Excerpt featuring Drew’s POV from The Seventh by debut author S.D. Wasley w/a $10 GC rafflecopter giveaway!

Excerpt featuring Drew’s POV from The Seventh by debut author S.D. Wasley w/a $10 GC rafflecopter giveaway!

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S.D. Wasley


YA Paranormal Romance. Suspense

Released Jan. 23rd / Evernight Teen / 69.5k


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Sixteen year old Mimi Alston has company. No less than three ghosts follow her around, and only she can see them. At her last school, she was known as the girl with imaginary friends. Now Mimi’s starting fresh in a new town, where she’s determined to make some real friends and fit in for once. She’s ready for a normal life…except Mimi never counted on her fascination with troubled goth-boy, Drew.


When she’s invited to join the elite Gifted Program, Mimi discovers she’s not the only one at the school with an unusual talent. Maybe being normal isn’t even an option anymore.




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“Mimi, would you mind telling us about yourself now?”

I swallowed again. How did she expect me to make a coherent sentence after what I’d just heard? If there was another Mimi, a logical one that could step outside of my own body and look at the situation objectively, she would say: Get a grip, Miette. This is bullshit. These people are either lunatics … or they are playing the cruellest prank in history. But the problem was, logical Mimi had gone AWOL. I believed these kids. Deep in my heart, I knew without a shadow of a doubt they were telling the truth and––whether what they were describing was real or not––they believed in their gifts as fact. Doctor Mayer would have a field day with them.

I heard myself launch into speech and marvelled at how unlike myself I sounded. I heard a Mimi I hadn’t heard in years: excited, happy and relieved. “I’m Mimi Alston. I come from Perry Ridge. I have one brother, who’s much older. He lives in Canada with his wife. I love drawing, especially portraits. I had a nickname at my old school. Mimi-and-her-imaginary-friends.” I couldn’t believe I was telling them this secret … a secret I had been so determined to keep that I’d actually been prepared to fake my whole personality, day in and day out, at this new school.

“It’s because I have company with me, pretty much all the time. Meet my ghosts, Hannah, Albert and Marvin.” I pointed at the chairs beside me and the other kids stared. Even Drew raised his head to look at me in amazement. “Hannah joined me when I was thirteen. She was a kitchen maid. She was nineteen, and she was pregnant with her boss’s child. She died having the baby. Albert joined me when I was fourteen. He was a soldier in World War II. He died on the stretcher after getting a serious shrapnel injury. And Marvin only joined me earlier this year. He was homeless after losing his house because of his gambling debts. He died of hypothermia during a cold snap.”

Patience’s eyes looked like horrified saucers as she stared at the empty chairs beside me. After a moment, Mona let out a shuddering breath and even contemptuous Cassie looked impressed. Gabe sat watching me curiously, as if he didn’t expect quite what he was seeing or hearing.

“You’re a Necromancer,” nodded Ms Deering.

Necro … doesn’t that mean dead?” asked Mona.

“And mancy is magic, or conjuring,” affirmed Ms Deering. “Mimi calls the dead.”

“I call them?” I couldn’t help exclaiming. “I never called them! I don’t want them around!”

Ms Deering just smiled ruefully. “I don’t think you can help it. I didn’t mean you actively call them––I meant you bring them … attract them. You invite their spirits to make contact.”

“Why?” I asked.

“The million-dollar question,” Mona laughed shortly, dragging her eyes off the empty chairs beside me. “Why do any of us have these gifts?”

“Can you hear them?” Patience asked me, her face still terrified. Great. She was freaked out. Oh, well … at least she didn’t think I was crazy.

“Yes,” I said. “That’s how I know what happened to them.” My mind drifted towards some of the other things they’d said to me and I hastily changed my train of thought. “They used to talk more, but I started trying to ignore them so they stopped being so … chatty.”

Mona cackled at that. I decided I wouldn’t mention the medication I had been taking to help me “ignore” my ghosts. I could feel Drew still watching me, so I looked back at him. I badly wanted to ask him why he looked so stunned. I also wanted to ask him what his gift was. But I couldn’t form a sentence because his face was so painfully beautiful in that moment that I forgot to breathe and just stared.

“Drew,” Ms Deering said in a firm tone. “Please tell us about you.”

Drew snapped out of our little two-way staring contest and cast an angry look at Ms Deering before getting up and shouldering his satchel.


When Drew first meets Mimi (Drew’s Point of View)


Homeroom. Nine a.m.

It had been a bad weekend. I didn’t want to think about it. I buried my face in a book; the Thomas Hardy I’d picked up at the Granary Market book exchange. I was trying to get into that zone where nothing could distract me, but the other kids in Homeroom were being particularly noisy.

