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Monday, July 28, 2014

Novel Desire ~ Promo Tour


First of all, thank you to all of the bloggers for participating. I really appreciate y’all helping to spread the word about my baby! ~ Genevieve Scholl


Novel Desire Promo Tour
July 27th – August 1st
Hosted by Author Sandra Love
Title: Novel Desire

Author: Genevieve Scholl

Blurb:
She wrote a plot, that she never expected to come true.

But then...

David Wilkinson, the head jock of her High School, walked into one of her book signings and he not only read her book, but wants to know if it's based on him. Vivienne Miles doesn't know what to say. What would he say when he found out that she has had a crush on him since eighth grade?

When Viv finds out that she accidentally wrote a love spell in her book and it was activated on David, she worries that his feelings aren't real. So now, she has to find a way to break the spell and find out his true feelings... before her heart falls in love and shatters.

Available on Amazon, or Autographed Paperbacks are available to order through the author’s website: http://genevievescholl.wix.com/genevievescholl

Praise for Novel Desire:

-          “There wasn't a dull moment.”
-          “I could not put it down.”
-          “So easy to fall in love with her characters.”
-          “As someone who was a loner and bullied in school, I could easily relate to Vivienne and I experienced her emotions with her remembering my own past.”
-          “It made me feel like they were right here telling me their story.”
-          “Best [book] so far.”
-          “What a page turner!”

About the Author:



Author Bio:
I'm just a small town girl with a heart for the country life. I'm very shy and pretty much a loner, but my writing helps me be more outgoing and talk to various people that I would otherwise have a hard time approaching. I don't write for the money or the fame, but rather to tell a story that needs to be told; whether that is my story or a character's story. As a lot of people know, from my various interviews, I started writing to express my anger and hurt over the bullying that I experienced in High School, but eventually I just realized that I loved to tell stories. I was born in Texas, grew up and still live in Upstate New York, and want to retire in Ireland.







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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Tyler's Story ~ Cover Makeover Reveal!

Synopsis
It’s been five years since his twin brother Trent was killed and Tyler has been on his own ever since. When he stumbles across Heidi, a human from the other world who’s just crossed over, he vows to get her home against his better judgment. What he doesn’t realize is that to keep his promise, he’ll have to risk his life and the one thing he’s managed to keep to himself since the war… his heart. Still, a promise is a promise and Tyler doesn’t break his. After facing human rogues, packs of Majs, and Zerpanays, he’ll have to decide… can he bear to let go of the one thing that’s managed to bring him back to life?

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From the book:

