The Mermaid's Den by Ella Malone Now Available!

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

About the Novel:

Laura and Tom Flynn married after she fell for him hook, line, and sinker — literally. Finding Laura in his fishing net had been a shock for Tom, but one he came to embrace as they quickly fell in love. For fifteen years, they have lived and worked by the sea, and Laura hasn’t thought once of what she left behind when she chose to marry Tom. She doesn’t regret giving up her mermaid form. It wasn’t a sacrifice. It was a good decision, and one she had to make to survive.  

Now, with Tom missing at sea, Laura faces a decision she swore she’d never consider. In order to search for Tom and his crew, she must become a mermaid again and face the demons of the deep that she eagerly dodged when trading in her tail. Or she can stay on land and continue her life, but without Tom?

Does she enjoy her future alone, without the man she loves, or face her fears and her past in the ocean? Either way, nothing will be the same for her again.


I stood ankle deep in the tidal pools of Southern Point Beach, the spot where Tom proposed.

The waves lapped at my legs, cold against the humid air. The rain slapped the water and bounced back, stinging my face and arms. I felt awake, alive.
As I walked deeper into the dark water, looking at the horizon, the ocean and sky merged into a blue-black mat, calling me, daring me to find where they met.  I continued deeper, feeling the sea embrace me, rolling around my waist before I dove to meet it. 

Stretching my arms in front of me, I leaned into the next wave. Its white crest engulfed me. Moving further from the shore, deeper into my one-time home, I kicked hard to propel myself against the incoming tide. 

Fighting with the sea, against the sea really, had once been second nature. Now I challenged my human instincts to turn to the surface, to fill my lungs with air, to return to the beach. I dove beneath the crashing waves, unable to feel the rain anymore. Instead, the ocean sent forth sharp tendrils of numbing sea water to greet me and welcome me home.

About the Author:

An avid believer of the saying "YES", Ella Malone works to make the most of life in every way. She is a lover of all wonderful things: cherry blossoms, red lipstick, city skylines, snow covered country sides, the finest chocolate, a man's hands, a woman's back, vodka, and high heels. She has worked in public relations, advertising, and restaurants and recently decided to make her way doing what she loves, capturing the passionate moments of life on a page.

Ella Malone is the author of “The Mermaid’s Den” and the "Hot in the City Series" releasing in 2015.  
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Bloggers: Who wants an ARC of The Shadow Aspect?

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Layla's story continues with the release of The Shadow Aspect on July 15th! (pre-order link is live!).

If you are a blogger and would like an ARC of the novel, please complete the below form:

Hope you're excited! :)
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Highland Raven's New Cover

Friday, June 26, 2015

Hi everyone,

In case you aren't on my newsletter, I just wanted to share that my novel, previously titled "Lady Macbeth: Daughter of Ravens" has a new name and new look!

After a serious review of the novel's performance, we decided to send Lady M to the spa (out, out damned spot!). While I ADORE the old cover, it wasn't quite historical or Scottish enough. As well, we also decided that high school English ruins people on Shakespeare, so we needed a new name. I'm so thrilled with this new look from Damonza. I hope you love it too (and many thanks to those of you on my mailing list who sent me feedback on the cover options!)

To go with the new cover, I also composed a new blurb for the book:

Novel Description:

Destined to become Queen of Scotland.

Bound by blood to the Celtic gods.

Scotland, 1026--Gruoch, descendant of the line of MacAlpin, should have been born into a life of ease. But fate is fickle. Her father's untimely death, rumored to have been plotted by King Malcolm, leaves her future uncertain and stained by the prophecy that she will avenge her family line.

Escaping to one of the last strongholds of the old Celtic gods, Gruoch becomes an adept in arcane craft. Her encounters with the otherworld, however, suggest that magic runs stronger in Scotland than she ever imagined.

Haunted by dreams of a raven-haired man she's never met, Gruoch soon feels her fate is not her own. She is duty-bound to wed a powerful lord, if not the Prince himself; however, she's not sure she can stop her heart when she meets Banquo, a gallant highlander and druid.
Fans of Outlander and Mists of Avalon will relish this sweeping Scottish Historical Fantasy that tells the tale of Gruoch, a woman struggling to escape her fate without blood on her hands.

