CATALYST – Vampire Apocalypse #2 Released!

CATALYST – Vampire Apocalypse #2 was released!

Description: Blood is power. Since the world froze and the humans died off, blood has become scarce. There’s barely enough to sustain the vampire population, even though their masses have dwindled. Many vampires are reduced to the measly few drops of blood rationed to them by the Regent, which is enough to keep them alive, barely. It’s survival; an undesirable existence.

Before the world froze, before the humans slaughtered each other in their wars, blood was ample and rich. The odds of feeding from an infected human, one with weakened blood, was rare, but now it is normal. Every human within the palace walls is anemic. Though they tried, the Regent was not able to curb the severity of the disease. Their humans became sickly, growing weaker and weaker until they were so fragile that a single scrape could kill them.

The weakened blood means an unstable source of food, but there have been other repercussions—things no one saw coming. As time passed, fangs retreated, reflections appeared, and light was no longer destructive. Vampires can now walk in the full sunlight without turning to ash. Too many generations have passed. Many vampires cannot remember a time when blood flowed richly, when vampires did not have to abstain and endure a slow starvation.

One human can change everything. One human can restore the old ways and return vampires to their former glory—Kahli—but the girl escaped. Blood is power, and the vampire who finds Kahli first will have all the power.

“My favorite vampire series of the year! If you are looking for a different kind of vampire book with a twist then this is it.” – Brittany @ Sparetime Books

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This is the second book in the VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE series by H.M Ward. It is preceded by BANE and followed by DIVERGENT (release date Dec 2012). Thank you to the 50,000 fans that encouraged me to write this series! You guys rock!

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COLLIDE: THE SECRET LIFE OF TRYSTAN SCOTT (Vol. 1)

Description: When Mari accidentally overhears that Trystan is in love, she can’t believe it. He’s pining over some girl that doesn’t know he’s alive. The confident swagger and endless stream of girls is a facade. It conceals his loneliness and hides how messed up he’s really become trying to flee from a life that’s battered him to his core.

Trystan tries to figure out how to make it clear how much he loves her. But every insincere kiss, every broken promise haunts him because she knows them all. Now Trystan has to prove to the one girl who thinks true love is real that she’s not just another conquest.

Mari keeps his secret, but quickly learns about an even bigger secret about Trystan Scott—one that is impossible to keep.

Genre: Mature YA

REVIEW from Brittany @ STBB- the awesome book reviewer: 5 STARS

“I was so surprised by Collide. I read this novella in about three hours. I was sucked in quickly and devoured it. It isn’t your typical young hot man meets girl and they are instantly infatuated and sex crazed. Mari and Trystan have been friends for a couple years. Mari helping Trystan run lines for a play. Trystan seems like your typical hot guy but, he has a few big secrets.

The novella switches back and forth between Mari and Trystan’s point of view, which I love. You really get to see what each of them is thinking in the situations. Mari and Trystan both put up a strong front but, inside are broken. They have had a rough past. Trystan especially, I felt so bad for him. My heart ached for him. Mari was a lot like me in high school. A shy girl who believes in love. I completely agree on her point of view about kissing. They both have secrets and issues in their lives. Can they be over come? Will love win?

I really enjoyed Trystan and Mari. Their best friends I wanted to just slap. I was like, “don’t listen to them!!!” Seth seems to me like the more typical version of high school senior. A hormone crazed guy if you will. In his own twisted way he was looking out for his friend the same way Katie did for Mari. In more of a guy way.

H.M. Ward keeps knocking them out of the park. The way Collide ends will leave you begging for more! I have to know what’s going to happen with these two. It was so well written. You will enjoy this if you are a fan of H.M. Ward and I would highly recommend it. Collide will be out in paperback later this week. The next volume is due out around October 1st.” -Brittany at Spare Time Book Blog

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The mass paperback edition is 240 pages and will be available later this week.

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BANE Trivia by H.M. Ward (Vampire Paranormal Romance)

Yup. It’s true. The world in BANE was going to be insanely hot until I saw the model’s coat. Instant make over to snow. After watching a documentary on the ice caps and global warming, I changed the world to a frozen wasteland. Never underestimate the power of a cool coat!

