Sunday, 25 December 2016

* * * M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S * * *

I hope that Santa left you all something nice under your trees!

I want to take a few moments today just to wish everyone a fantastic day.
(I won't be here until just after the new year as I will be spending time with my family before they lose me to the Eli and the guys again in January 2017.


Saturday, 24 December 2016

On the 12th day of #Kindlemas my #BookNerds gave to meeeeee!


Ok, we have had everything but this... #VAMPIRE'S and here they are!
Melanie Nowak's addition to the festive season brings us everything, love, #horror and #suspense to vampires, humans and all things in between.

Grab your copy here from Melanie Nowak's Amazon Author page



Friday, 23 December 2016

On the 11th day of #Kindlemas my #BookNerds gave to meeee!

If your love lies with the #undead then this is the read for you!
Waterlogged is a collection of six #horror packed short stories with a #quirky twist.

You can grab your copy her on C. L. Hernandez Amazon Author page
If you have an @ and you want to get in touch with this amazing author click HERE alternatively if you don't know your Twitter from your Twatter then check this lovely lady out on Facebook as well as her beautiful Website


Thursday, 22 December 2016

On the 10th day of #Kindlemas my #Booknerds gave to meeeeee!

Mayan history and lore, #Horror, #Gore and a fantastic story!
Mayan Blue is a the amazing novel by Michelle Garza and Melissa Lason.
Check out their Amazon Author page for this amazing book!


Wednesday, 21 December 2016

On the 9th day of #Kindlemas my #Booknerd friends gave to meeeeeee!

#BYNB #Anthology #Horror

The best alternative to all this festive cheer, grab Roma Gray's fantastic collection of short stories.
You can get it here on Roma Gray's Amazon Author page
Remember, the best gift you can give an author is a sparkling review.


Tuesday, 20 December 2016

On the 8th day of #Kindlemas my #Booknerds had... nothing... so here's mine!

What can I say that I haven't in the past?

These guys (Eli, Fionn and the others) aren't just characters in my book, they take up room in my head and I love them.
The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors is the 1st book in the series, it follows the life of a unique group of men... Warrior Witches. All witches have powers, but only Warrior Witches have special powers bestowed on them by the Ancestors.

Eli and his coven work covertly to help mankind and the unseen threat to them from a race of entities called the D'thseh...

Want to know more?  Then grab the kindle version here on my K.A. Denver's Amazon Author page (yup, that's me)


(All new cover too, eek!)

Monday, 19 December 2016

On the 7th day of #Kindlemas my #BookNerds gave to meeeee!

On the 7th day we have mystery...
The author Sharon L. Higa brings us #6 a tale of a young girl who has it all only to have her world turned upside down.

I haven't read this yet but it is on my Santa list, (aka my Amazon Wish List) and I will be downloading today, at $2.85 (£2.25 in the UK) how could I not?

Grab your kindle version here on Sharon L. Higa's Amazon Author page and let me just say if I haven't swayed you then check out the reviews.  Personally?  I can't wait!


Sunday, 18 December 2016

On the 6th day of #Kindlemas my #BookNerds gave to meeeeeeeeeeee!

To date we have had witches, romance, zombies, hounds with massive penises (yep, you read that right) and clowns, now I bring you a modern version of a #horror tale I was told, nay, tortured with as a child... The Banshee!

D.J. Doyle is a master at weaving this tale of love, loss, hate, murder and revenge.
I read this and at times I found myself laughing out loud and at others shouting at the screen.  
I met great characters like Michael - the Traveler, his stories the reason for my lol's, and many others.
If you love #Celtic #Fiction and all stories #Banshee related then you will love this.

Check out D.J. Doyles Amazon Author page and grab this beauty for $2.50 (£1.97 in the UK)
Forget Scrooge and his ghosts of Christmas past, Check out The Celtic Curse: Banshee.


Saturday, 17 December 2016

On the 5th day of #Kindlemas my #BookNerd friend gave to meeeeeeeee!!!!!

So if you aren't a fan of tradition, and you hate romance and festive cheer, but you are a fan of the weird and whacky then you are gonna love this...

HungHounds is all that above and more.
This strange tale is told by the amazing Donald Armfield.

If this is your thing then grab your kindle copy here at Donald Armfield's Amazon Author page and maybe check out his other stuff while you're at it. #Kindlemas #BYNB



















Friday, 16 December 2016

On the 4th day of #Kindlemas my #BookNerd friend gave to meeeeeeeee!

Well... If witches and romance are not your cup of tea then how about a little #Horror?
No, I am not clowning around (see what I did there?).
Check out this fantastic spectacle:

You can get yourself a copy here on Toneye Eyenot's Amazon Author page and grab this on kindle for $2.89c (or £2.28p for anyone in the UK)
Could this #BYNB?

Thursday, 15 December 2016

On the 3rd day of #Kindlemas my #BookNerd gave to meeeeeeeee...

Today's #Kindlemas offer is one of ML Sparrows amazing pieces.

If you want #Romance #LoveTriangle and #Drama then you will want to get this on your kindle.
This author has a beautiful way of telling her stories, from the characters she creates to the drama they weave.
Check out M L Sparrows Amazon Author page for this novella or to check out her other well crafted pieces.

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

#Kindlemas is here!

Tis the season to be jolly... and get your reading caps on!

I missed yesterdays due to tech issues (but I will post later), but here is today's #Kindlemas.

I highly recommend this book.
Why?
Because it was a fantastic take on a familiar topic - Witches.
Kat Gracey brought a new sort of feisty to magic. 
If that isn't enough to interest you, how about the fact that this will only cost you $1.27c (and for me that would be £1 exactly!) 📗


Sunday, 25 September 2016

Blood Moon Rising 4 is coming!!!!

To all fans of Horror, Fantasy & Sci-fi genres. 

A month long Facebook event featuring 24 authors in the horror, fantasy, and sci-fi genres will be starting next weekend. 

We have authors from North America, UK, Ireland (including myself, the marvellous D. J. Doyle and S. K. Gregory), and Australia. My day is on the 29th October.

Check out the pages listed and select ‘interested’ or ‘going’ to join in the fun. There are plenty of prizes to be won throughout the month long event!!! 

We also have a FREE anthology, a compilation of scary stories from a number of authors for you to download.

Part A, Oct 1st - 15th - https://www.facebook.com/events/1739206459672134/

Part B, Oct 17th - 31st -  https://www.facebook.com/events/1833100430253272/ 

This is the continuance of part A of Blood Moon Rising 4 (#BMR4) due to FB regulations, events cannot run for more than two weeks (pesky rules). 

Please join both to keep up to date and to be in with a chance to win prizes.

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

*** PROMOTING FELLOW AUTHORS ***

To all you lovers of YA, this is your opportunity to not only get a free copy of a fantastic short, but your opportunity to help out a great author at no cost to your pocket. 
Blackrock is absolutely free to read through Inkitt. No gimmicks or spam. 

Sam needs 100 reader requests by Aug 21st. You do not have to finish the book by then, or leave a review although all reviews are welcome. Simply follow the link and request a copy. That's it. 

*BLURB*
Blackrock is no ordinary town. Built on a series of caves which contain black quartz crystal, certain residents have the ability to channel the power from the crystals and use it against others. 
Kasey Barton is new in town and doesn't believe in magic or curses, but she gets a crash course from her new friend Elliot. 
The town was cursed hundreds of years ago by Katherine Lowe, a powerful witch. The heirs from her coven still live in town but her own heir could drain the magic from the quartz and use it to level the town.
Dragged into it against her will, Kasey is targeted, leaving her family in danger. Can she figure out who the heir is before it gets her killed?

https://www.inkitt.com/stories/fantasy/76727?ref=a_43f7f10d-9dce-40a1-8b31-3d7f187e76a7&utm_campaign=dark&utm_medium=visitor&utm_source=dark&utm_term=4e869dce-6177-4f47-b32e-b61efcec2497

Friday, 12 August 2016

The "Annoying Email" Spam

So for about 4 weeks now I've been getting loads (upto 9 a day) of newsletters via email from authors. 
For the first few days I just unsubscribed and forgot about it, but as days passed and the emails continued I began to get annoyed. 
I turned to some of the authors to ask how they got my email, some were helpful others not so much. 
Regardless I continued to receive more each day from new senders. 
I decided to contact the service providers, they were helpful. They removed my email from mailing lists on their servers and it all stopped for a day or two but it started once more. 
I contacted the providers again only to be told I had been newly added by other authors so only way to stop this was to block my email address on their servers. 
After much time and digging I have found out that my email was added to this 
http://www.beccahamiltonbooks.com/urbanfantasy-paranormal-romance-the-100-giveaway-pnr-uf/ 
I'm not sure if it was by mistake (someone entered the wrong address) or if someone thought it funny to add me, but regardless it's been an absolute pain in the ass.
So if you are someone who signs up for things like this then please read the small print... One of the authors I enquired with told me that... "Part of the contest rules is that you agree to be signed up for the participating author's newsletters." Well that would be 100, so get your inbox ready! 

