Halloween is here!

 As a horror/ fantasy and weird stuff author I love Halloween! It's one of my favorite holidays :-) I snuggle up and watch horror movies all night. This year being a weekend I don't have a bed time! 

I bring you my horror sale. All three Evan's Girls books on sale starting today and ending Nov. 14th. Each only .99 USD at most ebook retailers. 

Here's a quick bit about each and a link for you to get your copy now!

At five my parents died in a horrible car crash changing my life for the worst. I was thrust into a life I never expected and had to learn to adapt in order to survive, no matter the cost. Soon I was shuffled into the foster system  becoming a lost child with no ties. My roommate and mortal enemy divulged a troubling rumor about my parents, forcing me to question everything I knew.

Even worse I realized I had a gift ... or a curse that allowed me to see and interact in the spiritual realm. It was only a matter of time before I learned ghosts weren't always trustworthy and some had hidden motives. They become part of my life; past, present and future. I no longer knew who to trust or who to run from. When I met my half-sister I thought my problems were over or at least the odds were looking better until their dirty little secrets spilled over into my life and well-being.

Enough was enough I planned my revenge against those who harmed me using my spiritual talent. It was all that I had and gave me an edge.

Will Scarlett overcome the demons of her past or succumb to them?

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I grew up with the perfect, loving, kind family. My every wish was fulfilled. I married the most wonderful man; always proud, hard-working, and in love with the family we created: two beautiful boys, and a daughter; Erica. Life couldn’t have been better until the secrets of my past surfaced.

From my earliest years, memories were foggy, but I always knew I was adopted. My parents never kept that from me. Piece by piece it all fell apart. Threatening incidents terrorized my family and livelihood. When our dog was murdered in our home, panic shot through me. We moved to the country in an effort to get rid of our stalker.

Everything was peaceful again and returned to normal; then I got a knock on the door...

The deadly secrets of my past rushed forward, as if they were never forgotten, as I looked into the dark eyes of the stranger.

My name is Emily and this is my story.

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After the death of my parents, my grandmother took me in; deep in the bayou of Louisiana. She fell ill soon after and I was left in the care of my aunt and uncle who mistreated me because of the color of my skin. My cousin brutally tormented me for years and within that time I learned I had a special sight that allowed me to see events in the future. Not happy events, but death. I was the grim reaper's handmaiden.

My grandmother recovered after some time and sent me to the Ella Louise School for Girls. Plunged into a new world, I escaped my tormenters only to learn the unspoken truths of the south weren't escapable. The family secrets that haunted my childhood also plagued my future. It was up to me to dig up the buried truth and set it free. Only sometimes the past maybe better left in the past...

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Tricks, Treats, and temptations Blog Hop

I have been invited to another blog tour via Candi Silk, Michael Smart, Robyn Roze, and Jerry Byrum. So check out their spooky posts if you dare...

Picture via Autism Live

1. Eilida in Eye of The Storm observes a scene that scares the wits out of her, " As she reached the final step, she melted along the wall until her head became flush against the door frame. Taking a deep and silent breath; her guts inside wrenching and twisting, she peered inside the cracked door, gasping at the scene before her eyes. Eilida tore down the steps at warp speed, descending the tree stuffed mountain, while tears cascaded violently down her cheeks. "

2. In Eye of The Storm after undergoing major personality changes and stranges unexplainable happenings Sunshine takes visits a hypnotist and a Dr. Of parapsychology and metaphysics 
"I hadn’t expected that. In contrast, they looked like a werewolf with his vampire bride. Did vampires and werewolves even like each other? A question I didn’t really want to know, especially at my expense."

3. Sunshine finally meets her ghost, "Quiet words escaped from the small creases of her lips, “Remember.” Her face I knew from long ago, from a time of innocence before night terrors controlled my dreams." Eye of The Storm. 

4. How would you feel if a stalker was watching your every move? Would you feel his fearful eyes watching, waiting? From Eye of The Storm, "The man had been following them, although he was only interested in Sunshine, had been watching her every move, studying her."

5. Cleo in Baby Girl Book 1 may be young but she's full of self-preservation and spunk, "I had found a couple of pillows and a huge puffy blanket that I used to make myself a bed. It had been difficult sneaking them back and I didn’t go unnoticed. A bum had spotted me from his box, and he grabbed hold of a corner of the blanket said, “Where you going with that little girl? I think I’d like to keep it.” I kicked his face as hard as I could and made contact with his nose which jetted out from his sunken cheeks, and ran."

6. A little older Cleo or rather Justine, is still not one to put up with crap such as blackmail. She schemes a plan after breaking and entering her nemesis apartment in Baby Girl Book 2. "on a spontaneous notion I grabbed her blond wig and a ghostly crepe dress, stuffed them into my bag and used her lipstick to scribble over her letters, “It’s you who doesn’t belong.” A feeling of satisfaction welled up inside me as I marched out of her apartment wearing her blond wig. I hadn’t decided yet what to do with the wig and dress; however, the refreshing walk home, and the familiar sight of street vagabonds allowed an idea to form inside my head, and a smile crept across my lips."


