Series Tagline: Kendra sees ghosts, and then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two friends and FBI agent Derek Knight form a team that fights for the victims of heinous, supernatural crimes.
Book Tagline: The FBI-VCU-SI team deals with the ultimate test of good vs. evil when the powerful, evil entity Chaos joins forces with the dark side.
Book Description:
Kendra Sparks’ vacation gets cut short when Sassy Blaze, the captured voodoo priestess of the dark arts, hangs herself in prison, and a string of curious deaths follows.
Attempting to stop Sassy costs lives, relationships, and creates unexpected complications, especially for Derek and Kendra.
Who will defeat the voodoo, dark witch when she can possess whoever she wants?
The FBI-VCU-SI team must deal with the ultimate test of good vs. evil and it’s not looking promising, especially when the powerful, evil entity Chaos joins forces with the dark side.
About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories but loves penning a good page-turning paranormal or supernatural suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She writes Adult and NA paranormal, supernatural, suspense romance novels.
For a current listing of her book links, check her author or publisher homepage below. She’s listed as: Davis, S. Peters
I got to start with the classics, I started watching Buffy the Vampire slayer when I was a kid and so I have to go with Angel being one of my top ten followed by Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries I do not know why, I think it is the bad boy vibes and the willing to do anything for his love. Now if you have not read the series House of Night you will not understand my obsession with Zoey Redbird I enjoyed the whole series but her character development was on point. Now sorry to use two characters from one series but Bonnie Bennett the beautiful witch and friend she is always catches my attention from the Vampire Diaries she always puts her friends first and I can relate to that!
I guess I should also mention I am more of a Jacob fan when it comes to Twilight, he is more relatable to me.Okay one last one, Dean Winchester from Supernatural now I know they hunt supernatural creatures but how can you not adore him his smolder and his caring of his younger brother and his bad a** ability to hunt.
Seriously though, if you are into fantasy books in my opinion I would read the Hush Hush saga by Becca Fitzpatrick and the Lux series by Jennifer Armentrout.
Not to mention the book by Scott Speer Immortal city I could not put it away! I do not want to give away to much about these books story lines but they are all great books and series and I enjoyed reading them I felt transported! And my favorite show that involves witches has to be Charmed both the original and the new one, the two are different but still similar and honestly I binge watch both of them when I get in the mood!
Hidden Lake: The Prophecy
Denise Howard
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Northern Amour Writing
Date of Publication: 18 March 2022
ASIN: B09CRN5YYC
Number of pages: 195
Word Count: 50,383
Cover Artist: Northern Amour Writing
Tagline: What can go wrong in the hands of a newly founded teenage witch?
Book Description:
Enter a world as new to you as it is to teenager Gracie Willton. On her 17th Birthday she learns about a secret her mother has been keeping from her. Gracie comes from a long blood line of powerful witches. Not only is Gracie a witch she is also considered the prophecy.
Join Gracie on her journey as she learns the depths of her powers and how to control them. See how the prophecy unfolds and the bounds of the supernatural world are affected.
However, as a 17 year old girl you still need to be concerned about high school grades and cute boys right?
Denise lives with her partner and their four legged fur babies. She loves small town living and visiting the big city lights. When she isn’t writing or indulging in reading the next book on her endless bucket list, she enjoys nature and binge watching TV shows.
Denise has a college diploma in Intra-Oral Dental Assisting and in Business. She is currently enrolled in Laurentian University working on her undergraduate. On top of that she works full time within the Government sector. She is an advocate for equality and hopes one day to become a bestselling author.
I’ve been here on the Planet Eyon for about a year now. There was a bit of a culture shock at
first, but the longer I’ve been here the more I’ve come to realize how similar our two worlds are, albeit at different points of time. I could have just as easily fallen through time and ended up in medieval Europe, which I guess makes sense since it was medieval Earthlings who colonized this planet. There are different animals here, different vegetation, and different landscapes; but the biggest reminder that I’m in a different world is the Artaic races, whom I encounter every single day.
There’s conflicting opinions on where the Artaic’s come from. The people who follow the Avatel Faith believe that the gods created them. The Frelgothlings on the other hand, believe that they were the natural inhabitants of this land. It doesn’t really matter where they come from, if you ask me. They deserve a place in this world alongside humans.