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

*** Read the small print ***

Well I've a story for you guys.
I started getting emails/newsletters about three weeks ago. It started with one a day and at its highest was up to nine a day.  I found out that I had been signed up for a newsletter and that my details had then been passed on to MANY other authors to the point that I've had to contact all providers (like madmimi and mailchimp) and ask for my email address to be removed from their servers, which they did. Low and behold two days later I started receiving them again, as it turns out after making contact once more with the service providers, I have been re-added to the lists by certain authors once more. I've now been told that to stop them I have to have my email blocked by the providers so that it stops once and for all.

Why am I sharing this? Simple... To make you aware. Most providers do not allow this practice, and will investigate and ban the author responsible from using their service. 


Monday, 8 August 2016

A beautiful gift




Even before embarking on my writing journey I always thought it amazing how reading brought you to many worlds and if done right, land you as the hero by immersing you into the story, in to that mind. 
It's not until I wrote The Guardians that I realised the true beauty of being able to conceive an idea, grow it in your imagination, and birth it onto paper. 
The ability to draw people into that world truly is a gift that not all are given and it's why we all have our favourite authors. 

Sunday, 31 July 2016

The End Goal



I love the creativity of putting my worlds on paper, but the part I enjoy the most...? 
When the edit is done. Why? Simple, because I know I am fast approaching that time when I get to step back and let my story breathe. How about you? 

Thursday, 28 July 2016

Never was a truer word spoken!



Read as many books as you can, live life as a Queen, a maid, a warrior, a hunter or the hunted, let your breath be caught in fear, shock, grief or pleasure... Experience it all between the covers of a book. 

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

*** AUTHOR OF THE WEEK ***

M L Sparrow is currently the author of four books: two YA Sci-fi’s, The Demon Inside and Ghetto, an Adult Fantasy called No Rest for the Wicked and she will be making her debut into the Contemporary Romance world with her NA story, Player. She will write pretty much anything that pops into her head, no matter the genre, and enjoys keeping her readers guessing as to what she will write next, though you can pretty much guarantee that there will be some degree of romance! 

To find out more check out her website – http://mlsparrow.wix.com/mlsparrow - or stalk her on Facebook @MLSPARROWAUTHOR

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

**** THIS WEEKS AUTHOR ****

***** THIS WEEKS AUTHOR *****

This weeks fantastic author is Kat Gracey, the fantastic author of Witch Moon.  Anna Fay is a half witch who is desperate to keep her place in the Blackwell coven. She agrees to seduce the youngest brother of the Alpha pack of werewolves, Charlie, in order to spy on them.
Addicted to magic, Anna does everything the coven tells her to do, but when she starts to develop feelings for Charlie things start to unravel. 

But my favourite book by Kat Gracey is Rising Storm, one of the Tempest Knox books. This highlights the infamous Knox Witches and tells of Tempest and her baptism into the world of true magic and the curse of having such a gift. 
https://m.facebook.com/TempestKnoxSeries/
I would strongly urge you to pick up a copy if you haven't already, I promise you won't be disappointed. 



Wednesday, 6 July 2016

****** AUTHOR OF THE WEEK *****

S M Spencer writes clean Australian rural romance (Copperhead Creek Romance) & YA paranormal romance (Absent Shadows Trilogy)

You can check out her Facebook profile here:

https://m.facebook.com/SMSpencer.writer/

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Pre-made Kindle/ebook covers




#coverdesign #kindlecover #indieauthor 

Being an indie author myself I know just how expensive it can be to get a kindle cover.  Well that's why I decided to try and help. In the link below (to my website) click and goto the Book Covers tab where a selection of pre-made covers are displayed. 
They are all priced the same:
£20 sterling or $25 dollars. 

www.kadenver.com

These are just some of the covers available. 




Indie author that doesn't want to pay big $$$ for your cover?



This is just one of many pre-made book covers that will be available from tomorrow on my website www.kadenver.com at the great price of £20 in the UK, $25 US dollars or €23 euros. Once sold they will be no longer available to anyone else. 
Stay tuned for some great covers tomorrow. 

Saturday, 25 June 2016

My interview on The Crypt Radio

I was so nervous doing this but Rita made it very relaxing. It was like catching up with an old friend.  I really enjoyed it. 
https://www.facebook.com/KADenver/posts/261538190868631 click the link to hear us chat about my book The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors and my thoughts on self publishing. 

My interview on The Crypt Radio

I was so nervous doing this but Rita made it very relaxing. It was like catching up with an old friend.  I really enjoyed it. 
https://www.facebook.com/KADenver/posts/261538190868631 click the link to hear us chat about my book The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors and my thoughts on self publishing. 

Thursday, 23 June 2016

Want to know how or where you can get your hands on my novel?



You can Buy it from here, Share it to various platforms or even Preview it using the tabs above.

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

**** A U T H O R O F T H E W E E K ****


This week is the turn of Samantha Gregory.

Sam has written many fantastic novels:
Before, Daemon Madness, Daemon Persuasion to name but a few and has recently just been signed by Winlock Press! Go Sam! 
Sam hails from the Emerald Isle (yes the land of storytellers and bards) and as well as writing great works of fiction she works in the media within television broadcasting. 
If you would like to take a look at Sams work then here is a link to her Amazon page http://www.amazon.co.uk/s.-k.-Gregory/e/B00B62ZMWW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1464079916&sr=1-2-ent and if you would like to see more from Sam then check out her blog here http://storyteller-skgregory.weebly.com 
Happy reading guys! 



Tuesday, 14 June 2016

*** FEATURE AUTHOR OF THE WEEK ***

A year ago Mark Woods was just a chef who wrote book reviews, but when horror author, Catt Dahman, persuaded him to write his own stories, she unwittingly created a monster. Since then his short fiction has appeared in numerous anthologies to critical acclaim, his debut novella, Time Of Tides, has proved phenomenally popular and he is one of the key authors behind the upcoming, groundbreaking novel, Feral Hearts; a unique and original take on the vampire legend like nothing you have ever seen done before! 


Monday, 13 June 2016

#DeputyDoGood at your service

#DeputyDoGood #amreading #SheSpeaksTheTruth #IRL
For your copy of The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors in paperback or kindle just use the shop button above.

Saturday, 11 June 2016

Dog Soldiers (Short Horror)

I lay on my back gasping, as I fought to catch my breath; the stench of the sand dusted ground beneath me filled my senses, a heady mix of sweat and blood so dense that I could almost taste it.  Fuck… I opened my eyes, or at least attempted to, the left one wasn’t budging, the swelling sealing it shut.  My right opened, but my vision was blurred, everything tinted red.  My guess, either my blood or the blood of the other guys, hard to tell.  
How the fuck did my life fall so deep into the shitter?   

                               ∞

I had been deployed with the guys just a few days ago, some dick had drawn the golden ticket and found himself on the shit list.  We had no idea what had put him there, it wasn’t our job to question, it was our job to follow orders.  The usual suspects, Bucky, Diggler, along with KT and me, with the addition of a FNG (Fucking New Guy) that the Serg had thrown in, who had hit the ground running.  It was his first time out of the cage with us and I gotta say the kid was savage, it was like letting a rabid dog off the leash and watching it tear through a schoolyard at recess.  Normally that shit would need to be kept tidy, but orders were it was a free-fire zone, in other words, the only ones to walk away from this would be us, so we just let the kid fly and picked up the strays.  It wasn’t a bad day’s work, we were in and out in a few hours and then sat with our asses back on seats and in the air, on our way back to base as it hit 1300 hours.  Diggler suggested we hit Gracey’s for a few drinks to wash off the dust, but only me and the FNG could make it.  Bucky and KT were out for some reason known to themselves. Their loss. 

