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Saturday, March 9, 2013

Kindle eBook of the Day - House 23 by Eli Yance




Joesph Lee is wealthy, safe, and alone.

His wife was murdered, butchered in her own house. They never found the killer. The police blamed him, as did everyone else.

He's been alone since her death. Confined to the house where she was murdered, forced to live a hermit's existence as he struggles with his grief and self-loathing. But there's hope: a beautiful woman, a woman who looks uncannily like his dead wife, moves into the house across the road and befriends him.

Joesph Lee's life seems to be improving, but after the light at the end of the tunnel there's another descent into a world of darkness, because the stunning look-alike, and the imposing structure of house 23, are hiding disturbing secrets.

House 23 is a dark suspense thriller. A gripping, and often disturbing, story with a mystery twist.

You can purchase House 23 here.

-Antonio Grasso, author of Fallen

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Kindle eBook of the Day - Indie Author Book Marketing Success by Shelley Hintz and Heather Hart




If you have ever stepped into the online world, you have no doubt seen that there are hundreds if not thousands of websites and books on any given subject - and that is no less true for the subject of book marketing. The diversity of book marketing experts is as assorted as the books that they write and market, yet each author holds a new insight or twist that you might not have heard or considered before.

Introducing: Indie Author Book Marketing Success.

From the combined minds of 14 book marketing experts, this book will enlighten and lead you on the journey of marketing your book. Each author must travel their own road to success, working hard to find what works best for them - but book marketing doesn't have to be intimidating. Let these experts help you find your way to success.


14 Marketing Topics + 14 Marketing Experts = A Recipe for Book Marketing Success

You can purchase this book from our store now.


- Antonio Grasso, author of Fallen

Friday, November 30, 2012

Kindle eBook of the Day - 30 Pieces of Silver by Carolyn McCray





The Eiffel Tower is attacked…by a Christian suicide bomber.

Within the twisted wreckage a cache of bones is found. Bones that are inscribed with ancient Greek, letters that identify the remains as those of John the Baptist—and a promise to guide the seeker to the tomb of the Savior himself.

Tasked with untangling this millennia-old mystery, Dr. Rebecca Monroe, a paleo-archeologist, and Special Forces, Sergeant Vincent Brandt are hounded across three continents to attempt to piece together the bones’ clues. But their quest will not be an easy one. Born at the foot of the Cross, a secret society known only as the Knot has guarded the Savior’s bones, and they will do anything—even commit genocide—to protect the dark and controversial truth of Christ’s final days.

You can purchase 30 Pieces of Silver in the store above.

- Antonio Grasso, author of FALLEN

Friday, October 5, 2012

The Valley of Candles Now Available at Smashwords

The Valley of Candles is now available at Smashwords FREE for a limited time.  Get your copy today.



"All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.”
― St. Francis of Assisi, The Little Flowers of St. Francis of Assisi


 All answers come with a price...

Does God Exist?  Are Demons Real?

The battle is surfacing between good and evil in the small town of Harper, Wisconsin where McCoy O'Neal and Matt Morris enter their senior year with no plans for the future.  McCoy's life is dominated by his overbearing religious father who occupies his time showing his son on how to study the bible and spends what free time is left, with his girlfriend, who is out of his league.

Always an outsider, McCoy dreads every day and when tragedy strikes and he has nowhere to live, his best friend Matt takes him in. Shortly after Matt is mysteriously given the answers and power to solve all their problems when he is visited by someone who he calls God.

When rituals and miracles become the norm McCoy disregards the beliefs he always carried about religion.  Their lives go from misery to triumph and suddenly nothing they do is wrong.

A local Pastor has his doubts about the events and enlists the help of a fellow classmate who is on the front lines in what he believes to be spiritual warfare setting a stage none of them will ever forget.

Is there anything to turn the tide or is there something more sinister at work coming from an outside source? 

 As the darkness grows the ultimate question of who God is will be answered.

Get your copy FREE!

--by Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles

Friday, September 21, 2012

A Father's Love, A Son's Rebellion - George and McCoy O'Neal from The Valley of Candles





The Valley of Candles is free until 9/22, get your copy here. The following is an excerpt.

