Monday, December 3, 2018

Demon Warden (The Cursed and the Fallen)

After having lots of fun with a writing prompt that spawned the short story: How not to Summon a Demon, I realized my characters had a bigger destiny. 
So a new saga was born!
Demon Warden will be the first book of The cursed and The Fallen series.
Here you have the first chapter.


@SeleneKWriter


Demon Warden

Chapter 1

I look at the disaster of broken code and wonder how the hell did she manage to mess it up so badly. 
"Wow, this is terrible, I am impressed," I say with a wry smile.
Lisa laughs running a hand through her short black hair. A snake tattoo adorns her right forearm, her nose piercing glints under the lamplight. 
"Happy to impress you," she says.
I start typing, fixing the broken tags while she seats beside me flicking a glance in my direction from now and then. I pause to drink a sip of lukewarm cocoa. The dinner is almost full, couples and students with their noses on books or laptops. Even after 4 years, the thought of being in such a great university with an almost full scholarship makes me giddy. The pleasant smell of baked goodies and hot beverages makes me feel at ease.
"So, uh, you can do it, right, fix my website before the Con?"
I smile. "No worries, it will be done in one hour. "
Lisa nods. She looks nervous, running her hands up and down her faux black leather clad thighs and fidgeting with her many bracelets. That's odd, I've never seen anything remotely disturb the vegan, gothic feminist.
"Want a refill?" she asks.
"Sure," I mutter distractedly as I load one of my premade code patches to speed up the process.
"So, I heard Wesley asked you out."
My fingers still for a moment. "He did, but I am not interested."
"Oh."
Wesley is the typical I-get-who-and-what-I-want type. His idea of asking me out had been stalking me in the library and invading my personal space.
Nope.
Been there, done that.
She gets distracted by her phone and I work at full speed. Writing code is simple for me, anything to do with numbers and languages I can learn ridiculously fast. Basic skills like cooking or communicating with other human beings come a little harder.
As promised I am done a little over an hour later, bit stiff on the shoulders and yearning Netflix and copious amounts of pizza.
"Dude," Lisa whistles. "It looks way cooler than before, thanks."
"Just get some pro help the next time, ok? We don't want you breaking the internet by mistake," I joke.
Lisa chuckles.
"Will do, maybe you can be my code girl if you want," she says.
"Sure, why not?"
I do this sort of thing all the time, getting some quick money that pays the bills and lets me time to be what I was destined to be. A couch potato. 
I turn to her and watch how the color rises on her usually pale cheeks, her arm is placed on the back of the booth so crossing the small space between us and kissing me is an easy task.
Surprise freezes me to the spot, her lips are sweet and gentle instead of demanding, so I don't push her away. I let my lids fall wishing the attraction was mutual. She pulls back looking at me with a shy smile.
"Sorry, just thought I'd make it clear since hints don't seem to be your thing," she murmurs.
"Hints are definitely not my thing," I agree, swallowing hard. "I like you, I think you're beautiful and cool but I'm straight."
She pulls back, disappointment plain on her face though she masks it with a smile.
"It's okay, no fuss, I just had to try," she says shrugging.
I bite my lip, a part of me fearing she can be angry. A part I've fought hard to bury for almost 3 years. 
"I'm sorry," I say. "Hell, I wish there were a gay or bi bone in my body, 'cause we'd look totally hot together."
Lisa laughs, the distress erased from her expression. "Agreed."
She looks at her phone. "Damn, need to go, I'm supposed to go finish this project. Thanks again, Dinah."
I know she's lying but I don't mind, I'd want to run the hell away too.
"Anytime," I reply with a smile.
She hands me an envelope with my pay and leaves some money on the table before leaving. 
I sigh and wait for a few minutes before getting up and leaving too. 
As soon as I get outside my right thigh cramps with pain. When I was 12 I broke my leg, and screws were necessary to align the bone. It hurts when I'm on the cold and the chilly February night air blasts me hard.
I huddle on my coat and walk slower than I'd like back home, it's only a few blocks away. My spine tingles with awareness and I stop, looking around, examining the pedestrians and the dark corners. I feel watched even though I can't see anyone. 
Meh. Maybe I just need a drink.
I hurry and arrive a few minutes later, running into my roommate, Spencer, as he gets his keys to leave. As always he is wearing designer clothes and exquisite perfume. 6-foot tall, athletic, with perfectly mused locks of brown hair.
"What is with that shocked face, babe?" he asks cocking his head to examine me.
"Lisa kissed me," I say. I rarely keep things from him, well, present things at least.
He laughs. "I knew it."
I slap his arm and he flinches. "Damn it, why didn't you tell me?
"Because I knew she couldn't hold it for long and was dying to see your reaction," his grin grows. "Still annoyingly straight?
I sigh. "Unfortunately."
He kisses my cheek barely having to lean, I'm 5-foot-10 and something.
"Aw babe, you need to get out, what if you join Alex and me tonight, huh?"
Alex is Spencer's boyfriend. Sexy as hell but shyer than Spence.
"Nope, it’s couch potato time."
He rolls his eyes. "Fine, I'll give you a pass today, but soon I will take you out even if I have to drag you."
I show him my tongue and he passes beside me swatting my bum before leaving, too fast for me to retaliate.
I laugh gingerly and walk straight to the kitchen, hungrier than I thought. The granite counters and stainless steel appliances are elegant and the entire place is immaculate, courtesy of Spence's hired maid. He was raised with all the comfort and money he could want, at 18 he received his trust and moved as far away from his family as possible. For some mysterious reason, we clicked and end up living together. Something I am more than grateful for, I couldn't afford to live in such a nice place by myself, and grandma would freak out if I weren't safe. 
I open the well-stocked fridge and consider trying to make an omelet when I see a box of cold rice noodles. 
"Jackpot," I murmur. The kitchen is safe this night.
I've caused a couple of fires in the past trying to make soup. 
Truth is I've caused many fires and my lack of culinary skills is not always to blame.
"Hello, Dinah," says a male voice behind me.
I whirl around, a hand reflexively flying to my neck.
My heart begins a mad race as I see the worse part of my past enter the kitchen.

