Demon Inhibitions by Gary Starta @scifiwriter777 @VBTCafe

Demon Inhibitions

by Gary Starta

 

gary

Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter

Gary Starta is a former journalist who began writing multi-genre fiction in 2004. He likes to include science theory in his stories as well as elements of paranormal, fantasy, mystery and romance.

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Science-Fiction
Publisher: Self-Published at Amazon Kindle
Release Date: March 15, 2013
Amazon

New-Cover-for-Demon-Inhibitions

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Book Description:

Most people don’t travel to another universe to get a new job, house and boyfriend but psychic investigator Caitlin Diggs did. Now she’s living the life of her alternate self, working for the FBI’s Preternatural Division where her first case just happens to include chasing a genetically engineered man hell bent on stealing souls. Well, there had to be consequences.

 

Excerpt:

 

When she found I had visited Manners, Briana began scurrying about her house, scooping up a pair of scissors and a red candle. Before I could speak further, she came at me. I backed away from her in fright. Her placid face revealed nothing malevolent. But the shears were headed right for me. I tried to dive away from the contradiction. Who was the real Briana? The sweet woman who made cookies for me–or her shears wielding maniac counterpart now standing before me? She screamed not to worry. I heard a snip. I felt a strange sensation. Not pain. But something was no longer attached to me. It was a piece of my hair. She caught the floating lock in her hands as if it were a runaway feather.

“It is very important we get to work, Caitlin.” Too stunned to process the weird moment, I could barely utter a groan.

Then she explained how she must protect me. “He’ll surely make a visitation now that he has met you.”

I tried to explain it was a good thing. I would probably get a vision of him and then I could determine his part in the slayings.

She interrupted. “A visitation is what he’ll do to you. I don’t know how to break this to you but the cat judge is an incubus. He’ll surely come to you in your dreams. And in case he is our murderer, you’ll need a protection spell, pronto.”

I reminded her I carried a firearm. I had worked in the FBI.

“No earthbound weapons can harm the judge once he joins with you. An incubus enters your dream world.”

‘How do you know this?” My tone grew edgy. She had obviously withheld knowledge of Manners. Maybe the two were friends or even lovers. And she just admitted an incubus could have committed these crimes without fear of being harmed or caught.

“I know things because I’m a witch, Caitlin. That explanation will have to suffice for now.”

If you’re truly a witch, Briana, you must know he’s our best suspect.”<br<

“I do not wish to make sentence of him, yet. He could very well be innocent, even though he is not human. You must not be quick to judge. Don’t forget you now have paranormal abilities. You wouldn’t want to be labeled guilty just because of who you are.”

She had me there.

I settled in for the spell.

“I will create a mind shield for you, Caitlin Diggs.”

She began to chant, inviting me to join her.

“I call upon the helpful powers of my ancestors. Please protect and shield me from harm. By the ancient ancestral power, blessed be!”

Briana played soft Celtic music for me as we waited for the spell to take effect. I tried to distract myself with the lovely dulcet tones of harps and violins. It almost worked until my stomach rumbled–again. We never had supper. Briana was too intent on saving my ass. For what seemed hours we held hands waiting for the candle to burn down. I had plenty of time to drink in the ambience of the McFadden household. Floral print furniture and lacy doilies surrounded me. But most disturbing, a poster of Cher is depicting the actress as a witch in the film Witches of Eastwick, hung right before my eyes. When the candle finally expired I yawned and thanked Briana.

<br>“Don’t thank me yet. The night is now upon us. We must return to your house if we hope to engage the judge.”

“Won’t your presence discourage Manners from coming?”

“No.” She paused to smile. “You could have twenty police armed to the hilt and he’d still come. Nothing from the waking world can harm him.”

muttered something unintelligible even to me.

“I’ll be in the next room to supervise so to speak. When he comes I’ll sense it. I will then cast a binding spell so he can’t attack you – or worse, drain you. Now the spell won’t last indefinitely so you won’t want to waste time with small talk. Hopefully you’ll be able to determine his innocence or guilt in your dream.”

had once interrogated an evil man named Crowley in a dream state. It didn’t go so well. But at least he didn’t threaten to harm me. Maybe he couldn’t. I still don’t know; but I was sure of one thing if the judge threatened me in anyway I would defend myself. I didn’t care what Briana said about the dream and waking worlds. I went to bed packing a handgun.

