The Well Collector…releasing Friday!

Yes, you read that right!

‘The Well Collector’, a short thriller, will be available THIS Friday (April 5th) on Amazon!

 

“Time was speeding up, moving faster every day. He had to have another one. Now…”

Love, lies, loss and murder. Not everything is what it seems in this short psychological thriller that takes readers on a journey through the darkest depths of one twisted soul. Everyone has that special collection – what does the Well Collector keep hidden away? And what happens when the collection is finally complete?

 

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Meet Elle J. Rossi’s ‘Keller O’Leary’ from Crimson Beat!

Moon Rose Publishing has just released their newest book, A CELTIC TAPESTRY!

 

An anthology between eight authors, each one has taken their own twist on one of the Celtic festivals of the year. From sunny spring to chilly winter, everyone’s favourite season is given a fresh and enticing take in this wonderful collection. To celebrate, Moon Rose Publishing is also hosting a fabulous giveaway as part of the release!

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The wheel of the year turns, bringing the joy of spring, the warmth of summer, the richness of autumn, and the merriment of winter. But eight Celtic festivals link these seasons together, bringing with them romance, lust, danger, and even magic. From a city under threat from night-time creatures at Ostara, to a selkie caught by the light of the Lughnasadh moon, to a writer caught in the flames of a fiery goddess at Imbolc. Eight authors have come together to give their own twist on these festivals, weaving each story with a blend of myth, magic, and contemporary telling…to create A Celtic Tapestry.

Excerpt from Crimson Beat by Elle J Rossi

Somebody is going to die tonight.

“Oh, lucky me. It’s Josie. I see you’ve joined the living.”

I stop and squint into the dark interior of Wolfie’s, where I tend bar five nights a week and sometimes on Sunday. Annoyance wraps its prickly arms around me, instantly changing my mood from thoughtful to combative. Perhaps the cocky bartender has a death wish. So what if I’m a little late tonight and didn’t show up for work last night? I don’t have to explain my reasons or whereabouts to this knob. At least I’m here now. Sore, but here. As for the living part, I can’t really claim to be completely alive—not in the human sense of the word—but no chance will I be sharing that bit of juice with the tool behind the bar. The less he knows the better. Same goes for most of the general population.

Ignorance is bliss. Especially this time of year. Ostara—the Spring Equinox—is one of only two times a year when light equals dark. When the secluded lore creatures come out of hiding to wreak havoc on the innocent. When daywalkers and nightwalkers co-exist for a full twenty-four hours. A recipe for disaster, also known as: My Busiest Season.

Even now, I’m scanning the crowd, alert and ready to protect. Humans are so unassuming, so blasé when it comes to their safety. In their defense, they don’t know what lurks around the dark corners at night. I do, and it isn’t pretty.

I’m Josie Hawk.

I’m a killer. Literally. Technically I’m classified as a Huntress (even though I’m only a half-breed), but the ultimate outcome of any given hunt is death. Be it by hand or weapon—I prefer blades with blinged-out handles. It isn’t easy, but it’s who I am. My father taught me how to hunt and how to live. My mother, God rest her soul, taught me how to love fiercely. But then she died and took most of that love with her. The fierce part I kept though. I hold it close, like a baby clutches a blanket, security in the purest sense. If I’m fierce, I’m alive. If I’m alive, I can hunt. And if I can hunt, I can protect the people of my city.

To most, I’m just another bartender in another bar. Friendly enough, even if a little off with my over the top opinions and fashion choices. I don’t mind being off. I suppose some killers might prefer to blend, become part of the scenery. Not me. I prefer to be the brightest flower in the bunch. The red rose stashed in a white bouquet. The lone neon sign on the dark street.

As I sashay by in my zombie stompers and ripped fishnets, I try hard not to limp from my recently injured ankle, because let’s face it, limping totally ruins the whole sashay effect.

But I can’t be that flashy all the time. Not when I’m hunting. The time between last call and dawn, I become part of the shadows, part of the night. I spend so many hours there, it’s no wonder I prefer the spotlight in my off time.

