Saturday, August 30, 2014

Top 10 Favorite Paranormal Places Investigated by Bob Freeman & Nightstalkers of Indiana & Book Spotlight ~ Shadows Over Somerset (A Cairnwood Manor Novel)

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Shadows Over Somerset

I'm super excited to have Bob Freeman on the blog today.  He's the founder of Nightstalkers of Indiana paranormal investigators and I've asked him to list his Top Ten Favorite Paranormal Places.

Top 10 Favorite Paranormal Places
Investigated by Bob Freeman & Nightstalkers of Indiana

I formed Nightstalkers of Indiana in 1983. In the years since, I have investigated all over the US, and have made excursions into Mexico, Canada, and even Scotland. But Indiana is my home and it's where I have done my most thorough research. So, with that in mind, I have decided to limit this list to those places I discovered in my own backyard, because, to be frank, they have been more personal.

10. "Hobbitland"

In mid-December, 1812, Lt. Col. John Campbell and a Calvary of 600 soldiers attacked several Miami Indian villages along the Mississinewa River. It was a bloody affair. Now the site of a popular reenactment, in my day it was where young people went to party and hook-up. These young people called the area "Hobbitland" because of the persistent legend of little "quasit-like" creatures that made the area they're home.

9. Elwood Opera House

Built in 1887, the majestic Elwood Opera House was a popular venue for the biggest performers of the era. It also housed a Masonic Lodge. Having investigated there on several occasions, I've been lucky enough to capture numerous EVPs, to have been personally touched by unseen forces and witnessed others experience the same, to have seen doors open and close, with force, as if by their own accord, and experienced a wealth of other sensory sensations.

8. "Devil House"

Led to an abandoned farm house in the middle of nowhere by a concerned conservation officer, I was stunned to find an upstairs room in this derelict house to be covered in esoteric graffiti by a steady and talented hand. Here were intricate spell circles and exotic sigils and runes covering every bit of conceivable space. There were also the remnants of candles and the remains from some form of animal sacrifice. The air was charged with energy and some disturbing EVPs were collected. The house was soon after torn down by its owner.

7. Seven Pillars

A sacred site to the Miami Indians, these seven columns, carved into the limestone by the rise and fall of the Mississinewa River, is said to be home to preternatural beings who live between this world and the next, with the natural formations of the Pillars being a gateway between these worlds. I consider it the epicenter to all the weird and wonderful paranormal phenomena in northern Indiana and home to unseen forces, sentient apparitions, and residual manifestations.

6. "Murder House of Liston Glen"

A favorite haunt of mine until it was torn down by its owners, the legend goes something like this: “Years ago a family lived here, but one Halloween night something terrible happened. The father woke up and went outside and grabbed his axe and proceeded to chop his wife and two sons up into little pieces and then he burnt them in the fireplace in the basement. After he had let the fire consume their bodies, the man climbed the steps to the upstairs balcony and hung himself. His spirit has remained trapped in this house ever since.”

5. "The Shadows"

Along the Mississinewa River, nestled in the woods not far from Five Mile Bridge, are two stone chairs on either side of a stone throne that face a firepit. Isolated, long abandoned, here there be shadow figures that watch from the woods and the audible whispers of unseen spirits. On one occasion, I discovered pennies from the early 1900s on the ground, stamped with the Masonic trowel on one side and the square and compass on the other.

4. Little Pipe Creek Cemetery

As a young boy of 8, I used to sneak out of my parent's trailer and spend long hours in this little cemetery. See, it had a wild reputation: a gate that opened on its own to allow ladies to pass, or to strike out at young gentlemen, disembodied voices, and phantom growls, or so the legends say. It has the distinction of being the site where I witnessed my first apparition.

