Release Day Blitz Ditch Lane Diaries

Excerpt from Ruby’s Choice book one of the Ditch Lane Diaries

Ruby sat close to Reed on the drive back to Murfreesboro. There was a wintry chill in the

air, and the promise of snow lurked in the late October sky. The two-lane highway had double

yellow lines with no shoulder. As they approached the stretch of the road called Dead Man’s

Curve, Ruby looked up a second too late to see a deer run out of the woods and dart into the

highway in front of Reed’s car.

“Reed, watch out!” she screamed.

Reed was driving too fast to react and tried slamming on his brakes, but he hit the deer.

That was when everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Ruby heard the brakes screech and

smelled burning rubber. She heard the violent crunch of metal as the car skidded in the gravel

toward the ditch. She felt as if they were slowly floating through the air—and then, all at once,

everything sped up, as Ruby heard the deafening grind of metal, and the car flipped on its side.

Ruby’s head hit the windshield, and then there was nothing.

****

Reed woke to a coppery taste in his mouth and the smell of burnt rubber and antifreeze.

His head ached with intense pain. It took about a second for him to remember what had

happened. He looked down and found Ruby pinned underneath him. His car was flipped over on

the passenger side. A surge of adrenaline pumped through his body as he lifted himself off Ruby

and gently shook her.

Reed lifted her from the floorboard and held her in his arms. “Ruby, honey, wake up. Are

you okay?” There was no movement from her. He screamed, “Ruby, baby, can you hear me?

Please wake up, Ruby!” His hands shook as he felt for her pulse. Thank you, sweet Jesus! She’s

alive!

People screamed from somewhere outside, from the sound, there must’ve been at least a

dozen people at the scene. He heard sirens in the distance as people approached the car.

Brent yelled, “Reed, help is coming. We’re going to try and place the vehicle upright.

Can you hold on to something?”

Reed braced himself with one arm so he wouldn’t fall on Ruby. With his other arm, he

tried to secure her next to him, gently, so she wouldn’t hit the dash when the others flipped the

car upright.

Brent hollered, “On the count of three: One! Two! Three!”

The car flipped upright and bounced like a buggy. Reed cradled Ruby in his arms.

Brent opened the driver’s side door and started to pull Reed out. Reed screamed, “Wait.

I’m not leaving Ruby. Has anyone called an ambulance?”

Reed glanced up to see the distraught look on Brent’s face when Brent first noticed

Ruby. And then Brent fell backward, nearly falling. Ruby lay unconscious, almost lifeless in

Reed’s arms.

Brent regained his balance by placing his hand on the roof of the car. His voice quivered,

“Reed, I can see the ambulance lights now. The state trooper is here. Hey man, you’re bleeding

pretty badly.”

Nearing the brink of hysteria, Reed cried, “Jesus, I don’t care about me. I care about her.

I’m staying here with her.”

Someone handed Brent a couple of blankets, and his hands shook when he gave them to

Reed. Brent said, “You need to place this one over Ruby and the other one around you. The

paramedics are here.”

Equipped with two gurneys, one for Reed and the other for Ruby, the paramedics pulled

Reed from the car. He begged, “Please get Ruby first. I’m okay. Get Ruby out of the car.” Reed

was out of his mind with worry. He tried to punch one of the paramedics as they were pulling

him from the wreckage. He screamed and cried out, “Ruby! I’m here, darling! I’m not leaving

you, baby! I’m right here!”

Ruby lay unconscious.

