Sunday, July 12, 2020
SUPERNATURAL SUNDAY: The one about medium Katharine Grace and the ghosts at the Dunbar.
Medium Katharine Grace tells about the spirits she encountered while doing an investigation at the Dunbar Theatre in Vancouver, BC.
Saturday, July 11, 2020
BEYOND PARANORMAL: TRILOGY BREW
From time to time we like to feature video clips from other paranormal groups. Today we have Beyond Paranormal's investigation of Trilogy Brew for you to watch. Enjoy your weekend.
Friday, July 10, 2020
COVER REVEAL: HEX FACTOR by ANDIE M. LONG
Hex
Factor
The
Paranormals
Book
One
Andie
M. Long
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy
Publisher: Andie M. Long
Date of Publication: 3 August
2020
ASIN: B089T6LWZQ
Number of pages: approx. 200
Word Count: 40,000
Cover Artist: Tammy Clarke at The
Graphics Shed
Tagline: Hex, Blood, Rock and
Roll.
Book Description:
Vampire
guitarist Noah is about to face the music…
At auditions for Britain's Best
New Band things get awkward when Noah bumps into his old high school sweetheart
and sassy ex. The one he dumped to form his band, The Paranormals.
Witch Stacey has never forgotten
Noah’s betrayal. Determined to charm the judges with her own band and win the
recording contract, it will be the perfect revenge on her ex.
But as the competition heats up,
so does the chemistry between them, until one of the show's presenters going
missing threatens everything.
With ghosts on the loose and
bands who will stop at nothing to win, can Noah and Stacey survive the
competition and claim each other's hearts? Or are they doomed to be just
another cliché of Hex, blood, rock and roll?
About
the Author:
Andie M. Long is author of the
popular Supernatural Dating Agency series amongst many others.
She lives in Sheffield with her
long-suffering partner and son.
When not being partner, mother,
writer, or chocoholic, she can usually be found on Facebook or walking her
whippet, Bella.
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Wednesday, July 8, 2020
INTERVIEW WITH ADOM SAMPLE (Courting Moon: Vampyre's Desire)
Courting Moon: Vampyre’s Desire
The Bloods Passion Saga
Book One
Adom Sample
The Bloods Passion Saga
Book One
Adom Sample
Genre: Fantasy / Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Adom Sample
Date of Publication: March 15, 2020
Word Count: 88,500
Cover Artist: OA Book Covers
Tagline: Where There Is Love . . . Death Follows.
Book Description:
Those in power are suppressing the truth, and it all stems from the Coven of Vampyres strict law: Human and Vampyre fraternization—strictly forbidden. When living in a society where love, passion, and desire are restricted it isn't long before someone dissents. I just never thought that someone would be me.
The day I met him, the vampyre Sebastian of Orias, everything changed. Never in my life did I think someone like him, the son of a Count, would pursue a human like me. But he did. He stalked me . . . and now he wants me.
We chose to break the rules, defy the Coven, and embrace this connection, regardless of the dangers that may unfold. However, I fear that our passion may reveal secrets the Coven is willing to kill to protect.
Excerpt:
The dark meadows
and midnight air blast through her hair giving off a scent that would attract
any Vampyre for miles. It was there he sensed her. It was there he could no
longer deny himself the pleasure of getting to know who she was. The rules were
set, and the laws were written, but none of that could keep him restrained. Not
anymore.
His emotions
fluttered, leaving him no other choice. He must take that chance, regardless of
the prospect of rejection. For months, he watched her, lurking in the shadows
of their lands, never giving thought as to what would happen if he were to be
discovered. It was a risk he was more than willing to take, if only just to get
a second glance of her beauty.
He was, after
all, the son of a count, and he knew the rules better than anyone.
Fraternization between Vampyre and human was strictly forbidden. The rules were
imprinted in his brain from birth, but he had to choose differently. Was it her
human frailty or the smell of her blood that drew him there every night?
Whatever this enchanting spell was that led him to her lands took total
control, forcing him to do things he thought he’d never do.