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Books are Weapons

So, I’ve been a kindle user since January 2011. If you read my facebook posts from around that time, you’ll see that I totally hated the thing. I kept trying to turn the page (ah-dher) and I hated that the screen is gray, among other things.

Well, it’s now about a year and half later and I have to tell you…

I strongly dislike paper books. Now, I’m not talking about collectible editions that are so pretty and old and sit pretty on my bookcase. I look at those with careful fingers and lovingly pat the covers. No, I’m talking about the reading-for-fun books–the new releases that I blow through in a few days. I have to say that: Hardcovers are the worst.Reading in bed, late at night – tell me this? Which would you rather have come crashing down on your face when you fall asleep? Kindle or a hardcover 500 page book? Yeah. The Kindle falls and it’s like ouch! Notice the lack of sharp pointy corners on all models. Foresight? Hell yeah.

To tell you the truth, I used to laugh (and still do) at the Kindle commercials where they are selling it by telling you that regular paper books are hard, heavy, and just awkward. I sit there laughing! What ludicrous things to say. They need to tell it like it is – no SHOW it like it is. If Amazon showed a commercial with someone reading in bed and the consequences of pointy cornered books stabbing you in the head, and how safe a kindle is–I’d still laugh–but that strikes a little closer to home.

So, in short, this post was to tell you that I’m completely shocked. I HATED the Kindle when I first used it. Now, its the other way around. I’m reading a hardcover and my husband is laughing at me. I’m having so many problems: anything from hand-strain from holding it up, to getting hit in the face, to trying to get the shadow off the page (forgot about that - doesn’t happen with a flat screen), and paper cuts. Yeah, I’m a menace. The ereader was made for people like me, I just didn’t realize it until now. :)

I can’t wait for Kindle to come out with the glowsoft screen like the Nook has. I so totally want that!  Which Kindle is my favorite? The smallest one. That’s my everyday ereader. It fits in my purse or my pocket and it doesn’t make me bleed. I appreciate that.

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TORN (Demon Kissed #3) is 99 Cents This Weekend!

TORN (DEMON KISSED #3) is on sale for 99 cents this weekend only!

Grab book #3 and get caught up! This is one of my favorite books in the series. It’s the one where everything changes and nothing is what it seems.

FYI, you can grab books #1-3 for under $5 this weekend.  That’s right! Demon Kissed is still on sale for 99 cents. Cursed is $2.99, and with Torn only 99 cents, you’ll have the first three books in the Demon Kissed series for under $5!

TORN has NEVER been on sale for 99 cents before.  I have no idea when or if I’ll do it again, so if you’ve been thinking about reading it, grab it now!

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When you are done, make sure you enter to win the set of signed books up for grabs! Full details are listed in this post.

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Enter to Win a SIGNED SET of the DEMON KISSED SERIES by HM Ward!

JULY & AUGUST SIGNED BOOK GIVE-A-WAYS!

I’m giving away ONE (1) SIGNED SET of the DEMON KISSED SERIES, books #1- 6 to one lucky winner!  If you read DEMON KISSEDCURSEDTORNSATAN’S STONE13th PROPHECY, or ASSASSIN leave a review on Amazon or B&N to enter to win.  I’ll choose a name at random from the people who leave reviews.  Each review you leave is a chance to win the set.  Already left a review?  You rock!  We can’t leave you out – simply leave a comment on this blog post and your existing review(s) will be entered.

There will be more give-a-ways each month.  At least that’s my plan!  I’ll have signed books, kindle skins, nook skins, and more awesome stuff!  To make sure you don’t miss anything, sign up for the newsletter by clicking here.

MORE FUN STUFF!

You ever get to the end of a good book and think, I wish there was more… just another kiss, just another smoldering look… It can’t be over yet!

Well, here’s your chance to get more.  Once SCANDALOUS reaches 50 reviews on Amazon, I’ll post an extra sizzling hot scene between Jack and Abby for free on the blog!  Eeep!

We are almost there!  Only 30 reviews to go!

Psst! Haven’t read it yet?  SCANDALOUS is on sale for $3.99 through the weekend.

