Tuesday, January 25, 2022

BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY ~ The Haunting of Black River Forest by Jaydeep Shah


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This is my post during the blog tour for The Haunting of Black River Forest by Jaydeep Shah. The Haunting of Black River Forest is a horror adventure short story in which the adventurers struggle to survive on the land of a monstrous psychopath who enjoys slashing humans.

This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours and the tour runs from 10 till 30 January. You can see the tour schedule here.

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The Haunting of Black River Forest
By Jaydeep Shah
Genre: Horror
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 14 December 2021

Blurb:
A forest of blood and corpses. The land of a cold-blooded psychopath.

In Black River Forest, it’s best not to wander too far off the beaten track. There’s no telling what you might find.

Mia and Oliver have long wanted to explore the forest, and one cold, rainy October day, a week before their fifth anniversary of the day they met, they finally make the trip.

But they’ve heard the rumors as well. The haunting. A psychopath hidden somewhere amidst the towering trees. Too many missing. Too few answers.

It’s only rumors, though. Stories. And stories can’t hurt you. Yet as Mia and Oliver venture deeper into the Black River Forest, they’ll soon discover that there’s more haunting this quiet woodland than hikers and bears.

The psychopath is very real. And he’s excited to meet them.

From Jaydeep Shah, author of Tribulation, the first book of the Cops Planet series, “The Haunting of Black River Forest” is a bloody, spine-chilling story best read with the lights on.
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Oliver looked around in terror, believing the bear had attacked someone nearby and that they once again would be in danger.

“What the hell was that?” he asked.

“The scream came from that way,” said Mia, pointing to the right.

They slowly walked to the trees alongside the path. They saw the ground sloped down to the valley. Mia tried to take one more step forward to have a clear look, but Oliver pulled herback before she could slip.

The three of them stood by the trees and looked around to find the source of the scream.

A few seconds later, what they saw made their hair raise in horror.

Mia’s hands flew to her mouth as a scream tried to make its way out. She was looking at a man thrusting a machete in a teenage boy’s gut and dragging it horizontally to the right and then to the left with all of his force.

“So, the psychopath story is real?” said Mia.

The boy’s severed body lay on the ground beside the bank.Next to him lay a girl’s body. Blood was streaming from her stomach.

“Yes. The psychopath is real,” said Oliver. “I hope we return safe and alive.”

The killer bent, having finished with the boy, bent down to the girl, and started to take off her clothes. There was an X symbol cut into her stomach and a hole near the belly button. It seemed like the killer first had thrust the knife into her stomach and then carved the X symbol.

The killer checked the girl’s pulse and then held a hand under her nose as if to check for breath.

“Dead bitch!” he said.

He looked around.

The trio was frozen in silence in the trees, hidden from sight. They were lying on the ground, taking a position of concealment just like a sniper as they watched in trauma from the top of the valley.

Oliver grabbed his hair, perhaps feeling some type of pressure in his brain. Trying to stay silent, he walked away, slowly. He stumbled as if he would lose consciousness.

He leant against a tree across the path, bending forward to be sick at its roots. 

Petrified, Jany remained lying on the ground, gaping at the killer, who was perhaps preparing himself to have intercourse with the corpse.

Mia stood up, keeping behind a tree to stay hidden. She looked at Oliver and Jany with tears flowing down her cheeks.She tried to speak but couldn’t let the words out of her mouth.

She took a deep breath. Then she cleared her throat.

“Jany!” she said in a croaky voice. 

Jany remained the same, unresponsive. 

Mia cleared her throat once more.

“Jany,” she said, her voice clear but soft, as she was afraid the killer would hear her, despite him being down in the valley.She bent and gently shook Jany, holding her by the shoulders.

Jany opened her mouth as if about to scream, but Mia swiftly clasped her mouth. 

“Don’t! He’ll hear us!” she said.

Jany stared at her for a moment and then nodded. Mia took her hand from her mouth.

“Get up!”

Jany stood up and followed Mia toward Oliver.

“We will die. He will find us,” said Jany. She was speaking too loudly, panicked. “I hope my friends are safe.”

“Be brave, Jany,” said Mia, swallowing the fear. “Think positive. Just stay together, and we will find a way out of the forest.”