“Hello, camp!”
John and Tyler stood, Tyler’s arm pushing Heidi behind them.  He felt her hand on the small of his back.
Five men walked towards them.
“Good day,” stated Tyler.
The blond man in the lead nodded.  “Indeed it is.”
“Is there something we can help you with?”  John frowned as the man nodded again.
“We heard a woman.  Where is she?”
Tyler stiffened.  “Why do you want to know?”
“We’re rogue hunters.  Our job is to find the humans and bring them to our captain.”
Heidi’s hand tightened around a handful of his tunic.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about her.  She’s with us.”
“But she’s human?”
There was no point in lying, really.  All they had to do was look.  “She is.”
“Then she comes with us.”
Tyler growled.  “No.  She doesn’t.”
“She won’t be harmed.”
“Like hell she won’t.”  Tyler’s hand moved to the hilt of his dagger.  “She just crossed over.  She had nothing to do with Braw or his idiotic plan.”
“But if she gets caught up with a pack of rogues…”
“She’s with us.”
The blond man opened his mouth and Tyler growled.
“You’re not listening to me.  She’s with me.  I found her; she’s mine.”
Heidi caught a glimpse of the blond man from between her protectors’ shoulders.  She was shocked at how pale he looked.  His eyes never left Tyler’s.  Even the few of his comrades she could see looked uneasy.
“You’re not taking her.”  Though Tyler’s voice didn’t sound any louder than it had previously, the tone of it made it very obvious that he meant every word he had just uttered.
“You’d fight a pack of your own kind to keep a human girl?”  One of the men at the back shook his head incredulously.  
“I don’t care what she is.  She hasn’t done anything wrong.”  Tyler’s hand was still over his dagger.  John’s pose was almost identical to his.
The blond man’s hand moved his blade as well.  “Orders are orders.”
“Try not to kill any of them.”  Tyler’s voice was only loud enough for John and Heidi to hear.  “We don’t need the whole pack after us after this.”  John nodded.
Tyler’s free hand moved back so that it touched Heidi’s arm.  “Heidi, I’m going to boost you up a tree.  Get up high.  If anyone tries to reach you, cut them.”  He felt her shaking behind him.
John glanced at Heidi then gestured to her with his head before returning his gaze toward the small pack in front of them.  Tyler turned, trusting John to warn him if any of the men came forward while he wasn’t looking.  His eyes met Heidi’s and he smiled reassuringly.  Her grey green eyes were saucers in her head, her skin a strange pale shade of green as she shook with fear.  He cupped her face in his hands.
“Heidi.”  He bent and kissed her forehead softly.  “Just get up in the tree.  I won’t let them take you.”
She took a long shuddering breath and gazed into his deep brown eyes.  The hard look in them softened slightly and Tyler ran his thumb over her cheek.  Could she trust this man?  She’d only known him a day.  Of course, he’d never shown any indication that he might be a danger to her.
“Heidi, trust me.”
She inhaled once more and nodded.  Her heart jumped into her chest at the growl that exploded from John’s throat.  Tyler grabbed her by the waist, threw her toward the lowest branch on the tree and ducked under her so she was standing on his shoulders.  She lost her balance as he moved sideways.  His left hand caught her ankle to steady her.  She looked down and caught a glimpse of one of the other men stabbing his dagger toward Tyler’s chest.  He managed to deflect the blow with his own dagger but hissed as the other’s blade slid across his side.  Without letting go of her leg, he kicked forward and she heard the dark haired man’s breath leave his body in a huff.  Tyler turned and placed his hands under her feet, pushing her into the branches.
“Climb!”
