Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Lucky 13 Blog Hop WINNER!!

A HUGE thank you to everyone who stopped by and shared their Halloween treat obsessions. It was such fun reading about some of your favorite memories of the spooky holiday.

But like all good things the Lucky 13 Blog Hop has come to an end and it's time to draw the winner of two adorable Halloween bears and a print copy of HELLSBANE.

So without further ado (weird word, fyi) the winner is...

Tammy Ramey

Didn't win? :-( Cheer up! You still have one more day to enter 
for a chance to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card and another pair of those adorable Halloween bears!

Saturday, October 19, 2013

TWO Halloween Blog Hops--TWO chances to WIN!

 I am SOOOO into the season I signed up to participate in TWO Halloween blog hops. They're both running at the same time so that means you have a chance to win DOUBLE the prizes!!

Follow the Lucky 13 blog hop for a chance to win a ton of great prizes along each stop. Then fill out the rafflecopter to win a grand prize Halloween book bundle!

Click the button and leave a comment after the hop post for a chance to win a print copy of HELLSBANE plus two adorable Halloween stuffed bears. (One angle bear--in honor of HELLSBANE and one witch bear in honor of Halloween.

Follow Entangled All Entangled Eve Halloween Hop... Entangled Publishing is hosting a massive blog hop.  With over 50 authors participating, this is your chance to win a ton of fantastic prizes from your favorite authors!

Click the button and leave a comment after the hop post for a chance to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card plus two adorable Halloween stuffed bears.

Friday, October 18, 2013

All Entangled Eve, A Halloween Hop

This Halloween, get SpOoKy, get FuNkY.  Get down this October with AlL EnTaNgLeD EvE.
Entangled Publishing is hosting a massive blog hop.  With over 50 authors participating! Make sure you follow the links below to visit all the stops and have a chance to win a ton of awesome prizes!

 Welcome to my stop on the hop. For you first time visitors, my name is Paige Cuccaro and I'm the author of Entangled Select's urban fantasy series, HELLSBANE.

Someone’s killing angels and turning the half human, half angel illorum warriors against their angelic supporters. If the supernatural baddy behind the attacks isn’t stopped soon, Heaven itself could fall victim. The Council of Seven has called in the best they’ve got to find the killers, and no one’s more surprised than Emma Jane Hellsbane when it’s her phone that rings.
But when her own angelic mentor—and off-limits hottie—Eli is targeted, Emma takes it personally. With Emma hot on the trail of the growing army of assassins, though, hackles start to raise around her. Everyone wants to know if she’s in it to protect all angels or just one in particular. The Council has their suspicions…and so does Emma’s boyfriend.
Now Emma isn’t just fighting off demons, rogue nephilim, and Fallen angels, but she’s defending her honor as well. The problem is even Emma Jane isn’t sure of her motives. One thing she does know: if she doesn’t figure out the killers’ identities soon, she may not live long enough to know what, or who, she really wants.
It’s all in a day’s work as Heaven’s ultimate bounty hunter.

To help get everyone into the spirit of the holiday I'd like to share my own personal ghost story... But first, as part of the blog hop, I'm giving away a $25 Amazon Gift Card and these two adorable stuffed teddy bears--one angel bear (in honer of my Hellsbane series), and one witch bear (in honor of the season.)

For a chance to win, tell me if you've ever had a supernatural experience. Ever see a ghost? Tell me about it in the comments and you'll entered in the drawing.

