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Stephen
Brockheart received the call concerning a missing tourist after
working 26 hours straight. A park ranger for the mountain resort, he
set out on the routine mission, knowing he was running out of time asthe blizzard hit with visibility zero. What he hadn’t counted on
was saving a beautiful woman and falling for her, a city girl who
knew nothing about the dangers of the mountain. He had been there
before and vowed never to return.

As
Mother Nature raged, Joan was soon overcome by the feelings a
complete stranger evoked in her, causing her to reevaluate her own
life. Through the blizzard and stranded at the resort, death was
imminent for any who would try to leave. Despite loss and secrets,
can two people find love and happiness again?

Can
they be given a second chance to make it real and lasting, or will
that chance die with them?

With
the help of a friend, Nina leaves the city in a cloud of terror and
heads for Vail Mountain and the safety she prays she will find.

Rob
Garland has seen his share of the treacherous conditions on the
mountains. But even spring floods, summer fires, and hikers lost in
winter storms have not prepared him to face the fear in Nina’s
eyes.

There
is no beating the odds on this one. The men who are after them won’t
give up. It’s only a matter of time before the truth is revealed
and the stakes turn deadly.

Can
Nina and Rob hold it together when nature and man turn against them?

Desperate
to escape, Connie returns to Vail Mountain, the one place she had
truly felt alive. However, her troubles soon follow her, and she gets
more than she bargained for as she fights not only her past but the
intense feelings that one newly elected sheriff arouses in
her.

Jacob
Tanner is weary of the city life and the never-ending stream of
criminals that plague New York City. He resigns from the police force
after a drug bust goes wrong, landing himself in the hospital to face
his mortality alone. Uncertain about the direction of his life, he
learns of the new sheriff position on Vail Mountain and takes a
gigantic leap of faith—faith that he isn’t making a big mistake.
Armed with nothing but a few possessions, Jacob relocates, only to
find himself falling hard for a woman whose blue eyes speak of pain
and loneliness.

As
he battles his worst nightmare, can Jacob show her there is more to
life than what they have been dealt and convince her that with him,nothing is impossible?

