Monday, 2 May 2016
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Blog Tour For Nicky Peacock's Lost In Wonderland
Lost in Wonderland
The Twisted and the Brave #1
Nicky Peacock
Evernight Teen Publishing, 31k words
Suspense, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Horror
Monsters,
serial killers, and imaginary friends—being a Wonderlander can be murder...
Once upon a time,
Kayla was lost. Then she found Wonderland, but not the one you know. Run by ex-government
agents and funded by an eccentric Silicon Valley billionaire, this Wonderland
is the name of a collective of highly trained vigilantes who hunt serial
killers. Now Kayla, aka Mouse, works tirelessly alongside her fellow
Wonderlanders, Rabbit and Cheshire, baiting dangerous murderers. But even
her extensive training hasn’t prepared her for the return of her older brother…
Shilo has spent most of his life in an insane
asylum, convinced his mother was abducted by a sinister Alaskan monster who lures
the lost away to feast upon their flesh. And now he’s certain that his sister
is in the same monster’s crosshairs. But if Shilo is going to save what’s left
of his family, he’ll have to convince his sister that maybe, just maybe, we’re
all a little mad.
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Excerpt:
Before I can scream, he stuffs me in
his trunk. It is dark, smelly, and contains an empty plain black plastic bag
and a dirty shovel; these are not good signs. I put my hands to the top of the
trunk and push. It is locked. I wasn’t getting out till he wanted me to. I
resign myself to curl into a ball, the acidic-smelling sweat of his palms still
imprinted on my bare, narrow shoulders. I should be listening out for the car
engine, hearing when it slows for corners or revs on open roads. I should be
testing the resilience of all the sides of the black space around me. I should
be doing all the things they tell you to do, but I don’t. I simply stay in my
little ball, quiet and patient.
The car bounces up and down and I
realize we’re not on the main road anymore. He’s taking me somewhere remote…
We come to a soft stop. The slam of a
car door shivers through the metal of the vehicle. I know what is going to
happen. It’s so inevitable that it’s almost laughable. Death comes to everyone
at some point; what is that saying, “No one can avoid death and taxes.” Funny
the things you remember when you’re in danger. I suppose your brain tries to
distract you with all sorts of useless crap, anything to keep you from shutting
down and freaking the hell out. I grab at my forearm, an almost robotic
reaction, feeling down it to check that my tracking chip is still there. The
hard edges beneath my skin make me smile. My small, metallic friend never lets
me down, never abandons me.
The lid to my dark place is pulled up
and I see him. His face is blank. There’s no hint of emotion or even intent
other than what can be derived through his actions. His hands are sturdy as he
pulls me from the trunk and stands me up before him. Being barely five feet
tall, I only stand to his chest. I look down to the ground between us and see
the cheapest sneakers in the world, ones probably made by enslaved third-world
children. Man this guy is pure evil.
“Don’t worry, girl.” He puts a hand
on my cheek and graces me with a twitchy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. The
hand lingers longer than usual polite social circles would allow. My eyes
widen. I know that I am one of many girls he has brought here—one of the many
that he planned to rape and strangle, then leave used and vacant by the side of
the road, a hollow tangle of floppy limbs. How do I know this? Because I know
him. I was looking for him. I’m not who, and what, he thinks I am. I’m not a
fourteen-year-old girl, scared by the death sentence before her. No, I am
something else entirely.
I smack his palm from my cheek and
use the momentum to reach over with my other hand to grab his wrist. I position
myself in front of him and use his own body weight to pull him down and over my
now bent back. He hits the ground so hard he cries out. I keep hold of his arm
and twist it around and under. He moves his body, angling it in the same
direction in an attempt to ease the tension I’m creating.
“Stop!” he yells, those crappy
sneakers frantically pumping to find enough purchase to get him to his feet.
I push harder till I hear the bone
snap. He screams, but thanks to the remote location he has taken us to, no one
hears him. I let go of his wrist and turn to retrieve the shovel from the
trunk. I take a minute to loom over him. He is trying to get up, but the weight
and pain of his broken arm is putting him off-balance. Funny how fragile the
human body actually is, even one that belongs to a sick serial killer.
I raise the shovel and smack it over
his knees. He howls and tries to shield himself with his good arm. An arm that
is not intact for long, as I turn the shovel and this time use the edge to dig
into his flesh. Blood pools on the ground and he begins to crawl. I’m not sure
where he’s trying to go. I think his goal is just to get away from me. I walk
the few steps to where he’s managed to drag himself to then bring my weapon
down hard onto his skull. The splintering sound of bone meeting metal is my cue
to get on with the operation. I pull my cell phone from my pink sparkle-covered
jeans and dial the only number on it. An automated message greets me. “Off with
their heads.” I take a breath and look over at the mangled mess of the serial
killer they knew as the Doll Maker. “Here, here,” I say. The call rings off and
I know that I have to make my exit now. They will come and clean up the mess.
No one will ever know that the Doll Maker was an accountant with really bad
shoes, and I mean really bad. It’s not till they’d stopped moving that I see
peeling luminous go-faster stripes adorning their sides. Yeesh. The blood
splatter does little to hide their ugliness.