My First encounter with someone of the Artaic races was my handmaiden Osk. She is known as a Skjart. I was told that in the Tharian language it means Wolf-Human. The Avatals said that the gods combined a human with a wolf and made two separate species; Skjarts which took on more human characteristics, and the Skarajor which took on more wolf characteristics. I haven’t encountered the Skarajor yet, thank God. Apparently, they are beastly creatures that only live beyond the Symvian range.
The Skjarts on the other hand are so incredibly unique and fit in perfectly with human society. They are very tall compared to humans, especially the humans here who average about 5’5”. Female Skjartsaverage about 6 feet tall and the males about 6 and a half. That’s just average though… I’ve seen Skjarts well over seven feet tall. They have tall wolf-like ears, and sharp canine teeth on both the top and bottom. Their jaws, though very similar to humans, protrude slightly outward, slightly snout-like but not very noticeable at first. The proportion of their fingers in comparison to their hands is longer than that of a human, and their nails are hard and claw-like. Their skin either lacks pigmentation entirely, making them resemble human albinos; or they have very dark brown skin. The skin tones don’t mix well though, or at least not like humans. If a white human and a black human reproduce their offspring would likely be a blend of their parents' complexion. Skjarts on the other hand end up splotchy looking.
Avatels believe they should not mix because the gods created them to be different. The Frelgothlings don''t care and will love whoever they want. This is the one thing I actually agree with the Frelgothlings on. Their spots are nothing to be ashamed of, if anything I think there's something incredibly unique and beautiful about their patterns.
The other Artaic race on Eyon is the gnarts. They are basically the opposite of the Skjarts averaging about 5'3” for the men and 4'9” for the women. The word Gnart apparently means Fish-Human in Tharian. According to the Avatels the gods combined humans with fish. Like the Skjarts, this gave them two new species; Gnarts and Gnarajor. I haven't seen a Gnarajor before since they live in the ocean. Fishermen say they are quite a problem. Sometimes they call for help from the water just so that they can pull in anyone who comes to help. I don't know how true those tales are, but I think I'll stick to the land either way. The Gnarts on the other hand are incredibly sweet people and a blessing to society. They come in different shades of green, blue, and purple. Purple is the most rare, but the noble gnart families are predominantly this color, so even though they are less common, I've met more purple Gnarts than anything. They have distinct Fin-like ears. Under their jaws are three lines that I assume were gills at one point but have been closed up saying they are now land species. Their irises are nearly twice the size of humans and have an iridescence to them. Their hands are pretty similar to humans but they have slight webbing between their fingers, almost as if that is something that is also evolving to eventually go away.
Apparently, there's another breed of Artaic that we do not have in Tharon. They're called
Dokarts. Legends say that they were once humans but the gods combined them with lizards. I hate lizards… so I hope I never have to come across these things. If I'm lucky I'll never have to since they all live North of the Symvian Range. Apparently, they have brutal tempers and so the previous Frelsarien banished them. They made a series of tunnels in the mountains and have never been seen since.
The Frelsarien: Battle of Eirbor
The Frelsarien Chronicles
Book One
Lynette Charrier
Genre: Fantasy
Date of Publication: 3/13/2022
ISBN: Hardcover- 9798985598025
ISBN Paperback- 9798985598018
ISBN Ebook- 9798985598001
ASIN: B09Q5BPV5Y
Number of pages: 445
Word Count: 102K
Cover Artist: Covers By Christian
Tagline: Cursed bloodlines; Two warring nations; Three mortals trying desperately to return to their home world
Book Description:
One hundred years of peace have shattered, and the gods have sent the most unlikely of Heroes, mortals.
On the planet Eyon, one hundred years of peace has ended after the kingdom of Elmoria invaded the neighboring kingdom of Tharon. Desperate to regain their lands and citizens, the Tharians beseech the gods to deliver Frelsarien to them-mythical prophets who, in the past, have used the power of the gods to bring peace to the land.