All the while, Oliver stood watching them. For a moment his terror had paralyzed him. He had no answer, no solution, only the storm of horrifying thoughts of their death in his mind.

Oliver took a deep breath and removed a water bottle from his backpack. He drank a few sips. He cleared his throat. Then he said, shifting his look between Mia and Jany, “Mia is right. We can get out of here.” He paused. “We must hurry and try to find a way back to our original path before dusk.”

​A silence fell for a bit as the trio exchanged a look, nerves clear on their faces. They looked around them at the different paths. 

“Where did we come from?” asked Mia.

“I’m not sure. I was so scared,” said Oliver.

“And everything looks the same to me,” added Jany quickly, looking at the paths on either side, both covered with branches and leaves littered from the storm.

Mia unzipped her backpack and slowly, quietly pulled out her axe, still glancing around for signs of movement. “Alright! Let’s go this way,” she said, adjusting her backpack back on her shoulders.

They set off up the chosen path, but Mia grasping the axe strongly.

Just a few steps on, Jany slipped on some wet leaves. She fell and let out a scream that rang through the air.

Oliver scanned the area in a panic.

Mia swiftly helped Jany back up.

Jany hissed in pain as she stood, clearing the dirt from her scratched elbow while Mia brushed off the dirt from her clothes.

“I hope he hasn’t heard your scream!” said Oliver.

Jany and Mia looked toward the valley, following his eyes.

They waited for a few more seconds in stillness.

The psychopath didn’t appear.

“Keep moving!” said Oliver in a very soft voice, only audible to Jany and Mia.

They resumed their walk.

After a few minutes . . . Mia began to feel that someone was following them. She looked through the corner of her eye, but she could only see trees.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled as her senses still signaled someone’s presence.

She stopped.

All the while, Oliver and Jany kept walking hurriedlywithout glancing back.

Mia turned around slowly. Still no one, only the emptiness of the forest. When she was sure she couldn’t see anyone, she turned back and strode on to catch up with Oliver and Jany.





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About the Author:
Jaydeep Shah is an avid traveler and the author of gripping horror, thriller, and romance stories. As a bachelor’s degree holder in Creative Writing, he aims to entertain as many as people he can with his stories. He is best known for Tribulation, the first book in the “Cops Planet” series.

In addition to those books, The Shape-Shifting Serpents’ Choice, Jaydeep’s first young adult flash fiction written under his pen name, JD Shah, is published online by Scarlet Leaf Review in their July 2019 issue. Currently, he’s endeavoring to write a debut young adult fantasy novel while working on a sequel to his first apocalyptic thriller, Havoc.

When Shah is not writing, he reads books, tries new restaurants, and goes on adventures.

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Saturday, January 22, 2022

BOOK TOUR & GIVEAWAY ~ Rogue by M.D. Stewart



Rogue

Black Dagger MC Book 1

by M.D. Stewart

Genre: Contemporary MC Romance 

With a corrupt cop and an escaped killer hunting them, can Rogue do the impossible and save Stevie?
Stevie Anderson barely eluded death when deranged serial killer, Paul Turner, murdered her entire family before setting their house on fire. While in protective custody, she’s hidden where the killer would least suspect — the home of a biker in the Black Dagger Motorcycle Club.
Mac “Rogue” Steele resisted his twin’s suggestion to hide a federal protection witness in his home; until he gets to know the shy but charming woman. With a bruised heart, scarred body, and beautiful soul, it doesn’t take long for Stevie to claim his cynical heart.
After her family’s killer contacts Stevie from his prison cell, Rogue takes her on the run through the hills and hollows of southern West Virginia. Relying on the help of his MC, Rogue desperately searches for a way to keep Stevie alive.

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Rogue handed her the bags that weighed the least before loading up his arms with the rest. “Leave the laundry detergent in the truck, that stays here.” He used his head to point to the washer and dryer in the corner of the garage.

Stevie opened the door to the house and let him pass by since he had the heavier load. “Doesn’t the water line freeze out there?”

Misty was standing in the kitchen and took the bags from Stevie’s hand and put them on the counter. “Mr. Outlaw Biker keeps his garage heated for his precious bike. I swear he’d give it a bubble bath if he could figure out how to get it in the tub.”

