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Release Blitz & Giveaway! The Song of the Wild Geese by India Millar!

 

 

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The Song of the Wild Geese by India Millar
Series The Geisha Who Ran Away Book One
Genre Adult Historical Romance
Publisher Red Empress Publishing
Publication Date January 8, 2018


Amazon https://amzn.to/2SFQt14


*Title available in the Kindle Unlimited program.

 

 


Terue. The girl who was plucked from obscurity to become the most sought after geisha in Edo’s Floating World. The geisha who was so beautiful and talented that one of the richest nobles in Japan desired her as his wife.

 

But Terue wanted more from life, and was willing to risk everything to get it. Pregnant with her lover’s child and knowing that the disgrace would mean certain death for both her and her unborn child, Terue makes the devastating choice to flee Japan on the day her daughter – Kazhua, The Geisha with the Green Eyes – was born and changes both their destinies forever.

 


Blitz Wide GIVEAWAY!

 

To celebrate the release of THE SONG OF THE WILD GEESE by India Millar, we're giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner!

 

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GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS: Open internationally. One winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Red Empress Publishing. Giveaway ends 1/11/2019 @ 11:59pm EST. Limit one entry per reader. Duplicates will be deleted.

 

 

 


INDIA MILLAR started her career in heavy industry at British Gas and ended it in the rarefied atmosphere of the British Library. She now lives on Spain’s glorious Costa Blanca North in an entirely male dominated household comprised of her husband, a dog, and a cat. In addition to historical romances, India also writes popular guides to living in Spain under a different name. Her Romance Noir series is highlighted on her website.



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Release Day Release Blitz! Rescuing Mercy (Special Forces: OperationAlpha) Harley Stone!

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Welcome, Readers! Today, we are celebrating the release of Rescuing Mercy by Harley Stone! Enjoy!


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ABOUT THE BOOK

 


Landon’s been searching for redemption, but he never expected to find Mercy.

Tragedy drove Landon Welch to enlist in the Army with no plans of returning home. After serving seven years as a combat medic, he's teetering on the edge of burnout when ordered to take leave and confront his demons.

 

Preschool director Mercedes Foster has dedicated her life to brightening the futures of low-income children. She’s intelligent, driven, and avoiding distractions, especially one sexy soldier with questionable motives. But when Mercy’s brother gets mixed up in trouble that could endanger her cause and risk her life, Landon might be just the complication she needs to survive.

 

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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43152267-rescuing-mercy-special-forces

 

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Rescuing Mercy takes place in Susan Stoker’s Operation Alpha World and is the 1st book in Harley Stone’s Special Forces series which is a spinoff of the Dead Presidents MC series.


Operation Alpha

 

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18321235.Operation_Alpha

 

Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Operation-Alpha/e/B07GK4G8W6/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_2

 


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AVAILABLE in ebook

 

Universal Amazon Link: https://amzn.to/2V1nvu8

 


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EXCERPT

 

 

“Come in.”


I wasn’t about to step foot in his personal space, but I did open the door to relay his mom’s message only to get an eyeful of his gloriously naked back. Landon’s shoulders were wide and muscular, tapering to a narrow waist. He wasn’t bodybuilder big, but the corded back muscle and well-defined biceps spoke of a practical strength. Landon’s muscles had come from hard work and training. Not only was his body well-built and beautiful, but it was also marked up with a few scars and some breathtaking ink. Wings were tattooed on the backs of his arms and he had some sort of medical insignia on his back. A hardhat was perched on the top of the insignia, with the American flag waving behind it.


Back to the door, he was searching through his closet.

“Almost ready, Mom. Just need to grab a shirt.”


I didn’t correct him, didn’t say a damn thing, as I continued to stare, memorizing every muscle, every line of his ink. His body was beautiful in the way I imagined a gun would be: deadly, powerful, and sleek. I was no virgin, but the few men I’d been with hadn’t been built like Landon, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped in those arms.


“Mercy?”


