Witch Creek by Laura Bickle

Wildlands Series
Genre: Dark Fantasy 
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Date of Publication: Feb. 27,
ISBN: 978-0062567314
Number of pages: 384
Word Count: 88,160
Book Description:
the backcountry of Yellowstone, evil moves below the surface . . .
Nine of Stars comes the next chapter in Laura Bickle’s critically acclaimed
Wildlands series.
As the daughter of an alchemist,
Petra Dee has battled supernatural horrors and experienced astonishing wonders.
But there’s no magic on earth that can defeat her recent cancer diagnosis, or
help find her missing husband, Gabriel. Still, she would bet all her remaining
days that the answer to his disappearance lies in the dark subterranean world
beneath the Rutherford Ranch on the outskirts of Temperance, Wyoming.
Gabe is being held prisoner by
the sheriff and heir to the ranch, Owen Rutherford. Owen is determined to
harness the power of the Tree of Life—and he needs Gabe to reveal its magic.
Secretly, the sheriff has also made a pact to free a creature of the underground,
a flesh-devouring mermaid. Muirenn has vowed to exact vengeance on Gabe, who
helped imprison her, but first . . . she’s hungry. Once freed, she will swim
into Yellowstone—to feed.
With her coyote sidekick Sig,
Petra must descend into the underworld to rescue Gabe before it’s too late . .
. for both of them.
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Peering through
the cattails, she saw a man with a fishing pole, standing on an outcropping. He
seemed alone, caught in a bit of reverie, gazing at his line skipping along the
surface of the water.
She dipped below
the surface of the water, toward the shiver of the fishing line. With
green-spotted fingers, she lifted the struggling fish from the hook. The line
jerked away.
The man swore.
Muirenn lifted
her head above the water.
“Holy shit.” The
man stumbled backward. “I didn’t realize you were swimming there . . . I . . .”
His expression
changed from embarrassment to curiosity as he looked at her. The pupils of his
eyes dilated. “Who . . . are you?”
Muirenn gripped
the fish close to her chest, giving a small smile.
The fisherman
crouched on the rock, setting his pole beside him. “Wow. You’re uh . . . green?
Is that real?”
Muirenn cocked
her head and slipped forward a bit in the water. The edge of her tail skimmed
above the surface.
“Is that like .
. . one of those tails that the girls have at that park in Florida? For a movie
or something?” His suntanned brow wrinkled. “No. That’s real,” he decided.
“You, um . . . want the fish? You can have it.”
She was within
arm’s length of him. She released the squirming fish into the water.
“You wanted to
let it go? Look, I . . .”
The man talked
too much. She swam closer, tentatively.
The fisherman
looked at her, at her dappled skin and the dark rust hair spreading into the
water. She wouldn’t ordinarily have been so bold. The weight off her tail was
going to her head. She let him take in the black of her eyes, the gills on her
throat. He gazed in wonder, and his fingers twitched to a small square piece of
plastic on top of his tackle box.
“Can I take your
picture? What . . . are you?”
A smile played
across her lips, and she spoke to him in a silvery voice. “I’m the Mermaid.”
“Wow. I . . .
wow. I’m, uh, Norm. Do I, like, make a wish or something?”
“You can, if you
want. I’ll listen.”
She reached up
with delicate fingers to touch him. Her fingers brushed the pockets of his
fishing vest, playing with wonder over the bits and baubles there meant to lure
the attention of fish. The man forgot about his camera and stared, transfixed.
Muirenn reached
up for his collar . . .
. . . and
dragged him down into the water.
He splashed and
flailed. She brought him down—down to the bottom of the creek. It wasn’t so
far, but it was far enough for a land dweller. He couldn’t fight her for long.
He thrashed until his lungs grew heavy with creek water. He convulsed as the
lack of oxygen reached his heart and filtered up to his brain. And then he
Muirenn grinned,
showing row upon row of shark-like teeth. She ripped off his arm and began to
chew. It had been so long since she’d had anything but the errant fish that
wandered into her realm . . . this was a meal worth waiting for.
The creek ran


