Welcome to our Trick-or-Treat Halloween Price Slasher. This gruesomely great time of year is upon us once more, spooky friends, and that means only one thing: Trick-or-Treat. It’s difficult to give away candy in a virtual world, but eBooks are much easier. Mwwwaaa ha ha…
In honour of this wonderfully spooktacular holiday, we at Wittegen Press are giving away some of our books, and we have lots of others on offer too.
We are part of the Trick-or-Treat Book Blog Hop, run by the wonderful Patricia Lynne. Many wonderful authors are giving away books instead of candy. See the list at the bottom of the post for all those taking part.
Trick-or-Treat Halloween Price Slasher –FREE books!
Authors: Sophie Duncan & Natasha Duncan-Drake
Two delicious tales of terror to tingle the spine:
The Warmth of Blood by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Mirror Twins by Sophie Duncan
The book is downloadable from Smashwords for free, just follow the link and download it.
Dead Before Dawn: The Vampire Curse
(in progress and FREE to read on Wattpad)
Author: Natasha Duncan-Drake
Max Statton is in Moscow for the premiere of his new movie when a terrifying encounter turns his life on its head. Attacked by one of the city’s resident vampires, Max is bitten and infected. Only a team of local vampire hunters prevent him being dragged into the underworld of the undead.
Fighting for his very existence, Max must resist the vampire curse trying to take over his body.
Free Books With Discount Codes:
- click the buy button at the linked book page (click the title)
- put the coupon code (in bold after the title) in the box on the page that comes up
- click apply coupon
- checkout as normal and the book is yours for free
- The Beginning: Blood and Curses (Vampires: The New Age #2 – Prequel #1) – UY35K
- Out of the Frying Pan – EE82Z
- An Amusement: The Vampire’s Concubine #1 – BC37E
- Rage: The Vampire’s Concubine #2 – HL69F
- The Need In Me – SE54Q
- The Trade – HG22E
- Face of the Dead – UA22A
- Forbidden Soul (Book 2 of the Soul Reader Series) – MT52E (other books in this series are perma-free)
- In The Event of Death – DZ23D
- When Darkness Beckons – EF44F
Trick-or-Treat Halloween Price Slasher –Discount Books
We’re trying something new at Wittegen Press; novel serialisation. We all love the anticipation of a new episode of our favourite TV show or comic, so why not a new chapter of a great novel?
The really good news is we’re using Wattpad and this means, the novel is completely FREE.
Wattpad may be accessed via the web or via an app that is available for FREE on most phone and tablet platforms – just go to your app store and search for Wattpad, then install.
Dead Before Dawn: The Vampire Curse
Chapter 1: Cat and Mouse
Chapters will be released every Tuesday and Friday to give you something to get through the middle of the week, and look forward to at the weekend.
If you follow Natasha Duncan-Drake on Wattpad, update alerts will be sent directly to your inbox or phone. Wattpad also allows you to add the book to your personal library so you will always be able to find it.
Genre: vampire/paranormal, male/male romance
Max Statton is in Moscow for the premier of his new movie when a terrifying encounter turns his life on its head. Attacked by one of the city’s resident vampires, Max is bitten and infected. Only a team of local vampire hunters prevent him being dragged into the underworld of the undead.
Fighting for his very existence, Max must resist the vampire curse with the help of Yulia, the hunter’s doctor. But with his humanity slipping away, Max only has two choices: ask the hunters to end it, or risk becoming a monster. His fame makes it dangerous to just kill him, but there may be no choice.
When Yulia offers him a kill or cure option, Max must decide if he has the courage to take it. He wants to go home, he wants to see his family and friends, but his life is poised on a knife edge.
Rise of the Gifted
Rafe Derouet used to be a world class, British figure skater competing against his arch rival, flamboyant American Louis Hayes. A catastrophic knee injury ended his career and now all he can do is look on from the sidelines, commentating where he used to be a star. He hates Louis and wants nothing more than to see his nemesis go down in a blaze of failure.
Then mysterious men in black with guns take over a press meet, trying to arrest Louis, awakening something dangerous in their target, and setting in motion events they cannot control. Most shocking of all, Rafe finds out Louis can literally read his mind.