He’d removed a shirt from its hanger and was holding it as he glanced over his shoulder, breaking me out of my lust-induced trance. My gaze darted up to his face. He was watching me.


“S-sorry to interrupt,” I stammered, sounding like a complete idiot. “Your mom wanted me to let you know that dinner’s ready.”


He spun around to face me, giving me a full view of his chiseled chest covered in even more ink, lined abs, and an incredible V that led down to the waistband of his low-riding jeans. I was trying not to stare, but I couldn’t help myself. Landon’s body was built for sex. He finally broke the trance I was in by pulling his shirt over his arms and working the buttons. Grateful for the cotton now covering his nakedness, I sought out his face again.


“See something you like?” he asked, the left corner of his lips sliding up in a panty-dropping smirk.


Embarrassed, and refusing to let him know I found him attractive, I scanned his room searching for something I could use to form a reply. My gaze stopped on the awards hanging above his bookshelf. “Yes. I had no idea you were good at science and math. Those awards are pretty impressive. Good job.”


Oh, God, kill me now.

 

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Harley Stone is a lover of animals, books, dark chocolate, and red wine. She’s always up for a good adventure (real or fictional), and when she’s not building imaginary worlds, she’s dipping her toes into reality in southwest Washington with her husband and their boys.


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Release Blitz! Winter Fire (Coldharbour Chronicles #3) Richard Amos!

 

 

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Good Morning, Readers! Thanks for joining us today as we celebrate the release of Winter Fire – the 3rd book in the Coldharbour Chronicles by Richard Amos! Enjoy!

 

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Winter Fire by Richard Amos
Series Coldharbour Chronicles Book three
Genre Adult Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Romance
Publisher Independent
Publication Date December 7, 2018


Out of the frying pan, into the damn inferno!

Who is the white eye guy? How can Jake Winter save the city of Coldharbour from its curse? So many questions, yet still no answers. And then there is the whole complication with Dean…

 

Evil is rising…

Lilisian, the beast Supreme, is free. Worst luck! Jake Winter and his friends are desperate to stop her, but she hasn’t been seen since her last brief appearance. All over the city ritual sacrifices are taking place, praising her name, her followers waiting for her to fully rise to her true power.

 

The clock is ticking…

Jake has to kill Lilisian. There’s no two ways about it. If she is restored to her deadly glory, she’ll be a threat like no other beast he has faced yet. But life is always far from easy. Lilisian has a pet that she has just let off the leash…

When a dragon takes to the skies of Coldharbour, Jake will need to summon all his strength before everything he is trying to protect goes down in flames…

A dark urban fantasy tale with kick-ass action and slow-burn m/m romance.


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Goodreads  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42092593-winter-fire

 

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Riffle - https://www.rifflebooks.com/books/1031552

 

 

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Winter Fire is the 3rd book in the Coldharbour Chronicles.

 

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/series/244751-coldharbour-chronicles

 


1 Winter Rising
2 Winter Shadows
3 Winter Fire

 



4 Winter Blood (February 1, 2019)

 

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“What the hell was that?” I yelped.


“My fucking car!” Greg boomed.


Yeah, maybe he should start using old bangers for patrols.


A deep keening came from the dark road, my sparks spitting in reaction to the horrible, mournful sound. Through the messed-up windscreen, I could see something pale moving in the dark.


I opened my door, my friends doing the same.


“Okay,” Nay drawled. “This is a new one.”


The first thing I noticed about the white creature was the pear shape of its body—small head and upper region, a swollen lower region. Its arms were tiny, like a T-Rex, and the paleness of its skin was as white as freshly fallen snow.


The creature howled in despair.


The second thing I noticed, which I couldn’t quite believe, were the coal eyes, the carrot nose, and the black blobs down its front in a straight line that looked like buttons.


“I’m asleep, right?” I said.


“That can’t be a carrot,” Greg added.


What differentiated this beast from being a cute snowman on the front lawn was the wide mouth that almost split its small head in half. There were no lips, just lines of black and rows of black shards ready to rip flesh from bone.


And it had legs—two kangaroo-looking pins.


