Drakkar, at Last!

I’ve waited a while for Sandra Bischoff to reveal the cover for Drakkar ~ Beyond the Lie, which is book three in her Dark Order of the Dragon Series—Paranormal / Fantasy with ties to Camelot, vampires, and other night-stalking creatures.


Drakkar Dragoni, the only son of Princess Absinthe Dragoni, always believed what his mother told him. Humans were nothing more than cattle, raised to nourish their kind and her half brother, Jared Bonatelli, stole from her a kingdom that was rightfully hers. He vowed to right this wrong even if it meant Jared dies by his hand.

But what if none of it was true?
What if it was all…. A LIE?

Who can he turn to?
Who can he trust to help him make things right again?

~ Excerpt ~

From the edge of the clearing a dark figure lurked among the shadows. Weaving between the trees, the uninvited guest tried to get as close as he could to the soft music and candle lit tent behind the grand blue Victorian mansion. Muffled conversation and laughter drifted in his direction on the crisp February breeze.

Something inside him ached to be a part of it. To slip inside the tent and watch the celebration up close and personal. He’d never known true happiness. Never witnessed the purest form of love these people were now basking in. What he wouldn’t give to feel it for himself, just once.

Yeah, sure, and pigs will one day sprout wings and fly away.

A vibration in his back pocket stopped him in his tracks. Drakkar pulled his cellphone out glancing at the screen. Narrowing his eyes at the caller’s name, he debated about answering it. What was the worst that could happen? With any luck ignoring her would have him thrown out on the street in no time. In fact that was the lesser of two evils.

Swiping his thumb across the screen he closed his eyes readying for the rant that was about to come. All it took was a split second. His mother’s shriek made his ears bleed.

“Drakkar! Where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for hours.” Absinthe’s voice was hard and cold. It resembled nothing a mother worried about her only son’s whereabouts would sound like.

“I was in class. What do you want?” He snarled back at her. It was all a lie but she had no clue. Absinthe only cared about herself.

“That’s no way to address me, Drakaar. You forget I can have your pathetic existence squashed at any moment.” She threatened.

“So you keep reminding me.” It was getting to the point where he wished she would make good on her threat. At least then he could be free of her. Counting to ten he relaxed slightly. “Was there something you needed?” Mommy Dearest.

“Much better.” She purred making his skin crawl. “I need you to come directly home after school gets out. Something has come up.”

Oh for the love of…

Drakaar strained his neck to see two people sneaking out of the tent. The wolf and his bride made a quick check of their surroundings before disappearing through glass French doors. His sensitive hearing caught the sweet sound of her voice just as she whispered her love to him. With a growl the wolf kicked the door shut. The silhouette of the groom carrying his bride across the room vanished around a corner inside the house. The reflected glow from Drake’s eyes dimmed against the bark of the tree he hid behind.

“Drakaar?” Absinthe’s voice broke his concentration.

Gritting his teeth, he shrugged off the invisible hand he knew she would have placed on his shoulder. “What?”

“I said I need you home. Are you well? You don’t sound like yourself.”

He wasn’t fooled by the concern in her voice. Absinthe could care less if something was bothering him. The only reason she might even give it a second thought was if the issue interfered with her plans. Gods forbid he might be feeling, worrying or even needing something. If it didn’t concern her, his mother didn’t want to be bothered.

Glancing back toward the large white tent, Drakkar noticed people starting to leave. He shrunk back into the brush allowing the branches to swallow him. “Fine. I’ll be there.”

“Excellent. Do try to not be late.” And then the Poison Princess was gone.

“Thanks for small favors.” He whispered.

There was no point in telling her he cut out early to spy on the wedding. It would only piss her off and that was something he could do without. Ever since Bonatelli reared his ugly head, his mother did a complete one eighty on him. He used to actually believe Absinthe loved him. Now, he caught her looking at him with disgust. Even when she spoke to him it was infused with venom half of the time.

Yet, as he sat in the weeds watching the way her enemies interacted and spoke to each other, it was evident what he endured was not normal. Bonatelli and his cohorts did not seem to be the monsters Absinthe painted them to be. He actually treated everyone he met with a loving respect, especially his very pregnant wife. There was no mistaking what he saw between Jared and his soon to be Queen, unconditional -I’d die to protect you- love.

