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Come, the Dark – Blog Tour, Giveaway and Excerpt

Come, the Dark

Enjoy Happy Geek Media’s debut tour of Come, the Dark, Book 2, in the Forever Girl series.


Come, the Dark, Book 2 of the Forever Girl Series

Come, the Dark by: Rebecca Hamilton Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Historical, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance 361 pages Release Date: January 6, 2015
Rose desperately wants to escape the abuse of the father who impregnated her and the dark spirits that haunt her life. Being thrust from Georgia 1961 into the era of Salem’s infamous witch trials isn’t what she had in mind, and now her daughter is left hopelessly out of reach. The only way to return to her daughter is by facing certain death to banish the dark spirits that plague Salem. If she doesn’t eliminate these dark spirits in time, they will destroy civilization and trap her in this strange new place, ages away from her daughter. Even if she can complete the task in time to return home to save her daughter, there’s still one problem: she’s falling in love with a man who can’t return with her. Achieving her goals will force her to choose between the only man who has never betrayed her and a daughter she can’t quite remember but will never forget. A heart-wrenching tale of a mother’s love for her daughter, this romantic paranormal fantasy underlines the depravity of both historical and modern society while capturing the essence of sacrifice and devotion. TRIGGER WARNING: This book deals with the sensitive subject of sexual abuse. There is a thread in the Come, the Dark forum at the bottom of this page discussing the issue and how it is handled within the book. come-the-dark-divider



I didn’t care one lick if she was conceived out of abuse; she would be born out of love. She was mine now. Entirely, completely, utterly mine. If Pa wanted her gone, he would damn well have to kill me, and I told him as much. For months, I even thought he might.

I kick off my threadbare quilt, and there’s another rush of warm fluid pooling on my sheets beneath me. I want to crawl out of my own skin, away from my body, but I don’t move.

Please don’t let this be my water broken now, I would rather that I’ve just pissed myself. If Anna can wait until morning, wait until Pa leaves for work, everything will be okay.

Somewhere in the distance, glass breaks, and part of me wonders if it’s them—-if the Darkness can touch things now.

I shift between sleep and consciousness. I keep falling into that place in my mind, the place I always hide when Pa comes into my room. I couldn’t let him kill what’s left of my soul; I had to escape in some way, save some part of me, the part of me I call Cordovae. Now here, in this place I can only dream of, I spread my arms and lift my head and twirl around, untouched, unharmed. It’s my prison and my protection, where only those who know my heart can reach me.

I’m safe here.

But then the pains begin, ripping me from that world. Bringing me back to the unfortunate life I was born into. At first, I feel the way my stomach hardens, the way it squeezes around my little Anna. But as the night drifts deeper, the pain intensifies and spreads through my entire body.

I can’t quiet my breathing. I close my eyes and try to envision the cramps disappearing, but I can’t think straight. I hum the only lullaby I know, the one Pa always yells at me for humming.

Footsteps rush through the hall. A light flicks on, yellow and brassy, illuminating my bare room in a way that makes it feel colder. Ma’s standing here now, her expression fallen. She hurries to my side and holds my hand. I wish she would stop running her fingers through her hair. It makes me nervous.

“Oh, God, Rose. I’m sorry. It’s going to be okay, baby, Mama’s here now.”

She wants to protect me.

Little late for that.



Rebecca Hamilton

Author Rebecca Hamilton

Rebecca Hamilton is a USA Today Bestselling Paranormal Fantasy author who also dabbles in Horror and Literary Fiction. She lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She enjoys dancing with her kids to television show theme songs and would love the beach if it weren’t for the sand. Having a child diagnosed with autism has inspired her to illuminate the world through the eyes of characters who see things differently. She is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA and has been published internationally, in three languages.




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The Next Day: Blog Tour and Giveaway


Enjoy Happy Geek Media’s Debut of The Next Day

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Author Milt Mays The Next Day

