Teaser Tuesday with Paul Flewitt

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is with author Paul Flewitt! 

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Sometimes magic works…

Grief drives people to extreme behaviour, and when Poor Jeffrey Kinsey is killed, his friends go to some extreme lengths to bring him back… But Jeffrey’s death isn’t the only thing going on in town…

Several girls have disappeared, only to be found half eaten by an unidentifiable creature later… it’s enough to drive a town insane. For Tommy, Jade and Chloe the next few weeks will make them or break them… and a story begins…

Poor Jeffrey; he never wanted death to be this way…

EXCERPT:

Poor Jeffrey couldn’t get anything quite right. His father called him stupid, not unkindly but it was an unfair label; Jeffrey was never stupid. Clumsy, yes, stupid, never. He had clumsy hands, and was tall and gangly with overlong arms and feet that were somehow always too big in his sneakers. These peculiarities of anatomy meant he would trip over pretty much anything from the telephone stand in the hall to a pesky rock jutting out of the ground. Pretty much anything that a normal foot would merely guide its owner over without harm or incident, Jeffrey’s clown-like feet would lead him to some minor catastrophe or other. He had often thought his entire body was ungainly. Never had he considered his foot might be homicidal.

He daydreamed a lot, which didn’t help his cause. He could often walk right past his destination because some mathematical problem or fruity teen fantasy had taken hold of his mind and blinded him to the road. It’s what killed him in the end. Walking home one night and not looking where he was going, head lost in the memory of the Ouija he and his friends had played with that night, he slipped in the remains of a raccoon or some such road kill, his feet unerringly leading him to the one obstacle in his path that might bring him to ruin.

He couldn’t blame the weather for what was about to befall him; it was a cloudless summer evening, the sweet smell of pine mingling with freshly turned earth filling his nostrils. He drifted off to one of those other places he often found himself going to in his mind, heedless of the road by his side. He never noticed the two pinprick lights growing in the distance, just walked with his head down, looking but sightless as he made his mechanical way home.  First he felt something slimy underfoot, like rain slicked mud all smooth and without purchase. Then time seemed to slow for him as he saw headlights rushing toward him. Jeffrey saw his arms pin wheeling to stop a fall that was by now inevitable. In his mind he saw many possible outcomes from his predicament, but it was all happening much too quickly to act any more decisively than to swing his arms and hope. Then he was falling too sharply to recover his balance. He fell hard.

It wouldn’t have been fatal, but a truck was passing by at that same instant. The vehicle only struck a passing blow, but it was enough to kill him. But poor Jeffrey, clumsy Jeffrey. He couldn’t even get dying quite right


Paul Flewitt lives in Sheffield, UK with his partner and their two children. He is a writer of horror and dark fiction with JEA press. 

Paul is the author of “Smoke” a flash fiction which appeared in OzHorrorCon’s Book of Tribes anthology, “Paradise Park” from JEA’s All That Remains anthology and the stand alone novella “Poor Jeffrey” through CHBB’Vamptasy press. He continues to work on further pieces…

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Teaser Tuesday & GIVEAWAY!!

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is with author Jessica Lauryn.
One lucky commentor will receive an ebook copy of one of her novels-WINNER’s CHOICE! 
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In the course of one disastrous evening, diamond smuggling kingpin Colin Westwood learns that his best recruit is missing in action, and that the man has been keeping a secret for years—he has a twenty six year old daughter. Determined to protect his identity, Colin vows to find the young woman, and keep her silent at any cost. Intrigued to learn that she is actually the attractive woman he kissed, he makes Julia an offer. Come to New York City with him to search for her missing father…as his mistress.
When Julia Dyson learns her father has been abducted, she believes his hidden profession may be to blame.  But when she discovers a man’s name in her Dad’s caller history, a man suspected of shady business activity and also her teenage crush, she decides to take matters into her own hands.  She confronts her father’s presumed abductor, resulting in an unforgettable kiss, and his offer of a dangerous proposition indeed.
Though becoming Colin’s mistress could very well be her undoing, Julia must choose—give in to her desires, or protect her already-broken heart…

