What’s Love Got to Do With It? @LiviaQuinn Says Everything! #romance #FridayReads #books


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Oh oh oh, what’s love got to do with it, got to do with it? In the case of romance, everything!

 

 

One of the reasons romance is the most popular genre in the world is the emotional connection we feel with the hero and heroine as they overcome obstacles to be together. And there’s something for everyone – small town, sweet, contemporary, historical, suspense, thriller, military, erotic, steampunk, paranormal…the list goes on.

 

 

When I read men’s or women’s fiction, while I enjoy the story, I’m not nearly as invested unless there’s a building relationship between the hero and his significant other. With romance, I can enjoy the ride knowing there will be a happily-ever-after, or, in these days of series, at least a happy for now. One of my favorites is a Sandra Brown romance thriller. While I’m not likely to encounter a sexy undercover FBI agent on my doorstep, imagining a happy-ever-after that comes out of the blue is thrilling and makes for a great escape.

 

 

In my book Blame it On the Moon, Sheriff Jack Lang is preparing to fight the supernatural bad guys he hadn’t even known existed a couple weeks before, while his girlfriend, Tempest Pomeroy and others lie fading from the effects of the Para-moon. Everything – their lives, their relationship and the safety of the world beyond Destiny is in the balance. He can’t lose this fight.

 

 

What is your favorite genre of romance and why?

 

 

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Blame it on the Moon Blurb:

It’s the height of the Para-moon and Sheriff Jack Lang is up to his ‘6’ in alligators. Defending those weaker than himself is in his DNA which is what drove him to become a Navy pilot. Who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! But supernatural bad guys…

 

Ragtag doesn’t begin to describe his band of temporary ’heroes’. If he has to go to war with the group that showed up at dawn, he might as well start cutting up white sheets and attaching them to garden stakes.

 

With Tempe and the other Paramortals ill or incapacitated and the sudden appearance of beings he’s never heard of, will Jack be able to keep Destiny out of the hands of their enemies for the rest of the power down and—very important—keep the humans in the dark?

 

It’s only twenty-four hours. If worse comes to worse, he has a dragon on his side and a few surprises up his sleeve. “Yippe, ki, yi…” But a lot can happen in twenty-four hours and things don’t always go as planned.

 

 

Excerpt:

(Conor and Montana visit the Faerie King)

 

“Oomph!” I sprang to my feet, ready to fight if it was a trick and to give Conor a talking-to but the three were already nearing the porch, leaving me to bring up the rear.

 

I heard the chorus of excited fairies before I made it to the front door.

 

“It’s a dwagon. A weel dwagon,” two seemingly young voices screamed.

 

“He’s beautiful.” That was a low pitched sultry sounding faerie that sent my hackles up.

 

“Mr. Dwagon, can I touch your scales…”

 

“Can you bwiev fire?” Finally, a male voice.

 

The excitement went on until finally, stranded outside the monstrous entrance until I could get someone’s attention I yelled, “Can I get a word in with Petre and Arabella please? We’re on time clock here.”

 

Every face in the Inn— all shapes, sizes, and colors of fairie turned to me and I realized I’d underestimated the race, understanding now, too late, the size of a fairy was of no consequence. Having a twenty-foot tall king was like a colossal diversion. It gave one a feeling of superiority as if there were only two fae who could be a threat when in actuality it was a house full of deadly assassins, who could kill a hundred different ways—each.

 

Even the tiniest pixie seated on Petre’s long narrow leg could probably kill me. This was an entirely magical world and I was out of my depth. The minuscule little fairy on Petre’s knee shivered with the desire to take me on. It was written all over his face from his angry glowing eyes to his posture which was leaning forward from his desire to attack, only Petre’s thumb on his backside keeping him from leaping the distance to my throat.

 

I cleared my throat and tried to scrape up a modicum of humility. I knew what the word meant but like my thoughts earlier on arrogance, I hadn’t had much call for this trait either, and quite frankly hadn’t ever seen a use for it.

 

Conor waited for me to dig myself out of the hole I’d dug. His brow lifted, waiting. Petre looked like he wanted to let the little fairie have his way. Only Arabella looked as if she understood my outburst. She was Tempe’s friend so she knew me by extension of that friendship.

 

I kept my eyes on Bella’s. Was she trying to send me a message? Try a little humble pie.

 

“I… apologize, King, to you and all of your…er…subjects…er, family. I am a warrior and…” The truth will do. I heard the voice in my head and looked back at Arabella who smiled. The truth, right. I started over. “I do apologize. My urgency and warrior nature leaves me little regard for diplomacy. That is something I must learn obviously. May I enter and speak with you about our current crisis? Time really is of the essence.”

 

Conor’s shoulders relaxed and I felt a squeeze of my heart when I saw his swords, which had been lifted a half a foot out of the sheath behind his shoulders, settle back into place at the ready should we need to fight our way out. He smiled at me. It made me feel all gooey inside. Sheesh, these emotions were new, totally new, like never in four hundred years new.

 

Petre’s friendly facade went dark, his face and the musculature in his body changed, the bones nearly protruding through the skin, giving him the appearance of a deadly predator with a long menacing mouthful of razor like teeth. A glance at the other formally cheerful fae revealed similar changes. And the glowing green eyes and household now all looked at me like I was the next course.

