The Curse Merchant Blog Tour


Hello everyone! I’ve got another fun blog tour for books for you today! 🙂 I thought the cover looked cool and the blurb sounded intriguing so you know I gotta be a part of that! 🙂 Now lemme show you what I’ve got for ya! You can click on the banner to take you to the host’s site and the cover to its goodreads page.

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Title: The Curse Merchant

Series: The Dark Choir #1

Author: J.P. Sloan

Genre: Urban Fantasy Noir

Publisher: Self-published

Format: Ebook

Words: 83,000

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Book Description:

DorianLake has spent years cornering the Baltimore hex-crafting market, using his skills at the hermetic arts to exact karmic justice for those whom the system has failed. He keeps his magic clean and free of soul-corrupting Netherwork, thus avoiding both the karmic blow-back of his practice and the notice of the Presidium, a powerful cabal of practitioners that polices the esoteric arts in America. However, when an unscrupulous Netherworker interferes with both his business and his personal life, Dorian’s disarming charisma and hermetic savvy may not be enough to keep his soul out of jeopardy.

His rival, a soul monger named Neil Osterhaus, wouldn’t be such a problem were it not for Carmen, Dorian’s captivating ex-lover. After two years’ absence Carmen arrives at Dorian’s doorstep with a problem: she sold her soul to Osterhaus, and has only two weeks to buy it back. Hoping to win back Carmen’s affections, Dorian must find a replacement soul without tainting his own. As Dorian descends into the shadows of Baltimore’s underworld, he must decide how low he is willing to stoop in order to save Carmen from eternal damnation… with the Presidium watching, waiting for him to cross the line.


Carmen Gomez stood in front of me, hands on hips caressed by an emerald evening gown. Long raven black hair spilled over her shoulders, feathered bangs framing long, elegant eyes alive with seething hostility. The corner of her mouth was twitching. I had learned long ago that was a sign she was trying to keep her head from exploding.


“Well what? Had a rough day.”


“So, in cases of acute ‘Almost Got Your Head Blown Off’, four out of five doctors recommend Shitface.” I lifted my glass to her and added, “So, cheers.”

She squinted hard at me.

“We discussed this, Dorian. You’re not supposed to be here.”

That damned stabbing headache kept me from coming up with a clever response, so I just rolled my eyes.

Carmen reached out and snatched the glass from my hand, slapping it down onto the bar with enough force to make me check my arm for shrapnel.

“I was drinking that.”

“You’re done. Goodbye, Dorian.”

“Christ, Carmen. I didn’t come here to spite you. Seriously.” I rubbed the bridge of my nose to ease the pressure and swiveled back to the bar. “Ben?”

He was towel-drying a martini glass with his back turned to me. Coward.

Carmen huffed. “You’re the last thing I need to deal with right now, Dorian. Please just honor your word for once, and go. You owe me that.”

I put tremendous effort into remembering what word I had given. Then it came to me. I felt my shoulders wilt as my ego deflated.

“I suppose I do.” I reached over for my glass, and drained the last of my scotch.

She stepped around my stool and waved at the glass. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving. Jesus.”

“You just tossed back an entire fistful of that hooch!”

“Hooch? Are you kidding me? This is Vintage Seventy-Eight–“

She shook her head with a smirk. “God, you’re such a snob about your liquor.”

“Any idea how much that ‘hooch’ costs?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. I was here when you got conned into buying it.”

“It’s my money.”


“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s your father’s money, is what I mean.”

“Well, thank you for bringing that up, because my day didn’t suck enough.”

“What, I’m supposed to feel sorry for you? Know how much my papa left me when he died? Nada. I had to work, Dorian. I worked, and I made something of myself. I didn’t pay dues to clubs I couldn’t afford. I didn’t buy expensive booze or German cars. So you had a bad day? Congratulations.”

I peered through the headache into her livid eyes.

“Your dad didn’t eat a bullet, Carmen.”

More memories flooded into my addled brain, and I willed them away, spinning off of the stool.

“Where are you going?” she snapped.

