Vengeful Cover Reveal

Please welcome Chantel Fourie on my blog today. Chantel has a brand new YA book out with Lycaon Press.

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In a world where vengeful creatures battle humans, knowing who to trust could be the difference between losing his brother and saving the human race.

When Zack ends up in an alternate dimension and loses his brother to the Vengeful, the last thing he expects is that one of the soul-seeking creatures would save his life.
Vale, a Vengeful with human capabilities, needs his help to retrieve an orb from the last remaining human settlement. In return, he promises to help Zack save his brother and take them back to their own world.

In the settlement, he learns the truth about the Vengeful and the orb’s power. But it is only when he meets Shiro, the human leader, that Zack begins to have doubts. Can he trust Vale to keep his promise, or should he believe Shiro instead?

The fate of the human race rests on his choice.

Hmmmm. Sounds like Zack is the next Book Boyfriend.

About the author:

Chantel Fourie is a YA author, specializing in Fantasy and Paranormal fiction. She lives in Despatch, a quiet town in South Africa.
Since a young age, she has treasured books and spent many afternoons at the local library. Even after the librarians suggested the adult section, she kept loyal to the Young Adult shelves.
Her first novella, The Vengeful, is published with Lycaon Press. She is currently working on various short stories and novellas, including the sequel of The Vengeful. When she is not writing, she is most likely absorbed in a world of fiction or playing online computer games with her friends.
You can find her on Twitter @darkwrld1021

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Excerpt from FIGHT FOR ME – prequel to Rescue Me #NA #amwriting

CHAPTER ONE
Leaking gasoline. Check.
Faulty brakes. Check.
I take a deep breath, check my reflection in the rear view mirror and count to ten. My nerves are on edge and my pulse races.
You’re doing the right thing, Cora, I tell myself even though every cell in my body argues otherwise. This is the right thing to do. It is for a good cause. Then why all the reassuring? I question my reflection. If everything was right about this project, why are you so nervous?
I’m not nervous, I’m just scared something will go wrong.
What can possibly go wrong? I wonder. I’ve rehearsed this scene over and over in my head. The simulation went perfectly. All I have to do is crash the car and wait for him to rescue me.
The FEELERS told me he can sniff danger a mile away. Everyone I’ve met at the organization I recently joined raves about him. They’re eager to bring him onto our team – they have a vision of a crime free world and they’re starting by cleaning up one town at a time. It’s about time we lived in a Utopia. I’ve always wanted to be a crime fighter – without having to become a cop. Bad guys needs their asses kicked because the law doesn’t always work in the victim’s favor. I’ve seen more crooked cops in my life than justice. Is that a reason enough to trick Caleb Daniels? my conscience questions.

Free Friday Chapter Five Excerpt #NA #RT #Love

Hi Everyone,

Here’s a Friday Treat from Chapter Five of my NA out on query, Rescue Me.

What was that all about?” Cora asks me after finishing her cappuccino.
I ignore her. God only knows how she found me here. I left home early this morning and watched the ocean have some fun with the storm from the Blythedale Beach parking lot. Nothing beats an electrical storm over the sea.
“You could have at least introduced me,” she goes on.
I signal for a waiter. “Please get a coffee with extra cream and four slices of bar one cake for the lady.”
“What?” Cora snaps at me. “Please don’t get me any more coffee or cake,” she tells the waiter.
He nods in acknowledgement. “Will that be all?”
“Yes,” Cora answers before I open my mouth. “What’s wrong with you?” she demands once the waiter’s out of earshot.
“You mean apart from the fact that you showed your repulsive face here when I was hoping for some peace and quiet? I was hoping to shut you up. Maybe if your mouth was busy you’d quit being a pain in my ass.”
Cora flinches like I’ve slapped her. “I’m just doing my job…”
I raise my hand and hold it up in “speak to the hand fashion”. “I don’t have time for your dumb excuses.” I glare at her. “I know all about you and how you like killing everyone around you.”
She stares at me. “That’s what you think, Ty.”
“I have proof.”
She opens her mouth to reply then shuts it again.
“You sold us out, Cora.” She avoids looking at me.
She stares at the table.
“Do you honestly expect me to forget what you did to me and my family?”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Sorry doesn’t cut shit with me.” I pause when the waiter arrives with my tea. “We trusted you,” I continue after he’s left. “We thought you’d protect us. What did you do in turn? You sold us out to the highest bidder for money.”
“I had no idea they’d do that to you and your family. I was young and naïve and believed them when they said all they wanted was to help your family.”
“Spare me the bull shit. They paid you a million bucks to get close to Caleb and lure him into your damned science lab.”
She shivers slightly. “You know that I love Caleb.”
“If you loved Caleb you wouldn’t have handed my entire family over to scientists.” I remind her. “We don’t have any terminal illness. All that research must have cost packets. You should’ve spent it looking for cures for incurable diseases instead.”
“It wasn’t supposed to turn out that way,” she says softly.
“You mean you had no idea you were exposing my family? Like fucking hell you didn’t. Do you have any idea what they did to me in there, Cora?” I glare at her careful to keep my temper in check just in case anyone notices. “They hooked us to machines and ran tests on us like we were animals. Have you ever had an electric current run through your body? Do you know what that did to my Mom?” I drop my voice to a whisper. “She had to be institutionalized because of your greed.”
Cora met my family on the pretext of dating Caleb, my older brother. Like me, Caleb possessed extraordinary strength. We also pick up on thought waves — we can’t read minds or anything but we can track someone if their thoughts are powerful enough. Thoughts are made up energy and that’s what makes them travel. Usually people in danger send out the strongest thoughts or energy waves. Caleb rescued Cora from a near fatal car crash after picking up on her thought waves seconds after a truck crashed into her. He pulled her out the car wreck. Caleb never suspected Cora’s accident was staged or that she worked for a secret organization called “Feelers” who collected people like us with extra ordinary abilities and manipulated us for their evil purposes. Cora ratted on us to the “Feelers” — they paid big bucks for inside information on my family and intended using us to commit high level crimes involving billions of dollars. They kidnapped us one night and tore my family apart forever. The tests they ran on us to determine the origins of our extraordinary abilities left my Mom comatose. Caleb and I escaped one night from the lab’s holding cells and managed to get some help to go back and rescue my parents. My mother was admitted into a care facility and my father chose to stay with her. Caleb vanished without a trace shortly thereafter. I’ve spent the last two years looking for him but it’s like my brother never existed. I don’t have the heart to visit my parents. The last time I saw them was the day we placed them in the care facility.