When had Absinthe ever treated him that way? The answer -never.

Drakkar slipped his phone in the side pocket of the backpack resting beside him before swinging it over his shoulder. A slight tingle on the back of his neck hinted sunrise was coming soon. If he sat here wishing on fairytales much longer, his mother’s wrath would be the least of his problems.

He was just about to turn and leave when the scent of strawberries hit him. Inhaling deeply, Drakkar looked toward the tent. A couple emerged accompanied by a black haired girl roughly his age. The scent grew stronger when the girl’s toffee colored eyes gazed in his direction. He couldn’t move. Just one look from her and he was paralyzed.

Drake’s gums began to throb painfully. He covered his mouth just as his fangs began to descend in his mouth and ducked deeper into the brush. The way his body reacted to the human confused him. He’d been around his mother’s human servants all of his life and he never had the urge to claim any of them. He did feed from them on occasion but this was different. Something inside him wanted her as his.

“I have to get out of here.”

He glanced back in her direction in time to see her slip on a patch of ice in the driveway. It was all he could do to hold himself back from running to her side and helping her. The tall human male next to her reached out to keep her from falling. Drake growled taking a few steps forward stopping before he exposed his hiding place. He watched her smile her thanks at the man and duck inside the car waiting for them. Once all three humans were safely inside, the limousine pulled away driving right past him and out to the main road.

Drakkar fell back against a tree. What the hell just happened to me?

The cell phone in his bag started vibrating again. There was only one person it could be. Drake pulled it out and looked at the screen. Absinthe’s name glared back at him. “Leave me the fuck alone!” he snarled hurling the phone across the property.

Maybe that wasn’t the brightest thing he had ever done but it felt good to be rid of her if only for the moment. He’d come back tomorrow and retrieve it. Not like anyone would be out during the day here anyway.

Voices in the tent behind him gradually grew silent alerting him to the fact he was finally alone. The tingle in the back of his neck grew stronger. His reaction to the female cost him dearly. It was possible he wouldn’t make it home before sunrise now. Rather than pick his way back down the hill to where his ride was hidden, Drake opted for the quick leave vanishing into the morning fog.


~ About the Author ~


Sandra Bischoff lives in the historic town of Cornwall, NY with her extremely patient husband and teenage son, she affectionately calls the Demon. She is a Pharmacist by profession but found her true calling in a simple twist of fate. A friend approached her to write in a forum on a popular networking website. Over the next five years her passion had found its niche. She went on to compose a few poems and short stories which she would post on her homepage at the same networking site.

Her debut novel, Beyond the Sun was published April 2013 by Bayou Brew Publishing. She recently was named to Amazon’s best seller list in the Fantasy/Epic category. Sandra’s second book in this series entitled Beyond Time was released earlier this spring in time for the Romantic Times Convention in New Orleans where she was a featured author at the Book Fair.

She has since left Bayou Brew Publishing to embark on the next chapter of her writing career, Independent Publishing. As of this time she has re-released both books in e-book and paperback formats. They can be found on Amazon.com.


~ Other books by Sandra Bischoff ~

Beyond the Sun   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00OTRRM2Y

Beyond Time           https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00PKV8P8I


Misery-Obsessed Nation

We’re a bunch of miserable motherfuckers. How much of our day is spent fuming because of politics, religion, he/she said bullshit, etc.? How much of that shit actually impacts the progress of your day? Will that politician’s tweet mean you can’t log into your work computer this morning? Does your friend’s failing relationship keep you from taking your daughter to karate class? So what if a C-list actress got Botox? Can you still put on your shoes? Good! Go on with your day, pal. Not every thing you disagree with will be the end of your world as you know it.

“Yeah, yeah. We want proof.”


