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Sunday, March 31, 2013

FATE WAR: ALLIANCE Blog Tour, Review, Giveaway

Sci Fi Romance / Steampunk
Date Published: 2/25/13

Prince Cole meets Samantha when she walks down the aisle. Though she seems like the polished women he is familiar with, there is something different. She is complicated and full of mystery. Her dowry comes with a promise of air ships and mech capable of defense against their common enemy and for his country to survive, he must unravel her secrets. It is only when each accepts their destinies can they save their people from the plans of the Fate Sovereign.

Virtual Book Tour March 25 - April 25

March 25 - Reading Addiction Blog Tours - Meet and Greet
March 26 - Wintry Words - Guest Post/PROMO
March 27 - Enchanting Reads - Guest Post/PROMO
March 28 - Two Fantasy Floozies - Guest Post/PROMO
March 29 -  Logikal Blog - Guest Post/PROMO
March 30 - For The Love of Film and Novels - Guest Post/PROMO
March 31 - Paulette's Papers - Guest Post/PROMO
April 1 - Mallory Heart Book Reviews - Review
April 2 - Feed My Need for a Good Read - Interview/PROMO
April 3 - Book Lovin Mama's - Guest Post/PROMO
April 4 - The Book Faery Reviews - Guest Post/PROMO
April 5 - Waiting on Sunday to Drown - Review
April 8 - My Reading Addiction - Review
April 9 - Words I Write Crazy - Review
April 10 - Fictional Reality - Review
April 11 -  A Bibliophile's Thoughts - Review
April 12 Mythical Books - PROMO
April 15 - Author Ever Leigh - Review
April 16 -- Andi's Book Reviews- Interview/PROMO
April 17 - My Cozie Corner - Reviw
April 17 - Queen of All She Reads - Review
April 18 - Booked and Loaded - Guest Post/PROMO
April 19 - Shelf Space Needed - Review
April 20 -Laurie's Thoughts and Reviews - Interview/PROMO
April 22 - Gimme The Scoop Reviews - PROMO
April 23 - Wormy Hole - Review/Guest Post
April 24 -RABT Reviews - Review
April 25 - Frankie Blooding - Guest Post/PROMO

E.M. Havens
Who is E.M. Havens? I’m a lot of things. The word that seems to define me most at the moment is mom.
It can be all consuming. Not only am I a mom of three (one of them is a teenager…pity me), but I also
home-school (pity me more). I share this awesome responsibility with the love of my life, best friend,
and soul-mate husband.

Add to that, the twenty-five chickens, twelve turkeys, ten guineas, nine pigs, three barn cats, two
Great Pyrenees guardian dogs, a Chihuahua, a house cat, and a goose, it makes for one crazy, full, and
certainly entertaining life.

Somewhere in there I find the time to write. I started out young writing poems, then moved on to
songs. I actually have a Bachelor in Music with a secondary in Science because I can’t stand English. Yes,
the writer hates English. I like to read the story for the experience of reading the story, not to nitpick
each letter and comma. But I digress.

I eventually found blogging and really enjoyed sharing my life that way. When an unfortunate turn of
events separated me from my music equipment, I decided to use my overactive imagination, my love
of reading, and my new found hobby, prose writing, to release some of my creative energy. I wrote my
first novel and loved the experience. Fate War: Alliance is actually the second novel I wrote and the first
to be published. Now I’m working on my third and several sequels to Fate War!

So that’s pretty much me, sitting in the Arbuckle Mountains of Oklahoma, reading, writing, collecting
eggs from the coop, and being a schoolmarm. It’s a pretty great life.

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Review by Mallory Heart Reviews:

Review of Fate War: Alliance
5 stars

It’s not often I encounter fantasy interwoven with my beloved subgenre Steampunk, but here it is, and it works amazingly well. Crown Prince Cole of the Kingdom of Arborea is a rather headstrong, iconoclastic individual, who much prefers to do his own bidding, which is NOT to ascend to the throne. He and his father King Arnold at totally and always at cross-purposes. Cole certainly does not wish to wed unseen, simply because his Kingdom and the Island of Perspicia should be united. In this case, at this time, it is not so much simply politics, as it is necessity: the Fate Army advances. The Arboreal Lands need the mechanistic provenance of Perspicia, and to further that aim, Prince Cole and Lady Samantha will now marry—sight unseen.

