Title – Chasing
the Dead, Book 1
Series – Bannister Brothers
Author – Keta Diablo
Genre – Western Romance (Paranormal)
Publication Date – October 17, 2014
About the Book
kidnapped me to dispel an evil ghost from their village. If I tell them I don't
possess the same skills my madre did, they'll cut my throat and feed me to the
dogs. Celesta was the best spirit chaser in all of New Mexico before she died.
The most I can hope
for is that Emmett, my fiancé, will rescue me. Is he capable of such a thing?
Poppy must not have thought so because he sent Deacon Bannister to save me.
Deacon…the man who walked away days before our wedding a year ago. The man who
still melts my bones after one look.
We're running for
our lives from Uday, the vaporous ghoul tracking us. He wants Sacheen, the
beautiful maiden banished from the Apache village who travels with us. The
warrior killed her father when Sacheen refused to marry him, and then Sacheen's
brother killed Uday.
The ghost's powers
grow stronger every minute on our journey back to El Vaquero...and so does my
love for Deacon.
A shadow hovered near the fires, ducking in between stalks
of cacti and other scrub brush. Maddie drew a deep breath and ambled forward
with Elan beside her. Amid the dissonant chants and prayers, warriors
brandishing spears and shields hollered into the gray mist. Maddie squinted,
hoping to catch sight of the ghoul the others couldn't see. Only powerful
shamans and spirit chasers had trained themselves to look upon the face of a
dead spirit. A ripple of fear spread through her limbs and shivered down her
spine when la fantasma appeared before her.
A mass of black patterns and swirls marred his enraged face. His eyes
were hollow and black until a den of serpents slithered from the sockets–a
deception the spirit had learned in his brief time in the underworld.
Maddie swallowed hard and sneaked a glance at Elan. Standing tall and
looking formidable, she had to admire the man's courage. "It is you he
seeks to destroy, Elan, to forge a path to Sacheen. I will go forth on my own
Elan shook his head, his expression one of disbelief. "Why would
you put yourself in such danger? We wait and see what the dead man will
"No. It is what he wants, for all in the village to fear him. Only
then does his true power unfold. I will meet his challenge; let him know I am
here to banish him back to the dead." "Although I cannot", she
whispered under her breath.
The ghost twisted and turned, retreating back from the fire, only to
appear seconds later at another location in camp. He screamed and howled, the
otherworldly sounds rumbling through the village like a murderous dust storm.
Maddie shrugged aside Elan's grip
on her elbow and walked forward. "Madre, be with me," she said to the
ground. The moon had not shown its face this night but a smattering of a
million stars gave enough light for Maddie to focus on the grim outline of the
wretch. "Lift up your eyes dead spirit and hear my words."
An inhuman screech sent a blast of wind in her direction. It lashed her
face and whipped her long hair into a frenzy.
"You are small and weak. I do not fear you!" she
screamed, bewildered by the words spewing from her mouth. "The wolf has
sung your passing and the bear has grumbled low. Sing your death song and
return to the underworld."
The wailing chants of the shamans echoed behind her.
Ignoring her warning, Elan suddenly appeared beside her,
only to be struck to the ground when the ghoul unleashed a stream of lightning
spikes from the sky. Elan moaned, clutched his broken arm and attempted to
"Stay down!" Maddie ground out between clenched
Her mother's voice rode the crest of her fear. Be strong, Madrid, try again.
Her knees shook and her spine curled, but she took another
step forward. "Your breath has moved to another world. You must remain
with it. Do you hear me, dead spirit? You are no longer welcome here. Your
relatives have said farewell and so must you, never to return."
A refrain from the Apache against her back bolstered her
courage—a roar of cheers and the synchronized trampling of moccasins beating
Torrents of rain fell
from the sky, pounding Maddie into the earth beneath her feet. Wet dirt
spiraled up her nose and debilitating pain wracked her body. A hand clamped
over her arm. When Maddie realized it belonged to Elan, a sigh of relief
mingled with the cold blast of air surrounding them. Sacheen's brother pulled
her against his wet body and crawled toward camp, dragging her with him.
A triumphant scream from the ghost rent the air, pitching
the warriors into a cowering retreat. The cold, gray dawn swept over camp.