Americans are notorious for hanging onto national tragedies like an old favorite blanket. When something goes bad, they drag it out, wrap up in the pain, and wallow like it’s the day it happened instead of letting people move on. There’s nothing wrong with being happy, even if other people are hurting. Emotional self-flagellation pleases no one. I’m not saying we forget the dead or bulldoze memorials. But maybe, perhaps, stop to do an empathy check more often. Do you want someone breathing down your neck twenty-four-seven, talking about the night your child was murdered? How about pop art featuring your rapist’s face? I could not fathom walking down the street and a shop window has the face from my nightmares duplicated dozens of times. Could you? Then why do we feed a media which sustains itself solely on the misery of others? Why the meme chains with garishly nationalistic overtones memorializing the day millions of people’s lives changed for the worse? I’m honestly asking here. My mind does not function in a way which allows me to justify making a buck when someone, somewhere, is jolted from their sleep because they’re dreaming yet again about the blood-drenched bar echoing with ringing phones—loved ones searching for those who’ll never answer the call.

“That’s nothing compared to m—” I’m going to stop you right there. Misery contests are soul-sucking beasts which need to be sent to hell already. “I’m poorer than you.” “My father is sicker than yours!” Constantly one-upping one another beats the other person down, making their pain seem insignificant, though it may control their entire lives. Belittling another person won’t make your day any better. It only makes their day worse. Obviously they’re already in a bad place if all they can think about is the crap bogging down their life. There’s no need to heap more dino shit onto the five-foot tall pile of dino shit. It’s overkill and just plain awful to do to another living being. Would you deny a dehydrated dog half a cup of water because you’ve only had a quarter cup, yet there’s plenty of water to go around? Shit like this is a human trait I wish would vanish already. Cruelty for no other reason than your miserable ass wants company.

We’ve got to stop using pain to justify shitty behavior. The primary reason racism exists to the extent it does in 2016 is directly due to the false correlation some see—and perpetuate—between certain races/religions and terrorism/crime/drug-dealing/etc.. Go ahead. Stop and think for a gods damned minute. Look at the political circus, how the Republicans run almost entirely on a platform of, “They hurt us, we’ll hurt them back thrice as hard!” More often than not, the pain is entirely financial. So what’s that got to do with Jim in Nevada who rents an apartment with his little dog and goldfish? Ain’t his money at stake. Unless the winning party is keen to set new tax laws in place which would further extort money from a single man working a standard wage job in an unremarkable office building who is barely covering all the bills. Or what about Petunia, living in Florida on a work visa from (perceived enemy) country? How secure is her one chance to earn enough money to become a citizen and escape the family who wants to marry her to a man forty years her senior? She never did anything worse than jaywalk, but if these people win control of the government, they’ll call her a terrorist and send her to a life she will never consent to. Not every person of a race acts the same. Why hold them all accountable to the same degree as the extremists who bombed a public market? It makes no sense.

The Negativity Vortex of Social Media—occurs in high-tension times, such as mass murders, holidays memorializing tragedy, and political discussions. It’s not enough to simply say, “This thing is awful, quit fucking doing it,” and be done until a healthy discussion brews. The vortex demands evidence. Visual evidence is best. Those caught in the vortex willingly plaster images of murdered children, animals, horrifically injured individuals,  nude bodies you personally find grotesque, etc., all in the name of supporting a cause when in reality, they’re exploiting the victim in a vain attempt to ease their minds. I’d rather watch puppies playing in a ball pit. I’d rather my friends watch them play with me. Flinging something awful in their face isn’t how you show you care, about your friends or the subject you feel about so strongly. There is always a better option to express yourself. Use Your Words.

Negativity in the name of doing good never works. This is often used when two parties are pitted against each other—be it political, or a disagreement between friends. “Don’t listen to Suzie, she’s slept with half the fraternity next door. Emily has been in a relationship for years, her advice is better. Let her help you with your breakup.” Examples like this don’t seem to have a big impact, but it completely disregards Suzie as a person. Over what? Her perceived hyper-sexuality? Suddenly, Suzie’s vagina walks into the conversation in her stead, leaving her socially taxed without adequate representation. Maybe she’s been through this scenario before and just wants to help before the problem escalates. They don’t know because they chose to address her vagina instead of the woman herself.

“So we’re hateful, miserable shits. How do we fix it?” *ahem* “Talk less. Smile more.” Burr is kind of a shit in Hamilton, but he does have a point. To an extent. In context, this is a tact to manipulate others into trusting him without doing any actual work to climb the social ladder. Out of context, it becomes so much more. When it feels like shit won’t stop raining from the sky, stop. Just stop saying anything about it for a moment. Go find your happy place. Take five to laugh. It isn’t impossible. We all know what makes us happy. It’s not some great universal secret. I like eating peach cobbler and watching Casper on the first day of Autumn. Why? It makes me happy to have a little ritual to look forward to during my busiest season in the year. I need no other reason. Neither do you.