Meanwhile on Earth, Idun, Ayla, and Colton have no idea their bloodlines carry a curse that enslaves them to the Overseers - supernatural beings whose divine rule stretches across the universe, earning them the status of godhood. After the Overseers come to collect them, the three humans learn that they must bring peace between two warring nations, or be damned to a life on this planet with no hope of returning home.
When the three Frelsarien arrive, the Tharians are disappointed to discover that the gods sent nothing but ordinary humans. Some give up hope that they will be of any help, while others cling to faith. The Frelsarien must either find a new way to prove their worth to the overseers, or attempt to develop the powers they were promised. In the face of adversity, will they be able to rise up to the challenge?
In a gripping page-turner, author Lynette Charrier pieces together an epic tale against a backdrop of tyranny, strength and resilience. Battle of Eirbor is the first novel in the Frelsarien series, a masterpiece of epic crossworld fantasy.
Idun’s
eyes flickered open. She had been dreaming again.
A
throbbing pain pounded within her skull. She groaned and rubbed the back of her
head and felt a large welt. Her bruised fingers glided around to the right side
of her head, where she found another welt. She sighed while slowly propping
herself up and looking around. Her eyes were still hazy, but she could just
barely make out the silhouette of a woman sitting across from her. Idun rubbed
her eyes before reopening them.
“I doubt
that will help,” the woman said, just as Idun came to that very conclusion.
“You have a concussion.”
To her
surprise, Idun recognized the voice.
“Ayla?”
The
woman stood up and moved towards her, taking her seat on the bed next to Idun.
There were two of her in Idun’s eyes, but she could still make out the features
of her lifelong friend. She didn’t look like herself. Her long, curly,
brown-black hair framed a smooth face, free of acne, and unhidden by glasses.
But the most striking difference was her weight. The last time Idun saw her, she
was skin and bones and likely less than one hundred pounds. The Ayla sitting in
front of her looked… healthy.
“Jesus!
How long have I been out?” She wondered if this was still part of the dream.
“Idun!
Language,” she snapped.
Idun
chuckled and put her head back down on the pillow. “Seriously, though, how long
have I been out?”
“Almost
twenty-four hours.”
A
confused expression crossed Idun’s face, and she looked up from her pillow.
“Can’t be. Don’t take this the wrong way, but there’s no way you look like this
after just twenty-four hours. And my hair doesn’t grow this fast either,” she
said, holding up a lock of auburn hair which was now longer than the length of
her arm.
“These
are our Frelsarien bodies…” She said as if that were obvious. She waited a moment
as if to see if this triggered a memory, but it didn’t. Idun had no idea what
that meant. “So, you really haven’t been briefed on this?”
“What?”
Idun picked her head off the pillow and looked up at the blur which was Ayla.
“What are you talking about?”
“Where
do you think we are?” Ayla questioned.
Idun
looked around the room, which, from what she could tell, was made completely of
stone and decorated in red. “I don’t know…”
Ayla
sighed. “What is the last thing you remember?”
“The
last thing I know for sure wasn’t a dream.” Idun had to think for a moment. “I
climbed that cliff just outside of town.” She rubbed the back of her head
again. “I must have hit my head when I fell, though. I had this weird
hallucination about being chased by the grim reaper.”
Ayla
stood up to pour Idun a glass of water, then walked back and placed it in her
hand. “Idun… that wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t the grim reaper, though,”
She said, with a laugh.
Idun
brought the cup to her lips but stopped, giving Ayla a confused yet doubtful
glance. She opened her mouth to ask her to elaborate, but Ayla beat her to it.
“It’s
called the soul splitter. It separated our souls from our bodies on Earth and
brought them to our bodies here on Eyon.” She waited for a moment to study
Idun’s expression again; Which happened to be one of disbelief. “Does any of
that ring a bell?”
“Not
even a little one.” Idun tipped back her cup and then placed it down on the
table. “I’m actually pretty sure I’m still asleep.”
Ayla
reached over and pinched the skin on the underside of Idun’s arm.
“What
the heck!” Idun propped herself up with a jolt.
“Well,
you’re not asleep,” Ayla giggled.
Idun
scrunched her eyebrows together and massaged the back of her arm. “And you’re
not Ayla...”
