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The Other Side of Philip K. Dick

“As a literary figure, Philip K. Dick is popularly perceived as a crazed, drug-addled mystic with a sinister Third Eye. Nothing could be further from the truth – the Phil I knew was a warm, humane, very funny man. Maer Wilson understands these truths far better than I, and The Other Side of Philip K. Dick casts a welcome shaft of daylight upon the real PKD, as opposed to the dark, distorted caricature Dick has become.” Paul M. Sammon, Author of Future Noir: The Making of Blade Runner

What is the truth behind the legend of Science Fiction great, Philip K. Dick?

In spring, 1972, Phil Dick moved to Fullerton, CA, where he met Theatre student Mary (Maer) Wilson. Amid marriage proposals, marathon talk-fests and a love for music and films, they forged a strong friendship that would last the rest of his life.

Wilson’s quirky, yet unflinchingly honest, memoir reveals a funny, compassionate and generous man. She captures an inside view of one of our literary greats – a brilliant writer who gave the world some of its most revered Science Fiction.

“I found this book engrossing and authentic – a truthful and serious account of the last part of Phil Dick’s life by someone who was a fundamental part of it and who has the skill to write about it. There is evident love and friendship in this book, but also honesty. This was the Phil Dick I knew.” James P. Blaylock, World Fantasy Award-Winning

Maer Wilson’s Bio

After a successful career being other people, and later teaching others the many tricks of that trade, Maer Wilson has decided to be herself for a while. Turns out she’s a writer.

Maer first met Philip K. Dick in 1972 when he moved into the apartment across the hall from her in Fullerton, California. They remained close friends until his death in 1982. Maer was always an avid reader, but it was Phil who introduced her to science fiction, and she fell in love with the genre, later expanding into most aspects of Spec Fic.

When she’s not writing, Maer plays online video games, teaches college and reads. Maer is a partner in Ellysian Press, a small publishing house. She lives in the high desert of Southern Nevada with her two poodles.

Named 2015 Fantasy Author of the Year by AuthorClassifieds.com, Maer’s books include the recent Apocalypta Z. Her Modern Magics series includes the novels Relics, Portals, and Magics, as well as novelettes and stories set in that universe. Maer recently contributed to, compiled and published the charity anthology, The Dark Dozen. She is currently working on a science fiction novel, Truthsayer.

You can find all Maer’s books and novelettes at Amazon and other online retailers. For more info, you can visit Maer’s website at http://maerwilson.com/.

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Excerpt

“But first let’s set the scene.

It’s April, 1972 in Fullerton, California around 7:00 PM. The sun has set and the night is cool, balanced between full spring and hints of summer. Can you feel the slight breeze?

The street is Quartz Lane. Some of the many apartment buildings in the area line the short road. We’re going to go to the first complex on the right, just past the church. There’s a small courtyard and the residents all have their curtains drawn. Most are translucent and clearly show the light from the apartments. But there. That first apartment on our right? The one upstairs. Yes, that one with the light shining through a gap in the curtains.

And the one across from it. The light isn’t as bright, but we need to note that one, too.

We can almost hear the giggles of two girls as we make our way up the stairs and fade through their door. Shhh… We’ll be as quiet as the ghosts from the future that we are.

The scene is set. The actors and orchestra are in their places. The curtain rises.

The conductor taps his baton on the music stand.

The stage lights come up.

Let us begin.

It happened back when I was still immortal.”

Praise for The Other Side of Philip K. Dick

“I found this book engrossing and authentic – a truthful and serious account of the last part of Phil Dick’s life by someone who was a fundamental part of it and who has the skill to write about it. There is evident love and friendship in this book, but also honesty. This was the Phil Dick I knew.” James P. Blaylock, World Fantasy Award-winning Author

“As a literary figure, Philip K. Dick is popularly perceived as a crazed, drug-addled mystic with a sinister Third Eye. Nothing could be further from the truth – the Phil I knew was a warm, humane, very funny man. Maer Wilson understands these truths far better than I, and The Other Side of Philip K. Dick casts a welcome shaft of daylight upon the real PKD, as opposed to the dark, distorted caricature Dick has become.” Paul M. Sammon, Author of Future Noir: The Making of Blade Runner

“The strongest piece of writing I’ve read in years. Wilson’s pacing is perfection. The Other Side of Philip K. Dick is filled with laughter and the kind of love only true friends can share. Even if, for some reason, you’ve never heard of Philip K. Dick, you will fall in love with him and Wilson. The ending had me crying, like “end of the Notebook” crying. Utter perfection.” M. Joseph Murphy, Author of the Activation series

“There are many tales of epic friendships, but there is one huge difference here: The Other Side of Philip K. Dick is real. Wilson’s prose gives us an inside view into two minds, a genius and a young girl. Through her eyes I am left with one thought — this is a man I wish I had known.” –Danielle DeVor, author of the Marker Chronicles.