Samantha, too, has long been schooled in the knowledge of her destiny. Running away, or trying to, didn’t solve the individualistic idealism which kept her chafing at the reins of the confinements of “should, ought to, must” common to noble and royal families. Now comes the momentous event; will it happen, or will Cole and Samantha refuse, and let both lands fall to the Fate Army?

Kudos to author E. M. Havens for interweaving disparate genres and making it work, and work well; and leaving readers craving for a sequel.

ATONEMENT by Gary Val Tenuta_Review

ATONEMENT (Another Twisted Tale From The Files of the Second Chance Limousine Service)ATONEMENT by Gary Val Tenuta
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Review of Atonement by Gary Val Tenuta
5 stars

“Atonement,” like “A Bite Out of Time” is Another Twisted Tale From The Files of the Second Chance Limousine Service, but it is more thriller-drama than horror, as is “A Bite Out of Time.” On the tenth anniversary of his late wife Linda’s abduction and subsequent murder, millionaire Charlie drowns his sorrows at the bar, then is too intoxicated to safely drive home. No problem, Second Chance Limo Service is here. Charlie falls asleep in the back seat, and wakes in the bedroom of the home he shared with his wife—awakens on the day of her death, a murder for which he has hired a contract killer. Now it’s up to Charlie to change the path he took back then; but it’s not only Charlie who acted, unbeknown to him, and he’s going to find second chances are really just that: an opportunity to change the past, for better or for worse. This is a deep short story which will really make readers think.

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A BITE OUT OF TIME by Gary Val Tenuta_Review

A Bite Out of Time - (A rock-n-roll vampire tale with a time travel twist)A Bite Out of Time - by Gary Val Tenuta
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Review of A Bite Out of Time by Gary Val Tenuta
5 stars

“A Bite Out of Time” is an exceptionally Twilight Zone-ish story in which everything you don’t expect to happen does—but more importantly, what you couldn’t possibly expect,  comes to pass. Like the author’s story “Atonement,” “A Bite Out of Time” is a “Twisted Tale from the Files of the Second Chance Limousine Service.” Oh, boy—Second Chance Limo is definitely something else, and distinctly as it title promises and promulgates: “Second Chance.” Second Chance for what, you ask? Well, in the case of rock musician Vince, it’s New Year’s Eve 1968 turning into New Year’s Day 1969—and he’s very much missing girlfriend Randessa, a Peace Corps volunteer, until a hot young woman approaches him—and bites his neck. A century later, Vince will encounter the Second Chance Limousine Service—and this time around, everything’s going to change for him—yet again.

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Saturday, March 30, 2013


Untcigahunk: The Complete Little BrothersUntcigahunk: The Complete Little Brothers by Rick Hautala
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Review of Untcigahunk: The Complete Little Brothers by Rick Hautala
5 stars

Reading this, my enjoyment was tempered by bittersweetness, since my first reading happened after the  very untimely passing of accomplished author Rick Hautala. Just a few days before his death, I had read my first Hautala story, “Wildman,” and immediately determined to read his entire oeuvre, hoping of course that he would write for many more years to come. Then came the announcement of his passing, and the suggestion by Lou Pendergrast, moderator of the Goodreads Robert McCammon group, that members might read “Little Brothers” in memoriam, since Mr. Hautala had been a charter member of this group.

I’m so glad I finally read this; this particular volume incorporates the novel “Little Brothers,” along with several short stories themed around the “Untcighunk,” the Micmac Indian term for the Little Brothers of Native mythology and legend. I only wish I had read it years ago, and had been reading Mr. Hautala’s exquisite horror all along.