Excerpt:
Feeling as though he were on the brink of an explosion, Colin said, “Did that guy—I mean—Dylan Rossler didn’t…you and he didn’t—”
“Of course not!  Holy crap, Westwood.  What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“One who clearly has a death wish,” Colin muttered under his breath.
“Me?” Julia exclaimed.  “I went over there to save your ass.  Not the other way around.”
“Which you were obviously doing a phenomenal job with while you were locked inside that bedroom.”
Her chin squared.  “You may have been the one to kick the door down, but I would have gotten out of that room with or without your help.”
“If you really believe that Julia, then you really are naïve.  Do you realize what Dylan Rossler would have done if I hadn’t gotten there when I did?  Allow me to clue you in since you’re obviously not aware.  Because it’s the same thing every other red-blooded bastard at that party wanted to do to you!”
“You mean—” she bit her lip, “that he—”
“Was planning on having sex with you?  Of course, Julia, of course those guys thought you were sexy, of course Dylan Rossler wanted to have sex with you!  I’m not blind.  I can see what’s right in front of me.  Any man at that party who didn’t want you was either gay or in a drunken coma!”
Her blue eyes narrowed and Colin bit his tongue.  He hadn’t intended to say all that out loud.  Hadn’t intended to say any of it, in fact.  But he was glad it had happened because he was done holding back. 
There was something between him and Julia.  A need that ran deep, and had been building since that night in his bed.  Sometimes it seemed as if it had been longer, particularly at moments such as this when he wanted nothing more than to toss her onto the bed, rip off that damned cocktail dress she was wearing and sample every last inch of her skin. 
He’d wanted to keep his desires to himself, wanted to keep things simple between them.  The complications they were risking were great, and God knew he hated the idea that he was taking advantage of Julia when her father was missing.  But right now, he couldn’t seem to think about those things.  And after everything they’d been through tonight, he was no longer sure that holding back was going to be possible. 
“Does ‘every other red-blooded bastard’ include you?” Julia asked, blinking her blue eyes furiously.    
Colin took a staggered breath.  Narrowing his gaze, he approached her with two hastened steps.  “If you didn’t want me to behave like a red-blooded bastard, Julia,” he whispered, “then, you shouldn’t have worn this dress.”   
Her eyes opened wide and he swooped in, capturing her lips with his.  Tasting the sweetness of her mouth, his last bit of willpower escaped him.  He kissed Julia with everything he had been holding back, running his fingertips through her hair, drawing her against him as though he could somehow claim her as his own.
As he dipped his tongue into her mouth, Julia released a squeal; one he couldn’t quite tell was in protest, or desire.  Wanting to believe more than anything that it was the latter, Colin drew back.  He’d waited so long to have her; he needed to know that she was hungering for him as much as he was her.
“I’m going too fast,” he said, sounding much more out of breath than he had expected himself to.  “If you don’t want this, or if you’re not sure—”
“I’m sure,” she said, cutting him off with a smile that melted his insides.  “I want this too, Colin.  I have for a long time.”
“You mean since the night you snuck into my bed?”  Recalling with vivid clarity the way her warm silhouette had felt, becoming hard at the thought of it, he said, “Because I’ve never been able to stop thinking about that night.” 
Julia’s porcelain face grew crimson.  A sexy grin formed on her silken lips.  “Neither have I,” she said.  “But actually, that wasn’t the first time I saw you.”
 “It wasn’t?”  He raised a thoughtful brow.
“No,” she said, glittering eyelids turning downwards.  Taking a deep breath, she said, “When I was sixteen, I worked as a maid at the Westwood Inn.  When I was finishing up for the day, I used to come by the lobby.  I’d see you sign for your father’s money, and…I’d watch you.  Unable to take my eyes away.” 
Colin’s irises widened three sizes.  Desmond was right—Julia had once worked at one of his father’s hotels.  But the wildcard, the very intriguing wildcard was that she’d had a crush on him at the time.  A teenage crush she had apparently been carrying around a good portion of her life.  Though he knew there hadn’t been much about him that would have impressed a woman in his early twenties, the fact that Julia thought there was gave him an immense amount of satisfaction and pride. 
How such an attractive woman had been so closely in his vicinity and he hadn’t noticed her was beyond him.  If Julia had been half as beautiful as she was now, he would have remembered her for sure.
And then, it hit him.  The young woman who’d knocked the supply cart down the lobby staircase.  That was why he felt as if he’d seen her before.  Julia Dyson was certainly true to form, at least in terms of the bold incidents she seemed to be responsible for causing.  He remembered that day well, as he had spent most of the afternoon explaining to his father that he had witnessed the incident personally, that the wheel of the supply cart had locked, making the incident no one’s fault and the maid should not be fired.  
“Some of my finer moments, I’m sure,” he said, offering a debonair smile. 
Julia gave him a thorough once-over.  “Oh, I don’t know.  You looked pretty fine to me.”
Ignited by her suggestive words, Colin gleamed.  Taking Julia’s hands in his, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.  He slipped an arm around her waist, drawing her close.  “And what do you think of me now, Julia?”
She hid her eyes.  Not about to let her get shy on him now, he slid his cheek against hers.  He planted a kiss against her delicate earlobe, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. 
Good God.  She tasted like vanilla and jasmine, and he found himself wanting to sample her as though she were a piece of candied pie.  Exploring her soft skin, Colin re-acquainted himself with her scent, the evidence of which had been the only reminder of her presence that had been left behind on his pillowcase.  
“I…I think you’re incredible,” Julia said, words coming on a breath.
Fire ignited within him.  For two agonizing months, he had wanted her.  Wanted to hold her, to feel her body against his.  He was going to undress and savor every inch of her perfect figure.  And then he was going to explore every last one of her secret treasures—the peaks of her breasts, the crevices of her thighs. 
Julia Dyson was the most infuriating woman he had ever known.  She was also the most beguiling.  Now that he knew she wanted him too, there was nothing keeping him from experiencing everything she had to offer.
“Then, let me know show you how incredible I can be.”  