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Stranded on Vail Mountain Excerpt:
Stephen saw the woman leaning against the wall at the bottom of the cavern,
shivering but alive, and felt a relief like none other knowing he had made it.
There had been times in the last two hours when he had thought he wouldn’t
find
her, and his own chances of survival were diminishing, especially with the
blizzard in full swing. Visibility was zero, and the trek down the mountain was
going to be a bitch for one, let alone for two. It had been close to five hours
since
the woman had gone missing. Usually, the allotted time of retrieval on rescues
was two hours, but he wasn’t complaining.
She was alive, at least for the moment. It hadn’t been a long drop, but it was
the steep incline that had trapped her.
He yelled down at her, but he didn’t think she heard him over the wind.
He saw her eyes widen in her pale face and knew she had at least spotted
him. Relief filled her eyes as they met his. He threw down the rope and tied it to
a
thick tree that stood just a few feet away.
He almost lost his footing on the way back to the edge and fell to his knees,
striking his left on a hidden rock. Cursing, he moved his leg cautiously and
stood
up. With slow steps, he took hold of the rope and swung his legs, propelling
himself over the icy side. His spiked boots dug into the ice, keeping him stable
as he made his way down to her.
He reached the bottom and let go of the rope to walk over to the woman,
kneeling down beside her.
His eyes scanned her slender body, and he didn’t like what he saw. Pale and
trembling, her lips were turning blue.
Fuck.
“Are you hurt?”
Please say no, please say no, please say no…
She nodded with a jerky movement and looked down at her right leg.
Double fuck.
He followed her gaze but didn’t see a break.
“Sprain?”
“Y-y-yes.” Her voice was scratchy and low, her words slurred.
He swore, knowing her blue lips and pasty, white skin meant the woman was
close to hypothermia.
Come on, damn it. I need a break!
Stephen spotted dried blood on her forehead and flinched imaging her fall.
The incline wasn’t something to laugh at even though it hadn’t been far. Neither
was a head injury. They didn’t have time for him to check her over. He did a
quick sweep with his hand over her head and neck and found she was bleeding
at
the back of her head.“My name is Stephen Brockheart, and I’m a park ranger for the resort. Can
you stand?”
She nodded again, and he helped her get to her feet, putting all of her weight
on the left leg.
They looked up. Stephen glanced around the cavern, his lips tight, and
looked to the woman, meeting her eyes straight on. “We won’t survive the cold
if
we don’t try to get down the mountain.”
The woman stared at him, her eyes worried and big. But then something
happened, stunning him and gaining his respect. He saw determination light up
her blue eyes, a level of strength he hadn’t seen before in any woman’s eyes.
She pulled away from his hold and straightened her shoulders. “Let’s go,”
she said, her voice soft but determined, and somehow he understood.
They were going to make it or die trying.
He stared down at her a few more seconds and then nodded, putting the rope
around her slim waist and tying it securely before taking the rope and tying
them
together. He didn’t want her passing out and falling again.
Giving it a tug, he made sure it was still tied tautly on the tree.
He grabbed the end of the rope and fastened it around himself with a tight
knot.
“Piggyback time. Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my
waist.”
With her ankle, she wouldn’t be able to climb out, not by herself.
She hesitated and then slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and got on
his back.
He knew she was tired, probably had a concussion, and no doubt dehydrated
with hypothermia setting in, but they didn’t have a choice.
They needed to get back to the resort if they were going to survive, but it was
going to be damn close. It was already hard to see as night descended.
With her firmly tied to him and on his back, he jumped up and dug his spikes
into the ice. He slowly progressed, inching himself up the side of the cliff, the
woman holding on tightly.
After what seemed like forever, they made it to the top, and he collapsed on
his side, his breathing ragged and harsh. He was careful not to crush her. The
wind was strong, the bite of the chill stinging the flesh. Stephen drew off his
face
mask and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and put it on, covering all but
her eyes and mouth. He grabbed an extra one from his pack and slid it on.
He stood up, grabbed her around her waist, and they headed down the
mountain, fighting the wind that seemed to be pushing them back. The struggle
lay in putting one foot in front of the other. They battled not only the wind but
the snow that was rapidly building up. It was almost knee deep with more falling
steadily.
He could see pain written all over her pinched, pale face. Cursing, he
wrapped his arms around her lifting her up. He thought he heard her gasp but

ignored it as he continued, the wind and snow beating at his back.

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by
Patrick C. Greene

Genre: Horror

Every year at harvest
time, something strange and wonderful happens in the sleepy farm
community of Ember Hollow. It comes alive. Truckloads
of pumpkins are sent off to be carved into lanterns. Children
scramble to create the creepiest, scariest costumes. Parents stock upon candy and prepare for the town’s celebrated Pumpkin Parade. And
then there is Devil’s Night . . .