Five years ago Kip watched his mother die, torn to pieces by fast-moving brown creatures. Only seven then, he blocked the sight from memory. Now twelve, he learns, little by little, that the Untcigahunk, or Little Brothers, are on the move again. Like the Cicadas and Seven-Year Locusts, they have their own cycle, at five years duration. Kip’s dad Bill has determined to start again on building their new home outside of town (Thornton, Maine) at the site where his wife Lori died. Meanwhile, Kip suffers terribly at the hands of his older brother Marty (quite literally at his hands) and attorney Bill tries to be partial and objective—which doesn’t help Kip. He determines to run away for the summer; until he encounters a man who knows an awful lot about the Untcigahunk—the too often alcoholic Micmac, considered the town reprobate, John Watson.

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The Body in the BedThe Body in the Bed by Jerold Last
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Review of The Body in the Bed by Jerold Last
5 stars

I reviewed a complimentary e-book copy provided in return for my fair and impartial review.

Although “The Body in the Bed” is the first of Mr. Last’s “Roger and Suzanne Bowman” mysteries I’ve read,  now I’ll have to go pick up all the earlier stories in the series. Roger and Suzanne, now a married couple living in Beverly Hills, remind me in a gentle way of Nick & Nora Charles, the fictional (and film) married detectives of the 1930’s, who in their socially upscale and light-hearted way, solved crimes. Roger is a former homicide detective in L.A., turned private investigator; Suzanne is a remarkably intelligent, highly-educated, woman, now mother of a one-year-old son. Much of their focus revolves around the city of Montevideo in Uruguay; that is how they met, and it seems that on every trip to that city of which they are so fond, they encounter yet another corpse. This trip, it’s in bed in their hotel room. By the time the story is finished, Roger & Suzanne have of course solved the crime, rooted out corruption in high places, and made their friends involved with the case happy, or at least satisfied with results, and the reader has enjoyed a delightful story line.

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UNDER THE ICE by Rachel A. Qitsualik_Review

Under the IceUnder the Ice by Rachel A. Qitsualik
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Review of Under the Ice by Rachel A. Qitsualik
5 stars

I reviewed a complimentary e-book copy, provided for my fair and impartial review.

Major kudos to accomplished author Rachel A. Qitsualik, who has set forth to bring the almost-lost legends and tales of the Inuit to the printed page, so as to both preserve them, and to bring them to a new generation of readers not accustomed to these tales. “Under the Ice” is smoothly written, and Ms. Qitsualik takes extra care to round out her characters, and make them readily comprehensible so that the reader can vicariously experience their emotions and the events that befall them. This story is suitable for adult readers as well as any readers from middle grade on up, and because of the easy flow of the story and the multiple illustrations, could be read by parents and caregivers to younger children as well.

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Friday, March 29, 2013


The Clearing of Travis CobleThe Clearing of Travis Coble by Jonathan Janz
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Review of The Clearing of Travis Coble
5 stars

I learned of this book from the publisher’s group on Goodreads (Untreed Reads) and enjoyed the comments so much I determined to buy and read it. I certainly was not a bit disappointed; it was well worth the time reading it and I foresee I’ll be rereading it. For the shorter length, the author does a remarkable job of deepening several characters, kind of like holding a diamond up to the sunlight and turning it around and around looking at the various facets. Also the plotting here has the kick of a boomerang, when the thrower doesn’t think to get out of its way. I must point out that although the outcome (and the process to get there) is gently foreshadowed, never once is it telegraphed and I did not see it coming at all.

I can’t wait to read more from this accomplished author.

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The survivors of the Nixon Center escape struggle in a post-apocalyptic world where the walking dead aren't the biggest threats. 
Working from a remote, mountain cabin, Dr. Howard Nixon is determined to salvage what is left of his experiment.

Allison escapes him, clinging to life and with no idea what's happened in the world.

Zach is looking for her, but time is running out.

Reid lives holed up in the Nixon Center and waits for his revenge.

Tension is high as both Miranda and Carlene's pregnancies come to term. Miranda, faced with the possibility that her delivery might cause her to become infected, is forced to seek help from the only other person who knows what has happened: Dr. Michael Waters, the physician who sent her to Dr. Nixon in the first place.

All roads lead back to Strandville where grudges resurface and old decisions must be answered for. Scott, Miranda, and Michael return to the center to face-off against their pasts and each other as Michael's secret agenda comes to light.

