Release Day Blitz An Angel’s Treasure by Celia Breslin #ReleaseDay #PNR


An Angel’s Treasure
The Cupid Dating Agency
Book Four
Celia Breslin

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Celia Breslin
Date of Publication: June 4, 2026
ISBN: 9798235028081
ASIN: B0GZYW11PS
Number of pages: 174
Word Count: 40K
Cover Artist: Danielle Fine

Book Description:

That moment when you realize you want your bestie…

Pastry chef Maya adores her friend group, especially a certain angel whose smile could dazzle the sun and whose heart is made of one-hundred-proof awesomeness. He’s her partner in hijinks, and the best ride or die a girl could ever have. At least he was…until the wedding reception incident. Cue hormonal fireworks and a secret crush guaranteed to splinter their carefully curated friendship—if she ever dared to tell him. Which she won’t.

Warrrior-class angel Raziel has a problem—a pint-sized fireball with a PhD in snark and sass. While he enjoys the heaven out of every moment with her, the slow burn in his soul has flared hotter than a supernova, so he’s burning to step beyond friendship into something more. Too bad she doesn’t seem to feel the same.

Cupids stick their meddling noses into the mix, sending them off with other partners. Maya welcomes the distraction from watching her flirty friend date someone else. Raz, on the other hand, has a new-found possessive streak and celestial flame sword ready to detach a certain rival suitor’s head from his shoulders.

With the cupids seeking to keep Maya and Raz apart, it may take a miracle—or thousands of party-crashing wendigos—to flip these friends into lovers…

An Angel’s Treasure is a secret crush, Friends to Lovers paranormal romance in the Cupid Dating Agency novella series. For fans of feisty, snarky heroines, big-hearted alpha heroes, otherworldly shenanigans, and steamy, slow-burn romance!

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Excerpt:

Maya smacked into a wall of muscle.

“Raz!” She palmed his hunky chest and pushed.

He didn’t budge. Instead, he covered her hands with his much larger ones, trapping them against his pecs while he backed her against the fridge.

“Move.” Wow, that order came out more like a question, and good grief, could her voice sound any wispier? All breathy and needy? But damn it, touching him was doing all sorts of lusty things to her insides, again, and they were not in the right place or time to be—

Wait. Hold the horniness. There was never a right time for them. Friends. Friend Zone. The platonic zone.

Raz towered over her, his pretty eyes practically searing into her soul. “Hey, you all right?” His warm, warm fingers stroked the backs of her hands while the cold metal of the fridge sent goosies down her spine.

Okay, fine, it’s his touch sending the chills cavorting all over me. “I’m great.” Liar, liar, cookies on fire.

“Sure, you are.” He narrowed his eyes, too in tune with her to believe her fib—the danger of being such close friends for so long.

“I’ll be fine.” She yanked her hands out from under his and attempted to skirt around him, but he planted his stupid big hands against the fridge on either side of her, towering over her, caging her in.

He arched one dark blond brow and waited.

Damn it, he smelled so good, like clove, pine, and citrus. Have to get out of here. “I need to check on the cookies.”

“No, you don’t. You just put in that batch.”

“Again, I ask, what do you know about baking? Zip, that’s what.”

“As much as I enjoy our banter, TT, something is up, and we’re not moving until you tell me.” His expression softened. “Let me help.”

Ugh, someone save me from heroic, soft-hearted warrior angels. “I’m not some problem you need to fix.” She ducked under his arm. This time, he let her go, much to her relief. And to no small amount of disappointment.

She busied herself arranging the cooled batch of cookies on a platter.

“Let me help,” he murmured again.

“I’ve got it.”  She slid the last cookie onto the pile.

“Maya.”

Oh, man. He said her actual name instead of one of the bazillion nicknames he seemed to have for her. She nibbled on the side of her lip and tore her gaze off the cookie pile to face the source of her never-ending torment.

Brow furrowed, he stared down at her, concern clear in his eyes. They always darkened to forest green when he was upset, which was a rare occurrence for the upbeat, positive man. Except when he was in battle mode, like the time a bunch of creatures from Hell invaded Petaluma, and Raziel made his fiery sword appear out of nowhere then killed every scary monster that tried to attack her—

Raz tapped her forehead with his index finger. “You’re thinking very hard. Too hard for a party. What’s going on in that clever mind of yours?”

