Dead Girls Don’t Cry by Casey Wyatt


Suddenly, I wasn’t the biggest, baddest thing on the block.


They always traveled in packs. Enough of them could take me down. Revenants were

cousins to vampires, undead beings with too much spirit. Essentially ghosts with physical reality.

I picked up the pace, steering toward the middle of the street and well away from dark

corners. If I had a heart rate, it would have been pounding. My blood was rare and prized. One

sip and the revenants would keep me alive to serve as a drink dispenser.

I fished through my bag. Where was my cell? Jonathan would come. Provided I could

find the damn phone.

Meaty thwacks rang out in the alley as I passed by.

Do not look.

A soft oomph, followed by a clipped English accent, “Try that again, bastards.”

I looked.


A lone and gorgeous male vampire had been captured. Three revenants had him pinned

against the wall. Two held his arms and one pinned his legs. Three more surrounded him like a

pack of knife-wielding hyenas.

The vampire snarled. Long fangs bared, presumably pissed off at his capture. With his

sculptured physique, he could handle the situation. Right?

None of the baddies had noticed me yet. I could leave.

Another punch landed, connecting with the vamp’s mouth. The crack echoed in the alley.

Liquid splattered, followed by cruel laughter.

The vampire hottie spat, his lip broken. Blood trickled down his jaw, seeping into the

stark white collar of his button down shirt. “Think twice before you cut me, mate. I’ll smash all

of your fucking heads in.”

“Shut up, meat.”

One added, “I’m so scared,” before swinging his knife and tearing a gash in the

vampire’s chest. The pack laughed. A revenant approached the vampire with IV bags.

Crap-a- roni, now I had to get involved. They planned to bleed him out. That’s what

revenants did. They took a vampire’s blood and drained him or her dry. The blood was then sold

to the highest revenant bidder. They believed our blood could remove the excess spirit from their

bodies, returning them to their true vampire form.

Problem is—it’s a myth. There’s no way for a revenant to become a vampire, any more

than I could become a zebra if I wanted to. These guys were zealots. Deranged lunatics.

“This is your last warning, blokes,” Mr. Sexy English accent said. I tried not to shiver at

the sound of his rich voice. Heady whiffs of his sweet scented blood drifted my way. Like a fine

wine, the smell promised a delicious and satisfying taste. Saliva pooled in my mouth. My fangs

dug into my bottom lip.

“Well lookee here!”

Damn. I should have run when I had the chance. The pack turned in my direction, their

faces eager for more blood. I cringed under the gaze of the hollow-eyed, pale-skinned nightmares

who all wanted a piece of me.

The nearest one licked his gray, rubbery lips. “Yum. Dessert.”

I was too stupid to live. Why didn’t I run? My feet were frozen to the spot. I did the

lamest, girliest thing possible. I swung my purse. And connected. A solid hit to the nuts.

The revenant shrieked, clutching his junk. “Bitch!”

The male vampire bucked, tossing the revenant off his left arm. Partially free, he ripped

the arm off the other revenant before the thing could even react. With balled fists, Mr. Hottie

crushed the skull of the captor holding his feet.

“Don’t stand there like a daft pony!” the vampire scolded. He snapped the neck of the

nearest revenant, then motioned. “Get out of my way!”

“What? Without my help, you’d still be trapped against a wall!” I ducked and stepped

aside, narrowly avoiding the gray-lipped revenant who had thought I was dessert.

“The rubbish bin would be more help than you!” Mr. English silenced two more

revenants with brutal, neck-twisting efficiency.

“Oh really?” What a prick.

The revenant recovered from the nut bash and charged me again. His fingertips knocked

off my ball cap. I kicked him in the stomach, grabbed the garbage barrel and slammed it over the

revenant’s head as he honed in on me. The plastic bin wouldn’t kill the thing, but he couldn’t see


“Pathetic,” the vampire said.

Mr. English and I watched as the last revenant bounced against a brick wall before falling

over, his legs scissoring.

“Time for this one to bugger off as well.” Mr. English yanked off the barrel and snuffed

out the revenant with a bone-shattering blow to its head.

One by one the corpses disintegrated into dusty husks. A breeze blew through the alley

and scattered the remains. Gray vaporous clouds floated around before dissipating into the air.

