Get to Know Author A. L. Butcher @libraryoferana #fantasy #authorinterview #bookpromo

As many of you know, I’m a big fantasy reader, have been ever since I read Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis. Fantasy allows me to escape the hum-drum world of Earth and travel to a place where anything is possible. So when I meet a fantasy author I love, I want to tell you all about him/her. It’s my great pleasure to introduce you to British Fantasy Author A. L. Butcher. You may know her better as “Library of Erana”. She agreed to sit down with me for a candid interview. She reveals all sorts of sage advice and fascinating facts. Take it away, A. L.::)


What book do you wish you could have written?

The Count of Monte Cristo. It’s a masterpiece of revenge, historical drama, intrigue and redemption. Fantasy wise – Soul Music, or Thud by Terry Pratchett. The late Mr Pratchett was a genius combining a rapier wit and shrewd intelligence with an easy style of storytelling. The Discworld is a parody of medieval Europe, and it’s cleverly done. I find there is a lot of humanity in the work, and a lot of ‘normal’ people becoming heroes. Only a true master could make the Grim Reaper one of the funniest characters in literature. Soul Music I love because it’s about the immortality of music and how it captives people. Music gets into the soul and makes us more than we were. It’s sad too – as Death appears (capitalised on purpose) and that even a good thing cannot last forever. The Discworld books deal with survival, courage, human emotions, life, death, politics, religion and so much more, all wrapped up in a world which is familiar yet strange.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Archos – Ian McKellan or possibly Hugh Jackman

Dii – Evangeline Lily or Emma Watson or Jessica Chastain

Olek – Chris Hemsworth or Chris Pratt

Ozena (she’s the hardest one for me to cast) – Keira Knightly or Emma Watson


What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

  1. Finishing my degree. I was quite ill at university and various family members were also diagnosed with serious illnesses around that time so it was pretty stressful. I actually ended up studying part time for a while, but I worked as well so I had to manage study, work and deal with illness and depression. I was amazed I finished and delighted with the grade I got – I was expecting a much lower result.
  2. Publishing the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I. Whilst I was writing my mother was in the latter stages of cancer, and my father becoming increasingly disabled. I managed to finish the first edition of the book and take a copy to my parents a few weeks before Mum passed away. Despite everything she’d gone through with ops, and chemo and the dreadful toll of cancer on her body and mind she was so happy and proud. That was the first time I’d seen her smile for a good while. As it took a bit longer to produce the print edition than the e-book she knew about it already and had told everyone. I mean EVERYONE – neighbours, family, friends, nurses, the doctor…. For a while she was happy. After she’d gone to sleep I crept away and cried as I knew she didn’t have long left but also because I’d made a dying woman, whom I loved very much, smile.

Have you always liked to write?

Yes of course. I think writing is like any other art form – either you can do it, or you can’t. Practice hones the skill, that goes without saying but the creativity is always there. The essence of the story is in you. Being a writer isn’t just something you do, it is what you are. Even if you never publish the story you are still creating that tale, that world, those characters.

I write poetry and short stories too. At school I used to get asked to write something for the school display. I wrote a lot of fanfic, adventures for games and short pieces when I was younger. I’m not saying those were any good but I wrote them more for myself. I played tabletop and roleplay games for years so coming up with adventures for those was a lot of fun. My first novel actually came out of a mix of an adventure I’d written for something and an idea for a particular world that I’d had for a while.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

  1. Keep writing. Even if no one reads it but you write it anyway.
  2. Write what you want to read and what makes you happy. Don’t confirm to something simply because you think you should, or someone tells you ‘romance is hot this month’. Forcing a book will be just that – forced and it will show. If you like something someone else will. Not everyone, but then that’s true of all art, but someone surely will.
  3. Grow a thick skin. As I’ve said not everyone will like what you write. Do you like every book you read? I doubt it. Some people like to say what they think and that is true for good and bad reviews. Suck it up. If you will get upset by reviews then don’t read them.
  4. If you do decide to self-publish then go for it but read the FAQ, TOS and forums BEFOREHAND. It will save you a lot of hassle if you understand the rules and restrictions of the particular site.
  5. Don’t expect to get rich quickly. Be realistic. You’d be amazed how many people go on the KDP forums whining about their book not selling a zillion copies in the first week. Why should it? Even if the book is amazing there are millions of books out there. You need to be a marketer, accountant, formatter, promotor and get a whole heap of other skills as well as being a writer. At least unless you have the money to pay someone else. Many books, especially self-pubbed books, don’t sell more than a few copies and don’t sell consistently. Some do, and some do very well but the vast majority don’t bring in a lot. This takes me back to point 2. Write what YOU want and for the love of it. Success is relative.


Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I do read them sometimes but I try not to obsess about them. Shit happens, people don’t like things. Readers miss something, or pick up on something random. Or there is too much sex/violence/world-building or not enough.

Every reader is different. What I like in a book (such as good world building and fascinating characters) might not be as important to someone else. That person might consider rich building as an info dump, or a ‘fascinating’ character as bloody annoying.

For every reader who likes your book there will be one who doesn’t. It happens. Try not to let it bother you.

Look at a popular book – say 50 Shades of Grey. Now I gave up before I even got to the end of the sample I thought it was that bad. But plenty of people disagree and think it’s great.  Look at any book on Amazon, Barnes and Noble or Smashwords and there will be a mix of reviews.

Don’t respond to reviews. It’s a BAD, BAD idea. The internet is at one and the same time very large and very small. A snarky comment to that negative reviewer will likely be shared with said reviewer’s friends, who may then share it on, or blog about that rude author. It’s not worth it. Comments typed in the spur of the moment, particularly angry comments, will stay around for ever. Nothing ever truly vanishes from the internet.

Many readers don’t want to engage with the author and don’t like authors commenting on reviews. Even just a thank you might be seen as inappropriate.  It’s not worth it unless the reviewer makes a point of asking.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

Combat scenes. In the last couple of books there have been fight scenes between multiple combatants. So it’s working out who is where, who is fighting whom and with what, whether the fight scenes are actually realistic. I mean how DO you fight someone with a sword? How DOES a longbow work? The author needs to know realistic weapons, fighting styles, armour, anatomy and logistics.  Heroic fights, with willing suspension of disbelief, are great but they can’t be too unrealistic. Poking a sword in someone still hurts. Battle is dangerous, people die or are wounded. It’s exhausting. Two of my main characters are magic users but that too needs to be limited. Magic demands a price and the more potent the spell the higher that price. The mages can’t just keep zapping away with no cost, that’s just stupid.

I think one of the hardest scenes I’ve written was the aerial combat scene in Of Blood and Scales in Heroika: Dragon Eaters. A warrior and his wing-man on griffin-back fighting a dragon, whilst trying to avoid being skewered by claws, snapped on by teeth and melted by caustic breath. I must have re-written that damn scene about eight or nine times. The editor didn’t run away screaming so I must have done something right.

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Let me see, I have three novels, two short story collections, a stand alone short story, and a few anthology pieces.

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Currently I’m working on a novella for my Tales of Erana short fiction series. It’s the companion series for the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles and set in the same world but featuring tales of lore, legend or side-characters. There is also a fourth novel for Light Beyond, but only just started that, and a couple of other short story ideas. At some point I’ve promised an historical short based during the time of Magna Carta so I have to research a bit more for that. Oh and I am planning a roleplay system for my world, but that’s a massive project so for now it lives in my WIP folder and gets added to occasionally.

Do you write naked?

Hahaha. Now that would be telling….

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I don’t smoke, and I drink rarely now. I used to drink a lot at college/uni – far too much really. My vice now? Books. I buy a lot of books, far more than one person can read. I like books. My partner says I’m a hoarder too.

What do you want your tombstone to say?

‘I told you so’, or possibly ‘if you can’t be a good example you’ll have to be a terrible warning.’

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Invisibility. I could have all sorts of fun with that.

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

New Zealand

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

A monkey. I love monkeys – they are clever, naughty and resourceful. Or possibly a squirrel. I was obsessed with them as a child. I even wanted to be a squirrel ‘when I grew up’, and my imaginary friend was a squirrel called Patch.

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Oh gosh.

Go in a hot air balloon

Finish all the books I have planned

Eat a real Chinese meal in a Chinese restaurant in China

Ditto Italian food

See the Aurora Borealis

Learn to sing properly


What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

Odd, lol! I was an imaginative child (see the answer about squirrels). I was often in trouble for daydreaming in the boring lessons at school. I was rebellious too. Nothing too awful, well I didn’t think it was awful….

My favourite toy? A squirrel called Silky (another imaginary friend in the squirrel colony). We had been to Bournemouth on holiday and there was this awesome toyshop filled with teddies and other stuffed animals. I remember vividly because the shop assistant wrapped him in purple tissue paper. I loved that toy so much. It went everywhere. I think he went on every holiday since I was about 4, he went to school sometimes – as we were allowed to take in a toy at junior/middle school at the end of term. He slept in my bed. I still have him, the poor soul has an eye missing, his fur is very threadbare and one of his ears is hanging off, but he lives on top of the wardrobe now.


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Title: The Light Beyond The Storm Chronicles – Book I

Author: A. L. Butcher

Genre: Fantasy/Fantasy Romance/Sex and Sorcery



Book Blurb:

In a dark world where magic is illegal and elves are enslaved a young elven sorceress runs for her life from the house of her evil Keeper. Pursued by his men and the corrupt Order of Witch-Hunters she must find sanctuary. As the slavers roll across the lands stealing elves from what remains of their ancestral home the Witch-Hunters turn a blind eye to the tragedy and a story of power, love and a terrible revenge unfolds.


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Available as an e-book in all the Amazon stores, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Apple, and the Smashwords associate stores.–ebook/dp/B0088DQO9C


Also available as a paperback on Createspace and Amazon.


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Author Biography: A. L. Butcher is the British author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series, and several short stories in the fantasy and fantasy romance genres.  She is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet and a dreamer. When she is grounded in the real world she likes science, natural history, history and monkeys.  Her work has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.


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Twitter: @libraryoferana




Are You Chasing Happiness? Think Like a Butterfly #inspiration #affirmation #happiness

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 Is your heart filled with happiness or are you chasing after it?

I love this quote and it’s totally true!  When you chase after happiness (or try too hard to be happy), it flies out of your reach like a butterfly.  But if you make the conscious decision to be happy in everything, happiness will surround you.

