Waking The Ancient Book Tour & Giveaway 4/24 – 5/24

 

 

Waking the Ancients
Nemesis of
the Gods #2
by Catherine Cavendish
Genre: Horror
Egypt, 1908

University student Lizzie Charters accompanies her mentor, Dr. Emeryk

Quintillus, on the archeological dig to uncover Cleopatra’s tomb.
Her presence is required for a ceremony conducted by the renowned
professor to resurrect Cleopatra’s spirit—inside Lizzie’s body.
Quintillus’s success is short-lived, as the Queen of the Nile dies
soon after inhabiting her host, leaving Lizzie’s soul adrift . . .

Vienna, 2018

Paula Bancroft’s husband just leased Villa Dürnstein, an estate once

owned by Dr. Quintillus. Within the mansion are several paintings and
numerous volumes dedicated to Cleopatra. But the archeologist’s
interest in the Egyptian empress deviated from scholarly into
supernatural, infusing the very foundations of his home with his dark
fanaticism. And as inexplicable manifestations rattle Paula’s
senses, threatening her very sanity, she uncovers the link between
the villa, Quintillus, and a woman named Lizzie Charters.

And a ritual of dark magic that will consume her soul . . .
Wrath of the Ancients
Nemesis of
the Gods #1
DESTINY IN
DEATH
Egypt, 1908
Eminent archeologist Dr. Emeryk Quintillus has unearthed the burial chamber
of Cleopatra. But this tomb raider’s obsession with the Queen of
the Nile has nothing to do with preserving history. Stealing sacred
and priceless relics, he murders his expedition crew, and
flees—escaping the quake that swallows the site beneath the desert
sands . . .
Vienna, 1913
Young widow Adeline Ogilvy has accepted employment at the mansion of Dr.
Quintillus, transcribing the late professor’s memoirs. Within the
pages of his journals, she discovers the ravings of a madman
convinced he possessed the ability to reincarnate Cleopatra. Within
the walls of his home, she is assailed by unexplained phenomena:
strange sounds, shadowy figures, and apparitions of hieroglyphics.
Something pursued Dr. Quintillus from Egypt. Something dark, something
hungry.
Something tied to the fate and future of Adeline Ogilvy . . .
Following a varied career in
sales, advertising and career guidance,

Catherine Cavendish i
s now the full-time author of a
number of
paranormal, ghostly and Gothic horror novels, novellas and short
stories. She was the 2013 joint winner of the Samhain Gothic Horror
Anthology Competition, with Linden Manor, which was featured in the
anthology What Waits in the Shadows. Cat’s novels include The
Pendle Curse, Saving Grace Devine, and Dark Avenging Angel. She lives
with her long-suffering husband and black (trainee) cat. They divide
their time between Liverpool and a 260-year-old haunted apartment in
North Wales.

The man looked down at his scattered ashes. “I am growing tired of waiting. When will I be free
of this prison?”
“Soon.” The woman moved away in that fluid, ethereal manner of hers. Her scarlet gown flowed
around her. An armlet shaped in the goddess Isis’s symbol—a coiled cobra—gleamed. Heavy black kohl
rimmed her eyes, emphasizing the deep violet of her irises, while her long, black hair, set in many tight
braids, reached her waist. “You must be patient,” the woman said. “I told you I would help you get what
you desire.”
“But that isn’t possible. She is back in her body. Back in her tomb.”
“All is possible. I have the power. Haven’t I proved it? Aren’t you the proof of it?”
“I still don’t live.”
“Your spirit lives.”
“My spirit cannot touch her.”
“But it can touch her spirit. Mate with her spirit if you so desire.”
“And why would you do this for me?”
“My revenge is incomplete. My murdering sister rests while I am forced to wander in spirit with
no substance of my own.”
“And how will it be done? I am in your hands. This is not comfortable for me. I am always in
control.”
The woman threw back her head and laughed, showing black, rotten teeth. Stinking, no doubt, if
he could smell anything.
“You have not been in control for a long time. The god I serve is Set, and he is in control. He will
come and he will work through me. More powerful this time, for Sekhmet will bring him.”
“And I will have my queen?”
“You will have her.”
“She will be in the one who is here now?”
“That is to be determined.”
“But this one is not of the blood.”
“She will not be possessed, but transformed. We do not need a blood relative.”
“That has been tried before. And failed.”
“The rules were not properly followed. You cannot possess all of her. You have seen that. The
gods will not allow it. Her spirit must be divided. Some of it must remain with her body—and lie cold in
her tomb. Waiting. Always waiting. In that way, the gods are appeased and my price is also exacted.”