****To be continued****

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

THE WEREWOLF WHISPERER by Camilla Ochlan and Bonita Gutierrez

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Nobody's Safe.

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Saturday, November 24, 2018

The Chronicles of Jaydür by L.F Oake

The Lost Voice


The Lost Voice (The Chronicles of Jaydür Book 1)

Synopsis

The Voices of Jaydür have been murdered. When an immortal bodyguard named Archai brings news of their deaths, Caia Foriei is summoned to leave everyone she loves behind and assume the heavy mantle of her divine ancestor. But it’s not so easy. The sinstarians want the young soon-to-be Voices dead, and they’ll murder anyone in their path to get their way. To protect her from the growing threat to the Voices, Caia’s memories are shielded and she is hurled into another realm. In short time, Jaydür’s godless land and people plunge into decay and despair as Caia tries to recall who she once was and who she was 

Review

A fun, action-packed read. 
Caia is one of the next voices of Jaydur, a keeper of balance. She and the other voices are being chased by Goblins and sinistarians, the enemies of the Elves. 
To ensure Caia's safety a guardian is sent, Archai. He's got a ticket to the book crush list faaast. There is humour, heartbreak, love and fun. 
A must read for those who love fantasy. 

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DBR7QPG/


Rise of The Elders


Rise of the Elders (The Chronicles of Jaydür Book 2)

Synopsis

The Voices of Jaydür are alive and well, but the Elders have assumed power—and they aren’t willing to give it up just yet. For two years, Caia has been hidden away on Terra in an attempt to keep her safe from the ruthless sinstarians, who will stop at nothing to capture the next Voice of Apan. But when Caia’s protective Sapient, Archai, tries to return her to her world, the unexpected happens, and an unfamiliar Sapient ushers her back to Jaydür instead. Where is Archai, the ascribed bodyguard Caia has come to trust? Could those who call themselves friends actually be plotting against her? Now, as the Voices enter the next terrifying phase, Caia must learn to cope with her newfound power or lose her sanity—and Jaydür.

Review

I had missed Archai! Give me a cold bastard with sass that deep down cares too much and I am in love. 
Caia is an easily likable character, she is brave and learns form her mistakes. We see her turn into a more mature woman as the plot develops and it is beautiful.
But just right before that, there's a memorable episode I re-read and laughed out loud with. 
A new character makes an appearance, Tanis, another Sapient, and good gods I loved to hate him or hate to love him, not sure. All I know is I want more of him.
A fast-paced, action-packed fantasy with a refreshing lore and a good dose of humour I most definitely recommend.

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07K1J3C9B/

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

How not to summon a Demon

So, what happens when I am stuck with a scene in my two WIPs? I write a short story. It usually is related to my series but I ran into this awesome Writing Prompt and voila! Now I have another WIP! 
Um, I see a pattern here...

How not to summon a demon.


Image may contain: text that says '[WP] The demon stands amid your destroyed kitchen screaming, "How? How were you able to summon me?!" You're standing in the corner flipping through your grandma's cookbook as fast as you can, screaming back, "I don't know!! You were supposed to be chicken soup!"'