“Nothing.”

“Mm-hm.” He scanned her face. “You have a little something on your…” His gaze locked onto her cheek, and before she could so much as blink, he stroked his thumb over her skin, right near her lips.

Lips that wanted to be kissed sooooo damn badly. By him.

Shit. She grabbed his wrist and opened her mouth to lay into him as hard as her bantering skills would allow, to stop herself before she snaked her hands around his neck and tugged his face closer to hers to kiss—

Chimes trilled.

The air around them warmed.

Fireworks burst to life near the vaulted ceiling, and a scroll winked into existence in an explosion of pink and gold sparkles.

Holy sugar sprinkles. The cupids had crashed the party.

 

About the Author:

Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with her family, which includes three feisty felines who like to stalk across her keyboard while she’s hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal romances. When not glued to her laptop, Celia likes to work out, read books (of course!), hang with her family, and binge-watch sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and movies. Matcha lattes keep her fueled for All The Life Stuff! 

 


 
 
 
 








Cover Reveal - The Engine in the Sky by V.G. Harrison #CoverReveal


The Engine in the Sky
The Dyson Bridge Series 
Book Three
V.G. Harrison

Genre: Sci-fi
Publisher: Mocha Memoirs Press
Date of Publication: 7/10/2026
Number of pages: 161
Word Count: 46,139

Cover Artist: Maya Preisler

Tagline: The greatest threat to Earth is the only one that can save it.

Book Description:

When Professor Meridia Vail’s space station is hurled across time and dimensions, she and the rest of the Bridgeway crew wake on an alternate Earth that's only five years into the future but looks like it's a century behind her technology. Their goal is to reclaim their crippled station, return to their dimension, and hope that a mysterious interdimensional illness doesn't kill her and her people first.

Stuck on a backwards version of her own planet, Meridia must deal with governments who want her technology and intelligence agencies who want control. Nobody trusts anyone, and the longer they delay, the closer the Bridgeway gets to a catastrophic reentry.

However, the greatest shock comes when Meridia meets her doppelganger, a brilliant mechanic with a loving family that leaves her heart aching for the life she could have had.

As time is running out for her crew and New Earth, Meridia faces an impossible mission: return to the station, save her crew, and prevent a global disaster. Duty first. Family second. When Meridia is thrust into a situation where the two become synonymous, she must decide how much she's willing to risk for a world she's sworn to save and a life she can never have.


About the Author: 

Amazon best-selling author, V.G. Harrison enjoys creating smart heroines who are more comfortable dealing with things like Fine-structure constant and quantum entanglement than the fallout from their conflict. She loves to write stories that leave her audience so engaged they can't sleep at night, thinking about the possibilities. In a nutshell, she specializes in humanity-facing sci-fi thrillers with cinematic tension and grounded physics.

V.G. holds a Bachelors in Biomedical Engineering and a Masters in Information Technology. When she's not writing, she's an IT manager in the healthcare information field.  

Her ever-growing list of hobbies include astronomy, attending comic cons, keeping an eye on the cryptocurrency and stock markets, hydroponics gardening, hiking, dabbling in technology, and connecting with her daughter, Vivi, on a cool level. 









Barry Maher's Favorite Songs for Halloween and for Creating Demons #SupernaturalThriller


Favorite Songs for Halloween and for Creating Demons


I listen to music when I write. This column for example is being created with the help of—or perhaps in spite of—a piece of music that seems to be an unfortunate blend of God Save the King and The Moldavan National Anthem. But creating my supernatural thriller, The Great Dick: And The Dysfunctional Demon, a thriller that’s able to laugh at itself, (one reader called it “Horrifying and Delightful!”) required a special blend of music. 

I offer some of it as my Halloween Collection, music like: 
Dust by Fleetwood Mac 

Fleetwood Mac? Aren’t they much too pop for horror? Actually Dust was from an early incarnation of Fleetwood Mac, with no hits and lots of drug problems, not the later version of the group with lots of hits and even more drug problems. The lyrics to Dust come from a 1909 poem by Rupert Brook, who was no bundle of sunshine.

“When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption
Thrust to still the labor of my breath”

Midnight Mile by the Rolling Stones. 