 

For the first time in my life I felt a strong compunction to run, not out of fear— Okay, I could admit to a bit of healthy fear—just this once I would have run, though I doubted it would have done any good without my Dinnshencha power. The vamp gave me speed and strength but I was badly outnumbered by a species that were actually superior to vamps in many ways. Good thing I had Conor. I noticed even Petre cut his eyes toward Conor. The desire to eat me must be pretty strong. Better deliver the message before they lost control.

 

“Um, I know you’d prefer to eat me more than listen to me, or divide me up with the clan…”

 

Petre growled, “I don’t share…”

 

I heard Conor swords slip out of their sheaths. Petre’s posture relaxed slightly. “I was asked to inform you of the Chaos and beg your assistance.” Petre’s eyes flared and the view of his teeth became more prominent as he gave what I assumed – that comment seemed to give him particular pleasure.

 

And if birds could be said to roll their eyes, I would swear that’s what Petre’s Queen had aimed in his direction. Then Petre said, “Kneel, vampire.”

 

 

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Livia Quinn is a DC native who lives by the bayou in Louisiana. She believes in the power of love. To see excerpts from all her books visit https://liviaquinn.com

 

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A Heart Made For Love by Linda Tillis @Linda34434 #historicalromance #TWRP #romance


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Title – A Heart Made For Love

 

Author – Linda Tillis

 

Genre – Historical/Inspirational Romance

 

Publisher –  The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb –  

In rural Florida, 1903, Mae Hinton cares for her father and younger brothers, trying to fill her deceased mother’s shoes. Her life is shattered and her faith tested when her innocence is stolen by roving miscreants. Left unconscious, unable to identify her attackers, she pledges to help other victimized women. She pursues an education and learns to deal with bigoted ministers, well-to-do hypocrites, and men with higher regard for their livestock than their women.

 

Edward Finch is nearly done with medical studies in England when he comes home for the holidays. Love flourishes, and Mae seems close to achieving her dreams of both true love and a haven for victims, once she can explain to him why she carries a pistol. Then her new-found happiness is upset by a murder as one of her attackers returns.

 

She may settle this herself…or she may find that vengeance truly belongs to God.

 

Excerpt –

A faint breeze drifted across the balcony, bringing a whiff of something that brought Mae out of her daydream and began a growing sense of unease.

 

As her nose caught the elusive scent again, her stomach tightened and she began to tremble. The fragrance, wafting in and out of the reach of her memory, was lemongrass. Mae understood it was unreasonable to be this frightened by a hint of lemongrass on the breeze, and she’d almost calmed her foolish nerves when she became aware of male voices. Right behind the palm trees at her shoulders, one of the men said something she could not understand, and then the second one spoke: “Perhaps this is not such a good idea after all.”

 

Mae wanted to stand, to run, to scream, but she found herself frozen to the bench. Time stood still. She could no longer hear anything. There was just the roaring in her head. She could see Patrick clapping his hands and jumping up and down as the fireworks display illuminated the evening sky. Everyone on the balcony was staring off to the north, where the beautiful colored lights made intricate patterns in the air.

 

Mae could only hear her inner roar — the sound of the culmination of a fear so strong she was almost paralyzed by it. The only sound she made was the soft rustling of her satin dress as she first stood, then collapsed as if her bones had melted. It was a good minute or two before anyone became aware that the young woman lying on the balcony floor had fainted dead away.

 

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Author Biography –

Linda was born in Goody, Kentucky, the heart of coal-mining country. She lost her mother to cancer when she was ten years old. The then moved to Florida to live with her father and his new family.

 

She was a voracious reader in high school and often earned a couple of dollars by writing book reports for others.

 

She went to work in the garment manufacturing industry a week after graduating high school. She spent nine years on the sewing floor, then nine years as assistant to the production manager. Linda saw the hand writing on the wall when the garment industry started its migration overseas.

 

She then went to work for the local police department as a dispatcher, but after six months, she started training as a Crime Scene Investigator. After she spent twenty years of photographing, recording, and testifying in abuse cases, homicides, and everything in between, her husband convinced her that the job was slowly killing her. She agreed and retired.

 

After a year to recuperate and clear her head, she went back to work as a 911 dispatcher and continued for another seven years. As the last retirement drew closer, she started writing. Her stories are of strong women who overcome adversity to find the love they deserve. She hopes they will give strength to someone out there who needs to understand that they are NOT alone.

 

 

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Crashing Into Me by @AuthorRLJackson #romance #books #amreading


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Title: Crashing Into Me

Author: R.L Jackson

Genre: Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A year after being left at the altar, headstrong E.R Nurse, Lana McKenzie is finally piecing her life back together. Tired of dealing with seeing her ex and his new girlfriend at every turn, she longs for blissful solitude and can’t wait to enjoy a peaceful vacation alone in the mountains. However, her plans go awry when a rude stranger literally embeds himself into her life and mind.

Handsome, wealthy, and troubled, Kayden Capshaw is struggling with the death of his brother, while also trying to escape the claws of his controlling mother. In his grief, the last thing Kayden wants to deal with is the fallout from his last run in with the law. Yet, he also longs to get to know the woman now snowed in with him at the house on the hill.

The ice between them thaws every minute they spend together, and they find that they have more in common than they realize. Will they find a way to make it through, or will it all, like the snow, melt away?