Is it really that easy?


I wake up every morning thinking to myself how no matter what happens today, I choose to be happy.  It’s your choice to react to what happens to you.  You’re responsible for your emotions and your actions, not someone else.

So choose to be happy and see what a difference it makes!  Don’t look now but there’s a butterfly on your shoulder!:-)

MRS N, Blissfully Happy

Friday Book Round-Up Spotlights Wetwork by @CadenceDenton #free #books #IARTG

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Title: WetWork, Dark Man Case Files, Episode 1

Author: Cadence Denton

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Free Reads

FREE at all retailers


Book Blurb:

WetWork, Dark Man Case Files, Episode 1 is a gritty, action-packed romantic serial (25k). Filled with pulsing passion and heart pounding intrigue, it is the first episode in this hot, new series by author, Cadence Denton. Each installment ends in a cliffhanger. Episodes 2 and 3 are available. Look for the exciting series conclusion in Episode 4, now available.

Someone is killing Department hunters one-by-one. Dark Man, the Department’s best hitman, is determined to find the assassin and take him out.

The Archangel is known throughout the globe for her body count. Now her employers, the Chernyy Group, Russia’s super-secret counter intelligence agency, have aimed her at its rival, the Department…and DM.

When DM captures the illusive Angel, sparks fly and passions explode.
When she asks his name, he replies, “I’m your future.”
But is he her future lover or executioner?

He has questions. She has the answers. He knows what he should do, but why not do what he wants—seduce her and get the answers that way?


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Gamer paced the boundary where night’s cloaking darkness met a halo of eye watering bright light cast by a trio of high intensity security lamps. He was impatient to cross the courtyard, was eager to reach his target and get the job done.
“Security detail at three o’clock. Two men and a dog. Maintain your position. Repeat, no go.” The male voice whispered in his ear via the com link.
Dressed from head to foot in black, if Gamer took one more step he’d be exposed. Because stealth, not exposure, was the criteria for an assassin, Gamer waited for the detail to pass. Still, the waiting rankled. His objective lay just beyond this courtyard lit up in noonday brilliance and the clock was ticking.
The men moved past Gamer’s location. The dog, a Belgian Malinois, had its nose up snuffling the moist, warm air. It paused, curved toward Gamer’s hiding place, a low growl thrumming in the night. The men stopped, turning in the direction the dog faced now barking furiously and tugging on the leash.
Tensing, Gamer stepped back, his hands brushing along the rough tree trunk. Suddenly, a pop sounded closer to the big house and the dog twirled to face it, straining against the leash. The radio crackled and the men jogged off.
“Hold your position,” the voice growled in his ear.
Gamer, his face painted in hues of black and gray, shifted right then left like a predator searching for prey.
Satisfied, he moved forward in spite of the protests coming from his com link. “You either get the job done or get done, DM,” he said before switching the link back to team channel. And then he was gone, oozing over the cobblestones like an oil slick over white sand in the noonday sun.
Cursing under his breath, DM watched Gamer and waited for the sound of gunfire, or at least the sound of pursuit. He was forever taking stupid risks, but that was Gamer—always parsing the odds, always pushing his luck. DM’s lips split into a snarl. That would be fine except for the fact the damn fool was pushing both their luck tonight, having hijacked DM’s. Now both their necks were at risk.
He had to admit he was impressed by the man’s audacity. He’d even admit to a twinge of envy at Gamer’s carefree attitude. However, luck was the last thing DM would put his faith in. He trusted his training. Trusted having the right equipment for the job. He trusted his uptight, neurotic, mile-long list that he ticked off, point by painstaking point. Gamer called him the Department’s prissy OCD grandmother. What the fuck did he care. He was still vertical, many weren’t.
DM’s scowl deepened as a small, gray-garbed figure darted across the space in a smooth, cautious, determined way that signified pursuit. Son of a bitch. Gamer was right. He was being followed.
Gamer had come to DM asking a favor, claiming he’d been shadowed on his last two jobs. DM told him he needed to stay off the bath salts. Gamer was not only a risk taker, he was an inventive storyteller with a lively imagination. One sure way to know if Gamer was lying was if his lips were moving.
He insisted he wasn’t bullshitting, that he’d been tailed. DM told him to tell it to the Chief. After that, Gamer had gone quiet. His face solemn, he said he wasn’t going to the Chief until he had concrete proof. Besides, he said, DM owed him and he was calling in the favor. The man had a point.
Certain Gamer was being a neurotic douche; DM agreed to tag along thinking he’d pay off his debt and have enough locker room ammunition to last for months, maybe years. Okay, so, he’d been wrong.
DM set his jaw, his mind spinning through the names of possible enemy agencies and agents. He went down the list, but nothing stuck. He couldn’t come up with anyone with big enough balls to tail a Department operator on the hunt, but satisfied himself with knowing that all questions would be answered when he caught up with Gamer’s tail.
Cursing softly, DM began his own pursuit. Instead of taking Gamer’s insane suicidal route, he followed the tree-laden perimeter where there was cover. Reaching an area with a natural blind spot, he sprinted across the manicured lawn, the skirt of his black duster flapping behind him. He ducked round the pool house, avoiding a pair of guards with flashlights, their handhelds crackling and popping, and watched as Gamer slunk up the hill to disappear along the side of the mansion.
DM waited a beat, smiling as Gamer’s pursuer took a circuitous route through a miniature shrubbery maze, then skirted a row of rose bushes, stopping shy of the house Gamer had entered.
“Gotcha’,” he whispered.
DM burst from cover. His long legs eating the distance in Olympic qualifying time, he looped around to hover, his muscles strung as tight as an E-string, behind the slight figure. The gray bodysuit was tight, obscenely so, showing off curves that were definitely not masculine. The slow smile became a grin.
So, they had themselves a female shadow. Why wasn’t he surprised? Gamer got his handle from various traits, one of which was his penchant to game the ladies.
DM studied the round ass, the curve of breast and narrow waist. The stalker wasn’t anyone in the Department. He could put a name to every female hunter at a glance. This ass he didn’t recognize, but she was definitely a hunter. No civilian had the chops to tail a Department hitman and go undetected. Wait. His bad, she hadn’t had she.
Her shoulders tensed, and DM shifted his attention to watch as Gamer made his move. The light above the French doors suddenly went out. Not ten seconds later, the female glided along the side of the house, one gloved hand trailing the white brick.
DM was fluent in body language so when she tightened, and reached for the handgun at her hip he grabbed her, spun her about, and slammed her against the trunk of an ancient live oak tree.
Other than a slight, “Oof—!” she made no sound. Yeah, she was a pro. She also exhibited some training in hand-to-hand, but not enough. He had her disabled with her hands clasped above her head in one fist and his other wrapped around her throat in three moves. It wasn’t his fault she was so much smaller than him. The Assassin’s game didn’t promise an even playing field. There was no hitman equal rights amendment. Bigger and faster was an advantage that took out smaller and slower every time. Period.
DM kicked her feet apart, shoving his hips between her spread thighs preventing any damage she could cause with her feet. She bucked against him, her hips arcing and raking. DM felt himself go hard.
“Be still,” he growled, his hand tightening on the woman’s tiny wrists. They were as delicate as a humming bird’s wing bones.
She glared up at him, golden eyes sparkling with unshed tears through the eyeholes of her gray knit mask. She bit her lips. They were intriguing. A full bottom lip that pouted and begged for kisses.
With his chest pressed tight against hers, her scent wafted around them, a combination of soap and wild cherry. It was a familiar scent. His eyes searched hers, watched her pupils dilate. With fear? He inhaled again and wild cherry exploded inside his head. Suddenly, he released her throat and pulled the mask from her head, hissing as memories of this woman naked in his arms crashed over him.

DM leaned against the bar, a tumbler of Southern Comfort in his fist and a cigar clenched between his teeth, listening to his friend, Ethan Dusk, growl into the microphone while his band committed assault and battery with guitars and a drum set.
She walked through the door, was carded by Tiny the enormous bouncer slash doorman before stepping in time with the throbbing bass beat through the crowd.
Miles of bare legs disappeared beneath the tiny denim skirt cupping her heart shaped ass. Her narrow waist was exposed thanks to a black tee cut down to the middle of her rib cage. The sugar skull design picked out in tiny rhinestones gave her a Screamo-wannabe look. Her hair, a brown so dark it could pass for black and cut in chopped layers that brushed her smooth shoulders, bounced with every step she took on her black, peep-toe, lace up ankle booties. With her sexy, naughty Madonna attitude, there wasn’t a limp dick in the joint. Including his.
DM watched as hard leg number one, a big, blond biker dressed in his club’s colors and jeans, his bare chest and arms covered in ink, grabbed her arm. She paused a second, covered the man’s hand with her much smaller one, and with a smile pulled free and moved on. He was replaced by hard leg number two. The thin, dark haired goth dressed in black with black painted nails and eyes rimmed in kohl stepped before her and gave her a courtly bow. She returned a mock curtsey and spun past him strutting straight to the bar. Where DM stood.
Her hands grabbed the bar as she called for a Piece of Ass making the rest of the hard legs stand at attention and Speck, the bartender, grin. She turned to DM looking up. And up. “You’re a tall one, aren’t you?” She said with a smile. The dimple in her right cheek made him want to lick it.
Fast forward through the preliminary bullshit to where DM pulled her to his room above the club and tossed her onto the bed. She laughed, a throaty chuckle that made him throb with need.
He followed her down, devouring her mouth, nibbling her sexy bottom lip, before tonguing the intriguing dent that appeared with the slightest curve of her lips. She groaned in response, her small tongue stroking, her teeth raking his lips. He thrust his hips against her, wanting to get closer. Wanting to get the goddam clothes out of his way.
He ran his mouth down her neck, inhaling the clean scent of her skin, the wild cherry fragrance that wafted up from her hair. He plowed his hands through the midnight silken tresses then, threading his fingers through hers, he lifted her hands above her head. Her breasts surged forward, pink nipples kernelled in anticipation. Suckling first one then the other, he heard her low moan.
“You like that, baby?”
She whipped her head back and forth when he took turns biting and sucking her taut tips. He moved lower to tongue her navel causing her to shiver when he nipped at her waist.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice husky.
“Patience,” he said. “These things can’t be rushed.”
“Ooo, you’re cruel,” she groaned.
Releasing her wrists, he moved lower still, until he cradled her hips, lifting them, easing his access. He parted her thighs, kissing his way up one satiny leg, bunching the barely-there skirt up to her waist and chuckled.
He’d guessed right. There was no thong to shove aside, no lacy panties to get in his way. Fact of the matter was there was nothing under her skirt. Just the way he liked it. His member throbbed as he ran his tongue over her bare sex, parting the seam with his mouth first then with his fingers, revealing the tiny bud.
“God, yes…please…”
He’d planned on drawing out the torture, making it all the more intense, but at her throaty cry he fell on her, devouring her, loving the salty taste of her flesh, her arousal. He pierced her with one thick finger, and she stiffened.
“Easy, baby,” he said softly, blowing across her slick flesh before continuing the gentle attack.
In seconds, her legs lay open and she sobbed, “Don’t stop…God! Don’t stop…I’ll kill you if you stop.”
He didn’t tell her she would have had to kill him to make him stop. He couldn’t. Running his teeth lightly over her sensitive bud then flicking it with his tongue, he feasted on her. She was perfection, with a thin line of curls running down her mons and her slender thighs open for him. Her head rocked from side to side as he brought her nearer, ever nearer to the precipice. When he slid the second finger inside her tight sheath, he felt her stiffen, felt her fingers grip his head, holding it just so. He was happy to oblige. When she cried out her release, he tasted her climax and continued his gentle assault, lapping up her unique, clean taste until her tremors abated.
“What’s your name?” he asked, kissing the inside of one thigh then the other.
She smiled, cocked her head and countered, “Who are you?”
Without a second thought DM replied, “Your future.”
Goddam, why had he said that?

