Tuesday, 2 August 2016

BLOG TOUR INCLUDING GIVEAWAY - SOUL CATCHERS SERIES BY MARY ABSHIRE


Book One
Title: Claiming The Evil Dead
Series: Soul Catchers Series
Author: Mary Abshire
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: 28th December 2015

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An evil vampire preying upon children is on the loose in Chicago. Destroying him isn’t enough. Half-demon Jessie Garrett wants to send his soul where it belongs…in Hell.

Jessie lives a normal life—office worker by day and paranormal investigator on the side. She keeps her true nature and unique gift hidden. When a vampire approaches her with knowledge of her ability, her world starts to change. Drake, a member of Vampires for the Ethical Treatment of Other Vampires, propositions her for a job.

Although Jessie doesn’t trust him, she can’t turn down the opportunity to serve the ultimate justice to an evil vampire. Trying to capture the devout killer comes with a few complications. But as she partners with Drake she learns not all bloodsuckers are bad and discovers the cold-blooded vamp is a temptation too difficult to resist.



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EXCERPT
"Jessie Garrett," he said, capturing my attention. "Twenty-four, single, computer technician, paranormal investigator…" He paused and directed his attention from the road to me.
I stared back at him and waited for him to say the word.
"Demon," he finished.
"That's not on my birth certificate."
His lips twitched. "You're a mystery to me."
"Let's keep it that way."
I shifted one leg over the other. From my peripheral vision, I saw him watching me. I wore a knee-length black skirt with small, blue floral designs and three-inch black sandals. I'd selected the skirt thinking I would stay cooler. Now that I realized I had exposed my bare legs to his eyes, I wished I'd worn jeans.
"I have met a few demons in my existence, and I have to admit that none compare to you."

I silently chuckled. What a sweet compliment. Maybe he had a warm personality hidden within that cold body of his. Maybe.

"Tell me, Jessie Garrett, where have you been hiding all these years?"

"You followed me and seem to know a lot about me. Why don't you tell me?" I crossed my arms.

"How about a deal?"

"Another one?"

"Consider it an exchange. You tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me."

His proposal appealed to me. Since I was stuck in a car with him for the next three hours, and I had limited knowledge of vampires, why not cash in on a golden opportunity to learn more about him?

"Okay," I said with a shrug. "But I get to ask the first question."

He grinned. "Always a concession with you."

I flashed a smile at him. He should have known that bargaining with a demon was never easy.


Book Two
Title: Catching An Evil Tail
Series: Soul Catcher Series
Author: Mary Abshire
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: 26th February 2016

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Half-demon Jessie Garrett longs to liberate herself from the debt she owes the demon yearning to seduce her. When Jeremy asks for her help, she jumps at the chance to make a new deal with him—one that will guarantee her freedom. The only catch? She has to send the soul of a werewolf to Hell.

As if Jessie didn’t have enough trouble in her life, her vampire lover remains out of the country. After Drake fails to offer an explanation as to why he hasn’t returned, she starts to wonder if she should move on without him. But when he finally shows up and defends his absence, his justification stuns and terrifies her.

Love, trust, and loyalty are on the line. Torn between her feelings for her vampire boyfriend, a hot Alpha wolf, and a demon vowing to protect her, Jessie must figure out her heart’s true desires and the best course of action to stay alive.


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EXCERPT
I sat on the floor of my fancy suite with my back against the sofa, drinking my third bottle of expensive vodka. One minute, I hated the world and everyone, especially men. The next, I wanted to ball my eyes out over being alone. Remote in one hand and bottle in the other, I flipped through the channels, searching for something violent, something horrific, or something that would appease my inner demon. One thing I knew for sure was that I hated Jeremy.

The time on the news channel showed it was past 1:00 a.m. Thanks to my pity party, I'd drowned into a world I hadn't seen in a long time—not since college when Christopher and I split. Men—couldn't live with them and couldn't live without them. And turning into a lesbian wouldn't work for me. I needed a man to hold me, kiss me, and love me in the most passionate way. Why couldn't I find such a man?

I gulped down another fourth of the bottle. The fiery liquor raised my temperature. Sweat beaded on my face and neck. As I lowered the bottle to my side, everything in the room started spinning while all worries and cares drifted away. Hell yeah, I was feeling damn good!

