Hello readers and friends. I am closing out today with a new release tour for author Delilah Belvedere with her vampire romance novel "The Half Kasst." Check out the sneak peek she provided for you below and find out all the details why you should purchase your copy today. Happy reading everyone :).
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An ancient bloodline. A forgotten war. A woman destined to awaken both.
The Half Kasst
by: Delilah Belvedere
Genre: Paranormal Vampire Romance, Urban Fantasy
Kate adds, “She is right, Sarai. You must feed. If Half Kassts are anything like vampires, you don’t want to experience what starvation is like. My father…”
She pauses, looks around the room, then continues.
“My father punishes vampires who don’t follow his rules by locking them up, and he does not provide them any blood. It’s terrible. They wither away for years; their screams get weaker in just weeks, and after a few months, you don’t even hear them anymore.”
BLURB:
After a charged encounter ignites something ancient in her blood, Sarai Davis becomes entangled in a world of hidden magic where pleasure and danger are inseparable.
A shocking prophecy shatters her reality: Sarai is a Half Kasst, descended from an erased bloodline and born to stand against a secret network of aristocratic vampires.
Now hunted, Sarai must reclaim a legacy meant to be wiped from history, and embrace her power before the forces hunting her finish what they began millennia ago. But power always demands payment.
Delilah Belvedere is a Kenyan-born, Washington, D.C.–based author and keynote speaker whose stories weave together mythology, sensuality, and power. Her writing blends African-inspired mythology with nontraditional vampires, witches, immersive worldbuilding, and unapologetically sensual storytelling, exploring themes of identity, legacy, and self-discovery through bold, unforgettable characters. Drawn to the spaces where ancestral magic, forbidden desire, and hidden histories collide, Delilah creates worlds where passion is transformative, power is inherited, and destiny is written in blood. Through every story, she champions authenticity, body positivity, curiosity, and the courage to embrace one’s truest self. When she’s not writing, Delilah is exploring new cuisines, hosting backyard BBQs, or binge-watching her next favorite series.
Hi everyone. Today I am featuring "Gunsmoke and Hexes," it is an anthology by 7 authors that write about 7 haunted trails. Dive into the details below and purchase your copy today. Happy reading everyone :).
In the dust-choked crossroads of pulp grit and supernatural dread, seven tales ride hard into the heart of the Weird West. Inside this anthology, silver bullets don’t always save you, and salvation is just another gamble in a rigged deck.
From cursed elixirs and demonic cults to jackalope riders, mutant lawmen, and undead steamboat soldiers, Gunsmoke & Hexes delivers a shotgun blast of horror, heroism, and frontier justice.
Featuring stories by Tony Garcia, Oscar Chavira, Jr., Ross Carmona, Curtis Moore, Benjamin Winters, George Cottonwood, and Michael John Petty—this collection is for readers who like their campfire tales laced with blood, dust, and dark enchantments.
The Trajak Tale of the Last Ranger by Tony Garcia
Magic returned to a broken world – now it’s time for justice to follow
Ballads of the Protectors by Oscar Chavira Jr.
In the frontier darkness, hope comes with a terrible price.
Spirit of the Desert by Curtis Moore
Some missions are bigger than they appear – especially when you’re only knee-high to most folks.
Flesh and Blood by Benjamin Winters
When the land rush begins, not all the settlers are among the living.
Miracle at Bishop’s Bluff by Michael John Petty
Some miracles come with a price no soul should pay.
Snake Oil by George Cottonwood
Not all snakes rattle before they strike.
The Cotton Eyed Killer by Ross Carmona
When the Cutter’s Moon rises, death rides on the wind.
Ross Carmona is an Orlando, Florida based writer of dark fantasy, speculative fiction, and everything in between. When he isn’t grinding away at the nine-to-five, he’s crafting forgotten worlds and weaving the lives of those who wander there. This story is his first published work—and the first of many to successfully escape into reality.
Oscar Chavira Jr. is a licensed mental health therapist from Hereford, a rural town in the Texas panhandle. He is a current member of the Caprock Writers and Illustrators Association, and he has his blog where he currently documents his writing journey. Oscar’s main genres are horror and thriller, putting protagonists in situations where they get to explore the themes of dread and stagnation in the situations they find themselves in.
George Cottonwood is a storyteller with a passion for grit, action, and the untamed frontier, specializing in hardboiled westerns and men's adventure fiction. An avid outdoorsman, he enjoys hunting, camping, and fishing with his wife and young son. In his day job, he works as a communications specialist for a faith-based child foster care agency in South Texas. He has written for Stand Firm Magazine, Texas Parks and Wildlife Magazine, Saddlebag Dispatches, and Veritas Entertainment. You can find his fiction work at https://georgecottonwoodbooks.wordpress.com/.
