Claire C. Riley
Social Media
  • Home
  • Blog
  • MC Romance Series
    • Ride or Die #1
    • Ride Or Die #2
    • The Nomads
  • Odium The Dead Saga Series
    • Odium I
    • Odium 0.5 The Dead Saga
    • Odium 1.5 The Dead Saga Origin Stories
    • Odium II The Dead Saga
    • Odium 2.5 The Dead Saga Origin Stories
    • Odium III: The Dead Saga
    • Odium IV The Dead Saga
    • Odium V: The Dead Saga
    • Odium VI
  • Dystopian/Thriller/Horror
  • Paranormal Romance Books
    • Limerence Trailer
    • Love For Limerence
    • Limerence GIF'S & Concept Art
    • Limerence II - The Obsession Series Blurb
  • Co-authored works & charity anthologies
    • Co-Authored Works
  • Co-Authored Book Promo/Fan Art

Week Of The Undead 2014 Presents: Shana Festa

25/10/2014

1 Comment

 
Picture
Shana Festa grew up in the small town of Northborough Massachusetts. As an impressionable tike, she shared in her father's love for Horror, and spent most of her childhood hiding under the blankets worrying what nightmarish creature lurked in her closet. She grew up on a healthy diet of classics like Nightmare on Elm Street, Return of the Living Dead, American Werewolf in London, Child’s Play and Poltergeist. 

Her writing career was born from her long-time addiction to terrifying tales. Under her alter ego, The Bookie Monster, Shana reviews horror and paranormal books, with an emphasis on zombie fiction. Her altruistic beliefs fuse seamlessly with The Bookie Monster's mission to provide readers with honest reviews and to provide authors with a platform to promote their labors of love.

Shana holds a degree in nursing and now resides in Cape Coral, Florida with her husband and two adorable dogs. In addition to her apocalyptic series, TIME OF DEATH, she is a founding member of AT HELL'S GATES, a horror anthology series dedicated to supporting the brave men and women of our Armed Forces through the Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund.

Social Media Links

Author Website | The Bookie Monster | Twitter | The Bookie Monster Facebook

Author/Book Facebook | Google+ | Pinterest | Goodreads


Shana Festa Interview

What do you do when you’re not writing about the end of days?

I am a registered nurse. I made the move from psych to nursing informatics in 2013 and love that I get to use my degree and my love for technology and data. Also in 2013, my alter ego, The Bookie Monster was formed. TBM provides a platform for both the reading and writing communities. We give honest, unbiased opinions of horror and dark fiction titles, and provide authors a platform to share their work.

Author…Blogger…Nurse…and Zombie Lover.

Tell us about your latest book?

Title: Time of Death: Induction
Picture
Brief run down in your own words

The zombie apocalypse has never been snarkier! Think Janet Evanovich meets The Walking Dead. (Available Now)

Anything in particular that you want to say about it? Where did you get the inspiration from? Favourite characters? Tell us something unusual.

I am a total dog nut. Anyone that's read Induction will tell you, Daphne steals the spotlight from my main character, Emma. I do indeed have my own Daphne, and I promise…she is written true to life. Many readers enjoy the realism I've injected into my writing. My main character is inspired by my personality and experiences. (Sadly, chapter one, Code Brown, really happened!) And most secondary characters are based of the important people in my life.

Picture
Here's Daphne
What are you working on next and when can we expect to get our greedy little mitts on it?

Asylum, Book Two Synopsis: Available December 9th! 

Time Of Death: Induction: Synopsis & Purchase Links

Picture
When nowhere is safe to hide, where do you go to escape the monsters?

In a few short days, 37 year old Emma Rossi’s hard work will finally pay off. She will don her cap and gown and graduate with a degree in nursing, but not before she loses her first patient and is confronted with a new reality. In Cape Coral, Florida, a storm approaches.  The dead are coming back to life.

And they’re hungry.

Infection ravages the Eastern Seaboard with alarming speed while attempts to contain the spread of infection fail. Within days, a small pocket of panicked survivors are all that remain of civilization. Fighting to survive the zombie apocalypse alongside her husband Jake and their dog Daphne, Emma comes face-to-face with her worst nightmare.

Relying on snarky wit and sheer determination, she is forced to commit atrocious acts to protect her family and avoid joining the ranks of the undead. 