The loud sound of a game show came from the living room. Misty took Stevie’s hand. “I’m so sorry to just drop in like this. Archie can be very insistent sometimes. If I don’t drive him where he wants to go, I’m afraid he’ll steal the keys and try to drive himself. Nobody wants that.”

Stevie looked to Rogue and then back to the diminutive woman clinging to her hand. “Uh, that’s fine. I’m just staying with Rogue for a short time. He’s doing me a favor and letting me crash in his spare room.”

Misty winked then patted her hand. “I know how those Steele twins are. Casanovas the both of them.” She laughed and shook her head. “There ain’t no shame in getting caught up in those pretty eyes of theirs. Lots of us women fall for those chocolate brown beauties.”

Jealousy shot through Stevie at the thought of the petite woman sleeping with Rogue. It shouldn’t bother her, it’s not like she was in a relationship with the man. Even if she wanted one. 

“Misty.” Rogue’s voice held a warning. “Did Dad have a reason for wanting to stop by?” He stood behind Stevie  and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her  into his embrace, he tucked his chin on her shoulder. The move was clearly claiming her in front of the other woman.  

Misty shook her head and grinned. “You know how he gets sometimes. Archie came thundering into the den and threw down his jacket and said he was going to ‘Mac’s house to watch college football.’” Misty was putting away groceries as she spoke. 

Stevie felt like she should be doing something to help. She started to move away from Rogue, but he tightened his grip. She smiled and turned to kiss his cheek when her burner cell rang. That was odd. 

He looked at his father’s assistant. “College football season is over. He probably forgot about it before he got here. He seems happy to be watching game shows.” 

After pulling the cell from her pocket she looked at the number. Only two people would have this number: Rogue and Detective Martin. Usually, he just texted code for times of meetings. The screen read “Anonymous” and that gave her pause. Hitting the button, she brought the phone to her ear but didn’t speak.

“Thanks for answering bitch. Now I can track you down and finish you off.” 

Her body began to shake, and her vision became fuzzy around the edges. 

“You’ll never be out of my reach.” 

The line went dead. The phone slipped from her numb fingers to clatter to the floor.





I was born and raised in southern West Virginia. At eighteen, I married a man I met in college and even though we went our separate ways, he gave me two wonderful children. I've always loved reading and I'd write poems and short stories for as long as I could hold a crayon, pen or pencil. Once I realized I could self-publish I got excited and started writing down the stories of my characters that live in my head. When I'm not writing my husband and I can the vegetables we grow in our garden, take care of our pet chickens or play with our two cats.


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Wednesday, January 19, 2022

BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY ~ For the Strange and Surprising: Where the Mongrels Are by M.F. Adele


For the Strange and Surprising: Where the Mongrels Are
M.F. Adele
(Where They Are, #1)
Publication date: August 27th 2021
Genres: Adult, Reverse Harem, Romance, Science Fiction

I’m a catastrophe waiting to happen—I always have been.

When a waterspout drops me on the shores of a seemingly deserted island, I soon realize that I’m not on Earth, and I’m not alone.

This new world is full of dangers, from sea monsters and feuding tribes to poisonous food and beasts that lurk in the shadows. None of those things are as dangerous as the Mongrel men appointed to guard and teach me.

All I want to do is go home, but the island has no intentions of letting me leave.

I’ll be forced to interact with total strangers to survive this perilous land surrounded by treacherous waters.

My dreams of happiness sink into the dark depths below as I struggle to save myself from certain death.

The Mongrels will learn that fear makes a person reckless.

My name is Adelaide Storm.
But they’ll call me Ada Stormbrave.

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“That makes me wonder…” I trail off, walking ahead of him. “No, never mind.”

 

“Wonder what?” He grabs my shoulder, spinning me to face him.

 

I want to ask about the other people who were caught in the waterspout with me, but I don’t know if I should.

 

The short answer is I don’t know if I trust him enough to bring it to his attention. The honest answer is, I’m not sure if I can handle being the only one who was dropped into a new world.

 

What if they’re dead? But what if they’ve been lost in the forest for a whole week with no idea of the dangers?

 

I stare at Ecaeris, losing myself in the split colors of his mismatched irises. I try to list the pros and cons, but the cons are vastly outweighed.

 

“What is it?” he demands.

