Book Tour & Giveaway for The Stroke of Midnight: A Supernatural New Year’s Anthology (Free to Download!)

TSOM Tour Banner

It’s New Year’s Eve and the supernatural community is ringing in the New Year with style!

Fourteen of your favorite authors have come together to bring you The Stroke of Midnight: A Supernatural New Year’s Anthology!

The Stroke of Midnight features fourteen urban fantasy/paranormal short stories. Celebrate the turn of the year with all the creatures that go bump in the night!

WARNING: Short stories may contain adult/graphic content.

strokeofmidnight cover

THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
A Supernatural New Year’s Anthology

Presented by Pure Textuality

Goodreads

FEATURED STORIES

A Stray in the Night by Lola Rayne
Eternal Beginnings by Brandy Dorsch
Fifteen Minutes Until Midnight by Kyra Dunst
Ghost of a Girl by Beth Dolgner
GSW, or How I Met My Mother by Connie Suttle
Maltese Cross My Heart by F.F. McCulligan
More Glitter by Faith McKay
Obsidian Flames by Amy Miles
Suffering by J.M. Gregoire
Tempting the Moon by Susan Illene
The Lurkers by Danielle Bannister
The Smiths by Michael Siemsen
‘Til Death Do Us Part by K.L. Brown
What Lurks Within by Bella Roccaforte

excerpt 50 percent

From “Ghost of a Girl” by Beth Dolgner

Daisy looked disappointed, and I patted her arm. “Sorry, Daze. Not quite the New Year’s you were hoping for,” I said.

I had already pushed back my chair and was beginning to stand when Blair’s body went rigid. “Oh!” she cried out.

I sank back down into my chair, wondering if Blair was about to give us another demonstration from one of the house’s professional women. Instead, Blair’s second cry turned into a wail. “Trapped! Trapped!” she shouted. She turned her head wildly, her eyes rolling in their sockets. “No way out! Trapped!” With one last wail, Blair began to sob.

None of us moved. Finally, Charles’s wife Anita tentatively lifted a hand to Blair’s shoulder. “What happened?” she asked gently.

Blair wiped at her eyes. “There is a spirit trapped here, a girl who couldn’t escape the fire.”

*****

From “What Lurks Within” by Bella Roccaforte

Mortimer, I have really cherished our time together, but I seriously think if I start introducing my imaginary friend to my boyfriend he’ll bolt out the door quicker than I can say ‘schizo.’” She put her hands on my forearms in an effort to comfort me.

The room closed in on me, my vision reduced to tiny pin holes for the two most ominous things to slip through and shred my heart, “Boyfriend” and “Imaginary friend.” I wasn’t sure which upset me more–the fact that this ass was ready, willing and able to make Heidi the butt of the biggest joke of the year and she was calling him “boyfriend,” or that she had relegated me to being an “imaginary friend.”

My wings fell in defeat, along with my sagging shoulders. “Is that what you think of me? You think I’m an imaginary friend?

*****

From “Suffering” by J.M. Gregoire

It is still relatively early, and as soon as I settle on the couch, boredom sets in.  Normally, this would be when I would call Dez to see if she wanted to come over or go out somewhere.  Ever since she pulled her disappearing act four and a half months ago, I haven’t heard from her at all.  I tried being angry with her at first, but it didn’t last.  I knew why she left, and had I been in the same situation, I probably would have done the same.

One thing is for sure.  I miss her.  Moments like these are the ones that make me understand just how much I love having her in my life.  Take this one, for instance.  She would laugh at me for allowing the demon to take me down like that.  She would fire some smartass comment at me about being a big, bad vampire with ‘professional assassin’ on my resume, and yet I couldn’t possibly have fallen for a more obvious trap.  Long dark alley, the scent of the demon, but no demon in sight.  Why I kept walking when I should have gone up top for a better view, I’ll never know.  She would be right.  Maybe I am a little more distracted than I was willing to admit.

Well, I give.

Dez being gone is really starting to get to me.  All of autumn, an entire season, has passed without a word, and I start to question whether I made the right choice in leaving her to do her thing.  What if she needs my help?  What if I’m making the wrong assumption that she wants to be left alone?  What if she ends up hating me for not contacting her?  For not following her?  What if she already does?

The questions start to pile up, just like every other night I am left with too much time to think.  Try as I might, no amount of sighing will clear the thoughts overcrowding my head, making it impossible to relax.

 *****

Download The Stroke of Midnight for FREE on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/391747

*****

TOUR WIDE GIVEAWAY

To celebrate the release of The Stroke of Midnight, Pure Textuality Public Relations is giving away a Kindle (6”, WiFi)!!!

CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

PTPR White

The Stroke of Midnight is brought to your by Pure Textuality Public Relations.

CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE VIEW SCHEDULE AND FOLLOW THE TOUR!

Advertisements

Share you thoughts with me!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s