Saturday, April 13, 2013

Hell's Gate



The gates of Hell are open. Angels and Demons fight for our mortality and dominance of earth. The rapture diminishes the human population and very few remain to defend what God gave us. It is up to the Angels to fight the war, the humans to survive and the druids to protect the earth.

Cole wants nothing more than to be left alone until the war is over and see who wins. He doesn't care for rules of any kind and wants least of all to choose a side. Fate however, has different plans for him. His only friend is being held hostage by a Demon with a plan to win the war and return the earth to what it once was. It is up to him to rescue her with the help of a fallen Angel who comes to his aid to ensure his survival.

The Druids are the only ones who can save his friend, but they have an agenda of their own. The demon is demented but has the best intentions with what she believes. Cole finds himself lusting after the fallen Angel and must choose between her and saving his friend. The problem is that he doesn't know who he can trust.

Armageddon is here and Hell on earth has just begun.


"Well now, children. Who decided to play and did not invite me to join?” Her voice is feminine, seductive and teasing with sexuality. I can’t see her yet, but the tone is that of a very beautiful woman. Vera's voice holds the same electric currents in it, but I’m not attracted to this one.

Vera's voice sounds strained, as if she’d been talking for hours. Like she is just waking in the morning and isn't functioning quite right. "Thank you for answering my call, Lilith."

"I'm not answering your call Vera, you assume too much. You sent out a beacon for aid, that much you did, but you see you're on my lands and a beacon must be answered by the enforcers. I just can’t allow it to happen." Her voice isn't as pleasant. "You have all broken Demonic law. I was not informed any of you would be here. It is within my rights to kill you."

She’s beautiful. Her hair is fire truck red, it curls naturally down her back and follows her soft jaw. Her eyes’ are fierce with the color of a deep emerald. She has skin as pale as the full moon in the middle of the night. A short dress barely covers what she has to show. The dress hangs low on her breasts with circles cut out of the midriff leaving a single strip running across her stomach into a pair of panty bottoms with a loin cloth that is higher in the front than the back. Black boots run up her legs with the dress hiding the top of the boots. Her wings are reddish brown and look like leather. They don’t compare to those of an angel but are more like those of a bat. The stories at least get some things right.

She leans closer to whisper softly in Vera's ear. “Now what should I do.” She curls her mouth into a scary smile. Whatever she is planning, she’s going to enjoy it.

About the Author
Benjamin Daniels was born and raised in West Jefferson, Ohio. Graduated from West Jefferson High School and went on to get two college degrees. He still lives within the sleepy town of West Jefferson taking care of his family and small dog. He often looks for good charities to donate to and causes to follow. He abandoned one field of study when writing became his passion and is happy about the decision to take on the written word.

An Interview with Ben:
Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to talk with me!

Q: When did you know that you wanted to be a writer?
A: I’ve wanted to write a story for a very long time. It took me a long time to finish my first one.
Q: Where did your inspiration come from to write such a book?
A: Bible
Q: What has been the most difficult thing about being a writer?
A: Grammar and punctuation lol
Q: What type of books do you like to read?
A: I love thrillers and suspense. My favorite authors are; Douglas Preston and Lincoln child, they co-write together.
Q: What has been the hardest scene for you to write?
A: The middle to any book haha
Q: Do you have any favorite characters?
A: I love all of my characters. Each one of them are a part of me.
Q: What was your favorite scene to write?
A: There have been many scenes were it just flows and those are the best.
Q: Are the characters based on any actual people in your life?
A: Each of my characters are based on real people in my life. The personalities are mine but the characters are on different people.
Q: Will it be a series? If yes how may many books will you have in the series?
A: Yeah it will be series and hopefully seven total.
Q: Are there any new writers that have grasped your interests!
A: There are a ton of new writers and I appreciate each and every one of them. They inspire me greatly to know I’m not alone.
Q: If there is one thing about your book that you want people to take away from the story what would that be?
A: Never accept your fate. You must make your own.
Q: What's next for you?
A: My son wishes for me to put Death here.
Q: What advice would you give to new writers?
A:  There are a lot of things I can say to new writers. The best advice I can give is to keep writing. Write, you can edit later, you can make the part perfect later. If you don’t have a complete story it doesn’t matter what edits or perfect parts you have.
Q: A little about you!
A: I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about my little me. :P
Q: Favorite movie or tv show.
A: Once Upon a Time
Q: Favorite Color?
A: Purple
Q: Favorite music group?
A: Two Steps from Hell
Q: Favorite junk food?
A: Starburst