Nor do your friends and family. It’s perfectly okay to point out the misery cycle if someone you love is caught in a vicious one. Feel awkward talking about emotions? Then reach out and find their happy for them. Send a ridiculous gif. Ship their favorite snack to their house. Give them a fucking hug the next time you see them. Love has never required words. Sure, they help when action alone isn’t enough to convey everything, but I’ve grown to love someone more sitting on the couch watching a movie in silence than after a day-long date spent telling each other everything about ourselves. I may be simple when it comes to matters of the heart; I don’t know. It just seems like so many forget that it can be shared. Even in the most unexpected ways. Like friends spending what would be one of their last days together picking out a dog for one of them. And that dog turns out to be a total spazz, but so, so smart, always reminding the one who stayed of the one who’s gone. All their times together come back. It’s wonderful. They’re never apart, though they may never speak again.

I’m pleading with you. For your sanity’s sake, go find your happy. Quit perpetuating the misery cycle. Take a break from berating those you think are in the wrong and just let them be for a day. Smile more. Your face won’t shatter, I promise.

Dark Order Blog Tour: JA Culican

It’s the final day of the Dark Order Blog Tour. We’re wrapping things up with JA Culican.

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Website: www.jaculican.comebook cover tkod.jpg

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jaculican/

Twitter: @jaculican

Amazon Link: https://amzn.com/B01FYL5BD0



A mystical calling.

On his 18th birthday, Cole’s learns that he is a dragon fated to save all that was deemed true.


Cole’s life spirals into an uncontrollable battle for life or death. First, he learns that his family isn’t really his own and his birth parents are dragons. With that legacy comes a special calling; devoting an eternity to protecting all true beings from creatures bent on controlling the Earth and bringing an end to dragons.


As the newly-minted Prince of Ochana, Cole is also the Keeper of Dragons and his first task is to keep the nefarious farro-fallen fairies-at bay. With no formal training, no control of his mahier-dragon magic, and fear like he’s never experienced before, will Cole be able to reach outside of his human side and embrace his destiny in time to defeat the farros?


Join bestselling author, J.A. Culican on an epic fantasy adventure fans and critics are calling a world of magic, and comparing to Robert Jordan.

Dark Order Blog Tour: Harper L. Jameson

We’re taking a trip with the Dark Order Book Tour and today’s author Harper L. Jameson. What kind of shoes does one wear to the Appalachians?

The Spirit

The Appalachians are a land of mystery even today but this is a journey into their past–to a place of Native legends and rural magic, before the turn of progress stole the enchantment from our world. Where one woman will risk everything to save the people she loves. The asking price of their salvation? Her heart. Welcome to Wright’s Holler.



Before the white man settled the Appalachians, he stood over the people of the Tribe, providing all they needed to flourish in the shadow of the mountains.

The many tribes have given him many different names. Wakan Tanko. Maheo. To the people that first hunted the corner of Appalachia known to later generations as Wright’s Holler, he was Weshemoneto, the Great Spirit.To Anna Madeline Wright, he would simply be Wes.

Born in the holler that bore her name, “Annie” Wright came from people that had learned to live on the land, people who believed in the magic saturating the woods around them. People who knew how to survive.

Circumstance of birth gave her power. Her skills gave her respect. Her magic gave them hope. In a town not yet influenced by the progress of the industrial revolution, Annie was a pauwau. A witch. The winter of 1836 hit the town of McAllen hard and with her people in danger of annihilation, Annie called on the spirits for the power to save them. Her desperation called Weshemoneto himself . When they collided, she had to make a choice: Lose her town or lose her heart.

What happens next would become the stuff of legend for centuries to come.