When we got back, I grabbed a quick shower and changed. Forty minutes later I was at the bar and ordering my first drink while I waited for the others.  Gracey’s was off base and on the edge of the town, not many of the locals frequented it, as the clientele was more Hell’s Angels than quiet town’s folk and that suited me to a T. Even better was the fact that since it was so early there was only me and three others in the place.  I’d just been served, the guy behind the bar went out back mumbling something about changing a keg so there was only us customers in the room.  I’d settled in to wait for the others and was about to put the glass to my lips when I got shoved from behind, my beer splashed out and down over the front of my T-shirt.  What the fuck?  As I turned to ask what limp dick, jerk-off had just ruined my new Deadpool T, the first punch landed, connecting with my jaw causing my head to snap violently to the side.  Son of a bitch! 
Anger began to bubble, but I fought to keep my cool, slowly I turned my head to see who had thrown it.  Turns out the guys that had been sitting behind me at the table were now standing around me, two of them my height and build and the other was the size of a house, a big muscular bastard.
           “Okay, so you don’t like the shirt.” I joked as I looked up into the eyes of the man-mountain standing directly in front of me. Christ this guy was built like a tank.  Don’t get me wrong, I ain't no skinny dude that would blow away on a gust of wind.  I worked out daily and had muscle Arnie or Stallone would be proud of back in the day, but this guy made the Hulk look like he needed to beef up.  I was about to try and talk my way out of whatever it was they thought I had done on them, when the big dude lunged for me, his face twisted and gnarly, his eyes… there was something weird with his eyes. They looked dark brown, almost black, but as he moved forward, the rays of light that shone in from the skylight above showed that his eyes had taken on a fucked up, thick yellow ring round the iris.
           Aw shit, great. Dude was jacked up on some shit, that along with the meat jacket he wore meant I was about to put in a hell of a workout.   Maybe his size would slow him down. Ducking to the side, I dodged the next punch and moved just out of his way, giving myself enough time and space to quickly assess the situation.  I could try and hold him off until the guys got here, which should be soon, but the way he was acting I’d say shit was about to get real and the party would be over by then.  Naw, I never was and never would be anyone’s punching bag, so if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he would get. 
          Balling my hands into fists, I slowly moved around the table between us, but that lasted only a second. With an animalistic snarl, the big bastard gripped it and tossed it to the side like it was nothing, before charging at me again, a deep growl thundering in his chest as he steamed headfirst toward me.  Pulling my arm back and with as much force as I could muster, I let my fist fly, the sound of the impact echoed sickeningly as it collided with his jaw.  When the contact was made, his head barely moved, but fuck did the skin on my knuckles split.  One of the others with the big guy started to laugh which really pissed me off. 
          “Dude! What the fuck are you made of?”  The only thing that I ever hit that was as hard as this guy’s face was the concrete wall in my apartment the night I found out my ex was shacking up with some dick from her work.  It was that moment the barman picked to walk back in, he took a quick look at the scene before him and mumbled a low, “Jesus Christ,” before not so subtly trying to back right out again, but he was too late.  One of the other men that had been standing by the bar laughing at the prospect of me about to get my shit knocked in, saw him and after placing one hand on the counter, bounded over and cleared it in one jump, catching the poor SOB off guard.  He didn’t have time to take a breath, let alone run, the meathead grabbed him by the throat and I watched in horror as his grip tightened, fingers puncturing the bare flesh causing blood to weep out.  The asshole then turned to me while holding the barman, with a weird fucked up grin on his face, he moved like lightening, his free hand shot forward and punctured the poor guy’s abdomen. His squeals filled the room as he looked at the bastard holding him, fear, panic, and pain shrouded his features all in a matter of seconds.  He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the guy and neither could I, even though the big dude could make a go for me at any time.  With horrid fascination I watched while the bar dude wriggled as his attacker pushed further into his gut, wrist deep then elbow deep. All the while the fucked up piece of shit kept his eyes on me as if gauging my response, his laugh which started low and skittish now growing manic.  As blood coated the ground around his feet, turning the light wooden colored floor a dark red as it spread, the barman took a last agonizing breath before his heart was ripped violently from him and his body was let go and left to fall in a heap where it landed.  His attacker stood, arm coated in the guy’s blood and holding his heart, all pleased with himself. He held it out to me with a dumb smirk before that eerie fucked up laugh filled the room once more, only silenced as he savagely ripped into the still warm organ, his teeth ripping and tearing at it, his face now like the rest of him coated in the dead guy's blood, his eyes now showing the same luminous gold rings in them. 
What the actual god damn fuck was going on here?  I needed to shake the shock of it off and quick, because these bastards were fucked up in the head and I wasn’t gonna be like that sad fuck in a pool of his own blood.
          “Hey, Colossus?  Professor X called, he needs you back at the Mansion.” I just managed to get that quip out as he pulled back and let fly with another punch. Thank fuck this time I saw it coming so I was able to dodge it.  His fist impacted with the column behind me, taking a large chunk of mortar out of it, causing a small cloud of dust to rise and fall.  I was about to make my move and take a swipe at the mutant when I sensed someone behind me. I was too slow to react and some sort of sack was pulled over my head, then milliseconds later I felt an immense weight hit me square on the back knocking me against the bar beside the bloody mess that lay on the floor. I felt the weight of someone pinning me down.
          “Don’t struggle, there’s no point,” a gruff voice rasped by my ear.  Fuck that shit. I tried to force myself back, but a massive rough hand gripped the back of my neck and pinned me to the bar, while another pair of hands seized my wrists and pulled them up my back long enough for a cable tie to be slapped and secured around them, the coarse plastic biting at my skin as I fought against the tight restraint.  I needed to keep my wits about me, if I was to get out of this fucked up situation I needed to use my head. 
          “You’re gonna want to let this shit go, my buddies will be here any minute and if they walk in on this, shit will get messy.  Whatever you fucking think I did that is bugging ya, spit it out.”  I didn’t think they would go for it, but I had to give it one last try.  Whatever the deal was with these guys they weren’t gonna just drop it.  I had been on many missions and it was always covert so no one should know who I was or the shit I had done. 
          We had always been told in training that the name of the game was control, control your thoughts, your emotions and your opinions, but right now with this bag now tied around my head and the air I breathed getting warm and dense, all I could think of was fuck control.  I had given up trying to see anything through the sack and it pretty much screwed with my sense of smell too, because all I could get was the rancid scent of whatever the fuck was stored in this thing before my head.  Touch was gone with my hands secured behind me, unless you included my face squashed against the wooden bar top, all that left me was sound and in the few short minutes I had been pinned here, I had been able to work out that as well as the guy holding me in place there were on estimation two others in the room. 
          “What the fuc..?” Anything I was gonna say was cut short as I felt a searing pain in my shoulder, right between my neck and the top of my arm, I could feel my skin tear open as one of these bastards sank their teeth into the flesh.  I couldn’t help but let out a roar as I felt the teeth sink deeper into sinew and muscle. All of a sudden the pain turned into a blistering heat and the sensation of what felt like lava being poured into the wound.  It felt like it was scorching though my veins and working its way down my shoulder into my chest.  I began to break out into a cold sweat as I quickly approached my pain threshold, which had never happened before.  I’d been shot in combat, stabbed and even tortured once when I had been caught south of the border while on a job I took to get a bit of extra cash. While scouting a big drug kingpin I’d been captured, but I had never felt ungodly pain like this, ever.  I could feel my knees begin to buckle, good thing someone was holding me in place or I would definitely be on the ground and as hard as I fought to hold onto consciousness, the pain was chipping away at my efforts. Each second that passed, brought me closer to darkness until I eventually passed out, with one thought in my head… where the fuck are Diggler and FNG?
 
