Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Paranoia Preview

Here's a taste of what to expect from the Paranoia short story. The story take place between Book 2 and three....

Over three years ago, the Nero virus infected eighty percent of Britain’s population. It turned otherwise normal people into biters. The biters were violent and angry creatures and only interested in one thing—eating the flesh of the uninfected. Months after the disease broke out, society fell apart. There was no more government, no police, and no army. There’s no shopping, no television, no internet, no mobile phones and no news about what was really going on.

Three Days Ago

“We’re not going to make it,” Zola Bonnet’s eighteen-year-old boyfriend, Juan MontaƱo, turned to her, as he fought to steady the controls of their helicopter.
The helicopter they’d commandeered from the American Embassy in Paris was now descending quickly into a thick fog over the English Channel.
“No, Juan, you promised you’d get us to safety,” Cheryl Donaldson yelled at the older boy. “We can’t die up here!”
“Trust me, we not going to die up here. The crash will kill us,” Juan retorted, irritated at Cheryl’s constant and never ending whining.
This time, Zola shared Cheryl’s concerns. She’d never faced dying this closely before. Luck had always been on her side. When the biters overran her school, Zola wasn’t there because she’d skipped that day. Later, when a swarm infested her stepmother’s boutique stepmother worked, Zola had been hanging out at the American Embassy with her boyfriend Juan.
The survivors in the American embassy were able to withstand the siege of fleshers for years and she was saved in the process. When the American Embassy finally fell to the biters, Zola and her group had gotten out just ahead of the swarm. Next, they had accidentally stumbled across an abandoned, fully functional, fuelled FRANCE 2 news crew helicopter. She also learned then, that Juan knew how to fly it.
Now Juan was telling her that their luck was running out? Her gaze dropped to her ivory hands and she remembered the carnage when the Embassy in Madrid finally fell to the infected. The four teenagers had been the only survivors when that compound ran out of ammunition. Cheryl’s father, the American Ambassador of Paris had been one of the first to be infected.
“Do we have any parachutes?” Desperately, Cheryl started to unfasten her seat belt.
Zola stopped her.
“Cheryl, there aren’t any parachutes, this is a news helicopter,” Seventeen-year-old, Dale Winters the fourth member of their survival group added.
“At least we weren’t ripped to death by biters,” Cheryl tried to joke.
Zola forced a grim smile, even though it wasn’t funny.
“We’re going down—guys,” Juan gritted out through clenched teeth while trying to guide the helicopter.
Dale gripped her arm, as the craft plummeted. “Z, I know you know this—”
“Please don’t,” she implored. “Dale, don’t go there. Not now.”
“I need to say it. I love you!” His clutch tightened.
“Crud.” Zola glanced at her boyfriend, Juan.
He was obliviously focusing on trying to keep them alive.
 “Dale, don’t do this, it’s not fair. Juan is sitting inches away, are you---?” she replied.
“I don’t care and right now that doesn’t matter. I love you. I’ve loved you from the first moment you tried to steal my dad’s car,” Dale continued. “Since we’re dying? You need to know.”
This wasn’t the way she wanted to die, awkwardly trying to decide what to tell one of her best friends. “Dale, this isn’t fair. This isn’t the time.” She glanced around and saw Cheryl sitting with her eyes tightly shut, seemingly petrified of what terror might await them when they hit the ground.
“There won’t be another time. I know you feel the same way.”
“You don’t know how I feel.”
“I see it all the time in the way you look at me. Before we die, just tell me I’m not alone in this. For once, please be honest with me,” he pleaded.
“We’re not going to die.” She closed her eyes and lied. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“No, just tell me the truth.”
Placing her hands against his dark chocolate skin, she kept her eyes closed and shook her head.
“I get it. Your father didn’t want you dating a black guy, but Zola, that was a whole world away. It never mattered then, and it doesn’t matter now.”
When she’d met Dale, she thought he was smart, amazing and incredibly hot, but her father hadn’t been thrilled about him because he was Jamaican. But that wasn’t the reason she’d never acted on her attraction to him. It was because she was with Juan and he was a great guy.
The helicopter jolted downward.
“I thought you could fly this thing, Juan?” Cheryl shrieked.
“Z, you do like me? I mean really like me,” Dale whispered.
“Yes.” She nodded as Dale kissed her tenderly.
“I…” She kissed him back lightly, and then it became intense. She didn’t know why she did it, but it just felt right.
“Zola—” Juan glared back at her in confusion.
She jerked away from Dale.
“Are you two serious? Is this the path y’all going to take right now?” Cheryl shrieked. “Seriously!”
“I’m going to kill you!” Juan exclaimed.
“Look, there’s land.” Dale pointed below.