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Teaser Tuesday & Contest from Jody A. Kessler

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is from Author Jody A. Kessler. Check out the contest too! 

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Death Lies Between Us    by  Jody A. Kessler
A New Adult Paranormal Romance from Crescent Moon Press. 
Saving the life of someone you love should not be the worst thing you have ever done, unless you are an Angel of Death.

Disgruntled with his position in the afterlife and conflicted by his feelings toward his new client, Nathaniel Evans forgoes the rules and saves nineteen year old Juliana Crowson from being hopelessly stuck in Forge Creek. This alters Juliana’s destiny and she finds herself in a series of near death accidents.

In the mountains of Colorado, Nathaniel comforts Juliana as she struggles to understand her paranormal abilities while coping with her brother’s drug addiction. When an ill-tempered Native American Shaman teaches her the difference between ghosts and place memories, she decides she wants nothing to do with the supernatural world. Too bad she doesn’t know that Nathaniel is part of it. 

Will fate bring these two together, or has Nathaniel made the biggest mistake of his afterlife?

Excerpt
“Juliana?” I don’t respond. I can’t face anyone.

“Can I sit with you?”

I hug my knees into my chest with my face buried in my folded arms. I mumble into the pit of my lap. “Are you here to end my misery?”

“Not yet.”

It’s an odd answer but then again so was the question. “Then, please leave.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come, but neither can I go.”

I turn my face, taking in the crisp air and digest his unusual answers. There are so many things that have happened tonight that don’t make any sense. Why would one more confusing sentiment make any difference?

Loneliness wraps around me, holding me in a cool embrace. I break its grip by saying, “It goes on the list, you know?” I speak into the dark. No movement or sound gives away his location but I can feel him close by. The low thumping of Blue Nouveau’s drums is the only sound breaking the stillness of the forest.

The caress of his voice brushes my ear. “Which list are you referring to?”

“Our list — things that are inexplicable.”

“Which deficiency of mankind are we adding tonight?”

“Lying to someone you love.” My voice is flat but the tear leaking from my eye gives away my true feelings.

“We can put that one on the top of the list,” he says.

 A tender hand surprises me as it wraps gently around my swollen ankle and finds a comfortable hold. The warmth penetrates through the sore muscles like a mild current of electricity.
Jody A. Kessler enjoys writing paranormal novels and is a member of Pikes Peak Writers.  She is a yoga instructor, Reiki Master, and a graduate from the Colorado Institute of Massage Therapy. When she took an extended leave from her massage practice to stay at home with her newborn she returned to her first true passion —writing. She spends most of her time being a mother, writing, and teaching yoga, but also likes going to concerts, hiking, practicing herbal medicine, and reading anything that catches her interest. Jody lives in the mountains of Colorado with her family.
Death Lies Between Us is her debut novel and the first book in the An Angel Falls series. Book two, Angel Dreams, is scheduled for release in early 2014.
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