Wednesday, September 19, 2018


Good morning! I'm a bit late with this today, so my apologies. I've had a few gremlins lately, and the new view in Gmail is taking me a bit to find my way. Apologies. Here we go with today's title. K.A. was kind enough to sit down and have a little chat.
SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
KAE: So in The Blood Race, the first book of the trilogy, we have two main characters, Icarus and Hawk, telling their story from dualing points of view, while in book 2, Worlds Beneath, their voices are joined by one additional narrative - that of Fin, who is an extremely prominent character in the story as well.
I love each of these characters so much, and they each have very different qualities: Icarus is truly a brooding seeker, Hawk is very outwardly aggressive, but holds a lot inside that she doesn’t talk about, and Fin has an undying desire to always do the right thing.
SC: We're all about the supernatural over here.  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
KAE: I really don’t know! :)
SC: You're probably hiding secrets for your next book. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
KAE: I’m currently neck-deep in editing book 3, which will be the third and final installment in the trilogy. I’m very excited for this book, and it will be a very different experience from the first two books. Pumped to share it with you guys!
SC: Can't wait to hear all about it when you do. Let's take a look at this novel now.

The Blood Race
The Blood Race Trilogy
Book One
K.A. Emmons

Genre: Young Adult/SciFi/

Paranormal /Urban Fantasy / Time Travel

Publisher: K.A. Emmons

Date of Publication: July 27, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-7321935-3-6

Number of pages: 321
Word Count: 104,000

Cover Artist:  Stuart Bache

Book Description:

All Ion Jacobs ever wanted was to be normal. But when you’re capable of killing with your very thoughts, it’s hard to blend in with the crowd.

Running from his past and living in fear of being discovered, Ion knows he will never be an average college student. But when Hawk, the beautiful, mysterious girl next door unearths his darkest secret, Ion’s life is flipped upside-down. He’s shocked to discover a whole world of people just like him -- a world in another dimension, where things like levitation, shape-shifting, and immortality are not only possible… they’re normal.

Forced to keep more secrets than ever before, Ion struggles to control his powers in the real world while commuting between realms -- until his arch enemy starts a fight he can’t escape. Now he has sealed the fate of the Dimension, severing their connection to the real world, and locking himself inside forever. But a deadly threat hidden in plain sight may cost Ion more than just his freedom -- it may cost him his life.

The Blood Race is the first book in K.A. Emmons' riveting new sci-fi/fantasy thriller series. If you like epic urban fantasy, fresh takes on super powers, deep allegories, raw emotions and intricate plots that surprise you at every turn, you'll love the first novel in Emmons' page-turning series.

Excerpt Book One:
I had no idea where I was or who I was really speaking to, in fact. Up until the car incident, Sensei had simply been “the crazy old guy next door.” Now he was beginning to feel like my only connection to sanity. I had no reason to trust him, but something in me gravitated towards it.
“Sensei, how did you know about me?” I asked. “Hawk said that you’ve been watching me—how did you find me? How did you know about my powers?”
His deep-set eyes studied my face. “You still have not answered the question.”
I held his gaze for a moment, then let go of a sigh. “I don’t know the answer to your question. I don’t even know who I am.”
“Would you like to know who you are?” I nodded slightly.
“Then that is the answer to the question,” he said. “You wish to learn who you really are. Where you have come from. And it is for that reason that you have been brought here.”
“But why?” I asked.
“Because you were created to protect that which is to come, Ion.”
I thought about it for a moment before shaking my head. “I don’t get it.” “Every generation to walk the earth has, hidden within its repetition and
pattern, a few who will resist. A few who will realize that they are inherently different from others,” Sensei replied. “Most will follow the pattern cut through the density of the forest, because they are afraid to stray from that which is familiar. But a few will stray—the anomalies. Those who recognize their own powers and allow their abilities to guide them.”
There was that word again. The word that had provoked me to the point of driving a knife through Hawk’s hand only hours before. Coming from him, though, it didn’t have the same effect.
“I created this dimension to protect you. Because you are the only ones who have awakened to protect the future from what it has become.”
“How do you know what the future is going to be like?” I asked. “You talk about it like it already exists.”
“Because,” he said, “I have seen it.” “You’ve seen the future?”
Sensei nodded.
“So this whole…” I looked for the right word. “Dimension. You created it?”
“I am it.”
I stared at him. “Wait, what?”
“When you healed Hawk, when you altered reality with your very thoughts, you projected that which is within you into that which is without. When you practice that for eternity, this,” he gestured towards our surroundings, “is the result.”
“You’ve found every one of us… every one of the anomalies?” “From past, present, and future.”
My head was starting to hurt.
“You were the one who fixed my face, weren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Sensei nodded. “I could imagine how much it hurt.”
“Yeah, well. You imagined correctly.” I laughed mirthlessly. “God, this is
“It is your choice to make, Ion. Hawk will teach you how to utilize the portals, and you may come and go.” He folded his hands. “Or you may return to your world permanently—but you must tell no one what we have discussed or what you have seen here.”

