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Dead of Night Review Tour 


In a dark and desolated After Earth, love still does exist, but the cost of bearing such a flaw is death. World War III has left Earth in utter turmoil. People’s beliefs are said to be the cause of the worldwide destruction. After The Clearing new laws are set about – to show certitude in anything besides the law is weak and chargeable as mutiny. To be illogical and have faith in religion is illegal, to be limitless is dangerous. And Illness is seen as a defect – all flaws that are inexcusable. But to love is the greatest betrayal of all mankind. It is a fault the world has long forgotten and punishable by death, a fatal risk Aecker and Opel are fully prepared to take – because in love there is freedom. But how far can they push back before it claims their lives and of those they care about? 

My Review: It’s so good! I can’t say enough amazing things about this story. It’s creative, it’s so well written, and it’s just a fantastic story. You want to keep reading as soon as you start the story, it’s hard to put it down. I won’t give any of the story away but if you like unique well told stories then Labuschagne is the author for you. The imagery is amazing, she weaves the scene in a way you can see it! 5 enthusiastic stars!!

Carlyle Labuschagne is a South African award winning author working her way into the hearts of international readers with her first two books in the Broken Trilogy. Her first young adult dystopian novel “The Broken Destiny” reached top 3 in its YA debut Category. The Sequel Evanescent won YATR literary award for best Sci-Fi book 2013.

“My goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another.”

The Crystal Keeper Blog Tour

Title: The Crystal Keeper

Author: Laurisa White Reyes

Genre: Epic Fantasy
Expected Release Date: February 9th, 2015
Cover Design: Emma Michaels

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours


Jayson lives among the shadows of Hestoria, his sole purpose for staying alive – to protect his half of the Seer’s crystal. Exiled from his homeland for loving the king’s daughter, Ivanore, Jayson is now pursued by two opposing factions: the Vatéz (League of Sorcerers) who intend to use the crystal for their own selfish gain, and the Guilde, the ancient guardians of the crystal.


Meanwhile, Ivanore flees from her father to Hestoria in search of Jayson. As the Seer, she is plagued with visions of him being tortured and is determined to rescue him. When the Vatéz capture her, however, she unwittingly jeopardizes everything Jayson has vowed to protect. He must now make a terrible choice: Should he save Ivanore or save the crystal?

Though written for adults, The Crystal Keeper series is the prequel to Ms. Reyes’ fantasy series for children, The Celestine Chronicles.




Senior Editor of Skyrocket Press and Editor-in-Chief of Middle Shelf Magazine, Laurisa White Reyes is the author of several middle grade and young adult novels, including The Rock of Ivanore,The Last Enchanter and ContactThe Crystal Keeper is her first series for adults.


Author Links:

Editor in Chief Middle Shelf Magazine
Publisher Skyrocket Press
Moderator Middle Grade Mania


Ivanore hunched over the parchment, the tip of her quill flicking above her hand like a trapped bird desperate for escape. The tallow candle cast a cramped circle of light across the table, hardly enough to see by. If only the night would last a little longer. Perhaps then she would have enough time to write everything she needed to. But alas, time was one thing she had too little of—that and light.

An older man with long, gray-streaked hair and piercing gray eyes, waited beside her. The stone bungalow, their most recent of many hiding places, boasted the barest of furnishings: the table, stool, cot—and a plain wooden chest, its key held tight in his fist.

A sudden thump sounded at the door, startling them both. A strand of Ivanore’s hair, gold as the candle light, fell across the page. She quickly tucked it back into place and wrote faster.

Zyll laid a hand on Ivanore’s shoulder. “They are here,” he whispered.

Ivanore finished the document and handed it to Zyll unbound. Turning to the chest, he carefully laid the pages inside.

“Wait,” said Ivanore. “Will you keep this as well?” A flat circle of pale green crystal lay in her open palm.

“But you will need it. I mustn’t—”

“Please,” she insisted, pressing it into his hand. “I can’t risk losing this one.”