          I couldn’t be sure how long I was out, it could have been hours or days when I first came to, it was hard to tell.  I’d woken with a blinding headache and placing my hands on the ground as I pushed myself up to a sitting position made my head swim.  Turning to look around the place, I could see hardly a thing, my vision was blurry and all I could make out was that I was in some sort of cage, with metal bars for walls.  The coldness of the concrete floor under me had made my movements stiff.
          “Don’t stress it friend, your vision will clear in a short while, after that you will get a better view of the place.”  My head shot round, following the sound of the deep male voice. Squinting, I tried to focus, but I could only make out the outline of someone in what appeared to be another cage beside mine.
          “Where the fuck am I?”  Had we fucked up and left someone alive on our last mission and this was the result? Had my screwing around with the Serg’s wife got my ass whipped and set up here for some payback?  I knew the Serg was a sick son of a bitch, his wife had the cigarette burns all over her body to prove it, but was he that fucked off enough to pull this shit.
I mean, let’s face it he was sticking it to half the females on the base, why the fuck would he care?  Bruised ego? 
A quiet laugh filtered through to me from the other holding cage.
          “Friend, you is in hell and if this ain’t it then I sure as fuck don’t know what is.  You’re a dog solider now man.” Again he laughed, though judging by his tone when he had spoken it wasn’t through humor.  “Don’t sweat it though, they won’t touch you for another day yet, takes a while for that shit to take hold and although you are able to fight now, your strength will be up and down until it fully infiltrates your system.”
Was I hearing right, or had that punch from Colossus caused brain shake?
 “What the fuck are you talking about?  Dog soldiers?”
He scoffed at the obvious disbelief in my voice.  I shuffled across the floor and positioned myself at the back of the cage so that I could rest against the wall, its coolness refreshing against the heat of my skin.  My vision was quickly beginning to clear and I could now see what looked like a large room, the side facing me lined left to right with cages, some of them seemed occupied others empty. There was one door into the room and no windows.  Looking to my left, then my right, I confirmed a suspicion that this side of the room was pretty much the same.  Turning my head back in the direction of where the voice had come from, through the bars I could see a guy about late twenties, with dark brown hair that appeared matted and dirty.  He had the sharpest, piercing green eyes, I had ever seen.  He was watching something across the way which gave me the opportunity to look at him and get more info on who he was.  He had sharp chiseled features and although the room was dark I could still see that he was gaunt, he had dark rings under his eyes and the dude looked like shit.
“You, it’s what you are now.  Well, when they need you to be, other times you’ll be entertainment and something for them to make money on.” 
          This guy was off his meds, and I needed to get the hell away from him and this shithole.  He laughed again and I have to say I was finding that real fucking annoying, but he continued, “Let me take a stab in the dark here, you my friend are, or should I say were, in the army.  Hmmm, let’s see, they never go below Corporal and going by the ink on your shoulder I’d say Special Forces.”  He let out a long, low whistle, “Fuckers picked a good one this time, huh.”  Stupidly enough, it wasn’t until he pointed out my tattoo that I realized I was stripped to the waist and although this place looked dark and cold I couldn’t feel it, as a matter of fact it felt quite warm. 
          With my vision almost clear, I threw a quick eye over what I could of my body and as I did, the memory of being bitten came flooding back causing me to whip around and spring to my feet, as my hand reached up and over where it had been.  I was sure I’d find a lump of flesh missing and possibly blood along with god knows what else, but after gingerly feeling over the area I quickly realized there was nothing there, the bite was gone.  Running my finger over the section again, I pressed my fingers on it, then frowned, I could feel two rows of swollen flesh, like a scar of sorts where the bite would have been and it sure as fuck hadn’t been there before.
           “You didn’t answer my question, where the fuck are we?”
           “No, I didn’t, did I?  If you are looking for the bite mark, expecting blood and bits of skin and shit missing, then sorry friend you’re gonna be disappointed. The wound heals quickly or should I say you now heal quickly, in a day or so that slight scarring on your shoulder will be gone too.  This crap has its advantages, few of them true, but they’re there still.”  He turned to face me and it was then that I caught a glimpse of a yellow halo around the iris of his eye.  He was one of them! 
          I lunged forward, my arms sliding through the rails as I reached for him, my face pressed against the metal bars as I fought to reach him, “You are one of them!” 
          He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch, he just sat watching me.  “Dude, you need to chill or they will come in and taze your ass.  Yes, I’m one of them and like I said, so are you.  Now I know you’re a smart guy, they aren’t bottom feeders, these guys only go for the cream of the crop, so if you want to get through this then you need to stay smart and one way to do that is to sit back, shut the fuck up and listen.”  He jerked his head towards the wall and indicated for me to move back. 
          I did as he suggested, but not because he asked, but because I wanted to find out what was going on.  “Right talk, what exactly do you know.”
          He shrugged and made a face, “Well, first off, you are here because someone you know has sold your ass to them, you have fucked someone off enough for them to want you gone, but they only would have agreed if they thought you were worth the effort.  Next they will be looking for next of kin whether that be wife, kids, parents or siblings and as soon as they find them, they will take them out, whoever took the offer not only condemned you, but your family too.  You are their commodity now and they won’t risk someone looking for you.  They’ll make it look like you did it, disgrace your name so that not even the military will want their hands dirtied by you.” 
          I had no kin, the only person I had was my ex, and even then I didn’t have that.  I was trailed around foster home after foster home until I hit eighteen. By then, I had nowhere to go other than into the military, I had always wanted that sense of family, craved it and after signing up it was the first time I had felt it.
 “They will keep you here and use you in the pits for a while and if you survive that then you will be taken up to the next level, that’s where I hear the real fun starts.  They start fucking with your head until you are like the assholes that brought you in.  Down here in the pits you are nothing more than a dog to them, up there if you make it out of here you become one of them, a dog solider.”
 
          A few days passed, at least going by the lights on and lights off crap, and as that went on, I sat and watched everything that played out around me.  Feeding happened three times a day, which was signaled by the sound of a bell ringing, what I guessed was breakfast, lunch, and dinner, though it was hard to tell seeing as it was the same shit at each serving.  Every other day four guys would be taken from their cages, some would go peacefully without a struggle, these my talkative neighbor called sensible.  The ones that kicked up a fuss would be tasered until unconscious with what looked like cattle prods that were juiced up with major voltage.  When the door opened again, hours later, only one of the four would be returned, usually covered in blood and slashes along with what looked like bites. They would be tossed into their cage once more and left there. 
          A day later, three fresh faces were brought in and put into the cages the others once occupied.  Each day would pass just like the day before, but I was beginning to pick up on more the longer I was here.  My sight was beyond 50/50, I could see better than ever, especially in the dark and as for my hearing, fuck I could hear a flea fart from a mile away it was so sharp.  I’d just wakened when the bell went, and like clockwork in came two guys pushing a cart stacked with trays and a massive pot of what I could only assume was the usual shit.  One by one, they went around us, serving food on a tray and slipping it through a well-crafted trap in the cage door.  It may not have been a steak or good ole home cooking but it was food, barely.  I watched as the guy that had been brought in the same day as me had been bypassed.  He called out to the goons that were giving us our food, but they ignored him.  In the end, everyone in the room had been fed with the exception of four and I was one of them, as was Mr Talkative.  “Hey Asshole! You missed mine!”  I called after them, but other than a deep chuckle, they didn’t react.
          “No point, looks like we are next.”  The voice to the side of me cut in, “Haven’t you noticed the way shit happens here?”  He shook his head and smirked as if he was the holder of some great secret, “Those that don’t get fed are the ones that are taken out later to the pits.”  He moved back and away from the bars and settled on the ground, “I would advise you to rest, you are gonna need every piece of strength you have to get through this… at some point it could come down to a fight between us.  I don’t want to hurt you, but I will bud if that’s what it takes to get out of this hell hole.”
                              
                                ∞

          I was the last, they had taken the guy next to me, a while back, unlike most he went quietly no struggle, no fight just walked out beside them.  As he passed my cage, he glanced in, “Good luck, you’ll need it.”  Then he was gone. 
          The others, the ones that had been here before I had gotten the pleasure, began to mumble, “Hey you! Best you bend over and kiss your ass goodbye.”  
           My head whipped to the left and I glared down at the guy three cages away.  “What the fuck is your problem dude?”  There was always one that no matter how crappy the situation was, they still had to be a dick.
            “Just saying, looks like there is gonna be three new faces in here over the next day or two cause only one of you is coming back tonight and hate to tell ya, but it ain’t gonna be you.”
            I could feel my muscles tense up as my temper rose, the urge to rip that ignorant fuck’s throat out, was blinding.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever dickhead.”
            He threw his head back and full hearted belly laughed. “I ain’t got nothing against you bro, don’t need to be so wired.  I’ve been watching you and him, getting all chatty and shit, not once did he tell you that he’s been in the pit, hell he’s the longest here.  That means that there have been a lot of guys like you taken down by him.  He’s the best in here… you? You are just a rung on the ladder he’s gonna step on to get the fuck out of this shithole.  So, like I said, kiss that ass goodbye.”
            Jesus fucking Christ! If that wasn’t the biggest shocker, I don’t know what was, I was beginning to trust the guy and all along he was most likely noting my reactions, how I behaved and all that stuff I should have been doing.  He had given me a clue, he said that no one in here was a civilian, everyone one was military, which meant that we all had training in surveillance and I had dropped the ball on that shit.  I had no time to stew over it though, as the door opened and in came the big dude that had brought me in.
           “You,” he pointed at me as he approached, “Your turn, now you gonna behave or am I gonna get the pleasure of beating your ass all the way?”
            If what the dude in the corner said was right then I needed to keep my energy, no point wasting it on this piece of shit.  I pushed myself up off the floor and moved to the door, I could already feel the adrenaline pumping, and as much as I would love to knock this SOB on his ass, I wouldn’t. 
          “Shut the fuck up and just get me to where I need to be.”  I smirked as he bristled, gotta get your kicks when you can.

