Wednesday, 15 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/15/21

You know what I love so much? Year-End reporting.

You know what I’m lying through my teeth about loving?

Fucking Year-End reporting.

Who decided that the fiscal year ended in September? For that matter, who decided that the calendar year ended in December? Who decided there would be 12 months in a year? Who decided how we would measure time? What even is time? Why does any of this matter?

So I’ve taken my pain meds and I am slightly calmer. Bad news is: I am now exhausted out of my mind. Honestly, though, I feel like this week has flown by – and not in a good way. I have no idea what’s happened between last week and this week. That’s

I’ve completely lost my train of thought.

I hate this feeling.

I’m physically helpless because of a stupid accident. Not being able to go out for kills has been hard enough. On Saturday night, James brought me home a victim tied in the trunk of his car. It was very sweet – and I did enjoy slicing her from navel to chin and watching her guts slowly spill open like a baked potato – but it didn’t have the same thrill I’m used to. Being able to catch my own prey, as it were, is an essential part of my life. And besides, I can’t have my husband bringing me home some poor victim every night. It’s like junk food: it’s only a treat if it happens infrequently. I love when James picks out victims. It’s incredibly erotic and it brings us closer together as a couple. This just felt cheap.

But at least I can still kill this way.

It’s the pain meds. They make me lethargic and I have trouble focusing and yet I can’t quite get to sleep because my body is restless. I have not been enjoying my time, let me tell you. Without the medication, I can’t put any weight on my knees. Any stretch or compression that tugs my kneecaps out of alignment has me seeing stars. It’s unbearable.

It feels like there’s no real winning, here, and that is probably the worst part: there’s no good answer. There’s no work around or solution that will keep me happy. I just feel…trapped.

I know this wasn’t the happiest update, I apologize, dear readers. I’ll try to have something more entertaining for next week.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Tuesday, 14 September 2021

Except of Wicked Darkness by B.L. Callaghan

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the WICKED DARKNESS by B.L. Callaghan Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

Thursday, 9 September 2021

Blog Tour of Spirit Fire by Susan McCauley

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the SPIRIT FIRE by Susan McCauley Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

About the Book

Title: SPIRIT FIRE (Ghost Hunters #3)

Author: Susan McCauley

Pub. Date: September 28, 2021

Publisher: Celtic Sea Publishing

Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle, B&N, TBD, Bookshop.org

Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read this for FREE!

Who—or what—is causing the fires in the French Quarter? A little girl? A long-dead prisoner? An evil presence calling to those beyond the grave?

In this spooky, fast-paced adventure, twelve-year-old Alex must fight smoke, flames, and ghostly prisoners to stop whatever’s causing the blazes—before more lives are lost.

Haven’t started the series yet? Grab books 1 & 2, BONES IN THE WALL & PIRATE’S CURSE for FREE with a KU subscription! Or get the audiobook for book 1 for FREE on Audible!

BONES IN THE WALL: Kindle, Audible

PIRATE’S CURSE: Kindle

Wednesday, 8 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/08/21

All right, so. In case anyone was wondering: my knee is still broken and I’m still miserably unable to do anything fun. This past week has been so, incredibly, boring. I go to work, I come home, I do my physio exercises, I sit on the couch and watch tv, then I take my pain meds and pass out until morning. Rinse and repeat.

On the plus side: I have been catching up on this television people have been talking about. All those Marvel shows (yes, I caved and got Disney+ because I am bored and need something to occupy my time – so why not the entirety of English-language movies and television for all of history?). WandaVision was good. A little confusing but good. Falcon and Winter Soldier, also a very good time. Loved the social commentary and violence. Loki was more confusing, less social commentary. Tom Hiddleston is attractive, though. What is it with the hair flip that works? It’s very confusing.

Honestly, my week has been so boring. On the plus side: I have yet to lose my mind over the lack of murdering that’s been happening the last few weeks So that’s nice. I would hate to go crazy when there was nothing I could do about it.

Again.

I’ve been spending some time (while I’m conscious… so, about an hour a day) writing out plans for what I’ll do once I’m back on my feet. A lot of choking people with random objects (I blame Marvel’s influence), a bit of poison with household objects.

If I were ten years younger, I would try and learn that thigh-spin-chokehold-thing Scarlett Johansen does in every movie. It looks pointless and fun but given the fact that I currently struggle to bend my knee far enough to sit on a toilet seat, I’m pretty sure learning weird assassin moves is off the table.

