SNOW: Stories of Forbidden Love w/ Giveaway

SNOW: Stories of Forbidden Love

Publication date: May 9th 2017

Genres: New Adult, Romance

One cabin. Sixteen stories of forbidden love.

With an online audience of over ONE MILLION combined followers, and hundreds of millions of reads on their stories, the SNOW ANTHOLOGY showcases talented Wattpad authors from around the globe.

Journey into the woods where you will discover a cabin surrounded by snow, filled with secrets… 

The SNOW ANTHOLOGY features sixteen original novellas and novelettes in multiple genres, including Young Adult, New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, Supernatural and Paranormal. 

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Don’t wait for the snow to melt before you uncover these stories of love, loss, and self-discovery. 

Check out the incredible list of authors participating below! 

Back to Us by M. C. Roman – MCRomances on Wattpad

Whiteout by Sarah Benson – SarahBensonBooks on Wattpad

Tobacco & Pine by Lucy Rhodes – Lucyface on Wattpad

Red Snow by Debra Goelz – BrittanieCharmintine on Wattpad

Fawn by Gavin Hetherington – GavinHetherington on Wattpad

Seeing Him Again by Delilah Mae – _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad

Of A Feather by Lindsey E. Lippincott – Red_Assassin on Wattpad

Through the Paintings Dimly by J. M. Butler – JessicaBFry on Wattpad

Chasing Jupiter by Rachel Meinke – knightsrachel on Wattpad

Limbo by Noelle N. – hepburnettes on Wattpad

Crash by Megan DeVos – styleslegend on Wattpad

Snowed In by Kelly Anne Blount – KellyAnneBlount on Wattpad

Unexpected Love by Gabriela Cabezut – GabyCabezut on Wattpad

Wings by Shaun Allan – ShaunAllan on Wattpad

Sober by R. Diamond – rdiamond89 on Wattpad

True Love’s Kiss by Neilani Alejandrino – sweetdreamer33 on Wattpad

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The Zoe Delante Thriller Series by C.L. Roberts-Huth ~ #ZoeBlast

Will she discover the identity of the maniac behind the gruesome beheadings?

Publication Date: December 2013

Genre: Supernatural Crime Thriller

Series: Zoe Delante Thriller Series #1

Murder was never something Zoë Delante enjoyed, but solving the cases…. She does that rather well, and has the track record to prove it. Yet when she’s called in on a new case with the Baltimore PD as their go-to clairvoyant, she’s unprepared for the heinous nature of the crimes.

The hunt for the murderer unfolds, dropping Zoë right in the middle of a power struggle between a nightmare of a coven, and a serial killer leaving bodies in ceremonial circles in the rural parts of Baltimore’s city limits.

Will she discover the identity of the maniac behind the gruesome beheadings, or will she lose someone close to her first? A race against celestial bodies and the trail of earthbound body parts keeps our intrepid clairvoyant running right until the very end.


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He pushed the door open slowly and the buzzing turned into television snow.

“At least there’s no body,” I said half-jokingly as I surveyed the room. The walls were white and freshly painted. Fumes still hung thick in the air. There was no furniture except for a television/DVD combo on its stand. “What’s going on?”

“It’s not the room,” Mike said as he followed us in. He walked in front of me to the snowy set and pressed ‘play.’ “It’s the message.”

“A message?” All the hair on my arms rose in one pin-prickling leap. “For who?”

He couldn’t even keep the fake smile on his face. “For you.”

“Shit.” I willed my eyes away, but they stayed glued to the screen. I had no desire to see what Paul had left behind.

“Yeah, those were my words exactly.” Mike sighed and stepped away.

The picture shifted as the camera was adjusted. A pale bar of flesh surrounding a pair of dark blue eyes jumped across the screen with each amateur movement.

The man leaned back from the lens and said, “Hello, Rhiannon.” The rest of his face was hidden in well-placed shadows across his cheekbones, mouth and forehead, leaving his eyes bared to the camera. His voice was deep, almost a bass, with a gravely rumble I couldn’t place.

“If you ‘re watching this, congratulations. I honestly was uncertain about your power, didn’t know if you were strong enough to defeat my little pet. You’re a special little witch, but you’ve heard that enough from my colleagues lately. Visions can be tricky things. You understand that. What’s a coven of misfits to do when promised a messiah?” He laughed, the sound strained, like he’d heard the joke too many times.

