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Friday, April 19, 2019

Excerpt: Staking Cinderella by Kate Morgan + giveaway

Welcome to my stop on the Staking Cinderella blog tour! Today I have an exclusive excerpt for you, and a chance to win one of two digital copies of this very vampy book!

Staking Cinderella
by Kate Morgan
April 18th, 2019

Genre: Horror/ Vampire Romance
Gavin’s got a serious problem. A “praise Jee-sus” rich bitch caught him fanging—and banging—his Halloween date. Now she’s playing Holy Vampire Killer, and it’s ticking him off.

Since then, Gavin’s found someone better to occupy his mind and heart. Isolde—in bed, on the couch, in the shower. She has a thing for Disney princesses, but he’s willing to overlook it. Women like her only come around once or twice in five hundred years. He knows.

Then the Jesus-freak kidnaps Isolde to bait a deathtrap for Gavin. Abandoning Isolde is unthinkable, but rescuing her could mean death for both of them.

*Author describes this as a “steamy vampire mystery/ horror” Sounds good to me!



EXCERPT
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A quintessential cowboy parked his truck in the packed community college main lot. The complete Scooby-Doo Gang walked past on his left, the Bob’s Burgers cast on his right. He knew he should’ve eaten before coming to this Halloween party. Never go grocery shopping hungry. He was old enough to know better. A sexy nun and a sexier nurse followed the Scooby Gang. So much exposed neck. He closed his eyes and marshaled his forces. Half an hour to accomplish his objective and he could escape home and feed. Gavin Donne, historian, costume designer and drama instructor, exited and locked his truck. At the gym entrance he took a deep breath of night air and choked on cigarette smoke. “Fancy-boy actor’s lungs can’t take it.” Male laughter. “Don’t be an ass, Cal.” A pudgy girl patted Gavin’s back. “You okay, Mr. Donne?” Gavin spat into the barberry bushes lining the sidewalk. “Yes, thank you, Stella. I see your brother is still trying to prove his manhood."

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Baker of brownies and tormenter of characters, Kate Morgan celebrates the day she jumped the wall with as much enthusiasm as her birthday. She grew up watching Hammer horror films and Scooby-Doo mysteries, which explains a whole lot. When she takes a break from inspiring nightmares, she writes ex-nun PI mysteries under her real name, Alice Loweecey. In her spare time she can be found growing vegetables in her garden and water lilies in her koi pond.


Mini Tour Schedule
April 15th
Reads & Reels (Excerpt) https://readsandreels.com/
Jessica Rachow (Review) http://jessicarachow.wordpress.com
Reading Nook (Excerpt) http://readingnook84.wordpress.com
April 16th
B is for Book Review (Excerpt) https://bforbookreview.wordpress.com
Dash Fan Book Reviews (Review) https://dashfan81.blogspot.com/
Little Tinklabee (Review) https://littletinkablee.com
April 17th
I Love Books and Stuff Blog (Excerpt) https://ilovebooksandstuffblog.wordpress.com
April 18th

Breakeven Books (Excerpt) https://breakevenbooks.com
April 19th
I Smell Sheep (Excerpt) http://www.ismellsheep.com

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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Excerpt Spotlight: Demons for Tea by Kate Morgan + giveaway


Demons for Tea
by Kate Morgan
Sept. 10, 2018
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Publisher: Omnium Gatherum Books
ISBN: 9781949054019;
ISBN: 1949054012
Number of pages: 285
Word Count: 80,000
Cover Artist: Kate Jonez
Kicking ass and eating ramen: An exorcist’s life ain’t like the movies.

Ex-priest Denis Kaine's surviving on ramen and kicking otherworldly creatures off this planet. It's all noise to fill his chasm of hate and guilt inside from letting his twin brother blow his brains out because he’d been possessed. Denis should’ve known. He should’ve seen. He should’ve… everything.

His survival techniques are no match for Emma Koroleva, the 1200-year-old entity he freed from imprisonment in Rome. She's powerful, she's got major attitude, and she hates ramen.

She changes into various poltergeists and forces Denis to "exorcise" her. Denis gets paid, they eat real food, and she toys with seducing him. Denis starts to think he's living in the sitcom from hell until he learns his dead brother's become the plaything of something big, strong, and evil. Screw sitcoms. Denis is about to prove why his rep is legendary in the spirit world.


Excerpt:
Someone knocked at the door.

On a Sunday afternoon? If it was a Girl Scout, she’d be disappointed. My entire liquid income consisted of the twelve dollars and three quarters in my wallet. I pulled off the Roman collar, so she wouldn’t get a bad impression of priests in general and unbolted the door.

It crashed open with a blue-green-flowery gust of wind. I spun around and slammed it shut. My messenger bag stood ready within arm’s reach on the kitchen table. All I had to do—

“It is ridiculously cold outside. Where is your fireplace?”

A black-haired woman as tall as—no, taller than me by an inch or two—strode into my living room and back again.

“Bah. Are you a herder of reindeer that you can stomach this cold without a fire? I am not. I require heat and coffee and food.”

Her flowered dress looked more suited to August than late March. Her windblown hair reached below her waist, the fluorescent light striking midnight-blue highlights from it. The colors of her energy reminded me of something, but I couldn’t place it.

“Look, whoever you are, I didn’t invite you here.” I opened the door, which put me even nearer to my messenger bag. “Out.”

She laughed.

One beat: I flipped open the front of the messenger bag. Two beats: I snatched the squeeze bottle I kept holy water in. On the third beat I popped the nozzle and squirted the perpendicular strokes of a cross at her.

“Merda.” She shivered and vanished.

Whatever she was, she moved faster than most entities. As I repacked the holy water, it hit me that she’d said “shit” in Italian not like she was angry. More like she was annoyed because I’d gotten her dress wet.


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Baker of brownies and tormenter of characters, Kate Morgan celebrates the the day she jumped the wall with as much enthusiasm as her birthday. She grew up watching Hammer horror films and Scooby-Doo mysteries, which explains a whole lot.

When she takes a break from inspiring nightmares, she writes ex-nun PI mysteries under her real name, Alice Loweecey. In her spare time she can be found growing vegetables in her garden and water lilies in her koi pond.




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