Zyll reluctantly folded his fingers around the cool stone. “Of course, milady,” he said. Then, adding the crystal to the parchment, he laid a plate of thin wood atop them both, sealing the chest’s false bottom. He closed the lid and locked it.

The pounding at the door grew more insistent. Whoever stood outside was using his full weight against it in an effort to break through.

“We must hurry,” said Zyll.

Ivanore allowed herself a quick glance at the chest, offering the briefest of prayers that the gods would keep it safe until her return. Then, taking her by the arm, Zyll ked her through the low archway dividing the bungalow’s front room from the back.

A loud crash of splintering wood resounded through the bungalow. Their visitors had finally broken in.

“Find her now!” a deep voice bellowed.

Grateful for the trousers she now wore instead of her usual cumbersome skirts, Ivanore clambered onto a stool and through a narrow window, lowering herself as quietly as possible to the ground outside. Once Zyll had done the same, they stole away across the rocky field. Though the sky was black as ink, their path was illuminated by the amber glow of volcanic fissures scoring the area for miles around.

“There she is!” a man’s voice shouted behind them. The words sent spasms of fear through Ivanore. She glanced behind her and saw three soldiers emerge from the bungalow, wearing the gold and red cross of her father’s crest. They had tracked her even here, to the remotest corner of Imaness. Would Fredric ever let her be?

Ivanore stopped running. She looked at Zyll, her trusted guardian and ally these past months since she had fled Dokur, and knew her time with him had come to an end.

“You’ll watch over them until I return?” she asked, out of breath. “Keep them safe. Don’t let my father find them.”

“You have my vow,” Zyll whispered, his voice tight with emotion.

Ivanore’s eyes welled with tears as she pressed her lips against the calloused skin of Zyll’s hand.

“Go,” said Zyll. “Go now before it’s too late.”

Ivanore released Zyll’s hand and sprinted forward alone. As she ran, she cupped her hands around her mouth and let out a loud, sharp call, much like that of a hawk or an eagle. She risked another glance over her shoulder and watched as Zyll turned to face their pursuers. As the soldiers neared, their swords glinting in the fireglow, Zyll held up his hands. A horizontal bolt of cerulean lightning shot out from his palms, striking the oncoming soldiers. The men recoiled, their bodies instantly singed and bloody.

Ivanore ran on. In desperation, she repeated her call, and this time another voice called back. A dark form appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against the light of the volcanic fractures and growing larger as it approached with tremendous speed. As it neared, the creature’s massive feathered wings moved the air around Ivanore in warm, powerful gusts. Ivanore saw clearly its eagle’s head with a beak large enough to break a man in two, paired with the muscular, furred body of a lion. As she ran toward it, the gryphon lowered its head, waiting.

Behind her, the soldiers reeled in pain, but they did not forget their duty. One man struggled to his knees, grunting from the effort. Reaching over his shoulder, he slid a short bow and arrow from his pack and swiftly took aim.

Ivanore reached the gryphon, and in one smooth motion hoisted herself onto its back, twisting her arms deep into the feathers on the creature’s neck. In that same moment, a single arrow found its mark in Ivanore’s shoulder. Ivanore cried out before her body slumped forward and her mind went dark. The gryphon took flight then, and in less time than it took to draw another arrow—or a breath—they had vanished into the night.

If You Dare Cover Reveal!! S.E. Lund

Title: If You Dare
Author: S.E. Lund
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Suspenseful Romance / Military Romance
Expected Release Date: March 30, 2015
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

I knew the moment I saw Beckett Tate that he was dangerous but I couldn’t resist him. Our attraction was immediate and our chemistry mutual right from the first moment our eyes met.
Until that day, I’d been in mourning after my fiancé Dan died under mysterious circumstances in Iraq, leaving me widowed before I even walked down the aisle. After a year spent rebuilding my life, I was ready to start over. If fate could take away my future and everything I planned for so carefully, I was going to get as much out of life as possible.
I wanted to live again without fear so when Beckett walked into my life, I was ready for him. Despite our intense connection, our passionate affair ended all too soon. One day, he was gone, warning me to stay away because he was “bad news.”
Now, I’m on a mission to discover why he warned me off, even if it breaks my heart…
S. E. Lund lives with her family of humans and animals in a small city in Western Canada in an old

house on a quiet tree-lined street. Besides writing erotic, contemporary and paranormal romance, she writes science fiction and fantasy, science fact, advocates for climate action, plays piano and dreams of living in a warm climate by the ocean.