 Okay, so it was years ago, back when I was seventeen or so. My family’s home is out in the boonies—farm fields surrounded by deep forest. One night me, my best friend, Dee, her boyfriend, Steve, and his best friend, Gerry, were hanging out near my home on a tiny one lane bridge off a dead end road. The dead end road passed beside a long open field. At the other end of the field (maybe a quarter of a mile long) was a small brick building owned by a local company. They manufactured something…I was never sure what. But it was just a small one story building with six normal sized windows on each side.
Growing up I’d heard the stories about the horrible accident that happened in that building. Rumor was a worker had gotten caught up in some of the machinery and had been mangled so badly he died. Who knows if that actually happened? But there were all kinds of stories about lights turning on and off at night when no one was there and people seeing someone passing across the windows when the business was closed. The point is the place was supposed to be haunted by this poor dead employee. 
So, this dark night Steve and his friend Gerry were riding Gerry’s dirt bike and it’d broken down at the edge of the building’s parking lot. My friend, Dee and I had driven them in my car to Gerry’s house to get some tools, then back to the bike. I should mention that in the country there aren’t many street lights. Some people have what we called Dusk to Dawn lights provided by the power company, but you don’t really find them along wooded roads or in open fields. The point is, it gets really, really dark.
The building had two lights though and Gerry had left his dirt bike leaning against the pole of one of them. Like I said, it was a small business, small building and therefore a small parking lot—gravel covered. So the tall light was only about ten feet from the corner of the building. Dee and I dropped them off right next to the bike, then drove the quarter mile to the dead end road at the other end of the field to wait for them.
I parked my car right off the main road and Dee and I sat on the little bridge to wait for Steve and Gerry to ride through the field on the repaired bike. It was dark, but we all lived in the area so it wasn’t uncomfortable.
We’d been waiting about thirty minutes when we heard this weird moaning sound. It kind of sounded like a wind up siren that wasn’t quite working right. Dee and I got really quite, listening, trying to figure out what it was.
Then suddenly the sound of feet rushing through knee high grass joined the weird moan, and someone said, “Keep going. Just keep going.”
Dee and I peered through the darkness in the direction of the voice but couldn’t see anything until Steve and Gerry were about 15 feet away…no bike, no tools, both running full tilt through the black night.
They flew over the big steal gate that closed the entrance to the field, ran up the road toward us, ran passed us, over the bridge right up to my car and jumped in. As they raced by I heard Gerry yell. “Get in the car! Get in the car! Get in the Car!”
Steve didn’t really say anything, he was too busy making that weird mewling sound like a broken siren, his arms pumping like a steam train, eyes wide hair—I kid you not—on end!
Dee and I aren’t exactly the brave-in-the-face-of-danger sort, so when our guy friends ran past us, skin pasty white, eyes as big a coke bottles saying, “Get in the car!”
We got in the car!
I think I might have broken the land speed record getting us out of there. We drove to the nearest brightly lit spot—the truck stop down the road—and parked. Steve was shaking like I’d never seen in the back seat. His pale skin had a kind of green tint to it. Gerry was sitting next shaking his head saying, “That didn’t happen. That didn’t happen.”
It took about fifteen minutes for the guys to calm down and when they finally did they told us what had happened after we dropped them off.
Gerry was kneeling down, working on the bike. Steve was standing on the other side handing him tools. Steve’s back was to the building, and Gerry’s view of the building was blocked by Steve. After a few minutes Steve heard a knocking sound. He asked Gerry if he heard it and when he stopped to listen, he said he did.
They stared at each other for a second, listening… knock-knock-knock…knock-knock-knock. Gerry said, “Sounds like someone knocking on a window or something.
Steve turned around and Gerry leaned to the side and both boys looked at the last window nearest them on the building. There, inside the dark building stood a man, light brown hair, kind of long to his shoulders, dressed in a green worker’s uniform. They met his eyes for a half second and then the man backed up four or five steps.
Suddenly his face creased, anger glinting in his eyes and raced straight at the window. The impact of his head against the glass was audible, hitting so hard his skull exploded like a ripe melon. Blood splatter everywhere, gray matter dripping in the mix.
The boys screamed, dropped their tools, let the bike fall and ran. They got maybe twenty feet before they first heard the pound of foot steps behind them. Neither one dared look back, but they knew whoever—whatever was chasing them was gaining fast. Gerry was out in front, with Steve only three or four strides behind. So when something snagged the back of Steve’s shirt, they both knew it.
Steve felt himself jerked back, his feet going out from under before he landed hard on his butt. Gerry didn’t stop. He yelled back, “Keep going! Keep going!”
His friend scrambled to his feet, fighting against the hands pawing at him, trying to hold him down. He didn’t look at what was grabbing him, he just fought his way free started running again. He caught up with Gerry and both boys didn’t stop until they reached my car.
I considered that maybe Gerry and Steve were just messing with us, but if they were, they’re amazing actors. They insisted on leaving their dirt bike and tools in the parking lot where they’d dropped them until the next day, knowing anyone could steal them. So if it was all a trick just to scare me and Dee, they were risking a lot.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was that night. And to this day I still refuse to look at that end window when I drive by the little building.

So that's my story. Creep? It was for us. So now it's your turn. Ever see a ghost? Leave a note about it in the comments and be entered in the drawing to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card and these two adorable stuffed teddy bears

The hop runs from October 18th-31st.  Make sure to visit all these authors’ blogs during the hop!  Comment on the various posts, and/or enter for the giveaways based on the author’s instructions.  Discover new-to-you authors.  Discover the awesome giveaways.  They’re spooky.  They’re funky.  You really don’t want to miss it!


Sunday, October 13, 2013

Lucky 13 Trick-or-Treat Blog Hop

Are you ready? The holidays are coming! Halloween is just around the corner and to get in the swing of things I'm participating in a Halloween blog hop.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. No surprise since I love reading and writing about angels, demons, vampires, werewolves...pretty much anything supernatural. As part of the blog hop, I'm giving away a print copy of HELLSBANE (the first book in my urban fantasy series) and these adorable stuffed teddy bears--one angel bear (in honer of my Hellsbane series), and one witch bear (in honor of the season.)

To be entered to win, just leave a comment below and tell me what your favorite treat was as a kid when you went trick-or-treating.
Open to US residents only. help me celebrate the season of spook, I've invited Emma Jane Hellsbane, the heroine of HELLSBANE, my urban fantasy series, to share a story with us. If there's anyone who knows about all things creepy and supernatural, it's Emma Jane.

