Never Trust A Vampire #UrbanFantasy Giveaway: Win Midnight, Texas Paperbacks, or Amazon Gift Cards!

Totally Addicted to Books has teamed up with paranormal author Vivian Lane for a new giveaway! Never Trust a Vampire is her new urban fantasy novel which releases on the 3rd of October. To celebrate we’re giving away a set of paperbacks and a couple of Amazon gift cards.

Hey vampire fans, want to win Charlaine Harris’ Midnight, Texas trilogy in paperback? Of course you do! Check it out now:


New Black Dagger Brotherhood Giveaway! #vampires #paperbacks #giveaways


Last month’s Black Dagger Brotherhood Giveaway was so popular that we’ve decided to run another giveaway for the same prize this month!

Enter to win your choice of three paperbacks from the bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Note: You can even choose the latest book in hardback if you win as it’s not yet available in paperback. So if you’re a fan of this series or looking for something to get your teeth into, this is a great way to win yourself three new books. This giveaway ends 23rd July and is open internationally – if Amazon delivers to where you live you’re good to enter.



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The winner of June’s giveaway has been contacted and sent her prize, see the original post for June’s winner announced in the giveaway widget.

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Love vampire novels? Make sure you check out Venom & Vampires!

This amazing 23 story limited edition box set, is releasing 25th July and is only $0.99 during pre-order, so make sure you snatch a copy while you can. There are also an amazing 12 free ebooks you can claim when you pre-order, so definitely check that out. Your holiday reading will be covered in no time!

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New Giveaway! Win a $25 Amazon Gift Card

My new standalone paranormal romance, Twisted Magic, is up on pre-order and will be $0.99 for a limited time! In order to help spread the word, I’ve arranged a social media sharing giveaway. The giveaway ends on 17th July when the book releases, and one winner picked at random will receive a $25 Amazon Gift Card.


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New Giveaway! Win any three Black Dagger Brotherhood novels in paperback! #vampires #books #giveaway

Here’s another awesome giveaway for vampire novel fans!

Enter to win your choice of three paperbacks from the bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Note: You can even choose the latest book in hardback if you win as it’s not yet available in paperback. So if you’re a fan of this series or looking for something to get your teeth into, this is a great way to win yourself three new books. This giveaway ends 30th June and is open internationally – if Amazon delivers to where you live you’re good to enter.


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Love vampire novels? Make sure you check out Venom & Vampires!

This amazing 23 story limited edition box set, is releasing 25th July and is only $0.99 during pre-order, so make sure you snatch a copy while you can. There are also an amazing 12 free ebooks you can claim when you pre-order, so definitely check that out. Your holiday reading will be covered in no time! Go to the offer page for links and more info:

New Vampire Novels Giveaway!

Love vampire novels? Want to win some awesome paperbacks? To celebrate Venom & Vampires, the limited edition PNR & urban fantasy box set which is now up on pre-order, urban fantasy author Sharon Stevenson is giving away three vampire novels by bestselling authors in the genre.

Enter this new vampire novels giveaway and you could win three bestsellers in the genre in paperback!

This ends on the 30th May so don’t miss out, get your entries in now!


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New #Paranormal Paperbacks Giveaway!

Love paranormal? Want to win five paperbacks of your choice by the Haunted by Magic Authors? Check out this new giveaway that ends on 16th May…

Haunted by Magic Paranormal Paperbacks Giveaway

The Haunted by Magic limited edition box set is just $0.99 right now and has a not to be missed pre-order offer that lets you claim 15 free ebooks and a colouring ebook! That’s 16 free ebooks on top of the 22 tales you’ll find inside the set – don’t miss out, grab yourself a copy on one of these vendors and then click the bottom link to claim your freebies:





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TATB Guest Post: How a Decades-Old Simpsons Gag Became My Least Popular Novel Ever by Stephen Kozeniewski

Today we have one of Novenber’s giveaway authors guest posting on the TATB blog. Please welcome horror and sci-fi author,

Stephen Kozeniewski




There is a certain generation for whom the words “I call it…Billy and the Cloneasaurus” will always have a magical, almost transformative meaning.