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**Runner-up in the General Fiction category of the 2012 Halloween Book Festival
**BOOK ONE of the Strandville Zombie Series

Medicine meets horror in this thrilling escape tale about the evil men do in the name of progress.

Welcome to the Nixon Healing and Research Center, playground for the maniacal Dr. Howard Nixon whose medical research has him dabbling in the undead and has the women of Strandville disappearing.

Desperate to find a cure for the lethal virus which turns its victims into zombies, Nixon kidnaps Miranda Penton, a security recruit with a past that won't let her go. He doesn't count on anyone coming looking for her, least of all her ex-husband, Scott.

A warning call brings Scott to Strandville where he bands together with a team of locals determined to bring their own loved ones home. Together, they infiltrate Nixon's staff, hatching a plan that releases not only the surviving women, but the virus on those left in the hospital.

Nixon locks down the center to contain the spread, turning patients, visitors, and staff into a dangerous horde that is almost impossible to escape. Miranda and the others fight for their lives. The town of Strandville is ground zero for the zombie apocalypse and Miranda must get free because the fate of humanity lies with her unborn child.

About the Author:

Belinda Frisch's fiction has appeared in Shroud Magazine, Dabblestone Horror, and Tales of Zombie War. She is an honorable mention winner in the Writer's Digest 76th Annual Writing Competition and her novel, CURE, is the runner-up in the General Fiction category of the 2012 Halloween Book Festival. She is the author of DEAD SPELL, PAYBACK, CURE, and AFTERBIRTH.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

THE ORACLE OF PHILADELPHIA by Elizabeth Carrigan_Blog Tour and Review


Oracle of Philadelphia

Earthbound Angels –
Book One

Elizabeth Corrigan

Carrie works at a diner in South Philadelphia, dispensing advice to humans and angels wise
enough to seek her counsel. But there are some problems that even the best advice can’t solve.

Her latest supplicant, Sebastian, is unique among those who have sought her aid. He sold his soul

to a demon in exchange for his sister’s life, but his heart remains pure.

Carrie has lived for millennia with the knowledge that her immortality is due to the suffering of
others, and she cannot bear to see another good man damned when it is within her power to
prevent it.

In order to renegotiate his contract, Carrie must travel into the depths of hell and parley with the
demons that control its pathways. As the cost of her journey rises, Carrie must determine how
much she is willing to sacrifice to save one good soul.


Chapter 1

I felt the mob turn on me, and I tried to flee. I didn’t make it more than a few feet before a
pair of strong hands grabbed me and pulled me back. I wrested my arms away, but as I felt the
first grasp weaken, another villager took hold and twisted me back to face the crowd.

I struggled, but soon the townsfolk had me surrounded, the throng a dozen people thick in
all directions, each soul eager to land at least one blow on my body. A dozen fists assaulted me,
and as each hit, the thoughts of the assailant echoed through my mind.

Wretched girl.

Unholy abomination.


I wrapped my hands around my middle, anxious to protect the child growing in my
womb. Even as I made the effort, I knew that the assembly would not cease their attack until long
after my death, a release I was no longer sure the gods could grant me.

The first stone struck my temple, and a trickle of blood dripped down my face. I turned
instinctively to see from what direction it came, but even as I did, I felt another rock hit me from
behind. I fell to my knees, unable to stand under the bevy of fists and stones pummeling me. I

looked up to see a large rock descending toward me. I closed my eyes and prayed it might grant
me the peace of unconsciousness.

I sat up straight in bed, a scream dying on my lips as I realized I was in the small
apartment I kept over my diner. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my racing pulse. No matter
how many centuries I put between myself and that rabid crowd, that dream scared me like
nothing else.

I ran my fingers through my sweat-soaked black hair and glanced at the clock on the table
next to the bed. The glowing LED display and first hints of sunshine peeking through my
windows informed me it was almost time for me to get up. I reached a shaking hand out to turn
off the alarm and got out of bed.

I walked to the bathroom and leaned on the sink. I met the gaze of my large brown eyes
in the mirror. The bags underneath them didn’t look too bad. The light brown skin of my face
seemed a little pale, but I was sure a hot shower would fix that right up.

And sure enough, by the time I put on my skirt and cardigan and blow-dried my curls, I
looked like my old self.

