Hey guys! Here's the deal: I'm looking to start doing more with this sexy-ass microphone of mine, so I'm gonna start making YouTube videos for GMTA advertising our books! I've drawn up a little sign-up form here of what I need to make one of these and, if all goes as planned, I should be able to do quite a few of them, which would mean a boatload of extra publicity for all of us, not just the people I make videos about. I won't do all of them quickly, so you may be in for a wait, but I'll do them as and when. If you're interested in having my smooth, sultry sounds do a spiel about your paperbound babies, fill out this form and post it in a response to this thread: Title: Series: Author name/pseudonym: (If you have a name that may be confusing to pronounce, please try to write a guide as to how it's correctly said) ISBN/ASIN: Release date: (if not already released) Formats: (paperback, Kindle, Kobo, Nook, etc.) Prices: (in all formats, $ only) Blurb: Brief extract: Review quote: Star ratings: (However many as you'd like) Genre: Ravenswood Press: Any other interesting facts or items like trailers or awards:
Prices: (in all formats, $ only) paperback - $14.24, ebooks - $2.99
A sleepy Hamlet on the east end of Long Island… A peaceful playground, but what lies beneath may change human civilization, even human evolution… Forever.
Danny, a self-centered playboy, has finally fallen in love. Or, is he an unwitting pawn in the young woman’s quest to save her ancient, secret world. How can he be sure of her motives, when even his own memories are suspect?
Danny, his best friend, Aaron, and Aaron’s girlfriend, Sarah, get caught up in a tangled web of sexual pleasure and deceit, as they try to save another society from impending extinction.
During Danny's misadventure, many will seek to destroy him. Others will give up their home world to help him. Yet, will they pay the ultimate price? A war is imminent, but how can the human race defend themselves from an unknown enemy?
Perspiring, Danny felt the heat from the disturbed magma float up. The beast still had its talons buried deep into his skin, which made it hard to keep his grip, as the moisture of his own sweat created a slippery surface.
With the stress of the struggle, the catwalk could take no more punishment. The dragotte ripped its claws out of Danny's back as the bridge gave way. The beast flew high up in the air, but it's barbed tail caught Danny in the side and fastened itself there. The animal had to forcefully pull it away, but left a piece of itself stuck inside Danny.
Reeglar threw her full force at the dragottes. As the force blast hit them dead on, they fell away, screaming. Danny sensed the stone under him crumble away, and in the next moment he was falling. There was nothing he could do.
It can't end like this! Danny thought.
Review quote: I liked reading this book very much! It was a great, fast and entertaining read. I can see it turning into a sexy, yet funny and dramatic film one day and I would be more than willing to read another book set in this world! Fans of fantasy romance may enjoy this book as much as I did!
Star ratings: (However many as you'd like) * I only have 4 reviews on Amazon (5*), and 2 on goodreads (4*), so it's not fair to judge.
Blurb: After a tragic event, Prince Ablias went from being the last born prince to being the crown prince of the wizards. As he is on the cusp of manhood, he is still deciding which type of magic to pursue for his studies. As he does this, he meets and befriends a tribal girl who shares his interest in plants and makes his life a little sweeter. Meanwhile, the man who massacred most of Ablias’ family has triplet nephews who each have unique ways of finishing what their uncle has started. Once his friend’s tribe becomes threatened by one of the brothers’ plans, Ablias must decide how to use his magic in order to save both the tribe and the royal family.
"C'mon," he said, "we have to get out of-" Before he could finish his sentence, a thin, black rope fell past his vision and wrapped his neck to an uncomfortable degree. The passageways that led to his stomach and lungs respectively close like a seal's nostrils; he was aware of every single compressed muscle in his throat, taking his mind off of the rest of his body. As he was gasping for air, he clasped his fingers to the rope to try and remove it. When he looked up at the strangler, he saw a human with orangey-red slicked-back hair and some of the fairest skin he had ever seen. He figured that his grin was either from his menacing thoughts or the force that he was trying to exert. Although Ablias could not see much of his jacket from his current position, he at least saw that it was as red as the blood that this man wished to shed. -p 48
Prices: (in all formats, $ only) Paperback $12.91 and Kindle $2.99
In book one, Blood Moon Werewolf witches, Conri Olcan and Saoirse MacKay are on the hunt for the bones of the original Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, Panteon. Cronus, the leader of the Vampire Coven will stop at nothing to prevent that from happening. Mike Hardy and Bentley Britt are caught in between these powerful beings. Will they become casualties of war? Or will they be more important than they even realize? Will Conri and Saoirse survive? Will Cronus succeed in stopping them? Follow this thrilling tale and enter the Variant World.