Actually, I don’t know if “generation” is the right word.  “Cadre?”  “Cohort?”  Something else that starts with a “C?”  A “group,” let’s say.  Yes, that seems generic enough.


For this “group,” this “cohort,” this “Generation Simpson” if you will (he said, immediately negating the premise of his whole last paragraph) the ability to spout Simpsons quotes at one another, both in- and out-of-context was (and probably still is) de rigueur.  For every situation there is a Simpsons quote.  For every quip, a caustic response from Patty and/or Selma.  For every stupid statement, a Ralph Wiggum-ism against which to compare its profound stupidity.  And for every terrible idea there is the sad, unwittingly cribbed brainchild of Seymour Skinner (nee Tamzarian): Billy and the Cloneasaurus.


I don’t honestly know what happened to Generation Simpson.  I mean, I know I’m still here.  And when I must, I can pick up my phone and text “So long dental plan” to any given friend from high school and receive a near-instantaneous reply of (say it with me now) “Lisa needs braces.”  But what of the promise that one day our (completely stolen and repeated by rote) ideas would enter the mainstream?  What of the hope that one day Simpsons quotes would replace Beatles lyrics as the lingua franca of newspaper headlines?

Well, aside from the collapse of print publishing, the answer is “I don’t know.”  (And bonus points if you just read that in the testy tone of Carl Carlson replying to Lenny Leonard’s query “Did I?”)  I just know that it did.  I can recall the exact moment it became clear to me.

The year was dickety-ten.  (We had to say “dickety” ’cause the Kaiser had stolen our word “twenty.”)  This story is 100% true, by the way.  I had been called back to active duty by the army after my honorable discharge two years before.  Two wars were still raging and folks just didn’t feel like enlisting, God bless ’em.  So it fell to veterans like me, people who had been out just long enough to be signing mortgages and birthing dependents, but not so long that we had forgotten which end of the rifle to point forward, to spackle in the holes in Uncle Sam’s service roster.


So I’m in Ft. Benning, GA, without a television on a Sunday night, something which has not occurred to me, oh, I think ever.  Not even when I was actually at war.  (Props, it must be said, are to be given to the good people of the USO and AAFES for that, although I was luckier than many.)  So I trudged reluctantly from my billet to the dayroom, and popped into a chair, one of dozens of identically-crafted, low-slung seats, differentiable from one another only by the ghastly color of the faux-comfortable cushions.

Eight o’clock in the postmeridian on a Sunday night.  Or, to use the local parlance, twenty-hundred hours.  Since time immemorial (well, okay, except for that five-year Thursday experiment from seasons two to six) Simpsons time.  And The Pelican Brief was on.

The Pelican Brief.


Why anyone would watch this movie in the second decade of the twenty-first century is beyond me.  But to do so while The Simpsons was merely a flick of the dial away seemed a sacrilege of the highest order to me.  I looked around the room.  Every vapid, dead, soulless eye was locked on a young Denzel Washington and an already gone-to-seed Julia Roberts.  It was like they had all forgotten what time it was, and what day of the week.

“Isn’t The Simpsons on?” I asked.

The silence made me ask myself, “Am I so out of touch?”  A moment later someone finally answered me.


The Simpsons?  Is that still on the air?”

That moment I died a little inside.  Society had pulled a cruel, mean trick on me.  What I was with wasn’t “it” and what was “it” seemed weird and scary to me.  (Although, still, to this day, I have to wonder…The Pelican Brief?  Really?  The Pelican Brief?)

If you’ll oblige me just a moment or two longer I am, in fact, wrapping this all up.  If you’ll fast forward about a year and a half I was driving home from work and reflecting upon what a miserable piece of work is a man.  We get up, we go to work, we punch in, punch out, all the while knowing that anyone (literally anyone) could replace us.

