Release Day Blitz: The Aching Darkness (A Dark Fantasy Anthology)

 

The Aching Darkness

A Dark Fantasy Anthology

Parker Sinclair ~ Alexia Purdy ~ Jessica Ozment~ Robert Stock

 Sensuality, Madness, Tortured Souls, & Dangerous Beings

These pages contain thrilling short stories for the dark fantasy lover. Fight grotesque, body and soul consuming creatures, hacking off their limbs with sharp pointy weapons, as Dark Angel, Ilese, defends humanity, in A Darker Fall. Find your true power as the head witch in your ancient coven, while hiding a terrible secret costing you everyone you love in White Matron. Mind meld with killer, lover, and immortal, Joe Smith, in Lord of Blood. Travel to Sin City for a Post-apocalyptic Vampire of Vegas story stocked with vampires and zombies, in Brevity.

Depravity, Lies, Blood, Sex, & Magic

Will Set Your Pulse Pounding

Your Spine Tingling & Your Mind Reeling

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A Darker Fall: A Dark Angel Novella

By Parker Sinclair

Dark Angel, Ilese, is part of an elite government team, Operation Quietus. Their mission, to destroy monsters unleashed by The Fallen, grotesque abominations created from the evil in the world when human lackeys in the drug, sex, and arms trade turn into beasts. Ilese is the only one who can annihilate them forever.

Though her heritage makes for a formidable soldier, Ilese lacks certain aspects of humanity that allows her to care profoundly for others. Yet, her second in command, Josh, may find a way to prove otherwise.

An on-going war, a crucial mistake, and a decision that could change everything; one where losing something real isn’t an option.

White Matron

By Jessica Ozment

Fey Westfall is a White Witch on the cusp of gaining her true power. Not only has she lost everything she knows and loves, she’s also on the verge of unraveling a complicated past that has an unbreakable bond with her destiny. For years, deceptive lies and altered memories shrouded the answers as to why her beloved mother disappeared when she was a child. Now, with her reign inevitable and her power surging; Fey is uncovering the agonizing truth. 

Though the Westfall family has protected an entire village of magical beings cut off from the outside world for hundreds of years, the tradition required a tremendous sacrifice to hide the immeasurable arcane magic within Fey's ancient coven. Now, the darkness they’ve created will fight to the ends of the Earth to escape, all under the guise of wanting nothing more than to dictate where the next Matron's loyalties lie. 

Can Fey overpower an unspeakable evil hiding within the depths of her soul? Or, will those closest to her reek of betrayal? One thing’s certain; she mustn't find safety in the secrets that have already cost her everything.

For the Love of  Blood

By Robert Stock

Killer, lover, immortal; Joe Smith is a vampire that saves as many lives as he takes. He’s a surgeon, and a literal Lord of Blood, bending flesh and plasma to his will. In the ER, he performs miracles. In the darkness, he performs atrocities. But don’t worry, he only kills the bad ones...mostly.

The Trophy Room (Story one): The Lord of Blood heads to confession in “The Trophy Room”. Methinks it may be a bit bloody!

For Bathed in Blood (Story two): The Lord of Blood comes face-to-face with the Countess of Blood, Elizabeth Bathory. Will there be a bloodbath? Or will the sparks fly and burn down the barn?

Brevity

By Alexia Purdy

Witnesses to the end of the world, two airmen race against a plague infecting the city of Las Vegas which turns people into blood thirsty creatures. Ground zero for outbreak, they’ll learn the ones responsible are closer than they thought and the city, under siege, will never be the same.

Random Promo: Guitars and Cages by Layla Dorine

Title: Guitars and Cages
Author: Layla Dorine

Publisher: Encompass Ink

Genre: LBGT Dark Fiction

Length: Novel

Synopsis

Asher Logan is a bartender and a pretty wicked guitar player, when he isn’t wrecking his hands fighting in a cage. With a past he keeps hoping to outrun, Asher’s been on a downward spiral for longer than he can remember. When his sister-in-law leaves Rory, his eight-year-old nephew, in his care, Asher is forced into two things he’s never been good at: sobriety and responsibility. As he struggles to care for Rory, his own life begins to unravel. 

When Asher’s brother, Alex, turns up, presenting as a girl and announcing her new name is Alexia, it further complicates matters, as does the arrival of his new neighbor, Conner. Both, in their own way, compel Asher to look at his own closely-guarded views on sexuality. 

