Author: Calinda B
Narrator: Alex Black
Length: 7 hours 22 minutes
Series: The Bloodstone Quadrilogy, Book 2
Publisher: Calinda B
Released: Oct. 5, 2020
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Author: Calinda B
Narrator: Alex Black
Length: 8 hours
Series: The Bloodstone Quadrilogy, Books 1-4
Publisher: Calinda B
Released: Oct. 17, 2020
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Congratulations to author P.J. Braley on the release of her dark fantasy novel, The Fire Slayers! Read on for an exclusive excerpt and a chance to win some AMAZING prizes!
The Fire Slayers
Publication Date: November 10th, 2020
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Liminal Press
“I understand, Venzel. I will be your servant forever. I will never leave your house. I will keep your secrets. Now, if it pleases you, tell me the words that are worth a man’s tongue.”
Ezri sat in stunned silence as Venzel told him about his life with a subterranean brotherhood bound together by a commitment to survive at any cost. Although resembling other ranches dotting the desert landscape, it is not long before Ezri realizes that Venzel’s home is not what it seems. The house is lavish, but empty, the horses in the immaculate stables are rarely ridden, and any woman who enters their gate never leaves.
Everything changes when Venzel brings home a bride. Passionately in love, the empty house is suddenly filled with life and laughter, but it does not last. A tragic mistake robs their son of his human identity and whisks her away too soon. Inheriting the most dangerous traits of both species, Timaeus’s struggle between the love for his human parents and the responsibilities to his alien brotherhood transforms the Fire Slayer he was created to be into an assassin dreaded and despised by the brotherhood who fears him almost as much as it needs him.
Venzel crossed his arms in front of the tent and waited.
“Halil, yes or no?”
Halil looked around and saw nothing except this man and the tent. “Maybe, but there is something wrong. Where are his horses, wagons, companions? No one travels in the desert alone, and no one carries a tent this size on his back.”
“Do you want me to fire it?” an older man asked, pulling a lighter from his pocket.
“Not yet. If it comes to a fight, we will have to kill him, and I don’t want him dead. I want her, and there is much this man can tell us–if he is the right man. A dead man will tell us nothing.”
Halil bowed in Venzel’s direction.
“I’m looking for a woman.”
“Aren’t we all?” replied Venzel to the general amusement of the other men.
Halil ignored them. “I’m looking for a very specific woman who was hired as a servant by a man who owned a tent with blue and purple stripes. What I want to know, and we will kill you if you lie, are you that man?”
“How will you know if I lie? There are many blue and purple striped tents.”
“Not as many as there were three weeks ago.”
Rapidly putting together a plan, Venzel took the scimitar and knife out of his sash, knelt down and laid them on the ground in front of him.
“If you intend to destroy his tent, please kill me now before my master returns for he will kill me a hundred times before I will be allowed to die.”
“Where is he?”
“He is hawking with the rest of his company.”
Halil nodded. “How long have you been with him?”
“Were you with his last caravan?”
“I am with all of his caravans.”
“Did you see any of the women?”
“It is death to go near the women, but we see them sometimes. Most are very beautiful.”
“Do you remember one with soft golden hair?”
“Two or three.”
“With eyes the color of the morning sky?”
“Lalei,” he said quietly.
Without warning, Halil backhanded Venzel across the face. “Do not say her name, dog! Servant of a dog master! Do not even breathe her name. Never!”
Venzel’s face burned as he stared at the sand in front of him. Slowly moving his hand towards his pistol, he heard the simultaneous lever action of four rifles. He was so close, but it was impossible to fight them all.
For a few moments no one moved.
Venzel turned and saw Destani at the tent’s opening. The point of the dagger in her left hand hovered above her heart. Standing behind Venzel, she put out her right hand.
“Please do not kill him. It is not his fault.”
The men lowered their rifles. They had been searching for three weeks. Now, at an oasis in the middle of the desert, the loveliest woman they could imagine would finally answer Halil’s questions.
Halil stepped forward.