I guess there’ll be a few things off the table, now. Even once the cast is off, I can’t start sprinting right away. And even if I can, the risk of further injury will always be there. And even then, I know I’ll always be worried about damaging my knee again so I’ll be cautious and I’ll hesitate and I’ll put myself at risk.

Maybe instead of lists of exciting new kills, I need to make a list of my limitations. That one might be longer.

God, why was I so stupid?

Except, I wasn’t. I did what I always do, but this time, it ended in my knee cap fucking off to parts unknown. Am I just getting old?

Fuck.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Monday, 6 September 2021

Blog Tour of Of The Lilin by Pauline Hampton

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the OF THE LILIN by Paulette Hampton Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

About the Book:

Title: OF THE LILIN (The Sage Chronicles, #1)

Author: Paulette Hampton

Pub. Date: August 27, 2021

Publisher: Paulette Hampton

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 317

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle

Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read this for FREE!

While dealing with depression, Sage attempts to pull herself into the light. What she finds is better left in the dark.

After the loss of her mother and her stepfather's mental breakdown, Sage Frankle agrees to move in with her aunt and cousin at the Englewood Inn. Soon, her aunt arranges for Sage to begin working through her trauma with a psychologist. As time passes, Sage finds that she is far from healing and begins to slip from reality into a realm of darkness she is unable to escape. After the arrival of her cousin's intriguing acquaintance, Sage is forced to realize she is indeed trapped, not by her mind, but by her bloodline.

Wednesday, 1 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/01/21

It’s a brand new month and yet I am still the same dumbass I was ten years ago. Last week, I thought it would be super fun to chase a victim who’d caught on a little too early that they were in mortal danger. It’s incredibly annoying when that happens. It’s like on cop shows when they announce that they’re police when there’s a crowd of people between them, and get surprised when they run. Even if I wasn’t in trouble with the law, I’m probably running from the police. In this day and age, I’m hesitant to report a car accident because I’m worried it will escalate.

That’s not what this is about.

This is about me, chasing after a victim, landing on my fucking knee on a concrete floor, and fracturing my kneecap. And then, because – as I said – I am a complete dumbass, I got up, kept running after this woman who was now screaming her lungs out, and just barely tackled her before we reached a public access door.

The only reason she’s even dead is because she hit her head on the same cement that cracked my knee, which stunned her long enough that I could drag her to the edge of the parking garage and throw her over. Knowing my luck, I figured I would have been pulled over the side with her or she’d land on a passing car and survive or some bullshit like that.

The universe covered my ass this once. Sort of.

Anyways, I managed to limp back to my car and drive myself to an emergency room where they confirmed that my kneecap was not, in fact, supposed to be in that position. I spent my Monday night in surgery and then getting the largest cast put around my knee. It was unnecessarily large for only injuring a small portion of my leg. But I did manage to chip off part of the bone in my kneecap and I have to keep the cast on until the bone has fused together.

I came home Tuesday morning and slept until Thursday – which is why I didn’t update you last week. I was dreaming about flying fish and giant talking turkey legs (I hadn’t eaten anything in over 24 hours at that point). To conclude: my dumb ass is going to be walking around on crutches for at least five more weeks and I am not looking forward to it.

But I know I did it to myself. I went after a victim without backup – which I normally don’t need but I was technically performing a kill out in the open and it’s always smarter to bring backup – I didn’t look where I was going, and then I kept running on it after the initial injury. To be fair: there was no way in hell I was letting this woman get away. I would be in surgery and she’d be giving my sketch to the police. I’d be arrested in a giant, ugly cast. No. Way.

But that is what’s going to be occupying my time for the next few weeks. We are just trying not to fall over at this point. I promise I’m scolding myself continuously, I have no one to blame but myself – and the victim for running… but mostly me. I’m basically out of commission for the next two months at least, which is not the best time for my mental health but, again, no one to blame but the victim. “Fortunately” I can still go in to work but all extra-curricular activities are off, much to my husband’s disappointment. Even if I was able to get close enough to kill someone and they had the decency not to run, I am way too recognizable with this hunk of plaster on my knee. It’s big and heavy enough that I’d happily bludgeon someone to death with it…if it didn’t cause me, just, immense amounts of pain.

If you couldn’t already tell, I’m going to be a little grumpy for the next few weeks. Deal with it.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Monday, 23 August 2021

Book Tour for Into the Dark: A Superstitious Reverse Harem Romance Anthology

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the INTO THE DARK A Superstitious Reverse Harem Romance Anthology Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. This is a great anthology with all proceeds going to a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure! Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaways!