Shivering with despair, Maddie turned to Elan. "His power is great."
Out of breath and still clutching his arm, he nodded.
"Maddie raised a fist to the sky. "We have failed
this night, dead spirit, but we will not the next time we meet."
Help me welcome Author Suz DeMello. Read her thoughts on Amazon, First Amendment Rights and tea!
Is Amazon a Threat to our
First Amendment rights?(@Suzdemello @MFRW_ORG #ellorascave #notchilled). Amazon
is known for its ruthless business practices—it doesn’t merely squeeze
competition, it strangles it until it dies.
currently sells 40% of all new books sold in the USA. Their percentage of the market
in ebooks is even larger—perhaps 66% according to the above-cited Salon.com
is not only a book seller, but a publisher, and it favors its own imprints and
minimizes the ability for readers to find its competitors. The most famous case
on point is that of Hachette. Check this URL for Stephen Colbert’s clips on the
issue:Stephen Colbert - Amazon and Hachette
the below is quoted from a letter sent by a group of authors to Amazon’s Jeff
Bezos and its BOD:
About six months
ago...Amazon began sanctioning Hachette authors' books. These sanctions
included refusing preorders, delaying shipping, reducing discounting, and using
pop-up windows to cover authors' pages and redirect buyers to non-Hachette
These sanctions have
driven down Hachette authors' sales at Amazon.com by at least 50 percent and in
some cases as much as 90 percent. These sales drops are occurring across the
board: in hardcovers, paperbacks, and e-books. (http://www.authorsunited.net/)
is Amazon’s dislike of sexy covers, adult-oriented books and erotica; it seems
to especially target purveyors of steamy books. Though Amazon touts its
independent publishing program as a boon for writers, many indie published
authors, especially in erotic romance, complain that Amazon’s search engine has
made it difficult if not impossible for readers to find their books. The Kindle
Unlimited program has cut further into their book revenues. Ellora’s Cave, one
of the most prominent publishers of steamy and erotic romance on the web, has
downsized radically, citing a massive drop in Amazon sales of its books as the
loyalty of many customers to Amazon is misplaced. For example, Amazon often
does not feature the best online price for a book or other item. A couple of
cases in point:
30 Sept, the price of one of my shorties, Highland
Vampire, on Amazon was $2.51. The price at Harlequin’s site was $2.39.
the daughter of Brits, I’m a tea drinker and lately have been into using loose
teas (they really do make a better cuppa). Initially I had been purchasing from
Amazon—isn’t that the place we’ve all become accustomed to checking first? Then
I went to the Twinings Tea site and found that I’d been grotesquely
overpaying.My fave Darjeeling at Amazon
costs $8.24 and it’s an “add-on item,” which is some sort of irritating
practice at Amazon—I couldn’t get the tea without buying other stuff, and I
couldn’t find a work-around for that bit of Amazonian weirdness.
same tea is almost half the price--$4.49—at Twinings.
many, I have come to rely on Amazon for so much! I listen to music on my Amazon
music player on both laptop and cellphone, and download music from Amazon as
well. I’m an Amazon affiliate. I also buy books for my Kindle Paperwhite, which
I love, from Amazon.
maybe it’s time to cut the cord. Why should I fund an entity that seeks to
exploit me, maybe even put me out of business?
probably take down my Amazon affiliate ads—that won’t hurt, as they’ve never
earned me a penny. I’ve changed my email signature line, which used to direct
folks to my Amazon author pages, to instead include my website and blog. Other
changes will be harder.
an Ellora’s Cave author. I also have books placed with two other publishers
that have disappointed me in myriad ways—see these links:
I want to go indie. But Createspace and KDP are fabulous platforms for
self-publishing. How ethical is it, given my concerns, to use those platforms?
beyond my personal worries, there’s the greater problem. Amazon sells a huge number
of books, films, music and other creative and factual works.
one entity control so much of what goes into our minds and thoughts?
About the Author:
award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen
romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical,
paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction
articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing
editor and senior editor, working for such firms Totally Bound, Liquid Silver
Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.
books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers
Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won
a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller
former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a
dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a
vampire tale and planning her next trip.
