Monday, January 20, 2020

AFTERNOON GHOST BOX SESSION with BILL HAUSER




Just a little something different for you this Monday morning.  Bill Hauser is an associate of CORNERSTONE SUPERNATURAL and known the world over for his ghost box sessions. Have a listen.




AFTERNOON GHOST BOX SESSION with BILL HAUSER

Friday, January 17, 2020

INTERVIEW WITH H.L. CHERRYHOMES (The Lizard Queen)





Here we are mid-way through the first month of the new decade. What better time to welcome author     to our page.
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

HLC: Amy Darlidale, a divorced woman who just turned 40, is transported to another world, falling into a situation she could never have imagined. She’s a very strong and determined person, however, and once she accepts what’s happening she knows she has to see it through.
SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

HLC: I do very much believe in the paranormal (I have other non-Lizard Queen books that fall into the category) but I can’t say that I’ve had a definitive experience.
SC. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

HLC: I’m working on a stand-alone novel that follows what happens at the end of The Lizard Queen fantasy series, which was the impetuous for creating an abridged version should anyone want to go back and see how it all started.

Thanks for stopping by, let's take a look at your novel now.

The Lizard Queen Series - Abridged

300 years ago, in a nameless world, a prophecy passed unfulfilled. A secret society that formed to prevent its occurrence believed it was their doing, while the secret society created to ensure that the prophecy came to pass wasn’t certain it had been stopped at all. Eventually, the prophecy of Lacáruna, a female from another realm and the only being who can read the Lizard Queen’s language, fell into legend.  What no one realizes, however, is that Amy Darlidale is just a tad late.



The Lizard Queen Abridged
Book One
H.L. Cherryholmes

Genre: Fantasy

Date of Publication: 12/7/19

ISBN: 9781798589724
ASIN: B081593C32

Number of pages: 496
Word Count: 235,000

Cover Artist: Ryan Valle

Book Description:

Taking a break from a stressful workweek, Amy Darlidale, a recently divorced CEO, goes out for a morning jog, crosses paths with an orange lizard, and suddenly finds herself under a starless sky confronted by oddly marked and strangely colored people claiming she's there to rescue the world from evil’s grasp and expand it Along with the young companions who found her, Licha and Jandro, the swaggering Colonel Dack Sangcertigre—a member of the secret society sworn to protect her—leads Amy in search of a plan to fulfill the Promise of a New Morphósis, which will save them all.

Confronted with raving rulers, military machinations, and crafty clergy, Amy quickly realizes there is much more at stake than merely finding the prophecy. Fires rage, clans and townsfolk are massacred when leaders proclaim a great evil has returned. While Amy searches for and finds clues within the first of nine mythic journals regarding this world’s origins, she begins to see visions and receive messages from forces unknown.

Even as she tries to understand the extent of her power others have become aware of it as well. Soon a new group with its own mysterious agenda believes Amy may have another fated purpose and only she can save herself from their terrifying trap.




Excerpt Book One:

