Dark Shadows Release Day Blitz

 

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My name’s Ella Raimi.

Until last week, my life was pretty normal for a sixteen-year-old. Until I spent that awful night trapped in the janitor’s closet in utter darkness. Until the dreams began — suffocating, panic-filled dreams. My best friend Kyla stays with me, but the dreams still continue. And I wake each morning with cuts & burns on my skin. I don’t recall inflicting them.

And then there is the blood on my hands and my sheets when I wake up.

I’m afraid of myself.

I’m afraid I am a killer.

 

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Toni Vallan is the author of two contemporary titles in the contemporary suspense series DESPERATION, and her ongoing Thriller line. Toni loves the dark side of the soul, and studied to become a neuropsychologist. A career path taken over by her first love – writing.
Toni lives in the land of the Hobbits, and secretly wants a Hobbit house, although her husband and two daughters may not agree.

 

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DARK SHADOWS

Psychological Thriller/Horror

Releasing 16th November 2015

My name’s Ella Raimi.
Until last week, my life was pretty normal for a sixteen-year-old. Until I spent that awful night trapped in the janitor’s closet in utter darkness. Until the dreams began — suffocating, panic-filled dreams. My best friend Kyla stays with me, but the dreams still continue. And I wake each morning with cuts & burns on my skin. I don’t recall inflicting them.
And then there is the blood on my hands and my sheets when I wake up.
I’m afraid of myself.
I’m afraid I am a killer.
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This is a standalone title within Toni’s Horror line. More titles to follow in 2016

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Beautiful Collision Release Day – The fight against Human Trafficking


 

So the big day is finally here and Beautiful Collision is entering the world and will be available for a special low price of $.99 for the next 2 days. Book 2, Beautiful Conviction is also available on preorder.

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Eighteen year old Gray McAllister is on the run. Leaving her dangerous past behind her is easier said than done, even when she finds herself at last able to forge a new life.

But then the planets align and Gray finds herself bumping into super-hot Thane Blackwell. Drooling over him from afar is safe but that’s only until she is forced to look after Thane while he recovers from surgery.

Being holed up in her apartment is a bad, bad idea. Can Gray control the fire that Thane seems to light inside her, or will she give in to her deepest desires. Can Thane achieve his goal without hurting Gray in the process?

The stakes are impossibly high, but love and lies don’t play nice with each other. Will Gray’s past catch up with her first? Or will Thane’s own secrets explode and tear them apart?

 

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Book 2 in the Desperation series.

Gray McAllister is taken back to Roshkov’s house, having found that leaving her past behind is nearly impossible.
Thane Blackwell is determined to save her, and will go to any length to succeed.

Gray’s heart is broken, her freedom taken away, but she is still protected by Alexei. But reality has a way of laying the cards on the table and with the harsh truth of sex trafficking staring Gray in the face, she soon faces a decision that will change her life. And maybe put her life in danger.

Can Gray go up against her captors? Can she do some good while she is held within the mansion? And when the time comes will she be able to lay her life on the line for all the women held in the basement?

The stakes are impossibly high in this final installment of the Desperation series, but courage, family and love may be the only way to come out alive.

About Toni Vallan

Toni Vallan is the author of two contemporary titles in the contemporary suspense series DESPERATION, and her ongoing Thriller line. Toni loves the dark side of the soul, and studied to become a neuropsychologist. A career path taken over by her first love – writing.
Toni lives in the land of the Hobbits, and secretly wants a Hobbit house, although her husband and two daughters may not agree.
Authors Note
Human trafficking is a reality that most people would like to file away in the ‘This Can’t be Real’ basket. We have a responsibility to ourselves to ensure that we don’t stick our heads under the sand, we don’t put ourselves in harm’s way, and we don’t encourage or fund these businesses.Human trafficking is a reality that most people would like to file away in the ‘This Can’t be Real’ basket. We have a responsibility to ourselves to ensure that we don’t stick our heads under the sand, we don’t put ourselves in harm’s way, and we don’t encourage or fund these businesses.
Awareness is key, and people need to know that human trafficking is a real thing. The statistics, the investigation, the victims. They are all there. We just need to open our eyes or it will continue to happen around us. And we need to stop being naive.Awareness is key, and people need to know that human trafficking is a real thing. The statistics, the investigation, the victims. They are all there. We just need to open our eyes or it will continue to happen around us. And we need to stop being naive.
Be aware that Beautiful Collision is not a romance. At this point I’m still not sure where to file it – contemporary suspense is the most likely label. Being such a difficult book to write, I sometimes felt conflicted about having two people fall passionately into each other’s arms within such a horror-filled backdrop, and there were many days when just couldn’t bear to write another scene. A huge part of me felt that romanticizing this seedy underworld was wrong, which conflicted quite a lot with Gray and Thane’s growing relationship. So I tried to keep it real.Be aware that Beautiful Collision is not a romance. At this point I’m still not sure where to file it – contemporary suspense is the most likely label. Being such a difficult book to write, I sometimes felt conflicted about having two people fall passionately into each other’s arms within such a horror-filled backdrop, and there were many days when just couldn’t bear to write another scene. A huge part of me felt that romanticizing this seedy underworld was wrong, which conflicted quite a lot with Gray and Thane’s growing relationship. So I tried to keep it real.
Within Beautiful Collision, sex trafficking is the backdrop, and the Russian mob are the bad guys. Instead of making the dad next door the antagonist, I chose a believable villain – the mob. But don’t believe that parents and trafficking are mutually exclusive either. Traffickers are all around us – teachers, bosses, parents, mobsters, drug-dealers, conglomerates, clothing companies. Name it and there has been a trafficker to match.Within Beautiful Collision, sex trafficking is the backdrop, and the Russian mob are the bad guys. Instead of making the dad next door the antagonist, I chose a believable villain – the mob. But don’t believe that parents and trafficking are mutually exclusive either. Traffickers are all around us – teachers, bosses, parents, mobsters, drug-dealers, conglomerates, clothing companies. Name it and there has been a trafficker to match.
Human Trafficking can either be for sex or labor purposes, with over 40% of reported cases in America alone. Trafficking is a worldwide problem, and affects people of all ages and genders.Human Trafficking can either be for sex or labor purposes, with over 40% of reported cases in America alone. Trafficking is a worldwide problem, and affects people of all ages and genders.
Despite the world’s insistence to hide the existence of this rot within our society, there are people out there who are making inroads and creating awareness.Despite the world’s insistence to hide the existence of this rot within our society, there are people out there who are making inroads and creating awareness.
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Human Trafficking (2005) – starring Mira Sorvino and Donald Sutherland
CNN Freedom Project – Every day in Cambodia

And if you thought this wasn’t a real problem, here is the link to the FBI initiative

http://www.fbi.gov/about-us/investigate/civilrights/human_trafficking

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If you are interested in finding out more, the below links are the best place to start:
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Please feel free to email me should you have any questionsPlease feel free to email me should you have any questions

Email Toni Vallan at tonivallan@gmail.com

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Beautiful Conviction Pre-Order available 27th May

Look out for the second and final instalment of Gray and Thane’s story, pre-order coming 27th May 2015

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Warning: Some content of the Desperation series may be considered rape trauma triggers. The series focuses heavily on the realistic aspects of human sex trafficking.

Beautiful Collision – due to release late May 2015



BEAUTIFUL COLLISION is a contemporary suspense novel that focuses on human trafficking. My intent is to create an awareness that human trafficking exists whether it is to supply the sex trade, or the slave trade. The novel begins a young girl who is running from a Mafia boss, thinking she has eluded him she attempts to settle down into a normal life, but unbeknownst to her, the actions of a number of different people soon begin to impact on her. 

In case you are interested I’ve included a sample Chapter One of BEAUTIFUL COLLISION below. If you like the sample chapter there is a link to click that enables you to receive 2 more FREE chapters.
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CHAPTER ONE

–Gray–

I know what the deer feels like when the hunter has her in his sights, has the barrel of his rifle aimed at her head, finger slowly pressing down on the trigger. Every step, every breath I take feels like it’s on borrowed time and I hate it with such a passion that it makes that iron fist that always holds onto my gut, tighten with vicious enjoyment.

My muscles in my throat are taut as I turn my head and allow my eyes to travel up and down the busy street. I squint against the sun streaming down on my head. It’s cheerful brightness mocks me. The oversize sunglasses help against the glare, and maybe it helps to hide me a little too. I don’t know. If someone is watching me right now I’ll never be able to tell. I plan to get better at it soon.

Or else I’m going to be the one looking down the barrel of a gun.

My heart thuds as I cross Larkin and enter the cool hall of San Francisco’s main public library. I push the sunglasses up onto my head and scan the hall as I keep moving. The atrium is enough to stop any visitor in their tracks, high and airy and all glass, but I don’t stop to stare because I have a purpose. I’m not here to sight-see. I follow the signs to the first floor, worn sneakers silent on the marble floor tiles.

As I move I tug the leather cuff on my right wrist, ensuring it stays in place. The leather hides a truth that I’d rather not see. Call it denial, but I haven’t fallen apart yet so out of sight, out of mind has helped me this far.

I enter General Fiction and inhale the unique scent of books; ink and dust and paper. I hurry along the silent aisles, reading off the spine labels under my breath, in search of Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake. I smile, thinking how strange that Alexei would even know who Blake was.

But maybe I am being naive. How would I know what kind of life Alexei had led when I’d known him for only the briefest time. I hadn’t seen the old man in weeks and a few times I’d wondered how smart it was to have contacted him in the first place. He’d given me his card, yes, but that didn’t mean I should have used it. It didn’t mean I should have made him part of my problem.

My heels squeak on the polished wood floor, and the sound echoes around me. Too loud. I look around from beneath nondescript black bangs that skim my eyebrows, the edge jagged much like the rest of my short wig.