About the Author:
Lynette Charrier was born in Manitoba Canada but grew up in Southern California. There she met her husband who whisked her away back to his hometown of Naples Florida. Not long after she earned her degree in interior design and quickly found a job in the field. However her true passion lies with the writing community. Ever since she was little she had been making up stories of distant worlds and far off galaxies. Now she's excited to finally share those stories with the world.
There’s something so sad about Count Orlock. The first time I ever saw the movie was in 1998 when it was released with music by Type O Negative as the soundtrack. It was haunting and heartbreaking, and in some weird way, I could feel his pain and desire along with the sound of Pete Steele’s voice. It was very impactful, and I highly recommend seeing that version of it.
9. Blade – “Blade”
He’s a man. He’s a vampire. He hunts vampires. I mean, what isn’t there to love about Blade! He’s one bad-ass dude with some major internal struggle issues.
8. Lestat de Lioncourt – “Interview with the Vampire”
In high school, I DEVOURED Anne Rice’s work. I seriously could not get enough. Lestat was that character who walked the line – you KNEW he was bad… like REALLY bad, but he was oh-so-charming, and oh-so-handsome, and oh-so-eternal lifey. Every line of dialogue from him was borderline hypnotic in the first three books, and as a young goth teenager, I would have followed his ancient ass to the depths of hell. When the movie version came out, I know a lot of people had issue with Tom Cruise as Lestat, but honestly, I actually liked his portrayal!
7. Count Dracula – “Bram Stoker’s Dracula”
Can you really have a top 10 about vampires and NOT include the archetype? If not for Stoker’s Count, we would not have all the iterations of the bloodsucker that we have today. And just for that very reason, he makes the list. Cause he’s THE COUNT. THE GUY. THE ONE. Book version, well… a tad on the tedious side, especially for me as a 12 year old thinking I was some literary connoisseur, but when Gary Oldman brought him to life in Coppola’s 1992film, I was hooked, smitten, in love (with EVERY transformation, btw)!
6. Count von Count – “Sesame Street”
It’s no secret that I’ve been a witchy kid from the womb. The very first line in my novel Witch of the Black Circle reads, “My mother says I was cursed by a witch,” and that’s not entirely fiction. I grew up on a healthy dose of horror movies, weird books, and Sesame Street, and while I liked Big Bird, had a love for Cookie Monster, and a soft spot for Snuffy, whenever The Count came on screen, I was all ears and eyes. There was an instant respect for his power – his “ah ah ahs” produced THUDER and LIGHTNING! He had a WOLF as a pet, and the bats!! All the pretty bats!!
5. Draculaura – “Monster High”
When my daughter was five years old, she discovered the toy line Monster High and all of its weird and twisted characters. As a witch-mom, I couldn’t have been more proud. I felt like I had really passed the “freak torch” to my own little monster. It opened the doorways for many discussions with my daughter about classic vs. nu-horror characters, and vampire and monster mythology and folklore. I saw how this one character, Draculaura, sparked her imagination and fantastical play. So, for giving my girl the power of her weird, Draculaura will always hold a very special place in my heart. Suck on that, Barbie!
(***disclaimer, no disrespect to the OG, B. But that’s another story for another time.***)
4. Lily Munster – “The Munsters”
I wanted so badly for Lily Munster to be my mom. I wanted so badly to be as cool as Lily when *I* became a mom. She was sexy, and beautiful, and fierce when she needed to be, but she was gentle and understanding, and FUNNY. A true family woman! Other kids looked up to Carol Brady, or Shirley Partridge, but me? Nope. It was all Lily for me. Fingers crossed that Sheri Moon Zombie does her character justice in the remake.
3. David – “The Lost Boys”
While the whole “vampire with a conscience” storyline adds depth to the overall vampire mythology (I mean, even Count Dracula had feeling), there is nothing ambiguous about David from “The Lost Boys.” Perfectly played by Kiefer Sutherland, David was all grrr, all the time. There was no misinterpreting his motives or intentions. He was power and control, and wanted to keep his pack in line. He wanted to feed. Period. The End. Unlike Lestat who was in love with himself and had luxurious taste and interests, David just. Wanted. Blood. And power. And control. Like, there’s no other way to say it. Some characters just are that evil. And there’s something very noble and respectful in that.
