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Wednesday, August 27, 2025
COVER REVEAL - YA SUPRENATUAL ROM-COM - YOU'RE DEAD TO ME, REED WALKER by Gwenyth Reitz
Monday, May 12, 2025
BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT - DARK YA FANTASY - THE BOY UPON DEATH: Reaper's Last Call by J. Robert Adams

BLURB
My existence was as cold as my birth. I was born with both knowledge and will—an inevitability for my kind. Drawn to the final moments of mortal life, we came into being. Some of us became Reapers, tasked solely with ferrying souls to their afterlife. Others craved the power of souls, calling themselves gods of Death—Shinigami. They believed that devouring or absorbing souls granted them greater might, but found that power only deepened their coldness and emptiness. Those gods of Death became husks, bored of their own immortality yet too frightened to end themselves. But being a Reaper can yield the same chill. Though I know the souls would be lost without our guidance, my own existence seems bound to a perpetual winter, drawn to the final beat of each mortal life.
EXCERPT
Prologue: The Cold Existence
My existence is as cold as my birth. I was born with both knowledge and will—an inevitability for my kind. Drawn to the final moments of mortal life, we come into being. Some of us become Reapers, tasked solely with ferrying souls to their afterlife. Others crave the power of souls, calling themselves Gods of Death. They believe that devouring or absorbing souls grants them greater might, but such power only deepens their coldness and emptiness. The Veil—the great boundary between life and the afterlife—exists as the ultimate destination for souls. It does not judge or choose; it simply awaits those ready to cross. Souls unwilling to pass linger in the mortal world, their tether to the Veil slowly degrading. Once that connection is broken, they descend into madness, becoming fragmented and unstable, unable to find peace. For Reapers, our role is clear: guide the souls before they are lost. Yet even for us, there are choices. We are born as extensions of the Veil, tethered to it as both our origin and our end. At any time, a Reaper may choose to return to the Veil, to be reabsorbed into its vastness and find peace. But there is a second path—one far more dangerous and final. A Reaper may sever their tether to the Veil, abandoning their purpose and embracing free will. These fallen ones become what we call Gods of Death. Free from the Veil’s guidance, they face a choice: help lost souls or exploit them for power. Many succumb to the hunger, consuming souls to strengthen themselves. These beings often destroy themselves, transforming into husks—twisted, empty shells driven mad by their own excesses. I have not chosen to rejoin the Veil, though the option tempts me in moments of despair. And I have not severed my tether, though I sometimes wonder what lies beyond that severance. Instead, I remain a Reaper. But the cold emptiness of my existence grows heavier with each passing year. I guide souls to the Veil, knowing that my own tether will never allow me rest. The souls need us, but who guides the Reapers? Who saves us from the weight of eternity? Perhaps the answer lies in the unknown. In the countless eons of existence, I have never questioned my role—until now. The faint stirrings of doubt creep into my thoughts, like cracks forming in the ice. The time will come when I must choose: to remain a servant of the Veil, to seek peace within it, or to become something greater—or perhaps something worse. This is the story of how I began to question eternity. Of how I—a guide to the lost—found myself on a path to becoming something entirely new.
Author Bio:
J. Robert Adams has been building worlds in his imagination for as long as he can remember. What began as a childhood escape quickly grew into a lifelong passion for storytelling. By middle school, he was already scribbling down tales of heroes, haunted places, and fantastical realms—stories that refused to stay quiet.
Today, Adams continues that journey with The Boy Upon Death, a dark fantasy exploring the tension between duty and identity, power and purpose. His work blends introspective character arcs with immersive worldbuilding, often walking the line between light and shadow.
He writes not only to entertain, but to ask the quiet questions—about who we are, what we fear, and what we choose to fight for. Whether you're here for the eerie mystery or the emotional depth, his stories aim to stay with you long after the final page.
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Wednesday, March 17, 2021
SPOTLIGHT - YA SUPERNATURAL THRILLER - A SEASON OF ANGELS SERIES by Christopher Stanfield



Wednesday, December 2, 2020
BOOK BLITZ - YA HOLIDAY ANTHOLOGY - LINK BY LINK : An Anthology of Haunted Holidays
“‘I wear the chain I forged in life,’ replied the Ghost. ‘I made it link by link…’”-Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
Link by Link is a collection of 9 stories of ghosts, spirits, and creatures unnamed, all come to teach lessons we won’t soon forget. From sweet Christmas tales to terrifying holiday hauntings, these stories take a dive into the past in the hopes of creating a better—or at least different—future.
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Monday, May 4, 2020
BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT - YA SUPERNATURAL FANTASY - WARRIOR SAINTS - CREATOR (Stonehaven Academy Saints, #1) by Carla Thorne