“So part of my queen will still wander, looking for her lover, but enough of her spirit will be
released to come to me.”
“Now you understand. You will have all that you desire, and my revenge will not be
compromised.”
“And I can be with her. For all time.”
The woman didn’t answer. She gave the merest hint of a smile and passed on.
In his world of shadows, Dr. Emeryk Quintillus waited.

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Day Reaper Book Tour & Giveaway 4/24 – 5/24


Day Reaper
The Night Blood Series #4
by Melody Johnson
Genre: Paranormal Romance

On the brink of death, Cassidy DiRocco demands that New York City’s

master of the supernatural, Dominic Lysander, transform her—reporter,
Night Blood, sister, human—into the very creature she’s feared
and fought against for months: a vampire. The pain is brutal, she
could lose the career she’s worked so hard to achieve, and her
world will never be the same. But surviving is worth any risk,
especially when it means gaining the strength to fight against
Jillian Allister, the sister who betrayed Dominic, attacked Cassidy,
and is leading a vampire uprising that will destroy all of New York City . . .

When she awakens, however, Cassidy realizes the cost of being transformed

might be more than she was willing to sacrifice. But if Cassidy hopes
to right the irrevocable wrongs that Jillian and her army of the
Damned have wrought on New York City, she’ll need to not only
accept her new senses, body, and cravings, but wield them in her
favor. Irresistible and enigmatic as Dominic is, he no longer has
command over the city or its vampires. Only Cassidy has the
connections to convince the humans, Day Reapers, and the few vampires
still loyal to Dominic to join forces. And maybe, if Dominic can
accept her rising power over the coven he once commanded for the past
several hundred years, the two of them together might forge a bond
more potent than history has ever known. . .


Eternal Reign
The Night Blood Series #3
THE LEVELING
Last week, Cassidy DiRocco had some influence over the vampires that
stalk
the streets of New York City. She was never completely safe, but with
her newfound abilities as a night blood and her honed instincts as a
crime reporter, at least she had the necessary skills to survive.
Now, thanks to the injuries she sustained while saving her brother from a
fate worse than death, she’s lost her night blood status just as
another crime spree hits Brooklyn. Dozens of people are being
slaughtered, and each victim bears the Damned’s signature mark; a
missing heart.
Cassidy will need the help of all her allies to survive the coming war,
including the mysterious and charismatic Dominic Lysander, Master
Vampire of New York City. But as his rival’s army threatens his
coven and his own powers weaken with the approaching Leveling, even
Dominic’s defenses might not be enough protection.
With nothing left to lose, Cassidy must find the power inside herself to
save Dominic, his coven, their city, and survive.

Sweet Last Drop
The Night Blood Series #2
Trust No
One
Cassidy DiRocco knows the dark side intimately–as a crime reporter in
New
York City, she sees it every day. But since she discovered that she’s
a night blood, her power and potential has led the dark right to her
doorway. With her brother missing and no one remembering he exists,
she makes a deal with Dominic Lysander, the fascinating master
vampire of New York, to find him.
Dominic needs the help of Bex, another master vampire, to keep peace in
the
city, so he sends Cassidy to a remote, woodsy town upstate to
convince her–assuming she survives long enough. A series of vicious
“animal attacks” after dark tells Cassidy there’s more to
Bex and her coven than anyone’s saying. That goes double for fellow
night blood Ian Walker, the tall, blond animal tracker who’s supposed
to be her ally. Walker may be hot-blooded and hard-bodied, but he’s
hiding something too. If Cassidy wants the truth, she’ll have to
squeeze it out herself… every last drop.

