Here’s another movie I’m looking forward to this summer!
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Demon hunter Akakiba keeps many secrets from his human companion. The fact he’s a werefox isn’t the worst one.
In feudal Japan, magic is dying. As a demon hunter, Akakiba finds this problematic. The evil he’s been trained to destroy is disappearing and, along with it, the shape-shifting abilities of the clan he left behind. With his only companion, a determined young human named Yuki, Akakiba traverses the country slaying demons and performing odd jobs.
But when an army of demon-possessed humans masses to exterminate his clan, Akakiba must put aside old feuds and protect his family–-all while hiding an important secret from Yuki. Will they find a way to defeat the demon possessed before it’s too late? With magic dwindling, will it matter either way?
Sometime later, the boy woke.
“I’m hungry,” he said shyly. “Are we there yet?”
“Do you want a rice cake, um, you?” Yuki blinked. “Uh, you never gave us your name.”
“I’m Taro, because I’m the firstborn in my family,” he explained as if they couldn’t figure out that a person named “eldest son” was likely to be the eldest son.
After discovering Taro’s name, they also discovered that once he was finished being awed into silence, it was very difficult to get him to stop talking.
“Why is your name Akakiba?” Taro asked. “Is it a warrior name?”
“No. It’s the name I was born with.”
“Why would your parents pick that name?”
“My father is named Kiba, the fang. My mother is Akahana, the red rose. They compromised with Akakiba, the red fang.”
“Oh. Do you always wear your swords?”
“Even when you sleep?”
“Even when you take a bath?”
There was an all-too-brief moment of silence before Taro asked another question. “Why is it the Fox clan and not the Dragon clan? Foxes don’t fight demons, dragons do.”
Yuki intervened, perhaps sensing Akakiba’s growing impatience. “Foxes fight demons too. Don’t you know the legend?”
“There’s no legend with fighting foxes,” Taro asserted.
“Is that so? Then I can’t tell you about it since it doesn’t exist…”
Yuki’s voice softened as he began. “A long time ago, when foxes were more than mere animals and possessed great powers, it wasn’t rare for them to take our likeness and live among us unseen. It so happened that a fox disguised as a beautiful lady fell in love with a strong and honorable samurai. They married and lived happily for a time.
“One day, a dog wandered into their garden and started chasing the fox lady. So afraid was she that she turned back into a fox and leaped to safety on top of a wall. Having witnessed the scene, the samurai begged her not to leave, swearing to love her forever even if she were a fox. She heard truth in his voice and returned to him. They had many children and lived happily for a time longer.
“In those days, demons were strong and cruel, and they despised foxes for their willingness to side with humanity against them. One such demon descended upon their home and killed the samurai before the fox lady’s eyes. In her anguish, she took up her husband’s sword and slew the monster.
“The fox lady’s sorrow was, however, too great to bear; a wasting sickness took her, and she was soon on her deathbed. Sensing her death approaching, she told her children that they were to become slayers of demons, for nothing else would allow her to rest in peace. Her children obeyed and founded the Fox clan to honor their mother. Ever since, the Fox clan’s warriors have been fighting demons wherever they can be found.”
Akakiba glanced at his friend with surprise. “I didn’t know you knew the legend.”
“I didn’t know it before. Someone in the village told the story during the festival. You should have told me. It’s interesting.”
Akakiba heard the unspoken reproach: You never tell me anything. But why should he? There was no need to speak of his clan. He himself hadn’t dealt with them in years, not since he rebelled, left the clan house, and found Yuki.
Taro spoke up. “But how did the fox lady know how to use a sword?”
Akakiba and Yuki sighed in unison. The road would be a long one.
About the Author:
Anna Frost is a Canadian girl who spends winters writing and dreaming of summer. An overdose of Japanese culture and media has led her to write fantasy inspired by Japanese mythology. In a shocking break with literary tradition, Anna does not live with cats. Instead she lives with chinchillas, which can be just as demanding and evil as cats.
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Daphne Wentworth is almost seventeen, definitely a red head, and most likely the tallest girl in her class, which is awkward to say the least when it comes to dating boys in her school. But she doesn’t have to worry about school for the next two months since she’s spending the summer at her aunt Dwill’s lighthouse in Maine.
