Monday, October 8, 2012

Hallow Madness 2012!

Today the Hallows Madness is making a stop with After Dark and I'm so excited to take part in this fantastic event! Huge thanks to Readaholics Anonymous and Cinfully Wonderful Reviews for hosting such a wonderful month long event stocked full of amazing giveaways!
Not only can you visit the blogs participating for giveaways, every Friday there is Hallows Madness Bingo with book prizes and a grand prize! A cauldron full of awesome items which you can take a look at HERE

I'm very excited to feature Daniel Mark's Velveteen which will be releasing October 9th! Check out the vlog below from Daniel and enter the giveaway at the bottom! I have had the chance to read this book and it is amazing! My full review can be found HERE
RELEASE DATE: October 9th 2012
GENRE: Dark Fantasy, YA 12+
LENGTH: 464 pages
PUBLISHER: Delacorte Books for Young Readers
ISBN-10: 038574224X 
ISBN-13: 978-0385742245

 Velveteen Monroe is dead. At 16, she was kidnapped and murdered by a madman named Bonesaw. But that's not the problem.

The problem is she landed in purgatory. And while it's not a fiery inferno, it's certainly no heaven. It's gray, ashen, and crumbling more and more by the day, and everyone has a job to do. Which doesn't leave Velveteen much time to do anything about what's really on her mind.


Velveteen aches to deliver the bloody punishment her killer deserves. And she's figured out just how to do it. She'll haunt him for the rest of his days.
It'll be brutal . . . and awesome.

But crossing the divide between the living and the dead has devastating consequences. Velveteen's obsessive haunting cracks the foundations of purgatory and jeopardizes her very soul. A risk she's willing to take—except fate has just given her reason to stick around: an unreasonably hot and completely off-limits coworker.

Velveteen can't help herself when it comes to breaking rules . . . or getting revenge. And she just might be angry enough to take everyone down with her. 

   Thanks so much Daniel! We love you here at After Dark and wish you huge success with Velveteen!
                                                        CHAPTER 1 SNEAK PEAK!

When Velveteen Monroe pictured Bonesaw's house--and she did, more often than could be considered healthy--blood striped the paint a muddy reddish-brown, internal organs floated in jars of formaldehyde, and great big taxidermy crows leered from branches that twisted from the wall like palsied arms.

Velvet always did have a vivid imagination. It was part of her charm.

But she'd never have guessed that the first thing to jump out at her in the murderer's dank living room wouldn't be a human-bone coffee table cluttered with the latest issues of Sociopath Weekly and Insanity Fair, dog-eared and swollen with scribbled Post-its like her mom's Cooking Light magazines, nor the killer himself, wild-eyed and clad in a blood-spattered rubber apron, growling maniacally.

He wasn't there at all.

The first thing Velvet noticed was a dangerously normal Kleenex cozy with the words "Home Sweet Home" cross-stitched into its side. As if there were anyone sweet dwelling in that boxy, bland farmhouse.

Bonesaw had dropped the ball on macabre creativity. It's like he never got the text message. When a serial killer decorates his home, it's his duty to opt for, at the very least, a moderately freaky and off-kilter, if not deranged, design scheme.

Everybody knows that.

It's Psychopath 101.

The couch and chairs were as sandy brown as the paint job and plainly arranged rather than all backward or spotted with gore like you might expect of a properly insane decorator. The carpet was clearance-sale beige and just the slightest bit threadbare in a meandering path that led to the old-fashioned swinging kitchen door. The only thing remotely weird was an alabaster ashtray the size of a hubcap, with a half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich stubbed-out in the middle instead of a cigarette butt.

Velvet's eyes lit on a giant TV--not one of those LCDs, but the other kind, with the big tube in the back--teetering atop a small chest. One of the stand's doors hung open just a crack, and something twinkled from its murky depths like a lonely star. She reached out and swung the door open on its squeaky hinges, half expecting to see a knife collection of the variety sold on home shopping networks.

"Look at all of you." Velvet cocked an eyebrow as she peered inside. "Lined up like toy soldiers."

Bonesaw collected salt and pepper shakers. Lots and lots of them.

Mexican guys in sombreros, turtles with top hats and canes, and even a pair of Oreos with bites taken out of them--though how delicious cookies were related to salt and pepper was beyond Velvet.

"Correction," she mumbled. "Used to collect them."

Velvet snatched a pair of hideous cacti, the pickle color having faded into a pale, sickly lime from age or, maybe, Bonesaw's relentless polishing. She launched them across the room, where one shattered into a hundred pieces and the other dug into the drywall, jutting from it like a diseased tooth. A couple of cockeyed chickens were next to get the fastball treatment, followed by the rest of the animal-shaped dispensers. They exploded against the back of the front door, salting and peppering the carpet with tiny shards of porcelain but no actual salt and pepper.

