Keira Kroft

 Keira Kroft is far from being just an amazing novelist. She doesn't set, creating world's of tantalizing tales day after day, sipping coffee and having her shoulders messaged by the strong hands of her lover. No, there is more than meets the eye to this wordsmith, even if she does seem to live in a world of mystical bliss.

Keira owns two companies that has nothing to do with the child-care and the work she does as a novelist, and she is the one who manages to keep it all on a smooth running scale...I still haven't figured out how she does all that she does. This woman goes right under my very short list of women who are known as "Super Woman" Women who not only have a family to care for, but a full time job....not to mention a company to run 'she has two', a group of people to keep happy, sites to keep flowing and blogs to fill, people to talk with and contracts seal...and then find the time to create world's so we can set back and chill!

Keira Kroft is "Super Woman" ...aka...Dawn Binkely owner of Hellfire Publishing and Co. Owner of Hellfire Comics. She is an author with Decadent Publishing and has put a story out with HP and has promised to release more.

Glow In The Dark:

Blurb

Determined to be out from her mother’s ruling and no-good soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, Corey Nolan exercises her independence with a place to call her own and a job that doesn’t pay well, but it takes care of the rent and she enjoys it. Her life is full and her young daughter is happy, there is no room for distractions, until she meets a local firefighter—who stirs an immediate forbidden attraction. In need for control, she tries to ignore Jake Gilroy, but circumstances bring her closer to him when someone is hell bent on destroying her.

Dutiful playboy Jake is known as the smoking hot fireman. First time he sets eyes on Corey, he knows he wants her, but when threats and strange occurrences start to happen, he finds the need to protect her and give more than he’s ever given any another woman.

Being together maybe more than they bargained for, when their desire for each other becomes a matter of life and death…

Excerpt:

Jake slid his fingers down her arm and across her wrist. A spark lit through her. She gasped and her gaze locked with his. She made no attempt to draw away. Corey couldn’t…she didn’t want to.

“How is it?” he glanced at her scraped and bruised elbow.

Coming out of the trance, she lifted her arm and showed him the slight injury. “Oh, it’s fine.”

“I would have been over sooner, but the other guys got you, and I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed.”

Corey couldn’t conjure up a response. What he said, and how he said it, turned her knees to jelly. She felt like the high school girl who was just noticed by the popular jock. She couldn’t stop staring at his soft, dark brown eyes, even though a sensible voice in her head told her to just walk away and forget him.

“I’m very sorry. But I really have to go.” She peeked around his massive chest to the men beyond. “It was so nice meeting you guys,” she called over, waving. She turned to pick up her bike, then pushed it along and hopped on.

“Stop by anytime,” she heard Jake yell behind her.

She smiled but didn’t turn around. Glancing at her watch, she’d realized she was supposed to have started her first day of work eight minutes ago. Fear made her petal faster.

She hoped she hadn’t lost the job already. But what if she did? How would she pay rent? How would she feed Molly?

Bad Moon Rising Over OZ:

Bad Moon Rising Over Oz is a version of, The Wizard of Oz like nothing you’ve ever read before...

It is not for the squeamish or the weak.

Auntie Em has made a deal with the devil. She gave up her niece, Dorothy’s soul in exchange for a plentiful harvest. Em was smart and worked a clause into the contract. Satan could only have Dorothy’s soul in death, but she must also agree to meet the dark lord himself and shake his hand. Everything is going splendid until…

Dorothy unaware of her untimely demise or any satanic contract embarks on a journey through the Land of Oz, seeking the great Wizard in hopes that he will return her safely home. As she unwittingly marches through hell, she begins to notice that nothing and no one is what it seems and there is no turning back…

There is indeed a bad moon rising over Oz.

 EXCERPT:

  The intact house finally landed on the ground. Dorothy awoke to her vomit-covered pooch licking her face. Toto had turned back into a dog, and she would be none the wiser. Dorothy rose from the floor, where she’d been lying in a pool of her own blood. She got up very easily due to the adrenaline pumping through her body. She went into the living room and ran out the front door, unable to believe her eyes.           

    Stopping, she rubbed the back off her head, feeling that it was fine. Then she stuck her hands out in front of her and examined them closely. “Toto, my fingers are fine and my head feels great; but that’s weird, I have blood all over me.”

    Dorothy heard the sound of birds chirping. Lush daisies and other fragrant arrangements extended out far as the eye could see. She heard giggling, and one by one, people emerged up from the flower beds. They were much shorter than Dorothy, and had petite features. Although these people were small, they were definitely grown adults. There was a whole legion of them, enough to fill an entire city. Dorothy thought they were so adorable. Their elf-like hats had little bells on them that jingled when they walked.

   An elegant woman came towards her. She was dressed in white and looked exactly like what Dorothy imagined an angel would look like. But she couldn’t be a soldier of God, could she? No, I am alive. I can’t be dead, can I? “Is this heaven?” Dorothy blurted.

    The angelic–looking woman and the little people couldn’t contain their hysterical laughter. “No, this is definitely not heaven. But you are a hero, Miss Dorothy.”

   “A hero?”

   “You saved us. You killed the evil Witch of the East and you have freed our people, so it’s only right that you have her shoes,” the woman dressed in white explained.

   “I can’t take her shoes, it wouldn’t be right. How do I even know if they will fit?”

   “They are magical shoes. Look at the way the rubies shimmer in the sunlight. Those shoes are the only thing you have to save you!” The woman said as she waved her magic wand, and the shoes lifted off. “I had actually brought them for you, but she stole them.”

   The woman in white didn’t explain, but she was referring to the most powerful witch to ever live. She practiced the darkest of magic. Even in death, she ruled by the side of the dark one. When the witch’s heart was set on something or someone, she couldn’t be stopped; and she wanted Dorothy’s soul for her master.

   “Those shoes don’t look very comfortable. Don’t you have another pair in the house?” a little man with bright green hair inquired. “You have a very long journey home.”

   “I can go home?” Dorothy squealed.

   “Yes, you can. Now go, change into something comfortable,” he explained. What was left of Dorothy’s welcoming committee were pushing the front of their hands forward, motioning her to go change her blood stained attire.

   Dorothy returned wearing a charming knee length blue and white cotton dress, including a red bonnet that matched her shoes. Even though her hat was the same color, it didn’t have the sparkle the shoes had.

   A very petite, almost pretty munchkin walked up to Dorothy. “You look very nice, but why are you in such a pretty dress and fancy shoes?”

   “I wanted to look nice for my family when I get back home. Besides, my feet feel wonderful.”

    The little woman proceeded to try to pull the shoes off her feet, but Dorothy jumped back. “You don’t touch those,” she snapped.

   “But you must go to the city of Emeralds and ask to see the great wizard. He will help you get home, but it’s a long journey,” the small woman explained.

   “How do I find this Emerald place?” Dorothy couldn’t wait to get home.

   “You must follow the yellow brick road.” The group of small ones replied by smiling. Their hats jingled as they disappeared back into the flowers.

   Dorothy looked down. The road before her appeared to be bricks made of pure gold, traced with silver grout. A little bluebird landed on her shoulder and sang a cute song. Dorothy crooked her finger at Toto, picked up her basket that housed her lunch, and they set out on their journey.

   As Dorothy walked away, unbeknownst to her, the flowers turned to ash, and the munchkins had turned into little demons with ugly, red faces. The road behind her was now paved with broken bones and crushed human skulls. The sun had turned to black.

COMING SOON....

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