by RaeBeth McGeeGenre (and sub-genres):
Edgy Fiction/Young AdultAmber Brown spent her entire existence believing Dave was her father. When her mother reveals this is untrue, she goes through an emotional spiral with depression. It's hard for her to believe her mother had lied to her all this time.
A move to a new home and town causes Amber to be consumed by her "darkness" and reverts to cutting to free herself from her pain.
When Casey, her new friend enters her life, she introduces Amber to parties, drugs, and Amber's new boyfriend Landon. The secret of cutting begins to take affect on Amber as she tries to hide it from her friends and family. In the midst of everything, Amber has the desire to find out who her biological father is.
Follow Amber through her trials of depression and cutting, along with the discovery of love.
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Silenced has got great feedback on Amazon. I've been told it's a must read that will leave you on the edge of your seat. Silenced is about cutting and depression. This book will help show others that they are not alone in the battles they face with depression.Who's your favourite character in this book, and why?
Amber because she takes the reader into her mind and shows them her feelings. By the end of the book.. readers can feel what she feels.What was your inspiration for writing this book?
Self harm and depression are serious subjects that need attention. It's time for that to happen and it's time for people to stop hushing the subject.Give us a 500 word (or less) excerpt from your book.
I grab the razor blade I took from my dad’s garage. It’s tiny, but sharp. I turn it over in my hands, nicking my palm. The blood trickles down my wrist and I smile with grim satisfaction. Yes, this will do the job. I catch one last look in the mirror; the pain makes me want to explode. I can’t take it anymore. I press it lightly against my wrist, tracing a blue vein under my skin. The razor is cold, smooth, and comforting. I press harder, dragging it across my wrist over and over like I’m going to saw it off. Pain comes rushing out. Free at last.
The intensity is too much and I sink to the floor, leaning against the bathroom door while trying to catch my breath. I stay like this for a while, dripping blood onto the tile. Unexpectedly, the front door slams closed. I jump. I scramble for some toilet paper and press it to the wound.
“Amber?” my mother yells up the stairs, “We’re home.”
Yet I can’t move. I'm numb. I can’t even answer her back to tell her something, anything, to make sure she doesn’t come up here and see me like this.
“Do you hear me?” she yells again.
I gather up the energy to fight through the lack of feeling. “I hear you. Sorry. I’ll be down in a minute,” I reply hastily, hoping deep down inside she can’t hear my shaking voice. I hear her shoes tapping on the hardwood floors in the kitchen and I know I'm safe for a short time.
I need to get off the floor, even though the numbness is still lingers throughout my body. I search deep inside for whatever strength I have left and push myself up. My arms are shaking but they’re able to hold me for a brief moment. Standing is a bit harder. I use the bathroom counter for support as I reach for the medicine cabinet to get the first aid kit.
I find the gauze and tape on the top shelf. Then sit back down. Resting on the toilet, I gently wrap my arm where my mom won’t notice, and tape it down. After the tape, I slide the sports band on. Another job well done. BUY LINKS:
AMAZON US (Kindle version) - http://www.amazon.com/Silenced-Series-ebook/dp/B00ANRBNDS/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355696968&sr=1-1&keywords=Silenced+by+raebeth+mcgee
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by Brian BigelowGenre (and sub-genres):
This collection of horror stories is intended to entertain the reader most of all. These stories run quite a gamut of themes and ideas. In these imagination excursions corpses will arise, demons will possess and there’s even the birth of a demon child. So open up the book and step into a fantastic world where fact and fiction intermingle and conjoin.Make me want to read your book in 50 words or less.
This little collection will entertain you. Who's your favourite character in this book, and why?
Favorite story is Liturgy the main character in it which happens to be one of favorites is Angel. She's a very strong female character.What was your inspiration for writing this book?
I like short stories so I wrote what I would like to read.Give us a 500 word (or less) excerpt from your book.
This is from the Liturgy short story:
The full moon was reflecting on the shimmering water of the lake. An owl hooting in the distance broke the quiet of the evening and startled the girl. Momentarily brought back to awareness she looked around her.
