Here is my interview with K. R. Rowe

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Rosie’s #BookReview Team #RBRT BLOOD OF THE SIXTH by @KRRowe #Paranormal #Horror #wwwblogs

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Wonderful review from Rosie’s book review team for Blood of the Sixth.

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Today’s Team Review is from Teri, she blogs at http://teripolen.com/

#RBRT Review Team

Teri has been reading Blood Of The Sixth by K.R Rowe

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In the quaint Southern town of Port Bella Rosa, something sinister lurks beneath the cobblestones. When hunger stirs a centuries-old evil, a demon awakens, releasing its hunters in search of prey. Jackals swarm from the mist, seeking out quarry, sating their master with offerings of human flesh.

Allie Kent catches a glimpse of the first victim: a corpse with its organs, muscle and bone all consumed, leaving nothing more than skin behind. While police work to solve the unexplained murder, more bodies are found mutilated. Finally convinced the killer isn’t human, Detective Phillip Chambers is desperate to shield Allie from harm.

But something haunts Allie: shadows spill through her darkened window; nightmares invade her sleep while visions confuse her waking thoughts. With Phillip her only protection, Allie struggles to…

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Blood of the Sixth by K.R. Rowe #RBRT #bookreview #TuesdayBookBlog @KRRowe

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Awesome review for Blood of the Sixth.

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In the quaint Southern town of Port Bella Rosa, something sinister lurks beneath theunnamed-14 cobblestones. When hunger stirs a centuries-old evil, a demon awakens, releasing its hunters in search of prey. Jackals swarm from the mist, seeking out quarry, sating their master with offerings of human flesh.

Allie Kent catches a glimpse of the first victim: a corpse with its organs, muscle and bone all consumed, leaving nothing more than skin behind. While police work to solve the unexplained murder, more bodies are found mutilated. Finally convinced the killer isn’t human, Detective Phillip Chambers is desperate to shield Allie from harm.

But something haunts Allie: shadows spill through her darkened window; nightmares invade her sleep while visions confuse her waking thoughts. With Phillip her only protection, Allie struggles to keep her independence in check while treading a thin line between reality and insanity. But is the evil dwelling beneath the…

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#BadMoonRising Day 16 Blood of the Sixth by K.R. Rowe #IndieAuthor #horror @KRRowe

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Today we welcome K.R. Rowe, a girl after my own heart with her love of Deadpool!  And if she’s having a drink with Rick and Carol from The Walking Dead, I want to be there.  I just started her book, Blood of the Sixth, yesterday and this is one you may need to read with the lights on – but off is so much more fun!

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In the quaint Southern town of Port Bella Rosa, something sinister lurks beneath the cobblestones. When hunger stirs a centuries-old evil, a demon awakens, releasing its hunters in search of prey. Jackals swarm from the mist, seeking out their quarry and sating their master with offerings of human flesh. Allie Kent catches a glimpse of the first victim: a corpse with its organs, muscle and bone all consumed, leaving nothing more than skin behind. While police work to solve the unexplained murder, more bodies 

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Blood of the Sixth Sneak Peek

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Halloween is just around the corner and my latest horror novel has finally hit the shelves.  If you are in the mood for something scary, take a peek at the first chapter of Blood of the Sixth.  If it’s intriguing, grab a copy, turn out the lights, and prepare to get a little scared.  No one is safe from the evil lurking beneath the stones.

 

Chapter 1

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Year 1925—Port Bella Rosa, Louisiana. A wavering glow crawled between his eyelids, forcing them open. Above him, a soot blackened lantern swung in slow circles. Weak veins of light pulsed across the ceiling, doing little to scatter the room’s encroaching darkness. The shadows terrified him; those menacing black specters lurking just beyond the light. A blurred but familiar face swam in Noah’s peripheral vision. The old lady came into focus, but hatred contorted her features into someone he barely recognized. He yanked at the ropes securing him to the table but only managed to dig the twisted knots deeper into his bloodied wrists.

“I warned you,” she hissed.

Memories began to surface in his groggy, scattered thoughts. “Mrs. Hoffius, please, I never meant any harm.”

Turning her back, the old woman ignored him. She stoked the fire in the wood stove and flipped a slab of meat sizzling in a hot cast iron skillet. Noah slid his tongue over a split in his lip, gagging on the sharp bloody taste oozing from the bloated gash.

“I love her, she loves me. I can take care of her.” He lifted his head from the table, trying to reason with her, but a scorching pain ripped through his skull and tore down his neck, settling in his abdomen. “Oh God.”

The old woman sneered. “There is no God.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“You ignored my warning, boy. You’re not fit for my Isabella.”

Smoldering meat thickened the air, its scent almost too dense to breathe, but Noah sucked in deep gulps and stared at the flesh carved away from his chest. His stomach churned, but he wasn’t sure if it was the sight of his mutilated torso or the large section of his intestines protruding from a jagged hole in his abdomen; their bloody mass piled on his pelvis, spilling in thick glistening ropes over the table’s edge. His body spasmed, vomit and blood spewing in a burning stream from his mouth. Acrid smoke curled into his nose but he choked from the stench of his own suffocating terror.

“Christ! You’re eating me!” Unconsciousness threatened to take him. Cold sweat beaded on his pale bloodless skin. Struggling to stay alert, each lung-filling breath twisted his body with waves of pain.

The old woman laughed.

“No, boy. This is my dinner.” She crammed a slimy pork skin between her gums and nodded over her shoulder. He followed her gaze to a line of rat-filled cages pushed against the far wall. “You belong to them.”

If you’d like to read more, you can find Blood of the Sixth at the links below.

Amazon US  

Amazon UK

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K.R. Rowe

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Today is the release of Blood of the Sixth, the third novel from K.R. Rowe. Her previous two books are Amber and Blue and the sequel Amber and Blue II-Victory. I was lucky enough to have a chance t…

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The Leaning Post

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Evil descends, dealing death beneath my protection; spitting crimson onto cobblestones, staining their age worn surface.

Thunderheads swell in the thick midnight sky; belching anger from their gullets, cleansing the time-honored ritual.

Pulsing beneath the damp stone surface, latent life resides, drinking the remnants of death, gathering and spreading strength.

A telltale flicker, a street lamp breathes.  Flushing rust from its cast iron skin, it blackens, splashing healing light across the wasting stones, pushing youth into their haggard grey pores.

Renewing.

Shadows scatter across a building’s façade, fleeing over decayed trim, darting between shards of shattered reflections.

High above the pursuing light, they seek sanctuary.  Spilling through the aperture’s void, his mass reforms; rising from scraps of blackened mist, driving light from his core.

Satisfied, he lingers only for a moment.

His offering accepted; he drops into darkness.

-K.R.Rowe

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