The Rain By Best Selling Author Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc

March 2, 2011 at 7:18 pm (Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc) (, , , )


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Become One of The Damned Written by Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc

March 2, 2011 at 6:27 pm (Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc) (, , , , )


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Love in The Alley By Lasla Moore

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Love in the Labryinth by Lasla Moore

February 28, 2011 at 9:55 pm (Lasla Moore) (, , , , )


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Into the Night By Lasla Moore

February 23, 2011 at 12:26 pm (Vampires) (, , , , )


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Dracula Doesn’t Live Here Anymore – Brian L. Porter, Author

March 18, 2010 at 11:05 pm (Uncategorized, Vampires) (, , , , , , , )


Dracula Doesn’t Live Here Anymore – Review by Martha A. Cheves, Author of Stir, Laugh, Repeat

“Look at me Dexter, look at my eyes.” He did as she asked, and for the first time, he noticed the redness. Her eyes were like two ruby red pools and they were growing deeper with every passing second. She moved closer to him, took his hand in hers for the first time, and he was aware instantly of an energy, a sort of electricity flowing between them.

Brian L. Porter has done it again and I have to admit that he really messed with my mind in his short story Dracula Doesn’t Live Here Anymore. The two main characters, Dexter and Christina are both investigative reporters, attempting to uncover the truth regarding the deaths of five people in Dracula country. All victims have been completely drained of their blood. Vampires? A “Crazy” at large? I think you will be as surprised as I was when you discover the answer to that question.

Eternal Press
2007
31 Pages
ISBN 978-1-926640-25-9

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Darkened Requiem The Collections by Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc Reviewed by Yvonne Mason

August 2, 2009 at 2:40 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , )


Darkened RequiemThis little book arrived on my door step the other day. It was written by Author Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc who is known for her horror, sinister, vampire, undead, work. This unique collection delves into the mind of one of the best authors out there to write horror and the dark genre.

It is a collection of prose and poetry which deals with the undead. In her “Ode To The Night” the reader can see those who walk in the darkness, “We walk with you, talk with you, you’re none the wiswer it seems, We haunt your steps in the darkness, and in your waking fleeting dreams….”

  This takes me back in time to the classic work of Dracula. I haven’t read poetry this inspirinig or moving since Edgar Allen Poe. I can see the dark ones moving silently through the night. I can feel their putrid breath as they pass by me wondering if I am going to become one of them.

     Even though this book is a small book it is full of wonderful poetry – poetry that will make you go back again and again. Poetry that will stay in your mind and you will find yourself quoting it just like you do Poe. “Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.”

   And excellent read a five star book

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Red,Object of My Affection,The Dread Moon,Original Sin,Brain Dead,Eden,Diary of An Incubus,Once In A Blue Moon,by Author Tracey H Kitts

July 30, 2009 at 7:31 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , )


Red Red: Book one, Lilith Mercury: Werewolf Hunter Series When the ‘animal disease’ spreads from Terra to Earth, the Hunters are established on Earth, as well, and Lilith’s father is commander of Earth’s Hunters … reason enough for Lilith, a Hunter herself, to ignore the magnetic pull of the alpha male determined to have her for his mate.
But Lilith isn’t quite human herself—not since she was attacked by werewolves—and she’s always had a ‘thing’ for tall, dark, and creepy.   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/red.htm  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Object of My Affections Object of My Affection: Book two, Lilith Mercury Werewolf Hunter Series A Hunter herself, there had been a time when the battle lines were clearly drawn and there would’ve been no question, no doubts, but that time had passed. Marco wasn’t the beast Lilith had thought, not her enemy-and she was drawn to the beast man in a way she found almost as incomprehensible as it was hard to resist. She’d always love Alfred, though, always depended on him. Alfred had always been there to protect her, even when she’d only seen him through the eyes of a child. Seeing him through the eyes of a woman entirely changed her perspective.   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/objectofmyaffection.htm  

 

 

 

 

The Dread Moon The Dread Moon: Book three, Lilith Mercury Werewolf Hunter Series Lilith’s reputation as the best in the business has spread, and not just to the lycanthrope population. She’s just been hired to find the original vampire. The vamps want what everyone else wants, equality. However, she will soon realize that the original vampire isn’t just out for blood, or the return of rights to his people … he wants Lilith too.   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/thedreadmoon.htm  

