Wicked and Wild Halloween Scavenger Hunt!

BTS Tours and Wild Child Publishing are proud to present the Wicked and Wild Halloween Scavenger Hunt. 37 blogs have linked together to allow you to hunt for 37 different words that will be hidden in each post, so at the end of the hunt you will have 37 answers to plug into the rafflecopter. Please DO NOT leave your answers in the comment section. We want this to be fun for everyone, and not take the challenge out of the game. So this is how it works.

All the blogs listed below will post their game piece on their allotted date. You are looking for one word (related to Halloween) to plug into the rafflecopter as your answer. For Example:’

If you are on Close Encounters with the Night Kind, and find your word (clues will be provided for you in the banner) you log into the rafflecopter form and place your answer in the box marked Close Encounters of the Night Kind. Follow along the entire Scavenger Hunt and collect all 37 clues. We will be drawing for 4 $25 dollar Gift Certificates to Wild Child Publishing. Happy Hunting!!!

Title: Burger

Author:  Ronald Couch

Publisher: Wild Child Publishing    .

Length:   Novel

Sub-Genres:  Horror, Thriller

               

BLURB:

Hans Burger, Führer of the Supreme Security Staff, is on a mission to avenge the death of his mentor, and former Führer, Kurt Schmidt. Schmidt rests in a sitting position inside Burger’s Frigidaire chest freezer.

In order to exact his revenge on Ryan Conway, his wife, Eleanor, and David Wentz, a sometimes inept Mossad agent, the murderous Burger has the Supreme Security Staff infiltrate Mega Motors Corporation in accordance with Schmidt’s original plans. But things do not go according to anyone’s plans, and it almost becomes a comedy of errors for both Burger and Wentz.

Who will win in this fast-paced satirical thriller? Will Mega Motors survive? Will Wentz save his friends? Or will Burger kill them all?

EXCERPT:

“If you could talk to me, Kurt, would you answer a couple of questions? Why in God’s name did you kidnap and try to kill Eleanor Conway? Look at you! Half your damn skull is blown away. Your brain is showing for Christ’s sake! Look, you were on track, no, we had nearly completed our mission of eliminating a huge part of MM’s legacy. Then you obsessed with that Conway woman. Why? Because she reminded you of your mother? The mother you killed?”

Hans Burger placed Schmidt’s corpse in his basement chest freezer. He situated the body into a sitting position, and straightened his SSS jacket and many medals. He closed the lid. A whoosh of cold, stale air licked his wrists and tickled his bushy gray beard. His Maldenesque nose twitched.

Burger stepped back three paces, clicked the heels of his jackboots, and stiff-armed a Nazi salute.

“My oath to you, Mein Führer? Your killer, and his loved ones will die! Mega Motors will cease to exist. Many will taste the bile of defeat.”

“Heil Schmidt!”

 

BUY LINKS:

Barnes and Noble:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/burger-ronald-couch/1107082056
Wild Child:

http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=89&products_id=361
Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/search/ref=sr_adv_b/?search-alias=stripbooks&unfiltered=1&field-keywords=burger&field-author=ronald+couch&field-title=burger&field-isbn=&field-publisher=wild+child+publishing&node=18&field-p_n_condition-type=&field-feature_browse-bin=&field-subject=&field-language=&field-dateop=&field-datemod=&field-dateyear=&sort=relevanceexprank&Adv-Srch-Books-Submit.x=38&Adv-Srch-Books-Submit.y=11

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Ronald Couch, his lovely wife, Carol, and mixed-breed dog, Addie Lou, live within viewing range of the Great Smoky Mountains in east Tennessee. Ronald enjoys writing, reading, serenity, family and friends. He retired from a major Michigan automobile and truck manufacturing company after thirty-one years of service. His thrillers have been published since 2007, and as recent as 2012 self-published two short stories – one a psychological thriller dealing with a schizophrenic young man. He remembers vividly the last words his father said before he passed on in 1991 – “Be neighborly.”

 a Rafflecopter giveaway (If this link does not work, please visit Close Encounters with the Night Kind to enter! Thanks.) 