Wes’s brows shot into his hairline, still reeling from hearing the words on her lips and not fully grasping what she was asking him until her hands moved over his chest. Her seared palm throbbing with a humming current where it lay over his heart. His lips peeled back off of teeth sharpening with his desire. “I would not take you while you are weakened, ni’wa,” he tried arguing, but it was too late. Her need filtered to his senses, a heady perfume that the animal in him wasn’t going to let go unanswered.
“You make me strong, Wes,” Annie insisted, face tipping up to brush her lips to his throat. “The first time was to trap you,” she frowned, her guilt still weighing heavy on her. “This time, I just want to love you, n’ I want you to love me. No traps. No tricks. Just us for however long we got.” Annie took a deep breath and took the chance, her hands smoothing down the muscled plane of his chest until she reached his answer.
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Author Bio


Harper L. Jameson was born in South Eastern Ohio and raised on the stories of the family seat in the holler–a tiny hamlet nestled in the shadow of the Appalachians. Her imagination ran wild, fueled on tales of folklore and superstitions…of Indian burial sites and haunted woods where magic still runs free. Beginning with her debut novel “The Spirit”, she’s putting a new spin on paranormal romance by bringing the old legends back from our forgotten past. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children, but she never really left the holler. No one ever does.

Connect with Harper and stay up to date on all the latest news, events and releases:

Official Site: harperjameson.com
Facebook: facebook.com/HLJameson
Twitter: twitter.com/HarperJameson
Goodreads: goodreads.com/HarperJameson
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Dark Order Book Tour: L. Lombard

Today the Dark Order Book Tour introduces us to L. Lombard.


Website: http://llombard.weebly.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ebo.lombard
Twitter: @LLombard4
Amazon Link: http://bit.ly/Ebo_Lombard






Josephine remains unaware of the powers that observe her. The fragmented memories and strange premonitions become stronger every day, and the sense of something missing and slightly out of reach keeps her on edge. She cannot dismiss the handsome face, the haunting eyes, or the feelings that are stirring deep inside. It’s time to seek answers. Compelled to return to Africa, she is convinced that there is more to the wild animal attack that left her orphaned as a child.

Driven to protect the young woman from a shared past that only he remembers, Ashling risks revealing his nature as he follows Josephine across continents. For his entire life, time has had no meaning; with her decision to return to Africa, time is of the essence.

Drawn together by events neither can control, as well a deep connection, Ashling will discover if his stone heart will beat again, or slowly be torn apart.

L. Lombard loves the power of words, possibilities, and imagination. She spends her days helping elementary and middle grade students develop a love of literacy. When not teaching, L. Lombard can be found either reading a great book, or writing her own.

Surrounded by wonderful friends and beautiful mountains, she lives in Mexico with her husband, two children, and many pets.

Dark Order Blog Tour: Martina McAtee

Say hello to today’s guest from the Dark Order Blog Tour, Martina McAtee. Don’t miss the chance to snag one of her books for free this week. Details below.


Author Bio:

Martina McAtee lives in Jupiter, Florida with her teenage daughters, her best friend, two attack Chihuahua’s and two shady looking cats. By day she is a registered nurse but by night she writes young adult books about reapers, zombies, werewolves and other supernatural creatures. She wrote her first story when she was five with an orange crayon on a legal pad she stole from her mom’s office. She’s been writing ever since. Her influences include Christopher Pike, R.L. Stine, Joss Whedon, L.J. Smith and even J.K. Rowling. Living in South Florida provides her with plenty of material for the weird worlds she writes about. When she isn’t working, teaching or writing she’s reading or watching shows involving reapers, zombies, werewolves and other supernatural creatures.


Author Links:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/MartinaMcAtee1

Instagram: www.instagram.com/authormartinamcatee

Twitter: www.twitter.com/MartinaMcAtee1

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/MartinaMcAtee
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Personal Assistant: Amber Garcia agarcia6510w@gmail.com

Manager: Melissa Pelegrin: pelegrinmgmt@gmail.com

McAtee’s tale is a cut above most attempts in the popular supernatural YA genre.Her characters are considerably more complex than the norm, which makes them far more believable, despite their superpowers. –Kirkus Review

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 Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things



17 year old Ember Denning has made an art of isolating herself. She prefers the dead. She spends her days skipping school in old cemeteries and her nights hiding from her alcoholic father at the funeral home where she works. When her own father dies, Ember learns her whole life is a lie. Standing in the cemetery that’s been her sanctuary, she’s threatened by the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and rescued by two people who claim to be her family. They say she’s special, that she has a supernatural gift like them…they just don’t know exactly what it is.