Hearing the click of the adjoining room door, I turned my head. The room spun, but I managed to see two figures. They headed toward me.

"Wanna drink?" I held up the bottle as an offering. Two seconds later, I withdrew my offer. Screw sharing.

Jeremy squatted at my side. His body moved sideways and I busted out in laughter.

"Are we in an earthquake?" The words came out slurred.

"Is she drunk?" the man behind Jeremy asked.

I leaned sideways to get a look at the man, only my control didn't exist and I nearly crashed into the floor until Jeremy caught me. I laughed, then recognized the person behind Jeremy.

"Hey, I know you," I said, pointing the bottle toward Ryan. "You're Jeremy's werewolf friend. Here, wolfie-wolfie."

"How much has she had?" the werewolf asked.

Jeremy jerked the bottle from my hand.

"Hey, that's mine." I reached for it.

The room tilted and everything moved so fast that I gave up trying to reclaim my bottle before I could fell face-first on the floor.

"Here." I pushed two empty bottles toward him. "You can have these, too. I don't want them anymore."

"Damn!" Ryan shouted. "I don't think we should have left her alone."

I giggled. "I had a great time." I slapped my hand on my thigh. "With me, myself, and I."

Jeremy's fingers grazed my cheek as he brushed aside the hair from my face. "Where did you get the liquor?"

"Your fingers are so warm." The snake tattoo on his arm captured my gaze.

He lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "Where did you get the bottles, Jessie?"

I drew in a deep breath. "I visited the lounge, and the manager served me a bottle. I asked if he'd sell me a couple, but he turned me down." I jerked my chin away from him. Suddenly, the room started moving.

Jeremy put his hands on the sides of my face and brought my gaze back to his. "How did you get the bottles?"

Everything stopped spinning. "I showed him a little ass, and he sold them to me." I smiled.

Ryan chuckled behind Jeremy, but the sound turned into a cough. "Sorry."

I stared into Jeremy's soft brown eyes. "You're a fucker, Jeremy. A mean motherfucker."

His lips pulled into a bright smile. "Now there's the woman I love."

I shoved him and he fell backward on his ass.


Book Three
Title: Fighting Evil
Series: Soul Catcher Series
Author: Mary Abshire
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: 15th March 2016

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Half-demon Jessie Garrett’s battles seem endless. While Jeremy, the demon out to win her heart, teaches her how to fight, Jessie’s relationship with her vampire lover, Drake, reaches a breaking point. Adding to her struggles, she must defend her life against a group of vampires who consider her a threat to their existence.

Held captive on a remote island with both Drake and Jeremy protecting her, she is tested in ways she’s never imagined. Jessie fights back; only her actions do more harm than good. The group offers her a choice, but no matter what she decides, her life will change forever.


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EXCERPT
"Drake?" I gave him a questioning look with my brows closing in near my nose.

He approached me, threading his fingers through his long brown hair. His face was tight, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Dark eyes pierced me. "We need to talk."

The tension claiming him had to be a result from my less than appropriate appearance with Jeremy at the karate school.

"Is it about earlier?" I asked.

He stopped in front of me and gripped my shoulders. "What in God's name were you doing without your clothes on?" His tone was deep, full of anger and concern.

"We were fighting. After he broke my neck—"

He growled, and he tightened his grip. "He broke your neck?"

"I made a stupid move—and that gave him time to remove my clothes. But when my bones healed, I beat the shit out of him. For once, I actually beat him." I smiled, hoping Drake would find my accomplishment as worthy as I did.

The tightness in his face ebbed. "You created that bloody mess on his face?"

I lifted a shoulder. "He made me angry when he tried to take advantage of me."

A smile spread across Drake's face. "I hope I never make you that angry."

"Don't give me a reason, and you won't have to worry." Grinning, I recalled times when he had made me angry. After we'd first met, the ancient vamp and I had many communication issues. Add my lack of trust and our relationship went beyond tense. Yet, somehow, we worked out our problems and fell madly in love, a feat I never would have thought possible two months ago.

Drake's gaze honed in on my mouth. He touched my chin and gently glided his thumb over my bottom lip, the repeatedly busted one. "I can heal this for you." His voice was as soft as his touch and made my insides quiver.