What are you doing out here now Angel?
Once again her vision descended into darkness. Her thin night gown swayed as she walked in the low visible light. Goose bumps raised on her arms as each step carried her closer to a red glow in the grass. Something she couldn't understand or break the hold of was drawing her closer.
Kneeling down she reached into the tuft. Tendrils of red light reached out and wrapped around her hand. Levitating out of the grass it floated to just above her hand. There it hovered for a few moments before dropping into her open palm. Turning around she headed back to her warm bed in the little bungalow.
Entering the house she left the back door open. Oblivious to everything she headed to the bedroom. Pulling the covers over herself she became still, her breathing becoming deeper. Both hands held the now warm crystal next to her chest as she lay curled up in fetal position. Bathing the room in the red glow it began to pulsate in time with her beating heart.BUY LINKS:Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Horror-Bent-ebook/dp/B00ADKIQ3U
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/horror-bent-brian-bigelow/1113848581?ean=2940015786569
by Elizabeth MorganGenre (and sub-genres):
Paranormal, Sensual Romance, Dark HumourKilling Vampires? Easy. Tracking someone? Simple. Helping, and protecting a Vampire slayer . . . . Bloody hard work!
Thirteen years ago, Brendan Daniels made a deal with a psychic. In exchange for information on the whereabouts of a Rogue Werewolf, he promised to help and protect Sofia's granddaughter. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was letting himself, or his Pack, in for.
Nothing about Heather is simple, from her weird dietary needs to her life's mission. The girl can handle herself, but the promise to protect her soon becomes a need, and one that he can't fully understand.
Vampire Slayer. Born Infected. Blood addict . . . but not by choice.
Heather Ryan is the current Slayer in a long family line. Like all before her, she has spent her life searching for her ancestor, Marko Pavel, the Vampire her family has sworn to kill. If that isn't complicated enough, Heather is also a born "Infected" and to keep her from becoming insane or giving in to her darker side, she is on a very strict diet.
Now that her Grandmother Sofia has passed, it is up to Heather to take the family legacy into her own hands; Or at least, it would have been, if her Grandmother hadn't sent a Werewolf to help her.
What is the irritating Brendan supposed to help her with? Sofia never told either of them. Luckily, it doesn't take long for Heather and Brendan to find out that the Vampires have big plans, and that the Vamps have waited a long time for them both.
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Do you like your paranormal with a few laughs? How about with some Scottish Werewolves? Perhaps some old school, freaky Vampires? Maybe even a slayer with a bad addiction?
Well, throw in the hustle of London & the isolation of the Scottish hillside & moors; add a big dose of sarcasm, sizzling chemistry & a lot of blood . . . and that's Cranberry Blood.
Hell, that's the Blood Series.Who's your favourite character in this book, and why?
It's hard to say since I am rather attached to all my characters, but I would have to go for my heroine, Heather.
She has been dealt some really bad cards in life. In fact, her life is like one big crazy joke and she deals with it by using sarcasm and a sword.
She is fun to write. She is fully aware of how messed up her situation is so she just kinda goes with it. Girls got guts 'cos she just throws herself in at the deep end.What was your inspiration for writing this book?
When I decided I wanted to write a book I already knew it was going to be a paranormal, because I just love the genre.
The idea for the story - and the series on a whole - came in pieces. I can't say that any one thing inspired me.
But I love Bram Stokers; Dracula, and I love Underworld, and dark comedies and basically in some way my love of certain stories, characters, films etc. played a big part.Give us a 500 word (or less) excerpt from your book.
I walked through the open living room door. A new scent invaded my nostrils. Tangy, manufactured, smelled like expensive cologne.An unfamiliar, black, travel bag sat tucked away between the red leather sofa and TV stand. The papers rustled again. I stepped lightly toward the archway that lead into the dining room, my sword still gripped comfortably in my right hand.
"Your breakfast is getting cold, Heather. I suggest you stop trying to sneak in here and just come in so that we can get this over and done with," said the deep male voice in my kitchen.