What she does have to worry about is seeing ghosts in the lighthouse cemetery, having strange dreams, and hearing the voices of star-crossed lovers who lived two-hundred years ago. And then there’s a local boy named Zach Philbrook who works for her aunt. He’s too gorgeous for his own good. He’s also very tall, with midnight black hair, and the most beautiful indigo blue eyes Daphne has ever seen.
Zach is treated like an outcast by the local teens in town. He’s Micmac and therefore not “one of the gang”. Daphne can’t help being drawn to his strength, especially considering that he’s had to live his entire life dealing with ignorance. But the local teens aren’t the only trouble-makers in town. As Zach and Daphne get closer, the lighthouse ghost lovers begin haunting them. When Daphne and Zach try to figure out how to fight them, the spirits get bolder and more dangerous.
So how do you protect yourself from something that isn’t really there?
It wasn’t the first time a good idea had come back to bite me in the ass, but I was afraid it might be the last.
The plan had seemed harmless enough. I never intended things to get so out of hand, and I certainly hadn’t expected Zach to get involved. No, wait. If I’m going to tell this tale, write it down so it’s never forgotten, I must tell the truth—the whole truth.
I should start at the beginning . . .
I had always resisted being a redhead.
“My hair is brown,” I’d declare, “with red highlights.”
When you were one of six heads that spilled out onto the sidewalk every morning though, the sun unmercifully spotlighting the fact that you varied in shades from the red section of the crayon box, you eventually had to let that notion go. When I was twelve—we were only four heads bobbing off to Catholic school at the top of the hill by then—Mom tried to soothe me by pointing out my hair was auburn.
Auburn. I’d liked the sound of that. It wasn’t red, it was auburn.
Auburn sounded regal and refined.
So did Daphne Wentworth. That’s my name, but I can tell you truthfully I’m neither regal nor refined. I favor t-shirts and jeans and my battered sneakers. I usually have a basketball in my hands. Or a softball bat. I’m tall, always have been. Do you know what it’s like to go through school like a giraffe above the crowd? Above the boys?
But I digress.
My point is, I’m not at all what you’d expect from my name. And what happened to us last summer, what waited at the lighthouse, in that small copse of trees, well . . . you’d never expect that, either.
Not in two hundred years.
About the Author:
Jeanine Duval Spikes is a spinner of romantic tales with a touch of the supernatural. Lifelong research and experience with the paranormal infuse her stories with ethereal spirit, while her belief that love conquers all suffuses them with heart.
She is a paranormal investigator with a small local group, aspiring to help those in need by advancing this exploratory field both spiritually and scientifically. When not writing, you can find her cooking, gardening, horseback riding, or forever getting lost in secondhand shops. The mother of two grown sons, she lives in Rhode Island, the Ocean State, with her very own hero-husband Tim, and two crazy cats. She is the proud recipient of the Jo Ann Ferguson Service Award for selfless assistance and dedication to fellow writers and the craft.
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I don’t know exactly what’s wrong with me but I’m in the WORST funk ever. I’ve been struggling with this current work in progress. It’s like I’ve lost all motivation. As though the muse has deserted me. I can’t seem to get anything going and I’ve had lots of problems with the storyline. I chatted with a friend to brainstorm and that seemed to help. I finally sat down and figured out the pitch to include the protag, the conflict and the stakes. And then I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to get back to it to actually write. It’s like the Universe is conspiring against me.
I think part of my problem has been feeling like I have no direction. I’ve completed my contractual obligations with one publisher and I have a submission out with another one. I’m sort of in limbo. I really hate being in limbo. I had intended to pitch to an agent at Nationals but now that agent can’t make it which bums me out. I could submit anyway but the damn book isn’t nearly ready because I’ve been floundering around on it for the last freaking three months.
Plus I’m just generally frustrated with the whole business of writing. I know, I know, I know what you’re gonna say. Don’t give up, blah blah blah. I won’t give up on my dream BUT it’s frustrating in the meantime. It’s disheartening to get a royalty check for $2 for a book that you put your blood, sweat and tears into. I think I’ve reached a point where I’m on total burnout. So I think I need to take a step back and re-evaluate some things and figure out what my next step will be.
I love movies. I especially love summer movies because all the cool stuff comes out! This one looks awesome.