Purchase Links
Time Of Death:Induction USA

Time of Death:Induction UK

Time Of Death: Induction: Excerpt

Officer Donnelly, according to the name badge located over his left breast pocket, pulled himself together and said, “You need to get somewhere safe. The main parts of town have been overrun with…whatever this is.” He waved his gun hand in the direction of the dead body. “Stay inside, lock your doors and do not open them for anyone. And if you can’t stay hidden, if they get in, get in your car and drive.”

“Where? If town isn’t safe, where can we go?” I was shaking all over as Jake helped me to my feet, and my words came out as a stutter.

The cop looked up at me sullenly. “I don’t know.”

He walked back towards his car and was about to say something when we heard the sound of a blood-curdling scream coming from down the street. We all whipped around to face the noise and scanned the neighborhood. The screams continued for a few seconds, then nothing. I squinted to see in the distance and could make out a group of three people huddled on the ground in front of a house at the end of the street. I wiped the rain from my eyes and squinted as the scene came into focus. They were eating someone. Possibly someone we knew. They ripped at their victim like they were digging for buried treasure.

A scream escaped me as I raised my hands to cover my mouth. One of the huddled group snapped its head in the air, cocked it to one side and listened. It angled its neck back, and lifted its nose in the air. A short scream sounded further down the street and the head snapped to the left like a bird seeking prey. The zombie lumbered awkwardly to its feet, and began moving in the direction of the new noise.

The radio squawked from the police car, pulling us all from our rubbernecking trance, and I turned back to Officer Donnelly.

“Watch out!” I screamed.

Four figures had crested the embankment behind him. They were close enough to him that they would be on him in seconds. The first-a female-looked as if she had lost a battle with a wild animal. Wearing nothing but what once had been a pink negligee; her lower jaw had been torn right from her face. Blood dripped down her neck, staining the negligee, and her tongue, now black, was matted to the side of her neck. She emitted a dry rasping moan as she reached for him. He managed to get one shot off, taking her down, before the other three were on him.

He turned, only to land on the hood of his car and plead for help as he attempted to scratch his way over the hood to safety. His grip on the gun failed. It fell to the hood like a brick and slid off the front of the car into the mud. One of the monsters managed to get hold of his kicking legs and dragged him back. Officer Donnelly let out a howl of pain as its teeth sunk into the meaty skin of his calf. I saw his eyes then, staring straight into mine. Begging with an unspoken appeal to for help. Nails digging into the paint of the hood, he disappeared from view as they yanked him off the hood and began to feast.

I stumbled back and nearly fell over Jake as I backed away from the grisly scene. My head moved side to side like a yo-yo and I heard the splash of feet in a puddle to my right. Coming around the house was another one; it was leaning on the house as it walked towards me. One of its arms had been torn off at the elbow and its face was so mangled that I couldn’t decipher gender.

I grabbed Jake’s arm and ran to the front door. Slamming it hard and locking the dead bolt, I slid down to the ground with my back to the door. I was hyperventilating. My vision was blurry and I saw spots. I realized I was sobbing, and Jake had his arms around me making soft cooing noises to calm me down. He held me close and told me everything would be okay.

I shoved him away, fueled by a panicked rage. “Nothing is okay Jake. A man just got eaten on our front lawn. There are zombies running around eating people. So tell me, how the fuck will this be okay?”

Pushing him aside, I stood up and looked through the peephole. “Oh, God, no,” I whispered. A pack of them were heading straight for the door, trailed by a reanimated Officer Donnelly. The lower half of his leg had been ripped off, and the bone was jutting out from below his knee like someone had picked it clean. Daphne started to bark again, this time focused on the back of the house. I picked her up and turned to see a man standing at the sliding glass door. He didn’t try to open it with the handle. He just kept hitting the glass with his head; leaving smears of blood across the clean glass.

Spider web cracks were appearing in the glass and were spreading with each impact. At the same time, the group at the front door was causing the door frame to bow with the sheer force of their weight. “The doors won’t hold. We need to get to the garage!” As he said it, he grabbed me and looked me in the eyes. “Emma, we need to get out of here.”

We ran toward the garage, and made it to the kitchen before the glass door shattered. The zombie was in the house. Mere feet away, I could smell its decaying flesh as we ran for our lives. Blood oozed from a neck wound and it let out a wet gurgle.