They take her to a small Florida town, where Ember’s life takes a turn for the weird. She’s living with her reaper cousins, an orphaned werewolf pack, a faery and a human genius. Ember’s powers are growing stronger, morphing into something bigger than anything anybody anticipated. Ember has questions but nobody has answers. Nobody knows what she is. They only know her mysterious magical gift is trying to kill them and that beautiful dangerous boy from the cemetery may be the only thing standing between her and death.As Ember’s talents are revealed so are the secrets her father hid and those in power who would seek to destroy her. What’s worse, saving Ember has put her cousins in danger and turned her friend’s lives upside down. Ember must learn to embrace her magic or risk losing the family she’s pieced together.

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 Dark Dreams and Dead Things



17-year-old November Lonergan spent her whole life feeling like an outsider; like she was different. She was right. She’s a reaper like her mother; like her two cousins, Kai and Tristin. The supernatural world believes they are part of a prophecy to save them from an evil known as the Grove. Ember just wants to survive high school and fix the fallout from bringing back her friend.Old enemies are lurking; waiting for their opportunity to strike but the pack has a new problem. A group of legendary hunters has resurfaced, threatening the reapers and anybody who stands with them. They are making good on their threats too; attacking those closest to the pack.

Their only hope of defeating the Legionaries involves trusting a stranger to perform a dangerous spell to advance Ember and her cousin’s powers. But Ember has a secret; a secret she can’t tell the pack. One that leaves the pack vulnerable. An attack on pack allies, leaves one member of the group injured and another missing, along with a mysterious girl named Evangeline who may play a bigger part in this than any of them realize. As the Legionaries are closing in, the pack must trust their enemies, enter hostile territories, and play a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a psychopath. Their entire plan lynched on a dangerous bargain, but rescuing one member of the pack could mean losing another in their place…possibly forever.

Price: E-book: $1.99
Paperback: $18.99
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Dark Order Blog Tour: Lora Palmer

Today the Dark Order Blog Tour introduces us to Young Adult author, Lora Palmer.



Leah Ellis never knew why she was found abandoned on the beach at two years old. Content with her adoptive family and small town life, she hadn’t thought much about it over the years. That is, until her life takes a bizarre turn when she begins seeing images in mirrors she can’t explain–cloaked figures using powers that manifest like lightning bolts, or flash-frozen beaches on another world beneath a purple sky.

She practices mirror-gazing, driven to understand these images and their possible connection to her forgotten past, and discovers that it’s kind of addictive with its wild, boundless power coursing through her veins. Soon, she learns to control what the mirror shows her.

When new neighbors move in, Leah is shocked that they’re dead ringers for the people in her visions. According to Brian, with the gorgeous ice-blue eyes, and his father, she is a MirrorMaster–an alien with a gift that lets her travel through mirrors, even to worlds light years away. Her birth parents sent them to take her from Earth back to her homeworld of Jantyr, a planet she doesn’t remember. They’ve searched for her ever since she disappeared.

But Leah’s long-lost birth sister, a sorceress, activated an ancient device to trigger a cataclysm on Jantyr as a bid to consolidate her own power. Leah must return to Jantyr, master her newfound ability in order to locate and wield crystals that will disable the device, and thwart her sister’s plans. Otherwise, the destruction will consume the entire galaxy, including Earth and everyone she loves.

THE MIRRORMASTERS is available on

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/MirrorMasters-Lora-Palmer-ebook/dp/B01EKZKP6E

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Strange things happen in Sea Cliff Heights every single year on this date, June 15th. Mysterious pulses of light flickered in the forest. Not-quite-solid figures appeared in the cemetery one second and disappeared the next. All day, I couldn’t shake the intuition that this year would bring something much worse than the usual weirdness, much worse than the usual gibes about how it began thirteen years ago, the same night my parents found me abandoned on the beach.

“Let’s watch something light — not a horror movie,” I said.

“Leah, Leah, Leah.” My brother David shook his head and scooted closer to Kara, my best friend, on their loveseat. They shared a conspiratorial grin. “Don’t tell me you want to watch some lame comedy when we can have a slasher fest. It’s tradition.”