Dragged into a murky world of government agents and x-files by one of those x-files, Rafe finds his world view completely changing. And, along the way, his hatred for Louis proves to be something else entirely.
Now Rafe just needs to survive so he can decide what to do about it.
If you are kind enough to leave a review at Amazon I would like to give you a free short story sequel to say thank you. Please see the back of the book for details.
Excerpt (Listen or Read)
Rafe was in a hurry.
Whoever had had the idea to produce a US/Russian/Chinese special sporting event in celebration of the new economic treaty that was going through had to have been insane. There was figure skating and speed skating, long and short track, in the dual arena and athletics on the field and gymnastics in another arena down the road. It was as if someone had stuck pins in all the sports they thought the various countries were good at and then invited all the top athletes from the three countries to compete.
It was completely crazy and the whole world was watching, which was why Rafe was there reporting on it.
Given the current political climate, everyone was hoping sport could settle some of the latest rumblings. Rafe was waiting for it to all blow up in the organisers’ faces.
He had too many things to do and not enough time to do them, which was why he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings. The messages from his producer and his agent were far more important at the moment. If he had been giving thought to anything but texts he would have picked a different route.
“Well look who it isn’t,” said an all too familiar voice with an annoying American twang.
Not that Rafe found all American’s annoying, just this one in particular. He looked up from his phone to see Louis ‘pronounced the French way, darling’ Hayes less than three feet away.
Before he had fallen in the previous year’s world championships and shattered his knee, Rafe had been Louis’ arch rival on the ice. Competing for the UK in men’s figure skating, Rafe had spent the last few years swapping the number one spots in various competitions with Louis, but that was all over now. After eighteen months he could skate again, but he would never be able to compete at top level. These days he was doing TV shows and reporting for European sports channels and Louis was still glittering up the ice.
It made him want to knock Louis’ perfect teeth in with one of his skates all the more.
“Hayes,” he said and then realised that Louis was not alone.
Joy of joys, possibly his other least favourite person was standing next to Louis.
“And Voronov,” he added, wondering which deity he had pissed off to end up with both of them in the same place.
Voronov was a long distance speed skater for the Russians. Tall, blond and very much not sparkly, Voronov was an unlikely friend for a flamboyant American figure skater, but the pair had met at their first Olympics, hit it off and been firm friends ever since. Louis was something of a Russophile and had even been to Voronov’s wedding two years ago, which, given that Voronov was something of a state hero, had been quite a big deal. Louis was also one of the few allowed to call Voronov by a ridiculous nickname like they were in a club or something.
Rafe had met Voronov at the same time Louis had, only their relationship had started off more as instant dislike.
“You’re looking a little harassed there, Rafe,” Louis said, smiling sweetly.
The urge to deck the other man was strong. Rafe employed all of his skating will power not to do it.
“Places to be, important people to see,” he said, doing his best to get in a dig.
Of course he was all too aware Louis was much better at this game; Louis with his perfect hair and designer clothes and sycophantic fan base. It made Rafe grind his teeth.
“The competitors?” Voronov said, tone innocent, but Rafe couldn’t help it, he glared.
There was nothing more in the world that he loved than the ice and it had been taken away from him. He honestly had no comeback.
Surprisingly he saw Louis dig his elbow into Voronov’s side. Maybe their antagonistic relationship did have lines. Once upon a time he and Louis had been friends and practice mates under the same coach, but then they had somehow become rivals. Rafe still wasn’t sure what had happened, but he had become the British poster boy for the international ice skating federation and Louis had become the American rebel with amazing talent.
“So, who are you commentating for this time?” Louis asked, clearly trying to be nice after Voronov’s below the belt shot.
That just rubbed Rafe completely up the wrong way.
“The BBC,” he said, digging his fingers into his palm to keep himself calm. “Now I’m late for a meeting, so I have to run.”
“Aren’t you co-commentating with the lovely Maria Hessle?” Louis said before Rafe could get away.
“Yes,” Rafe replied, doing his best not to grind his teeth and damning the polite genes his family had handed down.
“I’m sure I read somewhere that you and she were an item,” Louis said, “how’s that going for you?”
