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Tainted Hunter The Huntress Bane Series Book 1 by Derek Shupert Genre: Dark Fantasy

Vampire venom runs through her veins. But in her heart, she’s vowed to kill every last one of them. Lone hunter Amanda burns for revenge. After years of torture at the hands of the bloodsucker king, she’s determined to destroy the creatures who enslaved her. But a pitched battle with her tormentor ends in a stalemate and leaves her alone in the wastelands—grievously wounded. Rescued and healed by a mysterious stranger, Amanda and her new ally set off for the last fortified human city. But when she learns her old nemesis plots to raze it to the ground, she fears she won’t arrive in time to prevent the massacre. Can Amanda find her way to the town before a rabid feeding frenzy decimates the inhabitants? Tainted Hunter is the pulse-pounding first book in the Huntress Bane dark fantasy series. If you like bold heroines, gory combat, and edge-of-your-seat suspense, then you’ll love Derek Shupert’s action-packed tale. Buy Tainted Hunter to wage war on an army of darkness today! ** Only .99 cents Oct 24th – 28th!!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * DerekShupert.com Crimson Thirst The Huntress Bane Series Book 2

Her hands are happily stained with monsters’ blood. But slaying the horde’s leader may require joining the creatures she loathes… Though her vampire heritage fosters mistrust, half-breed hunter Amanda fights for the humans in this fateful war. So when bloodsucking fiends breach the walls of mankind’s last fortress, she ignores the city fathers’ demands and creates a trail of undead carnage. But even she is stunned when a rogue vamp battles by her side to repel the invasion. Convinced this mysterious traitor could be the ally they need to turn the tide, Amanda embarks on a dangerous quest through the wastelands to learn who he is. But with her quarry holed up in a vampire stronghold, there’s every chance she’s walking straight into a trap. Can Amanda survive treachery and manipulation to tip the scales of this conflict, or will she be lured to her death? Crimson Thirst is the savage second book in the Huntress Bane dark fantasy series. If you like gutsy heroines, apocalyptic landscapes, and page-turning action, then you’ll love Derek Shupert’s heart-pounding tale. Buy Crimson Thirst to join the battle against ruthless beasts today! Goodreads * Amazon

Derek Shupert is an emerging Science Fiction Author known for his captivating dystopian storylines and post-apocalyptic-laden plots. With various books and anthologies underway, he is also the author of the Afflicted series and Sentry Squad. Outside of the fantastical world of sci-fi, Derek serves as the Vice President at Woodforest National Bank. During his free time, he enjoys reading, exercising, and watching apocalyptic movies and TV shows like Mad Max and The Walking Dead. Above all, he is a family man who cherishes nothing more than quality time spent with his loved ones. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Standing on the porch, of the ramshackle house, my gaze stays locked on Mathesis’s
shadowy silhouette.
The clear skies overhead allow the radiance of the moon to splash over the vapid lands. It
isn’t much, but enough for me to work with.
“Then come claim your prize, my sweet Amanda.”
His red eyes linger in the darkness. His voice taunts me, and whispers softly in my ears,
trying to distract my thoughts, so I succumb to his devilish desires.
His minions growl and taunt me as well. Pairs of distant red eyes shift within the veil of
night on my left and right.
I twirl the Kukri machete in my hand. If I have to plow through his legion of dead to have
my blade taste Mathesis’s flesh once more, then I shall do it without pause.

