Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Author Jessica O'Gorek & Gemini Rising: Ethereal Fury

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Please help me welcome Author Jessica O'Gorek to my blog today!

Gemini Rising: Ethereal Fury
by Jessica O’Gorek



Angry at the human race and its methodical destruction of her resources, Mother Earth recruits souls who have just left their bodies to serve Her, and turns them against humanity. Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings, picked from these possessed humans, emerges. A powerful, rising force proceeds to carry out Mother Nature’s plan to systematically destroy towns, cities, states… and eventually, the world. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between a human girl, Violette, and Onyx, a lead Gemini, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.


Chapter 4
Everyone has spare humans-

“Give me my brother back and I’ll go to Saint Augustine’s,” a small voice, that of a child, caught his attention. He could barely make out the shadow of a little girl to his right, huddled behind a larger man with bulging eyes and greasy hair. With more gusto in her voice, she stepped out from behind the man and stood up taller, her jaw set in challenge.

“I said, let my brother Collin go, and I’ll get you into Saint Augustine’s.”

Something about the guts it took to speak to him so defiantly and offer herself for sacrifice intrigued him, but he wasn’t sure if she was even a member of the church.

“You belong to the church?” Onyx watched her head fall and her eyes blur with tears.

“I did…once.” She faltered in her brave facade, something in her broke, the frown on her face turned into a dark grimace.

“So none of you are current members?” A few murmurs of the word “no” and he was satisfied. Their testimonies seemed heartfelt and sincere. He did not feel like entering all of their minds one by one, his ire began to fade and the temperature immediately fell a few degrees. “All right, enough,” he said in defeat. The atmosphere then changed to one of relief and confusion.

“But you didn’t answer our question. We answered yours, but you didn’t answer ours!” A balding man almost cried as he slumped against the wall and rubbed his wrists where his shackles had scoured them raw.

“Why?” A woman beside him chimed in as Onyx turned to leave.

“Give me my brother! I know you have him!” The shy little girl was now screaming accusations at him, her fists pumping the air, but he paid her no mind.

It was always easier to leave out the details. Tork always said there was nothing worse than a room full of hysterical captives. Bad enough to be human, but add in the adrenaline and the fear of the unknown, they became that much more insufferable. He ignored their pleas and timid curses, pulling the door shut with a thud, cutting off their curious stares. Someone yelled out they were hungry and he hesitated a little, trying to remember what hunger was. Ah yes, the need for food. The youngest of his clan, Sapphire, usually fed them three meals a day: canned food, all stolen from the local country store. He had no need for food and didn’t keep any around. Sapphire and some others would simply slip into the stores at night and rob them blind in small quantities.

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I was born in Chesapeake, Virginia on April 19th, 1979. I was raised within the American Indian religion and was taught great respect for the earth and all its living beings. Powwows, sweat lodges, vision quests, you name it, I’ve done it. I was the weird kid who would confront kids on the playground in elementary school when they squished a bug. I would very sincerely tell them what they were doing was morally wrong and then I would pray for the bug to come back as a butterfly in its next life.

I grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. He took me around the country to different places so he could research and write his Wilderness Survival books. One of his greatest works, “The Path of Power,” was written with a great medicine man, Sunbear.

When I was twelve I started hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand pages. My dad always encouraged me and would rave about my writing. He gave me the confidence I needed to keep writing and follow my dream. My daughter, who is twelve, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the legacy.              

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Author Candice Burnett & Death Has A Daughter

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Please help me welcome Author Candice Burnett to my blog today!

Death Has a Daughter
Candice Burnett


Cendall, history’s first female Grim Reaper, has until her eighteenth birthday to prove she’s worthy of the role. The only obstacle in her way are those pesky Guardian Angels who protect human souls, but Cendall is certain she can handle any Guardian who gets in her way. 

However, nothing could have prepared Cendall for Lacie—a soul that is protected by multiple Guardians, wanted by Demons, and, most startling of all, can see Cendall. 

Cendall uses every trick in the book to try and slip past Lacie’s Guardians and collect her soul, but a Demon interferes at the last moment. In the chaos, Cendall accidently saves Lacie’s soul, along with one of the injured Guardians. Realizing Cendall fears termination for her mistake, the Guardian blackmails her with an offer she can’t refuse: in exchange for his silence, Cendall must keep Lacie’s soul safe from the Demon, until he recovers from his injuries. Cendall agrees—with the intention of checking Lacie’s soul off her list, the instant the Guardian is healed. But as the three of them are forced to work together, Cendall begins to question why Lacie is wanted by the Demons and if her name actually belonged on Cendall’s list in the first place.