*‘Copyright of Elle J Rossi*

Author Bio

 

Elle J Rossi grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animals than she could count. But the sights and sounds of the world beckoned, so she left her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a full time singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in a hundred different places.

After meeting the love of her life and settling down, she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of the happily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her own characters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on the very first page sealed her fate. She’d found a new love. She’d found her escape.

Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she’s creating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it. For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and sings karaoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and two cats that rules the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn’t get lost in the enchanted forest.  She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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And now for the giveaway! Well, what IS the free stuff? Moon Rose Publishing, as part of the A CELTIC TAPESTRY tour, is giving away a ton of good stuff. You could win a print copy of A CELTIC TAPESTRY, a sticker pack, bookmarks, a beautiful necklace and jewelled bookmark from Tara S Wood, or an e-book of the anthology!

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Interview with Elle J. Rossi’s Keller O’Leary, from Crimson Beat

 

Thanks for being here today, Keller. Sit back and relax and please do your best to keep your fangs to yourself…I have somewhere to be later and getting blood on my nice white top just won’t be acceptable. I do hope you understand.

It’s a pleasure to be here, Trish. Rest assured, I’m well fed these days.

It might bring up some tough feelings, but how did you become a vampire – who turned you?

Aye, uttering his name has the potential to summon him. Trust me, love, you don’t want him here. You’d never make it to your evening engagement.  What I can tell you is that my turning was intentional. Part of a bigger plan. I donnae know how many he’s sired over the years, but I know the time nears when he will call us to his side. We’re bound to go. It is a time I’m not looking forward to.

Exactly how old are you, Keller?

My human birth year was 1892. I was turned in 1919 at the onset of the Irish civil war. Let’s see. That makes me a mere 121 years old, which is fairly young for an immortal.

What is the biggest secret you hold close to your heart?

I cannae bear to lose Josie. She is my heart. She holds my soul. The time will come when we will both have to make a choice. I fear her answer will not be the same as mine.

Can you tell me the story about how you met the lovely Josie Hawk?

I have my sister to thank for that. Sage has a fondness for country music. Nashville is the perfect fit for her. She introduced me to Josie right after Josie stomped me with her combat boot and tried to stake me to the ground. Josie is fierce. Shall we say her blood sang to me? She didn’t quite see it that way. Still doesn’t, I’m sure. But I’m infectious. And persistent.

Where do you see your relationship with Josie going? You seem fated to be together, but life does happen…

Aye, we are fated. Deliciously so. Getting Josie to realize that is a daily struggle. One I enjoy, I might add. There are several ways to remind her that we’re better together than apart. My intention is to spend eternity with her. You say life happens. I’m more concerned with death. Hers. Perhaps we should change the subject.

So, you play in a band. What’s your favorite song to do?

We can blame Josie and Sage for this answer: Kerosene by Miranda Lambert. Mad drums in that tune.

Do you have any tattoos?

Actually, I don’t have any. I’m a little old fashioned in that way.

If you were offered a cure for vampirism, would you take it?

That would depend entirely on Josie and what the future holds for us. I will not stand idle and watch her grow old while I remain unchanged. I cannae do that. I won’t.

Is sex any different as a vampire?

Aye. Very. Sex is exquisite. Every sound is amplified. Every whisper of a touch becomes utter eroticism. The taste…  The bite… It’s a bonding of souls when there is love between the partners. You become one and many and nothing and everything. Aye, very different.

If you had one wish to make, what would you wish for?

I wish to spend eternity with the only woman I have ever loved.

Lucius; The Fallen Rises!

Welcome to the release tour of Lucius; The Fallen!

The first in a hotly-anticipated series, it follows the leader of a band of hard-living, hard-drinking angels after their fall to earth. The series will span six books, each one more enticing than the last! Keep reading to find out more, and check out our giveaway at the end……AND a special surprise if you’ve ever wanted to ask the authors a question!

“Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.”

Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill- fated decision cast them out of Heaven.

Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.