“Frank and revealing. One part faithful memoir, one part a wonderful evocation of Phil’s final 10 years. Writing with crisp clarity, Maer’s humorous anecdotes wonderfully evoke both the times and the man. Her conversational prose sparkles with truth and winning story-telling. Best of all, this warm tribute replaces the oft-told myths about Phil with unique insights into his caring, compassionate and generous nature.” Daniel Gilbertson, Friend of PKD

“As a fan of Dick’s fiction, I was engrossed by these amusing, insightful, and poignant reminiscences of the last ten years of his life. Wilson evokes a human portrait of a warm, funny, unassuming man who was a good friend to a young student. This memoir is well-written and heart-felt. It illustrates not only the private world of a great writer but what it was like to be young in the seventies in California.” Carol Holland March, Author of The Dreamwalkers of Larreta

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Soul Unleashed by Jean Murray

Synopsis:

FIGHTING FATE HAS CONSEQUENCES
Kit Carrigan desperately wants to wake from her nightmare of an ancient war raging among gods and demons. Her denial only brings her closer to truth—the end of the world is near. She must secretly use her gift of sight to protect her sisters and prevent a war there is no hope of winning. But, an ancient evil seeks to use her against the ones she loves. Only her protector, the most feared god of the Underworld, can change her fate. Her destiny to destroy everything she ever loved.
WHEN CONTROLLING TEMPTATION IS NOT ENOUGH
As the Devourer of Souls, Kamen has spent his life in solitude for fear he might lose control over the cursed beast inside. Now war is threatening to destroy his home, his Underworld. Victory lies in a woman whose gifts hold the key to destroying their enemy. But protecting Kit, the reckless black haired beauty, forces him to face the side of himself he fears most. For the beast hungers for her soul. One taste and her fate is sealed.

 

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Dark paranormal romance. Three sisters and their fated mates, Gods of the Underworld, on a journey of love, redemption and war.

THE HUMAN REALM, HIS BATTLEFIELD.
Asar, the Egyptian God of the Underworld, has been tortured and left soulless by a malevolent goddess, relegating him to consume the very thing he was commissioned to protect. Human souls. Now an empty shell of hatred, Asar vows to kill the goddess and anyone involved in her release, but fate crosses his path with a beautiful blonde huntress who has a soul too sweet to ignore.
DEADLY SECRETS BETTER LEFT UNEARTHED.
Lilly, fearless commander of the Nehebkau huntresses, is the only thing standing in the way of the goddess’ undead army unleashing hell on earth. But Lilly has a secret—one she is willing to sell her soul to keep. If the Underworld god discovers her role in the dig that released the goddess, she will lose everything, including his heart.

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Note from the author:  Thank you to those who have waited for this book. You don’t know how happy I am to share Bomani’s story. He is an extraordinary secondary character that demanded to be heard. If you have already read Soul Awakened you know why. He was a soul worth saving.

With this book I was able to provide a window into the lives of these Dark Warriors, Bomani’s rise to power and Menthu’s descent into darkness. Find out what Kamen has been hiding all these years, and so much more.

 Thank you again and happy reading!

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WHEN LOVE AND HONOR IS LOST

Bomani escapes his Underworld home under a cloud of loss and shame into the realm of the living, a place he doesn’t belong.  Desperate to stay hidden from his family, Bomani agrees to track an exiler with strict orders to look but not touch.  The moment he encounters his mark, the Goddess of War, he knows he is damned to break the one order that is keeping him from facing his shame.

NOT ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR

Exiled to the human realm over four thousand years ago with a stay of execution, Siya struggles to ensure that the good of humanity prospers despite the evil invading its core.  Memories of a forbidden love affair resurface when she is haunted by a dark warrior lurking in the shadows.  Fate has told her there are no second chances at love, especially when the next day may be her last.