   

More?  You want more?  Okay!  Once DEMON KISSED reaches 100 reviews on Amazon, I’ll post bonus content.  There was a scene between Ivy and Collin that was deleted for being too steamy before it went to press.

Long story.  It had to do with agents, publishers, blah blah blah.  Anyway, it was removed from the manuscript.  I’ll post this extra chapter for free on the blog when we hit 100 Amazon reviews!  We’re almost there!  Hooray!!!

DEMON KISSED is on sale for $0.99 this week!

    

On August 31, check back on the blog for the name of the winner of the signed set of Demon Kissed books.  It will be announced on this post.  Winners need to claim their prize within 72 hours of being announced.  US only.  No cash value. Lemme know if you have questions.

Good luck!

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Sneak Peek of TRYST by Ella Steele (A Short Erotic Romance Book)

erotic romance, bdsm short story, erotica, romantica, short sexy storyHere’s a free sneak peek at TRYST!  Enjoy!

A black skirt is draped over my knees; a shiny cello rests in between.  My dark hair is pulled away from my face into a tight chignon at the base of my neck.  Pressing firmly on the metal strings, my fingers glide over the ebony fingerboard.  My wrist glides my bow across the cello.  It makes a melancholy sound that feels like it’s being torn from my heart and projected through the wood.  My stomach is twisting over and over again.  I know this music by heart.  I know my part.  I know what to expect from the orchestra playing in the shadows of the stage that surround me.  But him.  He’s not supposed to be here.

I swallow hard, glancing up at him when he isn’t looking.  His has dark hair falls into his eyes as he plays.  That violin—the one I remember—it’s pressed to his neck, leaning softly against his broad shoulder.  He looks too rugged to be playing such a delicate instrument.  I’d always thought so, but he plays like his muse lives within the wood of that violin. His bright blue eyes are closed as he sways to the music.

Suddenly, I catch him glancing at me from over his music stand. Golden light spills over his face highlighting the angles of his cheeks. He looks from under those dark lashes with those piercing eyes, and I can’t breathe.  I’m caught in his snare.  He peers over the top of his violin at me as he plays.  The conductor stands between us swaying his arms, prompting the other musicians, keeping us in sync with the people on the stage.

Continuing to slide my bow across the strings, I play.  Every second that ticks by feels like eternity.  I think about what I’ll say to him after work is done, after we’ve packed our instruments into their black cases.  Courage locks my eyes with his.  Our gazes burn in the shadows of the stage, our eyes speak words neither of us has the courage to say—words that have gone unspoken too long.  If I could take everything back, I would.  If there was a way to start over, to show him how much I missed him, I’d take it.  My heart races faster. I slide my fingers slowly over the neck of my cello.  Each note plays like a gentle caress, and I wish that I could touch him so softly one last time.

Subtle stubble lines his cheeks.  As we play, his eyes remain locked on mine.  Regret pours through my heart and pumps through my body.  Although I’m surrounded by music, I don’t hear it.  Instead, I hear our last words—the exasperation in his voice.  The sharp pain shoots through me again, but it’s dulled by time and remorse.

I had let him leave.  I had let him walk away without an explanation.  Without a word.

The conductor turns toward my section, prompting us with a wave of his hand to play louder.  I break our gaze and feel the pit of my stomach sink, and play as I’m commanded.  The music floods my soul and spreads through every inch of me.  My body rocks gently as I grip the cello tighter with my knees, holding it in place.  My fingers dance down the fingerboard in long slow strokes, rocking to make the sound resonate.  It spreads to the people sitting in their seats who are diligently watching the actors on the stage above us.

I concentrate, trying to force him out of my mind, trying to push out the sound of his voice and the memories of his laughter.  I play on and he doesn’t look up at me again.  We’re two people that are so close together, but we are still so far apart.  It feels like someone is squeezing my heart.  My body flushes and heat snakes up from deep within my belly.  It tastes bitter, like so many things needlessly lost.  That’s what he is.  That is what he represents—everything that could have been—the life I threw away when I let him go.

I can’t stand it anymore.  For the past three years, I’ve been living my life in ‘what-if’ mode, wondering.  I’m always wondering what if I did this differently, what if I kissed him, what if I told him what I wanted?  What if…?  I asked myself these questions until there were no questions left to ask.  The answer was always the same—I’ll never know—not unless he crosses my path again.