 

~ * ~

A full moon bathed my bedroom in bluish haze. It kept my eyes from closing. Normally I would have drawn the curtains on the nocturnal intrusion, but tonight I was hosting so to speak. I felt I was setting a better trap or “invitation” to Manners if I left the light on. Briana would have probably scolded me if she were capable of listening to my silent ranting. She had explained to me several times Manners would not be traveling via car, plane or broom for that matter. His appearance would be completely ethereal to all waking humans. He would meet me via an altered state of mind, in a dream or alpha state, where his thoughts and presence could transcend any physical traps an overly anxious former FBI agent (me) might feel compelled to set. It wouldn’t matter if I shined a lantern in my window or posted Rottweillers on around-the-clock guard duty, Manners would be oblivious to it. Briana stated this very emphatically, employing wild gyrating arm movements that nearly had me fearing she would turn me into a rat if I didn’t give her my undivided attention. So I sat and listened to her for an hour after we completed the spell. When my eyelids began drooping, she ordered me to bed. She took up residence in the adjoining guest room with Celeste. With a click of a doorknob, Briana could be at my bedside in seconds. But when I finally began to absorb the notion that Manners would not be using the front door to meet me, fear began to take hold. How would her presence help me? She could monitor my dreams all she wanted, but ultimately it would be up to me to break free of Manner’s paranormal grip-provided one: he was an incubus and two: he would still deem an appearance necessary to either protest his innocence or quiet my suspicions of him once for and all. My mind finally began to drift into that sleepy state where your thoughts start running into one another. How would I converse with him in the dream world? And would my gun be at my bedside in this dream? My brain felt like rubber. My eyelids finally shut. A faint hint of blue light seeped through them and then the next thing I knew…

“Who, what…what do you want?” I sat straight up and stammered as a presence took shape over my brass four-post bed. At least I determined I could talk, albeit not very intelligently in my dream state. The shape continued to hover over me, within arm’s reach. I twisted in my covers, attempting to lunge towards my dresser drawer where I kept my gun. As my hand continued to fumble for the dresser knob, coldness brushed against my backside. At that instant, I gave up my hunt for the gun and reverted to my backside, hoping confrontation might keep the invading demon at bay. I shouted. “Back off and identify yourself.” I felt silly. I couldn’t very well command this thing to put its hands behind its back–if it had hands–let alone expect it to adhere to laws and protocols devised by those living in the real world.

The thing, best described as a floating transparent body of liquid, actually started to comply. It reversed itself away from me, about a yard or so. Now it hovered over my Victorian vanity chair. I seriously hoped its liquid makeup wouldn’t drip all over my prized antique. It began to glow blue, probably because it was in the direct path of a moonbeam.

Now tell me who are you.” Hoarse and raspy, my voice no longer sounded like mine. I tried to recall my vision where I had been speaking to the spirit of Alastair Crowley. My voice had sounded like mine then. In fact, I’d felt no different in that dream state whatsoever; I had classified that experience as a vision. But now, as I sat cowering in my bed, I felt more as if in a dream. I willed my legs to move, but like in a dream, they were uncooperative as if an iron vise was keeping them in place. As I struggled to escape my covers, the thing spoke to me in a whispered voice. Whatever it was, it was now inside my head!

 

~

 

Come find me at Facebook and Twitter

Renhala by Amy Joy Lutchen – Book Feature @paranormalcravi

Renhala-Banner_300x400

Giveaway:  Swag pack with Amazon GA card

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Kailey Rooke, timid accountant, dedicated to philanthropic work, finds herself spiraling into a deep depression after she suffers a horrifyingly odd and humiliating assault, to only discover more of these freakish assaults occurring across the globe.

A chance discovery leads Kailey to a meeting with elderly Gunthreon, actual master of persuasion. Gunthreon, who seems to know too much of Kailey’s history for her liking, opens Kailey’s eyes to a coexisting realm she never knew existed: Renhala, while entrusting her with the knowledge of her newfound power as karmelean, serving as a beacon to the Higher Ones. Kailey slowly starts revealing new talents, and Gunthreon is fascinated with what she starts achieving.

She soon discovers that Renhala is in danger, and this danger has been leaking into her own realm. As she uncovers secrets within herself, and attempts to toughen up, she fuses with an unlikely band of fellow travelers (including a dragon, woodsprite, six-hundred-pound greble, her faithful female canine companion, and a “giver”), falls into an unexpected love triangle, deals with her sexy and flirtatious best friend’s “issues,” and finds the courage to master a new deadly weapon.

On her mission to save Renhala, Kailey will find herself running from life-threatening disasters, such as greble Tartarin, who likes to remind Kailey that when he catches her, he plans on eating her brains with ice cream; she’ll run from the deadly meeples: small cute bunnies with talons and an undeniable thirst for imposing self-destruction on others. Kailey will also run into the possibility that a centuries-old Renhalan rumor is true, that advanced technology existing in Kailey’s realm shortens all life spans.