3. "The House That Time Forgot"

There was (is?) a house set far back in the woods, no visible road back to it, not far from the town of Somerset, a mere stone's throw from a place we called "The Cliffs". The house was abandoned, but curiously, the people left everything behind... furniture, clothes, food, an attic full of this and that. On the coffee table was an open newspaper from 1966, the year I was born and the year the Mississinewa Dam was constructed. It was here, watching anxiously from the attic stair, that I experienced my second apparition, a pale mist, accompanied by the thuds of footsteps, traversing the first floor.

2. Beacon Lodge

I've promised the owners not to disclose the location of this site, easily the most haunted place I've ever had the pleasure to hunt. An old gentleman's lodge built in the mid-1800s, this place has given up a veritable treasure trove of evidence over the years: Countless EVPs, Disembodied Voices, Shadow Figures, Full Bodied Apparitions, Physical Attacks, and more. I have shared it with dozens of other investigators and it has never failed to leave an impression.

1. Goose Creek

The Nightstalkers of Indiana were born on October 22, 1983 at a place called Goose Creek.

What do I remember most from that night? An inverted pentagram framing the full moon overhead. The roadway covered with dead fish. The fumbling of the Invocation. The circle of protection being inadvertently broken (way to go, Andy). A frightened teenage girl whispering, “Oh God…” and a sinister reply —”Your god can’t help you now!” And screams. Lots of screams.

More than thirty years later and that evening is still just as fresh in my mind as it was the day after. It was a defining moment. I went from dabbling in the paranormal to becoming a serious student, practitioner, and investigator of unseen forces and all those many things that go bump in the night.

It’s been a long road filled with countless thrills and chills along the way, but that road always leads back to Goose Creek, in the heart of the Mississinewa Reservoir, back to where it all began, on a cold, autumn night, with a blood moon piercing the darkness and the haunting memory of what happened there.

I would love to thank Bob for being here today and to Stephen at Tomorrow Comes Media for the introduction to Bob, his novel, and his paranormal investigations.

About Shadows Over Somerset:


Michael Somers is brought to Cairnwood, an isolated manor in rural Indiana, to sit at the deathbed of a grandfather he never knew existed. He soon finds himself drawn into a strange and esoteric world filled with werewolves, vampires, witches… and a family curse that dates back to fourteenth century Scotland. In the sleepy little town of Somerset, an ancient evil awakens, hungering for blood and vengeance… and if Michael is to survive he must face his inner demons and embrace his family’s dark past. Shadows Over Somerset is the first Cairnwood Manor Novel.

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BobFreeman Bob Freeman doesn’t just write and draw occult detectives, he’s also a card carrying paranormal adventurer who founded Nightstalkers of Indiana in 1983. A lifelong student of witchcraft, magic, and religion, Bob’s studies are reflected in his art, both as an author and illustrator. Bob lives in rural Indiana with his wife Kim and son Connor. He can be found online at  

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8/25 Jess Resides Here Interview
8/25 I Smell Sheep Interview
8/25 Beauty in Ruins Guest Post
8/25 Shells Interviews Guest Post
8/26 The Cabin Goddess Review
8/26 Kentucky Geek Girl Top Ten List
8/26 The Official Writing Blog of Deedee Davies Top Ten List
8/27 Stuart Conover's Author Page Interview
8/27 Blog of Sheila Deeth Post on Art
8/27 Deal Sharing Aunt Top Tens List
8/28 Horror Delve Top Tens List
8/28 SBM Book Obsession Guest Post
8/28 Armand Rosamilia, Horror Author Guest Post
8/28 Willow's Author Love Top Tens List
8/29 Bookishly Me Review
8/29 The Rage Circus Vs. The Soulless Void Interview
8/29 Azure Dwarf Guest Post
8/29 Vampires, Witches, and me, oh my Guest Post
8/30 Sapphyria's Book Reviews Top Tens List
8/30 Bee's Knees Reviews Review
8/30 A Haunted Head Interview
8/31 Horror Tree Guest Post
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8/31 Seers, Seraphs, Immortals and more! Interview

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Cover Reveal: All Who Are Lost (Ashmore's Folly Trilogy: Book One) by Lindsey Forrest

All Who Are Lost
Lindsey Forrest

Book Details:

Series: Ashmore's Folly Trilogy: Book One

Cover Design: Robin Ludwig of Robin Ludwig Design, Inc

Genre: Contemporary Women's Fiction (Romance)

Expected Release Date: October 21, 2014

About All Who Are Lost:

One man.
Too many betrayals.
Three women.
One last chance

On a cold winter day, a woman calls a number halfway across the world.