 

I sigh, hanging my head. I should have thought of them sooner. “There were three other people caught in the waterspout with me. I was just wondering, if Spiran used it to bring me here, then where are they?”

 

He gazes at me for much too long before he frowns. His tense shoulders relax a fraction as he turns his head away from me.

 

“I don’t know,” the prince replies, more to himself than me.


Author Bio:

M.F. Adele resides in the outskirts of the Rocket City in Alabama. She lives in her overactive imagination, often fueled by caffeine and no sleep. When she isn’t writing, M.F. is outdoors with her family, obsessing over spicy margaritas and cigars, or reading books by her favorite authors.

If you’re looking for M.F. Adele, you can find her on social media in her group:

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M.F. loves to interact with her readers, hear character theories, and share embarrassing stories.

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BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY ~ The Chosen Twelve by James Breakwell


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This is my post during the blog tour for The Chosen Twelve by James Breakwell. The Hunger Games meets Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy in this breathless survival thriller.

This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours and the tour runs from 18 till 31 January. You can see the tour schedule here.

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The Chosen Twelve
By James Breakwell
Genre: Science Fiction /Thriller
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 18 January 2021
Publisher: Rebellion Publishing

Blurb:
There are 22 candidates. There are 12 seats.

The last interstellar colony ship is down to its final batch of humans after the robots in charge unhelpfully deleted the rest. But rebooting a species and training them for the arduous task of colonisation isn’t easy – especially when the planet below is filled with monsters, the humans are more interested in asking questions than learning, and the robots are all programmed to kill each other.

But the fate of humanity rests on creating a new civilization on the planet below, and there are twelve seats on the lander. Will manipulation or loyalty save the day?

The Hunger Games meets Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy in this breathless survival thriller.
Chapter 13

