Monday, June 30, 2014

Blog Tour: Winter's Demon By Eric R. Asher #Review of Days Gone Bad @ericrasher @GHBTours #Giveaway

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Title- Winter's Demon
Series-Vesik Series # 3
By- Eric R. Asher
Published- June 12th 2014


Some things can never be undone. The horrors I've defeated-or even caused-with my own hands … they are nothing compared to what's coming. Philip Pinkerton has brought his madness upon my family, my own blood. His army of necromancers is on the move, harbingers of a great darkness. I fear the war has begun ... and damn, I don't get paid enough for this.


They struck when the dying sun set the skies on fire, turning snow to cinders on a canvas of silhouetted branches. “Now it begins,” Mike said as he pulled the hammer from his belt. Shadows snarled and leapt as fire and lightning struck all across the roof. The dim flash of fairies growing and shrinking, slashing and blocking, danced across the back-lit structure.

“Vampires?” Sam asked. “Why are they with Philip?” “It’s likely not by choice,” Mike said. “I’m going up,” Sam said as she gestured at the roof. “Get to the north side.” “If things go wrong, get to the basement,” Mike said. “What about the ‘Don’t go in the basement’ thing?” I said as I quoted the air with my fingers. Mike looked at the sky and took a deep breath. Sam’s lips quirked up in a tiny smile. “He’s just, well, you know.” “I know,” Mike said with a chuckle.

“Be careful, Sam nodded and blurred into motion. Zola was out ahead of us, her cloak disappearing around the corner as Mike and I followed. I spared one last glance at Sam as she tore into someone on the roof before I turned and jogged away. Vik had gone on ahead. He should already be on the north side. I turned at the mansion’s southeast corner, right behind Mike. Vik and Zola were at the next corner, pointing off into the distance. “—almost here,” Vik said as we approached. The groaning and shuffling of the undead signaled their arrival on the northern and eastern fronts. My pepperbox practically leapt into my hand. Six shots, five zombies down. I cracked the gun open, dumped the shells, and slammed a speed loader home. My tactical vest was emblazoned with “Cub” and adorned with two dozen conveniently placed speed loaders. Even if I didn’t miss a shot, it wouldn’t be enough to take down the sea of zombies. “Why aren’t there vampires here?” I asked as we started to fan out.

“They must be engaged with Vassili and the others,” Vik said. “Keep the trees between you and the necromancers.” I saw his hand move and drop the bronze amulet around his neck into his vest. His hand lashed out and a zombie’s head exploded. Vik took two steps back and looked at his fingers. “What in the name of?” “What’s wrong?” Zola shouted as she baited a zombie toward me. I raised my Sight, opening my senses to both worlds. The seething mass of undead was all tied to one man, maybe two, but something was different. The currents of necromancy weren’t dim and gray in my Sight. They burned with a brighter blue light, like a ley line. My eyebrows drew down in thought as I shot down four more zombies with six bullets.


There wasn’t as much blood as there should have been. Too few chunks exploded from their overripe heads. “Something’s wrong,” I said. “Agreed,” Zola said. “They’re too slow.” “There’s no blood on my hands,” Vik said as he tore another zombie in half. Mike stepped forward and put his fist through one of the zombies. He stared at his own hand. “Vik’s right. It’s like they’re sawdust.”

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Title- Wolves and the River of Stone
Series- Vesik # 2
By Eric R. Asher
Publication Date- October 22nd, 2013
Genre- Urban Fantasy


Philip, Zola's boyfriend from one hundred and fifty years ago, is not nearly as dead as we thought. I really wish he was. Not only has he kidnapped Zola, but he's raising an army to scour humanity from the earth. Hopefully the local werewolf pack will help. What could possibly go wrong?

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Edgar's face soured and he turned away from Zola. He looked nauseous. "Someone has to be held responsible for this mess. I'd rather prefer it be Vesik."

"What?" I said. "What'd I ever do to you?"

Edgar leveled a glare at me.

"Ah, fair enough," I said.

"Edgar, Ah don't have time for this right now." Zola gently pushed him aside with her scorched cane. Zola bent down and started digging beside the vampires and Hugh. Vik handed her a spade and she nodded her thanks.

"You may cite me if you wish," Hugh said. He didn't look up from the furrow he was digging in the dirt. "I have no issues with the Watchers' duty."

"That is kind, wolf," Zola said. She glanced at Edgar. "Ah think we should play a game, Edgar. If you can spell this wolf's name, you can issue him a citation.

Edgar blew out a breath. "You haven't changed a bit, Adannaya." He actually cracked a tiny smile and I thought my world was ending. "What is your name, wolf?"

"Hohnihohkaiyohos," Hugh said.

