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Our live interview with the master of horror, Tom Monteleone! Just click the link to listen: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/authorsontheairradio2/2017/06/08/tom-monteleone-joins-thorne-cross-haunted-nights-live
 
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At Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE! horror authors Tamara Thorne and Alistair Cross talk all things horror with the biggest names in the business. From fiction writers and paranormal investigators to haunted spots and true ghost stories supplied by listeners, Haunted Nights LIVE! features fact, fiction, and that indiscernible gray area in between … so polish your fangs, sharpen your claws, and come take a bite out of the dark side at Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE!
 
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On June 29th at 7 pm EST, Tamara Thorne and I will be live on Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE!, talking about The Witches of Ravencrest, the soon-to-be-released second novel in the Ravencrest Saga. We’ll be answering questions about writing, Ravencrest, and all things Thorne & Cross.
 
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“Framed in the window, illuminated by the ghoulish cold glow of a blue Tiffany lamp, Tabitha Cooper stood, both hands on the glass. Her eyes, like ghosts inside her sockets, were trained on Jason, and that blind stare penetrated him, reaching inside him and taking hold of his marrow like cold skeletal hands. On a wall behind her, a painting of Jesus loomed, arms outstretched, head tipped tenderly to one side as the old woman’s fingers scribbled invisible things on the glass. Her mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, confessing silent things. Jason stared, locked in place by terror.”

Sleep, Savannah, Sleep, the latest novel from Alistair Cross, explores the darker side of life – and death – in a small California town where murder is afoot … and everyone has a motive. Slated for an early October release, Sleep, Savannah, Sleep will arrive just in time for Halloween.

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To celebrate the release of The Romerus Conjury, the 4th installment of The Witches of Ravencrestwe’ve put it’s predecessor, The Ghosts of Ravencrest, on sale for just .99. You can get both The Romerus Conjury and the full-length novel of The Ghosts of Ravencrestat Amazon.

In The Romerus Conjury, the hammer has come down at Ravencrest Manor. Evil has spread its wings, casting its black shadow on the town of Devilswood below, infecting the unknowing locals with a viscous corruption that will turn the entire community into a writhing, not-quite-living hell. At the manor itself, governess Belinda Moorland is stalked by former housemistress, Rebecca Dane … who was brutally murdered and decapitated over two centuries ago. And Belinda’s not the only one the phantom woman has set her dead, staring eyes on …

Here’s an excerpt from The Romerus Conjury, available now at Amazon:

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Kiss of the Dead

Eric Manning slept fitfully, locked in a nightmare.

He walked down one of Ravencrest’s endless corridors in search of something – or someone – and although he wasn’t sure what he was looking for, he knew it was imperative that he find it. Passing the closed doors looming along the hall, he noticed that the wall sconces flickered, many of them dying, as he passed them. He became aware of something in his hand. He didn’t know what it was and didn’t want to look, fearful of what he might find.

He turned down another corridor. This one went on as far as the eye could see. This is the right one. As he went deeper, he grew very hot and began sweating. The hall went on and on and soon, there were no doors – just an endless expanse that would lead him to … to what? He didn’t know, but he had to get there.

The thing in his hand became heavy and he felt the pull of it in his shoulder. Ignoring the pain, he walked on, his heart pounding harder, the feeling of being very alone and very lost closing in upon him.

“Eric …” The woman’s voice came from behind. He didn’t look back, he had to keep moving. His bare feet slapped the hard floor as he broke into a jog.

“Eric … Wait …”

No, he thought. Keep going. Keep going. Sweat ran in rivulets down the sides of his face, down his bare chest and abdomen.

“Eric …”

He ignored the voice. I have to get away. I have to get out! Turning a corner, he slammed into a brick wall. “No!” His scream echoed endlessly. “No, no, no!” He raised his fists to beat on the wall and that’s when he saw what he held in his hand.

It was a head. A woman’s head. Rebecca Dane’s mouth smiled up at him.

He tried to fling it away, but her hair had wrapped itself around his hand, through his fingers, over his wrist, tethering itself to him.

“Eric …”

He spun and saw the woman who called his name.

Rebecca Dane’s headless body approached, arms out, blood pumping like a fountain from her neck stump, staining her white dress. But the voice wasn’t coming from the body – it couldn’t be. It was coming from the head in his hand.

The body, bright and clear in the darkness, glided toward him, its feet an inch above the floor.

He was trapped. There was nowhere to go. He tried to scream, but his voice had gone missing. He felt her cold fingers on his bare arm. Her other hand unraveled the thick blond hair from around his wrist.

Eric watched, frozen in horror, as Rebecca Dane fitted her head back onto her body. The fountain of blood ceased to flow, and slowly, her face began to change. The cheeks turned pink. The bloodless lips went crimson. The dark glazed eyes blinked.

And suddenly, he was staring into the face of Belinda Moorland. Rebecca Dane was gone.

Belinda undid the ties at the neck of her dressing gown. The garment fell open and Eric stared at her bare breasts – petite, upturned, and tipped in rose-petal pink.  

“Eric.” She placed one hand at the back of his neck while the other played feathery designs down his bare arm. “Eric,” she whispered. “I want you.”

She pulled his face to hers, her lips touching his.