 

Excerpt:

Lana sat in the truck and watched the Tesla speed away. He was driving way too fast for someone she was supposed to be following. She started the truck and pulled onto the roadway and hit the gas. He was running! She should’ve known better and called the police—it served her right. It didn’t take a genius to see that she reacted to him like a grade school crush and when he caught on, he played her like a fiddle. Lana slammed her hands down on the steering wheel as she accelerated towards the car from hell. As hard as she pressed the pedal, the aging Ford couldn’t catch up to the Tesla. As her truck went up a steep hill in the road and came back down, the Tesla was nowhere in sight.

 

“Damn it!” she yelled, and took her foot off the gas, letting the vehicle slow down to speeds it was more accustomed.

 

She glanced down at the business card in the middle console and rolled her eyes. Kayden Capshaw had probably spent his entire life getting out of things like this because of his looks and she was just his newest victim. Taking another deep breath, the cherry car freshener slammed into her nostrils and made her feel nauseous. She grabbed it off the rearview mirror, rolled the window down and threw it out.

 

She knew she’d have to find a way to track him down and make him pay for her truck, but that was tomorrow’s problem. She just wanted to get off the road and make it the rest of the way to Hamby, safe and sound. As pissed as she was with him, she couldn’t get his gaze and those eyes out of her mind. She wiped the thought away and for the first time in a long time she wished her car radio actually worked.

 

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Author Biography:

R.L Jackson writes fiction and enjoys reading Romance, Fantasy, Dystopian, YA, and everything in between. She is also a seasoned screenwriter, an avid movie lover, ruthless supporter of all things creative and a hopeless romantic. Residing in the Sunny state of Florida, she plans on bringing many more worlds, from different genres to light in the near future.

 

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Shot and Left for Dead… Lies, Love and Redemption by @KWilkinsauthor #romance #western


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Title: Lies, Love & Redemption

Author: Kelli A. Wilkins

Genre: Historical/Western romance

 

Blurb:

Lies, Love & Redemption

 

Shot and left for dead, Sam Hixton stumbles into a general store on the Nebraska prairie and collapses into the arms of Cassie Wilcox.

 

Cassie’s world is turned upside down when the handsome stranger drops into her life. Sam is another complication she doesn’t need: her business is dying and her trouble with the townspeople is escalating. Yet she’s determined to keep the store open — no matter what the cost.

 

As Sam recovers from his injuries, he hides the truth about his identity and convinces Cassie to let him work in the store. He’s attracted to her and admires her independent nature but quickly realizes Cassie’s in way over her head. They fight their growing attraction, and Cassie questions whether she can trust her fragile heart to a mysterious stranger. Will he accept her once he knows about her troubled past?

 

Cassie resists Sam’s advances and represses her feelings until one fateful night when they give in to their fiery passion. Together, they work out a plan to save the store but find their efforts are thwarted—and their lives endangered—by the locals.

 

Sam’s secret returns to haunt him and pulls him away just when Cassie needs him the most. Will he regain her trust when she learns the truth?

 

Cassie has everything invested in the store—can she save it and find true love with Sam before it’s too late?

 

Excerpt:

Cassie dusted off a can of apricots and restacked it on the shelf. “Why do I even bother?” she muttered as she picked up the next can.

 

 

Another week had come and gone, but her days were always the same. Get up at dawn, sweep out the store, dust off the cans, and . . . wait. Her few customers strolled in on Saturday and Sunday afternoons to buy odds and ends, but nearly everyone bought their bulk goods at the general store in Baxter. Townsfolk came here only when they wanted something quick—or on credit.

 

 

The bell above the door jangled, but she didn’t bother to turn around. “That you, Luke? You’re up early. I bet you haven’t seen this side of ten o’clock in—”

 

 

She glanced over her shoulder and shrieked. The can of apricots slipped from her hand and rolled across the floor.

 

 

A stranger covered in blood leaned against the doorjamb.

 

 

She rushed to his side. “Who are you? What happened?”

 

 

The man locked his blue eyes onto hers. “Help me.”

 

 

He held a battered leather satchel out to her. “Hide this,” he said, then collapsed forward.

 

 

Cassie caught him around the waist and eased him to the plank floor. Was he dead? She felt the side of his sweaty neck. His heart was beating, but he looked like hell. His clothes were coated in blood and dirt, and his face had a sickly white hue to it. He was lucky to be alive. Someone had shot him full of holes.

 

 

Where had he come from? Holloway was in the middle of nowhere with no railroad connection, and it wasn’t on the stagecoach line. She hadn’t heard a horse out front, and he couldn’t have walked here from Baxter, could he? That would be suicide.

 

 

Wild ideas raced through her mind as she stared down at him. Maybe he was a fugitive or a bank robber. Decent people didn’t get themselves shot for no reason. Whoever shot him could’ve been following him, looking to finish him off.

 

 

Her gaze settled on the satchel. What was in it? Money? Gold? The deed to a silver mine? Why did he want her to hide it?

 

 

Cassie brushed her hair away from her face and frowned. What the hell was she supposed to do with him? Why had he wandered into her store, of all places? The last thing she needed was a half-dead stranger complicating her life. His being here would only stir up trouble—and she already had more than she needed.

 

 

Maybe she could— With a start, she realized he hadn’t moved. She shook his bloodied left shoulder.  The man remained motionless. “Damn it to hell.” She yanked the satchel from his grip, then ran behind the counter and stuffed it in the bottom drawer. There wasn’t time to look inside and see what the stranger was hiding. Whoever he was, he needed help—fast.

