I’m hosting a stop on E.J. Wesley’s Winter Thrills and Chills Tour for his Moonsongs Series. This tour is running January 6-17 and consists of reviews, interviews, top tens, guest posts and of course, giveaways! Be sure to check out the tour page for the full list of stops.
~Book 1 – Blood Fugue~
Schmidt is a young woman with old heartaches. A small town Texas girl
with big city attitude, she just doesn’t fit in. Not that she has
pummeled her heart into one big, lonely callus. She has no siblings,
both parents were dead by sixteen, and her last grandparent—and
caretaker—was in the ground before she turned twenty-one. She’s the
last living member of her immediate family. Or so she thinks…
found my ‘grandfather’ sitting at his dining room table. An entire
scorched pot of coffee dangled from his shaky hand. His skin was the
ashen gray shade of thunderclouds, not the rich mocha from the photo
I’d seen. There were dark blue circles under each swollen red eye. A
halo of white hair skirted his bald head, a crown of tangles and mats.
Corpses had more life in them.”
instead of burying it with the dead, Jenny is forced to confront the
past. Armed only with an ancient family journal, her rifle, and an
Apache tomahawk, she must save her grandfather’s life and embrace her
dangerous heritage. Or be devoured by it.
After receiving an ancient tribal journal from her grandfather, Jenny is sent on a mission of discovery in an attempt to unravel clues to her family’s monster hunting past. The journey becomes more than academic when she is asked to confront a coven of dangerous witches who plan to cast an insidious spell on the plains of West Texas.
~Book 3 – Dark Prelude~
Jenny Moonsong recently inherited the title of “monster hunter” and an ancient tribal journal/how-to manual passed down by her Apache ancestors. Unfortunately, a lot of on-the-job training is required to be a monster hunter, and unlike her computer repair business, this gig could literally kill her.
Dark Prelude finds the feisty protagonist, Jenny, searching for her best friend Marshal’s missing father in the midst of a freak, West Texas winter storm. To survive the frigid night, she’ll have to deal with a hated town rival, face a monstrous creature no Moonsong hunter has ever encountered before, and undo a mysterious curse. Can she keep everyone alive? If not, who will pay the ultimate price?
~Book 4: Dragon’s Game~
Jenny Moonsong recently inherited the title of “monster hunter” and an ancient tribal journal/how-to manual passed down by her Apache ancestors. She has already faced a werewolf, witches, and a troll. But nothing could prepare her for her latest confrontation…
Dragon’s Game, Moonsongs Book 4, finds Jenny out of her rural West Texas element, searching for an evil witch in an urban Houston nightclub. After attempting to help a handsome and mysterious stranger out of a jam, she finds herself on the run from a ruthless gang who are even more dangerous than they initially appear.
Forced into a twisted game of life and death, Jenny must navigate the complexity of a budding relationship, and somehow survive a night filled with unexpected horror and paranormal mystery.
Dragon’s Game is approximately 14,000 words or 45 pages of humor, horror and paranormal mystery. It is the fourth volume of the Moonsongs Books, an ongoing series of New Adult, urban fantasy novelettes by author E.J. Wesley.
~Book 5- Vampire’s Ball~
Jenny Moonsong recently inherited the title of “monster hunter” and an ancient tribal journal/how-to manual passed down by her Apache ancestors. Being a girl of action, she has found herself particularly capable when it comes to battling the werewolves, trolls, and other supernatural denizens lurking in the Texas night. Until now.
Vampire’s Ball, Moonsongs book 5, finds Jenny and her best friend Marshal in their most harrowing adventure yet. Traveling by boat to an extravagant masquerade party located at a Galveston Island mansion, Jenny must parlay with an ancient vampire in order to secure the release of the dragon princes, Isis. The unexpected return of an old “friend” turns the evening into chaos, and leaves Jenny and company once again fighting for survival amidst a sea of supernatural foes.
Vampire’s Ball is approximately 12,500 words of humor, horror and paranormal mystery. It is the fifth volume of the Moonsongs Books, an ongoing series of New Adult, urban fantasy novelettes by author E.J. Wesley.
The Moonsongs Anthology 1 collects the first three Moonsongs books–a
series of New Adult paranormal-horror-action novelettes–in one exciting
volume. Follow Jenny and her best friend Marshal on their dangerous
quest to unlock the secrets of her past.
Moonsongs Anthology 1
collects the three previously published Moonsongs adventures: Blood
Fugue (Book 1), Witch’s Nocturne (Book 2), and Dark Prelude (Book 3).
Excerpt from DRAGON’S GAME
“Holy … crap … you’re … fast,” Ren said, letting his back come to rest on the door he’d just closed and deadbolted. He slid to the floor half-panting, half-laughing.
I collapsed down on a heavily worn leather sofa, not even caring that the sweat that had soaked every inch of my clothes was leaving a puddle on the furniture. I let my head loll almost between my knees as I tried to catch my breath. At last, I looked up and grinned.