“Have you figured it out? Have you made the necessary connections between my victims?” He blinked slowly, deliberately. “Of course you have. With the resources of every police precinct in the area, surely you have discovered my modus operandi.

“My work here is almost done, and my murderous rampage is nearing its end. In three days’ time, I will have taken my final victim. In three days, you will be faced with the most difficult decision you’ve ever faced in your young life. Who are you willing to sacrifice to catch me? Whose life is worth enough to play my game?”

The tracking on the DVD skipped and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Nervous? Who, me?

The picture cleared, and he continued his soliloquy. “Take care with those you most cherish, little witch. Protect them if you can. I have given you enough time to make suitable arrangements.

“I regret that I couldn’t meet you today, but we will meet soon enough, you and I. It’s been prophesized. You will come to me. You will come, because you will have no other choice. But you already knew that.”

His eyes changed, blurring from blue to wolf amber. “Come to me, Rhiannon, willingly, and I may let the last one live.” Paul leaned forward into the camera lens and out of the protective darkness.

My breath caught tightly in my throat as a terrified shudder slithered over my skin. The visions hadn’t prepared me for what I was seeing.

His nose was misshapen, like a sculptor had tried to carve a muzzle from the delicate cartilage in the middle of his face. Teeth like jagged shards peeked through his garish attempt at smiling. Great tufts of red-brown fur covered parts of his forehead and jaw line.

“Three days,” he growled. “You are running out of time.”

The screen went blank.

Publication Date: June 2015

Genre: Supernatural Crime Thriller

Series: Zoe Delante Thriller Series #2

No rest for the Wiccan.

One year has passed since Zoë Delante’s last big case, and everyone’s favorite Wiccan has managed to carve a normal-ish life for herself and her boyfriends, Jacob and Daniel. Then she gets the call that someone has discarded dead babies like empty soda cans off I-295 in the Baltimore/D.C. area, leaving strange scales all over the crime scenes. Another serial killer?

Zoë dives into the case when her one-year-old niece comes up missing, and she discovers that the guy running the Church of Holy Light knows magick and lies about it. Is he the one behind the mind control? Did he send the guys to drop magick all over her sister’s house?

And what the hell is up with her magick?

The visions are getting stronger, and weirder, and Zoë can’t remember the last time she slept. No matter. She has bad guys to catch and innocents to save. She’ll sleep when she’s dead….

…Or when the killer is.



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“Six minutes, beautiful.”

I cleared my throat and clapped my hands. “All right, let’s get this thing done.” No chance in hell was I going to lose him now. I touched each strand, and the second and fourth ones caused the pulse to speed up. The third and fifth ones made it slow down. The first and sixth ones did.... Nothing? How odd.

“Try a combination of the dead ones with the fast ones,” Jacob suggested.

I frowned. “We’ve already lost a minute with my futzing.”

“No one would make something so complex and have useless parts, Zo.”

I blinked on my other vision and almost cried. The ‘dead’ lines were storing energy through itty-bitty capillaries from the other four. The siphon from the slow lines, though minimal, pumped steadily. From the fast lines, the deposits were larger but intermittent, sometimes every other pulse, sometimes every third. Maybe if I severed those feeds....

I reached in and squeezed one off.

It didn’t stop the others, but no more energy passed into the emptier chambers from that line. I skipped four lines and squeezed the fifth, then repeated the process on both ‘dead’ lines, and it significantly slowed the flow. “Can you do this from your end?”

“I can try.” He knelt down and reached in with his free hand.

“You see the tiny ones?” I asked, pointing them out.

“Yep.” He squished one.

“I’ve been doing every fifth one. Think it’s bought us a few more minutes.” Together we worked at this until we could reach no farther. Some of the squashed feeds turned black and crumbled into ash on my carpet. Some of them turned an ugly bruise of purple and hemorrhaged the spell’s magic in the space between lines, where it reinforced the exterior walls but wasn’t otherwise absorbed. We had bought time, already past Jacob’s original ten-minute assessment, but all our efforts were a bandage. Eventually, all this magick would explode.