SIGMA SHOOK OUT her arms and legs at the starting line. This was going to be her year. Not that she had any idea what year it was or when that year might have started.
The annual Not the Death Race wasn’t so much “annual” as semi-random. Sigma hosted it whenever she felt like it had been long enough since the last one. This time, it felt like it had been several lifetimes. In a way, it had. She spent her days living and dying in a virtual world dominated by homicidal kangaroos. The race would be a nice change of pace. It offered the mere possibility of death as opposed to the absolute certainty of it in the simulations. Even real death beat another day at the Table.
“On your mark!” Kappa said.
Sigma crouched in the starting position. She had to be fast off the line. If she wasn’t, Iota might catch her and lock her in a utility closet—again. The first rule of the Not the Death Race was: anything not expressly forbidden was implicitly allowed. The second rule was: know how to break out of a utility closet.
Kappa raised his arm. “Get set!”
Beta put his toe on the starting line. Iota leaned forward.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Epsilon asked.
Sigma sighed. She had picked this start time specifically because Epsilon was supposed to be busy at the Table.
She must have gotten her civilization wiped out faster than usual.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Sigma said.
“Super,” Epsilon said, “because it looks like the Not the Death Race.”
Despite making the organics face their simulated mortality at the Table on a daily basis, SCASL had forbidden
them from engaging in real-life risk-taking behavior, which included roaming the outer halls, whistling while chewing, death races, and—after reviewing Edubot’s files—Not the Death Races. That made Sigma want to have one all the more.
Epsilon looked at the three runners, who were clearly ready to start a race, and Kappa, who was about to send them off.
“What would you call this?” Epsilon asked. “The Not the Not the Death Race,” Sigma said.
“That’s a double negative,” Epsilon said. “That just makes it the Death Race.” “No, it makes it the Not the Not the Death Race,” Sigma said.
They glared at each other.
“It’s okay, babe,” Kappa said. “This is practice for the landing.”
Epsilon whirled to face him.
“Don’t you dare,” she said.
“Seriously,” Kappa said. “I’m training to be a doctor. Where better to practice than at a death race?”
“A Not the Not the Death Race,” Sigma said.
“That’s what I meant,” Kappa said.
When she first started it, Sigma simply called the event the Death Race, but not a single other organic signed
up. Then she changed the name to Not the Death Race, and a handful of brave souls volunteered. It was exactly the same race. It all came down to branding. The Not the Not the Death Race continued in that proud tradition.
“If SCASL asks, I was never here,” Epsilon said.
“We all wish you were never here,” Sigma muttered.
Kappa gave Epsilon a quick kiss on the cheek. She shot Sigma one last derisive glance and left.
Sigma was surprised to feel sad to see her go. More than anything, Sigma wanted an audience. In years when
the Not the Death Race wasn’t banned, all of the organics would be at the starting line to watch. It was Sigma’s only chance to show off, even if no one could see her past the first straight away. Most of the action took place in the outer halls, where Sigma could jump and tumble her way through a seemingly impossible series of obstacles. She wasn’t smart like Rho or a leader like Epsilon or even a fashion diva like Tau or Omicron. All she had was parkour, and the only chance she had to use it was when she created the opportunity herself. After weeks of getting torn apart by hostile marsupials, she had never wanted to hurdle inanimate objects more.
Kappa dropped his arm.
“Go!”
The racers surged across the starting line. Sigma gave Iota a wide berth so Iota couldn’t drag her off and
lock her in another closet. Sigma was confident she wouldn’t let that happen to herself again, but she had spent months practicing how to hack open locked doors just in case.
The three ran down the hall on deck twelve, then hit the first stairwell. Iota was in the lead, with Beta not far behind. Sigma brought up the rear. She wasn’t worried. She hated the non-obstacle portion of this obstacle course. Her time to shine was when stuff was in her way.
As they ran, Sigma couldn’t help but feel like the course was empty. In previous races, Phi and Omicron would sometimes participate, but this year, it looked like SCASL’s warning had kept them away. Either that or they just didn’t feel like risking life and limb for nothing more than bragging rights, even if Sigma knew those were the greatest prize of all. Pain was temporary, but gloating was forever. Or until the next Not the Not the Death Race, whichever came first.
Two stories down, Beta exited the stairwell and nearly collided with Upsilon, who dove against the wall. “Sorry,” Upsilon said.
Beta kept going without comment. Sigma shrugged apologetically at Upsilon as she passed, even though
she didn’t have to. Not the Not the Death Race participants always had the right of way.
Finally, the course took them through a bot maintenance bay. Sigma hurdled large pieces of equipment
while Iota and Beta carefully maneuvered around them. Sigma took the lead. Her heart pounded. She felt alive.
Two corridors later, Sigma reached the edge of the colony ship. Beyond the final doorway were the outer halls, where the real danger began. Sigma flung open the door and launched herself through it. Iota was half a stride behind her.
Their footsteps echoed down the empty walkway. Sigma couldn’t hear Beta. Either he had gotten lost or had deliberately taken an alternate route. As long as he got to the turnaround point, that was legal, just like pretty much everything else.
Sigma skidded to a halt. Iota ran into her back.
“Hey, what gives?” Iota said.
Then she saw it. Straight ahead, a scorpion-like science bot took up the entire hall.
“Don’t move,” Sigma whispered. “I think it sees us.”
The science bot’s many legs clattered in their direction. Iota turned and ran. Sigma charged forward and
planted one foot on the science bot’s back, springing over it.
The science bot swung its pneumatic stinging tail, narrowly missing Sigma as she sailed past. She hit the
ground running.
“No fair!” Iota yelled from somewhere far behind.
“Go whine in a utility closet!” Sigma shouted back. She had this race in the bag. She slowed down a little. Around the next bend, she hit a section of hall where the floor had collapsed, revealing the level below. She
could drop down to the next floor and run, or she could swing across the pipes on the ceiling like monkey bars. That was a no-brainer. She always went with the option that took more upper body strength.
Her shoulders burned as she moved hand over hand across the gap. She looked down. Beta jogged underneath her on the level below.
“Where did you come from?” Sigma shouted.
“Your nightmares!” Beta shouted back.
Thanks to all his distance runs, Beta knew the outer halls better than anyone but Delta. Leave it to him to find a short cut. Or, more likely, a long cut that involved more running and less jumping and sliding, which were never his strengths. Sigma pushed on. She would win this the right way or not at all.