Louis’ expression was completely innocent, but Rafe wasn’t fooled, it was yet another dig. When they had been friends there may have been some adolescent fumbling between them and Louis was well aware Rafe’s tastes ran more to the male than the female: yet another bone of contention between them, what with Louis being out and proud and Rafe being firmly in the closet.
“You of all people should know not to believe everything you read,” Rafe said, as sweetly as he could manage.
The one thing he had to be utterly thankful for was that Louis was not the kind to out anyone, not even an ex-rival. Louis had had to defend his own sexuality so much, even before being officially out, technically, that Louis had the integrity not to do that to someone else. Didn’t stop all the digs though.
“Maria is happily attached to a Polish plumber from Chiswick,” he added, because he couldn’t help trying to rub Louis’ nose in the ridiculousness of tabloid reporting.
Of course it didn’t work, Louis just smiled.
“I find it always pays to check,” Louis said.
Every time they met it was the same with the subtle poking at his weakest points. And it galled Rafe to realise that he only understood his own sexuality so well because of Louis Hayes. He had done quite a bit of self examination over the years.
“Well, I really must go,” he said.
Louis clearly wanted to continue the conversation, but Rafe wasn’t sticking around to find out what for. The last thing his career needed was a headline about him trying to kill an American citizen on American soil.
Rafe was hovering, waiting for the next skater to come along for the press meet. It was currently Louis’ turn. He was supposed to have been interviewing everyone, but even his producer realised that asking him to interview Louis Hayes was a bad idea, hence his co-host, Maria, was doing it. He was in line to talk to the next skater in.
If Louis won things Rafe would have to bite the bullet, since he was the lead interviewer this time round. At least he could be thankful that it had turned out he was good as a celebrity commentator. However, these were just preliminary chats for sound bites, so he could get away with leaving it to Maria.
“Sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen,” a member of the event security team walked up to the gathering, “I’m going to have to ask you to move to a new area. This one is needed for warm up.”
That sounded odd to Rafe, because he was pretty sure no one was due on the ice yet today and he hung back. Louis looked equally put out, which was actually kind of funny. Rafe guessed Louis was bitching to his agent, who patted him on the shoulder, and followed the gaggle of press out as Louis went to make for the locker rooms. Rafe couldn’t resist stepping towards his ex-rival, just to see if he could get an annoyed sound bite. Those he was actually quite good at when it came to Louis.
Louis was trying to find something in his huge, oversized bag, by the looks of things, so Rafe waited for his chance. However, it never came. As soon as the press were out of sight men in black Kevlar appeared from several different places with guns. The truly bizarre thing was that they all seemed to be pointed at Louis.
“Nobody move,” was the shouted order and Rafe froze.
It was difficult for Rafe to believe what he was seeing and, if his face was anything to go by, Louis was just as shocked. Louis raised his hands, staring at the men in black with guns, clearly terrified. Frankly if there was anyone less likely to need a gun pointed at them Rafe had never met them.
“What’s going on?” Louis asked, sounding as confused and petrified as he looked.
“Don’t move,” was the only response and then a woman appeared.
The way Louis’ eyes opened slightly and a frown of confusion appeared on his face, replacing the complete shock, Rafe guessed Louis knew her…
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Welcome to the Share a Scare Halloween Blog Hop 2015. All the participants will be sharing something scary, be it scary fiction, a scary real life story or some scary art, so be sure to check out all the sites on the hop after you have seen our offering. (We are also part of the Trick-or-Treat Blog hop – scroll down further to see that as well)
We have taken part in All Hallows Read for the past three years and this year we wanted to continue, but also to have a blog hop which includes art and other scary things as well, hence the Share a Scare blog hop was born.
This year we are giving away our new eBook – Parting the Veil. It will be available for download for the entirety of the 31st Oct 2015, but after that it will be gone, so GET IT NOW below.
There are two versions of the book, one for visitors to the site and one for our subscribers with an extra story in it – if you would like the second version, please subscribe to our newsletter and the links will be sent to you.
Worse than Death by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Death frightens everyone, but there are worse things than death lurking in dark corners.
Family Matters by Sophie Duncan
Julie is 14. She’s at boarding school while her mum and new husband are preparing for their first baby together. Abandoned alone at school for half term, Julie finds she has a new companion. Alice is a school girl like her, only, Alice is dead, and her intentions for Julie may prove fatal.