2./1. Angel and Spike – “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” (in no particular order)
This one was really tough for me, because I love them both for so many different reasons. When I revisit the show, I am torn between who really is the “one” for Buffy. They both have brutal pasts, and they both go through their own personal redemption arc. Angel’s broody demeanor, and Spike’s eff the world attitude (even when he became a champion) are so layered and complicated. You get a true sense that these characters have lived quite a long time and yes, they’ve seen some shit! Soul-self vs. soul-less self. Inner demon vs. inner human. Right vs. wrong… the duality of their characters is complex. And lovable. They are the love to hate/hate to love/oh my god, they’re my favorites type of characters. And hot damn, was Buffy one lucky girl to have had a piece of BOTH of that!
Witch of the Black Circle
Dawn of the Blood Witch
Book One
Maria DeVivo
Genre: Horror
Publisher: 4 Horsemen Publications
Date of Publication: March 7, 2022
ASIN: B09NB1G11Y
Number of pages: 217
Word Count: 64k
Tagline: When it comes to witchcraft, it's never just a teenage phase...
Book Description:
For as long as she can remember, high school senior Joephie Turner's mother has told her she is cursed by a witch. As she settles into her new hometown of Northport, Long Island at the height of the 1980s Satanic Panic era, Joephie is accepted into a circle of friends obsessed with the occult. Demonic messages on cassette tapes, shady youth group leaders, and passionate sexual encounters push the teen into a thrilling world that lends a deeper meaning to the proverbial mantra: "sex, drugs, and rock and roll." Until it all goes wrong.
A decade later, haunted by nightmares of cults and rituals, formidable burgeoning witch Joephie pieces her memories together in search of answers about the small group of suburban teens that meddled with dark forces. As an adult, Joephie will have to decide what, or who, she is willing to sacrifice from her past in order to claw her way back to sanity.
Inspired by true events, Witch of the Black Circle is a deliciously wicked and nostalgic journey through time where the lines of reality and the supernatural blur. Content warning: satanic rituals; sex; graphic violence; language; drug use
Dan reaches over
to his bag and pulls out his math book. In the front pouch, I notice a small
novel with a black cover. “Hey,” I say, nodding my head in the backpack’s
direction. “Whatcha reading?”
“Uh, nothing,”
he answers, shrugging his shoulders.
I put out my arms and tap my fingers together like a baby grasping at
something. “Lemme see it!”
“Nah. It’s
really nothing,” he repeats, but he’s unconvincing, and it makes my curiosity
burn a hole in my brain.
Kit’s curiosity
is piqued as well, so she stands up and moves behind the chair with the
backpack. “Now, now,” she sings. “No secrets here, Dan!” She grabs the bag from
the chair and pulls out the book. “The Satanic Bible?”
Dan quickly
shoots up from the chair, snatches the book away from her, and cradles it to
his chest as to hide the cover from us. “Shhhh…” he admonishes as he looks side
to side, assessing if my mother was in the vicinity or not.
I hold out my
hand again. “What are you reading that for?” I ask. “Give it here.”
Reluctantly, he
turns the book over to me, and I examine the cover, the spine, and the back
like an investigator studying a piece of crime-scene evidence. Only, I don’t
have on rubber gloves. I’ve known about this book. Heard about it. Knew the
story of the author, Dr. Anton LaVey, and his Church of Satan. Practically,
every youth ministry I had attended had mentioned the evil of this piece of
literature at some point in time: If you even look at the book, you can be
possessed. Being in its presence alone can have a profound effect on your
heavenly soul. Dare not open or read the pages for fear of infiltration by a
powerful demonic force. But as I actually hold the book for the first time in
my life, I feel … nothing. No fear. No wonder. No spooky taboo. I press the
book in my palms trying to feel for any ‘other-worldly’ vibrations or
indication that if I open it up I will be damned to hell. But no. Nothing. Zip.
Zilch. And more lies and deception from my past teachers come into clear view.
“Dude. It’s just a book.”
“Yeah, I know
it’s just a book,” he huffs, grabs it from me, and shoves it back into his bag.