When I reached my house the time was getting close to two in the morning. As I pulled in I switched off the lights of my car before they set the house ablaze. The lights were still on in the living room as I could see them walking up the drive. I wondered if he was still awake. As I approached the house I could hear the phone ring and quickly thought of the previous events not an hour before, knowing the Pastor had second thoughts. As I got closer the television took over the phone in annoyance as it blared its white noise.
All the lights were on in the house it seemed, which really didn't surprise me knowing my father’s sleeping habits.
I started through the house turning out lights leaving the living room to last and finding a sleeping aging man of 47 years old that had drifted off while reading the big book.
This type of behavior had been a ritual with my dad ever since I could remember. Without a second thought I grabbed a blanket that was draped over the couch and placed it over him. Then I turned out the light and turned off the television and headed upstairs to bed. Only thinking of sleeping away this terrible nightmare that had become my life in the last thirty minutes.
As I settled into bed the only thing I could think of was how my dad would react to such news. My mind kept mulling over different scenarios. Slowly my dad's raucous snoring began to seep under my door into my ears. I tossed and turned in bed hoping the excessive movement would tire me out. Images of my father looming over me, Bible in hand screaming verses, or taking me out of school to home school me, or worse yet, him making me bring Anne over to discuss the situation. But then I convinced myself how much in the dark my dad was. He knew nothing about my life, only what I wanted him to know and even then it was very little. Shortly after I fell asleep dreaming of Anne sitting on my lap staring down at me.
My dad ate breakfast the same way every day. He would begin by getting up at 6:30 each and every morning. Preparing the coffee the morning before really helped his morning ritual. By the time his shower was finished the fresh aroma would awaken his senses to the Lord's Day. He would become instantly refreshed, no matter how much sleep he had the night before. He would continue after getting his coffee by pouring a bowl of cereal. Sitting at the kitchen table he would begin to methodically start his day the way the Lord planned. He was a man that looked like a Bible Salesman in every sense of the phrase. As brewed coffee filled the air, George rose and grabbed himself a second cup. The clock on the wall read 7:30 a.m. Before he began he would pray the prayer of his day. It was always the same focused with love and devotion and a longing to be closer to God.
"Dear Lord, I thank your heavenly grace for this meal and the beautiful day you have brought us. Your love can be seen in so many ways. I cherish the thought of the day I come before you and see the palace you have prepared. I thank you for all you've done, I ask you for guidance today Lord as I go out into the world and prepare your message and your will. Instill your love in me and flow through me with words of love and acts of compassion. I trust you with all that I am. In Jesus' name, I pray. Amen."
He was wearing a white short sleeved shirt and black tie; eyes closed praying intently throughout raising his hands high. During the prayer I entered, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with a coat in hand. I was impatient, ready for the day to be over.
"We going to this thing or what?"
My impatience not only showed in my voice but also my posture as I reached for the door, hoping my dad would follow right after. He looked up to see me and suddenly became confused.
"Huh?" He asked with surprising wonder.
"What time do we even have to be there?" I persisted, wondering how much of this crazy play I would have to act as I felt it wearing me down.
"McCoy, I thought you were still asleep,” my dad stated with no emotion silently saying we weren't going anywhere yet.
"No, I am here wide awake bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to move."
"There is no need for that kind of talk young-” dad was about to say but I cut him short.
"How long do you think this going to take?"
With each passing moment I was growing impatient leaning against the wall, then the refrigerator. He picked up on this as if he was suddenly speaking to someone who had just come in for an eighteen pack of Miller Light and carton of cigarettes, waiting for his change, his voice quickly took a different tone. He held my change and decided to count it out penny by penny rather than give me a fistful of dollars so I could be on his merry way. He went on eating his breakfast.
"You sure you don't want any breakfast son, you look like you didn't get much sleep, what time did you finally stroll in?"
"I don't know, late,” I said trying not to bring the previous nights adventures up any more than I had to. I knew we probably would have to pick up the Pastor before the rally and I quickly despised the friendship that man and my father had even more. I felt a pressure to get this part of my life over with as quickly as possible and pushing once again with a little more sarcasm than I probably should have, "Well, I am too old to watch Saturday morning cartoons, and I never eat breakfast, I am awake, taken a shower. What do you think? You ready to go?"
He pointed to a bowl on the sink and I shook my head saying, "I am not hungry, I already told you, I just want to go."
"Have you completed your morning reading?" Dad asked ignoring my protests as if I had never spoken.
"Yeah, Proverbs 21 and still working through 1st Samuel."
He took pleasure in this. God is one thing he would stop what he was doing immediately and pay attention to what was being said.
"What did you learn?"
I tried searching for an answer that would satisfy him and thought it would have been easier to just turn and walk out leaving dad sitting there waiting. Deciding that might not be the best idea, I leaned against the door.
"You know a little of this a little of that."
He looked over at me with a watchful eye knowing I didn't read it searching me with probing eyes. He knew I had a hard time getting into the Bible but he was determined to show me the only way to true happiness was through a personal relationship with God. Reading the Bible every day, meditating on its message was the only way he believed it was possible. I shifted from leg to leg leaning against the door trying to bury myself into it, just wanting out.
"What was your favorite verse?" he asked seeing the uncomfortable look I had written on my face.
"Ah, Proverbs 21:8." I said, picking a verse.
He immediately jumped on the verse like he just read it, showing me what he believed to be real study of God's word.
"Yes. 'The way of man is forward and strange; but as for the pure, his work is right.' Good verse. You know the first time I read that-" he started reaching for his Bible.
I had enough and decided it was now or never, I needed to escape the grilling of what I didn't do. I knew my dad, and I hated the constant questions and probing.
"Look dad, are we going to this thing or not?" I said for the last time turning and facing the door.
"In time, in time, why are you in such a rush? We've still got a few minutes,” he said while shoveling more cereal into his mouth.
"I got things to do." I said suddenly thinking of what might have become of Anne. I tried calling her cell last night on the way home from the church but just received her voicemail.
"Better than going to do God's work?" I knew I should have chosen my words more carefully but decided it was too late to change my approach to his question.
"Yeah. I got a lot to do today," trying to think of a story that might get me out of the hole I just dug myself into.
A sour look came over his face as he stared hard at me. He moved closer, coffee cup in hand.
"Like what?" he asked taking a sip, inches from my face.
"Things." I said backing into the wall.
"McCoy, we are brought here to do God's work. That should come first-."
"Yeah, yeah." I uttered.
"McCoy, why are you going then if you have so many other things to do that is more important than doing God's work?" He asked knowing what my answer probably would be. 'He's a good kid, Lord just help understand the glory of doing your work.' he thought to himself.
"I just think it's the right thing to do. I mean life is important isn't it? We should all have life." I noticed the sudden smile on dad's face and continued. "As well as life, I really did plan on going to this for a long time. I just wanted to surprise you in my going. You surprised?" I shrugged moving once again towards the door and deciding that if dad were not to follow then I would just walk out and wait outside.
"Very. But I am perplexed, if you want to go so badly then why are you so touchy this morning?" I forgot I had asked my father a question. I knew he would answer with another.
Without a thought he took my words as truth.
"I just had a rough night."
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, obviously concerned.
"No. I'll just wait for you by the car." I said and exited with the agitation.
Dad quickly downed the rest of his coffee, placed it on the counter, grabbed his Bible and praised the Lord for the strength he was just given to speak to me with God's love in his heart.