"A great novel that captures realistically a world of witches and fairies, warrior women and barbaric men, and a woman exploring a life she had no idea existed" Author Carrie L. Wells
"A rich tale of lore and legend that will trap you faster than a fairy ring" Fabulous and Fun Book Reviews

So, what do you think? Like it? Whose ready for the next book in this series?
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Summer of Zombie: A Teaser from Scabs by Eric A. Shelman

Thursday, June 25, 2015


My name is Warren Walsh.  My twin brother is Scott.  We’re twenty-seven years old last April 3rd.
We both have red hair and freckles.  Our facial features are what some might call chiseled.  Square chins, strong jaw lines.  Dimples.  Well-sized noses.  Vivid green eyes.  We’re both 6’5” tall.
I keep my hair long, usually wearing it in a ponytail; Scott’s hair is about down to the middle of his back.  He wears a full beard and mustache, but I only have a goatee.
Based purely on our descriptions and birth dates, I suppose at this point it’s not necessary to tell you we’re identical twins.
I’ll be right back.  I’ve just decided to record this stuff on paper because it appears there’s going to be some down time over the next eternity or so.
Okay.  I’m back.  I just enabled the receivers, adjusted the potentiometers on the speakers, and released Mick and Keith to the wind.
They both headed north.  That’s a good start and a relief.
Mick and Keith are two of my best homing pigeons.  Only thing is, they don’t so much return to a fixed location anymore as they hone in on an audible signal beacon.
That was Scott’s idea, but it wasn’t in response to the drastic change in the world.  We’d actually perfected the beacon training of all of our birds a couple of years before.
Scott reverse engineered some high-end proximity alarms and increased their effectiveness over a greater distance.  The electronics are solid and will run for days off watch batteries.
I know we’re supposed to have the same DNA, and it’s pretty clear we do, but electronics have always been a stronger suit for him than me.  It’s not that I can’t master them – I have to for the cars I work on – but it just comes easier to Scott.
Our birds know very well the tiny beeping sound that emits from their backpacks means food and shelter, and no matter how faint, they become alert and laser focused when the ping begins.  They drop down closer to the ground and they focus on the signal as their guide.  As the beeps get faster and closer together, they keep flying until it becomes a steady tone.
That means they’re within five feet of the beacon.  The rest is a matter of finding the food, which is always somewhere near Scott or me.
Let me explain my use of the word focus.
When I say the birds are focused, I mean they’re as focused as one can get when adorned with a birdbrain.  That’s the main reason we send two birds.  You see, it makes perfect sense to us humans that if we could fly, we’d use the old “as the crow flies” route.  A straight line from point A to point B.
It’s not the same with homing pigeons – not all of them.  Some pigeons fixate on the streets and manmade paths below them.  They’ll end up following neighborhood streets, even flying around roundabouts, that sort of thing.  If left to their own devices, they’ll often fly the man-made grid patterns the entire way.  That could increase the distance they’re required to fly by miles and miles, which means more time to get there.
That doesn’t work in this world.  Time is, more than ever, of the essence.
When there are two pigeons, they get where they are going faster; it’s as if one of them has a better idea, like, “I dunno, Mick.  Maybe we should ignore the streets down there and just fly straight north,” the other will shrug and say, “Okay, Keith.  I’ll go with you on this.”
Yes.  Both birds are open to the suggestion of the other, and they usually make better overall decisions and reach their destination sooner.
I didn’t believe it at first either, but I’ve seen it over and over.  It is true.
The other reason for sending multiple birds out to deliver an important message is the possibility that one will hit a power line or otherwise be killed, so sending two just makes sense; a backup.
Hell, you might wonder why we’re sending them at all.  I guess I’ll answer that, since I’m the one writing this and Scott is hundreds of miles away from me right now.  We have a lot of downtime these days.  We send the birds out and we get on the move.  We do a lot of hiding, and we do a ton of waiting.
Other than the birds, as far as we know there is no other means of long-distance communication right now.  All cell signals and municipal power sources are dormant.  With a generator, we could run a ham radio, but the Scabs would hear it.  They’ve got extraordinary hearing.
So, because we do a lot of waiting, this logging of our activities helps pass the time, but it also ensures that we have a record of everything we learn about the Scabs.  When we finally get together, we’ll compare notes and have a far more complete profile of the things and their methods.
I’m very aware that at any time, either Scott or I could be left waiting to hear from the other for eternity; either one of us could be killed at any moment, which brings me to the most important part of this story:  The Scabs.