                              ∞

          I had hoped for some sort way to escape, but there were none.  When we left the large room we were all held in, we crossed the hall and walking in through another door that was guarded by two dudes like the mountain beside me.  When we went through the door it was shut behind us and the place was in darkness. It took just a second, it was like someone had flipped a switch and the room lit up, I had built in night vision.  How handy that would have been out on assignment.  I turned to make a witty remark to Colossus and found that he wasn’t there, I was alone.  Turning slowly around, my eyes narrowed as my brain went into overdrive attempting to process what was at play here, what I could do and as I turned to the left, over my shoulder up on the wall by the door there was a small red dot, a camera. “Seriously man?  Fucking Houdini now?”
          “Quit your yapping asshole, walk down to the bottom of the hall and wait, a door will open, when it does it’s party time and I get to watch as you get your throat ripped out.  Now… move!” The voice echoed down the hallway and by his tone of voice I could tell the bastard was convinced that I was about to do the ‘dead man walking’ routine.
          All this time, deep inside my rage was on a low boil, my training had slid to the wayside when I had first gotten here, I wasn’t gonna make that mistake again.  If I lost my shit here, I would waste energy and that was precious right now, no I had to keep a lid on it.  Instead of reacting I took a deep breath and took one step, then another and another until I had gone as far as I physically could.  The hallway was narrow and long, the ceiling and walls sloping into each other to give a tunnel effect.  As I approached the end, I could hear a din grow from a low hum to an audible hiss of sound. I couldn’t make out distinct words, but I could tell it was people talking, shouting, lots of them.  Taking another deep breath I swallowed thickly as I heard the clank of a lock being lifted on the door… I guess it was show time.
          The door began to lift and as it did, light cut a sharp angle into the darkness I had been standing in and crept its way up over me. As it did, the dull noises I had heard moments before became a thundering roar.  There were cheers and jeers, men and women alike were there and both as vocal as the other.  It wasn’t until the door was fully lifted that I could get a clear view at the carnage in front of me.  My years of training and military service, doing what I do, could never have prepared me for this, and I had seen some fucked up shit in my time. 
I took a few steps into the circular walled pit, my eyes devouring the sight before me, my mind processing the image it was seeing while behind me the metallic swish of the door being dropped and the thud of it hitting the ground shook me out of my head and into what was gonna go down.  They weren’t kidding when they called it a pit, it wasn’t that big, maybe twenty feet or so in diameter, rimmed with concrete walls.  I tilted my head back and let my eyes travel the height of it until above me, I could see faces. There were about thirty to forty all gawping over and the fuckers were all yelling and cheering.  I let my gaze drop and once again take in the carnage before me, body parts lay strewn around the sand and sawdust covered ground, patches of dark red soaked into it in places.  As my eyes drank it all in, I picked out the head of one of the guys that had been taken out first, at least at best guess I would say it was him, going on the carrot red hair now matted in blood and brain matter, because there was fuck all left of the guy’s face. It looked like it had been slashed repeatedly until it was just mush, but that wasn’t his only issue, he was missing an arm, a bloody stump was all that was showing and the blood. Jesus the blood around him was unreal.  Suddenly there was movement to the left of me, I turned and there was the other guy, again on his back, his face sprayed with blood, the look of sheer terror on his face which was now a mask of his last moments.  His throat was ripped out, shreds of skin and shit hung from it and there hunched over him, hands, sunken into his torn open chest cavity, ripping and tearing at what was inside until they found what they were looking for.  Turning slowly with the guy’s heart in his hand was my cage buddy, the first person I had spoken to when I got to this god forsaken shithole.
          “Sorry buddy, I had hoped that it would be a while before this would have to go down.  I kinda liked you, but…” he lifted the guy’s heart to his mouth and bit into it, as he did, blood ooze and bubbled from the torn arteries that had once pumped life into the guy now in a bloody mess on the ground, “It’s dog eat dog here, literally, and if it’s not you, it’s me and we both know that ain’t gonna happen.”
           He took one more chunk out of the thing he held, before letting it drop over his shoulder where ironically, it fell into the cavity it came from.  Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand his lips pulled into a sly grin, “You know how some tribes would eat the heart of their aggressors after they had slain them, they believed that they gained their strength?” He jerked his head to the guy behind him, “For us it’s not lore, it’s not myth. For us, it feeds the beast and gives us strength.” 
          Jeers from the crowd above broke his attention and he roared, not the sound of a man but the sound of a predator and it caused those gathered to fill the place with cheers and shouts of ‘Fucking kill him!’ and ‘Gut the bastard’.
          “You know I won’t go down easy right?” I knew that the longer we stood here talking the better he would be at working me out.  This bitch had never seen me fight, he had never seen what I was capable of, but he was going to.  To the glee of the crowd, I launched myself at him catching him off guard, guessing that given the state of the others on the ground that to do damage he had to be up close and personal. I had to be sure that after delivering each strike that I got out of swiping range.  My kick to his torso knocked him back and he stumbled a few steps almost tripping over his last victory.  His head whipped up to show the unadulterated rage embedded on his face, his brows were drawn and lips pulled back in a snarl, it was then I noticed the teeth.  They were pointed, all of them, like daggers ready for ripping at flesh and they still had the smear of blood on them from his last snack.
          He got the memo, talking was over, it was time for me to take the title from this bastard.   I kept my eyes on him as he crouched, his hands fisted and bracing his weight readying to launch himself, he didn’t hesitate, moments later he came at me.  I had never seen speed like it, but I managed to dodge him and as he passed, I instinctively clawed at him.  My fingers ripped into the skin on his back and he roared out in what I would say was a mix of pain and wounded ego.  First blood was mine.  We fought until my body ached, but I couldn’t stop, if I stopped I died and if I died I wouldn’t get out of this fucked up place and hunt the bastard that put me here.  The freaks above were screaming down at us, baying for blood. Who’s? They didn’t care, they just wanted it spilled.  I took my eyes off him for a split second to glance up and paid for it. I felt razor sharp nails slice across my face, one just missing my eye as I instinctively pulled away. That was followed quickly by a swiping blow to my gut forcing me to stumble back and out of his way.  We were both tired, but both wanting to live, that was as good as an incentive as any to carry on. 
          I was covered in slashes and knew the amount of blood loss was bad, due to the feeling of weakness that was beginning to wash over me.  One of my eyes was swollen so much that it was like looking through a slit, my body covered in blood, a union of his and mine.  Looking over at him, my mind having tuned out the crowds above after that last attack, all there was in this world was me and him.  He was panting as much as I was, I guess he underestimated his new friend and that had cost him.  I had torn a lump from his chest and had slashed where I could in the frenzied attacks. We were Even Steven’s now, it could go either way, but I needed to make the scales tip in my favor. 
When I had hit the deck the moments before, I fisted a handful of blood soaked mix and as he came charging at me once more, I waited until he was close enough and threw it, blinding him and in that moment taking my chance to end it.  His hands went to his eyes as mine shot out, my fingers puncturing his chest, fracturing bone.  I pushed further as the shock pinned him, my hand finding its prize and as I had watched the dude at the bar days ago, I found myself mirroring his actions.
          “Time to relinquish the title bro.” And with that, his beating heart in my hand I watched his face whilst I ripped it from his body.  I had never been a religious man, more a believer of luck but someone was watching over me because had I not used that moment to make my move and had he not fucked up then, I would be the one about to die, not him.  His eyes widened and I watched as with his last gasp of breath, his life slipped ungraciously away.  That was it, the last of my energy spent I sank to my knees before falling forward, the pits surroundings began to dim and darkness quickly swallowed me.  

Thursday, 9 June 2016

What's it like to self publish?

Well... I've been asked this a lot and the only words that fit are liberating, stressful and a learning curve.