 

 

Order your copy of Lies, Love & Redemption here:

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B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lies-love-and-redemption-kelli-a-wilkins/1124391964?ean=9781942546665

 

 

Links to other platforms: http://medallionpress.com/books/lies-love-redemption/

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

 

Midsummer Night’s Delights, the first book in the Naughty Nobles trilogy of erotic historical/fantasy romances, was released in February 2017. Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

 

Kelli’s third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption is a spicy historical western set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

 

Her writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative non-fiction guide based on her years of experience as a writer. It’s filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

 

If you like to be scared, check out Kelli’s horror ebooks: Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

 

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor. She also writes a weekly blog: http://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/.

 

Visit her website, www.KelliWilkins.com to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/HVQqb.

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Staying Grounded by @MarianneRiceAut #romance #amreading #giveaway


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Title: Staying Grounded

Author: Marianne Rice

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

Graham Riley enjoys the laid-back freedom of a pilot’s life—until one choice puts his career in jeopardy…

 

Graham loves his job—it allows him to escape his troubled past and the stigma of being a murderer’s son. But after an altercation with a drunk passenger is posted on social media, he’s forced to go on administrative leave until his name can be cleared. To get his wings back, he must attend anger management classes, and to avoid the media frenzy near his home base in Texas, he heads to Rocky Harbor, Maine.

 

Responsible therapist Maggie O’Fallon wants a stable relationship with a man who’s not going anywhere…

 

Maggie grew up with parents who were never around, physically or emotionally. Needing steadiness in her life and in a relationship, she only dates men with normal jobs. But when Graham walks into her office and flashes his charming steel-blue eyes at her, she’s at a loss for words. Torn between her ethics and her heart, Maggie asks Graham to see a different therapist so they can explore the chemistry between them.

 

He has everything she’s been looking for—except stability…

 

Maggie touches something deep within Graham and he panics, pushing her away, too scared to face his feelings. But when a private investigator threatens to discredit not only Graham, but Maggie’s practice as well, he is faced with two choices. Fight…or take flight.

 

Battling a lawsuit and his heart, Graham must decide what’s more important—the life he thought he wanted…or Maggie. Maggie might be the only thing that will ever help Graham

 

Stay Grounded.

 

 

Excerpt:

“I haven’t been with Ashley, or any other woman, since I met you.”

 

Her girly parts tingled at the admission. But still…

 

“Congratulations. You must be very proud. And horny.”

 

Graham smirked and her toes curled. Double damn! Her snarky comments were supposed to piss him off, spar a fight, not twist his lips into a magnetic grin.

 

“You might not believe it, but I have pretty good control over my…sexual tendencies.” The words rolled off his tongue and she had to clench her thighs. “Except when I’m around you.”

 

“That’s a good one. Do most girls fall for that line?”

 

“First time I used it. How’s it working?”

 

Too. Damn. Well. “I’ve heard better.”

 

Graham stood, stalking her with his eyes, doing that unfair panty-dropping grin thing with his perfect lips.

 

“Maggie.” He stepped closer, and she told her legs to move backward, but they wouldn’t listen to her and stayed locked, waiting, wanting, Graham to come closer. “You do things to me I don’t understand.”

 

“Ditto.” Oops. She didn’t mean for that to slip out.

 

“I want you to think about kissing me as much as I think about kissing you.”

 

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Author Biography:

Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. Her heroes are big and strong, yet value family and humor, while her heroines are smart, sexy, sometimes a little bit sassy, and are often battling a strong internal conflict. Together, they deal with real life issues and always, always, find everlasting love. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, relaxing with fancy drinks and romance books. Connect with her on Facebook or visit her website at www.mariannerice.com

 

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Meet Beth Alexander (Christmas in Havenport by @RuthACasie) #romance #TuesdayBookBlog


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It’s our great pleasure to have Beth Alexander (Ruth A. Casie’s I’ll Be Home for Christmas in Christmas in Havenport) appear on the POTL Blog today. She’s one of our favorite residents of Havenport. She agreed to sit down with MRS N for a candid character interview. Take it away, Beth:

 

Hi, I’m Beth Alexander, a New York Times, USA Today best-selling author. I want to thank you for inviting me to speak to you today.

 

How did you first meet your writer?

I met Ruth A. Casie at a book signing in a Bergen County New Jersey bookstore. We were both signing our new releases. We had a great time discussing the industry and finding out about each other. I look back on that discussion often. I knew she wrote historical fantasy, but had no idea she had branched out into contemporary romance. She was telling me about some of her concerns about changing genres. That turned out to be exactly what I did by the end of I’ll Be Home for Christmas.

 

Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?

Actually, no. I write books. I’m not in them. I will say that this story shows you who I am, warts and all.

 

What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?

Oh, the dialog. The repartee between me and Jarred is priceless, especially in the library scene. We were talking about the different way men and women react to stress and sex. I still can’t believe how open and frank I was, nor the low timber of his voice and his eyes. Do you mind if I have a drink of water. It’s hot in here.

 

What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?

I love to brainstorm new stories and think of ways to put my hero and heroine in danger. There are times when I have no idea how I’m going to get them out on the other side. There are times when they take the pen right out of my hand. I don’t know how they do it but they come up with the answer. At those times I’m simply their scribe.

 

Do you like the way the book ended?

I find my true love and resurrect my sinking writing career. I wouldn’t have Ruth change a word.

 

Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?