Please allow me to explain by rolling back my story a bit.  Okay.  A lot.
My parents were Norman and Melissa Walsh.  Dad usually went by Norm and our mom went by Missy.  Yep.  For years, Norm and Missy were well known among homing pigeon racing aficionados.   They raised and trained champions for themselves and others.
No, they didn’t make a hell of a lot of money doing it; but it allowed them to live in their little cabin just off Griffin Lane, about eighteen miles east of Greenville, North Carolina.  It was a larger-than-average log house where Scott and I grew up learning how to fish, hunt and survive.  They leased the property from a family who owned a much, much larger chunk of land and let us carve out that piece where my folks built their sanctuary.  They planned to eventually purchase the place and fully intended to give me and Scott another couple of siblings, but that didn’t work out.
Hey, that concludes the TEASER of my forthcoming book, Scabs.  It’s the first of at least a trilogy, and it is shaping up to be a true horror novel with a “creature feature” edge.  Is there some human flesh-eating here?  C’mon … it’s me you’re reading.  ;-)

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Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!
Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!
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Summer of Zombie: An Excerpt from The Dead of Penderghast Manor Julianne Snow

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

An Excerpt from The Dead of Penderghast Manor
Julianne Snow

Perhaps now would be a good time to explain what actually occurs after death. Death is not completely final. There is something that remains once one’s pulse stops; a consciousness, best described as an afterlife, continues.
There are a few that escape the eternal box; they’re the faceless, nameless people that you sometimes pass on the streets. The ones that you ignore, or rather, forget to notice. Unlike the Hollywood version of the Zombie mythos, they are unconcerned with consuming living flesh. Their main goal is to find a quiet place to exist until the moment their bodies completely give out.
In some rare cases, they seek out living companionship and to an extent, respect.
The best known example is a comedienne who shall remain nameless. Hell, it’s obvious to anyone that she’s had a lot of work done. Her intention was to give off the appearance that she is still alive, but nothing could be farther from the truth. The story that passes for accepted fact among those in the know is this: the comedienne passed away naturally in her home and upon reawakening, she decided to carry on as if nothing had happened. She had the money to pay for silence and the preservation services.
There is a relatively larger number of the Dead among the living and there are reasons they remain (somewhat) anonymous; chances are you can already figure out just who they might be.
One of the great advantages to being Dead is that you get to decide who you want to communicate with. It’s like a switch of sorts; one minute you’re just a regular corpse, but with a pulse of Dead energy, you become apparently, and in some cases terrifyingly, sentient. It’s part of the reason that most people are utterly unaware of the existence of the Dead; they just have no desire to share their existential challenges with the world at large.
The only time they come out of hiding is on Halloween or for annual Zombie Walks. Nothing beats being able to be yourself and congregate with other Dead in your community. Besides, one of them inevitably wins “Best Dressed” each and every time. It’s just one of the perks of being Dead; the gore factor is readily apparent from the natural decomposition process and if you cannot use it for recognition at some point, what fun is it really?
The only thing that really sucks about being Dead is the fact that when you were alive, you were unaware of what occurred after death. The Funerary Services sector is booming, and burial and cremation are the accepted methods for the disposal of your deceased loved ones. For most, the only time they really had left before burial was at the funeral home.
For some reason, Chester got the ultimate nod of acceptance from the Dead. It was almost an instinctual thing with them; in Chester’s presence they acted as if nothing was amiss. As far as any of them were concerned, they still had a lot of time left on their clocks and it didn’t seem to matter that most of it was going to be spent underground.
Naturally, some begged and pleaded with Chester to just let them leave. There was no way that he could have ever done such a thing, however. The families of the deceased were counting on the Penderghast family to prepare their dearly departed for everlasting burial. That didn’t stop the recently deceased from trying, though. And try everything they did…

If you’re interested in reading more, The Dead of Penderghast Manor can be purchased or borrowed from Amazon! Here’s the universal link –

Julianne Snow is the author of the Days with the Undead series and Glimpses of the Undead. She is the founder of Zombieholics Anonymous and the Co-Founder and Publicist at Sirens Call Publications. Writing in the realms of speculative fiction, Julianne has roots that go deep into horror and is a member of the Horror Writers Association. With pieces of short fiction in various publications, Julianne always has a few surprises up her sleeves. Be sure to check out The Carnival 13, a collaborative round-robin novella for charity which she contributed to and helped to spearhead which was released in October 2013.
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Summer of Zombie: Teaser from Undead Obsessed by Jessica Robinson



Zombie films serve as a great lens to examine concerns society has about modern science. Let’s face it, when it comes to horror movies, science has a bad reputation. Blind ambition, experimental serums, and genetic experiments are often blamed for the giant monster terrorizing the city or the reason aliens are taking human prisoners or the cause of the dead rising from the grave to consume living flesh.

Using film, literature, and interviews with experts, this book examines how zombies portray real-world fears such as epidemics, mind control, what may or may not exist in space, the repercussions of playing God, and the science behind the fears.