“I want to stay,” I said, without hesitation, surprising myself.

Worlds Beneath

The Blood Race Trilogy
Book Two
K.A. Emmons

Genre: Young Adult/ SciFi / Paranormal /
Urban Fantasy /Time Travel

Publisher: K.A. Emmons

Date of Publication: July 1, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-7321935-1-2

Number of pages: 389
Word Count: 106,000

Cover Artist: Abbie Emmons

Book Description:

I used to think that seeing was believing, but now, as I struggle to stay alive below the ravine, I begin to realize that - good or bad - I will see whatever I believe.

“Who are you, Icarus, that the earth opens its mouth to receive your blood?” Sensei’s words were my last thoughts before I fell into the bottomless ravine, plunging toward my own death, and bringing about Hawk’s at the same time. Or so I thought.

I woke up underwater. I awoke in a strange and unfamiliar world, filled with maze-like forest, shadows, and nightmares seemingly as vivid and dangerous as reality. I had no idea who I was, or how I got there - I couldn’t remember anything, until I remembered her: Hawk. The other half of my soul.

I knew that in order for her to stay alive, I had to survive and find a way out. But that’s easier said than done when you’re trapped in a realm as deadly as your every thought - and dominated by a hierarchy of ravenous wolf packs.

Alerted by a dream, I realize that Hawk has left the Dimension to come find me. For an instant, I rediscover hope. But that hope quickly burns to ash when I realize that we may not be the only ones down here. Someone else with a thirst for her blood may have survived the fall too. And I may have just lured her right into the jaws of a predator even fiercer than the wolves.

Excerpt Book 2:
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. The very things that were potential beacons of hope were also bright red warning flags. There was no way for me to know what I was walking into.
I waited until nightfall. Until the sky was dark and the stars were like sparkling pinpricks in satin overhead. I watched him light a fresh fire after failing to rekindle the last, using two rocks. It reminded me of my own newly acquired ability to channel fire. When I thought about it, I could practically feel the heat tingling in the tips of my wings.
He sat down, cross-legged, by the fire, and the black wolves dispersed into the woods, seeming on edge as the starlight flickered down through the trees. I heard distant howls on occasion.
The young man’s features were illuminated by the crackling fire. He seemed to have all but forgotten I was there. He held a small journal in his hand and seemed to be writing or making a sketch with charcoal.
Finally, he rose again and went inside the shelter, and the opportunity for me to make my entrance presented itself.
I left the branch and flew several yards into the forest. I landed softly on the ground below and transformed back into my human form. I didn’t want him to know I could shift; that had to remain a secret.
I straightened my clothes and took a shaky breath.
I slowed to a halt at the very edge of the clearing, waiting to see if and when he would emerge from the shelter. When he didn’t, I finally stepped forward into the clearing.
I walked farther in towards the flickering shades of yellow and orange. The snap of a twig under my foot disrupted the chorus of crickets and the distant, occasional howls. It was enough to cause an audible stir from within the shelter. A moment later the curtain parted. The dark eyes met mine from across the flames. He stared at me like someone who hadn’t seen another living soul in a hundred years.
He stepped out completely. The connection between our eyes didn’t falter.
“Who are you?” he asked, in a curious voice edged with an accent. “Where did you come from?”
I pulled in a deep breath, debating what kind of cover story to give.
“The wolves,” I replied slowly. “I followed one of the black wolves, and it led me here.”
I swallowed, watching his expression closely. “Where exactly is this place?” I asked.
He stared at me for a moment longer, seeming puzzled by the question, and then he looked around us. “Must everything have a name?” He seemed to be musing more than asking. “It is reality. I know nothing beyond it.”
“Nothing?” I questioned. “You’ve always lived here?” He nodded. “It certainly feels like it.”
“Are you alone here?” He nodded again. “How is that possible?”
He shrugged, turning his attention back to me. “Could I not ask the same of you?”
He could indeed.
I struggled to come up with something to say.
“I awoke in a place like this, but covered in snow.” I thought back to the tunnel in the embankment. “And then the wolf led me here. The wolves you talk to.”
He studied me a moment longer and then smiled. “I talk to them because they are mine.”
He knelt beside the fire, picking up the journal and closing it. “It is hard for you to understand, but if you stay, you will learn that no one knows where exactly this place is.”
He paused to pick up a stick with which he began prodding the fire. “And no one knows how to leave,” he said, seeming to muse once more to himself. “Or should I say, escape.”