“Can we push it into the foundation of the house?” I asked. “I’ll take moving over being dead any day of the week.”

Jacob grunted. “We could try, but probably not.”

I pushed one of the slow lines down, but instead of sinking into the carpet, it clung to my finger and shocked me. “Son of a bitch!” I shook it off, but an imprint of it remained on my fingertip. 

“Well, shit.” I looked a Jacob. “I’m open to suggestions.”

“Can you change?”

I shook my head. “Not without the full moon.”

He nodded. “I was just thinking about last year when you absorbed the coven’s power to fight against Paul. Could you absorb all this and change? Since it’s already connected to you?”

Can I? Looking over the strands again, I considered the best course of action.

In theory, it should work. All spells were energy, and the First Law of Thermodynamics stated that energy could not be created or destroyed, merely transformed. Absorbing the energy woven into the spell would transform it into the magick I needed to change into my wolf form.

Nerdy witch for the win.

That left the question of how to absorb it. In my head, I was all Pacman and pellets, but could I just eat it? Could I wrap it around me and take it that way? I looked at the markings on my finger, already fading like an old henna tattoo.That’s good. I wasn’t looking forward to a full body tattoo.

“Babe.”

I waved at him. “I think it’ll work. It’s a lot of energy to absorb in the time we have left, but we’re out of options.” I offered my best brave smile. “No time like the present?”

“If this doesn’t work, I want you to know I love you, Zoë.”

“If this doesn’t work, I’m going to haunt your ass. With love, of course.”

He laughed, and while it came out a little strained, a little forced, if I could choose to hear one last sound before we rocketed to the Summerland, laughter  beat the hell out of tears.

I exhaled slowly and gave him a long look. “I do love you, Jacob, and when we get through this, we’re going on a long-ass vacation, okay? Just you and me.”

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sounds good.”

“Okay, let me get to work.”

“Dear Mother Goddess,” I whispered. “Protect me as I as try this crazy-ass experiment in hopes of coming out of this alive. Please protect us, and watch over Jacob, in case this kills me, which I really hope it doesn’t. I’ll survive being furry an extra time this month, if it saves us. If it is Your Will, so mote it be.”

I snagged one of the threads and held it up to review the intricate little parts. It ran cool across my palm, like an electric strand of ice. The tiniest tendrils formed on the edges, tasting me, drawing their own lines against the whorls and grooves of my skin. The sensation felt like snowflakes melting against my skin.

So strange.

I pressed down, and the line flattened and spread. The depth of this spellcraft was mind-blowing. I wrapped it around my hand twice, and the energy pulsed faster all the way down the line and across to Jacob’s wand.

Well, shit. I grimaced and closed my eyes, willing it inside me, and a sensation akin to breath across menthol moved over my hand.

“It worked.” The spell left a glittery tattoo along my skin, and the energy sparkled inside me like a mind bauble, but with white-blue light and a firmer shell. The fill lines had not taken my absorption lightly and began to swell.

Shit! We don’t have time for this insanity.

I scooped up the ends of all six lines, wrapped them around both hands, and pulled.

Jacob’s wand twitched, and he moved forward a good six inches.

I closed my eyes and willed them to be a part of me.

“Oh, gods!” Gone was the delicate sense of melting snow, replaced by a feeling of being electrified. My eyes popped open wide, and I couldn’t breathe, much less unfurl my fists. It hurt everywhere, no inch of me left unscathed.

It worked. Not only did I feel the energy transfer inside me, the pulse in the remaining length had slowed. I could do this.

“Zoë, are you okay?”

I looked at Jacob and nodded. “Yeah. Hurt like a bitch, but I’ve got this.” I wrapped another two lengths around my hands and repeated the process. The electrical shock was stronger, and I bit my tongue. A warm rivulet of blood ran from my lips to my chin.

“Zoë!”

I shook my head and did it again. The sheer intensity of pain dropped me to the floor, and my wolf howled, tail hung low between her hind legs.

Just a little longer.

If I could swallow the last few feet, push through the agony, I could change. I could save us.

I can do this!

I yanked the rest of the spell onto me, and steeled myself against the impending pain. My entire body shook as blood poured from my mouth, and warm liquid raced from my eyes and ears.