Author Links:
Twitter:  @elizal2012

Just One Sip | Learn About The Club

Karim, Texas has a delightfully dirty little secret: The Club.

Logo A private, exclusive BDSM world lies beyond the door of the unassuming 3-story building just off main street. All are welcome, but beyond the throbbing beats from the DJ and generous taps of the bartenders, no one know what lies upstairs.

Except, of course, those who are invited. Few are. Even fewer stay.

But if you are one of the lucky ones, one of the brave ones… all of your fantasies will come true.

border1There are 24 novella in The Club series, all from different authors, including Yours Truly, Scarlett Dawn, Missy Johnson, Lexi Buchanan, T.H. Snyder, Brooke Cumberland, Whitney Gracia Williams. Each of the 24 stories will be released once a month for the next TWO years!

Starting… NOW Get the first in the series!

Just One Sip

by Scarlett Dawn

Just One Sip

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Scarlett Dawn, turns up the heat with two best friends, who were always meant for each other, in the first novella of The Club series, Just One Sip…

Lucy Plume knows Jet Mak is the man she wants to marry. Her thoughts have never wavered to another. Lucy knows all of Jet’s secrets, his family’s secrets, and doesn’t give a damn. He is her best friend, her lover, her confidant…her all. But can she finally find the courage to say yes?

Jet Mak knows Lucy Plume is the woman he wants to marry. He’s known since they were children. Lucy is the only woman who can make him smile and groan at the same time. She tests his patience beyond what most men would endure, but he doesn’t care. He wants her, and everyone knows it. If only Lucy would say yes…

Drawing Down the Moon Blog Tour

Drawing Down the Moon

Steven Lee Climer

Genre: YA Horror/Dark Fantasy
Expected Release Date: Nov. 4, 2014




A group of misfits learn how to conjure an ancient dark evil that gives them the power to be judge, jury, and executioner.
Ronan and her friends unlock the secrets of delivering vengeance on their tormentors with an ancient artifact found in Ronan’s mom’s mail. However, it goes beyond petty high school teasing and the trio begins doling out horrific punishments.

When it goes too far and Ronan wants out, Lyda, the charming new student, gets in her way. Ronan must break Lyda’s hold on her friends before they become the monsters hunting each other.
Tag Line: Because Every Teen Wants Revenge



Author Bio:
Steven Lee Climer lives in Metropolitan Detroit with his partner.  He is an avid amateur bodybuilder, gardener, and all-around handyman.  He has sold the motion picture rights of his novel Demonesque to After Dark Productions, and is the recipient of several honors including the Darrell Award, Eppie for Best Horror Novel 2000, and 1997 finalist for Best First Novel from the International Horror Guild.


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PhillipTomasso Guest Blog: I do Believe in Ghosts

Do Believe In Ghosts, I Do Believe In Ghosts

It was late spring. My middle son was home from college for the summer. He and my daughter were asleep in the living room. Despite having a two bedroom apartment, when I had the kids we camped out on the sofas, and I always dragged a mattress off one of the beds and brought it out, as well.

I’d been up for about thirty minutes before I decided to go into the kitchen and make toast and coffee. Facing the counter where the coffee pot was, I saw someone pass by the kitchen and go into the bathroom. Then, I heard the bathroom door shut.

I yelled out, “What do you guys want for breakfast?”
My daughter said, “Why are you yelling?”

“Ask Grant what he wants for breakfast,” I said.

“He’s sleeping,” she said.

