Release Day Blitz: The Hunter Awakens by Joe Roper

HAPPY RELEASE DAY JOE!!!!

 

Today it's release day for Joe Roper's The Hunter Awakens!!! *throws confetti and dances a happy dance*

Remember to join the party tonight 7-9 PM EST over at Facebook.

 

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When thirteen-year-old Ethan Morus is forced to stay on his grandparent's old farm, he expects to find weathered barns, rusty tools, and a creaky house in need of fresh paint. What he doesn’t expect is to hear a legend placing his family at the center of an ancient treasure hunt. Or find burial chambers protected by poltergeists, or a secret lair guarded by an ancient beast. And least of all, Ethan doesn’t suspect that powerful sorcerers are watching his every move.

They've found Ethan and believe he is from a line of treasure hunters who possess a rare instinct to locate powerful artifacts. Whether he has the instinct or not, Ethan is faced with a choice—search the Morus property and find what they want or lose yet another family member.

You can buy The Hunter Awakens HERE

 

I write speculative fiction because I love it! I never liked to read until I discovered Harry Potter and when the series ended, I decided to write my own stories. Now, I’m busy creating worlds and characters to fill them. Writing is my passion. Reading is a close second.

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The sorcerer gripped his staff with both hands and pointed the end toward the setting sun, the direction of Roseville. He lowered it slowly and spun, drawing a wide circle where grass shriveled. The smell of scorched earth forced Mel to hold her breath. She hated the smell of anything burnt and the old rock beneath the grass smelled like the burning of ancient bones. Within moments, clouds rolled overhead. The orb’s red light pierced the early dark. The sorcerer grasped for the sky with his left hand and spoke an incantation that the wind swept away. The last sliver of sunlight winked out, as if a shawl had been drawn over the sky. A fog chased up the hill like a tidal wave and clouded Mel’s view. The fog moved upward and the sky rippled with a surge of power. All heavenly lights darkened and Mel aimed a thrower in the direction of the sorcerer. If he knew she was here and came looking for her, it’d be his last act on Earth. She feared no one. She was Hellish Mel.