There is a difference between being an indie author and being self published. 
An indie author is one that writes and with the aid of illustrators, editors (various types) and someone to format the file, they move forward and publish their work. This is great if you can (a) afford it and (b) relinquish control.
I could do neither of the above, so from the start I knew I would fall under the self published category.  Self published means you hold the controls to everything.  You design and format your book cover, you choose font and layout and format the file that is to be your books interior and you do all pertaining to your book all by yourself. 
I created the cover art myself and with the template from CreateSpace I made my cover to fit. Formatting the file was a little tricky but after a lot of blood, sweat, and tears (I'm not kidding about the tears lol) I finally mastered it. (At this stage I would like to point out that formatting and editing are two entirely seperate things.)  
Would I recommend this route to other authors?  Well, if you have time, a little tech know how and a LOT of patience then yes I would.  It is very fulfilling to know that when you receive that proof copy and hold it in your hands, you KNOW that it was you that accomplished it. 
One thing I will point out though... Know your craft. Don't think any old cover will do. Any old font, formatting will do because it won't. Covers are what catch the readers attention and if yours looks amateurish then I'm afraid they won't bother to read the blurb. Take books from your bookshelf and see how they have been layed out. Use those as templates. As for formatting, this too is particularly important, paragraphs, spacing, font and size are all key to a pleasant reading experience. Again, research what works and what doesn't. 

I really enjoyed the whole journey, from conception of the story to the birth of the book. Each hiccup along the way was a teaching aid and learning curve. 
Would I do it again for my next book? Quite simply... Yes! and being the ejit I am, I can't wait. 


Friday, 3 June 2016

Excited!!!!!!

I'd like to introduce you all to the cover of my next book... 
(I'm so excited) 

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Weekly Author Shout Out 📚

Donald Armfield is an amazing author whose work grabs you from the first chapter.  If you like Fantasy then hit up this link. 
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Donald-Armfield/e/B00P2ZJLOY/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1464079510&sr=1-2-ent
This is Donalds Amazon page where you can find all s work listed. 

Friday, 27 May 2016

Book Launch!

Official online book launch of both the kindle and paperback versions of my debut novel The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors this weekend!! Check out my Facebook page for details! 

Monday, 23 May 2016

Virtual Book Launch

So excited about this! 
I will be doing an official book launch next weekend (28th and 29th May)
Wanna come help me celebrate? 
Then follow the link :) 

Friday, 20 May 2016

My first interview... Eek!

I was so happy when the talented and masterful wordsmith S. K. Gregory asked if I would like to do an interview about my debut novel, The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors for her blog. 
It was fun to do (a tad nerve wrecking) and if you would like to see it, here's the link. 
http://storyteller-skgregory.weebly.com/blog/k-a-denver-the-guardian-forest-of-the-ancestors 

Thursday, 19 May 2016

ITS HERE!!!!!!

I am so excited to announce the arrival of my debut novel The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors... Yay!!! 
You can pick up (for now) the book in kindle using the above link, paperback will be available very soon. 

Friday, 6 May 2016

Excerpt: The Guardians, Forest of Ancestors

#Excerpt #May2016 #Fiction #amreading

"Come on Leza, don't pull that crap, we can tell there is something up."

"First of Eli Quinn you watch your mouth and your manners round me, you may be a brute of a man, but I will still whip your ass for speaking to me in such a disrespectful manner."  

(c) K A Denver
The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors (Excerpt)

Friday, 29 April 2016

Cover Reveal!

So pleased and proud to put out there to
everyone the cover for my first novel 
The Guardians: Forest of Ancestors
#Fiction #witches #bookcover

Saturday, 23 April 2016

Listen to the Captain!

Jean Luc is right, but it is so addictive.  I have now had to resort to handing my phone over to my husband with the strict instructions not to give me it back until I have finished writing for the day.

#Trekkie #TeamPicard


Friday, 22 April 2016

Punctuation saves lives!


#poorgrandma
I have to admit it wasn't until I started on this journey of writing my first novel that I realised just how much of a grammar freak I am.  I have turned into a grammar snob.


Thursday, 21 April 2016

The Grimoire Prophecies - Blood Moon Rising 2, Anthology


I am so excited to announce that the first few draft chapters of my book, The Grimoire Prophecies, has been published in the Blood Moon Rising 2 Anthology.

Go take a look:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/629334

You can download it for free and read not just my work but the work of many other fantastic writers of fiction, horror and fantasy.

The week I publish

This will be me after i publish, eager to see what people think but afraid to see what they think.  A confusing mix of emotions I know, try being in here looking out!  Witing the book is easy (well... mostly) it's after that is hard especially if like me you decided to publish. 


Afraid to look



Sunday, 10 April 2016

Be part of the BMR3 event :)

Hey! As you, my friends, know I'm writing a book. Well, in the month of May, it will be published and I will be promoting it on the BMR3 Event on FB, there will be 15 authors including myself promoting through the month and to reach out to as many people we have 
https://www.thunderclap.it/en/projects/38393
It helps raise visibility of the event which would be fantastic. 
So as my friends I'm asking if you could click the link and follow the instructions. I would really appreciate your support and I hope to see you on the Event for loads of fun and giveaways, Love ya xx

Thursday, 7 April 2016

Wanna be kept up to date?

Evening everyone :) 

I am going to be setting up a mailing list so that once a month I can email a short note on up and coming events and promotions and any New Releases.  
If this is something you would be interested in then please email  authorkadenver@gmail.com :)

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

#JoinTheEvent

#BloodMoonRising3 #BMR3
#Thunderclap #Support #Fiction #Fantasy
Hey everybody! 
Can I ask each of you (if you haven't already) to show your support of the up and coming event Blood Moon Rising 3 by following the link below to fuel our Thunderclap campaign...
https://www.thunderclap.it/en/projects/38393 it won't spam, it just helps us spread the word about this fantastic event. Thank you x You rock x

#JoinTheEvent

#BloodMoonRising3 #BMR3
#Thunderclap #Support #Fiction #Fantasy
Hey everybody! 
Can I ask each of you (if you haven't already) to show your support of the up and coming event Blood Moon Rising 3 by following the link below to fuel our Thunderclap campaign...
https://www.thunderclap.it/en/projects/38393 it won't spam, it just helps us spread the word about this fantastic event. Thank you x You rock x

Monday, 4 April 2016

May Blog Takeover... Eek!

#TheGrimoireProphecies #YAFiction #Blog #BMR3
Want to read an excerpt from another book in the works? 
Stay tuned through the month of May :-)

I will be taking part in another BlogTakeOver, an excerpt from The Grimoire Prophecies, a book about twin brothers, both with magical powers and the impact a young girl makes on their lives when they move to a new High School, highlighting each of their strengths good and bad. Are they who they claim to be? 

Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Deadlines... Who needs them?

Well as we all know I am working steadily towards my deadline and as hard as I try, with all the best intentions in the world, I feel like I am running in quicksand.  

Here are a few of the reasons why I am finding it difficult:

  • 'Mum':  this is a word that 9/10 times when it is said I smile and reply with a 'Yes Hun, what's up?'  but off course today is that 1/10, today is the day when I am feeling the pressure of the impending DEADLINE and my children forget they belong to a two parent family and can only remember to say 'Mom, can I have...' or 'Mom, I'm starving...' yes, today is the day I am changing my name to Margaretta Bobblypops Noname, yup.
  •  Juggling:  I don't know about you, I know this is something us women are supposed to be good at, and to a degree we are, but today I have discovered my limitations and that I have only been gifted with one pair of hands.  

So if like me you are experiencing the above I have a suggestion, do what I am doing right now...
  1. Insert ear plugs
  2. smile and nod, occasionally make listening sounds
  3. order takeaway and if all that fails, the last resort,
  4. find a room and lock yourself away, but not before you pin a note to the door saying,
       
               Death To All Who Dare Enter
     (unless bringing gifts to appease the monster: Chocolate & Cola - acceptable offerings)


So as I retreat into my cavern of endless magical worlds and hot Warrior Witches I ask only one thing, if you wish to contact me, please know - Cadburys is always a winner and Redbull will give me more than wings :) 

 
 

Saturday, 5 March 2016

Blog takeover!!!

Yay!!! So excited! S. k. Gregory is a fantastic author that encourages others to step into the literary world. She has a fantastic blog and runs amazing events. 

Today I'm part of one of those fantastic events.
Click here for a short glimpse into how I develop the fantasy worlds I write about.