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Donn’s Hill The Soul Searchers Mysteries Book 1 by Caryn Larrinaga Genre: Cozy Paranormal Mystery Print Length: 290 pages Publication Date: April 5, 2019

Ghosts. Psychics. Murder. Just another day in Donn’s Hill. Mackenzie Clair needs a fresh start. The death of her father and a broken relationship rendered her old life unlivable. What better place to build a new one than Donn’s Hill, the most haunted town in America and her favorite childhood vacation spot? But returning to Donn’s Hill awakens more than nostalgia. As memories resurface, so does a lost psychic ability to talk to the dead… a power the poltergeist haunting Mac’s apartment is eager to use. Aided by her new roommate—a spirited Tortoiseshell cat named Striker—and the ghost-hunting crew of the Soul Searchers, Mac struggles to control her newfound talents. She’d better get a handle on them fast, because someone in town is hiding a deadly secret. If Mac can’t divine the truth, Donn’s Hill will never be the same. First in a new series, this cozy paranormal mystery was the 2017 winner of the League of Utah Writers Silver Quill award. “A genre-bending gem of a book, cozy meets horror meets cat fancier in a unique town of psychic tourism and ghostly secrets.” -Johnny Worthen, award winning author of THE FINGER TRAP, THE BRAND DEMAND and WHAT IMMORTAL HAND Look for all of Caryn Larrinaga’s spooky mysteries featuring psychic Mac and her spirited tortoiseshell cat, Striker!Goodreads * Amazon

Donn’s Shadow The Soul Searchers Mysteries Book 2 Print Length: 311 pages Publication Date: October 22, 2019

Return to the most haunted small town in America… Mackenzie Clair finally has this whole ghost- hunting psychic thing figured out. The Soul Searchers are a hit, she’s got pet-parenting down, and she even has a plan to banish the poltergeist running amok at a lakeside cabin. Best of all, Donn’s Hill feels like home. But not everyone loves the town as much as Mac. A world-famous paranormal debunker thinks the psychics in Donn’s Hill are lying about their abilities. His determination to destroy the Soul Searchers threatens Mac’s livelihood, and when a killer strikes, the sheriff’s suspicions threaten her freedom. Mac needs all the help she can get to find the real murderer and clear her name… even if that help comes from beyond the grave. Goodreads * Amazon

Caryn Larrinaga is an award-winning mystery, horror, and urban fantasy writer. Her debut novel, Donn’s Hill, was awarded the League of Utah Writers 2017 Silver Quill in the adult novel category and was a 2017 Dragon Award finalist. Watching scary movies through split fingers terrified Caryn as a child, and those nightmares inspire her to write now. Her 90-year-old house has a colorful history, and the creaking walls and narrow hallways send her running (never walking) up the stairs. Exploring her fears through writing makes Caryn feel a little less foolish for wanting a buddy to accompany her into the tool shed. Caryn lives near Salt Lake City, Utah, with her husband and their clowder of cats. She is an active member of the League of Utah Writers and the Utah Chapter of the Horror Writers Association. Visit CarynLarrinaga.com for free short fiction and true tales of haunted places. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

A shout from behind us cut off my question. “Penelope!”
I twisted in my seat. Kit was marching across the lobby toward us so quickly that I swear her
green hair was flying behind her in a streak. Her eyes narrowed in fury, and I cringed away from
her. Kit didn’t get angry often, but when she did…
She reached us and slammed her hand down on the table. “Raziel Santos? Are you kidding
me?”
She lifted her hand, revealing a small flyer. A man about my age with severe cheekbones
glared up at me from the sheet. He was doing something Kit’s father Yuri often did, looking over
the top of his glasses at the camera as though he didn’t even need prescription lenses. His cold,
light eyes looked almost as angry as Kit’s. Below his photo, blue ink proclaimed RAZIEL
SANTOS, FILMING LIVE FROM DONN’S HILL THIS OCTOBER!
“Who is Raziel Santos?” I asked. 
“He’s that jerk magician I told you about,” Kit spat. “He’s gotten famous on the back of the
occult community. Specifically, by being a prick to psychics and the people who ask for their
help.”
“He’s a world-renowned magician,” Penelope said, pointedly turning toward me as though
to exclude Kit from the conversation. 