The Next Day by: Milt Mays

Genres: Thriller, Paranormal, sci-fi

395 Pages

Release date: November 10, 2014

***** Top secret bio-warfare after 9/11 changes an American geneticist and an Iraqi jihadist into the next evolution of man, one evil and one good, and their end game will decide the fate of the human race. Alex Smith, an adventure seeking American geneticist, remembers 9/11 with crystal clarity. A girlfriend was incinerated at the Twin Towers at the same time he was infected by a lethal virus he genetically modified in an illegal, U.S. bio-warfare facility in the Amazon jungle. Then he changes, physically and psychologically, into a creature he hates and must learn to control before he loses his work, his new love, and his life and country. Jabril El Fahd’s Iraqi mother, a nurse, dies in his arms, killed by the American embargo. His dreams of being a doctor are consumed in the fires of revenge and hate. He becomes a jihadist, Osama bin Laden’s right-hand man, and comes up with a plan to not just cripple, but destroy the United States. Infecting himself with a deadly virus to wipe out the American infidels, he changes into a monstrous creature he loves, and becomes more powerful with every hateful and lustful thought. Nothing stands in his way. Nothing except Alex. The-Next-Day-divider



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Author Milt Mays

Author Milt Mays

Milt grew up in Colorado, then spent most of his adult life as a Navy doctor. After graduating from the Naval Academy and medical school, he traveled all over the world with the Navy, the Marines, and a Navy Security Group, finally coming back to rest in Colorado. He’s worked as a fly fishing guide and currently is a primary care doctor for the VA.

Other published works by Milt include the novels The Guide and Dan’s War and the short stories “Thanksgiving with Riley” and “The Dry-Land Farmer.” He lives with his wife in Colorado.

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Blood Line Blog Tour Spotlight

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Enjoy Happy Geek Media’s Virtual Book Tour of John Davis’ debut novel, Blood Line

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Blood Line , A Granger Spy Novel (Book 1)
by John J. Davis
Publisher: Simon & Winter, Inc.
Genres: Action, thriller
254 Pages
Release date: October 14, 2014


“Sharply written, with characters that readers will be happy to see again.” —Kirkus Reviews  

Blood Line is a high-voltage spy thriller that redefines rogue—the Granger Spy Novel series introduces a loving family with lethal issues caught in the crosshairs of global arms dealers. When a simple home invasion turns out to be not so simple, Ron Granger must put aside his quiet rural life and return to the Central Intelligence Agency. Aided by his brilliant wife, Valerie, and resourceful teen daughter, Leecy, Ron must quickly decide who to believe among the calculating opportunists, shrewd criminals, and power-hungry rival agencies racing to possess the technology that will change modern warfare forever. But when Leecy is kidnapped, Ron and Val must choose between the mission and a rescue. With time quickly running out, Ron only knows one thing: When you can’t trust anyone else, trust your family.


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Author John J. Davis will be making personal appearances at bookstores while the virtual book tour is in progress. If you live in the areas he’ll be visiting and would like to meet him, here are the locations he will be at throughout October and November:

Thu Oct 23 – Charlotte NC 7:00pm – 8:30pm  

Charlotte NC Park Road Books – 4139 Park Road Charlotte, NC C 28209  

Wed Oct 29 – NYC6:30pm – 8:30pm NYC Mysterious Bookshop – 58 Warren St, New York, NY 10007  

Fri Nov 7 – Chicago12:00pm – 1:00pm Chicago – Barbara’s Books Willis Tower – Willis Tower Chicago – Lower Level 233 S. Wacker Drive Chicago  

Nov 8 – Burr Ridge, IL1:00pm – 2:00pm Chicago – Barbara’s Books Burr Ridge – 810 Village Center Dr, Illinois and Michigan Canal, Burr Ridge, IL 60527

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Oct 13 Like a Bump on a Blog Special spotlight post to kick-off the tour

