Spotlight on Gabby: Angel of Death by Greg Sandora

Today's Author Spotlight is on Greg Sandora, he is touring with his book 'Gabby: Angel of God'.  Below you can find out a little about Greg, and also about his book, along with where you can purchase your very own copy of Gabby: Angel of God

About Greg Sandora

I'm originally from the Portland, Maine area and lived and worked there for years before moving to Southwest Florida.

My first book, Jack Canon's American Destiny: He's All In, is a Presidential Thriller, or some might say White House Mystery Thriller, packed with action and adventure.

I just completed the sequel to Jack Canon's American Destiny - which is titled Jack Canon's Women of the House: Love, Lust and Loyalty (A story of Kindness, Passion and Courage that can't be separated. It's has all of the same components of the first but leans toward a Presidential Romance, or White House Romance Thriller.

The sequel is just as action packed, but with a bit more spice than the first, some would say it's very sensual. Anyway both are available on Amazon now.

My stories are full of adventures, thrills, and romance, are fast paced and even have some hilarious moments.

The Jack Canon series will eventually be about 7 books, book three is tentatively titled, Jack Canon's Ghost Operative, it's a Presidential Agent Thriller and deals heavily in the shady dealings of the CIA, Global Terrorism, and the do-what-ever it takes spy mentality. Anyway the attitude of President Jack Canon is to make things right, No matter what!

My hope is to have people read the stories and let me know their thoughts. My dream is to write full time and return to beautiful Maine in the Summertime while spending winters in Florida. I probably share that goal with a lot of people.

My Dad and Mom were artists, my father painted and my mother wrote poetry and loved to garden.

Most Saturdays we loaded up the 1970 Chevy Impala to trek to a one man show somewhere or other. I took a different track graduating with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently a professional manager I am living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.

What is Gabby: Angel of God all about?

Gabby, Angel of God is a Supernatural Romance Thriller that feels like falling in love!

The story starts out with a young widower, Bo, raising two small children and the three heartbeats that will change his life. Ride along as stunningly beautiful Gabby, takes this human man on the no-holds barred adventure of a lifetime!

If you've ever lost a loved one this story is for you!

A story of Peace, Love, Hope, Charity and the strength of Faith, you'll love Gabby, Angel of God.

Gabby, is gorgeous, powerful, and able to take on forces that would make the most powerful armies turn and run for their lives. You'll be addicted in no time!

Pure Fun...an Adrenaline Rush!

Just when a young man feels he has lost everything he meets an angel and finds out that his life is just beginning. Gabby is an angel of God who shows him that life is always full of surprises, adventures and a lot more meaning than we can easily fathom. She shows Bo how to help others, be open to love again and find the hidden strength that lies within all of us. It is a story with heart and hope that will take you on an adventure of faith with one amazing angel.

Gabby, Angel of God will take you on one heck of a ride!

Gabby, Angel of God is a Supernatural Romance Thriller, it involves an angel, Gabby, short for Gabriella - Basically, a man during a visit to Bar Harbor, Maine encounters a beautiful angel named Gabby; quite accidentally, he is told - she wasn't supposed to make him aware of her existence. His purity of spirit, kindness and capacity for love has revealed her to him. Naturally he falls hopelessly in love with the beautiful creature, as humans can not resist angels. The book is titled Gabby, Angel of God, Guardian and Messenger (Keeper of the Peace, Love, Hope, Charity and Faith. She's quite something and they go on a quick but exciting adventure helping people in trouble. Gabby fits nicely in the Supernatural, Romantic Thriller, Paranormal and Time Travel genres.

Think Angel Encounter, Angel Romance Thriller, or Angel Adventure.

Gabby, Angel of God would fit into any of the following categories:

Angel Books Books About Angels Angel Romance Supernatural Thriller Romantic Thriller Book About Angels Angel Encounters Romance Novel Angels Everywhere Paranormal Romance

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Where Can you Find Greg Sandora?

Website  |  Facebook  |   Facebook Page  |  Twitter  |  Pinterest  |  Google+  |  GoodreadS  |   Amazon Author Page

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Purchase Links

Amazon  |  Amazon UK  |  Amazon Canada  |   Amazon Germany  |  Amazon Australia

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Guest Post: Russell James, Author of Dark Vengeance

Chapter One

The fire left little of Galaxy Farm.