Edgar glared at Zola for almost a minute. His mouth was open and his eyebrows were raised. I was waiting for him to break down crying or laughing. Instead he just shook his head.

"You get used to it Eddie," I said as Foster snickered.

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Title- Days Gone Bad
Series- Vesik # 1
By Eric R. Asher
Genre- Urban Fantasy


My name is Damian Valdis Vesik. I am a necromancer, an ability feared and hated as much as the powers my master and I set ourselves against. We've vanquished many evils, but now something is releasing an old darkness, forcing us to hunt an enemy beyond anything I've faced before. I was already busy enough with vampires, fairies, witches, Watchers, weddings, and … damn, I need a vacation.

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“Yes,” she closed her eyes, “that thing you fought, Damian, it was a zombie.” “I’ve fought zombies before. They’re slow, stupid, and practically harmless.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Okay, okay, practically harmless unless there are a lot of them, and they’re hungry. Besides, that thing Foster cleaved in half for me was fast as hell and possessed—zombies can’t be possessed.” Zola snorted and flicked my nose. “Ow.”“You speak of human zombies.” She turned to the end table, breaking eye contact.

“What you fought was a vampiric zombie.” “A what?” I whispered as an uncomfortable weight settled on my chest. “Ah suppose there are still some things not found in your books. It is a creature … once a vampire, stripped of its own aura and given another.” “Jesus, but a vampire stripped of its aura …” She nodded and turned back to me. “Yes, a vampire stripped of its aura is stripped of the power keeping it alive, for lack of a better term.” “What the hell can do that?” “Only one creature Ah’ve ever fought could do that, Damian. Only demons can do that.”

I saw Sam curl her legs up underneath her in the corner. A small tremor ran through her and she closed her eyes. I turned my focus back to Zola. “Is Foster okay?” “Ha! Is Foster okay?” She shook her head and smiled. “He split that zombie from crown to crotch. Sam, what did Edgar say?” “Bifurcate,” my sister said with a weak laugh. “Yes, Foster bifurcated the zombie. Ah truly think he could have killed the rogue, from what he tells me. Ah don’t see another reason a vampire would run. How he vanished when Foster threw a toad sticker at him bothers me, something a demon could do, but a demon wouldn’t run.” She paused.

Book Soundtrack:

Open Hand - Her Song
Open Hand - You and Me
My Chemical Romance - The Ghost of You
My Chemical Romance - Cemetery Drive
Brand New - Luca
Paramore - Misery Business
Evanescence - Tourniquet
Murder By Death - One More Notch
Senses Fail - Rum is for Drinking, Not for Burning
J.S. Bach - The Cello Suites (performed by Yo-Yo Ma)

My Review of Days Gone Bad:

I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Damian is a necromancer who is always getting into a fight with demons oh not that he wants to they are the ones who find him and attack. Damian had rather just stay at home and run his little shop Death's Door. Some call it DD or Double D. Damian sells all kinds of magical things in his shop. He also has three little fairies that live in a grandfather clock in his store. While Damian is a very nice guy the fairies are not very nice if you happen to piss them off just ask the new guy Damian hired to help him out in his shop.

Damian has not seen his master, Zola in a long time. Zola has come back to warn Damian about the evil that is coming. Hopefully together and with a little help from all of their friends they will be able to stop these evil demons before it is too late. Damian has lived a very long life but he has a lot of training to do before he can fight this new evil that has come to town. Damian is very powerful necromancer but he has a lot of learning left to do to become proficient.

Damian's sister Sam is a vampire and after being turned she now lives with a pit. A pit is like a family of vampires. People who has been turned into a vampire and now live together in one place. Damian and Sam are very close and have grown closer since her turning. Damian would give his own life to save his sister.

I loved all the blood and gore that Days Gone Bad has. I loved what a friend of Damian's did to one of the vampires. I love reading books and watching movies with a lot of blood and gore in them. The more killing, blood and gore is in a book or movie the more I like it. The Vesik Series is another series that I would love to see on the big screen. I can just picture everything that I have read in Days Gone Bad in my head as if it was a movie. I love the cover of Days Gone Bad. He's standing there with his gun and looking back over his shoulder like someone who is always aware of his surroundings. Like he is on high alert which is what will probably be what will keep him alive in most cases. I loved reading Days Gone Bad and can't wait to get started on the next book Wolves and the River of Stone.

About the Author:

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Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a small avalanche of Transformers.