Tony Garcia lives in the Arizona mountains creating and running games, sketching, and writing. He has several published stories in multiple anthologies and other works, but the biggest project is his original roleplaying game – “Dystopian Dawn”. The core set (Player’s Guide and Game Master’s Guide) launched in 2023, since then Tony wrote and published several adventure and world books. He is set to publish the 13th book by the end of 2025, with sights on new worlds for 2026 and beyond. A prolific indie supporter, Tony collaborates with many authors and creators, and only hires indie Artists for his projects.
His story “Trajak Tale of the Last Ranger” is based on characters who originally appeared in the Dystopian Dawn source adventure books “Cowboys & Mutants!” and “Vikings & Robots!”.
In 2025 you can find him running games online via Discord, chatting with creatives on X, and in-person at multiple upcoming conventions in Tucson. For more information about Dystopian Dawn, you can check out his website www.fracturedbrainstudios.com.
Curtis Moore lives, works, and writes in rural Nevada. He has written articles on scientific conflict, and presented on levels of conflict in fiction at the League of Utah Writers’ Pre-Quill conference in April 2023. The Silverstage Players selected his play Behavioral Science for their Writer’s Spotlight in July, 2023. His nonfiction essay Coparenting With Cormac McCarthy was shortlisted in The Milk House’s Best of Rural Writing 2023 Contest. His published short stories include The Quincey Morris Society, and The Breaker in the Sky, and Outlaw Magic. A full list of Curtis’ published works can be found on his website at curtismoorewrites.com.
Michael John Petty is an author, podcaster, and filmmaker with a deep love of storytelling. When he isn’t writing, he enjoys scenic drives, mountainous hikes, fellowship with his local church, and a good Western. Michael is the creator of The Bear-tooth Mountain Archive, which began with The Beast of Bear-tooth Mountain. His short story, The Devil’s Left Hand, won the Spur Award for Best Short Fiction in 2025. He currently resides in North Idaho with his wonderful wife and beautiful daughters. You can find Michael intermittently on his Substack, Further Up & Further In, which doubles as his newsletter.
Benjamin Winters is a cowboy turned techie with a love for storytelling and tall tales. Taking his experiences as a fourth generation rancher, and looking to the future with his work in technology, Benjamin loves to explore the conflict of tradition and innovation in his writing. He lives with his wife and two cats in Virginia, where he is roundin’ up letters instead of dogies. You can connect with him on Instagram by following @benjaminwinterswrites for new stories.
Hi everyone. Today I am featuring Verity Rose's New Released book "First Light." Dive into this Epic Fantasy novel with a sneak peek, book details and more. Find out how to purchase your copy of this book today and enjoy for days to come. Happy reading :).
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A promise filled with hope in a world not meant for dreamers
Surrounded by open fields, broken only by the occasional knoll, a group of six people stood at the ready for their hunt. A gentle spring wind whipped through their hair. Some kept their eyes trained on the tree line in the distance, while others maintained a careful watch over the skies above. Each carried a hunting bow in hand with a quiver full of arrows strapped to their backs. Simple iron short swords clung to their hips. Of the six, two of the people were shorter than the rest, appearing to be only twelve or thirteen at most. Simple leather armor covered their forearms, chests, legs, and feet.
One of the two children was a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes, while the other was a boy with hazel eyes and silver hair. Both of them exuded a nervous yet excited energy that was only barely contained, thanks to the occasional, stern glance of one adult with them, who had similar silver hair to the boy.
“Keep your eyes on both the sky and the forest canopy. The beasts move quick and if you aren’t careful, you could end up with a few broken bones, or worse. Got it, Arkrune? Tara?” the silver-haired man barked.
“Yessir, Vickar, sir!” Tara giggled while giving a mock salute.
The only response the man had for her was to sigh before he glanced back at the trees. Arkrune stifled a small laugh, when the sound of screeching drew his attention to the treetops. Several brown blurs launched into the air in a loose, V-shaped formation. The objects initially soared straight into the sky above the trees but were clearly moving toward the hunting party.
Vickar brought two fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle. In an instant, the group scattered, breaking into pairs. Arkrune and Tara paired together, diving to the right of the formation while Vickar took the center. Arkrune clipped his bow to his back before drawing his sword. Today’s hunt had him acting the part of the distraction, while Tara was to pick the birds off.
Bash Eagles were not strong beasts, but their aerial maneuverability made it difficult for all but the best marksmen to target them in flight. The best way to hit them was to catch them by surprise in their nests or by baiting them into initiating their diving attack. As their name suggested, they dove at their enemies with their hardened skulls. Once the diving attack started, they lost all of their previous agility for a devastatingly powerful attack. This state left them vulnerable to a practiced hunter.