Excerpt Soul Unbound

Chapter One Excerpt

Bomani turned away from the reality of his mistakes and the sorrow settling deep in his soul. He would not allow Bast to see his pain, let alone feel the extent of his losses.

His home. His legion.

Life as he had always known it to be.

No, he would do whatever he damn well pleased.

His gaze strayed to the Protector goddess who cuffed the god with venom laced restraints. Bomani had no sympathy for the criminal. Not unlike himself, the exiler had as much chance of escape as a half-swallowed rodent from a serpent’s jaws.

Bomani had whored himself out to the Creation Pantheon. Servitude, the price for staying in the human realm, a place an underworlder did not belong.

“Where is the Destroyer?” Bast grabbed the prisoner’s jaw.

Bomani was grateful Bast’s attention was focused on the exiler and not him. His head swirled and pitched so he feared he would pass out. The smell of blood filled the air, tightening the cramp of hunger in his chest. His gums burned and his fangs threatened to descend. Only days out of the underworld, and he was already succumbing to the effects. He needed to get out of here and find something to silence his hunger. A five course meal or a soul would do just fine. To cover his distress, he leaned up against the cold brick of the building and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I asked you a question,” Bast hissed and dug her nails in deeper.

Bomani had heard Bast ask the same question of the last five exilers. Either her interrogation techniques sucked or they did not know the mark.

The prisoner chuckled through a strangled throat. “Even if I had seen the Destroyer, I am more afraid of her than I am of you.”

Her? Bomani slid his gaze to the goddess.

Bast glared at Bomani from the side. “Useless, all of you.” With a snap of her fingers a portal opened behind the exiler. She shoved the god through the vortex.

Bomani shielded his eyes before the portal snapped shut in a bright flash. Bast’s face burned a bright red and her brilliant green eyes glowered at him. She wiped her hands down the front of her dress. The golden glow of her fury rippled out in waves of heat.

He shoved off the wall and trudged down the street, not waiting for her dismissal or her excuse why it was all his fault.

“Where are you going?” Bast’s protest chased after him.

“Getting lost.”

“I am not finished with you, warrior.”

He pulled the hood up over his head and pushed onward.

“Bomani!” Bast screeched, shattering the windows above him. The glass shards showered down around him, penetrating his coat and skin. Dusting off his shoulder he rounded the corner of the alley. A bright white flash greeted him along with the slam of her palms into his chest.

“Have you forgotten the order of things, Commander? You are in my house. Follow my rules.”

“You have your exiler,” Bomani snapped, hating to see her anger abated and replaced by a look that soured his stomach.

She smiled and raked her unholy gaze down the front of him. “You have yet to fulfill our agreement. Until then, I own you.”

“You know as well as I that cannot happen.” He snatched and squeezed her wrist.

She flinched. The frigid temperature of his skin warred with the heat of hers. She jerked lose. A red imprint, the size of his palm, outlined her skin.

“Not going to happen,” Bomani said, fisting his burnt white palm.

“There are no absolutes. Conditions do change and you have little choice in the matter, unless you want to go back and face your Lord, Asar.”

Shame weighed down on Bomani. He had failed his father and betrayed the very principles he had pledged his life to serve. Worse, his jealousy drove him to hurt the woman he claimed to love. The very reason among many that drove him to this world.

“Do you think me powerless? That I cannot absolve your curse?” She slid her hand against his chest.

Curse was an apt description of the so called law. He was relegated to hide in the darkest shadows. Daylight promised an unbearable pain he avoided at all costs. A clear message from the Creations—the dead were not permitted among the living.

“For millenniums the Underworld has been subjugated to your rules and you, a Protector god, can wipe that all away?” He shoved her hand off his chest, not wanting to believe she could do it. His honor would not save him. Only this fine thread of incompatibility separated him from falling deeper into shame.

“Bomani, you have no other choice. I will not let you remain here unsupervised,” Bast said and proceeded to stroke his chest. “I did warn you from the beginning. Kendra was made for Bakari, not you. I have offered you a new life and something enjoyable in exchange. You have nothing to lose.”

His disgrace had driven him out of the Underworld and into a new master’s hands. His soul ached in his chest, resolved in the fact Bast was correct about one thing.

He had nothing worth losing.

“Fine.” He grabbed her arm and pushed her back against the wall, wanting to get this torturous deed done.