The City Beneath
The Night Blood Series #1
As a
journalist, Cassidy DiRocco thought she had seen every depraved
thing New York City’s underbelly had to offer. But while covering
what appears to be a vicious animal attack, she finds herself drawn
into a world she never knew existed. Her exposé makes her the target
of the handsome yet brutal Dominic Lysander, the Master Vampire of
New York City, who has no problem silencing her to keep his coven’s
secrets safe…
But Dominic offers Cassidy another option: ally. He reveals she is a
night blood, a being with powers of her own, including the ability to
become a vampire. As the body count escalates, Cassidy is caught in
the middle of a vampire rebellion. Dominic insists she can help him
stop the coming war, but wary of his intentions, Cassidy enlists the
help of the charming Ian Walker, a fellow night blood. As the battle
between vampires takes over the city, Cassidy will have to tap into
her newfound powers and decide where to place her trust…
Melody Johnson is the author of the Night Blood series. She graduated
magna cum laude from Lycoming College with her B.A. in creative
writing and psychology. While still earning her degree, she worked as
an editing intern for Wahida Clark Presents Publishing. She was a
copyeditor for several novels, including Cheetah by Missy Jackson;
Trust No Man II by Cash; and Karma with a Vengeance by Tash
Hawthorne. Book #1 of the Night Blood series, The City Beneath, is
her debut novel. When she isn’t writing, Melody can be found hiking
the many woodsy trails in her Pennsylvania hometown or sunning and
swimming at the beach.


Transform me into a vampire.
The words had just left my lips, more shape than sound since I still couldn’t speak without vocal
cords, and Dominic Lysander, Master vampire of New York City—who had supposedly seen all, knew all,
and wasn’t impressed by any of it in his four hundred and seventy-seven- year-long life—stared at me
like I was an alien, like I was an otherworldly creature he’d always known probably existed, but was
wholly unprepared to confront. I knew that horror-filled, struck-dumb look all too well; I’d been wearing
it pretty consistently over the past several weeks, ever since Dominic had shoved me against the brick
exterior of my apartment building and commanded me to look into his eyes, and my body had
unwillingly obeyed. I knew that sometimes events were so devastating, both physically and mentally,
that all you could do was stare blankly at the destruction and hope to God you didn’t lose your shit.
But in all his four hundred and seventy-seven years, this was not the time nor the place to lose
his shit.
Use my necklace, I mouthed, both encouraging him and reminding him not to use the blood in
his veins, weakened by the Leveling. I would have ripped the pendant from my necklace and raised the
precious drops of his formerly powerful blood to my lips myself, but I’d lost the use of my arms. My
body was numb, my awareness drifting, my vision a starburst blanket of blackness covering my face, and
still, Dominic just stared.
What are you waiting for? I snapped, as much as I could snap under the circumstances.
“Another solution to present itself,” he finally admitted, looking over my injuries, the movement
of his eyes darting and frantic.
I raised my eyebrows, or at least, I tried to. Cold feet?
Dominic let loose a long-suffering sigh. Some of the horror left his expression, but not all of it,
and what little did leave was replaced by weary resignation. I didn’t understand his reaction—I didn’t
understand him and maybe never really would, not as a human anyway. After weeks of attempting to
seduce me, not only into his bed but into his coven, this should be his golden, shining moment, the pot
of gold at the end of this violent, blood-soaked rainbow, but by the sick, nearly choked expression on his
face, instead of bathing in his good fortune, he was drowning in it. “The temperature of my feet has
little to do with this decision,” he said blandly.
I opened my mouth to correct his misunderstanding, to explain that “cold feet” was just an
expression, not a literal physical discomfort, when I noticed the tilt to the scarred half of his lips. He was
teasing. I was exsanguinating in an alley between East Fifty-Seventh Street and 432 Park Avenue, my
vocal cords in shreds, breathing more blood than air into my lungs, and fading fast. And he was teasing.
I laughed and blood sprayed like a geyser from my esophagus. Dominic choked, coughing up
physical blood from his metaphysical injuries. My injuries.
The blanket over my vision thickened, filling the gaps between starbursts. I didn’t have time to
doubt my decision and consider why Dominic would hesitate—which wasn’t so much a decision as it
was a last resort, and perhaps therein lay Dominic’s hesitation. I didn’t have time to convince him that
my decision was more choice than he’d been given for his transformation, and if my decision was more