My eyes drooped. "No, he'll know."

Slowly, he slid his hand down my arm, spawning an increase of goose flesh. "Are you saying we can't even kiss now?"

Oh, I wanted to kiss his soft lips, enjoy the touch of his playful tongue, and feel his cool embrace wrapped around me. I hated we had to pretend we weren't lovers. "Maybe when the cut is healed." Denying a simple kiss felt worse than any hit or broken bone.

Drake wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him. His energy passed through me in a peaceful wave. "My heart and soul long to be with you."

I hugged him with all the strength I had while I breathed in his rosemary cedar wood scent. On the outside, his body was cool and solid, pleasing to my feverish flesh. Inside, passionate love filled him. I wanted to hold onto him and his love forever. "You have no idea how much I want to forget about everything and just be alone with you."


Book Four
Title: Love Conquers All Evil
Series: Soul Catcher Series
Author: Mary Abshire
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: 21st April 2016

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Hiding from the VETOV, Jessie and Drake move to a small town in Alaska—home to humans, demons, and werewolves. They soon discover a serial killer is on the loose and it's a demon stealing good souls. Jessie longs to end the fiend's rampage so she can send his soul to Hell. But finding the murderer won't be easy, especially after she bumps into a werewolf who had kidnapped and tried to kill her.

Jessie reaches out to Alan, the Alpha she'd helped in Arizona. Alan and Drake work together to eliminate the threat against Jessie, but removing the werewolf may come with a steep price.

Over a roller coaster ride of events, Jessie battles for survival and her soul.

Through all her struggles, she maintains a feverish love for Drake. On Christmas Eve, he presents Jessie with a surprise. Eternity never looked better for the half-demon soul catcher.


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EXCERPT
Lightly biting my tongue, I paced in the room. A violent demon stabbed people, then stole their souls and money. Why would a person—no, a demon—do such a thing? How long had they been killing? Did they just start, or was it an addiction? And why weren't people fighting back? Was the demon taking their souls first? No, that couldn't be the answer since the demon stabbed some of the victims in the back.

"You still have not told me what is on your mind," Drake said.

I stopped pacing near the door. "I'm thinking about the kind of demons who steal souls."

"You know what I am talking about," he said, smiling. "Our agreement from earlier. You owe me an answer and I intend to get it."

Get it? Oh, I could give it, but why not make him work for it? "And I seem to recall telling you to give me what I want and I will tell you. Well, Mr. Dark Eyes, you still owe me."

"Mr. Dark Eyes?" Drake slowly rose from the chair. "I owe you?"

I took a step back, placing myself in the doorway. Any closer and I'd run. He'd have to catch me and work for the answer.

"I fulfilled my obligation," he said, his head slightly tilted to the side. His pupils swelled.

I licked my lips. "Only to an extent. We were interrupted."

"You are teasing me." He took a step toward me.

Grinning, I darted down the hall, then raced down the stairs. Footsteps came fast behind me. I had no hope of escaping him, but that was all part of the fun. And he knew it.

Drake caught me two steps past the staircase. He picked me up and my legs flew in front of me. He carried me into the bedroom, all while I laughed, screamed a little, and wriggled in his arms. Reaching the bed, he let go and I fell onto the soft mattress.
I quickly twisted around to face him. Below his curled upper lip, two sharp teeth said hello. Amusement played on his face. He grabbed my legs and yanked me toward him.
"Do you refuse to tell me after we agreed—"
"Refuse is such a strong word. I don't refuse. I simply want something in return," I said with a playful smile.
He lowered his body over mine, then rubbed his solid cock against me. Damn, he felt so good and ready.
"I intend to get my answer," he said before he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me tenderly.
I raked my fingers through his soft hair, brushing it away from his face. "Show me how badly you want it."
After a quick tug, my shorts came off. He showed me how much he wanted my answer, repeatedly, until my body was sore, throbbing with ecstasy, and totally exhausted.


Book Five
Title: Freedom From The Evil Dead
Series: Soul Catchers Series
Author: Mary Abshire
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: 18th May 2016

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Drake and Jessie have spent a few years hiding from the group of vampires who believe she is a threat to their existence. When Drake learns the organization may be willing to negotiate, he decides to take a chance and meet with them. For over three years, Jessie waits for her vampire lover to return. She fears the worst and seeks to locate him from the only man who can help her.