Red as the idle
red-and-white bobber drifting on the surface of the water.
the Author:
Laura Bickle grew up in rural
Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder
Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology – Criminology from Ohio
State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of
Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked
with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the
monsters under the stairs, also writing contemporary fantasy novels under the
name Alayna Williams.
Her work has been included in the
ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s
Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.
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Shadow of the Moon by Kwen D Griffeth


Shadow of the Moon
Shadow Series
Book One
Kwen D Griffeth
Genre: Fantasy/Murder/Romance
Date of Publication: Oct 31, 2017
ASIN: B075XCD516
Number of pages: 336
Word Count: 96042
Cover Artist: Stefanie Cassidy
Tagline: A Fantasy about Love, Murder, and Werewolves
Book Description:
The grisly murder of a diplomat’s son in Central Park draw NYPD Detective Gerald Meeker and FBI Special Agent Andee Trakes into a twisted and confusing investigation. Within hours, the evidence indicates the man was executed in the manner saved for werewolves. Andee Trakes is assigned to liaison with a history professor, who is an expert on folklore and legends.
Professor Alwyn Lloyd, handsome, articulate and successful, not only agrees the method of death was indeed an execution, he claims to be a werewolf. Andee is torn between the desire to date the man and the suspicion to arrest him.
From the initial killing in the park, a bloody spree is ignited that soon has Andee and Lloyd forced to work together to protect themselves and family members. 
Shadow of the Moon explores the world of werewolves and paints a picture of what is good about them, as well as bad. The story explains what is beautiful as well as ugly about the wolf.
The story is fast paced and full of interesting characters and several twists and turns to keep both the fantasy as well as the suspense and romance enthusiasts entertained.
“I’m Professor
Lloyd’s assistant. Is he expecting you?” Her smile never wavered, though the
hand dropped to her side.
“No, as I said,
I’m with the FBI, and we don’t normally make appointments.”
Miranda, with
smile still in place, walked to the door leading to the professor’s office as
she said, “Let me check with him, but I’m sure he will be able to meet with
you. I keep his appointment calendar, so I know he’s not overly busy.”
“Hey, I was here
first, and I’ve waited thirty minutes.”
Trakes turned
back to the office and noticed a blonde had stood to announce her displeasure.
She tried to show her indignation with the agent, but her glare fell short.
Trakes smiled at
the student and held out her FBI credentials for the blonde to see.
“I’m with the
FBI, sweetie. We get cuts.”
Behind her, she
heard Miranda say, “Sit down, Shelly, you know as well as I do the professor
won’t change your grade.”
Trakes turned
back to Miranda and waved the credentials one more time.
“These are
really the only announcement I need, but thank you. I’ll just pop in. Then the
professor and I will get acquainted.”
Before Miranda
could object, the agent turned and stepped through the door.
Her first impression
of the office was the desk. It was large, made of wood and appeared antique.
The floor was wood, with a large rug that covered most of it. Like the outer
office, this one was also wainscoted with dark wood paneling. Opposed to the
other space, this one was painted an off-white the rest of the way to the
10-foot ceiling. Again, keeping with the theme set by the outer office, this
one also had pictures and paintings on every wall. Bookcases, shelves and glass
cases flanked the desk, with two chairs centered in front of it. A two-person
sofa along the wall to the left and a coffee table finished the décor.
Professor Lloyd sat behind the desk.
He studied
papers with his head lowered, and her first glimpse of him took in the breadth
of his shoulders and his hair. It was thick and dark, almost black down the
center of the head, but shaded to grey by the time it reached the man’s ears.
It was combed back, but a natural part down the center caused it to fall to
each side. She wondered what it felt like, then forced herself to refocus.
As she stepped
through the door, Trakes announced, “Good afternoon, I’m…”
He looked up
from his papers.
The eyes were a
pale blue. Ice blue. The shade of blue used to sell breath mints, and her
intake of air seemed fresher as it travelled to her lungs. The eyes were hard
and unwelcoming. Andee wished she had waited to be announced. She stepped into
the room and tripped on the edge of the rug. She whispered a curse, caught her
balance, held her blush to a minimum and muttered an apology.
“I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have…”
Those eyes,
still focused on her, softened enough to indicate his irritation at the
interruption had grown into a mild curiosity. As he studied her, he allowed an
eyebrow to raise and his head to cant to one side. She suddenly felt exposed,
and her blush from the ungainly entry deepened. Her heart paused, and then
quickened. Her stomach tickled, then settled into nervousness. Her underarms
damped and a question about deodorant flashed through her mind. She tried again
to introduce herself, but discovered she had forgotten her name.
Her words came
in a small squeak. It may have been the squeak a mouse makes when she sees the
hawk dive, but it was certainly the squeak of prey. She froze. The corners of
his mouth turned.
“Uncle Alwyn,
you stop this. Stop it, right now.”
The commands
came from Miranda, and the professor looked past Trakes to his niece, who was
standing in the doorway. As he broke eye contact, Andee gulped air. She
realized she’d forgotten to breathe.
“Uncle Alwyn,
I’m ashamed of you,” Miranda continued, and she took Andee’s arm and assisted
her to one of the chairs in front of the desk. Andee smiled her gratitude as
she felt dizzy. She looked up at the assistant, who smiled down at her.
“Don’t mind my
uncle. He does that sometimes. It’s because he is an Alpha.”
“He’s a what?”
Andee felt as if
she was clearing a fog.
“He’s an Alpha,
and sometimes he takes advantage.”


