Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Awakening & Other Stories Tour: Spotlight, Excerpt & Review!

Today I'm pleased to host the last stop for The Awakening & Other Stories Tour!


Put on the kettle, close the curtains and curl up by the fire. Dive into 8 short tales, each with a slice of the paranormal.
GHOST STORY: Who is the shadow in the window of the abandoned house, and what or who is he waiting for?
THE AWAKENING: It's time for Sabrina to wake up and face the light.
END OF THE LINE: Cassie wants to die. When midnight rolls around, she stands on the tracks waiting for the train to come.
MILSA LORIS: The once magnificent kingdom of Milsa Loris comes alive one night each winter. The King's witch is brewing up a little magic, sure to make the soup all the tastier.
THE OLD VAMPIRE: Hailey spent her life dreaming of a dark prince falling in love with her. He never showed up, until now.
THE KNOCKING: Alison's grandfather has one eye on the next life. After all, he's heard a lot of rapping at his door lately.
THE BOY ON THE BEACH: Kate's grandmother warns her about the boy with the green eyes. Will she pay heed?
SNOWGLOBES: It's busy at Calvin's Cabins this Christmas. Eddie and Maggie are a young couple in trouble. Not to fear, Calvin is always ready to lend a hand.



She raised the dagger. Slash. In one lethal swoop, the blade stuck fast in the little frog’s heart. It made no sound. The witch crunched the rat’s neck in her other hand and released the dead rodent onto the grassy floor. She picked up her other prey and with a couple of talented flicks of the knife, removed both its beady, black eyes.

Torhir swallowed with disgust, and finally the witch acknowledged his presence.

“Had to stab the little fella first,” Noraleen said. “Couldn’t pluck out his eyes with ‘im alive now, could I? Twouldn’t be right." She bent, retrieving her rat, then straightening again, she smiled at him with a few yellowed, crooked teeth.

“Get you inside now, boy. The feast awaits, and some fair child waits too.”

“Some fair child?” Torhir repeated with uncertainty.

“From times gone by, ye know one another. Your father wants her people taken away tonight.”

“The King’s daughter? How did you?” he sputtered.

“I got eyes, boy,” she croaked. “In you must go and stay awhile. World outside gone crazy, you know.”

Torhir decided to obey her. He would go in, if only to escape her knowing eyes.

Noraleen looked at her quarry, satisfied. She smiled after the young man, so proud, so fine. “Stay awhile,” she whispered and cackled.

And if the excerpt is still not enough, let's see if I do the job with


Emma Meade is a very lovely girl and a great author I had the pleasure to work with more than once and, if I was you, I would stalk follow her everywhere, because she's just that fab! ;)

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