Haven by Celia Breslin Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Tranquilli Bloodline Series

Book One
Celia Breslin

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance



Publisher: Champagne Books


Date of Publication: July 2, 2013
ISBN:  9781927454473
Number of pages: 372
Word Count: 124K
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey
Book Description:
San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard, plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks her on her twenty-fifth birthday.
Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-lust flares, leaving her wanting more.
With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to have a love life…without getting killed in the process.
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Excerpt Carina and Alexander’s First Date
… My hands roamed from
his chest to his biceps. Smooth and solid, no hint of flab. Want you to wrap
them around my body while you take me from behind. My little fantasy expelled
the air from my lungs in a loud rush. Energy pulsed from my hands, hot and
bubbly. His muscles twitched in response.
“Adrian was amused I’d
followed a girl into the club.” His hands curved around my waist. “Until he
realized it was you. He told me who you were, but he wasn’t happy about it.”
“What did you do then?”
My voice wavered, his touch devastating, distracting.
His grip tightened. “I
“The law according to
Thomas. Your club is off-limits to all non-humans, except on Sundays. You
yourself are off-limits to all vampires every day. Or you were then, anyway.”
I frowned. “You’re saying
my uncle forbade you to see me?” This was so Romeo and Juliet. I didn’t like
it. That story never ended well.
A hand slid to my back,
pressing possessively. “Yes.”
I rolled my eyes. Thomas,
interfering in my life. Again. “How long did you obey?”
His eyes narrowed. “Too
long. But I sensed your presence after that whenever you were nearby. You spend
a lot of time in my neighborhood after dark.”
“Adrian said the exact
thing to me.” I bit my lip. Oops, now he knew I was talking about him. I felt
myself blush like a crushing teenager.
He grinned at my discomfort.
“You were hard to avoid. So I stopped trying. I showed up at the museum though
I knew Thomas would intercept me. But it was worth it, to have you finally see
me. I had to know.”
Talk time was over. We
stared. And stared. And stared some more.
His smoky blue eyes bled
to black and his power pushed at me, hot and hard, causing a response inside
me, like a rumbling volcano deep in my core. My eyes widened. Was this the
power my family had mentioned? No longer dormant and infinitely more intense than
a little static electricity in my palms.
Alexander crushed his
lips to mine. Need roared through me leaving me breathless with edgy hunger.
My hands burrowed into
his thick, silky hair, holding his head as if he might try to escape. He
growled his approval against my lips, his kiss growing more insistent. His
tongue explored my mouth. He tasted metallic, like the blood he’d consumed.
Again, I found I liked the taste. My tongue danced with his and delved into his
mouth, searching for more penny metal flavor. He groaned and tightened his
I thought we’d devour
each other forever, but Alexander stiffened and his head snapped up. His eyes
glinted black as night, wild with lust and…aggression? He bared his teeth in
a snarl, canines morphing into fangs. Long, sharp, lethal.
On instinct, I pushed
against his chest to get some distance between those teeth and my neck. He
ignored me, head whipping around to survey the room. A feral growl erupted from
his throat and he shoved me under the table.
My cries of protest were
drowned out by animalistic roars and breaking furniture. From my spot under the
table, I felt around on the bench for my coat, all the while keeping an eye on
the room. Dark blurs flitted back and forth, pieces of table and chair flew
by…Bingo. My coat. I searched the pocket for my phone. Once in hand, I hit
the button for my boys.
The fighting around me
stopped. The familiar techno ring tone of Mark’s phone broke the sudden
silence. He’s here?
The table above me was
tossed away. Steel hands grabbed my legs and dragged me, face down. I dropped
the phone and flattened my palms on the floor, trying to resist. One hand
bumped into a steak knife and I grabbed it. My assailant flipped me over and
lunged. I aimed for his heart but the knife plunged into his throat. …


About the Author:
Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for vampires, werewolves, and the Fae. When not writing, you’ll find Celia editing for others, exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.
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The Blood Race
The Blood Race Trilogy
Book One
K.A. Emmons