As blood is shed and puzzles near completion, Kailey pulls from deep within herself, conjuring up mystical qualities that enable her to astonish as once predicted at her birth, but despite the newfound strength, Kailey will discover that monsters not only come in ugly packages, but can be easily disguised as those she has come to love and trust.

Buy Renhala here on AMAZON

Author Info:

Born in Chicago, Illinois, a few days prior to watching her first movie, at a drive-in theater. Yes, drive-in theater. And yes, her mother believed she was possessed by the devil after said first movie.

Grew up in the Chicagoland area and graduated from the University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana, where she simply became a number, but decided it was a good number.

Loves cooking (mostly candy-cooking), gardening (putting holes in the ground for perennials, DONE!), designing and constructing jewelry (everything from silversmithing to lampworking), and living with her wonderful husband, two children, black Labrador, and frog—and maybe even the chipmunk family that likes to destroy her aforementioned perennials.

Also hopes that you enjoy her writings, and won’t criticize her for her aversion of eating things in multiples of three.

 

CONTACT LINKS:

Buy Links:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/240460

 

 

 

 

Amy Joy Lutchen pic

 

 

Find me at Facebook and Twitter

Things my #father taught me – whether I liked it or not.

Things my father taught me:

1. “Don’t ever ask for me to co-sign anything, ever. If you need a co-signer, you can’t afford it. I love you, but you’re on your own, Roz.” – How to be a responsible adult and never go broke (and it’s not for lack of trying, let me tell you).

2. “Your family is blood. One day your brother is all you’ll have of us. You and Paul would be wise to remember that.” Aside from my husband and kids, my father taught me that, despite the differences I might have with my brother, he is still my brother. Family is everything, unless they’re crazy. Then you’re absolved. ;)

3. “Never be in a position where you can’t take care of yourself.Never rely on anyone, but yourself. You’re all you have sometimes and that better damn well be enough.” As a woman, never to rely on a man to ‘take care of me’. I’m not helpless…dad wouldn’t let me be.

4. “Where did you learn that f9cking language? In the f*cking street?!” Dad also taught me the value of a trick question. Seriously, he asked me that as a kid. Paul and I were like, ‘wait…this is a trick.’

5. “It’s called probabilities and statistics, Roz. It’s important.” Actually, it’s called poker, but who was I to question?

6. “Roz you opened your mouth and got yourself into this trouble. I love you, but you fix your own shit.” Yeah, middle school was interesting. He seriously left me to my own devices, good or bad, as a kid. Opened my mouth and got into a fight that I pretty much started, and he supported me all the way up to telling me he wasn’t going to do anything about it. First and last time I started anything with my mouth. However, he also said…

7. “Don’t ever start a fight, Roz. But you sure as shit better finish it.” Ahhh, 80s violence and retribution. Now they talk stuff out. Pfft. ;)

8. “Don’t forget to call your mother, otherwise she gives me shit all day.”

He taught me to conversationally curse, love my brother unconditionally, take nothing for granted, be a woman and support myself, and to not yell at the kids because it’s mean. Obviously he forgot our childhood, but Dad was a man’s man and a good father, despite being crazily type A and a workaholic who had a heart attack while in the Navy and didn’t even know it.

It is because of him that my brother and I are the responsible adults we are, mom – the nurturing parents we try to emulate. I could not have asked for a better childhood.

Thanks, dad. I love ya.

 

IMG_0213

Blood Memory: Book 2 – ‘Beneath the Surface’ tentative release date July 2013

bmfakehardcover

 

At least I’m at the final stretch of putting Book 2 out. I’m excited, yet I totally want to throw up. In preparation for it, I’ll be pushing Blood Memory: Book 1 which you can find on Amazon or download the .pdf/.epub free at this link. If you haven’t gotten your free ebook copy of Book 1 – definitely grab it now. It’s .99 on Amazon, but FREE at my website. Be sure to jump over to GoodReads and review it here.

 

Excerpt from Book 2: Beneath The Surface

 

Charlie Hammond watched with an insurmountable amount of guilt as Vivienne Sena’s limp body was picked up off the tarmac and dragged back to the private hanger located in Donegal, Ireland.  With the equipment fried from the localized EMP that had hit the area, the entire Piper squad, along with the Beta Hammerthynn and their Commander Brian ‘Brig’ Jameson, would return back in private jet that had brought the Pack’s leadership.  Charlie made a mental note to speak to the LT about the acquired Black Hawks as he passed through the door into the sizable hanger.  He caught a glimpse of two of his Pipers dragging Vivienne into one of the closed off rooms to await departure.  The door behind him slammed, making him turn toward the noise when it opened again, this time letting in the cold chill of winter and the Commander and LT’s scent as they entered.

