Author Bio
Samantha Gregory lives in Northern Ireland. She has been writing since she could hold a pen and loves the supernatural/horror genre. She works as a freelance journalist and enjoys reading and playing guitar.
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About The Book
Book genre - Fantasy/horror.
Publisher - Mockingbird Lane Press, Maynard AR, USA.
Release Date - January 2013
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Synopsis
When Mackenzie Murphy goes looking for her father she finds herself caught in the middle of a demon war between three rival families. Still trying to master her own demon abilities, who can she trust to help her? The mysterious Lucien? Or Taryn, the son of the enemy? With all three families hunting for a talisman that could shift the balance of power, Mackenzie must get to it first and finish what her father started, or die trying.
Excerpts
Mackenzie sat
tapping her foot nervously, waiting for her mother to appear. She
shifted in the hard plastic chair trying to get comfortable. She
hated this place with the cold stares from the inmates and the prison
guards watching her every move. Mostly, she hated the fact that her
mother had to be here for the next twenty years.
Her mother had no
memory of the night Ray died. She had been found lying by his body.
He had been stabbed with a kitchen knife fourteen times.
Her lawyer had
called it self-defense, the judge had called it murder one. All
Mackenzie knew was that Ray had gotten exactly what he deserved and
her mother was being punished for it.
Annie finally
appeared, her face pale and drawn. Her blonde hair, so different from
Mackenzie's own dark curls, hung limp and unwashed. She moved like
a woman twice her age. Shuffling towards the table, her eyes lit up
when she saw Mackenzie.
"Baby, how are
you?" she said, clutching her hand.
"I'm
fine, are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"No, I have
everything I need,"
her mother, replied.
She stared at Mackenzie, taking everything in.
"Mom, don't
do the staring thing."
"You look great.
How's
school?" she asked.
"School's
great,"
Mackenzie replied. At least it was the last time she rode past it.
She had tried the whole school thing for about half a semester but it
hadn't worked out.
She just pretended she was still there to keep her mother happy.
"Do you have a
boyfriend yet?"
"No. I'm
concentrating on school."
It bothered her sometimes how easily she could lie and how convincing
she could be. It was a useful skill at work but she hated lying to
her mother.
"Good, that's
good," Annie said, patting her hand.
"What's
that?" her mother asked, pulling back her sleeve to reveal a bad
scrape.
"It's
nothing." Mackenzie pulled her arm away.
"Did someone do
that to you?"
"No, I had an
accident. I came off my motorbike."
"Motorbike? Your
daddy used to ride a motorbike," she said.
"He did?" Her
mother never went into any detail about her father. He had left her
before Mackenzie was born. When Mackenzie was younger, Annie would
lament about their summer together but she never gave any useful
information away. All she knew was that her father was called
Sebastian King. She had done a few searches online for him but she
couldn't find any matches.
"Yes. I remember
he was fixing it when we first met. It broke down outside the bakery,
where I worked. He was so handsome."
"Why did he leave
you?" Mackenzie asked. In the past when she would ask questions,
her mother would shut down and refuse to answer. Lately though she
seemed to have trouble discerning fantasy from reality and she was
talking more and more about him.
"He was in
trouble.
He was only in town to visit Mr. Black"
"Mr.
Black?" she said, trying not to push.
"He owned a pawn
store. He was only planning to stay for a couple of days but he was
there for three months."
Her mother's
eyes clouded over as she was caught up in the memory.
That
was more information than Mackenzie had ever heard. She wondered if
this Mr. Black knew where her father was. She had often thought about
him over the years, where he was now, whether he even knew about her.
Her mom didn't
know she was pregnant until after he was gone.
"The bakery you
worked in, was that in your home town?"
Her
mother nodded, "Yeah, it's
this tiny little town. When I was younger all I wanted to do was come
to LA and now not a day goes by that I don't
wish I was back in East Falls."
East Falls. She
finally had a name, somewhere to start.
"Maybe we can go
back there when you get out,"
Mackenzie said.
Her mother realized
what she had said, "You wouldn't want to go there honey. It is
nothing like LA and I know you. You're a city girl."
"I
wouldn't mind roughing it for a few days," she replied.
"No,
Mac. The past is the past. Leave it where it is."
