The Mers: A Mermaid Dystopianis the first book in Blackwelder’s Mer Chronicles. This book was captivating from page one. Mira doesn’t seem to fit in with the Mers, she doesn’t have gills, eyes, fins or webbing like they do. She’s just learned in school at age seventeen that humans warred with the Mers and Pirates capture them. One hundred years prior the Earth was covered in water and what little land was left was highly prized, adaptation began quickly and soon another branch of humans began–the Mers. Whether from jealousy or fear, the humans ostracized and fought them. Finally, coming to a shaky peace where the two had separate boundaries.
Mira longs to know who she really is despite the love of her adopted parents Zale and Marina, and the pull and affection of her close friend Niren, who becomes more than that. Mira’s distinctions draw him to her, and you too will fall for the loyal, loving Mer. The book is fast paced, hard to put down, and a great YA read. The main characters Mira and Nerin are well fleshed out and have you rooting for them, and feeling with them in the end. Other characters join the band and have you guessing, are they to be trusted, or not? With surprises and twists, The Mers is certainly a great read. I for one will be waiting with bated breath for the next installment.
A Mermaid Dystopian –The Mers:
What lies beneath the surface?
One hundred years from now, the world has
changed and brought with it, new forms of life.
Who are the Mers? Who is Mira?
Mira always knew she was different. Growing up with Mers, she never quite fit in. When Mira breaks the rules and takes Niren with heracross the border dividing Ellis Island and New Jersey, the border dividing two vastly different worlds, she thought the journey to find out who she really is would be an easy one.
But, as the world in Jersey proves to be a convoluted mix of aristocrats who hate the Mers, pirates who want to sell them, and magi who want to use them…finding her true identity will be a challenge, especially when her best friend Niren is a Mer willing to fight to the death.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m pleased to announce our featured Indie Author for today is Bri Clark! Bri has stopped by and is spotlighting her newest release Eternal Witch, Book Two of the Familial Witches Series. One lucky commenter will be getting an ARC of Eternal Witch!!
Aisleen is the last Familial Witch,and her soulhangs in the balance as the magical and temporal poisoning of the Blue Death ravages her body.
Lucien Lemoine, the feared and revered leader of the Eternals, searches for a cure. Unwilling to acknowledge the reason why he must save her he puts the needs of his clan aside for the witch he has only just met.
But when a vampire, Killian Kincaid, an Eternal’s sworn enemy, appears out of nowhere hinting of a prior relationship with Aisleen, will Lucien fall in with his more primal male instincts? Or allow his potential rival to help the one woman who can fulfill the prophesy of his fate and heal his heart?
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The Blue Death, as it was called, would slowly kill off her body. It was a painful agonizing experience. Only one time in all of Lucien’s two centuries had he seen its effects. Now as it infected Aisleen emotions that had merely been peaking since he met her culminated together in one giant knot in his stomach. Blue Death came from wounds inflicted by venomous animals tainted by magic and only infected those blessed with the same skill. Worse still…there was no cure.
Guilt jumped out and plagued Lucien from his emotional knot . Why did I leave? I should have got to her sooner. Curse that beast! The thoughts repeated over and over in his mind until they became one tortuous stream of self-deprecation. The whole scene played out in his mind only adding to the torture. There before him stood the NighKat scaling the tree that Lucinda had climbed. The predator had been toying with her. The defensive wounds on Aisleen’s forearms had proven that. Just as the beast made its move to strike he jumped, attacked in midair, and broke its neck then dropped the body to the ground. Aisleen had clung to him as soon as he reached her. He wished he were magic so he could take those wounds upon himself instead of the compassionate woman who had saved him–when she had every right to leave him to his fate.
Lucien laid a crisp white bandage over the wound, knowing it would need replacement much too soon. Despair greater than he had ever known forced him to his knees, burying his face in the blanket that covered her chest. The weakness of her special fragrance only added to his misery.