 “I saw an orange lizard today.”
“Orange? That’s an unusual color for a lizard isn’t it? I’ve seen red ones.” 
Amy Darlidale looked at the wall just above her therapist’s head. She’d seen the family photo dozens of times but had never given it much attention. This was the first time she’d noticed the pendant his young daughter wore. Was it a circle within a circle? It was difficult to make out from a distance. “Maybe your red lizard mated with a yellow one and produced my orange lizard.”
John chuckled. “Maybe. Where did you see it?”
“That’s the interesting thing.” Amy stopped bouncing the leg she had crossed over the other. “I saw it in my office. It ran across my desk.”
“You’re kidding. How do you suppose a lizard—of any color—made it up to the twenty-seventh floor of your office building?” 
“Maybe it crawled through the pipes.” Amy glanced out the window and resumed bouncing her leg.
Pen in hand, John leaned back in his chair. “You seem rather distracted today.”
Amy’s gaze drifted across John’s desk. When he started seeing her alone, he’d moved from the couple’s area to the desk. She liked it better this way.
“That damned lizard. I saw it first thing this morning, and I can’t get it out of my head.” She uncrossed her legs. “I feel a bit silly for saying this, but it stopped and looked at me.”
“There’s nothing unusual about that. A deer-in-the-headlights response. Animals often momentarily freeze when they think they’ve been caught.”
“Probably.” Amy pictured the incident in her mind. “But that wasn’t what it seemed like at the time.”
“What did it seem like?”
She returned her focus to the pendant on the girl’s neck in the family portrait. It was a circle within a circle. “I swear it was looking at me.” She remembered how the small creature had scrambled up a pile of reports centered at the far edge of the desk and stopped there. “We sort of locked eyes for a moment. I had the oddest feeling she had been waiting for me to notice her.”
“She?”
Amy looked at the therapist. “What?”
“You said she not it.”
“I did?”
“Yes. Why would you assume it was female?”
“I don’t know.”
“Was there some sort of marking that gave away its gender?”
“No, there weren’t any markings. She was just orange. Bright orange like a…well, like an orange. Her underside was slightly more yellow.”
“Okay, so you and the lizard locked eyes. Then what?”
“Then she blinked a few times and ran off my desk. I shouted for my assistant and we looked in every corner and under every piece of furniture but never did find it.”
“So what was it about this incident that you can’t get out of your head? Not being able to find it?”
That he would assume what bothered her was the lizard’s disappearance didn’t surprise Amy in the least. John was a marriage counselor, which was why she’d started seeing him in the first place; unfortunately, despite the bi-weekly appointments for nearly a year, she and her husband, Peter, hadn’t been able to work out their problems and eventually divorced. Peter got the SUV and the boat; she got condo in Palm Springs and John. They sold the house in Brentwood. One issue that had brought the (then) couple to see a therapist was Amy’s inability to let things go. Her husband said it bordered on obsessive. Amy believed she was just determined. As it turned out, John tended to side with her husband on that particular topic and even after the divorce John still thought it was something Amy needed to work on. That’s when she started seeing him only once every other month.
“No, it wasn’t that I couldn’t find the lizard. Although, I will admit that was frustrating. I’m guessing I can’t get it out of my head because, for some reason, it made me think of my father.”
“What did it remind you of?”
He seemed anxious to hear her answer, which also came as no surprise; Amy seldom talked about her childhood. Something else that annoyed her ex-husband.
“I suppose it made me think about when he married my stepmother. A few months after their wedding I became very ill. My father said that he found me unconscious and rushed me to the hospital. I was in a coma for three days. The doctors never found out what was wrong with me.” She paused to clear her throat. Talking about her childhood always made her uncomfortable, mostly because she remembered so little of it. “But to get back to your question, the way that the lizard looked at me was exactly how my father was looking at me when I woke from that coma. I remember opening my eyes and seeing my dad watching me as if he were waiting for me to notice him. That’s what the lizard seemed to be doing.”
John tapped his pen on the notepad. “I find it interesting that the first thing you said it reminded you of was when your father married your stepmother and not that you were in a coma.”
Frowning, Amy asked why he found it interesting.
“Why don’t you tell me?” He smiled wryly.
Amy hated that smile; John only used it when he knew how she would respond. “Maybe it’s because I found my father marrying Alice more traumatic than being in a coma.” She laughed.
“All right. So seeing the orange lizard brought this all back to you. My question then is why do you see it as a distraction?”
As she adjusted her jacket, Amy wished she hadn’t brought up the lizard. She’d only done so because she hadn’t had anything else to talk about and didn’t want to waste a session. “I don’t really know. Seeing the lizard just brought out…a feeling, I suppose.”
“What feeling?”
“If I knew,” she said, mimicking his smile, “I’d be the therapist.”