Science has made it possible for us to live the way we do; it has given us numerous advances in all fields of life from medicine to agriculture to entertainment. Yet, with all of these advantages, there are a multitude of disadvantages that could prove to be detrimental to humans and society. Weapon technology used in wars is one of these major disadvantages, but anything that is beneficial to humanity, including medicine, has the potential to harm us. My goal is to explore how zombies become a metaphor for our fears of science and what could happen if science gets out of hand.

Throughout this book, I examine the fictional world of zombies and the real world of science. Often, I refer to “truths” about zombies, but since they don’t really exist, these are “truths” that exist within the context of zombie films and books.

I was in junior high the first time I ever saw Night of the Living Dead (1968). It was one of several movies my dad had on VHS, and it sat on the shelf in a closet with row upon row of other VHS tapes. I remember being scared, but not cover-my-eyes-I’m-going-to-scream-my-lungs-out scared. I didn’t jump, but there was this uneasiness that settled over me. I was afraid to look out my bedroom window at night for fear that the same lifeless eyes the creatures in the film had would be looking right back at me. I glanced over my shoulder while walking down the street to make sure a slow-moving corpse wasn’t following me. For a while, I avoided cemeteries.

The next night, I had a friend come over to stay the night and I exposed her to the film. Again, it didn’t scare us in the make-you-jump-out-of-your-skin way, but as she sat on the floor tightly hugging a pillow, I knew she had experienced the same creepiness I had the night before. It was a feeling neither of us could put into words. Despite the unease, I enjoyed the feeling and wanted to explore it further.

My next adventure into the zombie world was Return of the Living Dead (1985). In my naiveté, I assumed this was the sequel to the amazing movie I had just watched. I was confused when the same sense of dread didn’t fill me. The film wasn’t creepy at all; it was funny. (At the time, the term “campy” wasn’t in my vocabulary, but it definitely describes this film.) Despite not being the sequel to Night of the Living Dead, I still enjoyed the film, and to this day, I remember laughing at the partial dog corpse that comes alive and falls off the shelf barking—in fact, it was that part specifically that made me watch the film over and over.

After those two films, I don’t remember any from my childhood affecting me in an equally profound way. But they paved the way for my interest in films, books, and TV shows about the undead. They started my obsession with walking corpses that attack and consume the living in gory, horrific fashion. And I’m not the only one. Millions of people share my passion.

Zombies have overrun society. They are in books (some have even invaded the classics: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies; The War of the Worlds, Plus Blood, Guts and Zombies; and Alice in Zombieland), movies, video games, and on TV. The Hartford Marathon Foundation has set up a zombie chase to benefit the Ron Foley Foundation. The Anchorage Running Club held a Zombie Half Marathon and a Kids Zombie 2.5k. (The list goes on and to find an event near you, Google “zombie marathons.”) There are companies that set up “real” zombie hunts to test your skills and your nerves. Anderson Farms in Erie, Colorado, held a zombie paintball hunt as part of their Halloween festivities. Shoot Extreme has developed zombie hunts for exclusive clientele to test their skills in a dark, zombie-infested shoot house. Apparently, you are also required to rescue refugees. Rotting flesh and walking corpses have gathered on the streets to raise awareness and money for charities. There is hardly a facet of life that zombies haven’t permeated.

The popularity of zombies has grown exponentially in the last decade. Novels dealing with the undead have been published in droves, even spurring the creation of independent zombie-specific publishers such as Permuted Press (established 2004). According to TV by the Numbers, weekly ratings ending on March 30, 2014, revealed that The Walking Dead was ranked number one for cable-viewed shows with 15.678 million viewers. World War Z, the zombie film starring Brad Pitt and based on a book with the same title by Max Brooks, grossed $540,007,876 worldwide. People are fascinated with zombies, and so am I. They ask the fundamental question: What does it mean to be human?

This question has always interested me—as it has countless others—as I attempt and struggle to define myself and find meaning in the world. If zombie films have shown me anything in the way of an answer to that question, it’s that zombies are filled with hate, driven by primal instinct, and are ready to consume anything to fulfill their desires. And so are the humans trying to survive in the post-apocalyptic world. The audience watching zombie films is forced to ask: Who is the real monster? The line between zombies and humans is ultra-thin.