Stonehaven Academy Saints, #1
“Hello. My name is Mary Antonia Hunter, and I picked up the snake.”
BLURB
Strange days have come to the halls of Stonehaven Academy.
From brutal fights in the supernatural realm with a demon-like presence, to battling obstacles in the halls at school, Mary knows she’s different.
She just doesn’t understand why.
Then it gets even weirder.
As her supernatural battles increase, she is drawn into friendships with others who seem to be as confused about their bizarre abilities and encounters as she is.
Now that Mary, Deacon, Scout, and Ivy have found each other, what is their purpose and why? And who gifted these newly-named Warriors, and how do they manage their powers and maneuver the confusing maze of school, family, romance—and the occasional demonic force?
Or so I thought.
Was it me? No. In my haze of half-sleep, I felt my cat, Paisley, sleeping beside me and breathing with a slight vibration in her chest.
But then I was falling, and fighting as I fell.
Darkness swirled around me and sucked the very breath from my lungs. With no air, I couldn’t scream, though I used all my energy to try. Help might come if they could hear me.
But who would come?
No one knew how I fought in my dream-sleep-half-awake state. How I left my body to fight on a supernatural plane where rules of gravity didn’t exist—until I was spiraling to my death.
Or suffocating.
Or clawing my way to the surface to breathe.
The darkness crushed my chest and pushed harder still. I scratched where I thought its face would be and peeled its skin until the metallic scent of human blood filled my nostrils. But the thing that smothered me wasn’t human, was it?
Logic managed to enter my thoughts, though breaths were hard to come by and oxygen was slow to reach my brain.
I wondered how someone got into my room, through the alarm, without detection. If it were a large human, why not finish me off?
But there was not a real human form. It was more of a presence, a blob, a changing force that covered my nose and mouth when it wanted …
But I fought.
I reached the supernatural space between my bed and the atmosphere, because if I’d learned anything through all those battles, it’s that there was no true in-between. I was either anchored and stable on the ground, in my earthly bed, and on my earthly feet—or I was not.
And when I was not, I was fighting for my life.
The other side is merely a door we walk through. The supernatural forces of evil exist just past the ends of our noses, across that invisible threshold, waiting…
I knew as much because that dark force fought with me to drag me into some deep space or pull me to an epic, Biblical-like hell and take my life.
I kicked. I flailed. I pushed imaginary hands from my throat.
The sudden stench of death and decay lingered in the air, followed by the sweet earthy smell of fresh dirt, newly mowed grass, earthworms, and spring rain.
That’s when I knew I was in trouble. It meant I’d lost my orientation in the battle. Because everyone knows a dead body stinks of rot as it’s put six feet under, but life stands by and waits and watches in the very ground that was disturbed to bury the deceased.
So, I fought harder for the earthy scent, the grounded feeling, and the light of life.
I dismissed the stench of death.
In a final push of life-saving strength, I concentrated on the spiritual realm.
Is this when I die again?
Another voice, not from that creature, answered me. No, this is not when you die.
With rage and determination, I twisted out of its grasp.
My heart raced as my breaths steadied.
I was asleep. I was awake. I honestly didn’t know what I was.
What I did know was that I fought for my life on a regular basis. What I didn’t know was why.
I gasped and bolted upright in the bed. Paisley stretched and rearranged herself against my cold feet.
I was a survivor.
I stayed alive.
I fought.
Because Shanar was determined to kill me.Author Info
Carla Thorne is the author of the YA Fantasy/Supernatural mystery series, Warrior Saints.
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
SPOTLIGHT w/INTERVIEW - YA SUPERNATURAL - Awakening the Trinity by Brittany Elise
In the seventeenth-century, an all-powerful witch called Rionach the Dark ruled the Celtic nations with an army of enslaved werewolves. In order to restore balance between Light and Dark, the Trinity of Light was summoned to vanquish the Dark Witch and end the Battle of the Dark Ages.
Author Info
Brittany lives in Ohio with her husband, Benjamin, and their four-legged children. Brittany graduated from college with a degree in photography, and later became a canine obedience instructor. During the day, Brittany manages an FBO at a local hometown airport and services aircraft.

How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
This is a tough question. One of my writing faults is that I tend to lean on subjective narratives instead of being more objective when writing. I mostly write from first-person POV so sometimes I lose myself to what that character is feeling instead of letting the readers figure it out for themselves. I love writing imagery, and cultivating relationships.
What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
I write best in the morning when the world is still and quiet, and my mind isn’t reeling. If my brain is in hyperactive-mode there is almost no point in trying to write anything productive because it just won’t come out the same. So unfortunately, if my morning starts off in chaos, I know it’s probably not going to be a good writing day.
Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
Character prep is something I do before I even start writing a new story. Sometimes I go so far as to look up the origins and meanings of names and tie those things in with specific characters to help shape their development. I don’t like to throw in a lot of information all at once because that’s unrealistic. When you meet someone new, typically you get to know them slowly over a period of time, and that’s how I choose to write my characters–layer by layer. I like to think of ‘people-watching’ as ‘character-study’, ha-ha.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
I develop attachments to certain characters, I think, but I wouldn’t quite call it bonding since they aren’t interacting back with me, ha-ha. I think that’s kind of the key for good writers. If they can make you really feel something, they’re doing a good job. Even if you wind up passionately hating a character, the writer probably did a good job developing their characteristics to make you feel that way. But on to the attachments, I’ve found myself strongly drawn towards the following: Morozko from the Winternight trilogy, Linus Lawson from the Beginners Guide to Necromancy series, Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games, Derek Souza from The Darkest Powers trilogy, and Scout Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird.
Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
I actually have him down on paper, but the story isn’t finished yet. ☺
Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
Now that you mention it… I have found myself developing strange habits around the three phases of the full moon each month. Hehe. In all seriousness, I think I am just a naturally curious person but I’ve always been responsible. I crave adventure, and I’m always up for learning something knew.


