A shiver raced down my spine at the mental image the idea conjured, one of chilling music, strangled sobs and hitching breaths, followed by silenced screams. Tonight also marked the town tragedy of the 1870s, when strangers murdered the Stanford twins, the mayor’s daughters. Of course David would insist we do something scary to commemorate the anniversary.

“Come on!” I shot him a pleading look. “I’m sure you breezed through exams, but I took three AP finals this week and fielded a million alien jokes today. Enough already — I deserve a break from crazy.”

“Just go out to the cemetery with us,” Kara said, her eyes sparkling. “We won’t do anything risky, I promise.”

Sure. Why wait for trouble to find us when we could seek it out and bring it right here?

Glancing out the sliding glass doors toward the church beyond, I couldn’t help checking for signs of unusual activity. My hands fidgeted, and I fought to still them. I thought I could just make out the sound of otherworldly voices speaking in urgent whispers outside. A gust of wind rustled the palm trees, obscuring any other noise and causing moonlight and shadows to flit across the lawn. Every muscle in my body tensed. Whatever might lurk out there, we’d be safer staying away from it.

loraAbout the Author:

Lora Palmer writes science fiction and fantasy for young adults. Bucks County, Pennsylvania is her home, where she resides with her wonderful husband and their mischievous cat. She has earned a graduate degree in Psychology and works at a local residential facility serving autistic children and teens. In her spare time, she also sings in a praise band, Chalice Sounds.

Social Media Links:

Website: http://lorapalmer.weebly.com

Blog http://lorarpfictionblog.blogspot.com

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Lora-Palmer-YA-Writer-144172288935800/

Twitter @lorareedpalmer

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Dark Order Blog Tour: Danielle Rose

We’re still making new friends with the folks at Dark Order Blog Tour. Today’s author is Danielle Rose!

Danielle Rose


Author Bio


Danielle Rose is a romance writer and owner of Narrative Ink Editing. She holds a Master of Fine Arts in creative writing from the University of Southern Maine. Danielle currently resides in the Midwest, where she spends her days dreaming of warmer temperatures. When not writing, reading, or traveling, Danielle enjoys pretending she lives in California, spending an embarrassing amount of time at Hobby Lobby, binge watching Netflix, and cheering for her favorite football team (Go Packers!).


Places to Find Danielle Rose

Website: www.danielle-rose.com

Newsletter: http://bit.ly/1sUJBQo

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Blood Books Series

  1. Blood Rose | Synopsis & Buy Links
  2. Blood Magic | Synopsis & Buy Links
  3. Blood Promise | Synopsis & Buy Links
  4. Blood War | Synopsis & Buy Links


Sins & Secrets Series

  1. Break On Me | Synopsis & Buy Links
  2. Sins & Secrets #2 coming summer 2016!


Standalone Short Stories

  1. Daemon Academy | Synopsis & Buy Links


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The Blood Books trilogy is The Vampire Diaries meets Charmed that fans of Harry Potter or Twilight will enjoy! Readers are praising this “must read” trilogy as “unputdownable” and “purely addicting.”


The Blood Books trilogy follows the harrowing journey of Avah Taylor, a mortal witch in the midst of a centuries old war against the immortal vampire species. Avah’s intense journey is fueled by blood, sex, jealously, betrayal, murder, and revenge.


This omnibus edition includes all three books in the spellbinding Blood Books trilogy! It’s over 700 pages of vampires, witches, and hybrids!


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Dark Order Blog Tour: Lila Felix

 This week we’re pumping new blood through these old veins via the Dark Order Blog Tour, which kicked off yesterday with Sandra Bischoff. Today we meet Lila Felix.

About the Author:


Lila Felix is full of antics and stories. She refused to go to Kindergarten after the teacher made her take a nap on the first day of school. She staged her first protest in middle school. She almost flunked out of her first semester at Pepperdine University because she was enthralled with their library and frequently was locked in. Now her husband and three children have to put up with her rebel nature in Louisiana where her days are filled with cypress trees, crawfish, and of course her books and writing. She writes about the ordinary people who fall extraordinarily in wild, true love.

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In the depths of the Louisiana swamps, clans of bear shifters roam freely. Hawke Turnclaw, the Alpha over all of his kind, is drowning in the legacy left to him by the Alpha before him, his own father. When he goes on a rescue mission to save a rogue Black bear from the clutches of a Grizzly clan, he finds more than just a Black bear, he finds his mate.