Candice Marie Burnett  graduated from Eastern Michigan University with a Bachelor’s degree in Communications and Marketing.   She’s loved writing from a very young age, but has only recently pursued publishing her debut novel Death Has a Daughter.  She grew up in Woodhaven Michigan on a small farm with her mother, father, brother and sister.  She now lives in Atlanta Georgia, with two fluffy pugs and her husband, who has an overworked, undefeated, guardian at his side.  





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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Julieanne Lynch & Escaping Shadows

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Please help me welcome Author Julieanne Lynch to my blog today!


Shy and reserved Julieanne Lynch is an author of urban fantasy books for both adults and teens. Julieanne lives in Northern Ireland, with her husband and five children, where she works on her Shadows World novels and other series full-time. Before becoming a writer, she considered a few different career paths, a rock star being one of them. She studied English Literature and Creative Writing at The Open University, and considered journalism as a career path. However, she decided writing was the way for her and is thankful for each day she lives her dream.
An avid reader, Julieanne has always had an encompassing fascination with folklore. When not writing, she enjoys crime series such as Criminal Minds, CSI, NCIS and Cold Case, and loves anything with Vampires, listening to metal, meeting new people, drinking lots of green tea, and sharing her dreams with her children. She is a self-professed goth wanna-be,and is happy when left to write into the early hours of the morning.
Julieanne’s YA series, the Shadow World novels, so far contains Within the Shadows & Escaping Shadows, the third installment, Fighting Shadows is being written. It follows the war between vampires and shadow creatures. Giselle Bergman, an 18-year old human girl, falls victim to a scheme by one of her closest childhood friends, and embarks on a journey that sees her become the center of a battle between good and evil.
Julieanne also writes under the pen name: J.A. Lynch

Within the Shadows

Living on the razors edge, Giselle Bergman’s life is torn apart by her cheating boyfriend. Little does she realise that he is the least of her worries when her long term friend Alex reveals a secret long hidden, and introduces her to his family and a new, darker world; a world of lies, deceit and corruption.
Thrown from one problem straight into another, the razors edge gets thinner and sharper, testing Giselle’s sanity and vitality. Never truly knowing who her allies are, Giselle soon learns not to trust anyone, even herself.
How far will Giselle run to escape what fate has dealt her?
Will she ever truly be free from the shadows that not only want her soul, but have her reborn as their Queen?
Join Giselle on a journey that is only beginning…
Not even she can hide when living within the shadows.

Escaping Shadows
Giselle has barely had time to accept her new life, never mind the prospect of motherhood, but she finds herself, yet again thrown into chaos, only this time there is more than just her life at stake.
Awakening in a world among the angels, Giselle finds friendship with Ysoriel, an archangel, but little does she realise that Aurelius is under the watchful eye of Xavier and his minions, and soon enough Giselle falls prey to their wickedness.
Loyal and dashing Antoine does all he can to protect Giselle from Alex and Atarah, but underestimates the power of Xavier, taking him down to the pits of the Shadow World and a battle that see’s him question his own existence.
With vampires and shadow creatures vying for her life, can Giselle escape the darkness consuming her, or will she finally descend into the world of shadows?

Fighting Shadows
When we all think of Hell, we assume the worst. A world controlled by the darkest of entities, a place where man cannot outwit the devil himself, and survival is almost impossible.
Giselle is about to find out exactly how twisted Hell can be…
As Giselle travels through a Hell she never believed existed. Her wit is tested beyond belief, and all the while her closest companion Antoine fights to keep her sanity intact, whilst battling the incessant desire burning deep inside him.
Atarah teams up with Xavier to finally bring Giselle’s existence to an end, and raise baby Kaden as their own, but Alex is more than willing to end his son’s life to spite them all.
Will Giselle finally break free from the lure of the Shadows?
Can she avoid falling for the call of the Nymph?
Will Kaden survive the battle of all battles; Giselle and Alex?
Nothing has prepared Giselle for what is about to happen.
Join Giselle as she brings closure to a story that catapulted her from her once ordinary life, to a world darker, and faster than anything she ever imagined.

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Jodie Pierce

Monday, July 28, 2014

Author Debra Dunbar & Demons of Desire

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Please help me welcome Author Debra Dunbar to my blog today!