What the hell is going on? Who is he? Why is he in my house? How does he know my name? And why the hell has he cooked me breakfast?
I took a deep breath, then exhaled. I slowly walked through the archway into the empty dining room and turned my head to the left to see a strange man seated at my kitchen breakfast bar. He sat casually, in jeans and a forest green T-shirt that clung to his broad, sculptured back and defined biceps. The sun flooded into the kitchen through the side window and glinted off his copper-blond hair, which brushed his shoulders.
"Are you going to come in to the room or stand there drooling all day?" He turned a page of his newspaper.
I inhaled again; nothing new amongst the scent of dog,pine, bacon, and coffee, which meant he wasn't a Vampire. I knew because leeches smelled like mouldy, wet earth; not an overpowering smell, but hidden underneath the products they wore. A huge part of me felt relieved he wasn't a Vamp. A Vampire couldn’t get in here, anyway. They could only come in with a personal invite, and since they all wanted me dead . . . . No matter what state I'd been in last night, I wouldn't have invited one in. So, who the hell is this guy?
I walked toward him, my sword glinting in the sunlight as I gripped the hilt firmly in both hands.
"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?" I stopped three feet behind him.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"Wrong answer." I pressed the tip of my sword into the firm space between his shoulder blades. "I said who the hell are you and what—"
"Killing me isn't going to help." He turned another page of his paper.
"I disagree. I think killing the stranger who broke into my house is a very good idea."
"I did not break in," he replied calmly. "My name is Brendan and I'm actually here to help you."
I snorted. "Like I believe that."
"It's the truth. Besides, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would have. I also wouldn't have left your weapons with you."
"Well, you're obviously an eejit."
He laughed. "You have serious trust issues."
"Trust issues? Says the complete stranger who broke into my house and—"
"I used your house keys. They were in your jacket pocket," he said. "And yes, trust issues, says the stranger. The stranger who promises he isn't here to hurt you."
"Just because you say you're not here to hurt me doesn't mean it's the truth."
"True. But why go to the trouble of killing you when I could have left you lying in the car park the other night and let the seven greedy leeches looking for you find you and bleed you dry."Is Cranberry Blood the first book in the series?
Technically yes. CB is the story that kicks off the main story arc and it is Brendan and Heather's first book, but there is a prequel, "She-Wolf."
SW is more a love story between two werewolves, Owen and Clare, and it has a lot to do with Pack politics, but the story does, naturally, link with the events that take place in Cranberry Blood.BUY LINKS:
NOBLE ROMANCE: www.nobleromance.com/Books/429/Cranberry-Blood
AMAZON US: www.amazon.com/Cranberry-Blood-ebook/dp/B008LN9LD0/ref=pd_sim_sbs_kstore_3
ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS: www.allromanceebooks.com/product-cranberryblood-882382-153.html
Little Orphan Anvil (The Complete Trilogy)
by Joseph BeekmanGenre (and sub-genres):
Paranormal, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, AdventureAn ancient science unearthed...an orphaned robot discovered...and the shades of fate forged across the gravelands of a forgotten realm. The live-wired, paranormal-fantasy adventure tells the tale of an orphaned robot and its strange journey to try and help save a shadowed and spellbound realm from the sinister sorcery of a wicked witch! It's an adventure hammered with mayhem, madness, and magical mystery!Make me want to read your book in 50 words or less.
It's an three-part adventure that will take you through the hardships and the triumphs of the human spirit; and a journey to see if the tales of the evil witch and the pumpkin patch are really true! Of course with an orphaned robot, along with a quirky collection of creatures, characters, and some ruthless dark witches...well, it really turns into a quite the mad adventure! Who's your favourite character in this book, and why?
Probably the old man, Will. He is a blacksmith, as well as the orphaned robot's creator. He is a bit of a nomad who lives alone in the wilds. He is funny, charming, and always striving to do good and bring hope to the others in a forsaken and dark realm.What was your inspiration for writing this book?
