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<---If you click on that link at any time during the fair, you can find books for under 5.00, Giveaways, Events, Prizes, and more.
Each day I will host a different book. Some are from the hop, some are books I love, and some are books through my publisher, Crescent Moon Press.
Make sure you check the link below for .99 cent books full of romance and passion.
I'm pleased to introduce you to Noree Cosper, author of A Prescription for Delirium.
First off, if the book cover doesn't remind you of some great old horror stories, you're not paying attention. I'm addicted to horror--but love the old black and white's better than slasher movies with blood and guts. They are just so trivial--so leave nothing to the imagination. Now, M. Night Shyamalan, an Indian/American screenwriter best captures the old days updated with new themes. At least in my opinion.
Blurb:
Ninety years ago, Gabriella di Luca promised to protect the family of her dying lover. She failed to keep that promise. She was too far away to stop the devil that murdered the eldest Van Helsing son. Years later, Gabby learns the devil has resurfaced. She arrives in Hampton, TX, determined to stop the devil before it can lay a bloody hand on the remaining three brothers. However, madness is spreading through Hampton. She suspects the devil is using this madness to test a drug which has a side effect of demonic possession. Gabby rushes to end the source of the madness only to fall victim to it. For a woman cursed with eternal life, dying is no threat. However, Gabby must stop the devil's plot or risk losing her most precious possession: her mind.
Excerpt:
Adrian sat at a desk, typing on a laptop. Scattered around him were various tools and pieces of mechanical equipment. I blinked as one of the machines grew before my eyes and new chips appeared out of thin air.
“Is this a camera?” I asked.
He glanced up from the laptop to the device I was pointing at and nodded before focusing on the screen again.
“These are your tiny robots at work?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
I leaned in for a better look. “How are they building from nothing?”
He pointed to a pile of pipes, discarded cellphones, and cds. “They’re breaking down those on a molecular level. The molecules are being used to build the new device.”
I tilted my head at him. “This still sounds a lot like magic.”
He snorted. “When you get science this advanced, it starts to blend with magic to those incapable of understanding it.”
Did he just insult my intelligence? “But magic was the basis for modern science. What would chemistry be without alchemy? Astronomy without astrology? Even your robots could be attributed from ancient Jewish golem creation.”
“And we have moved beyond such antiquated practices.”
“Have we? Vampires, demons, even spirits still exist, though science denies them.”
“Most do. Because they have no substantial proof. Magic doesn’t always work for those who try.”
“That’s because they don’t understand.”
He smiled. “And that is the beauty of science. Once something is built, the common man doesn’t have to understand how the device works to use it.”
I opened my mouth to respond and stopped, realizing I didn’t have an argument for that point. Most magic, be it Hermetic, Enochian, or Witchcraft, had to be exact. The symbols, timetables, and pronunciations were complex. One mistake and the magic wouldn’t work, or have dire consequences. Magic came in five forms: talismans, symbols, rituals, incantations and alchemy. What Adrian was describing was a lot like talismans. Still several of those were triggered off of a symbol or incantation. If it was incorrect it wouldn’t work or go wrong.
“You use magical symbols with your gun," I said.
“You were correct about the demons and spirits,” Adrian said. “Until I can discover a scientific way to destroy them I have to resort to less efficient methods.”
“I’m sure your muse will give you an idea.”
He sighed. “Once again, I mentioned the muse as a metaphor.”
I shifted to my second sight. The colors dimmed to a dull gray and the new equipment was replaced by that of a previous era. In the place of the laptop was a typewriter. Certain time periods left an impression on the Eclipse, the spirit world. I turned my attention to Adrian and the colors blooming around him. Greens and yellows mixed with a small amount of red. He had a brilliant mind, but he still had a lingering anger. However, his emotions weren’t what I was looking for. It was the woman standing over his shoulder. She stood out amongst the gray of the spirit world. Her hair was in golden ringlets that flowed in a swirl design to the side of her head. A white toga hung on her athletic form and came to mid-thigh. Golden sandals adorned her feet, leaving her manicured toes open. She had an angular face, high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips moved and Adrian’s fingers flew over the keyboard.
“Right,” I said. “And that part about hearing a woman speak to you in your dreams?”
“Lots a men dream that. Perhaps I should seek sexual attention.” He smirked at me. “Interested?”
“Like I could ever compete with your robots. Maybe you should make yourself a woman.”
“Perhaps. In any case, it is just a dream.”
I sighed. One night three months ago, I’d gotten him to explain where he’d gotten his ideas. It’d taken a bottle of alcohol. He rarely drank, but we’d been celebrating our victory over Ose and the destruction of the drug, so he’d made an exception. He’d described his muse as a vision from a dream. She’d been exactly like I’d seen her. The next day he’d denied believing she was real.
“How can you rely on my ability to see demons but deny that I can see your muse?” I asked.
His eye twitched and he stopped typing. “I’m not one of these emissaries you speak of. I don’t have any special abilities.”
“Except for the ability to create things way beyond any current scientific advancement.”
He smirked. “Someone has to make the breakthroughs.”
I shook my head. I was getting nowhere again. I should just be happy that Adrian finally accepted me as an asset. I was no longer a monster to him. He still found my abilities discomforting, as those of his brothers’, but he viewed them as a necessary evil.
“It’s strange that Esais found out about the warehouse,” I said.
He shrugged as he continued to type. “He’s taking this organization thing seriously. I’m sure that he’s been working hard to gather information.”
“I take it you believe his odd behavior is just stress?”
“Most likely. However, he turned out to be right, didn’t he?”
I cleared my throat. “Tres isn’t sure if he can identify the drug, so I’m calling Jonah for his expertise.”
“I’m sure he can use his alchemy to give you and explanation you’ll be able to understand.”
I gritted my teeth and mumbled. He’d won this round but I’d find a way to come back. After all, I was right, even if he refused to see that. I turned to go but paused as an afterthought. “Are you coming with us to meet Lucy?”
“I supposed I will,” he said.
I nodded. “I will see you tomorrow then.”
He rolled his eyes. “I count the time apart.”
Biography
Noree Cosper loves writing about magic in the modern world. While growing up in Texas she constantly searched for mystical elements in the mundane. She buried her nose in both fiction and books about Wicca, Religion, and Mythology. Everyday became an adventure as she joined a group of role-players, acting out her fantasies of vampires, demons, and monsters living in the world.
She embraced her nerdom wholeheartedly.
Noree grew, but never left her love for fantasy and horror. Her dreams pushed her and her hand itched to write the visions she saw. So, with her fingers on the keys, she did what her heart had been telling her to do since childhood. She wrote.
Connect with Noree
Website | Blog
Facebook | Twitter | Google + | Pinterest | Youtube
Amazon | Goodreads
Buy Yours Now: Amazon (US) | Amazon (UK) | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | Paperback
Add it on Goodreads
Thank you Noree! Your book sounds wonderful. For my readers, check back tomorrow for some more great reads!
First off, if the book cover doesn't remind you of some great old horror stories, you're not paying attention. I'm addicted to horror--but love the old black and white's better than slasher movies with blood and guts. They are just so trivial--so leave nothing to the imagination. Now, M. Night Shyamalan, an Indian/American screenwriter best captures the old days updated with new themes. At least in my opinion.
Blurb:
Ninety years ago, Gabriella di Luca promised to protect the family of her dying lover. She failed to keep that promise. She was too far away to stop the devil that murdered the eldest Van Helsing son. Years later, Gabby learns the devil has resurfaced. She arrives in Hampton, TX, determined to stop the devil before it can lay a bloody hand on the remaining three brothers. However, madness is spreading through Hampton. She suspects the devil is using this madness to test a drug which has a side effect of demonic possession. Gabby rushes to end the source of the madness only to fall victim to it. For a woman cursed with eternal life, dying is no threat. However, Gabby must stop the devil's plot or risk losing her most precious possession: her mind.
Excerpt:
Adrian sat at a desk, typing on a laptop. Scattered around him were various tools and pieces of mechanical equipment. I blinked as one of the machines grew before my eyes and new chips appeared out of thin air.
“Is this a camera?” I asked.
He glanced up from the laptop to the device I was pointing at and nodded before focusing on the screen again.
“These are your tiny robots at work?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
I leaned in for a better look. “How are they building from nothing?”
He pointed to a pile of pipes, discarded cellphones, and cds. “They’re breaking down those on a molecular level. The molecules are being used to build the new device.”
I tilted my head at him. “This still sounds a lot like magic.”
He snorted. “When you get science this advanced, it starts to blend with magic to those incapable of understanding it.”
Did he just insult my intelligence? “But magic was the basis for modern science. What would chemistry be without alchemy? Astronomy without astrology? Even your robots could be attributed from ancient Jewish golem creation.”
“And we have moved beyond such antiquated practices.”
“Have we? Vampires, demons, even spirits still exist, though science denies them.”
“Most do. Because they have no substantial proof. Magic doesn’t always work for those who try.”
“That’s because they don’t understand.”
He smiled. “And that is the beauty of science. Once something is built, the common man doesn’t have to understand how the device works to use it.”