Somewhere in the distance, Jacob yelled for me. He tried to grab me in the haze, but so much electricity rode along my skin that his touch was brief, the energy throwing him back.

I couldn’t breathe inside that storm, no bearings to be had, and the world spun.

My wolf trotted up and nuzzled me, as if to ask if it was time. I managed a nod, and she leapt from me, taking a big chunk of the energy with her, and then we changed.

Maybe I was already in a shit-ton of pain, but the transition from my shell to hers was almost smooth. Rearranging bones, thickening and lengthening inside me, pulled me out of the spell’s grasp and gave me a place to focus. I pushed energy into the change, and my musculature popped from the squishy humanoid frame to the tight, sculpted, large muscles of a dire wolf.

I was hyperaware of every part of the change. Each hair extrusion caught my attention in an odd twist of pleasure and pain, as shiny black fur passed over my skin and absorbed the remnants of clothing still touching me. My hands morphed and expanded from little pudgy fingers to great black paws resting on thick nails, and my tail swished behind me, the long hairs brushing the ground.

I stretched and shook the magickal remnants, which sparked like static charge along my overcoat. Tilting my muzzle upwards, I let loose a magnificent howl that shook every fiber of the house.

Change was good.

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Born in 1975, I’m the product of star-crossed lovers who took separate paths shortly after my arrival. Now a three-time mother, twice married woman, and eclectic person, I reside in the sunny biosphere that is Sierra Vista, Arizona, with my wonderful partner in crime, Peter, and three brilliant geeklings: Michael, Cami and Desmond. Oh, and a mop… er… Shih Tzu named Sir Lancelot the Brave.

Writing came to me naturally, and the dark clouds of childhood and adolescent angst gave birth to a myriad of story threads that reflected my inner struggle to find a place in this world. I haven’t quite discovered it yet, but I’ve fallen in love with the journey and all the stories unfolding in front of me. I’m a lover of many genres and a writer of a small handful, and rather content with that lot.

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Welcome to this week’s Super Middle Grade Mondays presented by Tantrum Books/Month9books!

Today, we get up close and personal with

Vanessa Barger

author of Super Freak from Tantrum Books.

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Vanessa Barger was born in West Virginia, and through several moves ended up spending the majority of her life in Virginia Beach, Virginia. She is a graduate of George Mason University and Old Dominion University, and has degrees in Graphic Design, a minor in Medieval and Renaissance Literature, and a Masters in Technology Education. She has had articles published in Altered Arts Magazine, has had some artwork displayed in galleries in Ohio and online, and currently teaches engineering, practical physics, drafting and other technological things to high school students in the Hampton Roads area of Virginia. She is a member of the SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators), the Virginia Writer’s Club, and the Hampton Roads Writers. When not writing or teaching, she’s a bookaholic, movie fanatic, and loves to travel. She is married to a fabulous man, and has one cat, who believes Vanessa lives only to open cat food cans, and can often be found baking when she should be editing.

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Describe yourself in three words.

Weird Writing Nerd

 

Describe your book in three words.

Geeky Puzzle Solver

 

Tell us about your day job.

In my day job, I’m a high school Technology Education teacher. Which means I do nothing with writing, except run a writer’s club once a month or so. I teach 9-12 graders practical physics (which sounds like an oxymoron, but itsn’t really), engineering, robotics, work skills, 3D modeling, architecture, drafting, and computer stuff. Depending on the year and what classes I have, anyway. I also run a gardening club and we play in the dirt sometimes. J

 

Which writers inspire you?

There are so many! Shakespeare and Austen are always at the top of my list. Tolkien is up there too. In the YA/MG world, I love the way that Lisa Ann Sandell’s words just flow, and I love Rick Riordan’s imagination. And…well, let’s just stop there. I love so many!

 

What is your writing process like?

My writing process is in flux. I am making “office” hours for myself after work, but in a general sense, I keep a writing journal with me all the time. I write notes to myself about things I’m working on or thinking about. When I have enough of an idea that I feel like I can start writing, I try to make sure and sit down and write out the main points. It’s a really basic outline that I go back and add to until its fully fleshed out. But I’m not married to it. If I write and end up somewhere else, I just adapt the outline to work. When I finish a draft, I go through and the first things I do for edits is a search through the document for words I know I use too many (that, just, etc) and then I sit down and try to read it through, looking for mistakes. Once I’ve got it as good as I think it can be, I send it to critters and see what they say. Then I start again!

