Welcome E.S. Skipper!

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Release date: Sept 19 2014
Flight of the Kiwi London Calling E-Book CoverTamati Kumeroa is about to embark on his great adventure, his Gap Year,
after finishing his arts degree. He’s talked about this with his best
friend Steve for so long and now that it’s finally here, he can’t wait
to get started. On his last night in New Zealand, the barman he’s lusted
after for so long decides to make sure Tamati won’t easily forget him.
Talk about bad timing….

His flight to London is certainly memorable, especially when a very rich
Arab makes Tamati an offer that he’d be a fool to turn down. And when he
accepts it, what he encounters is a very memorable time indeed, spent
with a sexy man and a host of new friends.

His trip is off to a very interesting start. One thing Tamati didn’t
bargain on was losing his heart…

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About the E.S. Skipper:
Living in a small town in New Zealand E. S. Skipper writes during the
quiet of the day, but being the owner of an over excitable puppy, quiet
is not always possible. Even though English is the first language of
many of his friends, the difference between Kiwi English and American
English has produced a lot of  laughter among friends and fans alike.

Living in the Land of the Long White Cloud, Kiwi characters feature
strongly in most of E.S’s stories. Writing was a hobby but soon became a
way of life. E. S. believes that love is love, no matter who it’s with,
and everyone deserves to be with the person of their choice. A true
romantic at heart, E. S. Skipper believes everyone will have their
happily ever after.

For more information on upcoming projects E. S. can be found on Facebook
at https://www.facebook.com/e.s.skipper?fref=ts

or on Goodreads at
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8319206.E_S_Skipper

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Tour schedule :
Sept 22nd: Lisa Harris: http://www.theworldofljharris.blogspot.com.au/
Sept 24rd: The Novel Approach : http://thenovelapproachreviews.com
Sept 26th: Rainbow Gold Reviews:  http://rainbowgoldreviews.wordpress.com
Sept 27th: Prism bookalliance: http://www.prismbookalliance.com
Sept 29th: Rhys Ford :https://rhysford.com/
Sept 30th: Parker Williams: http://parkerwilliamsauthor.com/wordpress/category/blog/
Oct  2nd: Kimi-chan Experience : http://www.kimnsarah.co.uk
Oct  4rd: GGR- Review : http://www.ggr-review.com
Oct  5th: Lily G. Blunt: http://lilygblunt.wordpress.com
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Oct  8th: Bike Book Reviews: http://bikebookreviews.blogspot.com/
Oct  9th: RJ Scott:http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.nl/?zx=ceb4edc8fb973f59
Oct  11th: Love Bytes:  http://lovebytesreviews.com

A Peek at Down and Dirty

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Bobby and Ichi’s Story.
Coming from Dreamspinner Press; December 2014

The interior was mostly faux-Italian, full of sweeping plaster embellishments, lush velvets, and trompe l’oeil vistas meant to whisk theatergoers to a lush Vienna celebration. The balconies were reminiscent of gondolas, toothy woodwork and black with swirling gold curlicues amid a sea of spangled stars and dusky skies. A pair of balconies wide enough to hold two or three people sat near the top of the stage opening, once meant for an operatic chorus to stand in during performances, and it was one of these outcroppings Jae was struggling to get to, using a slender shelf nearly a story up off the theater floor as a bridge.

Someone in the theater’s past bricked off the platforms and removed the access stairs, most likely during its revival as a cinema. If Ichiro could go back in time, he’d punch that someone in the face, because watching Jae inch his way to one was going to give him ulcers.

“Should you be doing that anyway?” Ichiro couldn’t stand it any longer, and he paced down the side of the theater floor, walking down the steeply angled aisle until he was directly below his friend. “You were shot.”

“I was shot months ago, and the doctor said I could resume normal activity—within reason.”

“This is so not within reason.” Ichi’s heart leaped up into his throat as Jae reached the balcony and threw one leg over the balustrade. “I don’t think he’d agree being Batman was normal activity—or even close to reasonable.”

“This is nothing. You should see—oof—what Cole and I—”

“I don’t want to hear that. Not about my brother. Or you. I don’t need that in my head.” He took a few more steps, hovering beneath his friend. Jae’s camera swung from a strap around his neck, and the lens nearly caught against the railing when Jae slid over into the balcony. “I’m not sure I’m going to survive this.”

Creature Feature 2 Giveaway and Hellsinger #241

Hellsinger File 241First, I want to announce the uploading of Hellsinger File #241 as a PDF. It is the collection of blog posts from the Duck Duck Ghost Blog Tour! And… best of all…

FREE

You can find the PDF here at this link. And I’ll be adding it to the Hellsinger menu in a few if I haven’t already.

Now onto to other things…

As some of you know… Creature Feature 2 hits in… damn, less than a week! And to celebrate this… really celebrate this, I’m going to do a Giveaway. Of the book. Which I rarely do.

I’m really excited about this book. Because it was a damned fun write with Poppy Dennison. So, I want to really share that with all of you. I do. Here’s an excerpt from the beginning of the book AND if you want to win an ebook of Creature Feature 2, leave a comment below about what is your favourite type of “monster”. Or creature.

‘Cause I like dragons.

Contest ends Sept 26 at 7 pm! Creature Feature 2 is a standalone interwoven pair of novellas combined into one book and available at Dreamspinner Press.

Creature Feature 2. Two Men. One Apocalypse.
Rise of the Revenants by Poppy Dennison
Vampyres are on the loose in Detroit, and novice hunter Taz Cohen is on the job. The mission seems simple: stop the vamps. But Taz knows nothing about the mythical creatures, so he’s in for the fight of his life. Then he meets insanely attractive construction worker Darren Foster, who jumps into the battle with both feet. Sparks and bullets fly as they struggle against the vampyre horde and their attraction to each other. Avoiding gruesome death from the undead might be easier than shielding their hearts from each other.

