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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

"Ghost Slayer" by Majanka Verstraete

Ghost Slayer
(Ghost Slayer Book 1)
by Majanka Verstraete

Ghost Slayer (Ghost Slayer Book 1) by Majanka Verstraete

Ghost Slayer by Majanka Verstraete is due for release in April 2018 but is currently available for pre-order. This book tour is brought to you by Bewitching Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

For more books by this author, please check out my blog post on The Soul Thief and my blog post on the Weirdville series.

Twenty-one-year-old Kaelyn has spent half her life hunting ghosts and killing them. But she’s not like the other ghost hunters who have to rely on spells and curses to banish ghosts back to where they came from, hoping that they don’t come back. When Kaelyn kills a ghost, they stay dead.
But in Mortimer Hall, a behemoth of a house, Kaelyn is about to face the most powerful and life-threatening ghost she ever met, and what she doesn’t know is that the ghost has been waiting just for her ...

Chapter 1
The toddler's wicked laugh echoed throughout the basement, bounced off the walls, and traumatized my ear drums. I cringed and strengthened my grip on the dagger until my knuckles turned white.
Despite the danger I was in, I had trouble staying focused. Today had been a long day. After spending six hours cooped up in class trying to wrap my mind around criminal psychology, I had spent another two hours in the library crouched over dusty newspapers with pages yellowed from age, trying to find out as much as I could about the specter I'd dubbed the Main Street Basement Ghost. Then I headed to Main Street, to an apartment building straight out of a post-apocalyptic movie, and here I was, face to face with the ghost.
Well, maybe not face to face, since the toddler-ghost was playing a game of hide and seek.
The toddler laughed, and I followed the noise, farther into the darkness. I'd brought a flashlight, but the batteries had died about five minutes into the investigation. Usually, I had moonlight to guide me, but in this windowless basement, stark darkness was the only thing greeting me as I groped my way through stacks of boxes, mannequins, and things better left forgotten.
I caught a glimpse of a white, glowing figure moving in the back of the room. Knocking over several boxes, I rushed to the spot as fast I could.
The darkness worked as a disadvantage for the ghost. He was crouched behind a tower of books — nevertheless, the eerie glow surrounding him gave him away. In the daytime, he would've been much harder to spot, but in the darkness, he was a glowing beacon.
I stopped in front of the pile of hard covers and glanced at the glow resonating from behind it. The eerie light barely reached my torso. Getting rid of adolescent ghosts was never easy and a pang of guilt tugged at my heart. But this kid had killed three people already, I reminded myself.
At that moment, the kid launched himself at the books, toppling them over, crushing me. I raised my hands to my head for protection while I was continuously bombarded, trying to keep my balance at the same time.
He towered over me. His dark hair was disheveled, and he wore nineteenth- century clothes stained with blood. His head tilted slightly to the right. Half of it had been cut off, as if whoever had decided to rid the kid of his head, didn't have the stomach to complete the job. His eyes were dark and hollow, and they stared at me with unmatched venom.
Leave me alone.
His lips didn't move, but his voice was clear as day. Hatred glistened in his eyes. He snarled and launched himself at me with his fingers clawed, growling like an animal.
I took a step back and braced myself for the collision. His full weight hit me right in the chest, and I fell backward. I grabbed the ghost and held him away from me, while he gnarled, bit, spat, and clawed at me.
Go away!
Drops of sweat dripped down my forehead, and blood oozed where he scratched me. I grimaced and pushed the ghost away with all my strength. It flew several meters backward, but instead of dropping to the floor, it hovered mid-air. Its eyes sparked with black flames, and it hissed at me.
Guess I pissed it off for real this time.
I scrambled around on my knees in search of the dagger I dropped to the floor when the ghost knocked me over. The search was proving useless as I couldn't spot it anywhere.
The ghost's mouth grew large enough to swallow a small person, forming a black, gaping hole. Its eyes became small slits, like a snake's. It launched at me again, as fast as a leopard.
Running was out of the question. This thing, zigzagging toward me, its face the material of nightmares, was a lot faster than I was.
My gaze darted left and right, still in search of the dagger when I caught the silver sparkling in the ghost's glow. It was behind him. Just my luck.
Lunging up, I ran forward toward the ghost, dropped to the floor, and dove below the phantom, straight at the dagger. My sleeve ripped and I bumped my elbow into the wall, but at least I had my dagger back.
The ghost howled like a wounded animal. Turning around, it pulled back its arm and swung at me. I grabbed it mid-swing with my left hand, clenching my teeth as I used all my strength to stop the attack, and with my right hand, I plunged the dagger straight into its belly.
The spirit and I stared at each other for a beat. He screamed, a sound that went through marrow and bone. Then he vanished.
Relieved, I stumbled backward. My knees were wobbly, and I had to hold on to the wall for support. Taking deep breaths, I tried to steady my heartbeat. With the ghost gone, the basement had gone from illuminated-by-eerie-ghost-glow to pitch black darkness.
When I'd recovered a little, I fumbled through the pockets of my jacket until I found my cell phone. The battery was almost dead, but I was hoping it would hold out until I got out of here.
Groping my way through the darkness, I bumped into a million different things, and almost suffered a heart attack when I ran into a life-sized mannequin. It seemed to take forever before I managed to make it out of the basement. I slipped twice on the stairs going up, and by the time I reached the hallway, I felt as if I'd just survived a year in Alcatraz. There were lights in the hallway, although they were on emergency setting; they went on and off every few seconds.
My backpack still lay where I'd left it, right outside the entrance to the basement. I slumped down against the wall, opened up my backpack and grabbed a bottle of water. I drank half of it, and poured the other half over my head in an attempt to cool off. Next, I pulled out my pocket mirror and inspected the damage to my face. Green eyes, thin, black eyebrows, a straight nose, high cheekbones, a small bruise under my left eye, and a cracked lip stared back at me. But at least my teeth seemed fine, and the bruise was small enough to cover up with concealer. My hair was a mess, though.
I loosened my ponytail and ruffled through my long, black hair. With caution, I searched my scalp inch by inch, looking for wounds. I had hit my head pretty hard the first time the ghost launched at me. But apart from a growing bump at the back of my head, the rest seemed fine.
My arms hadn't been so lucky. They were covered in scratch marks where my sleeve had ripped. Another jacket ruined. My ankle throbbed and my head hurt, but all in all, the damage was minimal. Which was to be expected, considering that the Main Street Basement Ghost was a piece of cake compared to some of the other specters I'd fought.
I stumbled a little when I got back up. After hoisting my backpack over my shoulder, I walked through the hallway and out of the abandoned apartment building.
Another ghost had been sent straight back to the afterlife, and another paycheck awaited my collection tomorrow. My employer would be glad his building was ghost free, and that he could now safely find new tenants for the fourteen apartments above the haunted basement. As for me, I was glad I'd be able to pay the rent for another month, and buy some food for the table. A girl had to eat.