Oct 13 Author J. Scott Sharp Spotlight

Oct 14 B.C Brown’s Books…Weird is Good Spotlight & guest post

Oct 15 Book Bunny PR Review and more

Oct 16 Book Bunny PR Review and more

Oct 16 Monica Pulliam Spotlight & Excerpt

Oct 17 Write as Raine Spotlight & Playlist

Oct 20 Getta Got to Have Its Review & Exerpt

Oct 21 Ciara Ballintyne Spotlight

Oct 23 Rebecca Campbell Books

Oct 24 Megan’s Blog Spotlight

Oct 27 Let Books Bee Review and guest post

Oct 28 Becca Hamilton Books Spotlight/Exerpt

Oct 29 Rainy of the Dark Spotlight

Oct 31 Contest Patti Spotlight

Nov 3rd McClellan Books Spotlight & Excerpt

Nov 3 Skye Skye Review

Nov 4 Like a Bump on a Blog Review & Special spy feature

Nov 4 Desafio in the City Spotlight/Excerpt

Nov 5 Cia Says Excerpt & guest post


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 John J. Davis is the author of the Granger Spy Novel series, including Blood Line and the soon to be published sequel, Bloody Truth, available Spring 2015. Davis grew up in the Southeastern US and after university traveled extensively in North America during his career as a regional sales rep and independent broker for leaders in the transportation, shipping and pharma industries. His years sitting in lobbies and airports honed his skill for human observation and fed his talent for writing fast-paced, character-driven stories. His inspiration for the Granger family-of-spies comes from the people he has known and his family roots in the Carolinas–the extraordinarily strong and gentle women and men, whose lives are defined by the love, trust and respect for family. Currently at work on the third Granger Spy Novel and a screenplay, Davis lives near Atlanta with his wife, daughter and two dogs.




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New Release: Far Away In Time

Far Away In Time
A Collection of Short Stories

Our lives are a series of stories, and we are the characters with the starring roles. The memories, regrets, secrets, and struggles that fill these pages are at once unique and relatable. These stories belong to us all.

Eight unforgettable tales reaching out to a place Far Away In Time…


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Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/Far-Away-Time-Maria-Savva-ebook/dp/B00J0G11S0/

About the Author

Maria Savva lives and works in London. She studied Law at Middlesex University and The College of Law. She is a lawyer, although not currently practising law. She writes novels and short stories in different genres, including drama, psychological thriller, and family saga. Many of her books and stories are inspired by her years working as a lawyer, although she has not written a courtroom drama to date. She has published five novels, the most recent of which is Haunted, a crime fiction/psychological thriller. Far Away In Time is her sixth collection of short stories. You can find out more about her work at her official website: http://www.mariasavva.com

Suddenly Sorceress Giveaway: Dragon Meets Witch… and a Skunk?

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Today Erica Lucke Dean is visiting my blog with her witch, Ivie, from her latest paranormal release Suddenly Sorceress. I’ve brought along my dragon, Rhypez, to meet Ivie. Hey, Rhypez, our visitors are here!

‘Ivie is my name, magic is my game. It’s lovely to meet you, Mr.Rhypez. Though, truth be told, I’m new at this whole ‘magic’ thing. Up until very recently I didn’t believe in such things. Then one day, poof, my ex is a skunk. Speaking of stinky… your breath is a little off putting. Is that brimstone and virgin bones I smell?’

Rhypez yawned, revealing a veritable array of yellowing teeth. With one claw, he dislodged something from between two and flicked it away. ‘Brimstone keeps the teeth clean, but virgins are so passé… Witches, on the other hand, witches are interesting. Magic’s an old friend of mine, but how are you and your new friend getting along, Miss Witch?’ He exhaled in a huge gust, and tongues of flame played across the floor. 

‘When you say interesting, you don’t mean delicious do you?  Because I’m fairly certain I don’t have enough meat on my bones for a big strong dragon like you. In fact… stop growling I’m trying to concentrate here… huh… still a dragon. Didn’t you feel anything just then? Maybe the urge to bark? Guess I need more practice.’

‘That was a laugh, not a growl. Would you like to hear a growl? But you should know, Miss Witch, dragons are immune to most forms of magic – something it might be wise to know about someone before you try to turn them into a dog. Come closer, and we can… discuss… why witches are interesting.’

‘I’m not surprised to find out dragons are immune to magic… that seems to happen to me a lot. When I turned my jerk of an ex fiancé into a skunk it was an accident.  And don’t even ask about turning him back. I couldn’t do that if I tried. I did turn him into a snake once… dragons are really just snakes with feet and spicy breath, right? Hey, keep those paws to yourself. Anyone ever tell you you need a manicure? Or is that a dragicure? Ah, I slay myself.’ 

‘Did you just call me a snake?’ In the act of poking Ivie again, Rhypez withdrew his claw and rattled his wings. He huffed out a hot, gusty breath, eyes glittering. ‘How about we agree you don’t call me a snake again. But tell me about this skunk. I maydeign to be amused.’

‘You do have those same snakey eyes…but fine. Stow your fire breath. As for my ex… I knew the guy was a stinker long before he was a…you know…a stinker. And seriously, he had it coming. He came home drunk and proceeded to break up with me, asking for my engagement ring back so he could give it to someone else! Who does this? A skunk. That’s who. Well, that’s how I found out I was a witch.’ Ivie gave the dragon a one shoulder shrug. ‘One minute he was a dude with bad decision making skills and the next he was Pepe Le Pew.’ 