How he loved this part.
Nicholas Malloy had been a vampire for over two centuries and this still never got old for him, especially when he was joined by Winn and Lynette. When you had all of eternity, it wasn't often that you stayed with traveling companions for so long, but the three of them had just clicked. For over sixty years, they fed together and spent time with one another. The other two vampires were younger than he, neither having broken their first century yet.
“Look at her go!” Winn laughed. “I can hear her heart hammering in her chest!"
"Just make sure you save some of the little mouse for me." Lynette said, closing in on their prey from the left.
They had done this so many times each of them had their movements down pat. Once they tired of chasing the girl, Winn would close in from the right, she would go after her from the left, and Nicholas would shut down the middle.
Nicholas couldn't help but smile. They had found this morsel in a bar, some shit hole called the Blue Flame. She couldn't be more than twenty five. Her blonde hair was streaming behind her, and Nicholas liked the shape of her ass in those tight jeans she was wearing. They had herded her out to this open field by fucking with her head, making little noises, moving so fast that she would catch them in the corner of her eye. It wasn't hard to do when one had been doing it for as long as Nicholas had.
Winn grinned now, as the girl tried to lose them in the forest. Fool. They could see perfectly in the darkness, and their prey was still lit up like a beacon for them. But he was growing weary of the chase and wanted to taste this sweet temptation. His grin soon threatened to split his face as he saw the girl trip over an exposed root and go down. That was just like in the movies!
Lynette shook her head. "Really? How cliché. Let's finish this. I'm hungry, and this toy doesn't hold much of a challenge."
Their dinner was no longer running. She was on her ass clutching her ankle. She probably broke it. Boring.
As the trio of vampires closed in on the girl, Nicholas looked up briefly seeing the crescent moon playing hide and seek with the top of the trees. The denseness of these woods provided good cover for them and would allow them to feed in peace, without disturbance. He agreed with Lynette. It was time to end this particular game.
"If you don't struggle, we'll make this quick," Nicholas said.
"No, go ahead and struggle," Lynette said with a laugh. "I like it when they struggle. You boys know that." There was a seductive purr to her voice now.
The girl looked up at the vampires and actually smiled.
"I'll keep that in mind..."
"I started this book, initially, with an open mind, honestly curious as to what the story would encompass, expectations somewhat low for an initial outing. I'm delighted to say that they should have been higher. Exceptional read. It uses many of the common tropes of the vampire/werewolf genre in YA fiction without succombing to the temptation of being derivative, while thankfully, expanding the genre with additions to the traits of each creature type. The characters are clearly defined and fleshed out, giving a vivid delineation between each, aswell as making most, when appropriate, sympathetic and understandable in their motivations. The love story at the center seems organic to the narrative, while complementing the tension of the overarching horror at it's core. While there are moments of melodrama, they're short-lived and understood as a necessary evil in order to move the story forward. This most definitely, despite the given of the star-crossed male and female leads overcoming the odds in pursuit if their love, is NOT, "Twilight." Equal parts, "Near Dark," "Let The Right One In," "Wolfen," and, "Blade," there is Gore, intrigue, action, SEX and twists galore to be found and I for one cannot wait to see what the future holds for the Blood Moon Pack. Well done." ~ILoveYhu<3
Star ratings: (However many as you'd like) 4.5 out of 5
Genre: Supernatural, Romance, Action, Thriller
Ravenswood Press: Dark Feed
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Shelly M. Burrows I’ve loved reading since I was a girl. My favorites were Stephen King and Dean Koontz. Now I enjoy Kresley Cole, Gena Showaller, Stacia Kane, and Charlaine Harris. I also, enjoy spending time with my son, affectionately called ‘Bug’. I was born in Michigan, but raised in Youngstown, Ohio and now reside in North Carolina.
Michael S. Stewart A lifelong fan of stories involving the supernatural, I grew up in Los Angeles and still reside there. I love animals, sports and anything from the 80’s
Choose your friends by their character and your socks by their color. Choosing your socks by their character makes no sense, and choosing your friends by their color is unthinkable.
Post by carrieshepherd on Nov 29, 2014 22:14:48 GMT
Thanks Reese! I'd love to join!
