HAPPY HALLOWEEN SNARKOLOGISTS!! and Welcome to Karen Greco author of HELL'S BELLE

Welcome to the last day of the Snarkology Halloween Blog Hop - what a blast! Don't forget to check out the excerpt from Hell's Belle below by Karen Greco and hop along to the next blog stop!

Hell's Belle
Karen Greco

Genre: Urban Fantasy

ISBN: 1484830202

Number of pages: 238
Word Count: 74,722

Book Description:

Half-vampire, half-human, Nina Martinez spent most of her life underground as part of an elite secret team of government agents who quietly take down rogue monsters -- the human world none the wiser.

She moves back to her hometown of Providence, RI to keep an eye on the recent uptick in supernatural activity, and to help run the bar she co-owns with her aunt. Her attempt at a “regular” life, not to mention a budding relationship with smoking hot FBI agent Max, is cut short because of a string of ritual murders targeting the city's community of witches.

But Nina's investigation unearths deadly secrets from her long buried parents. Now the target of supernatural assassins, could Nina be the most dangerous vampire hybrid to ever exist? No wonder she can’t get a date.

An urban fantasy set in a decaying Providence, Rhode Island, HELL'S BELLE is a fast-paced, adrenaline-fueled roller-coaster ride through a city on the cusp of becoming an urban wasteland. An energetic, expansive, and cinematic, HELL'S BELLE was called "captivating" by Kirkus Reviews.

Book Chick City gave it 5-stars, calling it "one of the best urban fantasies I have read this year!"

About the Author:

An award-winning playwright, Karen Greco has spent close to twenty years in New York City, working in publicity and marketing for the entertainment industry.

A life-long obsession with exorcists and Dracula drew her to urban fantasy, where she can decapitate characters with impunity. HELL'S BELLE is her first novel.

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Snarkology Halloween Blog Hop Day TWO!

Welcome to Day 2 of the Snarkology Paranormal Blog Hop! You are in the right place!

Great blogs! Awesome prizes!

Favorite Halloween Movies you CAN'T watch -

I've been taping tons of movies to watch with my husband and/or the kids. But some movies are just TOO much. My prime example is Cujo - I just can't watch that or come to think of it add Pet Cemetery to the list. I have a crazy love for animals and can't watch them go bad, grow old, get injured, be abused...nothing!

So OUT is:
Cujo and Pet Cemetary

Leave me a comment and tell me what crosses the line for you? What makes your skin crawl or makes you get up and leave the room?

I should probably post my top five FAV movies that I love to watch every year too:
1. Halloween - the original!
2. Scream - all the cameos - awesome!
3. ANY Night of the Living Dead - zombies have made a comeback - hurrah!
4. Goosebumps - I'll watch ANY of them with my kiddies and lots of popcorn :)
5.  Signs - this movie spooked me out the first time I watched it and I still love it!

My husband said to add the Hellraiser series on his behalf :) 

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No Shelter from Darkness

Please welcome Mark D. Evans and with his new 
paranormal/horror book - very very cool - thanks for stopping by Mark!

No Shelter From Darkness
The Cruentus Saga
Book One
Mark D. Evans

My review: No Shelter From Darkness takes us into the world of Beth Wade during WWII. The book merges the struggles of wartime London with a delicious tale of a coming of age vampire. The historical depictions are well-researched and blended nicely into the story. Flawed characters and a flowing plot - this is a great read from debut author Mark Evans!

Genre: Paranormal, Horror

Publisher: Booktrope

ISBN: 978-1620151396

Number of pages: 304

Cover Artist: Greg Simanson

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Book Description:

“Her hands began to shake as she looked down wide-eyed at the blood-soaked cotton that covered her.”

London emerges from the Blitz, and every corner of the city bears the scars. In the East End—a corner fairing worse than most—thirteen year-old Beth Wade endures this new way of life with her adoptive family. She also suffers the prejudice against her appearance, an abiding loneliness and now the trials of adolescence. But with this new burden comes a persisting fatigue and an unquenchable thirst that ultimately steals her into unconsciousness . . .

What happens next is the start of something Beth will fear more than the war itself. She begins to change in ways that can’t be explained by her coming-of-age, none more frightening than her need to consume blood. The family who took her in and the former best friend who’s taken refuge in their house can never know. Aware of the danger she poses to everyone around her, Beth has never felt more alone. But someone else knows Beth’s secret . . . someone who understands just how different she really is. He alone can decrypt her past and explain her future. But he’s been sworn to destroy her kind, and as Beth grows ever more dangerous, he’s forced to take sides.

Can Beth keep all of the secrets? Can she trust a man sworn to kill her? And can she stop the vampire within from taking her humanity?