Rhypez’s flanks heaved with suppressed laughter, and a tongue of flame escaped his jaws. ‘A skunk! I love it. You should practice turning yourself into a dragon. Then think of all the nasty things you can do to men who deserve it…’

Ivie suppressed a shudder. A dragon? The goat was suddenly looking positively civilized. ‘What exactly do dragons do?’ Her mother’s words came back to her…what if her face froze like that? ‘Never mind. I think I’ll pass. I’m not even doing that great of a job as a witch.’

‘Do? Well… whatever we want. Who’s going to tell us no? But really, we’re not all that bad. Well, most of us. No eating people, not even virgins or witches. No randomly flaming people. I mean, we can, but why would you want to? No piles of gold – ugh, do you know how uncomfortable it is to sleep on a great, ugly heap of gold? And you can’t eat it, neither. But you can fly. And – aren’t I beautiful?’ He struck a pose, head high and wings upraised, revealing a glittering gold underside.

‘That isn’t real gold is it?’ Ivie gaped at the dragon’s shiny underside. ‘I could conjure up my own gold if I wanted it. I mean, not that I do, because I don’t. I’m not the materialistic sort.’ She fidgeted where she stood. ‘But what I would like to do is fly. I have this pesky little fear of heights, you see. I’m not sure if witches really fly around on broomsticks, but if they do, I’m not sure I’m cut out for that. But you have lovely wings. So I assume you can fly. I don’t suppose you could… maybe… teach me?’

Rhypez preened. ‘No, no, not gold, how ghastly uncomfortable would that be. Just my own hide. As for flying… well. You seem a nice enough sort, for a witch. Although I suppose being a witch still puts you a cut above the average human. I could maybe… take you for a spin? If you fancy?’ He proffered a leg, almost shy. 

‘Hmm.’ Ivie scratched her head. ‘I’ve ridden a magician before, but never a dragon. Is there anything I should know before I…um…mount you?’ She giggled. ‘Do I need a helmet? Or a jacket? I’ve noticed your heat all blows out the front. And what about those scales? Are they slippery? I won’t fall off will I. You do have seat belts, right? And what about gas…I hope you have enough gas to get us to where we’re going.’ Ivie giggled again, thinking about dragon gas. What if he licked his…errr…dragon balls and burped. Would he set his own ass on fire? ‘You know, as much as I’d love to fly around the town on the back of a sexy dragon such as yourself. I think I’ll pass. My magician is probably waiting up for me. And I have a whole list of people to turn into woodland creatures. And I’m sure you have a donkey to woo. So I’m going to thank you for a lovely evening and bid you goodnight. Don’t be a stranger.’ Ivie held out a hand and waited for the dragon to shake it.

‘Hmph.’ Rhypez stared at her hand. ‘Gas. Scales. Seat belts! Donkeys?’ His scaly brow wrinkled in perplexity. ‘ Perhaps it’s for the best, then.’ He extended one great claw and allowed Ivie to take hold of the tip. With great care, he shook. ‘Oops, sorry.’ He caught her and righted her before she fell. ‘Come visit when you figure out how to make that broomstick fly.’ 

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Excerpt  from Suddenly Sorceress