I explore these same notions and attempt to answer these questions in my works of fiction, while other authors have explored them in critiques of the zombie genre. There are vast amounts of essays and books that look at how zombies are metaphors for religion, gender, classism, and race, among other social issues. Books such as Race, Oppression and the Zombie: Essays on Cross-Cultural Appropriations of the Caribbean Tradition, edited by Christopher M. Moreman and Cory James Rushton; “We’re All Infected”: Essays on AMC’s The Walking Dead and the Fate of the Human, edited by Dawn Keetley; and “Gospel of the Living Dead”: George Romero’s Visions of Hell on Earth by Kim Paffenroth explore various facets of humanity and how zombies represent our most heinous qualities. And they all make valid points. These are all issues or concerns that plague our society and could be changed to make life better for everyone. I wanted to add my voice and opinion to those fantastic commentaries, but I could never figure out what I wanted to say that hadn’t been discussed before. That idea eluded me for a long time.

Inspiration planted a seed the first time I read The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks. I was completely awed and amazed at how he legitimized zombies. The book is written in a practical and straight-forward fashion and explains ways to survive and kill zombies, including what types of weapons work best, how to fortify shelter, and ways to find food. The advice could be applied to real-world situations like natural disasters or terrorist invasions. Even though he was dealing with fictitious characters, it felt to me that he had given them a cause—a virus—and concrete explanations for their actions as well as ways to fight them. Most films give an explanation as to how zombies are created, but it seems ancillary to the carnage and destruction or how the survivors are affected by the undead hordes. In The Zombie Survival Guide, the science takes center stage. The virus that creates the undead is explained in detail and in such a way that the symptoms could actually occur in the real world. It makes zombies seem plausible, real, genuine.

Inspiration sprouted further after I watched World War Z—a film based on another book by Max Brooks, which I had also read, it just hadn’t struck the same chord as the film. Again, the scientific approach of finding the cause of zombies intrigued me. In the film, the main character, Gerry, is tasked with finding “Patient Zero,” who is the first person to become infected with the zombie disease, so that science can attempt to understand what caused the dead to rise and perhaps devise a way to destroy it. Along the way, Gerry finds a lot of answers about the undead and eventually helps science develop a way to combat them. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about.

I had a professor in college who told me that every film has a message, but if you really want to know what society is afraid of, watch horror. Zombie films portray a lot of social fears, including those mentioned earlier involving religion, gender, classism, and race, but what I wanted to focus on was science. The majority of zombie films I have watched in my life involved science or a scientist in some way—usually in an unflattering role.

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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2015, with 30+ of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!

Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!

#SummerofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!
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At the Heart of the Deep by Carrie L Wells Releases Today! Mermaid Giveaway!!

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Falling in Deep Collection releases it's next book by one of the most splendid human beings I happen to know in real life, author Carrie L. Wells. Check out Carrie's debut publication, At the Heart of the Deep:

Novel Description:

Oceanographer Luke McAllister races to figure out why the ocean depth is changing off Florida's Treasure Coast. But before he and his crew discover what’s transforming the deep, he stumbles upon an even greater mystery. Leagues below the waves, he swear he sees…a mermaid?

Anya isn’t allowed to get close to humans. But when a golden-haired researcher gets too close to her island, she can’t afford to stay away.

Together, this unlikely pair will seek to discover what’s causing shifts in ocean floor. While their new alliance is forbidden, Anya will risk everything to save her beloved ocean. The only problem is, she’s not sure what’s really luring her in, her love of the sea or the tempest Luke has stirred in her heart. Either way, Anya knows that the dangers facing the sea are nothing compared to what will happen to her when her father learns she’s broken the merfolks’ most sacred law.

Can Anya and Luke discover what lurks at the heart of the deep before it's too late?


I caught sight of his cut, thought a moment, and swam away. He floated there, treading water and wondering what would happen next. At that point, his face conveyed the pain in his side. I watched an intense sting replace what I knew of the original burning sensation of a coral abrasion, and the open wound spilled into the ocean at a steady pace.
Conceivably, I had underestimated the severity of the cut. Maybe the coral cut deeper than I thought. The blood clouded the water surrounding him, and now the problem remained of how to take the injured man across the reef without doing further damage. We still needed to cross at least two miles and climb a rocky beach. Or did we?
Before he had time to contemplate any other option, I approached him from below. I swam up to him slowly, and he did nothing. He didn’t dive to meet me or attempt to swim away. He hung vertically in the water, waiting.
He must have felt me before he could clearly see me. The water shifted as I neared, my physicality changing the flow of the ocean around me. He knew I was there, but he didn’t dive below. Was he afraid? Too hurt to move? Instead, he stayed still, moving as little as possible, allowing my approach, and keeping the blood loss at a minimum.
I moved below him and then up, along his body, until my head emerged from the inky blue water and he stared into my eyes. He let out a fast gasp and quickly sank below the surface.