The cabinet emptied, Velvet clamped her fingers under the edge of the coffee table and heaved it forward onto its top, sending the magazines flapping across the room and the giant ashtray thudding to the floor. The peanut butter and jelly dropped away as the mammoth disk of alabaster rolled off on its side, ridges beating a rhythm across the thin pile of the carpet. It collided with the chest, and the TV rocked precariously before settling back onto its base.

Velvet cocked her head to the side; black waves of hair fell over her shoulder and cast a shadow across her face. She quickly tucked a lock behind her ear and assessed the situation for maximum destruction. A slow grin carved its way across her lips, as jagged as a jack-o'-lantern's.

"That won't do, will it?"

She spun, kicking the chest with her full weight, and watched with glee as the TV toppled to the floor with a bang. The screen exploded satisfyingly, spraying the carpet with tiny splinters of TV glass that twinkled like morning dew. The booming echoed through the small house exquisitely, the sound defiling every normal-as-white-bread corner.

If you overlooked the vandalism, the house was the kind of place where anyone could have lived.

Even the killer of four high school girls from New Brompfel Heights, New Jersey.

That crapload of crazy had all started the summer before Velvet's senior year, when Misha Kohl hadn't shown up at home after getting wasted at a kegger, but instead appeared eight days later in several different ziplock freezer bags down by the river. The town had gone shit-bag crazy over that. Curfews had been instated. Buddy-ups for the kids whose houses didn't warrant bus stops. Cameras pointed at the playgrounds like owls on the hunt for woodland scamperers.

Velvet had been pretty sure Bonesaw wasn't a scamperer.

Those cameras hadn't been about catching the serial killer anyway. They'd been about parents pretending their teenage girls were playing on swing sets rather than holing up in some sweaty basement, dodging boys' grabby hands.

Totally delusional.

Despite an obvious love of thick eyeliner, eighties Goth music, and giving her mother heart palpitations, Velvet hadn't been particularly interested in the Bonesaw case at the time. She would have, if pressed, admitted to a certain fascination with sociopaths, and she had spent more than a few "library enrichment" hours scouring the Encyclopedia of Tragedy and Mayhem, but a few missing girls didn't really thrill her as much as you'd think.

Sure, Ted Bundy was kind of hot if you squinted really hard, but he wasn't nearly as extraordinary-looking as his "survivors" always claimed on those History Channel psycho-killer shows. Velvet's interests didn't have anything to do with romanticizing psychotic personalities, anyway. What intrigued her was the whole disconnectedness-from-emotions "thing" that unites all true sociopaths, like they're part of a Moose lodge or a fantasy football league. She'd been accused of the same behavior on more than one occasion (the disconnectedness, not participating in a ridiculous pretend sports thing). Whether she was guilty of having the symptoms was debatable. Lord knows the counselors at her school were happy to discuss what they termed her "oppositional defiance" at every parent conference ever.
Great book to get you in the mood for Halloween! It's gritty, gory and the detail in which this story is told really pulls you into Purgatory. Even if your not a YA reader this book is a must, highly Recommend! Also I suggest checking out Daniels YOUTUBE channel, very entertaining and his Adult series called The Amanda Feral Series! A favorite of mine, Love it!


Daniel Marks writes young adult horror and fantasy, spends way too much time glued to the internet and collects books obsessively (occasionally reading them). He's been a psychotherapist for children and adolescents, a Halloween store manager, a cafeteria janitor (gag) and has survived earthquakes, volcanoes and typhoons to get where he is today, which is to say, in his messy office surrounded by half empty coffee cups. He lives in the Pacific Northwest with his wife, Caroline, and three furry monsters with no regard for quality carpeting.


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  1. Hey Blue! Thank you so much for hosting, today, and setting up this great giveaway. Velveteen looks amazing. Have a great day, doll.
    See ya,

  2. Great excerpt. Captured my interest. How do you decide how much or what to excerpt?
    debby236 at gmail dot com

  3. After meeting Daniel Marks at AADNOLA I've been awaiting this new release. And yes Halloween is my favorite holiday. Come on who doesn't like candy, costumes and a feel of Fall in the air. Great post and thanks for the giveaway.

  4. I loooooove Halloween! It is my favorite time of year. I love the spooky fun of it. Thanks for the giveaway!

  5. haha I loved the video post! I think that is one of the most upfront character assements I have heard an author say, "my characters in general tends to be bitchy, they need to grow on you..." I have to agree with you Danny, Halloween is my favorite time of year. I love the fall and the transition to winter weather. Thanks for hosting such a great blog BlueSun

  6. Such a great blog ty for chance to win also

  7. Love the cover, sounds like a great book. Thx for giveaway.

  8. I love Halloween- it is fast becoming my favorite holiday. The books sounds great, thanks for the amazing excerpt! sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com

  9. Got to be Halloween! I get this strange feeling...I can't describe it, but it's like my body knows when Halloween is close =)


  10. I loooooove Halloween! It is my favorite time of year. I love the spooky fun of it. Thanks for the giveaway!


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