I sighed. “I’m so not in the bloody mood for this.”


Nay had her phone up, quickly scanning the beast into the app she’d created regarding beast knowledge.


The beast whined, taking some steps back.


I approached.


“Careful,” Greg said, jutting a muscular arm out to halt me. “Don’t ever get sucked into the scaredy-cat crap, mate.”


There were no amber ribbons of light to see around the snowman—an indication of beast fear to my eyes.


Another howl of sorrow.


“That’s not snow,” Dean said. “Can you smell that?”


“What?” I wondered.


“Lilies.”


I sniffed deep. There, on the cold air, I could smell the sweet scent of funeral homes. “I hate lilies.”


“Me too.”


The snowman howled once more and pounced. Bloody hell! It went high on those bouncy legs. It came crashing down on the Mercedes, caving in the roof.

Greg roared and threw himself at the snowman. His fist met solidity, the side of the beast cracking ever so slightly under the power of his punch. With swiftness I wasn’t expecting, the beast kicked Greg in the chest and sent him sprawling on the asphalt.


It leapt into the air, aiming its body right for me. Crap. I rolled in time to avoid the crushing of my bones.


Nay threw a potion vial. It exploded into a green fire, spiraling around the freaky creature, but failing to do anything. The snowman jumped into a dropkick. Nay was quick to avoid a hit … just.


Greg was fuming, thankfully unhurt for now. He’d feel it when the rage cooled down.


“Get on Dean’s shoulders!” Nay called.


“What?”


Dean’s head was between my legs, and I was lifted into the air. He held me by the thighs, and my dick throbbed inappropriately at the firmness of his grip.


The snowman was bouncing after Greg, who was calling it every name under the sun as he swung punches and avoided getting kicked again.


Nay ran to me and Dean. “Ready?”


I swallowed. “For what?”


“Dean’s gonna throw you.”


“I am?” Dean said.


“I thought we were on the same page seeing you’re between his legs.”


I blushed.


“Didn’t want to debate it,” Dean replied. “I just did it.”


God! Could he feel my boner on the back of his head? I wanted to get down.


You mean go down!


Stupid inner voice! This was not the time for this bollocks.


“Throw him, and I’ll aim him for the head,” Nay said.


“Oh, my God!”


Dean squeezed my thighs a little tighter.


“I’ve got a spell that should work.”


Greg got in a nice smack to the beast’s solid belly, a fracture line appearing across the white. The snowman howled and bounced away some feet, hopping from foot to foot once it was back on the ground.


“Should?” Dean said.


“We have one shot at this,” Nay answered. “While Greg’s pissing it off.”


Oh, shit.


“You ready, Jake?” Dean asked.


No. “Y-yes.”


“Get those hands ready,” Nay said. “You’re gonna have to work fast.”


“If I miss?”


“Don’t.”


Dean straightened and started to walk toward the beast.


“You fuck with my car, I fuck you up!” Greg roared. “Come on! Let’s be having ya!”


“In three,” Nay said, “charge and throw.”


Bloody hell! My lips were dry, my stomach doing loops. I could barely hear her counting or feel the speed of Dean’s charge.


Before I could blink, I was flying through the air at the snowman beast made of marble, magic tickling at my belly from Nay’s spell. If I missed, I’d smash my teeth out, break my nose and basically be a mess on the floor and then be kicked away or stomped on, a mushy mess of—


My hands were on the snowman’s head. Another part of me, the non-neurotic quarter—a.k.a. wannabe bad-arse—had taken over.


The terrible keening rang in my ears before the silence engulfed me in the place of beast essence.


Killing touch delivered, I enjoyed the sensation of feeding and did my best to hide the raging boner in my jeans. What with Dean having been in close proximity, and the fact that killing beasts made me inexplicably horny, it was straining to escape the confines of denim.


You can stay where you bloody well are! I told it.


Once my composure was restored to a degree of normality, I took in the scene. Greg’s car was completely written off. No way were we going home in the comfy, new Mercedes.