Hi. I’m Emma Jane Hellsbane. (Yes. I know it rhymes. Let it go. Seriously.) I guess since Paige wrote that book, HELLSBANE, about my life people think I’m just some literary character and all the stuff in the book about me being a nephilim (half-human, half-angel) and being marked to hunt and kill my angelic father is just something she pulled out of thin air. Don’t I wish! And the stuff about fallen angels raping human women, demons being brought up from the abyss to kill people like me, the constant attacks, the sword fights, the severed heads, is all just made up. Right. *snort* Whatever gets your snooze on at night.
Am I real? Are fallen angels and their demon minions real? Have they been known to rape human women? This urban legend just might help you make up your mind. Ever hear of the Sri Lankan Grease Devil?
            Okay, so here’s the thing, about a year ago I was surfing the web and came across this urban legend sight talking about some trouble going on in Sri Lanka.
I’ve had a soft spot for the place ever since my magister—uh, he’s kind of my angelic hot, totally off limits angelic mentor—took me there on a heart stopping, romantic world wind tour to get a feel for the powers that come with being half angel. So when I saw the story about the creatures, the locals were calling Grease Devils, who were sneaking into the homes of single mothers and widows at night, biting and raping them, I knew I had a job to do.
As a marked nephilim it’s my job to banish fallen angels and their demon minions to the abyss. So I knew it was a demon the people of Sir Lanka were dealing with. After all, fallen angels had been seducing women since the beginning of time. Heaven had warred over it, thousands of angels had been banished for it, and it’s why people like me existed.
Demons were just fallen angels who’d been banished to the abyss eons ago and brought back by the newly fallen angels to serve them. Once they’re back in the world old lusts inevitably rise again except time in the hole changes them and their desires get twisted. That’s what was happening in Sir Lanka. An old angel turned demon wanted sex, he lusted for human flesh in every way and it would only get worse.
The police and government officials weren’t any help. They were calling him a prowler, saying he was just a normal man dressed in his underwear, who’d covered his face and body with grease to avoid capture. Even a facebook page started by some concerned locals didn’t help change their minds. Maybe there were a few run-of-the-mile human perverts who’d taken advantage of the demon’s MO to get their jollies. Or maybe it was the other way around. Didn’t matter. Vigilantes did what they had to. People were dying—whether they were guilty or not. But still the demon was running free. Even if they managed to catch him they wouldn’t be able to stop him. Demons are too strong, too fast. Stopping him was my job.
Being half angel means I can travel at the speed of thought. Well, almost the speed of thought. My human half slows me down a little. But one second I was in my house in Pittsburgh and the next I was in Sri Lanka, walking the almost desolate island road sometime past midnight.  I took a deep breath, taking in the sweet evening air, cool and moist after a light rain with just a hint of rotting eggs.  Except it wasn’t rotten eggs, it was brimstone.
Most people can’t smell demons, but to the marked they stink of the abyss. Made it easy to track him to a small two room house. The back door was open and I followed the stench of the demon through the kitchen and into the bedroom. I didn’t even see the woman at first, my gaze going straight to the demon still in human form kneeling on all fours against the wall three feet off the floor. He was oblivious to me, so crazed by sex and blood and human flesh. And then I saw the helpless woman under him, naked, legs and arms spread wide, neck ripped and bloody, held to the wall by demonic power. She’d been rapped and now she was being eaten. Bad had gotten worse.
I pulled the hilt of my sword from the special sheath at the small of my back, willing the blade to materialize, to gather matter from this plane and the other, to form sharp and gleaming. Faster than the human eye can track I moved on him, swinging my sword, aiming steady and sure for his neck. A half second before metal met flesh the fiend’s head snapped to me, face white with grease paint, eyes wide, mouth and chin dripping with blood. An instant after that my blade passed through meat and bone. His head was gone, bouncing along the floor to roll under the bed, thump, thwap, thump, thwap, thump.

His body dropped in a heap, the head already smoldering. Body and all would melt in a matter of minutes, disintegrating into a pile of black goo that reeked of rotten eggs. It took another minute for the demon’s power to release the woman. She fell with an ungraceful thud, crumpled and lifeless. The demon had killed her, but at least she’d be the last to die at his hand. The Grease Devil of Sir Lanka, the real Grease Devil, was dead.

Okay! Well...that was different. Thanks Emma Jane. If you'd like to read more about Emma Jane and her seriously screwed up life dodging demons, fighting fallen angels and trying not to fall for the one guy--angel--she can't have, pick up a copy of the latest book in the series, HEAVEN AND HELLSBANE here. Or start from the beginning with HELLSBANE, here.

Don't forget to leave a comment to be entered for a chance to win a print copy of HELLSBANE and these hug-able Halloween bears!

To be entered to win, just leave a comment below and tell me what your favorite treat was as a kid when you went trick-or-treating.
Open to US residents only.

After you leave a comment, you can visit each of the blogs on the stop for a chance to win more author prizes. But first enter the rafflecopter giveaway to win an awesome trick-or-treat book bundle!

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What was your favorite trick-or-treat get as a kid? Did you actually do any "tricking?"