She landed on the other side of the gap and ran. One staircase and two hallways later, she reached the turnaround point. It was a wall of colorful vending machines, all of which were empty and heavily damaged. One was smashed completely flat. It must have mouthed off to the wrong digital. It never paid to argue with a lifting bot, even if you were right. Sigma always came out in advance to place the unique items each racer had to recover to prove they made it this far. This year, she opted for large, green carbonized bolts. She didn’t tell Iota, but she found them in the same utility closet where she had been locked the previous year. Winning with one of those in her hand would be the ultimate revenge. But first she had to catch Beta. One bolt was gone, and Beta was nowhere to be seen. She had to make up ground.
Sigma started back by a different route. She couldn’t take the monkey bar pipe section right then. Her arms needed a break. Hallway after hallway, she hurdled obstacles, but she still couldn’t see Beta. She was going to lose for a second year in a row. Unless...
No. She couldn’t do that. Winning wasn’t worth dying for.
What was she saying? Of course it was.
Sigma took a hard left.
She found herself in complete darkness in what she knew was a massive room. With soft, hesitant steps, she
began to cross. She held her breath. If she was quiet enough, she might make it to the empty elevator shaft on the other side without getting caught. She was overdue for some good luck.
A beam of light burst into existence, blinding her. She held up her arm to shield her eyes.
Something hit Sigma from the side. She cried out as she fell to the floor. A heavy mass landed on top of her. Half a second later, Sigma heard a deafening crunch of metal on metal. It was the bulldozer bot that called
this room home. It had missed her by the slimmest of margins.
Sigma looked up to see the faint outline of Iota’s face staring back at her. Iota had tackled her out of harm’s way.
“You saved me,” Sigma said.
“Shhh,” Iota said.
The bulldozer bot backed up from the wall. Iota rose to a crouch and darted across the room. Sigma
followed. They ducked behind a pile of crushed metal. The beam of light swung wide as the bot pivoted, searching for them.
The beam hit the pile of crushed metal. Sigma closed her eyes. The light moved on.
Iota hurled a rubber ball across the cavernous room. It landed behind the bulldozer bot and bounced. The bulldozer bot whipped around to chase it.
“Now,” Iota whispered.
Iota and Sigma ran to the elevator shaft. The bulldozer bot turned around. Iota hit the button to open the double doors.
Nothing happened.
“Oh, crap,” Iota said.
The bulldozer bot charged.
Sigma popped off the panel beside the door and began twisting wires. She had practiced this obsessively, but
mainly on utility closets. Hopefully elevator doors worked the same way. The bot’s beam of light lit up the doorway. It was right on top of them. The doors slid open.
“In!” Sigma yelled.
She jumped through the door, pulling Iota with her. Sigma hammered the console on the other side. The doors snapped closed.
WHAM.
A giant bulge formed in the metal doors as the bulldozer bot smashed into them.
“Climb,” Sigma said.
Sigma’s arms were still exhausted, but her adrenaline gave her renewed strength. She and Iota scampered up the sides of the empty shaft. Sigma had no idea where the elevator had gone. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing that could leave on its own, but as with the science bots with stingers, she found it was best not to ask any questions.
The bulldozer bot rammed the doors again and again. On the fourth strike, the doors blew off their tracks. The bulldozer bot squeezed into the bottom of the shaft.
Sigma climbed onto a ledge at a doorway three stories up. She reached back and pulled up Iota. They sat on the edge with their feet dangling off, breathing heavily.
The bulldozer pivoted in place angrily. It rotated its searchlight up to face them. Iota hit the light dead center with her green bolt, shattering the glass.
“Nice shot,” Sigma said.
“Thanks,” Iota said.
Slowly, the bulldozer bot backed out of the elevator shaft to await the next lifeform dumb enough to cross through its lair.
“You were crazy to take that short cut,” Iota said.
“You were crazy to follow me,” Sigma said.
Iota shrugged. “It was that or lose.”
Sigma hacked the panel next to the door. It opened easily. She realized she was good at this, even in the
dark. Maybe parkour wasn’t her only skill.
She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the bright hall.
“You sacrificed your rubber ball for me,” Sigma said.
“I have more,” Iota said. “Drives Edubot nuts. She’ll never find them all.”
The two stood silently for a moment.
“Well,” Sigma said.
“Yeah,” Iota said.
They sprinted down the hall.
It was a photo finish. Kappa said it was a tie, but Iota gave the win to Sigma. Sigma was gracious in victory.
She only bragged a few dozen times. Kappa did his best to treat their cuts and bruises, and for the most part, he did a decent job. He was the only organic Sigma knew of who could ply his trade at the Table and in real life.
“Where’s Beta?” Kappa asked when he was done with them.
“He’ll be here,” Sigma said.
Two hours passed. Kappa left for his next session at the Table. There was still no sign of Beta.
“Do you think he’s okay?” Sigma asked.
“No,” Iota said.
Finally, when they were ready to form a search party, Beta limped into view, supported by Delta. She was
the last person Sigma expected to see. “Did you lose this?” Delta asked. Sigma ran up and hugged Beta. Beta pushed her off.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Really.” He was dragging one foot. “You had a huge lead,” Iota said. “What happened?” “A mobile cold storage unit,” Delta said.
Sigma punched Beta playfully in the arm. Beta winced. “You got beat up by a fridge,” she said.
“They’re smarter than they look,” Beta said.
Delta helped Beta sit down.
“That was dumb,” Delta said. “Really, truly, utterly, completely dumb. You guys have no business being in
the outer halls.”
Sigma and Iota exchanged a glance.
“We handled ourselves okay,” Iota said.
“One-third of your racers almost died,” Delta said.
“But they didn’t,” Sigma said. “Thanks to you.”
“Yeah,” Iota said. “You’re, like, the lifeguard of the outer halls. First Gamma, now Beta.” Sigma gave Delta a friendly push. Delta didn’t budge. That girl was solid.
“If you’re not careful, you’ll get a reputation for helping people,” Sigma said.
“Good thing no one will find out about this,” Beta said from the floor.
“I don’t care about my reputation,” Delta said.
“I care about mine,” Beta said. “I’m training for defense. I can’t let everyone know I got beat up...” “By a walking fridge?” Iota finished.
“Technically, it was a freezer,” Delta said. “And it didn’t have legs. It rolled.”
“Seriously, guys, you can’t tell anyone,” Beta said.
Sigma and Iota exchanged another look.
“Fine,” they said together.
“Delta?” Beta asked.
“You’re awfully demanding for someone I just saved.”
“Please,” Beta begged.
“Fine,” Delta said. “I won’t tell anyone. Under one condition.”
“What?” Beta asked.
“No more Not the Death Races,” Delta said. “That goes for all of you.”
“This was the Not the Not the Death Race,” Sigma said.
“No more Not the Not the Death Races,” Delta said.
“No more Not the Not the Death Races,” Sigma agreed.
Until next year.