Greg was raging. He ripped off a wing mirror and smashed it on the road, proceeding to do the same to the other one.


“Thanks, Karla,” Nay said into her phone and hung up. “Mr. Douglas is coming to pick us up.”


“Motherfuckingbullshithellbollocks!” Greg boomed.


“Nice work, you two,” Nay said.


I didn’t realize Dean was standing next to me. I turned to look at him to find he was staring right at me.


I offered him a smile, and he averted his gaze.


My shoulders sagged. A good old curl-up under the duvet, with the world being shut away, was just what I needed.


And a cold shower.


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RICHARD AMOS is an author from England who is constantly lost in the worlds he writes about, and the ones in the queue yet to be written. He also has more books in his house than anything else, and is never without a book (and chocolate) in his hands when he's not writing. He's a proud nerd who loves to dance. Hard. Richard writes kick-ass Urban Fantasy with gay male protagonists, all with good doses of action, adventure and m/m romance. He also writes High Fantasy.

 

 

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Release Blitz & Giveaway with Excerpt! The Weird Girls (Weird Girls #.5) Cecy Robson!

 

 

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Good Morning, Readers! Today we are blitzing you with the new release of The Weird Girls by Cecy Robson! Enjoy & don’t forget to enter the GIVEAWAY!

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK

 

 

THE WEIRD GIRLS
by Cecy Robson
Weird Girls, #0.5
Publication Date: December 28, 2018
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy, Romance, Standalone

 

SYNOPSIS:

 

Celia Wird and her three sisters are just like other 20-something girls—with one tiny exception: they’re products of a backfired curse that has given each of them unique powers that make them, well, a little weird…


The Wird sisters are different from every race on earth—human and supernatural. When human society is no longer an option for them, they move in among the resident vampires, werebeasts, and witches of the Lake Tahoe region. Could this be the true home they’ve longed for? Um, not quite. After the sisters accidentally strip a witch of her powers in a bar brawl, they soon realize the mistake will cost them. Because to take on a witch means to take on her coven. And losing the battle isn’t an option.

 

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#Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2FUqQaX

 

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Romance.io - https://www.romance.io/books/5c247a5601dbc864fb96d1a4/the-weird-girls-cecy-robson

 

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The Weird Girls is #.5 in the Weird Girls series!

 

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/series/81434-weird-girls

 


.3 Gone Hunting
.4 A Cruse Awakened
.5 The Weird Girls
1 Sealed with a Curse
2 A Cursed Embrace
2.5 A Cursed Moon
3 Cursed by Destiny
4 A Cursed Bloodline
5 A Curse Unbroken
6 Of Flame and Promise
7 Of Flame and Light
8 Of Flame and Fate

 

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AVAILABLE in print or ebook


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Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2BNtjQx


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Chapter One


The music pounded hard enough to shake Emme’s fuzzy navel, the umbrella in Shayna’s piña colada, Taran’s martini, and my Corona. I’d shoved pieces of cocktail napkin into my über sensitive ears the moment we sat. But I wasn’t going to complain about the eardrum-busting music or the crowd of young men sitting across from us ogling my sisters. We were there to celebrate.


Two years had passed since we’d left our native New Jersey. Two years of roaming the States as travelling nurses. Two years of searching for a place to settle down. We’d stumbled into the Lake Tahoe region when our agency transferred us to a local hospital on temporary assignment. We’d thought it would be fun to check out the area. We hadn’t expected to fall in love with the lush forests, the breathtaking mountains, or the mysticism of the lake. But we had, and collectively agreed to make it our home sweet home.


Shayna raised her girly drink; her blue eyes and grin sparkled despite the dimness in the booth. “To the Wird Girls finding an awesome place to live,” she hiccupped.


“To a thirty-year mortgage and a shitload of remodeling,” Taran muttered. She tried to complain, but couldn’t hide that siren grin that made males trip over their erections. She was happy to settle down, and she damn well knew it.