“Who are you?”
“I am Kizi. I was also hired as a servant on the last caravan.”
“You may lower the dagger, Kizi, we will not harm you.”
“So you say, but I have been lied to before, and as you have already struck one innocent person, the dagger will stay where it is. Even if you speak the truth, it would not be worth my life for my husband to return and find his servant dead and the tent burned. He…” she paused and lowered the ivory and gold scarf so that they could see her hair, “can be cruel.”
At the sight of her short hair, Halil fell to his knees and screamed, “Lalei!”
“Halil…” she said softly, “La… she is not harmed. When I last saw her, she was not happy, but she was well. No one has hurt her, nor will they. Not anymore.”
He looked up at her. “You, you can say her name. I… I don’t mind.”
Destani smiled gently. “Lalei is fine, not one hair on her head has been harmed.”
Halil stood up and took a step towards her.
“Stop,” she said, pressing the dagger into the fabric. “Please do not come any closer. If you touch me, he will kill me himself.”
Halil stopped. When Destani relaxed drops of blood stained the ivory silk above her heart.
“Why do you say no one will hurt her anymore? What has happened? Where is she? I have money…” he said, patting his saddlebag, “…to bring her back, I just need to know where she is.”
Destani’s sad smile broke Halil’s heart. He knew, even before she spoke, that Lalei was lost to him.
“We were hired as servants, Halil, and were given the choice to remain servants, or become wives. Each of us, including Lalei, willingly chose to become wives. We were not forced, and we were given three chances to change our minds. Our husbands,” she said, smoothing the fine fabric with her hand, “are very generous.”
Swallowing hard, Halil managed to choke out, “When?”
“How long has it been since the wedding, Venzel?”
“Fourteen days, Mistress.”
Halil could not hide the hopeless anguish he felt.
“I am so sorry if I have caused you pain, Halil. If you let me live and I see her again, is there a message I can give her?”
Words burned in Halil’s throat; words of undying love and devotion that he could not speak because she had three chances to stay true to him, and willingly chose a different path. Looking into her eyes, he said, “I will let you live, Kizi, though I am uncertain as to what kind of life you will have. As for La…” he bit down hard and clenched his teeth, “…her, no. I have no message for such as she.”
“Thank you, Halil,” she said, bringing her hands together over the glittering hilt of the dagger and bowing slightly. “It shall be as you wish.”
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About the Author
Copy editor turned fiction writer, PJ Braley divides her time between writing essays for her master’s degree and stories about a race of aliens willing to make any sacrifice to save the planet. When she isn’t researching or writing, you will find her sitting on the back deck sipping sangria with her husband, Jim, and their rescue corgi, Nymeria. Learn more about PJ or The Fire Slayers, at pjbraley.com or follow her at @pjbraley.
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Author: Ambrose Zack Adams
Narrator: Ivan Andres Ley
Length: 11 hours and 23 minutes
Publisher: Kinetic Grappling
Series: The Serpent’s Heir, Book 1
Released: Jun. 11, 2020
Genre: Dark Fantasy
When Lucian Draco becomes the youngest person to ever be accepted into the Valiant Minds School of Magic, the fact that magic even exists at all is as much knowledge as he has on the subject. After a lifetime of being sheltered by his father, Lucian is more than ready to learn where he fits into the magical community…but the answer is more complicated than he’s prepared for. Thrust into a new world of competitions and rivalries, fast friends and faster enemies, Lucian soon discovers he’s no ordinary mage – he’s the living host of a long-dormant spirit called the Dragon of the Mind, born with power and intelligence beyond his wildest dreams. But there’s a reason Lucian’s father kept the truth of this power hidden from his own son, and it’s not the only secret being kept. With supernatural threats looming on the horizon, including a bloodthirsty vampire aching to restart an ancient war, getting through school is about to become the least of Lucian’s worries.