The tone of his voice left no room for argument.  Heidi scrambled as high as she could and glanced down.  She fought the urge to scream as the dark haired man lunged at Tyler.  Her self-appointed guardian knocked the man’s dagger to the side.  Tyler’s elbow connected with the man’s nose, quickly followed by his knee as Tyler brought his opponent’s face down to meet it.  The Maj dropped to the ground and Tyler turned his attention to the blond man who had been leading the pack.  Heidi looked around for John and found him backing away from two well-built men who had obviously seen more meals in the past little while than he had.  She caught her breath as he pulled his dagger and threw it with such speed she wasn’t sure he had until one of the men advancing screamed in pain.  He fell to his knee, his hands grabbing at the hilt of the dagger that had impaled itself in his foot and pinned him to the ground.  John pulled a knife from the side up his boot and aimed it at the second man’s chest.  The latter paused, looked up at the tree, and shook his head in disgust as he held up his hands in surrender.  
Heidi let out the breath she’d been holding.  Obviously, one lone human girl wasn’t worth dying over.  She turned her attention back to Tyler.
“Tyler! Behind you!”
The last man in the pack had been sneaking around while Tyler had been focused on blocking punches and kicks from the blond man.  Tyler turned so he could keep an eye on both of them.
“Come on, now.  She can’t be worth this,” mumbled the blond man.
“If that’s your take on it, you’re more than welcome to walk away.”  Both of them had a black eye.  Tyler’s cheek was starting to turn blue and the blonde’s lip was bleeding.  Tyler glanced to the second man, a shorter, stockier red head who was staring at him with confusion.  “What are you looking at, then?”
The red head shook his head.  “I’m sure I know you.”
Tyler frowned.  “No, I don’t think so.”
“By the moons, Jim, could we cut the small talk?”
Jim put his dagger back in its scabbard at his side.  “Luke.”
Tyler blinked.  “That’s my father’s name.”
Jim smiled.  “You look just like him.  You’re one of the twins, yeah?”
Tyler nodded but refused to drop his guard.  “Tyler.”
Jim turned to his pack mate.  “You’re on your own, Chris.  I owe his father my life.”
“Chris?”
Everyone’s attention turned to the man John was keeping in the sights of his knife.  He shrugged, obviously flustered.  Chris’ eyes widened at the sight of John’s second opponent sitting a still as possible, his foot still skewered to the ground.  His groans of pain were loud in the sudden quiet of the campsite.  All eyes were on Chris.  He ran a hand through his hair and swore under his breath.
“Why don’t we just put the blades away and get that dagger out of your man’s foot?”  Tyler relaxed, though Heidi was sure his guard was still up.
“You won’t try anything?”  Chris looked at Tyler.
“The last I checked, you had us outnumbered.”
Chris raised an eyebrow at him and looked around.  Tyler grinned, though the smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes.  The first man he’d managed to knock out moaned and clutched his head.
“Did we get her?”
Chris growled.  “No, we didn’t get her.”  He put his dagger away.  “Get up, Brad.”
Brad sat up and squinted open one eye to look around.  His gaze fell on the man with the dagger in his foot.  “Bloody hell, did more of them show up?”
“No.”  Jim smiled.  “Brad, do you recall Luke of Howel?”
Brad frowned.  “Was that the one with the pretty mate named Mel?  She nursed you back to health, yeah?”
Jim nodded and Brad turned his attention back to Tyler.  “I should have recognized you.  You look the mirror image of your father at your age.  You move like him, too.”  He grunted.  “It explains a lot, then.”
“What did I miss?”  Chris was obviously getting impatient.
“If you’d seen his father fight, you’d have thought twice about trying to take the girl.”  Brad stuck dagger in his belt.  “I’m out, Chris.  I was there the day Luke risked his life to save Jim’s and if it hadn’t been for Mel, he wouldn’t be standing here now.”
Tyler looked up and gestured to Heidi to come down.  Jim and Brad went to tend to their friend.  His scream of pain as they pulled the dagger from his foot startled her and she slipped from the last branch on the tree.  Tyler steadied her as she landed.
“You’re bleeding!”
Tyler glanced down at Heidi’s hand, which was red with blood.  He lifted the hem of his tunic to reveal the cut along his side.
“It’s fine.  It’s barely bleeding.”  He smiled reassuringly at her.  John looked over to them from where he was apologizing to the man he’d stabbed in the foot.  Tyler went to his packs and found the herbs he knew would dull the pain and quicken the healing for the man’s foot.  He walked over and handed them to Jim.