“To beautiful Lake Tahoe,” Emme added almost silently. She blushed when I glanced her way. I’d like to say she was just tipsy, but no. Emme blushed as easily as the wind blew fireflies. “W-well it is beautiful here, Celia.”


“I know, sweetie.” I tapped my bottle against her frou-frou drink. “Salud.”


I polished off my beer. It was my sixth round, still no buzz. Then again I could chug a keg. Alcohol had no effect on me. My lightweight sisters already slurred their words after three. In their defense, they didn’t have an inner beast with the metabolism of four linebackers to help them out. The waitress rushed over and slapped another Corona down before I could ask and hurried off. I snagged it before it tipped over. Ordinarily one might think of her as a diligent, fast, hardworking, go-getter―nah, she was just scared I’d eat her. Humans never knew what we were, yet they perceived we weren’t anything like them. They didn’t need the amplified senses of preternaturals to know we were different. Problem was, different didn’t appeal to most. And “weird” just plain terrified.
“Oh my goodness,” Emme said. “You didn’t even peek her way or anything.”


My sisters had definitely received the less-daunting side of our backfired curse. I pushed my long hair from my face and shrugged. After years of being feared, I was almost used to it. Almost. “I don’t think tigers have to necessarily look at their prey to scare them.”


Emme placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. The jarring club lights further lightened her fair skin and blond hair and bleached out most of her freckles. “It’s not you, Celia. It’s these silly humans who never want to give you a chance. You’re beautiful. And so is your inner golden tigress.”


Taran rolled her huge blue eyes. “Tigers are beautiful, Emme. But most people aren’t stupid enough to pet one.” She sipped her martini as she gave me the once-over. “Or piss one off.”


Or date one, I thought to myself, taking in the frat boys on spring break continuing to stare and whisper about my sisters.


“Adriana Lima is mine,” one said of Taran.


“I’ll take the blonde,” the other murmured.


“I’ll go with the cute brunette with the ponytail.”


“Hey, I called dibs on her first,” his friend complained.


There were four of them. Four of us. One of the guys fighting over Shayna had taken an interest in me. That is, until he looked at me. Really looked at me. He smiled, but his scent of anticipation and lust quickly evaporated, replaced by the aroma of fear. He’d seen beyond my green eyes, olive skin, and long wavy hair to spot the predator lurking within. He saw her ready to pounce, ready to shred, ready to kill. Beautiful or not, tigers had that effect on humans.


Taran shimmied out of the booth. An impressive feat in the tiny, curve-hugging yellow dress she wore. If the hem lay an inch shorter, she’d end up on the Internet. “Shit. I have to pee.”


Shayna grinned at Taran as she ambled out, her eyes alternating from sparkly to glassy. So not a good sign. “I think that’s an oxymoron, dude.” She threw in a giggle, just to further clarify she was snockered.


I shook my head. Emme smiled softly. “I’ll go with Taran.” Emme was only five feet tall, and just shy of a hundred pounds soaking wet and bloated. Taran, although only three inches taller, towered over her in those step ladders she affectionately referred to as “shoes.” Me? Nothing said comfy like jeans, Uggs, and a long-sleeved tee.


The minute they disappeared into the hall leading to the ladies room, one of the good ol’ frat boys approached Shayna, careful to avoid eye contact with me. “Hey, hot stuff. How about a dance?”


Shayna’s glee faded when she realized I’d be alone if she went to dance. I smiled as best I could without scaring her potential date for the evening. “It’s okay. I’ll just hang and wait for Emme. Go on,” I urged when she hesitated.


The guy snaked his arm around Shayna and led her onto the dance floor. Her sleek black ponytail whipped behind her as she shot me one more tentative glance. She watched me for a while. At first I thought she might return to hang with her spinster-in-the-making sister until the call of Beyoncé loosened the hesitant muscles of her slender frame. It didn’t take long for Shayna to move like the world’s happiness depended on her booty shakes. It did, however, take a hell of a long time for Emme and Taran to return from the bathroom. The waitress dropped my eighth beer down just as I spotted Emme’s hands waving madly amidst the crowd forming near the ladies’ room. “Celia! Ceeeeeelia!”