Jessie bargains with Jeremy, the demon she turned away so long ago. But locating Drake comes with many sacrifices. After Jeremy nearly pays with his life, Jessie takes matters into her own hands. Willing to surrender her own existence, she leaves to free Drake.

Through great heartache and suffering, Jessie struggles to survive. Fury gives her strength and she vows revenge. Given freedom and a chance to live a normal life she's always dreamed, Jessie must decide her future.


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EXCERPT
Jeremy poured more vodka. "I missed our days of drinking together. We had some good times." He set the bottle upright.

I stared at the glass. "You know I wouldn’t be here unless I needed your help. I’m putting your life in danger by coming here."

"Yeah, well…" He gave a casual shrug with one of his shoulders. "I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for blue-eyed half-demons."

I almost chuckled. Almost, then I grabbed the shot and downed it. The fluid warmed me again.

"In case you’ve forgotten, I’m quite capable of handling any vampires," he said.

"The skill is a handy one." I nodded.

He chuckled. "Nice choice of words." He crossed his arms. "Now tell me what I can help you with."

I breathed in deeply. "I want you to help me find Drake."

The amusement on his face disappeared. "Seriously?"

"I don’t know if he’s alive—"

"He’s been dead for several centuries," he interrupted, and I paused.

"I need proof he’s still here or…not. No pictures. No videos. I need to see with my own eyes if they destroyed him, or if they’re holding him hostage. If they are keeping him against his will, then I want him freed. And if they did destroy him…" I paused to gather more air. "I want them extinguished. And if by all means possible, I want to send their souls to Hell."

Jeremy stared calmly at me, then he rose. He started pacing. "Let me get this straight. You want me to help you find your old lover, whom I despise. And if he’s been burned to ashes, you want me to help you get revenge." He stopped to look at me.

"In a nutshell, yes."

He chuckled as he grabbed the bottle and filled the glass. "Not only am I risking my life, I would be putting others in danger."

"I realize this." The notion of harm to other people bothered me greatly and I vowed to minimize the risk as much as possible. But ultimately, I realized someone could get hurt, or worse.

He took the shot fast, then set the glass on the counter. "Then you know this will cost you."

I lowered my gaze as I nodded. "I know."

He rubbed his hand over his mouth, then scratched his cheek. "What do think? Should I shave?"

I gave him a quizzical look. How could ask me such unimportant questions when we were in the middle of a serious matter?

"I…I don’t know. It looks good on you."

"You think? Doesn't it make me look older though?" He sat on the stool.

I shook my head, disliking his pettiness. "So what if it does? It looks fine on you."

"So you like it?"

I tossed my hands up. "Yes. Yes. Can we get on with negotiations, please?"

He grinned and slowly dragged his gaze down to my chest. I rolled my eyes. It was only a matter of time before his naughty mind would start working.


Book Six
Title: The Evil Next Door
Series: Soul Catchers Series
Author: Mary Abshire
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: 13th June 2016

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Jessie is enjoying life as she settles into her new home with Jeremy in New Mexico. She's ready to fulfill her agreement with the demon, but the doctor delays her plans. While she continues to recover from her ordeal with the VETOV, she learns women on the Indian reservation next door are being abused, raped, and sometimes murdered. Jessie starts her own investigation and with the help of a Chief, she's able to trace years of mistreatment to three men.

But Jeremy doesn't want her risking her life. Seeking to protect her, he pleads with her to let him handle the issue. Tension between the two escalates as she takes matters into her own hands. When he proves his devotion to her in ways she never imagined, she discovers her true feelings for the demon. Together, will they be able to end the violence toward women on the reservation?


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EXCERPT
The screen door squealed before we reached the kitchen. Jeremy stepped inside, then closed the front door.

"Is everything okay now?" I asked as I approached him.

He secured the lock before he faced me. "I don't want you investigating this matter anymore."

Staring at him, I felt as if I'd been punched in the gut. "Have you no compassion for those women?"

"I do, but your life means more to me."

His response didn't surprise me given the extremes he'd taken to save me and provide me a good life. But his excuse still angered me.