Pick up your free copy at Amazon.

- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Free Kindle eBook - The Valley of Candles free September 20th-22nd

Get your copy FREE for a limited time!




"All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.”
― St. Francis of Assisi, The Little Flowers of St. Francis of Assisi

All answers come with a price...

Does God Exist? Are Demons Real?

The battle is surfacing between good and evil in the small town of Harper, Wisconsin where McCoy O'Neal and Matt Morris enter their senior year with no plans for the future. McCoy's life is dominated by his overbearing religious father who occupies his time showing his son on how to study the bible and spends what free time is left, with his girlfriend, who is out of his league.

Always an outsider, McCoy dreads every day and when tragedy strikes and he has nowhere to live, his best friend Matt takes him in. Shortly after Matt is mysteriously given the answers and power to solve all their problems when he is visited by someone who he calls God.

When rituals and miracles become the norm McCoy disregards the beliefs he always carried about religion. Their lives go from misery to triumph and suddenly nothing they do is wrong.

A local Pastor has his doubts about the events and enlists the help of a fellow classmate who is on the front lines in what he believes to be spiritual warfare setting a stage none of them will ever forget.

Is there anything to turn the tide or is there something more sinister at work coming from an outside source?

As the darkness grows the ultimate question of who God is will be answered.

Pick up your free copy here

- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles

Kindle eBook of the Day - Forsaken by Andrew Van Wey




A dark debut novel downloaded over 25,000 times in six months!

A cursed painting...
A hidden affair...
And an undying secret, alive, in canvas and oil.

For art professor Dan Rineheart, life's a dream. His children's laughter fills the halls of his home, and his wife's embrace lulls him to sleep.

But this summer's end heralds the arrival of three ill omens: a lost bird, thousands of miles from home; a beautiful student with whom he shares an insidious past...

...and a mysterious painting, a disturbing work of grotesque perfection that awakens a surreal nightmare.

Enter the world of FORSAKEN, where evil lives in art.

Where abstract children escape from a canvas prison to stalk the quiet halls of a happy home.

Where painted clocks tick-tock away in the dark hours before dawn, and a missing dog whimpers from between the walls.

And where all answers lead to a dark artist and an impossible creation, a cursed canvas with a twisted past that threatens to destroy his family, devour his sanity, and consume all that lay eyes upon it.

Curl up, if you dare, with a dark debut novel that readers are calling: "Beautifully written" -- "A 'Must Read'" -- "Super creepy" -- "Amazing!"

Fans of Clive Barker, Stephen King, and Peter Straub will find this dark novel written for them. FORSAKEN is a throwback to the dark tales that seep beneath the skin and come to a boil, where the real and surreal blend together, and the words within are best not read before bed!

- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles