Tuesday, January 31, 2017

RELEASE DAY: BOUND -THE CITIES BELOW Book Two by Jen Colley


It's hard to believe the first month of 2017 is almost over, but it is. How are those New Year's resolutions going? Out the window? Don't worry about it. Pull up a comft chair and get lost in some supernatural  reading. Up today is Jen Colly's paranormal romance Bound: The Cities Below. The cover artist is  Valerie Tibbs

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Here's what the book is about:
The streets are a battleground for humans, vampires, and demons alike—where survival is a skill, love is a weapon, and the most dangerous act is to care for another . .
Keir is an assassin devoted to Lady Arianne, the last of her royal bloodline. He is sworn to protect her, and that means eliminating any threat to her life. But while on a mission, he is set upon by a pack of demons, barely escaping with his life.

Cleopatra lives by a set of rules so rigid she no longer knows her true self. But her kind and loving nature resurfaces when she finds a man, bloodied and dying. Moved to help him, she risks her future and her life to save a stranger far below her aristocratic station.

Their attraction to each other is as powerful as it is forbidden. But even as their love grows, Keir keeps his true identity a secret—and this lie is not the only threat to their love . . . or their lives.

Kensington    Amazon    BN

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Excerpt:

Cleopatra was utterly trapped. She longed to close her eyes and block him out, but fear of the unknown kept them wide open. The man had no weapon, couldn’t possibly mean to harm her. Except, would he really need a weapon? She couldn’t fight him, wouldn’t even know where to begin.
He studied her closely, and when his head tilted slightly, she noticed every bit of his focus fixated on her neck. Not a murderer. He wanted to mark her, to bite her neck, leave the wound to heal and forever bind her to him. This was why daughters of the aristocracy were kept under a tight watch. The mark, unbreakable and indisputable, would give this man access to her family’s wealth and prestige, and bind her to him until death.

He reached for her, head descending to her neck. Cleopatra quickly covered his target with both hands. Tears gathered in her eyes, sorrow distorted her voice. “I don’t want this. Please, don’t hurt me.”
The man rocked back as if she’d smacked him, and for the first time since he’d appeared, he looked at her face. His eyes met hers and didn’t look away as he brought his hand to her cheek and brushed away a tear. He saw her, truly saw her, and the adoration in his eyes sent a completely different shimmy down her spine.

In one step, he crowded her, pressing his cheek against hers. “Could never hurt you. My angel,” his captivating voice crooned, so close to her ear. He drew in a deep breath, his face buried in her hair. Then he whispered, “My Cleo.”
She gasped. The shortened version of her name on his lips sounded strangely intimate, as though he’d known her for years. The warmth rolling off his body kept her intensely aware of his close proximity, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move to prove his intent. He didn’t bite her, didn’t hurt her, and the sincere affection in his gentle touch left her so very confused. Any other man would have bitten her, taken advantage of the opportunity laid before him. But this man? His intent to bite her had been unmistakable, and he’d stopped because he…cared for her? She didn’t understand.

His hand slipped from her face, dropped to his side, and he staggered back, moving as if through a dream. He still watched her, but he swayed, that intense focus suddenly gone. The man crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud.
Dragging in a long, shaky breath, she blinked away tears she’d been staring through. A few more deep breaths, and she allowed herself to really look at him. He lay on his side, knees slightly curled, motionless. Something was wrong with him. People didn’t just fall over.

Gripping the railing, which had swiftly become her personal anchor, she pointed her foot and gingerly nudged his arm. When he didn’t move, she put more force behind the kick. Cleopatra jumped as his hand fell away from his ribs, thumping onto the floor. Blood coated his fingers.
He was bleeding? She’d missed the injury completely. The saturated, glistening spot had been hidden under his hand and camouflaged by his black button-up shirt. He’d been so close and she hadn’t… She glanced down at herself. Blood streaked across her pale blue gown, more evidence of his severe injury.

The elevator doors slid open. Oh God, if someone were to see them together in this state, what would they think? What would happen to her, or to him? Her heart hammered, panic flooding through her as she peeked out into the main corridor of Sterling.
The white, gold-trimmed corridor stretched on, empty. The elevator doors slid shut, and there it would stay, unless called. She might not have much time. Peering down at the unconscious man, she tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

She’d mistaken his intent. He’d needed sustenance badly, and now he bled out, dying at her feet. Because of who she was, he refused to harm her, to take from her. How did he have the willpower to block his instincts from taking over, to stop from feeding?
Whoever he was, she had to save him. She dropped to her knees and pushed away any lingering fear under her newfound resolve. Tugging his shirt from his dark jeans, she searched for the injury. In the midst of his blood-slicked skin, the wound gaped open between his ribs. It looked like he’d been slashed, the nasty gash a result of being on the wrong end of a knife. Just a guess. She had no experience with this sort of villainy.