The soft cough of Gamer’s gun as he double-tapped the target finalizing the contract, an octogenarian with a paunch and baldhead, brought DM out of his stupor.
“Did you catch my shadow?” Gamer’s voice sounded in his ear.
DM’s gaze tangled with the woman’s. Watching a single dark eyebrow lift in question, he scowled in response. He was torn, and furious that he found himself torn. He shouldn’t feel conflicted. Hell, he should turn her ass over to the Medic, whoever the fuck she was.
“Dark Man—?” Gamer hissed.
“Dark Man?” she gasped.
His scowl deepened. DM’s exploits had become an urban legend in the small world of assassins and hitmen. Hell, they’d been embellished to the point you’d think he could frickin’ sprout wings and fly while shooting laser beams from his eyes.
She attempted to slide from his loosened grip. Automatically, he tightened it, crushing her to him. She exhaled, then went slack as though saying, Do what you want.
“Dark Man—?”
DM’s jaw flexed once, twice.
“No,” he answered, eyeing her. “Your shadow got away.” He inexplicably loosed his grip, freeing the woman and stepped back. He was setting her free. Why?
She reached up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to DM’s, running her tongue lightly over his bottom lip. Then she stepped back and disappeared into the night.


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Author Biography:

I’m an odd mixture of one part dreamer, one part realist, and two parts stubborn—which can be a positive thing if you’re a writer. Not content to write in just one genre, I write dark paranormal romance, time travel, light science fiction, romantic comedy, and gritty romantic thrillers. Told you I was stubborn ( and a little crazy!). Besides, doing the same thing day after day is boring and we can all do with a little less of that, right?

Visit my website often for more information on all my series and upcoming projects. You may not find everything to your liking but you won’t be bored.

You can also find me on Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, TSU, Independent Author Network, and Twitter


#BookReview – Inadvertent Adventures by Loren K. Jones #ScienceFiction #SFF

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Title: Inadvertent Adventures

Author: Loren K. Jones

Genre: Science Fiction, Military, Space Opera


Book Blurb:

Even in the distant future, humans have remained depressingly human. Shanghaied after he thought his luck had changed for the better, Sterling Stevenson was finding his luck changing in totally unexpected ways. Now called Silver Garand, the navigator of the small trade vessel Jolly Jane, his luck was leading him from one inadvertent adventure to another.


My Review:

Life is an adventure, even in space.

Stirling Stevenson is a freight pilot who takes cargo from place to place in space. It can be dangerous and there are “pirates” on the high seas of the galaxy, as we see right from the get-go. Stirling discovers a new solar system and it’s up to the Jolly Jane crew to make sure they’re the ones who get credit. Stirling has had his share of bad luck and tragedy but one thing’s for sure: life’s an adventure for Stirling/Silver.

Reminiscent of Deep Space Nine, this science fiction adventure is fast-paced with colorful characters, space travel and a fun read. I loved the “wild-west” feel of outer space and the author kept me entertained.

There were parts that were slow and the ending dragged a bit. I felt like the author didn’t quite know how to end it properly. But all in all, a satisfying read.

If you like space travel with strong female characters, witty dialogue and plenty of action, read this book!


My Rating:  3.5 stars


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Author Biography:

Loren K. Jones is an American, living near Tampa, Florida, in the United States. He married Pamela A. Willis in 1983 and they have stayed together for thirty-three years. They have three adult children, and four granddaughters. A US Navy veteran, Loren served as a nuclear reactor operator on attack submarines for six years before his honorable discharge in 1986. Loren makes his living as an instrumentation and controls technician, and writes because the stories won’t leave him alone until he does.


Loren has had four short fiction stories previously published;

Power to the People, Ring of Fire Anthology, edited by Eric Flint, from Baen Books.

Anna’s Story, Grantville Gazette Volume 1, edited by Eric Flint, from Baen Books.

Fly Like A Bird, Grantville Gazette Volume 9, edited by Eric Flint, from Baen Books.

The Best Played Lans, Jim Baen’s Universe Vol 1, Issue 2, from Baen Books.


Loren has also had non-fiction articles published in the factory automation magazine Control .


He can be contacted at .


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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

The Du Lac Chronicles by @maryanneyarde is a Best-Selling #Arthurian Adventure! #bookpromo #YA

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Title: The Du Lac Chronicles

Author: Mary Anne Yarde

Genre: Young Adult Medieval Fiction


Book Blurb:

“It is dangerous to become attached to a du Lac. He will break your heart, and you will not recover.”

So prophesies a wizened healer to Annis, daughter of King Cerdic of Wessex. If there is truth in the old crone’s words, they come far too late for Annis, who defies father, king, and country to save the man she loves.

Alden du Lac, once king of Cerniw, has nothing. Betrayed by Cerdic, Alden’s kingdom lies in rubble, his fort razed to the ground and his brother Merton missing, presumably dead. He has only one possession left worth saving: his heart. And to the horror of his few remaining allies, he gives that to the daughter of his enemy. They see Annis, at best, as a bargaining chip to avoid war with her powerful father. At worst, they see a Saxon whore with her claws in a broken, wounded king.

Alden has one hope: When you war with one du Lac, you war with them all. His brother Budic, King of Brittany, could offer the deposed young king sanctuary—but whether he will offer the same courtesy to Annis is far less certain.



It was a poor meal, Alden thought as he broke off the meat and handed some to Annis. They would need something more filling than a small bird if they were to survive. He wondered if they dared try and find a village to stock up on supplies, not that they had any coins to buy anything with. It was a bad idea, really, for nobody liked beggars, and they would probably be hounded out of the village by pitchforks. Still, he had to think of something. He frowned as he chewed. Kent was an option. It was close and he was on good terms with the king. They would be safe in Kent and it wasn’t that far away. Yes, Kent. He had wanted to reach Cerniw, but Kent was a better option, especially if Cerdic’s men were raping the place, as Bors had suggested.


“We are heading for Kent,” Alden announced, his mind made up. It was a logical plan.


Annis lowered the meat she was about to put in her mouth and looked at him.


Alden popped some more meat into his mouth and chewed slowly.


“Kent?” Annis asked. To her, Kent was as far away as the moon. She had never stepped foot out of the lands that surrounded her father’s castle.


“I need to know what is going on. King Oeric has always been an ally and he has a good fleet of boats.”


“But you could be caught. My father will have placed men at the border. Surely he will guess you will head that way,” Annis argued.


“I was caught last time because I surrendered. I can promise you, I will not be caught again. And as for your father, he knows as well as I that there are several places I could go. I do not doubt that Kent has crossed his mind. But this time, I am looking for him, so the way I see it, I have the advantage.” He frowned. “Eat,” he ordered, popping some more of the meat into his mouth. “I will not have it said that I starved you.”


She brought the meat halfway to her mouth again and stopped. “How long will it take to get to Kent?”


“A day, maybe less, depending on the weather.”


“And if the weather isn’t kind?”


Alden laughed. “Forever the pessimist,” he mocked gently. “If the weather isn’t kind then I am guessing it will take longer.”


Annis blushed. “I know that,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry for being…” Her words faded into nothing as she sat and stared at the flames.


“For being what?” Alden queried.


“Oh nothing, forget I said anything. It was a stupid question and…”


“And?” he encouraged, noting her change of tone and the way she would not look at him.


“And I know I am not very good company and I slow you down, and if it wasn’t for me you would probably be in Kent by now.” He tried to interrupt, but she would not let him for she had too much to say. “I cannot cook to save my life. I have no idea how to look after myself. If anything happened to you, I would die within days. My father is a monster. My body feels like it has been trampled on by a herd of raging horses. I am dirty. I smell. And I hate my knees,” she huffed.


“Your knees?” Alden asked, bemused, for he had not expected such a torrent of words from her and being a mere man, he did not really understand her point.


“Never mind my knees. You are right. I am a pessimist. I learned very early on not to look forward to things, because then, I would not be disappointed if they did not happen. And I have had a great many disappointments. I hate my hair. I hate curls. I hate the fact that I am a Saxon. Sometimes I hate myself. And now I am rambling, and no doubt making a fool of myself. I am completely useless, am I not?”


“You lost me with the knee thing. Can you repeat the rest again?”



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At nineteen, Yarde married her childhood sweetheart and began a bachelor of arts in history at Cardiff University, only to have her studies interrupted by the arrival of her first child. She would later return to higher education, studying equine science at Warwickshire College. Horses and history remain two of her major passions.

Yarde keeps busy raising four children and helping run a successful family business. She has many skills but has never mastered cooking–so if you ever drop by, she (and her family) would appreciate some tasty treats or a meal out!