Only the old barn still stood. The glass in the central cupola reflected the moonlight like some low-output lighthouse. Three deaths had occurred in there: the sheriff, the crazy writer and Vern Pugh. Stories of barn hauntings already circulated throughout the nearby small town of Moultrie, Tennessee. Even before the fire took the main house, the triple homicide had sparked stories of the barn being haunted. Everyone in the nearby small town of Moultrie, Tennessee, accepted the tales as fact.

Later, the foreboding barn would no doubt be where the kids would go. Middle school boys on a dare. High school teens on a date. The only structure left on the fifteen acres would draw them all.

But the willowy woman who moved through the night didn’t give the barn a thought. She trudged up the long gravel drive to the ruins of the once-proud home. Three of the walls on the first floor still stood. Their ragged, burned edges were all that hinted an upper story had existed. That second story, and all that had been above it, now lay in a charred heap in the house’s open interior. Twenty-four hours after the blaze, the remains were cool, but the humid air was still redolent with the conflagration’s acrid smell.

The woman crossed the remnants of the front porch. The boards creaked with each hesitant step. There was no telling how badly the fire had damaged the joists below. Her research confirmed that the house had no basement, but even a short fall through to the foundation could break a bone.

Her long, open black duster flicked the edge of the gaping front doorway as she entered the house’s dead shell. Mounds of shadowy remains covered the floor. Jagged, broken rafters jutted from the pile like limbs of the dead in rigor mortis. Now shielded from the prying eyes driving along nearby US 41, she flicked on a penlight.

She played the bright, narrow beam across the wreckage. The legacy of the long-dead previous owner, Mabron Hutchington, would still be here somewhere. None of his supernatural works ever left the house after his death, not when his brother owned it afterwards, not when his nephew Vern inherited it and certainly not when Doug and Laura Locke had moved in last year. A tiny rural-Tennessee town like Moultrie would know.

Mabron had practiced his brand of dark magic here for years. It was Egyptian-tinged, but parallel to her own, tapping the same great sources of natural power.

She pulled aside a blackened board. Yellow eyes and a set of bared white canines flashed in the penlight’s beam. Her heart skipped a beat and she stumbled backwards against a wall.

The teeth did not move. She panned the light around them and lit a wolf’s head, long dead, taxidermied for eternal preservation. But the fire had seared away its hide and left just a blackened, clay-infused skull, two marble eyes and the menacing teeth.

She smiled at the welcome sign, a part of Mabron’s extensive collection of magic-infused taxidermy. When the house went up in flames the night before, Mabron’s possessed possessions had indeed still been here.

She moved the penlight to her mouth to free up her hands. Tossing aside some boards, she uncovered a collapsed wooden chest. She pried open the warped lid. A stack of charred papers, perhaps once books, filled one side. They disintegrated at her touch, as if whatever magic they once relayed wanted to stay out of her reach.

On the other side sat a collection of glass eyes, all sizes and colors. Each gazed off in a different direction, like a cyclopean swarm in search of an escape.

These tempted her, but they were unused. A proper talisman had to have already been infused with magic, already begun on that difficult path between the world of reality and the one that pulsed just under reality’s surface. The wolf’s glass eyes perhaps would do, but they carried a low residual charge. The optimal piece would be a personal item, something Mabron had kept close to him while he cast the spells he’d used to keep souls barred from the hereafter. Perhaps a ring, a watch, a pair of glasses.

She pawed through the rest of the cinders in the box and found nothing. She turned and shined her light into what had been the living room. A flash of silver winked at her from within a recess in the debris. She picked her way across the unstable wreckage and knelt at the location.

She pulled off her glove and reached blindly into the small space. Her fingertips tingled. Her pulse skipped a beat. She sensed that this object that called to her from across the ruined house was rich with magic. It had not been an object of it, but instead continually exposed to it, like iron magnetized by passing through an electric field. The house fire’s residual heat rose and enveloped her arm as she reached deeper into the debris. Her fingers touched cold metal and she snatched it.

She opened her fist in her flashlight’s bright glow and revealed a silver locket. Its delicate, detailed turn-of-the-century engraving implied it had been a woman’s, but the aura it exuded left no doubt that Mabron wore it during his most intense magic spells.