 
Ditch
Lane Diaries
One-Volume
Collection
D.F.
Jones
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Angels
and Demons,
Metaphysical and Visionary, Fantasy
Angels
Publisher: Jones Media
Date of Publication: 2/07/17
Number of Pages: 635
Word Count: 220,913
ASIN: B01NAPBI0A 
Cover Artist: Amanda Northcutt
Jones Media
Book Description:
Angels and Demons Collide in the Ditch
Lane Diaries
The
Ditch Lane Diaries One-Volume Collection, includes Ruby’s Choice, Anna’s Way,
and Sandy’s Story, follow three best friends from college to adulthood while
navigating life’s journey, true loves and supernatural powers bestowed by The
Creator as The Chosen to fight in a six-thousand angelic war between good and
evil.
A Prophetic Dreamer, a Divine
Healer, and a Soul Reader.
The Ditch Lane Diaries follows
three childhood friends from college to adulthood.
An afternoon adventure uncovers a
hidden room and mysterious stones in Campbell Ridge cave unlocking their
supernatural powers.
The
prophetic dreamer, Ruby’s Choice
is a coming of age tale of firsts
including the angst of falling in love. Ruby’s Choice introduces the main
characters of the story while adding a splash of paranormal.
Anna’s
Way is the second installment of The Ditch Lane Diaries.
Anna is a
healer, and one of The Chosen Wards of The Creator.
However, Anna learns quick that
true love doesn’t come in a nice and neat package. She is in love with Jerry
but when she decides to go away to medical school things change.
In Anna’s Way, the Ditch Lane
Diaries characters evolve with adult problems. She meets her guardian angel,
Ralph, who teaches Anna how to use her gift to help others without drawing
attention to herself. Anna’s friendships and true love is the tie that binds
them together while facing supernatural battles against the master of all evil.
The
clairvoyant, Sandy’s Story is the last book of the Ditch Lane Diaries.
The fast-paced,
gripping thriller keeps the reader on edge, and the pages turning.
Investigative reporter, Sandy
Cothran follows a murder lead on Music Row which uncovers Luc’s Testament along
with a string of related crimes.
Sandy’s guardian angel, Baldric
is sworn to protect her but finds himself falling in love with Sandy which
breaks all the rules of heaven and places her in grave danger because Luc is
waiting in the wings on his given moment to pounce.
The Wards of Campbell Ridge fight
with Heaven’s Warrior Angels in an epic supernatural battle against Luc and his
demons to save one of The Chosen.
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About
the Author:
After graduating Middle Tennessee
State University, I landed a job as a broadcast consultant at the ABC Affiliate
in Nashville, which led me to open an advertising agency. Over the years, I
created many campaigns for my clients and still enjoy developing marketing
materials.
However, in December of 2010, I
became my parent’s caregiver. There’s nothing quite like facing mortality to
shake up one’s life. I began my writing my first novel in the late Fall of
2014.
Writing is a source of creative
expression but also releases stress. I know many authors that would disagree
with me. But writing takes me to a place where anything is possible, and
fiction takes me to places made of dreams.
I’m happily married to the love
of my life and my best friend, KJ. We have two gorgeous sons whom I love and
adore more than life itself. I love to laugh, and my husband keeps me in
stitches! I’m a fan of the Tennessee Titans. And I like getting my hands dirty.
Okay, get your mind out of the gutter. I like working in my flower gardens.
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Release Day Blitz Bound by Jen Colly

Excerpt:

Cleopatra was utterly trapped. She longed to close her eyes and block him out, but fear of

the unknown kept them wide open. The man had no weapon, couldn’t possibly mean to harm

her. Except, would he really need a weapon? She couldn’t fight him, wouldn’t even know where

to begin.

He studied her closely, and when his head tilted slightly, she noticed every bit of his

focus fixated on her neck. Not a murderer. He wanted to mark her, to bite her neck, leave the

wound to heal and forever bind her to him. This was why daughters of the aristocracy were kept

under a tight watch. The mark, unbreakable and indisputable, would give this man access to her

family’s wealth and prestige, and bind her to him until death.

He reached for her, head descending to her neck. Cleopatra quickly covered his target

with both hands. Tears gathered in her eyes, sorrow distorted her voice. “I don’t want this.

Please, don’t hurt me.”

The man rocked back as if she’d smacked him, and for the first time since he’d appeared,

he looked at her face. His eyes met hers and didn’t look away as he brought his hand to her

cheek and brushed away a tear. He saw her, truly saw her, and the adoration in his eyes sent a

completely different shimmy down her spine.

In one step, he crowded her, pressing his cheek against hers. “Could never hurt you. My

angel,” his captivating voice crooned, so close to her ear. He drew in a deep breath, his face

buried in her hair. Then he whispered, “My Cleo.”

She gasped. The shortened version of her name on his lips sounded strangely intimate, as

though he’d known her for years. The warmth rolling off his body kept her intensely aware of his

close proximity, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move to prove his intent. He didn’t

bite her, didn’t hurt her, and the sincere affection in his gentle touch left her so very confused.

Any other man would have bitten her, taken advantage of the opportunity laid before him. But

this man? His intent to bite her had been unmistakable, and he’d stopped because he…cared for

her? She didn’t understand.

His hand slipped from her face, dropped to his side, and he staggered back, moving as if

through a dream. He still watched her, but he swayed, that intense focus suddenly gone. The man

crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud.

Dragging in a long, shaky breath, she blinked away tears she’d been staring through. A

few more deep breaths, and she allowed herself to really look at him. He lay on his side, knees

slightly curled, motionless. Something was wrong with him. People didn’t just fall over.

Gripping the railing, which had swiftly become her personal anchor, she pointed her foot

and gingerly nudged his arm. When he didn’t move, she put more force behind the kick.

Cleopatra jumped as his hand fell away from his ribs, thumping onto the floor. Blood coated his

fingers.

He was bleeding? She’d missed the injury completely. The saturated, glistening spot had

been hidden under his hand and camouflaged by his black button-up shirt. He’d been so close

and she hadn’t… She glanced down at herself. Blood streaked across her pale blue gown, more

evidence of his severe injury.

The elevator doors slid open. Oh God, if someone were to see them together in this state,

what would they think? What would happen to her, or to him? Her heart hammered, panic

flooding through her as she peeked out into the main corridor of Sterling.

The white, gold-trimmed corridor stretched on, empty. The elevator doors slid shut, and

there it would stay, unless called. She might not have much time. Peering down at the

unconscious man, she tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

She’d mistaken his intent. He’d needed sustenance badly, and now he bled out, dying at

her feet. Because of who she was, he refused to harm her, to take from her. How did he have the

willpower to block his instincts from taking over, to stop from feeding?

Whoever he was, she had to save him. She dropped to her knees and pushed away any

lingering fear under her newfound resolve. Tugging his shirt from his dark jeans, she searched

for the injury. In the midst of his blood-slicked skin, the wound gaped open between his ribs. It

looked like he’d been slashed, the nasty gash a result of being on the wrong end of a knife. Just a

guess. She had no experience with this sort of villainy.

Her hand flew to her mouth. The murderer running loose in Galbraith used a knife. Could

this man be yet another victim?

“Can you hear me? What happened to you? Who did this?” She awkwardly patted his

whiskered cheek. His eyes fluttered open, then shut again.

“Balinese is safe.” His voice trembled, his words slurred without support from his

shallow breath. “Paris. Demons.”

Cleopatra’s fingers fumbled as she pulled away his shirt collar. Several teeth-like gouges

in his shredded skin oozed blood near his collarbone. Demons. They’d almost made a meal of

him, and he was a bloody mess, but the real danger came from that knife wound. It looked deep,

and if he’d been damaged internally and lost too much blood, he might not survive.

He needed blood now. She bit her wrist and pressed it against his mouth. His lips didn’t

part, and his body refused to respond. A rivulet of blood slid down his cheek. He’d die if she

didn’t fight for him.

