#Free Scares for Friday #supernatural short story

Hi folks. I hope you’re having a good day. I am so far. Just wanted to pop in here and let you know I’m having a little giveaway. My historically-set dark fantasy short story House of Cards (Reign of Tarot #1) is Free on all Amazon venues today. If you’re in trouble, (and can’t call the Ghostbusters!) can you really bargain with fate and win? That’s what Sinjon (the hero of this story) is about to find out. Does he? You’ll have to read to find out!! House of Cards cover art

AN HISTORICAL PARANORMAL, TAROT-INSPIRED SHORT STORY

Can you gamble with Fate?

A young nobleman and tarot reader flees the Reign of Terror in 18th century France to find himself dragged into a hellish underworld wherein he is put on trial by a demon tribunal for crimes he never committed. Can he escape his fate, one worse than the guillotine?

Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for some edits for editing the follow up to House of Cards. (yes, there will be a follow-up). The second installment will be along…when it’s along. Until then, you can pick it up today for free, here. I hope you enjoy Sinjon’s story.

Blog Tour for VOICES by Clarissa Johal

Our friend, paranormal author Clarissa Johal has returned with a spooky new novel, VOICES. Read on for a little about the book. It looks intriguing, so do read on. Oh, and there’s a giveaway at the end of this post so don’t miss that. Without further ado, Clarissa, take it away.

 

Follow the tour (link to schedule is below) to read exclusive excerpts, guest posts, and spotlights.

“Sometimes the ghosts from your past…are real.” Continue reading

#KindleFreebie Friday

So, it was a very busy morning, but I wanted to pop in here and tell y’all my Gothic short story Sing a Mournful Melody is Free today, Friday, January 23, on Amazon.

Synopsis:

Sing a Mournful Melody, Gothic, short story

Available at Amazon–Kindle Select

At the turn of the 20th century, tragedy has left Maribelle grief-stricken. After her beloved husband is murdered, his body disappears from his crypt. Worse, ghostly voices call from the widow’s Graphophone. Is she losing her mind, or does something wicked this way come?

The story was recently called, “Very atmospheric and nicely crafted. Something to read whilst partaking of coffee by the fire but perhaps not just before bedtime ;-)” by reviewer Bodicia at A Woman’s Wisdom and “A wonderfully creepy little story.” by reviewer Kelly of Reading the Paranormal.

Thank you, Ladies!

If you’d like it, you can get  here:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-story-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-story-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-story-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

Amazon France: http://www.amazon.fr/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-English-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

Amazon Germany: http://www.amazon.de/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-English-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

Amazon Italy: http://www.amazon.it/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-English-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

Amazon Brazil: http://www.amazon.com.br/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-English-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

And if you need it, Japan: http://www.amazon.co.jp/MOURNFUL-MELODY-Gothic-short-English-ebook/dp/B00PF0IQWY

Pick up your copy and if you enjoy this short story please consider leaving a review. I hope you enjoy this spooky offering! Have a great weekend!

 

 

Enjoy!

And now for some #free #reads…

For something a little different, today, I have a freebie for you. A little taste of something old(er) and a little darker, for your  Friday. My short story House of Cards is free today. To get it, go here.

For a little about the short story:

House of Cards, supernatural fantasy story by Juli D. RevezzoYou can’t escape Fate….

A young nobleman escapes the Reign of Terror in 18th century France to find himself dragged into an even worse fate–a hellish underworld wherein he is cajoled and put on trial by a demon tribunal for crimes he never committed. Can he answer thwart his fate, one worse than the guillotine?

Reviewers have called it: “a quick, fun, and creepy read. I recommend it!” and “a refreshing take on the typical fantasy hero.”~Lizzy’s Dark Fiction


Yes it was one of my first (published–and I say that because I’ve dabbled in it in unpublished works for years) historically set fantasy tales. It later blossomed into a series, and a full book. One that I am revising as we speak. The first round of edits will commence after that. So the follow-up should see release…sometime in the first quarter of next year (I hope. If all goes well). I don’t have a share-able synopsis yet, but will in the near future.  For now, the short story HOUSE OF CARDS is free on Amazon. But hurry, because the free day ends tomorrow night! I hope you enjoy it! :) Reviews and of course placement on your Good Reads To Be Read lists are welcome.

New release: Do you sing a mournful melody?

As an addendum to my last post, I have a new release! Entitled “Sing A Mournful Melody” it’s a piece I have been sitting on for quite a while.   Thanks to my mentor, Patty G. Henderson, it finally sees the light of day. :) Set in 1900, it is a short historical Gothic fantasy–with vampires. :) Yes, yes, I know, but I couldn’t resist. My heroine (Maribelle) needed someone extraordinary to…well, you’ll have to read it yourself to see what she needs him for.

Cover art: Continue reading

Scratch til it bleeds…A little flash fiction

Best laid plans and all…

I was going to participate in a “call” for flash fiction awhile ago that I saw on one of my author groups, but you know…I just kept coming up with stuff that didn’t work. It was either longer than I think the call-er takes (the guidelines asked for 300 words) or it didn’t end happily. ;) So, for your giggles, here’s what I came up with.

The picture for the prompt looked something like this:

cowboys, flash fiction, shapeshifter fiction, shape shifter fiction, paranormal

Note the fact that the dude has no hair on his chest (or at least I don’t see any in the picture). Looking at this, a little shapeshifter story popped into my head for your Halloween reading pleasure. It goes something like this: (**Might have a bit of language some of you might consider offensive. Be warned).

Scratch til it bleeds

Once king of the Known Savanna the humans bested him. He couldn’t remember now how it happened.

The concubine’s soulless eyes swept over them; one after another she scrutinized the men standing in line with him.

Balless twits the lot of them. And every one of them shaved clean. He’d never known such a shifter pride to be so chicken. Every one of the shifters beside him exuded an arrogance he didn’t deserve. Did they see what they’d given up for a chance in her bed?

He kicked himself for he followed the example. Pride, survival? T’was a hard call.

His skin itched from the shave he’d given himself trying to blend in with the conqueror. Foolish move, that. He’d give anything right now, to scratch! But she watched. And he wouldn’t let her know she’d won. Be still. Overlooked. Freedom awaits!

“You!” she said.

He touched his hat. “Ma’am.” Damn. Caught. Time was, he’d crept across the savanna like a hunter, not the hunted. You’ve grown weak, son.

She pointed at him.

The guards grabbed his arms and escorted him into her quarters. Opulence oozed from the walls, but the furs gracing the bed and marble floor made him shiver. Lion, leopard. His kin.

His skin itched as his fur wiggled beneath the human facade. He couldn’t help himself; he drew his sheared-short fingernails across his chest. Damn playing a human was hard!

She shut the door and slid out of her robes, standing naked before him.

“Really, now.” She stalked closer, as if he were the prey and she the lioness in tall grass. “Why do you scratch?”

He gave her a cheeky grin. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

She removed his hat, pushed him down on the bed, and stripped him of his jeans.  Her caressing hands made it hard to concentrate.

She kept missing the right spot!

His lush golden fur wouldn’t be contained; as it slipped through his skin relief flooded him.  “That’s why,” he said.

She screamed bloody murder… His claws came out…

He dropped her corpse and scratched, sighing relief. Satisfied, he picked up his hat, wondering, were the thin blood streaks across his chest from her claws, or his?

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Hehe. I hope you enjoyed this little bit of flash fiction

copyright 2014, Juli D. Revezzo

*Sorry. I do not know the photographer of the above cowboy. It was just provided as part of the prompt.