It was a dangerous gamble because if the person acting as bait was hit, then the resulting impact could be rather deadly.
Culling the local population into small hunts like this was a tradition for their village of Locke. Neither Tara nor Arkrune had been on a prior hunt. Both of them had been training with Vickar for months and pestering him for a chance to put their practice to the test.
Being out in the field after so much begging sent Arkrune’s heart into a wild beat. This is what I wanted. A sense of adventure, action, excitement. Truly, this is… The cries of screeching beasts drew his eyes back into the air and cleared his mind. There was no time for flights of fancy. As the bait, he needed to attract the Bash Eagle’s attention and give Tara an opportunity to strike. By becoming a moving target and waving his sword around, he hoped to create an enticing opponent for at least one monster. His father had taught him a technique sure to draw attention, but now was not the time for it, as it could draw the attention of all the beasts present.
Two birds broke off from the pack, aiming directly for his position. Tara shouted something, but the roar of his heart in his ears drowned out almost everything else from Arkrune’s perception. He knew what the plan was—what he was supposed to do—but being in the moment was different.
Both birds began their dive with a terrifying amount of speed. They seamlessly transitioned from a graceful glide into a nosedive with a single large flap of their massive wings. With them bearing down on his position, the boy found his body refusing commands. The panic froze him in place. No longer was he in the gravel training pit his father had made; now he was facing a true threat to his life, and it terrified him.
When the dull yellow eyes of the Bash Eagles became visible, Arkrune’s brain started working once more. It was too late; there wasn’t enough time for him to react.
BLURB:
In a world struggling with political and religious differences, eighteen-year-old Arkrune—"Rune" to his friends—dreams of something greater than the quiet life in his small village of Locke. Trained by his stern but loving father, a renowned blacksmith and former warrior, Rune sets his sights on joining the famous monster fighting guild known as the Vanguard.
When Rune embarks on his journey to the city of Hilden to pursue his destiny, he carries with him more than just a finely crafted sword—but also a mystery tied to his bloodline and the dormant power within him. Along the way, Rune forms bonds with battle-hardened warriors, fends off deadly attacks by monsters and men alike, and begins to uncover the hidden strengths he didn’t know he possessed.
Verity Rose grew up in a blink and you’ll miss it Indiana town where the school library doubled as an escape hatch. She wrote her first fantasy scenes at thirteen, lost the thread for a while, wrestling with undiagnosed ADHD and mental health potholes. She rediscovered her voice after becoming a mom and stumbling into a gaggle of online book nerds who egged her on. Armed with a social work degree from Ball State and a lifelong conviction that characters are as real as the hands on the keyboard, she now pours that people first empathy into stories that refuse to stay quiet.
When she isn’t tormenting her characters, Verity is probably reverse engineering a Korean street food recipe, sourcing single origin coffee beans from ethical roasters, or hoarding trash in Dragon Age or Skyrim. Her literary inspiration is equal parts Rick Riordan’s mythic swagger, Suzanne Collins’ high stakes heart, and John Flanagan’s cozy camaraderie.
Verity was raising her family (and her caffeine tolerance) amid Indiana cornfields and now adventures in the Pacific Northwest with them. She’s always down to swap book recs, coffee tips, or preferred RPG builds.
Hi everyone. Today I am featuring Kent Priore's New Release "The Monsters Among Us." Check out the sneak peek, book details and more to find out how to purchase your copy of this Dark Fantasy, Horror book today. Happy reading :).
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A viscerally cinematic and genre-defying fantasy/horror novel.
“You've been gifted with versatile magic. Fire can destroy, but it can also create. You are a forge that bellows with hellfire. Make use of it. I have found that magic is best used in creative and unprecedented ways. Even the dullest magic knows few limits. Magic does what the mind wills it to do.”
I start to run after Gluttony. I keep the image of those poor kids in my mind. The rage in me intensifies. My new demon body in combination with my anger makes me fast, but not fast enough. I can still see Gluttony in the distance, but he’s leaving my field of view more with each passing second.
My mind is coated red with the image of the flattened children. Like a shark who had just picked up the scent of blood, my adrenalin surges, and I can feel a manic fit overtaking me. My perception is flooded in a crazed haze. I feel limitless, as if I can do anything. This is a feeling I know well. I felt it when I decided to return home to Crowley and burn it all to the ground.
Where's that voice, huh? Not going to tell me to stop this time?
{No.}
Why not?
There’s no answer.
Whatever.
With nothing to hold me back, I really am limitless. Instinct takes over. I conjure my flames, but not with the intent to attack. I stretch my arms behind me and point my hands straight back. Fire erupts from my palms, propelling me forward. I take flight at a much greater speed than my legs can reach. I hurtle through the air, struggling to maintain balance. Like a cannonball I blast my way through trees and homes alike. Planks of wood and support beams scatter about in chaos.