 

 


Bound
The Cities Below
Book Two
Jen Colly
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical
Date of Publication: January 31, 2016
ISBN: 9781516101474
ASIN: B01FBZXSES
Number of pages: 200
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs
Book Description:
The streets are a battleground for humans, vampires, and demons alike—where survival is a skill, love is a weapon, and the most dangerous act is to care for another . . .
Keir is an assassin devoted to Lady Arianne, the last of her royal bloodline. He is sworn to protect her, and that means eliminating any threat to her life. But while on a mission, he is set upon by a pack of demons, barely escaping with his life.
Cleopatra lives by a set of rules so rigid she no longer knows her true self. But her kind and loving nature resurfaces when she finds a man, bloodied and dying. Moved to help him, she risks her future and her life to save a stranger far below her aristocratic station.
Their attraction to each other is as powerful as it is forbidden. But even as their love grows, Keir keeps his true identity a secret—and this lie is not the only threat to their love . . . or their lives.
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About the Author:
 
Jen Colly is the rare case of an author who rebelled against reading assignments throughout her school years. Now she prefers reading books in a series, which has led her to writing her first paranormal romance series: The Cities Below. She will write about anything that catches her fancy, though truth be told, her weaknesses are pirates and vampires.
She lives in Ohio with her supportive husband, two kids, one big fluffy dog, and four rescued cats.

 

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Simulation by M. Black

Excerpt:

I hardly notice my attraction, but my fingers have nudged their way onto the platform as

my chin tucks over the wood, and my eyes fix on the Givers moving speedily to and fro as if I’m

watching a coveted movie, though none inside of Iliad are as good as this performance. Attention

is drawn to my fingers when Jez approaches from my side and taps his foot at my forefinger. “If

it isn’t the Princess Thief. Have you come to take more goods?”

I almost gasp. The guards had a strict talk with him about not speaking with me, and

letting me take what I want—and yet here he is. Not that I expect that I should be able to do

whatever I want, but I certainly don’t expect a Giver to not follow orders.

I stumble my words. “Wha? I…I’m not here for that,” I defend poorly.

“Then why are you here? Isn’t that what you Insiders do best? Take?” Jez’s voice cracks,

as if the word take weighs particularly heavy on him.

“I’m not here to take anything,” I say as my voice quivers, hands tremble, and my eyes

flit around for focus.

“Then why are you here?” His brazen tone makes me uneasy.

The question stops me. I can’t be at all sure why I came, why I insisted on seeing Jez.

Curiosity? Passion? I hardly know. I only know there is something about him—something

mysterious— something different from all the rest of the boys of Iliad. Maybe it’s because he’s

been Outside, seen the world. Maybe it’s because he must be so brave to do so.

His eyes dig deep into mine, waiting for an answer I can’t give. So, I answer a little

shakily, “I just wanted to see the inner workings of the Center of Citigog Goods.”

Jez stares briefly, a smirk sliding across his face—not believing a word. Then he says

snidely, “Curious how the other half lives?”

“Why do you keep attacking me?” I grit my teeth, my fingernails scratching the wood of

the platform, my head fixed upward at Jez, sun glares hurting my eyes. “What have I ever done

to you?” His audacity surprises me. I should be used to it by now. Every time I talk with him, he

has nothing but ridicule for me. Still, I can’t wrap my brain around his disgust. No one speaks to

the princess this way.

“Attacking you? You call a few words an attack?” Jez shakes his head and ruffles his

fingers through his hair, releasing a loud huff of disbelief.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I press, keeping my eyes locked on his. He isn’t going

to get away with it this time. Not without an explanation.

Jez pauses, his eyes searching me, and I can see questions circling his mind. “You really

don’t know.”

“Know what?” My brow quirks, and he draws all my attention. I wouldn’t notice now if a

Citiguard stood beside me.

“Anything,” Jez remarks, and I’m not sure if he’s just being smart or if he really cares

about my so-called ignorance.

“So, enlighten me, oh Giver of all.”