I stoop and check for a pulse,
finding none. His skin is already clammy and I could swear slightly rubbery,
but in truth it is probably just my imagination.
I throw down the shovel and begin the
trek back to civilization. The night air is bitter and cruel, so I pull up my
lilac hood against it. An unmarked black car zooms past me. They were quick
tonight. I rub my hand up my forearm and feel the comfort of my chip. My chip
is a constant friend, albeit a chatty one; they will always be able to find me,
know where I am, where I’ve been. Not that I’m complaining. I was lost once,
when I was very little. And although that fear bubbles in my mind every day, I
beat it back with my chip. I’ll never be lost again; or at least that is what
my adoptive parents tell me. Wonderland doesn’t lose its operatives.
About
the Author:
Nicky is a published author of both YA and
adult urban fantasy, paranormal romance and horror fiction. She lives in the
heart of the UK, where she has run a writers' group for over 4 years to help
new writers find their feet on the path to publication. A member of both the
Society of Authors and the British Fantasy Society, Nicky has had over 30
stories published in various anthologies. She loves to talk to readers, so
please feel free to either get in touch with her through her blog, or on any of
the social media below.
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Sunday, 1 May 2016
Release Blitz For Dahlia West's WRANGLER
Release Blitz
Title: Wrangler
Series: Star Valley, Book Two
Author: Dahlia West
Release: May 1, 2016
Sawyer Barlow is the family goof-off. Never one to take life too seriously, he works hard but prefers roping and riding--fillies and women--and he does both any chance he gets.
A drunken bet sets his sights on Cassidy Conroy, Star Valley's prissy little b...beauty queen. She's rich and spoiled and thinks she's too good for a Barlow. He's not interested in chasing her too far, but he'll knock boots with her for one tequila-fueled night with a hundred bucks on the line.
Cassidy is on a mission, unfortunately, and one she'd rather abandon altogether. A Barlow is making eyes at her from across a pool table, but it's the wrong brother. Sawyer's cute and funny, though, and she sure could use the good time he's promising her. She should say no. Her daddy will kill her, but when he turns that dark Barlow gaze on her, all bets are off.
A one night stand turns into a desperate plea for help when a brutal betrayal hits Cassidy hard. Broken and bruised with no where to go, she ends up in the one place she was trying to get away from--the Snake River Ranch.
Sawyer is shocked when she turns up at his door, but his sense of honor won't let him turn her away. The others are suspicious of her motives, but Sawyer thinks he sees a side to her that no one else can.
Days at Snake River are hard for Cassidy as she tries--and fails--to find her place on the ranch and in life. But nights in Sawyer's bed set her blood on fire. Sawyer's a wrangler through and through and no one is more surprised than Cassidy when he lassoes her heart.
But as old Kit Barlow used to say, Truth Will Out. Cassidy's secrets are revealed and the mismatched couple has to decide whether what they have is real or just a good time gone too far.
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I live in North Carolina with so many pets that every time it rains I consider building an ark. I majored in English Education, though most of my jobs have involved using my hands: framing art, grooming dogs, stocking shelves. I started writing about seven years ago to avoid going back to a real job.
I've recently taken up roller derby just to test my health insurance coverage.
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Saturday, 30 April 2016
Sales Blitz For Gina Whitney & Leddy Harper's The Power Of A Woman
Jordana Albanese grew up in a world spun with lies, secrets, and multiple sins. Her father, Gene—reigning king in the Mafia for the last decade—never protected her from his underworld dealings—La Cosa Nostra. She learned at a young age that in order to survive in her world, one must be dominant. She wore the shield of control on a daily basis, but she deeply yearned to slip it off and dispose of it. Except, letting it go would mean letting it all go. And she didn’t want that. She learned of a compromise—where she could only let go of control in private, behind a closed door, while receiving orders from him. Not simply to be controlled, but to be dominated. The only problem was that her ambitions cut bone deep. Deeper than a belt across her ass. Deeper than the marks from the restraints he used to subdue and pleasure her. The permanent marks left were not visible to the human eye. They were profound wounds—scars—on her soul that only she could experience and draw strength from.
And that’s where she found the perfect balance in the two. Her submissive tendencies served her well in the bedroom. While in public, she was every bit as dominant as her male counterparts.
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Gina Whitney
Gina Whitney is the author of six novels, Blood Ties, Beautiful Lies, Saving Abel, Forgiving Gia, Avenging Us, and Luca. In December 2015, she partnered with Leddy Harper to release The Power of a Woman. She is known for her themes of erotica wrapped around soul-searing passion that bring her readers into the story with a range of emotions.
Gina resides in Massapequa, NY with her two beautiful boys. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest WIP or reading a book that sends her heart racing. She's pathologically obsessed with anything to do with royals, Games of Thrones, Billions, Vampire Diaries, Homeland, SOA, The Vikings and The Originals. If you'd like to chat, hit her up on Facebook or Twitter.
Leddy Harper
Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.
She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.
She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females.
The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.
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