Demons of Desire
Half Breed Series
Book 1
Debra Dunbar

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication: 7/21/2014


Number of pages: 315
Word Count: 100,000

Cover Artist: Phatpuppyart Studios

Book Description:

Amber’s succubus desires are driving her, as well as every man within a five mile radius, crazy – and, Irix, the sexy incubus sent to tutor her, isn’t helping one bit. Determined to find some balance in her life as well as get away from his tempting presence, she escapes to visit a college friend in New Orleans.

But the Big Easy is anything but peaceful. Two powerful witch covens are battling for control of the mighty river and the potent ley lines that run through the city. Amber discovers her half-elven heritage may just resolve their differences, but the covens have other, more lethal, ideas. She knows she can restore the elemental energy to balance, but it’s not easy to play peacemaker when her succubus side wants to drown the whole city in a tide of lust.

The tensions between the covens aren’t her only trouble. There’s nowhere Amber can run to escape the siren-call of her demon nature, and nowhere she can run to escape the seductive incubus who won’t seem to take “no” for an answer. 

About the Author:

Debra Dunbar lives on a farm in the northeast United States with her husband, three boys, and a Noah’s ark of four legged family members.  Her fantasy novels feature supernatural elements in local settings. In addition to her Imp Series, and Half-Breed Series, she has also published a short story erotica series titled Naughty Mom. 

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Jodie Pierce

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Author Alexa Grace & Profile of Terror

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Please help me welcome Author Alexa Grace to my blog today!

Profile of Terror
Profile Series
Book Two
Alexa Grace

Genre:  Romantic Suspense

Publisher:  Golden Publishing, L.L.C.

Date of Publication: May 2014

ISBN-10: 0985593962
ISBN-13: 978-0-9855939-6-4

Number of pages: 263
Word Count: 80,583

Cover Artist:  Christy Carlyle of Gilded Heart Design

Book Description:

A missing coed named Abby Reece.

Two clever thrill killers are committing the most brutal, public, and horrifying abductions and murders in the county’s history.  The killers, known as the Gamers, have done this before, and are now upping their evil game to a new level.  The question is — can they be stopped before they kill again?

Things get complicated.

When an ex-girlfriend goes missing, Private Investigator Gabe Chase is obsessed with finding her.  But once her naked and posed body is discovered, the investigator becomes the investigated.  His passion for the victim’s beautiful sister is a complication he doesn't need, as he helps solve the county’s most baffling, terrifying murder cases ever.

Add a sociopathic serial killer who calls himself the Master.

A serial killer so deadly, the FBI’s behavioral analysts want to know when and why he began killing, as well as the identification and location of additional victims.  He will speak only to former federal agent, Carly Stone, a woman he blames for his capture.  When the profiler finds herself at the mercy of this ruthless killer, his becomes the most terrifying profile of all.

Profile of Terror

Three chilling villains, two passionate love stories, and pulse-racing suspense with startling plot twists keep readers on the edge of their seats from page one of this heart-pounding and unforgettable romantic suspense.

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About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author, Alexa Grace began her writing journey in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she'd held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.

Alexa Grace is consistently listed in top twenty of Amazon's Top 100 Most Popular Authors in the categories Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural.  In 2013, she was named one of the top 100 Indie authors by Kindle Review. A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.

Her books Deadly Offerings, Deadly Deception, and Deadly Relations are listed in e-retailer's Top 100 Bestselling Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural Books.  Deadly Offerings has not left the top ten bestselling free mystery romance and police procedural books since 2011.

Deadly Holiday, published in November 2012, is her holiday-themed romantic suspense novella, featuring all her Deadly Trilogy characters.

Alexa Grace's book Deadly Relations is included in the bestselling book set The Perfect Ten along with Dianna Love, Norah Wilson, Nancy Naigle, Andrienne Giordano, Misty Evans, Sandy Blair, Mary Buckham, Tonya Kappes and Micah Caipa.

Profile of Evil, the first book of the Profile Series was published in May 2013. Profile of Terror was released in May 2014  and Profile of Fear will be released in 2015.

Earning two degrees from Indiana State University, Alexa currently lives in Florida. She's a member of Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.

Her writing support team includes five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and emails from readers.

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Kimball Lee & Temptation Road

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Please help me welcome Author Kimball Lee to my blog today!

Temptation Road
Book 1
Kimball Lee

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Green Pastures Ink

ISBN: 9781301172214

Number of pages: 50
Word Count: 18,500

Book Description:

What if you had to choose between a life of fame and luxury or finding your truest love while restoring a house overflowing with magic and enchantment in the Blue Ridge Mountains?