“Don’t even speak,” Juan growled the words back at him.
“No, Juan. Look, there’s land!” Cheryl banged against the glass. “There’s an island down there. There’re houses down there and that means—people!”
“Can you land?” Zola looked out of the window. Through the thick fog, she glimpsed the hills and houses below.
“If there are people, biters are probably down there too,” Juan warned. “If we crash, then we’re going to attract the infected from miles around.”
“But it’s an island, so there won’t be a lot of biters out there. We might be able to overpower them.” Dale estimated.
“Or—they’ll kill us all,” cried Cheryl.
“But we’ll drown in the channel if we don’t get more fuel.” Zola pointed out. “We’ll land, so at least, we’ve got a chance at surviving. If we don’t, we’ll die out here.”
“If he can even land,” Cheryl stated as tears ran down her plump red cheeks.
“Girl, shut up,” Zola snapped as she clenched her hands together.
Dale put his hands over hers, holding them tight.
She was amazed at how much safer she felt because he did that.
“I think there’s enough gas.” Juan fought to keep his hands on the cyclic stick which manoeuvred the aircraft. “Just have a little faith and we might—”
Violently, the craft rocked.
Juan swore as he struggled with the throttle control.
The helicopter bounced and jolted them all violently. Then, silence fell all around them, with only the panicked sounds of their rapid breathing echoing in the small interior.
Amazingly, he was able to get them down in one piece, albeit with a loud crash
“We made it!” Cheryl unbuckled her seat belt and rose up.
“Juan.” Snapping out of her seat belt, Zola jumped into the front seat next to him. Her first instinct was to explain to him what had happened with Dale. “I’m sorry, I…”
He was hunched over the dashboard.
“Babes.” Zola shook him gently, but he didn’t respond. “Can you hear me?” Lifting is head back, she saw blood trickling down the side of his face.
“He hit his head on impact,” Dale assumed as he moved to the front, next to her.
Checking his pulse, she felt a weak heartbeat. “He’s alive.” Relieved, she kissed Juan’s bloody forehead. “We‘ve got to move him from here and get to safety before biters show up.”
“Um, I don’t think we’re going to be able to move—him,” Cheryl stuttered. “It might be—better to stay in here for a while.”
“Cheryl, unless you’re going to be helpful, keep your mouth shut.” Zola wasn’t ready to listen to anymore of Cheryl’s whining, especially where Juan’s safety was concerned.
“No, I’m serious. Z, we can’t take him anyway,” she replied.
Irate, Zola turned back to face her friend, but paused when she saw about twenty armed men who were moving towards them.
“Like I said, there‘s no way we can get out of here.” Trembling, Cheryl turned back to Dale and Zola. “What do we do?”
Dale looked over at Zola. “At least they don’t look infected.”
“We’ll talk to them,” Zola decided aloud. “It’s not like there’s anywhere we can hide and Juan needs a doctor.” She moved to open the side door.
One of the men outside yelled something.
“What did you say?” Zola continued to open the door, but they fired at her.
Shutting the door, she ducked down into the aircraft and waited.
After a few minutes of strained silence, a man called out, “Stay in the vessel.”
“We get that!” Zola screamed back as she climbed back into the seat next to Juan.
There was more silence, as they waited for what would come next.
Soon, the side door opened and a teenage boy with curly hair looked inside. “They’re just a bunch of kids.”
“My boyfriend is hurt.” Zola pointed to Juan who was still out cold. “Is there anyone here who can help him?”
The teenager had a crossbow strapped over his back. “Sure, we’ve got a few doctors on the island. But you’ll probably have to talk to the Major about that first.”
One by one, Zola’s group were led out of the helicopter and were checked thoroughly for weapons. Juan was taken away by a few men, but no one told Zola where he was taken.
While this was going on, she noticed a tall black bearded man watching from the distance. The crossbow boy told her he was the Major, but she wasn’t sure if the man was an actual major, most likely he was some local who wanted to feel important. Either way, he seemed like the man in charge and the one who was going to tell her what was going on.
 She marched up to him. “You need to tell me what’s going to happen to us.”
“I don’t have to tell you anything.” The Major walked away.
“Why did you try to kill us?” She chased after him.
“Those were warning shots, you were in no real danger.” The Major inspected the damage on the helicopter. “And most importantly the vessel is still in good shape.”
“You think I’m going to give you our helicopter?” She demanded.
Your helicopter? You work for the FRANCE 2 News?” Major gave her a cynical smirk as he signalled to his men. “You’re all going to be quarantined.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me where Juan is being taken.”
“Funny, how you think I have to answer any of your questions. You have two choices; either do what you’re told and stay on the island or take your helicopter and leave now.” The Major strode away. 