About The Book:


Title:
 INTO THE DARK

Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

Pub. Date: August 10, 2021

Publisher: Eve Newton

Formats: eBook

Find it: GoodreadsAmazonB&NiBooksKobo

Travel into the dark and discover over a dozen sexy reverse harem stories twisted with superstitious lore. 

Hell's Princess cursed into finding her destiny

 A witch cursed to be mortal. 

 Demons fighting hexes. 

Vampires in need of some luck...and more!

From sizzling slow-burn attraction to steamy-goodness, there is something for every romance lover.

Grab your copy today and don't miss out on this limited-edition collection that will be removed from sale on September 10th 2021. All proceeds benefit a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure!

Includes titles: Hell's Curse by Eve Newton; Curses Bite by Ginna Moran; Lupine: Pigs Might Fly by Hanleigh Bradley; Bloody Lucky by Cali Mann; Dahlia: With a Side of Fries by Tabitha Barret; Sweet Lunacy by Avery Stone; Insurrection Chapters 1-3 by R.L. Caulder & M. Sinclair; Menace to the Assassins (An Academy of Assassin's novel) by Stacey Brutger; My Soul to Keep by Debbie Cassidy; Death's Deeds by A.J. Macey & M.J. Marstens; Deflated by Eva Delaney & Mia Harlan; Dreaming of Me by Melissa Adams; Friday by Amelia K. Oliver & Eileen Troemel; Infernally Taken by Jewels Arthur

Full list of Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

May include scenes of M/M & F/F

May contain triggering situations.

Wednesday, 18 August 2021

Your Midweek Update for 08/18/21

The world is quite literally on fire and all I want to do is add to it. I’ve always known I was some agent of chaos – if you’ve been following me for even a short amount of time, you must know this about me – but I’ve never wanted to just burn it all down.

That’s a lie. When Sandra died, I wanted to set fire to something and just step inside. But this isn’t the same feeling. This is restlessness and frustration and exhaustion. I’m tired all the time and my limbs feel heavy. The smoke from the wild fires is choking me and I can’t sleep anymore. I can’t step outside without hearing devastating news about some place in the world.

And I want to join in. I want to light a match, I want to add to the carnage, I want to feel something other than hopelessness at the state we’re in. When I kill, it’s for me. Sometimes, it’s for the betterment of society, but mostly it’s for my own pleasure. I do enjoy it. I smile remembering the feelings of bones cracking under my touch. I get wet seeing the terror in a man’s eyes when he finally realizes he is going to die. I am soothed by the sound of squelching blood as I remove my knife from an un-beating heart.

I fucking love murder (again, you should have figured this out by now). But this feeling inside? It’s not excitement when I see a woman walking alone at night. It’s fear. Fear that everything I do to bring myself pleasure is being swallowed up by the world burning itself. No one cares that one person died today because a thousand more are dead. We’re tearing each other apart and when everyone is killing and dying and burning, then I become obsolete.

I’m tired of hearing about so much devastation, I’m tired of breathing in literal ashes, I’m tired of everyone destroying each other. You’re doing it wrong and you’re taking away my job and I’m just tired, okay? There’s so much going on, I can’t feel anything. But the one time I could always feel something was when I had a knife in my hand but now it just sort of feels pointless.

Why murder you now? You’ll probably be dead tomorrow anyways.

My point is: I wish everyone would go back to the way things were so that I can be a monster instead of just another forgotten murderer.

My point is: I’m tired.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday, 11 August 2021

Your Midweek Update for 08/11/21

Here’s my thing with feminism.

Oh god, I just lost ten followers with that sentence alone. Hear me out, please.

I grew up with the ramifications of the 70s serial killer era. When people left their doors unlocked and it was totally normal to hitchhike across the country in an unmarked white van. Let’s be real: there’s never been a point in history where it was “safe” to be a woman alone at night but in the 60s and 70s, it was more commonplace to walk the streets without your keys tucked between your knuckles.

Then everyone was murdered and enough people cared that everyone’s daily habits changed. Doors were locked, the manufacturers of pepper spray became trillionaires, and it was still a nightmare for women, but at least serial killers had to get more creative.

But that’s all it was. People didn’t stop killing each other, they just changed their tactics. All the tricks women do to keep themselves safe when their alone: it’s a challenge, not a deterrent. If you ever feel like you’re safe, you’re in more danger than ever. It’s safety theatre – like the TSA. If you go through the motions, you can pretend you’re safe but the truth is: the bomb was never in your shoes to begin with.

This is all aimed at women because, well, statistically they’re more likely to be attacked because the world is a terrible, terrible place. But that’s why I enjoy going after men. I can use the same tactics that have been used on women for decades and men are too na├»ve to believe they can be victims. The truth is: everyone could be a victim. No one is safe, only a portion of the population were raised to believe that, while the others were told… nothing. It makes them easy targets.

