Everyone had a chance to vote for 1 of 13 books...
The winner for November's book of the month will receive
free ad space, two free ebooks from our prize list
and the author is entered into the book of the year contest.
Without further wait...here are the results:
Getting Her Greek by Emma Shortt - 5 votes
Once a Rogue by Jayne Fresina - 8 votes
The Wanting by Shyla Colt - 10 votes
Back to Black by AJ Llewellyn - 12 votes
Kitty Wishes by Dahlia DeWinters - 14 votes
Sex, Love and a Purple Bikini by Cheryl Brooks - 18 votes
A Knight In Cowboy Boots by Suzie Quint - 21 votes
Wanted by Elizabeth Raines - 23 votes
Midnight Seduction Anthology - 26 votes
The Lion Man by Melissa Harlow - 28 votes
Irresistible Nemesis by Annalynne Russo - 30 votes
Deceive Her With Desire by Nina Pierce - 84 votes
And the winner with 91 votes is...
Congratulations to Mark Stone!
Thank you to all those who took the time to vote and our fabulous authors!
Horror, Mystery, Zombies - Novel
TBR reviewer: Shyla
For ten years Kal Hakala has been the Bureau of Supernatural Investigation's top man, the longest surviving agent in its blood-soaked history. The World At Large has no idea that The World Under exists. And its vampires, demons, zombies, and mythic monsters are growing
increasingly restless. In all Kal's time with the Bureau, there has been no case he couldn't crack, no monster he couldn't kill. Then a plague of zombies comes to Denver, along with a vicious serial killer dubbed The Organ Donor.A childhood encounter with a legendary monster has left Kal with an endless supply of rage and hatred for all things Supernatural. But now the target is on his forehead, and the Un-Dead don't die easy. The Bureau has a few aces of its own-a few magicians, a cyber-ghost. Unfortunately Kal is a perennial loner ... And the
World Under is wise to his tricks.
I started reading Things to Do in Denver When You’re Un- Dead for zombies. Cause everyone knows I love a good story about the undead. What I discovered as a I read was so much more. Mark Stone must be one witty, dark, sarcastic and twisted man.. ( I mean that in the best possible way of course) Because he put all of that, and then into this book! In this tale, the hidden world of supernatural’s referred to as the World Under is policed by BSI, Bureau of Supernatural Investigation.
To say they’re not your average task force would be putting it lightly. We have BSI agents who are ghosts, magicians, and various human bad asses. The average life expectancy of an agent it three to four years tops. However, our hero Agent Kala is an exception to that rule with ten years under his belt and the position to back it. Kal drinks too much, and has a streak of sarcasm that could cut you to the quick if you took him seriously. But in his defense, he’s seen more dead bodies than a mortician. His quirky sense of humor, off the wall style, and clever mind give him a charm that proves to be irresistible. You can’t help but love Agent Kal, even though at times he’s a total train wreck.
The BSI is in Denver to eradicate and investigate a rash of zombie risings when Kal discovers something terrifying. The local serial killer is a supernatural, and more powerful than anything he’s ever encountered. In this world magicians are real. Think Merlin for the 20th century. The serial killer is not just a magician, but a revenant. Yes, I said revenant, as in old Renny from Dracula. The combination is deadly, and when Kal gets a visit from a supped up Ghoul that almost puts him out of commission the caca really hits the fan.
I could tell you more about the story but I don’t want to give everything away. ;).I laughed, gasped, and sat stunned in silence when Mark dropped his plot bombs. If you’re looking for a smart read, with action, depth, and creative use of legends this is spot on. I personally highly recommend this one.
Mondays suck. Always. Standard rule in life. In fact, it might just be rule #3, right after Feces Occurs and Anything That Can Go Wrong Will. Mondays are the days that your boss will hit you with the next Big Thing that the corporate office reckons will change the paradigm of whatever business you find yourself in. It’s also the day that you have to play catch up for whatever might have occurred on the two previous days you were off.
For me it wasn’t the Next Big Thing as much as it was The Next Big Bad Thing That Wants To
Rip Your Damn Fool Head Off, so it was with my usual sense of dread that I parked my blue Honda Accord in my assigned spot and staggered towards the brown brick building that housed the Denver offices of the BSI.
Spyeyes surrounding the building tracked my arrival and the Shape of a ward spell tingled against my feet as I stepped over gray-painted gold wire draped hither and yon over the asphalt walkway.
Working for the Bureau was always interesting, and I mean that in the Chinese curse sort of
way. Don’t get me wrong, the pay is great and I get to wear a gun, which is always fun, but the life expectancy at the Bureau of Supernatural Investigations is usually one to two years. If you’re good, maybe three. If you’re great, maybe between four and six.
I’ve been at the job for ten and the odds were that I’d get my ticket punched any day. I
knew the current Dead Pool was at Thursday before noon. I’d been beating the Pool for years now and figured I would for many more to come.
Jingling through my head, as it did every morning, were the words Robert Frost etched on my mind years and years ago, ones that echoed my own fatigue and bone-weary sense of resignation:
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The promises I’d made and the burden of responsibility I shouldered would keep me going and going like the Energizer Bunny until I figured it was time for me to shuffle off my mortal coil. And then, maybe, I could relax, finally ease into that eternal sleep that wasn’t haunted by what I do, what I’d become, and things I’d left undone. Shaking my head, I stuffed these dark, tired thoughts into the back closet of my mind. I hurt too much and my teeth were far too fuzzy to be in such a mood on a Monday morning after a weekend bender. The Bureau had billions of dollars at their disposal and still hadn’t come up with a cure for a hangover.
The front door threw a pale reflection at me I drew near and I noted that my favorite tie
sported a suspicious reddish-brown stain. I hoped it was only blood, the piano keyboard tie was a gift from Mom on my thirtieth. My mind quickly juked towards the business of surviving the next few moments as I passed through the bullet proofed glass and steel door marked ‘McClennan Statistical Analysis’. Nobody ever wants to go to a place marked Statistical Analysis. For the Bureau, it’s blessed anonymity.
Mr. Stone is also giving away a copy to one lucky winner! Comment below to enter. Contest ends November 18th.