“I ran cross country in high school, but I’ll confess: Knowing a menacing street gang and vampires might be after me improved my pace a little. Got any water?”
Ren nodded and foisted himself up from the ground. I followed his movement as he walked across the Spartan efficiency apartment. He pulled two glasses from one of the three cabinets hanging over the sink. After filling the cups from the tap, he placed them on a small, two-person table.
“Ice?” he offered
I nodded, groaning as I stood to go sit at the table—a journey of about five feet.
His arms bulged under his shirt as he opened the refrigerator across from me. It was one of those miniature apartment units that looked about half his size. Now that I thought about it, maybe it was just that we were in a much smaller space now, but he looked bigger than what I remembered him at the bar. Not taller so much, just thicker.
The ice made a plopping noise in my glass as Ren dropped in a couple of cubes from a cheap, plastic ice tray. We both downed our glasses, only stopping to gasp in more air between gulps. Ren immediately got up to refill them, but when he twisted the plastic cold water handle, it cracked in half in his hand.
“Shit,” he muttered and pitched the broken pieces onto the counter.
I laughed. “Nice place.”
He shook his head. “I haven’t been here in months. Belongs to a family friend. He owns the gas station downstairs, lets me sleep here if there’s trouble.”
“You regularly run into trouble I take it.” I stretched out my legs. The AC unit in the window next to us kicked on. I enjoyed feeling my flesh prickle underneath the frigid air.
“Some might say that. I call it job security.” He dug around in a drawer, slamming it shut in frustration after a moment of looking. “No pliers. Can I offer you hot water or a beer instead?”
“Beer. Let’s talk about that job. You a drug dealer? Pimp? Pizza delivery boy in the shittiest neighborhood ever? Don’t bullshit me, I can take it, and I’ve probably met worse.”
I watched his reaction closely, waiting for some sign of reluctance or hesitation. Anything to tell me he might be lying. He surprised me when he cracked open my can of Pabst, handed it over, and without a second’s delay said, “I’m a gun for hire. Sort of.”
I quickly took a sip to hide my surprise. Hired gun had not been on the list of possibilities. I didn’t look up at him when I asked, “Define sort of.”
He cleared his throat. “Well, judging by how you barely flinched when Edgar fell to pieces in front of you, I’m guessing you’re aware there’s some unusual things going on in the world. So
I’m going to also guess I can tell you the whole truth of what I do—what I am—without you freaking out. Would those be accurate assumptions?”
I glanced up at him. “Brother, I feel like I’ve been around this block so many times they’ve named the street after me. Let me have it.”
Ren turned his chair around and straddled it, his arms wrapped around the back. The wood creaked as he adjusted his weight. He glanced down nervously. “I sometimes misjudge my size and strength.”
I eyed the broken faucet handle. “I noticed.”
He sighed. “That’s actually part of who I am and what I do. Are you familiar with what Native Americans call skin-walkers?”
I scooted forward in my seat. “Can’t say that I am. But I do happen to have an interest in all things Native American lately.”
“You’ll like this, then,” he said, and began to peel his shirt off.
His stomach muscles danced underneath a healthy—but not gross—layer of corn-silk-soft-looking dark hair. The shirt stuck around his broad torso, forcing him to shimmy a little to work it the rest of the way off, further accentuating the masculine V-shape his upper body made. After he tossed the garment on the floor, he reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a rubber band. In one deft, well-practiced movement, he pulled his long, black bangs away from his face and pinned them back with the band. He looked up at me, giving me the best view I’d had of his youthful bearded face.
I smiled back at him. “Well, I’m not sure what that had to do with Native Americans, but I did enjoy it.”
It was his turn to blush. “Ha, ha. I meant this.” He pointed to a tattoo just below his left collarbone.
I leaned over the table for closer inspection. The ink was in the shape of a simple bear claw—a paw pad, five dotted toes, and five long claws. The claws stretched slightly with each of Ren’s breaths. He was giving off a not-unpleasant odor of sweat mingled with cedar, cloves and a few other scents those manly body washes had in them. I resisted a somewhat ridiculous and wholly uninvited, urge to feel his tattoo, and relaxed back into my seat.
“What tribe?” I asked, taking another swallow of beer to try to dowse my increasingly combustible thoughts.
I flipped my arm over to show him the long, red feather I had tattooed there. “Apache.”
~About the Author~
up in small-town Oklahoma, there were limits on the amount and types of
entertainment at my disposal. Perhaps that’s why I set my imagination free.
After collecting degrees in psychology and counseling, life brought me to
Missouri, Texas, and Northern California—where I currently read, write, and
live. I fill my spare time playing video games, watching movies, planning for
the zombie apocalypse, reading graphic novels, and playing with my dogs.
passion for New Adult literature led me to producing the weekly New Adult Lit
Chat on Twitter, and contributing to the NA Alley Blog. I’m also the author of
the Moonsongs Books, a series of New Adult, speculative-rural fantasy novelettes.
This tour was organized and put together by CBB Book Promotions.