"I can't stop. Those women need help."

"Not from you."

"Then who?" I asked in an elevated tone while I threw up my arms. "The police don't do anything. Nobody helps them. Women are—"

"Stop," he said loudly. "I will not let you get involved. You are mine to protect and I will do it as I see fit."

His words lit a fire within me. I wouldn't stand by and let him tell me what to do. Did he think he could control me because I didn't have any money, a job, or any friends outside his circle? I didn't have any of those things, but I was alive and free. While I would honor our deal, I would not allow him to push me around. And I refused to be treated like a glass doll. Temper shooting through the roof, I balled my hands and stepped toward him.

"You do not own me. I own my life and my soul. Not you." Fury strengthened my voice. Staring into his eyes, I moved closer and he stepped back. "If you think for one second you can control me, think again." He bumped into the door and I stood inches from him. "I am not afraid of you."

His eyes widened as realization slapped him in the face. He grabbed hold of my arms, then spun me around until my back hit the door. Before I could take my next breath, he covered my mouth with his. The kiss stunned me and I didn't want it. I was too outraged. Then, he claimed my tongue and sucked on it. I tried to ignore the intensity of his desire and pushed my hands on his chest. He wouldn't budge. He took hold of my wrists, then pinned them to the door. Body pressed to mine, he rubbed his groin against my belly. My nipples hardened while heat swelled within me. The feel of his solid erection transformed my anger in a flash. When he pushed his length against me again, I wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep inside me.

I moaned under his kiss while I struggled to breathe. My fight to stop him quickly ended, but he continued to pin me to the door. Body wet with need, I yearned for him. He stroked my tongue and I returned the same care. He let go of my wrists, then slid one of his hands between us. While he sought to touch me, I did the same to him. I slipped my hand into his sweat pants and quickly found my prize. It was thick and hard and I never wanted to let go.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mary lives in Indiana and is a lifetime lover of the paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. When she's not slaving away at her government job or binge watching TV, she creates fantastical worlds with vampires, demons, werewolves, angels, and other supernatural creatures. Dive into her books and find action, suspense, a dash of mystery, and seductive men with passionate hearts.

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Monday, 1 August 2016

BLOG TOUR - THE AFTER EFFECT - RENEGADE HEROES SERIES BY ROSE SHABABY

Title: The After Effect
Series: Renegade Heroes
Author: Rose Shababy
Cover Artist: Regina Wamba
Release Date: 19th July 2016

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Maximum Ride meets Sin City in the Renegade Heroes series!

Kasey and his friends are fringe heroes. They use their abilities to protect society, until their last battle leaves Kasey almost dead. Disillusioned, they leave the city in search of peace.

But peace is the last thing they’ll find. Ever since Kasey escaped the cold fingers of death, his powers have been running wild. It doesn’t take long for his girlfriend, Blue, and the others to notice.

In the lush forests of northern Idaho they meet a brand new hero whose shocking revelation sheds new light on Kasey’s strange behavior.

And with her revelation comes a terrible solution none of them can accept.

Worse still, Kasey soon comes face to face with the nightmares of his past.

Will the heroes find the strength to face the consequences of their mistakes? Or will Kasey be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice?

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EXCERPT

After the events of the morning, everyone seemed to need some private time, especially Blue. She went to our room and crawled back into bed, claiming to still be tired from the night before. Esme and Avery retreated outside, while Val and Ash went to town to go bowling with the couple they met the night before.
I sat by myself in the living room, remote in hand and flipping mindlessly through channels. With no one in close vicinity, I didn’t have to work to block out random thoughts and impressions. I stretched out on the couch and let myself relax completely, a rarity for me. No walls in my mind, no struggle for control, no confusion as I tried to sort out all the voices.
I came across the movie Casablanca as I scrolled through channels, and stopped. Something about the movie spoke to me, reminded me of me and Blue. I wondered if it was the depth of Rick and Ilsa’s love for each other that mirrored mine and Blue’s.
Maybe it’s the hopelessness of it, the voice inside me mocked. She has to give him up to do the right thing, and he has to push her to do it. Just as you’ll have to push Blue. There’s nothing you can do to change it. At least she’ll have Avery to comfort her after you’re gone.
Once again, the foreign anger inside me growled to life.
In defiance I pushed the channel up button on the remote, flipping through channels until I found one playing music videos and a close up of a woman’s face filled the screen.
Zelda, I thought as I studied her features. Despite Blue’s denial, I could still see a resemblance between the two of them. Zelda wore heavy makeup so it was hard to tell, and she seemed taller, leaner, and had longer features, but the similarities were there.
Her brow wrinkled as she sang, and the sadness in her eyes seemed to seep through the screen.
Stuck inside a life of maybe
Finding bliss in erratic shifts
I watch you avoiding me
Sin-free and quietly