After the story released we went into discussions with our publisher, Timeless Scribes. I presented a story concept for a sequel. Timeless Scribes and Ms. Casie liked it so much they encouraged me to move forward with it. The Game’s A’Foot, part of Welcome to Havenport, released last May. I’ve been speaking to Ms. Casie about a third story and possibly putting all three stories together. The working titles is Love Between the Sheets. I’m trying to convince her to release it this summer. I think I’ve almost got her convinced.

 

What is your least favorite characteristic your writer has attributed to you?

I had been snarky on a social media chat that went viral. My fan base abandoned me. Let’s just say my reaction wasn’t pretty, nor something I want to remember.

 

What do you wear when you go to sleep?

Hmmm, nothing.

 

What is your most prized possession?

My Jimmy Choos!

 

What do you like most about where you live?

I live in Havenport, Rhode Island, a small town on the coast. It’s very similar to Newport. I’ve lived here all my life. My parents have retired to Florida and gave the house to me, my two brothers and my sister as a vacation home. Vacations became only Christmas. So I bought my brothers and sister out and now live there year round. They still invade for Christmas which suites me just fine.

 

What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy fall Sunday?

If Jarred is home and not giving lectures in New York City, he’s glued to the television watching a game and I’m right there next to him. When he’s away is like to catch up on my reading.

 

Thank you so much for having me today. I had a great time speaking with you. I hope your readers enjoy Ruth A. Casie’s I’ll Be Home for Christmas, one of five short stories in Christmas in Havenport.  But don’t forget to look for more about me and Jarred in her story, The Game’s A’Foot in Welcome to Havenport.

 

 

Title: Christmas in Havenport

Author: Ruth A. Casie, Lita Harris, Emma Kaye, Nicole S. Patrick, Julie Rowe

Genre: Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

In the quaint seaside town of Havenport, Rhode Island, five couples find their happily ever afters with a little help from the romance section of The Final Chapter bookstore.

 

Ruth A. Casie ~ I’ll Be Home for Christmas

 

Beth Alexander, best-selling romance writer, has lost her muse, her fan base, and maybe the loyalty of her beloved agent. Sales of her new release plummet on the best seller list, and her contract with her publisher is in jeopardy. A heat-of-the-moment social media comment about a rival author goes viral, and not in a good way. No one knows that the rival author is the stuff male cover models are made of, least of all Beth Alexander. She heads home to Havenport, Rhode Island for a Christmas book signing, and a chance to lay low and let the storm pass.

 

Beth’s chance encounter with a handsome, witty stranger has her heart racing, and her muse seemingly back. But, will the new story line she’s created save her career? Or will her handsome savior betray her and turn out to be her worst nightmare?

 

Lita Harris ~ Winter Wonderland

 

Olivia Baxter struggles with her indecision to return to college and heads to Havenport, Rhode Island to visit her aunt during winter break. Memories of prior Christmas’ emerge, and a chance meeting with an interesting stranger makes Olivia think twice about staying in New England or returning to her studies.

 

Max Porter has been searching for his biological parents, which leads him to Havenport, Rhode Island. He wanders into the Final Chapter bookstore and befriends Olivia, an open minded, and warm person who wants to help him find the answers to his past.

 

Together, the young couple discover new things about themselves that lead them to think about where their lives may lead next. Will they move on to the next chapter together, or go their separate ways?

 

Emma Kaye ~ Baby, It’s Cold Outside

 

Jane Caulfield should have known better than to read aloud from a book of magick during her famous sister-in-law’s book signing at The Final Chapter bookstore. After all, the last spell she cast brought her and her brother forward in time two hundred years. She knows the power of magick.

 

She didn’t know the spell would bring her nineteenth century love, Adam Royce, forward in time. Or that he would assume he’d died and joined her in heaven. Jane gets more than she bargained for trying to persuade Adam they’re both alive and in the twenty-first century.

 

Jane knows they’re soul mates, but convincing Adam may not be so easy. Will Adam insist on returning to his own time, or can Jane use both love and a little magick to help him understand that this time and place is exactly where he’s meant to be?

 

Nicole S. Patrick ~ White Christmas

 

Prosecutor Savannah Moore’s life changed in an instant. Career on hiatus, recovering from an attack, she finds solace for the holidays in the town of Havenport, Rhode Island.  A change of pace for sure. Just what she needs to heal and rebuild her confidence to testify against her attacker. An unexpected meeting of gorgeous Marc “Mac” MacDonald leaves Savannah unsure of her next move. Should she stay in Havenport with this brave, sexy, and hard, yet gentle former Marine? Or, should she return to the crazy life of courtrooms and cases? Mac helps her understand that taking one day at a time might lead to a future she least expected.

 

Mac MacDonald has finally found a place to call home. A place where he feels part of a family. His car repair business is booming, his former girlfriend and all her drama is history, and he’s ready to move on to the next chapter in his life. Savannah Moore is cute, sexy, and tougher than she looks. But when someone tries to hurt her, Mac realizes he’s never had this intense degree of protective instincts for anyone, not even in combat. Savannah has touched a place in his heart that surprises and thrills him. Can he convince her to let this thing between them grow?

 

Julie Rowe ~ Merry Christmas, Baby

 

Marine biologist Mattie Clark is moving back to her hometown after the break-up of her marriage, but she doesn’t expect to run into her high school crush (literally) only days after returning, or to discover he’s not the smooth operator she remembers. Charles Walker survived a horrific fire only to have his whole world fall apart. His fiancé walked out on him, taking his confidence in himself with her. His own family avoids him now, uncomfortable with the scars he carries. He sinks into a depression nothing will cure, except a short, curvy tornado named Mattie Clark. She seems determined to pull him out of the black hole he’s been living in, but is this a short term fling or is she willing to stay for the long haul?