The three of us
sit back down in silence for a few minutes.
“You okay, man?”
Kit asks, concerned.
“Yeah. Fine.”
Clearly, he’s
not.
“Where’d you get
it?” I ask.
“Why’d you get
it?” Kit emphasizes.
Dan looks behind
him and scans the kitchen again. Then, he moves his upper body slightly across
the table as if to beckon me and Kit to huddle in. We oblige him and he speaks
in a soft, hushed tone: “Thomas. This guy from my school. He got the connection
with that Ricky kid and the Knights of the Black Circle.”
“The Knights of
the Black Circle?” I ask. “What’s that?”
Dan glares at me
and holds up his arm revealing the faded black circles drawn up and down his
arm, over and over and over. I had thought they were just silly drawings borne
out of boredom, but…
“They
wanted him to read the book and know some stuff before they accepted him,” he
continues. “Thomas said he could probably get me in, too, and told me what passages
to study and shit.”
Kit’s pretty
eyes widen, and her bangs touch her eyelashes again. “He knows the Acid King?”
A sneer forms on
Dan’s lips and he nods. “Uh huh.”
“Wait,” I
protest. “What are you talking about? Who are the Knights of the Black Circle?
What’s an Acid
King?”
“The Knights…”
Dan explains, “they’re a group. Local. They do stuff. They know stuff.”
About the Author:
Maria is the Author of the Amazon bestselling and award-winning series The Coal Elf Chronicles, the YA psychological horror series The Altered Experience, and the NA Urban Fantasy series The Aestrangel Trinity. When not writing about dark fantasy and horror, she teaches Language Arts and Journalism to middle school students in Florida. A lover of all things dark and demented, she takes pleasure in warping the comfort factor in her readers’ minds. Just when you think you’ve reached a safe space in her stories, she snaps you back into her twisted reality.
Tagline: Sent away because of her feelings for a girl, she discovered a birthright of magic at her aunt’s lake house.
Book Description:
Thirteen-year-old Zinnia is about to turn fourteen when her life is flipped upside down. With her parents on the brink of a divorce, Zinnia is sent to spend the summer with her eccentric great-aunts on their lake house away from her home in Manhattan. Zinnia arrives at her aunt’s massive Victorian house, with a heavy heart.
After a recent falling out, she had with her best friend Charlotte, who betrayed her trust by showing the meanest and most popular girl in school a letter Zinnia wrote confessing her feelings for Charlotte. The aunts rely on practical magic, acceptance, and old family friends to help heal their great-niece in more ways than one.
But what no one expected that summer was for Zinnia to meet Billie, another girl who was more like Zinnia than she would have guessed.
Rebecca Henry is an American author living abroad in England. She is a devoted vegan who gardens, practices yoga, crafts, travels the world, and bakes. Rebecca’s favorite holiday is Halloween, and she is obsessed with anything and everything witchy! Besides writing fiction, Rebecca is also the author of her vegan holiday cookbook collection and green living lifestyle book. Her love for animals, baking with her family, having a plant-based diet, and cruelty-free, green lifestyle inspired her nonfiction novels. You can find all Rebecca’s books on Amazon and Goodreads.
Somebody needs to tell Donnette Smith that I’m not a happy character. I’m Jenna Langley by the way, and you wouldn’t believe the terrifying ordeals she has put me through.
In book 1, Killing Dreams, she decided to turn my clairvoyant abilities into a fight for my life. That’s right. What made her think I’d enjoy witnessing a madman strangle the life out of random women by way of out-of-body experiences?
Furthermore, what gave her the hair-brained idea that having a seriously demented serial killer stalk me would somehow be a satisfying pastime?
While you’re at it, ask her why she had to turn up the heat in book 2, Buried Alive, and stick me in a grave to rot. As if she hadn’t put me through enough.Hmph. She’d be furious if I let the cat out of the bag right now and told you how the story ends. Believe me, I’m tempted.
The only reason I won’t is that I’m grateful she gave me a second chance at love with my high school sweetheart, Cole Rainwater. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again.