From the time Ambrose Adams was a child, he enjoyed emerging himself in the worlds of fantasy and sci-fi. When reading books, watching television shows or movies, the mysterious worlds and creatures captivated Ambrose’s young mind and left him anticipating the next new realm. While continuing to be an avid reader through his adulthood, Ambrose started to have ideas of new worlds, characters, and stories for books of his own. However, he loathed writing, which made him hesitant and unsure of where to start. After 2 years of research, writing, revisions, more writing, and editing Ambrose wrote his first book – The Unseen Blade Book 1 of the Serpent’s Heir. He is looking forward to the doors this experience has opened and has already started writing the next book. When not engaging in his newfound hobby of writing or spending time with his wonderful family, Ambrose enjoys exercising, gaming, and training. He runs a successful Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu school in College Station, TX. He was born and raised in Indianapolis, IN.
Audio book narrator Ivan Andres Ley was born in 1992 and grew up in McKinney, Texas. From his earliest days, Ley’s parents and grandparents instilled a love of reading and a love of listening to others read aloud. He still remembers vividly the times he was sent to dreamland by his grandmother’s readings of Dr. Suess and sitting wide-eyed listening to his father read The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe from C. S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia. Ley’s thirst for reading was never sated, and before long he began to read to others, beginning as early as elementary school by reading to his younger brothers. His love of storytelling and the performing arts led him to study music and stage craft, and he holds a bachelor’s degree in music education from Oklahoma State University and a master’s degree in Vocal Performance from the University of Houston. Ley currently teaches music and performs in operas professionally, but he never forgot his love of reading aloud for others. The Unseen Blade, Book 1 of The Serpent’s Heir is Ley’s first professionally published audio book. He hopes you will enjoy it and look forward to more audio books narrated by him soon.
Q&A with Author Ambrose Adams
- Tell us about the process of turning your book into an audiobook.
- This is kind of a fun story because I didn’t plan on making an audiobook. During a DND (Dungeons ‘n Dragons) session, I was telling my group about my book. I was telling them how I was wrapping up and getting ready to publish in a couple months. My buddy Ivan, the Ranger of our party, who is an opera singer, said how he would love to get into audiobook narration. I said I would love to have my book in audio, and that I would do it; but I’m terrible. He did a copy accent for me, and the rest is history.
- Do you believe certain types of writing translate better into audiobook format?
- Not really. I’ve listened to self-help books, mysteries, to low fantasy to high fantasy. Whether you like the writing or not, that is what keeps you engaged. And how well the narrator can bring that writing to life.
- How closely did you work with your narrator before and during the recording process? Did you give them any pronunciation tips or special insight into the characters?
- Initially I was closely involved with the narration process. I constantly gave feedback on the characters, how they should sound, and how I wanted the characters to be performed. Ivan went with my suggestions and then kind of created his own performance. Which was extremely cool because I got to be like the rest of the listeners – hearing a performed rendition of the book for the first time.
- Are you an audiobook listener? What about the audiobook format appeals to you?
- Yes, I love audiobooks. Audiobooks is actually what got me back into reading. My first audiobook was The Hunger Games. I love the fact that I can listen and read. While I’m driving, doing yard work, and any other type of physical activity I can listen. It takes me to another world.
- If this title were being made into a TV series or movie, who would you cast to play the primary roles?
- I have an idea of what the characters would look like, but the problem is the ages. Some of them would be too old to play the characters.
- Ricky Whittle is an actor I had in mind for Lucian who is the main character. He is the main actor on the tv show American Gods. He has the look and build similar to Lucian; but, unfortunately he is a little old to play the character.
- Chole Grace Maretz as Anna. Her portrayal in the movie Kick-Ass is something that fits a character like Anna throughout the whole story. Again, she might be too old to play the part; but, you know how Hollywood is.
- What do you say to those who view listening to audiobooks as “cheating” or as inferior to “real reading”?
- I’ve heard this and think it’s kind of crazy. It just depends who you are and what you prefer. My wife hates listening to audiobooks, and it’s actually harder for her to gather all the information through audio. Everyone absorbs material differently.