“And paranormal debunker.” Kit snatched up the flyer again and whipped it with the back of
her hand. “Why would you invite him here? He’s the opposite of everything Donn’s Hill stands
for.”
Penelope shook her head. “That’s not true. The town has a long history of inviting skeptics
to the Afterlife Festival. Houdini’s visit did wonders for our reputation.”
“Raziel Santos is no Houdini,” Kit growled.
“Your father seems to think so,” Penelope said. “It was his idea to invite him here.”
“Bullshit.”
“We got to talking one night and…” Penelope tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear
and looked away from us. “And he recommended I reach out to Mr. Santos to invite him here.”
Kit’s nostrils flared, and crimson heat crept up her face from her collar. “If that were true, he
would have told me.”
“He knows how you feel about Mr. Santos. He thought—”
“Oh, so you two are talking about me now?” Kit threw her hands up into the air. “Great.
That’s great.”
As they argued, I pulled out my phone and searched for Raziel Santos. The internet seemed
to be as divided about him as Kit and Penelope. The top few results were fan pages that called
him “mysterious and sexy,” but there were also news reports of defamation lawsuits being filed
against him and lots of angry forum posts. I clicked the link to his official website and scanned
the homepage. 
“Raziel Santos,” proclaimed the silver script across the black background. “The truth is right
here.”
Striker rubbed her jaw on the lower corner of my phone. I reached down with my free hand
to scratch between her ears. If I didn’t pet her quickly enough, she’d bite my phone to get me to
put it down.
“Kit, please.” Penelope gestured to the empty chair beside her and held up a single finger to
the barista. “Won’t you sit down and talk about this rationally?”
“What is there to talk about? This guy is literally trying to destroy my father’s show and
everything we’ve worked for. And you’re throwing him a freaking cocktail party?”
I raised an eyebrow at Penelope. “Cocktail party?”
She sighed and narrowed her gray eyes at Kit. “It’s a reception, the kind you throw an
honored guest. Mr. Santos and his team graciously agreed to film their next special here. We
can’t buy that kind of publicity.”
Kit snorted and looked away, but I studied Penelope. Her cold eyes and pinched brow made
her irritation clear, but she pulled her shoulders backward and kept her spine straight. She
exuded confidence, same as she had in nearly every encounter I’d ever had with her. She was a
smart woman. Or was shrewd the better word? Either way, I had a feeling she was right.
Penelope turned toward me then. “Speaking of which, dear, I was planning to invite you
before you left here. Light hors d’oeuvres and drinks, Friday night at The Enclave.”
I glanced at Kit, who was shooting daggers out her eyes at me. “Oh, Friday? Uh… Kit and I
were going to—”
Penelope held up a hand. “No RSVP needed. Casual attire is fine if you attend.” She stood,
cradling her coffee cup in one hand. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some paperwork left to do in
my office here and then a monstrous pile of tasks waiting for me at City Hall.”
I moved to stand as well, but Penelope waved her hand at me. 

“Stay and finish your coffee,” she said. It was one part invitation, one part order. She left us
with a final wave, disappearing behind a door near the coffee counter marked PRIVATE.
Kit threw herself into the chair across from me with a huff, reached over, and stole my
coffee. She sipped it and scowled. “Of course it’s amazing.”
The young barista, as though on cue, hustled over to our table with a fresh mug. I reached
for it, but Kit slapped my hand and slid my original cup back across the table. 
“You ruined it with too much cream,” she said.
“I thought it was ‘amazing.’”
“Yeah, so I expect it to be mind-blowing when you treat it right.” 
“So. Want to explain why you’re so pissed off at Penelope?”
“What, did your ears fall off? She invited that prick—”
“Come on, Kit,” I said. “You told me yourself, your dad loves this guy. He was asking
ScreamTV to sponsor a joint episode, right? Is this big special the thing he was asking them to
do?”
“No.” Her eyes flashed. “He wanted our teams to do something together. Here’s the bottom
line: Penelope put the idea into Dad’s head. She’s a manipulative, controlling psycho.”
I blinked, taken aback. Her voice was much harsher than it’d been in the van, and her words
were razor sharp. “You don’t mean that.”
“Oh, I mean it.” She pushed back from the table and stood up. “Everyone looks at Penelope
like she’s the queen of this town, but the truth is, she’ll be the death of it.”
With that ominous proclamation, Kit stormed out of the inn, coffee cup and all.