Is Negativity Weighing You Down? Release it! #inspiration #affirmations

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Are you holding onto negativity?  

We’ve all been hurt in the past and will be again.  Pain and sadness are a part of the cycle of life. It’s okay to grieve but don’t hold onto it and allow it to take over.


Trust me when I tell you that it will eat you up inside until there is nothing left but darkness.  It wasn’t until I let go of all the hurt, pain, grief and guilt that I was truly free!

Instead of letting the pain and sorrow weigh you down, let it go; choose happiness and peace to reign in your soul.

When you let go of the pain, the Light will flood your veins and you will float up to the sky like a balloon.

Choose to let go!


Demigods and Monsters is a Brand New Release by @rayewagner #YA #blogtour #bookpromo

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Demigods and Monsters (Sphinx #2)
by Raye Wagner
Release Date: April 25th 2016
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Can Apollo’s curse be broken?


Seventeen-year-old Hope Nicholas is done running. Apollo’s curse has ruled her entire life, limiting her choices and robbing her of the things that matter most. But she refuses to live in fear any longer. In fact, she’s ready to do whatever it takes to break the god’s power over her existence.


When the goddess Artemis instructs Hope to impersonate a demigod and infiltrate a conservatory to get access to the Olympian library, she doesn’t hesitate. As she sees it, there’s nothing left to lose.


But once inside, Hope discovers the only way to get what she needs is to work with her sworn enemies. As the lines between demigod and monster are crossed again and again, Hope has to dig deep for the courage to accept her fate or fight for the freedom to save herself.


Demigods and Monsters is the second book in the Sphinx series.


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Hope gaped at the goddess of night. Artemis’s dark umber skin contrasted with her pale, almost silver hair. Her slight figure was clad in black, fitted garments, and as she pulled the silver bow and quiver of arrows from off her back, her midnight eyes settled on Hope.

“You are very young.” She set her weapons on the spongy moss and stepped up to Hope. “Very young, but not too naïve, I think.” Her gaze held Hope captive for a moment, and then the goddess contemplated the puppy struggling in Hope’s arms. “Who is this?” Artemis giggled as Angel licked her face.

“She’s . . . she’s for you.” Hope held the pale Labrador out.

Artemis peered from Hope to Priska and back to Hope again.

“You are giving me an offering?” She raised her brows but did not take the dog.

Hope shifted her gaze to Priska for help. Hadn’t she said she would do the talking? Priska was studiously examining the night sky.

“No . . . I mean, yes. Yes.” Hope shook her head. “We got her for you.” She extended her arms again, the dog’s back paws dangling in the air.

“Hope wants to break the curse,” Priska said, taking the puppy from Hope. “The Lab was my idea. She comes from a long line of hunters. She will be loyal and easy to train.”

Artemis extended her hands. “Loyalty is difficult to come by. I will accept this with gratitude.” She took the puppy and set her on the ground. The pale fur glowed in the moonlight, and the puppy scampered about. “What do you need my help with, Hope? It was my brother that cursed you, not I.”

Hope shifted her weight. “Yes, but do you know anything that could help me? Has he said anything to you?”

Artemis drew in a slow breath and closed her eyes.

Hope again looked to Priska, but she’d chased after the puppy, leaving Hope alone with the goddess.

“She’s scared,” Artemis said, breaking the silence. “She feels responsible for what happened to your mother. And she feels bad about what could’ve happened to you.” She grabbed Hope’s chin and forced her head side to side. “You want to break the curse?”

Hope nodded.

“It won’t solve your problem,” the goddess warned, dropping her hand.


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Raye Wagner grew up in Seattle, the second of eight children, and learned to escape chaos through the pages of fiction. As a youth, she read the likes of David Eddings, Leon Uris, and Jane Austen. Inspired by a fictional character, Raye pursued a career in nursing, thinking to help the world one patient at a time.
One summer afternoon, when her then young children were playing in the pool, a plot dropped into her head, and she started writing.
She enjoys baking, puzzles, Tae Kwon Do, and the sound of waves lapping at the sand. She lives with her husband and three children in Middle Tennessee.

Origin of the Sphinx, a novella detailing the story leading up to the creation of the mythological creature, is her first publication. It is the beginning of the Sphinx series.

Curse of the Sphinx, the first book in the series, is completed, and set to be released in August 2015.


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Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker by @DenaEHaggerty is a 5+ Star Gem #bookreview #books



Title: Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker (Death by Cupcake Book 1)

Author: D.E. Haggerty

Genre: Cozy Mystery, Romantic Comedy


Book Blurb:

A mystery with a heap of laughs, a generous portion of romance, and just a smidgeon of suspense.


Callie’s life is rather awesome. She owns a successful bakery and teaches German literature at the local university. There’s just one tiny problem. She has no self-confidence when it comes to her body. And then there’s the little matter of her being accused of murdering her pole dancing instructor. There’s no way Callie’s going to risk losing her teaching position and thus she embarks, with her best baker bud Anna, on a journey to discover the real killer. Between stripper auditions and a detective who insists Callie is the woman of his dreams, it’s a roller coaster adventure. Cupcakes not included.


My Review: D. E. Haggerty is back with a brand new cozy mystery series and she had me with her title. I mean, what woman wouldn’t read a book titled, Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker?


Callie is the best thing since Bridget Jones. She’s a cupcake baker/bakery owner by day and a part time German literature professor in her spare time. She runs the bakery with her best friend, Anna, and tries not to drool every time Detective Hottie (Ben) asks her out. See, Callie doesn’t believe Ben when he says she’s the woman of his dreams because she has trouble seeing her body in a healthy way (totally can relate).


Anna, in her role as pixie best friend, enrolls the two of them for pole-dancing classes. Callie agrees (like she has a choice) but when the pole-dancing instructor is a catty b*tch, Callie complains to the gym’s manager. Everyone in the class hears about it and when the pole-dancing instructor is found poisoned by a cupcake, guess who’s the prime suspect?


Ben convinces Callie to go on a date and even though she doesn’t believe him, he treats her like a queen. He’s head-over-heels in love with Callie and proves it even more when she’s accused of murder. Will Callie see herself the way Ben sees her? Will she be cleared of murder (with the help of Anna and Ben) or will she be next on the murderer’s list?


I loved this book and I highly recommend it! I laughed, swooned, gasped and was totally taken in by the story. I cheered when Callie and Ben kissed for the first time and the antics of Anna made me laugh out loud. I mean, trying to trap a murderer by attending the funeral of the one you’re accused of killing? Haggerty has a talent for comedic timing and I’m a devout fan!


I swooned over Ben and his patience with Callie. He’s a sexy cop who’s totally in love with a curvy woman who doesn’t realize how damn sexy she is. He helps her in so many ways and he’s sweeter than a German chocolate cupcake.


The best part, though, was I didn’t know who the murderer was until it was revealed to me. Well done, Haggerty.


If you love romantic comedy with dashes of mystery and suspense, you have to read this book! I can’t wait for a television or film producer to make this into a movie/show. You hear me, Hollywood? This is a gem!



Favorite Character: Callie, hands down. While I could relate to her on the whole body image thing, it was her humorous outlook on life and love that made me fall in love with her. I want to hang out with her and of course eat her cupcakes. Yummy!


Favorite Quote:

“I have no words. I stare at him until he motions for me to get my act together. Yeah, like that’s possible after Detective Hottie declares he wants to spend his nights with you.” ~Callie


My Rating:  5+ stars


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I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage every once in a while to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. Another job change, this time from lawyer to B&B owner and I was again fed up and ready to scream I quit, which is incredibly difficult when you own the business. Thus, I shut the B&B during the week and in the off-season and started writing. Several books later I find myself in Istanbul writing full-time.


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Sorry For the Brief Interruption… We’re Back Online! #blog

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Sorry for the three hours interruption… but we’re back online! WHOO!

Please take a moment and check out the three blog posts from today:

We’re so thankful you’re such understanding followers.

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Dearly Beloved, We Have One Life to Live #inspiration #Prince #affirmations

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“You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” Prince to an eighteen year old Mrs. N

Last week, Prince passed away. Like many fans, I was saddened by the news. No, that’s not accurate, I was crushed. Prince and his music were the soundtrack of my  teen and adult years. His words and music spoke to me, molded me into who I am today.

Prince grew up in Minnesota and even after he made it big, he never forgot his roots. He loved Minnesota and he was one of the pioneers in the Minneapolis music scene. He lived in Minnesota and I had the opportunity to see him in concert three times, once meeting him.

I was a shy eighteen year old college student and I was hanging out with my friend Sue while she worked at a movie theatre. I should’ve been studying for mid-terms but the thought of watching free movies and helping out at the concession stand was too tempting to pass up.

Anyway, after the last movie had let out, it was time to watch a pre-screening of the upcoming movies. Sue whispered to me that a celebrity will be watching it with us. I asked her who and before she got a chance to answer, in walked Prince.

My mouth dropped open in surprise. I closed it just as quickly as I watched Prince and his entourage stop to talk to the manager. Time stood still as I stared. A smile tugged at Prince’s lips as he glanced in my direction. I blushed and dropped my gaze. Sue nudged me in the side.

I looked up to see Prince and his friends enter the theatre. I exhaled. I followed Sue and we sat in our normal spot (middle of the theatre, aisle seats). Prince and his group were in the back. The movie started and I was nervous the whole time.

When the movie was done, I told Sue I had to go to the washroom before the next one started. I made a beeline for the washroom. When I came out, there, leaning against the concession stand was Prince. He held out a box of Milk Duds.

“Want some?”

I cleared my throat and nodded. He handed me his box and leaned over to grab another one.

“Hi,” was all I manged to get out.

He chuckled. He stared at me with those big soulful eyes of his for the longest time.

“What’s your name?” he asked after a long time.

I answered him with a shaky voice. Then I said, “I’m a huge fan. You’re a true artist, Mr. Prince.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time.

“You’re shy, like me.”

I blushed and nodded, head down.

“I-I-I’ve always been shy, I guess.” I stammered. “Guess that’s why I wanna be a writer someday.” I peeked at him through my lashes.

“Yo Prince, you ready for the next flick?” one of his buddies asked from the doorway.

Prince nodded, never taking his eyes off of me.

“I guess we better go back,” I offered and turned away. I exhaled, releasing the tension in my body.