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http:// www.ruthacasie.com

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Twitter:  http://www.twitter.com/RuthACasie

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4792909.Ruth_A_Casie

 

Emerging From Darkness Trilogy by @JMMaurer1 is a Spectacular Romantic Series! #romance


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Title Seeking Love (Book 1)

Series Title Emerging From Darkness Trilogy

Author J.M. Maurer

Genre Contemporary Romance 18+

Book Blurb

Three years after a bitter divorce, Jessica Winters isn’t sure she’s ready—or capable—to move on. The thought of another relationship terrifies her, but things quickly change when she meets the playfully witty and handsome sex therapist Matthew Moi. At first, she tries to ignore him, but something in the way he levels his sultry gaze on her awakens her soul.

Secretly in love with Jessica, Matthew has been giving her the space she needed to heal. Incapable of waiting any longer and eager to work his way into her broken heart, he seizes an opportunity to have their paths cross. But when her painful past resurfaces, revealing truths that threaten their future, Matthew must prove to Jessica that a shot at true love is worth the risk.

Excerpt

One thing I knew: I wasn’t that woman anymore. I wouldn’t be her anymore.

My heart was racing at the thought of being separated from Matthew by only the door, and I watched as it opened, knowing he stood mere feet away. I drew in a deep breath to calm my frantic nerves and steady my racing heart. It was the moment my eyes would see him again, and the same moment I knew all involuntary muscle movements would cease.

As Matthew stepped in and around the door, his alluring eyes captured me. The feeling was nothing new. I’d been imprisoned by his gaze before. And locked in it again, I watched as he drifted to me, the indisputable chemistry between us palpable and absolute. His mesmerizing eyes had hypnotized my burning soul, completely bewitching me.

“Hello, Jessica,” he murmured, pointing to an open area of the bed. “Mind if I sit?”

I gave a slight shake of my head, having difficulty forming the simple word “no,” and watched as he made himself comfortable facing me. His crisp charcoal-colored trousers bunched as he scooted on the bed. My sight roamed along his classic plum-colored dress shirt and stopped searching once I focused on his face.

Buy Links

Amazon US – www.amazon.com/dp/B00T2EWNNW

Amazon UK – www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00T2EWNNW

Nook- http://bit.ly/SkL3jBN

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Kobo – http://bit.ly/SLKobo

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Author Biography

J.M. started working as a registered nurse in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit where she cared for critically ill children, transported them from outlying hospitals, and even picked up overtime hours treating patients of all ages while inside a hyperbaric chamber. Holding a Bachelor’s degree in nursing, she loves to write about strong characters and their struggles in life. Her books explore themes of revenge, redemption, and hope along with the intrigue of true love, sex, and marriage.

An incurable romantic with a penchant for dark chocolate and red wine, no matter what trials or tortures her characters face, love will always prevail . . . because, after all, what’s better than a happily-ever-after?

When not writing, you can find her spending time with family and friends, exploring the outdoors, or attempting most any sport. She resides in Chicago with her husband and son.

Social Media Links

Website: http://jmmaurer.com

Blog: https://jmmaurer.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JMMaurerAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JMMaurer1

Goodreads: bit.ly/GoodreadsJMMaurer

Amazon Author Page: http://bit.ly/AmznJMMaurer

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Title Seeking Redemption (Book 2)

Author J.M. Maurer

Genre Contemporary Romance 18+

Book Blurb

After surviving a bitter divorce and emerging from a darkness that became all too familiar, Jessica finds herself on top of the world, her soulful awakening allowing her to feel again, trust again, and even love again. Her painful past, however, is relentless, both physically and emotionally, bombarding her daily and not allowing her to overcome the lingering demons that ultimately control her life.

As Matthew lovingly guides her toward a healthy future, his own secrets become known, threatening to destroy the trusting relationship that had quickly grown between them. But despite what life throws her way, Jessica pledges to put the past in the past, accepting that events are often out of her control. She fights for a future with the man who drew her out of the darkness, steering her onto a healing path . . . seeking redemption.

Excerpt

“Jess!” The strained howl of my name traveled through the air and instinctively I twisted, searching out the voice I’d been aching to hear.

I scoured the streets beyond the emergency vehicles that were now barricading the intersection before me, and my body sparked with fiery life when I saw Matthew. From up the street, he ran at a full sprint toward me, shoved his phone into the pocket of his jeans, and locked his eyes with mine, his wavy hair blowing wildly in the wind.

I ran to him, bridging the gap between us, and as soon as I could, threw my arms around him and cried.

He leaned back and ran his hands along my hair and cupped the sides of my face. “God, Jess.” He looked at me, his eyes full of love and concern, and scanned my body for injuries. “Do you need to go to the ER?”

I shook my head. “It happened in front of me. I’m anxious and worried, that’s all.”

“Want to go anyway?” he asked, kindhearted and soothing, his touch somehow slowing the beat of my racing heart.

He wasn’t asking because he wanted me checked out, although he might have wanted that too. Most likely he offered because he knew I’d need closure and wouldn’t be able to shake the events until I had it.

“I’d done my part, emergency responders had taken over, and now, even though I couldn’t stand him, Dr. Burdick was poised to oversee care. And with the best of care now tending to the boy, as hard as it was for me to do it, I had to let go.

“I did the best I could.” I frowned, my nerves calming from his tender touch.