7. Cleo most recently Shanna heads out to bust a case with La Tige in Baby Girl Book 3 but gets more than she bargained for, "A dim light shone from under a doorway. I grew closer and closer to the light as I eased towards it. From behind, a strong male hand wrapped around my mouth and forced me into him. Not a smart thing to do. I was always getting caught from behind so my fight or flight sense kicked in and I elbowed his ribcage hard."

Eye of The Storm Cover reveal and preorder link

"An electrifying jolt pulsed through my body. I fluttered my lids and a blond me was staring back at me whispering, “It’s OK now”. For that split second, my entire memory overwhelmed my brain but then the connection was severed and all my memories receded to their hiding places."

Eye of The Storm: Eilida's Tragedy volume 1 in the Ruthless Storm Trilogy is now available for preorder at .99 after its release 10/24 the price will go up.

Eye of The Storm: Eilida's Tragedy (Ruthless Storm Book 1) 
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Visit John Reinhard Dizon author of The Triad, Transplant, and Nightcrawler blog and read his editorial review.

Blurb:

A disturbance at her neighbor's house piques Eilida’s curiosity. What she discovers is so shocking it sends her running through the mountainous woods during a thunderstorm. She slips on the wet ground, plummets down Mount Wilde, and slams into a large boulder beside River Freedom. Eilida is transported to Lyden, where Sunshine, a receptionist at the local paper becomes engrossed in her story. The further Sunshine delves into Eilida’s life the more entangled their lives become. Paranormal events, frightening dreams, and terror filled memories draw the women together into an unthinkable web of horror. 

Excerpts:

Sage lay in bed beside me flat on her back. Her hair sprawled behind her mingling with mine. “You remember the day we first met?” she asked. No, no I didn’t. Not paying me any mind she continued, “We were in kindergarten. You were eyeing my Sunburst bar. The little yellow cupcakes with the smiling sun mixed into the frosting and the white filling in the middle. You had a Twinkle bar with the colorful coconut topping. I loved those things! So I really wanted your Twinkle bar and you wanted my Sunburst bar but you were too shy then to ask. I marched right up to you, sat down, and asked, ‘You want to trade?’ You smiled and handed me your Sunburst in exchange for my Twinkle. Then, I introduced myself, ‘I’m Sage.’” 
She made little girl voices as she told the story and I heard myself say, ‘I’m Eilida’. She couldn’t say Eilida. The ill part threw her and she called me Lida. She has stuck with it since calling me Lida to this day. She wore a little green cotton eyelet sundress and I wore a little blue t-shirt with a bright yellow sun flower and my favorite pair of jeans. I remembered! I remembered her and a flood of memories with her washed over my brain.

Getting up she kissed my cheek and said, “I’ll see you later cheeka-babe, I gotta run but someone else will be here soon to fill my void. I think you’ll be pleased,” and off she ran blowing kisses my way as she flung her purse over her shoulder and exited the room.
I remembered the summer her parents got divorced and how she didn’t want to go home. We were eleven and she spent almost the entire summer with us. The house was huge and we would sneak downstairs at night and turn on scary movies. We huddled together and buried our faces into one another’s arms during the bloody parts. We thought we were sly and pulled the wool over my parent’s eyes but they knew all along. I can’t see my mother’s face but I can hear her voice as she walked in and overheard us creating a horror story of our own. "It’s those crazy movies you two watch at night. I wish someone would create parent filters for TV channels." My life hadn’t been mundane. Sage had filled it with adventure and fun. She was like the sister I always wanted but never had.


I could hear my parents’ voices outside my door but I couldn’t make out what they were saying…

Upstairs were two bedrooms with a Jack and Jill bath between them. Instinctively, I knew which was hers. It was very tidy. An opened laptop sat on a roll top desk. I pushed the button and it started right up. A password box popped up on the screen and intuitively I typed the words Chloe. A Dear Delilah letter filled the screen, it said…

Dear Delilah,

This is Ted again. I want to thank you for your advice. I have been in touch with my sister. In fact, I will be meeting her and her family tonight. Thank you, Ted.

A follow up to the letter I had found and copied? It was dated May eighth. Swishing the date around my head a few times an epiphany struck me. May eighth was the night she had her accident. I closed that letter and worked through all the new ones giving them each a reply. When I was finished I submitted them all. Completing the activity was second nature although I had no idea why I did it except to say I felt compelled.

As I pranced down the stairs, I caught a glance out the front window. The sky had turned black with clouds and night quickly approached. From the corner of my eye I caught movement in the house across the street. A shadow passed in front of the window and then disappeared. My heart stopped for a split second and blood drenched the walls. Not the walls of the house across the street but another, the paint underneath baby blue. I held my eyes closed and counted to five, and when I reopened them all was normal and the sky outside was turning to dusk. 

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