Geoffrey by Natasha Duncan-Drake
(Subscribers’ bonus story – to get the version of the book with this story in please subscribe to our mailing list)
Mel is house sitting for her best friend Beverly, but Beverly forgot to mention the family ghost before hand.
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Many thanks to everyone who visited and downloaded our free offering. The giveaway is now over. Parting the Veil is now available on Amazon Kindle for 99c.
Happy Halloween *cackles wildly*…
Share a Scare participants:
Today we are also part of The Trick-or-Treat Blog Hop – where the idea is to give away books instead of candy to those who comment.
These are the books we have on offer for Trick-or-Treaters (click the cover to see the main book listing :
Please comment and let us know which one you would like and whether you would like a Smashwords Code (with this option, if you lose the file you can always download it again) or a direct email of the book to you. Smashwords offer most formats and if you have the direct email you may choose Kindle, ePub or PDF – please choose when you comment.
Thanks to Jolie Du Pre over at Precious Monsters for organising this hop :D. Pop on over here to see the other blogs involved in the hop, who are all sharing excerpts from their Paranormal Romances too.
So, today we’re celebrating all things paranormally romantic, and we’re sharing excerpts from that genre. Ghosts, incubi, vampires, demons, we’ve written them all here at Wittegen Press, so today we’re sharing two excerpts from our multi-genre anthology, Myriad Imaginings. Plus, if you’re feeling wordy, we have a romantic crossword for you, both cryptic and quick clues [Please note – click continue reading below to see the crossword]. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway to win one of two copies of the Myriad Imaginings eBook as well.
Myriad Imaginings – Excerpts
So today we’re taking excerpts from Myriad Imaginings. This is a multi-genre anthology of short stories, which includes erotic romance stories. We have each chosen an excerpt from one of our paranormal romance stories.
Excerpt: Incubus Shadows
Arran lives in a world of magic, so his interest in the arcane sciences of the past is frowned upon. That is until he meets Lord Robert, master of the castle beyond the edge of Arran’s village. Robert is an unusual man, a immortal and powerful man, who shares Arran’s interest in the history, and Arran agrees to be his apprentice. Yet, with Robert comes Mark, his twin, an apparently much more dangerous creature, and Arran must meet each brother on his own terms.
This excerpt is taken from when Arran first meets Lord Mark.
What he found surpassed any legend and the way his heart threatened to beat out of his chest told him he was looking at Lord Mark. No human who had survived the magic wars had come out untouched by the power that had destroyed the past, but some had been more touched than others. The confident, eye-catching figure before Arran had Lord Robert’s sharp, young, handsome features, long dark hair and strong shoulders, but this was no man the like of which Arran had ever seen before.
Lord Mark’s skin held the palest of green hues, a trick of the light perhaps if not for the darker shadows glittering with silver that traced down from his hairline over the contours of his face, over a long neck and down under an unlaced white shirt that parted just enough to show off a muscled chest.
The legends said ‘demon’, ‘sex-monster’, protected from being hunted down like others of his kind by the power of his immortal brother. In the presence of the myth, however, Arran knew instantly this creature needed no protecting and his stomach knotted in a very different way to his original nerves. Arran swallowed hard and dropped his eyes.
Even without looking, Arran could still feel Lord Mark’s presence, his skin bristled with it and, more, his libido took notice. In that, he guessed, the legends might be true and, more to cover his own reactions than knowing what to do, Arran bowed.
Lord Mark’s reaction was unexpected, he laughed, and the deep, warm sound sent a skittering of nice feelings right down through Arran’s body, settling in his cock.
“Such manners,” his host observed and Arran tensed as he heard footsteps coming towards him.
He didn’t dare look up, his reaction would be all over his face and he had no doubt Lord Mark would see it. He did not want to offend his master’s brother before even taking up his new position, so he found himself staring at Lord Mark’s long, suede boots. They were very handsome boots, much like their owner – Arran tried to halt that thought before it carried on, but this close he could even smell his tempter, all man and musk, and his senses went spiralling outwards.
Arran’s magic was also reacting to whatever power this devil possessed and he had always been hopeless at controlling what little sorcery he had, so, he was forced to take the bull by the horns.