Bast shoved him back. “No! It will be a time and place of my choosing. In the meantime, I have another mark for you to find.”

Fury burned hotter in his gut. The fickle odjit was playing with him, like a cat with a mouse. Would her demands never cease?

He thought not.

“Who is it you want now?”

“An exiler has been living among the humans, evading final judgment.” Her bright green eyes sparkled with a challenge. “I want to know who she is consorting with and why.”

“Who is the mark?”

“Who she is, is none of your concern. Do what I ask, and we will meet again to discuss your safe passage here.”

“What does the goddess look like, and where in duat do I find this criminal?”

“Her last known location was here in this city.”

He ruefully chuckled. New York had more hiding places than a corn maze. “This is a gods’ damn big city. Care to be a little more specific. Hair and eye color? Her glyphs?”

“She is the only god living among humans. She carries the brand of an exiler. You are a master tracker. Use that so-called skill of yours and find her. Do not make contact. Do not underestimate her. I want intel. Is that clear, Commander?”

“Yeah, sure.” He stalked past the goddess and down the trash littered street before his voice betrayed his last thread of decency. Honestly, he cared not, but it would buy him time. He had few options at this point, and it was wholly better than bedding Bast.

“Do not make contact,” Bast called out.

He raised his two fingers in a mocking salute. His life had not hit rock bottom—yet.

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WHEN LOVE AND HONOR IS LOST

Bomani escapes his Underworld home under a cloud of loss and shame into the realm of the living, a place he doesn’t belong.  Desperate to stay hidden from his family, Bomani agrees to track an exiler with strict orders to look but not touch.  The moment he encounters his mark, the Goddess of War, he knows he is damned to break the one order that is keeping him from facing his shame.

NOT ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR

Exiled to the human realm over four thousand years ago with a stay of execution, Siya struggles to ensure that the good of humanity prospers despite the evil invading its core.  Memories of a forbidden love affair resurface when she is haunted by a dark warrior lurking in the shadows.  Fate has told her there are no second chances at love, especially when the next day may be her last.

Excerpt Soul Unbound

Chapter One Excerpt

Bomani turned away from the reality of his mistakes and the sorrow settling deep in his soul. He would not allow Bast to see his pain, let alone feel the extent of his losses.

His home. His legion.

Life as he had always known it to be.

No, he would do whatever he damn well pleased.

His gaze strayed to the Protector goddess who cuffed the god with venom laced restraints. Bomani had no sympathy for the criminal. Not unlike himself, the exiler had as much chance of escape as a half-swallowed rodent from a serpent’s jaws.

Bomani had whored himself out to the Creation Pantheon. Servitude, the price for staying in the human realm, a place an underworlder did not belong.

“Where is the Destroyer?” Bast grabbed the prisoner’s jaw.

Bomani was grateful Bast’s attention was focused on the exiler and not him. His head swirled and pitched so he feared he would pass out. The smell of blood filled the air, tightening the cramp of hunger in his chest. His gums burned and his fangs threatened to descend. Only days out of the underworld, and he was already succumbing to the effects. He needed to get out of here and find something to silence his hunger. A five course meal or a soul would do just fine. To cover his distress, he leaned up against the cold brick of the building and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I asked you a question,” Bast hissed and dug her nails in deeper.

Bomani had heard Bast ask the same question of the last five exilers. Either her interrogation techniques sucked or they did not know the mark.

The prisoner chuckled through a strangled throat. “Even if I had seen the Destroyer, I am more afraid of her than I am of you.”

Her? Bomani slid his gaze to the goddess.

Bast glared at Bomani from the side. “Useless, all of you.” With a snap of her fingers a portal opened behind the exiler. She shoved the god through the vortex.

Bomani shielded his eyes before the portal snapped shut in a bright flash. Bast’s face burned a bright red and her brilliant green eyes glowered at him. She wiped her hands down the front of her dress. The golden glow of her fury rippled out in waves of heat.

He shoved off the wall and trudged down the street, not waiting for her dismissal or her excuse why it was all his fault.

“Where are you going?” Bast’s protest chased after him.

“Getting lost.”

“I am not finished with you, warrior.”

He pulled the hood up over his head and pushed onward.

“Bomani!” Bast screeched, shattering the windows above him. The glass shards showered down around him, penetrating his coat and skin. Dusting off his shoulder he rounded the corner of the alley. A bright white flash greeted him along with the slam of her palms into his chest.

