Novel Magic: Karilyn Bentley’s Demon Lore

Spooks and ghouls fall out of the woodwork in Sorchia’s Universe. This week, we even have a demon.  It’s my pleasure to welcome Karilyn Bentley with a SALE on her new book! Act now–the sale ends soon.

Demon Lore at www.sorchiadubois.com

 

Hi Sorchia! I’m excited to announce the first book, Demon Lore, in my urban fantasy series is on sale for 99 cents until Thursday, 10/26. I’m glad to be on your blog today to announce the sale! The series features Gin Crawford, an ER nurse who is also an empath, and her journey as she becomes the world’s newest demon huntress. Needless to say, she’s not too excited about her new job.

Gin has a twin brother who sees ghosts. I’m fascinated with ghost sightings. While I’ve never been ghost hunting, I have seen the ghost of my grandfather when I was twelve. For several months after he passed, he would visit me as I was going to sleep. The first night he visited, he started off sitting on the edge of the bed, but his proximity freaked me out so I made him go sit in the chair by the door. It comforted me to know he stayed until I fell asleep. Then one night he stopped coming and has never visited me again.

What about you? Have you seen a ghost? If so, tell me about it in the comments.

 

And check out the blurb and excerpt for Demon Lore:

Blurb:

Gin Crawford has enough problems dealing with her empath abilities. Finding out she’s the world’s newest demon-slayer is the last thing she needs. Unfortunately, when she slips on a mysterious bracelet she is given no other choice. On the plus side, her new gig comes with Tall, Dark and Handsome, a mage who may or may not have her best interests at heart. Thrust into a power-play between good and evil, Gin must choose a side before she becomes the next victim in the ongoing battle.

Excerpt:

     The evil man-thing stands on my porch, his lips turning in a menacing smile of death. I don’t need to touch him to know he wants me dead. Muscles freeze, trapping my breath in my lungs. Like a rabbit in view of a wolf, I’m immobilized, waiting for death’s blow. Time slows, his gaze locks on mine, trapping me in place.

 

     Move, move, move! My mind screams as the man’s fingers twitch.

 

     But the spike of adrenaline explodes into my limbs too late to stop the backhand blow slamming across my jaw.

 

     I superman it halfway across the living room. Land on the hardwood floor in a thud of pain-ridden limbs. My jaw morphs into a screaming ball of nerves. My head no sooner hits the floor than I hear the bracelet scream, a high-pitched wail quivering through my skin like vibrations from a tuning fork. The bracelet tightens around my wrist, cutting off the circulation, and then it loosens with a pop at the same time I hear the door click closed.

 

     Ohgodohgodohgod, I’m going to die. I don’t want to die. No, no, no, no, no. Pain and terror hold me crumpled on the floor as my mind crawls backward in time.

 

     But I’m no longer a child, fearful of fists and words, cowering on the ground.

 

     I’m a fighter.

 

     My head spins, but I refuse to lie on the floor waiting to be killed, so I attempt to stand. Evil Guy laughs as I ass-plant it. Laughs as a moan escapes my lips. He takes a step toward me, right arm drawn back for a hit. His fist hurls toward my face, but I manage to block it with my left arm. My right arm, the one with the bracelet, shoves forward, slamming into his chest.

 

     His black eyes widen, mouth open in surprise, his hands fluttering to his chest before dropping. I stare at my hand, stare hard, for I’m as surprised as Evil Guy. The bracelet had become a sword, a long, thin spike of metal extending from the silver links, straight into Evil Guy’s heart.

 

     A sword?

 

     Definitely a sword. The flat of the blade rests against the back of my hand, cool metal heating from the warmth of my skin. Small silver links circle around my palm, lending stability to the two-foot long sword.

 

     I’m not sure which scares me more, Evil Guy paying me a visit or the fact the bracelet performed a morphing trick.

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Who is Karilyn

Karilyn Bentley’s love of reading stories and preference of sitting in front of a computer at home instead of in a cube, drove her to pen her own works, blending fantasy and romance mixed with a touch of funny.

Her paranormal romance novella, Werewolves in London, placed in the Got Wolf contest and started her writing career as an author of sexy heroes and lush fantasy worlds.

Karilyn lives in Colorado with her own hunky hero, a crazy dog nicknamed The Kraken, a silly not-quite-a-puppy, and a handful of colorful saltwater fish.

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15 thoughts on “Novel Magic: Karilyn Bentley’s Demon Lore”

  1. I’ve never seen a ghost, but have felt the presence of my grandmother. It was comforting. Good luck with your book!

  2. Great ghost story, Karilyn! I do believe spirits are all around us, but we seldom tune into the proper frequency to see them. One year though, on the anniversary of my mother’s death, I saw a woman-sized gray shadow move down the hallway of our home, toward me. Thought it was my imagination till later when my husband admitted he, too, had seen it!

    1. Oh wow Laura! That’s creepy! I wonder if it was your mother? I believe the same thing you do about spirits. Sometimes I can feel them, but I can’t see them since my grandfather.

  3. Although I’ve never seen a ghost, my debut novel has one in it! Not a scary ghost. More of an annoying, cheating, dead-husband ghost. 🙂
    Sounds like your grandfather was making sure you were ok. Love it.
    Best of luck with your new series!

  4. Donna Simonetta

    That’s such a nice story about your grandfather’s ghost keeping watch over you. I’ve never actually seen a ghost, but have felt a sort of presence a couple of times. And I’m addicted to ALL the ghost hunting shows on television!
    Your book sounds great–best of luck with the sale!

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