about living than it was about a life with him, he’d have to suck up his pride and be grateful I was making
this choice at all: the right choice, according to him, under different circumstances.
I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.

 

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Dangerous Passions Book Tour & Giveaway 4/24 – 5/8


Dangerous Passions
by Leigh Anderson
Genre: Gothic Paranormal Romance

Isoline Beresford has beautiful yet haunting dreams. In them, a man she

doesn’t know is calling to her. She’s inexplicably, inexorably drawn

to him, until he’s more real to her than her own fiancé.

 

When she calls off her engagement, her enraged father sends her to live
with her ninety-year-old grand-aunt, the Dowager Countess Bellamira
Granville. If she won’t do her duty at home, he reasons, perhaps she
can at least convince Lady Granville to leave her fortune to Isoline.
But life at Thornrush Manor is not what Isoline expected. Her aunt is as
spry and elegant as a woman half her age. Her nearest neighbor, a
distant cousin, begins courting her. And a dark and handsome artist
proves a pleasant companion.
All the while, her dreams grow more intense. More urgent. More
passionate.
More dangerous.
In order to save everyone at Thornbrush Manor, Isoline will have to
confront the darkest parts of herself-and discover the secret of the
man who hides in her dreams.
Fans of Daphne Du Mauier, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Eve Silver are sure to
love this Gothic romance from Leigh Anderson.



LEIGH ANDERSON loves all things Gothic and paranormal. Her
master’s
thesis was on vampire imagery in Gothic novels and she met her
husband while assuming the role of a vampire online. She currently
teaches writing at several universities and has a rather impressive
collection of tiny hats. She lives in a small town in the mountains
with her husband, human child, and two fur-children. She is currently
working on too many writing projects, and yet not enough.