Keep your hands clean
Keep your mind free
Never touch me
Forget to love me

We can be pure
so we can be godly
We can be meek
so we can be lonely

Open your eyes
Free from the guise
No longer hypnotized
Breaking out

Searching for a beautiful life
Somebody else’s life
Can I start over this life?
Breaking out

Something about her singing made me uneasy as I stared at her. The song was a kind of ballad, but still possessed an edge, an undeniable hardness. The mournful expression of earlier now seemed like a persona, fake sorrow. I turned the television off and laid back, closing my eyes, trying to quell the uneasiness.
I pushed the song from my mind, thinking about the events of the previous night, as well as this morning. I wondered if Rayne’s solution was truly the only way to fix things, but it was the image of Blue’s tear-stained face that haunted me as I fell asleep.

Home, I realized. I was home. I looked around the small room as I pulled the nightshirt in my hands over my head. The water closet, the old bed with the rusted frame, the bare wooden floor slats. I looked down at my hands and realized they were those of a child.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the other room, and I dropped to the floor behind the bed as angry voices barked orders through the wall.
The door burst open and I scurried under the bed as a man dressed in camouflage and carrying a rifle marched in, dragging my sister Zoya by her hair. She screamed and I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming as well.
My father rushed into the room, yelling at the man until another soldier came up from behind and struck him on the back of the head with the butt of his own rifle.
Zoya screamed as our father crumpled to the ground, blood gushing from the wound at the back of his head. From under the bed, I watched it pool beneath him before one of the soldier’s dragged him from the room, the blood streaking across the floor in a gruesome smear. The first soldier shut the door behind him.
I watched as Zoya twisted herself around the soldier’s leg, biting him hard on the calf. The man backhanded her with a force that knocked her to the floor.
She lay still for a moment, facing the bed, until her eyes landed on me. Her voice filled my mind. Do not move, brother. Do not make a sound.
The soldier heaved her off the floor and threw her on the bed. The bedsprings flexed above me, and I flattened myself against the wooden slats of the floor to avoid being crushed.
The sound of Zoya crying filled my ears, and I squeezed my eyes shut as if I doing so could block out the noise. A wave of nausea hit me and suddenly, I found myself staring up at the soldier as he ripped the clothes off my body. In the same moment, I realized I was also staring down at Zoya as I shredded her clothes with strong, unfamiliar hands. 
I felt the screams tearing out of my throat as mad panic overwhelmed my senses, barely able to separate the image of the soldier above me and Zoya below.
A second later, the maniacal glee of the soldier ripped through me, and I couldn’t hold back my screams any longer.
I screamed until my throat was hoarse, until the screams turned to great heaving sobs. Only then did I hear the voice calling my name.
“Kasimir,” the voice soothed. “Shh. Open your eyes, little one.”
Peeking through my eyelids, I saw Zoya’s face peering at me under the bed. She reached out a hand.
“Come, little one, you are safe.”
“But you’re dead,” I breathed as I put my hand in hers and she helped me from under the bed. I looked around in wonder.
The walls had fallen away, and the bedroom sat in the middle of a clearing, a lush forest surrounding it on all sides as the sun shone down on us.
I looked at our joined hands and realized the hand that held hers belonged to an adult. The childish persona I had adopted in the dream had disappeared.
“That’s right,” I said aloud. “This is a dream.”
“Are you certain?” Zoya asked with a smile. “Just because you are not awake does not mean you are dreaming. I have been trying to communicate with you for a long time, but it was not until you understood what was happening that I was able to break through.”
“If this isn’t a dream, then what is it?”
“You are between,” she said. 
“Between what?”
“Between spaces. Between worlds.” She pointed toward the woods. “Look, there. Do you see it?”
I stared in the direction she pointed, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the woods, I began to see a black void deep in the trees. At first I thought it was just the darkness of the woods itself, but after a moment I could see the outline of the void. The edges writhed and seethed as if alive, and the entire void blurred and shimmered like a puddle of oil.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It is the other side.” She lifted her hand again, this time pointing in the opposite direction. “And there. That is the world you know.”