A Preamble
“Trick or treat! Rotten meat! That is what we want to eat!” One of the troupe of tweens was out of
harmony.
“Hm.” Lola, costumed in a short leather nun’s habit, smiled and saluted the kids with her wine glass.
She was decidedly not mortified by this variation of the traditional rhyme, and only mildly amused, more
interested in the TV party a few rooms away. “Well, no rotten meat I’m afraid, but I think I still have a
few…”
She twisted almost sideways and presented a near-empty candy bowl from just inside, dumping the last
of the treats into the bags and buckets. “Here you go, kiddies!”
Lola ignored the disappointed expressions the kids cast at her and at one another, her bleary gaze
drawn to the figure standing across the street, just outside a vague circle of street light.
The figure, wearing an odd costume of rainbow fright wig, Lone Ranger–style eye mask, and an
oversized brown raincoat, wasn’t moving, except for his shoulders, which rose and fell as if from
suppressed laughter. He hunched over and covered his mouth with both hands, like a toddler who had
just stolen a cookie. Did he think she couldn’t see him? How silly.
“Is this all you got, lady?” asked the kid in the…whichever superhero wore black tights with green trim.
She had stopped trying to keep up.
“Um, well…” She looked inside again. “No more candy,” she said. “But how about this for your
chaperone?”
From the four canisters of silly string beside the candy bowl—in the event of a prank war—she held one
over the heads of the children, to offer it to the man on the street. But he was gone.
“Where’s your grown-up?” she asked.
The kids turned to see what she meant. “What grown-up? We’re old enough to be without,” explained a
rubber-worm-infested zombie, quite indignantly.
Her wine glass was empty. She didn’t care about the funny skulker anymore.
“Okeydoke, then,” she said. “Have at it!” She tossed the silly string at the group, then half waved, half
shooed, until they shuffled away. Before closing the door, she decided to blow out the jack-o’-lantern.
Lola re-wined her glass and started back to the den to rejoin her friends in giving old horror movies the
MST3K treatment. She was stopped by the doorbell.She stepped to the door, unsteady on her spike heels. “Sorry! All out! Happy Halloween!”
She moved to walk away but stopped upon hearing a giggle—silly yet eerie—just outside the door.
“Hey!” she shouted. “You better not be TPing our lawn out there!”
The doorbell rang again.
“Okay!” Lola grabbed a can of silly string. “I warned you!”
She yanked open the door and poised the canister, finding only blowing leaves, on and all around the
front stoop.
She listened for the sound of giggling or leaves crunching under running feet, bracing for a good hearty
“Boo!” as well.
“Ding dong ditch,” she muttered. “Not even a flaming bag of doggy doo. Kids these days…”
She closed the door—and felt the icy tingle of intuition. Something was very, very wrong.
She turned fast.
It was the man from across the street, now less than two feet away.
He had entered through the rear kitchen door.
The fright wig he was wearing, vaguely haloed by the hallway, did its job. From there down, it only got
worse.
His Lone Ranger–style mask framed eyes filled with something like joy—but more like hopeless insanity.
His face was white, as if bleached.
Then there was the blood.
Streams of it ran down gaunt cheeks to cracked smiling lips from the staples that held the mask on.
The figure raised a meat cleaver with a blade the size of a notebook.
Lola’s heart skipped a beat, until she saw that the weapon was mere plastic—a toy. Lola smiled, issuing a
relieved, “Whew!”
“So funny, Greg.” She leaned forward to look more closely at him. “Where’s the ol’ ball and chain?”
As she reached for his mask, the figure stepped back from her grasp. He lowered the cleaver and slid the
toy plastic blade—merely an improvised sheath—off of a very shiny, very real butcher knife blade.

The oversized trick-or-treater displayed the implement.
“Oh, my God, Greg.” Lola rolled her eyes and raised both middle fingers.
The trickster slashed the knife in a sideways arc, severing the fingers.
She was too breathless to scream, trying to reconcile the sight of her shortened digits and angry that
Greg had taken his little joke this far.
Not-Greg squatted to gather the fingers and drop them into his treat bag.
Trying to back away from her own ruined hand, Lola fell like a toddler onto her rump, sucking breath for
a scream she would never have time to release.

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A Will Novak Novel
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Genre: Mystery/Thriller

When a cruel prank nearly claims Maura’s
life, one of her classmates,
Ron, rushes to her rescue. Darkly handsome & mysteriously
accepting, Ron doesn’t seem to want to stay away, but Maura isreluctant to get too close, since her mother has announced she’s
moving the two of them to Vancouver…nearly 3,000 miles away from
their hometown of Indiana, Pennsylvania.

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After being left in the dark for all of her life, Maura’s father,

Maxwell, has finally returned to reveal sinister family secrets Maura
could never have dreamed possible—including his revelation that she
is one of The Born. But his daughter soon discovers both he and her
mother are keeping pieces of her reality hidden, still. As Maura
struggles to unravel the mysteries surrounding her new existence and
discover every piece of the cryptic puzzle, life appears intent on
casting stumbling blocks across her path with every step forward.