Stay tuned here, Twitter or Facebook for more info on others I will be taking part in. 
Xx

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Excerpt - The Guardian: Forest of Ancestors - Chapter Two

The Guardian: Forest of Ancestors


:::::: E x c e r p t ::::::
::::: Chapter Two ::::::


'Earth to Eli? I swear kid you need those ears checked, I think you have had one blow too many to that noggin of yours,' Fuck! Caught red handed you twat. With an embarrassed cough I could feel a wave of heat hit my face and it wasn't caused by the fire either. I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I faked picking something of my boot.

I Choose to ignore the fact that she'd just called me out and instead slowly lifted my gaze, but as I was about to open my mouth, 'Would explain a lot,' Fionn chipped in, a big ole grin on his mug, 'I mean man, you can't tell me it don't look like he's been beaten with every branch of the ugly tree.' The others laughed and Eion slapped him on the back congratulating him on his witty take down.

My face broke into a broad grin as I flipped him off, “Bite me Barbie.”

(c) K A Denver 
 https://www.facebook.com/KADenver/
 

Sunday, 28 February 2016

Other ways to reach me

Hey, did you know that if you are on Facebook you can like my page https://www.facebook.com/KADenver/ to keep up to date with up and coming events and book releases? 

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Monday, 22 February 2016

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Blood Moon Rising 3: Facebook Event

Didn't I say I would keep you up to date with future events I will be taking part in?

Well, here's one of them:
https://www.facebook.com/events/1697553440484814/

This is an annual event run by the fantastic and amazingly talented author 
S K Gregory.  

Blood Moon Rising will be running the whole month of May and there are many great writers taking part.  

There will be things like Q&A's, giveaways and competitions that you can take part in and you will have to opportunity to read excerpts of some of their books so you can see if one of those highlighted could be you next favourite author. 

Please follow the link above and I hope to see you there :)

Thursday, 4 February 2016

My deadline

So let's see?  I gave myself a deadline yup. Ask me am I meeting it? 
Go on...
YES I AM!! 
As a matter of fact I'm way ahead of it. 
I'm so excited and can't wait to publish. I will be linking my Facebook page once I have it active and I will be running some great competitions! Wooohooo!
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Saturday, 30 January 2016

Up and Coming Events

Stay tuned for up and coming events that I will be promoting on behalf of others and that I will also be taking part in. 
If your thing is fantasy, horror and all that jazz then these will be right up your alley. 

Friday, 29 January 2016

What are YOUR thoughts... Yeah I want to know.


So... Have you read Chapter One of  The Guardian?
If not... Why not?  lol Only Joking
(psst I'm not lol)

If you have read it, I'd be interested in your thoughts of a male protagonist especially a witch one.  Yes, yes I know there have been others but he was a boy *cough* and a wizard *cough* Eli is 100% all man.

Do you think we should have more male role models not only in the Wiccan world but in other aspects of writing from female authors?

I am interested in your thoughts.
Stop by in the comments and say Hi!



Thursday, 28 January 2016

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

The date is set

I've set myself a deadline eek! 
I want to be finished, edited and published by a particular date which isn't that far away. All positive thoughts and intentions welcome... When I procrastinate a kick in the ass will be accepted too. 

All the great stories... Don't you agree?


Sunday, 24 January 2016

THE GUARDIAN, Chapter One





Chapter One




I banish thee from this earthly plain
your existence here shall not stain
I banish thee for evermore
your negativity voided as before
I banish your essence to its unearthly plain
forever gone, there to remain

   

     My voice rose as the energy began to build around the room, I chanted over and over as the darkness tugged and pulled at me ripping at my shirt.   I could feel cold sharp claws scrape the skin on my chest, blood drawn as it fought back.  Around me the room was in chaos, chairs strewn and broken, tables upturned.  I closed my eyes and focused all my energy so that I could ground myself well, I would need an anchor to enable me to harness my powers and force this entity to leave and free its hold on the family that lived here.  The air began to grow thicker as the energy built and electric blue veins of static lit the room highlighting the devastation while light and dark fought its eternal battle.  My body begin to fill, a conduit, a weapon for use in this latest skirmish, energy filled me as I lifted my arms, my palms skyward as the sound in the room became deafening.  The entity screeched and snarled as it fought for its hold within this dimension and this realm.

     My head dropped back, my face relaxed as I settled into a mantra.  I repeated over and over my banishing spell oblivious to all around me, all but the darkness that I could sense so close.  It began to weaken.  Even with eyes shut I could see a bright light which I knew right now emanated from my body, my command overpowered it, pushing it back as my light spread throughout the room.  It battled and pushed as it fought back against the light though its strength now waned in this fight.  I raised my voice higher as my confidence in a victory grew, my chant more forceful, it demanded the negative essence to leave and never return.

     I could sense it give one last push, the rancid smell of decay filled the space around me while this thing used a surge of strength to lash out in a last ditched attempt to weaken me and deter my efforts with its evil unseen claw.    A split second later there was a loud pop then everything went quiet.  The ferocious wind that seconds before howled in the room had now dulled and died, the terrible screeching and hissing of the entity disappeared along with it.  Mentally I reached out, searched the house and the property for any sign of creature just encase it lingered somewhere to lick its wounds, but there were none.  It was gone.

     I took a deep breath then slowly let it out, I had been battling this for what felt like hours though in reality was much likely far less.  My eyes stung as I slowly drew them open, it was just now with things settled that I realised I must have had them squeezed shut through some of that. Christ the room had been wrecked, looking round I could see the pictures that had once been straight now hung lopsided if at all.  The little trinkets that had adorned the mantle lay broken and ruined, the holy idols that once had centre stage now shattered but even with all that I was relieved it was just the room that was mangled.  Had this thing been able to settle, been able to lay claim not just to the home but to the people that lived within it, this would seem immaculate in comparison.  The sting on my torso brought my attention home and I straightened my shirt as best I could, a quick inspection showed slashes ripped across it and blood stains pebbled the white cotton material.  Gripping the hem, I tugged the tattered fabric up, it was then that I could see what appeared to be three deep lacerations stretch across my stomach and over my abs, bright red blood oozed from them.  What in the hell? I lifted my hand and after wrecking my brain, I focused on a spell that would hopefully cleanse and heal them.  Normally after one of these tussles I would feel a drain on my energy, the extent of that off course depended on the strength of the opponent but the drain I now began to feel superseded that.  I muttered over and over the spell I normally used, a crackle of energy pulsed and morphed as it grew in the palm of my hand, the chant sped up and I positioned my cupped palm just inches above the slashes.  The skin began to tingle that quickly died to be replaced with burning, the skin pulled together and inflamed sides knit, the lacerations slowly disappearing and redness dying before my eyes.  Within seconds, they were gone with no sign of ever having been there.

     The front door creaked open and light footsteps gingerly approached, a soft feminine gasp followed by an, “Oh Mary, sweet mother of God!” identified it to be the lady that had called me in.   She had tried to get rid of the 'thing' that had taken her home as its own by calling in the local clergy but this had only resulted in pissing it off and putting an old priest in the hospital. It had lifted him like a rag doll and tossed him across the room.  The poor man had to be dragged out, it was then the lady in question, Sarah, moved in with her sister as the shit hit the fan and it had gone berserk after that.  She scoured the web and found a few articles on exorcisms but it was when she came across one which told of a lady that lived in the south of Texas, she had been having issues with something similar though it appeared not to be as nasty.  After a day or two of contacting/harassing the publisher of the article, she had tracked the woman down she in turn then gave my name and number over and she had called me that night she spilled the story of how it began and begged me to come help her.

     “You shouldn't have any more problems, it's gone.  It's out of the house and off your property but know that if you mess with that board without knowing what you are doing then this can and will happen again.” I bent down and picked up my jacket, shaking off some of the crap that had fell on it during the banishing.  I winced a little, although the cuts were healed visibly I could feel them as if they were still there.   “I can take the board with me or you can get rid of it is your call.”  A quick glance once more around the place hiked my brow high and a low whistle escaped my lips.  It had been a hard battle fought and one I knew I would need to rest from.  I would need to build my power and strength back up as it had all but drained me dry, I hoped I had just enough to get me home because I could feel my battle now turn inwards as I fought to keep it together until I was back in my own place.

     “No… no, you take it Eli, I don't want it anywhere near me or my home again.  B… but are you definitely sure it's gone?” She entered the room apprehensively and her eyes darted around in search of signs of it lurking or hiding as if it would appear at any moment. 