The wooden steps creaked as I hurried down them into the main body of the diner. I
flipped the switch and watched as the fluorescent lights flickered to life across the room. The
diner wasn’t much to look at, an ell-shaped room lined with booths with dented metal tables and
teal vinyl benches.

I conducted most of the affairs of the restaurant from behind the silver counter, which
was lined in front with four round teal stools. Or at least I did when I was fully staffed and not
trying to act as manager and waitstaff.

I pushed open the swinging metal doors to the diner’s kitchen. I sorted through the bread
on the shelves and pulled out an English muffin and put it in the toaster. As I waited for it to heat
up, the bell above the front door rang, and a few minutes later, my cook Dwayne stepped into the

“Hi, Carrie.” He pulled the white apron off the hook by the door and put it over his head.
“Do you want me to make you something?”

“Nope. I’m good.” I pointed toward the toaster, which obligingly popped out my


She never lets me make her anything, he thought. I cringed at his disappointment.
Dwayne was a nice guy, but I hired him more because of his desperation for employment than
because of his exemplary skills as a cook. Despite my rejection, he seemed to be in good spirits.
I could tell.

People had asked me any number of times what my power felt like, and I never quite
knew how to describe it. Souls had an aura coming off them, but I could see the light even with
my eyes closed. I felt emotions against my skin like a temperature, but the sensations were more
than just hot or cold.

And I could hear other people’s thoughts.

After I finished my breakfast, I went back into the diner and flipped the sign to “Open.”
As I walked back to the counter, the bell above the door chimed, and I turned to see Madame
Zarita bustle in. The plump woman had strode into my diner a few years ago and claimed that
my recently deceased psychic had spoken to her from beyond the grave and insisted that she
come to my aid. After learning that Madame Zarita devoured the obituary section of the
Philadelphia Inquirer with a voraciousness that most people reserved for Thanksgiving dinners,
I suspected that my last spiritualist’s recent write-up had more to do with Madame Zarita’s
arrival than any supernatural intervention.

But she was quite correct in thinking that I was in need of a decoy psychic. People were
more comfortable with the concept of an all-knowing Oracle than they were with the actuality of
one. I liked to keep my existence on a barely more than mythic level, and Madame Zarita, a
kindly old lady who was almost sure to fail any skeptic’s well-designed tests of her powers,
constituted an excellent disguise.

I poured two cups of coffee and carried one back to Madame Zarita as she settled herself
in her customary booth at the back of the diner. As I started back to the front of the diner, the bell
over the door chimed as a group of students who looked as if I were their last stop after a long
night came in and crowded into a booth.

Throughout the morning, I had what could generously be called a steady trickle of
customers, which was how I could get away with waiting on all the tables myself. We’d had
what passed for a lunch rush—two whole tables occupied at once—and I was clearing off the
tables when I heard the words that were going to change my life:

“I’m here to see the Oracle.”

I dropped the pile of plates I had cleared from a recently vacated table. Not because of the
words themselves, though they were surprising enough, since only someone who had special
knowledge of Heaven or Hell would know to call me by the moniker I hadn’t used in centuries.
And not because of the appearance of the man who had spoken. He was attractive enough, but
not movie-star handsome. His nose was a little too big and his light brown hair a little too curly.
Plus, I had always suspected that Hollywood denied auditions to any men who didn’t have blue
eyes, and the pair looking with dismay at the pile of broken porcelain and ketchup-soaked fries at
my feet were decidedly brown. But he was ordinary-person good-looking, definitely above
average for my clientele.

No, what stood out about him was his blinding goodness.

I had met many people in my eight thousand years, and most of them didn’t fall neatly
into categories of good or evil. Some people performed evil actions because of outside pressure
or a desire to support their families. Others seemed good but quickly burned out or only
bestowed their beneficence on the few they deemed worthy.