- Have any of your characters ever appeared in your dreams?
- No, however I have found myself thinking about different characters and the different decisions they would make – when I’m driving, watching tv, shopping to flesh out character development.
- What’s your favorite:
- Food – Pizza
- Song – So Beautiful – Musiq Soulchild
- Music Artist – Jay-Z
- Book – The Name of the Wind – Patrick Rothfuss
- Television show – The Boys – on Amazon
- Movie – a tie between The Matrix and Avengers End Game
- Sports team – Indiana Pacers
- Hobby – Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu
- Are any of those things referenced in appearance in your work?
- Combat sports is a definite influence. I used jiu-jitsu techniques to help me in writing the fighting sequences.
- What’s next for you?
- I am currently working on book 2 of The Serpent’s Heir. I am finishing up the final act of the story and getting ready to send it to editing.
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Behind the Veil, the hordes gather, eager to savage the world. But Kalann il Drakk, First of Chaos, is untroubled by the shimmering wall that holds his beasts at bay. For if he cannot cleanse the land of life, the races will do it for him. All he needs is a spark to light the fire.
Three unlikely allies stand in his way.
A misfit elf plagued by failure—
When Elanalue Windthorn abandons her soldiers to hunt a goblin, she strays into forbidden territory.
A changeling who betrays his home—
Talin Raska is a talented liar, thief, and spy. He makes a fatal mistake—he falls for his mark.
A halfbreed goblin with deadly secrets—
Naj’ar is a loner with a talent he doesn’t understand and cannot control, one that threatens all he holds dear.
When the spark of Chaos ignites, miners go missing. But they won’t be the last to vanish. As the cycles of blame whirl through the Borderland, old animosities flare, accusations break bonds, and war looms.
Three outcasts, thrust into an alliance by fate, by oaths, and the churning gears of calamity, must learn the truth. For they hold the future of their world in their hands.
Q & A with D. Wallace Peach
Which character was the hardest to write?
Probably Elanalue Windthorn, Alue for short. She’s an elf—prideful, entitled, disdainful, almost incapable of seeing her people as flawed. She occasionally does the “poor me” thing too, which is annoying. So… I had to be careful, because I wanted readers to like her. I tried to show that she’s a good person at heart, despite her biases. Throughout the story her opinions are challenged, and she matures. That’s her character arc. She learns some tough truths about herself and her people…it’s a painful process but makes her a more compassionate and just person.
D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life after the kids were grown and a move left her with hours to fill. Years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books, and when she started writing, she was instantly hooked. Diana lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two dogs, bats, owls, and the occasional family of coyotes.
(A Dysfunctional Family of Witches Prequel)
Date Published: October 1, 2019
Publisher: Spellbound Books
The illegitimate granddaughter of Catherine the Great finds a shapeshifting stone and discovers the magic to be young and live forever. Years later, Dima’s teenage daughter resents a mother who is 112 years old but shifts into a woman young enough to be her sister. Medea loathes a mother who loves her 17 cats more than she does her daughter. Medea despises a mother who claims all witchcraft as her magic and treats her daughter like a slave. In secret, Medea develops her own sorcery.
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A Dysfunctional Family of Witches
By B. Austin
Magical powers sometimes came during times of panic to those who have always had the magic in their physical chemistry.
With the power of her mind, Medea slammed the back-kitchen door in Nick-Nick’s face.
Her mother’s lover spun to the other exit.
She slammed the door leading from the kitchen to the living room.
With one nod of her head, she sealed the kitchen windows.
She locked Nick-Nick into the kitchen with magic. He could not even break a window with a hammer.
It was dark by now and Nick-Nick had no neighbors behind him, just some scary-looking woods.
With one piercing look, Medea lit up all four burners of the stove.
She shook her head and the flames roared from the stove to the ceiling.
Nick-Nick pounded on a kitchen window, screaming at Medea, “Witch, let me out!”
He would have murdered me, Medea thought as she watched the kitchen burn.