Reagan Hart is the DeLuca Girl, hers is the world famous face of a generation. Her husband has directed five of the highest grossing movies of all time, and her ex is a hunky detective who can't get her out of his heart. She has all that glitters, but it isn't at all what she bargained for. Beguiled by the story of a mystical old house in the Blue Ridge Mountains, she walks out on her past and into her future.

In the village of Seven Devils, North Carolina she is drawn to and enchanted by The Mary's House and comes face to face and heart to heart with breathtakingly handsome and reclusive Fletcher Green. Fletcher steals Reagan's heart in an instant but there are secrets to be told and he hasn't uttered a single word in twenty years. Only his brother Teddy has discovered the mysterious truth that sets Fletcher apart from all others.

The two brothers will rebuild The Mary's House for Reagan and along with a town full of eccentric's she just might find her place among the charms and bits of magic, both good and evil. Fate, destiny, passion and a touch of the divine will change her forever as she becomes a part of all that exists on Temptation Road.

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Kimball Lee had break out success with Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles in the 2013 and hasn’t looked back. The topics of her novels and novella-series will vary, but her style of writing remains the same. Kimball doesn’t write 700 page books padded with useless words that take three pages to describe a doorknob. She does write funny, interesting, happy, sad, romantic, often titillating, and always thought provoking books that pack a lot good reading into just the right number of pages. Lee’s first novella, Legal Action, changed her life over night with more than 200,000 downloads in the first 90 days of publication. Kimball writes twelve to fifteen hours a day and she loves ALMOST every minute of it! Kimball Lee is represented by Joyce Holland at D4EO Literary Agency. Connect with Kimball via her social media networks, she actively engages her readers and shares some really great content!

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Author Morgan St. Knight & Curse of Prometheus: A Tale of Medea

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Please help me welcome Author Morgan St. Knight to my blog today!

Curse of Prometheus:
A Tale of Medea
Morgan St. Knight

Genre: Paranormal/urban fantasy

ISBN-13: 978-0991396092

Number of pages: 276
Word count: 107,000

The ancient world's most notorious sorceress has just become the modern world's only hope for survival.

Book Description:

How do you fight a god of light who has been seduced by darkness? That’s the challenge Medea Keres must meet. Posing as a wealthy young heiress in modern day Atlanta, no one knows she is the original Medea, the sorceress from ancient Greek legends.

As priestess of the witch goddess Hecate, Medea is charged with hunting demons that would otherwise overrun the world. Now she must face a far greater adversary. One of the twelve shining Olympian gods has turned rogue, violating the edict against human sacrifice. As the body count quickly rises, Medea knows her enemy is getting stronger.

With the help of the underworld nymph Orphne and the hero-god Heracles, she must find a way to unmask the evil so that the other Olympians will take action.

But as she probes deeper into a blood-soaked labyrinth of suspense and intrigue, Medea finds a net of deceit and treachery that will require all of her cunning to escape.