“This should help.”
Jim nodded and went to work bandaging the foot.  “You’ve even got the same character as your father,” he said without looking up.
“How’s that?”
“The day he saved my life, my pack had come upon three cats in the Blue Woods.  I managed to end up under a lion.  Luke had been in the area and heard the fighting.  He got the lion off of me, but kept the others from killing it afterwards.  Its pack had run off and when it shifted back, we all noticed the man had a cut along his side.  You dad tossed him a sack of herbs and told him to leave.  That’s when your mother came out of the woods and they proceeded to take care of me.”
Tyler smiled.  “Your pack just let the man leave?”
Brad grinned.  “We were all too shocked by your father’s gesture to do much of anything.”
Tyler excused himself as he looked around for Heidi and found her leaning back against the tree she’d been in, her arms wrapped around herself.
“Are you alright?”
Heidi shook her head and let him pull her in a hug.  He rested his chin on her head and rubbed her back.
“It’s all fine, now.  They won’t try to take you.  You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
She shook her head again.
“This is just a lot to take in?”
She nodded.  Tyler took her hand and led her back to the fire.  He wrinkled his nose at the sight of the burnt eggs.
“I guess we’ll be eating bread after all,” he mumbled and she couldn’t help but smile.
Tyler wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and sat beside her.  He looked up as John joined them.
“It looks like your bloodlines are paying off.  They’ve decided to leave Heidi with us.”
Tyler grunted.  “She would have stayed with us regardless.”  He grinned at his friend.  “Great throw, by the way.”
John shrugged and took a piece of bread.
“Tyler, can we have a word?”  Chris motioned for him to come see him.
Tyler stopped at the feel of Heidi’s hand on his leg.  He smiled down at her.  “No worries.”
Chris waited until they were standing side by side, looking back toward the fire and Heidi.
“I’m leaving her in your charge.”
Tyler nodded.
“If she goes rogue, it won’t matter who your parents are and how well liked they might be; I’ll hold you responsible and make sure you’re held accountable.”
Tyler looked the elder Maj in the eyes.  Whatever Chris saw, he frowned.
“Alright, Chris, he’s all set.”  Jim and Brad shook Tyler’s hand.  “If you remember, try to tell your father we say hello.”
Tyler nodded.  He stood and watched until the small pack had made its way out of sight before letting himself relax and heading back to the fire.  He caught the piece of cheese John lobbed in his direction.
“We need to get out of this area.”  He frowned and looked at Heidi.  “We also need to find you some clothes.  There’s no denying what you are when you’re dressed like that.”
John nodded.  “I know a couple of sisters that live not too far from here.  Mina is about the same size as you.”  He glanced at Tyler.  “They’re cats, mind you.”
Tyler raised an eyebrow.  “They live here?”
John nodded.  “They were travelling after the war and decided they liked it down here.”
John shrugged.  “I’m not sure what your take is on them.  It’s never come up.”
“Do you want to know why my father let that lion go all those years ago?”
His friend nodded.
“It’s because he was raised by tigers.”  He grinned as John’s eyes widened into hazel saucers.  “My aunt and uncle are tigers.  I have no issues whatsoever with cats in general.  Now, would these sisters live anywhere near Growlen?”
John nodded.  “About five days out.”
Tyler smiled.  “Well, then, I think the plan is to find these sisters and head to Growlen so we can top up our supplies.  While we’re there, we’ll try to find someone who might be able to point us in the direction of a cross stone.”  He dug into his pack and found a clean dark green tunic.
Heidi took it as he handed it to her.
“Put it on and tuck it in.  It might help you blend in a bit until we can get you some clothes that fit.”  He watched as she pulled it over her head.  “The closer we get to Growlen, the more packs we have a chance of running into.  Try to stay calm and act as though you belong here.”  He smiled.
John kicked dirt over the fire to put it out before they headed off in search of the Namael sisters.