The kiss was gentle at first, chaste, and Eric relished the softness of her lips. Then came the warmth of her tongue. He’d wanted this for so long. He let his hands roam her body, memorizing her contours. Then the kiss deepened, becoming rough, passionate … savage.

Under Eric’s probing hands, her skin felt sleek, velvet-smooth, tight. Rigid with need, he pressed himself against her body. Her warm tongue tasted of sweet things – honey and ecstasy – as it explored his mouth, dancing, teasing his teeth with little stabs. He inhaled her breath, her scent, taking all of her into him, wanting more. And wanting to be inside her. He cupped her breast, squeezed it, and pressed his erection hard against her.

Slowly, the sensations began to change. Her tongue went leathery, dry, and its sweet taste turned bitter, redolent of blood and things long dead.

She moaned and the scent of death filled his mouth, his lungs. Under his touch, her skin went cold and rubbery.

He panicked, broke the kiss, and shoved her away.

Her head toppled from her body. Both dropped at his feet.

“No!” He looked down, stepping away from the cold, black pooling blood. The decapitated head was no longer Belinda’s; it belonged to Rebecca Dane. The eyes went wide with horror. Threads of wet gore hung from her neck. The blue lips pulled back into a scream – a shriek so high, so piercing, so filled with terror and madness, that it rang out like a siren.

Eric Manning jerked awake, sweat-soaked sheets twisted around his body, a scream lodged in the back of his throat. His breath came hard and rasping, and it took him several moments to realize he’d been dreaming. He turned on the light and rubbed his eyes.

The nightmare of Rebecca Dane hadn’t plagued him since he was sixteen, four years after the night he wandered into her art studio in the east wing and saw her ghost. He rose and went to his shower, taking it cold, trying to erase the nightmare. Why is it back now? And why was Belinda there?

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Welcome to Crimson Cove

Sheltered by ancient redwoods overlooking the California coast, the cozy village of Crimson Cove has it all: sophisticated retreats, fine dining, and a notorious nightclub, The Crimson Corset. It seems like a perfect place to relax and get close to nature. But not everything in Crimson Cove is natural.

When Cade Colter moves to town, he expects it to be peaceful to the point of boredom. But he quickly learns that after the sun sets and the fog rolls in, the little tourist town takes on a whole new kind of life – and death.

Darkness at the Edge of Town

Renowned for its wild parties and history of debauchery, The Crimson Corset looms on the edge of town, inviting patrons to sate their most depraved desires and slake their darkest thirsts. Proprietor Gretchen VanTreese has waited centuries to annihilate the Old World vampires on the other side of town and create a new race – a race that she alone will rule. When she realizes Cade Colter has the key that will unlock her plan, she begins laying an elaborate trap that will put everyone around him in mortal danger.

Blood Wars

The streets are running red with blood, and as violence and murder ravage the night, Cade must face the darkest forces inside himself, and perhaps even abandon his own humanity, in order to protect what he loves.

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Today only, the complete novel, The Ghosts of Ravencrest, is just 99 cents on Amazon.  This novel is the first in our series, The Ravencrest Saga. The sale celebrates the first two episodes of the next novel in the series, The Witches of Ravencrest which, like The Ghosts of Ravencrest, is being released first as a serial novel. WoR #1: Grave Expectations and WoR #2: Dead of the Night are now both available.

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When Tamara and Alistair began The Ghosts of Ravencrest, they were thinking of going heavy on paranormal erotica. By the third installment, they were too in love with the story – and it was growing by leaps and bounds – to try to push the erotic aspects so they went back and toned them down slightly when they released the full novel. (But when you read the chapter called Awakening, you’ll see that it’s still a sizzler. Seriously, they’ve had several letters from readers saying it cured their non-orgasmic woes.)

As The Ghosts of Ravencrest progressed, their mutual love of the Gothic came to the fore. By the fourth installment they had travelled back in history to meet several of the ancestors who haunt Ravencrest during the present day.

 

The Ravencrest Saga is the tale of Belinda Moorland, a young woman who takes a position as governess to handsome millionaire Eric Manning’s two children. Within the halls of Ravencrest – the mansion was brought over stone by stone from England to the California coast in the early nineteenth century – Belinda encounters much more than ghosts, from the seemingly evil Mrs. Heller to the mysterious and knowing head butler, Grant Phister. But it is Eric Manning himself who captivates Belinda.

Secrets lurk within Ravencrest’s historic halls; secrets that have been buried for years but are coming to life around Belinda. The nightly erotic visits from Thomas Manning – he’s been dead for centuries – terrify and excite Belinda. When Mrs. Heller sends the governess into the old east wing for school supplies, Belinda encounters the most horrifying entities she’s ever seen … and she will have to face them again in order to save a tiny spirit in a red dress who has been searching for her parents for centuries.

As time goes on, Grant reveals a few of his secrets to Belinda and she and Eric Manning begin taking morning swims in the ornate indoor pool together … until something unspeakable happens…  Belinda learns more of the secrets of Ravencrest, about the hidden abilities within herself, and falls hard for Eric Manning. But is love enough to conquer the ghosts and other creatures that walk the corridors of Ravencrest? It’s time to find out!

And don’t forget to pick up a copy of the new Thorne & Cross thriller, MOTHER

 

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