Schedule:

October 1 – Awesomesauce Book Club , Guilty Indulgence

October 2 – Reading Between the Lines , Beauty In Ruins

October 3 – Riverina Romantics

October 4 – Book Swagger

October 5- Reading and Writing Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance

October 6 – Book Devotee Reviews

October 8 – Love is a Many Flavored Thing

October 9 – House Millar

October 10 – Literal Addiction

October 11 – S.J. Maylee

October 12 – Fictional Candy

October 13 – Sweet Southern Home

October 14 – Laurie’s Non-Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews

October 15 – Salacious Reads

October 16 – For the Love of Reading Reviews , Novelly Nice

October 17 – Pink Skulls Book Reviews

October 18 – Full Moon Bites

October 19 – The Bunny’s Review

October 20 – Romance Book Club . Com

October 21- The Jeep Diva

October 22 – Nette’s Bookshelf Reviews

October 23 – Beagle Book Space , Pippa Jay

October 24 – All She Wants and More

October 25 – Ex Libris

October 26 – Close Encounters with the Night Kind

October 27 – Herding Cats and Burning Soup

October 28 – Noracast

October 29 – TBR

October 30 – Reader’s Confession , Naughty Editions

October 31 – Speculative Friction , Worlds of Escapism

RETURN TO CAER LON by Claude Dancourt/Review & Giveaway!

RETURN TO CAER LON

Thirty hundred years ago, Arthur Pendragon, High King of the Ten Kingdoms, was betrayed and the royal city of Caer Lon became a myth.

Fifteen years ago, the sorcerer Wolfryth killed King William Pendragon in his quest for power and usurped the throne of Camelot. Queen Ylianor and her five year old son fled the kingdom to take refuge in Haven at Duke Geraint’s court.

Today, Prince Derek follows Geraint’s beautiful daughter Sacha into a reckless mission to save her brother from Wolfryth. He will need to embrace his heritage and to trust magic if he wants to find his way back to Caer Lon and unlock its secrets before the sorcerer kills them all.

REVIEW

In RETURN TO CAER LON, Claude Dancourt takes readers on a grand adventure with a descendant of Arthur Pendragon named Prince Derek, and he is accompanied by a feisty seer named Sacha…who will stop at nothing to save her twin brother, Elwyn, who has disappeared.

Son of King William Pendragon—killed by the wicked sorcerer Wolfryth, Prince Derek embarks on this all important and dangerous quest because not only is Elwyn’s life depending on his success, but the fate of Camelot’s people. It is time to reclaim his throne after escaping Wolfryth’s wrath fifteen years ago to survive in Haven at Duke Geraint’s court. Prince Derek has his hands full though, because Sacha, the beautiful, and headstrong daughter of Duke Geraint refuses to believe Elwyn is dead.

RETURN TO CAER LON’s characters are memorable, the dialogue is wonderful, often funny…especially between Prince Derek and Sacha. The way Dancourt allows their relationship to grow and not just “all of a sudden” happen provides many opportunities for romance lovers to be pleased. Sacha is my favorite character due to her passionate determination to save Elwyn. Who wouldn’t want her on your side?

The descriptive locations, the fight between good and evil, loyalty to family and friends, reclaiming a birthright to be king, and, of course, magic…all make this novel a very enjoyable read! It certainly allows readers to escape the humdrum of everyday life and go back in time to fight the good fight, where nothing is more important than family and friends. This is a fantasy adventure that I highly recommend. 4.5/5

Here are a few excerpts. Enjoy Dancourt’s lovely prose!

The older woman picked up the job the maid had abandoned, twisting the dark locks

together. Sacha said nothing, her eyes seeing beyond the reflection of their figures in the mirror.

The former queen caressed her head gently.

“Your father has to see to everyone’s well-being, Sacha, not just his son.”

“And what will be our well-being, if his heir dies?”

Ylianor closed her eyes briefly. Behind grief and anger, Sacha’s reasoning had its logic. She had said more or less the same thing to Derek in the morning. She tried another approach.

“Sebastian escaped, so maybe Elwyn-”

“Sebastian did not escape. He was sent back; as a warning.”

Ylianor stiffened. The young woman met her eyes in the mirror.

“I saw it, Ylianor. Wolves attacked and our men lost the battle. All were killed but the Swan and the Cub. Sebastian’s heraldry is a swan, with wings spread.. Elwyn…”

Sacha continued telling her dreams, so low her companion could barely hear the words.

“The wolf leader tortured and sent the black swan back to deliver a message.”

“What is that message, Sacha?”

“Hand over the son of the Dragon, before I slaughter you all.”

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“Elwyn is in Caer Lon.”