What the hell?


I slipped out of the booth and rushed toward the crowd. The throng of horny and drunken patrons parted as I stalked, my hips swinging like a predator staking out her turf. That’s right. Stay back. Scary female approaching.


As I reached Emme, a deep buzzing sound vibrated from the bathroom, followed by a high-pitched squeal, topped off by Taran’s oh-so colorful language. I half-groaned, half-growled. Crap. How much trouble can someone get into in the bathroom?


I froze. Apparently a lot.


A fiery redhead stomped out of the restroom smelling like burnt toast, sporting a spiky new hairdo most porcupines would envy. I swore under my breath. Taran must have struck her with a mini-bolt of lightning. Her tresses stood out like wires, and the singed tips smoked. And God only knew what Taran had done to the rest of her dress. Scorched pieces of fabric barely covered Red’s pricey and fricasseed bra.


Her crazed eyes scanned the crowd. “Who’s with the slutty brunette?”


Emme glanced my way before raising a cautious hand. “Sh-sh-she’s my sister.”


The redhead stormed to Emme and jabbed an irate finger in her face. “Your sister’s a bitch.”


Maybe. But Emme certainly wasn’t. I shoved my way between them. “Leave her alone, and get out of our way.” My raspy voice remained deceptively calm. Yet Red easily picked up on my underlying threat: Mess with her, mess with me.


Red’s finger slowly lowered and her jaw slackened. She stumbled back, tripping over her feet and shoving her way through the crowd and out the exit. The ladies in line quickly followed suit and gave us ample room to pass. Perhaps there was a nice fir tree they could use out back. Emme stayed close to my heels as I shoved opened the door to the bathroom, her meek little voice shaking. “Should I get Shayna?”


“No, I think―”


My first clue should have been that Taran’s swear words had stopped bouncing off the stark white tiles like ping-pong balls. My second? The waft of dry herbs that filtered into my nose and screamed a warning. Witch. Witch magic. Taran was going head-to-head with an official worship-the-earth-talisman-wearing-broom-humper extraordinaire.


Taran’s blue irises blanched to crystal from the gamut of power tingling around a sandy-haired witch’s aura. “Sandy” smiled though it lacked any hint of warmth, friendliness, or love. In fact, if she was going for, “I’ll skin you alive and use your flesh as bedroom slippers,” one might say she pulled it off.


“Silentio. Non vide,” Sandy muttered, all the while smiling and calling forth her bladder-releasing power.


Knowing Spanish helped me translate the Latin words. Silence and . . . don’t look?


Every muscle and tendon in my body tightened. She’d cast a spell to conceal any sound, any image from the club patrons. Jesus, what did she plan to do?


The aroma of crushed thyme thickened the air as her spell accelerated, coating my taste buds with a hint of her power. Yup, definitely not a good sign. My inner tigress circled restlessly, pawing at my ribcage with her claws, demanding out. “Taran,” I warned, “time to go home.”


Taran met the witch’s smile with one that sent Emme running, hopefully to get Shayna, the car, or both. The heavy door swung shut behind Emme. A loud click told me Sandy locked us in, and anyone who could possibly help us out. Sparks sizzled from the tips of Taran’s elegantly manicured hands as she gathered her magic. “No worries, Ceel. This will only take a minute.”


“Taran,” I warned again. My fangs protruded without my consent.

Another sign proclaiming deep shittiness awaited.


The sparks magnified into mini bolts of lightning as Taran stretched out her fingers. A small funnel of wind gathered around Sandy, sending bits of abandoned toilet paper circling around her. The fluorescent lights hummed and flickered just before everything went black.


“Taran!”


I tackled Taran into the handicapped stall as the equivalent of a supernatural cherry bomb took out the wall instead of my sister. The hole, roughly the size of our new dining room table, gave a great view of the dance floor where Shayna continued to shake her tiny, yet obviously shimmy-able butt. The crowd of onlookers had returned to their drunken debauchery, swallowing poor Emme as she jumped up and down trying futilely to get Mini-Shakira’s attention. It might have been funny, had I not feared we were finally about to die that miserable death we’d spent a lifetime avoiding.