Orginal Sin  Original Sin: Book four, Lilith Mercury Werewolf Hunter Series Peter was Lilith’s first love–and the first person to call her a monster. Despite their past, Lilith would save him if she could, but when Peter is infected with lycanthropy and becomes determined to challenge Marco for the position of lupinus regalis, wolf king, she faces a hard choice.   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/originalsin.htm    

 

 

Brain Dead Brain Dead: Jane Masters had no idea she was a necromancer … until she raised her dead boss. Luis Phillippe is the vampire responsible for the power mingled in her blood. When Luis reveals the details of her past life and the source of her power, her heart remembers him. But will she survive to love him this time?   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/braindead.htm   Bitten: Sandra Ashton is a witch who suddenly finds herself dating three vampires. So, what do you do when you’ve got three immortal beings professing their undying or is that undead love for you? You agree to what they like to call, ‘joint custody’.   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/bitten.htm

 

 

 

 

   Eden  Eden: Catrina’s world is turned upside down the moment she agrees to Viktor’s plan. Who even knew that Abraham Van Helsing had a younger brother? Not only that, but a brother who was turned by the King of Vampires and who held such obvious power. Now she must deal with the consequences of her actions and an attraction she can no longer deny.   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/eden.htm  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

diaryincubus thumbnail Diary of an Incubus: Jewel Mathers needed a good story for her next novel. She turned to the ancient journals in desperation. But fame and fortune comes with a price … and a couple of hot vampires. Jewel was in enough trouble after she accidentally published Vincent’s diary. But now the head of the vampire council, Alucard, wants her for himself. Her fate is in his hands. How will she ever choose between them? Especially when her life may depend on that choice.   Purchase Link: http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/diaryofanincubus.htm  

 

 

 

 

 

OnceBlueMoon_Once in a Blue Moon: Tara has always wondered what it would be like to meet a real live werewolf. Little does she know, her wish is about to come true.

Now she must decide if she can see past the beast in order to love the man.

 

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https://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=42

 

Authors link:

 www.traceyhkitts.com

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The Warrior By Thomas Paul Sternerhowe

July 28, 2009 at 10:06 pm (scifi, Suspense Novels, Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )


 

Warrior

 

The Warrior  is a novel of approximately 312,000 words.  It is set at the end of a cataclysmic five year global war.  The year is 2010 and the planet is in a state of chaos.  Wulf leaves his family and the beautiful Lylia,  descends into the Earth to seek a place of refuge for his People.  He is accompanied by his comrade-in-arms the Cajun, Angelo.

            Once in the “Labyrinth”, they are accosted by blood-thirsty mutant creatures and a raging assassin.  Wulf faces many perils, not the least of which is the truth about himself.  Is he a “Climber”, a soul thief, vampire victim of a four hundred year curse?

            The Patron knows, watching from his lair, “The Night Room”.  The naked ladies dance on his fiery stages as he watches and manipulates Wulf.  Lylia finds him there, on the wrong side of the one-way glass.  She is raped and beaten, cold as ice and forced to dance.  Still she stands proud and proves to be more than the wicked Patron can handle.,  He laughs as she makes her danse, gives her the tattoed skin of her raper as a gift, sends his head to Wulf.

            Wulf emerges from the Labyrinth with the sultry lady doctor, Jennifer.  She has saved him, shared the secrets of the Labyrinth and her brother, Hood.  He discovers “After Earth”, a ship buried in the Earth and surrounded by the Labyrinth. He and Jennifer join Wulf’s Children, find Lylia gone and a world gone mad.

            Wulf rides with The Lords of the Dragon into the stronghold of the United Republic of Allied Continents (YURASS) to seek peace, only to be attacked by the merciless assassin from the Labyrinth.  He returns to his home in the Great Stone Mountains, finds he has been betrayed by his brother and Boss Tongue, field commander of  The Lords of the Dragon.