No one was talking to me; I’d been liberal with the black and white warpaint that morning, plus I’d put on an extra spiky collar and had even considered some satanic chains; except that Patience always freaked when I wore those. I thought I might get some facial piercings. Most people wouldn’t even look at your face for any length of time if you had piercings there. That could be useful.

There was a new kid in class. I didn’t look at her but I knew it was a girl and figured she must be pretty because Gabe was using his manly, friendly, I’ll show you the ropes voice, and Cassie was being a bitch. Despite my best efforts to shut them out, I could hear them talking about their gifts – covertly, of course, but the four of us in the room who were in on the gifted thing knew what it was about. Gabe joked with Cassie to “call off the dogs,” and then Ms Deering and Gabe had some oh-so-witty repartee about how talent is often accompanied by ego.

I couldn’t deny that. Gabe was evidence of it. But I was pissed off at how blasé Ms Deering was being about it all … as usual. She never tried to check him, or any of the others, when they experimented with their gifts. After what I’d seen on the weekend, I knew with more certainty than ever that these gifts were not to be played with. In fact, I didn’t even think they were gifts anymore. I had started to think of them as curses. I hated that Ms Deering was always encouraging them – us – to use them.

Normally I stayed quiet when they made sneaky comments about their gifts in front of the other kids at school. I tried to take the high road. But because of my weekend, I was feeling raw. I couldn’t resist throwing a spanner into their self-satisfied little chat. Without consciously deciding to do it, and without even lifting my head, I suggested Gabe and Ms Deering should consider that sometimes there was ego even when there was no talent. I didn’t seem to get a rise out of either of them, but Cassie bit, asking me what the hell I meant in that shrieky voice she reserves for me. I pride myself on being able to push Cassie’s buttons – mind you, just about anyone can push Cassie’s buttons.

“Maybe there are some people at Etherall Valley that think they have talent but are actually just royally lame or garden-variety screwed up?” I said. God, that was satisfying.

I hoped Ms Deering was listening. She didn’t like it. She made one of her typical positive values remarks that meant nothing and inevitably got ignored. She didn’t understand that teenagers don’t give a shit about being reminded to use “respectful” language or “show accountability.”

Gabe was quiet. I wanted to catch a look at his face to see if I’d got at him, but when I looked up my eyes didn’t make it past the new girl.

Oh, my god. It’s her.

There she was; the girl whose face had haunted me since I saw it a year or so ago. The perfect fair skin; the dark, almost black hair spilling over her shoulders; and the serious mouth – a mouth that shouldn’t be serious. A mouth so red and soft I’d been fantasising about kissing it and making it smile since I first saw it. Her grey eyes regarded me solemnly as I fought my reaction; tried to hide it. I had to pretend I was neutral – pretend I wasn’t interested in her – and not let her become in the least interested in me. I had to be nothing to her. The battle inside me was physically painful. All I wanted to do was take a long drink at the sight of this living, breathing girl looking back into my eyes across the ordinary classroom desks; and what I knew I had to do was not look, not betray what I was thinking and feeling; not connect.

I dragged my eyes off her and stared down at my book, the words swimming on the page. Meanwhile her heavenly face seared itself across my heart like a branding iron on a bullock’s tender hide.


Author Bio:


S.D. Wasley was born and raised in Perth, Western Australia.

She has been composing literary works since before she could write – at five years of age she announced her first poem in the kitchen, improv-style. Today, she lives in the Swan Valley wine region with her two daughters, surrounded by dogs, cats and chickens.


The Seventh is S.D. Wasley’s debut novel.
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Interview & Review of Michael Phillip Cash’s The Hanging Tree w/giveaway

Interview & Review of Michael Phillip Cash’s The Hanging Tree w/giveaway

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The Hanging Tree


Michael Phillip Cash

YA Paranormal thriller-suspense,

for YA or Adult, an exceptional ghost story!

91 pages


Seventeen year old Arielle is at a crossroads in her life. Disenchanted with her father, she is testing the boundaries of his trust by dating someone he does not approve. Under the moonlit sky in Long Island, Arielle and her boyfriend meet beneath the infamous hanging tree. The couple’s destiny is rooted to the five spirits in the tree whose lives and deaths are determined by an ancient curse. Will her future be determined by the past or will Arielle’s choices alter the course of her life?


The bark bit into the delicate skin of Arielle’s back. Stars twinkled above her, dancing in the reflection of Chad’s eyes.   “Stop, really.  Stop.” She pushed at Chad’s shoulders as he resisted her, his lips caressing the side of her neck. “I don’t want to.”