Short Excerpt:

Beth breathed furiously. She was exhausted, but the air she breathed had a new scent to it. It stopped her short. Her insides jumped in excitement at the rusty metallic scent. Her jaw twitched and her body flinched. She spun her head around, toward the aroma. Oliver had felt his way back to the uneven wall and leant against it cradling his arm. He sobbed and whimpered, while looking aimlessly at it. Beth could see what he couldn’t: a jagged edge of bone poking out from his forearm. He was slightly sheltered under the broken floorboards above him, and the rain wasn’t washing away the blood that now oozed freely. Beth didn’t need to see everything. She could smell it.
Beautiful, delicious, unparalleled and unbeatable human blood.
Her head tipped forward. Her nose flared involuntarily and her lips snarled into a sadistic smile. She felt the four pointed canines being pushed out; unsheathed. The tip of her tongue curled under one of the two fangs that slid down. Her heart deafened the rain and the approaching bombers. Almost subconsciously, she lowered herself into a half-crouch, ready to pounce, and though her nails were trimmed short, her fingers curled into claws. She couldn’t even feel the hole in her palm any more. She felt nothing at all except raging bloodlust. Her brother leant there sobbing, oblivious to the bloodthirsty creature no more than a yard away that wanted nothing more than to cover everything with his precious life force. To swim in his blood.
Beth could almost taste it.

About the Author:

MARK D. EVANS was born near London, England. He graduated university with a degree in something not even remotely connected with writing and went on to become a successful consultant. Then he threw it all away to chase his dream of being an author, via a considerable amount of travelling. Today, his life largely resembles that of a nomad, and he can currently be found typing away in a tiny flat in north London, sustained by coffee.

He is the author of two short stories, one of which made it into a Kindle Top Ten.

His latest work is his debut novel, No Shelter from Darkness, which is the first book in his series, The Cruentus Saga.

Visit Mark online:

Twitter: @TheMarkDEvan

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Welcome L.A. Kelley - author of The Naughty List! FREE ON KINDLE THRU 10/19!

Who wants to win a great pair of Halloween earrings??
 Just leave a comment on your favorite answer from the interview (psst - I vote for number 10!)

Please welcome L.A. Kelley to Quill or Pill today:

First off - my standard - get-to-know-ya author questions...(drum roll please...)

1.  How would your mother describe you in one word?

2. What is your favorite flower?
Strangely enough, I like the common daisy. It’s strong and tough with a touch of delicacy. You don’t need to fuss over a daisy. I like people the same way.

3. What is the most insane question you’ve ever been asked?
“You very nice pritty, so we fren, okay?” It came in a note thrown by a creepy waiter in a dive bar in Spain. It was not okay and we did not become fren. As a matter of fact, I got the hell out of there.

4. What word in the English language do you wish you had invented?

5. Where would you like to live?
I’ve never been one for heat and humidity, but ended up in Florida. Although, I can’t say the weather agrees with me, Florida is a good place for writing fantasy since every aspect of Mother Nature here is evil and tries to kill you. We have hurricanes, tornados, floods, brushfires, and giant sinkholes that will drag you to hell without even time to pack a change of underwear. With the most deaths, we’re even known as the Lightning Capital of the US. Not the Cute Fluffy Puppy capital, mind you. We’re the Sudden and Painful Death from the Sky Capital. All in all, I guess I’ll stay…but indoors.

6. What is the first quote that comes to your mind?
When you’re in jail a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, “Damn, that was fun.”…..Groucho Marx.

7.  What do you miss about your childhood?
Getting into a Junior size.

8. What is the main fault in your character?
I tend to write heroines and heroes who lead with their hearts instead of their heads. This quality causes them to jump into situations without analyzing the consequences. Results can be dangerous, deadly, humorous, or just plain odd. Quirky situations work with my writing because I try to add humor wherever I can. Life is too short to be depressed.

9.  Who is your favorite historical figure?
As far as literary figures, I vote for Jane Austen. Mr. Darcy is still the paragon by which I measure all heroes in historical romances. Had I been around back in the day, I would have hosted a lovely supper for Jane and friends. After which Jane and I would have linked arms, promenaded around the parlor, and made catty social commentary about the other guests. Scandalous!
As far as historical figures, a few of my favorite women are Captain Grace Hopper, Jackie Cochran, Barbara Jordan, and Nellie Bly. You may not have heard of any of them; women still get short shrift in history, but they’re all fascinating and worth checking out. I’d host another party, but bend the rules and also invite Stephanie Kwolek. She’s the inventor of Kevlar and still alive. Anyone who has a friend or loved one in the police or military owes her a round of applause.

10. Describe how you kiss in one word.
Mullet, like the hairstyle.  All business up front and on the side, party in the rear. (All right that’s just weird. I have no idea what I’m saying.)

11. Finish this sentence: “Happiness is a thing called…”
Death by Chocolate

The Naughty List Blurb:

Not your mama’s Christmas story unless she had too much egg nog or was born with a cheeky sense of humor.

Murder, mystical artifacts, an invisible demon with anger management issues, and an overbearing cupid—not what Rosalie Thatcher wished for on her Christmas list.

The holidays had always been a magical time for Rosalie, but not this year. Stephanie, her new manager at Penrose’s Department Store, is determined to make this season the most profitable in the store’s history, even if it sucks the life out of every employee. Introducing arbitrary rules and stealing the affections of Anthony, the cute temp Santa, were bad enough, but forcing Rosalie into the stupid elf hat was the worst. The worst, that is, until she meets a real E.L.F. (Elemental Life Form) named David and gets lassoed into a desperate hunt for the stolen Naughty and Nice List. Now all Rosalie and David must do is dodge a murderous invisible demon and recover the missing artifact before hellhounds track them down.  The couple race against time for without the magical guidance of the Naughty and Nice List, the world will tumble toward eternal chaos.