Taran rubbed her head. “Son of a bitch.”


A deep growl thundered in my chest. My tigress eyes replaced my own and locked on the witch’s feet. She casually walked across the checkered floor, her red stilettos clicking like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.


She reeled into the black stall where we lay. Time was up.

For her.


“Well, well―”


I kicked the door right in her face.


She flew backwards into the sink and smashed her head into the mirror. Sometimes, I couldn’t control my strength. Fear of dying in a public bathroom will do that to a gal. I hauled Taran up by her elbow while her latest fan seemed down for the count. The cracks in the mirror spiderwebbed from her bleeding skull. I secretly hoped that since it was technically her head that broke the mirror, the bad luck fell on her.


When Sandy lurched from the sink and a second, equally pissed-off version of herself appeared to block the door leading out, I knew I was very much mistaken. Taran’s head whipped back and forth between them. “It’s the same person,” I snarled. She smelled the same, looked the same, and also bled from her forehead the same way. The only difference was she’d divided her magic in two.


Taran gathered her power once more. “I’ll take the bitch at the door. You take the bitch at the sink.”


Sandy―both of them―surprised me by laughing. “Mures,” they both spat.


That one pretty much got lost in translation. I prowled toward her. My claws shot from my fingers like bullets from a chamber. She didn’t move. She didn’t gather her magic. She didn’t blink. She simply laughed. Either she’d hit her head a little too hard or she didn’t fear us. The latter scared the hell out of me. My beast remained sure we could take her. My human half knew something sinister lurked beneath, bubbling with a touch of dark and a spoonful of evil.


A transparent heaviness filled the air, reeking of garbage and festering meat. The ten plastic soap dispensers lining the wall of the mammoth counter exploded one by one, like a row of bottles being shot to bits. Paper towels fluttered in the air around us like birds. The pipes beneath us clanged and a toilet flushed for no reason.


I hated when my human side was right.


I heard the first squeak and the scratch of tiny clawed feet followed by a few more. A lot more. Taran heard it, too. In her panic, she blasted a bolt of lightning into her psycho witch, taking out the obviously evil tampon dispenser in the far wall. Chunks of cardboard and cotton pelted me in the hair and back, and still I heard the squeaks getting louder, getting closer, getting scurrier.


The Sandy Taran attempted to fight had somehow appeared on the sink next to her other half. She sat on the counter with her legs crossed, swinging them merrily as the result of her enchantment reached a creepy crescendo.


The large brass drain near the sinks began to stir. “Taran. We need to get out of here.”


“Damn it, Celia―”


I clutched her arm when the brass drain tipped and a pink whiskered nose poked through. Mures. . . . Rats.


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Title: The Crane Diaries: Dirty Blood
Author: Apryl Baker
Genre: NA Horror/Paranormal
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Publication Date: December 18th, 2018


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Blurb:


Deep in the swamps of the Louisiana bayou, a horrifying secret lies waiting to be discovered A legend haunts the bayou, a chilling tale of a beast that is born from a curse…the Rougarou.

 

When Emma Rose Crane lets hunter Cass Willow convince her to help him on a ghost hunt, she never imagined she’d be trudging through the swamps, let alone stumbling upon a mess of mangled bodies—or running into the creature responsible for the rotting remains.

 

With no backup available to them, she’s forced to show Cass her demonic side to help them escape, but that’s not the only problem. When the creature attacked them, it infected them with the same curse that drove it mad. There’s only one hope—kill the beast to cure the infection.

 

Time is not on their side as they race to save themselves and discover the truth behind the legend. But first they have to survive the effects of the curse long enough to find the creature and put it down…

 

Before they succumb to the hunger eating them alive.


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Dirty Blood is the 2nd book in The Crane Diaries & is available in print or ebook

 

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So who am I?

 

Well, I’m the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesn’t love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.

 

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