“Please hear me Mother….” He started to pray then stopped knowing she would not answer. The last time the Mother Goddess had spoke to him was after he had ordered the annihilation of her gentle Familial Witches…Aisleen’s coven, “Only the Familial Witch that knows you as an eternal, sees you as a man, and accepts you as both will restore your daughter and your heart.”Those last words were her prophesy and his curse. The Mother hadn’t appeared to him or answered since. Nevertheless, this was his punishment…not Aisleen’s.
With the seed of knowledge that the Goddess loved Aisleen, courage sprouted from the hope within him. Dark worry filled eyes ran through Aisleen’s collection of ancient tomes as he sought out what he knew the Mother could not ignore. Calloused fingers inched along the shelf that was much too far for Aisleen’s natural reach. It was there his search ended. He smiled as he stretched his farthest. Cunning vixen probably did it on purpose to hide its importance.
Unsure if he could even open it Lucien ran his hand along the cover. His fingers brushed the same peony that represented Aisleen printed on the top of the leather binding, the distinct smell rose in the air, while his own living birthmark of lightning bolts and a half moon burned on the skin of his chest. Agony overtook him as the Peony shined…still he did not withdraw his hand. Then the pain left him, the book opened, and the pages turned of their own accord. Lucien looked on in shock as the magic of the Familial Witch worked before his eyes.
A reverent ghostlike calm filled the atmosphere of the cottage as the pages slowed, fluttered, and then stopped. There in front of him was the very spell he sought:
Summoning the Mother Goddess.
Lucky for Lucien being alive for two centuries meant he had learned a thing or two. The list of ingredients, he could figure out. Aisleen’s organization was impeccable. Each of her herb’s was stored in alphabetical order without labels. His eyes sought her offering his approval. But she lay still…deathlike.
Eyes back on the book, he began to read the incantation and ingredients. When finished, he gathered the supplies, only stopping to look at Aisleen one more time before going outside. Snow covered the ground in a blanket of deathly cold. The mist Trinity Forest was known for hovered just above the snow pack. His pace quickened to the spot just beyond her crude fence where the fog cleared as though if magic.
Lucien walked a wide berth, dragging a stick creating a circle in the snow. Still using the same crude tool, he drew lines within the sphere creating five points, identical to the symbols in Aisleen’s book. On top of the cover, he pinched and folded in the powdered ingredients from her herb storage. Then sprinkled the mixture at the top of each point before finally kneeling before the top, and sprinkling the leftovers of the powder…he ripped his shirt open revealing his mark of the Goddess and spoke the enchantment.
“I call upon my creator,
She who touched me,
She who knows me,
She who loved me.
Hear me great Goddess…
I implore thy mercy
And beseech thy presence.”
Burning pain erupted from his living tattoo. Each lightning bolt seemed to radiate a vibrating sting while the half moon simply blazed continually. The ache caused a sheen of sweat upon his forehead and he leaned forward with his fists clenched refusing to scream. Then as abruptly as it began, he was released. Unable to find the strength to stay upright he fell in the snow. Wet cold flakes relieved his burnt chest. Laying there it occurred to him that he didn’t even hesitate using the language of magic…of the beautiful yet deceitful enchantresses. They who possessed the power to snare the unsuspecting in deadly traps using their guile and physical beauty, they who preyed on the fear and insecurities of mortal and immortal alike, they who took his only daughter away causing him his greatest heartache. Familial Witches were natural and kind…calling upon their surroundings to fuel their magic. Their only motivation was to relieve others of illness, plight or to ease their burdens. It was there tongue as well. Once again, he had grouped two very different beings into one prejudice.
Ethereal stillness surrounded him as he moved up to his knees. There was a chance The Mother would banish him for calling upon her…but she couldn’t refuse this summons. The spell called for a symbol of binding, or unity, such as a witch of a coven would use a cord. Lucien’s symbol was his birthmark—that which bound him to the Mother unequivocally. Mysteriously, he was unafraid of his potential punishment…only thinking of Aisleen instead.
The air above the circle of symbols he’d created distorted. If it wasn’t for his heightened vision, he may not have seen it. Then one flake after another floated upward, slowly at first, eventually gaining speed as more and more joined into a beautiful tornado. Finally, a silhouette appeared and there before him in all her glory was the Mother Goddess.