Welcome Luna, and thanks so much for visiting today. We're thrilled to learn about your newest release FREEDOM.
FREEDOM – THE SENSUAL LIAISONS SERIES BOOK ONE
“She couldn’t help wonder more than a little wistfully what
Pete was doing right now? Whether he was missing her or whether he too was
planning on celebrating his first official night of freedom by having sex with
a random stranger.”
Newly divorced and after spending years trapped in a
soul-less marriage, Zara Cockburn is ready for anything and intends to make
full use of the naughty little kit of sex toys, lubricants and condoms that her
friends have put together for her. This is HER night, HER freedom night, a once
in a lifetime kind of night.
A night of fulfilled prophecies
A night of sexual deviance with a handsome and hypnotic
A night that will end in a “special request” that she will
find herself yielding to. It is also a night in which she will unwittingly
become embroiled in the twisted mind games of a time-travelling highwayman and
a young woman executed for witchcraft in 17thCentury England.
Who is the Highwayman and what does he need from her? Will
Zara seal her fate or gain her coveted Freedom? One thing’s for certain; her
life will never be the same again.
Freedom is the first in a series of erotic romances
chronicling the journey of the highwayman as he makes his way back to the young
woman who holds the key to his heart.
Freedom is a man’s natural power of doing what he pleases Women
love me; they have even been known to kill each other on the off-chance that I might
lavish my undivided attention on them for just one night. Why wouldn’t they?
Aside from being sinfully good looking, I am also incredibly
well-endowed. Whoever said ‘size doesn’t matter’ clearly hadn’t met or
experienced me. No-one loves a braggart, but everyone loves a man that
is not afraid to get his weapon out…and use it! Even those that despise me would
readily admit that when it comes to sex and seduction, I excel at my craft.
Cursed by the one woman that I lowered my shield to, I, Bastard of Bilbao am somewhat
ashamed to admit that I have been a gigolo for the past 400 years. It’s a hard job,
but someone has got to do it, and while it wouldn’t have been my profession of choice,
like everything that I do, I enter each and every liaison that I embark upon
with an energy that has been known to leave some of my lovers breathless.
Bringing my own special brand of pleasure, and yes, pain to the women
who fall onto my cock, in the same way that my enemies find themselves falling
onto my rapier. My real mission…?
Well, that’s my business. Ever the sword for hire, I attack
my destiny with gusto; bringing freedom and liberation to the women I seduce
(not to mention a sexual encounter that they never forget).
My story does not begin and end here though, like countless
men before me, I too, have fallen into the trap of a woman more cunning, more
devious than myself. I paid a heavy price for my foolishness; for allowing my
heart to rule my loins, indeed my heart could not have made a more damning
choice if it had tried. For like my poor mother and sister before her,
Elizabetha died centuries’ ago, executed on the orders of a dastardly
witchpricker. Blinded by my lustful love for her, I had no reason to believe
that she had been plotting my downfall for years; cursing me from the gallows
on which she hung. You may be wondering what I did to elicit such an emotion of
hate. Well, I am no Saint, and I did many things! The truth be told, whilst
Elizabetha was in no position to argue about my dalliances, the fact that I
bedded her mother seems to have sealed my fate.
The small detail that I slept with Grace before I even knew
of Elizabetha’s existence is of no consequence to the bloody-minded woman. It
was not as though I even particularly desired the mother. Grace was just a
convenient opportunity that presented itself, and somehow it didn’t seem fair
to deny her my cock when she yearned for it so desperately.
It turns out that while I was pleasuring her, we were not alone.
Watching in horror and revulsion was my lover’s 16 year old daughter,
Elizabetha. Vowing there and then ‘to take her revenge by either killing the
bastard that had made a cuckold out of her father or claiming him as her own’,
she was already formulating a plan. So, take me she did, and I for my sins,
ended up loving her body and soul.
What can I say about my latest conquest? Well, Zara was looking
for some fun following her recent divorce. A dominatrix in the making, I was
almost sorry when our time together came to an end. For now though, here I am,
taking two steps forward and one step back. Wrapped up in Elizabetha’s bubble
and playing her sick mind games.
Will I ever break free of her spell?