Title: Ashes to Ashes Series: The Scribing of Ishitar Author name/pseudonym:Carrie F. Shepherd ISBN/ASIN: 0692023402 Release date: 06/12/2014 Formats: Paperback / Kindle Prices: Kindle $2.699, paperback $13.95 Blurb: Exiled from the Sixty Realms at the end of the Second Revolution, Iykva, one of the demons sent to propagate a new mortal race, longs for equality between his people and those of the exiled angels. Believing the key to this equality lies within the blood of his enemy, he strikes war on the first born of the race of the elves. Caught up in his parents' game to claim the ultimate power, Ishitar dismisses this mortal war as unimportant to his strategy of placing his own pawn upon his father's throne. Will the cost that he eventually pays for his ignorance be worth what little advantage he has gained on the kings' board? Brief extract: Iladrul awoke with a start.
Someone was screaming in horrific agony.
At first, he was confused regarding where the cries were coming from. He realized, quickly enough, that they echoed through the open doors which led from his bedchamber to the long balcony that stretched along the full length of the castle.
His father had warned him time and again not to sleep with the doors open, but it was the middle of summer and the evening had been sweltering. Iladrul, who had just seen the end of his seventy fifth spring, was still young enough to be overly confident where his immortality was concerned. As such, the adolescent elf had assumed that his father—who bordered on paranoid when it came to the boy’s wellbeing—was behaving overly controlling.
Now, terrified, he sat upright in his ornate bed, clinging to his blankets as he pulled them under his chin. His emerald eyes, wide as saucers, stared wildly toward the marble which made up the balcony’s floor. Two heinous shadows danced within the moonlight, black against the white marble of the tiles.
At first the silhouettes—both with bodies of men or elves, but sporting great wings that sprang from their shoulder blades—hung in the air, facing each other. The thunderous beating of those wings drove an arrow of terror through his heart.
With a great cry, the shadow on the left bent swiftly forward and began charging at the shadow on the right. Iladrul watched as one of the winged creatures flew past his open doors, its long blonde hair streaming behind it and its great black, feathery wings horizontal to its long, lithe body. Its arms were outstretched with its white fingers curled into claws. The expression on its shadowed profile was ugly with the twisting rage and murderous intent that it wore clearly upon every line of its face.
Once it was past the open doorway it crashed into the second figure. This one joined with screams of its own.
Iladrul watched with wide eyes as the two shadows collided. He wondered which of his father’s friends would die defending him from the blonde haired demon. He was helpless to look away as the shadows twisted and turned in a clawing, fighting rage.
Soon the shadows loomed closer. As they passed Iladrul’s open door, the young elf’s fears intensified.
It wasn’t an angel that the blonde haired demon was fighting. It was one of his kindred; another demon.
Iladrul understood, in his repugnance, that, no matter which of the battling figures won their hand to hand combat, his life was forfeit.
He threw away his blankets and flung himself to the floor. As swiftly as possible, he crawled under the bed and reached for the nearest blanket to pull it down as a shield that he could hide behind. He forced himself to lie as still as he could and he prayed to whatever God would listen that, no matter which of the two demons won their fight, they would not hear the pathetic sound of his fearful breathing.
Die proud, Iladrul, Wisterian and the other warriors always counseled him, or don’t bother to die at all. An elf who cannot die proud deserves to be damned to live with his cowardice.
There was a final screech. It seemed to stretch into antiquity.
When the shrill cry ended, there was deafening silence.
Iladrul’s heart was beating wildly and his shoulder length, copper hair became damp with sweat. He swallowed and curled into a ball as he listened to the silence echoing like thunder around him. He wished desperately that he had, for once in his pathetic young life, actually listened to his father and done as he had been told.
The sound of booted feet upon the marble tile almost made him cry out, but he swallowed his scream lest the demon who had won the argument hear him. He listened as the steps came closer, stopping at the patio door and then resuming themselves as the creature walked with purpose to his bed.
Iladrul laid his head on the side so he could see through the small crevice between the blanket and floor. Swallowing another scream, he looked upon the victor.
The demon’s face, though its lines were shadowed and its features difficult to make out, was streaked with blood. His long blonde hair was matted with gore. His nostrils were flared wide and his eyes—wild, cobalt blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark against his preternaturally pale skin—were darting angrily around the room.
The demon took a long, deep breath, his nostrils widening further. Smelling Iladrul, his head bent downward as his full, red lips parted in a crazed grin which exposed two long, gruesome fangs.
In a flash the monster bent forward and flung the blanket to the corner of the room.
Now, for all the good that it would do him, Iladrul did scream as the demon grabbed him by the wrist, pulled him out of his hiding place and flung him like a limp rag doll onto his bed.
The demon advanced on him, covering him and grabbing him by the shoulders. He began to shake Iladrul angrily as his wild blue eyes traced every inch of the young elf’s face. What Iladrul could make out of his gruesome smile grew wider.