My daughter was talking to me from the living room. I felt the hairs on my arm stand on end. I walked slowly out of the kitchen and peered around the corner. My daughter was sitting up on one of the sofas, her phone in her hand. Grant was on the other couch. The kid is over six feet tall. His legs were draped over the arm of the furniture.

“Who just went into the bathroom?” I said. “Did you hear the door close?”

My daughter set her phone down. “I thought you shut the door,” she said.

We stared at each other. It wasn’t uncommon for us to witness paranormal activity. Usually it happened at my parents’ house. Jenny lived there. Jenny was not a person. She was a spirit. Nothing supernatural had ever happened in my apartment in the four years I’d been living here.

I turned and looked down the short hallway. The bathroom door was closed.

“Are you going to check?” My daughter had her knees drawn up and one arm wrapped around her legs. The phone was still in one hand. I think she was ready to film whatever happened next.

It had been a few days earlier when we were at my parents’ house. My two son’s, my oldest son’s girlfriend, my daughter, my mother and I sat around the kitchen table. On the doorknob leading to a staircase that led down to a family room hung a single purse strap. The second strap dangled.

We were having coffee, laughing, and telling stories. A rather normal night when visiting with my parents. Then, the loose purse strap rose into the air. It stood suspended for several seconds before dropping back down. We all went silent.

We all looked around at each other. We had all seen what just happened, but it was like no one wanted to ask the obvious question first.

My daughter stood up. “Did you see that?”

My mother nearly gasped. “That just happened, didn’t it?”

There was a shared nervous laugh that filled the kitchen. My daughter lifted the purse off the doorknob. She inspected it and then replaced it as it was with one strap on the knob, the other limp.

I’d tried convincing my mother that Jenny was in their house, and had been since I was fourteen. She never believed me. She humored me, but that was about it. This was the first time she’d ever witnessed something as unexplainable, and yet as simple as a rising purse strap.

What did it mean? I had no clue. We talked about Jenny after that happened, rehashing stories about the ghost in my parents’ house. When my mother went to the bathroom, I saw her hesitate by the door and give it wide berth as she made her way. She believed me now. Or, she did, then — in that moment.

Staring at my closed bathroom door I will admit I felt apprehensive about opening it to see who, or what had gone into the bathroom and closed the door. I’d seen enough horror movies to feel chilled, and I’d written enough horror novels and short stories to know better. Yet, someone had to check, and I wasn’t going to let my daughter.

I put my hand on the knob, turned it, and slowly pushed the bathroom door open.

In the bathroom was nothing.

Nothing but things that should be in a bathroom. I checked behind the shower curtain, opened the medicine cabinet and bottom cabinet doors.

Normal. Everything was as it should be.

I went back into the kitchen.

“Well?” My daughter wouldn’t be satisfied until I told her what I’d found.

“A ghost. It’s in the tub. Why don’t you take your shower first and I’ll have breakfast ready for you when your done,” I said. I laughed.

But was anything really funny?

Phillip Tomasso

Tomasso is the author of 15 novels. He works full time as a Fire / EMS Dispatcher for 911. His Vaccination Trilogy is an Amazon best selling set of zombie books. His latest release, Blood River, is an action / adventure tale that takes place in Papua New Guinea. He lives in Rochester, NY with his three kids and is always hard at work on his next novel. Please, visit his website, and follow him on Twitter!

October Spooks! Renee Charles – an original story!!

Haunted House Tour

Short Story by Renee Charles

 The tour was half over and he’d not shown up yet.

If the fortune teller had been right, Misty would meet the man of her dreams here in this haunted house this very night.

Fortune teller’s didn’t have much of a track record as far as Misty was concerned. But this had been different. Her bestie, Anna made her go, and once they got there all hell broke loose. Misty didn’t believe in all the crap Anna did, but when the shit literally began to fly off the walls while this lady held Misty’s hand, it was hard to ignore.

So here she was taking the tour of a fricken haunted house on Halloween by flashlight dressed like a naughty pirate. Yep. She’d had better ideas in her lifetime.