"CHICKEN SOUP?! Do I look like a damn chicken to you?!!"
"Uh, well, on my defense you are kinda feathery," I mutter, unable to quench the humor despite knowing he can fry me, quite literally.
Damn it, I should not have gotten drunk. But why in hell would grandma leave a grimoire in the kitchen?
Even weirder, how could I read the spell? 
I could see the gibberish clear now, but it had seemed like English before.
The demon's purple eyes narrow, his towering black wings scrap the ceiling. The faint scent of sulfur makes my nose itch, and I have to tilt my neck to look up at him. My eyes roam his tall frame and my gut clenches painfully. No hoves, no tail, and no stench.
I've not just summoned a demon, I've summoned a high ranking demon. He is wearing leathers and boots, an obsidian sword strapped to his hip.
"And just why were you using magic to make a chicken soup?" he asks, his tone mocking and disdainful.
"Because I suck at cooking."
He cocks a brow and examines me to see if I'm lying, then he snorts. "Summoned by an inept half-human, shameful."
"Hey!" I snap. "Watch your mouth!"
His face grows stony as he leans to my eye level, I keep my arms crossed in defiance even as my knees feel weak.
I've just shouted to a high ranking demon.
That goes high on the stupid-shit-I've-done list.
He blinks and rears back in surprise. "I've seen you before."
"Uh, no you haven't, I'm sure I'd remember."
His wings vanish in a blink of purple light along with his leathers, a black suit and matching shirt replace it.
His eyes focus on a spot above my head and I follow his gaze to find my grandma's photo. She is sitting on the porch with me on her lap, a book opened in front of us. 
"Magdalena," the demon mutters.
I freeze. "You know my grandma?"
A flicker of something akin to sadness flashes in his face so fast I'm not certain I've imagined it.
"When she was about your age, she summoned me as well," he says, zeroing his gaze on me again. "Only she did it intentionally, and it had nothing to do with cooking."
I blink. My grandma knew a demon, the one that had warned me never to peek on her dark magic books, to be a good little witch even if I felt like setting my bullies asses on fire.
Then something much more important finally hit me through the numbness of the rum.
"You called me half-human."
"Did I?" he snipes with calculative eyes, eyes that narrow on my left cheek.
"What happened?" he demands, jerking his chin to point at the growing bruise. 
"I fell," I lie. 
He cocks a brow. "You summoned me using my real name, that means I am bound to do a deed for you. Give me the name of the idiot so I can deal with him and go back to my business."
I blink, feeling my stomach cramp with uneasiness.
"He is much worse than I am, believe me," I say, trying to keep my voice leveled.  "And unless you want to make me my chicken soup I have no use for demon favors."
"For now," he says, his tone giving me chills. I recoil as he leans to take the old notebook from the counter.
"Where is Magdalena? I'd like to give her a little talk about hiding such material better."
Icy pain cuts through my chest. "The funeral is tomorrow."
"How?" he demands.
"Heart attack."
His brow knits as an ugly thought crosses my mind.
"She's not, I mean she knew how to summon demons," oh God, I think I will vomit. "She's not in hell, is she? Please tell me she's not."
He snorts. "Foolish girl, a mortal must exchange their soul for wealth or power in order to end up in Hell, or have done greatly bad deeds. Her soul was amongst the purest I've ever seen."
I breathe again, as the room spins. The rum, lack of sleep and hunger are taking a toll. 
To my surprise, the demon catches me and sets me down on a chair, his hands warm against my arms, face a few inches away. Just then I notice how extraordinarily handsome he is, sharp features and pale skin that makes a beautiful contrast with inky black hair.
I flinch as the door is knocked several times.
"Dinah! I know you're there! Open the door you little bitch!"
My eyes widen. How did that psycho found me?
Fear rears its ugly head and I can't help to shake. I'm in no shape for round two.
The demon growls startling me and moves towards the door with long strides. I follow him on shaky legs and watch as he opens the door and takes the 6-foot-2 football player by the collar hauling him off his feet.
Asher's blue eyes widen in terror, his forehead still has a big bump from where I hit him with the skillet. 
"I see you weren't lying about fighting back," the demon says, voice cold as ice, purple eyes glowing. "Nevertheless, I say he's earned a little reprieve, don't you?"
Before I can answer, Asher lets out an unearthly wail and kicks madly for a second before the demon drops him to the ground. 
Thanks the heavens there are no neighbors around for at least a couple miles.
Asher picks himself up, still wailing and runs to his car. Mud is lifted off the damp ground as he maneuvers out of the property in a matter of seconds.
"There, he will not be back, I can assure you that," the demon says, eyes normal again and less murderous expression.
"Damn it, I would've preferred you making me that chicken soup."
He sighs. "We will be seeing each other soon."
"Huh? Why? I thought the deal was o-"
He disappears, just like that, in a blink.
I swallow and close the door, staring into the empty living room. 
"Thank you," I mutter.
Even though it is quite insane to thank a demon for scaring off your obsessive ex-boyfriend. 
Meh, I've done crazier.

