by Marie Hall
Kingdom Series (Fairytale Romance)
Her Mad Hatter (Free everywhere! Book 1 based on Alice and the Mad Hatter)
Gerard’s Beauty (Book 2 based on Beauty and the Beast)
Red and Her Wolf (Book 3 based on Little Red Riding Hood)
The Kingdom Collection (Books 1-3 with bonus deleted scenes)
Jinni’s Wish (Book 4, based on Arabian Nights)
Hook’s Pan (Book 5, Based on Peter Pan)
Danika’s Surprise (Book 5.5, novelette and first introduction to the upcoming Dark Princess Series)
Moon’s Flower (Book 6, a fractured fairy tale based on the story of The Man in the Moon)
The Huntsman’s Prey (Book 7, COMING in Feb, 2014)
Moments Series (NA Contemporary Romance)
A Moment, Book 1 (Ryan and Liliana’s Story)
Right Now, Book 2 (Alex and Zoe’s Story)
Book 3 (Jaime and Tor’s Story) Coming 2014
Night Series
Crimson Night- Urban Fantasy (Book 1)
All Hallows Night- Urban Fantasy (Book 2): Coming Soon
Eternal Lover’s Series
Death’s Lover (Book 1) From Grand Central—Forever Yours—Publishing
Previously published under the title The Witching Hour
Eve Philips thought she could never love again. After her husband died in a hit-and-run accident, Eve poured her heart into her potions shop, Witch's Brew, and hasn't given any man a second glance until Cian. As soon as she locks eyes with him, Eve knows she'll never be the same. Gorgeous and mysterious, he incites a passion in her that she's never felt before. And it's almost otherworldly...
Cian knows Eve is special the minute they lay eyes on each other. He's a supernatural being with a dangerous duty, and being seen is not part of the job description. But when he meets the kind, beautiful Eve, all the rules go out the window. Now that his superiors have gotten wind of it, he has a wicked enemy on his tail. Yet all he cares about is Eve: loving her, protecting her and finding the right time to tell her his dark and terrible secret, a secret that threatens both of their lives...
Death’s Redemption (Book 2) Coming June, 2014 from Grand Central!
Mila is a human with a secret: she can see the future. Working alongside an elite San Francisco task force her identity was supposed to remain a secret and in return she'd use her powers to bring about justice on the supernatural baddies gone rogue. Problem is, someone's found her out and leaked the information to a sect of vampires that want her for more than just her blood.
Frenzy, is a grim reaper of legend and part of The Morrigan's personal retinue. He wasn't supposed to be working the streets of San Francisco but thanks to a sudden shortage of reapers to do the job, he finds himself staring into the eyes of a woman who reminds him fiercely of a lover he'd once known in the seventeenth century. He'll do anything to make her his, even if that means becoming the monster the world had once feared.
Chaos Time Saga
Sable, Epidsode 1
Slayde, Episode 2
Synnergy, Episode 3
Hunter, Episode 4 (Coming Soon!)
Make sure to continue reading for a sneak peak of Hunter!
Dedication
To those of you who’ve found these books, you guys are seriously awesome.
About Marie Hall
Marie loves books that make you think, or feel something. Preferably both. And while she’s a total girly girl and loves glitter and rainbows, she’s just as happy when she’s writing about the dark underbelly of society. Well, if things like zombies, and vampires, and werewolves, and mermaids existed. (Although she has it on good authority that mermaids do in fact exist, because the internet told her so.)
She’s married to the love of her life, a sexy beast of a caveman who likes to refer to himself as Big Hunk. She has two awesome kids, lives in Hawaii, loves cooking and occasionally has been known to crochet. She also really loves talking about herself in the third person.
If you’d like to know more about Marie then you can contact her at [email protected] Or, if you’d like to check out her latest offerings go to mariehallwrites.com or mariehallwrites.blogspot.com If you just want to stop by and say hi, she has a Facebook page and a twitter handle @mariehallwrites, also if you’re interested in really getting to know her and maybe winning some cool prizes from the contests she runs throughout the year, sign up for her newsletter and if you still can’t find ways to contact her then I don’t know what else to do. She does have a pinterest page, but hey… that stuff is kinda boring, just Marie being goofy and posting sexy pics of her couples and nails and food stuff… totally boring.
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Sneak Peek of Hunter
Somewhere in the past
The wind howled, echoing with the dying strands of a haunting whistle. There were words in the song, in the air, in their heads...
Come out and play.
I will not harm you.
I am friend.
Hear my cry.
Join me, so I can devour your soul...
Humans huddled within the safety of their mud brick homes. Fires raged in the hearths.
Within one home a pair of eyes darted from the dancing flame to the pitch black of night outside.
The child hugged her mother’s leg.
“Ibu,” she sucked her thumb, “I’m scared.”
“Ssh,” the mother patted her tiny head, her fingers curling through the shiny black strands. “Would you like to hear a story?”
The little girl nodded, brown eyes liquid with fear.
“Once a long time ago...”
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The door shuddered, groaning at its center, a razor’s edge from exploding in a shower of wooden slivers.
The child screamed.
“A little boy,” the mother continued, feigning a bravery she did not feel. “Walked down by the rice patty fields. He sat, staring at an image of a boy with umber eyes reflected within the water.”
It whistled again. The sound poured in through the cracks of the thatched roof.
“Ibu,” the child’s voice trembled, she wrapped tiny hands around her neck. Terror, black and bottomless, ripped through her soul.
Just a little longer. A little longer. He could not enter. They were safe. But where was her husband? Oh God, where was he?
She grabbed her daughter, pulled her onto her lap and rocked.
Play with me.
Heed my call.
I am lonely.
She closed her eyes. Her foot twitched. The call demanded she obey. She gripped her child tighter. A lifeline. Her safety net.
“The Semangat asked the child to make a wish. The boy thought long. For he did not wish to be fooled by the water spirit.”
Wind rose, shaking the house. Like fingers gripping into the sides and straining to rip it apart.
Her child’s heartbeat fluttered against her chest. She continued to stroke the soft hair.
“What did the boy wish for, Ibu?”
Scuffling noises clacked in the alley outside. The house stopped shaking. The eerie melody ceased. Silence, deafening and quick encased them like a tomb.
She licked her lips.
“The boy wished...”
“Setan, get back!” The scream reverberated to the marrow of her soul.
Her heart sank.
“Ibu,” the child turned a round-cheeked face up to her. “I heard Ayah.”
She grabbed her daughter’s head and tucked it to her breast, covering her ear with her hand.
“The boy wished to become someone else,” she pressed on, keeping her da
ughter occupied while outside the night raged with the scream of a massacre.
Rip.
Tear.
Crunch.
A hot tear gathered at the corner of her eye.
“Ibu, what did he become?”
“Pemakan daripada manusia.” Eater of man.
The child shivered, the last cry echoed into nothing.
“Ibu?”
Cold, dead inside, the mother nodded. “Hmm?”
“Ayah is not coming home, is he?”
“No, Malaikat, he is not.”
The tear trekked a ghostly trail down her face.
The earth was silent once more.
In the morning there’d be nothing left but ashes in the snow.