Will I be able to re-claim my destiny – and be reunited with the
one person that I truly love?
Did Zara yield to my “special request?” The request, that one way
or another Elizabetha has ensured that I must ask of all the women that I bed.
Have I done enough to free myself of this archaic curse?
Can I set my past aside and move forward into the future?
'The kit, being a spacious, but discreet, black toiletry bag
containing a realistic looking seven inch dildo, cat 'o' nine tails, leather
cuffs, nipple clamps, clit clip, quilted blindfold, red crotch-less knickers,
lube, and an assortment of condoms. Even though Zara had helped prepare these
kits on numerous occasions in the past for friends who were divorcing, she
couldn't help blushing at the thought of what she was expected to do with the
items that her friends had so lovingly provided!'
'It is enough for now to just understand that you will go
voluntarily with him when the moment is right. That while some of his requests
may seem a little bizarre, he won't take anything from you unless it is freely
given, and he will always give something of equal value in return. With
Margaret, it was a child she desperately craved and which her husband was
unable to give her. With Olivia, it was the sense of balance that she felt in finally
being able to straighten the bed sheets after her husband's own foolish and
much talked about discretion....
"What about me?" Zara asked intrigued.
travel, what can I say. I love it in all its forms. I do, however, have to say
that I had never read one quite like this. Luna not only understands female
sexuality, but has managed to get into the brains and loins of the male psyche
as well, in a totally believable and realistic manner.
is not only a wonderful time travel story set in Newcastle, England, today and 1636,
but has witches and erotica. Sex is integral to the story as The Highwayman is cursed
with being a gigolo, a role that isn’t always a curse to him, as when he meets
Zara who is celebrating her divorce with the hopes of a wild, steamy freedom
story left me satisfied, yet wanting more. I want to know what fate awaits Max
and wished to learn more about his cursor, Elizabetha. I needed more of her and
hope that when “Compromised – The Sensual Liaisons Series Book 2” comes out in
2015, I get it.’
time on your hands? So has the highwayman. Spend a sizzling sex session with
the suave and dangerous Max aka the Bastard of Bilbao. As Zara sets out on her
'Freedom'night - to celebrate her divorce from staid ex-husband Pete - she
finds herself tangled up in the web of the mysterious Max. Pulled from the
flames of a burning pub, Max whisks Zara away on a raunchy week-long sexual
odyssey of self-discovery. Zara soon finds that there is more to Max than meets
the eye. Raunchy sex, time-travel and a twisted love that stretches back into
the dark days of the Newcastle witch trials - Zara's life will never be the
same again as she looks beneath the mask of the time-travelling highwayman.
first in a series of erotic fiction, Freedom introduces the character of
Giraldo de Logrono otherwise known as the Bastard of Bilbao the swashbuckling
adventurer, sexual mercenary and time-travelling highwayman.’ - Lenora, Haunted Palace Blog
ABOUT LUNA BALLANTYNE
Luna Ballantyne is 39 years old and very happily single. She
lives in a fabulous apartment overlooking the river in the heart of Newcastle upon Tyne,
and has three loves in life; men, sex and her wonderful friends. She is living proof that
women really can ‘have it all’ - they just need to redefine what ‘all’
Taking inspiration from her real life experiences, Luna has
recently released Freedom, The Sensual Liaisons Series Book One. The first in a series of
erotic romances and is busy working on the second one which will be released in
2015. Luna has always maintained that her leading man is a work of fiction
although many have claimed he is based on them!
As well as being a novelist, she also owns an extremely
successful chain of lingerie stores and is soon to star in her own no-holds-barred T.V.
Reality show. She is the pen name of Ingrid Hall.
Find out more about Freedom: The Sensual Liaisons Series Book One
The love of a just man who has his own darkness . . . Amazon Reviewer
"Just got lost in the feeling of this dark romance. The
trials of life the sin eater accepted, the love of a just man whose own
darkness proved his virtue. The sexual chemistry. All around just well done. I
wish there were a sequel. I love this type of work and Keta Diablo is first
About The Sin Eater's Prince - a Gay Fiction Vampire Novel
Owen Rhys, the
sin eater, has been shunned by the local villagers his entire life--except by
one man…Andras Maddock, the local physician. Owen is shocked when Andras saves
him from a brutal death at the hands of a vampire.