I think I was wondering at the time what it was, really, that made my boss so much better than me that she could tell me what to do.  And I just didn’t see it.  As far as I could tell we were peers, intellectually, physically, in every way that mattered.  Truly, I felt like every worker was a cog, eminently replaceable.  Pull my boss out and plug me in.  Pull me out and plug in Joey Joe-Joe Junior Shabadoo, and the end result would always be the same.

I began to wonder what would happen if we were all literally the same.  Corporations being as they are, might see the value in interchangeable employees, just as Henry Ford had seen the value in interchangeable parts a hundred years ago.

What if everyone were a clone?

This idea, as you may have guessed, was the germ of the novel referenced in the title of this article.  I developed the story, wrote it, and had it published.  From what I can tell from what little feedback I’ve received it’s good.  Groin-grabbingly good, even.  Sharp, witty, good writing.  (I must point out that this is the consensus of others, not my own words.  I’m not some kind of…self-flattering guy.)

Yet, oddly, my novel doesn’t sell.  No one’s moving the paper.  Or, um, shuttling the electrons.  It’s fallen flat.  And I have to wonder why.  Why has my clever little clone story never reached the (admittedly meager) success of my prior work?

And I have to think it’s the title.  I tossed around a couple of ideas for the title.  A World of Jims springs to mind.  (This was at a time when I was considering naming all of the clones “Jim.”)  But ultimately I had to go with my gut, and finally bring to fruition a throwaway gag from a Simpsons episode that first aired in 1994, when Principal Skinner suggested that he would write a Jurassic Park knockoff called Billy and the Cloneasaurus.

My though was that Generation Simpson would rally to my cause.  Who among my middle school friends wouldn’t want to own a real-life copy of Skinner’s preposterously named work?  I even had to fight (well, not that hard, really, because they’re really good, author-centric people) with my publisher to keep the title.  He was worried people would think it was a children’s book, rather than a dark, Brazil-esque piece of dystopian horror.

“No,” I assured him, “I will capitalize on the success of The Simpsons.”

To date it hasn’t happened.  It’s made me cry out to an uncaring universe, “Where my ‘Dils at?”  But I hold out hope.  I hold out hope that somewhere out there lies a vein of untapped potential, a veritable gaggle of cheese-eating surrender monkeys who will finally flock, (flock, I say,) to pick up their very own copies of Billy and the Cloneasaurus.  After all, it’s a perfectly cromulent book.



Now go check out Stephen Kozeniewski’s website and/or stalk him on twitter and make sure you enter November’s Dystopian Novels Giveaway, which includes a signed paperback copy of Billy and the Cloneasaurus! 



TATB Guest Post: Driving Forward by Greg Hickey

Today we have one of November’s giveaway authors guest posting on the TATB blog. Please welcome dystopian author,

Greg Hickey


The first time I got behind the wheel of a car, my father bravely sat in the passenger seat. I was fifteen with a learner’s permit, and I was nervous and hesitant. In one of our first lessons, my father directed me to Forestway Drive, a two-lane road with no traffic signals and no passing that wound through a forest preserve near our house. The speed limit was forty-five, but I barely approached thirty on my first attempt as I crept through the woods with a line of eager cars on my tail.

Over time, Forestway Drive became my personal measuring stick for my abilities as a driver. On each trip, I crept closer to the speed limit and was soon zig-zagging my way through the forest with ease. After I got my driver’s license, I began to take the longer Forestway route whenever I traveled in its direction. I especially liked to drive that road at night, simply for the thrill of hugging those wooded curves in the moonlit darkness, for the pleasure of succeeding at something that had once seemed so difficult.

When I was in high school in the early 2000s, driving remained an act of skill and power and an expression of personal freedom—even for minivans! Take this Chrysler advertisement from 2000, which features similar footage to what you might see in a commercial for a sports car. A fleet of vans cruises along a snaking tree-lined road, whipping around curves and accelerating in perfect unison. The voice-over describes the vans as “luxurious” and repeats the model name “Voyager” twice in succession. These minivans aren’t just for soccer moms; they’re meant for voyages, for taking adventures and doing so in style.

