BLAST, BLITZ, PROMOS, REVEALS, & TOURS . . . : Paranormal Suspense

Thursday, October 7, 2021

HAUNTED HALLOWEEN - PARANORMAL SUSPENSE - TRANQUIL HEIGHTS by Megan Speece

Halloween Flash Fiction by Megan Speece

Charles Benson lived alone in a stately old manor on the outskirts of town. Alone was how he preferred to be. He’d spent time living with roommates in college, and he’d shared hotel rooms and cramped bus spaces with his fellow musicians of a traveling orchestra.

As far as Charles was concerned, he’d paid his dues, and now he deserved the quiet and solitude of this old place. He made his way to the ballroom, yes, a ballroom. It was part of what had attracted Charles to the property.

The house was a bit run down, it had sat empty for nearly a decade before he’d come along with his life’s savings. He was still working on replacing fixtures, repairing cracked walls, and painting peeling crown molding.

All of that was worth the ballroom, with its beautiful wooden floors, ornate rococo inspired trim, and many floor to ceiling windows that filled the room with natural light. The room was dark as he walked into it, stars winking in at him from the grounds outside. He hit the light switch, and took in the majesty of the blue and gold paint, the floors now gleaming after a clean and wax.

His gaze landed on the black lacquered grand piano in the center of the room. When he’d toured the house, this had been the image in his mind. His beautiful piano at home in the center of a room as grand as it. The acoustics in this room were made for live music, and he hummed happily to himself as the fingers of one hand slid along the top of the piano in a loving caress.

He set a small tumbler containing his whiskey, neat, on a coaster atop the piano as he took his place on the bench. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes, his fingers settling gently on the keys. And then Charles Benson began to play.

He lost himself to the music and the way it filled the large space and bounced back at him, each note the gentle caress of a lover as it passed him by on its way to a silent death. He sat like that, eyes closed, playing a complicated classical piece for ten minutes.

He opened his eyes as the last note wavered, clinging to the air, begging to stay in existence. He let out a small sigh, content and ready to retire for the evening, but as he reached for his glass, someone clapped.

Tranquil Heights

Book One

by Megan Speece

Date of Publication: October 15th 2021

Publisher: Megan Speece

Cover Artist: Megan Speece

Genre: Paranormal Suspense

Date of Publication: October 15th 2021

ISBN: 978-1-7374715-0-9

ASIN: B09B8WZDW1

Number of pages: 228

Word Count: 42,767

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Katie Edgecomb is questioning everything she thought she knew.

She thought the family curse was fake, just a scary story her mom told her to keep her from misbehaving. The first-born daughters in each of the last three generations lost their lives on their twenty-fifth birthdays, a series of tragic accidents sending shock waves of grief through multiple generations.

It isn't until Katie is faced with the real-time impacts of the curse that she starts to believe it may be more than a story and she sets out to discover the origins of the family's fabled curse. Her only clue lies in an exclusive girls' preparatory academy in Washington that was once an asylum. There, she must face heart-break, ugly truths, and events so terrifying that they threaten to sever her very ties to reality.

She has no choice.

Katie is pregnant, and she won't let her child become another life claimed by the curse.

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Monday, September 9, 2019

BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT - PARANORMAL SUSPENSE - THE LONG NIGHT: BLOOD WILL BE SERVED (Fortier, #2) by M.G. Darwish

The Long Night: Blood Will Be Served

(Fortier, #2)

by M.G. Darwish

Publication date: September 9th 2019

Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Suspense

The Vampire Alfred, is known as the Fortier. Vicious, renowned and feared.

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Alfred Zeidan is proclaimed Fortier, the Strongest amongst the vampires. After ending a century old feud between the two most prominent vampire houses, he sets out to rid his race of a shadow that has long haunted them.

The Elders have been the deciding factor in the fall of so many civilizations that date back to Carthage and the Romans. So many have fallen to them, but now Alfred as the Strongest takes on this challenge.

No one has ever considered a world without the Elders running it, would it spread chaos in the Underground? Or will it shift the balance of the supernatural completely? One thing is for certain: Alfred intends to see this through. Will he succeed? Or will succumb as those before him?