Mainly my own childhood love for adventure. When I was a kid, my brothers and I would always wander off into the backwoods and forests of Montana, during the summers, and explore and pretend we were off in some fantastical place! Plus, my love for fantasy, sci-fi literature really pushed me into writing this.Give us a 500 word (or less) excerpt from your book.
*FROM BOOK TWO: "The Shades of Fate":
Haley frowned and huffed, his mind recalling what the elders back home had said of these parts of the realm: ‘The deadwoods are mysterious, dark and unforgiving! Ol’ Will may have braved them quite heartily in his day, but he did mention of things like root rats roaming about in them ugly roots—sluggish, little green-eyed vermin, larger than some of the robots we’ve built here! You all be warned—stay outta those parts of the realm! Don’t go wandering off; you’re better safe here at home…’ The memory vanished, leaving Haley wishing he had heeded those words and just stayed put, safely at home.
Now here they were, traveling through a for-bidden den of deadwoods in a part of the realm deserved for ghosts and other foul creatures. What were they thinking? Haley thought to himself. Their crazy imaginations, along with one far-out rumor, had driven them to embark on a quest for some magical sort of pumpkin patch that supposedly dwelled here in this creepy and awful place.
Said to have been a spotted here by some traveler wandering across the realm, a pumpkin patch existing once again in the realm had sparked great interest and unrest back home in the Land of Iron and Anvil. It had been quickly assumed that this so-called pumpkin patch may have been from some lost remains of the dark sleeping spell used by the old witch-lady, herself; the one who had once haunted the Land of Shadows. BUY LINKS:Joseph Beekman amazon books: http://www.amazon.com/Joseph-Beekman/e/B005G13KJG/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
The Complete Trilogy of Little Orphan Anvil: https://www.createspace.com/3918250
United Kingdom: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B008H40YPW
by Phoenix MacKenzie
Genre (and sub-genres):
Science Fiction, FantasyFor a time they called themselves ‘human’, just one of many races that called Earth their home over the ages. Lost in a fractured and often false history, these humans forgot who they were. Like children abandoned on an island: they fought each other, becoming cruel and manipulating creatures.
Outstaying their welcome, humanity found itself struggling to survive on a world that purged itself of man’s abuses. Nature reclaimed itself through floods, earthquakes and another age of ice. However, this was not what drove humans to freeze time for themselves. It wasn’t Earth that ultimately threatened their extinction. Humanities last days were measured by a biological clock that’s time expired: dictating a human child would never be born again.
Remnants of this race dwelt with stasis pods, while scientists tried to solve a genetic mystery, but even their extended lives were coming to an end. They had searched every possibility, even turning to man’s ancestors for clues. In so doing scientists found a divine enigma: a man who’s genetic footprints remained unchanged through time. A man who was immortal. A man who was not a man.
His identity kept to whispers, no fool would admit to the truth before them, and yet so many of the tools scientists used were not of human design. They could do nothing now except follow where his footsteps led: to the stars.
And so our story begins with humanities final chapters, but as one book closes, another opens.
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First in the Gravity Wave series. The ‘orphans’ they were called, and the further they travel the more they discover about humanities hidden nature. The series explores myth, human evolution, psychic abilities, alien cultures, cybernetics, time, alternative realities and what you really are. Through action, suspense, mystery and wonder.Who's your favourite character in this book, and why?
Its difficult to choose my favorite character, they all have their moments. I guess the most fascinating for me is Dharma. A young woman who has evolved beyond the human form. Her psychic abilities and physiology are phenomenal. She’s innocent and warms the hearts of everyone, yet. Like her twin Brother, she has the ability to be terrifying.What was your inspiration for writing this book?
The inspiration for this series is my own inner exploration of the universe. While writing I was presented with mysteries, I wrote blindly, not knowing where these mysteries would lead. What unveiled was fascinating, pieces of puzzles that fell into place: presented to me often by ‘chance’, a link found while researching something else, even miss-spelling something. So my inspiration was my soul and it guided many aspects of the stories.Give us a 500 word (or less) excerpt from your book.