The Lizard Queen Abridged

Book Two
H.L. Cherryholmes

Genre: Fantasy

Date of Publication: 12/7/19

ISBN: 9781798571132
ASIN: B08159BRTX

Number of pages: 594
Word Count: 279,000

Formats available: Paperback and Kindle

Cover Artist: Ryan Valle

Book Description:

It’s become increasingly clear that an all-out war is being waged by the Arañalianza, the alliance bent on making certain that the prophecy is never brought to pass, and their opposite, the Trotéjo, which is sworn to make certain it does. Although Amy Darlidale has passed tests of wits and endurance far beyond what she thought possible, she struggles for insight into the role she is presumably intended to play in this world.

Jolted by the sacrifices her protectors have had to make, she forges ahead while new relationships surface and new truths are revealed. Forced to rely on her own instincts, along with the limited knowledge she’s gained of this world in her quest, she must find a way to acquire the remaining Extiguos to piece together the prophecy.

Despite feeling constrained in her ability to combat otherworldly forces she cannot comprehend, she must now overcome a foe that poses an unimaginably sinister threat.

Amazon

Excerpt Book Two:

Amy had expected to be taken to some sort of a cell, as had happened too many times before, but instead Quoia and she were taken from the cliff tower into another part of the istanté enclave. Her mind continued to reel from the events that had occurred in the past hour. After having been abducted in Últimojo, right under the noses of her friends, and unceremoniously carted from one end of Rescatazo to another, she’d thought her ordeal was coming to an end when the clan’s spiritual leader revealed that she was a Trotéjo comrade. But no. Once again, the irony of not heeding the mysterious message sent by an unknown source while she had been out at sea wasn’t lost on her. You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? Actually, she had. Silly her.
All of this had come about simply because she’d been curious as to what an adividria—an alleged diviner of fortunes and dreams—actually did. She had been called one, which had also occurred while she’d been out at sea on the Pen-Mai II, because someone had assumed only a quimera capable of evocasado, this world’s version of magic, would be able to read the Extiguos. Just outside of the Eyes of the Ultimate Cathedral in Últimojo was a long row of tents commonly referred to as Charlatan Shacks and she’d visited an adividria there. What followed led the adividria, Nayel, to believe Amy was something her Ojor Mountain clan in northern Rescatazo had been looking for. And because of that belief, Amy had been rendered unconscious, snatched up, and dragged unwillingly up the river and across the land only to learn that Nayel had been wrong and she wasn’t what the istanté clan was looking for after all.
Now, instead of becoming the clan’s newest spiritual leader, she was to be thrown to the wolves (in this instance, to something called a vueltó) that outsiders had never bested. Her only consolation was that her abductor and the current spiritual leader-cum-Trotéjo comrade’s son, Quoia, was being tossed into the ring along with her. The broad-shouldered, pale-skinned quimero hadn’t been very happy to learn his fate any more than she had. In fact, he probably had been even more stunned by the turn of events than she. Amy would have felt a bit of smug satisfaction over that, if not for the staggering sense of dread crawling up her legs.
The enormous, ugly istanté guards with the muscular hunched shoulders silently led Quoia and her to a room with a floor covered entirely in pillows except for a small path along the edges. Adorning the walls were more than a dozen swords of varying sizes. The room opened onto a large empty yard surrounded by high walls. The guards left them and closed the door, locking it from the outside. Quoia immediately scanned the weapons on the wall, as he circled the pillow-covered floor. Light from the flickering lanterns shined off the perspiration dotting the skin of his bald head. When Amy had first seen him—well, not the first time, the first time she’d only caught a glimpse of him before he covered her face with a rag soaked in something called cañart that had knocked her out—she’d noted that their pale-peach skin-coloring was very similar. With his square jaw and button nose, he could have passed for human, if not for the small curved horns just above his temples. The tall quimero was body-builder big with a neck as wide as his head. When he found a sword to his liking he removed it from the wall and held it out.
“Take this. It should be easy for you to handle.”
Amy stared at the sword in silence.
“We call it a cuchelgado. Ranjeros call it a sword.”
“I know what it is and I don’t care what it’s called. What I don’t understand is why we’re going to a circus. Actually, let me amend that. What I don’t understand is why any of this is happening.” 