She never even flinched as the flames spread to Nick-Nick and he seemed to melt like wax. She could smell the stink of burning flesh.
When Nick-Nick crumpled from her view of the window to the kitchen floor, Medea blinked her eyes, putting out the flames.
Medea then dragged out the scorched body. Thank goodness his neighbors really did mind their own business. She planned to bury Nick-Nick but then she heard the fire trucks roaring up the street.
Medea let go of Nick-Nick’s burned hands and ran to the car in the driveway.
Oh Christ! I murdered a capo of the Mafia!
About the Author
B. Austin grew up in the Land of Enchantment, New Mexico. She was told true tales of witches by her superstitious family. Before writing full time, she toiled in tech as a software engineer. She currently lives in Florida. She, also, writes under the name of Belinda Austin.
In 19th century Europe the most deadly vampire-killing weapon ever devised is up for grabs – and both the Undead and the living will stop at nothing to possess it…
It’s a legend, a fairy story parents tell frightened children to make them sleep. Basium Lucis – Daylight’s Kiss – the fabled compound that recreates sunlight in a bottle and incinerates bloodsucking monsters on contact.
Vampire hunter Anton Yoska doesn’t believe in its existence or the whispered rumours of its creation by Leonardo Da Vinci 250 years before.
But when a mysterious Hungarian arts dealer claims to have uncovered the long-lost formula, Anton’s cynicism is shaken to the core as he is tasked to procure the pyrotechnic marvel for the Vatican’s centuries-old battle with the vampire sect known as the Brethren.
In a desperate race to beat nosferatu forces intent on destroying the wonder weapon, and cold-blooded gangsters who desire the Alchemist’s most prized invention for their own aggrandisement and riches, Anton is caught in a maelstrom of double dealing and lies…
Traps loom at every turn, and nothing is what it appears, but acquiring the Basium Lucis is the least of his problems – for the ferocious Modjeski vampire family want retribution for his slaughter of their clan chief a year before. And old flame and rival slayer, Nadia, has her own devious plans to thwart Anton’s quest.
As time runs out and predators circle, the beleaguered hunter realises he’s been tricked into a suicide mission. But Anton Yoska won’t go down without a fight – and he doesn’t care who he takes to Hell with him.
Jay Raven is the author of Gothic chillers and historical horror reminding readers that the past is a dangerous place to venture, full of monsters and murderous men. He blames his fascination with vampires, witches and werewolves on the Hammer Horror films he watched as a teenager, but living in a creepy old house on the edge of a 500-acre wood may have something to do with it.
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The Wingless Angel: Excerpt 1 – Long Excerpt
It is important to note that part of the Devil’s plan in Hell is to malform, or as a function of Hell’s design, force you to malform your body. This has been fully and completely orchestrated by the Devil. It is widely known that man has an enduring and sometimes obsessive attachment to his body. In order to successfully survive in Hell, you must endeavor to release yourself from this constraint, as it will only hinder your progress. Understand that you are dead, fully and completely. Although you will feel pain, just as you have felt it in life, the idea of self-preservation from the standpoint of your physical visage is irrelevant. Those who can release themselves from the attachment of their physical selves and embody these principles are amongst the most successful survivors in Hell.
—From “Hell: A Survival Guide”
Montly sat perfectly still on the soft waiting room couch. Supple onyx skin stuffed with semi-hardened fat; the couch almost engulfed her. The cushions, cool and refreshing, were comfortable against her rough, chapped thighs.
“Would you like something to drink?” asked the receptionist.
“Of course,” Montly said without thinking. Her mind was elsewhere—paging through her studies, her practice questions, and the stories she’d rehearsed in preparation for the interview.
The receptionist got up from her white, bone-on-bone carved desk while Montly watched in silence. She wore the most exquisite, sinew-netted blouse, so translucent her breasts could be seen through it. Her legs, wrapped tightly in a black-skinned skirt, looked smooth and unlabored. But her shoes fascinated Montly the most. She had never seen their equal: high, thin stilettos, pristine polished white bone on their sides, with heels of pure, whole teeth. As the receptionist walked to get Montly the water she’d offered, the teeth ground on the bone tile so loudly, she thought the floor was cracking.