A man answers.

After fourteen years, Laura St. Bride hears the voice she has never forgotten, the voice she will remember with her last breath…

What do you do
when the love of your life
is the last person you should love?

A great family estate in Virginia.

Three sisters growing up in the shadow of their father’s obsessive drive to recapture his lost muse, the woman he threw into the cold Irish sea.

The scion of an old family, falling in love with the wrong sister, blind to the ice at her core.

A woman haunted by a moment of blood and violence, when she reached out and took a man who didn’t belong to her.

A man living a life of regret and sacrifice, given a second chance to claim the woman he should have loved all along.

Excerpt from All Who Are Lost:

I know you’re out there somewhere....

She stared out across a crowded London square, unknowing, unseeing, the serenity of her face captured in the flat surface of the theatrical poster. The light noon rain ran down in small diagonal rivers across her, crinkling the smooth plain of her forehead and the gentle cut of her jaw. She wept, large, abandoned tears that warred with the lovely turn of her mouth.

The Great Cat, they called her.

Many of those who had come to Leicester Square, hunting for half-price theater tickets, gravitated to her, beckoned by her eyes, lured on by the legend of mist and mystery that surrounded her. A few balked at the price of “An Intimate Evening with Cat Courtney.” Others realized to their sorrow that they had conflicting tickets, meals planned with in-laws, flights to catch. Three nights only, announced the poster, and this, unfortunately, was the last night.

She smiled out at them all, oblivious to their concerns, uncaring of the rain wetting her face.

The American tourist who came walking into the square, his daughter by his side, did not notice her at first. The rain had stopped for a few minutes, and other matters engaged him: folding up a handy umbrella, glancing at his watch, reading a guide book over his daughter’s shoulder. For one minute longer, he remained merely a tourist on a much-needed vacation. For one minute longer, the Great Cat never crossed his mind.

But the Great Cat could wait, and for this man she would wait forever.

She had left him a decade before, both of them reeling from the blood of their folly, in a deserted cottage on a desolate shore on the other side of the world. Had she eyes to see, she would know him instantly.

Eventually, respite ended. Eventually, Richard Ashmore lifted his head, his eyes scanning across the theatrical posters, in search of an evening’s entertainment suitable for a young girl. The titles made little impression – Les Miserables, The Graduate, Noises Off – until he saw her and everything around her blurred into oblivion.

He knew her too, instantly.


His worst mistake.


“Dad?” Julie touched her hand to his. “Do you think we can get tickets?”

“We can try.” Richard closed his fingers around hers, a talisman to ward memory off. “Don’t get your hopes up, Julie. Her concerts usually sell out.”

“Let’s ask over there,” suggested his daughter, pointing across the square to the ticket kiosk. “Maybe someone bought tickets and can’t go. Maybe someone dropped their tickets, and someone turned them in. Maybe —”

“Maybe, maybe, maybe,” he teased, but already he was allowing her to drag him across the stones towards the waiting queue.

They took their places in line. Julie was glowing with excitement, the happiest Richard had seen her since the morning before her grandparents had died. He was less optimistic. Others ahead of them had requested tickets, and the possibility of stray tickets lessened as they moved up the line. He sought to cushion her against disappointment by letting her plan the afternoon. They were only a couple of blocks from the National Gallery, or would she prefer to hop the tube for Harrods?