Eyes to the ground, Lucien dared not lift them. He couldn’t bare to look upon her face. His breath came out in pants as he struggled with the relief that Aisleen may have a chance now.
“Do not cower before me, my son. I will not harm you,” she promised. Her voice was enchanting in its sweetness and frightening in its strength. Anyone who heard it knew she held the power to both create and destroy.
Slowly, showing his utmost respect, Lucien lifted his head.
Once again, her beauty overwhelmed him as every time before. Long tresses so black almost appearing turquoise formed behind her like a cape of protection. Rose and white tinted robes fitted around her shoulders and chest then billowed outward to fall around her in soft waves. Within the beauty of her ghostly face lie the same penetrating emerald eyes as Aisleen. An overwhelming sensation of comfort and love enveloped him. It was a feeling he knew from being in her graces. A feeling he hadn’t felt in so long the joy was indescribable. Even knowing she was not displeased, he still could not look into her eyes for he wanted to see another’s green gaze much more. This thought confused and astonished him.
“Well my son, haven’t you become resourceful?” She said floating around within the sphere. He was unable to reply. After a slow inspection, she stopped in front of him.
“Your silence is shocking. Before you would never hesitate when speaking to me… but now only quiet….most intriguing. While I can easily see what ails you, I want to hear it from your lips. Go ahead my child; tell me what you would ask of me.”
The warm words gave him courage, “Great Mother…I ask not something for myself but for she whom I have hurt just as much as I injured you.” He paused, trying desperately to swallow the lump that formed when the words he must say appeared in his mind’s eye. “It’s Aisleen…she’s dying. Please help her…I’ll do anything.” He finished on a gasp and finally looked her in the eye.
Greenery filled his vision as the Mother looked into his soul. When she did this, it was both painful and thrilling. Like the sensation of falling only to realize at the end, great pain awaited. One other time, experienced the inspection…when he had asked for his daughter’s location. The answer then had been a disappointing no. Green faded to white as the snow-covered landscape seeped back into his vision. Unable to kneel any longer, he fell over again in the snow and allowed exhaustion to claim him.
To his shock, she approached and as her foot stepped beyond the bounds of the circle, she made footprints in the snow. Never in all his time had in this realm had she ever appeared to him in a mortal form. Yet there she was. Adding to his dismay, she was a spitting image of Aisleen. From the flowing midnight tresses to the crimson red lips, long delicate fingers reached down but with the strength of a divinity helped him to his feet.
Much taller than the Mother in this form Lucien, was unsure what to do…kneel or stand…speak or stay silent.
She looked up at him, ran her blood red finger nail along his jaw and spoke, “I feel your confusion. Why I revealed myself to you in this form is unimportant right now. Know this my son, Aisleen; I created exactly in my image for a reason. As for saving her…I promise you will find it. But it will require something from you.”
“Anything…” Lucien promised again, and renewed hope for Aisleen’s survival blossomed in his heart.
“I’m pleased with your growth my child. All I ask of you is to be more.” A wolf howled in the background and on instinct, Lucien assumed a protective stance in front of the Mother. The echo of the words still clung on the air, but The Mother Goddess had vanished.
Bri, Thank you so much for being our featured Indie Author for the day!
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Please help me welcome our featured Indie Author, Teresa Gabelman. Teresa is the author of Damon, the first book in The Protectors series. Teresa has stopped by and answered some of our questions and if offering 2 lucky winners a copy of Damon.
If you love vampires and want to curl up with a fast-paced read, this is your book. Although the book is somewhat short, I didn’t feel like it was rushed or lacking in any way.
I was into the story right from the start. It is full of romance, action, and humor. In other words, it has all of the elements of a good story. Did I mention there are hot, warrior vamps too?
The author has created likeable and enjoyable characters. A hot leading man, or shall I say vampire, and a very strong female lead. There was enough conflict between the leading couple to keep it interesting. I liked all of the characters and their interactions.