“I’m sure you did.” He lifted my chin, a slight smile forming on his lips.

“Burdick will text you, let you know what’s going on, right?” He nodded and I sighed. “Then let’s go home.”

He bent forward and pressed his lips to mine, his kiss sweet and warm, but all too brief. “Home it is,” he murmured and pulled my hand to his, linking them together, and then walked us back to my car.

I pressed the button on my key fob to unlock my car, then looked back one last time, seeing the officers finish the cleanup as Matthew opened the front passenger door. I turned to him, reached out while looking up into his caring eyes, and placed my hand on his arm. “Where’s the Range Rover?”

“I ran here.”

“All the way?” I estimated his run across the river bridge at a mile, if not more.

A tear slid down my cheek, and Matthew’s shoulders sank as his grip circling my upper arms tightened. “I’d run across an ocean to get to you, Jess.”

Buy Links

Amazon US – www.amazon.com/dp/B00V2LI6SY

Amazon UK – www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00V2LI6SY

Nook: http://bit.ly/SkReBN

iBooks: http://bit.ly/SkRiBks

Kobo: http://bit.ly/SkRKobo

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Title Seeking Hope (Book 3)

Author J.M. Maurer

Genre Contemporary Romance 18+

Book Blurb

Jessica and Matthew’s captivating love story comes to an epic conclusion in the final installment of J.M. Maurer’s Emerging From Darkness trilogy that began with the novels Seeking Love and Seeking Redemption.

I’d been given promises in the past, all of which were broken.
Inevitably, they broke me.
I wouldn’t let those broken promises stop me from believing in new ones, though.
I couldn’t.

Matthew Moi was different.
His dimpled smile and witty sexual banter has held me spellbound since day one.
Falling in love with him came easy.
Marrying him—a dream come true.

Now, he wants something I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for.
As I struggle, he faithfully remains at my side.
Through it all, his protective nature shields me from an evil I didn’t see coming.

Together, we have it all—love, passion, trust.
Apart, the possibilities are endless, even death.

Seeking Hope is the final book in the Emerging From Darkness trilogy, and as such, is not intended to be a standalone. The trilogy reads as: Seeking Love, Seeking Redemption, & Seeking Hope.

Follow Jessica and Matthew’s captivating and steamy love story from the beginning—start the trilogy today!

Excerpt

“Take a look at that.”

I turned, feeling both the boat as it glided across the water and the salty, moist air, and looked west. The brilliant amber color of the sun took away my breath. I smiled as Matthew snuggled in behind me at the edge of the boat. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.

“This moment is perfect.” I looked over my shoulder, thinking about the sun as it kissed the sea, and locked my sight on Matthew. “This evening is perfect. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He tapped my lips with his. “How long do you think we have until the sun completely disappears?”

“A couple of minutes, maybe.” For me, it would never be long enough. I could gaze at the setting sun forever.

He squeezed his arms, tightening his hold on me, almost as if reading my mind. “Forever, we’ll have each other, and there’s not a sunset or a full moon that’s more beautiful than what we have. Our love is always and forever.”

I turned to him, seeing beyond the red sky of the night as it reflected in his eyes, and kissed him. I was grateful to be tucking this perfect two-minute-moment of time, our personal sailor’s delight, into my heart—forever.

Buy Links

Amazon US – www.amazon.com/dp/B01HQU6B22

Amazon UK – www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HQU6B22

Nook – www.barnesandnoble.com/w/seeking-hope-jm-maurer/1123600085

iBooks- https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/seeking-hope/id1120300183

Kobo – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/seeking-hope-2

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The Author Behind – and Within – The Ceruleans: @BookishCharlie #NA #Giveaway #books


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‘Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will.’ I knew this quotation from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe from my university days, but until I wrote The Ceruleans, I had no idea how accurate it is.

When I set out to write The Ceruleans series, I knew there would be something of myself in it, because a central concept in the first book, Death Wish, of grief in the aftermath of losing a loved one, was inspired by my own experiences. ‘Write what you know’ is an old adage and a good one; I know grief, so I decided to write about grief.

I did not, however, intend to write five books that so closely aligned to my own emotional journey. As I write in the author’s note at the end of Book 5: ‘The story isn’t my own, but the feelings are, and it has been dark and deep and beautiful to share these truths with you.

Neither did I intend to write a heroine with such a similar disposition to me. Scarlett differs from me in some pretty significant ways, but her sensitivity and her desire for a quiet life come directly from me. Would I like to live in cottage on a cliff in a sleepy Devonshire cove? Absolutely!

Remember Goethe’s words ‘even if it be against his will’? As a writer, when you discover you are exposing parts of yourself through fiction, you feel vulnerable; and that drives a desire to hack away at the manuscript, stripping yourself out. I could have rewritten The Ceruleans with a more thick-skinned heroine and less emotional resonance. I didn’t, though, because where’s the meaning in that?

As Franz Kafka put it, ‘Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.’ Publishing your writing, however, offers a way out of that solitude – if you’ve been honest and brave enough to infuse the writing with elements of yourself, so that you are not merely the author behind the words, but the author within the words.

 

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Death Wish (The Ceruleans I) by Charlotte Wilson

IN SEARCH OF THE MEANING OF DEATH, SHE’LL FIND THE MEANING OF LIFE.

Seventeen-year-old Scarlett Blake is haunted by death. Her sister has made the ultimate dramatic exit: run away from school, join a surfing fraternity, drown in a tragic ‘accident’.