“Isoline…”
Isoline gasped as she opened her eyes. He was here…again…always…
“Isoline…”
She climbed out of bed, her hands gripping her satin robe as she stood, but when she
looked back, the bed was gone, as were the walls of her room. She wrapped the robe around
herself as the fog crept in around her ankles. She was somewhere outside. She could feel the
grass under her feet and the dampness in the air, yet she was not cold. The strange sensations
told her that none of this was real…yet she knew it was.
“Isoline…” he called to her again.
“I’m here,” she replied softly. “Show yourself.” She knew he would not, but still she tried
to convince him to reveal his face. In the five years he had been coming to her in her dreams,
she had not seen who he was, but she could feel he had gotten closer to her.
She took a step forward. Just because she was alone in a dream with a strange man did
not mean she could not enjoy a short walk. She had been coming here for so long, this place no
longer terrified her.
It was a large open glade, with grass up to her knees, surrounded by forest. She had
tried many times to reach the edge of the glade, but she had never made it that far. A pale blue
moon lighted her way. She clutched tightly to the robe at her chest and ran the tips of her
fingers along the edges of the grass as she walked. She shivered, not from cold, but from the
way the grass tickled her bare calves as she walked.
She heard footsteps behind her. She slowly turned her head, but there was no one there,
as usual. She continued her walk, and she heard the footsteps again, closer this time.
“I want to see you,” she said. “It is time, don’t you think?”
He did not respond, but she felt the wind lightly touch the ends of her long dark hair.
No…it wasn’t the wind. It was him. She knew it was. She shivered again.
“If you cannot reveal yourself to me you need to stop bringing me here,” she said. “I…”
She had delayed in telling him the truth. This man in her dreams. She shook her head,
disappointed with herself. What was she afraid of? Offending a figment of her imagination?
But what she knew to be true and what she knew to be reasonable and logical warred in
her mind. She knew she was dreaming. But she also knew this was much more than a dream.
But if it was more than a dream, what was it? It was the unknown that scared her more than the
dream itself. She no longer feared the dream as she once did. She actually longed for it. She
did not know what caused the dreams to happen. There seemed to be no logical order to when
they happened. One night, two nights, three nights could pass before she would find herself
here. When too many nights passed that she was not awakened by him calling her name, she
would miss him. Miss this place.
And yet, as a dream, she could not let it stop her from living.
But she did. She had for too long. She had to put an end to it. It was time to focus on the
world of the waking.
“I am getting married,” she finally said in one quick breath.
The world stilled. For the first time in a dream, she felt cold. She pulled her robe more
tightly around her and could see the crystals of her own breath before her.
“Do not be angry,” she said. “You know we cannot continue like this.”
We. As if she had a choice in being here. She could not will the dreams to come to her.
She had tried. She could not change the content of the dreams. She had tried that as well. And
yet…she wanted to be here. She wanted to see this man who had called to her all these years.
She wanted to know him. To touch him. To see him. But if he could not give her that, she could
not keep coming here.
“It is dishonorable to my future husband,” she said. “I cannot keep coming to you from
my marriage bed. It is disloyal.”
From over her shoulder, she could see him breathing. He was right behind her. Her own
breath stilled. They were so close. If only she could touch him.
“Just show me your face,” she panted, “and I will end the engagement.”
The hairs on her arms prickled. He was right there, so close. Almost touching her but not

quite. She had to look. She turned to face him.
And he was gone.
She stood alone in the field.
“Who are you?” she yelled.

 

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The Elemental Trilogy Book Tour & Giveaway


Elemental Rising
The Elemental Trilogy Book 1
by Toni Cox
Genre: Epic Fantasy

When Maia returns home to Elveron from her final test on Earth, something

unexpected happens and she ends up in a coma. When she finally wakes,
she realises that she has brought with her the very thing she tried
to leave behind.

Stone Gothic fantasy medieval background

Faced with responsibilities she thinks she is not ready for, a love she
does not reciprocate and a threat to her people that might kill them
all, she is suddenly forced to become what she is meant to be – a Prime.
But she is not alone. She has her mentor, Silas, and her dragon,
Midnight, who stand by her side as she embarks on an adventure to
save not just herself, but the rest of the nation of Grildor as well.
Cox has created characters; a world; a story that is Tolkien worthy. She
has developed something unique and rich in imagination.”
Sian B. Claven (TBB)
Maia is an incredible character to follow. Toni Cox has managed to bring
something new, exciting, and seriously addictive to the fore.”
Robyn Victoria Castles (TBB)



Elemental Betrayal
The Elemental Trilogy Book 2

The nation of Grildor still reels from the War of Greystone. They spent

the winter Moons mourning their dead. Now it is spring and time to
drive the last of the enemy off their planet.

Maia has sunken into a pit of despair during the harsh Moons of Winter,
not only mourning the people that died, but also the absence of
Blaid. Would he ever come back to her?
Lord Longshadow, Lord Regent of Grildor, decides it is time to act and
sends Maia and Jaik as ambassadors to the various cities within
Grildor. The aim is to reassure the people that the Longshadow Clan
is there to protect them, but as Maia and Jaik travel, they learn
that the situation is far worse than they had anticipated.
They have been betrayed and their nation is threatened with war a second
time. Desperately, she searches for the strength to save her people.
And, although she has her dragon, Midnight to help her, the
responsibility of being a Prime rests heavily on her shoulders.
Will her magic be strong enough to save them this time?