Right as we got to the door, Prince whispered in my ear, “You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

I never forgot his kindness and encouraging words. Here was a mega superstar who took a moment out of his glamorous life to encourage a shy girl.

So today, in honor of Prince, I’m here to encourage you. You are beautiful and never let anyone tell you differently. Sure, life can be challenging and there are times when you feel like giving up. We all have our struggles (even Prince did) and problems. But together, we’re getting through this crazy thing called life.

Do you know someone who needs encouragement?

Give them a hug, kind word or even a smile. Let them know they’re beautiful.

Prince, thank you for your music and your kind words. You saw the Light inside me and I look forward to seeing you jamming up in Heaven.:)




Dreamtime Sensuality by David Russell #BookPromo #Romance #MFRWAuthor

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Title: Dreamtime Sensuality


Author: David Russell


Genre: Contemporary Romance




Dreamtime Sensuality

Many a dream can be realised with a little forethought. The characters in this quartet of stories are intelligent, sensitive and literary. They are also supremely voyeuristic and open-minded. Their intelligence is counterbalanced by inhibitions, which they can only lose by premeditated seduction scenarios, which relate intimately to their professional, creative and cultural lives. The great effort each couple puts into arranging a scenario seems to enhance the quality of the experience. A great source of inspiration for this and other works has been the novel The Girl Beneath the Lion by André Pieyre de Mandiargues.


Seductive Semaphore: Fashion Designer Bethesda and journalist Hector live opposite each other, with windows facing. They make initial contact through visible, provocative gestures. Soon afterwards, they get direct contact when Hector assists Bethesda with her folio. She invites him round to model for some of her fashion creations, and proceeds to seduce him. The seduction continues with a ritual visit to a sports centre, and then to a beach. They leave it open as to whether their relationship could ever become long-term.

The Heroine and the Author: Dreamer Hecate discovers she has a terminal illness. She wants to make the most of the time she has left by being celebrated in literature as a charismatic, legendary figure. She meets Ferdinand, a ghost writer, who is happy to undertake this massive project with her. In the process, She gets an idea of his physique through jogging and the fitness centre. Then there is a seduction scene inspired by the literary models of Sappho and Donne. Being ‘open-minded’, they make a pact for each one to go and have a sexual adventure – his hetero, hers lesbian. Their relationship is enhanced by this extra dimension.

Dreamtime Sensuality: Romona, highly literary and highly inhibited, goes to an exotic island location. She deeply desires a passionate encounter. At the Pension where she stays, she meets Stefano, who fulfils her requirements exactly. The proprietress of the Pension picks up on Romona’s shyness, and gives her reassurance, including some practice in the art of kissing. Romona orchestrates an elaborate beach seduction scenario, and they are both fulfilled. They never meet again, but their exchange of emails and text messages goes on indefinitely.

Dancing with Danger: Verona is a Scriptwriter and Gareth an archaeologist. They both have ‘retreats’ near the coast, and discover their common interests. Verona contrives a half-seduction on a deserted beach, wearing 18th century retro gear – related to their common interests. After some further encounters, they give each other a ‘dare’ to go and have a really risky encounter with someone really dodgy. Gareth finds a young woman on the run. Verona has a rapturous encounter with someone who gets hauled in by the police, suspected of terrorism. She uses her charm on the interrogating police officer to extricate herself. So Verona and Gareth both meet up again, to tell their respective tales.




 Hecate read some verses of Sappho, which she felt totally appropriate to his slender grace, so nearly androgynous. She quoted a phrase demanding his fixed, concentrated stare into her eyes. The eye contact was clinched Hecate’s introduction was a quote from her.


Ferdinand responded to the prompt; he knew what he had to do—gradually, at intervals, he removed his garments one by one as she breathily read the hypnotic, seductive phrases.


His garments came off with ease and grace, he obviously had some long-repressed desire to do this. At last, he stood before her, beautiful, naked, and slender. Somehow, his spirit prevailed over his earlier reticence, he shed his shyness with his clothing. Since she saw him in trunks, Hecate anticipated this moment with such relish. If the pool had been empty when they were there, she would have taken them off there, or in the shower. Perhaps something could happen, or even be premeditated in the future, on a deserted beach, secluded amid the dunes.


She handed him a volume of the collected poems of John Donne. “Now, I think you know which one I want you to read me. Hmm…while we’ve been working together, I bet you’ve had some reveries of me undressing, you undressing me.”


“I have to admit that is so and I know which poem you mean, it’s Elegy Nineteen—To His Mistress Going to Bed.


“We really are on the same wavelength darling. I had learned of that poem as a young girl, with a desperate desire one day to enact it. Every word of it struck home as I disrobed alone, for years I yearned for that lovely partner to give me those instructions live.”


Ferdinand beamed, then quoted from near the end of the poem referring to the poet’s nakedness at the beginning of the action. Then he proceeded to read, with his lovely, hypnotic voice. 


He really made Hecate’s girdle feel like Saturn’s rings As she undid her sash and cast it down, she felt her abdomen was bathed in heavenly light, visible only to spiritual eyes.


      The request to remove her ‘breastplate’ gave her an etheric shudder. Taking off the brooch at the top of her dress felt like casting away a shield, affirming that strife and combat had been replaced by love.


In response to the exhortation to unlace, she felt deliciously nervous as her fingers twitched on her zips and buttons.


As the gown went off following the next command, Hecate felt she had emerged from a perennial cocoon, that she was the sun liberated from the constricting veils of night.


As for a ‘coronet’, Hecate was only wearing a slide, but removing it certainly helped her locks flow freely.


    It was great to feel liberated from footwear; earlier on her high heels had felt so sexy. But now her stockinged feet tingled with electric desire.


With her underwear, admittedly she found nylon, calico and silk sexier than linen, but the word, so sensually uttered, really relevant. (from The Heroine and the Author – Story 2)


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Born 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’


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Wolves’ Knight is a Fantastic #ParanormalRomance from @pjmaclayne #Romance #UrbanFantasy #BookPromo

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Title: Wolves’ Knight

Author: P.J. MacLayne

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance


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Tasha Roeper knows what it means to protect your own. So when her friend, Dot Lapahie, CEO of Lapahie Enterprises, suspects that the Free Wolves are under attack, Tasha immediately signs on to lead the investigation and guard Dot.


But Tasha’s not convinced it’s the Free Wolves that are the target. She fears that her own pack—the Fairwood Pack—are the actual quarry and Dot is only a decoy.


The deeper Tasha digs, the more puzzles she uncovers.


Torn between tradition and a changing world, will Tasha risk everything to save a friend—including her own life—when old enemies arise?




Tasha had time for another run—this one in human form. There was a distinct difference in the experiences, and sometimes Tasha craved the adrenalin rush that came with running on two feet instead of four.

She set a hard pace as soon as she hit the street and kept it up as she ran through the open field just past the last of the Victorian-style houses. She kept the punishing stride as she followed the well-worn path to the shooting range. By the time she reached the fence marking the boundary of the Fairwood holdings, she had to slow down, not only to dodge the trees and brambles, but to ease her labored breathing.


But still she kept running. Endurance was as important in human form as it was to her wolf form. She might not be able to outrun a wolf, but there weren’t many humans who could match her for the combination of speed and distance.


Even when she reached the point where forward movement was more instinct that conscious thought, she didn’t stop. At some point she met the pack members on patrol, acknowledging their presence with a quick nod and a brief wave of one hand.


When she turned the corner to trace the southern border, her mind noted her heavy breathing and the rapid pounding of her heart. And still she kept running, pushing herself. Sweat poured down her face, but she didn’t break her concentration long enough to wipe it away.


A dim part of her knew when a wolf started following her, but it didn’t speak to her, just ran in her wake, so she ignored it. She slowed somewhat when she could no longer breathe correctly, but kept going, one foot in front of the other. When she stumbled on a root, she lucked out and caught herself before falling.


“Enough,” sent the wolf.


“Not yet,” she answered. And kept going.


Her lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen, her eyes burned from the sweat streaming into them, and she could no longer feel her legs. She was past pain and moving from sheer force of will. But she wanted to go farther. Her goal was the meeting of the southern and western borders. And past that if she could hold on that long.


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Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J. MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscapes. She is a computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. When she’s not in front of a computer screen, she might be found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks. In addition to the Free Wolves’ stories, she is also the author of the Oak Grove series.


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Attention: Mrs. N is Having Dental Surgery and She’ll Return April 27th #blog #bloghiatus

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Try as I might to hide my pain and avoid having this procedure, I’m about to go in for dental surgery early Saturday morning. Man, I hate the dentist. But my beloved Mr. N promises it will be easier than the extraction last year.

Long story short, I can relate with Ziggy in the cartoon above.

So… I will be in bed recuperating for the next five days and offline. The blog is taking a mini-vacation from Saturday, April 23 through Tuesday, April 26. I will not be online until Wednesday, April 27th. Mr. N will try to approve comments a few times.

Wish me luck and say a few prayers/meditations my way.

Your friend,

Mrs. N:)

Repeat After Me: I Shape Me #inspiration #affirmations #motivation

Seize opportunity

Are you seizing every opportunity? Are you steering your life or is something else?

I love this quote because for over twenty-five years, I’ve been shaping the life I want to lead. When I was in high school, I worried what people thought and let the opinion of others dictate my life.  The result: I was miserable.

Opportunities come along. Do you seize them or do you let them pass you by?

A new opportunity fell into my lap and I had a choice. Would I take it or let my fear of the unknown control me?

I chose to grab a hold of the opportunity and my life is so much better for it.

The power is in the choices you make every day.  What choices will you make today?

You shape you!


Don’t Have Time To Read? Friday Book Round-Up 90 Minute Short Reads #amreading #books

Friday Book Round Up


Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round Up! I read this really long and boring article last night how no one has time to read anymore. No matter how much I disagree with that article, I know what it’s like to struggle to read in my spare time. So, I went onto Amazon and checked out their Best Sellers in 90-Minute Literature & Fiction Short Reads. Some great stories on there and most of them are only 99 cents. Here are my favorites:


The Missing Amish Girl (Amish Mystery and Romance) by Hannah Schrock

When Rebecca Lehman, a pretty young Amish girl, goes missing the whole Amish community draw together to try to find her.


When Dana, the police detective brings tragic news the next morning, Sadie Zook, the mother of Rebecca’s best friend, becomes drawn into the investigation to find the murderer.