She popped it open. Ashes were all that remained of the pictures inside, as if whoever the locket had immortalized had fully passed from this world. But that did not matter. The magic mattered. And with its previous prolonged exposure, this talisman would be powerful indeed.

She snapped off her light and buried her treasure in her front pocket. She thought better of that and placed the chain around her neck. She flipped her long hair outside the chain and tucked the locket into her shirt. It nestled between her breasts.

From atop the barn, an owl puffed out two shrill hoots, as if warning that it was time to depart.

She hopped across the house’s remains and through the missing front door. Her open coat flew behind her like a cape as she broke into a run back to her car. With each stride, the locket bounced against her chest, little taps timed like a countdown clock on the greatest spell her coven would ever cast.

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About The Author

Russell R. James was raised on Long Island, New York and spent too much time watching Chiller, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, and The Twilight Zone, despite his parents' warnings. Bookshelves full of Stephen King and Edgar Allan Poe didn't make things better. He graduated from Cornell University and the University of Central Florida. 

After a tour flying helicopters with the U.S. Army, he now spins twisted tales best read in daylight. He has written the paranormal thrillers Dark Inspiration, Sacrifice, Black Magic and Dark Vengeance. He has two short story collections, Tales from Beyond and Deeper into Darkness. His next novel, Dreamwalker, releases in 2015.

His wife reads what he writes, rolls her eyes, and says "There is something seriously wrong with you."  Visit his website and read some free short stories, follow on Twitter @RRJames14 or drop a line complaining about his writing to rrj@russellrjames.com.

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About The Book

Laura and Theresa, the heroines of DARK INSPIRATION, are back fighting the supernatural again in the small town of Moultrie, Tennessee.

Three witches have summoned the longarex, a creature of Mayan myth, to sow vengeance in town and beyond. Each feeding strengthens the beast and soon the full coven will release it with a final dark ritual. Only Laura and Theresa have the combined skill and insight to stop the plan.

But Laura’s depression in the wake of the Galaxy Farm incidents has strained the women’s friendship past the breaking point. Two men enter their lives, one to help and one to hinder their uncovering of the coven’s plot. Hundreds of souls hang in the balance, including those of the ones the women hold most dear. Will they be able to heal their rift in time to save the town from the wrath of the longarex?

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Links

Website  |  Twitter  | Amazon  | Amazon UK

Interview: C. B. Pratt, Author of Dark Mountain

Interview

How much of yourself is hidden of the characters in your book?

I think a writer can't hide herself very well. Like my character, I'm impatient with liars, eager to be up and doing, and always looking for the funny side of a situation. I don't have muscles or much experience fighting mythological beasts, though.

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How much of a story did you have in mind before you started writing?

I usually start off knowing the high points of every book. Who the hero is...easy. Who the villain is...though not always all the motivations. I can see where the battles will be and how the book will end. Getting there, though, is always an adventure. Some stuff doesn't make it in; sometimes new things grow and take you in an entirely new direction. Characters take over. All the poor writer can do is hang on!

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Can you tell us what genre you write?

I write historical fantasy with a sense of humor. My books tend to be on the lighter side without a lot of political infighting. Eno doesn't care much who is going to be running a kingdom. He wants to do the job he's been hired to do, get paid, and get out. It almost never works out that way, however.

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How do you cope with writer's block?

I find that going for a long walk without electronics -- no headphones, no smart-phone -- just myself and the day is very beneficial. Sometimes I only get a block or two down the street before the ideas start flowing. Writers spend a lot of time seated and staring into a screen. Getting out into the fresh air and, with luck, sunshine shakes up the ideas. Having no distractions forces the brain to come up with something interesting.

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How do you develop and differentiate your characters?

I try not to be too overt in distinguishing characters' voices. That can get hokey fast. Different people think in very different ways. Putting yourself in their head, listening to their individual ideas, will create that distinction without having to resort to tricks of the trade. Each character will naturally have a different approach to problems.

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Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track?