©Selene Kallan, 2018.

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Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Spirits and Spells Free Anthology


Want to read some real scary stories?
Then step beyond the veil with twenty-one spooky tales of TRUE supernatural encounters by some of today's hottest paranormal authors. 



Between these pages, you'll witness a pair of disembodied legs cross the street and wake up beside ghostly felines; you'll experience visits from deceased family members and be haunted by terrifying shadow people. 



But be forewarned: these strange tales will send shivers down your spine and make you certain you're not alone, even when you are.
The old saying is true: real life is stranger (and scarier!) than fiction.
Stories included:

Heather Marie Adkins - Residual Darkness
Alex Owens - Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner
Rick Gualtieri - A Ghost Cat, Broken Crystal, and No Body in Sight
Karin Cox - Paws For Thought
Jennifer Rainey - Up Close and Personal: A Visit to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum
Candace Osmond - Nightmares
Lily Luchesi - The Man in the Black Hat
Alyssa Breck - Wicked Game
Michelle Hughes - A Haunting on North Street
Kim Cleary - Uplifting Real Life Paranormal
Lindsey R. Loucks - Just Curious
Ann Gimpel - The Benson Hut Ghost
Shannon McRoberts - Precognition
Caia Daniels - We See Dead People
Tanya Dawson - My Paranormal Experiences
Brea Viragh - Poppy's Coming
Debra Kristi - A Ghostly Research Trip
LA Kirk - Gravity in Reverse
Selene Kallan - The Chase
Bria Lexor - Encounter with the Devil in Mexico
S K Gregory - A Ghostly Encounter
and a bonus novella from Caroline Peckham - A Game of Vampires (A Vampire Games Prequel Novella)

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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

White Hot Kiss by Jennifer L. Armentrout


@SeleneKWriter

Synopsis

One kiss could be the last. 

Seventeen-year-old Layla just wants to be normal. But with a kiss that kills anything with a soul, she's anything but normal. Half demon, half gargoyle, Layla has abilities no one else possesses. 

Raised among the Wardens—a race of gargoyles tasked with hunting demons and keeping humanity safe—Layla tries to fit in, but that means hiding her own dark side from those she loves the most. Especially Zayne, the swoon-worthy, incredibly gorgeous and completely off-limits Warden she's crushed on since forever. 

Then she meets Roth—a tattooed, sinfully hot demon who claims to know all her secrets. Layla knows she should stay away, but she's not sure she wants to—especially when that whole no-kissing thing isn't an issue, considering Roth has no soul. 

But when Layla discovers she's the reason for the violent demon uprising, trusting Roth could not only ruin her chances with Zayne… it could brand her a traitor to her family. Worse yet, it could become a one-way ticket to the end of the world.


Review

This book was a recommendation of JamsuDreams, and I am soooooo happy I listened!
How the hell had I never heard of this awesome saga?
I love the mythology, gargoyles, angels, and demons together were something I've never read before. And I do love some good VS evil, even better darkness disguising as light.
I like Layla, she is feisty and sarcastic and made roll my eyes few times, something I much appreciate in an MC.
The love triangle was well done, it is actually hard to choose a fave. I love Roth, he's a sassy, sexy, and caring guy, but I can't help to like Zayne too. He can be a bit of an overprotective pain sometimes, but his intentions are good. 
The action/romance balance was perfect, coupled with tons of sass and innuendos, something JLA excels at in the Paranormal/Urban genre. 
And Bambi! I am terrified of snakes, but would totally pet Bambi.
I am definitely continuing with the saga, can't wait to see what happens next! 

You can grab it here, special discount for this month!
https://www.amazon.com/White-Kiss-Dark-Elements-Book-ebook/dp/B00DSX0QRS/


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Friday, October 19, 2018

DUST IN MIND - From Ashes To Flames (Official Video)

"From ashes to flames I'll fight to survive

You don't know how much I faced my fears 

All my life I was afraid to find my place 

From ashes to flames, I'll not hide my face..."




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Demon Warden (The Cursed and the Fallen)

After having lots of fun with a writing prompt that spawned the short story: How not to Summon a Demon , I realized my characters had a bigg...