Time Of Death: Asylum: Book 2 (Out December 9th)

Picture
Out 9th December 2014
The last two months have brought nothing but death and destruction for Emma Rossi. She survived the initial zombie outbreak with her husband, Jake, and their dog, Daphne, but the cost was steep: Sanibel has fallen.

In a world where the only constant is change, the group is pushed to their limits before reaching the gates of Asylum, a coastal stronghold in Sarasota, Florida.

Once again, Emma must navigate an apocalyptic wasteland filled with relentless hordes of the undead and other menacing horrors that threaten her survival.

Only thing is certain. No one is safe from what lurks on either side of Asylum's gates. Asylum may offer more than just safety.

Sanity will be tested; and many won't live to tell the tale.


At Hell's Gate Anthology

This collaboration is in honor of the brave men and women in our Armed Services who willingly lay down their lives for our freedom. Words could not possibly express our undying gratitude, so we have banded together, doing what we do best, to show our appreciation.  All proceeds from the sale of this anthology will go to The Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund, a non-profit organization whose sole purpose is to serve wounded soldiers and their families. This is for you, those who have truly been…At Hell’s Gates.

For more information on this release, future anthologies in the At Hell's Gates series, and how to get involved with the project as an author or editor, visit http://www.athellsgates.com.

For more information on The Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund, visit http://www.fallenheroesfund.org/.

Short Stories from seventeen of your favourite authors, and set in the worlds you know!

Picture
At Hell's Gate Website
At Hell's Gate
(Available Now)

When evil overflows from the deepest, fiery pits, the battle will be At Hell’s Gates…Whether you are a zombie aficionado, or you feed on horror, there is something for everyone. We’ve summoned some of the top Zompoc authors, masters in horror, and even some new talent to strike fear into even the most jaded soul. Dare you look, let alone approach, the dreaded gates?

Each skillfully crafted vignette showcases previously created worlds in the individual author’s works. If you’ve ever yearned for more back story or ached to learn what happened to a peripheral character; your wait is over.  But, as they say, “Be careful what you wish for”.  Once it has been seen, you cannot go back. And once infected; there is no cure.


Purchase Links

At Hell's Gate USA

At Hell's Gate UK



Finally...

Picture
COFFIN HOP is the ultimate horror author/artist/creator online event running annually from October 24-31 at COFFIN HOP

Come visit us October 24 - 31 to join hundreds of authors for seven full days of terror, mayhem, madness and unseemly shenanigans. Prizes and contests at every stop. Fiction, Fury and Fun!

Happy reading book whores!

Claire xxx
Don't forget to enter The Week Of The Undead Giveaway using the link below.

WEEK OF THE UNDEAD GIVEAWAY
1 Comment

Book Release: Shana Festa's Time Of Death Induction

1/6/2014

1 Comment

 
Picture
Shana Festa was born in Lincoln, Nebraska on October 17, 1976 and grew up in Northboro, Massachusetts. She currently lives in Cape Coral, Florida with her husband and two dogs, Daphne & Casey.

Shana is a registered nurse with clinical experience in mental health, geriatrics, HIV and substance abuse. In addition to her clinical background, Shana possesses over 15 years of experience with project management and data analytics.

She has been heavily involved in the collection and dissemination of the ICD-10 clinical and coding analytics across multiple projects including the NCHICA ICD-10 Pilot, the HIMSS WEDI ICD-10 Pilot and commercial testing programs.

Under her alter ego, The Bookie Monster, Shana reviews horror and paranormal books, with an emphasis on (but not limited to) zombie fiction. With a background in Psych Nursing, Shay brings her unique perspective to the online reading community.

Introducing her own zompoc story to the genre, Shana’s debut novel, Time of Death, is the first in a planned series and is scheduled for release May, 2014.

Social Media Links


Author Website | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Email Updates | 


Author Facebook | Google+ | Pinterest | Goodreads |


Time Of Death Synopsis 

When no one or nowhere is safe, where do you go to escape the monsters?

In a few short days, 37 year old Emma Rossi’s hard work will finally pay off. She will don her cap and gown and graduate with a degree in nursing, but not before she loses her first patient and is confronted with a new reality. In Cape Coral, Florida, a storm approaches.  The dead are coming back to life.

And they’re hungry.

Infection ravages the Eastern Seaboard with alarming speed while attempts to contain the spread of infection fail. Within days, a small pocket of panicked survivors are all that remain of civilization. Fighting to survive the zombie apocalypse alongside her husband Jake and their dog Daphne, Emma comes face-to-face with her worst nightmare.