“What does it mean by ‘calibration completed’? Geesh I’ve tried clothes on, but never had them trying it on with me, not to mention a one liner like calibration completed!” Caron jiggled around as if learning to move again.
A vision filled minds of the entire crew. DNA nucleotides breaking free from invisible surfaces and drifting toward a human shaped radiant white light. It all had a sense of the divine, as if a god were summoning planets and stars to form an image of itself. Obeying, worlds hurled toward the beginning, toward their cause. A tune, beyond range of ears, enchanted subconscious minds, like soul whispering creation’s secrets, beckoning with promise of knowing all time, all that ever was and will be: seducing, intoxicating. The feeling overwhelmed crew members who stopped their tasks, stood or laid in a stupor along corridors.
“A” Lukas flicked a bug off his shoulder that appeared to be the offspring of an ant who’d mated with a snail. Its obviously second hand, ill-fitting antennae pre-owned by a creature ten times its size, “lizard,” he glared, waiting for some semblance of sanity in the mad house, some trace of intelligent life. But no, Wayne stood there before him. “Remarkable” Lukas returned to his letter.
Driggin looked around, it seemed that all the gods were watching her, they were all smiling. Maybe the darkness that now came without light made them happy for some reason. Maybe they had eaten the light and had full bellies. Caron pointed back toward the beasts eye. Driggin squealed with excitement at stars, so many stars, more than beads in a bowl, a very big bowl, they were so pretty… TOUCH THEM!!! But Driggin might break them! Dharma urged her to stand and touch the specks of light, timidly the lizard’s hand reached out, her fingers passing through a holographic projection. Such powerful magic, to stand amongst stars, they sparkled all around her.
“Give them a minute” Lukas joined Caron and Jack’s scrutiny of text. “Scattered seeds shall come together and grow as one tree” he muttered…
Arten gazed down at his legs, like everything else their form became indistinct, rippling, awash with a spectrum of color: streaming now toward a star, a blaze of white light that was his Sister. Dharma’s hair floated as strands of energy, her black eyes embracing infinity. Everything and everyone began to merge into one: drawn to her until Dharma’s song ended. In that instant came a sense of being sucked into a black hole, then nothing but peace, stillness, life and death indistinct. All that remained of Argo was a tiny point of white light, a sparkle in Dharma’s eye.
“You gone an done it now Fatso! What did I tell you about touching big pointy things” Jack grabbed Caron’s hand, stepping further away from a mound of sand and soil piling up around the obelisk’s base.What's your Website address?http://phxzie.wix.com/phoenix-mackenzieBuy Links
Ancient Echoes,by Katrina Bowlin-MacKenzieGenre (and sub-genres):
Paranormal/Romance/FantasyShe could hear and feel a heavy body thud onto the bed above her. Breathing, a raspy breathing, so loud it was deafening. She could hear the creature, the demon, whatever the hell it was, sniffing around on the bed. Looking for her, seeking her. Phaedra lay there in the dark, under her bed, breathing quietly, trying to get her senses and trying to decide the best course of action. She heard the noise of the bedsprings and knew she must do something, anything, and quickly. She began crawling on all fours towards the walk-in closet, perhaps finding some shelter there. The thing had landed on the floor behind her. She could hear sniffing and the padding of feet, behind her it felt like it was following her. As she entered the closet she swung the door shut behind her, but something stopped it and blocked it from closing, as it remained ajar. Now she could see eyes glowing in the dark, peeking through the half open door. Eyes glowing, yellow eyes, she froze in fear, her breath taken from her.
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Phaedra and her twin daughters were trapped under water for a thousand years, with only snails and fish to sustain them, due to an earthquake caused by the Dark Lords misuse of powerful crystals, condemning her sacred Atlantis to a watery grave, and taking the life of her beloved.Who's your favourite character in this book, and why?
Phaedra, because she is based on my personality, she is mourning her lost Twin-flame and trying to help her twin daughters. Her daughters are based on my two daughters.What was your inspiration for writing this book?