“Again, with the leaving.”

“Well, you can’t leave now. You just pounded scotch.” She sighed and shook her head. “You’ll have to wait, now.”


“Because I’m not letting you drive, that’s why.”

As I slumped back down onto the stool, I caught Ben snickering in the corner of the bar.

“Can I get some water, Ben? Apparently I can’t hold my scotch anymore.”

Carmen muttered something in Spanish under her breath as she put fingers to her temples.

“We had a problem in May with one of the members. He got in a wreck on Charles and we had issues with the Beverage Control board. Scared away a lot of the regulars.”

“Yeah, kind of noticed that.”

“I don’t need more problems. So just sit right there and don’t move. You can go when Ben says.”

One of the girls approached Carmen from behind. Carmen stepped aside to speak with her. I checked Bright and his pride of professionals. They all were eyeballing me thanks to Carmen’s usual lack of volume control.

Carmen gestured to them with authority, and the girl stepped away with verve. Carmen’s eyes followed her across the room as she joined Bright’s party. The only party, actually.

Then it occurred to me.

Why was Carmen giving the girls marching orders?

“Carmen? Where’s Mama Clo?”

She closed her eyes for one long blink, then looked down at her shoes.

“She’s sick.”

“Sick? Is it bad?”

“Yes, Dorian, it’s bad.” She inched backward and leaned against the bar. “She’s in a hospice at Johns Hopkins.”

“What is it?”

“Pancreatic cancer.”

I sucked in a long breath. “Damn.”

“She asked me to take over for a few weeks, she said, last August. By Christmas, we all figured she wasn’t coming back. When I went to visit, she asked me to take care of the girls for her.”

I took a sip of the water Ben had provided, watching the room. More memories of the glory days came spilling into my frontal lobes. There was a lot of laughter then. This whole place was lighter. Not dead and dreary.

I caught Carmen looking at me.


“What’s this about getting your head blown off?”

My Review:

What’s a little magic and mayhem without some fun! I love that Dorian’s little charms are based on karma… That is, to be exact, the karma of the person buying them for use! So let me just say, if you have some seriously bad karma coming up on you, maybe you might want to steer clear! LOL I thought that this was so fresh and surprising. No one has really written that yet. I also love Dorian’s wit and quirky attitude. 

Dorian’s on a mission to help retrieve a soul of an “old friend”- yeah I’ll say it that way LOL- and in the process, he has to watch his step, as the council is watching him. plus, the help friend mission means going up against his enemy and competition. Things get real crazy here. I feel like poor Dorian really doesn’t get enough sleep LOL I’ve seen this book compared to Harry Dresden’s series, and I do see some similarities, but I also see some uniquness, which is another reason I love it! Plus, Dorian seems a little more ornery than Mr Dresden. 🙂 I really like his character. 

There is also some excellent suspense. I gotta say, I had several questions going though my head while reading trying to figure out all the answers! The world building and research that was put into this story made it so much more real. Everything seems to flow and mesh well. I am definitely looking forward to reading book two, as this is a fantastic start to a new series. You know I normally say I don’t like big info dumps- well, this story has a ton of description, but it never felt like that because it was written excellently. It felt like you were learning the back story, and not have random info thrown at you… This is a major A+ for me! 🙂 

I really enjoyed it, and I really look forward to reading more and more! GIMME GIMME book 2, quick! HA! % DELICIOUSLY MAGICAL PAWS from me!


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About the Author:

JP Sloan Stairs 

I am a storyteller, eager to transport the reader to strange yet familiar worlds. My writing is dark, fantastical, at times stretching the limits of the human experience, and other times hinting at the monsters lurking under your bed. I write science fiction, urban fantasy, horror, and several shades in between.

I am a husband and a father, living in the “wine country” of central Maryland. I’m surrounded by grapevines and cows. During the day I commute to Baltimore, and somehow manage to escape each afternoon with only minor scrapes and bruises. I am also a homebrewer and a certified beer judge. My avocations dovetail nicely!

