch in time, or did the creature absorb his brain before he died?

When the Reaper rose up out of the oceans’ depths and came ashore sixteen years ago, it seemed like nothing more than an amorphous sludge with the limited intelligence of the aquatic mammals it ingested, a creature of transforming slime that imitated living organisms. It separated into portions like a deploying army, and quickly developed a ravenous appetite for human flesh and blood. But when it began metamorphosing into human form and mimicking people, the evidence was conclusive: the creature was growing smarter, accumulating knowledge with each person it consumed.

The Reaper was not only feeding on their flesh and blood; it was absorbing their minds, and assimilating their intelligence.

And it grew as it fed.

Kimi’s scowl deepened as she watched the holo-vid. She still heard her mother, father, and little sister’s screams, heard them even in her dreams. Being assigned to fly in the follow-up search-and-rescue mission with the eleven other Renegades gathered in the War Room had her stoked.

 

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About the Author:

Colleagues and readers alike have dubbed Kerry Alan Denney The Reality Bender. The multiple award-winning author of the paranormal thriller Soulsnatcher (Lazy Day Publishing, April 29, 2014 – ISBN 978-1499251777) and the post-apocalyptic sci-fi thriller Jagannath (coming from Permuted Press February 3, 2015 – e-book ISBN 978-1618684134, trade paperback ISBN 978-1618684127), as well as numerous short stories and eight novels, Kerry blends elements of the supernatural, paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, and horror in his novels and short stories: speculative fiction at its wildest and craziest. With joy, malicious glee, and a touch of madness, he writes reality-bending thrillers—even when the voices don’t compel him to. His protagonists are his children, and he loves them as dearly as he despises his antagonists… even when he has to kill them.

Kerry lives near Stone Mountain, Georgia with his Golden retriever Holly Jolly, a professional Therapy Dog, and is currently writing his next supernatural novel and trying his best to remain rooted in this dimension—and trying to decide which characters he’s going to kill.

For more information, please visit www.kerrydenney.com

 

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Phase One: Identify by Rose Wynters – YA Romance Book Tour, Giveaway and Review

 

 

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/30/14 – 1/13/15

Genres: Young Adult Romance, Horror, Zombies, Science Fiction

Series: Territory of the Dead

Tour Promo: All books in this series are $.99!

Available free with Kindle Unlimited.

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My Review:

Meet “Tabs”, a teenager working at a cashier at a local grocery store when the zombie apocalypse happens – with zombies trying to get into the grocery story in a rather grotesque way. She manages to leave and get to her house where she watches the TV with her mom and dad, seeing events unfold on various channels. Eventually all channels go blank as the reporters are killed by the zombies.

This novella is quick paced, and soon Tabs and her family, along with a cute neighbor boy, are running for their lives. Luckily, they meet up with a man named Kellan who promises to keep them safe. He is a prepper that has a hideout, which he claims will protect them from the hungry masses.

The story ends with an epilogue that promises future installments. The next book in the series is “Phase Two: Evaluate” for those who wish to continue the story.

I recommend this book to young adults who want to read a good adventure that has just the right balance of zombie gore and a little romance.

I gave this book 5 out of 5 stars for a believable zombie story and clean language for young adults.

 

Blurb:

Eighteen-year-old Tabitha Alexander had just graduated from high school when the dead invaded her small town of Pleasant, Louisiana. Working as a checkout girl in the only grocery store in town, she barely made it out with her life.

But the night was only beginning.

What started out as a group of three grows, as they are joined by the few that are still alive. New bonds are formed as old ones die, and Tabitha suddenly finds that the guy she’s always wanted might just want her back.

The timing couldn’t be worse, though. The zombies in Pleasant are smart, with an awareness that’s horrifying. And when the zombies discover the house full of survivors, those inside realize that the walls aren’t strong enough to keep them out.

All hope is lost. Or is it? Salvation comes in the form of a mysterious man, with a pair of steely-gray eyes and an arsenal to match. He rescues them, but at what cost? Kellan can’t seem to keep his otherworldly eyes off of her.

She’s no match for him. She knows this. Yet, he intrigues her… and Tabitha knows it’s the most dangerous reaction of all.

 

Excerpt:

I exhaled deeply as I finished scanning the last coupon. The woman gave me a sharp look of annoyance, as if I had no room for complaint. Really, what did she expect? Was I supposed to grovel and thank her for allowing me the honor of scanning her precious coupons ten minutes before closing time?

Apparently so. “You know, young lady, it wouldn’t hurt you to smile at your customers and thank them when they offer you their coupons. I don’t think I’ve ever had such poor customer service. I don’t have to shop here, especially with this kind of attitude.” She was working herself up into a rage, her expression full of self-righteous indignation.

I didn’t reply, but instead pushed the total button. Some of the customers in line groaned, while others shifted in impatience. They really didn’t want to be further delayed by her rant. She slammed a hundred dollar bill down on the counter. “Where is your manager? I want to speak with him now.”

I pointed towards Jim, as he straightened his shoulders and attempted to look professional. I could only imagine the holier-than-thou attitude he would have as he sympathetically agreed with her. Around here, I could never do anything right, or so it seemed.

I didn’t see anyone else standing around, though, willing to put up with his crap. If I didn’t need the money so badly, I’d walk out the door faster than he could blink. I was tired of the humiliation and tired of being blamed for the lines, just because he was too tight to hire on adequate staff.

I was silent as I quickly made her change. What could any person say? She was mad due to reasons of her own, something that really didn’t concern me. With one last glare, she huffed and moved on in his direction. She never made it, though.

It would have been worth the complaint and subsequent chewing out I would have received, if the events of the night just wouldn’t have happened. I would later look back on it and pray that things had ended differently. You can’t change events that are completely out of your control, though.

Even so, anything would have been preferable to that one moment when you find your reality has just been blown to pieces and would never be the same again. That’s assuming you live to survive it.

She was halfway to Jim, her teased hairdo bouncing, when it happened. A loud, panicked scream tore through the night, originating somewhere from the parking lot in front of the store. Even through the thick glass, we could hear it loudly. It sounded like someone was being murdered. I immediately stopped scanning, turning in an attempt to see what was happening.

A body slammed against the glass, his face and palms pressed to the surface. It was a horrid sight. His pupils were red and crazed, his face extremely pale and dirty. Dark red blood was smeared across his cheeks and chin. The man stood still for a moment, just watching us with his crazy eyes. Something reanimated him. He slid his palms down the clear, clean glass, leaving a trail of bloody streaks.

 

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About the Author:

Rose Wynters resides in the southern portion of the USA. When not writing, she enjoys traveling, camping, and meeting new people.

 

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