I pretty much write linearly, begin at the beginning, go to the end, stop. If I get an idea for a later scene, I write it but hold it out until I get there. I've been writing professionally for more than twenty years. Much of this stuff is second nature now, but when I started I studied how other writers developed their plots. Breaking down the scenes to discover which parts of dialog, for instance, advanced the plot and which enhanced the characters' personalities was a big help.

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How (or when) do you decide that you are finished writing a story?

When the villain is vanquished and the monsters defeated...and when my characters have completed their emotional journey, it's time to write 'The End'. Of course 'The End' is never the end when you're a writer. There's still the re-writes and edits. As an independent, there's also cover selection, blurb writing, and the rest.

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Is there a message in your writing you want readers to grasp?

I think my only message is that life isn't really all that serious. You should face it with a light heart and enjoy the good moments when they come. Don't be so busy trying to succeed that you forget to take some joy in every day.

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What are you working on right now?

'Rivers of Sand' is the fourth book in the Eno the Thracian series. Eno finds himself in Babylon, sophisticated city of wickedness and wanton beauty. There's a djinn he accidentally released that is now wrecking vengeance on the city in payment for an old wrong. The beautiful and recently widowed queen has hired Eno to solve the issue but at the same time, there's treachery afoot in her court and rumor has it that the King did not die a natural death. Add in a riled-up goddess of Love and Eno has his hands full, even without a whole harem of lonesome girls asking him to come around and see them sometime.

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Have you always wanted to be a writer?

Pretty much. I've done other things, of course, from time to time. I think it's good for a writer to get away from the computer and interact with genuine human beings. Writing, too, isn't the steadiest form of income generation!

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At what age did you discover your love of writing?

I started reading early, certainly before kindergarten. After I read my way through all the available books at the library, I had no choice but to start creating my own stories. Plus, my tolerance for boredom is really low. Long car trips -- and my dad loved to drive on vacations -- were a great trigger for stories. Staring out the window for hours, I'd make up adventures. Soon I was writing them down.

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What was the first story that you wrote?

Gosh, I have no idea. The first one I tried to really do anything with was a fantasy very much in the Terry Brooks mold. I made the mistake of showing it to someone very unsympathetic. It was some years before I tried again.

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When were you first published? How were you discovered?

I sold my first book, a Regency Romance, when I was 27. I wrote about 25 romance novels of one style or another, all traditionally published. But Fantasy was always my first love and I'm so delighted to have returned to it.

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What is the most difficult part of the whole writing process?

The process, the writing isn't difficult. But I'm a terrible procrastinator. I'll dither around for an hour straight before sitting down to the computer. Then I have to ignore the internet!

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What do you like to read?

I try not to read too much in my own genre when I'm working on something to avoid being influenced. I read a lot of history, which tends to turn into research. But for fun, I read mysteries, especially ones from the 1930's, the so-called Golden Age. I enjoy more recent ones as well, though I turn to historical-set ones rather a lot.

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Which writer influences you the most?

Gosh, there are so many. I like writers with a deceptively simple style like the great Agatha Christie. But for humor, I like Terry Pratchett and A. Lee Martinez. Lois McMasters Bujold writes a great combination of emotional depth and world-building, though not without a laugh or two. If a writer can make me laugh, I'll follow them forever.

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If your book was made into a TV series or Movie, which actors would you like to see playing your characters?

Tony Gonzalez is a former football player I've seen in an ad or two who'd make a great Eno. He's got the right twinkle in his eye, like Dwayne Johnson.

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Where can people learn more about you?

There's always my website. I'm also on Twitter under @CBPratt My blog is mostly about movies, because I'm a huge fan. I don't spent much time on Twitter saying 'buy my book'. I tweet about stuff that interests me...books, cupcakes, astronomy, etc.

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Is there anything else you’d like to tell us about yourself?

Just thanks so much for hosting me!

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About The Author

C.B. Pratt is a multi-published author, both traditionally and independently. She lives in Orlando, Florida, not far from the Mouse Empire.

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About The Book

Got monsters? You need Eno the Thracian! He's the guy with the answer to your problems, whether they're as small as a dragonet you need moved to the other side of the mountain or as big as a minotaur wreaking havoc in your palace. He can train your youth for battle, cure your vizier of fatal ambition, or slay hydras (up to seven heads only, please).