Four years later, Chrysler shifted its Pacifica model name from a minivan to a sportier crossover vehicle. Yet unlike those 2000 minivans, this more aesthetically appealing automobile was advertised for its comfort more than its performance. This 2007 Pacifica commercial opens up much like its 2000 predecessor, with taglines emphasizing “performance” and “style.” But it quickly shifts tone to focus on “security” and “safety” and then “technology,” which refers to a DVD player and satellite radio rather than improved driving performance. Images of the car’s extraneous features replace the fast, powerful, initial driving shot, and the final driving scene is far tamer, portraying the Pacifica traveling at a moderate speed along a quiet suburban street. The transition from driving a car to riding in one had begun.

This year, comedian Jim Gaffigan offered several tongue-in-cheek boasts about his “Dad brand” in a series of Pacifica commercials, such as this self-parking ad.

“I do things myself,” Gaffigan says, as his Pacifica parallel parks itself. “I don’t pass things off, I don’t let anyone or anything do something that I should do myself.”

The advertisement effectively uses Gaffigan’s humor to highlight the self-parking feature of the Pacifica. But who is the butt of Gaffigan’s irony? All of us who claim to be independent, skillful and proactive? In this commercial, Chrysler pinpoints the hypocrisy of modern car commercials that conflate human driving performance with the technological capabilities of contemporary automobiles. But in promoting the Pacifica’s self-parking feature, Chrysler’s apparent solution is that we should either embrace Gaffigan’s hypocrisy or fully adopt the hands-free, effort-free lifestyle.

Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, I rarely had the need to parallel park a car. It wasn’t until I got to college that I became woefully aware of this shortcoming, especially in comparison to my friend who was raised in the city. While a self-parking car could have saved me a lot of hassle, I always felt that parallel parking was a skill that wasn’t hard enough or dangerous enough to preclude the effort needed to learn it.

We are now faced with the next step of automobile technology, in which self-driving cars could fill American roads within a few years. Google unleashed its automated vehicles on the streets around its northern California headquarters last year, and Uber recently rolled out a fleet of self-driving cars in Pittsburgh with the hope of soon expanding to other markets. In late September, a group of tech industry veterans proposed banning human-driven automobiles on a 150-mile stretch of interstate between Seattle and Vancouver. The same article proposes that human drivers could be outlawed in London and other congested urban settings and on college campuses and airports within the next five years.

I am amazed by the rapid acceleration of automated automobile technology leading to the recent explosion of viable self-driving cars. And I have no doubt that a road without human drivers will be safer for all commuters. Distracted, drowsy and intoxicated drivers could soon become hazards of the past. Traffic might move more freely, and commuters could at least use their travel time productively. But there’s a part of me that will miss zipping through the quiet darkness of Forestway Drive in this new driverless world.

I do not consider myself a technophobe and do not want to come across as one, but the shift from the skill of driving toward automation underlines a concern common to any rapid advance in technology. It bears repeating that we are (at least for now) masters of our technologies. We can use them how and as much or little as we please. In that vein, we should ask ourselves whether we choose self-parking or self-driving cars for safety and convenience, or because we don’t want to bother cultivating the requisite skill to park or drive ourselves. Where driving was once considered an enjoyable pastime and a symbol of humankind’s ability to bend technology to its own devices, we now risk seeing this skill become an antiquated luxury in our continual pursuit of comfort, safety and efficiency.

Contrary to Gaffigan’s words, we no longer do many things ourselves. We do pass tasks off, we do let machines perform actions we should do ourselves. We ought to inquire whether we do so for the sake of public safety or to allow us to use our time more productively or better cultivate meaningful relationships, or simply because we have become too lazy, scared or enamored with personal comfort to act on our own. We should weigh technologies, not only on how they affect our lives in a purely utilitarian calculus but on whether or not they erode the very spirit of adventure, creativity and human agency that made them possible in the first place.