To a passerby, the revenants’ final passage would look like dirty car exhaust.

“Well, I’m off then. Have good evening.” He brushed dirt off his tailored trousers. “Sod

it, they scuffed my shoes. And this shirt is ruined.”

“Yeah. What a tragedy. You’re lucky. You could have been a revenant Slurpee.”

He sniffed at the suggestion. “I was never in any real danger.”

“You could have fooled me,” I retrieved my ball cap from the grimy sidewalk.

A late afternoon sunbeam penetrated the alley, illuminating the vampire’s blue-green

eyes and highlighting the fine bone structure of his face. I tried not to gawk.

I gathered my tangled hair and mashed it under the hat. “Looks to me like they had you

pinned against the ropes.” Did I mention he was gorgeous? Like a cover model. An underwear

cover model. I cleared my throat. He was a total stranger, and while I bet he looked divine in

only underwear, I needed to stop ogling him.

When he stared at me and didn’t reply, I lamely added, “You know? Down for the


“I understood the reference, luv,” he said in his damn fine accent.

A man-shaped shadow shifted from across the street, forming a dark blot in the alley’s

entrance. We weren’t alone.


Dead Girls Don’t Cry
The Undead Space Initiative
Book 1
Casey Wyatt
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: August 18, 2016
ISBN-13: 978-1534902718
ISBN-10: 1534902716  
ISBN13: 2940153402147
Number of pages: 410
Word Count: 83,000
Cover Artist: Kim Killion, Inc.
Book Description:
Cherry Cordial, vampire stripper extraordinaire, spectacularly messes up her life with a single act of kindness. How could she have known when she rescued gorgeous rogue Ian McDevitt that she would be implicated in the vampire queen’s murder?
Soon, she faces the wrath of the entire vampire community. To escape retribution, she joins a settlement program to colonize Mars. Her choices are grim: hurtle through space to the red planet to face the unknown and possible death, or stay on Earth and face certain annihilation.
To make things even more complicated, a certain gorgeous rogue seems to be shadowing her every move…
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About the Author:
Casey Wyatt grew up in a mid-size Connecticut town where nothing exciting ever happened. To stem the boredom, she spent plenty of time reading fantasy and sci-fi novels and imagining her own adventures in her head. Not much has changed since she’s grown up, only now she shares those made up stories with her readers and earns a coin or two.  
Twitter: @CaseyWyatt1
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Immortal Billionaire

Jane Godman
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
Date of Publication: November 1, 2016
Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 80 000
Cover Artist: Harlequin
Book Description:
Dark secrets and unquenchable desire collide in this captivating paranormal thriller…
Connie Lacey lives a nomadic existence. Alone. Safe. She can’t risk being found by the stalker who haunts her waking nightmares. Until an invitation from billionaire Sylvester de León—to spend thirty days with him on his private island, Corazón—proves impossibly tempting. But one look at the gorgeous host’s deep blue eyes, and Connie knows there is nothing safe about this paradise and the aristocratic man who calls it home.
The island is cursed…as is Sylvester himself. Yet something in him calls to Connie, ignites a desire that’s filled with raw, timeless need. But Corazón has many secrets, each more dangerous than the last. And in a place where everlasting love, the past and fate intersect, even death is only a beginning…
Available for Pre-Order
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About the Author:
Jane Godman writes in a variety of genre. Many of her stories are heavily tinged with the supernatural and elements of horror, with haunted characters tormented by dark secrets.
Jane writes paranormal romance for Harlequin Nocturne. Her Otherworld Series is set in a mystical land inhabited by many races, including faeries, vampires, lycanthropes, phantoms and gods. Unfortunately, the constant battles between these warring dynasties threaten to spill over into the mortal realm.
Jane’s series for Harlequin Romantic Suspense, Sons of Stillwater, will be coming soon. 
Jane also writes steamy historical romance for Samhain Publishing and her Georgian Rebel Series features compelling heroes who fight hard for the cause they believe in and harder for the women they love.
In 2017, Jane has a new paranormal romance series coming from SMP Swerve.
Watch out for her hot Arctic werewolves!
Jane lives in Cheshire, England, is married to a lovely man and is mum to two grown up children.


