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Tales from the Horsham Ghost Society/Haywire – Ebook Giveaway

First, congrats to Dave Avila for winning the last giveaway. I hope he enjoys it! Now onto the current contest.

The last week has been kind of a personal clustermug (and not in a good way) causing me to miss a week in the e-book giveaway. As such I need play a little catch up. So I’ve decided to give away TWO ebooks this week. And I don’t think the universe could have asked for a more diverse match up.

First up we have Tales from the Horsham Ghost Society by author Barry Skelhorn

Tales from the H.G.S, is a collection of six ghost stories, from the archives of the ‘Horsham Ghost Society’. James Clayton shares with us, some of his favourite tales that he has encountered over the years. From Haunted theatres, lost love to a truly personal haunting, this is just the beginning.

So pour yourself a drink, sink into your most comfortable chair, draw the curtains and lose yourself in the world of the H.G.S.

So if you like creepiness there you go. The other book is by long time friend of the blog, Justin Macumber. His book, Haywire, is one I’m currently reading and I HIGHLY recommend it.

A century ago, super-soldiers known as Titans drove alien invaders from the solar system and back to their home world. Now the Titans have returned, infected by a virus and compelled to destroy humanity. Will a scholar, her son, and the only Titan able to resist the infection find a way to stop them and save humanity from its own greatest weapon?

It more than lives up to that bit of cover copy.

So how do you get these? Merely leave a comment below and your name will be dropped into the virtual hat. Winner gets both!

I plan on giving away a book a week this year, but none of them will be my own. Why? Well, I believe in helping introduce people to new authors and nothing does that like FREE! The contests will be as simple as leaving a comment on the blog, or showing me that you’ve left a review on Amazon or Smashwords of books you’ve picked up in the past. I’ll try and change things up to keep them interesting, but by and large you won’t have to work hard.

If you’re an author and you’d like to pitch your hat into the ring, let me know. I’m not asking you to give me anything for free. I plan on buying your e-book from Amazon/Smashwords as a gift for the winner. So in addition to you getting your name out there, you’ll also get a sale for the contest. The most I can budget per week is $2.99, so if you have a book in the $.99-$2.99 price range let me know. I reserve the right to turn you down, but I will try and do so gently. I’d like to have a variety of genres represented.

If you have a free book and would like me to just get the word out I can do that, but you won’t be part of my contest. If your book is more expensive and you would like to donate a copy, that works too.

Shoot me an e-mail, a DM, or leave me a comment to enter your book.

Holiday Spirits

I found this little short in my files and dusted it off. I though you might enjoy it.

Joe sat in Barren Grounds, Lumiere’s premiere coffee roaster and café, and stared at the reflection in his Mocha Java. “Why do I stay here? Year in and year out I’m here, despite the fact that I resolve to leave every year about this time.” His faraway gaze switched to the fitful snow outside the cozy shop’s windows. He continued to mutter to himself, not an uncommon thing among the patrons of this odd little place. “I mean I do like my job but I could write just about anywhere.”The ghostly reflection of a young man in the window glass startled him out of his reverie.

He turned around and looked at the lanky straight-backed youth. The almost-man wore a denim jacket covered in road dust over a baggy University sweatshirt. The once blue jacket had been used as a drawing board for all manner of anti-war graffiti and anti-capitalism sloganeering, still as popular on the campuses now as it had been when Joe was his age. The hems of his baggy blue jeans scraped the ground and covered battered Chucks. A huge cobalt watch cap covered his tangled ashen locks completing the ensemble. He clutched a cup of steaming brew in his hands. “Mind if I sit with you sir?”

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