When the siblings’ older brother, Cole, reacts violently to Alexia, Asher is placed squarely in the middle of a family conflict which compels him to confront who he pretends to be versus who he really is.

Asher must choose who to trust and who to finally walk away from.

Excerpt

HOW long does it take to unravel a life? A second? An hour? A minute? A year? In my case it took sixty-three seconds. That’s .0175 percent of an hour, or 63,000 milliseconds, or the time it takes to chug a beer and light a cigarette. Hell, there’s a ton of things I can do in sixty-three seconds; I should know, I’ve kept track of them all. In sixty-three seconds I can open a car door with a coat hanger or make a peanut-butter sandwich. Sixty-three seconds is 11.22 percent of The Doors’ classic The End. It’s the time it used to take to walk from the door of my apartment to the door of my favorite whore. Sixty-three seconds is also how long it took my eldest brother to die after we were left no choice but to pull the plug on him.

One minute and three seconds of gripping his hand, pleading, begging, urging him to breathe on his own, to give us a miracle, to live, because if he didn’t, the rest of us weren’t sure we’d be able to go on living without him.

There’s a difference between life and living, you know. Sometimes it’s a hair’s width, sometimes it’s shades of gray, and sometimes it’s just there and we don’t even realize it until we’re so far over the line that we’ve lost far more than we’ve found. I can’t tell you the exact moment when I got lost. It could have been when the declining beep, beep, beep turned into a loud, unyielding whine. It could have been the moment we shoveled the dirt down onto the coffin, or the moment we stood there, looking at one another, no longer able to stand each other’s company; eyes down, feet shuffling restlessly before one by one we turned away.

It could have been the days, the weeks, the months after that moment, as I pickled my brain in a bottle and lost myself in the firm thighs, gasping moans, and plastic promises of a street-corner whore. Did I lose myself in the fine lines I cut where no one else could see them, in the tattered rooms in which I dwelt, the raggedness of my appearance, and the carelessness with which I went about doing one of the only things I had ever really loved?

Maybe it was all of those, or maybe it was none; I honestly couldn’t say. What I can say is that I know the day, the hour, and the minute when I had no choice but to change.

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LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.

Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.

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Review: Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius by Wulf Francu Godgluck

Title: Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius

Author: Wulf Francu Godgluck

Publisher: .Wulf Francu Godgluck

Genre: Gay Contemporary Romance

Length: Novel

Synopsis

Go ahead...hate me. 

Slaughter me against the wall. 

I never introduced myself as the goddamn hero. Even labeling me a pussy bad boy.

I'm an imperious villain! A tyrant cut from the bone of the worst kind of monster.

This is my story and I won't change it for anyone in the world, but...

For him? The one who calls me Master… This is no forever fairy tale romance. This is RAW. This is ripping your heart out and trampling it till there’s nothing left but an angry bloody mess RAW.
He was the one who saw through my cracks, who would suffer my pain, blood and tears, working to mend those still bleeding wounds on my soul.

He stood through my violent storm, hiding the battle raging inside him, one I was too stupid to see, that was tearing apart the only man I would ever love. 

It took almost losing him to see that, to understand, to comprehend what he truly was to me.

Mine.

My precious boy.

My beautiful Beo.

Excerpt

“It happened again. Another man seemed to have fallen in lust with me, but this one was different. He was, and will be, the only one I love.”— Beo Moon.

I stood, and turned, “Sorry, big guy, but I got to run,” holding my hand out for my beanie. He looked me up and down.

“How long are you going to make me wait, boy?”

I gaped at the dude, dumbfounded. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“I can be a very patient man, Beo Moon,” he said and stood, glaring down at me from hooded brows. “But, when it comes to certain things, people shouldn’t test my endurance, or my temper. I’ve decided, when it comes to you, beautiful,” he stepped closer and placed the beanie over my head, “I don’t have any. You will be mine, Beo. I promise you. So don’t make me wait too fucking long!” he growled then cupped the back of my head with his left hand, hauled on it, and bam!

His mouth covered mine as he forced his tongue past my lips and kissed me with fucking, blazing hell-storm and passion. I moaned as his assault continued. The bastard even curled his right arm around my waist, crashing me against his hard body and deepening the kiss. It lasted fucking lifetimes. Grasping him by the lapels, I silently begged him not to stop— kissing him back, hard, and trying to bury myself in his mouth.

He tasted too good, too right, too damn perfect, and I wanted him too much.

“It started and ended with a hippie kid. Marriage just wedged itself in there like a bullet.” — Colt Maxus.