 

 

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Lucius, once revered at the side of God, fell to Earth with his brothers to pay penance and atone for his lapse in leadership. Wingless and forsaken, they have all paid a price for their complicity. Lucius’ hubris is now a curse, and he cannot rest until they carry out the last of The Almighty’s orders…and stop a war that has been millennia in the making.

Persephone Roberts is always in the right place at the right time, the serendipity allowing her to help people on her travels. When it leads her to cross paths with the band of hard-living fallen angels, she sets her sights on their leader, and is determined to restore Lucius’ faith in their quest. And in himself.

But the ancient evil the angels strive to fight has put Persephone in its crosshairs. It will be up to Lucius and his brothers to save her and destroy the minions of the dark. Can the amber-eyed beauty with her accepting heart heal wounds that cut soul deep, and force him to reclaim a glory he once tossed aside? Is he strong enough to realize the path back to Heaven begins with her, or will he be forever…fallen?

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The subtle whoosh of air from the doorway ahead made all five angels turn as one.

“Is there another one?” Lucius muttered. Turning to Domniel, he said, “Can you smell another one?”

Domniel lifted his head and walked toward the doorway. “Hard to tell. That smell’s everywhere. I’ll follow it and see what I find.”

“Good. Elijah, go with him,” Lucius said as he bent toward the pool of goo to begin purifying the remains. From the corner of his eye, Lucius watched Elijah nod and jog off to catch up with Domniel.

Task finished, he placed the vial of holy water in his pocket, and called after the blind angel. “Dom?”

“Yeah, man, out here.”

He motioned to Jude and Mordecai, and they ran across the street to another parking lot. He paused as he realized Domniel and Elijah weren’t alone.

A woman stared at them from across the lot. She looked calm. A dark halo of thick curls was pulled back tight, emphasizing an oval face and high cheekbones. The assassin-chic ensemble she sported could not detract from the feminine perfection she represented.

She laid smoldering eyes on them and growled, her voice smoky and rich, “Figures I would find pigeons here. It is the gutter, after all.”

Domniel’s head tilted and Lucius knew he was trying to locate her. He caught a whiff of sand and something exotic and ancient. He knew the blind angel had found her when he turned, putting his shades on her.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Domniel snarled.

She laughed, the sultry sound designed to stir men’s loins. “A higher plane of existence, you useless bird.”

His dark sunglasses looked her up and down. “No shit, you a Jersey girl? That explains a lot.”

She glared at him before bringing her arm forward to reveal a flaming scimitar. “You pigeons always have to crap on somebody else’s sidewalk, don’t you?”

Lucius stepped forward and laid a hand on Domniel’s shoulder, urging him to stand down. Apprehension collided with recognition like a shot to his gut, and he gave the deposed goddess a slow, tight smile, hoping that this encounter would leave them with all their limbs.

“Hello, Khemrhy.”

“Do you have any idea what you just screwed up?” Khemrhy laid the scimitar across her back, the fire dying and sword disappearing before she leaned against an old Chevy pickup, one foot planted squarely on the front bumper.

Before anyone could slap a hand over his mouth, Domniel spouted, “Could it be your hot date for this century?”

Khemrhy smiled and stood back up. “No, you fool. You messed with my hunt. He was leading me back to something important. Not that you could ever understand that.”

Always cautious in his dealings with Khemrhy, Lucius put a hand over Domniel’s mouth and said, “We think there’s a second one. Did you see anything?”

“Of course. The other one went that way,” she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the alley behind her. Something about it seemed too simple, but a gust of wind brought the stench of brimstone strong enough that they could all smell it.

As Lucius, Jude, and Mordecai began to head past Khemrhy, they instinctively gave her a wide berth. From behind them, Domniel said, “I’ll stay here and keep an eye on her. I still don’t trust the bitch.”

“Little hard to keep an eye on someone when you’re blind, pigeon,” she quipped. “Maybe you should get a dog.”

Lucius heard Domniel mouthing off in the distance and rolled his eyes, hoping she didn’t remove any limbs. This time.