I have always loved Vampire novels, but wanted to do something a little different.Give us a 500 word (or less) excerpt from your book.
This 'mind' connection between Phaedra and her girls had always been there, a form of telepathy ever since the twins were born oh so many centuries ago. Before their land, their home, their precious Atlantis had sunk beneath the foamy sea. Erased from the world, its grandeur state now just a memory. They had been trapped for centuries presuming they would be for all eternity. Only the three of them had survived.
It had taken a thousand years to be released from their watery prison. A thousand years of darkness. A thousand years of surviving underwater with only snails, tiny fish and seaweed to sustain the mere life in them. They had lain trapped together with random tiny air pockets to keep them alive in their crystal cave.
Yet somehow they had survived, evolved, changed forever but alive. They had become creatures of the deep, immortals who would live forever. Trapped in this vicious circle, but now they had a thirst, not a mere craving for it seemed saltwater was a basic necessity for their survival.
Discovering in time over the years saltwater could be obtained from many sources if the real thing was not readily available. Tears and sweat were a source of saltwater and Kyra’s personal favorite, human blood.
Phaedra remembered shortly after they escaped from the cave the three of them had begun to get ill, weak, pale, and listless. She didn’t know what was wrong or how to cure their symptoms; she thought perhaps they would not be able to breathe except under water. So she took the twins to the ocean so they could put their heads underwater to breathe. Much to their surprise as they waded into the water, the water splashing upon their arms and legs it was instantly absorbed into their skin as their color came back. They had a surge of energy rush into them from it. They also discovered gills had grown behind their ears. These gills were not visible when closed, but in salt water they opened allowing them to breathe under water.
Webbing had also grown between their toes to help propel them while swimming through the water. They experimented, over time discovering saltwater was a requirement. Usually bathing in saltwater every couple of days would suffice but going longer than three days could be quite dangerous.
The psychic senses they had become accustomed to were normal abilities in Atlantis such as picking up on another’s experiences, not mind reading per-se but more of a type of picking up their memories. They also were gifted with telepathy especially between the three of them.
With this telepathy came the ability to see through the others eyes when connected by a sort of mind meld. A common gift of Atlantians was the ability to heal (a simple thing as saliva could heal a physical wound) which did not seem as strong here on land. Of course with the healing crystals buried beneath the sea their healing abilities were limited.Who and what is Miakoda?
Velora's husband and he is a Limikkin.Buy Links:http://mystweaver.wix.com/k-bowlin-mackenziehttp://www.facebook.com/KatrinaBowlinMacKenzieauthor
Nannies, Inc. by Ninfa Hayes has just been published. FREE READ.
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Miss Elizabeth Watson always thought she could make a difference … now she's about to find out just how right she is.
Nannies, Inc. is a short, fantasy story of approx. 6000 words, with a touch of quirky and very light steampunk.
Silly and sweet, it will warm your heart and take you on a quiet journey down the road of possibilities.
Written in British English.
Coming to other retailers soon.
From author, Ninfa Hayes - two unusual, unique reads, and both FREE!
4th September: Musique will be published online, here on this site. At approx. 2500 words, it's a thriller/horror, light sci-fi cross-over (no, we don't pigeon-hole at Bitten Fruit Books, lol).
7th December: Nannies Inc. will be published as a free Christmas release in eBook format - another short story at about 5,500 words. More details on that nearer the time.
Other News: Bitten Fruit Books and Satin Smoke Press will cease to operate a paperback shop from our websites as of the end of this week, and instead put our focus on making our books as accessible to you as possible via all our retail channels. Most paperbacks can be bought from the author direct (in many cases, signed), and those that do not want a signed copy invariably buy via Amazon, Barnes and Noble or The Book Depository. We can focus our energies elsewhere, rather than try to be a retailer as well as a publisher.
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This has had no impact on sales at all, so what we're going to do is keep it at full price, and occasionally when we have promotions, etc, we'll reduce the price right down to as much as 50% just for that promotion. This should work much better.
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