Sadie finds that Rebecca lived in a secret world of Englisch friends and possibly Englisch boyfriends. She also knows that Eli, Rebecca’s father, is very controlling and would not understand why Rebecca would be interested in the world outside the Amish community. Then there is the matter of Mark, a young jealous Amish boy, who wanted nothing more than to court Rebecca.


As Sadie investigates further she finds herself drawn deeper into a pool of potential suspects and personal danger.


If I’m Dead: A Rachel Knight Story by Marcia Clark

It started with a haunting image: a Ford Explorer, iridescent in the moonlight and alone on a desolate stretch of beach. Its owner, Melissa Gibbons, has gone missing. Her husband says she flew the coop. But Los Angeles Deputy DA Rachel Knight is convinced otherwise: Melissa Gibbons has been murdered.


So begins the confounding case that Rachel must present before a disbelieving jury. A dissatisfied heiress and her philandering husband– what really happened? The husband has a fiendishly convincing case that Melissa faked her own death and fled. But with the support of her trusty sidekick, Detective Bailey Keller, Rachel pieces together a much more sinister truth.


In this short, standalone Rachel Knight thriller, readers follow our savvy and riotously entertaining heroine through the surprising world of LA crime.


3 Truths and a Lie: A Detective D. D. Warren Story (Kindle Single) by Lisa Gardner

In Lisa Gardner’s second short story, after the New York Times bestseller The 7th Month, Detective D.D. Warren takes on her most intimidating assignment yet: a fifty-minute class meant to educate a horde of bloodthirsty thriller writers on the ways of actual police work. Yet sometimes life really does imitate fiction, as D.D. takes the writers through the reality of one of her most twisted cases—a case that involves a seedy motel room, drugs, prostitution . . . and a severed leg.


With Gardner’s trademark suspense, sharp observations, and thrilling storytelling, Three Truths and a Lie is a fascinating chapter in D.D.’s storied career. Includes an early look at Lisa Gardner’s next novel of suspense, Find Her, coming February 9, 2016.


I Love the Shadows: Kaitlyn Strong (book 1) by Art DeForest

I love the shadows. They keep me safe and secure as I wait to ambush animals like Altheas.


Altheas was a real piece of work. He likes to play with his food before he eats and he never leaves them alive after he feeds. His predilections are starting to draw attention. At his age you’d think he’d know better. It was a simple matter to feed after all. Some eye contact and a little mesmerization, a quick lick to seal the wounds and you both went about your night, your meal ticket none the wiser.


Well, speak of the devil, here he comes now. A pretty girl is tucked under his arm. Altheas is tall and very good looking. Really, he is pretty much standard for one of our kind. The girl has gorgeous blond hair that made me envious as hell. She’s got some nice curves too and was trying to press every one of them into his side.


He only has eyes for the human juice box in his arms as he passed my hidden position. Stepping out of the shadows behind him, I thrust my stake at the center of his back. He was more aware of his surroundings than I anticipated. Whipping around like a coiled viper on speed, he tried to interpose the innocent girl between the descending stake and his body. My eyes grew wide as I tried to divert the strike.




There are psychopaths in every group. Human, Vampire, Lycan. Kaitlyn Strong was forcibly turned, but managed to escape the clutches of a twisted vampire named Darius. Now, with her forty five pound Savannah Cat, Fangs, she hunts the shadows and kills the monsters, hoping one day to cross paths with the one that changed her life forever.


I Love the Shadows is the first book in a new series by Art DeForest. The Kaitlyn Strong Series follows Kaitlyn’s life, loves and adventures as she cleanses the shadows of monsters.


Library Of Murder (A Harbor Cove Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Emily Page

It’s just another normal, peaceful Sunday in Harbor Cove for Skyler Avery, her mom Mary Beth, and Skyler’s friend Nichole. The trio are at Momma Avery’s house preparing Sunday dinner. But that peace is suddenly shattered with the delivery of shocking news via phone call. Momma Avery answers and it’s one of her book club friends Teresa Klark. Teresa’s voice is shaken on the other end because she’s in jail. Seems local librarian Arnold Watson was murdered recently and Teresa is a prime suspect! She calls upon Momma Avery and her daughter to find the real culprit before it’s too late.


The Mother/Daughter tandem jump into action and soon learn of more suspects in play. While the dark truth lies with one of these suspects, finding out who is behind this will lead to justice. Time is ticking since Teresa’s very freedom depends on the real killer’s identity being revealed!


Killchain (Year of the Zombie Book 1) by Adam Baker

Elize arrives in Mogadishu with instructions to assassinate a Russian embassy official. She has tactical command of a US kill-team, CIA operatives, rookies and veterans of a dozen war zones. It should be a straightforward hit but her luck is about to run out. She will soon find herself trapped in a city gone to hell, struggling to complete her mission in the face of betrayal, a spreading pandemic and a population hungry for flesh…


Set within the same world as Baker’s bestselling OUTPOST, JUGGERNAUT, TERMINUS and IMPACT, KILLCHAIN will appeal to fans of zombie horror and high-octane thrillers.


Praise for Adam Baker’s previous work:


‘JUGGERNAUT is hugely entertaining and as unstoppable as its namesake.’ (Financial Times)


‘There’s no denying the strength of Baker’s prose.’ (SFX Magazine)


‘An original and pacy debut.’ (Daily Mail)


‘It had me on the edge of my seat from page one.’ (Stephen Leather on OUTPOST)


‘A lock-and-load adventure of the highest calibre.’ (Adam Nevill on JUGGERNAUT)


Shot by Cupid’s Arrow: A Short and Sweet Romance by Brooke St. James

Erin Palmer was trying to make a fresh start in a new town. The last thing she wanted to do on moving day was take time out to stop at a Valentine’s Day festival. She only did it to make the move more enjoyable for her precious little girl.


Her intentions were to get in and out as quickly as possible. She wasn’t expecting it to be an all day affair, and she certainly wasn’t prepared for a run-in with Cupid.


Out of the Tank (Privateer Tales Book 7) by Jamie McFarlane

War veteran, Tabitha Masters, expected to live out the rest of her days with the debilitating scars of battle. But, after her crew made a deal with the devil (Smuggler’s Dilemma, Privateer Tales Book 6), she’s been given a second chance. A month in a medical tank and Tabby’s injuries are repaired, replaced and even upgraded.


Within hours of being discharged from the hospital, Tabby hears from Shri Ganguly – a fellow veteran and survivor of the Red Houzi war. Shri is convinced she’s being targeted and hopes that Tabby can help.


It will take everything Tabby has to recover, while facing down the danger that threatens her friend.


The Side Chick Who Turned into A Wife 3 by MARQUES LEWIS

Karma has finally chased down Brandon. With Tracy walking into the bar catching one of his sidepieces; all hell was about to break loose. Cash made it her mission to make Brandon’s life miserable for denying their child. Untold secrets, lies, and karma are ready to explode on everyone. Author Marques Lewis delivers his last book. Drama, sex, and fight scenes deliver one of winter’s books of the year.


The Caliban Program (Eric Ritter Spy Thriller Book 1) by Richard Fox

Months after 9/11, a covert arm of the CIA summons young Lieutenant Eric Ritter to Pakistan. Al Qaeda holds an American operative, and Ritter’s history with the kidnapper is key to rescuing the operative before it’s too late.


While the CIA need Ritter’s help, they consider him an expendable asset and throw him into a battle he isn’t ready for. Deep inside a hostile city, Ritter will learn what it takes to fight the cloak and dagger war against a merciless enemy, or die trying.


Contains an excerpt from INTO DARKNESS, the first full length novel of the Eric Ritter Spy Thriller series.


Eric Ritter novels in order:


  1. The Caliban Program
  2. Into Darkness
  3. The Socotra Incident
  4. The Beltway Assassin



Have you read any outstanding short reads/stories lately? Which one is your favorite? Share in the comments below.


Happy Reading!


MRS N, Book Addict

A Day That God Made by Best-Selling Author Mike Masi #BookReview #Survival #Aviation



Title: A Day That God Made

Author: Mike Masi

Genre: Aviation, Novella, Short Story


Book Blurb:

In a remote area of southwest Alaska a small cargo plane in heavy weather slams into the frozen ground at nearly two hundred miles per hour and disintegrates. Nine hundred square miles of white, empty tundra separates the crash site from the nearest human being. The airplane’s sole occupant is it’s gritty, discontented pilot and, improbably, he’s alive, coherent and hopelessly trapped. This novella is a provocative, true story and evokes the short works of Jack London, while offering the possibility that luck may have another name.


My Review:

A survival (quick read) novella and if you are a fan of the aura of the Alaskan Wild, this book is for you.  The story is of a pilot who crashes a plane while on route to a small Native American village and the story that unfolds from that.


I found the flashbacks excessive.  With just over 60 pages available, the time spent on the past should be limited in my view.  The steady referral to the pilot as only ‘Pilot’ (until very late) kept reminding me of the Seinfeld episode ‘The Jimmy’. I kept expecting the pilot would say ‘Pilot doesn’t like crashing planes’ ‘Pilot wishes he was on a tropical island’ ‘Oh now Pilot isn’t well’.


The sudden ending was sudden.


I did really enjoy the scene when his family is told of the crash and the emotion displayed.  That was brilliant and touching.


Too much flashback and too much ‘The Jimmy’.  I can give this only 3.5 stars.  A great premise, needs work.


My Rating:  3.5 stars


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Mike Masi began his adult life as a dancer performing in nearly every major concert hall in the United States including Carnegie Hall and Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. Knee damage led to stints as a waiter, accountant, oilfield roustabout and commercial airline pilot. He lives in an ancient hilltop village near the Adriatic Sea where life’s most important things are at his doorstep: good food, good coffee, good wine, good people and a soundtrack of church bells marking the graceful passage of time. A violent donkey crash is highly unlikely. A DAY THAT GOD MADE is his first book. He is currently at work on a novel.


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Lesson For the Day: Your Mistakes Do Not Define You #inspiration #affirmations


Everyone makes mistakes. As human beings, we are bound to make mistakes.  

I had a friend of mine ask me the other day if I regretted self-publishing. I shook my head and said no.

“Don’t you feel less of a writer? Don’t you wish you had been published by one of the big five?”

I paused for a full minute before replying.