Excerpted with permission from The Chosen Twelve by James Breakwell. © 2022 James Breakwell. Solaris, and imprint of Rebellion Publishing.

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James Breakwell is a professional comedy writer and amateur father of four girls, ages ten and under. He is best known for his family humor Twitter account @XplodingUnicorn, which has more than a million followers. He has published three comedy parenting books that explore hot button issues like the benefits of doing as little as possible and the best ways to protect your child from zombie attacks. His fourth book, Prance Like No One’s Watching: A Guided Journal for Exploding Unicorns, teaches kids to find humor in the world around them while also avoiding the undead. The Chosen Twelve will be James' science fiction debut. He lives in Indiana, US.

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Thursday, January 6, 2022

COVER REVEAL ~ Wolf Hunter by Harper A. Brooks


Title: Wolf Hunter
Author: Harper A. Brooks
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Publication Date: April 28th, 2022
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Falling for her target wasn’t part of the plan.

Tasha Ward exists as a phantom. Drifting from place to place, she can blend in to the point of invisibility—a trait highly useful for a deadly assassin like her. But after years of perfecting her skills, she wants to be seen.

No… It’s more than that. She wants the alpha of the murderous Redcliff wolf pack to look her in the eye as she plunges her knife straight through his heart.

Traveling deep into the pack’s territory alone, Tasha’s prepared for war... until she finally faces the pack’s ruggedly sexy leader and does the one thing she’s never done before. Hesitate. 

As the new alpha, Reid Holden doesn't agree with many of the traditions his father believed in. Such as taking a woman to sacrifice once a year. Unfortunately, being on top means you’re always a target, and there are venomous snakes everywhere. Even in his own family.

Tasha’s meant to be another enemy, but Reid is finding it impossible to hate her. It doesn’t help that his wolf has already claimed her as its own. She may want him dead, but she may be the one person he’ll end up risking everything for.