     “It's gone, during the cleansing of the house I placed protection crystals over the doors and by the windows of each room, as long as they stay in those places they will protect the house and those in it from negative energy or entities.  I'll finish cleansing in here and do the same, that should be your problem solved.”  As I spoke I walked around, stepping over bits of broken crap everywhere and placed the crystals in position.  When all were laid out I finished what I had started before the presence had lashed out after being cornered in the room having had nowhere else to go.  Shit! My vision began to blur, I needed to get out, I needed to get home.  I was on reserve power now and only enough magic left to get me there.

     Board underarm and for the fourth time while I made my way to the door I turned down the payment that was offered, how I managed it I don’t know but I kept a strained smile on my lips as I bid farewell and held myself together just long enough to walk down the path and round the corner.  Out of sight of the house and others around it, I closed my eyes, my breath was coming in pants now as I felt pain sear through my body.  With all I had left I willed myself home using the last of what I had in me to accomplish it.  The wind whipped up around me in a swirling vortex kicking fallen leaves and debris everywhere then seconds later the smell of damp earth and the crisp evening air was replaced with the familiar aroma of home.  I materialised in the living room of my old 19th-century manor house but it was seconds later I collapsed on the floor my reserves totally spent, sight dimmed slowly at first as I blinked tiredly then as a wave of pain hit me and I struggled to get off the floor my head swam then all went black.

     Fuck knew how long I was out of it but what woke me was a cold wet nose pressed against mine and a soft tail gently tapped at the side of my head.  I blinked a few times before my eyes began to focus then groaned loudly as right there, in my face, was Parker my familiar.   His big blue eyes watched me with concern his head tilted when he seen me wake.  This cat was beautiful with his smoky grey fur that was quite feminine though he was larger than most I had seen before, it was one of the things I liked about him and it amped up his masculinity. He actually wasn't all that feminine unlike most witch’s cats, I used to joke with others in the coven that he was a masculine cat befitting of any strong, powerful male witch and one that others should admire and wish for but right now he was interrupting my much-needed rest and for that I could choke him. 

     “Miss me Kitty?” I teased, I knew the reaction I would get, and I couldn’t help but laugh as he hissed and spat at me, his back arched, fur stood on end, “Calm down fella I was joking!”  He stood and raised his head in his feline version of a two finger salute then turned and walked off in a huff.

     I cracked up and laughed at his abhorrent hate of being teased which turned him from caring familiar into a stroppy moody teen.  I rolled over and pushed myself up on my hands and knees, bracing myself for pain before one last push to my feet.  Nope… no twinges and not even a dull ache.  Fan-bloody-tastic. Standing upright I patted my body down from shirt pockets to jeans in search of my phone only to find it in the back pocket of my jeans.  The date and time I was amazed to find showed that I'd been on that floor two days.  Wow, that was the longest yet, but then, the more of these things I fought the stronger they seemed to be getting and the more they drained me.  It was like I was being pushed, my limits tested and this last one had been more an effort than any to date.  What the fuck was the deal with those slashes on my stomach?  My protection should have worked, that should never have happened.

     I tossed my cell onto the table and made my way into the kitchen, my stomach rumbled to remind me of its starvation this past few days.  Mondays pizza was still in the fridge and after a quick smell test it was deemed fit enough to zap in the microwave, the beer that I had taken and popped had washed it down and hell if that hadn’t felt good.  Food for the soul, I laughed to myself.  After I fed the beast, aka my stomach and the cat aka the huffy feline, I trudged upstairs to shower and freshen up.   Today was the last Wednesday of the month and that meant Coven meeting at Leza’s.
     I made my way upstairs as I finished the last slice of pizza and after a quick swig of the bottle, I set my beer on the bathroom sink top.  Stood in front of the mirror I pulled the T over my head and tossed it at the hamper in the corner behind me where it hung half in, half out.  My attention wasn’t on it, instead, it was fixed on my now healed body.  There was no sign of any cuts or scabs, sure there were a lot of bruises on my ribs and over my hip where broken pieces of furniture had been hurled at me but the lacerations I had worked on were now healed and the pain I had felt before was gone.  I lifted my gaze and caught sight of the reflection.  The man looking back at me only a few months ago would have been described as handsome and rugged his face and body chiselled and sculpted.  His jet black raven hair although wavy never looked unkempt as it settled just at shoulder length.  His skin had been swarthy and had a healthy glow, his covens ink and crest on his upper arm.  Each member branded with the symbol of the Celtic Tree of Life, which represented the Forrest of the Ancestors from where we drew our magic then embodied in that was the image of each witches familiar, mine a cat to represent Parker, the stuck up huffy bag of fur downstairs.  That was then though, right now, the man staring back at me looked tired even after the two-day siesta.  Everything about him looked lacklustre and dull from his hair to his skin.  His features hidden by the five o’clock shadow it usually supported which was a bit scragglier than normal after his sleeping beauty routine downstairs.  No point dwelling, it was what it was.  Nothing a long holiday and a bit of female company wouldn’t sort but there were two chances of that… No hope and Bob hope.  Fuck it.  I shrugged it off and grabbed a quick shower, didn’t want Leza on my back for being late and time waited for no one especially not me.
    
     It was Coven time.  I got myself sorted and went back down stairs, sticking the board alongside a few others from the houses I had cleansed previously, I had found a message on my cell.  Leza had called to remind me that we had a gathering tonight and that I wasn't to miss it.  I knew I was going to have to tell them all what I had been up to this past few weeks.  It's not that they disapproved or that I would cop shit for it, as a matter of fact our coven carried out many types of banishment of the entities like the one a few days ago for centuries now.  We each had fought our fair share of battles and even lost a few of our family to the war that raged.  The reason I wasn't looking forward to the meeting was because I knew Nora would be there, I know I should have gotten over it by now but well that was the problem with issues of the heart, unlike everything else under the sun and the moon there was no spell to magic the hurt away. 

     Nora and I had been together for over three years and I thought everything was fine, actually more than fine we had even gotten to the point that we had talked about a handfasting ceremony.  Funny how appearances can be so deceiving.  I had been away for a few days because I had been called to a home in the Carolina's, where a young couple had a nasty attachment on the property.  It had been a shitty battle well fought but in the end, it had been banished and the young couple free to continue their life.  I had returned home to find all of Nora's things gone, her closet emptied, altar cleared and all that remained was a 'Dear John' letter.  In it, she had said that she couldn't sit back at home anymore while I was gone days at a time, that she hadn't wanted to be the partner of a 'warrior witch' and that since I had taken on that role she didn't like what I had become.   That was a massive kick in the balls.  I had worked my whole life within our kind, I trained hard to do what I do.   After my father had been killed while trying to rid the earth of one particularly nasty bastard, my mother had lost her mind with the grief, no one within our coven could help her not even any of our best healers.  The need for revenge is what pushed me but Nora knew this, she knew what drove me, she knew from the beginning that I wanted no other to go through what I and my mother had.    

     Shaking the memories away I chastised myself for behaving like such a pussy, that had been a while back and she had done me a favour.  It had been exactly what I had needed to give me that final push and I had then given my all to destroying and ridding the earth of these abominations.  The more I battled and won the stronger and more powerful I knew I would eventually become. 

    It didn’t take long to get from mine to Leza’s.  Even though it was mid-evening there was hardly a soul on the streets, even cars were scarce.   Her house was on the other side of the Forrest of Ancestors about 9 miles as the crow files, roughly 14 miles, if like me you drove.  I pulled up outside and parked my 72 Chevy by the large oak to the right of her house, the place was in darkness the only light come from the torch-lit pathway that I knew led to the clearing and to where the others would be waiting.  I Locked the car up and stuffed the keys in my back pocket then followed the illuminated path through the dense woods that surrounded her farm house.  The trees were magnificent, each representing a fallen warrior, an ancestor of the coven.  I could hear the low muffled voices in the distance, it sounded like there could be a full turn out tonight.  As I approached the clearing I could make out some familiar faces, among them some of my oldest friends Eion, Fionn, Mica and Tomas.  They were oblivious to the fact that I had arrived and it gave me time to scope the place to see who was in attendance.  There were around twenty that I could count and all gathered in little clumps around the place, everyone chatted and caught up with each other. 

     I was about to make my presence known when the voice behind me spoke, “Umm so you gonna stand there all night?”  I didn't need to turn to know who it was, that soft almost musical lilt could belong to no one other than her... Nora. 

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