As you may know, there's a serious hero shortage in Greece at the moment. Most of the more famous heroes have heeded their ancient promises and gone to help out one side or the other in the Trojan War. But the need for heroes hasn't lessened since the war; if anything it has increased. More monsters than ever are appearing in our blessed islands. If you're one of the unlucky ones beset by strange beasts, summon Eno the Thracian.

Swift sword...reasonable rates.

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Links

Website  | Facebook  |  Twitter  | Pinterest  | Google+  | Goodreads  | C.B. Pratt Amazon Author Page

Book Excerpt: Dark Vengeance by Russell James

Chapter One

The fire left little of Galaxy Farm.

Only the old barn still stood. The glass in the central cupola reflected the moonlight like some low-output lighthouse. Three deaths had occurred in there: the sheriff, the crazy writer and Vern Pugh. Stories of barn hauntings already circulated throughout the nearby small town of Moultrie, Tennessee. Even before the fire took the main house, the triple homicide had sparked stories of the barn being haunted. Everyone in the nearby small town of Moultrie, Tennessee, accepted the tales as fact.

Later, the foreboding barn would no doubt be where the kids would go. Middle school boys on a dare. High school teens on a date. The only structure left on the fifteen acres would draw them all.

But the willowy woman who moved through the night didn’t give the barn a thought. She trudged up the long gravel drive to the ruins of the once-proud home. Three of the walls on the first floor still stood. Their ragged, burned edges were all that hinted an upper story had existed. That second story, and all that had been above it, now lay in a charred heap in the house’s open interior. Twenty-four hours after the blaze, the remains were cool, but the humid air was still redolent with the conflagration’s acrid smell.

The woman crossed the remnants of the front porch. The boards creaked with each hesitant step. There was no telling how badly the fire had damaged the joists below. Her research confirmed that the house had no basement, but even a short fall through to the foundation could break a bone.

Her long, open black duster flicked the edge of the gaping front doorway as she entered the house’s dead shell. Mounds of shadowy remains covered the floor. Jagged, broken rafters jutted from the pile like limbs of the dead in rigor mortis. Now shielded from the prying eyes driving along nearby US 41, she flicked on a penlight.

She played the bright, narrow beam across the wreckage. The legacy of the long-dead previous owner, Mabron Hutchington, would still be here somewhere. None of his supernatural works ever left the house after his death, not when his brother owned it afterwards, not when his nephew Vern inherited it and certainly not when Doug and Laura Locke had moved in last year. A tiny rural-Tennessee town like Moultrie would know.

Mabron had practiced his brand of dark magic here for years. It was Egyptian-tinged, but parallel to her own, tapping the same great sources of natural power.

She pulled aside a blackened board. Yellow eyes and a set of bared white canines flashed in the penlight’s beam. Her heart skipped a beat and she stumbled backwards against a wall.

The teeth did not move. She panned the light around them and lit a wolf’s head, long dead, taxidermied for eternal preservation. But the fire had seared away its hide and left just a blackened, clay-infused skull, two marble eyes and the menacing teeth.

She smiled at the welcome sign, a part of Mabron’s extensive collection of magic-infused taxidermy. When the house went up in flames the night before, Mabron’s possessed possessions had indeed still been here.

She moved the penlight to her mouth to free up her hands. Tossing aside some boards, she uncovered a collapsed wooden chest. She pried open the warped lid. A stack of charred papers, perhaps once books, filled one side. They disintegrated at her touch, as if whatever magic they once relayed wanted to stay out of her reach.

On the other side sat a collection of glass eyes, all sizes and colors. Each gazed off in a different direction, like a cyclopean swarm in search of an escape.

These tempted her, but they were unused. A proper talisman had to have already been infused with magic, already begun on that difficult path between the world of reality and the one that pulsed just under reality’s surface. The wolf’s glass eyes perhaps would do, but they carried a low residual charge. The optimal piece would be a personal item, something Mabron had kept close to him while he cast the spells he’d used to keep souls barred from the hereafter. Perhaps a ring, a watch, a pair of glasses.

She pawed through the rest of the cinders in the box and found nothing. She turned and shined her light into what had been the living room. A flash of silver winked at her from within a recess in the debris. She picked her way across the unstable wreckage and knelt at the location.