Romantic love
was forbidden and after months of obsessing over this human woman, he was
beginning to understand why. All rational thought escaped his mind whenever he
was near her. The erratic and irrational impulses that made him sneak out of
his room, cross the neutral territory, and enter their lands each night had
overwhelmed him. He’d lost control, yet refused to do anything about it. This
was who he wanted to be.
Henceforth, that
night in the dark meadows, basking in the midnight air, he made his approach.
Would she welcome him or fear him? What stories would she have heard about his
kind that could force her to be reluctant by his presence? He had no choice,
for it was too late to turn back now. She was alone, and he would never have an
opportunity like this again. He pushed back the bushes, taking slow steps
toward her. Hesitant, he thought about turning around and forgetting about her.
He knew where this would lead. Still, he interjects his reason and pushes aside
all logic, giving in to his wanting desire.
“Hello,” he
whispered softly from behind. She froze. She knew the end was near. She knew
the Vampyre creeping up behind her would make her his supper if she didn’t run,
and quick. Without thought, she took off screaming for her life. Her action to
his bold move didn’t surprise him at all; the only thing that entered his mind
was how beautiful she looked when she ran away. He didn’t pursue right away. He
stood there paralyzed, fearful that he would be discovered.
If anyone heard
her screaming it would be the end of him. Before she could get too far, he
headed her off, and in a flash was right in front of her. They had collided.
She ran right into him. The touch of her soft warm skin sent a sense of inner
peace and tranquility through this entire body.
They had their
arms wrapped around each other like lovers in need. That sensual gaze he gave
her forced the fear to melt away only to be replaced with apprehension and
embarrassment.
“I will not harm
you,” he said in a passionate whisper.
“What do you
want from me?” Her voice trembled.
“Simple
conversation.”
“You mean to
kill me?”
“Of course not.
But far be it for me to make you my meal someday.”
“Who are you?”
She gave him an uneasy glance.
He stared into
her eyes and smiled, brushing his fingers through her soft, long hair. And thus
that single encounter, that bold embrace set forth the path they would go
through together; placing things in motions that would tear the very boundaries
of everything they’d ever known. Forever.
About the Author:
Adom Sample is an independent author who enjoys reading and writing romance, erotic, and paranormal stories. Writing is his passion and he lives to give others ideas and inspire stories to push the limits of creativity.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Adomwrites
Website: http://www.adomsample.com/
Monday, July 6, 2020
INTERVIEW WITH A.R.C (The Call of Magic)
The
Fool’s Journey
Book
One
A.
R. C.
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal
Romance,
Publisher: Quick and Animus, LLC
Date of Publication: June 20,
2020
ISBN: 9798642452813
ASIN: B088DMGFLJ
Number of pages: 367 pages
Word Count: approx. 103,000
Cover Artist: Sandrine Pierrot
Tagline: Marked by magic. Chosen
by Fate. And she couldn’t care less.
Book Description:
The
Fool's Journey, a massive new series written in two parts - with blog posts
acting counter-point to monthly-published novels - revolves around a cabal of
warrior mages, and focuses heavily on the inclusion of Tarot.
Freshly graduated from high
school, Emma Lie has never let go the betrayal her father served her. On the
eve of her college departure, burdened with grand designs, Emma finds herself
branded by a strange mark.
Bewildered by its appearance,
Emma becomes distracted, then suspicious, of a captivating boy named Thies.
Amid a passionate moment, she demands the truth from him. The cryptic answers
Emma gets in return skew her reality forever.
Emma is thrust into the world of
magic, stolen away from her home. Lofty intentions derailed, her mother in
mortal danger, and forced into magical servitude, Emma must fight for survival
and the life she had planned even as she battles for her own heart.
Excerpt:
Haynes’ eye is
swelling shut, and Michael is staring up from the floor behind me with mixed
shock and rising fear. The last bit catches my attention and confuses me. My
vision narrows, black around the edges, heart beating thunder in my ears. I did
what I did to help him. Why should Michael be more afraid, now? I try to relax,
but my temper has risen. My raw knuckles have done the speaking. My actions
pronounced judgment.
Jimmy Haynes is
rolling to his feet with practiced athleticism. His cronies have stepped back
to the walls of the locker-lined hallway. He is not large, but his movements
speak of economy and brutality. He is a bully’s bully, born and bred. There is
sweat prickling the scalp under his dark shaved hair, and a stuttered breath
issues from his lips as he probes the damage to his eye. In the gray depths of
his other, the wheels are turning.