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Excerpt 1

He reached out a tentative hand to touch one of the wings. “God,” he whispered. “God, God, God, I’m sorry. What have you done to me?”
     “Get off it!” I snapped. “Don’t even pretend that this is a surprise. Who or what are you? And don’t bother telling me you’re some kind of angel. No angel has moves like the ones you just made with me!”
     “I don’t want to interrupt, but we have something else to deal with,” Heracles said, putting a hand on my arm. “I’m sure this can wait. He won’t be going anywhere.” He gently tugged me towards the steps.
    “Stay with him,” I told Orphne, hoping she knew the harshness in my tone wasn’t directed at her. “Don’t take your eyes off of him.”
     She half-smiled at that. “That’ll be an easy promise to keep.”
     Heracles bounded up the basement steps but I took them one at a time, a little reluctantly at that. I’d had enough aggravation for the night. I didn’t need something else on my plate.
   “You’ll want to put something on, unless the neighbors are very liberal.” He was heading for the front door.
   “Not by a long shot,” I muttered. I pulled my London Fog out of the closet and belted it around me. We stepped outside into a steady fall of rain. There were still muted flashes and thunder rolls overhead, but nothing like there’d been a short time ago.
   I threw my hands up. “This is what you wanted to show me? I know they don’t have anything but wonderful weather on Olympus, but surely you haven’t forgotten what rain is.”
   He walked towards the street. “It’s not quite the way I remember it. Come along. You’ll see what I mean.”
   I quashed the sound of annoyance rising in my throat and trotted to catch up with him. The rain seemed to be easing.
   He strode across the street. “Over here. You’ll get the picture.”
   The invective I’d chosen stopped at the tip of my tongue as I stepped out into the street.
   And out of the rain.
   I’d known rain to stop abruptly before, but this was different. Mostly, because I could still hear the rain behind me.
   I think I knew what I was going to see before I completed my slow turn. Something at the back of my mind said not to look, but I had to. Heracles was standing there with his arms folded.
   “Any ideas?” Damn him anyway, if he wasn’t smirking when he said it.
   I didn’t find anything at all funny about the fact that the storm was centered over my house—and only my house. The clouds, with their soft flashes of lightning and gentle peals of low thunder, were directly overhead. The sky over the rest of the street was clear, faint stars sparkling overhead.
   “Shit,” I said with real passion. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” Stamping my bare foot repeatedly on the asphalt to punctuate the curses hurt like hell, but I didn’t care at that point.
   “Shall I hazard a guess that this has something to do with what you were up to with our winged friend?”
   The anger and shock were fading, but they weren’t gone. I began pacing.
   “I don’t know. I don’t know what happened with him. But the storm came up just as we were...” I let the rest hang, but he’d gotten the message.
   “Remember Pompeii,” he said with a teasing note in his voice.
   “Accident! It was just… an… accident!”
   “An accident that conveniently happened as you were getting…acquainted… with a very unusual young man down on a nearby beach. An unusual young man who, it turned out—”
   “Was the son of Poseidon and a mortal woman,” I finished weakly as I sat down on the curb. Not a soul was stirring, not even a light as far down the street as I could see.
   I leaned back a bit and jumped as I got splashed by the rain that was still falling resolutely on my yard. It felt better to lean forward and put my head in my hands anyway.
   “I don’t need this. I don’t need something else. Tonight of all nights, I don’t need this.”
   Heracles crossed the street and sat down next to me. “Cheer up. It could be worse. It could have been another Vesuvius. Or maybe some other horrendous disaster. At least we weren’t buried like Pompeii.”
   “It’s disaster enough, isn’t it?” Still, I shivered a bit at what could have happened. We were nowhere near a volcano, but the New Madrid fault was close enough to Atlanta that it might have decided to give way during my little escapade.  Just because the Earth moved for me, didn’t mean it had to move for millions of other people. I decided to count my blessings.
   “Mixed bloods, Medea. Mixed bloods can call up very unusual phenomena when they mate. Perhaps it’s best we never were more than friends. Even when I was mortal, I was still half-god.”
   The rain was tapering off behind us. If there was any luck to be had, I hoped it would be enough to ensure that no one had bothered looking out their window to see a storm drenching only my house that night.
   “I suppose we’d best figure out who and what our friend is, and whether he’s any threat.” Heracles rose, holding out a hand without prompting this time. I took it and let him pull me up.
   “Just what I needed. Another mystery.”
   He trudged back through the grass. “Maybe this one will be easier to solve.” He sounded nonchalant enough about it. I tried to let the mood infect me, but it kept its distance. I felt like one of the storm clouds hovering over my house had just floated down and taken up permanent residence over my head.