“Have you forgotten the order of things, Commander? You are in my house. Follow my rules.”

“You have your exiler,” Bomani snapped, hating to see her anger abated and replaced by a look that soured his stomach.

She smiled and raked her unholy gaze down the front of him. “You have yet to fulfill our agreement. Until then, I own you.”

“You know as well as I that cannot happen.” He snatched and squeezed her wrist.

She flinched. The frigid temperature of his skin warred with the heat of hers. She jerked lose. A red imprint, the size of his palm, outlined her skin.

“Not going to happen,” Bomani said, fisting his burnt white palm.

“There are no absolutes. Conditions do change and you have little choice in the matter, unless you want to go back and face your Lord, Asar.”

Shame weighed down on Bomani. He had failed his father and betrayed the very principles he had pledged his life to serve. Worse, his jealousy drove him to hurt the woman he claimed to love. The very reason among many that drove him to this world.

“Do you think me powerless? That I cannot absolve your curse?” She slid her hand against his chest.

Curse was an apt description of the so called law. He was relegated to hide in the darkest shadows. Daylight promised an unbearable pain he avoided at all costs. A clear message from the Creations—the dead were not permitted among the living.

“For millenniums the Underworld has been subjugated to your rules and you, a Protector god, can wipe that all away?” He shoved her hand off his chest, not wanting to believe she could do it. His honor would not save him. Only this fine thread of incompatibility separated him from falling deeper into shame.

“Bomani, you have no other choice. I will not let you remain here unsupervised,” Bast said and proceeded to stroke his chest. “I did warn you from the beginning. Kendra was made for Bakari, not you. I have offered you a new life and something enjoyable in exchange. You have nothing to lose.”

His disgrace had driven him out of the Underworld and into a new master’s hands. His soul ached in his chest, resolved in the fact Bast was correct about one thing.

He had nothing worth losing.

“Fine.” He grabbed her arm and pushed her back against the wall, wanting to get this torturous deed done.

Bast shoved him back. “No! It will be a time and place of my choosing. In the meantime, I have another mark for you to find.”

Fury burned hotter in his gut. The fickle odjit was playing with him, like a cat with a mouse. Would her demands never cease?

He thought not.

“Who is it you want now?”

“An exiler has been living among the humans, evading final judgment.” Her bright green eyes sparkled with a challenge. “I want to know who she is consorting with and why.”

“Who is the mark?”

“Who she is, is none of your concern. Do what I ask, and we will meet again to discuss your safe passage here.”

“What does the goddess look like, and where in duat do I find this criminal?”

“Her last known location was here in this city.”

He ruefully chuckled. New York had more hiding places than a corn maze. “This is a gods’ damn big city. Care to be a little more specific. Hair and eye color? Her glyphs?”

“She is the only god living among humans. She carries the brand of an exiler. You are a master tracker. Use that so-called skill of yours and find her. Do not make contact. Do not underestimate her. I want intel. Is that clear, Commander?”

“Yeah, sure.” He stalked past the goddess and down the trash littered street before his voice betrayed his last thread of decency. Honestly, he cared not, but it would buy him time. He had few options at this point, and it was wholly better than bedding Bast.

“Do not make contact,” Bast called out.

He raised his two fingers in a mocking salute. His life had not hit rock bottom—yet.

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Cover Reveal: Moth by Sean Poindexter

 

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Ellysian Press is pleased to announce the cover reveal and upcoming release for Moth by Sean T. Poindexter. The artwork is by Drastiq Designs. Moth is due out in late summer 2014.

Cover Reveal – July 7, 2014 by Ellysian Press.

 

Moth

By

Sean T. Poindexter

Social worker Max Hollingsworth is no stranger to monsters. Supernatural or human, he’s faced all kinds. But when he’s called upon to investigate a missing child, he may have met his match.

Children are vanishing, not just from the streets, but from their parents’ memories. Max’s investigation leads him to a gang of neo-Nazi vampires running a child slavery ring. There, he comes face to face with the deadliest enemy he’s ever met, their charismatic and powerful leader Boone.

Running low on hope and options to find the missing children, Max turns to his friends for help. But even they aren’t enough. Forced to face the darkness of his own past, Max forges an alliance with the least likely ally of all. An enemy whose cruelty was almost his end, and haunts him still.

Moth will be available at retailers by the end of July.