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About the Series:
THROUGH THE DOOR (Book #1)
It’s been seven years since the love of Cedar McLeod’s life left with no forwarding address. All she has left of him are heart-wrenching memories of happier times and a beautiful six-year-old daughter, Eden. Then, one day, Eden opens her bedroom door and unwittingly creates a portal that leads to anywhere she imagines.
But they’re not the only ones who know of Eden’s gift, and soon the child mysteriously vanishes.
Desperate for answers, Cedar digs into the past and finds herself thrust into a magical world of Celtic myths, fantastical creatures, and bloody rivalries. Teaming up with the unlikeliest of allies, Cedar must bridge the gap between two worlds and hold tight to the love in her heart…or lose everything to an ancient evil.
The first in the Thin Veil series, Through the Door is a pulse-pounding adventure that takes readers across the globe and deep into the hidden realms of Celtic lore.
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What would happen if beings from other worlds played a more active role in the day-to-day affairs of our planet? And what if some of them leveraged their advanced knowledge and technology to support darker agendas?
A Darker Rain is the first book in the Ryan Cole series, which chronicles the adventures of Cole and his team of investigators as they tackle unconventional security threats, including those posed by beings and technology from other worlds. Cole is committed to protecting Earth from negative alien influences and to keeping technology from other worlds from falling into the wrong hands.
In A Darker Rain, Cole and his team are on a mission to recover five alien artifacts known as guardian stones. Each stone embodies the power of an element – earth, wind, fire, water and ether. They were buried hundreds of years ago by a Mesoamerican tribe called the Rajan, because they feared humans could not be trusted with the stones’ tremendous power.
But now the artifacts have started to resurface, and Cole isn’t the only one in pursuit of them. The notorious gunrunner Antoine Drake is also hot on their trail, and he will stop at nothing to claim them as his own.
Cole’s search for the guardian stones leads him to assist a group of ranchers who are being threatened by a mysterious red-eyed leopard that has made the woods of Hawkley Ridge its hunting ground. The leopard exerts strange powers over the humans it encounters, so Cole quickly realizes there are alien influences at play.
To protect the ranchers, he must uncover not only the nature of the leopard’s power, but also its connection to the most powerful of the guardian stones, which is said to lie buried somewhere in those same woods.
To succeed in his mission Cole must contend with both human adversaries and their alien cohorts. And taking on beings from other worlds isn’t easy. They have superior technology and weapons that humans cannot operate. And some have the ability to take on a human form, making it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.
Cole is up to the challenge, aided by his capable team as well as his military contacts. But even his military experience in recovering and deciphering alien technology hasn’t fully prepared Cole for the startling discoveries he’ll make in the woods of Hawkley Ridge.
A Darker Rain is the first book in the Ryan Cole adventure series. The next book in the series is scheduled for release in late 2014.
This show is one of the best on TV and this scene CRACKS me up!
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Ginny Bloom Hunnicutt is crawling back home to Cottonwood Cove Alabama– her promising CNN news-reporting career in shambles when an on-air flub cost her the job and cost CNN a lawsuit. Putting ego aside, she takes a position at the Chatterbox – the local weekly newspaper run by her mother, the town gossip. What’s a southern belle to do in a crisis but run home to her mama?
But when a mysterious hot high school football coach rolls into town, Ginny’s luck begins to change. Seems he has more secrets than a shady politician and Ginny’s determined to dig up the truth, and write the story that will get her career back on track. Everyone knows in a small, southern town, nothing stays private.
But the more she delves into his past, the more she begins to fall for the former college football star.
The coach’s star player has some secrets of his own and when Ginny uncovers it all, she must decide if she should reveal everything or follow her heart and protect the people she has grown to care for.
Author Beth Albright weaves a saucy southern tale filled with intrigue, romance and laugh out-loud comedy. From the bright lights of Friday night football to the darkened bedroom of unexpected lovers, it’s a richly layered story with more twists and turns—and mud, than an Alabama back road.
Now enjoy an excerpt:
“I’ll have another,” I said as I ordered my second dirty martini. The Sand Box was a dingy little bar near the pier in Cottonwood Cove, Alabama.
Covered in fishing ropes and other remnants of the life on the lake, the place was a dive for the small-towns folk who lived here, and for the kids who were lake rats during the summer. But summer had ended weeks ago, the kids back at school, and we were well into September now. Late that night, the place was nearly empty.