Relying on snarky wit and sheer determination, she is forced to commit atrocious acts to protect her family and avoid joining the ranks of the undead.

Time of Death is author Shana Festa's full-length novel debut.


Time Of Death Cover

Picture
Link to virtual release party:TIME OF DEATH RELEASE PARTY
Come join the fun! We will be giving away a grand prize to the tag line winner (all day contest)

Mugs, Mousepads, Gift Cards, Bookmarks, Free copies of the book and possibly more!


Time Of Death Excerpt

Chapter 05: Buried Treasure


“In the midst of what is surely the worst storm Floridians have seen all year, we are getting reports of extreme violence throughout the community. Law enforcement officials recommend all non-essential personnel remain in their homes until what they are calling ‘civil disobedience’ has been contained. We have received news that St. Vincent’s hospital has been overrun with crazed citizens. Reports state that there has been an outbreak of what medical professionals have determined is a form of the rabies virus. Highly contagious through transmission of saliva and blood, this pathogen has a 100% infection rate and is believed to have originated from a female patient at St. Vincent’s Hospital. The hospital has been placed under quarantine and we have been asked to direct anyone exhibiting symptoms of the infection to St. Mary’s Hospital on Metro Parkway in Fort Myers.

“We have received reports of similar activity from hospitals along the east coast, reaching as far north as Delaware.

“Early warning signs include fever, lethargy, and respiratory distress following contact with an infected individual. Those in the late stages of infection exhibit tonic-clonic seizures, and a catatonic state, followed by severe violent episodes after waking. Folks, I realize this is going to sound crazy, but I have been instructed to tell you that these infected individuals are biting, and subsequently eating, victims. This is not a hoax. Once bitten, victims will become ill, and the infection will consume them within a matter of hours. If you come into contact with someone infected, make all attempts to isolate yourself and contact the authorities.”

 

~*~

 

We sat in stunned silence for minutes until Jake broke it. “Um…did he just tell us there is a zombie outbreak going on?” He stared at me and I watched his face go through a litany of emotions from shock to disbelief.

“I think so,” I replied, unsure even as I spoke the words. “This is a joke, right?” Daphne had moved to the front door and began sniffing at the bottom corner. She backed away growling as a loud bang on the front door jolted us off the sofa and began barking wildly. “Jake,” I whispered. “I’m scared.”

I snatched Daphne into my arms and continued to back away from the door. My heart was pounding in my chest. The fear gripped me and I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Over the years, Jake had played tricks on me and joked about my irrational fear of zombies. Was this it? Had my worst nightmare come to fruition? I remember hearing the news last year when a guy in Miami got hopped up on bath salts and ate some other guy’s face. Was this a street drug gone bad?

It was then that we heard it. Above the droning of the wind and rain and the banging on the door, we heard a siren growing louder until it became so loud we were certain that it was nearby. The siren and the banging stopped all at once, and I beat Jake to the peephole in the door. A cruiser had pulled onto the front lawn, its door stood open, and a uniformed officer was standing in front of the car. He was shouting at something I couldn’t see through the tiny hole and raised his gun.

“What is it?” Jake asked me.

“It’s a cop. I think there’s someone out there with him. He’s got his weapon pointed at something or someone and he’s yelling at them. I can’t make out what he’s saying.”

Jake nudged me out of the way to get a glimpse at the events outside. “This is ridiculous, I can’t see anything. I’m going out there.”

I grabbed for him before he could unlock the dead bolt. “Don’t you dare open that door,” I snapped at him. An overpowering feeling of fear and anxiety came over me and I felt myself start to panic. My voice increased to an octave so shrill that I sounded like I’d been sucking helium. “Someone is pointing a gun at us. Why would you give him an easy target? Don’t be an idiot.”

“Because,” Jake said, “I want to know what the hell is going on. This is still my house and I want to know why he’s pointing a gun at it.” Jake yanked open the front door, the wind picking up the momentum and slamming it against the wall as it opened outward. The opening granted us a full view of the lawn, the cop, and the man approaching him. Daphne was squirming under my arm, growling with a ferocity I’d never seen.

“Stop right there, or I’ll shoot!” yelled the officer. For a minute, I thought he was talking to us. We both froze. But the man walking towards him kept moving, and I realized the gun was trained on him. The officer was visibly shaking. I could see the panic in his eyes all the way across the lawn.