This haunting tune about a mad day on the road “with a head full of snow,” gets me picturing Keith Richards as the guitar playing, coked-up, walking dead. Perhaps not a huge stretch.

I Put a Spell on You by Screaming Jay Hawkins. 

Writing about obsession? Here’s Screaming Jay screaming that he doesn’t care if you don’t want him. It doesn’t matter to him at all. He’s still yours. A non-returnable gift that threatens to keep on giving.

She’s Not There by the Zombies

This one doesn’t make my list for the name of the group, but for the mood the music evokes. And the lyrics do have a touch of the sinister. In this British song, a mysterious woman is causing untold suffering. Like the singer, we can only wonder about how much she lied, with no way of telling “how many people cried.” I know what you’re thinking. But the song was released in 1965, considerably before Maggie Thatcher ever became Prime Minister. 

No Bravery by James Blunt 

I thought this guy wrote love songs, but this one features shallow graves, burning houses, the odor of death and dying families. I listen to this, then write horror to cheer up. 

Tie a Yellow Ribbon by Tony Orlando. 

Not a horror classic, just a horrible song. I can’t listen to it without dreaming of tying a yellow ribbon as tightly as possible around Tony Orlando’s neck. And I understand the reasoning of a homicidal demon.

Last and in so many ways least, Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath 

Apparently, Satan, with eyes of fire, is coming after the singer, Ozzy Osbourne. That might explain the vocal. I think this one is from the Black Sabbath album Blue Skies, Sunny Days and Lollypops, or it may be from Kittens, Puppies and Other Easy Meals. To quote a key phrase, “please, God help me.”

Take a listen. The singing sounds like a weasel caught in a meat grinder. The question this little ditty raises is more theological than musical. Namely: why would a loving God allow something like this to exist? And to somehow become a hit? When I first heard it on my car radio, I thought my transmission was disintegrating, but it was only humanity’s musical taste.

Check out Barry Maher’s dark humor supernatural thriller, The Great Dick: And the Dysfunctional Demon on Amazon. Contact him and/or sign up for his newsletter at www.barrymaher.com





The Great Dick and the Dysfunctional Demon
Barry Maher

Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Publisher: Crystal Lake Publishing
Date of Publication: 09/2025
ISBN: 978-1968532130
ASIN: B0FKWK2K7C
Number of pages: 464
Word Count: 125,000

Tagline: A wickedly funny, dark humor. supernatural thriller, blending horror with a thrilling murder mystery.

Book Description:

It’s 1982. Steve Witowski was once a hero. Now he’s simply a failed songwriter, running from the law. Worse, he’s just killed a man—while almost accidentally saving a woman from what seemed to be the strongest, most blood-thirsty wino in California. 

He should keep moving. But the woman, Victoria, is beyond stunning. Steve stays. And Victoria becomes just a part of a mystery he can’t unravel. Even as the face of the man he just killed slowly, gradually appears on his arm. And what starts out as a gritty crime story spirals into what author David Moody called, “A chillingly funny, hot, sweaty, magic and murder infused rollercoaster.” Complete with open crypts, dark spells, sudden death, and forces more powerful and demonic than Steve understands. Where nothing is what it seems. And Steve may be the next victim.

Excerpt 

Back in the 60s . . .

 

On Wednesday October 13th, 1968, a faculty panel recommended the dismissal of Professor John Harris—in absentia, as no one at Harvard had seen or heard from him in weeks. Harris later bragged about delivering his final lecture on “one shitload and a half of LSD.” According to the recording made available to the faculty panel, this was the sum total of that lecture:

 

“Good afternoon. Wow. American Literature, hunh? Let’s see. Moby Dick today. Right?”

 “Moby Dick?” asked a confused voice. “No. What happened to The Scarlet Letter?”

 “Right. Moby Dick,” Harris continued. “Great book. None of you have read it. None of you are going to read it. Nobody ever does. What you need to understand is that as far as I’m concerned—and I’m the fucking professor—Moby Dick is the same story as The Great Gatsby, which some of you may read. I call it, ‘the half-assed struggle of the individual to put their world to rights in the face of a failure that threatens to define their life.’ I think that’s from my thesis. Though maybe it’s not pretentious enough.”