**Coming Soon!**




Born in Germany in 1976,
Toni Cox moved to South Africa in 1991. Although
she has spent much of her working career in the timber wholesale
business, she is also an accomplished horse rider, has a diploma in
project management, photography and nutrition, and has a passion for
books and all things fantasy.
From a young age, her dream had
always been to put her imagination into words – give the stories
life. When she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis in 2013, she
decided life is too short not to follow her dream. So, with the
support of her husband and three children, she began writing book 1
of the Elemental Trilogy in January 2015.
The Elemental Saga is a fantasy story spanning over 35 books.
These stories all take place on the various Life Planets of the Milky Way
galaxy.
The first 4 books were published between 2016 – 2017, with 5 more
books coming
in 2018.
The Andromeda Saga takes place in the Andromeda
galaxy and will be a mix of sci-fi and fantasy. Hopefully, by 2020,
we will see the first books of this saga published.
Toni Cox also writes dystopian fantasy, and her first novel,
Resilient, is due for release in 2018.


 

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Moon Dance Book Tour & Giveaway 4/21 – 5/21


Moon Dance
by Desiree King

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Life can be difficult for normal people, it can

be hell for the
supernatural and no one knows that better than Alex
Summerland. She`s beautiful, rich, and famous.

What more could any teenage girl want?
But all is not as it seems and delving into her past is like unlocking a
Pandora’s box of living nightmares.

Victor is the opposite of everything she`s ever known.
He`s America`s bad boy and Alex is going on a wild ride across the
country
with the world`s loudest rock band.

Will she get a second chance at a happy ending or will she crash and
burn?

I’m a author from Phoenix Arizona. I’ve been writing most of my life but
only in the last few years have I had the guts to put my work out
there for others to read. Books are my passion as well as my two
loves my husband and son. I believe in supporting local art whether
it is a band an artist or author go out and experience the art of the
world in all its forms.
 
I’m running in a dark forest.
The loamy earth feels soft under my bare feet and my breath is coming as fast pants. The trees are like
lifeless sentinels all around me watching my witless terror as I race for the lights I glimpse between the
trunks. ‘If I could just reach the light I would be safe,’ I thought to myself. My heart sank as I heard him
behind me, chasing me. I knew that if he were to catch me I would be trapped and he might take my soul
along with my blood. I put everything I could into my sprint and faster, feeling the twigs and small
branches whip my bare skin, slicing deep, and feel the warmth slide down as blood wells up and drops to
the thirsty earth. This eerie wood seemed to be never ending and the wind was cold, blowing into my
face. My blood frozen in my veins, I would never escape him. I was almost there when I blinked and
found myself transported to a crowded bar. I was sandwiched in the crush of people. The air was hot andsmelled of smoke and sweat and I could barely hear myself think over the din of the people and the hard-
pulsing rock song coming from the stage. My heart still raced but now I could feel it and enjoy it as the

terror turned to the rush of the crowd and I joined their twisting, writhing dance, hypnotized by the beat
and lost in the melody. The band would play forever and I would die here in this ecstasy, and happily.
The crowd seemed to get tighter. I was surrounded. The air was getting tighter by the second and there
was an explosion, maybe a flash pot on the stage or maybe a grenade but I felt my feet leave the ground
as the brightness ate away my sight. “Alex…” I heard my name being whispered into my ear in a deep
voice, an unfamiliar voice. I was in the dark again but instead of the forest I was standing in a strange
bedroom. I looked down at myself to see hands on my hips, smearing what looked to be blood and ink on
my skin, almost glittering in the moon light. His hands were strong and covered in tattoos and I watched
them carefully as the red and black sank into my skin, leaving only a black tattoo of a wolf`s paw print on
my hip. The room was silent but for our breathing and I was just getting used to the silence when I heard
a deep growl behind me and more importantly, felt it rumble thru his chest where it was pressed to my
back.
Suddenly I was awake sitting up in my bed in my hotel suite. I was gasping for breath and covered in
sweat. Today was my last day here in LA and I knew just how I wanted to spend it.

 

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