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David sunk wearily into a chair in the break room, cradling a disposable cup in his hands. He appropriated the stale coffee from the pot someone forgot to empty out and clean. He barely noticed the bitter taste. Ten minute break…ten minutes was all he needed. The caffeine would keep him on his feet another couple of hours. He rubbed his eyes, willing away the crushing fatigue. Night after night David wandered Penrose’s four floors in a fruitless search, pulling open boxes, checking under counters. Although the nagging pull continued to graze his senses, The Book was nowhere to be found. He’d come no closer to pinning down the location than when he arrived. The mystical connection now appreciably slackened under his mental touch. David’s stomach knotted up in fear. Soon the link would disappear forever. Something alluded him—some special storage area, some door he hadn’t opened. Why couldn’t he find The Book?
In frustration, David drained the last of the coffee. He flung the cup to the wastebasket, overshot, and hit the corkboard on the wall. A clipboard crashed to the floor. He stifled a curse. Bending down to pick it up, his eyes strayed over the top sheet. “Motivation Memo from Stephanie Crowder to all Employees,” he read. “Below are daily reports from Sneaky Shoppers.” Oh brother, Stephanie is a real piece of work. She has her own secret police. He snorted in amusement scanning the list of ridiculous infractions.
“Now, now, Rosalie Thatcher of Customer Service,” he muttered. “Two transgressions—you’ll never get off the Naughty List with that attitude. Imagine, not remembering to say have a special holly jolly holly-day at Penrose’s. I see you were also caught without an elf hat.”
Elf hat?
His lips twitched in an involuntary grin. His dad would appreciate the joke. As David replaced the clipboard, he suddenly remembered Rosalie. She was the girl he followed to the security office. The picture of the young brunette with a friendly natural smile popped into his mind. A smile like that couldn’t be faked. She liked people. She liked her job. He wondered how she felt about Penrose’s now.
David experienced a rush of guilt. All around the atmosphere had changed. He was super-sensitive to the yuletide. Magic in the air, holiday spirit, whatever—there was always something indefinably optimistic about this time of year. Even as a kid, before he understood family responsibilities, he sensed the truth. As easily as he now sensed the diminished effect of The Book. Whatever goodwill the season stirred up rapidly faded. Hard-working people like Rosalie paid the price of his stupid mistake.
The young man slipped out of the break room. He had enough time left to make one quick circuit of the first floor before staff trickled in. He worked from the front of Penrose’s to the back corner, ending up at Customer Service. For an instant, his spirits rose. A large box stashed underneath the counter wasn’t there the last time he checked. He ripped off the top, pawing through the contents. Fingering the garish green material, David didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The oversize ears stuck out like a genetic experiment gone horribly wrong. The lining felt like steel wool. Had the holiday spirit been reduced to this?
A wave of despair enveloped him. “I’m so sorry, Rosalie.”On impulse, David reached into his pocket. He pulled out a gold-wrapped chocolate bar saved for later, swiped from a stash hidden in the store manager’s office. David scribbled on a sticky pad and pressed the note to the wrapper. He slipped the candy under the counter just before a sudden murmur of voices broke the silence. The staff had arrived. He ducked behind a rack of clothing in the back as a girl walked up to the counter, an elf hat tucked under her arm.
“Ears, Rosalie.”
She halted in mid-stride. A sharply dressed twentysomething in a skin tight pencil skirt swooped down on her. To get a better view, David carefully eased back the clothes hanging in front of his face. He saw Rosalie’s fingers clenched around the hat. He chuckled to himself. She’s pissed, but hides her aggravation well. Sadhri would definitely approve of her self-control.
“Stephanie,” Rosalie stated calmly, “the hats are extremely uncomfortable. Everyone hates them.”
“Nonsense, they’re fine.”
“If you simply try one on you’ll see—”
“I don’t have to. I know they’re fine. The hats put people in the holiday spirit and cheerful people spend more money.” Stephanie examined her perfect French manicure. “So close to Christmas is an awful time to be out of work.” Rosalie jammed the hat on her head without another word. “Excellent,” cooed Stephanie. “Keep that attitude up and your name will stop appearing on the Motivation Memo.” Without another word, she flounced off.
David knew he should dash-away. Every moment in the open was risky, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Rosalie in the idiotic hat. What would she do?
The young woman leaned against the counter glaring after Stephanie. She bobbled her head back and forth and spouted in a falsetto sing-song:
“I’m a special elf from Penrose’s
I wear the special hat
You are not a special elf
You’re a dirty rat
You don’t belong at Penrose’s
You don’t know how to play
Wiggle your tight ass out of here
Damn you, go away.”
David snorted. Rosalie stiffened and turned around.
“Who’s there?” she called.

 Thanks for visiting Linda - much appreciated!