Swallowing hard, I look up at him.  His eyes are lowered, sliding across the music on the stand in front of him.  Michael crossed my path again.  It was fate, luck, or destiny—whatever you want to call it, it meant the same thing—it meant I was given a second chance.  Hope filled my chest, as I realized what I wanted to do.  As soon as this show is over, I’m going to talk to him.  At the very least, I want to see that he’s all right, but my stomach twists hoping for more, hoping that he still feels something for me.

After the last note is played, I feel a rush wash over me.  I’m nervous.  My body shakes when we are dismissed. Rising, I take my cello backstage and pack it up.  Michael is behind me.  I feel his eyes on my back.  I take a deep breath and place my cello in the case, and stow my bow.  Pressing my lips together anxiously, I turn around.  The small space is crammed full of people wearing black and white, putting away shiny instruments, but Michael isn’t there.  He’s gone.  My gaze falls to the floor as all the hope drains from my body.  Throwing the strap across my shoulder, I lift my case and walk out of the theatre and down the street into the balmy night.

It’s hotter than usual.  Tugging the cello home tonight ensures I’ll be covered in sweat.  I unbutton my collar revealing a choker and delicate silver chains that disappear beneath.  I think back to the last time I saw him and realize that I’m not the same girl anymore.  He saw it in me, but I denied it.  I thought I had to be something else—someone else.  I didn’t understand then, but I do now.

Dread fills my legs, making them feel like lead.  I walk slowly, shouldering my way between people on the sidewalks.  I feel eyes on me, but when I turn to look I don’t see who it was.  There are always people in the city.  It doesn’t matter what time it is.  I run my hand over my neck, smoothing my skin.  Ignoring the sensation, I walk on.   Neon signs blaze around me in a kaleidoscope of color, blinking reds, greens, and blues on my pale skin.  My face is a blank mask.  I look at everyone, and see no one.  I just want to go home, but I’m so hungry.

My feet slow as I walk past a deli.  At the last second I turn and head back for the door, nearly knocking a few people over in the process.  My cello case is clutched to my shoulder like a purse.  I pull it closer to my body to avoid giving someone a concussion.  I push through the door and get on line.  As I’m scanning the menu, thinking about what to order, I feel that tickle on the back of my neck again.  My hand flies to the spot and I turn slowly.

When our eyes meet, my breath catches in my throat.

“Ashley,” he breathes.  Michael is standing behind me, his blue eyes pinning me in place.

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RELEASE DATE: JULY 13, 2012 (ebook format only)

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Sneak Peek: VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE: BANE (Book #1) by H.M. Ward (Paranormal Romance)

Sneak Peek: Chapter 1 of VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE: BANE (Book #1) by H.M. Ward

That day lingered at the back of Kahli’s mind like a nightmare. The memories and emotions bled together, making every terrorizing moment painfully clear.  Kahli and her mother were not halfway through the crystalized trees when the first ray of light burst forth. Icy pines jutted up out of the ground forming towering spires. Kahli remembered everything: The crisp scent of the morning air, the sunlight on her face, her mother’s voice—even and urgent—telling her to stay hidden. Every piece of information was stored with acute detail in her mind.

Making their way down the icy slope of the mountain had taken longer than expected that day.  It was nearly ten years ago now.  She was barely seven. Just after they’d entered the woods, Kahli’s mother turned sharply. Instinctively, she grabbed her daughter’s hand, and searched the landscape behind them. Mother’s heart stopped. The Trackers were too close.  If she didn’t do something, they would both be captured.

Her grip on Kahli’s small hand tightened. Leaning closer to her daughter, she whispered in her ear, “Run.”

Kahli blinked, shaking her head. It felt like she was stuck in a dream and time had stopped.  Her mind couldn’t comprehend what her mother had done.  What she said. This couldn’t be real.  But it was.  Mom ran directly toward the Trackers, leaving her behind.