Interview with Carrie:

  1. What is your favorite mermaid story or myth?
Growing up in New England, it seems all stories were about the ocean. I know it is cliché, but I remember sitting on my grandmother’s porch, looking at the water, and wondering if Marina, the “real” little mermaid was actually out there. I guess she started it all for me.
  1. What was the inspiration for your mermaid novella?
I spend a lot of time down in Vero Beach, FL where my sister lives, and since it is on the Treasure Coast there are plenty of stories about buried and found treasure. I wanted to mix pirates with mermaids, and while I didn’t quite do that here, this leads into the next book in my series, The Mark of the Mermaid, which does just that.
  1. Cast your characters. If your novella was made into a movie, who would play your main characters?
Anya would be a Drew Barrymore type, independent and a bit silly. I could see her tripping in front of Luke and just laughing it off. Luke, well, I wrote him with the surfer version of Matthew McConaughey in mind. Focused and fun, at home in the water, and cut!
  1. What was most challenging thing writing about mermaids?
The challenge was determining how much time to put them on land. It isn’t easy to offer mermaid human interaction in the middle of the ocean, so you need a plausible world where they walk on land.
  1. Ursula or Ariel?
Ariel’s curiosity, but not her “sell my soul” naiveté.
  1. What else should we know about your novella?
It’s my first! I have plenty more in the works, but I’m busy reveling in this one right now.

Giveaway Time!

About the Author

Carrie L. Wells crosses genres, writing everything from newspaper editorials and textbooks to paranormal romance novellas. Her first fiction publication, The Heart of the Deep, will release in June 2015, followed by Playing with Magic in October 2015. A New England native, she spent her childhood on the beach and inland, fishing and dancing, before moving to Florida. And while she doesn’t tan, nothing keeps her from a walk on the beach.

Carrie earned her Master's degree in English with a minor in Psychology from Hardin-Simmons University and a Bachelor's degree from the University of Central Florida. With a love of chocolate, books, and her family, Carrie braves the world and chaos only children can bring. She currently lives in Florida with her fire-medic hubby and three children. She is an English instructor at Eastern Florida State College.

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Summer of Zombie: Teaser, P.M. Barnes' Zombie Seed

Monday, June 22, 2015

Searching for food had gotten easier and easier, with fewer zombie spotted each time. It was one of the only reasons that the council had allowed her to accompany this particular search party.

Fucking council, what a joke Claire thought.  What it really amounted to, was the last bastions of old world macho bullshit.  The few survivors who had lasted through those first hard months had banded together and started to rebuild.  Not rebuild so much as just survive.  And of course, in the face of uncertainty antiquated ways had returned.

Part of the reason for the power dynamic, was that out of the hundred or so people in the enclave, only 15 were women.  In a situation where humanity needed to be rebuilt entirely by their group, you had to protect the breeders.  Or so Jack the council leader kept saying.

Even though they had yet to run into any other groups, Claire had a hard time believing that they were the only survivors.  Partly because it was so depressing and partly because the idea of spending out the rest of her days leaning to the whims of the all-male council would be too much.

She also had a sinking suspicion as to what would be coming in the next stretch.

Now that the running and constant fear had ebbed, she knew it was just a matter of time before the other 14 women and herself, got to the next part of their “duties”.

In the first days following the turn of events that had lead the world to this low place, no one had even thought about babies.  What would you do with them?  They would only be a liability…too loud and too needy.

But now…now.  She didn’t want to think about now.  So she had volunteered, met with a little resistance, but ultimately made it into the party.  What she hoped was to take her mind off of what the future might hold and possibly…possibly see for herself that no others remained.

Their destination was about 15 miles out from the enclave.  For the most part the areas within that distance had already been cleaned out of anything worth taking.  With such a small group they had been able to ration items pretty well and rarely felt the crunch of not having food or other necessities.

Truth be told the mid-sized apartment complex they had taken over had offered more than enough room and to this point privacy.  Other than the boredom and the sense of pending troubles, her life was pretty easy.  She almost felt a little guilty to be thinking of a way out.  Shouldn’t she be glad she was alive, had food to eat, shelter?  It could have been so much worse.

In those early days before she made her way to the enclave, the things she had seen.  She still woke up nights, sheets clinging to her nude body, shivering, thinking about Bruce, checking her body for bites.  Yes, she was lucky.

She snapped back to the here and now.

Even though the previous parties had reported little to no zombie activity, she still knew enough to know that not being alert could get you killed, or worse in this new world.

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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2015, with 30+ of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!

Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!

#SummerofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!
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Cover Reveal: The Glass Mermaid by Poppy Lawless (The Falling in Deep Collection)

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The Glass Mermaid
Release Date: 07/14/15
Love Potion Books

Summary from Goodreads:

I'm the last mermaid.

I’m back on shores of Lake Erie, but the cold waters are silent. There is nothing here for me but ghosts and the beach glass that litters the rocky shore. Long ago, I lived below the waves. Now, I am the sole survivor, and at long last, my mermaid glamour is leaving me.

Every day, I walk the beach. Every day, I wonder what happened to my people. The little pieces of colored glass that wash ashore give me simple pleasure. They are gifts from the lake, reminders of home. I fashion them into trinkets: necklaces, earrings, bracelets. They are beautiful things. The humans seem love them.

Every day, I walk the beach. Nothing ever changes, until the day he says hello.


I’m dying.

It’s not a question, it’s a fact. The cancer is eating me alive. They told me I have six months to live, maybe less. I came home, back to Chancellor on Lake Erie, to die. The sunsets are vivid there, and I will relish every one.

I've never seen anything more beautiful than a Lake Erie sunset until I see her.

All life is fragile as glass.

What would you sacrifice to save the one you love?

About the Author
Romance author. Cupcake connoisseur. Certified herbalist. Beach bum. Fan of all things Starbucks. Holistic healing advocate. Surfer girl wanna-be. Lost guru. Maker of dandelion wine. Counselor. Paranormal buff. Etsy addict. Secretly Jedi. So not a geek girl. Gifted in sarcasm. Hot wife. Ninja mom. And now, I'm ready to share a whole head full of witty, mouthy, smart, lovely, heart-warming, and hot characters with the world. Are you ready?

Poppy Lawless is the author of the forthcoming series Love & Chocolate releasing in 2015 and The Glass Mermaid. Poppy holds degrees in English and Psychology. She is a counselor in the field of mental health and is a trained herbalist. Poppy's new series blends the best of romance with a Practical Magic or contemporary Bewitched appeal.

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Deep Breath by J. M. Miller as the Falling in Deep Collection continues

Monday, June 15, 2015

Blurb- Before disappearing at sea, Marissa Pruitt’s father—a once revered marine archaeologist—walked the line of insanity, claiming to have seen a mermaid during an ordinary dive in the Gulf of Mexico. He abandoned his life and career, completely obsessed with chasing the truth.
It’s been years since his death, and Marissa is still tormented by countless unanswered questions. When she finds dive coordinates and a stone pendant hidden in her father’s things, she asks for help from his old protégé and sets out to give her father one last goodbye and maybe find closure for her troubled heart. Instead, she finds the truth he’d been searching for all along, with a life and love she never could have imagined. But there’s a price to see it all, one set by betrayal and paid with an anchor at her feet and salt water in her lungs.

About the Author-J.M. Miller currently consumes her coffee in Florida.
When she isn't distracted by social media sites, she writes Young Adult and New Adult romance novels that vary in genre from contemporary to paranormal, with a little mystery or suspense thrown in for fun. Aside from spending time with her family, she loves to travel and will jump at the chance to go anywhere, whenever life allows.

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Marissa inhaled her first breath from the bailout bottle, hard and deep, and held it as she jerked at the chains for escape. Holding a breath while diving was not the best idea. It led to more recovery breaths, wasting more air. But, with a limited capacity bottle, she had to take the risk. She needed more time.
A lock fastened the chain tight around her ankles. She hooked her fingers into the links and yanked, but there was no way to slip the chain off. Still falling deeper, dread and panic twisted her insides and knocked her heartbeat loudly inside her ears. Fear overrode every bit of calm, crushing it like a tin can.
Another breath.
The anchor hit bottom. Her bare feet followed a moment later, colliding with its metal and the sand below, kicking up a cloud of sediment. She didn’t bother to look around. Her focus was only on the chain, but that didn’t keep her brain from wondering what was around her. The light from the surface was weak, dispersing through the water with only a faint glow. It was some reassurance that there were fewer predators around to smell the blood from the cut on her head. That light and reassurance would be gone soon enough, though. She wouldn’t last to see it go completely dark. She’d either be topside or dead.
Her heartbeat pounded on, a clock counting down to her fate. It screamed for her the words she couldn’t speak. It screamed for the air she couldn’t freely take.