“An Alpha? Is
that a fraternity?”
About the Author:
Winner of Readers’ Favorite Silver Award for Historical Fiction/Western, Kwen knew he wanted to be a writer when he was fourteen years old. He felt the urge when he finished Earnest Hemingway’s masterpiece “For Whom The Bell Tolls.” The story touched him in a way no other book ever had. It transported a kid born and raised on a farm and ranch in Idaho to the mountains of Spain. It took him back in time forty years to witness the Spanish Civil War. Kwen knew he wanted to share that wonder with other people.
John Lennon said, “Life is what happens while you make other plans.” While Kwen lived a full and varied life, his dream of writing remained in the back of his mind.
Finally, in 2012, he wrote a novella named Dear Emma. He self-published through Amazon and asked people to read it. “The best way to see if I can write is to let people check it out,” he said. Like it, they did. Currently, Dear Emma enjoys a 4.8 out of 5 stars rating on Amazon. 
Often asked what genre he writes, Kwen replies he writes stories about people and uses the genre that best fits the story. “I think of the genre, or setting as another character that interacts to help tell the story,” he says. 
His most often received and constant comment is how real his characters seem. Upon the completion of his historical fiction trilogy Sam and Laura books, a reader telephoned Kwen and directed him to write more stories about the couple. When asked why the reader was so adamant about more stories, he replied he “wasn’t ready to tell Sam and Laura good bye yet.” 
Kwen considers that comment one of his highest compliments.
Kwen’s books are getting some attention from the literary community. The Law of Moses, the Silver Award winner from Readers’ Favorite, and The Tenth Nail both received the Gold Award from Literary Titan Book Review. In addition, The Law of Moses was awarded five 5 Star Reviews from the reviewers of Readers’ Favorite.
Kwen’s books are available in several formats; e-Book, paperback, and audio. He invites you to check his writings out. Who knows? He might become your next favorite author.