“What is wrong with you, you Gods be damned boy?!” The demon’s voice was like ice, cutting through the room and chilling Iladrul to the bone. “I know that you were not born stupid! Can you not use the good sense that the Gods have given you?”
Iladrul, openly weeping now, tried to scream. This time it caught in his throat without his intent.
“You could have been killed, you idiot!” The demon raged at him, his face still shadowed. “And what would have become of your race then?”
Iladrul was unable to speak. He could only look up at the demon in horror. He was unable to comprehend the demon’s words given his intent. If the monster meant to kill him, why didn’t he just do so and have that be the end of it?
The demon let go of his shoulders in a final heave, throwing Iladrul violently against the headboard of the bed. He flung himself to his feet and stormed to the balcony doors. His great black wings were thrust wide on either side behind him. He grabbed each door with his blood soaked hands and looked angrily over his shoulder.
“Lock this Gods be damned door behind me.” He warned through gritted teeth. “Lest I come back here and put an end to you myself.”
The doors slammed shut with a great thud.
Iladrul, still frozen with fear, watched through the glass as the demon jumped, landed in a crouch on the patio railing, looked around himself and then leapt upward. His wings stretched wide as he took flight and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
The demon now gone, Iladrul’s sense of self-preservation returned.
He flew to the door and locked it, turning swiftly on his feet so he could return to his bed, grabbing the blanket that the demon had discarded as he went so he could bury himself beneath it.
Crying, Iladrul thought that it would have been better for him to have died. It would seem that he was damned to live his life out with his cowardice after all.
Review quote: This is a delicious novel of the coming of age of a god and an elven prince. There are vampires, demons, angels, doxies, elves, and humans, along with gods and shape shifters, as well as other kinds of beings in this novel. All living together in dramatic, enigmatic, and loving ways, depending, of course, on the folks involved. There is a good amount of m2f and m2m action, some f2f is intimated, but as physical sex is fluid in this world for some folks, that's about as exciting as a jar of pixies. Star ratings: 4.6 of 5 on Amazon Genre: Mythology, Fantasy, Epic, SGLBT, Adult Ravenswood Press: Mytos
Post by carrieshepherd on Nov 29, 2014 22:28:14 GMT
Title: Fall From Grace Series: The Scribing of Ishitar Author name/pseudonym: Carrie F. Shepherd ISBN/ASIN: 0692023410 Release date: (if not already released) May 14, 2014 Formats: (paperback, Kindle, Kobo, Nook, etc.) Paperback, Kindle Prices: (in all formats, $ only) $2.99 kindle, 15.13 paperback Blurb: Turmoil has been boiling since the creation of the first mortal race. Yet, never as violently as when the King of Lords, Noliminan, makes his decree that the mortals shall be blessed with free will whilst the angels, demons and Gods are bound to the servitude of their betters. Fighting to maintain peace, Lucias, the first of Noliminan's creations, is forced to take a stand and fight for the free will of all. Thus begins an eternity of battles for ultimate power and a struggle to dethrone Noliminan from his seat. Fall From Grace chronicles the first of these wars. In the end, all will pay for the line that is drawn in the sand which results in death, despair and exile from the Sixty Realms of the Heavens and Hells. Brief extract: Michael sat beside her open grave, staring at the palms of his hands.
They were dirty from his task and crusted with blood from the rocks within the earth which had scraped them. Though he knew it was past time for him return to face his punishment, he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her on this uninhabited world.
As alone dead as you had ever been during your life.
After he dug into the clay and stone of the ground, he gently wrapped her in his clothes, laid her body into the soil and covered her with the earth.
He then allowed himself to weep before casting himself out to find a grave marker. After her epitaph was chiseled into the stone by his sword, he sought a weed which bore a small white flower upon it that would grow over her to tell all creatures of any world where she lay.
Naked but for his small clothes, Michael rolled his eyes closed and then opened them so he could look up to the sky.
Another night at his Lady's side, he decided.
And who, honestly, would miss him?
Review quote: Astonishing in its scope and detail, this book is truly unique. The author has taken mythic stories from various cultures and created a story about gods, angels, demons, and mortals unlike any modern fiction I have read. She has created a hierarchy of being (which seems to be loosely based on the Elizabethan World Order, or Great Chain of Being) with its own set of rules and has set her characters loose in this imaginative realm. Two gods are at the top of this hierarchy - one who wants free will to be granted to angels and demons and one who wants to grant free will only to mortals. Star ratings: (However many as you'd like) : 4.7 of 5 on Amazon Genre: Mythology, Fantasy, War, Epic, SGLBT Ravenswood Press: Mythos Any other interesting facts or items like trailers or awards: Indiefabs' Finalist, Forewords First Book of the Year