Isis, Vampires and Ghosts – Oh My!
Other World Series
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Hague Publishing
Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist: Jade Zivanovic
Too late to save her sister’s life, Stephanie Anders must now try to save her soul from the vampire who has possessed her, Branwyre, eighteenth vampire Lord of the Aegean. With only the aid of the ghost of a pissed-off Buddhist monk with a potty mouth and the modern day Priestess of Isis, Stephanie must take on demons and other denizens of a world she knows nothing about if she is to succeed in banishing Branwyre.
But even more difficult than that, she must learn how to forgive her sister Estella for what she did to her if she is to have even half a chance of saving her soul.
Welcome to a world within our own – the Other World.
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wl_GYTFkU1c
Available at Hague Publishing
Extract from Isis, Vampires and Ghosts – Oh My! by Janis Hill
Estella had the grace and timing to wake up just after I’d hauled her dead weight, literally, into
the chair and balanced it there long enough the grab the rope.
“By the Light of Isis, what do you think you’re doing?” Her tone was nearly petulant enough to
be the old Estella asking me, not the new peace-and-love one.
“Following your High Priestess’ instructions.” I grunted while tying her hands behind her back as
best I could, before continuing to wrap the rope around her and the chair.
“But why are you tying me to a chair now?” she asked, aghast to realise just how tight I had done
it. “Branwyre can’t take over until night time. We’ve got at least another hour.”
Ignoring her question for a moment, I snatched her right foot and tied it to the corresponding
chair leg. Then, ignoring the attempted kick, did the same to her left one.
“Roxanna clearly states in her instructions here to gather the required items, purify them and set it
all up, you included.” I waved the note at her before continuing to wrap her legs, backside and chair in the
rope. Yeah, I’d gotten a decent amount. Who says two for one sales are a waste of time? “Nowhere in her
instructions does it say we should stop for coffee and a chat. When I’ve got as much of it ready as I can
before moonrise, I can actually have a rest. You know, something even we non-undead need to do from
time to time.”
She went to protest, I even paused to watch the show I felt she was about to perform, but other
than gaping a few times like a stunned fish, she stayed quiet. Wow, this Light of Isis was amazing if it
could prevent the Queen of Whinge from speaking.
“Fine then,” she finally managed, a slight sulky tone to her voice. “But how am I meant to eat
I sighed; I hadn’t honestly thought of that, going along the lines that she was dead. Yes she was
an animated corpse right now, but dead was dead. You shouldn’t have to provide meals for them.
“Nowhere in my instructions does it say I have to feed you.” I muttered. Then feeling I should
relent a little as she’d found it within herself to be nicer. “But how about I order pizza, and you eat it cold
later. Surely even the Light of Isis can’t have cured you of your cold pizza habits.”
She sighed, but said no more for a moment. Didn’t even pout, which surprised me even more than
“I do wish you’d be more respectful of Isis and her purifying Light,” is all she eventually said as I
was adding a few more knots to the back of the chair.
“Uh-huh.” I was more interested in making sure I’d done a good job, than listen to a lecture on
appropriate religious respect. Especially from someone who in the past hadn’t held any respect for anyone
“And no dinner is fine; I don’t seem to have the need to eat that often anymore.” She continued,
trying to watch me over her shoulder. “I won’t have you dissing cold pizza though.”
“Sure!” I said, standing back and wiping sweat from my brow and then my hands on my dress.
I remembered I was still in one of my best ‘sombre but not kinky’ little black dresses, not having had a
chance to change. So Roxanna’s wodge of cash was buying me a few clothes tomorrow, too. Why not!
If I wasn’t allowed to go home until this was all over, she owed me at least a pair of jeans and clean
underwear. I checked the instructions again. Okay, so all items purified, sister roped tightly into chair.
Salt time! Boy I hoped the motel’s maid service wouldn’t be too pissed at me, or at least wouldn’t notice
until after we’d left.
Janis grew up in and around Darwin, Australia, and its rural surrounds. As a child, she spent a lot of time around 'science geeks' at the Darwin University, where her father was a lecturer for many years. It took her a long time to realize that not everyone got to grow up like that or could relate to all the Science Labs scenes in the old Dr Who.
Janis now lives in the Adelaide Hills with her husband and 3 children, lovingly referred to as the ‘Demonic Hordes’. She is a semi-retired ICT Support Officer who, when not writing, takes pride in her work as a Haus Frau while dabbling in the art of translating century old cookery books into modern recipes to experiment on her family with.
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