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Lost Souls Guest Blog by Sheri Velarde

First let me say a huge thank you to Sheritha for letting me stop by again! Thanks doll, you are the best!
Writing is a pretty tough though rewarding job and sometimes you need someone supportive there in your corner to keep you going when things start to look too tough. For me that someone is my fiancé William. During those time when self-doubt seeps into my thoughts, he is there to tell me that I am a good writer and that I need to keep at it. When a rejection letter comes, and yes they sometimes still do, he tells me to just move on and find a better fit for my story. When life becomes overwhelming and I just feel like giving up writing all together and quitting, he is there to encourage me to make more time and keep at it.
This year was a tough one. I lost my grandmother whom I was a caretaker for, I had major health issues, I was forced to leave my day job for various reasons and that led to financial stress. If there was a year I thought about giving up writing, well it was this year. But William, well he just wouldn’t hear of that. He insisted I keep writing no matter what. He gave me gentle pushes when I needed to get back to writing and encouraged me to keep submitting. I did indeed keep writing and Lost Souls marks my sixth release coming out this year and most of those are all thanks to my fiancé and his constant support. For that all I can say is thank you William and that I hope all authors out there are as lucky as I am to have someone in their corner that believe in them and their talent so much.

Blurb:
Amy is a fallen angel living life on earth as a rock star, embracing her bad behavior and becoming a heavy metal goddess. With the excesses of her new career she almost feels happy. Almost. However something her old friend Aphrodite once promised her is still missing, love.
Jade is a sweet and sexy woman, trying to make a place for herself in this lonely world. Lost in Los Angeles and just looking for a somewhere she belongs. As the holidays approach she only realizes how alone she truly is in the unforgiving city of Lost Souls.
One night these two meet seemingly out of the blue and sparks fly. It is as if something is drawing them towards each other. Now they both are learning what true happiness can feel like, if only some secrets don’t rip them apart before their love even has a chance to bloom.
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Souls-Weekend-Getaway-Book-ebook/dp/B00PYZ0ZD8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1416788916&sr=1-1&keywords=sheri+velarde
Secret Cravings Publishing: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=990&zenid=fiineuhckm3phjtinmqh6dj1p7
Author Links:
Website/blog: http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/books-and-more-blog
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sheri-VelardeKelly-Ryan/632892500084202
Excerpt:
Suddenly she felt a warming sensation shooting through her body, something she had never felt before in her long life. She turned to see what had caused it, or she should say who. A beautiful woman with piercing green eyes and waist-length auburn hair stood in the doorway, casual jeans and black T-shirt hugging her body’s generous curves. She was the most alluring creature Amy had ever seen, and she was staring right at her with a look of intensity in her eyes, as if she had been searching for Amy all along and had finally found her. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before the connection was broken, the pale beauty shaking her head and heading towards an empty seat on the other end of the bar and returning Amy’s senses to her.
With the spell suddenly broken, Amy once again could hear Len finishing up his story as if nothing special had just happened. What the hell was that? Was the woman at the other end of the bar some sort of demon? She had to be magical and otherworldly to cause such a reaction. She certainly had otherworldly looks. Even though her hips and breasts were more ample than most angels and the like, she had the body of a goddess that begged to be touched. Amy shook her head. Len had finished, so she ordered them another round of drinks. As soon as her martini arrived she downed it and immediately signaled for another. If only alcohol affected her like it did most humans she would probably be calming down by now and not worrying about the mystery woman. Instead she still felt strange, like something had come alive inside her for the first time. She risked a glance at the red-headed siren down the way. The subtle temptress was sipping a beer, chatting with a bartender on that side of the bar. Suddenly she laughed and her whole face lit up, causing Amy to at once be jealous of the bartender and to want to be next to this woman and be the one making her laugh.
She must have been staring, for Len interrupted her inner turmoil. “She’s a looker, all right. A woman with curves too, not one of those too-skinny Hollywood types. They’re a rarity out here nowadays. If I were younger I might try to fight you for her.” He laughed. “Of course, if she picks you I would be out of the running anyways; you know, that pesky penis and all.”
It was Amy’s turn to laugh. “You know some women like both men and women.”
Len winked knowingly at her. “So I have been told. But I’ve never taken you to be the sharing sort of gal. Now get over there and let one of us live the fantasy tonight. After all, we are rock stars, go act like one!”

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