I was kind of able to predict the ending of the story, but I still enjoyed it to the very end. For me, it didn’t distract in any way. I thought it was entertaining and well written.
Gabelman has given us a great start in what promises to be a good series. I am already anticipating the next installment.
Damon DeMasters is a vampire warrior who has taken an oath to not only protect his own kind, but humans as well. Crimson Rush is the new drug on the streets and it’s their duty to find who is behind the selling of vampire blood and stop it. As a social worker, Nicole Callahan fights for the right of every child placed in her care. There’s a war now as vampires have stepped out into the spotlight taking their place in society and the children are at the heart of it all. Damon and his fellow warriors have been ordered by the Vampire Council to train Nicole and her colleagues against the dangers they now face in their new world. Even as sparks fly and tensions mount, Nicole and Damon depend on each other to protect the children of both races.
Ladies and Gentleman, I’m happy to introduce our featured indie author for today, Sandra Cox. Sandra is the author of several books and series, both fiction and non-fiction. She has stopped by and answered some questions for us and will be offering a lucky winner a copy of Vampire Bay!
Zoe is a typical fashion-conscious seventeen-year-old, except for the fact that she is a vampire hunter. Her character is a little reminiscent of Buffy, a strong and intelligent young woman. The author has created a leading female that young adult readers will gravitate towards. Her boyfriend, Sam, and Uncle Julian round out the cast of fascinating characters.
Vampire Bay is the third book of the Hunter series. I enjoyed the whole air of the story; it was a fun read, but it didn’t lack conflict. Zoe’s past could very well come back to haunt her. I haven’t had the opportunity to read the first two books of the series, but Vampire Bay was able to stand alone pretty well. Cox is a talented writer and I look forward to her other works.
My name is Zoe Tempest. Don’t let this blonde-haired, blue-eyed Barbie Doll exterior fool you. I’m a vampire hunter. I have been ever since Dere, the king of bad-ass vamps murdered my parents and I went to live with my uncle, Julian Kilmer. Maybe you’ve heard of him. He’s a renowned paranormal metaphysical author. But in the world of the undead, he’s known and feared as a vampire slayer. Besides slaughtering my parents, Dere destroyed everyone that Uncle Julian ever loved. In doing so, Dere forged a bond between us thicker than the blood that binds us. After I moved in with Uncle Julian, and learned to fight, I got my revenge and turned Dere’s butt to dust. At least, I think I did. Since Uncle Julian and I came to Vampire Bay on a vamp hunting expedition I’ve begun to wonder.
I am very excited to introduce our featured Indie Author, Keta Diablo! Keta is an author of numerous award winning books. Today we are featuring Keta and her fantastic M/M Vampire story, The Sin Eater’s Prince. Keta has written a blog post for us talking about may of the creature we see in the book. Along with the great post, Keta is offering 3 very lucky winners their own copy of another vampire book Blood Oath. Leave a comment about which type of creature/characters from the article you like or find the most fascinating to be entered in the drawing for Blood Oath
Without further ado, please enjoy Keta’s Guest Blog!
What is it we love about the paranormal and all the creatures that haunt these worlds? In part, I think the possibility they might exist or at one time existed fascinates us. It’s more interesting to read about creatures/humans with supernatural powers than it is to read about the common, mundane man. The supernatural/paranormal are also fascinating to research, create and write.
When I wrote The Sin Eater’s Prince, I loved exploring the ancient myths and lore enveloping Wales. There are many paranormal aspects and characters in The Sin Eater’s Prince, but I’ve chosen only a few here to tell you about. That means, if you want to know more about the others, you’ll have to read the book. Clever of me, don’t you think? You can buy the book on Kindle, or if you’re a Prime member, you can get it for FREE through the lending program here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0079QQBCY
Tylwyth Teg, Faeries/The Fair Folk
Welsh faeries that are good, dance & kidnap children with long golden hair. They possess glamour and can change into goats, dogs, cats and foxes. They live underground in mountains and caves. The way to their wooded country the Land of Enchantment with meadows of bright flowers is underneath hollow banks that overhang the deepest parts of lakes, or the deepest pools in rivers. Mortals can not follow them further than the water.