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

By Bisi Leyton
Copyright© 2012 Bisi Leyton

No part of this story may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied for reviews.


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Sunday, 20 April 2014

My Writing Process -- Blog Tour

I'd like to thank Lolah Lace inviting me to the blog tour. 

1)     What am I working on?

I'm working on a paranormal young adult romance.

2)     How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I don't really know how different this book is as I don't read other books in this genre. I try not to read a lot of books by authors who write similar things to me, as I don't want to subconsciously affect my vision.

3)     Why do I write what I do?
I enjoy romance, reading it and writing it.

4)     How does your writing process work?
I brainstorm ideas and put together an outline. Once that's done I start writing until I'm done.

Sunday, 26 January 2014

Giveaway and Spotlight On: Blood Prophecy II by Barb Jones

When you are in love with the one you fear and hate the most, it leaves you no options. How can you fight her, protect her, when all it would do is leave you in pieces?
Amber and Chloe are pulled deeper in the Prophecy that revealed itself at the moment they became friends. Michael is pulled into different directions. One to love and protect his Queen or to join forces with the Vampire Hunter and kill the Queen before the Blood Prophecy is revealed. His choie along with the birth of the Child from a vampire and witch marks the intensity of the Blood Prophecy. Once the child is born, the path of the prophecy is laid out and Amber must obey that path.
Could she unite the races or destroy them all with the child?


Malakai had a special connection to Amber, though for the life of him, he couldn’t remember how or why. The only thing that he could remember was the message he had to tell her. He cleared his throat as his fingers ran through this hair. Normally, Malakai’s hair was always tied back, but since his injuries the night before, his hair was wild and long. He began to speak to Amber.

“My blood continues to flow yet boils as I haven’t been able to finish what I started. Know this, vampire bitch, the Chosen you are bound to will fail you. I am your only salvation in your destiny. You think that you are destined for greatness, when in fact you are destined for death. Your wolf companion shares a secret of your parentage you do not know and I have wiped his memories from him. If you want what you seek, meet me. The time and choosing of the hour will be mine to make. Guard this wolf beast all you want, but his mind is controlled by my choosing. And I choose to destroy you and the rest of your Chosen. The King is not your only enemy. Your hour will come.”



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My writing has always been a passion of mine as a way to express my imagination and creativity.  It began when I was little and was just something I fostered as I grew older.  Writing is a way for me to lose myself in so many different daydreams.  Because I love the stories of vampires, witches and other paranormal figures, I wanted to enter the world with my own characters, each resembling characteristics that I can only imagine having or experienced.  When I had children, I could see how they loved to read and I wanted to be a role model in the world of literature for them.  I majored in Political Science and also earned a Masters in Information Systems, that writing gives me an opportunity to dream about the paranormal world. I've read so many reviews of "Queen's Destiny", that it both humbled me and inspired me to continue with my writing.
Writing is my escape from reality to enter a world that has always been a favorite and I look forward to continuing.