Derek stared at her in befuddlement and she calmly held his doubtful gaze.

“We have to go there.”

Irritation perked through his answer. “That is impossible. How would you know where Elwyn is anyway? We will ride northeast at dawn.”

He did not believe her. How could she explain? He would simply laugh and dismiss her

vision. Sacha took another swig of ale and immediately regretted it. The beverage was far stronger than what she was used to. She inhaled deeply to chase away the dizzying sensation.

Derek chuckled and walked to her shelter to take the jug from her hands.

“You want to be careful with that.”

She glared but her displeased glance was lost to him as he sat away from her, his attention entirely devoted to the recipient he started playing with, making it turn between his knees on the dusty floor.

Sacha took his pensive attitude for an opening and tried again.

“Derek, I know I am right. Elwyn is in Caer Lon. We need to go there…”

He continued his little game in silence, though she was sure he had heard her. Why could not he rely on her? Frustrating, stubborn, idiotic specimen of a…

“Sacha, Caer Lon is a myth. It was where the High Kings of Camelot held their court. The place was lost three hundred years ago. Elwyn cannot be there or it means he is dea-”

“He is not dead!”

She nearly screamed in anguish. He was her twin, her other half. If he had died, a part of her would have died too. He was alive. He was. She knew he was.

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About the Author:

Claude Dancourt lives in Montreal, and wherever her job as an engineer takes her. She is fascinated by books and museums. To discover more about RETURN TO CAER LON, Claude Dancourt’s work or simply drop a word, visit her website: www.claudedancourt.webs.com

Author Links:

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Book of Death by S. Evan Townsend Visits the Noracast!

Today at the Noracast, I have a special treat for you! S. Evan Townsend’s Book of Death sounds amazing, and I can hardly wait to read it. Plus, you’ll get to know Mr. Townsend a bit, because he’s also written a guest post called The Allure of Horror…Why We Love to be Frightened?

I do, indeed, love to be frightened, and Mr. Townsend makes a lot of sense in his guest post. Now, back to his book! It caught my interest mainly because the speculative world fascinates me, and in Book of Death—witches, wizards, and fairy godmothers are real. Wouldn’t it be thrilling to live in a world where fantasy creatures and myths from long ago were actually part of our history? I mean, they are part of our history, but imagine a world where the world governments utilized magic as a weapon and/or to help others.

Check out the Book of Death!

Title:  Book of Death

Author: S. Evan Townsend

Publisher:   World Castle Publishing

Length:  266 pages

Sub-Genres: Vampires, Paranormal Entities

 

 

BLURB:

They live among us. We know they are there. No government can control them; no authority can stop them. Some are evil. Some are good. All are powerful. They inhabit our myths and fairy tales. But what if they were real, the witches, wizards, and fairy godmothers? What if they were called “adepts” and were organized into guilds for mutual protection and benefit? And what if some of them discovered a power that other adepts could not match.

During the turbulent 1960s, when American adept Peter Branton agrees to go to Transylvania for the CIA, he suspects it’s not about ball bearings as he was told. What he finds is a plot that could kill millions of people and plunge the world into eternal tyranny and bloodshed. Branton doesn’t know it, but he’s about to face the adept guilds’ worst nightmare: practicing necromancers with a taste for human blood.

EXCERPT :

I’d never seen this type of meta before. At least I assumed that’s what it was, as the wooden man inexorably walked toward me with a creak of moving wood, like tree branches in a heavy wind. It was raising its arms for another blow so I stepped back and shot an airbolt at it. I heard wood crack, but that didn’t stop it. It swung again and its wooden fist pounded into my face, knocking me down and back on the sidewalk. Somewhere I heard screams and yells. A guy sitting on the sidewalk, his back to a storefront, muttered, “Wow, bad trip, man.”

The Indian was bending over, its face expressionless except for the painted-on peace sign as it seemed to prepare for another attack. I shot fire at it, assuming old dry wood would ignite easily, and it did: the hippie dress went up in flames, and now the monster was a burning mass, still attacking me. It smacked me again with a flaming arm and I suffered from both the impact and the burns. Nearly screaming, I scrambled away on hands and knees. I don’t think I’d ever been that scared. Still it came, oblivious to the fact it was on fire.

A motorcycle cop I hadn’t noticed jumped off his bike, pulled his service revolver, and shot it into the Indian with six cracks of bullets being fired. It had no effect other than sending burning splinters of wood flying. The cop suddenly looked frightened, and was gripping his billy club but taking no further action.