In the young man standing before me, there was no such contradiction; without prejudice
or selfishness, he wanted only to make the world a better place for everyone. He might have had
doubts over whether other people or his God would agree with his actions, but he would do what
he believed was right in spite of that. Only once in my long existence had I met a goodness that
could rival the one that stood before me—in one of the most powerful of Heaven’s angels.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” the paragon of virtue said as he rushed forward to help me
pick up the fragments of dishes. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

I shook myself from the stupor into which his soul had shocked me. “No, it’s all right.
I’ve got it.” I walked behind the counter to get my broom, but when I turned around, the young
man had already picked up some of the larger fragments and was looking for somewhere to
dump them. I pulled the small garbage can from behind the counter and brought it and my
dustpan over to the mess.

I set the trash can near him. “Thanks for the help.” I grabbed my grimy plaid dishcloth
from where I had left it on the table so I could wipe the grease and ketchup off the brown

He continued to pick up the bigger dish pieces and then held the dustpan as I swept the
remaining mess into it. When we finished, I used the time it took to return my cleaning supplies
behind the counter to gauge my helper’s emotional state.

As I focused on the young man, I sensed an undercurrent of uneasiness about him. I had
missed it in my first impression, either because I had attributed it to concern over the broken
dishes or because I had been too blinded by his integrity. It only made sense, though; people
rarely came to see me if they didn’t have something serious weighing on their minds.

“What can I get for you?” I leaned my elbows on the counter, which I noticed was rather
sticky and could do with a good wipe-down, probably with a cleaner rag than the one I’d been
using on the floor.

“I’m Sebastian Connolly. I’m looking for the Oracle. I heard I might be able to find her

Most people wanted to see “the psychic” or said they had a problem that required special
help. I considered for a moment that Bedlam or Gabriel had sent Sebastian, but finally decided
that was unlikely. The guy’s decision to wear designer black slacks and expensive cologne to a
diner that more commonly smelled of stale coffee and slightly rancid grease suggested that the
hardest decision he’d had to make in the last year was whether to buy a Lexus or to spring for the
BMW. People who came to the angels’ notice usually had something more remarkable about
them. Plus, in most cases, my friends were courteous enough to give me a heads-up before
sending someone to my doorstep.

I glanced toward the back of the diner to see if Madame Zarita was still on the phone. She
often told me that she thought cell phones were ruining America, but that didn’t stop her from
spending half the day cooing at her grandchildren and terrorizing her daughters-in-law.

Madame Zarita was working on a pair of yellow booties for the baby that her neighbor’s
daughter was expecting. Apparently, the daughter was both unemployed and unmarried, creating
a huge scandal. Regardless, when I signaled to Madame Zarita that she had a client, she set her
crochet down next to her on the aqua vinyl bench and gave Sebastian a welcoming smile.

Sebastian thanked me and turned away. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to
absorb as much of the altruism radiating from him as possible. I liked to think I could store up
good emotions and let them out when I was around an unsavory character. It hadn’t worked so
far, but that didn’t stop me from trying.

The young man’s hand trailed along the counter as he walked away, and I noticed a
telltale mark that made me gasp. To the unknowing, the raised flesh could easily have been a
scar from a childhood injury or the remnants of a burn. Someone with the right background,
however, would notice that the careful swirl was too regular to have occurred by accident and
could only mean one thing: Sebastian had sold his soul to a demon.

I had seen many such marks in my time, my own deal with Lucifer, which had led to my
immortality being only the first. The devil and his six archdemons specialized in trading favors
for souls, so at any given time, there were a hundred or so people walking the earth who had

given up their chance of a heavenly reward in exchange for something more tangible on earth.
Many of them became desperate enough to find their way to me.

The last person to walk into my diner in search of a way out of his demonic contract had
been James Pierson, a baby-faced Vietnam veteran whose haggard expression hinted of atrocities
that humans were never meant to see. He had witnessed the massacre of most of his unit and had
sold his soul to Lethe in exchange for an early return home from the combat zone. When he
visited me in the late summer of 1973, my heart had ached for his suffering, though I had to
question the wisdom of trading an escape from one hell for spending an eternity in another. Yet I
did what I had done for centuries: I turned him away. A few days later, I found a picture of
James splashed across the front page of the paper. He stood next to a smiling woman and a little
girl who had his eyes and her mother’s curls. The corresponding article indicated that he had
killed his wife and three-year-old daughter before shooting himself in the head. I tried to console
myself with the thought that even if I had been able to negate his deal with Lethe, I couldn’t have
saved someone who had it in him to commit such a heinous act, but remembering the incident
still brought tears to my eyes.