She pulled off her glove and reached blindly into the small space. Her fingertips tingled. Her pulse skipped a beat. She sensed that this object that called to her from across the ruined house was rich with magic. It had not been an object of it, but instead continually exposed to it, like iron magnetized by passing through an electric field. The house fire’s residual heat rose and enveloped her arm as she reached deeper into the debris. Her fingers touched cold metal and she snatched it.

She opened her fist in her flashlight’s bright glow and revealed a silver locket. Its delicate, detailed turn-of-the-century engraving implied it had been a woman’s, but the aura it exuded left no doubt that Mabron wore it during his most intense magic spells.

She popped it open. Ashes were all that remained of the pictures inside, as if whoever the locket had immortalized had fully passed from this world. But that did not matter. The magic mattered. And with its previous prolonged exposure, this talisman would be powerful indeed.

She snapped off her light and buried her treasure in her front pocket. She thought better of that and placed the chain around her neck. She flipped her long hair outside the chain and tucked the locket into her shirt. It nestled between her breasts.

From atop the barn, an owl puffed out two shrill hoots, as if warning that it was time to depart.

She hopped across the house’s remains and through the missing front door. Her open coat flew behind her like a cape as she broke into a run back to her car. With each stride, the locket bounced against her chest, little taps timed like a countdown clock on the greatest spell her coven would ever cast.

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About The Author

Russell R. James was raised on Long Island, New York and spent too much time watching Chiller, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, and The Twilight Zone, despite his parents' warnings. Bookshelves full of Stephen King and Edgar Allan Poe didn't make things better. He graduated from Cornell University and the University of Central Florida. 

After a tour flying helicopters with the U.S. Army, he now spins twisted tales best read in daylight. He has written the paranormal thrillers Dark Inspiration, Sacrifice, Black Magic and Dark Vengeance. He has two short story collections, Tales from Beyond and Deeper into Darkness. His next novel, Dreamwalker, releases in 2015.

His wife reads what he writes, rolls her eyes, and says "There is something seriously wrong with you."  Visit his website and read some free short stories, follow on Twitter @RRJames14 or drop a line complaining about his writing to rrj@russellrjames.com.

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About The Book

Laura and Theresa, the heroines of DARK INSPIRATION, are back fighting the supernatural again in the small town of Moultrie, Tennessee.

Three witches have summoned the longarex, a creature of Mayan myth, to sow vengeance in town and beyond. Each feeding strengthens the beast and soon the full coven will release it with a final dark ritual. Only Laura and Theresa have the combined skill and insight to stop the plan.

But Laura’s depression in the wake of the Galaxy Farm incidents has strained the women’s friendship past the breaking point. Two men enter their lives, one to help and one to hinder their uncovering of the coven’s plot. Hundreds of souls hang in the balance, including those of the ones the women hold most dear. Will they be able to heal their rift in time to save the town from the wrath of the longarex?

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Links

Website  |  Twitter  | Amazon  | Amazon UK

Book Review: See You in Hell by Demelza Carlton

Book Review: See You in Hell by Demelza Carlton

 

 

            Mel is a temp worker. She works for the “Helpful Angel’s Agency”. Her latest assignment is with HELL Corporation, (Health, Environment, Life and Lands Corporation). She is hired as an assistant to Lili, who is assistant to the CEO Luce.

            The work place is a gloomy, depressing place where the employees are dominated by Luce who rules with an iron fist and indulges in over-the-top sexual harassment. Mel just doesn’t fit in. She is sweet, helpful, industrious and immune to whatever Luce offers. Ever so slowly she begins changing the office atmosphere. Not intentionally. She simply is nice. She offers help even when not asked. She volunteers. She shares. Because of her the office has a business grade coffee maker and no longer have to endure nasty instant coffee. Valentine’s Day becomes a day of shared chocolate and sweet scented flowers instead of a day of grumbling. Even Luce, the tyrant seems to be softening.

            If this novel was nothing more than an office romance, it would be worth the read. For anyone who ever worked in a cubicle, it rings horribly, laughably true. Everything from the tooth dissolving sludge called coffee to the paper shortages. And everyone who has ever worked in corporate America surrounded by three walls that are only chest high recognizes every character in the novel, including Mel – the office saint. However, this novel has another layer. Mel is not simply a  temporary worker who is a treasure. She is an Angel, literally. Her co-workers are demonic, literally. 