“Harrods,” said Julie immediately. “And tea, Dad.” She leaned in against him to look at his guidebook. “I have my birthday money from Lucy. I want to get something to wear to the concert.”

“Keep your money, kitten.” He wished that they had never seen the poster. Selfish, yes, but if meeting her eyes in a poster disturbed him, how would he feel to see her again, even in the black anonymity of an audience? Better not to know, better to go back to an occasional evening of listening to her songs in the dark and trying to make some sense of what had happened.

And Julie had endured enough recently.

They were second in line now, behind a couple attempting to get tickets to the latest Andrew Lloyd Webber. Good luck, thought Richard, who had tried for three months. They bought him a few minutes of reprieve while they settled for a sex comedy instead.

“Two for Cat Courtney,” he said, and if the gods had been with him, just this once, he would have been told in that inimitable British way, Sorry, sir, but that show has just sold out....

“Yes, a few tickets have been turned in,” and his fate was sealed. He and Julie looked at the seating chart. She sparkled as she so seldom did, and as he paid for the tickets he thought that he would bear any pain, any guilt, to see that look on her face.

“Those are good seats,” said the man behind him, another American from the sound of him. “I’ve seen her before, and she’s worth twice the price.”

Julie forgot her usual shyness with strangers. “I can’t wait! I’ve wanted to see her for so long —”

A woman with a Southern accent said kindly, “You know, darlin’, you’re just the picture of her.”

“Thank you,” said Julie. “I’m glad I am. She’s my aunt.”

And Richard Ashmore looked at the tickets and realized, with a shock, that it was June 9, and he had been married for seventeen years.


In his life, Richard Ashmore had made three mistakes with women. Not that three was so unusual; no man reached his thirties without suffering the particular pain that women could inflict and without inflicting it in return. He was luckier than most men, perhaps, for he had erred early and grievously, and caution had been driven into him like a bullet. He carried with him permanent reminders of his follies: a marriage gone disastrously wrong, the painful conscience that he had not always been the upright man his daughter loved, a shoulder that ached in cold weather.

Ah, Diana, unattainable once attained, a monumental mistake made in all the first flush of adolescent desire and pride. Too young to marry, too blindly in love to recognize the ice behind her eyes, he had turned a deaf ear to his father’s warning that his princess was hollow at her core.

Francie, silver-quick smile and hungry eyes, and his own need for the warmth of a woman’s arms. The dangerous combination of a magnum of champagne on New Year’s Eve and three years of exile from his marriage bed had erupted into a springtime of madness. The gods had demanded their due: a marriage wrecked beyond salvage, a family foundered, two young women cast adrift.

And the third.... Oh, but even now, all these years later, he stood before her picture, and he still did not understand. She watched him from the poster, more animated in flat gray and white than he had ever known her. But he knew those eyes. He knew how they adored him, how they burned in fever and desire, how they haunted odd moments of the day and dark pockets of the night.

Diana. Francie. Laura the Cat.

He supposed he had a special weakness for shuttered eyes that invited a man in with promises implied and unkept, for wild autumn hair spread gloriously across a pillow, for tall, elegant figures and clear, sweet voices and beguiling, destructive ways. They all three had this and more in common, and why not? They were sisters, after all.

About the Author:

Lindsey Forrest, a lead writer/editor for an international information company, writes about income tax but prefers to dream of heroes and heroines and grand romance. With the publication of her trilogy, she checks off the top entry on her bucket list. She lives in north Texas with her family and cat and has a five-year plan for becoming a full-time novelist and editor of indie fiction. When she isn’t working or writing, she amuses herself with reading, needlepointing, tramping around historical sites and houses, and outbidding everyone who gets in her way on Ebay.

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Review ~ Entangled Indulgence - Mr. Virile and the Girl Next Door (A Date By Mistake Novella) by Gwen Hayes

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Online dating columnist Dane Martin has no plans to give up his reign as bachelor extraordinaire. He has a reputation to uphold, especially with the upcoming release of his book Coming on Strong.