 

What are you reading right now?

Paper Valentine by Brenna Yovanoff

 

Do you have an author crush?

Neil Gaiman.

 

Quick questions:

Physical books or eBooks?

Physical Books, though I love my ereader too.

Coke or Pepsi?

Coke! Really, root beer, cause I don’t drink caffeine anymore.

Twitter or Facebook?

Both for different things? I like the immediate gratification of Twitter, but I like FB too!

Song you can’t get out of your head right now?

Well, I was doing fine until you asked that. Now Steampunk Revolution by Abney Park is back in my brain. Grrrr.

Sweet or salty?

Sweet.

Coffee or tea?

TEA.

Write on computer or notebook paper?

Blank. Even though I can’t write in a straight line.

   

Thirteen-year-old Caroline is a freak. Her parents have uprooted her to a town full of Supernaturals. You’d think she’d be thrilled. But, with someone without a magical bone in her body, this daughter of tree sprites feels like even more of an outcast than she has ever before.

To make matters worse, her new home is cursed. But when Caroline takes to investigating the mysterious and strange happenings of Harridan House, her BFF goes missing. Seems someone doesn’t want Caroline sticking her non-magical nose where it most certainly does not belong. Determined to prove herself, Caroline uncovers a plot to destroy her new hometown.

Undeterred, Caroline can’t give up. But what’s a human without magical powers to do? Caroline better figure it out fast, before she loses everything she has ever loved and the whispers she’s heard all her life prove true: Caroline is a useless superfreak.

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Now You See Her by Dale Mayer

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Energy is where all life comes from. Sometimes it is good and sometimes it is evil. Tia escaped from a ‘special program’ and is on the run. Those that had her are hunting her and they won’t stop till they get her back…

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Now You See Her

by Dale Mayer

Energy. The life force of good … and evil

And sometimes evil is stronger.

Tia spent years imprisoned in a 'special' program. When she finally escaped, she ran as far away as she could. But it wouldn't leave her alone.

Only one person can help her. Stefan. But when she contacts him for help, she gets more than she bargained for. Six weeks later, she awakens from a coma to find more problems than ever – and she's still being hunted.

Dean, moonlighting as a guard at the hospital, finds himself in an impossible situation. His belief system is stretched out of control by someone whom he can't forget ... and can't believe. Until he has no choice.

With everything on the line, Tia and Dean must work together to solve the problem that has somehow – in a very unique way – entwined them both.

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He hung the phone up and turned to pour a cup of coffee. And stiffened. Slowly he turned around to see an empty room. But…not an empty room.

Casually he poured a second cup and set it down on the table. “Here’s one for you, Tia.”

He felt the nervous start, the anger. “No, I don’t really see you. I hear you somewhat. I see something off from the corner of my eye. But I can’t see you.” He placed the coffee on the table.

And faced her directly. “It’s more sensing you.”

A chair was pulled back by an invisible hand, and suddenly she sat down fully visible.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“There, that should be easier on you.”

She shot him a dirty look and tugged the coffee toward her.

He grinned. “I gather you need caffeine to start your day.”

That earned him a second dirty look, but so far she hadn’t said a word. That worked for him. He busied himself making a large omelet for breakfast and, without asking, split it in two and delivered hers on a plate with the cutlery to go with it. “Add that to the caffeine for your stomach to have something to work with.”

“I have no caffeine,” she muttered, tugging the plate closer.

He laughed and retrieved the coffee pot. He filled both cups again then sat down across from her. She was eating like she hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. He stopped his fork halfway to his mouth. She hadn’t eaten in weeks. And that would account for the wan skeletal look to her. She really did need fattening up.

They ate in silence. He wanted her to finish before he brought up Stefan and a doctor. He suspected both wouldn’t go down well.