About Sean T. Poindexter

 Though born in Mesa, Arizona, Sean has spent most of his life in Missouri. After college, Sean went into social and investigative work, primarily with disabled adults and seniors. Sean’s background in sociology, criminology, and philosophy and his experience as an investigator for the State of Missouri, are heavy influences in his writing.

While Sean has been writing most of his life, he did not consider doing so professionally until he was inspired by a terrible vampire movie. During the film, Sean amused himself by imagining the vampires being attacked by a dragon. His imagination resulted in his series, The Dragon’s Blood Chronicles, featuring dragons and vampires.

Sean enjoys watching and reading science fiction, fantasy, horror, and thrillers. His hobbies include playing Xbox, fantasy role playing games and collecting firearms.

Moth is Book 1 of The Max Hollingsworth Paranormal Mysteries. Sean’s other books include The Shadow of Tiamet and The Will of the Darkest One, both from The Dragon’s Blood Chronicles.

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Website: http://www.seanpoindexter.com/

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Cover Reveal: The Devil Made Me Do It, Book 2 by Shawna Romkey

The Devil Made Me Do It

Book Two: Speak of the Devil series

By Shawna Romkey

Bestselling Author of  Speak of the Devil

Shawna Romkey, teacher by day, writer by night (or day or whenever anyone leaves her alone long enough to get some work done). Bestselling YA / NA paranormal author of Speak of the Devil. The second in the series, The Devil Made Me Do It, will release July 1.

Shawna is from Kansas City, Missouri, but resides in Nova Scotia in a house by the sea with her husband, two sons, and currently two dogs but that’s subject to change depending on the local homeless dog population.

For more info, check out her website at www.shawnaromkey.com.

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Lily is working with the angels to stifle the last of the demon outbreaks and to figure out how to stop the Silence of God, so life can get back to boring normality. But all hell breaks loose when she’s stolen from school and brought face to face with the devil himself. Lily has to find her way back home to Luc, crack the prophecy that breaks the curse silencing God, and figure out how she and Luc can ever really be together; but Lucifer has other plans for her that don’t include her ever getting out of Hell in tact.

 

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Four years ago Erin’s life changed drastically. Her drug-addicted brother killed her parents, and her marriage disintegrated. Her husband, Matt,  agent, had done his duty when he’d arrested Stuart, but she’d been too caught up in her own grief to allow him to help her move through the shadows of pain.

Now Matt is back, but it isn’t to attempt reconciliation. Her brother has escaped from Attica, and Erin is his next target. Matt will stop Stuart by any means necessary. But Stuart is a desperate man, and desperate men will do anything to get what they want.

Thrown together by treacherous circumstances, Matt and Erin fight a battle to stay alive and possibly figure out how to put the pieces of their destroyed lives back together again.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I started writing years ago, and my first attempt was a contemporary romance that will never see the light of day. I think I may even have thrown it away by now. It was absolutely horrific as I knew nothing about well…anything to do with writing.

After that, I started writing fantasy romances about wizards and wizards, and once those took off, I segued to paranormal romances (hello, vampires and ghosts) and romantic suspense. I also write articles for various magazines, including The Writer’s Journal, Writer’s Magazine, Writer’s Weekly, Writing for Dollars, Absolute Write, and Funds for Writers.

I’m fortunate to make my home in historical Charleston, South Carolina. Beautiful city. Beautiful people. When I’m not writing, I love to read paranormal romance, romantic suspense, young adult fantasy and paranormal, create videos, shop, cross-stitch, cook, and drink lots of coffee.

Watch for it January 2013

You can find more about Rachel Carrington here: www.dawnrachel.com.

She also offers help to aspiring writers at her blog: www.dawnrachel.com/blog.

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Giveaway/Challenge

Today, I’m giving away a copy of my newest book, Waking Up Immortal. All you have to do is answer this question from the Chapter Excerpt.

What was the name of the agent who was listening in on Chloe and Kier’s conversation?