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1. $25 Amazon card
2.  Autographed copy of the book
3.  E-copy of Book 1

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Thursday, 19 December 2013

Midwinter's Eve Giveaway Hop!!

Hello and Welcome to my stop on the Midwinter's Giveaway Hop!! A big thank you to Mary @ Book Hounds and Kathy @ I am a Read not a Writer for putting this huge blog hop together!!  My name is Bisi Leyton and I write paranormal YA!  So what am I giving away here?  Why a $15 amazon card and an e-book copy of Wisteria....let's take a look at the  book:

Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two options—track the infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known safe haven and face a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with well-armed trackers, things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain death, until she is rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to survive among the hordes of living dead.

Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The Family, has no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great Walk and return home as a man—as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt People, but Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before, but somehow knows. 

Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the mysterious blood thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their way back to the Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.

Prologue - Excerpt

Thirteen months after the first official case of Nero Disease
“Wisteria, run!” Rebecca O’Leary screamed over the radio.
Wisteria Kuti whipped around and came face-to-face with the blood-red eyes of a hungry flesh-eating biter. The biter was a man, infected by Nero Disease, who had long lost his mind. He looked more animal than human and he wanted one thing—to feed on the flesh of uninfected people. The biter growled and staggered toward Wisteria.
She fled down the deserted road to the nearest house. The front door was locked. She kicked at the door, but it didn’t open. Taking out her handgun, she smashed through the window of the door.
“Ugh,” more biters growled behind her.
She spun around, fired once, and hit one in the head. She unlocked the door by reaching in and turning the lock. Once inside, she chained and bolted the door.
Crash—a biter smashed through another window into the house.
Wisteria’s heart jumped and she darted up the stairs as fast as she could.
“Get out of the house, Wisteria!” Rebecca radioed.
I’m trying.
A biter grabbed her ankle as she ran. Falling hard on the steps, she wailed in pain. “Ah.” No time to cry, Wisteria. She fired at the biter holding her. One bullet left.
Three more biters appeared below and started coming up the stairs. Leaping up, she sprinted to the top floor and dashed into the first open doorway that led to the master bedroom. Locking the door, she headed straight for the window.
The infected clawed at the door, tearing it apart and snarling as they entered.

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Thursday, 12 December 2013


A big thank you to everyone who stopped by and entered to win!!  The winner of my giveaway was:

Susanna Davis!!  Congrads!!!

Monday, 2 December 2013

Christmas Paws Giveaway Hop!!

Hello!!  Welcome to my stop on the Christmas Paws hop!!  I'm author Bisi Leyton and I write paranormal YA, with a hint of zombie.  So for my is zombie kitty:

Isn't she cute?   She had her brain bites and is good to!   For my stop, I'm giving away a $10 amazon card and a copy of is a small looksee:

A Wisteria Series Novella

For two and a half years, Fiona Butler and her best friend, Yumi, have lived in an abandoned private school that has become a safe haven for a tiny community of kids. Protected by Yumi's boyfriend, Jack, and his friends—the inner circle—from the bloodthirsty zombies and collapse of their society, the kids manage to survive.

But dealing with flesh eaters isn’t Fi’s only dilemma: she’s fallen in love with Jack and figuring out how to live becomes harder when she learns he’s in love with her too.

Their community is disrupted when four teenagers arrive seeking refuge. Fi has to choose between her longing for Jack or a chance at a new love that might lead to her expulsion from her safe haven.

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Tuesday, 19 November 2013

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For two and a half years, Fiona Butler and her best friend, Yumi, have lived in an abandoned private school that has become a safe haven for a tiny community of kids. Protected by Yumi's boyfriend, Jack, and his friends—the inner circle—from the bloodthirsty zombies and collapse of their society, the kids manage to survive.

But dealing with flesh eaters isn’t Fi’s only dilemma: she’s fallen in love with Jack and figuring out how to live becomes harder when she learns he’s in love with her too.

Their community is disrupted when four teenagers arrive seeking refuge. Fi has to choose between her longing for Jack or a chance at a new love that might lead to her expulsion from her safe haven.

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