“A dog, huh? You’ll do. Let me see if I can find a leash and a muzzle,” Domniel snapped back. “Though you might be a little front end heavy to be running around on hands and knees, fetching shit for me.”

As the wind picked up, Lucius could see Domniel’s head swivel as he struggled to locate Khemrhy’s dissipating scent. Elijah signed to him in a panic, the fluttering of his fingers reaching through to the blind angel.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! I lost her! Where is she? I don’t speak finger-fuck!”

Lucius whirled in a circle, hoping that even he could get a quick scent to target the goddess.

Ten feet in front of his sightless brother, Khemrhy growled, “I’ve got a front end for you.” And then the truck came crashing down on Domniel.

From his viewpoint behind Domniel, Lucius watched as Khemrhy planted her boot on the truck’s bumper and pushed down hard to lever it upward. When she started pushing down with her foot, Elijah began frantically signing the word, “Chevy” to no avail. As the truck stood on end, she reached down, grabbed the bumper, and swung the entire vehicle over her head.

The pickup came down in a barrage of creaking steel, slamming Domniel hard into the pavement. He gave a loud, anguished grunt as Elijah ran to his side. Twisted metal groaned as Elijah tried to maneuver chunks of the vehicle up off him.

“Get…off me… fucking bitch!” he gurgled. Khemrhy laughed as she made her way to a Triumph motorbike parked beneath one of the street lights.

Lucius and Jude ran to assist. “What the fuck happened? Dom?”

“Chevy half-ton pickup,” Elijah signed to Lucius.

Lucius winced, reaching for parts of the vehicle. “Ouch.”

The sound of the Triumph’s throttle rumbling got their attention and they turned. Khemrhy smiled back, flipping them her middle finger before roaring off down the street.

Domniel lay on his back, his chest caved in, laboring for enough breath to groan.

Lucius shook his head. “You know better than to piss her off. She could’ve killed you, dumbass.”

Domniel wheezed, turned his head and spat out two bloody teeth. “Get ‘Magic Fingers’ over here – good to go.”

Elijah tapped Lucius on the shoulder and gestured to Domniel.

“Yeah,” Lucius nodded. “Do your thing. And get him to walk. I’m not fucking carrying his wiseass back.”

They came forward and closed ranks, making a circle around him. Elijah knelt down next to the blind angel, stretched out his hands and cracked his knuckles.

“Just fucking get to it, mute. My balls are wedged up in my ribcage.” Domniel’s eyes fluttered closed in between gasps.

Jude snorted. “Why can’t you be the mute?”

Lucius held a hand up, silencing them.

Elijah rubbed his hands together and closed his eyes. The silent angel’s hands trembled for a moment and then glowed with a soft, white light. He placed both of them, palms down, on what was left of Domniel’s chest and took a deep breath.

Domniel lit up, his chest echoing the glow from Elijah’s hands, and he let out a deep, relaxing sigh. “Fuck, yeah. I bet the chicks love that shit.”

“Shut up,” Lucius warned.

Domniel sighed again and gave into the healing.

 

 

Author Bios

 

 

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Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.

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Lorecia is a native Houstonian who did not escape in her adulthood. So she camps out in NW Houston concocting her own special variety of chaos but rarely finishes it without the continual prodding of best friend Tara. She loves to laugh, bead, write, eat and hug kitties. She also loves to have fun and can usually be found on any given Friday night off chatting her head off at Denny’s with her bestie.

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LIVE Question-and-Answer session with the authors!

And now for the giveaway—and that special surprise! As part of the tour, the author will be answering your questions about Lucius and writing LIVE on April 29th, via Google+ Hangouts! To take part, all you need to do is go to the event page here and post the question that you would like to be answered. The best ones will be chosen, and as many as possible answered within a 30 minute session. The address to watch and take part in the Hangout will be posted a week before, and you must follow Moon Rose Publishing on Google+ Have fun!

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You can pick the book up from these places!

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Don’t forget to get your questions in for the 29th April! 🙂