A hundred similar examples of lost souls paraded through my mind: William, who had
wanted justice when the law failed to apprehend the man who raped and murdered his fiancée;
Gladys, who sought to be the most talented singer in the world; Marcus, who strove to succeed
his father on the elected council. People sold their souls for any number of reasons, some noble
and some selfish, but every one of them had something in common: I didn’t save them.

I used to try. I begged God to reverse the contracts, which He could have done without
blinking, but I never received any evidence that He could even hear my pleas. Once or twice, I
went so far as to attempt to persuade Lucifer to leave the people in peace, but he only laughed.
Eventually, I gave up and accepted that I was powerless.

Just as I reached the conclusion that my wisest course of action would be to forget
Sebastian’s existence, I felt the arrival of a cluttered mind strong enough to overpower the
thoughts from the doomed young man. I turned back to the counter. A black-clad man with black
hair and black eyes had materialized on one of the stools. His grin suggested he had spent the last
several hours wreaking havoc upon innocent passersby, and he wasn’t quite done with his day

“Hey, Khet,” he said. “Have you missed me terribly?”

I rolled my eyes but was unable to help smiling back. “Yes, Bedlam. The last”—I
glanced at the clock on the wall—“thirteen and a half hours that I have spent outside your
company have been absolutely unbearable.”

The demon’s smile widened. “I knew they would be.”

About the Author
Elizabeth Corrigan has degrees in English and psychology and has
spent several years working as a data analyst in various branches of the

healthcare industry. When she’s not hard at work on her next novel,

Elizabeth enjoys singing, reading teen vampire novels, and making Sims
of her characters. She drinks more Diet Coke than is probably optimal for
the human body and is pathologically afraid of bees. She lives in Maryland with two cats and a
purple Smart Car.

Review of The Oracle of Philadelphia
Elizabeth Carrigan
Red Adept Publishing
5 stars

First of all, the Oracle of Philadelphia really is—an Oracle. She likes to disguise that by keeping a psychic around in her diner, so folks think the psychic is the one issuing the pronouncements. She is also an immortal, just like demons and angels and archangels. The only problem is, Cassia is soulless: she had to sell hers to gain immortality, so she has kind of a soft spot for others who have done the same, for whatever reasons. Sometimes it’s done to achieve fame or wealth or perks; other times out of altruism, to save a loved one’s life, for example. Either way, Lucifer seldom agrees to return any soul, and so no matter how good or negative the life of the one who has sold a soul, eternity is going to be unpleasant.

“The Oracle of Philadelphia” doesn’t just throw that information at us and let us dwell with her in present-day Philadelphia. No, it bounces back and forth through history and prehistory, examining Cassia’s past and her very extensive life span, and then spins her through adventures in the present day. She may be an immortal, but as I wrote above, she does have a soft spot every now and then for those who have made the fateful decision to sell a soul.

Elizabeth Carrigan’s approach is delightfully easy to follow, and her explorations of history and beyond are detailed and impressive. Her cozy view of theological constructs is relaxing, yet appealing. For example, Cassia gets a feeling of surpassing peace in the presence of an angel, such as Gabriel; and the handsome and sort of hyperactive Bedlam, demon of chaos, is constantly on the move, fomenting havoc and then getting bored with it. I highly recommend “The Oracle of Philadelphia” and hope it finds a wide readership.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

ASCENT OF BLOOD_DESCENT OF BLOOD by Elizabeth Marx_Blog Tour & Reviews

Title: Descent of Blood
Series: The Red Veil Series, Prequel
Author: Elizabeth Marx

Genre: Paranormal romance
Publisher: Self published
Format: Ebook, Paperback
Length: 50K words

Purchase: Amazon | B&N |

Book Description:

When times are darkest, some vampires desire more than blood …

England, 1465. Mortal men clash in the War of the Roses for the English crown, while vampire warriors’ move undetected among their ranks, savoring the flow of blood that battlefields provide.