I squeezed past Jake to get a better view of the scene. I hadn’t noticed while looking through the peep-hole, but there were chunks of something stuck in the cars radiator. I realized it was hair and flesh. The rain caused blood to trail down the grill and end in a pink puddle on the lawn. I let loose a gasp of horror, my hand flying up to cover my mouth and muffle the sound while my eyes strained to take in the detail.

The man was still walking toward the cop. Not really walking, but sort of shuffled along like he was a baby taking his first steps. His arms outstretched, he shambled closer. His back was to Jake and I and his white polo shirt and jeans were smeared in mud. The gunshot snapped me out of my shock and I screamed. The man stumbled back but regained his balance and kept going. Three more shots rang out in succession and the man’s head snapped back as he went limp and fell onto the muddy lawn.

The officer lowered his gun, hand trembling, and walked closer to the man lying dead in our yard. He stared down at the body, emotion unreadable, as Jake and I crept closer.

The body lay still, creating a barrier between us and the cop. The top of his head was a mess of bone and shredded brain matter. The eyes, forever open, were clouded white, pupils radiating out with red spider-like blood vessels, and the skin surrounding them was nearly black and sunken. His skin was taut and mottled with death. His torso though, that was where I saw the real carnage.

The man’s shirt had been torn nearly the entire length of its flimsy cotton, together only at the neck band, and was saturated with blood. His chest cavity had been ravaged and was empty of what one would consider vital organs. Flesh was flayed from bone and left his ribs exposed.

I backed away, feeling sick to my stomach, and couldn’t hold back the vomit. I threw up until I was kneeling on the grass dry heaving stomach acid, one hand pushed into the wet earth to hold me up and the other clutching the dog.

Jake and the cop stood motionless, staring down in disbelief at what had once been a man. “What is going on?” Jake asked the cop.

Officer Donnelly, according to the name badge located over his left breast pocket, pulled himself together and said, “You need to get somewhere safe. The main parts of town have been overrun with…whatever this is.” He waved his gun hand in the direction of the dead body. “Stay inside, lock your doors and do not open them for anyone. And if you can’t stay hidden, if they get in, get in your car and drive.”

“Where? If town isn’t safe, where can we go?” I was shaking all over as Jake helped me to my feet, and my words came out as a stutter.

The cop looked up at me sullenly. “I don’t know.”

He walked back towards his car and was about to say something when we heard the sound of a blood-curdling scream coming from down the street. We all whipped around to face the noise and scanned the neighborhood. The screams continued for a few seconds, then nothing. I squinted to see in the distance and could make out a group of three people huddled on the ground in front of a house at the end of the street. I wiped the rain from my eyes and squinted as the scene came into focus. They were eating someone. Possibly someone we knew. They ripped at their victim like they were digging for buried treasure.

A scream escaped me as I raised my hands to cover my mouth. One of the huddled group snapped its head in the air, cocked it to one side and listened. It angled its neck back, and lifted its nose in the air. A short scream sounded further down the street and the head snapped to the left like a bird seeking prey. The zombie lumbered awkwardly to its feet, and began moving in the direction of the new noise.

The radio squawked from the police car, pulling us all from our rubbernecking trance, and I turned back to Officer Donnelly.

“Watch out!” I screamed.

Four figures had crested the embankment behind him. They were close enough to him that they would be on him in seconds. The first-a female-looked as if she had lost a battle with a wild animal. Wearing nothing but what once had been a pink negligee; her lower jaw had been torn right from her face. Blood dripped down her neck, staining the negligee, and her tongue, now black, was matted to the side of her neck. She emitted a dry rasping moan as she reached for him. He managed to get one shot off, taking her down, before the other three were on him.

He turned, only to land on the hood of his car and plead for help as he attempted to scratch his way over the hood to safety. His grip on the gun failed. It fell to the hood like a brick and slid off the front of the car into the mud. One of the monsters managed to get hold of his kicking legs and dragged him back. Officer Donnelly let out a howl of pain as its teeth sunk into the meaty skin of his calf. I saw his eyes then, staring straight into mine. Begging with an unspoken appeal to for help. Nails digging into the paint of the hood, he disappeared from view as they yanked him off the hood and began to feast.

