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Tuesday, 5 July 2016

☀☄ Raven's Peak: World on Fire [1] - Lincoln Cole

Thank you for joining us on the Virtual Book Tour for Raven's Peak, an Urban Fantasy Horror by (, LC Publishing, 276 pages).

This is the first book in the World on Fire series.

Don't miss our interview with author Lincoln Cole on Wednesday 20 July 2016.

PREVIEW: Check out the book's synopsis, trailer and excerpt below.
Raven's Peak is FREE on Kindle Unlimited and Kindle Owner's Lending Library.

Author Lincoln Cole will be awarding three ebook and three print copies of Raven's Peak to randomly drawn winners via Rafflecopter during the tour.   Please do take part: comment on our post and follow the forthcoming tour where you will be able to read other excerpts (☀), interviews (ℚ), reviews (✍) and guest blog posts (✉).

Synopsis | Trailer | Teaser | Author Q&A | About the Author | Giveaway & Tour Stops


A quiet little mountain town is hiding a big problem. When the townsfolk of Raven's Peak start acting crazy, Abigail Dressler is called upon to discover the root of the evil affecting people. She uncovers a demonic threat unlike any she's ever faced and finds herself in a fight just to stay alive.

Abigail rescues Haatim Arison from a terrifying fate and discovers that he has a family legacy in the supernatural that he knows nothing about. Now she's forced to protect him, which is easy, but also to trust him if she wants to save the townsfolk of Raven's Peak. Trust, however, is something hard to have for someone who grew up living on the knife's edge of danger.

Can they discover the cause of the town's insanity and put a stop to it before it is too late?

Teaser: Excerpt

     “Reverend, you have a visitor.”
     He couldn’t remember when he fell in love with the pain. When agony first turned to pleasure, and then to joy. Of course, it hadn’t always been like this. He remembered screaming all those years ago when first they put him in this cell; those memories were vague, though, like reflections in a dusty mirror.
     “Open D4.”
     A buzz as the door slid open, inconsequential. The aching need was what drove him in this moment, and nothing else mattered. It was a primal desire: a longing for the tingly rush of adrenaline each time the lash licked his flesh. The blood dripping down his parched skin fulfilled him like biting into a juicy strawberry on a warm summer’s day.
     “Some woman. Says she needs to speak with you immediately. She says her name is Frieda.”
     A pause, the lash hovering in the air like a poised snake. The Reverend remembered that name, found it dancing in the recesses of his mind. He tried to pull himself back from the ritual, back to reality, but it was an uphill slog through knee-deep mud to reclaim those memories.
     It was always difficult to focus when he was in the midst of his cleansing. All he managed to cling to was the name. Frieda. It was the name of an angel, he knew. . . or perhaps a devil.
     One and the same when all was said and done.
     She belonged to a past life, only the whispers of which he could recall. The ritual reclaimed him, embraced him with its fiery need. His memories were nothing compared to the whip in his hand, its nine tails gracing his flesh.
     The lash struck down on his left shoulder blade, scattering droplets of blood against the wall behind him. Those droplets would stain the granite for months, he knew, before finally fading away. He clenched his teeth in a feral grin as the whip landed with a sickening, wet slapping sound.
     “Jesus,” a new voice whispered from the doorway. “Does he always do that?”
     “Every morning.”
     “You’ll cuff him?”
     “Why? Are you scared?”
     The Reverend raised the lash into the air, poised for another strike.
     “Just…man, you said he was crazy…but this…”
     The lash came down, lapping at his back and the tender muscles hidden there. He let out a groan of mixed agony and pleasure.
     These men were meaningless, their voices only echoes amid the rest, an endless drone. He wanted them to leave him alone with his ritual. They weren’t worth his time.
     “I think we can spare the handcuffs this time; the last guy who tried spent a month in the hospital.”
     “Regulation says we have to.”
     “Then you do it.”
     The guards fell silent. The cat-o’-nine-tails, his friend, his love, became the only sound in the roughhewn cell, echoing off the granite walls. He took a rasping breath, blew it out, and cracked the lash again. More blood. More agony. More pleasure.
     “I don’t think we need to cuff him,” the second guard decided.
     “Good idea. Besides, the Reverend isn’t going to cause us any trouble. He only hurts himself. Right, Reverend?”
     The air tasted of copper, sickly sweet. He wished he could see his back and the scars, but there were no mirrors in his cell. They removed the only one he had when he broke shards off to slice into his arms and legs. They were afraid he would kill himself.
     How ironic was that?
     “Right, Reverend?”
     Mirrors were dangerous things, he remembered from that past life. They called the other side, the darker side. An imperfect reflection stared back, threatening to steal pieces of the soul away forever.
     “Reverend? Can you hear me?”
     The guard reached out to tap the Reverend on the shoulder. Just a tap, no danger at all, but his hand never even came close. Honed reflexes reacted before anyone could possibly understand what was happening.
     Suddenly the Reverend was standing. He hovered above the guard who was down on his knees. The man let out a sharp cry, his left shoulder twisted up at an uncomfortable angle by the Reverend’s iron grip.
     The lash hung in the air, ready to strike at its new prey.
     The Reverend looked curiously at the man, seeing him for the first time. He recognized him as one of the first guardsmen he’d ever spoken with when placed in this cell. A nice European chap with a wife and two young children. A little overweight and balding, but well-intentioned.
     Most of him didn’t want to hurt this man, but there was a part—a hungry, needful part—that did. That part wanted to hurt this man in ways neither of them could even imagine. One twist would snap his arm. Two would shatter the bone; the sound as it snapped would be . . .
     A symphony rivaling Tchaikovsky.
     The second guard—the younger one that smelled of fear—stumbled back, struggling to draw his gun.
     “No! No, don’t!”
     That from the first, on his knees as if praying. The Reverend wondered if he prayed at night with his family before heading to bed. Doubtless, he prayed that he would make it home safely from work and that one of the inmates wouldn’t rip his throat out or gouge out his eyes. Right now, he was waving his free hand at his partner to get his attention, to stop him.
     The younger guard finally worked the gun free and pointed it at the Reverend. His hands were shaking as he said, “Let him go!”
     “Don’t shoot, Ed!”
     “Let him go!”
     The older guard, pleading this time: “Don’t piss him off!”

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About the Author

Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia, but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife.

His love for writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.

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