About Mireille Chester:

Wife, mother, author. That pretty much sums it up. :) I am a fantasy author who loves to spend time in made up worlds filled with magic. I am a firm believer that no hero is perfect and that all villains are burdened with a tiny shred of humanity. While I write my Adult and YA novels under the name Mireille Chester, I am now writing a middle grade series under the name M.G. Chester.

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Friday, July 11, 2014

Prismatic ~ Blog Tour


Rare glimpses of birds are the only reminder of the freedoms Rain Hawkins once had. Now segregated into a mixed-race zone within the United Zones of the Authority, under tyrannical rule of President Nicks, Rain is forced to endure the bleak conditions set upon her. The possibility of a way out arises when Rain discovers an organized resistance called The Freedom Front, and learns that she, along with many other multi-racial people, has special abilities. Determined to overcome her situation, Rain sets out on a mission with the resistance that will fill her life with wonder, romance, and the undying hope for a better world.

Could I survive a zombie apocalypse?
Guest post by Sarah Elle Emm, author of 'Prismatic'
With hits like The Walking Dead on the rise and the worldwide attention and growing fan base they’re receiving, I often find myself wondering, do I have what it takes to survive a zombie apocalypse? Or what about one of these dystopian novels dominating the charts? Could I survive The Hunger Games? Would I even make it through training?
Let’s be clear, I’ve thought about this long and hard, even discussed it with a good friend or two, and the results are in…no. No, I am not cut out for a dystopian future, an apocalypse of any kind, and I wouldn’t last a day of training with Tris in Divergent. But reading and writing in the genre is another story.
Often times, people at book festivals approach my table, their eyes dart to my banner, and then back to me. “What is dystopian fiction?” they ask. Don’t get me wrong, lots of people are familiar with the genre. It’s been around for a long time. Once I paint them a brief picture of what dystopian fiction is, some even ask, why I would want to write in that genre. A sixth grade girl asked me at a conference I attended recently, “Why can’t there be any stories in the future that are just normal and happy?” Her question threw me off guard for a moment. I mean, she had a point. But a dystopian can’t be a dystopian if there isn’t an upside down world for the story to be set in. I pointed out that some fiction portrays the future to be quite ordinary and happy, but to find these stories, you obviously have to look outside of dystopian literature. (I know, for example, that Nora Roberts has written romances that take place in a seemingly happy future...) But dystopian worlds need something majorly undesirable about them.
Later on her question lingered in my mind. Furthermore, it got me thinking about all of the people who’ve asked me about why I’m writing in this genre over the past few years. My first published novel, after all, was a chick lit novel. It took place in modern day Atlanta during the planning of a wedding. You can’t get much lighter than that, can you? My young adult series takes place in a futuristic dystopian world, where people are segregated into walled cities based on the color of their skin. It’s about as undesirable a place to live as you can imagine.
So why am I into dystopian fiction? Is something wrong with me? Maybe my parents dropped me on my head when I was a baby. Suddenly, it hit me. My parents! That’s it. They aren’t your typical parents. And I think they helped mold me into the abnormal, dystopian apocalyptic loving reader that I am today. If it’s sci-fi, fantasy, dystopian, or apocalyptic, sign me up. I love movies, books, and now writing in the genre myself. And my theory is that it all goes back to Mom and Dad…
Many times, I’ve affectionately referred to them as Rambo and G.I. Jacque. They earned the nicknames, believe me. From forcing me to jump in the choppy, current filled brown water of the river when I was five and learning how to ski, to taking me white water rafting at age ten, making me learn how to buddy breathe underwater in a lake, to taking us on an boat with no power or running water in the middle of a lake every summer for weeks on end, they have a keen sense of adventure. Growing up, they liked to talk about conspiracy theories and ‘what if’ scenarios. We’d be gathered around the dinner table, and Mom and Dad wouldn’t enquire about our day at school like I imagined other families did. They’d jump into discussions about which one of the kids, me, my brother, or sister, they would take if they could only pick one kid to be stranded with on a deserted island. Hello, Mom and Dad? Really? Yes, really.
My brother, Sam, always got picked because he has a certain MacGyver quality, and they were sure he’d be useful on an island. He’d probably figure out how to build a shelter out of sand and find food and build a water purification system out of tree branches with his bare hands. And my sister, Coleen? Well, she denies that they ever chose her, but trust me, they did. She has a built in GPS system, one of the original models, and can navigate her way anywhere.   Mom always used to say, you could drop Coleen off anywhere on the globe, where she didn’t speak a word of the language, or have a clue where she was, and within minutes, she’d have the situation handled, be headed back to civilization, and on her way home, unscathed by the experience. And then there was me…
Why did they pick me for Survival Island? Who wanted to get stranded with Sarah on an island? Oh, that’s right. Neither one of them. Mom and Dad always picked Sam or Coleen. Never sweet, little Sarah. Oh, how injured I’ve been all these years.
When our family would gather around for movie night, every Sunday night, we’d watch movies like Night of the Living Dead, The Blob, The Terminator, Dune, Star Wars, and Rambo. Mom may have said Dad picked out the movies, but she’s not altogether innocent either. Years ago, I found out Mom read Stephen King the entire time she was pregnant with me. Now, I’m not a scientist or doctor or anything, and I’m not saying she’s personally responsible for the explicit nightmares I still experience today, wink, wink, but while majority says you should listen to classical music while your little one is baking in the womb, my mom was reading The Stand. Uh huh. But forget the majority. At least that’s what GI Jacque and Rambo would say…
What’s the quickest exit out of this room, Sarah? What could you turn into a weapon in here if the bad guys were coming for you? How are you going to survive the apocalypse, Sarah? Are you ready for the revolution? These are the questions that have haunted me my entire life. These are the questions that have molded me into the paranoid, but dystopian loving woman that I am today. Yes, I love Game of Thrones, and I look outside my window to check for dragons on occasion. Yes, I love The Walking Dead, and I periodically check for zombies in my driveway and hall closets…
My husband thinks I have a problem. I won’t disagree. To be honest, I probably couldn’t survive the dystopian world I’ve created in Prismatic and the Harmony Run Series, but please don’t tell Rambo and GI Jacque that. Since, I’m not sure when the apocalypse is coming, and I’m still not sure how I’m going to handle it, in the meantime I’ll humbly thank Mom and Dad for messing with my head.
I’ll keep on writing dystopian fiction, I’ll continue to check my driveway for zombies, and I’ll leave you with these thoughts… What about you? Are you ready for the zombie apocalypse?

About the author:

Sarah Elle Emm is the author of the HARMONY RUN SERIES, a young-adult fantasy and dystopian series, released in May 2012 by Winter Goose Publishing. (PRISMATIC, May 2012, OPALESCENT, February 2013, CHATOYANT set for release August 2014, NACREOUS release TBD) Her debut fiction novel, MARRYING MISSY, an Amazon Best Seller in marriage, was published by Bird Brain Publishing in October 2011. Sarah is a graduate of The University of Evansville, she has lived and worked in Mexico, Germany, England, the U.S. Virgin Islands, and has traveled extensively beyond. Her love of journal writing, travel, and multicultural experience have all influenced her novels. Sarah lives in Naples, Florida with her family. When she’s not walking the plank of her daughters’ imaginary pirate ship or snapping photos of Southwest Florida scenery, she is writing.