I watched him for a moment. “I don’t want to stay.” “You wish to find your way home, then?”

About the Author:

When she’s not hermiting away in her colorfully-painted home office writing her next science fiction, passionate story-teller Kate Emmons is probably working on the nonprofit organization she founded, Blue Freedom. An organization designed to teach students and young adults about whales and dolphins and the importance of keeping them in the wild.

Katie’s other passions include traveling, hiking, and surfing, which she also loves to blog about.

She lives in the often-snowy hills of rugged Vermont with her husband and dog named Rocket.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2018


Readers of this blog are probably familiar with an SLS camera but in case you're not, it works the same way as a XBox Kinect (because really, it's a modified version of one). It maps you out so you can play sports on your console but sometimes it maps out people that aren't there.

I sometimes wonder if it is capturing a moment in time, but then when it picks up an entity and you can get it to interact, then I have no explanation.

In this video, I ask well... nobody we can see, to touch the hand of Vancouver Supernatural's Jim Kolisnyk.  This is at PRESENTATION HOUSE in North Vancouver.

Monday, September 17, 2018


Good morning, everyone. I hope you enjoyed your weekend. We're about to get really busy here at Supernatural Central, between the great reads, great food and great supernatural evidence from Vancouver Supernatural. Stay tuned, were about to start rocking the SPOOKTACULAR season! Here we go...

Celia’s Picks for Halloween Binge-worthy Shows

My family loves to binge-watch paranormal movies and TV shows for Halloween, especially those involving vampires and werewolves. Here are our top ten picks for your All Hallows’ Eve viewing pleasure…

1. The Underworld movies.  Love all of those digitally rendered Lycans!

2. Wolf (1994), starring Jack Nicholson. Seriously, it’s *Jack Nicholson*. Enough said. :-)

3. An American Werewolf in London (1981).  Classic.

4. The Lost Boys (1987).  Naughty vampires, wicked good fun.

5.  Blade (1998).  Action!

6. From Dusk Till Dawn, (1996).  And more action!

7. Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV series and its spin-off, Angel. Vampires, werewolves, and more, oh my!  Joss Whedon rules.

8. Vampire Diaries TV series and its spin-off, The Originals.  Sexy, naughty vampires, kickass werewolves, and a whole slew of entertaining witches.

9.  True Blood TV series. Vamps, wolves, witches, and the fae. Fun, funny, dark, and bloody.

10. One last movie, and my all-time fav, The Cabin in the Woods (2012).  Funny, a bit scary with some good and creepy transformation effects, and chock-full of great lines such as:  “Yeah, uh, I had to dismember that guy with a trowel. What have you been up to?” and, “Hey, shh, no. I totally get it. I’m sorry I let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world.”

Diamond Moon
Black Hills Wolves
Book 12
Celia Breslin

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Date of Publication:  March 27, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-61333-803-2

Number of pages: 85
Word Count: 29,737

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

Human-wolf hybrid Darci Diamond spends every full moon locked in auntie’s basement in Southern Oregon. Her excruciating shifts terrify her, the last one causing her heart to stop beating. Seeking a cure, she journeys to Los Lobos.

Ross Luparell returns to the struggling Tao pack, using his millions made in the tech industry to build homes for pack families in need. He never imagined he would also find his one true mate. But when a hybrid with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep in the middle of a wicked summer storm, there’s no denying it. She’s the one.

She wants a normal human life, free from pain-filled shifts. He won’t give up on her Wolf, and will do whatever it takes to help her accept her true nature. But can he convince her to trust him with her heart?

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About the Author:

Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for vampires, werewolves, and the Fae. When not writing, you’ll find Celia editing for others, exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.


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Wednesday, September 12, 2018


Thanks everyone! The "Dine with the Supernatural" fundraiser for the Kilby Heritage Museum has SOLD OUT!