Carefully, Arran took a step back and then looked up. He forgot to breathe at that point, because he looked right into Lord Mark’s eyes and the tug on his soul was unmistakable. Bright blue irises flecked with decadent red drew him in and he felt his mind tumbling away, the blood descending rapidly from his brain to his trousers. Yet, before he could fall at this creature’s feet, something inside him stalled, and, defensively, he took a second step back and he blinked.
“My Lord,” he stammered at his smiling doom.
Lord Mark, thankfully, did not move closer again, which Arran knew would have been his downfall, but he did drag those unusual eyes up and down Arran’s body, which really didn’t help the way Arran’s trousers were becoming too tight.
“I thought my brother was mad when he announced he had invited one of the yokels into our home,” Lord Mark finally broke the silence and began to walk around Arran like he was on display, the sensation that attention generated would not have been altogether unpleasant had the situation been different. As it was, Arran ground his teeth and prayed for deliverance. “However, I can see the potential he saw in you. Do you think you have potential, Arran?”
The fact this nobleman had taken the time to learn his name did not pass Arran by. Nothing about the exotic magic within arms’ reach was passing Arran by and most of it was descending to his cock.
“Yes, My Lord,” Arran eventually replied, loaded question or not, choosing to answer it directly. “I want to learn.”
Lord Mark remained silent as he completed the rest of his circuit and Arran watched when the sorcerer came back into view. He’d been warned a thousand times by the old tales that, with strong magic came dark forces, but he had never experienced them before. The legends were true, Lord Mark was an incubus, Arran could feel that fire in his belly, but, as the creature came to a halt in front of him once more, that power ebbed a little and he knew the tease was over. As Arran settled back onto his heels, Lord Mark viewed him more seriously.
“Welcome to Castle St John, Arran,” the nobleman eventually offered and held out a hand.
Never having had a rich man hold out his hand to him before, it took Arran a moment to respond, but then he took the palm in his. He shivered as his magic leapt unexpectedly in his belly at the contact, but it felt good and he smiled.
“Thank you, My Lord,” Arran replied.
Excerpt: Cleave to Until Forever
Ewan works for an organisation that investigates and deals with paranormal threats and runs a team for them. Several months ago one of his team, Adam Craven, was injured in an explosion and left paralysed. They were on the brink of becoming more than simply friends, but the organisation’s rules have kept them apart since the accident. Prior to this excerpt Adam has been accosted by a shape changer in the form of a leopard in his garden, which spoke to and then bit him.
“Who’s there?” he asked, stretching his senses to try and pick up anything that might be hiding.
There was the click of something on the wooden floor from the far corner and he stood up slowly, eyes glued to the darkness. He lifted the table lamp off the desk, pointing it towards the dark corner, but before the light reached it a huge shape walked forward.
The cat was enormous and there was nowhere it could have come from. All that lay behind it was a wall. It looked up at him with intensely blue eyes surrounded by its inky coat and for a moment they just stared at each other. Those eyes seemed hauntingly familiar, but the shock of a leopard standing where none should have been able to be chased away the reason why in Ewan’s head.
“Adil,” Ewan called out loudly, breaking the silence and then the cat came straight at him.
He didn’t stand a chance as it leapt the desk with speed even a cat should not have had. Its teeth dug into his shoulder through the thin shirt he was wearing and pain blossomed through the whole left side of his body. As he fell, he and the cat went separate ways and he knew he would not have a second chance. Whatever it was, it had attacked him and he had to defend himself.
Pushing the pain away with long-practiced ease, he reached for anything that could be used as a weapon. The cat roared when he stabbed it with the pen from his desk, half going down as the pen imbedded itself in the creature’s leg. The letter opener hit home on the cat’s side as he used that as well and the beast staggered back.
It collapsed completely almost straight away, low sounds of distress coming from its mouth and Ewan scrambled away trying to gather his wits. His shoulder hurt, but there didn’t seem to be any major damage and he dragged himself to his feet just as Adil charged into the room, throwing the light switch.
“Wait!” he shouted as Adil immediately went to shoot the fallen creature.