I sat there nursing my drink, drowning myself in what I had come to believe was the most embarrassing moment of my career. The dim lights swung in old metal fixtures from the ceiling of the Sand Box. A jukebox playing Hank Williams Jr. stood missing some of its colored lights in the corner. A few old wooden tables were scattered around with a couple of red vinyl booths shoved in the corner near the pool table and dartboard.
I had come home, tail tucked neatly between my legs, to lick my wounds. My name is Virginia Bruce Hunnicutt. I go by Ginny. My sisters and I all have my mom’s maiden name as our middle name. I kept it as my last name for my TV job. Ginny Bruce, reporting. I was a reporter for CNN in Atlanta. Was being the key word here. I had been fired two weeks prior because one of my sources was a fake. I swear I checked the credentials but the story turned out to be full of inaccuracies and CNN is now in a lawsuit. I may never work in the media again. And CNN was my dream job.
My name is now as muddy as the Alabama red dirt, which is exactly where I ran home to: Cottonwood Cove, Alabama. It’s the safest place to be. And even though I had become quite the big city girl, the one I had always dreamed of being, somehow, the safety of being home in Cottonwood Cove had its perks. Like being in this dive bar in the middle of the week late at night, with only one other soul in here besides me. Oh, God—and he was making his way over to me just as I was finishing my second round.
“What’s your poison?” he asked in his deep sexy baritone. He was beautiful. Rugged and sculpted with dark wavy hair and gorgeous lips; he was about six foot three and deliciously well built. His dark blue eyes undressed me as he moved closer to me—or maybe that was just me thinking I’d be more comfortable with my clothes off with this gorgeous man. He was dressed in a navy Polo button-down and perfect fitting blue jeans. His large muscular thighs and broad defined shoulders were evident even under his clothes. One dimple accentuated the right side his cute, boyish face. He smiled at me like he was fixin’ to eat me up, and oh, I was feeling like dessert as he slid in next to me at the bar. He looked like an athlete. Or a god. Come to think of it, in Alabama, those are one in the same. Regardless, he was heaven to look at, or maybe I was seeing him through double martini glasses. Probably the latter since I only weighed about 125 pounds and I knew better than to have more than two drinks. Ever.
“I’m having dirty martinis,” I answered. “You?”
“I’ll have the same,” he said to the bartender.
About the Author:
Beth Albright is the author of the award-winning, best-selling series The Sassy Belles. After knowing Beth for just a few short seconds you are sure to learn she is from Alabama. No, its not the lilt of magnolia you can still catch in her voice, or even the way she lovingly describes her undying love for her famous alma mater’s football champions. She will tell you she loves Tuscaloosa, even after living quite literally all over the country. Though Beth has had a remarkable career, from New York City to Hollywood, and all points in between, she has never forgotten where she came from…and what she loves. That’s why when it came time to write, Beth had no choice but to write about Tuscaloosa and The University of Alabama, and all the quirky people she still calls family, though some do not actually share her bloodline!
Beth Albright has always been a storyteller. After spending nearly 15 years in talk radio, as a talk show host, playing the part of a principal character on the soap opera, DAYS OF OUR LIVES, owning her own acting school and children’s theater, and raising a son who was a nationally ranked figure skater, Beth has decided to return to her roots; storytelling. When she was in the sixth grade, her teacher gave her the floor every Friday to tell her stories. See, Beth was a talker, a future talk show host in the making, and she was telling stories so much that her teacher couldn’t teach. The teacher told 12 year old Beth if she would begin writing her stories down, she would be allowed time to share those stories with the class.
And she’s been writing, AND talking ever since. Beth has interviewed Bob Hope, Oprah Winfrey, Betty White, Wolfgang Puck and George Burns live from the Chinese Theatre, as well as numerous other celebrities, and authors. Then Beth became a principal character on Days of Our Lives. But through all of the excitement of talk shows and soap operas, Beth loved telling stories to her audience the most. With a degree in Journalism from her beloved University of Alabama, She always remains true to her roots, born and raised in Tuscaloosa, “My grandfather was the play by play announcer for the Crimson Tide in the 50s!” Beth will proudly tell you. She is a down homespun girl, although she currently lives in San Francisco with her TV producer husband and her brilliant son. But her heart is always in Alabama.
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