The Tylwyth Teg are dark-haired, one to three feet tall, wear birch leaf coats, moss breeches & gorse flower hats. They are associated with poisonous foxgloves which are called petticoats. They use glow worms for torches. They ride white horses and the women have bright dresses of red, white, pink, blue and green on Mayday. The Fair Folk play harp and violin music; feast on wine in golden cups.
Their sacred well which humans cannot drink from is full of fish of every color and also golden fish. Their lake is populated by herons, geese, cormorants, eels, leeches, water-hens, water-lilies, rushes & sedges. On nights when the moon is full the Tylwyth Teg celebrate a merry night. At midnight they rise out of the ground in every combe and valley, join hands, form circles, and sing and dance until cock-crows. Then they vanish like the mist.
Knackers/Knockers, Mischievous elf-like creatures that haunt the mines of Wales
The Knocker, Knacker, (Welsh) or Tommyknocker (US) is a mythical creature in Welsh folklore. They are the equivalent of Irish leprechauns and English and Scottish brownies. About two feet tall and grizzled, but not misshapen, they live beneath the ground. Here they wear tiny versions of standard miner’s garb and commit random mischief, such as stealing miner’s unattended tools and food.
Their name comes from the knocking on the mine walls that happens just before cave-ins – actually the creaking of earth and timbers before giving way. To some of the miners, the knockers were malevolent spirits and the knocking was the sound of them hammering at walls and supports to cause the cave-in. To others, who saw them as essentially well-meaning practical jokers, the knocking was their way of warning the miners that a life-threatening collapse was imminent.
According to some Welsh folklore, the Knockers were the helpful spirits of people who had died in previous accidents in the many tin mines in the county, warning the miners of impending danger. To give thanks for the warnings, and to avoid future peril the miners cast the last bite of their tasty pasties into the mines for the Knockers.
Dyn Hysbys, Welsh Wizard
Dyn hysbys is a title rather than a name, the most common term in Wales for a wizard. The soul of the druid, too imperfect for Christian heaven and too good for hell, inhabits the body of the dyn hysbys. Among the powers of the dyn hysbys is the ability to know and reveal the unknown, especially events in the future pertaining to love and death. Such powers might also be applied to commonplaces, like finding money that has been lost or helping a Welshman to escape from an English gaol. He is said to possess the power of breaking spells by undoing the evil perpetrated by witches and others.
A dyn hysbys might also undertake to heal an animal or human by using charms and incantations. His powers are especially potent on the days when the world of the spirits is thought to come closer to that of humans, such as May Day, St John’s Day, and the eve of winter. There are three kinds of dyn hysbys: clerics, men who had learned their craft from esoteric books, and those who had inherited the power from their families. Other Welsh terms for wizard are: conjurer, magician, and charmer. The names of many dyn hysbys survive, and some were renowned beyond their time and place.
Note: In The Sin Eater’s Prince, Owen Rhys, the sin eater is discovered to be a dyn hysbys, his powers passed down through the generations.
Gwrach y Rhibyn, Hag of the Mist
The Welsh “Hag of the Dribble” or “Hag of the Mist” may suddenly leap out of a water channel, but otherwise she’ll invisibly stalk her victims until they pass a crossroads or stream. Here she’ll become all too visible and audible, for in both instances her cries, like those of the Banshee are harrowing. If the person thus doomed to die (either the observer or someone they know) is a man the The Hag will holler “Fy ngwr! Fy ngwr!” (“My Husband! My Husband!”) but if a youth is to succumb, then she’ll cry “Fy mlentyn! Fy mlentyn bach!” (“My child! My little child!”)
She is a hideous sight to behold, with her crooked back, hooked nose, long filthy hair and manic eyes. She is pinched and scrawny, yet her superficial mass likely betrays her true strength and vigor. The most frightfully inhuman of all her features, however, are her long thin arms, for not only do they end in dreadful talon-like hands, but black scaly wings also hang from these extremities. These bat-like appendages are thought capable of flight. Her negligible clothing is black and ragged.