Harris laughed. “Hey! How about this? Great Gatsby/Moby Dick: same story, different era, right? So, if someone someday tries to write that story for this generation, they should call it The Great Dick. That’d be perfect, wouldn’t it? The Great Dick. Alright, that’s got to be almost fifty minutes. See you next . . . whenever. Wow.”

 

 

SUNDAY, MARCH 21, 1982
Two Women and One Corpse


“Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to lie well.”
                                                                                        —Samuel Johnson

 

CHAPTER 1

  

            Okay, let me start out by admitting that I was an asshole. I know that. The ludicrous amount of fame and acclaim and money I’ve had dumped on me since that time only makes it more glaring. The fact that we lived in a different world back in 1982 is no excuse. It was the same world. It just wasn’t the world we thought it was.

            I remember it was a Sunday night. Sundays always feel different. Looking back now and Googling a 1982 calendar, I’d guess it was Sunday, March 21st. I remember waking up and within minutes making the decision to leave. Quickly, before I could change my mind, I eased myself out of the rickety hide‑a‑bed.

            Immediately, Maria rolled over into the spot I'd just vacated, breathing loudly through her nose and mouth, not quite snoring. I hate to say it, but she looked every minute of her thirty years. Her thick dark hair clung damply to her face; her heavy arms stretched outward. The cast on her left wrist looked like a giant manacle.

The grandfather clock beside the cigar store Indian read 1:37, though a few minutes before, it had chimed four times. That made as much sense as anything else in my life. I was thirty-five years old, a Harvard grad who’d spent the previous two years faking his way through a $13,500 a year job as an territory rep for the Richmond Tobacco company. That $13,500 was the most money I’d ever made. You’re probably thinking that when you adjust for inflation and translate that $13,500 into today’s dollars, it’s a lot more impressive.

No, it’s not.

I slipped on my jersey and my jeans and gathered the rest of my things in my old gym bag. Fortunately, enough moonlight crept in around the edges of the tattered drapes to give the room a dim glow. I wondered if it would be safe to hitchhike out of there, or if Indiana had already notified the California Highway Patrol that I was wanted.

My situation was bad. But not bad enough to, say, crawl into a grave with a rotting corpse.

That would come later.



About the Author:
 
Barry Maher may be the only horror novelist who’s ever appeared in the pages of Funeral Service Insider. In his misspent youth, his articles appeared in perhaps a hundred different publications and, in order to eat, he held nearly that many different jobs. Sometimes he lived on the beach. Not in a house on the beach. On the beach. With the sand and the seagulls. 

Then he started telling his stories to audiences. More important, he started telling his stories to audiences and charging. That took him all over the country and around the world: his client list a Who’s Who of leading corporations, associations and cruise lines. You may have seen Barry on The Today Show, CNN, CBS or CNBC, or read about him in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, USA Today or in his own, Slightly Off-Kilter syndicated column.

On the downside, he’s also been incarcerated twice. Once for not making a left hand turn out of a left hand turn lane, and once for aiding and abetting a loiterer. 

He’s deeply repentant. 

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Top 10 Signs You Might Be Dancing with an Orc at the Party #MonsterRomance


It’s the party of the year, you’re dressed like a fairy, and drinks are flowing. The Halloween costume contestants went over the top this year, and you're not so sure that a few monsters at this shindig aren’t the real deal… or maybe it’s your third margarita starting to kick in.

But who cares, right? It’s a party, and the group of roguish orcs hanging by the bar looks deliciously dangerous. Green, tall, and with more muscles than any human can handle, you take a risk and say yes when the hottest one asks you to dance. But is this beautiful creature more orc than human?

Here’s a top ten checklist to determine if you might be dancing with an orc.

1.     The green heartthrob growled three times since you hit the dance floor because someone got a little too close. Growled. This beast latterly growled!

2.     They called you little human, and your brain short-circuits how sexy that sounded. No human could pull that tone off.

3.     Six foot six of pure brawn that smells delightfully like a mix of the forest pine and aged whiskey.

4.     The dance becomes more like a ritual than a slow dance, and when the others start chanting. Suddenly, you think you might be in trouble. Did you just enter into some sort of tribal marriage?

