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The Sainthood Ghost….

29 Oct

Today we welcome Lady Deidre to the GSP Halloween Promo. What she says about herself:
My passions include God, family, and writing. When I’m not playing with my grand-babies, I’m writing newspaper articles, short stories, or working on my trilogy in the hopes of being a novelist some day.
Her book that we are featuring today is The Sainthood Ghost.

When Bella inserts a horror flick into the DVD player, she soon discovers her apartment is being haunted by the sainthood ghost. Tossing the movie jacket into the corridor to rid herself of the problem, only leaves the hallway in danger. Jake, long time friend, comes up with an idea to get rid of the ghost forever.

Excerpt:

The Sainthood Ghost
     She sat huddled on her divan, engrossed in a movie, when the doorbell rang. A frightened Bella yelped, “Son-of-a-ratfink!” as she scrambled for the remote. She clicked off the TV before striding toward the door in her pink flannel pajamas calling, “Who is it?”
     “It’s Jake. Let me in, Bella,” he called, jiggling the doorknob impatiently.
     She swung the door wide, “You scared the crap out of me, dick,” she stated, although she was pleased to see him.
     “I just rang the doorbell,” he said, striding in the living room with a large pizza box. “Besides, you knew I was coming over.”
     “Well, to tell you the truth, just before the doorbell rang the flick I was watching jumped into the horror lane.”
     “That’s why people read the movie jackets, Bella,” he reminded her as he slid the pizza onto the coffee table. “What possessed you to start the movie without me anyway?”
     Bella started to explain when a loud crash exploded from the interior of her bedroom. They both craned their necks toward the intrusive noise and then stared at one another blankly.
     “We better go see,” she finally spoke. She hurried off to investigate with Jake hard on her heels. She examined her neon pink room for a moment before spotting the problem, “My picture fell.”
     “Hmm, that’s weird,” Jake commented casually as she hung the picture back on the wall. “Perhaps, you need a new pink wall hanger,” he smirked.
     “No,” Bella said, standing back to gaze at the photo of Christ. “It’s fine.”
     “It fell for a reason. My guess is the picture leaped to its death to get away from these obnoxious pink surroundings,” he jested.
     She rolled her eyes at him. “Very funny.”
     “Let’s face it, you couldn’t cram another pink object into your hovel if you tried. I’m starved, pinky,” Jake said, heading back to the living room to eat. He plopped down on the white divan in front of his pizza box. He noticed the movie jacket. “Is this what you were watching?” He held it up.
     “Yes,” Bella nodded as she eased down on the divan next to him. “A friend loaned me the movie. She said I would enjoy it because it was a Christian flick.”
     Jake laughed. “She lied. It’s about a gang of evil men called the Sainthoods who go on a killing spree.”
     Bella shivered. “Really, the men appeared handsome and good, but then suddenly this stabbing scene popped me in the eye from nowhere. Freaked me out,” she admitted.
     Jake smiled. “Apparently, you didn’t watch much of the movie because those so-called good men are the knife welders.”
     “That’s just creepy. I hope I don’t have nightmares.”
     Jake opened his pizza box to view the contents. “What’s interesting is that your picture sprang from the wall just after you started the movie,” he commented as he scooped out a large slice.
     “It’s frightening,” she said, leaning over the edge of her divan to peer at her bedroom doorway. The silhouette of a milky white ghostly figure stood watching her. She screamed at the top of her lungs and clutched her pajama collar tightly about her neck from fright.
     Jake dropped his slice of pizza in his lap. “What the . . .”
     “There was a ghost standing in the doorway!” a frightened Bella shouted.

Her book is avaible at this link:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Sainthood-Ghost-ebook/dp/B004UN6JNU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1351527716&sr=8-1&keywords=the+sainthood+ghost

Freedom………..

17 Oct

Today we welcome Julian Adorney to the GSP Halloween Promo. What Julian says about himself.

 I’ve been a writer since third grade, when my teacher made my class write a fantasy story apiece. I was hooked. Since then, most of my life has revolved around my writing: I’ve written short stories, taken writing workshops, and I’m an English major from University of Colorado at Boulder. When not writing, I enjoy hiking and getting together with friends.

My other fiction can be read at Untreed Reads Publishing (‘Deals’) Shadowcast Audio Anthology (‘Souls & Snowboarding’), and Cynic Online Mag (‘Murder’).

Featuring today his title Freedom.

When Brian fell in love with the sorceress Gloria, he thought she was the perfect girl. But when she risks his life without a second thought, he realizes that she’s something else entirely. Her violent possessiveness and Machiavellian control of his life make him wonder who–or what–he’s in love with. All Brian wants is freedom. Is he strong enough to break free before Gloria steals that possibility forever?

Excerpt:
  Blood pumped from his chest, seeping over the spearshaft still pinning him to the ground.
     Brian groaned. Pain lanced through his body. His broken ribs turned every breath into an ordeal, spasming as his expanding lungs pushed them against his chainmail.
     His lifeblood drained away, bringing numbness. The pain dulled.
     He still couldn’t believe it all ended here, bleeding his life away on some nameless field. He had never considered the possibility of his death before.
     He thought of all the things his twenty-five years hadn’t let him accomplish. The books he yearned to write—his imagination overflowed with ideas. The adventures across Qa’mar—climbs up her icy mountains, descents in her deep tunnels—he had hoped for.
     Those thoughts flashed past and were gone. The only thought that stayed was of her.
     Corpses littered the rocky battlefield. Black blood oozed from green-skinned orcs like tar. Drakes lay on their sides, scaly bodies rent. His hand still grasped his sword, and he smiled at the memory of the battle. Monsters swarming him while he used his blade to fight for his life.
     The outcome hadn’t been what he had hoped for, but damn it had been a good fight!
     If he hadn’t rushed into the midst of that clutch of drakes, he might not be dying right now. He shrugged ruefully.
     His thoughts returned to her. To Gloria, the girl who so obsessed him that even in battle he had to wrench his thoughts away. Part sweet maiden, part sorceress who used the Power to blast their enemies into cinder. He sighed, imagining her beautiful face, her green eyes.
     The familiar feelings flooded him, sweeping aside his pain like a waterfall sweeps aside a matchstick. The desire for her. The desperation to be with her, as though he was dying and her presence alone could save him.
     He groaned as blackness seeped into his vision. Unconsciousness loomed and his eyes closed. When they opened again, she was there.
     She stared down at him, pretty features anxious. Her emerald dress brought out the green of her eyes. Curly red hair framed her pale face.
     “Oh, Brian! You’re hurt!” She fell to the grass and touched his chest, tears glistened in her eyes.
     His body tingled at her touch, but he barely noticed. Blackness seeped into the velvet twilight sky as he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.
     He knew if he let it take him, he would never wake up.
     “Oh, Brian!” He heard her words from a long way away. “Don’t die, my love! You can’t leave me!”
     An image formed in his mind of her face. If he died, then he would never see her again—never again hold her or kiss her or feel her whisper in his ear.
     No, he thought. His desire for her pulled him back from the brink. Gloria’s image sharpened. The feel of the grass beneath him, the stickiness of the blood drying on his ribs, returned.
     Thoughts came faster and he opened his eyes.
     “Oh thank the gods!” she sighed. “You came back.”
     He grinned. “You know me. I could never die and leave behind such a beautiful girl.”
     It was more truth than boast, he realized. His brow furrowed at the ease of his return. He had heard that it was a struggle to come back from near-death, but this . . . it was effortless. He couldn’t leave her; even death had no claim on him where she was concerned.
     He could feel her using the Power to heal his body. His mangled nerve-endings repaired themselves. His wounds healed and blood evaporated from his tanned skin. He lifted his head and caught her gaze.
     She bent over him, hair falling over his face.
     “By the way,” she whispered in his ear, “I’ll kill the bastards who did this.”
     She pulled him to his feet and he kissed her. He drank in her scent, relishing the feel of her lips against his.
     Then she pulled away, jerking her head toward a trail through the trees surrounding the battle-ground. He nodded, and they started walking.
     “I found the people who planned this,” she said, a few minutes later. A breeze swished through the trees, ruffling Brian’s blond hair.
     He looked at her. “Is that where you were today?”
     She nodded. “They’re the same force we’ve been hunting for the past year. I tracked them to the Caves of Rasha, fifty miles north of here.” She smiled. “You killed most of them today, my brave knight. Now all that’s left is to hunt the rest down and slaughter them.” There was a dark gleam in her eyes.
     He shook his head, worried. “Gloria, what’s this about?”
     “They killed him, Brian! I will have my vengeance.”
     His eyes widened. “Gods, love, I know what they did. But you’re talking about an entire clan! Women, children . . .”
     She shook her head. “They deserve it.” Her voice was low and eager. “I saw their leader today, Ra’jaa. I recognized him. He’s the brute who killed my brother.”
     His brow furrowed. “Wait. An old man’s not going to be on the front lines of his camp. How did you see him?”
     “I told you, most of their army was gone. It was an easy matter to slip in and—”
     “And you knew going in that their army would be gone?” His voice came out rougher than he intended. A branch slapped his face, but he kept his eyes on her.
     “Yes, of course I did.”
     “You knew they were hunting me?”
     Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know there would be so many!”
     “Gods Gloria, I almost died today! That damn force almost ripped me to pieces! And you knew!” He stopped and glared at her. “You couldn’t have stood by me?”
     He spun away as she reminded him that she had left three days ago to hunt Raj’aa. He listened past her veiled statements to the truth: she had known Raj’aa was watching them. She had known he would never send his army out to hunt them both; he would have stayed holed up in the caves, too entrenched for even them to defeat.
     She had abandoned him in order to lure Raj’aa’s force out of their defenses. He had almost died.
     Resentment boiled within him, and he forced himself not to look at her. He knew if he saw her face, her wide eyes, her freckled nose, his anger would melt away. He didn’t want it to.
     Resolutely, he stared at a misshapen tree to their left. It soared into the forest canopy, its thick trunk dappled with sunlight and shade. Bulbous knots protruded like warts.
     He knew she loved him. But still . . . sometimes it felt like she was just using him. Like he was her favorite trinket, to be loved while it lasted but sacrificed if need be.
     Why she would sacrifice him when he knew she was in love with him, he had no idea. He shrugged. Sometimes love didn’t make sense.
     “If you’re having misgivings, love, tell me.”
     He shook his head, forcing his feelings down. Arguing wouldn’t do him any good.
     “Good.” She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear. “Just help me kill Raj’aa. I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.

Julian’s book is available at:
http://www.amazon.com/Freedom-ebook/dp/B004UGNDWM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1350490843&sr=8-1&keywords=freedom+julian+adorney