Interview with Jen!
1.     What is your favorite mermaid story or myth?
I'm a Disney kid at heart, so I will have to say The Little Mermaid. I actually saw it in the theater when it was released. *cough* Don't guess my age. *cough* I also have a Sebastian figurine that chills on a bookshelf in my office.
2.     What was the inspiration for your mermaid novella?
Some interesting pins on Pinterest caught my eye. I knew I'd stay more contemporary, but I also wanted to take a different approach and put my own spin on merlife. Things kind of moved along from there.
3.     Cast your characters. If your novella was made into a movie, who would play your main characters?   
Marissa Pruitt – Ashley Greene
Dylan Mitchell – Taylor Kitsch
Darci Barington– Milla Jovovich
Nick Pruitt – Gerard Butler
4.     What was most challenging thing writing about mermaids?
Research. It's always challenging and time consuming.
5.     Ursula or Ariel?
Ariel. I usually route for the underdog.
6.       What else should we know about your novella?

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Odium? Summer of Zombie Continues with Claire C Riley

Without wanting to sound like a sixties hippy who believes in flower power and peace and love to mankind. Let me just come out and say this, I’m going to be blunt, of course I am, aren’t I always.

We’re all zombies. Think about it, a zombie, by definition is this;

[ ˈzämbē ]

Noun: zombie · plural noun: zombies

a corpse said to be revived by witchcraft, especially in certain African and Caribbean religions.
synonyms: living dead · undead · walking dead · soulless corpse

a person who is or appears lifeless, apathetic, or completely unresponsive to their surroundings.

a computer controlled by another person without the owner’s knowledge and used for sending spam or other illegal or illicit activities.
a tall mixed drink consisting of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice.
Okay, so ignoring the last one, because there is no way I can put a spin on any of us being a rum cocktail, no matter how much I want to or how hard I try. That’s just not going to work. But, the rest works, and hopefully you’ll see where I’m going with this without thinking I’m completely crazy.

We’re slaves.

All of us.

Each and every one of us. We’re slaves to life, to work, to money, to jobs, to family, and so on. A zombie is just a simplified version of us. (Well of course they are, they’re the dead ones, right!) They’re slaves to food, or more importantly to the act of feeding, since they don’t actually gain (that I’m aware of, any doctors are free to be more accurate if they choose) any nutritional value from eating human flesh, or brain. They’re like one of the seven deadly sins personified.

Zombies are the gluttony of the deadly sins.

They live to feed. They don’t feed to live, unlike us. They don’t need it, they want it. They crave it, and they don’t try to fight it, even at the mercy of their own loved ones, they don’t fight it. It’s a primal urge I guess, and one that they can’t ignore. Just like when you go out and buy donuts from the store, or you buy takeout because you’re craving those greasy noodles, or that cold beer that you’re drinking right now, the one you don’t need, but you want it, and so…you have it. You don’t need those things, you choose to have them. You choose to let that craving take hold of you and control you.

You’re a zombie as much as a zombie is a zombie.

The definition of a human is this;

[ ˈ(h)yo͞omən ]


adjective: human

of, relating to, or characteristic of people or human beings:

of or characteristic of people as opposed to God or animals or machines, especially in being susceptible to weaknesses:

“they are only human, and therefore mistakes do occur”

synonyms: mortal · flesh and blood · fallible · weak · frail · imperfect ·

vulnerable · susceptible · erring · error-prone · physical · bodily · fleshly


of or characteristic of people’s better qualities, such as kindness or sensitivity:
“the human side of politics is getting stronger”

synonyms: compassionate · humane · kind · considerate ·

understanding · sympathetic · tolerant · approachable · accessible



noun: human · plural noun: humans

a human being, especially a person as distinguished from an animal or (in science fiction) an alien.

synonyms: person · human being · personage · mortal ·

member of the human race · man · woman · individual · soul · living soul · being · Homo sapiens · earthling


Now go read the zombie definition again. Yeah, go on. I’ll wait here why you do…

Did you see? The difference between them and us is that we’re weak.

We make choices every day in life, on what we eat, and where we go, what we’ll wear, and how kind or how much of an asshole we’re going to be. I said earlier that zombies were the simplified version of humans. But now that I think about it more, maybe we’re the simplified version of them.

Zombies are primal and basic. They eat. They walk. They growl. They’re angry and violent. There’s no mistaking what you’re going to be getting with a zombie.

But humans, we’re different altogether. You never know what you’re going to get with us. We’re fickle, shallow, vain, obnoxious, weak, plus a whole host of other things. We eat to feed our fragile bodies, to nurture ourselves, but we also feed out of greed.

It sounds like maybe we’re the more primitive form, and not them.

To me, it sounds like maybe we’re the zombies after all.

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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2015, with 30+ of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!

Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!

#SummerofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!
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