He cannot afford
to back away from a fight in front of his pack. Nor is it in his cruel nature,
and yet he hesitates. He is a grade younger than me and Michael before we
graduated, as are all his little friends. Jocks, bullies. They are animals,
drunk with the idea of being seniors, fresh from the football field, and filled
with football aggression. And Michael Morton is their target and outlet.
Chubby, meek, kind Michael Morton, here to help me finish the Senior art
project before I leave for college in a month. Michael makes another series of
small whimpering noises behind me, his paint smock half-torn.
“What the fuck?”
Haynes booms. His posse chortles and titters from the sidelines. They move and
sway with his anger. But I have the truth. He is stalling. He doesn’t want to
take this further against me. The crush he has on me has always been obvious,
trying to catch my eye for the better part of three years. But he cannot be
seen as the star football player who was knocked from his feet by a
hundred-fifteen-pound girl. He wouldn’t survive in his world. Torn between two
hard choices, I see the decision form, the surety that grasps him. His hand
drifts to his side, his clenched fist straightens. He will slap me. For him, to
hold a reputation as a woman abuser is easier, more acceptable. Bastard.
“Look at her
eyes,” one of Jimmy’s posse whispers along the halogen-white hallways of the
school. My irises have no doubt changed, gone a deep gray as they do with my
fury.
Michael Morton
hasn’t moved, bloodied and sprawled on the floor where they left him. I had
stepped over him to punch Jimmy, but now he is an obstacle I cannot navigate in
time to dodge. My knuckles hurt still, and the inexplicable, searing pain on my
upper right arm remains, but I prepare myself for the blow and tense to give
one in return. If Jimmy wants a fight, he’ll have it.
About
the Author:
A figure approaches you on this
dusty road called life. Indistinct and familiar, unknown but knowing, they are
nobody and the every-man. “May I tell you a story?” they ask, wasting no time.
“What kind?” you reply, impatient
with interminable day. Fraught with distraction. You’re unsure you want
anything new.
“Some, light and airy, still
others dour and dread-riddled. Love and death, black dreams and bright hope,
man and his fellow, red war and high peace. All can be found here. The cynics,
the broken, the strong, and the weak, all woven into one. You need but only
listen.”
“Tell me more?” you inquire after
minutes of thought.
The storyteller nods. “Though you
might not like each tale, inevitably you will find your hero within. Some to
hate, and more to admire. It cannot be else. Hide and reveal, warn or conceal,
incite or enchant. So falls the nature of storytelling, a reflection of the
soul. Only the cruel would change these tales to fit own beliefs.”
“And should I not wish to hear
them?”
“No matter that I sing my yarns
to a single body or many, they must be told. It is my honor, my duty, my
obligation.”
“But who are you?” you demand.
“If I were to speak base truth
about myself, I would say that I’m a dreamer. It holds a double meaning. I
daydream regularly, oft to diversion. And though my nightly dreams come and go
without memory, that which they tell me changes my mood daily.”
“To this point in life, dreaming
has never gotten me anywhere.”
The figure leans in, as if
sharing a secret with a friend.
“But it will one day.”
The longer the figure speaks and
the more that you listen, the more you perceive that you aren’t alone. Others
surround you, attend with you, know the words as you do. Love and tears,
heartache and fears, it is good to share these worries amongst friends.
For what is existence, but a
semi-sweet story?
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Sunday, July 5, 2020
SUPERNATURAL SUNDAY: The one about Bill Hauser and his ITC equipment at the Dunbar Theatre.
ITC (ghost box) expert Bill Hauser tries to contact the ghosts of Vancouver's Dunbar Theatre.
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
JOHN MALLORY INVESTIGATES RIVERVIEW ASYLUM WITH HIS PANABOX
Happy Canada Day, everyone. It's a weird one. And if you're into weird, here's a video for you. Investigator John Mallory takes his Panabox (ghost box) to Riverview Asylum and gets some interesting answers. If you enjoy this video, please subscribe to John's YouTube page.
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