I opened my mouth to respond and stopped, realizing I didn’t have an argument for that point. Most magic, be it Hermetic, Enochian, or Witchcraft, had to be exact. The symbols, timetables, and pronunciations were complex. One mistake and the magic wouldn’t work, or have dire consequences. Magic came in five forms: talismans, symbols, rituals, incantations and alchemy. What Adrian was describing was a lot like talismans. Still several of those were triggered off of a symbol or incantation. If it was incorrect it wouldn’t work or go wrong.
“You use magical symbols with your gun," I said.
“You were correct about the demons and spirits,” Adrian said. “Until I can discover a scientific way to destroy them I have to resort to less efficient methods.”
“I’m sure your muse will give you an idea.”
He sighed. “Once again, I mentioned the muse as a metaphor.”
I shifted to my second sight. The colors dimmed to a dull gray and the new equipment was replaced by that of a previous era. In the place of the laptop was a typewriter. Certain time periods left an impression on the Eclipse, the spirit world. I turned my attention to Adrian and the colors blooming around him. Greens and yellows mixed with a small amount of red. He had a brilliant mind, but he still had a lingering anger. However, his emotions weren’t what I was looking for. It was the woman standing over his shoulder. She stood out amongst the gray of the spirit world. Her hair was in golden ringlets that flowed in a swirl design to the side of her head. A white toga hung on her athletic form and came to mid-thigh. Golden sandals adorned her feet, leaving her manicured toes open. She had an angular face, high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips moved and Adrian’s fingers flew over the keyboard.
“Right,” I said. “And that part about hearing a woman speak to you in your dreams?”
“Lots a men dream that. Perhaps I should seek sexual attention.” He smirked at me. “Interested?”
“Like I could ever compete with your robots. Maybe you should make yourself a woman.”
“Perhaps. In any case, it is just a dream.”
I sighed. One night three months ago, I’d gotten him to explain where he’d gotten his ideas. It’d taken a bottle of alcohol. He rarely drank, but we’d been celebrating our victory over Ose and the destruction of the drug, so he’d made an exception. He’d described his muse as a vision from a dream. She’d been exactly like I’d seen her. The next day he’d denied believing she was real.
“How can you rely on my ability to see demons but deny that I can see your muse?” I asked.
His eye twitched and he stopped typing. “I’m not one of these emissaries you speak of. I don’t have any special abilities.”
“Except for the ability to create things way beyond any current scientific advancement.”
He smirked. “Someone has to make the breakthroughs.”
I shook my head. I was getting nowhere again. I should just be happy that Adrian finally accepted me as an asset. I was no longer a monster to him. He still found my abilities discomforting, as those of his brothers’, but he viewed them as a necessary evil.
“It’s strange that Esais found out about the warehouse,” I said.
He shrugged as he continued to type. “He’s taking this organization thing seriously. I’m sure that he’s been working hard to gather information.”
“I take it you believe his odd behavior is just stress?”
“Most likely. However, he turned out to be right, didn’t he?”
I cleared my throat. “Tres isn’t sure if he can identify the drug, so I’m calling Jonah for his expertise.”
“I’m sure he can use his alchemy to give you and explanation you’ll be able to understand.”
I gritted my teeth and mumbled. He’d won this round but I’d find a way to come back. After all, I was right, even if he refused to see that. I turned to go but paused as an afterthought. “Are you coming with us to meet Lucy?”
“I supposed I will,” he said.
I nodded. “I will see you tomorrow then.”
He rolled his eyes. “I count the time apart.”
Biography
Noree Cosper loves writing about magic in the modern world. While growing up in Texas she constantly searched for mystical elements in the mundane. She buried her nose in both fiction and books about Wicca, Religion, and Mythology. Everyday became an adventure as she joined a group of role-players, acting out her fantasies of vampires, demons, and monsters living in the world.
She embraced her nerdom wholeheartedly.
Noree grew, but never left her love for fantasy and horror. Her dreams pushed her and her hand itched to write the visions she saw. So, with her fingers on the keys, she did what her heart had been telling her to do since childhood. She wrote.
Connect with Noree
Website | Blog
Facebook | Twitter | Google + | Pinterest | Youtube
Amazon | Goodreads
Buy Yours Now: Amazon (US) | Amazon (UK) | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | Paperback
Add it on Goodreads
Thank you Noree! Your book sounds wonderful. For my readers, check back tomorrow for some more great reads!
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Date: February 08, 2013 12:00AM through the 9th.
Venue: http://www.sisterhoodbooks.blogspot.com/
Location: The United States
Description: 30 authors offering 35 titles at an amazing 99 cent price February 8 & 9 during the Better Than Chocolate: Books for a Buck Hop.
Bestsellers * Award Winners * Hot New Releases
Take advantage of these LIMITED TIME OFFERS.
Categories include: Young Adult, New Adult, Urban Fantasy, Horror, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance, and Chick Lit.
Thank you for stopping by!
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