Links:      Website/Blog | Twitter: @J_P_Sloan | Facebook |

Well guys, thanks for stopping by! I hope you liked it! 🙂 I wish you all Happy Reading and Later gators!


Skin Deep Blog Tour w Giveaway

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Hey guys! I saw the cover with a beautiful panther on there and HAD to read it! But here’s the kicker- there’s wolves!! 🙂 So today, I’ve got a little coolness to share with you! I’m also gunna say that this one is also adult themed 🙂



Skin Deep

Feral Ink Book One
Sarah Mäkelä

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Etopia Press

ISBN: 978-1-939194-25-1


Number of pages: 112

Word Count: 24,821

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs

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Book Description:

Angelique had no idea her black panther tattoo would force her to abandon the love of her life—Connor O’Reilly—but she’s determined to keep him safe no matter how much it hurts. Her tattoo doubles as her feline familiar: loving, protective, dangerous, and with a life of its own. It’s also her deepest secret and draws enemies who desire its power for themselves.

Connor has no idea why Angelique left him, but he’s determined to win her back. As a werewolf, he has secrets of his own. Now his alpha is ready to force him to pair with an ex-girlfriend he can’t stand unless he can find Angelique and claim her as his mate. But even as their secrets threaten to keep them apart, hidden enemies seek to destroy their chance at love forever.

My Review:

Goodness, for a shorter sized novel, this book makes me happy in so many ways! I also had a whole different thought for the meaning of the title! Lets see, we’ve got a woman, who’s got a magical panther tattoo, that can literally come alive, a totally hot werewolf, and some seriously crazy bad guys. Didn’t their Mommas ever tell them that torture will give you seriously bad karma 🙂

Of course I LOVE Connor! He’s a smoking HAWT wolf, who’s made up his mind- he won’t settle for less than his mate, even if she’s human and his pack is against it. He’s willing to do anything to protect her, even from himself and his kind… Boy does he get a big surprise lol!

Angel is a very lovable character to me. She’s had the love of her life in Connor but being what she is made her run. When he shows up, she can’t help but still love him and when things are getting good, all hell- and wolves- break loose! I will definitely say she gets all my sympathy with what she had to endure!

And way to go with that extra little bad guy placed! It made for a very excellent plot twist and it also made the HEA even more happier! I believe I’ve found a new series to read! It’s a quick novel but it’s still a full story! I loved it! I can’t wait for more 🙂 and I do hope that I get to see more of Connor and Angel real soon!! 5 TORTUROUS MAGICAL PAWS from me 🙂

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About the Author:



Sarah Mäkelä lives in North Carolina with her husband and cats. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, computer and console games, and traveling all over the world. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, as well as the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapters. Find her online at


So the lovely author is offering as a Tour Wide Giveaway:

1 $10 Amazon gift card and an eBook copy of Skin Deep.

GO HERE for the rafflecopter to enter! 🙂 or you can GO HERE to the host’s site if isn’t working right!

I wish you all a good luck! And thank you for stopping by today! 🙂 Happy reading everyone and later gators!

Reckoning Blog Tour w Giveaway

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Such a haunting cover right? With crows and fog and dress and a very cool dress… So you know all that made me want to get on this blog tour. And then the blurb made me want to read it even more! 🙂 So Lemme show ya what I got! 

Reckoning copy

Dark Prophecy, Book 1

Molly M Hall

Genre: YA Paranormal

ISBN: 978-1479342112


Number of pages: 276

Word Count: 77,782

Cover Artist: Claudia McKinney -PhatPuppy Art

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Book Description:

“They say the truth can set you free. I found out it can kill you.”

Seventeen-year-old Kat Matheson has never revealed the dark secret that sets her apart from everyone else: She can see and hear the dead. Until now, she has been able to ignore the strange apparitions and whispering voices. But it may not be that simple anymore. Haunted by eerie visions and increasingly frightening nightmares, Kat begins to fear she may be the target of a dark and ominous force from beyond the grave. Complicating matters is the arrival of her new neighbor, a young man she instinctively distrusts but is inexplicably drawn to. Gorgeous and mysterious, he seems to hold a disturbing knowledge of her long-held secrets.