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Promo Blitz: The Trouble With Flying By Rachel Morgan @AuthorRMorgan @RABTBookTours #Giveaway

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The Trouble With Flying
By Rachel Morgan
Young Adult/New Adult
Date Published: June 24, 2014


When introvert Sarah boards a plane to fly home after an overseas holiday, the last thing she expects is Aiden, the guy sitting next to her who’s never flown anywhere before and refuses to shut up. Hours of random conversation later, they part ways. Sarah can’t stop thinking about Aiden, though, and wondering if she made a terrible mistake letting him go. Should she abandon her safe, predictable life and go in search of him, or would she be chasing a happily ever after that could never exist in real life?



I don’t make friends on aeroplanes. I know there are people who like to strike up a conversation with the complete stranger sitting next to them, but that’s not me. It’s not that I’m an unfriendly person. It’s more the fact that the conversation centre of my brain seems to seize up in the presence of strangers, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what to say. And even if the other person is happy to simply babble on while I pretend to listen and be interested, I’d really rather be doing something else. Like reading. Or watching a movie. Or sleeping. Or trying to figure out how to stop crying.

Yes. Crying. Because if being shy and awkward isn’t enough, today I’m adding red eyes, tears, and suppressed sobs to the embarrassing mix.

I stare out the tiny, oval window at the patches of reflected light on the wet runway and silently ask God to leave the seat next to me empty. I can’t deal with a chatty neighbour right now. I’d rather watch the black sky and incessant rain until we reach cruising altitude. Then I’ll close my eyes and let sleep take the pain away.

Oh, STOP IT. It’s not like someone died.

I wiggle around a bit in my seat and sniff, trying to listen to my inner pep-talk voice. Think of the good things, I tell myself. I’m on my way home. I’m leaving behind the dreary, wet weather for a sunny, summer climate. That, at least, should make me happy. But thinking about home leads to thoughts ofwho I’m flying towards, and that only makes my stomach twist further.

I hear the sound of a bag being dumped onto the seat at the end of my row. There are only three seats between the window and the aisle—mine and two others—so there’s a fifty-fifty chance this person is about to plonk him or herself down right next to me.

I angle myself more towards the window and swipe my fingers beneath my eyes. I start the furious tear-banishing blinking. Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying. All I need now is for someone to see my blotchy, wet face and start asking me what’s wrong.

I hear someone settling into a seat. I don’t feel movement right beside me, so it must be the aisle seat. Fantastic. I send up a quick thank-you prayer and remind God that it would be spectacularly awesome if He could keep the seat next to me empty.

A tickle inside my left nostril alerts me to the fact that my nose is dribbling. I sniff, but it doesn’t help.Crap, where are my tissues? I lean forward and reach down by my feet for my handbag. Brown strands of hair fall in front of my face and block my vision, but if I can just get the zip open and feel past my purse to the tissues—

No. Too late. Now it’s trickling down my lip and I’m digging around in the bag and I can’t feel the stupid tissues and a drop of tear-snot just landed on my hand and yuck! I haul the ridiculous handbag—I told Jules I didn’t need something so big—onto my lap with one hand while holding the back of my other hand to my nose. And there the tissues are. Right next to my purse. Perfectly easy to find. I rip one from the packet and jam it against my nose to stop the tear-snot flood.

And that’s when I catch a glimpse of the guy sitting in the aisle seat. A quick sideways glimpse, but enough to tell me he’s cute. Excellent cheekbones, a strong jawline, and perfectly messy dark brown hair. Terrific. My nose is dripping snot in front of a cute guy. Not that I should care that he’s cute, or that he’s a guy, because it’s not like I’m going to talk to him, and it’s not like I’m even available—am I? I don’t actually know. And thinking about that makes me want to cry all over again—but STILL. I don’t want to look blotchy and snotty in front of a cute guy.

About The Author:

Rachel Morgan

Rachel Morgan was born in South Africa and spent a large portion of her childhood living in a fantasy land of her own making. After completing a degree in genetics, she decided science wasn't for her--after all, they didn't approve of made-up facts. These days she spends much of her time immersed in fantasy land once more, writing fiction for young adults.

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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Book Blitz: Honey Queen By Christina Mercer @cwritebuzz @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway

Honey Queen
Release Date: 05/31/14

Summary from Goodreads:
Love is honey sweet, but it comes with a fatal sting . . .

Melaina Maris needs wings to fly the gap between loving Sam and her family's ancient curse that forces carnal love and then kills the male lovers. She won't let the same fate that killed her father befall another. She refuses to allow her goddess-created bloodline to continue. But there's no easy way out, especially after the curse turns her into the Honey Queen-savior to honey bees-intensifying her charms.