The Lizard Queen Abridged
Book Three
H.L. Cherryholmes

Genre: Fantasy

Date of Publication: 12/7/19

ISBN: 9781798130117
ASIN: B08157XT4V

Number of pages: 657
Word Count: 309,000

Formats available: Paperback and Kindle

Cover Artist: Ryan Valle

Book Description:

With all of the Extiguos now in their possession, Amy Darlidale and her companions feel they are close to discovering the truth, but that they are also running out of time.

This world seems on the verge of shrinking much faster than anyone anticipated when the surrounding nations gather for war against Pliada. The Trotéjo and the Arañalianza also plan to assemble before the mountain upon which La Reina’s castle sits, and stakes have never been higher. The quest to learn how Amy must bring about the New Morphósis has brought her full circle and the truth about her destiny as Lacáruna finally seems within reach.

But much blood continues to be shed as all sides race toward the inevitable conclusion of the journey. Amy must summon forces from deep within if she is to save this world—or is it too late?




Excerpt Book Three:

Amy looked at the blank pages and couldn’t believe her eyes. So she closed them. When she opened them again, however, nothing had changed. The final Extiguo was no longer visible to her.
“It’s gone.”
Dack was giving out instructions as to which direction the others should face while Amy read the last third of the Extiguo.
“It’s gone,” Amy repeated.
Dack stopped and looked at her. “What?”
“The words are gone.” She held up the book with the pages facing outward, even though she knew he wouldn’t see it as she did. To anyone native to this world, the symbols that were the written language of La Reina were still stamped upon the pages. “I can’t see any of the words.”
Dack, Licha, Jandro, and Madu scrambled to gather around her. Sitting as she was on the footboard of the carriage that had delivered goods to the hundreds of Trotéjo hiding in Naclaquí didn’t make this easy, so she stood up. Licha pulled at Amy’s arm until the book was low enough that she could see it.
“I don’t understand,” the quimera with the alabaster-white skin said. “I thought that the words didn’t disappear until you’ve read all of it.”
Flipping through the book to be certain the pages were blank, Amy said, “They haven’t until now.”
Madu peered over her shoulder. “Why now? Why would they disappear on you like that now?”
Amy removed the lupercas, the pince-nez reading glasses, from the bridge of her nose. No point in keeping them on when there was nothing to read. “I don’t know why. It’s never happened before.”
Jandro looked up at her. His eyes were wide and seemed to be floating in the black pools that were the ovals encircling them on his face. His blue-gray skin was almost silver in the glow of the moonlight. “You’ve never gone so far into one of the Extiguos and then stopped,” he said. “Could that be why?”
Frustrated, Amy threw the paluz to the ground. “I don’t care what caused it. All that matters is that I can no longer read it.” She looked at Dack. “What are we going to do?”
He stared at the green light of the paluz at his feet. “There doesn’t seem to be anything we can do.”
“But we don’t know how it ends.” Madu’s voice went up an octave.
“Yes we do,” Jandro said. “La Reina creates the—”
“Not that!” Madu said, his voice higher still. The tall, lanky quimero began to pace. “Not what’s in the Translation, but what’s in the actual Extiguo. None of you seem to comprehend that nearly all that Amy read so far is nowhere to be found in its translation. For all we know, the Winged-One really did create the Morphósis and La Reina became Lacáruna.”
“Control yourself, Madu,” Dack said. “Hysterics are never constructive.”
“And I can assure you I am not La Reina,” Amy added.
Madu closed his mouth and drew in several breaths through his long nose. He ran his hands through his thick, dark red hair a few times and slowly his shoulders relaxed. “I didn’t mean that literally. I’m only conjecturing that anything is possible.”
“We shouldn’t have left.” Licha looked up at Dack, whom she stood beside. “We should have remained in the building when you sent out the group disguised as us. Amy should have kept reading.”
Jandro came between them and, surprising everyone, shoved Licha back. “Stop being an idiot. We couldn’t have stayed. You heard what Dack said. Whoever caused the explosion could have sent someone to storm into Winfred’s room and what would we have done then?”
“Enough.” Amy put Winfred’s lupercas in a pocket and rubbed her eyes. “Instead of focusing on what we don’t know, how about focusing on what we do. I was more than halfway through the Extiguo. We have plenty of revelations to discuss and mull over.”