Ignoring the terror that rushed through her tiny body, Kahli finally turned and sprinted in the opposite direction.  The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears as she gasped in the frigid air.  Cold dry wind whipped her small cheeks.  Kahli’s spiked shoes cut deep into the glittering snow, but they left no foot print, only tiny holes left by the spikes.  They would soon be covered with the dry powdery snow that blew through the air like dust.

Kahli ran until the stitch in her side felt like it was going to burst.  Her legs screamed in protest, burning, begging her to stop, but she didn’t.  She couldn’t. Sucking in huge breaths, Kahli ignored the needles pinching her lungs and fled.  She didn’t look back.  There were no sounds other than the thumping of her heart and the howl of wind ripping through the trees, nothing that indicated pursuit. She didn’t know what her mother heard, but she knew without a doubt that there was danger behind her, and that her mother had run straight into it.  Kahli stumbled, forcing her feet to continue.

The brightness of the frozen trees shone in her eyes like a thousand suns, blinding her.  They should have passed through these woods earlier.  It was her fault they were here now, trying to escape from creatures that couldn’t be outrun. Her heart hammered harder, her small body filled to the brim with fear, shaking as she ran. The ski mask that covered her face to protect her from the wind made it difficult to see.  She’d nearly collided with a tree. It didn’t fit quite right.  The worn wool was slightly too large for her small head. Kahli untied her hood and tore off the mask. She decided it was better than slamming into one of the ancient aspens. Gasping for air, she shoved the mask in her pocket.  Fiery red hair streamed behind her as she fled.

Nearing the edge of the woods, Kahli slowed.  A sound carried through the trees to her left.  Jerking her head toward the noise, Kahli saw her mother rush through a thicket of briars, shattering them into tiny fragments as she thrashed her way through.

Breathless, Mother reached for Kahli, and shoved her into the frozen thicket.  The branches gave way without shattering, concealing the small child.  Leaning down, Mother breathed so hard that Kahli could barely understand her.  “Stay in there. Don’t come out.”  She put her finger on her lips, and backed away from her daughter’s frightened green eyes and small round face.

Mother was within reach when the Trackers burst into the clearing.  A large man with a thick coat that barely concealed his round belly said, “Thought you could escape, did you?”  He wore white like we did, so he could blend into the landscape.  The man moved towards Mother, who stood utterly still.  The dark-haired man examined her, sliding his eyes up and down her thin frame.  Her fingers fisted at her sides, ready to fight.  The man’s narrow eyes ignored the gesture.  Stubble lined his jowls, as if he hadn’t shaved for days.  He scratched his chin like he’d forgotten something.

A boy appeared next to him.  He couldn’t have been more than 8 years old.  His gangly frame seemed too tall for his thin body.  He was like the other man—pale with dark hair.  Stepping into the clearing, he stopped behind the man.  The boy appeared frail, but Kahli knew he wasn’t.  That boy was a Tracker, a vampire, like the fat man.

Kahli pressed her face to the cold ground, trying not to breathe.  She didn’t know what they were doing.  Tears stung the corners of her eyes as terror coursed through her veins, but she remained hidden as her mother said.

Mother held her chin up high, “I evaded you long enough.”  She’d lost her mask.  Wisps of dark hair blew gently away from her face.

He laughed, reaching into the bag he carried across his chest.  “Not much good it did you.”  He removed something that glittered in the sunlight.

Mother stepped away, ready to run.  But she didn’t want to flee and leave her daughter with the Trackers.  Even the boy was dangerous, but there were no other options.  When the man moved to wrap the gleaming metal around her wrists, Mother lifted her foot and stabbed the man in the leg with the spikes of her shoe.  A wild howl tore from his throat. The nails pierced his skin, leaving long deep holes in his flesh.  Blood covered his shin in long lines where metal met flesh and blackened blood poured down his leg.

The dark haired boy came to life.  He moved faster than she could see.  Before her mother got in another shot, she heard her hit the ground. A gush of air was forced out of her lungs when she fell on the packed snow.

The fat man reached for Mother, jerking her to her feet.  “You’ll pay for that.” Without another word, his hand collided with the side of her face.  The sound filled Kahli’s ears.  Her tiny stomach lurched within her, her small eyes wide and frightened.  His hand landed squarely on her mother’s jaw with such force that her head turned to the side.