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Behind a Moonlit Veil by Tabetha Waite Genre: Paranormal Romance

Amaris Maxwell has lived her entire life with ill health. As the daughter of a prominent doctor, it never occurred to her to question his abilities, nor his associate’s rather unorthodox treatments. But the life of a sheltered woman has its disadvantages. She yearns to be free, to live an existence outside the same four walls. It isn’t until fate thrusts her into the path of Mr. Jackson Moreland that she begins to question everything she’s ever known. As a mysterious killer begins to terrorize the streets of London, Amaris realizes that things are not always how they may appear… But how close is the true villain? Jackson Moreland has lived the last two years of his life in a personal hell after the brutal murder of his wife. Released from an asylum, he struggles to come to terms with his reality. When he is engaged by Scotland Yard to assist in learning the identity of the murderer of Whitechapel, everything changes the moment he meets Amaris. He knows something isn’t right and he’s determined to find out what it is. As things progress between them and secrets are revealed amid their growing attraction, they begin to fear that the true threat may not be the Ripper after all. **On sale for only 99 cents!!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * Kobo

Tabetha grew up in a small town in Missouri with big dreams of being a published author after her fourth grade teacher said she liked reading her stories. She began her journey by putting pen to paper writing anything from fantasy to mystery, but it wasn’t until she started high school that her grandmother introduced her to the classic, Gothic novels. As her love of romance grew to encompass Harlequins, it wasn’t until she read “Midnight Bride” by Kathleen Drymon did she develop a fascination for historical England. After discovering Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters, she was hooked! It wasn’t until 30 years and 63 rejections later that her debut novel, “Why the Earl is After the Girl,” the first book in her Ways of Love series was picked up for publication in July 2016 to critical acclaim, winning the 2017 Best Indie Book Award in Romance and the Second Place Feathered Quill Book Award in 2018 for Romance. “Where the Viscount Met His Match” was a 2019 romance finalist in the International Book Awards, and a 2019 romance finalist in the Book Excellence Awards. “When a Duke Pursues a Lady” was a romance finalist in the 2018 Book Talk Radio Club Awards, and “Who the Marquess Dares to Desire” was a 2019 Raven Awards finalist. When she’s not writing, Tabetha is reading as true bookworms do, checking out any flea market, antique mall, or doll show she comes across, and working as a lunch lady at the local community college. She is a certified PAN member of the RWA. You can find her on most any social media site and she encourages any fans of her work to join her mailing list to learn more about upcoming novels or events. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * LinkedIn * Pinterest $10 Amazon gift card and 2 Christmas ebook novellas

Chapter One

1888
London, England

The first incident happened on a Tuesday in April. The watch patrolling around
Whitechapel had been alerted to the sound of a woman’s screams and went to investigate.
Emma Elizabeth Smith, a forty-five-year-old prostitute, was assaulted and robbed on
Whitechapel Road by three men. The next day, she died at the London Hospital from
injuries sustained during the attack.
Four months later, on August seventh, another episode would occur, this one even
more gruesome. A woman by the name of Martha Tabram was found on the first-floor
landing of George Yard. However, it wasn’t so much the fact she had died, but rather the
way in which she had perished—with thirty-nine stab wounds to her body—that bothered
Jackson Moreland.
He got to his feet and tossed down the paper he’d been perusing in his uncle’s
study, where the press was noting this latest episode as another in the series of the
“Whitechapel Murders.”
Jackson stared out the window overlooking Mayfair, a frown creasing his forehead.
He was staying in an affluent townhouse in Grosvenor Square in the West End of
London, far away from the terror that was wreaking havoc on the other side of the vast