Sizzling romance meets pulse-pounding suspense in Wolf Hunter, the latest gripping novel from USA Today Bestselling Author Harper A. Brooks!


  




Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn't creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.

She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance.

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BOOK BLITZ & GIVEAWAY ~ A Shifter’s Choice by Debbie Cassidy


A Shifter’s Choice
Debbie Cassidy
(Wolves of Hawthorne Cove, #5)
Publication date: January 6th 2022
Genres: Adult, Reverse Harem, Romance, Urban Fantasy

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m hoping that isn’t the case for me

I’m the spawn of darkness, and the news has spread, making me a target for forces designed to protect this world.

I can’t be a danger to the people I love.

I need to fight.

I need to master the power inside me and prove I’m not the monster they believe me to be.

But when the tiniest slip can unleash the darkness, every choice matters.

I just hope I make the right ones.

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I was back in the house. The house where I killed the innocent man. Why was I back here?

This was all wrong.

I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be walking toward the kitchen. I didn’t want to see what I’d done, but my feet drew me down the hallway and through the door into the dimly lit kitchen.

I expected to see the man on the ground, dagger in his chest where I’d put it. But the dagger was in my grip and the man stood staring at me, torchlight in one hand, plate of sandwiches in the other.

Oh, God. No. Not again.

The man let out a bellow and charged.

Drop the dagger.

Drop it.

But the damn thing was welded to my palm and my hand was coming up in an effort to warn him off and his gurgle of pain was all I could hear.

“No!” I backed away as he fell to the ground.

Dead.

“No, no, no.”

“Such a shame,” a voice drawled behind me.

I turned to find Tate leaning against the doorjamb.

He smirked. “He was a good man, you know. Did a ton of charity work in his younger years.”

The way he spoke…The inflection in his tone… “You’re not Tate.”

His smile widened. “No, my child. I’m not.”

The taint. How could she be here? I was mated to three Faoladh and those bonds were supposed to keep her out of my head.

“Maybe if you hadn’t done what you did…” She shrugged.

Shit, had I spoken out loud? Did I even need to for her to hear me in this dreamscape?

The taint pushed off the doorframe and sauntered into the room. Tate’s form slipped away with each step until she was standing by the dead body in the form I recognized. Her dark hair spilled down her shoulders and her figure-hugging dress writhed with shadows.

“You killed this poor innocent man.” Her mouth turned down and she shook her head. “You killed him in cold blood.”

Guilt clawed at my chest. “I didn’t know…it was an accident.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

I pressed my lips together. “You’re right. There is no excuse. I killed him and I have to live with that guilt for the rest of my life.”

“But that’s just it, sweetheart, you don’t. You don’t have to live with any guilt. We are apex predators, powerful and untouchable. There is no room for guilt in our hearts. Once you accept that, you can be free.” She shrugged. “Humans are lesser. Cattle to be culled. Would you feel guilt over wringing a chicken’s neck?”

“Humans aren’t chickens.”

“Aren’t they?” She arched a brow. “Humans are nothing compared to you and me. We are more. Evolved. Superior.”

“Killers.” The word was bitter on my tongue. “You’re a killer. A murderer. I’m nothing like you.”

“You are everything like me. You’re made from me. You belong to me, and nothing you do will change that.”

Rage born of frustration ignited in my chest. “What do you fucking want from me?”

She blinked sharply. “I want…”

I curled my hands into fists, nails biting into my palms. “What? What do you want?”

“I want you to stop fighting and accept the inevitable. I want you to be who you were meant to be.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

Once again that strange look came over her face, one that on anyone else I’d have labeled confusion. “My daughter…” She frowned. “Mine. I’m the only one who’ll accept you for who you truly are.”

Panic heated my chest because there was way too much sincerity in her tone and there was no denying the tug of twisted longing in my chest.

I staunched it, gritting my teeth and shaking my head. “Bullshit. My mates accept me. Tate accepts me.”

Her lips curved in a knowing smile. “For now. But things change. You’ll change. That part, my child, is inevitable, and when it happens, you’ll see that their love isn’t as unconditional as you believe it to be. When that time comes, I’ll be there just as I’ve always been. But for now, it’s time to wake up. Time to take another step toward your fate.”


Author Bio:

Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head - in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.

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