I’ll confess, from the moment I laid eyes on him after ten, long years, he was even sexier than I imagined. He wasn’t a teenager any longer. He was tall with longer hair than I’d remembered. But when his grey eyes slid over me, I knew he hadn’t forgotten anything. He was pissed that I’d abandoned him, and my heart sank. And I…
Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it. Just chalk it up to another one of Donnette’s torture tactics. At least she’s got that going for her. The art of suspense and all that. Moving on. Now I get the stage. How do you like me now, Donnette?
This is my chance to tell everyone the story she couldn’t be bothered to tell you. This is the tale of me and Cole before that psycho writer lady decided to nearly kill us off. Like, who does that to decent folks anyhow?
So…me and Cole met when we were fifteen years old. I’ll never forget the expression on his face when I turned to stare at him after he purposely bumped into me while me and my best friend Barbara stood in line in front of him at the rodeo concession stand. Yeah, he was smug, alright. So sure of himself. As if nudging me from behind was somehow going to impress me. He asked for my number, and I told him to bite me.
That didn’t deter him. He kept after me the whole night. I finally gave him what he wanted to get rid of him. Okay, okay…so I thought he was a little hot. And I admit, his lopsided grin did this fluttery thing to my stomach.
The next day when he called, I reluctantly agreed to go to a party with him. It was then, on the tailgate of his truck, under a moonlit blanket of stars, that he made his move. He swept a stray curl away from my face and pulled me toward him. I knew when he kissed me, my life would never be the same.
I swear that boy had me from the first brush against my cheek. We spent the next two years together. I can only describe it as heaven. Then Donnette tore us apart when she invented that horrible thing Cole’s father had done. My parents found out and tore me away from the only boy I’d ever loved with all my heart. They took me to another state just to ensure I’d never see Cole again.
Now you know what life was like for me before Donnette threw a wrench in everything.
I shiver to think about what new disaster awaits me in book 3, The Stolen. Donnette isn’t finished writing it yet. But I hear she’s got it all plotted out. I fear what she has in store for me this time might be worse than being chased by a crazed killer, and possibly more frightening than being placed in a casket six feet under the ground. Whatever happened to a good, old-fashioned love story?
Buried Alive
Spirit Walker Series
Book Two
Donnette Smith
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: 3/14/2022
ISBN: 978-1-5092-4082-1 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-4083-8 Digital
Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 65,142
Cover Artist: Kristian Norris
Tagline: When your sixth sense speaks, believe it.
Book Description:
As a clairvoyant, Jenna Langley has foreseen her fair share of murder. But the night she is haunted by visions of a woman buried alive in a makeshift casket, nothing prepares her for the chilling reality that the victim she saw in her vision is herself.
At the same time
a sharp intake of breath filled her lungs, Jenna’s eyes snapped open. Blackness
surrounded her; panic set in instantly as soft whimpers set off a series of
echoes. It took a moment for it to sink in the sounds were her own.
Raising both
hands, her palms struck a hard object not a foot above her head. She slid her
palms over a rough surface, searching, feeling across the top and down the
sides of what felt like a wooden crate.
That embodied
her like a tomb.
She let go a
shriek, crying out in agony, “No! no! please, no!” There was no doubt she was
in the very place that stoked the deepest fear in her heart. Just the way her
vision forewarned. She was buried alive.
About the Author:
Although not a native Texan, Donnette Smith has spent more than half her life living in the Lone Star State. She is an entrepreneur and former business owner of Tailor Maid Services LLC.
After spending a few years working as a journalist for the Blue Ridge Tribune, she realized her love for writing romantic detective novels. Her stories cover a wide range of genres, from horror, time travel, mystery, fantasy, paranormal, and thriller. But one theme stays the same, there is always a detective solving a crime, and a gorgeous victim he would lay down his life to protect.
Donnette’s biggest fascination is with forensic science and crime scene investigations. Her first mystery/suspense novel, Lady Gabriella, was published in 2008. Her second novel was a horror/mystery/suspense titled Cunja and debuted in 2012.
Her latest released novel, book 1 of the Spirit Walker Series, Killing Dreams is a fantasy/romance story and became available in September of 2021. Book 2 of the Spirit Walker Series, Buried Alive, is soon to be released on March 14, 2022.
