Want Some Irrepressible Force?
I’ve GOT A FREE WALLPAPER, and Video, and cool stuffs!!!
An Author friend of mine, Michele Zurlo, , had a release recently. I got to know her after she bought my book: Wyntress Nyght’s Supernatural Crack. Not only did she review and interview me but she didn’t even rip me a new one over it—>not that a good ripping can’t be fun every now and again *winks*. Anyway, one thing led to another, she picked my brains and I tickled hers…and then I ended up making a Wallpaper AND a Video for her new book because what can I say, I’ll do almost ANYTHING after a little bit of a brain tickle…and her book just happens to be that cool, any ol’ way.
So, I decided to post it up on my blog today for her…so if all you have nothing to do later and need a HOT Paranormal–delicious read…then go check it out.
Blurb:
Emmaline Force talks to ghosts. When a desperate plea for help comes from Maria Sanchez, Emmaline and her best friend, Matt, head halfway across the country to help. Upon arrival, Emmaline is immediately attracted to the skeptical and temperamental Blade, Maria’s brother. Fresh from a failed engagement, Emmaline wants a no-strings affair and nothing more. Blade has other ideas.
As things heat up between Emmaline and Blade, she finds herself the target of a jealous and malevolent spirit. Her rocky and volatile relationship with Blade shatters the same night Emmaline incites the ghost to violence.
Eighteen months later, Emmaline finds herself back at the ranch to visit Maria and Matt, who fell in love and married during their first visit. The wounds in Emmaline’s heart have healed and she has finally admitted to herself that she is in love with Blade. Can she repair their relationship and finally defeat the ghost who has claimed Blade for her own?
Book Trailer:
Wallpaper:
Spirit Gazer
Spirit Gazer was inspired by a novel by Michele Zurlo titled Irrepressible Force.
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Excerpt from Bound By Blood: The Awakening & Blurb
Blurb:
The truth of the Ancients has been kept from you. For life did not begin here on Earth but in a universe known as TEŔAH.
Can you lay claim to one of their bloodlines?
Samanthŕa Lampiŕ can and this is her story…
And possibly, it is the beginning of yours.
Samanthŕa Lampiŕ is the High Priestess of twelve very powerful and ancient bloodlines. She is on the verge of her Awakening which is something every Vii before her has welcomed with absolute ease. Not Samanthŕa though, for her Awakening is prophesied to bring about the doom of her and those she loves the most, her six sisters. In secret, she undergoes dangerous rituals that’s could literally destroy her but she is more than willing to take that chance for she is no stranger to sacrifice. Despite the fatal threats of TEŔAH and the rising strengths of its enemies, she is succeeding until the night a great storm of unknowable power releases a prophecy, a revelation that will change her world, her peoples’ world, forever.
Daŕēus Dracuŕa, Father of the Blood and keeper of the 13th forgotten bloodline, is released from an age long prison that he was wrongly condemned to by traitors of his own blood and that of Evil. In a venomous rage, he learns that TEŔAH is in greater peril than anyone in it has come to realize and he is the only one that can stop it. But in order to do so, he needs the High Priestess and he needs her at her full strength and power. He needs her Awakened whether she is willing or not and despite what harm it may bring to others.
Enter a world unlike any other. Discover a past which has been kept secret until now. Find your place among a forgotten bloodline and in the end, know your true purpose.
But be forewarned now, the truth is not always what it seems and lifting the veil is not always easy. Once you begin this journey, know that it can not end until it is finished.
Ask yourself now, before you invoke the spell of this tale, what those in TEŔAH had to decide….
Are you ready to be awakened?
Because once you do, there is no turning back.
Excerpt:
The young girl started to go in but the Crone stopped her by putting her staff against her chest. She was gentle, only wishing to delay her entrance into the mysterious lair.
“I must warn you now before you enter,” she said with serious eyes. “The essence from within that room is great. Once I speak the words of power, the stories will play out before you, making them seem so real. You will not only watch them play out but you will feel all that those who lived them felt. You will be but a ghost there, unable to interfere or make change, for the things done have already come to be. You will be unseen, yet will feel and know every sensation, every emotion, and every bit of agony. You will know pain as well as happiness. Once their stories begin, there will be no stopping them until they find their end. Do you understand? Are you prepared to take such a journey?”
The young one nodded from underneath the hood of her cloak. “What about the ones that I have ties to and my birthright? Will I find them in this room? What happened to them?”
“You will know your birthright and so much more, child. It takes a strong heart to survive this journey you face now. Are you ready?” the Crone asked again, and the girl nodded.
“So be it.” The Crone led her into the room.
Its walls were high, slick, and brown like the rest of the cavern. Moisture dripped from above them. Embedded in the walls were large crystals. They were clear, flawless, and powerful. The soft light was coming from inside their sparkling depth.
The Crone raised her staff and called out in an ancient language. While she spoke, the light from the crystals became even brighter.
“Bound by blood,
By blood we are bound.
By my blood I say awaken now.
By the one of blood I bring,
Show unto her the truth of things.
Let the past now sing.
Now comes the time of her awakening.
Open her eyes
Set this knowledge free.
So Mote It Be.”
A blinding light shot forth throughout the room, causing their eyes to sting. The ground beneath them seemed to rumble slightly as the door behind them shut and sealed.
A mist of many colors swirled around them and rocketed into the darkness above. Sparks of energy fell upon their faces. Before them a veil lifted and a strange vision unfurled. A sheet of transparent silver hovered over the crystals. The silver turned to a watery glass. The vision was reflected from there.
Silence fell as both grew still, with nothing in motion but the sparks of light falling gently upon them. Time seemed to freeze. It did not exist here. The coldness of the room became warm while a moment locked into an eternity. They found themselves staring at a woman sleeping. The watery glass rippled a bit but became clearer. The girl standing beside the Crone nearly swooned with awe.
She was beautiful, the young one thought as she traced every detail of her with her starving eyes. Long raven hair flowed like a silk garland, softly lingering upon a comforter the color of wine. The woman in the vision was dreaming and her dreams seemed peaceful for now. The chamber around her was medieval and made of stone. A castle, the young one could see. And she heard something whisper, many voices all at once, whispers which said,
“You of the blood who call to us,
Beckoning the echoes of past truths be shown.
Here we give unto you what your heart dotht ask…
Now watch as we bring to life, what is written in the stone…”
Coming Soon by Dark Roast Press!
Written by C.H. Scarlett
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