About the Author:

H.L. Cherryholmes, author of The Lizard Queen Series, The Reminisce, Come Back for Me, and A Slight Touch was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico but has spent most of his adult life in California. He has a BFA from University of New Mexico and a Master's degree in Playwriting from the University of California, Los Angeles. Currently, he lives in SoCal with his husband.







Monday, January 13, 2020

DIRTY BALL by C.G. STURGES




Dirty Ball
Jungle Beauty Goddesses
Book 3
Cassandra George Sturges



Genre: Fantasy, Fiction, Mythology Erotica
Date of Publication:  November 10, 2019

ASIN:  B08192Q5HZ

Number of pages:  150

Word Count:  44,790

Book Description:

The Jungle Beauty Goddesses: Dirty Ball- Book 3 is a story about love… the familial love and loyalty of family and the unbreakable bond between the seven sisters… and the power of love and how it plunges, crashes, and melds beings of different realms and realties. The Jungle Beauty Goddesses Series has been coined “Nubian Mythology a Modern Creation Story.” All life is created by sexual energy—this story is not meant to be erotic—it merely captures the sensuality of the universal powers and enthralling forces that make us human, frail, mortal, and vulnerable.





Excerpt 1
When her sobs turned into whimpers, he picked her up and carried her to their bathroom to take a bath together. The bathroom walls were red, with red and orange tile floors made out of ruby and carnelian gemstones. The red garnet fireplace was lit; and the deep, brilliant orange flames softly glowed throughout the room. Pink roses and candles surrounded the orange Jacuzzi. The steamy, hazy orange light filled the room accented by pink bubbles. The room smelled like a floral garden with hints of sandalwood and frankincense.

Nebula wrapped her arms around Dematter’s neck. He gently loosened her arms from his neck and sat her down on the red velvet couch in the bathroom. He bunched her long, black, wavy hair into a ponytail and wrapped a red rose around it to hold it in place. Dematter kissed the trail of tears on Nebula’s cheeks before kissing each eyelid. He kissed the tip of her nose. His tongue traced her full lips, before parting them with his tongue. Nebula’s tongue met Dematter’s with eagerness. They kissed. He removed his tongue from her mouth, sucked her bottom lip and said, “Nebula, look at me. You are the love of my life. I would never do anything to hurt you or our children. Believe in me again. Love me again.” Nebula buried her face on the side of his neck. Dematter could feel her warm tears rolling down his back. Nebula couldn’t talk. She hugged Dematter as tight as she could to let him know that she still loved him—wanted him—and needed him.


About the Author:


Cassandra George Sturges is the author of “A Woman’s Soul on Paper,” “Success and Beauty is an Attitude,” “The Illusion of Beauty: Why Women Hate Themselves and Envy Other Women,” and “Why Racism is a Mental Illness.” For many years, she was an advice columnist for Today’s Black Woman Magazine and is currently a full-time psychology and sociology professor at a college in the mid-west. She is a high school dropout who graduated with her General Education Diploma and eventually earned five college degrees including two masters and a doctorate degree. In her late forties, she began making life-size fabric sculpture, cloth dolls that turned out to be the main characters in her Jungle Beauty Goddesses coming of age, modern creation Nubian Mythology fantasy fiction, sensuous, romantic series. She is the mother of two adult children, a grandmother, and for over 20-years has shared her life with her twin flame.