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Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It's a Dog's Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her - and some of them are crazy, break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

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Choosy Bookworn Holiday Extravaganza: A.J. Lape ~ Julie Frayn ~ Effrosyni Moschoudi

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Grade A Stupid

by A.J. Lape

Series: Darcy Walker, #1
Genre: YA Mystery/Thriller/Humor

Fifteen years ago Darcy Walker’s parents thought it was a good idea to give her a unique name: Darcy, meaning “dark walker.” Whether that was a stroke of genius or stroke of stupid, they nailed the irony. She lacks direction, her grades stink despite a high IQ, she’s boringly average--although admirers claim otherwise--and heaven help her she’s infatuated with a bad-boy.

With her life spiraling out of control, things change when she finds a dead body. It jumpstarts her inner-verb, and she gets caught up in a situation she can’t let go.

Trouble is, will she live to see sixteen?

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A. J. Lape is the Amazon bestselling author of the Darcy Walker Series. She lives in Cincinnati with her husband, two daughters, an ADD dog, a spoiled hamster, and an unapologetic and unrepentant addiction to Coca-Cola--and a lifelong love affair with bacon she has no plans to sever. If the FBI ever checks her computer, she'll be wearing prison orange due to the various ""wiki"" articles she looks up…all in the name of career research, of course.

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Mazie Baby

by Julie Frayn

Genre: Psychological Suspense

When Mazie Reynolds was a young girl, she believed monsters lived under her bed. Now a grown, married woman, she discovers one sleeps in her bed.

Mazie schemes to save herself and her daughter. Her plan will work, if she can out-maneuver the monster who is a master of manipulation and control. She’s got one thing going for her, the one thing she truly owns. Mazie has moxie to the bone. But will it be enough?

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Julie Frayn is a Canadian multi-award-winning author of novels and short stories that pack a punch. And a few stabs. Her books include Goody One Shoe, Romeo Is Homeless, It Isn't Cheating If He's Dead, and Mazie Baby, the 2015 Kindle Book Award winner for horror/suspense, among other awards. 

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The Necklace of Goddess Athena

by Effrosyni Moschoudi

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, Supernatural

Phevos and his sister Daphne are time travelers from ancient Greece. Their enigmatic father sends them to modern-day Athens without telling them the reason. Teaming up with two orphaned siblings, the four set out to discover their terrible family secrets. When they find a cave in the Acropolis foothills, a precious finding helps them to realize they’ve been caught up in a conflict between two Gods; one is a protector, the other, their worst nemesis. Who will prevail when the rival Gods meet again and will the mortal bystanders survive to tell the tale?

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Meet Effrosyni Moschoudi

Effrosyni Moschoudi was born and raised in Athens, Greece. As a child, she often sat alone in her granny's garden scribbling rhymes about flowers, butterflies and ants. She lives in a quaint seaside town near Athens with her husband Andy and a naughty cat called Felix.

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The Soul Summoner by Elicia Hyder

Welcome to my tour stop for for The Soul Summoner by Elicia Hyder. This is an adult contemporary fantasy. The tour runs November 9-20 with reviews, interviews, guest posts and excerpts. Check out the tour page for the full schedule.

Book Title – The Soul Summoner
Series – The Soul Summoner Series Book 1
Publisher – Forge Creek Press
Release Date – November 9th, 2015
Genre – Contemporary Fantasy
Rating – PG13
Length –  290 Pages

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Blessed–or cursed–with a connection to the souls of others, Sloan Jordan can see the best in people… and the worst. For twenty-seven years, she's kept her ability to judge the innocent from the wicked a secret, but eleven young women have been murdered in the mountains of North Carolina, and Sloan may be the only hope of finding their killer.

She has just agreed to help Detective Nathan McNamara with the case, when a stranger--who is as alluring as he is terrifying--shows up at her doorstep with a dark past and another puzzling mystery: she can't see his soul at all.

Now, Sloan is on the hunt for a deadly psychopath with two irresistible men. One of them would die for her, and the other would kill to keep her safe.

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Her hazel eyes were judging me again. God, I wish I could read minds instead.

Adrianne spun her fork into her spaghetti, letting the tines scrape against the china. I cringed from the sound. She pointed her forkful of noodles at my face. “I think you’re a witch.”

I laughed to cover my nerves. “You’ve said that before.” Under the white tablecloth, I crossed my fingers and prayed we would breeze through this conversation one more time.