Echo has always been told she’s an anomaly, a fluke. She’s the only bear of her kind and that makes her a hindrance to her clan. She’s tried to run away, but they keep her tethered through guilt and a shock collar around her neck.

And then someone shows up claiming he’s her mate.

Now belonging to a new clan, will she ever be able to understand that she’s so much more than just a burden?

Dark Order Blog Tour: Sandra Bischoff

Sandi is a huge reason I’m still writing, as I’ve said before. Recently, I loaned her part of my malfunctioning brain while she redesigned the covers for her series. Here’s the fruit of her labor, and my smart-assed comments. (Really, she did all the work and I nodded a lot.)

About the author


Sandra Bischoff lives in the historic town of Cornwall, NY with her extremely patient husband and teenage son, she affectionately calls the Demon. She is a Pharmacist by profession but found her true calling in a simple twist of fate. A friend approached her to write in a forum on a popular networking website. Over the next five years her passion had found its niche. She went on to compose a few poems and short stories which she would post on her homepage at the same networking site.
Her debut novel, Beyond the Sun was published April 2013 by Bayou Brew Publishing. She recently was named to Amazon’s best seller list in the Fantasy/Epic category. Sandra’s second book in this series entitled Beyond Time was released earlier this spring in time for the Romantic Times Convention in New Orleans where she was a featured author at the Book Fair.
She has since left Bayou Brew Publishing to embark on the next chapter of her writing career, Independent Publishing. As of this time she has re-released both books in e-book and paperback formats. They can be found on Amazon.com. Sandra is currently working on her third book in her Dark Order of the Dragon Series.

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Personal Asisstant: Lola Kyle- lolakylepa@gmail.com

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A Dark Order Of The Dragon Novel

Fifteen years ago Jared Bonatelli had it all. The youngest son of
one of the founding families in the Conservatorship of The Dark Order he lived
a life you only thought existed in novels and nightmares. After becoming
engaged to his childhood sweetheart, he loses it all in one violent act. Since
that night he has suffered reliving his fiancé’s murder repeatedly in his
dreams. After an emergency meeting of the Conservatorship, Jared finds that the
comfortable world he lives is beginning to crumble at his feet.
Alexandra Toscano has been searching for the one assignment that could catapult
her journalistic career. When her editor Gene O’Hanlon drops a manila folder in
her lap, Alex is immediately skeptical. At first glance the information he
hands her seems like a publicity piece that is till she comes across an article
he wrote some fifteen years ago about Vampires murdering a young woman in
Central Park. But that isn’t what intrigues her the most. It’s the photo of the
woman’s fiancé that captures her eye, Jared Bonatelli.
Now as Alex begins to dig deeper into Jared’s life she begins to question her
own past. Could the answer she seeks be found in the glowing eyes of the one
person she is sworn to expose? Or will they both find themselves torn apart by
a world Beyond the Sun?
Buy link ~Amazon ~ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OTRRM2Y

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A Dark Order Of The Dragon Novel

Christian Lancelot Du Lac was never one to take a situation seriously. Growing up he had always been the comedic relief to Jared Bonatelli’s brooding nature. Now, just as The Dark Order welcomes Jared as its new Prince, Du Lac is informed that he must become a first in command the future King can truly rely on. When he repeatedly fails in his attempts to prove himself, Lance is thrown back in time to where his life began, Camelot. What he finds there is more than he could have bargained for.
Drawn to the forest surrounding Camelot, Lady Elizabeth Payne searches for something that seems just out of her reach. Tormented by a pair glowing eyes in the mist she steals away in the middle of the night to find their owner. Thieves, a wolf and the most infuriating savior she has ever met turn her simple world upside down. But it’s the attraction she feels to the newcomer that truly takes her by surprise. Learning that he is Christian Du Lac, the long lost son of the First Knight himself peaks her curiosity even more.
Now on the cusp of meeting her betrothed for the first time, Elizabeth’s heart has been claimed by another. But even a betrothal written in blood is no match for fate.
For Lance and Elizabeth, the odds are stacked against them. Their worlds are destined to remain forever apart. Can time heal all wounds or will the fates change their course and let the star crossed lovers find each other once again?
Amazon buy link ~ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00PKV8P8I