city. And yet, even though he had suffered much in his personal life over the past twenty-
two months, he felt a compulsion to act, to ensure that such senseless murders should
cease.
Of course, while he had once been a good detective, would he even be taken
seriously now? Many in the department at Scotland Yard believed him to be unhinged
after what had happened in Paris. It could be that they might actually consider his offer to
help as an impediment to their investigation.
Jackson clenched his fist and released a long, deep breath, knowing that he had to
try. He might not be Chief Inspector for H Division any longer, but he still retained the
instincts that had been honed in him long ago. While his current status made him a
liability, as long as he wasn’t involved in the paperwork, then surely he could do some
good in the field. Anything would be worth it, just to feel as though his life wasn’t empty
and meaningless anymore.
Jackson heard the front door open and close, the firm undertones of his uncle
returning as he spoke to the butler. The older man appeared in the study moments later,
his head bent over a paper in his grasp. However, he must have felt the sensation of
another presence in the room, for he glanced up and paused. He offered Jackson a brief
incline of his head as he folded the paper in his hand and set it on his desk then walked to
the sideboard. He poured himself a drink. “Care for one?” he asked.
Jackson couldn’t help but smile briefly. Charles Prescott, the Earl of Bertley, knew
that his nephew didn’t drink any longer, and yet he still asked out of politeness. Either
that, or it was respect for his deceased sister, Jackson’s mother, for it was likely because
of his devotion to her that the gentleman housed a relation who many claimed was insane.

Luckily, the earl was unmarried, a rather confirmed bachelor, with no one to dispute his
decision to keep Jackson under his roof.
Charles’s gaze shifted to the paper near the mantel where Jackson had been sitting.
He sighed heavily. “I see that you’ve already heard the accounts.” He walked over to the
settee and sat down. “I was hoping to spare you the grisly details that the press so dearly
loves to announce.”

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Underground: Revelations Underground Book 1 by John Grover Genre: Horror

THEIR LAST REFUGE COULD BE THEIR TOMB… Underground: Revelations The war the world feared finally came except this was a different kind of war. One fought between the living and the dead. The living lost. Liam, a former soldier in the war against the dead, had done everything he could to hold back the enemy but in the end he joined the other survivors in the only safe place left — underground. Now Liam helps keep the last of the living safe in the subway tunnels, scavenging food by day, hiding by night, all the while haunted about how they lost the world above them. He always believed the dead had help but he could never prove it. He would soon learn he was right all along and that there is no safe place to hide from extinction—underground just might turn out to be everyone’s tomb after all. **Get it at half price for only $2.49 until Nov 1st!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Google

John Grover is a fiction author specializing in Horror, Fantasy and Sci-Fi residing in Massachusetts. John grew up watching creature double feature with his brother on Saturday afternoons. This fueled his love of monsters, ghosts and the supernatural. He never missed an episode. In his spare time he loves to cook, garden, go to the theater to watch horror movies with his friends, read, talk about food, bake amazing desserts, play with his dog Buffy (yes named after the character in the TV show) and draw-badly.

Some of his favorite TV shows and influences are The Twilight Zone, Tales from the Darkside, Space 1999, Battlestar Galactica, X-Files, Night Gallery, Monsters, Star Trek, and much more.

He completed a creative writing course at Boston’s Fisher College and is a member of the New England Horror Writers, a chapter of the Horror Writers Association.

Some of his more recent credits include Best New Zombie Tales Vol 1 by Books of the Dead Press, The Book of Cannibals by Living Dead Press, The Vermin Anthology, The Northern Haunts Anthology by Shroud Publishing, The Zombology Series by Library of the Living Dead Press, Morpheus Tales, Wrong World, The Willows, Alien Skin Magazine, Aurora Wolf and more.

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