I stumbled back and nearly fell over Jake as I backed away from the grisly scene. My head moved side to side like a yo-yo and I heard the splash of feet in a puddle to my right. Coming around the house was another one; it was leaning on the house as it walked towards me. One of its arms had been torn off at the elbow and its face was so mangled that I couldn’t decipher gender.

I grabbed Jake’s arm and ran to the front door. Slamming it hard and locking the dead bolt, I slid down to the ground with my back to the door. I was hyperventilating. My vision was blurry and I saw spots. I realized I was sobbing, and Jake had his arms around me making soft cooing noises to calm me down. He held me close and told me everything would be okay.

I shoved him away, fueled by a panicked rage. “Nothing is okay Jake. A man just got eaten on our front lawn. There are zombies running around eating people. So tell me, how the fuck will this be okay?”

Pushing him aside, I stood up and looked through the peephole. “Oh, God, no,” I whispered. A pack of them were heading straight for the door, trailed by a reanimated Officer Donnelly. The lower half of his leg had been ripped off, and the bone was jutting out from below his knee like someone had picked it clean. Daphne started to bark again, this time focused on the back of the house. I picked her up and turned to see a man standing at the sliding glass door. He didn’t try to open it with the handle. He just kept hitting the glass with his head; leaving smears of blood across the clean glass.

Spider web cracks were appearing in the glass and were spreading with each impact. At the same time, the group at the front door was causing the door frame to bow with the sheer force of their weight. “The doors won’t hold. We need to get to the garage!” As he said it, he grabbed me and looked me in the eyes. “Emma, we need to get out of here.”

We ran toward the garage, and made it to the kitchen before the glass door shattered. The zombie was in the house. Mere feet away, I could smell its decaying flesh as we ran for our lives. Blood oozed from a neck wound and it let out a wet gurgle.

“Jake! The Keys!”

“Go,” Jake said. “Get in the car. I’m right behind you.” He shoved me through the door and closed it behind me.

“JAKE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could hear muffled struggles from the other side of the door as I panicked from the thought of losing him. At once, I knew what I needed to do. I ran to the car and opened the door. Dropping Daphne on the driver’s seat I reached under it and groped around for the crowbar I always kept handy. My father grew up on the outskirts of Boston, and it had been ingrained into me at an early age to always be able to defend myself in a carjacking.

Finding my prize, I yanked it out and hefted the weight in my hands. I closed Daphne in the car and ran back to the garage door. Flinging it open, I saw Jake pinned to the kitchen floor by the zombie. He had his hands up under its throat and was using the leverage to keep it from biting him.

Like a banshee I raced into the kitchen, crowbar held over my head and brought it down on the zombie’s head. Again and again I struck it until it slumped over to one side and lay still. Jake lay on his back, panting. Rivulets of sweat beaded off his forehead, and blood splatter stained the front of his shirt and face. “My legs are pinned. Help me roll him off.”

We got him out from under the dead thing and I helped him to his feet, clutching him in a tight embrace as I cried into his chest. “Don’t ever,” I sucked in a wheezing gasp, stricken with terror. “Leave me again.” I panted.

“I won’t, baby,” he mumbled into my hair. He held up his hand, keys dangling. “Let’s get out of here. The front door is about…” I’m quite certain his next words would have been to give…because that’s exactly what happened. The door splintered inward and through the doorway stumbled in one disgusting vision after another. We hauled ass back to the garage. No way did I need to be told twice.



As Always Happy Reading


Claire C. Riley
1 Comment

    Subscribe To My Blog

    Follow on Bloglovin

    Archives

    October 2017
    August 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    August 2016
    July 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015
    April 2015
    March 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014
    August 2014
    July 2014
    June 2014
    May 2014
    April 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    January 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    October 2013
    September 2013
    August 2013
    July 2013
    June 2013
    May 2013
    April 2013
    March 2013
    February 2013
    January 2013