            Mel has been commissioned to find out if Luce is actually Lucifer. Heaven fears that Lucifer is looking to expand his territory. She has been sanctioned to stop him any way necessary.

            Demelza Carlton writes an engaging, entertaining story. I am not one to regularly laugh at the written word. Chuckle maybe. Nod my head in agreement while I am smiling. Laugh, not so much. However, See You in Hell had me laughing. If you have ever been a “working stiff”, you will probably get a kick out of the story. If you like romance that is definitely different – not your usual ‘boy meets girl, girl falls for guy no matter what the situation, yada, yada, yada’ then you will greatly enjoy See You in Hell. If you like paranormal with a twist, you should read See You in Hell.

            In other words, read  See You in Hell by Demelza Carlton. It will be worth the time spent.

Book Excerpt: See You in Hell by Demelza Carlton

Mel carefully blew on her coffee as she returned to the lunchroom turned training room.

Luce reclined against the tiny bar in the corner, resting his arms on it so his hips were pushed into

greater prominence.

Mel recognised his stance as one meant to draw attention to the bulge in his pants. The implied

message was clear: the pants could be unzipped for the right girl or boy, if someone played their

cards right. Mel had far more experience with such a stance than Luce probably realised – for she

remembered a time in Russia when it had merely meant the man was rich enough to own a spare

pair of socks to stuff in his pants against the frostbiting cold. Ah, Napoleon had been stubborn and

arrogant, too, she recalled, but he'd been good for intelligent conversation. He'd also owned an

ample supply of socks.

No one seemed game to speak to the CEO, so Mel took pity on him. Resting her elbow on the end

of the bar, she asked, "Do you get bored, delivering the same orientation presentation every

month?"

"Of course not," came the easy answer. "Every time I tell new staff about the achievements of the

HELL Corporation, I see their pride in being part of my company, knowing the next team of new

staff will be hearing about the achievements that they personally helped happen."

Mel laughed heartily. "That sounds like a rehearsed response if ever I heard one. Do you ever

answer a question honestly?"

"Of course," Luce replied. Mel barely knew the man, yet she knew he was lying.

She pressed her lips together and gave a little smile in response, before turning her attention to her

instant coffee. Attention it didn't deserve, but the muddy brew was an improvement to listening to

the demon's rehearsed rhetoric.

Luce seemed to realise that he'd hit a wrong note. "It's Mel, right?"

"Yes," she acquiesced gracefully. "From the Helpful Angels Agency." A careful sip of coffee kept

her eyes from meeting his as the cup hid her smile. She waited for the implied warning to sink in:

far from being one of his demons, she played most emphatically for the other team.

"Ah. Ah, yes. I remember now. You're the new girl who's working under Lili, right?"

"I'm in the office beside her and I report to her, yes," Mel corrected. "I'm looking forward to seeing

precisely which projects she has in mind for me. I understand the company's interests are quite

diverse, so I expect the work to be different to anything I've done before, if nothing else."

"So what were you doing before deciding to be my angel?"

Mel gave him her serene smile, knowing Hell would freeze over before she'd ever be his angel. He

evidently didn't know that yet, so she replied, "Other temporary assignments, as required. I go

where I'm needed, that's all." She took a larger mouthful of her cooling coffee, trying not to grimace

at the taste.

"I'm sure I'll need you for something. Lili does a lot of work for me. She may even delegate some of

her more delicate tasks to you, if you're lucky. We could be working very closely together on some

of my pet projects." Luce grinned. "You'll want to make sure you wear a skirt." He stared at her

pants-clad legs hungrily.

Mel wondered what he'd say if she admitted the closest he'd get to her was precisely where he was

now – just out of arm's reach. She chose to say nothing. Instead, she smiled and nodded, then

excused herself so she could wash the sludge out of the bottom of her coffee mug. She wanted to

wash her whole body – the sleazy CEO made her skin crawl – but she hardly had time before the

next orientation session resumed.

She slipped back into the training room, relieved to see that Luce had left. Somehow, she suspected

she'd be seeing him again soon, though she hoped the opposite. Slimy snake of a CEO…

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