Vampire prince, Severian Pearce, fears the revelation of the immortal clans to humankind should King Henry fall from power. While in pursuit of Henry’s enemies, Severian comes to the aid of Meridian Neville, a human woman he craves—and not for the scent of her blood … Meridian is torn between honoring her father’s dying wish and her unexplainable yearning for Lord Severian. But as Severian and Meridian work together to protect a relic hunted by mortals and immortals alike, the red veil descends over them. This all-consuming attraction can drive immortals to the brink of madness. Will the existence of this powerful bond between a human and a vampire be enough to unite the immortal clans or is the red veil a scourge set on destroying any chance they might have of happiness?

When all hope is lost, one vampire will fight unto death for his forbidden love.

Title: Ascent of Blood
Series: The Red Veil Series, #1
Author: Elizabeth Marx
Genre: Paranormal romance

Publisher: Self published
Format: Ebook, Paperback
Length: 90K words

Purchase: Amazon | B&N |

Book Description:

Sometimes, love is conceived in the mind of a man long before it is ever realized.

1990, Cardiff, Wales.  Vampire prince, Sebastian Pearce, has waited six-hundred years for the right human mate. His own beloved mother was a mortal capable of carrying immortal offspring. While vampires no longer require live donors for sustenance, Mother Nature has played a cruel trick on them making breeders a rare commodity. As numbers in Sebastian’s Imperial House continue to dwindle, his virgin bride eludes him. That is, until he happens upon a young woman searching for information about a sacred vampire text, the Book of Descent. Sebastian’s desire for her is more potent than anything he’s felt for another woman, but Everleigh Marbut isn’t innocent. She’s an American with a mind of her own, and worst of all, she’s already carrying an immortal being. As Sebastian and Everleigh fight their attraction to each other, they don’t realize they’re being lured into a battle pitting medieval myth against the power of modern science to recreate life until it’s too late.

The destiny of his lineage, and the bond forged between them, now rests in their acceptance of each other as they are.

About the Author:

Windy City writer, Elizabeth Marx, brings cosmopolitan life alive in her fiction—a blend of romance, fast-paced Chicago living, and a sprinkle of magical realism. Elizabeth resides with her husband, girls, and two cats who’ve spelled everyone into believing they’re really dogs. She grew up in the city, has traveled extensively, and still says there’s no town like Chi-Town.

Reviews by Mallory Heart Reviews:

Review of Descent of Blood by Elizabeth Marx
5 Stars

Readers who enjoy perusing historical fiction relating to the Middle Ages, especially those who like their history served on the gory side (for example, fans of Vlad the Impaler and of Elisabeth Bathory—of which I am one) will find much to relish regarding the gory visual side of that era. Factual historians don’t usually relate tales involving regiments of vampires, but Elizabeth Marx certainly does so, and does it well. Even this reviewer, who is not a vampire aficionado, found much to enjoy in Ms. Marx’s very visual tales. Of course, visualizing is not all she does well: she also delivers heartbeat-fast action, adventure, and sensual romance.

Back in the day (or many multitudes of moons ago) I was a history major at University, but you know: history was just never like this. You owe it to yourself, Constant Readers, to go get this series—both Descent of Blood, for Ms. Marx’s amazingly different perspective of the 15th English Wars of the Roses; and the companion novel, Ascent of Blood, for a more contemporary version. Don’t worry, there’ll be vampires there too.

Review of Ascent of Blood by Elizabeth Marx
5 stars
The Red Veil Series #1

In contemporary society, with a world population of humans in the billions, vampires can’t really afford to be discovered, for discovery would mean going to war against humans, and who then would lose? Sebastian Pearce has been a vampire for centuries, and for six of those he has searched for a breeder, a human female capable of bearing vampire offspring, such as his mother. Those are few and rare, and his House of Imperials is terribly in need of expansion. When he encounters a young American woman in London, searching for the Book of Descent, Sebastian is at first amazed and infuriated, then enraptured and obsessed. But Sebastian is not the only one of this pair holding secrets close to his chest; Everleigh is too.

If you’ve not yet read the prequel to this series, “Descent of Blood,” you can still read and very much enjoy this story, but why not pick up both and have the double pleasure?