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Friday, January 3, 2020

INTERVIEW WITH MICHELLE AREAUX (Shadowed)



Shadowed
Shadow and Moon Series
Book One
Michelle Areaux

Published by: Kingston Publishing Company
Publication date: January 2nd 2020


Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Young Adult

Book Description:

Sixteen-year-old Henley Abbott is just trying to make it through high school in the small town of Edison, Washington where she has lived her entire life. Constantly feeling alone, she’s surprised when she finds herself intrigued by the new boy in town, Cohen Davenport.

With the entire town talking about the new and secretive family, Henley refuses to join in on the rumors swirling about them and attempts to keep her distance.

However, as Cohen becomes intrigued by Henley, the pair seems to find a spark in a kindling friendship.

As the intensity of their relationship builds, Henley discovers a dark secret plaguing Cohen and his elusive family. He reveals a twisted past that has kept his family on the run…for decades.

Cohen should keep his distance. It is too dangerous to bring Henley into his life, but he can’t stay away from her.

And, Henley doesn’t want him to.

As Henley overcomes her own fears and trepidations, she finds herself engrossed in a battle that could destroy them both. Only their connection could help them all survive.

Intensely romantic and extremely thrilling, this novel will pull readers in from the very first page.

Fans of Twilight, The Guardian Series, and the Marked Saga will instantly fall in love with this new paranormal series.



About the Author:

Michelle loves most fiction genres. For New Adult, she loves to read romance novels that include a hot and brooding male character. Think Travis Maddox in Beautiful Disaster. She accepts: College aged new adult romance, paranormal romance, and romantic comedies. For young adult, Michelle is a sucker for fantasy novels that include vampires (she is still on team Edward), shifters, and a modern world with monsters and demons alike. She accepts: dark fantasy, paranormal, mysteries, contemporary romance or mystery, and anything else in the young adult genre. ​




Monday, December 30, 2019

CURSE SAMARITAN by SERAFINA SILK




Curse
Samaritan
Book 1
Serafina Silk

Genre: Erotica/Supernatural/Thriller
Publisher: Serafina!

Date of Publication:  15 November 2019

ISBN: 9781916066427

ASIN: B081GF53QD

Number of pages: 198
Word Count: 35,000

Tagline: How far would you go to help someone get over their ex?

Book Description:

When Chris gives a deathbed kiss to her best friend her safe world is turned upside-down as a strange sexual obsession and compulsion begins.

But what is driving it? And how will it affect her safe but boring marriage?

The Sex Samaritan series combines erotica and mystery as Chris' journey takes her into a dark and sensual world in which more than her family life is suddenly threatened.


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Book 2     Book 3

Excerpt:

With a hand on Evan’s shocked face, I reached in and pressed my lips against his. He was shaking, like he was trapped. When our lips touched, he became still. Once again, it was as if there were two worlds: the one in which we were Evan and Min, and the one in which Evan and I were sexless old acquaintances. There wasn’t time now to wonder how or why.  Unable to cut the Min side out, I just wanted to savour not being Chris the Reliable, Chris the Predictable, Chris the Wife.
I could feel it. The incredible heat between Min and Evan was something exciting I had never experienced in my own sex life. Sure, when Arron and I first got together, he took me to new places. Sex with him in the early days was mind-blowing, but this was an upgrade, no question. No wonder Evan had given up trying to match the experience in the years since she left him.
He broke from increasingly urgent kisses to whispers. “Why did you leave, Min? God, I love you. You will always be the love of my life.” After every line he returned to my mouth, unable to keep from the “sweet communion of a kiss,” as Judee Sill memorably described it.
It’s interesting that we kiss and eat with our mouth, isn’t it? It means that you can say things like, “we devoured each other.” It makes perfect sense - I understood that now. We were devouring each other. Our arms pulled each other tighter. We were both slim. Only my swelling breasts separated us. Our hands strayed across each other’s backs, giving our arms the support they needed to pull-in a fraction closer. The kisses, the sighs and the whispered phrases of loss from Evan, seemed to go on, deliriously, forever. Yet, my body needed more. Min may have been driving this, but Chris also had to know - I knew I could not carry on without feeling what Min and Evan had felt together.
It was me who lowered my hands first, to squeeze Evan’s arse. His soon followed suit and his hands pushed flat against my back and dove behind my jeans, under my panties. He tease-bit my lip, upping the ante. I groaned as, for the first time in 15 years, a man who wasn’t my husband, touched my aroused, naked flesh. And boy, was it aroused.
Constricted by the material, Evan could do no more than feel and knead my cheeks, but my pussy throbbed at the thought of what I hoped was to come. Unable to wait, I brought my hands to the front, unlatching the clasp of his trousers, pulling the zip down an inch or two. There was just enough room to slip my right hand into the top of his boxers.