The cat was lying there, half on its side, clearly in pain and it was not fighting. There was something all too familiar in the eyes that met his and Ewan knew he was not looking at an animal. Something was going on here, something he did not understand, but he knew he needed to.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
The cat made a low growling sound, something that made Ewan think of confusion rather than anything else. Now that he had a chance to think he realised that he may have been attacked, but if it had wanted to kill him, his throat would have been far more vulnerable than his shoulder. Everything seemed far too confusing.
Then he felt it, heat coming from the wound and his vision shifted strangely for a second.
“What, what did you do to me?”
He felt light headed and had to grab the side of the desk.
As if satisfied, the cat put its head down and made what could only be described as a sighing sound and went limp. It was either dead or unconscious and given that Ewan didn’t think he’d hit anything vital, he suspected the second. He wanted answers, but they definitely weren’t coming from that direction.
“Get Lilian,” he said in a bitten off tone, refusing to give in to the need to pass out.
Adil did not argue, but as the Arab turned towards the door something began to happen to the cat. For a moment Ewan thought his vision was playing tricks, but the way Adil stopped told him he wasn’t the only one.
First of all the fur began to get shorter, as if being absorbed, and then the body began to shift and change. There was the sound of twisting bone and cracking ligaments and before his eyes the cat became a man. A naked man with a scar on his leg, bleeding from the wounds Ewan had inflicted. A man with a very familiar face.
“Adam,” he whispered, not believing his eyes.
For a moment Ewan’s thoughts stopped in shock, but then he began thinking again.
“Get Natalie here as well,” he said, “we need to know who the hell that is.”
Adil disappeared through the door and Ewan moved himself along the desk, hanging on and concentrating on not letting whatever was moving through his veins get the better of him. The facsimile of Adam was completely still, pen through his upper arm, letter opener in his torso. He had to be alive, because all the wounds were still bleeding.
“Ewan,” Lilian ran into the room and came to a dead stop.
“It wasn’t Adam until a moment ago,” Ewan said immediately, “it was a leopard; Natalie is coming.”
Lilian clearly didn’t know what to do and stood there staring. They had left Adam in the hospital a little under three months ago and he could see all of Lilian’s protective instincts coming out.
“That’s Adam,” she said, but Ewan put his hand out as she went to step forward.
“It bit me,” he told her and for the first time she really seemed to look at him.
His shoulder was throbbing and he could feel blood running down his arm.
Natalie and Adil appeared through the door and distracted him from any further discussion.
“What is that?” Ewan asked without ceremony and pointed at the unconscious form on the floor.
Natalie appeared startled, but immediately narrowed her eyes, held out her hands and concentrated. She was the sensitive on the team and very good at spotting traps left by the hidden paranormal world. For several seconds her face was completely focused without any distinctive expression and then she looked honestly shocked.
“That is Adam Craven,” she said, almost as if she did not believe her own conclusion.
Ewan swore and Lilian moved instantly.
“Adam,” Lilian said, falling to her knees beside her prone friend.
There was no indication from Adam that the younger man had heard and Ewan tried to take another step forward. The room span alarmingly and he started to fall, only missing the edge of the desk because Adil caught him.
“Patch him up,” he just about managed to say as darkness began to close in around his vision. “We need … need …”
Any justification he was trying to give died on his lips as whatever had been in the bite saturated his brain completely. Blackness reached up to claim him and all he could do was fall into it and surrender.
They could not call a doctor, that much was a given, but Adil was well versed in general first aid. Natalie took over when Ewan collapsed, which did not make Lilian very comfortable, but it meant she did not have to make any of the hard decisions. Adil saw to Ewan first, but there was little they could do except put him to bed and hope. The bite was not deep and other than disinfectant there was nothing to be done.
Adam on the other hand required triage.
“This is already healing,” Adil said, short and to the point as ever after removing the pen.
“How can that be?” Lilian asked, leaning over to see.
Adam had never healed fast; Adam has been a perfectly normal human being with just the faintest touch of precognition (if the wind was blowing in the right direction and the stars aligned as he had been so fond of saying). Yet, there, right in front of her was the proof. The hole in Adam’s arm was bloody, but it was already scabbing over.
“Clean the wounds,” Natalie said, “then keep an eye on them. I want to know what the hell is going on.”