To help her fulfill the curse's demands in the least harmful way, her grandmother takes her to mate with terminally ill Boyd. But Boyd's gay. And an expert in mythology. Instead of having sex, Melaina learns how she might summon the goddess who created the first ancestor bee-charmer and cursed her bloodline. Melaina's magic-tears to save honey bees from endangerment-could be enough to persuade the goddess to end the curse. But an unexpected discovery soon changes that hope, spinning Melaina into a swarm of love, friendship and death.

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On my way home, I stop and grab the mail at the end of our drive, and Sam rolls up in his white pick-up with the words Leonard's Dairy Ranch painted across the side. "Hey, Mel," he says, chocolate eyes melting my insides. "Been a while."

I swallow hard, hoping the rush of heat to my face doesn't show. "Yeah, well, I'm trying to graduate early, and you know, busy helping Gran."

He nods, and his eyes flicker over my car. "You ever feel like riding shotgun in that thing, I'd be more than happy to take the wheel."

I get back in my car and toss the mail on the seat next to me. "I'll remember that."

He laughs, and just as I shut the door, he calls out, "Go out with me."


I take a deep breath and roll down the window. His brown shag drapes around his smile. His perfect, irresistible smile. "Sam, you're my best friend. I don't want to ruin that. Besides, I have to stay focused on school."

"That's bull, Mel, and you know it. Having a little fun isn't going to turn you into your mom."

He knows me well, has since I was in the first grade and he was in the second, but he still doesn't know what I am. Gran calls us Apis charmers; I call us Apis slaves. And I'd bet him the pink slip to my car, he'd feel differently about dating me if he knew the truth.

"You're right. I'm not going to end up like my mom, and the best way to make sure I don't is to stay away from distractions." With a wave, I speed down the drive.

I don't realize how hard I'm biting my lip until I taste blood. Sometimes I wonder if it'd be easier to run away and let the sickness take me. Sam is pure torture-the sweetest hot fudge sundae, the rarest orchid, the love I can never know.

About the Author
Christina Mercer is an award-winning author of fiction for children and young adults. She took Writer's Best in Show at the 2012 SCBWI CA North/Central Regional Conference, was a Semi-Finalist in the 2010 Amazon Breakout Novel Award Contest, and won Honorable Mention in the 21st Annual Writer's Digest Self Published Book Awards. She holds a degree in Accounting from California State University at Sacramento and a Certificate in Herbal Studies from Clayton College of Natural Health. Christina resides in Northern California enjoying life with her husband, two sons, four dogs, and about 100,000 honeybees. 

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Saturday, June 28, 2014

Book Blitz: The Lost Kingdom By Stephanie Beerden @SBeerden @GHBTours #Giveaway

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Title- The Lost Kingdom
Series- The Elements Series #1
By- Stephanie Beerden
Genre- YA Fantasy
Release Date- April 28th, 2014


A Prophecy made long ago, announced the arrival of the new Ladies of Elements.

And now almost a millennia later, it finally came true …

All her life Arima thought she knew who and what she was. That is until the day of her sixteenth birthday came and her world is turned upside down, when she's told she's not a White Witch but Lady Spirit. And that she is the one that has been foretold, will unite the Five Ladies of Elements once again and save Ilendia and the Other Lands from Ahriman, the Demon King.

At first Arima refuses to accept her new fate, but when Shanums come and destroy her village and kill her loved ones, she has no choice but to flee and fall right into the destiny she never wanted.

As she grudgingly starts her journey into the unknown, she is accompanied by her unicorn familiar Sirrim, Blythe, a Vampire with a dark past and Myrddin, a mysterious Ljosalfar.

And the longer her journey lasts, the more Arima begins to realise that she can't escape her own destiny and she must learn to control her powers and learn to be a Lady for the sake of the Sisters she doesn't know and the people of Ilendia and the Other Lands.

However, things get more complicated when Arima comes into the possession of a key. Her instincts compel her to go towards danger when she discovers that the key she holds, can unlock the legendary kingdom of Eléssima, the home of the Ladies of Elements.

She will have to make the choice to follow her instincts …

…or stay on the path that has been laid out for her.

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Stephanie Beerden was born on Friday the 13th (no joke, she really was) in a small city called Genk and has always been fascinated with the occult, magic and books.

Her childhood and teen years were filled with reading lots and lots of books and imagining what life would be like as a vampire.

Until one day she decided that she wanted to try her hand at writing her own books and that was the beginning of her writing adventure.

Her first book is a YA Fantasy called De Elementen - Het Verloren Koninkrijk and after many, many trials and tribulations, one small Dutch publisher decided "Hey, let's give this girl a shot". Her second book De Elementen - Archandir was published in July 2013 and in April 2014, she indie-published The Lost Kingdom (The Elements Series #1), the English edition of her book.

Stephanie hopes to keep writing for as long as she can and already has several writing projects in the works for the future.

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