He squats so that we are eye to eye, and his smirk becomes more of a sadness, his color

more of a pale crème, but his hair engulfs him—his square face and broad shoulders—as it falls

to his chest. Then, I regret what I’ve just said. I feel I’ve hit him somewhere deep inside where

even I didn’t intend.

“You live in your perfect princess castle, with three meals a day, and everyone at your

beck and call. Safe from danger, and from the truth.” His head lowers, and he looks like he is

about to cry, before he takes a deep breath and his head rises. “I won’t be able to enlighten you

with anything but misery. I’m not a Giver. I’m a survivor.”

“Survivor of what?” I ask, not sure if he even heard me ask the question, because at that

moment the dark-skinned man with the buffalo tattoo pushes beside Jez and tugs on his shoulder.

“Get going, Jez. Your tribe can’t handle another reprimand.” Jez looks at the dark man

and nods before he pulls away from me and straightens up to return to the Box Carrier. As Jez

walks away from me, the dark man hawk-eyes me. “You’re nothing but trouble for us. Why

don’t you crawl back to your castle?” The corner of his mouth curls up as he turns back to Jez. I

stand there, alone, lingering in questions. Survivor? Aren’t we all survivors of CR? What tribe?

Safe from danger, the truth?

Everyone I come to for answers turns into another blockade, but I won’t let curiosities go

unsatisfied this time. Jez knows something, something my aunt and mom know as well,

something no one wants to tell me. I’ll watch him, and wait. He’ll lead me to what I want to

know. He just has to.

 


Simulation
M. Black
Genre: YA SyFy Dystopian
Publisher: Eloquent Enraptures Publishing
Date of Publication: DECEMBER 16th, 2016
ISBN: 978-1539194675   
ISBN-10: 1539194671
ASIN: B01N0QLPHH
Number of pages: 380
Word Count: 85,000
Cover Artist: M. Black
Book Description:
SIMULATION is a fictional novel and is the debut release from Dystopian Thriller author M. Black.
A YA SyFy dystopia, along the lines of City of Ember meets CW’s The 100. This story will capture your heart and still won’t let go even at the end. Written in part while listening to Outside by Ellie Goulding, this story contrasts technology to nature, rich to poor, privilege to hardship, and illusion to reality.
“No one is getting in but whom we allow, and no one is ever getting out.”
Set in 2175 in Colorado, USA, where Citigogs are the new form of cities and citizens are kept under a careful population control, we meet Ilia the Princess of our main Citigog named Iliad, and Jez a Giver. As Ilia spends more time with Jez, she finds herself drawn to the Outside and ventures out of her Citigog only to learn that everything is not what it seems.
Fans of the Divergent and Hunger Games series will revel in this story about a strong, but disillusioned heroine who must become brave as she uncovers the truth about her world.
About the Author:
M. Black is a pen name of Ami Blackwelder.
M. Black is her dystopia and thriller line of books. Rebecca May is the pen name for her historical and contemporary line of books. Ami Blackwelder writes paranormal and sci-fi novels.
Her stories range from Tween and YA to NA (new adult), but focus primarily on YA. Growing up in Florida, she graduated UCF and in 1997 received her BA in English and additional teaching credentials. Then she packed her bags and travelled overseas to teach in Thailand, Nepal, Tibet, China and Korea. Thailand is considered her second home now. She has always loved writing and wrote poems and short stores since childhood; however, her novels began when she was in Thailand in her early thirties.
Having won the Best Fiction Award from the University of Central Florida (Yes, The Blair Witch Project University), her short fiction From Joy We Come, Unto Joy We Return was published in the on campus literary magazine Cypress Dome and remains to this day in University libraries around the USA.
Later, she achieved the semi-finals in a Laurel Hemingway contest and published a few poems in the Thailand’s Expat magazine, and an article in the Thailand’s People newspaper. Additionally, she has published poetry in Korea’s AIM magazine, the American Poetic Monthly magazine and Twisted Dreams Magazine.

 

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