Mother didn’t scream.  She just closed her eyes.  When she reopened them, she glared at him.

The man ignored her glare, and cast his gaze at every tree in the clearing.  The holes in his leg had already healed, but his pants were stained with blood.  The boy watched, standing nearby, his eyes scanning the trees.

He addressed the boy, his dark eyes searching the gleaming forest. “She doubled back.  There has to be a reason.”

The boy was quiet for a moment and then asked, “Do you think she has young nearby?”

Mother didn’t move.  Her expression remained the same.  Kahli’s heart was beating so fast within her tiny body that she thought they would hear it.  She stuffed her mittens into her mouth to keep from crying.  They’d find her.  They knew she was there.  Hidden at their feet.

The man nodded, his lips snaked into a grin, “It stands to reason…”

The boy stepped forward and began to move methodically through the clearing.  Looking between the branches in the frozen thickets, his ungloved hands pushed through thorns, bending back the branches.  The ice-covered brambles slid against his pale skin, but he did not bleed.  He continued pulling vines and branches, parting them and peering into the shadows until he was next to the exact place Kahli was hiding.

Kahli held her breath.  Her mother’s eyes were glued to the boy’s back as his hands were dangerously close to her daughter.  Mother’s entire body was stiff.  She swallowed hard, watching the boy get closer and closer.

Kahli’s heart slammed into her ribs.  Air wouldn’t come. She couldn’t breathe. The boy crouched, parting the thicket and bent down low.  He was standing just above her, his hands right above her head.  And then he stopped.  His blue eyes stared into the dark place where Kahli hid deep within the thicket.

His eyes locked on hers.

Kahli’s small body was frozen.  A scream was stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.  Her teeth were biting into her mitten, and she couldn’t stop.  Every part of her wanted to scream.

His blue eyes remained fixed on hers, but the boy didn’t move.  He simply stared. She wasn’t certain if he saw her among the shadows or not.  After a moment he turned away.  The branches flew back into place, concealing Kahli.

“There’s nothing here, but frozen thorns.  Whatever she had is gone,” the boy stated.

The man grunted, displeased.  “Then find her.  You know the situation we’re in.  Bringing in a wild female and her young would fix everything.  We’d be welcomed back by the Queen herself.”  He beamed, imagining it.

The boy nodded, dark hair falling in his eyes, “Yes, Sir.”  And he took off between the trees, tracking down a girl that was hidden right in front of him.”

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-Excerpt from VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE: BANE (Book #1) by H.M. Ward, a paranormal romance novel.  Release date: June 15, 2012.  Please note that this is not the final copy.  Changes may be made prior to publication.
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Signed Copies of THE 13th PROPHECY & STONE PRISON by H.M. Ward

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The ordering page on the official DemonKissed.com website has been updated to include ordering information for SIGNED copies of THE 13th PROPHECY and STONE PRISON.

There are a limited number of SIGNED first edition books.  If you want one, go grab it before they are all gone!

You’ll also notice that the site has been updated, if you haven’t been on it for a while.  The ordering page was streamlined, which makes ordering easier.  And the main site also had an overhaul.

To order SIGNED copies go to: www.DemonKissed.com/order.htm

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STONE PRISON (Twisted Tales #1)–A Gothic Fairy Tale by H.M. Ward

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Announcing the cover for my new line of Gothic-Poe style fairy tales!  The first book in the TWISTED TALES series is STONE PRISON.  These novellas are haunting stories that can be read in one sitting.  This dark tale is like the fables of old, with a twist.

STONE PRISON Description:

Bestselling author of the DEMON KISSED series presents TWISTED TALES. This new series of novellas have a Gothic feel with a dark twist reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe’s famous stories.

This dark tale is like the fables of old, with a twist…

While other seventeen-year-old girls are dreaming of marrying the prince, Ella is hoping that she doesn’t get caught. Ella is a thief, forced to live that way by the witch who slaughtered her father fifteen years ago. Since that gruesome night, Ella has been locked in a stone prison—kidnapped—with no chance of freedom. No one can escape from the witch. Ever. But this year, everything changes.

Release date: March 6, 2012

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