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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Divulgence ~ Blog Tour


Title: Divulgence (Angels & Demons ~ Book 2)
Author: Tich Brewster
Genre: YA, Paranormal
Publisher: Pennedit
Cover Artist: Sprinkles on Top Studios
Photographer: K Keeton Designs
Models: Eric Zeke Madden and Jaclyn Rutland
Release Date: 7/1/14

Armageddon is coming…

Hannah is a Devada, a special breed created to kill Satan’s chosen four ~ his Kings of hell.

Hannah is on the hunt for the demons responsible for the death of her parents.  Their gruesome bodies still haunt her dreams.  Will these nightmares ever end?  Will she get to know peace once more?

When Raum was sent to Oklahoma to help a young girl transform into a Devada he knew there was something different about her.  She wasn’t like any other Devada he’d known.  When secrets are revealed he is surprised at how special Hannah truly is.


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They rode through town and Hannah was saddened by the empty lot where her house once stood.  Memories of that horrid night flooded her thoughts turning her sadness into rage.  As they passed the high school her eyes landed on the spot where Chris used to park.  Someone else had parked there but knowing that Chris would never park his truck there again set her blood to boiling.
Raum felt her tense.  He knew those emotions well.  He experienced several deaths of loved ones throughout his many years on this earth.  That was just the price you paid for serving a higher purpose.  Being immortal was both a blessing and a curse all rolled into one big package.
They neared the edge of town.  “Hold on tight,” he yelled above the roar of the engine.  She squeezed her arms tight around his waist.
When he was sure that she was secure, he sped off down the highway.  The cool breeze hitting her body soothed her temper.  She inhaled deeply the air that leaked into her helmet and focused on Raum.  He was her rock, the one thing she could count on in this messed up world.
She let the highway fade away as she concentrated on her boyfriend.  The muscles in his stomach flexed ever so slightly as he maneuvered his bike along the twists and turns of the old road.  Using her index finger, she traced the outline of his abs.




Tich is an Oklahoma resident and the mother of five.  Her passion for reading started at an early age when her Aunt Vicky gave her the novel Heidi for Christmas.  She didn’t start writing until middle school, after being inspired by her best friend’s short stories. “Genny’s stories weren’t just great but they inspired me to put my pen and paper to good use.”  Tich never thought of publishing her works until working with Teresa on the Royal Blood series.



 
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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Divulgence ~ Release Day Blitz


Title: Divulgence (Angels & Demons ~ Book 2)
Author: Tich Brewster
Genre: YA, Paranormal
Publisher: Pennedit
Cover Artist: Sprinkles on Top Studios
Photographer: K Keeton Designs
Models: Eric Zeke Madden and Jaclyn Rutland
Release Date: 7/1/14


Armageddon is coming…

Hannah is a Devada, a special breed created to kill Satan’s chosen four ~ his Kings of hell.

Hannah is on the hunt for the demons responsible for the death of her parents.  Their gruesome bodies still haunt her dreams.  Will these nightmares ever end?  Will she get to know peace once more?

When Raum was sent to Oklahoma to help a young girl transform into a Devada he knew there was something different about her.  She wasn’t like any other Devada he’d known.  When secrets are revealed he is surprised at how special Hannah truly is.



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     Hannah had been on the hunt since that weird phone call she had from her father, her very dead father. If by some miracle her father was alive, which was unlikely considering she saw his mutilated body, she would find him and make sure those demons paid for everything they’ve done.

   Every day she replayed that phone call over and over in her mind. “Hannah. Help me,” her father whispered through the phone before the line went dead. Was it really her father? It had to be, it sounded just like him.

     Hannah let out a warrior cry as she kicked her opponent in the chest, knocking him off of his feet.

   Josh took a minute to catch his breath. He didn’t waste time though because Hannah was always quick to strike. He watched her brows furrow and wondered what had stolen her attention. Whatever it was, it gave him the perfect opportunity to fight back. He stood, brushed the dirt from his pants, and slowly reached for the dagger sheathed in his thigh holster.