Praise for the Book
"Story starts off fantastic and continues that way till the end. Look forward to seeing how this series will progress with some of the other amazing talents her friends possess." ~ Maranda
"OMG an absolutely fantastic read with brilliant characters. I loved Kaelyn. She was my favourite character. Did not see that coming. What a twister of a read. Chilling and dark. Highly recommended." ~ Susan Angela Wallace
"Absolutely adored this book! As soon as I finished I went off to search for more by this author. It scared the daylights out of me. [...] Descriptive, scary, fun and great characters, I really hope there's a sequel." ~ Gemma
"I can highly recommend this bone-chilling ghost story full of mysteries and a strong female main character with secrets of her own not even she herself is aware of at first. Can’t wait until the sequel comes out." ~ Janine
"I found it to be an engaging story that I didn't want to end. I want to read the next book in the series." ~ Susan

About the Author
Majanka Verstraete
Author Majanka Verstraete has written more than twenty unique works of fiction. A native of Belgium, Majanka’s novels explore the true nature of monsters: the good, the bad, and just about every species in between. Her young adult books include the acclaimed Mirrorland (YA Dark Fantasy) and Angel of Death (YA Paranormal) series of novels.
Majanka is currently developing a new YA shifter series with a fresh take on fierce female detectives called The Adventures of Marisol Holmes which will be published by Monster House Books in October 2018.
Her NA paranormal romance series, Ghost Slayer, has been picked up by Fire Quill Publishing. The first volume was be released in April 2018.
When she’s not writing, Majanka is probably playing World of Warcraft or catching up with the dozens of TV series she’s addicted to.


Friday, September 12, 2014

"The Soul Thief" by Majanka Verstraete

The Soul Thief
(The Angel of Death Book 1)
by Majanka Verstraete

The Soul Thief, the first book in The Angel of Death series by Majanka Verstraete, is due to be released 11 November 2014. Today you get a first peek at the cover!
For more books by this author, check out my blog post on the Weirdville series.

When Riley is injured in a car crash and sees a girl stealing a boy’s soul, she’s convinced she’s hallucinating. But when she sees the same girl at the hospital later, she knows she wasn’t dreaming. That’s when Riley learns her secret heritage and who she really is: a halfling Angel of Death.
Riley must come to terms with her new reality and supernatural abilities, but before she can do this, girls her age start dying in mysterious circumstances. It’s up to Riley to figure out why, what the innocent victims have in common, and what she can do to stop them from dying.