The Sin Eater’s Prince is a paranormal erotica story that takes place in 1842 Whales. This book was outstanding in everything from characters and setting to the storyline itself.
Diablo pulled me in from page one and held me until the very last page with her dramatic writing. It was effortless to imagine the time and setting in which the story takes place. I was able to envision in my mind’s eye every detail of the book.
The story involves Owen Rhys who is a sin eater. It is his duty to consume the sins of the recently departed and take them unto himself. Due to his responsibility in life he is shunned by most of the village and leads a life of loneliness and isolation. Andras Maddock is a vampire masquerading as a human physician. He calls upon Owen when villagers are on their death beds to do what is expected of him. In the beginning the two are unaware that the other harbors feeling toward them. However it isn’t long before we see a relationship blossom. These two as well as the other characters in the book are colorful and dramatic.
The storyline is very intense and powerful. You become totally enthralled as the story peaks. This is a tale of love and devotion and the fight between good and evil. It is full of beauty, pain, and suspense.
Keta Diablo has laid out a phenomenal tale that is truly memorable. I would not hesitate in picking up her future works.
Owen Rhys, the sin eater of his village in Wales, has been shunned by the local villagers his entire life–except by Andras Maddock, the local physician. In love with the one man he thinks will never return that love, Owen is shocked when Andras saves him from death at the hands of a vampire and admits he cares deeply for Owen. Dagan, son of Traherne, the vampire Andras killed to save Owen, will stop at nothing to avenge his father’s death and obtain the Prince of Wales’s mystic sword from Andras. The divine claymore holds the power to grant immunity from the sun’s harsh rays-the one exemption the dark Lords of the Underworld has sought for centuries. Star-crossed love, sorcery, and bloodlust collide on a vengeful path where only one side can remain victorious. Revenge and redemption Dark versus light Good versus evil The Sin Eater’s Prince
Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m pleased to introduce our Featured Indie Author for today. Joe Harwell is the author of The Indian Rock Vampire Series. Joe has stopped by and answered some questions for us today.
The Legend of Michelle Sands is the first installment of The Indian Rock Vampire series. I have to say, first, that I applaud Harwell for originality, because this story strays far from the usual take on vampires.
I did, however, have a couple of issues with the book. First, the dialogue between the characters was stiff and fell flat. Second was editing mistakes; there were quite a few errors that were distracting.
I appreciated the characters themselves. There were not many distinctly ‘good’ or ‘bad’ characters. The ones who were seemingly bad still had good qualities and the opposite also held true. Take the main character, Michelle, for example. She seems like a well-mannered fourteen-year-old girl, yet she definitely harbors some darkness. I really like that the characters in this book are not one-dimensional.
The story had an interesting setting, based in an actual place in Oklahoma. The time period is unique as well. I myself have not read a paranormal novel that takes place in the 1950’s. Although the book started out slow for me, it did eventually build. I am curious to see the direction these books take.
In the spring of 1958, Michelle Sands has everything going for her. The pretty Howe, Oklahoma High School freshman is a cheerleader, straight A student, and minds her parents. Like most teens, Michelle has a few secrets too, the biggest being strange dreams about her favorite place called Indian Rock, a local landmark with ten strange symbols carved into it.Just weeks from her fifteenth birthday, Michelle has caught the eye of a seventeen year old star baseball player named Ronnie from the neighboring town of Poteau. When Ronnie calls to ask her out, Michelle doesn’t want to miss the chance to see him and finds a way to bend the rule her folks have on no dating until she’s sixteen. Inviting Ronnie to Sunday night youth group, Michelle intends to skip out on church and take Ronnie for an adventure at Indian Rock.Ronnie is easily convinced and their youthful passion at Indian Rock awakens the spirit of the ancient Viking Vampire Glome, banished to the site hundreds of years ago. Finally understanding her strange dreams, Michelle inherits Glome’s power and begins using it to change her life, the lives of friends and family, as well as the economic and political power structure of southeastern Oklahoma, and eventually the world. This is the beginning of the legend of Michelle Sands, The Indian Rock Vampire.