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3 Goddesses’ COVER REVEAL

I have joined forces with two fellow Crescent Moon Press authors to celebrate our new covers and pending releases on January 15, 2013. (Stay tuned for Release Party Scheduled for January 22nd) To celebrate we are giving away Author Review Copies (ARCs) plus copies of our previously released books in the series to one lucky winner.  Let me be clear ~ enter to win the following:

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ARC of SOUL AWAKENED & SOUL REBORN by Jean Murray
ARC of FOR THE LOVE OF HADES & MEDUSA, A LOVE STORY by Sasha Summers
ARC of TAINTED & WASTELAND & AWAITED by Lynn Rush

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COVERS

Only the strongest love can unlock the souls of the Underworld

LOVE FOR BLOOD OR HONOR

Kendra, an Egyptologist and demi-god in waiting, is the key to unlocking Bakari, the Egyptian God of Death, from his cursed slumber. Desperate to free him, she inadvertently binds herself to the god with a spell that only death will undo. To save Bakari from himself, she may have to sacrifice her innocence, and possibly her soul, before he becomes his family’s worst enemy.

HAUNTED BY SINS OF THE PAST

Bakari awakens to a world at war and a beautiful woman who has tethered his soul to hers. In the wake of his self-destruction Kendra is his only hope of salvation, but another has vowed to keep Bakari from the one thing he craves most– his Parvana. His butterfly.

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Hades, God of Death, has no heart. Persephone is determined to prove otherwise…

Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, has no patience for living things or his Olympian brethren. His purpose is order, administering justice to those who enter his realm, and keeping the balance decreed by the Fates. Meeting Persephone sways his focus, her gentle sweetness threatening his control. But he will not be tempted.

 Poseidon’s scheming wreaks havoc upon Persephone. Hades has no choice – he must rescue her.

 Hades awakens something within the Goddess Persephone. She feels no fear from his brooding presence. In truth, she’s never felt so alive. Every stolen moment together only confirms her instinct: he is meant to be hers. Such a powerful union suit will face opposition – from Olympus, her troubled betrothed, the Fates, even Hades himself – but she is determined to win his heart.

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Even death can’t stop true love…

After over four hundred years as a Guardian, Durk Langdon rebuked it all. Walked away from everything when his mate, Jessica, was brutally murdered. Yet he has no recollection of anything since that gruesome day.

Nothing alleviates his longing for Jessica or his disdain for the Guardians until a former brother in arms joins him and his cause. Visions of his lost love start appearing in the most unlikely places, until Durk learns she survived.

But when he sets out to find her, demonic obstacles he never could have imagined tear them apart.

If only he had trusted her…

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Cover Reveal: Waking Up Immortal by Rachel Carrington

Waking Up Immortal

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Book One in the Universal Security Series

 I could die today, and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still wake up tomorrow. Some people might consider that a good thing, and the time I took my first bullet, well, I can’t say I complained when I woke up, but that’s the middle of the story.

At first I didn’t want this “gift” which led me to a long search for my father. I thought he could help me. Turns out my father was in prison, and I just happened to get on the bad side of his warden—a huge, cyborg type of guy who could body double for Sylvester Stallone. He didn’t want me to see my father, and he was a pretty big obstacle for me to overcome.

So here I am trying to convince this guy, Kier, to let me see my father when all hell breaks loose. Then I suddenly learn I really don’t want to see dear old Dad after all. My life isn’t in danger, but how I spend the rest of my immortal existence is. The only thing standing between me and certain torture is Kier.

I don’t doubt he’ll protect me, but being so close to him makes me forget about things like safety.  And the first time he kisses me turns into heat up the windows type of scene in the front seat of my car.

My immortal existence is safe with Kier. My heart is on shaky ground. Only I could fall in love with a cyborg while my life is going to hell in a handbasket. 

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Rachel’s bio:

I started writing years ago, and my first attempt was a contemporary romance that will never see the light of day. I think I may even have thrown it away by now. It was absolutely horrific as I knew nothing about well…anything to do with writing.

After that, I started writing fantasy romances about wizards and wizards, and once those took off, I segued to paranormal romances (hello, vampires and ghosts) and romantic suspense. I also write articles for various magazines, including The Writer’s Journal, Writer’s Magazine, Writer’s Weekly, Writing for Dollars, Absolute Write, and Funds for Writers.

I’m fortunate to make my home in historical Charleston, South Carolina. Beautiful city. Beautiful people. When I’m not writing, I love to read paranormal romance, romantic suspense, young adult fantasy and paranormal, create videos, shop, cross-stitch, cook, and drink lots of coffee.

Rachel’s social network links: 

Website: http://dawnrachel.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rachelcarringtonwrites

Twitter: @rcarrington2004

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/rcarrington