People were screaming loudly now. I looked around, looking for an escape. If I could teleport away I might escape, but I could see no clear place to teleport to. Briefly I wondered what happened to Ernestine and if she were safe. I didn’t sense the presence of another adept, but I didn’t really have the ability to be quiet enough to do so. I just hoped she was okay.

The burning Indian smacked me again, hard, in the chest and I felt as if my feet left the ground as I was knocked into a car’s side. I heard and felt sheet metal crumple and knew I’d hit the car hard. My vision was going gray. But I realized my shirt was on fire and that kept me from passing out; if I passed out I was probably dead. I pulled water from the air to douse the fire, but this took time and the Indian was on me again, even though it was moving very slowly.

I wondered if I’d survive until the wooden Indian had been consumed by the flames. It hit me again, knocking me to the sidewalk. There was an unpleasant smell and I realized my hair was burning. I used my bare hand to pat out the flames. This gave the Indian time to hit me again, hard. It almost felt as if I flew through the air and was slapped painfully to the sidewalk, the Indian still lumbering toward me.

In desperation I shot another airbolt at it. It must have been on the verge of falling apart because that hit blew it into flaming pieces that scattered over the street and also hit me, burning my skin or singeing my clothes. But it was no longer attacking.

The Allure of Horror…Why We Love to be Frightened?

I have a confession.  I’m a 52-year-old man who refuses to watch/read anything that has to do with horror.   And I blame that on Lassie.

Yes, Lassie, the cute collie who was always rescuing Timmy after he fell down the well.  The problem was, if you started watching an episode of Lassie, you knew something bad was going to happen: Timmy is going to fall down the well.  And when I was a kid, anticipating the bad just drove me nuts.  And I hated it.  And I still do to this day.

Now as an adult I can watch bloody, violent movies if they are action-based but not horror based.  I think the last time I had a visceral reaction to something violent I saw in a movie was in Eastern Promises when a man gets stabbed (bloodily) in an eye.  But that was okay because I didn’t have to spend ten minutes worrying about when he was going to get stabbed in the eye.

So it’s the foreshadowing that does it, and that’s what horror does.  It builds up anticipation of something bad happening and then . . . it happens (usually) and I hate that anticipation.  In the Johnny Cash bio-pic Walk the Line, his older brother is sawing wood on a machine with a huge circular saw blade.  And you just knew something awful was going to happen (and it did).  I was very uncomfortable until the awful thing happened.  I hate the anticipation of the awful thing: the bad.

But a lot of people love horror.  And I think it’s the same reason a lot of people (including me) love rollercoasters.  You get scared, your heart gets pumping, the adrenaline courses through your veins, but you know in reality you are safe.  Getting scared safely makes us feel more alive.    As Winston Churchill is reputed to have said, “Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.”  That’s probably true and horror, or rollercoasters, are as close as many of us are going to get.  Or want to get.

The allure of horror is the ability to get the heart pumping without the added fear of being in actual danger.  Maybe there’s something in our DNA that wants to be running from the saber-toothed tiger that we can’t get in modern life with its health and safety emphasis.  Me, I drive fast (sometimes on a racetrack) which isn’t as safe as rollercoasters and scary movies.  Others do rollercoasters.  And a lot of people watch or read horror.  I’m just not one of that last group.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

S. Evan Townsend has been called ‘America’s Unique Speculative Fiction Voice.’ Evan is a writer living in central Washington State. After spending four years in the U.S. Army in the Military Intelligence branch, he returned to civilian life and college to earn a B.S. in Forest Resources from the University of Washington. In his spare time he enjoys reading, driving (sometimes on a racetrack), meeting people, and talking with friends. He is in a 12-step program for Starbucks addiction. Evan lives with his wife and has three grown sons. He enjoys science fiction, fantasy, history, politics, cars, and travel.

Author Links:

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/Gnike_j2KSI

Websitehttp://sevantownsend.blogspot.com/

Blog:  http://www.radioactivecommunistzombies.com/writers_thoughts/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/S-Evan-Townsend/120699138076862https://www.facebook.com/adeptseriesbook3

Doesn’t this look like a great read? I’ve already added it to my TBR list!

Have a question or comment for Mr. Townsend? Feel free to post away.

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Something Wicked Comes to the Noracast!