“Maybe it’s him.” Anna pointed to the guy with a nice ass walking in front of them again.

“If it is, the blonde hanging all over him might have something to say about it.”

Anna giggled, but Misty had about all the fun she could stand for one night. It was time for an adult beverage.

“This room is where the Captain allegedly killed his wife.” The tour host tried to sound mysterious.

Misty held back as the other tourists pressed forward to gawk. She had no interest in viewing the crime scene, even a hundred years later.

“Misty, come on. I wanna see.” Anna pouted.

“You go. I’ll wait here.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” Misty didn’t have the gene that made people want to stop and stare at a train wreck. All she saw was sorrow at such things.

As the group turned the corner, Misty was left alone with her tiny circle of light.

“He didn’t do it you know.”

Misty nearly jumped out of her skin and spun around. “What the hell?”

The most handsome man she’d ever seen leaned on the door frame she just vacated.

He chuckled, a deep, rich noise from the bottom of his gorgeous throat. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t.  That’s how I greet people for the first time.” Damn. Could she have thought of any better answer?

He nodded slowly. “By swearing at them.”

“What about you, you always lurk in dark rooms waiting to appear when a lady is alone?”

“Only when they are as beautiful as you.” His grin spoke of wicked thoughts and Misty suddenly felt warm all over.

“I…I…” Pull it together girl. Misty cleared her throat and tried again. He was hot, but nothing she couldn’t handle.  She rested a hand on her hip and tipped her head. “Nice costume.”

It really was. Some kind of old fashioned cop she guessed complete with high boots and a long coat. His hat rested under one arm and a ‘Billy club’ hung low on his hip where the coat fell open. His half unbuttoned shirt left the hint of chest hair exposed. She fought the sudden urge to rip it open the rest of the way and explore just how much hair he had. Where the hell, did that come from?

He nodded at her fishnet encased legs and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I agree.”

“Thank you.” Her voice came out in little more than a whisper, and heat surged through her body as if she’d downed a couple of shots.

He pushed off the wall with his shoulder and sauntered toward her. Her bottom bumped the table against the far wall before she even realized she’d been backing up.

“The tour went that way.” She pointed a shaky finger at the empty doorway they’d all pushed through.

“That’s the benefit of being security and not the tour guide.” He stopped only a foot from her. “Do you know what All Hallow’s Eve is for?”


He shook his head. “Mumm um.”

Misty’s legs felt all buttery as he leaned in close to her ear.

“Magic.” His breath caressed the tiny hairs on her cheek.

Oh what the hell, she hadn’t done anything crazy in far too long. She turned her face in welcome and he seized her lips in a kiss that sent shivers to every part of her being.  He traced her lips with his tongue and gently probed the seam.

Misty opened for him and he dove in.  His strong arms wound around her and he pulled her tight against his chest as he led her tongue in a sweet dance.

Moonlight poured through a window at the end of the corridor illumining them both in eerie light. Misty strained to hear the noise of the tour, but they’d wandered so far, she no longer heard the shuffle of feet.

Nothing but the sound of her pounding heart and his, pressed together.

It was crazy to be kissing a stranger like this, but the fortune teller’s prediction somehow made it all right. After all, he could be the man of her dreams.

The sound of voices drifted toward them and he drug himself away from her lips. He held her face in his palms searching her eyes. “I’ve got to get back to my post. Wouldn’t want to get caught kissing the tourists and lose my job. Come back tomorrow afternoon and we will get to know each other.”

“Tonight’s the last flashlight tour.” The bouncing lights were visible as the group came closer.

He laughed and let his hands fall away from her. “I’m not just Halloween security. I work here year round. Come back tomorrow.”

“Okay, but what’s your name?”

He stepped back toward the shadowy room. “Tom. I heard your friend call you Misty. Tomorrow then, Misty?”

She nodded, albeit a bit too eagerly, but Damn he was hot. And this was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in a while. She smiled as he turned and went back to work.