Legacy of Blood and Death by Rhys Ford
For Javi Navarro, Detroit will become another blood-splattered city in his rearview mirror after he puts its dead back into the ground. Expecting an easy hunting job, Javi instead finds a kiss of ancient vampyres on the hunt for a descendant of their long-dead creator.

Reclusive Ciarnan Mac Gerailt abandoned his family legacy of blood and death magic after it nearly destroyed him. Unfortunately for Ciarnan, the Motor City can only be saved if he resumes his dark arts and joins forces with Javi Navarro, the hunter who brought the vampyre apocalypse—and hope for the future—straight to Ciarnan’s front door.

And without further ado. An Excerpt

creaturefeature_2_x5Prologue

It was a tiny noise at first. Deliberate. Slow. So very different from the noises they’d heard over the time since their master and his enemy fell. Nothing like the scrabble of rats or the soft tread of a lost pet who’d somehow found its way into the sewers and happened upon their dark, hungry tomb.

Those sounds came with the erratic quick beat of a heart on edge.

These tickle of echoes brought with them showers of dust and crumbling plaster.

And more importantly, the dark, heavy schlub of sweet human blood coursing through strong, vibrant hearts.

It was the promise of nectar and life. The revenants edged closer to one another, crossing through long-held territories in their underground prison. They crawled over the remains of the mages who’d died battling one another—one defending his right to dominate the humans within his grasp while the other came to serve justice and retribution to the man who’d brought Detroit nearly to the brink of ruin.

There’d been many more of their brethren then. Twelve in each kiss and twelve of those—a kiss of kisses but one by one they’d fallen, dying of hunger or under their death-sibling’s teeth when the hunger ate away their control. The battle between life and death magic broke the walls, sealing them all in and in their dying breaths, the mages continued to fight, leaving behind a pocket of ravenous hunters with nothing the slake their thirst besides the occasional stray animal and the remains of the mages themselves.

Divided, the vampyres feasted on the two corpses, absorbing their meat and drawing on the magic from the mages’ flesh. Their hunger changed and they turned on one another, consuming the weaker who’d eaten off of the same body until one long ago day, only a full kiss remained; six for each body—six hungry for the blood of the mage they’d consumed.

Boiled down to their most primal essence, the kiss slept, feeding only when something small came into the death mage’s old quarters until one day, the sounds above them changed—growing louder as the heartbeats came nearer and they woke, gathering to where the swoosh-thump of hot blood resonated through the brick. Packed in tight, their hunger grew to a fevered pitch and the kiss clung to the wall, their nails digging into the crumbling mortar all while on the other side, the sounds echoed and clanged.

Soon after the scent of sweet hot human blood spilled into their tomb, a chunk of brick fell, hitting and bouncing down into the space and a shaft of light broke through the darkness. Scrambling to the ray, the revenants hunkered down, snuggling up as close to the rocky face as they could.

Then waited.

Taz pulled into what looked like a battlefield after all of the armies were gone. Parts of the street were pristine and gleaming, virile spears of prosperity set in the ruins of an embattled city. What gave the area a war zone feel were the herds of abandoned construction trucks corralled in by a couple of weary, battered cop cars. A light wind picked at streamers of yellow and red tape warning pedestrians away from an innocuous brick building set between an ancient department store gleaming with gentrification and a dry laundry business boarded up with plywood announcing their closure and Taz didn’t need a degree in rocket science to know there was another hunter on the prowl.

He recognized the vintage 1970 black Challenger parked in front of the department store, its gleaming sleek body screaming bad-ass and dangerous—much like the hunter who owned it.

Javi Navarro spotted him as soon as Taz parked, bringing his 2014 ebony-fleck Challenger up behind the older car. The Hispanic man waved at Taz to acknowledge him then broke off the conversation he’d been having with one of the cops lounging by a Caterpillar back-hoe. Well built and compact, Navarro was a few inches shorter and leaner than Taz but the weight of being a hunter hung on the man like a cloak. The man hurried down the sidewalk as Taz closed his car door and he tensed, unsure if Navarro was going to greet him or challenge him for being on the scene.

“Hey, Cohen!” Navarro hailed him, a bright white smile breaking over his face. “Man, glad you’re here. This shit is gone to hell in a hand basket woven by a cat who didn’t give a shit. Who called you in?”

“Detective Nuñez. He’s out of main HQ.” Taz shook the hunter’s outstretched hand. “Good to see you, Navarro.”

“Make it Javi. We’re on a job together. Might as well be friendly. Hey, nice car,” Javi whistled as he walked down the length of the new Challenger. “I went old school myself.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Taz chuckled. “You’re enforcing stereotypes, you know. The whole vintage ride and a hunter. People are going to talk.”

“Shit, who the hell in their right mind would pick an Impala?” The other hunter spat in mock disgust. “They did it for the back seat, swear to God. That Chevy’s rear end is shit, slides all over the place but the back seat is big enough to camp in.”

“Saves on hotel costs,” he replied with a smirk and Javi grinned back.

“Didn’t know you were that cheap you can’t afford even paying by the hour,” the man teased and Taz flipped him off with a playful one-fingered salute. “‘Course if you can’t last an hour—”

“Okay, now you’re just wrong,” Taz protested lightly, falling into step with Navarro as they headed to the front of the building. “Never ever disparage how long a man can last. That’s about as bad as talking shit about his mother.”

“Fair enough.” Javi threw his hands up in quick surrender. “Just saying, sometimes old school is best. But yeah, this thing here? It’s a shit job.”


 

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