I know I should want to change that. Equity means teaching mean to be safe and to not attack women because they think they can get away with it (which they likely can). Equality means treating my victims equally, but you just can’t use the same tactics. I can’t lure a woman into the back alley of a club with the promise of too-drunk-to-consent sex. I can’t ask a man to pretend to be a friend and walk me to my car because some creepy guy has been following me. Obviously, there are exceptions because everyone has the capacity to be awful. It’s just not the same.

I should want to change the culture. I should want to shy away from utilizing stereotypes to get what I want. It’s just that… well… the stereotypes work to my advantage. I like to think that these men have it coming if they genuinely believe that I don’t notice them slipping something into my drink. And some of them might just want to walk me to my car but I know part of the reason why these nice men want to do that, is because I’m a woman.

Of course, I want to see a change in our culture. I would love to not get written up for having messy hair one of the days I go in to work while my DAUGHTER IS MISSING. At the same time: being able to use the stereotypes to my advantage makes my job so much easier.

But, like the TSA, I just have to adapt with the times and find new ways to take advantage of people’s perceived safety. It is a challenge – of course it is – but, like my serial killer forefathers, I will change.

I will face the challenge head-on.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe 

Tuesday, 10 August 2021

Release Day for Into the Dark: A Superstitious Reverse Harem Anthology

I am so excited that INTO THE DARK Anthology is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful anthology with proceeds going to mental health charities, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for 2 awesome giveaways courtesy of the authors & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.

This is a great anthology with all proceeds going to a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure! Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaways!

About The Book:

Title: INTO THE DARK

Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

Pub. Date: August 10, 2021

Publisher: Eve Newton

Formats: eBook

Find it: GoodreadsAmazonB&NiBooksKobo

Travel into the dark and discover over a dozen sexy reverse harem stories twisted with superstitious lore. 

Hell's Princess cursed into finding her destiny

A witch cursed to be mortal. 

Demons fighting hexes. 

Vampires in need of some luck...and more!

From sizzling slow-burn attraction to steamy-goodness, there is something for every romance lover.

Grab your copy today and don't miss out on this limited-edition collection that will be removed from sale on September 10th 2021. All proceeds benefit a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure!

Includes titles: Hell's Curse by Eve Newton; Curses Bite by Ginna Moran; Lupine: Pigs Might Fly by Hanleigh Bradley; Bloody Lucky by Cali Mann; Dahlia: With a Side of Fries by Tabitha Barret; Sweet Lunacy by Avery Stone; Insurrection Chapters 1-3 by R.L. Caulder & M. Sinclair; Menace to the Assassins (An Academy of Assassin's novel) by Stacey Brutger; My Soul to Keep by Debbie Cassidy; Death's Deeds by A.J. Macey & M.J. Marstens; Deflated by Eva Delaney & Mia Harlan; Dreaming of Me by Melissa Adams; Friday by Amelia K. Oliver & Eileen Troemel; Infernally Taken by Jewels Arthur

Full list of Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

May include scenes of M/M & F/F

May contain triggering situations.

HELL’S CURSE BY EVE NEWTON EXCERPT:

I blink and somehow, I’m back in the middle of the warehouse. “What the fuck?” I yell, shoving my hand into my hair.

I hear the guys burst through the doors behind me. “Guess, you reached the edge of the labyrinth,” Sebastian remarks.

“Grrr,” I snarl.

“Okay, easy tiger,” he says, putting his hands up. “At least we know the perimeter and that this is the center, which means it’s small.”

“And?” I snap.

He bites his lip. I can’t help but think how sexy it makes him look. “Oh no,” I groan and turn from him. All of them. My hands are shaking, my heart is pounding, my skin has a sheen of sweat on it and my breath is coming in shallow pants. I know what I need but I can’t get it. I can’t Shift. I’m stuck in this human female form that needs what was promised to me not all that long ago with the guy who mysteriously died between my legs.

“GeeGee?” Ethan asks, coming closer.

“Stop,” I say, holding my hand up. “Don’t come any closer.”

He stops dead.

“You’re affecting her,” Sebastian murmurs. “Move away.”

“She’s immune,” Ethan mutters.

“Not anymore, not without her powers. If she can’t Shift, the anxiety of the situation is aggravating the Hellhound that is still inside her with no way for release. Am I right, little one?”

“Mm,” I moan, doubling over as pangs shoot through my body, hurting me.