Tuesday, September 11, 2018


September 11'th…always a sombre day. Once you've had a few moments to pause and reflect, maybe it's time for a little distraction. Kate Morgan has dropped by to chat about her new book.
SC: Thanks for joining us today, Kate. BTW, we love your cover. Tell us a little bit about your main character of this book.
KM: Denis Kaine is an exorcist and a priest, even though he hasn’t set foot in a church since a much higher-ranking priest insulted Denis and his deceased twin brother and Denis cold-cocked him. Now Denis is scraping by with a part-time job at a bookstore and a few exorcisms on the side. He’s drowning in guilt over his brother’s death, which is his sole focus until a smartass 1200-year-old shapeshifter barges in on him. She’s hungry, she’s sexy, and she decides to run his life to thank him for freeing her from imprisonment in an ancient tomb. Denis is skilled and confident in must about everything—except women. Poor Denis. He has no chance.
SC: No chance at all. Exorcisms dealve into the paranormal. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
KM: I do believe in the paranormal. Alas, I’ve never encountered a ghost myself. I know several people who have, so I figure my turn is soon!
SC: The more open you are, the better chance you have of experiencing the paranormal. But you're pretty busy these days. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
KM: Under my real name, Alice Loweecey, my newest ex-nun private eye mystery hits stores next May: Better than Nun. These are light, funny murder mysteries. What? Murder can be funny too! I’m continually surprised by cozy mystery fans who literally take a step back from me when I mention I have a supernatural thriller coming out. Muahahahaha!
SC: Fabulous! Thanks for stopping by today. Let's take a look at your book now.

Demons for Tea
Kate Morgan

Genre: Supernatural Thriller

Publisher: Omnium Gatherum Books

Date of Publication: Sept. 10, 2018

ISBN: 9781949054019;
ISBN: 1949054012

Number of pages: 285
Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Kate Jonez

Tagline: Kicking ass and eating ramen: An exorcist’s life ain’t like the movies.

Book Description:

Ex-priest Denis Kaine's surviving on ramen and kicking otherworldly creatures off this planet. It's all noise to fill his chasm of hate and guilt inside from letting his twin brother blow his brains out because he’d been possessed. Denis should’ve known. He should’ve seen. He should’ve… everything.

His survival techniques are no match for Emma Koroleva, the 1200-year-old entity he freed from imprisonment in Rome. She's powerful, she's got major attitude, and she hates ramen.

She changes into various poltergeists and forces Denis to "exorcise" her. Denis gets paid, they eat real food, and she toys with seducing him. Denis starts to think he's living in the sitcom from hell until he learns his dead brother's become the plaything of something big, strong, and evil. Screw sitcoms. Denis is about to prove why his rep is legendary in the spirit world.

Someone knocked at the door.
On a Sunday afternoon? If it was a Girl Scout, she’d be disappointed. My entire liquid income consisted of the twelve dollars and three quarters in my wallet. I pulled off the Roman collar, so she wouldn’t get a bad impression of priests in general and unbolted the door.
It crashed open with a blue-green-flowery gust of wind. I spun around and slammed it shut. My messenger bag stood ready within arm’s reach on the kitchen table. All I had to do—
“It is ridiculously cold outside. Where is your fireplace?”
A black-haired woman as tall as—no, taller than me by an inch or two—strode into my living room and back again.
“Bah. Are you a herder of reindeer that you can stomach this cold without a fire? I am not. I require heat and coffee and food.”
Her flowered dress looked more suited to August than late March. Her windblown hair reached below her waist, the fluorescent light striking midnight-blue highlights from it. The colors of her energy reminded me of something, but I couldn’t place it.
“Look, whoever you are, I didn’t invite you here.” I opened the door, which put me even nearer to my messenger bag. “Out.”
She laughed.
One beat: I flipped open the front of the messenger bag. Two beats: I snatched the squeeze bottle I kept holy water in. On the third beat I popped the nozzle and squirted the perpendicular strokes of a cross at her.
“Merda.” She shivered and vanished.

Whatever she was, she moved faster than most entities. As I repacked the holy water, it hit me that she’d said “shit” in Italian not like she was angry. More like she was annoyed because I’d gotten her dress wet.

About the Author:

Baker of brownies and tormenter of characters, Kate Morgan celebrates the the day she jumped the wall with as much enthusiasm as her birthday. She grew up watching Hammer horror films and Scooby-Doo mysteries, which explains a whole lot.

When she takes a break from inspiring nightmares, she writes ex-nun PI mysteries under her real name, Alice Loweecey. In her spare time she can be found growing vegetables in her garden and water lilies in her koi pond.

(It’s confusing, I know. Facebook wouldn’t let me create an author page under my own name, so I had to use my MC’s name. Branding. It’s so much fun.)

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