5.     Their tusks definitely look fake until one drags slowly just under your earlobe, making your toes curl.

6.     You jokingly ask if they’re always this intense, and they answer, “Only when guarding what’s mine.”

7.     They keep referring to your friend group as your clan.

8.     You made a joke about them being all muscle, and now they want to prove their strength by lifting you over their head.

9.     You catch the bartender nervously making some kind of protective hand gesture every time the orc spins you his way.

10. When the dance is over, and he guides you to the buffet, he rips the turkey leg off with one hand and gives it to you with a toothy grin that says you're now their mate.

Yep… You were dancing with an orc.

Honestly? At that point, just accept your fate. You’ve been claimed by an orc.

***

Want to dive deeper into some spicy orc romance, so you’re prepared for your next orc encounter? Running with the Orc is available now on Amazon and all major retailers.

 

 

 


Running with the Orc
Loretta Kendall

Genre: Monster Romance
Publisher: Loretta Kendall
Date of Publication: May 15th, 2026
ISBN: 9798234054067
Number of pages: 244
Word Count: 75,000
Cover Artist: LK Creative Designs

Book Description: 

Daisy survived two years in orc captivity with one rule: Don't get caught during the run. 

Sassy burlesque comedian, Daisy LaRue, always believed her orc captors kidnapped their pretty victims for nefarious reasons. Humans, fairies, pixies, and other beautiful beings, all taken from their homes and forced to survive in a world built on a brutal game of hunter and the hunted. 

But do the orcs want them for lunch… or love? 

When Daisy is finally caught during the orcs' quarterly run, she discovers the so-called monstrous men might not be the villains she pegged them to be. The one who caught her may turn from enemy to temptation. 

In a world where nothing feels certain, she’ll face a battle far darker than captivity when her captor, Commander Bramwell Grognak, reveals the truth of a twisted history built on the study of eugenics. With the handsome orc at her side, Daisy takes a stand against the hidden evils of a society once built on honor and tradition. 

As love becomes the greatest challenge they face, this world may be worth fighting for.

Amazon     BN


Running with the Orc: Excerpt 1

The club was packed, the drinks were flowing, and Daisy LaRue was about to go on stage for another night of comedy burlesque when…

“You have to see who’s here. I can’t believe it. He came. He never comes into the camp unless someone trips the alarm leading to the portal.”

I watched the woman from my world, Claudette, curiously. “Who?”

She didn’t respond, but quickly pushed me to the edge of the stage to look out through the curtain. When I caught a glimpse of what was sitting in VIP, the gasp that came from my lips rattled me, and I quickly slammed the curtain shut. With a heavy breath, I pinned myself to the nearby wall and hoped like hell he didn’t see me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t believe he was here. I hoped I would never have to lay eyes on that man again—that stupid, green-skinned, gorgeous man.

“Bramwell Gronk,” I breathed, barely able to contain the sudden fear that fell over me.

“The leading commander of the orc army,” she noted with a little too much cheery swoon for my liking. “His warlord horde was the group who brought you back here… twice… no, three times… Wasn’t it? The warlords typically don’t—”

“Show up unless hunting us when we try to escape to reach the passage. Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”

Damn her for stating the obvious. The last time we met, he swore he’d kill me if he ever saw my face again. His words were I’ll take care of you. Yeah, I’m sure he would, in a dark, primal ritual where he’d rip my heart from my chest as his men bellowed war chants to the rhythm of my still beating thumper, right before he took a big bite to claim his barbarian hierarchy.

 That gnarly scar on his face from forehead to jawline is the reason I landed in an oubliette for two weeks… Or was it a month?

 

About the Author:

Best-selling, award-winning romance author Loretta Kendall is an Indiana girl at heart, splitting time between writing steamy, swoon-worthy love stories and keeping up with her comedic sidekick husband. When she’s not lost in a world of words, she’s probably in the movie theater watching the latest release or trying to keep her poor, defenseless Venus flytrap plants alive. ~ RIP Molly Sue, Poe, and the twins.

Outside of writing, Loretta has a soft spot for vintage horror monsters, pinup fashion, and multimedia art. As a former pageant queen, celebrity makeup artist, photographer, and talent agent spanning twenty-two years in fashion and entertainment, her life experience gives a unique spin on her stories and their lively characters. 