I roared, snapping my hips and slamming hard into him. Beo cried out so loud, Martin was up off his seat, fists clenching, white knuckles at his sides. My eyes cut to his, and I growled, thrusting into Beo again, this time only a whimper bolted from my boy’s lips.

Coiling the belt and his leash in my hand, I fucked my boy, hearing his cries going silent, his mouth pressed against my neck and nostrils snuffling at my skin as he breathed with each plunge. My eyes challenged Martin to dare step in and stop this. I was only met with a single wet tear rolling down his cheek. I sneered at him in victory, taking Beo’s lips like a deranged animal, kissing my Babyboy hard.

Sweat gleamed and dripped down my scalp, and our bodies rubbed against each other. I felt the increased sensation in my sac.

Beo’s dick was hard, straining backwards to his belly, smearing pre-cum as I moved inside him.

His submission was breathtaking.

“Beo…” I whispered into his mouth when he stopped kissing. My boy was slipping into subspace again.

“Come back to me, boy.” I slowed my thrusts, clenching my ass from the torture and the burn as I edged myself. “Don’t go there. Master wants you here with him,” I growled and bit his lip. When Beo’s eyes snapped open, beholding me with soft tenderness, I couldn’t help myself.

“I love you, Babyboy,” I said, not caring who heard because it was only meant for Beo.

Review

Colt Maxus is a Dom who is rude, arrogant, aggressive and is fine with the way he is. He embraces his role of Master at ‘The Bark’ and in the rest of his life with proverbial open arms. Colt takes what he wants, does what he wants and doesn’t give a flying flip about what anyone else thinks. He’s dark, menacing and refuses to let himself be loved or show love. Colt has issues that run deep from his past that have shaped his present.

In walks Beo Moon. A sweet waif of a male who just so happens to be submissive with issues of his own. A self proclaimed ‘hipster’ who sings beautifully. Like Colt, he keeps people at an arms length. He doesn’t want to get hurt by allowing someone in because of what is coming down the line. Even more so, he doesn’t want others to get hurt by it. What will happen between Colt and Beo? Will they come to their senses and find their HEA? Even more so, will they move forward, allow each other in and begin to heal?

I was introduced to Wulf Francú Godgluck and his books only a short time ago. Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius (Of Gods and Monsters #1) was the first novel of his that I had read. At first, I will admit that the first person alternating POV had thrown me off a bit. It’s a unique way of writing. Yet, it was perfect for this book and this set of characters. Wulf pulled it off wonderfully and incorporated the views of both main characters to the point so we could see and understand what was going on within both Beo and Colt.

Another aspect of this book is that it is a dark romance. There are aspects of abuse and kinks that may be distressing for some readers.

Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius is a wonderful story of two men who are broken by their past. It’s about two men who, even against all that they thought they believed and wanted for themselves, the Fates had different ideas for the two of them. The world is well developed and the characters were well thought out. There were times when wanted to throttle Colt and Lucifer while telling them to get their cranial orbs out of their rectal orifice. I wanted to tell Beo the same thing a couple of times as well. There were also times when, even though I felt badly for Colt, I couldn’t help chuckling at his confusion. But also I wanted to cry for both he and Beo while giving them both a huge huge as well.

I enjoyed of Gods and Monsters: Menetius quite a bit and would recommend it to others. Thank you Wulf for sharing this story.

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They come to me in the night, creeping into my head. Their voices are all different, their stories all dissimilar, but they keep saying the same thing... 

"Show us, tell us, bring us into your world, and make us known."

Then I sit and they take over. They tell their tales of love, loss and sinister misfortune. Not all of them get a happy ending, but they are pleased when their part is written.

I sometimes find myself lost in my own mind; a world very similar to our own yet so different. Things don't go bump in the night-- they squeal and crawl under your skin, making you grind your teeth, and making your stomach turn over and putting your nerves on edge. Then there's the drama. Oh, the drama!

Wulf Francú Godgluck hails from South Africa. His work is not for the faint-hearted! In his books you'll find... all the beasties with their nasty claws and teeth, and some you didn't even know existed.

But the monsters aren't all real. 

Some live inside us. Who knows what he will make you discover about yourself, lurking in your heart, behind the closed walls in the deep, black recesses where no light penetrates?

Wulf will steal your heart and never give it back. More than likely, he'll pin it to the wall with a bobbypin and sit there sipping his tea while you writhe and squeal on the floor...

STILL sure you want to read a Wulf Godgluck book?

Proceed at your own peril.

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