I recently stumbled into a new author... How does one do that.... Well, just be me!!!!
It is my pleasure to welcome to you... Ms. CJ Gabriel!
She is interviewing me at her place... Can you believe that... Me... And of course I plan on making things entertaining to say the least...
So, authors and readers are welcome by the boat load... Why?? Cuz I am there DUH!!!!
No, seriously... We, Ms. CJ and I, are having a give away!! An awesome giveaway if I say so myself!!!
Look for my review coming on this book.... I cannot wait to start reading this!!!
A little taste..... From Eternal Press
For seven years she’s fought her demons, but now a stranger has arrived and the real battle is about to begin…
In the wild Wyoming Territory, controlled by an evil cattle baron and his outlaw’s guns, one woman is hiding from her horrific crime and one man is seeking revenge. But when a deadly stranger comes to town, Evil takes on a terrifying new face. Now hiding is no longer an option and a revolver cannot kill the supernatural presence that is waiting in the dark city to claim the souls of those foolish enough to stand against it....
I will give you an even bigger taste of what it is about... I obtained this from Ms. CJ's place!!!!!
Somewhere in the Old West....
A woman is hiding from her crime. A gunman is running from his past. A cattlebaron is plotting his next kill... and a Demon is just arriving in town for the showdown.
~Excerpt From Chapter 10~
Rian awoke with a start. Cold sweat was running down her back. She sat up and felt not the soft down of her bed, but the hard grit of gravel and dirt beneath her finger tips. She looked about in confusion. Then, with terror, she recognized her surroundings. She had been here many times before.
It was twilight. The sky was still an ugly, murky orange marbled with engorged, blackish-red clouds. She shuddered as she looked up the empty street. The buildings on either side stood dark and stared vacantly down at her with windows that were hollow, ominous eyes. Their shutters flapped sluggishly despite the fact that the air was eerily still and malignant. A chill ran down her spine as she turned to look along the other side of the street.
At the far end, just at the town's edge, was the outline of a man sitting on a horse as black as the Devil's heart. It was not the horse, but the man, injured and slumping atop the horse, that drew her attention. This time, she knew who it was.
She could not make out his face but the picture was all too familiar. A scream, silent and gagging, wedged in her throat. Rising with the horrid sluggishness of one trapped in a nightmare, Rian ran to the horse. Her footsteps clanged like the fall of a blacksmith's hammer on steel as they struck the ground. "Bradyn!" she cried in a voice barely more than a mocking whisper. "Bradyn!"
Limp and lifeless, he sat upon the horse whose eyes glowed with the raging fires of Hell's brimstone. His body was riddled with bullet holes, but only a thin trickle of blood ran from his chest. She screamed out to him again and this time he lifted his gaze to her. Rian felt her blood run cold as she looked at his face. He was missing an eye and his mouth was nothing more than a bloody, bashed-in hole. She saw that his hands had been sliced and bruised, then tied to the saddle horn in horrible reminiscence of the day she'd first seen him.
Fierce anger and numbing fear drove her to his side. Stumbling up to the horse, she worked frantically to untie him.
"I wouldn't touch him if I were you." A voice as deep as a river and as electrifying as a jagged streak of lightning filled the street. "I wouldn't touch him."
Rian turned slowly and felt the fury of a thousand hurricanes begin to churn through her blood. Two figures stood at the other end of the town. They were black against a dismal setting sun. Their dusters flapped lifelessly in the heavy, unmoving air. Why were there two men now? Who had the demon brought with him?
"Stay away from us!" She heard her voice, a foreign and distant shriek, echoing down the dead-calm street.
A rumbling chuckle drifted through the town. Quiet at first, it grew in volume until it was an eerie, ubiquitous thundering. Ravens gathered by the hundreds on the roof tops and along the streets, their cackling caws blending with the demonic laughter.
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