Jinxed by Thommy Hutson


Jinxed Trilogy
Book One
Thommy Hutson

Genre: YA Horror/Thriller

Publisher: Vesuvian Books

Date of Publication: 3.13.2018
ISBN: 978-1944109127
Number of pages: 243
Word Count: 66k
Cover Artist: Sam Shearon
Tagline: High school can be a real killer
Book Description:
Break a mirror
Walk under a ladder
Step on a crack
Innocent childhood superstitions…
But someone at the Trask Academy of Performing Arts is taking things one deadly step further when the campus is rocked with the deaths of some of its star students.
Layna Curtis, a talented, popular senior, soon realizes that the seemingly random, accidental deaths of her friends aren’t random—or accidents—at all. Someone has taken the childhood games too far, using the idea of superstitions to dispose of their classmates. As Layna tries to convince people of her theory, she uncovers the terrifying notion that each escalating, gruesome murder leads closer to its final victim: her.
Will Layna’s opening night also be her final bow?
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          Excerpt 4

There’s no way
off the island until Monday,” Daniel said to Max, after returning from checking
the perimeter. He shook off his hat, which was slick with moisture. “What we
need to do—”
asshat,” Max exploded. He picked up the manuscript splayed out on the table.
The thing that had caused so much trouble, so much pain. So many secrets.
“You don’t get
it, neither of you,” he added, looking from Daniel to Parker and back again.
“It’s all right here in these pages. What’s going to happen, how it’s going to
happen. The messed up thing is we still don’t know why, and I blame McKenna for
that. If you two don’t do something to get us off this rock, one by one, we are
going to die.”
Max looked at
Layna, whose eyes roamed across everyone in the room. He knew she was thinking
exactly what he was.
Who would be
next? Who was doing this?
Max also
wondered who was going to help them, if not Daniel or Parker.
Nancy grabbed
the script from Max’s hands. “Jesus Christ, if you’re all gonna sit there and
act like Helen Keller, I’ll figure it out.”
“What I’d like
everyone to do is calm down,” Parker said calmly. “We’ll find everyone, stay
together, and we will get off the island safely.”
“You did a
bang-up job with Alice,” Max said. “If you had listened to me—” But he stopped
himself. More to the point, the lump in his throat stopped him.
Layna grabbed
his hand and locked her fingers with his, turning toward Nancy as she flipped
through the script. “Well?”
Nancy stopped
turning pages and slowly ran her finger across the lines of black ink. “It
isn’t specific,” Nancy offered, “but this is what it says.”
Parker stood.
“Before anybody starts jumping to conclusions, let’s remember this is a piece
of fiction.”
Max shook his
head in disbelief, even as he watched Daniel nod his. “It’s a piece of fiction
somebody wants to turn into a really cuckootown crazypants version of MTV’s
True Life,” he stated. “Maybe, ‘I Was a Teenaged Murder Victim?’ So, I’m all
ears, Nancy. Go ahead.”
Parker cocked
his head and Max felt the man was unhappy with the attitude he was throwing.
But Max didn’t care. And he didn’t like the detective.
Nancy read,
“Should the white hare cross the wayfarer’s path from right to left, his
journey will be disastrous.” When she was done she realized the room was
It was Daniel
who broke the stillness. “I thought a rabbit, at least the rabbit’s foot, was
It sickened Max
he hadn’t thought of it before. That his friend, their friend, was out there
alone, maybe hurt, maybe worse, and here they were, locked away safe and warm
and talking about their fate in a way that felt strangely, frighteningly
He turned to
Nancy and frowned. He knew she would be affected the most. “White rabbits?” he
“Oh, God,” Nancy
yelped, dropping the script. “Crosby’s next!”
About the Author:
Thommy Hutson is an award-winning screenwriter, producer, and author who is considered the foremost authority on A Nightmare on Elm Street. A graduate of UCLA, Thommy also wrote and produced critically acclaimed genre projects such as Scream: The Inside Story, Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy, More Brains! A Return of the Living Dead, His Name was Jason: 30 Years of Friday the 13th, and Crystal Lake Memories: The Complete History of Friday the 13th.
Thommy was born and raised in New York but now resides in Southern California with his husband and their cat.

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