Holly Winters, everyone’s favorite girl next door, thanks to her blog of the same name, gives advice, but she doesn’t always take it. When she meets Dane Martin, every fiber of her being warns her to turn tail and run. Instead, she risks her future as an authority on relationships, jeopardizing her upcoming self-help book for women struggling to find commitment among the Virile sycophants.

Has the Girl Next Door tamed the most Virile man alive, or is she just another notch on the bedpost?

Book Details:

Title: Mr. Virile and the Girl Next Door (A Date by Mistake novella)
Author: Gwen Hayes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 67 pages
Release Date: January 2014
ISBN: 978-1-62266-454-2
Imprint: Indulgence
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Sapphyria's Review:

Dane Martin runs a website catering to the single men in their quests for relationships.  

Holly Winters runs a website named The Girl Next Door, helping women everywhere avoid Mr. Wrongs while searching for Mr. Right.

Dane is currently gearing up to embark on tour for his upcoming book.  When his agent requests a meeting and they are joined by another author, Holly Winters, and her agent, things just get weird - especially when both agents mysteriously disappear and Holly and Dane are forced into a rather awkward situation.

The "date" between Holly and Dane is a complete set-up; a publicity stunt by both agents.  When the press become involved, tides shift, threatening the careers of both Holly and Dane.  And still their agents aren't satisfied.  They up the ante - Dane and Holly are to act like a romantic couple - to boost blog ratings and book sales.

Will the awkward pairing destroy the reputations they worked hard to establish or humble the man who thought he knew everything there is to know about the dating scene?

Mr. Virile and the Girl Next Door is a very sweet, romantic novella but it also contains a couple spicy scenes.  The spice was written tastefully but are explicit.  I would recommend that only 18+ read about Mr. Virile and The Girl Next Door.

There is a lot packed into 60+ pages and I felt everything was executed correctly.  The tension throughout was thick and believable.  Both main characters are likable - even the "bachelor extraordinaire."  

Content Warning:  This novella contains adult scenes.
Review copy courtesy of the Publisher, at no cost, in exchange for an honest review.

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Historical Romance "The Frost of Springtime" FREE EBOOK PROMO BLITZ by @RachelLDemeter Featuring a Giveaway


Book Details:

Genre: Historical Romance

Date Published: February 14, 2014

Publisher: Black Lyon Publishing, LLC

About The Frost of Springtime:

To rescue her was to rescue his own soul.
On a cold Parisian night, Vicomte Aleksender de Lefèvre forges an everlasting bond with a broken girl during her darkest hour, rescuing her from a life of abuse and misery. Tormented by his own demons, he finds his first bit of solace in sheltering little Sofia Rose.

But when Aleksender is drawn away by the Franco-Prussian war, the seasons pass. And in that long year, Sofia matures into a stunning young woman—a dancer with an understanding of devotion and redemption far surpassing her age.

Alongside his closest friend, Aleksender returns home to find that “home” is gone, replaced by revolution, bloodshed, betrayal—and a love always out of reach. Scarred inside and out, he’s thrust into a world of sensuality and violence—a world in which all his hours have now grown dark, and where only Sofia might bring an end to the winter in his heart.

Inspired by the 1871 Paris Commune, The Frost of Springtime is a poignant tale of revolution, redemption, and the healing power of love.

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Excerpt from The Frost of Springtime:
(Used with permission)

The heat of their bodies mingled as one. With each breath, Aleksender drank in the sweet essence of his beloved ward. His mind swam with unorthodox visions and desires. He inclined his head, lost to the power of her nearness, entranced by everything that was Sofia.

“Alek, my Alek …”

Each word infused Aleksender with a delicious and undeniable warmth. Intoxicated by roses and wintertime, he found it difficult to speak, difficult to think. Breathless, he swallowed and met the haunting depths of her eyes.