About the Author
Majanka Verstraete begged her Mom to teach her how to read while she was still in kindergarten. By the time she finished fifth grade, she had read through the entire children’s section of her hometown library.
She wrote her first story when she was seven years old, and hasn’t stopped writing since. With an imagination that never sleeps, and hundreds of possible book characters screaming for her attention, writing is more than a passion for her.
She writes about all things supernatural for children of all ages. She’s tried to write contemporary novels before, but something paranormal always manages to crawl in.
Majanka is currently studying for her Master of Laws degree, and hopes one day to be able to combine her passions for law and writing. When she’s not writing, reading or studying, she likes watching The Vampire Diaries and Game of Thrones, spending time with her friends, or playing World of Warcraft.


Sunday, June 22, 2014

"Weirdville" Series by Majanka Verstraete

Weirdville Series
by Majanka Verstraete

The Weirdville series is a set of three scary chapter books for kids, all set in the town of Weirdville: The Doll Maker, House of Horrors, and Fright Train. The books can be read independently, as they feature different characters. The Weirdville series is currently on tour with Enchanted Book Promotions. The tour stops here today for an excerpt from each book and a giveaway. You can also read my review of The Doll Maker. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

The Doll Maker
(Weirdville Book 1)
by Majanka Verstraete

Derek’s little sister wants one of those creepy-looking dolls, staring at him from the strange new doll shop in town, and what his sister wants, she gets. Now they’re stuck with a doll that looks so human, it gives Derek the creeps.
When Derek tells his friends, Martin and Jamie, about the new shop with creepy human-like dolls, they want to see for themselves. That has "bad idea" written all over it, but he takes his friends there anyway.
They meet the mysterious doll maker, who reminds Derek of Dr. Frankenstein, and who brainwashes Martin into buying one of those scary dolls. Derek and Jamie push and pull Martin out of the shop, but something isn’t right with their friend. He’s shivering all over, and he has no memory of what happened in the shop.
Martin’s condition worsens every day, and Derek’s sister grows more and more obsessed with her new doll. Derek and Jamie have to find out what’s going on, and fast, because ...
... the doll maker seems linked to a bunch of mysterious disappearances, and the last thing Derek wants is his sister, or his friend, being next on the doll maker’s list.

"I want the doll!" Annie cried, seconds before she launched toward the window of the doll shop.
Derek stared at the doll shop in surprise. The tiny store stood in the middle of the block, almost hidden between two larger buildings. It had a small show window and a glass door with a sign indicating the shop was open. Above the show window hung a board saying "The Doll Maker." A thin, long crack meandered from top to bottom on the glass door and the board hung a little askew, like the doll shop had been there a while, but Derek had never seen it before, and he passed by on this street nearly every day.
Annie put her hands on the glass, gaping at one of the dolls. "Please, Mommy! Please!"
My little sister is insane, Derek thought as he shook his head. Annie cried whenever she didn't get what she wanted, and she didn't like any of the things he did. Now she's completely lost it.
The doll, resembling a young toddler of maybe three years old, with tiny eyebrows, a turned-up nose and a mouth with miniscule teeth, made Derek's hair stand on end. Its blue, vacant eyes gazed straight at him as if watching for his reaction.
Why would Annie want a creepy doll like that?

My Review

By Lynda Dickson
Ten year old Derek, his mother, and his little sister Annie live in the town of Weirdville. One day they spot a new shop called The Doll Maker that seems to have sprung up overnight. Annie whines all day until her mother buys her the creepy and extremely life-like doll they saw in the window earlier that day. Why do all the kids have to have one of these dolls after they see them? Derek sets out with his best friends, Jamie and Martin, to investigate the doll shop, and they discover that something very weird indeed is going on.
The author does a great job of creating a creepy and foreboding atmosphere. The story is slightly predictable but well executed and with a twist in the tale. It is reminiscent of R. L. Stine's Goosebumps series, which the author cites as one of her influences. This book is best suited to children ages 6 to 12 who don't mind a bit of a fright.

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House of Horrors
(Weirdville Book 2)
by Majanka Verstraete

When her parents allow her to go to the fair, Jacky is over the moon. The fair is most famous for its haunted mansion, the House of Horrors, and her friend Ben can’t wait to try it out. Her best friend, Cass, is a little more reluctant, but then again, Cass has always been a chicken when it comes to getting scared.
Jacky and Cass are determined to act tough, so when Ben suggests they try out the House of Horrors, the girls tag along, even though the place gives them the chills.
As soon as the three of them enter the spooky monstrosity, the ride comes to a screeching halt, and the horror begins.
The lights fade, and a hooded figure appears and tells them they’re stuck in a twisted game of cat and mouse. He will show them their worst fears, and if the kids manage to face down those fears, they’ll have a chance of getting out of the House of Horrors alive. If they don’t, well ...
Thirty minutes to go. Thirty minutes to face their nightmares ... and the clock is ticking.