Loretta’s love for storytelling shines through in every book, blending real love with the perfect touch of comedy, glamour, and outright chaos to captivate her readers.








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Interview- Transcendence by Katrina Kimball #DarkFantasy #ParanormalThriller

What inspired you to become an author?

I’ve loved books my entire life. I was the girl that stayed up reading all night instead of sleeping. I wrote poetry as a teenager which was a perfect vessel to capture the emotions of those tumultuous years, but I didn’t think about writing a book until I was almost 40. I had a mid-life crisis of sorts, wondered what exactly I was doing with my life, and had a lightbulb moment in the shower that led to the idea for my debut horror novel, Transcendence. I’ve always been drawn to horror and the supernatural, so writing a horror novel seemed like a good idea. Once I started writing Transcendence, I became obsessed with the telling of the story. I can’t imagine writing not being a part of my life at this stage of it. I feel like I’m finally doing what I should be doing. 

Do you write in different genres?

I’m drawn to horror and envision most of my writing falling into that genre. However, I’m pretty sure there’s a romance novel somewhere inside of me that will come out one day, maybe under a pen name, maybe with horror elements to it. 

How did you come up with the title for your latest book?

I have no idea. It just came to me one day early on when I was writing Transcendence and it felt right. It’s been the title ever since. 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

There are quite a few messages buried in Transcendence. Some might be more obvious than others. The overarching theme is that love always wins. No matter how messy life can be, how hard and cruel it can feel, there’s also moments within it of breathtaking beauty. Life is about experiencing both, never giving up hope, and always, always, always, hanging on to the love. 

Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?

Alexis’s first few meditation scenes are loosely based on my personal experiences when I started meditating. When she’s visualizing her chakras, the color and the mantras, those are methods that worked for me. The very first time I meditated and saw something I knew was not the workings of my own brain, I saw the universe, spread out in all it’s glory (just like Alexis). They say, “write what you know.” In some ways, I did. Although I’m happy to say, no demonic entity followed me ‘home.’ 

If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

It was when I was reaching the end of writing Transcendence that I realized the story didn’t end there. It feels like a trilogy and probably will be. I’m currently working on Convergence, the sequel to Transcendence. It focuses on two side characters, Linda and Mrs. Bates, their messy relationship and how what transpired between them 30 years ago ties into the events at the end of Transcendence. It’s heavy on the witchcraft, dives deep into why Mrs. Bates is the way she is, involves a murderous and angry god, and continues Demetria’s story as well. I have a feeling the third story in this series focuses primarily on her, but things may change as I write the second book. 

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

It’s important to me to capture the emotional complexity of my characters. I don’t want you to just read about them, I want you to feel them. Sometimes, digging into that emotional complexity can be exhausting. In the sequel I’m working on now, not only are we dealing with present day, we also time jump to 30 years ago, so I’ve set myself a difficult task of not only capturing who Linda and Mrs. Bates are today, but also the different people they were 30 years ago. It’s a struggle but a rewarding one when I think I’ve gotten it right. 

Do you have a song or playlist (book soundtrack) that you think represents this book?

90% of Transcendence was written to the soundtrack of Tron: Legacy by Daft Punk. Highly recommend! 

What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?

Aside from being a writer, I’m also a psychic medium. Much like writing, I didn’t discover this ability until I hit my 40s. Much like my main character Alexis, I questioned the shit out of it until I couldn’t question it anymore. Writing is my passion, but there’s nothing quite like connecting with the spirit realm to help people process trauma and pass on messages from loved ones. It’s a gift I wouldn’t trade for anything. 

When you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?

I actually have a day job as an analyst. When I’m not doing that, parenting, or writing, I enjoy using my mediumship abilities to channel messages for people. I’m lucky enough to live near the ocean and find myself at the beach as often as my busy schedule allows.  

Transcendence
Katrina Kimball

Genre: Paranormal Thriller, Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Rowan Prose Publishing
Date of Publication: April 28, 2026
ISBN: 978-1-961967-80-9
ASIN: B0F711QN1B
Number of pages: 348 pages
Word Count: 85,482
Cover Artist: Rowan Prose Publishing

Book Description: 

When a demonic entity seeking revenge starts tormenting her family, a young woman must rediscover their shared past and embrace her own divine power in order to save not only those she loves, but the creature bent on her destruction.