“Arielle, you promised,.” Chad whispered, assaulting her lips. “I thought you said you love me,” he wheedled.

Arielle looked at the leafy canopy. “I do. I really do, but I…I don’t know if I want to do this.  Especially here,”  she added practically.

Chad wheeled away, clearly annoyed, and bounced to his car door. The car was his pride and joy, a gift for his eighteenth birthday, a Camaro, light blue and totally awesome.  It was a chick magnet, and for a minute he wanted to share that with Arielle. They had been dating for almost six months, and he was more than ready to take it to the next level. It wasn’t his first time, and there were plenty of girls interested in him if Arielle wasn’t. Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the console, he flipped a Zippo expertly, lit his cigarette, and inhaled deeply.

Arielle walked over and leaned against the car door nearby, moving close to him, trying to feel his moist body heat in the cool summer air. Crickets chirped nearby, and they watched traffic pick up on the road to the left of them.

“Looks like the movie ended,”  Arielle offered up some conversation.

Chad nodded but didn’t respond. The silence stretched before them, anxiety building in her tight chest. She loved him, but this was big, huge; she just wasn’t ready. She considered the spreading oak tree before them. Everybody was mad at her, everybody in the world. She knew she was going to be in hot water with her dad that night. He was pissed when she had walked out. She looked at Chad’s profile in the dark, his features limned by the streetlamp. He was tall with sandy blond hair worn long and loose. It caressed his high cheekbones, and he was always brushing it from his warm, honey eyes. When he looked at a girl, she felt special. Well, he wasn’t looking at her now, so she tried again. “They say the tree is haunted.”

“I’m not afraid of ghosts,”  Chad declared, his wide mouth scowling.  He wanted to punish her. There had been the promise for so long; he wanted to tell her to put up or he was out of here. She was one of the prettiest girls in the school, with hips that moved so gracefully he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The pale oval of her face gazed up at him, and he brushed her soft lips with his finger. She had the bluest eyes fringed by black lashes. Those eyes lit up with pleasure, and she rubbed her cheek against his knuckles. Picking up a light brown curl, he twined it around his fingers.

“Where’s your penknife?” Arielle asked

Top ten things you don’t know about me:

1.  Cotton or Silk? Cotton!

2.  Champagne/beer/wine? Sometimes wine, maybe once a year.

3.  Plotter/pantser: Como say what?

4.  Describe your workspace: Small clean desk, three monitors, a phone and pictures of my family.

5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it? New York Teams all the way!

6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?  Quentin Tarantino

7.  Favorite food – Peter Lugar’s Steak
8.  When did you start writing?  5 years old.  Started writing screenplays when I was 18.  Started writing novels when I was 30.

9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live? A villa at the Mirage in Vegas.
10.  What’s next for you?  Fulfilling a lifelong dream of writing an epic fantasy novel.


As you know, I’ve been on a PNR kick for a while so when I got the chance to read this I was excited.  Okay, maybe excited isn’t the best word since I’m jonesing to read Mr. Cash’s book, A Haunting on Long Island (hint, hint) so I thought I’d see how scared he can make me.  Well, he succeeded but this book was really different and oh so good.

One thing that you should know about the book, it features stories about how the people got to the tree and why.  Some of their stories were fascinating and others…well…  Anyway, how the tree and Arielle connect was pretty awesome.  I did not see the ending coming at all.  It was just a simple task that…  oops, sorry almost gave away the ending.

I like Arielle and her dad.  I completely understood her need to rebel.  I will have to say that Chad was a douche.  Yes, I said it but he supposed to be and Mr. Cash wrote him perfectly.  And OMG…a Camaro!  I dated a Camaro.  *sigh*

The only problem I had with the story was that I never figured out about the Gibson Girl.  😉  Maybe another time.  Overall, I highly recommend this quick YA PNR.  Its fascinating how Mr. Cash wove the stories of the people stuck in the tree and Arielle.  Again, the ending was brilliant and I never saw it coming.

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Michael Phillip Cash’s first book Brood X- A Firsthand Account of the Great Cicada Invasion is presently under consideration for a film adaptation. His well-received second novel, Stillwell- A Haunting on Long Island, has stayed on the top of Amazon’s “100 Best Seller” in its genre since its release earlier this year. He is currently working on another ghost story. He lives on Long Island with his wife and children.

Contact Michael at michaelphillipcash@gmail.com



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The Book of Phinn by Frank Anjakos – Book Blast/Excerpt/Giveaway

The Book of Phinn by Frank Anjakos – Book Blast/Excerpt/Giveaway

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Frank will be awarding a $25 Starbucks Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour so leave a comment and an email addy to win.  Easy Peasy!