“You’re too sexy, my ass!” I tried to tune out the Right Said Fred ringtone as I fished my fiancé’s cell phone from the pocket of his discarded Dockers. I glared at the flashing caller ID. “You just don’t give up, do you?”
That was lucky number thirteen. Thirteen missed calls in the span of an hour. Thirteen calls he was unable to answer.
Because of me.
After pressing ignore onemore time, I shoved the phone back into the pocket where it belonged, hoping it would muffle the sound somewhat. I didn’t know why I didn’t just turn off the damn thing. I’d endured his ridiculous ring tone more times than anyone should have to, obviously determined to punish myself. Between the maddening song and the horrible smell, I certainly felt punished. Even if it wasn’t nearly enough.
Way down deep in my bones, I knew my life had been forever changed. Even if I could somehow fix things—put them back to normal—nothing would be the same again. Not ever.
Swallowing against the crystal ball-sized lump in my throat, I dropped Matt’s pants where I’d found them, along with his shirt, his boxers, and his shoes, and I collapsed onto the rumpled blankets on the bed.
That sort of thing didn’t happen in the real world. Only small children or crazy people believed in… no, I refused to even think the word, let alone say it. It’s impossible. But I’d seen it with my own eyes, and whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t normal.
My scruffy housecat made another frantic orbit around my feet as the phone sounded again, the self-centered lyrics looping, making me cringe. Apparently, he’d also grown weary of the tune.
If only I could say the choice of ring tone was ironic, a product of his wry sense of humor. But he didn’t have much of a sense of humor. Matthew Green was exactlythat arrogant. Despite every despicable thing he’d done to me, every insult, lie, and betrayal that had led us there, I truly wished Matt could answer his stupid phone himself. Unfortunately, wishing didn’t seem to be on my side that morning.
Stifling a groan, I pulled myself from the warmth of the bed to dig the phone out of Matt’s pocket again. Geez, persistent much? With a deep, cleansing breath, I mashed down the button to accept the call.
“Matt! Where are you?” Matt’s receptionist, Ginger, snapped before I had a chance to say hello. “Friday’s your busiest day. Do you have any idea what time it is? You’ve already missed two appointments.”
Even without caller ID, I would have recognized her breathy Betty Boop voice. She sounded as though she’d been sucking helium all morning. I didn’t know her well, but I suspected she was banging my fiancé.
“We’ll be lucky if there’s enough time for a quickie before the next patient arrives,” she continued in a whisper.
Yep… definitely banging him.
“And another thing.” Her sweet baby voice morphed into a feral growl. “Candy’s been standing outside your office all morning. I thought you said you were done with her? I’m not kidding, Matt, if I find out you’re still screwing her, I’m going to cut off your balls.”
Apparently, I was engaged to a pathological cheater. Of course, I hadn’t known that when I agreed to marry him. There were a lot of things I didn’t know about Matt. Then again, there was a lot I didn’t know about me.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”
 “Uh… hi, Ginger.” I cleared my throat and resisted the urge to “say anything.” “This is Ivie. Matt can’t come to the phone. I… uh… don’t think he’s going to be able to… uh… make it into work today.” I managed to stammer through the basics without my voice cracking.
“Oh, hi, Ivie.” Her voice changed again; she sounded as if she’d been sucking lemons. She didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed. “What’s wrong with Matt? He hasn’t missed a day in… Actually, I don’t think he’s ever called in sick.”
My eyes darted to the closed bathroom door, and I shuddered. “He’s really not feeling like himself today.” Understatement of the century.
“Is he sick?”
“Um… I definitely don’t think anyone wants what he has.” I tiptoed around the answer. I wasn’t good at coy, but I gave it my best shot.
“Oh… Well, in that case, maybe it’s best if he stays home.” I could almost see her coiling a lock of her thick red hair around her finger as she spoke. “Just tell him I hope he feels better, and not to worry. I’ll reschedule his appointments for him. Do you think he’ll be well enough to come in Monday?”
I tamped down a flicker of panic. “I really hope so.” But I seriously doubt it.
After listening to Ginger rant for a minute about missed appointments and the difficult task of rescheduling, I ended the call, staring at the bathroom door as if I expected a silent command to open it. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the door swinging wide and my fiancé sauntering out. I popped open one eye. The door hadn’t moved—not even a crack.
For far too long, I’d avoided that room. With three tentative steps, I closed the distance between myself and the master bathroom, covering my mouth and nose with one hand as I cracked the door. I’d almost gotten used to the foul odor in the bedroom. It was bad but not unbearable. The stench in the bathroom was overwhelming. The fumes poured out, bringing tears to my eyes. The small space reeked worse than when I’d locked him in there last night. It smelled as if someone had cooked up a potion of burning tires and rotten eggs in a boiling vat of sour ammonia, and even that comparison wasn’t quite bad enough.
Blinking back the sting of tears, I scanned the room. I didn’t see him anywhere, just a puddle that looked suspiciously like urine in one corner and in the other, a makeshift bed fashioned out of—were those my good bath towels?
No Matt.
A quick rush of adrenaline kick-started my heart. What’s happened to him now? This is bad. Very, very bad. As if things weren’t bad enough already. What sort of person was I? What I’d done was unspeakable, so horrible even I didn’t know what I’d done.
Just as I was about to have a full-blown panic attack, he slinked out from behind the hamper. I should have been relieved he was still alive, but I wasn’t sure if his current state was much better. He stared up at me—his beady little black eyes blinking in the harsh fluorescent light—so much smaller than he used to be and covered in a thick pelt of black and white fur. My fiancé.
The skunk.