Something Wicked Comes to the Noracast!

Something Wicked Comes….bringing Zombies, Werewolves, Vampires, Ghosts, Witches and more.  Oh My!  What is this wicked thing?  Why a month long blogging event celebrating all books paranormal, supernatural, or Halloween related.  Every day during the month of October there will be several stops.  Each blogger will be featuring a favorite paranormal book and offering it for a giveaway.  Think of it as a month long Blog Trick or Treating Event…

 

Will Spook For Books!

Thanks to Heidi@Rainy Day Ramblings and Babbling About Books, October will be a month filled with Halloween magic, amazing books, and prizes galore. Check out the entire schedule for the Something Wicked Comes Giveaway/Hop! Entering is easy. Simply leave a comment with your email info. Feel free to suggest one of your favorite books to others, offer up a Halloween party tip, or just say,”Hello!” Random.org will be used to choose a winner from the total number of comments received. This giveaway begins 10/10/2012 and ends 10/18/2012.

To get you in the mood for a bit of creepiness and all things Halloween, enjoy…

Archaic Mystique
By Nora Weston

eyes full of cerulean blue
sparkling with a hypnotic gleam,
lures innocence to skim a darkened fate
where every chilled breath is stolen

no matter, she cannot resist
his pale white flesh sculpted from below
corrupted beauty dangerous and cursed
contagious…contemptible, yet craved

maybe it was the spiced autumn air,
or possibly the glazed red moon
maybe it was modern day witches
or ghosts bought from Dollar Zone

no treating, just tricking of a mystical kind
a kind with a bite sure to please
forever the master of illusion
on All Hallows’ Eve

                                                                            

Now for the goodies! Up for grabs at the Noracast is my supernatural thriller The Twelfth Paladin, and a box filled with Halloween decorations and party items, plus a $15.00 Amazon Gift Code. (US/Canada entries) The Twelfth Paladin is available in print, e-book, or Kindle versions. This twisted tale takes Jake Cottrell for the ride of his life as he falls into hellish chaos by way of a dangerous email that invites Jake to play with wickedness. Let’s keep this an International Event! If someone outside of the US/Canada is the winner, he/she will receive The Twelfth Paladin (print, e-book, or Kindle versions) and a $20.00 Gift Code from the Book Depository.

The Twelfth Paladin

Good against evil battles as an angel, demons, and a temptress extraordinaire, named Rachel Darnell, vie for the soul of Jake Cottrell. Jake foolishly dares Hell to burn him. Hell agrees.

Scarred with angelfire by a rebellious angel, named Micah, Jake Cottrell is sanctioned to become the twelfth paladin in Micah’s supernatural unit of slayers. However, regret abounds as Micah is banished and ordered to protect what he now despises…a human he believes is unworthy of such an honor. Never fear, Jake is a seeker of mischief who soars on a blistering blacktop to escape the wrath of Hell while he transforms into the twelfth paladin.

The Twelfth Paladin is for you if…

  •  you adore mischievous, strong-willed heroes who learn things the hard way, but have a heart of gold. Did I mention Jake is super-hot, absolutely a mouthwatering specimen?
  • villains, like Rachel Darnell…a gorgeous temptress extraordinaire from Hell, intrigue you because of her unsurpassed beauty and supernatural power, plus her insatiable need to possess Jake just might damn him forever.
  • a thrill comes your way while reading about battles between good and evil, especially if a mighty angel is involved who manages to get himself banished from heaven.
  • you like to laugh! Yes, winning a supernatural battle—saving one’s soul is super serious business, but The Twelfth Paladin has feisty characters all willing and able to bring a smile to your face.
  • lust, murder, and revenge are a trio you can’t do without. (I mean in books!)
  • an uncontrollable desire for someone you should not crave sounds exciting, despite what all logic says, then The Twelfth Paladin is a novel for you! Check out The Twelfth Paladin on Amazon for reviews HERE.

 

More FUN for you because you also WIN…

Happy Ghouls/2, Photo Cut-out Decorations (snake, spider, pumpkin, cat, rat, skull), Party cups/14ct, Paper Plates/20ct, Napkins/20ct, Stickers/200ct, Foam Shapes/8ct, Halloween Door Cover/1ct, Happy Halloween Garland/60in, Spider Web/1bag, Happy Halloween Bag/1, Plastic Skull Glasses/2ct

Let’s get this party started, enter! Please remember your email info.

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