Lilian wanted to protest, but it seemed to be the only course of action. She was worried about Ewan and about Adam and it all seemed completely crazy. Shape changers were born they weren’t created, it was a fundamental principle and it seemed to have been broken. That Adam could have done something drastic after discovering he was paralysed did occur to her, but she didn’t think he was that stupid.
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Yes, we completely cheated with this one. Zachęcić is Polish for ‘encourage’ (at least Google tells us it is, we hope we haven’t made a huge faux pas) and today we’re talking about books we wrote for All Hallows Read.
All Hallows Read is, as its name suggests, an event that takes place over Halloween, and it is a celebration of reading, where folks give a scary story to someone (young, or old) to encourage them to read. We heard about this event, which is supported by Neil Gaiman, three years ago and, as you’ve probably gathered by now if you’ve been joining us during the AtoZ, we’re fans of horror. Thus, we decided to create special books of short, spooky stories that we could give away FREE over Halloween.
Thus, to finish our AtoZ, we have not one, not two, but three FREE books for you, the three sets of stories we have written for All Hallows Read, six creepy stories in all.
FREE eBook Offers
In The Event of Death by Natasha Duncan-Drake & Sophie Duncan
Code for FREE download at Smashwords*: XL62S
The Visitor by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Alice is spending the night in a dreary little seaside guest house, which is hell, and the last thing she expects is a late night visitor, the significant word being ‘late’.
Ruderbaker by Sophie Duncan
Ellie meets Jack and he tells her and her friends a story of the ghostly, horror kind and sometimes stories have consequences.
When Darkness Beckons by Natasha Duncan-Drake & Sophie Duncan
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Catcher of Souls by Natasha Duncan-Drake
When Miles sets foot inside The King James pub he knows instantly there is a disembodied soul in residence. The question is, is the soul responsible for the deaths that have happened on the site or were they just accidents. It’s Miles’ job to catch troublesome lost souls, but when danger strikes he might just be too late.
Some Things Are Stranger… by Sophie Duncan
Life is weird enough for Jake being a werewolf on the run from The Pagan Dawn, ruthless hunters determined to wipe out all ‘paranormal scum’. His luck runs out when he is ambushed after a Halloween party and, badly injured, he dives into the shadows of an abandoned warehouse with his pursuers on his heels. Yet, Jake discovers that he is not alone and his encounter with a goofy hobo, who talks about the place being haunted, teaches him that all strangeness is relative.
Cursed: A Horror Collection by Natasha Duncan-Drake & Sophie Duncan
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If Wishes Were … by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Essie and her friend Beth are taking a trip to commiserate Beth’s loss of yet another boyfriend. When they visit a spooky old graveyard and Essie makes a wish on a haunted mausoleum, things don’t turn out how she expected at all.
Happy Families by Sophie Duncan
Bridget loves Happy Families, so when she finds an old pack in a junk shop she buys them. She lives to regret it, as strange and nasty things start to happen to her house-mates.
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We are almost at the end, well done to everyone for nearly making it. Over here at Wittegen Press we are discussing the ‘why’ behind our books. Today, Natasha Duncan-Drake is going to talk about why ‘yuck’ means something to her.
So I love horror, at least supernatural horror. My favourite is a good ghost story, but I do enjoy monsters as well. That is why ‘yuck’ came to mind for my short story ‘The Crosses We Bear’. This was written for the Giveaway Games and I wanted to write something that would make my audience shy away and go ‘yuck’ or ‘ewww’.
This is the traditional story of outsiders who mess with something they do not understand and pay the consequences.
I simply let myself enjoy writing this one. The male protagonist really isn’t a very nice man so I hope the reader kind of enjoys it when he gets his comeuppance 😈 . There are actually two monsters and I hope the first makes people shudder and the second screw up their nose and murmur ‘yuck’.
Do you like horror? Are you fond of monsters? Which is your favourite horror monster? I think mine is The Thing – makes me shudder every time.
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Lyle is a businessman on a team building weekend in Scotland. The hotel is bad, the company is worse and he could have been in the South of France on a yacht.
When he decides to sleep with his ex-wife, another of the executives, it’s nothing extraordinary, but they really should have left the crosses in Lyle’s room alone.
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