Her Black Heart by A.J. Norris


“What am I going to do with you?” he’d said.

Julia could think of a lot of things Raz could do to her. “You can do anything you want to


Ra’zael smiled and looked heavenward. A heady chuckle left his throat. “Anything? You

may want to reconsider that statement.”

All sorts of scenarios danced around inside her mind, things involving rope and leather.

Fantasies, yes, but fun to think about. “Uhhh…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The angel laughed quietly. She eased back into the seat

and decided to change the subject; after all, he’d just taken her virginity. No sense in being


“Why are your wings gray?” she asked. “Do you have Abaddon’s poison in you?”

“Taint. I never allowed him to kiss me, and as far as I know he didn’t.” He shrugged.

“Wings get dingy for lots of reasons. Probably because I was in Netherworld so long. I did bad


“Yeah, but to bad people, right?”


“Like what?”

Raz made an aggravated sounding growl. “Arghh…Julia. What’s this obsession you have

with wanting to know the specifics? I thought I was a demon and acted accordingly.”

“Just curious.” She shoved her hands inside the front pouch pocket of her sweatshirt. The

wad of cash from the Demon Ruler burned her palms. Julia took deep breaths as guilt panged her

black heart. She focused on Raz’s chest and tried to match his breathing pattern—steady and

rhythmic. Only his inhales and exhales were too long and the train car started spinning.

“You all right?”

Her head bobbled. “Hm…wha…”

“I asked if you were all right.”

“F-Fine…don’t I l-look all righ…” Julia’s words slurred and trailed off.

She woke up cradled in his arms. For someone who didn’t like to be touched, he certainly

did a lot of touching. Not being able to resist, she reached up with her hand to cup his cheek. He

veered his head away.

“Don’t,” he snapped.

Her bottom lip quivered. Why did she care? She was a monster.

He looked over his shoulder at the chair next to him. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“What was that…that sounded like an apology,” Julia said softly. He guided her head to

his chest and she sighed.

“What’s going to happen after we find the amulet?” My amulet.

“What do you mean?” he asked and relaxed his head back on the seat. “Let’s worry about

getting the necklace back first then we’ll talk afterward.”

I can’t talk later; I have to kill you.


Her Black Heart
Dark Amulet Series
Book Two
A.J. Norris
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: August 23, 2016
Number of pages: 345
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Designs
Book Description:
Julia Dunham is a monster. Her heart has been consumed by an amulet meant to create terror…
As a young girl, Julia received an amulet tainted by Abaddon, the Supreme Demon of the Netherworld, and the sigil slowly corrupts her heart. The power of the deceptive pendant gains the attention of her former employer, Maurice. He sends thugs to murder Julia and steal the amulet.
Immediately upon her death, Abaddon traps her on Earth, leaving her obsessed with retrieving the amulet. Julia must find a way to overcome her deadly obsession or be responsible for unleashing thousands of demons on humanity.
Ra’zael the Guardian fell for the wrong girl and lost his wings. He isn’t about to let it happen again…
Ra’zael is tasked with the mission of helping Julia overcome her compulsion to locate the amulet, though he’s reluctant to get involved. But as a fallen angel, he doesn’t have much choice—it’s the only way to earn back his wings. His fall from grace is still fresh in his mind, but despite his best effort, his passion for Julia can’t be ignored. He has to save her from herself.
Julia must make her own choices. Redeem herself or condemn Earth and her soul forever…
Despite Ra’zael’s warnings, Julia tracks Maurice and the amulet to Chicago. She has every reason to kill Maurice. He murdered her. He stole from her. Spending eternity in the Netherworld might be worth watching him die.
Ra’zael knows she still has goodness left inside her…he’s seen it. Julia just has to find it and fight the evil of…  Her Black Heart.
About the Author:
A.J. Norris is a romantic suspense and paranormal romance novelist.  She began writing as a way to dim down the voices inside her head. She enjoys being able to get inside someone else’s head, even a fictional one, and see what they see. Watching how her characters deal with difficult situations or squirm with the uncomfortable ones make the hard work of writing all worth it. She is a movie buff, especially book adaptations, loves watching her son play baseball and communing with other writers.  She lives with her family who are extremely tolerant (at least most of the time) of all her late nights behind the computer.