Her hand flew to her mouth. The murderer running loose in Galbraith used a knife. Could this man be yet another victim?
“Can you hear me? What happened to you? Who did this?” She awkwardly patted his whiskered cheek. His eyes fluttered open, then shut again.

“Balinese is safe.” His voice trembled, his words slurred without support from his shallow breath. “Paris. Demons.”
Cleopatra’s fingers fumbled as she pulled away his shirt collar. Several teeth-like gouges in his shredded skin oozed blood near his collarbone. Demons. They’d almost made a meal of him, and he was a bloody mess, but the real danger came from that knife wound. It looked deep, and if he’d been damaged internally and lost too much blood, he might not survive.

He needed blood now. She bit her wrist and pressed it against his mouth. His lips didn’t part, and his body refused to respond. A rivulet of blood slid down his cheek. He’d die if she didn’t fight for him.
About the Author: 

Jen Colly is the rare case of an author who rebelled against reading assignments throughout her school years. Now she prefers reading books in a series, which has led her to writing her first paranormal romance series: The Cities Below. She will write about anything that catches her fancy, though truth be told, her weaknesses are pirates and vampires.

She lives in Ohio with her supportive husband, two kids, one big fluffy dog, and four rescued cats.

http://www.jencolly.com/
https://twitter.com/collyjen
 Jen came to us today via Bewitching Book Tours. Supernatural Central was not paid for this article.

Monday, January 30, 2017

BOOK BLITZ: DOMINATION - Bonfire Chronicles by Imogen Rose.


Just settling down to wind up the month of January, but we've got a book blitz for you today, it's Domination - Bonfire Chronicles by Imogen Rose. It falls into the supernatural/thriller/horror genres.

Here's a look a the cover by: Phatpuppyart

 

Book Description:
Years of hard work preceded her entry to the Oval Office. She attended the right prep schools and right colleges. She made sure to make all the right contacts, ingratiating herself into the right circles. But all those rights hadn’t been enough.

In the end, she’d needed her mother.
And now it was time to repay that debt.

Kobo     iBooks    Kindle     Nook     Paperback

Excerpt:

There are no roads, tunnels, or bridges linking Earth to Beyond. Ships, airplanes, or rockets can’t transport us there. The only passage is through the Emerald Portal, the gateway between our two worlds. And the only one who can grant access to the portal is the queen of Beyond—my boyfriend’s mom.
My name is Cordelia Hammer and I’m a demon. Not the human, teen variety, but an actual supernatural. My father is the demon sovereign of Paris. Each city has its own council made up of royal representatives who oversee the supernatural activity of their kind within their jurisdiction. Currently, I’m apprenticing for King Sebastian, the demon sovereign of London.

As I wondered what Jagger was talking about, digesting his words — Mother insists that the new fae princess must be born at the palace — a green mist appeared in the corner of the bedroom of the Seattle hotel suite where Jagger and I were staying.
“I suggest we both throw on some clothes,” Jagger muttered, picking up his black jeans from the floor. “It would be unfortunate to appear in front of my mother in our birthday suits.”

 “Huh?”
“Hurry up, Cordelia. We only have a few minutes before we get sucked into that portal.”

“Is that the Emerald Portal?” I looked at it in awe as the mist morphed into a tunnel. I took a step toward it to peek inside.
“No!” Jagger pulled me back. “Get dressed, please.”

“Into what?” I had no idea what the weather was like in Beyond or whether an audience with the queen of Beyond required formal attire. Jagger had thrown on his favorite black jeans and white T-shirt, his black motorcycle jacket in hand.
“Anything,” he said. “Something comfortable. And make sure it’s very warm as it’s always cold in Beyond—freezing, in fact. I’ll call GRIP in the meantime to let them know that I won’t be in today.”

GRIP—the Global Retrieval and Intelligence Program—that’s where Jagger worked. GRIP had been founded following the attacks on the international supernatural communities during Code Uprising to monitor and curtail any subversive activity. It had become the authoritative supernatural agency regulating the global communities. Well, except for the subterranean troll population who seemed to be completely unregulated. Jagger was part of the GRIP Tactical Combat Force. I was pretty sure that they wouldn’t be happy with him taking a day off right in the middle of the most critical time in modern supernatural history, with a noncompliant supernatural moving into the White House. Plus, just days ago, we’d captured Katerina Miller—the monster responsible for the last spate of global massacres—and were waiting to question her.

About the Author:
Imogen Rose is the author of the bestselling series, the Portal Chronicles, which has attained cult status within indie literature and become a favorite among teens and adults alike.

An immunologist by profession, Dr. Rose published her first work of fiction in 2010. She now writes full time and is currently working on her second teen series, the Bonfire Chronicles.

Imogen was born in Sweden and has lived in several places, counting London among her favorites. She moved to New Jersey in 2001. A self-confessed Herm├Ęs addict, Imogen enjoys shopping, traveling, watching movies, and hanging out with her family, friends, and Chihuahua.