I looked, this time shocked to see a ghost image of me sleeping on the couch projected against the trees.
Zoya continued, pointed at the ground beneath us. “This space is the crack between worlds. This is what you created when you died and went back. This is you.”
I nodded. “I understand. I just don’t know how to fix it.”
Zoya gave me a sad smile. “Yes, you do. Look again,” she said as she pointed back to the void.
I looked again, and suddenly I could see long, tentacle-like strands from the void snaking across the clearing, their thin fingers wrapped around me.
I cried out and tried to shake them off, but they moved and slid over my skin like oily, black mercury.
 “Just as you are attached to the world you know, you are now attached to the other side,” Zoya told me. “As long as you are attached to both worlds, they will continue to merge.”
“What will happen if the worlds merge?” I asked.
Her smiled disappeared. “Ultimate chaos. Both worlds will be lost.” Her voice took on a tone of urgency. “You must seal the rift before it is too late. If you do not, everything you love will be destroyed.”
I thought of Blue and realized that if I had to die, I couldn’t think of a better reason.
I looked at Zoya. “How do I fix it?”
 “You must go back. The pieces of that world you see attached to you will follow you back in, and the rift will seal itself.”
“Is there any way I can seal it and stay with Blue?” I asked.
Zoya frowned. “As long as you are attached to the other side, you cannot stay with her.”
“She won’t let go easily,” I told her.
“No,” my sister agreed. “She loves you as deeply as any person has ever loved another. I am glad you found such a love, little one, even if only for a short while.”
I stared at her, as if realizing for the first time who I was talking to, and I reached for her hand again. “I wish you could meet her. I miss you, sister.”
She pulled me into an embrace. “I have been with you since the rift was opened,” she whispered against my ear. “Fighting to protect you. I will stay with you as long as I can.”
I pulled away and looked at her worried face. “What do you mean?”
She glanced toward the void. “There are others who are not so benevolent. I fight them as much as I can, but I cannot fight them all. Your mind is too open. The barriers are down, and the others are trying to use you to gain access to the other side. If they overwhelm you, you will be lost forever and the side you know, her world,” she said pointedly, and I knew she meant Blue, “will be lost along with you.”
I nodded, tears filling my eyes as I looked at my sister. “Is it terrible, Zoya? The other side?”
“No,” she smiled. “Those of the light, stay within the light, and those of the dark, stay within the dark. I existed in place of pure joy. The two sides have begun to merge only since the rift was created. If you repair it, all will be as it was.” 
Zoya glanced at the void again, before looking back at me with fearful eyes. “It is time for you to wake up, little one, but before I go, one last warning. The past may be gone, but it is not dead. Very soon you will come face to face with your nightmares.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
The void emitted a strange mix of moaning and hissing, and Zoya’s frantic eyes darted to the abyss. “No time,” she whispered. “Wake up!”
***
I gasped for air as I woke, rolling off the couch in my panic. I hit the floor with a heavy thud.
As my breathing calmed, I replayed the dream in my mind. Not a dream, I reminded myself. It may have started out just like my nightmares, but it definitely hadn’t ended like one.
I warmed as I thought of Zoya. Ever since I lost my family, I’d tried to put it in the past and forget what happened. I’d told myself to look to the future and focus on becoming the person I wanted to be.
Now I realized the past stayed with us no matter how much we tried to ignore it. By trying to ignore it, I had dishonored the memory of my family. I had dishonored Zoya.
“I will do better,” I said aloud. “I promise you, Zoya, I will make things right.”


Title: The Blue Effect
Series: Renegade Heroes
Author: Rose Shababy
Cover Artist: Regina Wamba
Release Date: 

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Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.
When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.
Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.
Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.

Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider. Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.

If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.

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