About the Author:

Like the hero of the Samaritan series, Serafina Silk has been a highly successful reporter and journalist, working both local and national newsrooms in America and the UK.

Like Chris, Serafina has two children and is happily married.

Also like Chris, she has interviewed many celebrities.

Cursed is her first novella – Book 1 of the ongoing Samaritan series.




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Monday, December 23, 2019

ASPHYXIA by Gori Suture






Asphyxia
The Paradox Chronicles
Book One


Gori Suture

Genre: visionary paranormal erotic horror

Publisher: Inside Henry’s Head

Date of Publication: re-released October 30, 2019

ISBN: Paperback 9780359916146,
ISBN: epub 9780359941834

Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 81,920

Cover Artist: Apothekari, Gori Suture,
& B.H. Young

Book Description:

Nathaniel, teenage occultist, is in love with Jithinia, a nihilistic sexpot.  All is well, until they meet Eldridge.  A shape-shifting creature from another dimension, he is quite mad.   He still feels the ghostly remnants of his amputated wings.  He can smell them rotting, feel the squirming maggots eating them.  The only thing that eases his suffering is devouring souls.  Cursed with this hunger, he knows that he is a monster, which only feeds his lunacy.  He is moments away from killing Nathaniel when he discovers something so astounding, he cannot continue.  As he falls in love with Nathaniel, he learns that true horror lies not in his monstrosity, but in his growing humanity. 

Danielle was abducted and physically mutilated in the name of God for years. Her vile keeper, Preacher, tortures his broken dolls until they pray, to help them find God.  One day, Danielle does.  She reunites with her lost love Jithinia, whose world is now spinning out of control. 

What follows is a magnum opus of magick and the true nature of God as the characters make their way through the sordid underbelly of modern Christian America.

Expand the mind, expand the soul!  The Paradox Chronicles are a series of metaphysical allegories which use extreme imagery and scenarios to jolt the psyche as a catalyst for spiritual growth.  Mind expansion doesn’t mean to simply elevate one’s thoughts in the highest direction; one must also debase one’s thoughts in the lowest direction.  Only then is the mind truly expanding in a balanced and veracious fashion. 

This book series attempts to rouse people from their hypnotic waking sleep. 

The Paradox Chronicles utilizes shock and horror juxtaposed with higher spiritual thinking to catapult the ego past its blockades, allowing for a deeper understanding of the veiled essence of divinity.  Asphyxia illustrates the power of perception and will, of enlightenment sought through debauchery, of awakening through titillation. 

Falling somewhere between the genres of visionary fiction and paranormal erotic horror, Asphyxia is a unique blend of depravity and insight.