    Categories

    All
    Adam Oster
    Alyn Day
    Amalie Silver
    Among You
    Amy Jackson
    Amy Queau
    An Ill Wind
    Are We Dead Yet
    Armand Rosamilia
    Author Spotlight
    Belle Book Blogger
    Blaze McRobb
    Blog Hop
    Book Cover
    Book Recomendations
    Brandy L Rivers
    Catie Rhodes
    Chantal Boudreau
    Charon Coin Press
    Choosing Indie Over Traditional
    Chris
    Chris Bostic
    Claire C Riley
    Consume Me
    Contagious
    Contagious Chaos
    Daryl Banner
    David Lund
    Deadland
    Deadland Rising
    Dead Reckoning
    Dead Spring
    Dead Trees
    Dead Trees 2
    Deathly Contagious
    D J Meyers
    DRAG.N
    Dying Days Origins 2
    Eat Your Heart Out
    Eli Constant
    Elodie Parkes
    Eloise J. Knapp
    Emily Goodwin
    Eric A. Shelman
    Excerpt
    Formatting
    Fugitives From Northwoods
    Fusion
    Gargoyle Chronicles
    Ghost City Girl
    Godhead
    Gravetells
    Gregory Carrico
    Hannah Trank
    Heath Stallcup
    Hilary Lauren
    I Heart Books
    Ill Wind
    Indie-pendence Week
    Interrupted
    In Too Deep
    Inviting Oblivion
    Ivan Amberlake
    Jack Wallen
    Jay Wilburn
    Jerry Benns
    Jesse
    J.Thorn
    Julianne Snow
    Karen Perkins
    Ken Mooney
    Killing Karl
    Kitty In A Casket
    Lets Scare Cancer To Death
    Limerence
    Limerence Character Polls
    Limerence Cover Evolution
    Limerence II Mia
    Limerence II:Mia Update
    Limerence II Trailer
    Limerence Teaser Chapter 7
    Lionheart Galleries
    Live Another Day
    Love & Decay
    Madeline Sheehan
    Mark Cain
    Mark Tufo
    Mastic
    Megan's Cage
    Mia
    Michael Matula
    Michael McFarland
    Micheal Matula
    Michele Zugnoni
    Mike Evans
    Monique Happy
    Mr Breckt
    New Beginnings
    NovaForge
    Odhead Giveaway
    Odium II
    Odium Origins II
    Odium Update 1
    Oliver
    Outlier Rebellion
    Paige Mathews
    Paranormal Book Club
    Prize
    Progress
    Pulse
    Rachael
    Rachel A Olson
    Rachel Aukes
    Rachel Higginson
    Rhonda Hopkins
    Rise Of The Fat Mogul
    Robert Chazz Chute
    Samuel
    Scavenger Hunt
    Scott J Toney
    Shana Festa
    Shawn Chesser
    Signed Prizes
    Simon Wilson
    Starfire
    State Of Horror: Illinois
    Stephanie Lunsford
    Stevie Kopas
    Summer Of Zombie Blog Tour 2014
    Survival
    Swag
    T.Fox Dunham
    The Beholder
    The Consuming
    The Fall Of Bacchus
    The Ghoul Ava
    The Last Casket
    The Last Time
    The Legend Of Buddy Hero
    The Next Big Thing
    The Orphans
    The Winter Girl
    This Plague Of Days
    Thores Cross
    Thores-Cross
    Time Of Death
    Time Of Death: Induction
    Tracey Ward
    Try Not To Burn
    T W Brown
    Unbeloved
    Warpath
    Week Of The Undead 2014
    Winchester Over
    Word Play
    Wulf Francu Godgluck
    Zombie Questionnaire Answers
    Zombies-believe-in-you
    Zomblog

    BUY LIMERENCE HERE 
    EBOOK/PAPERBACK

    AMAZON (uk)

    AMAZON (usa)

    RSS Feed



    Follow Me 

    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture

    book blog buttons
    Picture
    INDIEPENDENCE CELEBRATION 2017 CLICK HERE TO VISIT SITE
    Grab button for ParaSuperNormalism Book Blog
    ParaSuperNormalism Book Blog
    - See more at: http://parasupernormalism.blogspot.co.uk/p/blog-page_21.html?zx=c2047ace35a2199f#sthash.avbtSr55.dpuf

    GraveTells Indie-Pendence Week Celebration 2013

    Paranormal Romance Junkies
    - See more at: http://paranormalromancejunkies.blogspot.co.uk/?zx=dce05ceec23f14f#sthash.FbqBe73U.dpuf
    Picture
    Click To Visit Site
    Picture
    Click To Visit Site
    Picture
    Click To Visit Site
    Picture
    Click To Visit Site
    Picture
    Click To Visit Site
    Picture
    Click To Visit Site
    Contagious Reads
    Click To Visit Site
    Picture
    Click To Visit Site

    Picture
    Coming In 2015

    Picture
    http://atrtink.com/
Website Copyright Of Claire C Riley 2013