Genre: Young Adult/SciFi/

Paranormal /Urban Fantasy / Time Travel

Publisher: K.A. Emmons

Date of Publication: July 27, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-7321935-3-6
Number of pages: 321
Word Count: 104,000
Cover Artist:  Stuart Bache
Book Description:
All Ion Jacobs ever wanted was to be normal. But when you’re capable of killing with your very thoughts, it’s hard to blend in with the crowd.
Running from his past and living in fear of being discovered, Ion knows he will never be an average college student. But when Hawk, the beautiful, mysterious girl next door unearths his darkest secret, Ion’s life is flipped upside-down. He’s shocked to discover a whole world of people just like him — a world in another dimension, where things like levitation, shape-shifting, and immortality are not only possible… they’re normal.
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Book One:
I had no idea
where I was or who I was really speaking to, in fact. Up until the car
incident, Sensei had simply been “the crazy old guy next door.” Now he was
beginning to feel like my only connection to sanity. I had no reason to trust
him, but something in me gravitated towards it.
“Sensei, how did
you know about me?” I asked. “Hawk said that you’ve been watching me—how did
you find me? How did you know about my powers?”
His deep-set
eyes studied my face. “You still have not answered the question.”
I held his gaze
for a moment, then let go of a sigh. “I don’t know the answer to your question.
I don’t even know who I am.”
“Would you like
to know who you are?” I nodded slightly.
“Then that is
the answer to the question,” he said. “You wish to learn who you really are.
Where you have come from. And it is for that reason that you have been brought
“But why?” I
“Because you
were created to protect that which is to come, Ion.”
I thought about
it for a moment before shaking my head. “I don’t get it.” “Every generation to
walk the earth has, hidden within its repetition and
pattern, a few
who will resist. A few who will realize that they are inherently different from
others,” Sensei replied. “Most will follow the pattern cut through the density
of the forest, because they are afraid to stray from that which is familiar.
But a few will stray—the anomalies. Those who recognize their own powers and
allow their abilities to guide them.”
There was that
word again. The word that had provoked me to the point of driving a knife
through Hawk’s hand only hours before. Coming from him, though, it didn’t have
the same effect.
“I created this
dimension to protect you. Because you are the only ones who have awakened to
protect the future from what it has become.”
“How do you know
what the future is going to be like?” I asked. “You talk about it like it
already exists.”
“Because,” he
said, “I have seen it.” “You’ve seen the future?”
Sensei nodded.
“So this whole…”
I looked for the right word. “Dimension. You created it?”
“I am it.”
I stared at him.
“Wait, what?”
“When you healed
Hawk, when you altered reality with your very thoughts, you projected that
which is within you into that which is without. When you practice that for
eternity, this,” he gestured towards our surroundings, “is the result.”
“You’ve found
every one of us… every one of the anomalies?” “From past, present, and future.”
My head was
starting to hurt.
“You were the
one who fixed my face, weren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Sensei nodded. “I
could imagine how much it hurt.”
“Yeah, well. You
imagined correctly.” I laughed mirthlessly. “God, this is
“It is your
choice to make, Ion. Hawk will teach you how to utilize the portals, and you
may come and go.” He folded his hands. “Or you may return to your world
permanently—but you must tell no one what we have discussed or what you have
seen here.”

“I want to
stay,” I said, without hesitation, surprising myself.

Worlds Beneath

The Blood Race Trilogy
Book Two
K.A. Emmons
Genre: Young Adult/ SciFi / Paranormal /
Urban Fantasy /Time Travel
Publisher: K.A. Emmons
Date of Publication: July 1, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-7321935-1-2
Number of pages: 389
Word Count: 106,000
Cover Artist: Abbie Emmons
Book Description:
I used to think that seeing was believing, but now, as I struggle to stay alive below the ravine, I begin to realize that – good or bad – I will see whatever I believe.
“Who are you, Icarus, that the earth opens its mouth to receive your blood?” Sensei’s words were my last thoughts before I fell into the bottomless ravine, plunging toward my own death, and bringing about Hawk’s at the same time. Or so I thought.
I woke up underwater. I awoke in a strange and unfamiliar world, filled with maze-like forest, shadows, and nightmares seemingly as vivid and dangerous as reality. I had no idea who I was, or how I got there – I couldn’t remember anything, until I remembered her: Hawk. The other half of my soul.

I knew that in order for her to stay alive, I had to survive and find a way out. But that’s easier said than done when you’re trapped in a realm as deadly as your every thought – and dominated by a hierarchy of ravenous wolf packs.
Alerted by a dream, I realize that Hawk has left the Dimension to come find me. For an instant, I rediscover hope. But that hope quickly burns to ash when I realize that we may not be the only ones down here. Someone else with a thirst for her blood may have survived the fall too. And I may have just lured her right into the jaws of a predator even fiercer than the wolves.

Book 2:

I would be lying
if I said I wasn’t scared. The very things that were potential beacons of hope
were also bright red warning flags. There was no way for me to know what I was
walking into.
I waited until
nightfall. Until the sky was dark and the stars were like sparkling pinpricks
in satin overhead. I watched him light a fresh fire after failing to rekindle
the last, using two rocks. It reminded me of my own newly acquired ability to
channel fire. When I thought about it, I could practically feel the heat
tingling in the tips of my wings.
He sat down,
cross-legged, by the fire, and the black wolves dispersed into the woods,
seeming on edge as the starlight flickered down through the trees. I heard
distant howls on occasion.
The young man’s
features were illuminated by the crackling fire. He seemed to have all but
forgotten I was there. He held a small journal in his hand and seemed to be
writing or making a sketch with charcoal.
Finally, he rose
again and went inside the shelter, and the opportunity for me to make my
entrance presented itself.
I left the
branch and flew several yards into the forest. I landed softly on the ground
below and transformed back into my human form. I didn’t want him to know I
could shift; that had to remain a secret.
I straightened
my clothes and took a shaky breath.
I slowed to a
halt at the very edge of the clearing, waiting to see if and when he would
emerge from the shelter. When he didn’t, I finally stepped forward into the
I walked farther
in towards the flickering shades of yellow and orange. The snap of a twig under
my foot disrupted the chorus of crickets and the distant, occasional howls. It
was enough to cause an audible stir from within the shelter. A moment later the
curtain parted. The dark eyes met mine from across the flames. He stared at me
like someone who hadn’t seen another living soul in a hundred years.
He stepped out
completely. The connection between our eyes didn’t falter.
“Who are you?”
he asked, in a curious voice edged with an accent. “Where did you come from?”
I pulled in a
deep breath, debating what kind of cover story to give.
“The wolves,” I
replied slowly. “I followed one of the black wolves, and it led me here.”
I swallowed,
watching his expression closely. “Where exactly is this place?” I asked.
He stared at me
for a moment longer, seeming puzzled by the question, and then he looked around
us. “Must everything have a name?” He seemed to be musing more than asking. “It
is reality. I know nothing beyond it.”
“Nothing?” I
questioned. “You’ve always lived here?” He nodded. “It certainly feels like
“Are you alone
here?” He nodded again. “How is that possible?”
He shrugged,
turning his attention back to me. “Could I not ask the same of you?”
He could indeed.
I struggled to
come up with something to say.
“I awoke in a
place like this, but covered in snow.” I thought back to the tunnel in the
embankment. “And then the wolf led me here. The wolves you talk to.”
He studied me a
moment longer and then smiled. “I talk to them because they are mine.”
He knelt beside
the fire, picking up the journal and closing it. “It is hard for you to
understand, but if you stay, you will learn that no one knows where exactly
this place is.”
He paused to
pick up a stick with which he began prodding the fire. “And no one knows how to
leave,” he said, seeming to muse once more to himself. “Or should I say,

I watched him
for a moment. “I don’t want to stay.” “You wish to find your way home, then?”

About the Author:
When she’s not hermiting away in her colorfully-painted home office writing her next science fiction, passionate story-teller Kate Emmons is probably working on the nonprofit organization she founded, Blue Freedom. An organization designed to teach students and young adults about whales and dolphins and the importance of keeping them in the wild.
Katie’s other passions include traveling, hiking, and surfing, which she also loves to blog about.
She lives in the often-snowy hills of rugged Vermont with her husband and dog named Rocket.

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The Meadows by London Clarke Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Recipe for Chocolate Swamp Pie
2 cups flour
¾ cup Crisco
dash of salt
1 egg and 4-5 tablespoons of ice
1 teaspoon of vinegar
Mix salt and shortening in with flour.
Mix together with spoon. Beat up egg with fork and add to mixture. Scoop
tablespoons of water into the mixture. Add tsp of vinegar. Mixture will be
stiff. Chill for 2-3 hours. Cover with saran wrap until ready to mash into a
pie pan.
1 stick of butter
1 cup of sugar
2 eggs beaten
2 tablespoons cream
1 teaspoon vanilla
1and1/2 squares of baking
Melt butter and chocolate. Beat
eggs, add sugar, beat well. Add cream and vanilla.
Mix well. Add melted mixture and
mix all ingredients together. Pour into unbaked crust.
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The Meadows
Legacy of Darkness
Book One
London Clarke

Genre: Gothic suspense; supernatural thriller

Publisher: Carfax Abbey Publishing
Date of Publication: October 2018
ISBN: 9781386765233

Cover Artist: Stephen Lee Designs
Tagline: Bed, breakfast, and blood.
Book Description:
A decades-old murder. A strange, blood-thirsty cult. And a house full of spirits.
It was supposed to be a new beginning, a fresh start in the Shenandoah Valley, where Scarlett’s memories weren’t riddled with drug addiction and rehab. But after purchasing an abandoned house with a checkered past in the hopes of transforming it into a luxury bed and breakfast, strange things start to happen. Disturbing voices and noises interrupt her new life. Strangers appear to her, bearing cryptic warnings. A tunnel is discovered underneath the house—one historically used for a local cult’s rituals. After several of Scarlett’s guests are hospitalized after visiting the underground, she finds herself targeted by violent spirits.
Driven to the edge of despair, Scarlett vows to fight back—but she has no idea what she’s really battling. And her nightmare is just beginning…
The Meadows is a gripping supernatural thriller in which the monsters may be vampires, demons, or flesh and blood. It is a nightmare that will make you believe it could easily happen to you.
About the Author:

Obsessed with vampires and haunted houses from a young age, London grew up reading gothic tales featuring romantic and tragic heroes. Wuthering Heights and Dracula are her favorite novels, and although now happily married, she readily confesses that she is a recovering runaway, who once moved to England in search of a man who was the perfect amalgamation of Dracula, Hamlet, Heathcliff, and Mr. Rochester. London holds a B.A. in Music and M.F.A in Creative Writing. She’s had an eclectic array of jobs including receptionist, legal secretary, literary assistant, high school English teacher, and freelance editor.
London lives in a Washington, DC suburb with her husband and three greyhounds. She’s happiest when she’s writing novels, reading books, or binge watching her favorite programs like The Vampire Diaries or Being Human.

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