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Maura has never felt so alone in her life…nor has her existence ever been

so overshadowed by peril…

Not only do both her parents—her distant but loving mother and
recently- returned father—remain absent from her life, but due tothe hideous error in judgement executed in collusion with her best
friend, Valdamir, and adoptive sister, Susie, Maura has been cut off
from the pair’s friendship and support, forbidden by both her
father and the fallout from the dire outcome to see either of them.
The heartbreak she suffers, brought on by the weight of these
estrangements, is only intensified by the continued mysterious
absence of her supernaturally-destined mate, Ron…whose
disappearance delivers grave consequences Maura would have never
dreamed possible…

Despised by her vampire cousin, Aldiva, for reasons Maura cannot yet
comprehend, the young changeling will be forced to guard her back
with every step, as she comes to realize this member of her vampire
family would love nothing more than to bring about her demise.
Aldiva’s wrath calls forth other members from both Vancouver
covens, forcing them to rush to Maura’s aid—even though her
father, their king, has expressly forbidden the other vampires to
initiate contact with his daughter. Will her extended family on
Vancouver Island obey, abandoning Maura to her doom, or will they
instead rebel against Maxwell’s wishes in order to save her life?

In addition to the menace personified in her unsolicited enemy, the
unlikely vampire princess will find herself drowning as she is pulled
down into the depths of a far more devastating crisis…one which may
condemn her to a fate she considers much more undesirable than death.
But in order to tear herself free from the deadly pull which is
drawing her under, Maura must enlist the help of her preternatural
family, exposing her newfound friends to a danger none of them have
ever had the misfortune to face before. Can she be saved or will the
riptide drag Maura under…along with those she loves the most…

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have ever read, and I read them all from Stephen King to Ann Rice to
Stephenie Meyer.”

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more
than that it was the story of family and love, of taking
responsibility, and dealing with hate when all sane avenues fail.”

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Maura again!”

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Claudette Melanson writes dark fantasy, horror and children’s books in

Kitchener, Ontario with seven bun babies at her side: Tegan, Pepper,
Butters, Beckett, Sansa, Daenerys & Caramel. She graduated from
Indiana University of Pennsylvania with a BA in English, BS in
English Education and an MA in Literature. Harboring a deep
admiration of vampires since the age of five left her with the desire
to eventually become one, and now fuels the creation of her favorite
paranormal characters. She hopes to one day work full time as an
author, since there are many, many stories playing out inside her head.

In her very scant spare time, she enjoys watching Japanese Anime and
reading vampire stories…along with other genres of great fiction,
as well as riding every roller coaster she encounters in both her
hometown and away at signings. An advocate for good health and
ketogenic eating, her favorite foods are bulletproof coffee,
cashew-flour crust pizza and treats made with xylitol and almond,
coconut or cashew flours.

Future dreams include a cabin boasting a roaring fire, isolated inside a
snow-filled wood in the Yukon—the perfect writing spot—and the
completion of dozens of future novels and stories. A Rabbit Rescue
fanatic and loving bunmom, she also hopes to help rescues all over
the world save many innocent lives.