Excerpt 2

   I spoke the charm that unsealed the sanctuary door. It swung open, and simultaneously candles in sconces around the walls flared to life.
   But they weren’t the only things that were glowing.
   Next to the altar that held a statue of Hecate, a censer and vessels for libations, there was a small side-table. The single object on it was radiating an eerie light. It was a Sybil’s mirror, my direct link to Hades. It was a convenient way to send in my reports.
   It was convenient most of the time, anyway. Just not at that particular moment. It should not have been glowing before I spoke the incantation to activate it.
   The smart thing to do would have been to run right out of that room, lock the door from the outside and chant an invocation to call up some of the entities I was on friendly terms with. But smart is never high on my list when I’m tired and hungry.
   So I went closer to the mirror. Mistake number one. The surface rippled like water, and I knew that images would soon break through.
   At first, all I could see was something ill-defined, like an object bobbing just below the surface of a cloudy pool of water. The image became more defined. I dimly saw a bejeweled hand caressing what appeared to be a crumpled mound of crimson velvet. The image sharpened even more: it was not velvet.
   It was flesh. A gaping, bloody hole in a human torso. The hand was stroking it slightly, dabbling ringed fingers into the gash as someone might lazily trail their hand in a cool pond on a warm spring day. I could tell it was a man’s body, but the image wasn’t wide enough for me to see his face, or the woman who was stroking the wound.
   Everything had a cloudy sheen to it and her jewelry had an off color, making the gems unidentifiable.  They were an odd, bluish-green.
   A soft voice filled the room, as if it was coming from every corner.
  “Drink, drink…” it cajoled. A woman’s voice, light and soothing with the hint of myriad promises.   
   The image receded a bit, enough for me to see more of the torso as well as the body’s arms. I could see it was a man, but no more.
   The vista slowly sank back into dimness. Another was surfacing. A mouth, surrounded by a lush beard. It was like black sable, sleek and oiled, arranged artfully into intricate curls and ringlets. A classic Greek style. The mouth and beard were all I could see, no other features to give me a clue about who it was.
The mouth was full and sensual, or at least it normally would be. I could tell that much even though it was twisted and pulled into a grimace. Pain? Ecstasy? A little of both, it seemed. It was not the expression which disturbed me the most.
   The lush lips were streaked with blood. I could see, as the mouth opened in a silent groan, traces of blood on the teeth.
   The image sharpened further, coming closer as if it was trying to come out of the mirror into my reality.     My eyes widened as I realized it was no trick of light. The mouth was emerging from the mirror. Only a slight protrusion at first, then more, more…
   The rim of the Sybil’s mirror was changing, becoming the same color as the blood on the lips pushing through the mirror’s surface.
   As I backed away my ears started buzzing and I felt the floor wavering beneath me. I heard a sound that quickly grew louder, a throaty whisper that turned from a hoarse cry of need into distinct words.
   “Join us. Join us. Join us… Medea…”
   Hearing my name sent a shock through me, enough to make me want to bolt. But I couldn’t.
   The hideous mouth opened wider and scarlet clouds spilled from it like steam from a seething cauldron. They swept across the floor, flowing over my feet and up my calves. My legs were rooted to the spot even though my mind wanted nothing more than to run in terror—out of the room, out of the house, out of the city if I could run that much.
   The room reeked of copper and ordure. Noxious fumes poured up my torso and over my chest and face, choking me.
   Without warning or intent I fell backwards. It took me a moment to realize that I hadn’t stumbled. I had been pulled.
   I could see the arms reaching from under my own, curving up over my chest towards my shoulders. They ended in hands that were as white as alabaster. White, except for the black nails that curved like talons from the fingers. Talons that were coming dangerously close to my throat.
   I barely noticed that the vile clouds were being sucked back into the mirror, as if some gigantic monster on the other side had drawn in a large breath. The light started to fade from the mirror. 
   I was spun around. As the mirror’s glow dimmed I saw a face pale as moonlight, a mouth crimson as a ripe pomegranate, and eyes the color of amethysts just inches from my face. 
   The most pronounced feature was the hair. It seemed to be made of cobwebs and mist, floating in a silvery-grey cloud. Some of it was moving. Alive. As I looked at it, things looked back at me. Vipers.
   The intruder’s mouth opened, revealing long curving fangs.
   “Medea…” The voice came from a distance, echoing as if I was in a deep cavern. The last thing I saw was the mouth opening wider, the fangs coming closer. Then the darkness took me.
   Welcome to my world. 

About the Author:

Morgan St. Knight live in Atlanta, and is a lifelong student of mythology, the occult, and comparative religion. With more than 25 years of experience as a journalist, Morgan enjoys the occasional foray into fantasyland to escape the grim realities of life. He is currently working on the sequel to "Curse of Prometheus" and is developing a second paranormal series which also takes place in the South.

Twitter: @morganstknight

Tour giveaway:

1 Kindle Fire HDX 7 16 GB (with special offers)

5 Kindle Copies of Curse of Prometheus: A tale of Medea

Kindle Giveaway
To win, you just have to follow Morgan on Twitter @MorganStKnight and send a tweet that says "Entering giveaway for CoP". Only one tweet is necessary, but you must send that one tweet to know you're interested in entering the giveaway.
Additionally, Morgan will be giving away 2 copies of "Curse of Prometheus" each week of the tour. Everyone who enters for the Kindle giveaway on a given week is automatically entered for that week's book giveaway.
And yes, if you win a copy of the book, you are still in the running for the Kindle giveaway. 

Please thank Morgan for joining us today! Please check out her links and giveaway!

Keep Writing!
Jodie Pierce