Website: http://www.imogenrose.com/
Twitter: ImogenRoseTweet
Instagram: ImogenRoseGram
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Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/imogenrosepin/

Imogen came to us today via Bewitching Book Tours.

Monday, January 9, 2017

COVER REVEAL: SIMULATION by M. BLACK

Welcome to today's cover reveal for SIMULATION! A chilling read to get you through the chill of January no less.



SIMULATION is a fictional novel and is the debut release from Dystopian Thriller author M. Black.

A YA SyFy dystopia, along the lines of City of Ember meets CW’s The 100. This story will capture your heart and still won’t let go even at the end. Written in part while listening to Outside by Ellie Goulding, this story contrasts technology to nature, rich to poor, privilege to hardship, and illusion to reality.

“No one is getting in but whom we allow, and no one is ever getting out.”

Set in 2175 in Colorado, USA, where Citigogs are the new form of cities and citizens are kept under a careful population control, we meet Ilia the Princess of our main Citigog named Iliad, and Jez a Giver. As Ilia spends more time with Jez, she finds herself drawn to the Outside and ventures out of her Citigog only to learn that everything is not what it seems.

Fans of the Divergent and Hunger Games series will revel in this story about a strong, but disillusioned heroine who must become brave as she uncovers the truth about her world.

Book Trailer:  https://youtu.be/IO44dRFAAX0



About the Author:

M. Black is a pen name of Ami Blackwelder.

M. Black is her dystopia and thriller line of books. Rebecca May is the pen name for her historical and contemporary line of books. Ami Blackwelder writes paranormal and sci-fi novels.
Her stories range from Tween and YA to NA (new adult), but focus primarily on YA. Growing up in Florida, she graduated UCF and in 1997 received her BA in English and additional teaching credentials. Then she packed her bags and travelled overseas to teach in Thailand, Nepal, Tibet, China and Korea. Thailand is considered her second home now. She has always loved writing and wrote poems and short stores since childhood; however, her novels began when she was in Thailand in her early thirties.

Having won the Best Fiction Award from the University of Central Florida (Yes, The Blair Witch Project University), her short fiction From Joy We Come, Unto Joy We Return was published in the on campus literary magazine Cypress Dome and remains to this day in University libraries around the USA.
Later, she achieved the semi-finals in a Laurel Hemingway contest and published a few poems in the Thailand’s Expat magazine, and an article in the Thailand’s People newspaper. Additionally, she has published poetry in Korea’s AIM magazine, the American Poetic Monthly magazine and Twisted Dreams Magazine.

http://MBlackDystoppianThrillers.blogspot.com

http://Twitter.com/AmiBlackwelder

http://AmiBlackwelder.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/amis.bookpage

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33398248-simulation


 
 

Friday, January 6, 2017

COVER REVEAL: JUST OFF THE PATH by Weston Sullivan

Hello and welcome to 2017. We hope you had a chance to relax over the holidays. Some of us did, some of us didn't. We`ve got a cover reveal today, Just off the Path by Weston Sullivan. It falls into the fantasy genre, and the cover artists are Joemel Requeza and Sandra Valente. Drum roll, please.
 

There we go! Here`s what it is about:

Hansel never asked to be a hero. He never wanted to fall in love with Rapunzel, Queen of the East. He didn’t ask to be raised by Gothel the Wretch, and he certainly never wanted to be credited for her arrest. But more than any of that, Hansel never wanted to lie: but he did. He lied about everything. He thought that he was done with it all when he and his sister Gretel retreated into the woods to reclaim their land, but he should have known better.
Years later, Rapunzel’s guards knock at his door, and they say the words he hoped that he would never hear: Gothel has escaped. As he and Gretel take refuge inside Rapunzel’s castle in the eastern capitol of Hildebrand, Hansel is thrust back into everything he never wanted in the first place: his lies, his legend, and his lust. In the wake of it all, he knows that Gothel has escaped to finish what she started. She is out to make sure that the Sleeping Beauty never wakes, and that Grimm suffocates under her blanket of thorn and vine. In order to find Gothel and save the kingdom, Hansel and Gretel must look for fact in a land of fairy-tale by following a trail of grisly murders, a girl in a red cape, and a powerful little man who can’t stand the sound of his own name.
As they search for answers, Hansel finds that he isn’t the only liar in Grimm, and that there may be a traitor among them of royal proportion.


About the Author:
Weston Sullivan lives and writes in Tampa, Florida. He spends his days splitting time between writing, a full time job, and studying for his degree in Creative Writing from the University of South Florida. He enjoys everything related to storytelling, including film and theater. He likes to read all genres, from contemporary fiction to classic favorites such as Faulkner and Woolf. After he finishes his undergraduate coursework and continues to build his career as an author, he plans to attend graduate school in New York City.


Weston dropped by today courtesy of Bewitching Book Tours.