Montly felt a tinge of jealousy. She wore the only garments she had: an off-white, skin overcoat with a pair of loose fitting, high-water pants held up by a braided-vein belt. Her shoes, a pair of simple, skin-folded moccasins, were old and tattered. Montly wasn’t even wearing a blouse. She felt the overcoat was enough, and besides, she didn’t have any breasts to speak of. She’d removed them long ago, far too useless for the weight they burdened her with.
The receptionist returned with a small cup made of thinly pressed keratin.
“I just want you to know,” the receptionist whispered. “Us girls here on The Sled, we’re pulling for you.”
“Thank you.” A slight wave of anxiety released itself as Montly took the cup. She drank deeply. The cup smelled of finger- and toenails, but the taste of the water overpowered that. It must have been filtered at least twice, as it wasn’t salty at all. They had such luxuries here on the Sled, nothing like living out in the Skin-Land with the Herd, Montly thought.
“He’s usually late. He likes to make people sit and sweat it out,” said the receptionist.
“Yeah, well, it’s working,” Montly replied.
The receptionist strode back to her desk with the toothy stilettos grinding. “So, you command part of the Herd? That’s what I was told.”
“I do,” Montly said with guarded confidence. She rolled her muscled shoulders back, cracking her spine in a few sore places. The couch had become almost too soft for her, the fat pockets molding too willingly to her body.
“I can’t imagine being out there again,” the receptionist continued. “It was so long ago for me, but it still makes me shudder.” A fearful tone soaked her words. “I got out of the Herd as fast as I could. Up here on the Sled, you just have so many more opportunities, and well, the food’s much better.” She let out a giggle.
Montly just smiled with a half curl to her lips, counting the long moments between this conversation and her interview.
“I’m actually going to be leaving this position soon to be an assistant for one of the Daughters,” the receptionist continued. “I have a friend who is going to get me in. She says I’m sure for it because of my work here, and because I have the right look. Then I’ll be invited to all of the dinners, probably meet the Devil . . .”
Montly had trouble paying attention to what she was saying, distracted by the receptionist’s “right look.” She had a soft, perfectly skin-stretched face, the work of an expert engineer, no doubt. It was puffed with creamy fat in all the right places and anchored with cultured bone spurs. But Montly could catch even the tiniest of imperfections in a person, and she could see one such detail clearly in the receptionist. Hidden beneath all of the confidence and the clothes, just below the personality she tried so hard to project, lay a deep fear. Montly realized she could almost see the remnants of a capital H depressed into the receptionist’s forehead.
Of course, “Sin follows, it does not lead,” Montly thought. It was part of an ancient saying she’d repeated to her Broken slaves in the Herd many times before. Funny how relevant it was here amongst the “civilized” people on the Sled.
A fast, hollow tapping started. It seemed to be coming from behind the reception desk, born from some mechanism beneath the floor, Montly guessed.
“He’s ready for you now,” the receptionist said.
Montly rose from the couch, straightened her overcoat, and rolled her shoulders back once more to crack her spine.
“Thank you.” Montly walked into the office, her moccasins not making a sound on the tile.
Fabrice Wilfong has been writing fiction since he was 15 years old. His works have consistently leaned towards the dark side of human experience, where he uses characters and philosophy to challenge our shared interpretations of life.
Summer Princess, Dark Fae #1
by Sloane Murphy
releases FEBRUARY 20!
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She’s marked for a life she doesn’t want. He’s the one compelled to make her comply.
Emilia Daarke has fallen in love with the one person she should never have. After being caught by her father, she is thrust into a deadly game she must win, not just to save herself, but the ones she loves the most.
When Cade Vasara sees the girl he once loved, the one that got away, he’s torn between love and duty.
With betrayal and secrets running riot, and a ticking clock against them both, can they set aside their past, or will their present tear apart their world?
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