I wonder about the people living in these homes. Are they safe? Have I killed them? I don’t care. I feel useful to Melphis for the first time, and my bloodlust is reaching glorious heights as Gluttony's body grows larger in my view. We are passing the border into New Mexico at intense speeds. Before I know it, we have passed into Colorado, the foot of the Rocky Mountains in sight. He appears to slow down. What is he looking for here?
He comes to an abrupt stop, pulling up the ground beneath his tentacles as he does so. I keep my speed and make my descent. I plummet hard upon his back. His tentacles give out, causing his large body to fall to the ground. A thundering crash shakes the surrounding space.
“Who's there?” Gluttony roars. “Wait, no—Greed? You smell like my brother!”
For a dumb brute, he’s quick to piece things together. He rises, supporting himself with six of his eight tentacles. The other two pursue me. One slithers behind and wraps itself around me. The sludge-like tentacles are as strong as they are giant. I struggle but remain motionless. The heat rises again. I feel empty, but from that emptiness arises my rage which festers and grows ever more passionate. Flames overtake my body. I can feel the slime of his tentacles melting away, like sweat dripping off me.
"Fuck you!" I roar. The blood-stained clothes of those helpless children rush back to me, then so do the memories of my own ruined childhood. The flames increase and grow hotter until the whole tentacle catches fire. It burns away at a fierce speed. Ashes flutter away as black sludge spills out from the now open hole in his hard shell. Gluttony roars and his tentacles squirm like a spider that has just been stepped on.
I climb on top of his hard shell and beat down my fists with reckless abandon. It withstands my punches, at first. I can feel my strength rising alongside my rage until at last, cracks form. The fractures stretch wider with each punch. Gluttony moans as they grow deeper. Melphis called him a transporter. Just what is he protecting with this dense outer layer?
My focus intensifies and locks onto the growing fissure in his shell. My mind goes blank. All that exists is this shell, the sensation of my knuckles bashing into it, and the white flashes of rough skin being blown away in shrouds of dust. He is mine—he'll pay—I'll make him pay—for those kids—for me—
The back of my head is hit by a dense, wet object and I am knocked off the beast. My body shatters the trunks of a few trees as I make my descent.
{Your lack of focus has made you blind to the monster's many tentacles.}
"Shut u—" I choke.
Gluttony's enormous face is now mere feet away from mine. My elation fades as I watch the skyscraper-devouring mouth open at its four hinges. A long snake-like tongue emerges out of utter darkness. It coils itself around my body before his teeth drop down, devouring me along with much of the landscape. I feel my body now coated in slime, as it slides down Gluttony’s throat. The darkness of the pit consumes me.
BLURB:
Seth’s life until now has been a product of a diabolical, evil Truman Show, his entire upbringing a façade orchestrated for malevolent purposes. After his beloved dies, he undergoes a demonic metamorphosis, which causes the world’s fictitious walls to crumble.
As he tries to piece a semblance of his life back together and move on, he meets friends who inspire, but even more harsh truths are revealed, perhaps too difficult to cope with.
The very existence of life and reality is exposed as a machination of grotesque gods. And to defeat them, Seth will have to fill his emptiness, for which there’s only two options…
Bring the world to ruin, or learn to transmute his pain into strength.
Fans of "Jerusalem" by Alan Moore, “The Bell Jar” by Sylvia Plath, or “The Master and Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakovor will enjoy “The Monsters Among Us.”
What readers are saying:
“Kent Priore writes like a natural about the supernatural, and The Monsters Among Us is a marvelously dark and true novel. American fiction has found a terrific new voice.”
—Joseph O’Neill, PEN/Faulkner Award-Winning Author of Netherland
“I was intrigued from the first sentence, determined to spend the night speed-reading so I didn't have to remain in suspense any longer.”
-Ella Dupuie, author of Fractures of the Fallen
“Supernatural storytelling at its best, this vivid cinematic novel takes the reader on an imaginative journey through what could be considered end of days. The Monster’s Among Us is a masterful creation and a must read—even for those who aren’t fans of fantasy/horror.”
Graduated from Bard College with a BA in the Written Arts, Kent Priore is an author of dark literature, genre-blending epics and vignettes, where dark romanticism meets modern psychology for a macabre but hopeful depiction of inner struggle and the human ability to endure, and perhaps even prevail. He has a fascination with humanity and is one of the few to believe that despite our many weaknesses, we are far stronger than we often think. He wishes to show that strength to those darker individuals, burdened by lonesomeness, poor mental health, and other forces perceived to be out of their control, as well as show them that all is not lost.
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