Greg Hickey is the author of Our Dried Voices, a dystopian fiction novel about what happens when humans no longer need to think and create in order to sustain their lives, and a Finalist for Foreword Reviews‘ 2014 INDIEFAB Science Fiction Book of the Year Award. You can read samples of Our Dried Voices and the rest of his written work on his website


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Dystopian Novels Giveaway: $50 Amazon Gift Card, 5 signed paperbacks and 5 digital books up for grabs!

November’s giveaway starts today! Get entering to win a $50 Amazon gift card, 5 signed papebacks and 5 digital books! TATB has teamed up with 10 excellent dystopian authors in an awesome variety of sub-genres for our Dystopian Novels Giveaway. There’s truly something for every dystopian fan in this lot, which contains zombies, aliens, clones, superheroes, mutants, and more! The total prize value is $120. Get your entries in by 30th November for a chance at this amazing bundle…




TATB Guest Post: A Dangerous Time for Vampires by Dylan J. Morgan

Today we have one of October’s giveaway authors guest posting on the TATB blog. Please welcome horror author,

Dylan J. Morgan


Vampires—ruthless and deadly. Born from the depraved desires of a bloodthirsty Romanian warlord early in the seventh century, vampires evolved quickly into the hellish nightmares that mortal perceived them to be. But they became more than that, reproducing and establishing thriving communities not only in Eastern Europe but across the entire continent. Yet they kept to the shadows, hidden from mankind’s gaze, only entering their world to feed. And they were not alone in the supernatural world, sharing their existence with werewolves. Nothing lasts; before long hatred and bloodlust consumed all, and war raged in the darkness.

During the brief standoff a knowing passed between the two preternatural beings: recognition formed centuries in the past, yet one fueled by abhorrence born a mere one hundred years ago. In one fluid movement he flipped his coat-tails to one side and unsheathed the steel blade. He held the weapon back behind his head, feet splayed as he awaited the creature’s onslaught. He had done it many times in the past, and knew if he angled his strike correctly he could behead the hellish creature in one graceful arc.

178786602As war spread and diversified, so did the vampire coven, each member becoming expert swordsmen and relying on agility and cunning in battle against ferocious lycanthropes. Elite battalions, called Enforcers, tackled packs of werewolves in open conflict in the expansive countryside of Europe, fighting tooth and claw with their immortal enemy. In the growing cities of an advancing world, through the Middle Ages and into the Edwardian and Victorian eras, vampires developed a complex civilization, a hierarchy of Elders governing a coven equipped with soldiers and loyal subjects.

Beginning his existence as an Enforcer fighting the war against werewolves, Markus took control of the coven with the death of his grandfather. Using ruthless determination to ensure his race survives, he’s a warrior at heart who gives no quarter and accepts no prisoners. Born nine hundred years ago, Markus now lords over a coven in change.

Mortal life—nothing but fleeting time; as insignificant as a grain of sand in an hour glass. The lifetime of a human did not compare to the experiences Markus had suffered through. He’d been embroiled in a brutal war filled with carnage and bloodshed for the better part of six centuries. He’d slaughtered lycanthropes and hybrid soldiers with a ruthless determination; had borne tragic witness to the massacre and torture of his brethren.

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Their war has changed too. Four hundred years previously the bloodlines were crossed, vampire and werewolf copulating to produce a grotesque mix of both races: hybrids. Enforcers became Eliminators, their sole responsibility to hunt down the perpetrators of this heinous breeding and slaughter every last one—before turning their attention to the hybrids, and massacring each of them in turn. Now, there comes a time for vampires to dilute their hatred of their lycanthropic cousins, to put aside six hundred years of conflict and bloodshed in a combined effort to extinguish that which should never have been born.

Now that the offer had been put on the werewolves’ table he hoped there’d be no turning back. Counsel would have to support him. Besides, the truce wouldn’t remain in effect for long; only until such time as those hybrids were no longer a threat to his coven. Then the lycanthropes would discover just how treacherous he could be.

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For the vampire race it’s a dangerous time. The supernatural world is filled with treachery, lies, betrayal, and a fragile truce about to be shattered by the most shocking secret of them all.


Book excerpts reproduced with kind permission from the author.

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