            Finally he begins to listen to the metal voice from the Labyrinth.  He makes plans to go with Jennifer, his Children and a handful of faithful riders from the Lords, into the Earth.  The YURASS strikes and the enemy from the Land of the Rising Sun.  An exodus begins as people in the cities hear about the wolf man going to live with the spiders and snakes.  Wulf welcomes them and waits with his comrades and Children, one thousand feet under the Earth, for the final ending to begin.

 

Tom {WordWulf} Sterner

2360 Shining Star Way

Redding, CA  96003

wordwulf@gmail.com

http://pages.prodigy.net/sterner-howe/

{720} 890-7217

 

Madman Chronicles: The Warrior now available at:

http://www.publishamerica.com/shopping/shopdisplayproducts.asp?catalogid=3425

 

REVIEWS

A compelling read!   
Daniel Meyer
Texas
  (12/27/2004)

An epic and compelling adventure. An artful blending of motorcycles and the unique souls who ride them, clashing cultures, family love, the loyalty and honor of friends, stunning betrayals, and inconceivable evil all swirling in a land teetering between apocalypses. Join Wulf as he leads his people into the labyrinth, part of which is a futuristic underground habitation that just might be their salvation…or something much, much more.

Excellent!   
Sherry
Vero Beach
  (3/5/2004)

Immerse yourself in this voyeuristic world with a junket through a timeless labyrinth and an abyss of imagination. The book is like an all day multi layered tasty jawbreaker – very complex and delightfully mystical down to the very last bit. The story opens at the conclusion of the world conflict in the year 2010 with Wulf saying a farewell to his loved and trusted friend, Hood. The farewell is an elaborate high ceremony at the Stone Mountains behind the City of the Rock. Wulf is a descendant of the North American Peoples and a member of Lord of the Dragon. He created a community known as the Cave of the Dark Heart. With help from the ancient Book of the See, Wulf along with his staunch companion, genus Cajun Angelo, boldly search for a secure haven for his people. The reader will jump in and out of dreams into nightmares in a flash of a thundercrack. In one mad dream Wulf experiences an intense vision of “ a worm crawled out of her mouth, white and fat, burrowing itself between her bleeding lips, feeding.” Meet the soul hopping Patron who is “fueled by hate and a burning lust for revenge”. There is nothing cookie cutter about this book. It has a distinct style all its own. It is written with an elaborate herculean and provocative style. This book aggressively takes on in limitless futuristic action the very human elements of mistrust, fears, abuse, sex, tenderness, love, and the dynamics in all relationships. This is not a book you can skim. The author vibrantly interweaves creativity, intensity and exquisite detail. Mr. Sternerhowe also provides music that may be downloaded from his site that correlates to the chapters in the book. A unique concept that should not be missed by the reader. The Madman Chronicles: The Warrior offers an adult cerebral momentousness makings of a first rate epic. Sherry Russell Author/reviewer

Warrior,The Madman Chronicles   
Maggie
USA
  (2/10/2004)

Having read just three chapters, I knew I needed to add it to my collection. This is a fast paced, well thought out book with multi themes that require you to read slowly. I am looking forward to its arrival. The characters are not only drawn well, but have had flesh and blood added to them everyone. I am looking forward to the whole book.

Warrior, The: Madman Chronicles   
Christy
Arvada, Colorado USA
  (1/24/2004)

What a ride! I couldn’t put it down! The characters are so real that you feel what they feel as if you’re one of them (you definitely want to be). This novel keeps you on your toes anxiously waiting for what will happen next! You’ll ride a rollercoaster of emotions from cheering to crying! Thanks to this thrill ride I’ve been to the Great Stone Mountains, the family Wulf spiritual ground, and felt the hope of After Earth. Read this novel and you’ll have been there too! I can’t wait for the next one! To the author…Word! Wulf!

Madman Chronicles: The Warrior   
Paul
United States
  (12/3/2003)

” Madman Chronicles : The Warrior ” By Thomas Paul ( Wordwulf ) Sterner Howe Reviewer : Paul Berube, Author/Poet SternerHowe’s novel is a futuristic shocker containing something for everyone. This excellent work of fiction will keep you on the edge of your seat and glued to it’s pages from start to finish. Join SternerHowe in this wild ride through the bat and giant spider infested caves of THE LABYRINTH or the beauty of AFTER EARTH. Walk walls with Wulf and Andrew or leap into a soul or two with The Patron. Enjoy the cajun humor of Angelo or the eroticism of Lila and beauty of Jennifer. Cry, laugh, love and sing with the entire cast of characters or just fly through Vera’s world of Cyberspace. Whatever your preference you are truly in for the treat of a lifetime. This novel is definitely an outstanding read.

A true man   
Brandie
Illinois
  (11/17/2003)

You will absolutely marvel as you join Wulf in his action packed journey in the not so distant future. Witness the heroics as him and his comrade the Cajun, Angelo perform heroic feats and obstacles. This book is sure to keep you at the edge of your seat just waiting to turn the page. The details make you feel as if you are right there living this adventure with our new found friend Wulf. Thomas Sternerhowe shows great talent and skill in his writings. This is most definitely a book you will want to read again and again!!

 

The Warrior: Madman Chronicles    Saturday 24 of January, 2004 [21:11:39 UTC

I have just finished reading this extraordinary novel and wanted to let you know (and any others who read this) what an incredible masterpiece it is. For those of us who have read your writings and heard your music this novel represents a consummation of it all! I will (and have been) recommend this read to anyone who is willing to listen! Put the CD with it and you (the reader) will have an already awesome experience heightened beyond belief. There really aren’t words to express (especially to someone who says them so well) what I get from your words and music! Fist extended to you Wulf…Word!

 

Excerpt:

There was no air to breathe, nothing to pull into his tortured lungs. His internal organs screamed, his chest bound, ragged breaths coming in short wheezing gasps. Wulf was awake, fallen into a nightmare world beyond compare, where? A stinking odor of musk owned the rancid air. His body was bound by tens of thousands of sticky rope things. Tensing his muscles, he could break ten of them, a hundred, but there were hundreds of hundreds and they held his body fast. It was impossible for him to move.

Each time he attempted to escape, Wulf became further entangled, his movement restricted more and more. Each shortened and struggling breath made a tightening of the rope threads that held him bound. Once more he was forced to push away his mounting panic in an attempt to get his bearings. As he gathered his wits about him, his mind barely able to assimilate the information received from his eyes and body, he entered a realm of fear and disbelief beyond anything previously experienced.

The sticky strings bounced this way and that. A silent shadow inched its way toward him. Out of nowhere the horrendous Mother of all wolf spiders was hovering over him. Her spider feet picked their way nearer, touching him here and there, probing the outside edges of the form his body made. She was aware of his waking, examining the bonds of the prison she had created for him. She had him solidly wrapped in the corner of the web she had constructed around him, pulling him up from the floor in her spider way. As she moved he saw a fine silk sac hanging a few feet from his head. It swayed back and forth, a silken womb in a darkened room. He could only imagine the thousands of tiny round spider eggs in the sac. His body shuddered violently and tears ran from his eyes as he became acutely aware of his rightful place in the scheme of things. A shrieking in his head wailed, “Food chain…spider brain!”

Wulf’s mind careened out of control. He babbled incoherently as he felt it let go. He was gone and that was so fine, until… His body ached so terribly in forever places as he sensed a tugging on the strands of silk holding him in a mortal embrace. Ignoring the pain, he twisted his head around. His eyes came to rest on the dripping fangs of his captor. There was a wildly squirming
bat hanging from them. It was still very much alive. Through the fuzz of his vision Wulf could see she hadn’t yet begun the process of draining the life fluids from its flying rat body. Its small beady eyes were shock-glazed over. Its filthy little fuzzy chest was rising and falling rapidly, the trip hammer of its heart beating double time with the effort of its futile struggle.

Wulf giggled and burbled, “Die Mister Bat.” His body shook with his unwarranted and completely senseless fear of the tiny winged animal. The inside of his half-crazed mind exploded with the absurd command, “Just eat the fucking thing you spider bitch!” He attempted to close his eyes but they were fastened on the doomed creature, mesmerized by its death throes. He felt hate in his soul for the merciless glistening fangs that held the poor damned thing. He would soon bear witness his own impending death. His other mind spoke, “We are one, little flying bat.” The voice whispered in his head, “Our twin fates are sealed and so be it. You will haunt me no more. We will hold our eyes open in the face of eternity, at the feast on our mortality. You are fortunate to be first, then done and through with her spider madness!” As if she could read his thoughts, the spider inched forward, legs lifting high in her exaggerated spider-walking. She was smooth and then stopped in a strobe-light danse of evil. Wulf heard all the things she did in a halting slow motion, the monster sound of her demented movements, smooth and whispers… whispers… bitch!

The bat gave a terrified squeal as she hooked it with the mating claw of her front leg and sprang at Wulf. She was so much quicker than his horrified mind could assimilate. He felt himself freefalling into a lunatic void. She wrapped herself around his head, the stiffness of his filthy matted hair, the stinking scent of her musk assailing him. He screamed at her and into her as
she shoved the struggling and bleeding bat into his mouth. She held him open with her claws, entering him, shoving the pathetic creature down his constricting throat. His choking and gagging were of no consequence to her. Against every bit of will he had left, he felt his throat accept what she offered, his body swallowing.

She pulled herself from inside him, slammed his mouth shut, wrapped her body tightly around his face. She held him thus until his retching and heaving subsided. Wulf was a thing of her embrace, a necessary link in the chain of her evolution, mutation. He was an unwilling patient, a
prisoner in her bleeding hospital. He would eat when she decided to feed him. And feed him she did. He spent the remainder of the most terrifying night of his life being fattened up on bats and spider milk, whatever else she found trapped and squirming in her killing web. The fight had gone out of him but she held him fast. He drank of her with his lips, his tongue probing the sac of her juice, sucking her dry. She held his head in a warm embrace, tending to him constantly, taking no nourishment herself. She was preparing for the long sleep. Her purpose for living was nearly over, eternity close at hand.

Wulf’s hairy hostess finally decided he had been fed enough. Perhaps she had simply run out of squirming, fighting, scratching and bleeding things to shove down his whore of a throat. She busied herself with repairs to her web, strengthening it where it attached to the floor and the wall. Wulf stared wide-eyed, with a morbid sense of fascination and impending doom as she worked. He watched as her abdominal spinnerets spewed forth fine silk, wrapping unidentifiable things, patching rents in the web and tending to the cocoon-like sac of her young. Her eight legs never stopped moving. They were a thousand fold, scratching and brutally raping the mouth and throat of him.

Now that she had left him alone he teetered on the very fringe of madness. He was nauseated by the writhing, biting and body fluids leaking, filthy crawling things of the earth he had been force fed. That is very well and good, his mind told itself. You don’t have to accept her offerings like the whore of your body. Then he would see her sac of eggs hanging, swinging back and forth, slow/fast like her and his mind would take yet another turn into and upon itself.

She was so busy all at once, her womb sac swaying madly, touching the web at each end of its arc. Pendulum, Wulf thought, pendulum. For his new terror he imagined the tens of thousands of baby wolf spiders clawing their way out of their eggs. They would use their tiny egg tooth, sharp and already mean. Their spider legs would crawl up and out of the sac, through its thin wall of Mother’s silk. They would be hungry… no, starving… voraciously starving, injecting their tiny needle fangs into him, twenty thousand of their needles, fastening themselves to every available surface area on his body, eyes, face, genitals.. And inside, drinking the essence of his mortal life from the inside and out, the outside and in, eating him alive in slow painful little pieces.

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Galen By Allan Gilbreath

July 27, 2009 at 11:25 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , )


Galen

 

Galen- the name itself conjours up old world castles, dark alleys, cobblestone streets. However, Galen is now in the present and has learned to adjust to the new ways.
Yes, Galen is a Vampire, but a vampire with a twist. This twist is what kept me turning the pages to see exactly what Galen was about.
Galen loves to feed and he loves to hunt. But Galen does it with a flair. He seduces the women he wants and depending on his mood he either kills them or keeps them around for a while.
Except for Brenda- She was supposed to die- due to circumstances which were beyond Galen’s control she didn’t now she is out for his blood.
When I finished Galen I went right to the next in the series Dark Chances.
If you really enjoy dark vampires and want something new and fresh read Galen, and then Dark Chances.

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