I look around. The room was far from empty, with the nearest person being a young guy his nose in a book as he stands beside a showcase of the latest bestsellers. He’s harmless.

My heart thumps and I try to calm my nerves. I’m careful, I’m aware. Nothing’s going to happen. And yet . . . I’m still nervous. I slip into a row and immediately I’m hemmed in by shelves that rise a foot higher than the top of my head. If I’ve disturbed anyone or drawn attention from the wrong sort, I can’t tell now.

I lift my weight onto the balls of my feet, and hurry down the aisle. Moving quickly, I find the B’s, and run a finger along the spines until I reach Blake. It takes seconds to find Songs, and I feel a sudden stab of fear. What if someone’s loaned out the copy I need? What then? Keep coming back for that particular copy? How would I explain why I want that specific book? Why hadn’t I thought this through?

I stiffen with fear.

Get a grip, Gray. Don’t borrow trouble. That’s what Dad used to say. Don’t go worrying about something that hasn’t happened yet, Gray. If you want to worry, just let the crap happen first. You never know, you just might have nothing to worry about in the end.
Good advice.

Taking a deep breath, I tilt the book toward me. A fine layer of dust coats the tops of the surrounding books and only my copy is clean. I slide it out and I hold its weight in my hand, then flip open the back cover.

My heart slams against my ribs. Please be the right one, I pray even when I know praying is stupid. What use are prayers when nobody hears them. I run my fingers over the paper that covers the hard surface of the inside cover. There. A small bump beneath the surface. Just where Alexei had said it would be.

I shut the cover and exit the stacks, forcing my gait to remain relaxed, my neck to stay calm. Anyone watching would see a girl with short cropped dark hair, long bangs, sloppy jeans and sneakers, off to the tables to read a book or to study. Not a girl so scared out of her wits, that the hands holding the book have a slight tremor to them.

I force myself to stroll to a desk at the far end of the library, one that’s hidden from prying eyes. I sit and try hard not to look around. Nonchalant. I have to act like I have no care in the world. It has taken weeks to learn to stop looking behind me all the time, to learn that even from a distance a person could notice the small things like the tightness in your neck or shoulder that indicates awareness and the desire to flee, that indicates fear. Sure, I’d learned not to look like I was running from something, but that didn’t mean I’d stopped completely. So, I can’t afford to get careless.
I whisper the words under my breath, like a prayer, over and over again. ‘Get careless, get dead.’ It’s kept me alive so far.

I calmly set the book on the table before me. I can see the age of the paper, yellow with ragged edges. I reach for the knife inside my bag, it’s nothing more than a letter-opener but it will do the job. I slide the sharp edge beneath the overlying paper glued to the hard back cover. The glue stretches, like strings of a stubborn cobweb. The knife slips through them, snapping the threads and releasing the paper to reveal what hides beneath.
A slim brown envelope.

Alexei had come through for me. I slide the envelope out of the space and close the book softly. With a sigh of relief, I shove the envelope into my stained backpack before throwing it over my shoulder. I grab the book and saunter back to the stacks to return it to its place. Then, my heart thudding, I head out of the library and down the stairs slowly, as if I have no place to be.

Emerging into the sunlight, I slide my sunglasses onto my face and skip down the steps. I scan the street, the cars, the bus that slows down at the stop, the trees across the street. So many faces but none seem interested in me. I don’t give myself the chance to enjoy any sense of relief. I turn and head home.

Or what I consider home for the next five minutes. I used to hear people say ‘Home is where the heart is’ but what about when you don’t have a heart or if you have no place in the world that you care to be in? What then? Well, then even a cardboard box under a bridge somewhere will do. Nobody even looks at the homeless anymore. And it saddens me that I must take advantage of the cold heart and the blind eye of society.

I have to make one stop before I am on my way. Hiding isn’t easy when you can’t cook yourself a meal, when food must be stolen or begged for, or the cheapest takeout available.
I walk in the direction of the nearest burger place. It doesn’t matter which one, as long as I can grab a couple of dirt-cheap burgers. I stand waiting for my order, head down, scanning faces beneath my lashes. I’m always watching, always searching.

The boy in the black jeans, skateboard in hand, could be anyone. FBI, undercover cop, killer for hire. Or maybe he’s just a kid with a skateboard. I sigh to myself, the ‘always on edge’ feeling rests against my chest like a tangible thing. Like one of those round weights that fit on the end of a barbell, maybe a fifty pound weight will be appropriate for what hangs around my heart.

My order is called and I grab the bag and head out into the fresh air, breathing deeply of sunshine and suspicion as I walk faster and faster. When I look behind me, skater boy is watching me, bag in hand. Then he crosses the street and rips his paper bag open, his eyes only for his burger.

I suppress the sigh of relief, then snap my gaze back to my route, the roundabout way I use so as to lose anyone who may be on my trail. I’m always careful, doubling back, watching out for anyone suspicious, eyes always peeled, bones always tense, jaw always tight. So much tension, but my life depends on it.

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