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Paranormal Mystery Feature: XIMORA by Patty G. Henderson @PattyGHenderson

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Paranormal Mystery


Brenda Strange Paranormal Mystery Series Book 4

An ancient evil once again walks the Earth, its thirst for vengeance leaving butchered bodies drained of blood. Can psychic investigator Brenda Strange solve the bloody secret of the curse before those she loves most become the next victims? Or will Brenda finally face an evil more horrifying than even she can handle?

In the fourth Brenda Strange book, in a chilly Halloween night, the ancient past collides with the present in a terrifying battle against the the power of primal gods and a blood-thirsty Amazon warrior. When the life of an innocent child becomes the final sacrifice, Brenda Strange and Detective Lisa Chambliss must put even their own lives on the line to save him.

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Chapter 17

Brenda sat outside with Cubbie on the spacious front porch of Malfour House, something she hadn’t done since moving in. Cubbie, evidently a Halloween freak, had gone out and bought fake, battery-operated pumpkins that lit up inside and laughed each time anyone made a sound, a huge skeleton door hanging and bags of miniature Snickers and Milky Way candies.

It was a cool night, and Brenda, dressed in a turtleneck sweater and wool pants, held a hot mug of coffee in her hands.

“I must admit, it’s nice being out here. I wish I’d done it more often before. Tina and I never found the time.” Brenda breathed in the chilly air and forced back the tinge of sadness that threatened to creep in and spoil the night. She looked over at Cubbie, who sat under a colorful blanket in the other Adirondack chair. “I’m not so sure about this Halloween stuff, though.” She looked at the decorations. “Not a single kid ever came knocking at our door. I told you we never got kids.”

Cubbie let out a deep sigh. “Well, I can’t believe it. In my neighborhood, the place always crawls with kids. I always buy two bags of candy and there is little left over,” she grumbled and burrowed deeper under the blanket.

“I’m not eating all that candy.” Brenda liked to tease her. “It’s all yours.” She looked up at the bright, full moon. It was a perfect night for goblins and little witches. She checked her watch and saw it was barely after 8 pm. “Say Cubbie, why don’t you go back to your neighborhood, take the candy and pass it out there?” Brenda thought it an excellent idea. She got up, stretched and nudged Cubbie on the arm. “I’m going for more coffee. Can I get you anything?”

Cubbie shook her head, and just as Brenda moved toward the door, her vision went black and the sounds around her became deadly quiet. What she saw in a foggy haze was a dark street surrounded by large trees. On the street was a dark red sports car, low and sleek. Though the windows were tinted too dark to see through, Brenda saw. Amanda Thurman sat in the passenger seat and the woman with the angry face and burning eyes was driving. In the backseat, Lisa’s son Nick lay motionless, a deep gash across his face. Brenda saw that he had a pirate hat and costume. The costume was slashed in places. He suddenly opened his mouth and began to scream. He screamed louder. Brenda covered her ears.

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Patty G. Henderson is an Award winning author, publisher and artist. An independent author, she launched her own publishing imprint, Blanca Rosa Publishing, formerly Black Car Publishing. She has penned four Brenda Strange Paranormal Mysteries, THE BURNING OF HER SIN, TANGLED AND DARK, THE MISSING PAGE and XIMORA. Patty has also written four lesbian Gothic Historical Romances, THE SECRET OF LIGHTHOUSE POINTE, CASTLE OF DARK SHADOWS, Multiple Award Winner PASSION FOR VENGEANCE, and her latest Gothic Historical Romance, SHADOWS OF THE HEART. Her first book was a vampire tale, SO DEAD, MY LOVE. She has also done several anthologies, including the ” all for animal charities” anthos, DARK THINGS and DARK THINGS II: Cat Crimes. Comfortable wearing several creative hats, Patty is an accomplished artist as well as author. She’s done popular book cover artwork for many mainstream mystery and horror authors as well as artwork for niche authors via her graphic arts business, Boulevard Photografica. You can reach Patty via her author web site: or check out her graphics and book cover professional web site:

Psychological Horror Book Spotlight: 12:07 The Sleeping by L. Sydney Abel @lsydneyabel

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Psychological Horror Paranormal Suspense

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THE SLEEPING have always come for The Unwanted… James would fight for his life many times – always winning and yet always fearing that anytime soon, it might be his last.

THE SLEEPING are guardians of the underworld who feed from the tormented souls sent there. In our world, they haunt those whom they believe belong in Hell.

THE SLEEPING enter our realm to claim their victim, until the wrongly-given soul is taken.

When The Custodian of ‘The Room of Truth’ is asked to perform a ritual of worship, loyalty to God and The Messenger are in conflict. The lives of The Unwanted, The Protector, The Messenger and 2 Pretty Things are assembled by divine invitation.

You know when they’re here… you can feel them. Remember; stay awake, because when they come for you and take you, there is no going back. If you give up fighting, then you might as well give up living…


The Unwanted – A person not created from want.

The Protector – The shield made from love.

The Custodian – The keeper of sins inside ‘The Room of Truth’.

The Messenger/The Key – Is someone who is at the bidding of The Sleeping. A soul for a soul.

The Pretty Things – Beauties of either gender.

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The Sleeping came into the room like the Schutz-Staffel – this was no protection party. It was Nazi S.S. looking their decaying worst, whose all-black uniform was designed by Death itself. Masked white faces, carrying soulless searching eye-sockets, advanced towards The Unwanted.

If God moved in mysterious ways, then this was one of his worst performances, as the lights suddenly went out. The Sleeping were now darkness within the darkness – home from home, and groping with expertise.

It was from no intervention on God’s behalf that the lights went out. It was down to human manipulation with the light’s timer, or the use of the panic button. Darkness was deemed a defence, but not in this case. The blinking, red light flashed upon the floor like the reflection of an exploding bonfire night cracker, putting stars into the eyes of the living.

Some of The Sleeping took the time to explore the entranced Stephanie – she was unknowingly emitting a rainbow aura as a shield. They hissed to her in secret whispers. It was then, in their understanding vibrations of her lack of concern in such matters, that they made the slither nearer towards The Unwanted. Not once did any of them approach Sylvie – she had a more celestial protection.

The Sleeping gathered around Lance; they buried him within their own darkness. Some punctured his veins and travelled in some drug rush to his brain. Others mixed with the air he breathed and became his need to live. He was their junkie, and he was going on a bad trip. Simplicity would be if they could physically kill, but such as they were, that was impossible. Their need or trick was human terror; they would feed from the heavenly soul and eat away at its goodness until the living gave up life, freely. The wrong things done in Lance’s life were traits of others that had sucked upon his soul. Wickedness moves in shadowy ways.

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L. Sydney Abel is the pen name of Lawrence Abel. He was born and raised in Kingston upon Hull, England. He is married and has two grown-up children. He has written and illustrated several books for children and young adults, including Timothy Other: the boy who climbed Marzipan Mountain.
L. Sydney Abel has recently ventured into the world of adult fiction, where experiences of the supernatural kind have stimulated his imagination. His latest novel 12:07 The Sleeping, is based on personal experience of Sleep Paralysis or Old Hag Syndrome. This book reveals a creature with human shape, draped in death’s black, shrouding a white skull face; its eyes are hollow depths to hell. Lawrence calls this creature The Sleeping, as it comes for him whilst he sleeps, yet he feels wide-awake.

What readers are saying about 12:07 The Sleeping:
‘Definitely a horror book akin to Stephen King of old.’ THE Book Club reviewer
‘At times it is terrifyingly compelling, paralysingly scary and very creepy.’ By A. Rose
‘Recommended to anyone who likes Stephen King and James Herbert books.’ THE Book Club reviewer
‘This book is extremely unique and different from anything I have read to date. It is a complete new twist on the good and evil.’ By Ramona

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Zombie Novella Feature: Giovanni Goes To Med School by Kathy Bryson @kathybryson2

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Fantasy, Paranormal, Zombies


Everyone knows zombies aren’t real, no matter how fun. You don’t have to be a med student to know the dead do not get up and walk around in real life. Anyone who’s buried a pet in the backyard knows the dead don’t walk. They don’t even lurch.

So Giovanni is stunned when his patient sits up in the morgue and starts scolding. The night-shift was supposed be a relief, a chance to study in quiet and off-set ridiculous student loans. Babysitting a huge dog and a dead voodoo mambo were not part of the plan. Now he’s got to convince an unbelieving medical community to take action, so he can get back to learning about the dead – not the undead!

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Giovanni sighed and put down the paperwork. He didn’t see where he could do anything more for Mrs. Harris and the hope that maybe he’d done enough started to creep up on him. After all, the other, fully qualified doctors had administered the actual anesthetic. He was probably just feeling indoctrinated guilt from being raised in a large Catholic, Italian family.

Dimly in the background, he heard a mournful howl. Rufus, he thought with an inward eye roll and it didn’t even occur to him how eerily appropriate it was for the dog to howl just then. Instead, he reached for a pen and the toe tag on the bundle in front of him, determined to ensure that Mrs. Harris reached her final rest without mistake.

The toe tag pulled away. Frowning, Giovanni reached again. The toe tag slid away from him and he watched horrified as the swathed figure writhed, then sat up. From somewhere behind him, he could hear frantic barking and a high-pitched wail. When he gasped for breath, he realized the wail came from him even as the cocooned corpse bent forward and mumbled, “Sonny, you scream like a girl.”

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Kathy Bryson knew she wanted to be a writer when she finished reading through her school and local children’s libraries. She honed her writing skills on marketing brochures, websites, and several unfinished manuscripts before going into teaching. Now she happily skews convention while finishing award-winning books and catering to the whims of spoiled cats.

Those awards?
Feeling Lucky
– 2014 First Coast Romance Writers National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award
– Finalist for the EPIC 2015 eBook Awards
– Finalist Chanticleer Chatelaine 2014.

Restless Spirits
– Finalist in Colorado Romance Writer’s 2015 Award of Excellence Contest.

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Book Feature: Everblossom 2: A Short Story and Poetry Collection by Larissa Hinton @FeedMyNeedL

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Poetry, Short Stories, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Fantasy


Thirsty for more?

Dig deeper into the afterlife through three more stages from decomposition, rebirth then back to regrowth rediscover how the flower lives at night.

The author who brought you the first installment of Everblossom, now brings you a dash of everything from dark fantasy to the paranormal to romance. So prepare yourself to delve into the three afterlife stages of the flower from decomposition to rebirth then back to regrowth; you’ll go through them with a whole new perspective on what it all truly means.

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Paranormal Memoir Spotlight: Keep Smiling, Your Teacup is Levitating: Ghosts, Premonitions and Other True Stories Boyfriends Couldn’t Tolerate by Vivi Stutz

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Paranormal Memoir, True Paranormal Stories, Nonfiction

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A paranormal memoir, and useful strategies for intuitive living. Includes a free audiobook with an authentic voice recording of a disembodied spirit.
Imagine sitting across from your life insurance broker, and when queried about your mental health, you want to blurt out: “I see dead people, but there’s nothing wrong with me.”

More than one boyfriend ran for the hills because I “saw” future events, such as a fire that endangered the lives of two children. Then again, I once passed on an acting audition because the producer had a creepy vibe. He was later convicted of murdering his lead actress.

I “heard” my boyfriend’s name before we exchanged the first words. My dead cat visited and scared a friend away.
I scheduled a psychiatric evaluation when I “saw” the events of September 11th on a beach in August of 2001; I thought I had to be insane.
A decade after his death, our late landlord demanded we foster rescue dogs even though I prefer cats. Holding someone’s briefcase revealed a future drug overdose; “reading” keys announced an unlikely pregnancy. Viewing a rental property comes with a detailed report of the previous tenant’s history; divorce, disease, and depression linger in a space like muck.
Telepathy has proven more efficient than text messages or shopping lists. And yes, a teacup levitated across a table and was set on the floor without spilling the tea.

The paranormal is my normal. It wasn’t easy to accept because “seeing things” is only popular in the plotline of a Haloween movie; rarely in real life. These are true stories, and sound advice how to navigate the paranormal without questioning your sanity.

Let me take you for a ride.

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 Imagine sitting across from your life insurance broker, and when asked about your mental health, you want to blurt out: “I see dead people, but there is nothing wrong with me.”
I didn’t say that. I do have common sense.
I also didn’t say, “You seriously dislike your husband, and you stay with him only because you bought real estate together. You stay because you think it’s the smart thing to do. But the energy field around your physical body brims with resentment. It’s making the atmosphere in your office stuffy. I wonder how this affects your sales record?”

A conversation with a stranger can reveal their personal information as if their minds had downloaded into mine. Walking our dogs past a house in my neighborhood can turn into a mind’s eye documentary of what happened there – a son died, and the parents’ grief turned them to alcohol, which they haven’t recovered from in decades. Viewing a new rental property comes with a detailed report of the previous tenant’s history; divorce, disease, and depression linger in a space like muck that resists the most potent cleaning agents. Holding someone’s car keys or wallet can show future events such as a friend’s unexpected pregnancy or someone’s drug overdose of a controlled substance mixed with hard liquor.

Shopping in a crowded mall is off-limits for me due to the overkill of information. After a Black Friday trip to buy a Macy’s cashmere sweater for my mother, I went to bed at seven p.m. with earplugs and a pillow over my head. The emotions emanating from people’s bodies were overwhelming, and I was exhausted.
Then again, perceiving the unspoken communication coming off a person’s energetic field has its perks. I once passed on a call-back for an acting audition because the producer had a predatory vibe that gave me a chill. He was later convicted of killing his lead actress and dumping her mangled body in the Santa Monica mountains.
If I were still dating, I would ask to hold my date’s car keys before boarding his vehicle and his life. Keys will tell secrets the candidate is withholding. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the confidence to do so when I was dating, but it would have saved me a heck of a lot of trouble.

Sharing these stories feels like stepping onto a stage in front of a large auditorium while utterly naked. They are recollections of real events and told according to my best ability to remember.
“Seeing things” is only popular in the plotline of a Halloween movie, but rarely in real life. The mind doesn’t go to, “No problem, it’s a psychic.” The mind goes to, “Weird!”
If you admit to “seeing things”, you might embarrass your family as if you had publicly announced your boyfriend/girlfriend was a sheep. You might receive more business cards of caring psychiatrists than traffic tickets for parking violations.
More than one boyfriend ran for the hills, the desert, or into the safe arms of another woman. When the events I “saw” and told of came true, such as a fire that endangered the lives of two children, one boyfriend granted me a certain amount of notoriety as “the witch” with a large number of women that came after me.
I’m not a witch. I’m a personal fitness trainer. I write, but it doesn’t get much worse than that.

The paranormal is my normal. Why it happens, I’m not sure. I’ll tell you how I came to accept that it happens. It wasn’t easy to admit to because there is a fine line between intuitive knowing and deliberate self-delusion.


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Vivi Stutz is a fiction and non-fiction writer.

In fiction, she writes paranormal romance and magical realism; romance, and romantic comedy. Her non-fiction spans from spiritual psychology, paranormal memoir, and self-help to fitness and mental/emotional wellness.

She is a Certified Personal Trainer and Orthopedic Exercise Specialist by the American Council on Exercise, and a Certified Personal Trainer and Advanced Personal Trainer by the International Fitness Professionals Association. She is a pre-licensed Marriage and Family Therapist with a Master’s of Arts in Psychology and a Master’s of Arts in Spiritual Psychology.

Originally from Germany and now a dual citizen, she attempts to have one foot on each continent while maintaining a home with her husband and various rescue animals in Southern California.

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Supernatural Fantasy Feature: The Halloween Chamber: Revenge of the Corvids by Mr Richard E Harding

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Supernatural Fantasy


1953 – The abbot of Grimsfell abbey employs a professor of psychiatry to investigate the cause of an evil transformation of some of his monks, who appear to have become possessed by demons. He reveals a twisted, tangled underworld of Satanic revenge from the distant past by three former monk brothers and their witch sister who escaped capture for their crimes centuries before by becoming immortal corvids – three ravens and a crow. At noon each October 31st, deep beneath the abbey mausoleum in the secret Halloween Chamber, they temporarily regain human form and summon the Demon of Revenge to evoke a miasma of insidious evil influence into the underground river tunnel that runs beneath the abbey grounds. A bizarre discovery links the abbey to World War II Nazi Germany.

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