 

The Commander gave Charlie a cold look and passed him, entering the room Vivienne had been deposited.  Giving his LT a side look, Charlie raised his eyebrows silently.  LT took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

 

“I am so screwed when we get back.”  Lothias, ‘LT’ Jameson, Piper Lieutenant and nephew to the Commander, narrowed his eyes at Charlie and added, “But not quite as screwed as you though, bro.”

 

Charlie nodded slowly and pursed his lips.  The LT had gone above and beyond saving Vivienne from a fate worse than death.  A size 15 boot to the throat had just been sitting across her neck, crushing her windpipe, not five minutes earlier.  LT stepped in and managed to keep her alive at least until the Pipers and leadership had returned back to home base back on the east coast.  It would be up to the Alpha, but that wasn’t Charlie’s concern as the sergeant.  He would be in enough trouble for aiding Viv with her trip across northern Europe, into Siberia’s frozen tundra.

 

They were the Alpha’s Pipers; the tip of the arrow and army bred for the sole purpose of protecting the Alpha and the Greater Pack.  They were imposing, tall men and leadership bred from direct descendants of the Beta Iov Hammerthynn or their Commander; both families run by Elders, the oldest of both family trees.

 

That was except for Charlie Hammond; the first and only ever non-direct Sergeant of the Alpha’s Pipers.  Orphaned as a young teenager, he became the ward and adopted son of the Commander’s younger brother, Shale.  An eerily, almost predestined fate for a boy who’s family line had zero lineage within the Greater Pack.  For Charlie to ascend to the level of leadership as a ‘non-direct’ was unheard of, and the envy stirred quietly within the families.  But as he stood silently next to his LT and best friend, Charlie Hammond had no doubt in his ability to lead his men.  The only doubt he had was one Vivienne Sena, outcast female and protégé of Elder Vigo Hammerthynn, the Beta’s father, and now his fate was tied to hers, precarious though it was at the moment.

 

“I don’t think he’ll kill her.”

 

Charlie didn’t reply.  They both stood silently for a moment, knowingly thinking the same thing.  If the Alpha decided Vivienne’s life was not worth the trouble she put the Pipers through, it would be Charlie and the LT that would have to kill her.  Charlie, for bringing her passport to allow her to leave the country, and the LT for speaking against the Beta, reminding him that the Alpha would in no way all Hammer to crush Viv’s neck beneath his boot.  Both men went out on a limb, but for different reasons.

 

“It’s not our place to protect her.”

 

Charlie flicked his blue eyes over at his LT.  “We’re Pipers and she’s part of leadership.  That’s exactly what we’re supposed to do.”

 

“Alright, let me rephrase that.  It’s not your job.”  LT sighed and shrugged.  “You gotta let it go.”

 

Charlie’s body language spoke volumes at the mention of his inappropriate feelings toward the Alpha’s guest and Elder Hammerthynn’s representative.   Charlie stiffened, but he kept the blank expression on his face.  It wasn’t like the quiet sergeant to even acknowledge it, much less reply to something as intensely personal as that.  Lothias could see it wasn’t just a simple crush – they weren’t young men, though they looked barely twenty five.  Both in their early forties, he hadn’t seen this level of obsession in Charlie in some years, but it was pretty apparent that Vivienne didn’t feel the same way.  It was making his sergeant a liability.

 

“Are you telling me this as my friend or my Lieutenant?”

 

“Your friend, Charlie.”

 

“Duly noted,” Charlie replied quietly, looking at the ground.  After a moment he lifted his chin.  “Shit detail when we get back, no doubt.  I’ll pull Red, Lewis, and Marthinus out of rotation.”

 

LT nodded and dismissed his sergeant, not bothering to look at him.  Their quiet moment was already forgotten, so LT resumed his duties and readied for the intensely awkward flight home.

 

 

Stay tuned!

 

bmfakehardcover

#BlackForestFire – bad couple of days

panpic1

That’s a backyard view of Colorado’s most devastating wildfire in it’s entire state history. I can’t say that it’s an honor to be part of it – because it’s not. It’s terrifying and smokey. Editing Book 2 has come to a standstill, especially considering my valuables, other than my children, husband, dog shadow, and 2 favorite Coach purses are on standby just in case my subdivision (Meridian Ranch) gets a mandatory call to evacuate. We’re on pre-evac, which means be ready to leave in a moment’s notice. It’s harrowing, to say the least.

blackforestfire1          blackforestfire2

That’s from Day 1 on Tuesday 6/11/13. The panoramic picture above is of yesterday, and it’s cleared even more today, but we’re still at 0% containment. The fires are moving north of us, and my heart goes out to those families, but can’t help but let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

I am humbled by the generosity my fellow neighbors and local friends have shown us. I will forever be grateful.