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EXCERPT:

As I ventured outside, the police scanner burst into life. “All units, move into Sixth Street, a murder has been reported.” Just another murder I suppose, but Sixth Street is just around the corner, worth having a look at the very least.
It wasn’t long before I reached Sixth Street to find police cars everywhere. They all had guns loaded and aimed at the door. So much force to deal with just one killer if you ask me. I hung back far away, but still close enough to eavesdrop on their conversations.
“Did you see what happened?” one of the cops was asking his friend.
“Is it the same killer?”
“I believe so, I’ve never seen someone jump that high! You saw that, right?”
The cops were sweating. It could be the beast; it could be that these two were morons. Silence loomed for but a moment before a loud cry came from inside. A woman was screaming.
This was my cue. I dashed through them so fast they must have thought it was the wind. They were startled. “What the hell!” one of them shouted.
“Stay there,” I shouted as I barged inside. It is said that certain animals can smell fear because the body releases a substance that would normally be undetectable by humans. Well, us vampires can smell that too. I can almost hear the ‘so you are an animal, is what you’re saying?’ joke, and yes, in some aspect we are.
I paused only when I got to the living room. The woman was literally in the claws of another person…or a vampire anyway. He was much taller than her, and I could smell the cheap cologne on him. “What are you doing!?” I asked him.
“You, you’re a vampire like me,” he said in that strange French accent. Disgusting being. There are rules in our society for this, we do not engage humans in their world. “Come, friend, join me and have a drink,” he invited as he tilted her neck and exposed a portion of her veins that seemed so rich with blood.
“I don’t partake,” I said to him as I squinted my eyes a little. “There are rules, you imbecile.”
“Fuck the rules,” he said as he began to move her left and right. “The Beast is on the loose, so all these humans are fair game, it’s like open season on them!” I could honestly understand the feelings of being trapped in a cage underground. We are far superior to humans, yet it is us who are forced to live in hiding.
But something about him irritated me to the point where I think my blood was boiling. The blatant disregard for authority. He was the embodiment of everything my father hates, well if he were still alive anyway.
I pushed forward, and in the blink of an eye I had the vampire by the throat. He struggled to breathe, and let the woman go. “It’s open season, only when I say so.”
“Fortier! My goodness, it is really you!” he began to say as he struggled to free himself from my grip. I could see the fight fade away as he began to realize just who was standing before him. I let him go, and he squealed on all fours gasping for air.
Then his gasps calmed down and he began to laugh hysterically. What a sight to behold. I didn’t understand much of his reaction to tell you the truth, but I had another concern right now. The woman kept staring at me for a cold minute, and when my eyes shifted towards her, she began to tear up. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
I was inclined to believe her, but that really was a risk I couldn’t take. This is about more than one human, more than one vampire.
“I believe you,” I said before I snapped her neck. Bodies don’t tell stories.
That lunatic began laughing more and more. He was really getting on my nerves now. “You realize you are going to die, don’t you?” I said to him, but that didn’t startle him in the least sense. It felt more like he was expecting it . . . no, accepting it.
“This world is doomed. You against the Beast… oh he knows about you, Fortier. In fact, he’s counting on you finding him,” the heathen said as he plucked up enough nerve to try to stand on his knees.
“I’m afraid you won’t live long enough to see that,” I said as I tilted my head a little. I took a few steps closer to him. The closer I got, the steadier his beats grew. Something was unnerving him, he appeared unfazed but deep within the charade I knew he feared death as much as anyone.
“Kill me, Fortier, I won’t tell you anything,” he said in that weird accent of his, but that was the least of my worries. His breath smelled of aged garlic, how biblical. I stared him in the eye. I don’t know how I resisted that awful smell, but I lunged my hand and pierced through his chest. His beating heart laid fresh in my palm.
“You don’t have to,” I replied.

Author Info
M.G. Darwish is an award nominated author who writes dark, twisted and action-packed fiction. He tries his best not to base his characters on anyone he knows in real life to avoid that extra weird conversation about how they were brutalized and killed in the book. Oh and he’s terrified of a penguin uprising more than ghosts and demons.