If you asked Alexis Ferelli what her biggest challenges are in life, she’d say it’s parenting her daughter, Luna, running her masseuse practice, and deftly avoiding conversations about marriage with her partner, Jack. At least, that was the case before she attended a séance. Now, the spirits are trying to contact her and there’s a demonic entity in her daughter’s closet.

Determined to find answers, she turns to the psychic from the séance and the spirit world for help. As she dabbles in the hereafter, she not only discovers another dimension filled with angelic guides, magic, and wonder, but also learns the shocking truth of her connection to the creature tormenting her daughter.

As the dark entity grows bolder and sets its sights on Jack as well as Luna, Alexis realizes that to save them all, she has to face the creature she once betrayed to bring it out of the darkness and back into the light.

Fans of Alix Harrow’s Starling House or Neil Gaiman’s Coraline will enjoy Transcendencs by Katrina Kimball.

Amazon     Books2Read

Excerpt:

Luna woke to a tapping sound coming from her closet. She knew closets weren’t supposed to make tapping sounds. She also knew that’s where monsters hid, in the back of dark closets or under your bed. Maybe that’s where aliens hid, too—waiting to catch you in your sleep.

The silvery light spilling through her parted curtains and pooling on the floor did little to soften the shadows. Through the gloom, she could see the outline of her closet. The door was shut. She cast a wary glance at the windowsill and the visible line of salt that gleamed in the faint moonlight. The salt was undisturbed, her window still closed against the night.

Tap, tap, tap.

She ducked under the covers and scooted to the far side of the bed. Tucked into the corner with her back pressed against the wall, she peeked out from under the blanket, her eyes glued to the closet.

Tap, tap, tap. The sound came again, swiftly followed by the soft click of the closet door as it started to inch open.

As she lay there, huddled in the darkness, too scared to breathe, a tall shadow, darker than the shades of night in which it had hidden, slowly stepped forward. Its red eyes reminded her of Aunt Dani’s cawing raven, the one with eyes like fire that scared you when you walked in the door. But these eyes were worse. Bright red flames surrounded a pupil an even deeper shade of red. And they were looking straight at her.

Frozen in fear, she watched as it glided closer, its footfalls silent, its eyes terrible and bright.

“Hello, little doll,” it whispered. 

Luna couldn’t tell if the thing had a mouth, for its entire face was black except for its terrifying eyes, but she heard the words just the same. A little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to move, but it was too late, the thing was now between her and the door.

She remembered the bowl of salt on the nightstand next to her bed and finding her voice, tried to be brave.

“I am not a doll.”

“Oh, sweet child,” it sighed as it stepped into the puddle of moonlight, impossibly tall and darker than the nighttime shadows, “I shall make you my little doll. That’s all you’ll ever be.”

Its long arms ended in hooked fingers that looked as sharp as claws. Beneath eyes of flame ran a jagged slit where its mouth should be, as if someone had tried to draw a mouth, but had gotten it all wrong.

The scream that had been building for some time in the back of Luna’s throat finally worked its way free as the creature reached for her, talons grasping, eyes of flame leaping in the night.

She lunged for the salt next to her bed. Flinging the bowl itself at the creature, her eyes widened as it sailed right through it as if were truly just a shadow. Grains of salt flew through the air as the bowl shattered violently against the hardwood floor.

The creature jerked its head in the direction of her mother’s room and stared, its slash of a mouth widening into a gaping smile that made her stomach hurt. She could hear her mother’s footsteps racing down the hall.

Its head swiveled back in her direction, eyes alight with fire as its hideous smile somehow grew. Tears slipped down her cheeks.

“I’ll be seeing you little doll,” it whispered as it glided soundlessly back into her closet and snapped the door shut.

 

About the Author:

A horror enthusiast and lover of all things mysterious and unknowable, it was only a matter of time before author Katrina Kimball picked up her pen and mashed the paranormal, fantasy, and horror genres into one with her debut novel “Transcendence.” When she isn’t working on a novel or binge-watching shows about Bigfoot, ghosts, or aliens, she’s probably thinking about any one of those three things. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her two children and her adorable Boston Terrier, Beaux.