Dagan, Dark Lord of the Underworld, vows to avenge his father’s death and
obtain the Prince of Wales’ mystic sword from Andras. The claymore’s power
holds an immunity the vampires have coveted for centuries.
Star-crossed love, sorcery, and blood lust collide on a vengeful path where only
one side will remain victorious.
slanted through the pine trees, and in the stillness of the forest, the ocean
roared in the distance. Owen stumbled on a rock, regained his footing and
followed the silver ribbons down the narrow path.
forest holds danger and mystery,” his tad always said.
the inflection in Andras's voice tonight, apparently he felt the same. The man
had tried to warn him without alarming the servant. And he'd tried to tell
Andras he couldn't spend another night under his roof hungering for his touch.
fluttering of giant wings to his left brought forth a shocked gasp, and another
stumble. He fell to his knees as the moon ducked behind a patch of clouds and
pitched his world into darkness. Through the black mystery of the forest, he
narrowed his eyes and searched for the airborne creature. When the skin at the
nape of his neck prickled, he wished he'd taken Andras's advice and stayed in
the stables. The scent of horse dung would have been preferable to the fear
anchoring him to the forest floor.
tad's voice echoed in his ears. “A vampire cannot enter a private dwelling
unless the occupant grants him permission. Most long tooth attacks occur
outside the abode in isolated areas at night.”
Get up, Owen, ye dolt! Run! Ye have got
to make it home!
to his knees, he stilled when a brilliant flash exploded in the clearing ahead.
Beneath a canopy of evergreens, a beast appeared in his line of vision. Nay, it
was not a predator of the forest but an upright human form. Shrouded in
billowing black, his white skin shone like a beacon under the inky sky. Terror
seized him as the phantom advanced at a foot-dragging pace, the undercurrents
of death heavy in the morbid air. The ghoul’s eyes crazed with bloodlust, his
long white fangs descending, he circled him.
throat constricted with fear, yet the specter's ageless features and hypnotic
eyes immobilized him. Time ceased to exist and his immortality rushed forward.
Death clung to his pores; he felt it surround him like a black shroud.
His father's words for Killing Time lashed about him like a hard rain. He knew
someone would die again soon, but never suspected the someone would be him.
the breath of a heartbeat, a new shape burst onto the scene, exploding through
the bracken with lightning speed. Without pause, the newcomer lunged, the flash
of his sword powerful and true. Metal met metal in a timeless dance of deflect
and parry, to meet time and again beneath the shadowy moon.
peal of laughter bounced off the trees. “Well done, Andras. Someone has taught
name fell from Owen's lips on a whisper. “Andras?”
scene played out before him like an act from a Shakespearean play...except the
characters knew one another.
gave no answer to his enemy's false compliment, but rather countered with a
vicious upward slice toward his groin. The being lunged with a heavy thrust and
sliced open Andras's shoulder. Owen focused on the torn fabric of his jerkin,
waited for a stream of blood to arc through the vaporous air, and groaned when
it failed to appear.
against vampire, their bodies whirled and twisted in a maelstrom of flesh and
bone. They thrashed and tumbled on the ground only to continue the fight
moments later in the branches of a massive oak.
Owen watched with his heart in his throat.
fangs gnashed and an anonymous bloodcurdling scream rent the air. Still it
didn't end. Blades clanked beneath moonbeams and then Andras pirouetted with
the agility of a jungle cat. Time ceased to exist as he brought the claymore up
high above his head. On the downswing, the mighty blade keened its death knell
and severed the long tooth's head from his neck. The demon's limp body tumbled
from the branch and landed three feet from Owen. Gray smoke rolled from the
creature's open cavity, his body recoiling like a giant serpent's tail in the
last throes of death.
clutched his abdomen and retched. Long seconds later and fighting off waves of
dizziness, he lifted his head and stared into the ghost-white face of Andras
Maddock. Bent at the waist, the physician gasped for precious air, yet kept his
keen sight on the periphery of the clearing.
followed his gaze with sickening dread. Were more long tooths waiting to
attack? And who or what was Andras?