“Misty.” A hand on her elbow made her jump.

“Damn it, I wish people would stop doing that.”  She turned to face her friend.

“You missed it. We got the entire story.”  Anna began to relay the tail as they followed the tour back to the main floor. “Apparently the wife was sleeping with another guy…”

Misty only half listened while she searched for a glimpse of her hot Security Guard. The two they passed nodded, but stayed in place. No sign of Tom.

Anna wiggled her eyebrows at one and whispered, “Apparently they have a lot of antiques worth guarding in this place.”

The guide heard the comment and cleared her throat. “No, just trying to keep a lid on the vandals and such on Halloween. It’s the anniversary of the murder and for some strange reason people think it’s a good time to tear the place up.”

The guide came to a stop in the parlor and lifted her flashlight to the wall. “This is the only remaining portrait of the handsome couple.”

Anna gasped next to Misty, who’d not been paying attention, still watching for Tom.

“What?” Misty hissed as Anna was about to shake her arm off.

The guide ignored them and continued to speak. “This picture was taken of Thomas and Jennifer Kelly the week before her death…”

The woman in the black and white photo could have been Misty’s twin, and there beside her stood the handsome security guard, Tom. All Misty’s  blood drained to her feet.

“She looks just like you.” Everyone turned to stare when Anna said it.

“Get me outta here.” I was all Misty could manage to get out.

Anna gathered her by the arm and marched for the door. Misty’s feet followed, but her mind raced in circles trying to comprehend what had happened. One thing she knew for sure. She would not be back tomorrow.


Romance and Other Hot Topics (Blog)


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Author, Renee Charles believes all love is legendary. Being the only female in a house full of giants (husband and two teenage boys) she tends to lean toward the strange and unusual, but inevitably the softer side shines through.
Whether life leads her to a snow covered mountain top, sun dappled forest, or the bottom of a ravine (yes, ditches happen) she always has a pen and note pad ready so wherever the next adventure takes her, she can take notes.
Her own romance began in an insane asylum. Luckily, both she and her husband only worked there. But it makes sense her romance novels have strange beginnings that lead to passionate endings. Romance with a twist.

In the face of zombies, werewolves, and big foot she always seems to find a happily ever after to leave you with a sigh at the end.


Review of Always Beautiful- M.K. Oien

My name is Lucille Marie Harris, but everyone calls me Lucky.
My life was planned out by me, for me. I wanted nothing more than to finish school and have my dream job. I let nothing or no one stand in the way of that. That is until I met Zeppelin Rhoades. He had a way of changing me; turning my world upside down and making me feel reckless.

This is the tale of a summer romance that changes the course of two people’s lives forever.

You think you know how this story ends, but you have no idea. It isn’t always about where we end up. It’s about how we get there.

One person can change your life forever.

Zeppelin Rhoades changed mine.

My Review 

Always Beautiful by M.K. Oien was an enjoyable and easy read. The development of Lucky, the lead female character, was written in a noteworthy manner. However, I wish I could have learned more about Zeppelin, the lead male character, and the development of him. Always Beautiful was slightly predictable, and a little cheesy at times but by the end of the book you will truly be suprised. M.K. Oien throws in a twist that no reader will expect.


Cover Reveal!! #NERD Cambria Herbert

 #Nerd (The Hashtag Series #1)
Cambria Hebert
New Adult College / Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 3, 2014


Two people from completely different worlds are about to be thrown together…

In more ways than one.

She wants to keep her scholarship. He wants to stay on the team. An awkward alliance doesn’t even begin to cover Rimmel and Romeo’s relationship.

But that’s about to change.

It starts with a dare. An initiation. A challenge.

Quickly, it turns into more. But when you’re a victim of your status, there is no room for anything real. The rules are clear and simple.

Stick to your circle.

And never fall in love with anyone on the outside.


Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently resides in North Carolina with her children (human and furry) and her husband, who is a United States Marine.

Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade, and Recalled.

Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.

You can find out more about Cambria and her titles by visiting her website:

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