“No,” I started. “The publishing industry is changing and more people are self-publishing than ever before. They’re taking creative control over their book(s) and it’s empowering. Sure, it’s more work to publish and market your book but it’s worth it.”

We then moved onto other topics but it got me thinking.  There is this stigma about self-published authors, small publishers are closing their doors (blaming the self-publishing market) and it’s a pity. No matter what avenue a book takes, it should deserve the same opportunities.

Equal opportunity reading, that’s my policy as a reader.

As a writer, I have made several mistakes. Do I regret them? Sure I do but they don’t define me as a person or as a writer.  Each mistake taught me a valuable lesson and I’m a better writer for it.

You’ve make mistakes too. Don’t let your mistakes define you!  You are a beautiful person with the Light shining within you. Learn from your mistakes and don’t repeat them.


Legends: A Legacy From the Grave, Legends Since Birth @AuthorDestiny #YA #BookPromo


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How Author @LiviaQuinn Met Her Hero from Undone #romance #guestpost #IARTG

How I Met My Hero, Cass, from Undone…

He appeared out of the blue as I drove down the winding two lane boarded by two hundred-year-old Live Oaks. The abandoned white concrete building sat directly ahead of me. As I approached and turned my blinker on, he became oh, so clear. Cass McKay. An Aussie hunk, his straw hat tipped over his forehead, but not so much that I couldn’t see the brilliant blue flame of his eyes. Arms crossed over his chest, the evening sun skimmed the golden fur of his arms, and his legs below his khakis. He leaned against the wall, waiting, waiting… for me? No, because he wasn’t at the old country store in front of me. In my mind, he was resting on the wall of his beloved’s New Orleans design and antiquities store.


He probably thought he was pulling off the casual bit, but I knew better. I knew his heart. It had been a year since he’d lost Elektra and the set of his jaw told me he was determined to win her back. If the loss of her valuable gem had been the reason for their broken engagement, then he had the perfect bait. The Blood Opal was once more within his reach. All he needed was someone to nudge her back into his arms. Me.


I’d been running the mail all morning listening to Jesse Cook’s Breathing Below Surface and Bonnie Raitt’s I Can’t Make you Love me if You Don’t and suddenly, there he was. In a little over two weeks their story was complete. Cass will forever be one of my favorite heroes. Who doesn’t love seeing a strong, handsome, independent alpha male brought to his knees by one special woman?


Cass may have looked all cocky and alpha propped against Elektra’s shop, but he was risking everything. Before meeting Elektra his plan had been to stay out of the “grasping clutches” of any woman, no matter how beautiful, how accommodating or how intriguing they might be. Elektra was beautiful, and intriguing didn’t even begin to describe her appeal – the word challenge did. Cass had always been up for a good challenge. After all, once the challenge was completed, the race won, the appeal was over, right? Wrong. This was the woman he’d risk his life for, no regrets. He’s 200% in for her love, because without her, he’s Undone.




Title: Undone

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Book Blurb:

One year ago, Antiquities dealer Elektra Charpentier lost the rarest opal she’d ever almost owned, and the only man she’d ever loved. Now he’s back.



Aussie gem hunter Cass McKay spent the last year searching for Elektra’s Blood Opal and a way back into her life and her heart. Now he has it. And he doesn’t intend to lose her again, because without her, he’s — U n d o n e.




One a.m. found the bar deserted as Cass threw back a shot of Cachaca, the strong native rum, and quickly poured another. They were as prepared as they could be with eight college-age men, two older men, a part time cop, three women, Monty and him.

His emotions were running the gamut from anticipation to worry, hope to despair. In the days since he’d returned and the opal was within reach, Elektra had become companionable, even flirtatious, but he realized now her heart was only engaged during their lovemaking. She seemed determined to keep him at a distance.

He downed the rum but as Elektra approached he set the shot glass down gently, deliberately on the table.

She was dressed in a flowered calf length skirt and a gypsy peasant blouse she must have borrowed from Elena. Pretty, so pretty. He was torn. When he’d returned originally, he’d been sure that all he’d have to do was get the opal, and she’d be so grateful she’d throw herself into his arms. But gratitude was underrated, and she was already in his arms, using him for great sex while she awaited delivery of the opal. Cass couldn’t settle for gratitude.

“Hoist with my own petard,” he thought. An ache settled in his chest as he admitted the truth, finally. He kept waiting for her to take what he offered, to meet him halfway, commit to a relationship. But it was no use— all she wanted was the opal.

He picked up the bottle.

“Pour me one will you?” Elektra said as she sat in the chair next to him and extended her glass.

Pouring them both one, he waited while she tossed the strong liquor back, squeezed her eyes closed for a second and extended her glass. “More.” His eyebrows inched up. She appeared to be on a mission and needed a couple stiff ones to accomplish it.

“Better go easy, if you want to tag along tomorrow.” He squinted at her, wondering what she was up to.

“I can handle it if you can,” she said, the plump swells of her breasts delineated by the gathered bodice. Sex, that’s all she wanted. His anger flared and he snapped. He’d teach her a lesson, show her he wasn’t her plaything.

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her after him. “Hey.” She half-heartedly resisted as he strode down the hallway. “I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Yanking the door open to their room, he threw her on the bed. “Don’t play games with me, I’m not in the mood.”

“I can see that, so why bring me here? You were on your way to a good drunk.”

“And what are you afraid of—that I’ll be too hung over to get your damned opal? That’s all you care about anyway. You’re driving me stark ravin’ bonkers.”

“Well, you’re the one who insisted on finding the frickin’ thing again, so why don’t you just forget it? Who’s pushing you? Let Vargas keep it.” Her voice hitched.

Right, Cass thought. She didn’t want him to do that. What was this, reverse psychology? He growled, capturing her wrists in one hand. His mouth came down in a hard possessive kiss.


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Make Someone Laugh/Smile Today #inspiration #funny #affirmations



When was the last time you went about your day with the intent of making people laugh and/or smile?

I tried to remember and I’m embarrassed to say I couldn’t remember. Life is filled with busy events and the non-ending to-do list. I try to be kind but it’s been a long time since I had my focus being to make someone smile and/or laugh.  That changes today and here is why.  This morning, I watched a video of a man high fiving New Yorkers:

I laughed so hard that I almost fell out of my chair!! The reactions from the people hailing a cab are priceless.  Watch it again and watch the pure joy in the bushy man’s face. It’s infectious!

Today, take a moment and make someone smile.  It could be a hug, kind word, compliment or smile. Tell a funny joke.

Make someone smile today and they will pass it on.


Scarab: A Colt Wilder Adventure by @NKarstulovich is a Must-Read! #bookpromo #books



Title: Scarab

Author: Nathan Karstulovich

Genre: Action/Adventure


Book Blurb:

A woman who doesn’t exist. A daring prison escape. And a chase through the desert.

In 1941 a young spy’s mission to deliver a powerful package to the Allied Forces during World War II is derailed when an explosion rocks her train.

More explosions. Disappearing teens. And a chase through ancient cities.

In 2018, Colt Wilder becomes a boy on a mission when he is thrust into action as part of the CAPE team of teenaged special agents, travelling the globe and solving the mystery that is the villainous Kaan and his secret weapon.

All actions, no matter how small, have an effect on others, in this fast paced tale of villains and heroes.



He pulled out the oval shaped package from his jacket pocket and placed a jewelled scarab on the desk in front of him.

“What is it?” asked Falcone.

“This, my learned friend,” Kaan began to brag, “is an ancient Egyptian scarab. My research tells me that it originally came from the sarcophagus of the pharaoh Kufhu. I understand that the woman who gave it to my grandfather was a spy working with the Allies. She told him that immediately upon her receiving it, the train she was on exploded. Her rail car was damaged but she was unharmed. My grandfather was meant to deliver it to someone important. I don’t remember who but he never made it there. Everywhere he went things exploded and he walked away.”

“Have you found any information that documents these explosions?” Falcone asked.

“None,” said Kaan. “As you have seen, though, it is true. My father received the scarab from my grandfather. He made many enemies but also tons of money working as a contract-for-hire with many well-known terrorist groups. You name it, he was there.”

“Really?” Falcone said skeptically.

Kaan began to rhyme off a list, “1981 Pan-Am airlines terminal in New York. An explosion in the toilets kills one. My father walked out without a scratch. 1983 the U.S. Embassy in Lebanon. A suicide bomber drives a van into the building. What they didn’t tell you on the news is that the bomber himself was never found. My father walked away. His last job was in 1998. The United States Embassy bombing in Kenya. Kills hundreds and injures thousands. My father walks away. You see, no one suspects a tourist carrying nothing more than an old souvenir scarab.”

“I find it very hard to believe an old cursed scarab is responsible for all of these things,” said Falcone, as Crissy continued to simply listen to the conversation. “How do you control when this scarab of yours makes things explode?

“It doesn’t matter what you believe, Falcone,” Kaan snapped. “What matters is that you know that I have been responsible for bombing all of the houses and land around this area. You know that I have bought all of that land at a really great price. You know that I have been using school children to dig tunnels and a lake on my land so that I can re-route the underground rivers and control all of the fresh water in Croatia and Slovania. I don’t need to be involved with terrorist organizations. Fresh water is the new oil. If I control fresh water, I control the world.” He became louder and louder as he spoke of his fresh water monopoly.

“Kaan, I don’t know what you are talking about,” said Falcone, honestly but with anger in his voice as he understood now what Kaan was really up to.

“Don’t lie to me Falcone,” Kaan retorted. “Three boys drowned in my tunnels yesterday.


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Author, teacher, runner, and adventurer, Nathan Karstulovich lives on the shores of Lake Ontario Nathan’s love of history, world geography, fun, and story-telling led him to a career in teaching, where he is energized by the inquisitiveness of his students. A kid at heart, Nathan loves a journey and takes the opportunity each summer to explore distant countries and cultures. He combines this with his passion for running by competing in running events wherever he can find one. He brings all of his interests to the classroom, incorporating travel, writing and a fervent curiosity into lessons and activities for his students. Nathan writes both fiction and nonfiction that inspire his colleagues to take a more creative approach and his students and young readers to seek, to create and always to live free and love the journey.


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Drawing the Line by @SylviaHubbard1 #BookPromo + #Giveaway! #RomanticSuspense



Title: Drawing The Line

Author: Sylvia Hubbard

Genre: Romance Suspense


Book Blurb:

How can she draw the line between her boss…and his brother?


