Tuesday, 19 May 2015

EVANESCE INTO THIS!




Title: Evanesce
Series: The Darkness #2
Author: Cassia Brightmore
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
 Release Date: June 29, 2015



Blurb


If your soul has been plunged into the dark depths of despair, how hard would you fight to claw your way back to the surface? Can the life you lost be restored, or is it destined to be forever phased out of existence? Fated to dissolve into a distant memory.

The Black Market—a ferocious, starving beast. An endless sinkhole of precious valuables; the playground for blood-thirsty power seekers. Only one thing feeds its hunger like no other…human life.

A sinister criminal ring has descended on the small town of Norton Springs, instilling fear in the residents. A vicious wave of disappearances coupled with the gut-wrenching horror of infants being ripped from the arms of their helpless mothers has the town quaking in terror.

When Gabe Thornton strolls back into his hometown, his main goal is to claim the one woman that has always denied her feelings for him—Nora Jacobs. The last thing he expects is to be thrust into a storm of devastation and chaos. Will his strength be enough to save them from the dark souls that threaten to destroy their chance at happiness?

Broken futures. Shattered dreams. Mind-numbing loss. When your heart has been ripped away from you—how do you find the will to go on?

No one is safe. Everything you thought you knew is about to change in this second installment in The Darkness Series. Warning: Due to adult content and graphic situations, this book is intended for readers 18 and up.






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Excerpt


Everyday like clockwork, a meal tray arrived to her chamber. Her immaculately decorated, spacious house of horrors. The large, sinister looking man covered in tattoos and body armor would saunter into her room and deliver a tray of the most delicious meals. The aroma was always so hard to resist, even though every fiber of her being screamed at her to grab the tray and launch it at him, and then run like hell for the door.

The nightmares she had witnessed while being in this godforsaken place was the only thing that kept her sitting frozen, watching him approach with careful eyes.

Dropping the tray on the dark wood table a few feet from the bed where she sat, he leveled her with a look.

“You will eat it.” It wasn’t a question, it was a cold command from the brick wall pretending to be a human. In the first few weeks of her captivity, she had learned what happened when she tried to remain stubborn and starve herself. Shuddering, she shook off the horrific memories.

“I want to see him.” She spoke out of nowhere, surprising herself as much as him. He cocked a brow at her, his displeasure at her demand evident.

“He will come to you when you are more ripe.” With those words, he turned and stomped out of the room, the finality of the lock clicking sounding as loud as a bullhorn. She dropped her head in defeat, her hands moving to splay across her belly protectively as silent tears tracked down her cheeks.

I will find a way to free us, little one.







Author Bio

Cassia Brightmore is a new indie author. Her debut novel, Malevolent is the first book in the Darkness Series and can be read as a standalone.

 

Writing has always been a passion of hers and publishing her first novel is truly a dream come true. She enjoys writing dark stories that she hopes will thrill the reader.
 

Cassia lives in Grimsby, Canada with her two furbabies, Harley and Molly.



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About The Book

ReluctantCassandraTitle: Reluctant Cassandra
Author: Ellen Smith
Genre: Southern Women’s Fiction
Nothing much changes in historic Eagle Valley, Virginia. That’s a good thing for Arden McCrae. It’s easier to manage her visions of the future when there isn’t much to see. Arden would rather stay buried in the cool certainty that comes with stories of the past. Fortunately, running the local antique store and keeping up with the Eagle Valley Historical Society gives her plenty of history to hide behind.
When her aging parents are forced to sell their farm to pay for medical care, Arden sees big changes ahead. The sale threatens the historic status of Eagle Valley, and Arden’s own store is in peril. Meanwhile, her father’s rapidly advancing Alzheimer’s keeps him locked in a heartbreaking past. The rest of the McCrae family is left to make difficult decisions for the days to come.
The future that nobody wants is descending fast, and Arden must face the visions she’s always avoided. Soon, her town is divided over their historic status and her family is shattered by her father’s declining health. Arden will have to choose whether to fight to preserve the past or learn to embrace the future.

Author Bio

EllenSMithEllen Smith is a freelance writer and editor, forging ahead into the world of fiction writing. When she isn’t fiddling with sentence structure or analyzing plot devices, she can be found reading, sewing, or avoiding housework. She lives with her family near Washington, D.C.

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Book Excerpts
Excerpt 1

I feel change rolling through Eagle Valley like mist before a storm. It’s a vague, unsettling feeling, enough to make me stop work around my store and take a look out the front window. Main Street looks the same, from the herringbone brick sidewalks to the American flags on the lampposts. I look again, studying each detail slowly. To my right, the street curves uphill and ends at the stone face of Eagle Valley Presbyterian. To my left, the street rolls downhill. Brick storefronts eventually give way to gravel roads and low-hanging trees. Just outside town, I can see the outer fields of my parents’ farm, and beyond that, the September indigo of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Nothing looks out of place. In fact, I’d bet all the money in the till that our Main Street looks about like every other historic district in Virginia. Still, the whole town has an odd sheen. Frozen and perfect in a way it never will be again.
I trace my gloved finger along the gold stick-on letters in my front window. They spell out “McCrae’s Antiques,” though it looks backwards from inside the store. The edges of the “Q” and “T” are starting to peel up again. All that window washing I do is taking its toll.
I shake my head and turn away from the window. I need to get back to work. It’s been a slow month, and these antiques aren’t going to sell themselves. It’s probably nothing, anyway. Since breaking up with Jeremy, seems I’ve gone from ignoring premonitions to imagining them.
I can’t shake the feeling of dread that’s sinking deeper into my gut. I dial my parents’ number and leave a message, asking Mama to call me back. After a second thought, I send a little how-are-you text to my sisters, Eliza and Lila Beth. Better safe than sorry. 
I look over the front displays, the glass counter full of antique jewelry, and the display shelves of odds and ends. Everything’s already been scoured clean and dusted twice today. I haven’t had a customer in here since three o’clock. Since then, I’ve been taking pictures and uploading product descriptions to the store website. I don’t love selling things on the Internet, but at least I’m getting customers there. Being the only person in this big store is starting to make me antsy. Makes me feel surrounded, like everything in here’s just bursting to tell its history.

Excerpt 2
When he’s sleeping, Daddy looks almost peaceful. That’s why I walk toward him, lean down and inhale the dark, spicy scent of his cologne. I pretend to adjust the quilt Mama spread over him, so it covers his shoulders. Then I get brave and lean in for a hug.
Hugging is not my thing—touching objects is complicated enough. Generally, I touch people the way I would a live grenade: quick and light as I can, and only if I have to. The last few years with Daddy, hugs are more of a barometer for where he is each day. His story feels a bit like a sliding scale. Instead of being all in the present with a clear past, scenes from his whole life seem to bubble up and take turns rising to the top. I hold nothing back when I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He’s having a good day. I’m glad. 
When I lean back up, I catch a glimpse of Mama standing in the doorway. She’s looking away, mouth stretched taut.
“He looks so peaceful,” I say. “Has he had a good day?”
“Better than most,” Mama says. The truth hangs between us as heavily as the premonition that’s been threatening to come all afternoon. We don’t come out and say “Alzheimer’s” in our family. That’s not how McCraes handle things. We say he’s “absent-minded” or “feeling his age” or “having a hard time.”
I walk back to where Mama is standing. She holds herself stiff and straight as a board, arms crossed. She doesn’t understand why I can’t hug her as easily as Daddy. I want to reach out to her next, maybe catch her hand or something, but I can’t. Even on a peaceful day, hugging just about drains me to the core. I feel like a dishrag, all wrung out.