A small, teasing smile played at the corner of her painted lips. “I really think you are.”

I shook my head. “I’m not a witch.”

She shrugged. “You might be a witch.”

I sighed and picked up my white wine. “I wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that. I could pay off my student loans.” With one deep gulp, I finished off the glass.

She swallowed the bite in her mouth and leaned toward me. “Come on. I might just die if I don’t get to see him tonight! Do you really want that kind of guilt on your hands?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

She placed her fork beside her plate and reached over to squeeze my hand. “Please try.”

My shoulders caved. “OK.” I shoved my chair back a few inches and crossed my legs on top of my seat. I closed my eyes, shook my long brown hair back off my shoulders, and blew out a deep slow breath as I made circular O’s with my fingertips. Slowly, my hands floated down till they rested on my knees. I began to moan. “Ohhhhhmmmm…”

Adrianne threw her napkin at me, drawing the attention of the surrounding guests at Alejandro’s Italian Bistro. “Be serious!”

I dropped my feet to the floor and laughed as I scooted back closer to the table. “You be serious,” I said. “You know that’s not how it works.”

She laughed. “You don’t even know how it works!” She flattened her palms on the tablecloth. “Here, I’ll make it easy. Repeat after me. Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart,” she chanted.

I groaned and closed my eyes. “Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart.”

She broke out in giggles and covered her mouth. “You’re such a freak!”

I raised an eyebrow. “You call me that a lot.”

She sighed. “You know I’m only joking. Sort of.”

Adrianne Marx had been my best friend since the fifth grade, but sometimes I still had trouble deciphering when she was joking and when she was being serious.

I picked up my fork again and pointed it at her. “It’s not gonna happen, so don’t get too excited.”

She let out a deep breath. “I’m not.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

Our waiter, who had been the topic of our conversation before Adrianne began gushing about her new crush on Billy Stewart, appeared at our table.

“Can I get you ladies anything else?” he asked with a southern drawl so smooth I had nicknamed him Elvis over dinner. He was a little older than Adrianne and myself, maybe twenty-two, and he had a sweet, genuine smile. His hair was almost black, and his eyes were the color of sparkling sapphires. I had drunk enough water that night to float the Titanic just so I could watch him refill my glass.

I looked at his name tag. “Luke, do I look like a witch?”

His mouth fell open. “Uh, I don’t think so?” he stated as more of a question than an answer.

I nodded toward him and looked back at Adrianne who was twisting her auburn ponytail around her hand. “See, Luke doesn’t think I’m a witch.”

He lowered his voice and leaned one hand on our table. “You’re too pretty to be a witch,” he added, with a wink.

I smiled with satisfaction.

Adrianne laughed and pushed her plate away from her. “Don’t be fooled, Luke. She has powers you can’t even dream of.”

He looked down at me and smiled. “Oh really?” He leaned down and lowered his voice. “How about you let me take care of this for you”—he dangled our bill in front of my face—“and later, when I get off, I can hear all about your powers?”

I blushed and took the check from his hand. His breath caught in his chest when I pulled a pen from his waistband apron. I flashed my best sultry smile up at him and scribbled my name and phone number on the back of the bill. I stood up and let my hand linger in his as I gave him the check. “I’m in town on a break from college for the weekend, so let me know when you get off.”

He smiled and backed away from the table. “I will”—he looked down at the paper—“Sloan.”

I took a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach as Adrianne followed me toward the front door. She nudged me with her elbow. “You should win some kind of award for being able to pick up guys,” she said as we passed through the small rush of dinner customers coming in.

I shrugged my shoulders and glanced back at her with a mischievous grin. “Maybe it’s part of my gift.”

“Witch,” she muttered.

I laughed and pushed the glass door open. As we exited, I stopped so suddenly that Adrianne tripped over my legs and tumbled to the concrete.

Billy Stewart was waiting at a red light in front of the restaurant.

 Elicia Hyder is the author of several contemporary fantasy novels such as The Soul Summoner, The Siren, The Angel of Death, and The Daughter of Zion as well as a few contemporary romances, The Bed She Made and To Be Her first. Elicia studied American Literature and Creative Writing at the American Military University. She lives with her husband and five children in central Florida.

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