Shane needs money to get away from her money hungry aunt. Her boss, Andrew and his brother, Paul, offer her “ultimate pleasure” if she gives them the child they need in order to keep a company they’ve worked hard to make successful. She accepts their offer, but realizes she has trouble drawing the line in her feelings for her handsome boss.


Yet, the bond that draws them all together is soon put to the test when Shane comes up missing amidst a chemical company land scandal she was investigating.


Andrew and Paul hope they find Shane in time before she loses the baby.


Drawing The Line is a Standalone story with the Mistaken Identity premise of a romantic polyamorous relationship. Listed as book four in the series because 1.5 isn’t recognized by most digital. Enjoy!


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“Shane, look at me,” he ordered. When she didn’t, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close. “Look at me!”


Reluctantly, she allowed herself to meet those deep mint green eyes that radiated animal attraction. Her body shuddered in pure lust at the thought of entwining in hot passionate lovemaking with this glorious man. She clutched the counter behind her tighter to hold on to the little shred of sanity left in her body.


Shane forced her eyes to keep his gaze locked with hers. “You’re my boss,” she said, grasping at reason and reality. This was not the man she was used to or the man Rachel had described.


“Damn professionalism, Shane. I don’t want to be your boss right now!”


Not knowing if she should be ecstatic or delirious, Shane still tried to be rational. “You want to fire me?”


He shook her shoulders slightly. “Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?”


“I’ve been doing nothing but listening! You’ve been making no sense at all! You change the rules, you act evasively, and you expect me to read your-”


Shane didn’t finish that sentence. Matter of fact, whatever she had been thinking had completely gone into a black hole which had suddenly opened up in her brain. That’s because his hot mouth overwhelmed her own, knocking whatever she had been saying or thinking completely out of her body.


She wasn’t sure how long the kiss lasted, but she was damn sure her mouth had been opened the entire time. His incredibly long tongue had almost licked her tonsils.


Shaking her head to force herself back to reality and breaking the kiss, she said, “I can’t do this, Andrew.” She was close to panicking.


“Do what, Shane?” he asked now rather calmly. The kiss had done something to him as well.


“I can’t draw the line. You’re my boss.” Pushing out of his arms, she moved around him to the front room.


He followed close behind as she started ranting hysterically. “I need this internship to graduate. My career means everything to me!”


“I know this, Shane. You don’t know how confused I was until now. Until the kiss.” He closed the distance between them looking as if he wanted another one.


She didn’t know if she could stop him if he did.


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Sylvia Hubbard knew she’d wanted to be a writer of romance long before she knew there were black writers in the world. Weaving stories magically as a summer past time to writing stories to get through the humdrum of school, she was able to create something from nothing.


Today, she has independently published over 35 books, is the founder of Motown Writers Network and The AA Electronic Literary Network, CEO of HubBooks Literary Services, runs over five blogs on a variety of subjects, host The Michigan Literary Network Radio Show and is a happily divorced mother of three children in Detroit, Michigan.


“I’m no superwoman,” she states with a smile that seems infinite on her lips. “I’m just being an asset in the world instead of a liability.”


Considered an addicted blogger by, nominated and recognized for her literary work in the Metro Detroit area, referred to as “A Literary Diva” by Detroit City Council and donned “Cliffhanger Queen” by her readers, she finds solace in speaking and educating on a variety of topics.



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Voices in the Wind by Judy Bruce Will Transport You #bookreview #books



Title: Voices in the Wind

Author: Judy Bruce

Genre: Literary Fiction, Suspense


Book Blurb:

The story is set in western Nebraska in the American Midwest. A young attorney accepts a job at her imperious father’s law firm, which forces her to confront tragedies old and new, and leads her into a harrowing fight for survival and the transformation that brings forgiveness and a new perspective.


Along the way, the heroine, Megan, must deal with a crooked attorney, a tornado, lots of root beer, a blond stud, voices in the wind, heartbreak, a lunatic with a shotgun, delicious pastries, isolation, and lies.


This rugged High Plains land of Megan’s hometown is the desolate, windblown, harsh land of the pioneer, American Indian, and cowboy. Even in adulthood, it stirs a strange yearning in Megan, as she deals with the pressures of a law firm and a new love, as well as her attempts to unravel the haunting mystery surrounding her mother. Meanwhile, a disturbed neighbor seeks vengeance against Megan and her friend, driving them into the darkness of the rough land in a test of her wits, fortitude, and resourcefulness. Ultimately, her greatest challenge is to forgive.


My Review:

Megan is a recent graduate of law school and she’s at a crossroads. Does she stay in Dexter and do what is expected of her or does she take the job in Omaha? She returns home for the funeral of her father’s best friend and partner in his law firm. There’s something so familiar about coming home and yet she knows things will be different between her and her father. She’s grown up and she’s now a strong, independent woman.



As she acclimates being back in Dexter and the townsfolk who know her, she’s dealt a serious blow and wonders why she came back in the first place. Coming home is never easy and Megan soon learns there’s more going on in the small town of Dexter than she first thought. The voices in the wind beckon her to uncover the truth and set them free. Can she learn how to handle all the new pressures and unravel the truth or will forces greater than her destroy all that she holds dear?


This is book one in a series from Judy Bruce and as a first book, it’s pretty good. The writing is descriptive and makes me feel like I’m right in the middle of Nebraska. The characters are well-developed (for the most part) and there’s a certain familiarity to Megan that connects me to the story. Maybe it’s the fact that I grew up in Minnesota and can relate on that level.


The scenery and setting are spot-on and the writing style reminds me of Laura Ingalls Wilder. Judy Bruce transports the reader to the Midwest and you get to experience everything from a tornado to the vastness of the landscape.


The plot, while well-conceived, drags a bit here and there. There are spots that could’ve been tightened up.


Overall, this is a beautiful story of the resilience of the human spirit and its ability to forgive those who hurt us most. I can’t wait to read the next in the series.


Favorite Character:

Megan. When we first meet Megan, she is returning home after her father’s friend and partner in his law firm passes away. Her father assumes she will move back home and be his partner in his law firm. I like how we see her mature and come into her own. She asks the tough questions and when pushed to her limits, she realizes she has incredible inner strength. I can’t wait to see what happens in the next book.


My Rating:  4 stars


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Judy Bruce


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Hello, book fans. I am the mother of two, the wife of one, and the sibling of three (formerly four). I also blog at  where I ramble about favorite books and movies and personal topics–my younger sister Janet who died of brain cancer, and my autistic son Danny who takes quirky to an amazing level. Aside from writing novels, I have contributed various works on law, history, and social issues. I am a Kirkus Reviews Featured Author, and a member of Goodreads, the Authors Guild, the Cassell Network of Writers, and the American Film Institute. Yet my true love, apart from my family, is fiction—writing and reading it.


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If You Were Me and Lived in… Egypt by @CarolePRoman #bookreview #kidlit #IARTG

IYWM Egypt


Title: If You Were Me and Lived in… Egypt

Author: Carole P. Roman (Author), Kelsea Wierenga (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Picture Books, Travel, Multi-culturalism


Book Blurb:

Join Carole P. Roman when she visits the stunning and exciting land of Egypt in the newest book of her informative series. Learn why this ancient land often called “the cradle of civilization.” Travel down the Nile to discover Egypt’s fascinating history. See the land through the eyes of a youngster like you and understand what life is like in this exotic place.


Don’t forget to look at the other books in the series so that you can be an armchair world traveler.


My Review:

All abroad! We’re travelling to the country of Egypt, courtesy of Award-Winning Author Carole P. Roman. When I think of Egypt, the first thing I think of is the iconic Cleopatra. But thanks to Carole, I’ve learned Egypt is a lot more than her.


Here are few facts:

  • Egypt is one of the oldest nations on Earth, as it’s 10,000 years-old
  • Cairo is the largest city in the Middle-East
  • Egypt is home to one of the great wonders of the world: The Pyramids
  • You can sail down the Nile River in a felucca, the same design as what the Egyptians sailed in thousands of years ago
  • Sham-al-Nessim is a national holiday that marks the beginning of spring and Egyptians decorate eggs like what children do for Easter.



I loved this book because while I am fascinated by Ancient Egypt, it was eye-opening to see what Egyptian children do for fun nowadays. Carole did an outstanding job with blending history with modern-day in this delightful book. The pronunciation guide was filled with all kinds of words and concepts that I even enjoyed.


Children will love this journey to Egypt and it will help them see that we’re a lot alike.


I can’t wait to see where Carole will take us next.


My Rating:  5 stars


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Author Biography:

Named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2012 for her first book, award winning author Carole P. Roman started writing as a dare from one of her sons. Using an imaginary game she played with her grandson as a base, Captain No Beard was born.”Captain No Beard- An Imaginary Tale of a Pirate’s Life” has not only been named to Kirkus Best of 2012, it received the Star of Exceptional Merit, and won the Pinnacle Award for 2012. “Pepper Parrot’s Problem with Patience” Book 2 in the series, received 5 Stars from The ForeWord Review The Clarion Review. Strangers on the High Seas has won second place in the Rebecca’s Reads Choice Awards 2013. It has followed with six more books to the series. This year, Captain No Beard and the Aurora Borealis was named to Kirkus Best 2015. The entire cultural non-fiction series If You Were Me and Lived in… was named Best Series by Shelf Unbound. She has begun work on two new series that will be released in early 2016.



Motivated by her love of yoga, Roman has written a book that not only teaches four poses, but shows how easy and accessible yoga can be.



Her new non fiction series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…” combines her teaching past with her love of exploration and interest in the world around us. The debut book in the series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…Mexico” has won the Pinnacle Award for Best in Children’s Non Fiction 2012. France, South Korea, and Norway. Rebecca’s Reads has given If You Were Me and Lived in…Norway an honorable mention in the 2013 Choice Awards. If You Were Me and lived in …France won second place. ForeWord Review has nominated If You Were Me and Lived in…France for best in children’s non fiction literature 2013. They will be followed with Kenya, Turkey, India, and Australia. She plans to do Portugal, Greece, and Argentina next year.



Writing for children has opened up a whole second act for her. While she is still working in her family business, this has enabled her to share her sense of humor as well as love for history and culture with the audience she adores. Roman lives on Long Island with her husband and near her children.


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