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Hey, Phinn here.

I’m an Angel.  A 16 year old immortal.  You don’t know me.  You’ve never seen me.  Unless you’re a dead teenager and you’ve been good and live in Southern California (narrows it down, huh?).  If that’s the case, we’ve probably met.  See, I take the souls of good kids to Heaven, but I’m not allowed to interact with the living…which makes high school, being on the soccer team and writing for the school newspaper a little difficult.  As an angel, I play by the rules.

My “arch-frenemy” Iszn, the demon who takes the bad kids to Hell, breaks all the rules…which is why he’s one of the most popular kids in school.  Iszn’s hobbies are football, human girls, football, torturing me, football and evil….did I mention football?

Anyway, as an Angel I try not to have any direct contact with humans…well, that is until I met this girl.  Actually, until she met me…it’s kind of complicated.  That’s one of the reasons I write my blog…to let you guys in on a world you probably didn’t even know existed…until it’s too late, anyway.

But this world does exist, and it’s about to get complicated.  There are some deaths we can’t explain and only Iszn and I seem to want to get to the bottom of them.  It’s going to cost us…a lot, but we can’t let it go.

So ya, enjoy the blog…comment if you want.  I read all the comments and try to respond.  And don’t let Iszn freak you out…to my knowledge, he’s never actually eaten anyone’s face.

Cya inside 🙂




I know it’s been awhile since I posted. I’m having a hard time with what’s been going on over the last few days. Sorry I haven’t let you guys in on it.

I’m gonna try to get this all out in one post…

Sunday night I got home from the game, still a little worked up from the win and hanging around with Iszn who was on maximum jazz.

After posting on here, I changed my clothes and went for a run up the beach.

It’s odd how crowded the beach is during the day…especially on the weekends. It’s like everyone in the world is dying to spend a few hours lying in the sun, or walking in the ocean. But then, as soon as the sun goes down, especially on Sunday night, the place empties out like there’s a fire or something.

I didn’t see anyone my whole run. On my way back I got a call…A CALL.

I let the particulars hit me, and I nearly fell in the sand.

I popped out and reappeared in Ashley’s bedroom.

There she was, hanging from an electric cord tied to the rafter. She had just died…only seconds ago. I just stood there and stared…suddenly my knees gave out and I sunk to the floor. I looked down at my hands…they were shaking…shaking so hard that I couldn’t stop them. I stared at them, trying to will them into submission but it was no use. I tore my gaze away from them.

I’d never been in Ashley’s room before.  It was painted shell white, and had blue shades and a blue bedspread. It reminded me of a beach house…though not the one I lived in. She even had shells and an old dead starfish in frames on the walls.

It didn’t suit her. Nothing about this scene suited her.

I looked around the room…looking for any excuse not to look at her. This was wrong…this whole thing, from the little box of sea sand to the dead girl hanging from the ceiling…it was all wrong.

I let my consciousness spread through the house. Her parents were in bed. Her dad was asleep and her mother was sitting up watching television. Her dog was outside, in the back, which was odd since they rarely let him out alone.

Then it hit me. I still had a job to do.

But she’s obviously been a suicide…A SUICIDE! I still couldn’t look at her body.

Iszn would be along any minute. I had to get her out of here before then. I couldn’t risk her going to Hell. I looked her over…as I expected, she was almost all light, too. Without the suicide there was no way she’d be a candidate for Hell. I couldn’t wait for her to figure it out. I also didn’t know if I could deal with her recognizing me just yet.

I went all out Angel. She’d only see a figure wrapped in golden light…she wouldn’t see her boyfriend.




Frank Anjakos lives in the Wild West, where he avoids writing about anything Western. Upon graduation from college in Michigan he was unwilling to get a real job, and so went to law school at the University of Arizona, where he studied listlessly, overcome by the desert heat, and obtained a law degree in the usual amount of time. After recovering from the stifling law school style of writing, he returned to his true passion, fiction…both writing and living it. Coerced by his son Finn, he turned away from adult science fiction and began writing children’s books. Now, if he could just get his son to actually read one.




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Jessica by Laura DeLuca – Promo/Free Book

Jessica by Laura DeLuca – Promo/Free Book

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Jessica by Laura DeLuca

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Wilbur was used to going to his college formals alone. He thought the Halloween Ball would be no different. He’s amazed when a beautiful girl in a Victorian costume displays an interest in him and even more amazed to find himself alone with her on one of the campus nature trails.

What Wilbur doesn’t realize is that another woman has her eye on him too. The White Lady returns every Halloween to take revenge on the men of the campus for her brutal murder. She has chosen Wilbur as her next victim.

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