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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Blood Rose

Blood Rose
By Jacquelynn Gagne

Image and video hosting by TinyPic It’s true no one can out run Death. But Death doesn’t always want your existence. In Lianna’s case wants her mortality. Long have Lianna’s dreams been a window into another time. A place that is as magnificent as it is dark. Frightened and weary from the physical toll the nightmares take on her body she turns to her psychic friend for guidance, which results in prophetic visions of Lianna’s death. Mercenaries come after Lianna to stop her from fulfilling her fate. A destiny at her beloved’s side while rediscovering the real magic within her. Facing demise brought down on her by the hands of the mercenaries, the power of love offers her a new life as a vampire which ultimately fulfills the same epic fate the murderous villains fought to keep her from.

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  About the Author: Jacquelynn F. Gagne is an obsessive compulsive author of all things paranormal. When she cannot be found in the real world she is usually found covered in paint, pastels or most usually words. Among writing, photography and art, Jacquelynn is also the Editor in Chief and cofounder for Ambrosia Arts and Midnight Hour Publishing. Jacquelynn began working on her first novel in January of 2008, while still working full time. Though Jacquelynn has been writing most of her life, it was never her intention to become a professional writer. But when obsession grabs you, it doesn’t tend to let go. In addition to writing, Jacquelynn enjoys reading everything she can get her greedy little hands on. Currently she lives in Rogersville, Missouri with her husband James and their two sons, though she has declared to one day build a library that will substitute as her house. 

Getting to know her a little more!

What made you decide to finally pick up a pen and start working towards that dream of writing a novel? ·

 JG – It was obsession. It hit me one day, we were watching a movie. I got up, went to the computer and started writing and just couldn’t stop.

 Did you find writing certain scene’s challenging?

 JG – Sometimes, but it was usually I had too many options on what could happen. Too many ideas is    generally my problem more often than not enough.

 What was your favorite scene to write? 

 JG – That’s a tough question. I don’t know honestly I loved them all.

 Where did your inspiration come from to write such a book? 

 JG – Music mostly, music is always my best muse.

 Are the characters based on any actual people in your life? 

 JG – Nope.

 Will it be a series? If yes how may many books will you have in the series?

 JG – Yes, so far I have four written I am thinking about adding two more, I don’t know past that.

 Are there any new writers that have grasped your interests?

 JG – I work for a publishing company, so yes many.

 If there is one thing about your book that you want people to take away from the story what would that be?  

JG - That we can endure and persevere.

 A little about you!
 Favorite movie?
 I have so many! I would say Limitless, The Raven, Book of Eli just to name a couple.
 Favorite Color? 
 Favorite music group? 
 Shaman’s Harvest
 Favorite junk food?

 Excerpt: There was an alley to the right. Too small for the car, or could he follow? Would it be a dead end and he’d have me cornered? It was my only chance. I lunged for its opening. My knee gave as my foot twisted off the curb sending me stumbling forward. My arms thrust out instinctively. I landed snapping my wrist back. They hadn’t softened the blow to my face as I hit the cold wet concrete. Blood spattered from my nose and mouth. My lungs were too fatigued to even muster a scream. Instead this sickened pathetic whimper gurgled out through the stream of blood. As I lay there, trying to muster enough will to get up, the tires squealed to a stop right next to me. My ears rang in a high-pitched echo combined with the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. “Anna!” My whole body shook violently when I heard a rough baritone voice scream my name in an intense rage. There was no way I could run from him anymore. Would I die here? Would he take me somewhere else to prolong my suffering? How long would it take? Another dark thought. Is this what Neesa and her mother had seen? Futilely my eyes closed. If I had to be conscious, I refused to watch my own death. “Anna! Look at me!” One hand held onto my shoulder turning me slowly as another hand carefully took a hold of my chin, tilting it up and making me cough on my own blood. “No.” Worthlessly defiant. I gurgled coughing on the blood filling my mouth relentlessly. “Alright. Just hang on. I’m going to move you, okay,” his voice filled with laughter. Though weak and painful, it flooded with the sound of relief. “No!” The scream was weak and sprayed blood as I spoke. My hand shot up defensively swiping at his face to try to push him away from me. The hand at my chin released to take my wrist gently.

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