As she desperately tries to maintain control, events take an unexpected and violent turn. Discovering that nothing is what it seems and that her psychic abilities may involve far more than just communing with the dead, Kat may be forced to confront her worst fears and the powerful curse that controls her destiny.

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A gentle breeze moves through the trees and gooseflesh creeps up my arms. I look around cautiously, my ears straining for even the slightest sound. Nothing. No dreaded flashes of a ghostly pink dress. No brain-numbing whispering. Just an empty expanse of green, dotted with trees, the stark silhouettes of houses rising behind.

My phone buzzes again, the vibration rippling through the nerve endings in my hand like a low-voltage jolt of electricity. I feel a sudden desire to fling it as far away from me as I can.

Reluctantly, I look down and click on the message.


Turning around, I see Rick, smiling back at me, waiting patiently. A scream of anguish and frustration begins to build deep inside of me and I hear a noise to my right, like the whooshing of wings. Jerking my head to the side, my eyes widen in shock, and I duck, narrowly missing a massive black bird as it sweeps past me, angling upward. I think I hear Rick say something, but his words are drowned out by the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. I glance up, looking for the bird and see a large, dark shape sweeping past the top of the trees. I have no idea how any of it is connected – the girl, the texts, the bird – but instinctively I know they are. And it isn’t good. 

I look at Rick again, the wonder and magic of this evening still singing through my veins, and my shock turns to anger. Hot, fiery, rebellious anger. This will not happen. Not tonight.

Clenching my jaw, I glare up at the sky. LEAVE ME ALONE, I scream in my head. Whatever issues this dead girl has, it has nothing to do with me.

Rick begins walking toward me. “Everything OK, Kat?”

I swallow, gathering my emotions back into a tight bundle. “Fine.” I force a smile onto my face, jogging back to him. “Just Rachel sending me another message.”

I step into the pool of light beneath the streetlamp, anxious to leave the darkness behind. Suddenly, the light flickers, an odd sizzling sound emanating from the globes. I stop and stare, watching as several sparks shoot out the sides. The bird, the largest crow I have ever seen, swoops down from the trees, one shining, jet black eye looking directly at me. Sound disappears and time seems to fold in on itself, slowing to half-speed. The same weightless feeling I’d experienced at school creeps over me, and I tense, fighting off the panic. 

I stare at the bird, watching it descend lower and lower. It’s wings beat once, moving slowly down and back up again. Sparks continue to jet from the streetlamp, each brightly pointed flash of light spewing out in a torpid, glowing trail, before dropping slowly and silently to the ground. The bird is nearly on top of me. It sweeps past, close enough that I can feel the rush of air beneath its wings, gently lifting my hair. Then it arcs upward, higher and higher, before turning and diving back toward me again, it’s beak open in a silent cry.

I stand and stare, frozen in place, numb with shock and disbelief. My phone vibrates dully in my palm, and I slowly lower my head. As though acting strictly through muscle memory, my thumb pushes the message button. 


 I look back up at the bird. Then at the streetlamp. And suddenly, I understand. The obscure text messages melding into clear and precise meaning. But my legs won’t move.

I gasp, inhaling sharply as I struggle to break free of the torpor that has possessed me, and the world abruptly charges back into normal motion, sound and movement taking on a vivid clarity. The bird rushes toward me, it’s head cocked at an odd angle. The sparking and sizzling of the streetlamp grows louder, the globes glowing and flashing like some kind of deranged sparkler on the fourth of July. I take one slow step backward just as the globes explode with a loud bang, hundreds of tiny pieces of glass slicing through the air. I yelp and duck, lunging to the side.

My Review:

” I see dead people”….. Says this girl! 🙂 ooooh, did any of you like the movie “6th Sense” as much as I did? Well, what if it was a girl who could see dead people? I would also like to say that though it’s labeled YA paranormal… it’s got a slightly creepier feeling to it, so maybe add some noir, or dark, to it 🙂 LOL just in case you wanted to know that part! 