It was too late then… He was ringing the doorbell. He looked so much braver than I felt. I could see the
anger that had crept back into him in the hard set of his lips, the flash in his dark eyes.
Caelyn had torn the door open immediately, anxiety all over her face. She looked at Ron, dumbfounded.
She must have then caught sight of some part of me, because she instantly peered around his shoulder
to find me standing meekly behind him, clad only in a boy’s shirt that just barely cleared my hips.
“Maura?! What the…” Her eyes fairly popped with dismayed astonishment.
“Hi, Mom.” What an asinine thing to say. I should have at least started with “I’m okay.”
Caelyn just stood there with her mouth hanging open. I felt the fear turn over, like a living thing in my
stomach. How was I going to survive our confrontation? How could I even begin to explain everything
that had happened that night?
Luckily, I had Ron. “Hi, um, Ms. DeLuca.” He started out sounding very shy, but as my mother’s brows
furrowed closer together, he put a stronger edge to his voice. “I came to bring Maura home.” She was
still scowling.
“Um…I’m Ron by the way.” He put his hand out to her. She ignored that entirely.
My mother’s glare was venomous. “Maura! Get in the house this instant!”
Oh boy… She thought Ron was at fault for whatever imagined atrocities were going through her brain
right at the moment.
“Mom!” I was desperate to put everything right, despite how much trouble I knew I’d be in. “You have it
all wrong!”
“I said GET IN THE HOUSE!” she screamed at me, absolute fury flying from her eyes. I’d never seen her
so angry before, and I was terrified. “Do I need to ask you again?”
“N-n-no ma’am,” I stuttered. I hurried past Ron, but not without looking up at him with apology in my
eyes. I felt horrible for his being put in the middle, just because he’d happened to save my life.
Once inside, I steeled myself for another attempt at speaking to my mother. “Mom, will you please just
let me…”
“Don’t say anything, Maura.” Her voice shook. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through
tonight?”
I was confused then. Did she want me to stay quiet or answer her question?
Ron saved me again. “I think I can explain.” He took a tentative step onto the living room carpet.
I didn’t like the way Caelyn’s head snapped around when she looked at him. “What was your name
again?” she asked viciously.I saw him swallow hard as he answered, “Ron.”
She turned on him then. “Well, Ron!” It sounded like she’d chewed on his name before spitting the one
syllable out. “Do you mind telling me why it is you’re out with my daughter when she’s supposed to be
with Katie Parker? And after you’ve answered that, I’d really love to know why you would bring her
home wearing only that!!” She pointed the index finger of her shaking hand at me, standing on the
plush blue carpet next to our couch, holding onto its arm for support, my knees knocking together.
Ron went a little pale… I couldn’t stand to see my hero wrongly accused.
“Mom! Listen to me! If-if it weren’t for him, for Ron…Mom, I’d be dead right now!” I shouted all the
words out quickly before she had a chance to silence me again.

 

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Centuries-old
Mara is dying a slow death when she meets Lee, a young man whose life
has never belonged to him. Thrown together, they’re forced to fight
those who would destroy them and survive a slew of enemies they never
expected, even as Mara falls into a downward spiral of delusion and
obsession. Will she make a devil’s deal to save both their souls?
With pasts like theirs, can they ever have a future?

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On
the run from both vampires and hunters, Mara and Lee are forced to
confront the bleak reality of their future together. But an
unexpected turn of events offers Mara the chance to shift things in
her favor–at a cost. Will she walk away or will she embrace themagic?

Blood
Magic is a standalone short story that takes place within the novel
Love Lies Bleeding by Aspasía S. Bissas. You don’t need to read Love
Lies Bleeding to enjoy Blood Magic (but it doesn’t hurt).

Love Lies Bleeding: An Excerpt
Aspasía S. BissasMara listened as Lee paused outside the door; she supposed he was waiting for a reaction to his
abrupt departure. She didn’t give him one. After a while his footsteps moved away and she was
left fuming. She wasn’t vexed by his lack of faith in her methods, but by his lack of faith in her.
She tried delving into her books and at least getting some work done, but it was no use. All
she could think of was their argument, his stubbornness, and her own uncertainty about what to
do next. Could she really leave without him? She hoped it was a decision she wouldn’t have to
make, one he wouldn’t make her make.
Lost in thought, she wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she heard a scraping
sound at the front door. Was Lee back already? She’d expected him to be gone for hours,
possibly until morning. Maybe he was having his own second thoughts about their fight. She
couldn’t hold back a smile as she threw open the door.
“I hope this means we get to make up n—”
She was sent flying into the wall.

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