“Please,” she dreamily murmured, “I want you to kiss me again…”

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About the Author:

Rachel L. Demeter lives in the beautiful hills of Anaheim, California with Teddy, her goofy lowland sheepdog, and high school sweetheart of ten years. She enjoys writing dark, edgy romances that challenge the reader’s emotions and examine the redeeming power of love.

Imagining stories and characters has been Rachel’s passion for longer than she can remember. Before learning how to read or write, she would dictate stories while her mom would jot them down for her. She has a special affinity for the tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether sculpting the protagonist or antagonist, she always ensures that every character is given a soul.

Rachel strives to intricately blend elements of romance, suspense, and horror. Some common themes her stories never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over darkness. Her dream is to move readers and leave an emotional impact through her words.

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Book Blast ~ The Overlord's Heir by Michelle Howard ~ Featuring an Excerpt and Giveaway

Book Details:

Title:  The Overlord's Heir
Author:  Michelle Howard
Genre: Scifi Romance

About The Overlord's Heir:

With his enemy defeated and order re-established, Vaan plans to enjoy his life with his Raasa mate. Mikayla’s upcoming birth makes his heart sing with joy.

Mikayla prepares for the birth of her first youngling with her Overlord mate. This should be a happy time but Vaan must return to Kaban and reassure his people that he yet lives.

There are still those not pleased at the turn of events with Thenl’s downfall and seek to destroy what the Overlord has built. Will Vaan and Mikayla finally be able to relax or will trouble continue to follow them?

Excerpt from The Overlord's Heir: 
(Used by Sapphyria's Book Reviews with permission).

When Balal returned to the lower level, Vaan cornered him. “How is she?”

His Warlord hesitated and then answered. “Hurt.”

Kavan came up behind him. “She is not pleased you kept this from her.”

Vaan knew that and accepted his actions. “Mikayla would have worried needlessly. I fear carrying our youngling has her judgment absent.”

Kavan folded his arms over his bare chest. “You should confine her to her bed while you are gone.”

Vaan felt a grin tug at his lips. Kavan and Mikayla had come to a mutual agreement between them that neither would discuss with him but Kavan often argued that Mikayla should settle into her role as mate. “You would have her angrier at me before I leave, yes?”

His Warlord cracked a small smile. “It would make watching her easier for Balal and I.”

Vaan grunted. Nothing involving his mate was easy. “Mikayla is not a Kabanian woman. Best we all accept and remember this then move forward.” He faced Balal. Mikayla’s favorite among his Warlords. “You will not allow her to endanger herself.”

“As you command, Overlord.”

Balal’s agreement came instantly but Vaan had witnessed Mikayla work around the youth in the past. “Have Assa help you if necessary.” Assa and Mikayla grew up together. His mate maintained a close relationship with all of her people due to her parents going to the Hills while she was a youngling but she was closest to Assa, Sera and Vesa. The house servants would be sure to keep an eye on Mikayla.

Balal ran a hand through his dark shoulder length hair and shifted his weight. “Assa no longer gives me her confidence.”

Vaan raised a brow at this news but Kavan burst into laughter drawing stares their way. Balal’s cheeks stained red.

“What happened, Warlord?” The Raasa female seemed enamored of Balal and often spent time in his company.

Kavan’s laughter died to chuckles and answered Vaan for Balal. “She is not pleased with his bed play.”

Balal punched Kavan in the chest and stormed from the hall, anger in his steps. Vaan sighed. This he knew something about. Perhaps, he’d offer Balal a hint to ease his way.

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About the Author:

Michelle Howard enjoys a crazy life that involves wild kids, a loud dog, and a husband who tolerates the madness. Like many authors, she’s dreamed of writing since reading her first romance novel many years ago. She loves paranormal and contemporary romances and is a fan of the classic romances, such as Judith McNaught and Julie Garwood.

I love to hear from fans so please reach out to me. If the mood hits you, leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

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