I think the most thing I like about Kat as a character is that she felt real. She has flaws and she makes mistakes, and is sometimes naive  but she’s a teenager! I love that about her. Her insecurities are what every teenage girl goes through. I like that she has a will for herself, and not so easily pushed into peer pressure. I also like that she has a smart mouth that is useful LOL I overall liked Kat, and I especially loved her best friend Rachel, but you all know I love those supporting character roles, and this one is excellent!! 

There are two guys, but there isn’t really a love triangle, and while I do have some commentary about both guys, I think I will maybe keep them to myself because I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone. I know I just said there wasn’t a love triangle, but I know some people won’t read a book with a love triangle in it! I will talk about the awesome suspense, and the totally excellent ending, cliff hanger and all! 🙂 Yep, we’ve gotten one with a big ole goodie! hahaha But this is a series and how else are author’s going to keep you getting their books! HA! Well done!

I will definitely be getting book 2! I am intrigued enough to guarantee it! Plus, I thought that it was an easy read because it was pretty fast paced for me! 🙂 I thought the romance part was sweet as well, which is a plus for me! So… 4.5 CREEPTASTIC HAUNTING PAWS from me! 

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Author/Character Guest Post:

Hi. I’m Kat Matheson and you has asked me to tell you about my life. This feels kind of weird, because I don’t really do that very much. The things that happen to me, and the things I see…well, most people wouldn’t believe it. But the folks at Happy Tails and Tales have promised me that anything I reveal will be treated as gospel truth. I’m not sure if I believe them. But, here goes.

The first seventeen years of my life were fairly normal, if you discount the fact that I saw ghosts. Dead people. Images from other places, other times. And that was OK; I could deal with it. Until that day in the house…but I don’t want to talk about that. It’s too hard. All you really need to know is that’s when everything changed.

 I should have been more prepared; suspected that something wasn’t right. But I’d spent so long living in denial that when things started getting weird, I just kept up kept up the same old habits: ignore it long enough and it will go away. But it didn’t. It got worse. And when my new neighbor showed up, and seemed to know a little too much about me, I just kept beating down those red warning flags that popped up. With his dark hair and blue eyes, and the way he has of never really answering a question, he’s hot and sexy and mysterious. I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn’t. It’s like I was connected to him in some way, but I just couldn’t figure it out. Of course, now I know why, but that’s another story.

 At first, I thought I was going crazy. I mean, how would you feel if you started hearing voices you’d never heard before, whispering dark messages that made no sense. Or if a giant crow appeared out of nowhere, watching you with beady black eyes. And the fog—don’t even get me started on the fog. The fog doesn’t just hide things. It brings things. Things that haunt my dreams and strike fear into my heart.

 I know what you’re probably thinking: Yeah, that is crazy. But it’s my reality.

 My summer was supposed to be spent hanging out with my best friend, making out with my boyfriend, and worrying about college essays. But it didn’t turn out that way. Now I’m battling a deadly curse, searching for answers, and learning about a world I never knew existed. A dark world with ties to the past that goes far beyond the grave.

 I can’t say much more than that. But I’ll be in touch. Thanks for reading. And believing. I can’t tell you how this ends, because it’s only just beginning.

 I have to go now. They’re looking for me.

About the Author:


Molly M Hall is the author of Reckoning, the first novel in the Dark Prophecy series. She has spent most of her life in Colorado and currently lives just outside of Denver. She pursued a degree in English Literature at Columbia College, and worked in the corporate world for several years before turning to writing full time.

When not reading or writing, she can be found shopping for awesome boots, listening to music, exercising, working on her very inadequate French, playing piano, or looking for inspiring landscapes to photograph. More at:

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This is a Tour Wide Giveaway by the author and she is offering 5 ebook copies of Reckoning. So GO HERE for the rafflecopter or HERE to the host’s site to enter!

I wish you all good luck to win a copy! 🙂 Thanks everyone for stopping by today and thank you to the author and Bewitching Book Tours!

Happy Reading everyone! Later gators!