  Hannah shook her head. Those thoughts, wondering what actually happened to her father, only fueled her anger. Rage boiled under her skin. If she had the privilege of meeting every demon involved with her parent’s death, she’d take pleasure in torturing them to their own death.

   She was deep in her thoughts and took her focus off of Josh for just a moment. That was a big mistake. Rule number one, never lose your focus. He gripped the dagger’s handle and threw it at her.

    The blade reflected the sun, shining a stream of light right into her eyes. She gasped. How did she not see this coming? The blade was now less than a second away from slicing her cheek wide open.

    Josh cringed. There was no way she’d be able to move out of harm’s way.

  Hannah’s eyes widened. The last thing she wanted was a gaping wound on her face. Truth be told, she was still a wimp when it came to pain. “No,” she screamed, bracing for the impact.

   Her eyes were closed tight in anticipation of what was to come but the pain never came. She waited another few seconds before cracking open an eye.

   Just a breath away from the bottom of her left eye was the tip of the blade on Josh’s dagger. She backed away quickly and stood in shock at the sight before her.

    The dagger was suspended in the air, frozen in time.

  “What the…how did you…what was that?” Raum stood behind Hannah with a look of disbelief on his face.

    Josh’s eyes lit up. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”

    “I thought for sure that stupid blade was going to stab me.” Hannah felt her face where the dagger would have hit her. She still had no idea what she’d done. Glancing back at the suspended dagger, she touched it.

   It didn’t move. Just like a statue, the dagger was firm in place. How is that possible? She wondered how she could do such a thing. Yes a Devada could do many things with magic but never had any of them frozen something in time, which is exactly what she’d done to the weapon.

    Raum walked up to the weapon and cautiously waved his hand in front of the blade. “Interesting.” He gripped the handle and gave it a slight tug. He furrowed his brows when it didn’t budge. Using his strength, he gave it another try. Nothing. “No way, how cool is that? It’s like time is standing still but only right where the dagger is.”

   Josh examined it with a smile on his face. “I have no idea what you did but this is freakin’ awesome.” He tried to retrieve his weapon but no amount of strength he used made a difference. “Huh, that’s just amazing.”

   Raum sipped his coffee. “This is great. It will definitely come in handy.” He kissed the top of Hannah’s head. “One question though. How do we get that weapon back?”

    Hannah opened her mouth to speak but closed it. She looked at Raum with an unsure expression on her face. “I have no idea.” She pointed at Josh’s weapon. “I don’t even know how the heck I did that.”

   She made a slow circle around the object. Since becoming a Devada she had done things that no other of her kind had been able to do. She had teleported, become invisible, and guided Josh’s soul back from hell. With each of those abilities, all she did was wish for it to happen and it did.

    Raum gently pinched her chin, tilting her head until their eyes locked. “You can do this. Look at all of the things you’ve been able to accomplish thus far. Just concentrate on that dagger. Visualize it falling to the ground.”

   She closed her eyes and did just that. She imagined releasing the weapon. When she felt the power flowing through her she opened her eyes. She raised her hand, aiming it at the weapon and then waved it toward the ground.

   It fell with a thud. Josh looked down in stunned silence. A moment later he picked it up and sheathed it. “I’m amazed at the fact that you can learn such things without being taught.”

   “My girl’s a special girl, the best there ever was.” Raum threw his arm around her and hugged her close.

    “That she is.” Josh nodded toward the house. “I’ve got some errands to run,” he pointed at her, “and you need to think about going back to school.”

 “School, really? We’re preparing for Armageddon and you’re worried about my education?” She took Raum’s coffee cup from his hand and sipped the delicious java. “I’m pretty sure that I will not be needing grammar and calculus to destroy a demon.”

     Raum snorted. “Yeah, I’m almost positive that demons could care less about whether or not she speaks correct English or knows the square root of pi.” He kissed her cheek. “Come on, I’ll make breakfast.”



Tich is an Oklahoma resident and the mother of five.  Her passion for reading started at an early age when her Aunt Vicky gave her the novel Heidi for Christmas.  She didn’t start writing until middle school, after being inspired by her best friend’s short stories. “Genny’s stories weren’t just great but they inspired me to put my pen and paper to good use.”  Tich never thought of publishing her works until working with Teresa on the Royal Blood series.


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