Looking for some sexy thrills and chills to read about this Halloween season? Then enter for your chance to win the entire e-series of Experiment in Terror by Karina Halle!
In honor of Halloween and the release next month of Into the Hollow ( EIT #6), I will be giving away the entire Experiment in Terror series in e-book format through Amazon.
I can't say enough great things about this series and I want to spread the creepy/pervy/highly entertaining joy around! I have been beta reading Into the Hollow for Karina and I'm so damn excited about its upcoming release! Back with a wicked sense of humor, shameless banter and spectacularly spooky haunts, Perry and Dex are off on another adventure that is sure to have me quaking in my boots. And I'm offering one lucky winner the chance to win the entire series!!! There are 5 full lengths and 3 novellas to date. Check out a sneak peak from chapter 1 of Darkhouse and enter the giveaway below!
Darkhouse (Experiment in Terror #1)
By Karina Halle
With all the vampire, werewolf and faerie books out there, it's easy to become numb to all things supernatural. The antidote? Darkhouse introduces two real and unforgettable characters, Perry Palomino & Dex Foray, amateur ghost hunters who are "attractive, relatable and oddly heroic," "flawed but loveable," "slightly crazy" and just the most endearing pair to ever tackle the paranormal...just don't call them normal. Darkhouse is a thrilling and sexy new take on concepts like Supernatural and The X-Files, bringing a breath of fresh air to a genre that has been inundated with the dead.
I spun around, suddenly conscious of a door, and saw a saffron-colored glow spilling out from underneath the doorframe, mildly illuminating the stark walls. Chilled air flowed in with the light and tickled the tops of my bare feet. The blue nail polish on my toe was chipped, making it look like I had half a toenail. This caught my attention more than the cold hardwood floor and the rough splinters beneath. The lights went out. The door whooshed open, almost soundlessly, and a huge rush of arctic wind battered my body, whipping my nightgown around me like a pink, polyester flag.
The floorboards creaked. I felt the weight of some unknown mass travel along the length of them to my feet. I couldn’t move and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
The lights from outside the room came on again, illuminating the air abrasively. My eyes stung. A pounding sound filled my ears. I covered them with my hands until I realized it came from my very heart.
In the doorway I saw a silhouette of a man.
My heart, and the pounding, stopped. The man came for me, a mass of unfathomable malevolence. I screamed and screamed until the black depths of his silhouette was all I could see. I fell into him, fell into the darkness, in one never-ending cry.
A pair of hands grabbed my arms and pulled me up. They shook me until the darkness behind my eyes bled out into a blinding white.
And suddenly, I was in my bedroom lying underneath a smorgasbord of tangled sheets with my sister Ada peering over me. Her forehead furrowed with concern, making her look years older than fifteen.
She let go of my arms and stepped back.
“You scared the shit out of me, Perry,” she grumbled.
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around my room at the concert posters on the walls and stacks of vinyl and CDs in the corner, taking comfort in their familiarity. My rarely touched electric guitar rested haphazardly against the window seat, a pleasing contrast to my stuffed animal collection.
I eyed my alarm clock. Two minutes until it blared uncontrollably. The observation was hazy, like I was not quite in my body yet.
“Well?” Ada said, crossing her arms. She was still in her pajamas, but her heavy-handed makeup was meticulously applied.
“Well what?” I repeated.
“Um, hello! Any explanation why your screams made me put down my mascara in mid-stroke and come rushing in here?”
“You have good hearing?”
“Perry!” Her voice bordered on a shrill hissy fit. Ada was always a degree or two away from full-on teenage angst.
“Well, I don’t know. I had a bad dream. Or something…”
It was a dream now, wasn’t it? My memory was disintegrating into bits and pieces, and the more I tried to recall it, the more I came up blank. But that feeling, that horrible feeling of dread still clung to the recesses of my mind like sticky cobwebs. Even the bright autumn sunshine that shone through my window wasn’t cleaning it up.
Author Info:Karina Halle is a music journalist and all around wino who resides in beautiful British Columbia. When she's not rocking out or taking a nap, she can be found writing her ghost-hunting Experiment in Terror Series.
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