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Excerpt:
A dreary dirge, thick like molasses, wept from a single organ as Jithinia gave her grandmother one last kiss goodbye.  She took a seat on the pew next to Nathaniel.  Despite the bitter cold outside, the funeral chapel felt like July in the Deep South.  She pulled a hand fan from the hymnbook rack and cooled herself.  On one side, there was a picture of white Jesus, and on the back, there was the twenty-third Psalm.  She read, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:”  
The hymn ended, and the pastor began his hollow bit — ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the bitch is dead; don’t make a fuss.
Jithinia heard the flapping of wings and a woeful coo.  She looked up and saw four doves trapped in the heating vent above her.  Two of them were dead; their stiff little feet hung down through the shit-caked metal grid.  She elbowed Nathaniel.  “Look up,” she whispered.
When he saw the birds, he remembered the dove from his dream, flailing its wings and screeching as its chest split open, and a feeling of foreboding washed over him.
The heat came on.  The birds squawked and hopped about.  The clicking of their feet sounded like Sammy Davis Jr. doing a tap dance.  Feathers rained down upon Jithinia and Nathaniel.  The hot air spilled over the carrions and filled the room with the rancid stench of decay.
Jithinia felt caged, too, like she could do so much more with her life, be anything, even fly, if the Fates would only release her from their trap.  
Just then, the vent fell open.  The dead birds landed at Jithinia’s feet with a fleshy thud, and she felt dizzy and hollow as she began to hyperventilate.
The two live birds flew around the chapel in a panic.  The acoustics of the room caused the flapping of their wings to amplify and echo.  One dove flew to the skylight and began thrashing against the glass.  The other flew back and forth from the pulpit to the doors, finally lighting on a rafter above the pastor.
A thick, white glob fell from the bird’s ass, landed on the pastor’s right eye, and then slowly slid down his cheek.
Murmurs filled the room as everyone shuffled in their seats and looked at other things.  Jithinia’s mother turned a fan over and over in her hands.  Her uncle looked down at his watch.  Those with no other distractions scrutinized the hardwood floor. 
The pastor paused his sermon.  He cleared his throat, wiped his eye with his sleeve, and began again as if nothing had happened.  However, he hadn’t gotten it all.  He had snow-white bird shit smeared across his face.  He looked like he’d been making out with a mime.
Jithinia didn’t mean to laugh aloud.  What began as a stifled giggle became an unreserved guffaw.  Everyone stared at her, but she couldn’t stop laughing.  She felt vacuous; her chest ached, and her limbs felt numb.  Her skin flushed red as she became enraged.  “What’s wrong with you people?”  she cried out.  “Can’t you see how funny this is?  Don’t sit there and pretend like none of this is happening!  This is hysterical!”
Loving arms wrapped around her.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay,” Nathaniel said.  “Calm down.  Come on.”  He led her outside.
She fell into his embrace and wept uncontrollably in his arms.  “What the fuck’s wrong with me?  I ruined my grandmother’s funeral.”
“No, the chapel ruined your grandmother’s funeral.  You just laughed at it.  No big deal.”
“I’m so embarrassed!”
“Why?  ‘Cause you had the balls to face what everyone else chose to ignore?  Fuck them!”
“You don’t understand!”
He pulled back from her and looked at her in disbelief.  “I don’t understand?  Come on, now.  Who are you talking to?”  He lit two cigarettes and handed one to her.

She took a deep drag.  “Let’s just go home.”


About the Author:

Hailing from the outskirts of Mayberry, North Carolina, Gori Suture has been writing fiction since she could hold a crayon.  In addition to penning Grand Guignol style horror stories and audiobooks, she is also the creator of a hybrid genre of literature that melds metaphysical and visionary fiction with erotic horror for the purpose of spiritual advancement. Presented in a series of seven novels called The Paradox Chronicles (formerly The Smut Sagas), these books are allegorical, chronicling man’s pursuit of understanding God and the god within, juxtaposing eroticism and horror with metaphysical introspection for the sake of jarring the reader into an altered mental state.  Additionally, as an occult theorist, Gori Suture is the mother of modern Paradoxism, her interpretation of the mind-bending nature of God as Paradox, expounded upon on her blog The Color of Paradox (and soon to be in print), where she presents radical elucidations on color theory, Kabbalah, the dimensions, and the gods.  As an artist, Gori illustrates her own blogs, short stories, and audiobooks, and she co-creates the covers of her novels.  For fun, Gori enjoys tabletop role-playing, Arkham Horror board games, and video games.













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