Jacky stared at the newspaper her dad clutched in his hands. He was reading the sports section, but she was more interested in the ad section turned toward her. A giant picture of a traveling fair was flaunted on the newspaper taking up half a page in a myriad of colors, a stark contrast to the grey background of the newspaper.
Mystica Fair, coming to Weirdville on May 10th-11th, the headline read. Most of the rides on the picture were too blurry to make out, but she recognized a Tilt-a-Whirl and a Ferris Wheel pictured in the background.
"Look Mom," Jacky said, pointing at the article. "There's a carnival coming to town."
Mom glanced over her shoulder to look at her. "Jacky, I'm busy," she said, focusing back on the eggs in the frying pan, as if they were somehow more important than Jacky.
That made no sense, because they were eggs, and who cared about eggs? Jacky didn't even like eggs.
But Dad did. He hadn't moved, just kept on reading the sports page as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Jacky sighed and slumped back in her chair, giving up.
About five minutes later, Mom dumped the fried eggs on Jacky's plate. "Now, what were you saying, sweetheart?"
"There will be a carnival in town next weekend, "Jacky tried again. "Can I go?"

Featured Review
House of Horrors is my favorite Weirdville book to date. There is always the perfect amount of age appropriate scary going on, but this one I found myself holding my breath a couple times or taking a big sigh. Then I laughed at myself ... but it is a very good story about facing your own fears and finding out what Cass, Jacky and Ben will do when they are scared to death ... leave their friends behind or stay true to them.

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Fright Train
(Weirdville Book 3)
by Majanka Verstraete

Charlie’s parents drop him off at the train station so he can visit his grandma in Weirdville. It’s a cold winter evening, so when his usual train is cancelled at the last second, Charlie wishes he’d stayed home.
An hour later, shivering from the cold, he climbs onboard the next train to Weirdville, even though he’d rather not. It looks like something straight out of the nineteenth century, as if it used a time machine to arrive at the station.
His shivering doesn’t stop, for soon after Charlie boards, he realizes just how right he was to be wary of this strange train. Something is seriously wrong with all the people onboard. If only he could figure out what was going on. If only he could get off the train

Charlie bounced from his left leg onto his right leg and rubbed his arms in an effort to stay warm. He exhaled a small, white cloud. The air was stale cold as snow whirled from the grey sky. He wore a red snow jacket, an oversized hat and thick gloves, but that wasn't enough to keep him warm. He should've worn the scarf his mom had suggested to him as well, but he didn't want to be caught wearing a scarf with a Mickey Mouse pattern. The hat, a heavy black monstrosity that looked like those tall Russian winter hats, was bad enough.
He was going to stay with his grandma for the two-week Christmas holiday. At first, he'd been upset about it; the thought of being away from his parents for so long made his stomach squirm. But his parents were busy renovating the house, and it was either sleeping on the couch in the damp, chilly living room, or staying with his grandma. At least Grandma's house was always warm.
His mom had dropped him off at the station fifteen minutes before his train was due to arrive, on her way to an appointment with a gynecologist - a difficult word for a doctor who helped deliver babies.
"Guy-nick-ollie-jist." He rolled the word over his tongue, but no matter how many times he tried to say it, it still sounded weird.
She hadn't told him why she had to go right now, but he sensed it was kind of urgent. She'd kissed his forehead, pinched his cheeks, and crawled back into the car, nearly bumping her large belly into the steering wheel. Then she got out again, put her hat on his head, warned him not to take it off because it was too cold to go out without a hat, and scolded him for not wearing one in the first place. She patted his back and disappeared back in the car, and drove away without even looking back.

Featured Review
This is the 3rd installment in the Weirdville series.
When a train ride to Grandma's turns into a chilling ride for Charlie he must figure out how to help himself and the other passengers on board.
My 12 year old daughter and I read this book together and we both enjoyed it. It has just the right amount of scary to make you squirm and keep you interested but not to keep you up all night!
Each book in the series can stand alone.
I would highly recommend this series.

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About the Author
Majanka Verstraete begged her Mom to teach her how to read while she was still in kindergarten. By the time she finished fifth grade, she had read through the entire children’s section of her hometown library.
She wrote her first story when she was seven years old, and hasn’t stopped writing since. With an imagination that never sleeps, and hundreds of possible book characters screaming for her attention, writing is more than a passion for her.
She writes about all things supernatural for children of all ages. She’s tried to write contemporary novels before, but something paranormal always manages to crawl in.
Majanka is currently studying for her Master of Laws degree, and hopes one day to be able to combine her passions for law and writing. When she’s not writing, reading or studying, she likes watching The Vampire Diaries and Game of Thrones, spending time with her friends, or playing World of Warcraft.

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