Following in her sister’s footsteps, Scarlett comes to an isolated English cove to uncover the truth. And, as it turns out, to fall in love with the place and its people, especially a certain blue-eyed surfer with a serious case of the heroics.

But as Scarlett’s quest for the truth unravels, so too does her grip on reality as she’s always known it. Because there’s something strange going on in this little cove. A dead magpie circles the skies. A dead deer watches from the undergrowth. Hands glow with light. Power.

What transpires is a summer of discovery: of what it means to conquer fear, to fall in love, to choose life, to choose death.

To believe the impossible.

 

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Forget Me Not (The Ceruleans II) by Charlotte Wilson

IN THE FACE OF DEATH, SHE MUST PROTECT THOSE SHE LOVES.

Death is stalking Scarlett Blake. As if the encroaching darkness in her head wasn’t enough, she’s become disturbingly accident prone. Falling off a cliff isn’t ideal when all you want is as much time as possible to live the life you love.

But the clock is ticking, louder with every heartbeat, and now Scarlett must decide how best to protect the people she loves.

Will she trust in Jude and the life-after-death he promises? Will she stand against the Fallen, who have her sister captive? Will she carry the burden of her death alone – every headache, every hallucination, every harrowing emotion?

And when the clock falls silent, will Scarlett fight for life? Or will she surrender to the one who’s determined to kill her?

 

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Wild Blue Yonder (The Ceruleans III) by Charlotte Wilson

IN A WARPED HEAVEN, SHE MUST CHOOSE HER FATE: OBEDIENCE OR REBELLION

When Scarlett Blake chose to Become a Cerulean, she expected to grieve for all she left behind. But at least Cerulea, her heaven, would be… well, heavenly. Right?

Wrong. The world in which Scarlett awakens is picturesque, sure, and serene. But there can be no paradise within the unforgiving walls of a prison, be they of cold, hard stone or beautifully blue water.

Now Scarlett faces her hardest decision yet: be a good, dutiful Cerulean, or be true to herself and fight for freedom.

And if she can find a way to escape, what then? Can she save her sister from the murderous Fallen? Can she evade her destiny with the Ceruleans? Can she ever reclaim her life-before-death… or must she let go of all she loves?

 

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Devil and the Deep (The Ceruleans IV) by Charlotte Wilson

STORM CLOUDS ARE GATHERING, AND THEY WILL RAIN BLOOD.

Scarlett is living her happy-ever-after, back in the real world. Only the ‘happy’ part is proving problematic.

For starters, there’s the isolation. Being a Cerulean among humans is fraught with risk, so time with those she loves can only be fleeting.

Then there’s her power over life and death. Less awesome talent, as it turns out, and more overwhelming responsibility – and it comes with rules that are increasingly difficult to obey.

But what’s really pushing Scarlett to the precipice is something much bigger than her life in the cove. A force to be reckoned with: blood.

When long-buried truths are exposed, will Scarlett keep her head above water – or will she drown in the blood-dimmed tide that is unleashed?

 

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Darkly, Deeply, Beautifully (The Ceruleans V) by Charlotte Wilson

DARKNESS HAS FALLEN, AND SHE ALONE WILL SEE THE LIGHT.

With her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Scarlett is devastated – and done with being in the dark. She wants answers, all of them.

But when was her pursuit of the truth ever straightforward?

Pulling a single thread impels a great unravelling. And each revelation will force Scarlett to rethink what she thought she knew about the Ceruleans, the Fallen, her family – herself.

All that came before was a mere prelude to this, the final journey – to where it all began and it all must end. But in the final reckoning, none will survive unscathed. And some will not survive at all.

In this explosive conclusion to The Ceruleans series, all must be defined by their actions: sinner, saint… or something more beautiful entirely?

 

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Buy Links:

https://www.amazon.com/Charlotte-Wilson/e/B00TDH4XLS/

https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/death-wish-30

https://itunes.apple.com/us/author/charlotte-wilson/id200555

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/death-wish-charlotte-wilson/1125314541

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Charlotte Wilson Biography:

Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy princess. ‘Write, Charlotte,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she did.

Thirty-odd years later, Charlotte is a professional writer. For authors and publishers, she writes and edits books as The Book Specialist. For herself, she writes soulful, coming-of-age romance for young adults.

Charlotte grew up in the Royal County, a hop, skip and a (very long) jump from Windsor Castle, but these days she makes her home in a village of Greater Manchester with her husband and two children. When she’s not reading or writing, you’ll find her walking someplace green, baking up a storm, or embarking on a DIY project. She recently achieved a lifetime ambition of creating a library in her home to house her ever-increasing collection of books. She pretends not to notice that the shelves are rather wonky.

 

You can find Charlotte online at:

www.thebookspecialist.com

https://twitter.com/bookishcharlie

https://www.facebook.com/bookishcharlie

https://www.instagram.com/bookishcharlie/

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15932269.Charlotte_Wilson

 

Giveaway:

Did someone say free books? Yes, five of them.

Charlotte’s  giving away a full set of the Ceruleans novels in print: that’s all the new-edition paperbacks delivered to your door (wherever that is in the world).

Entry is via Rafflecopter below, and is open to all. Good luck!

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Bartholomew Buggins: A Zombie with Different Cravings by @CrystalMarcos #kidlit #IAN1


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Title: Bartholomew Buggins: A Zombie with Different Cravings

Author: Crystal Marcos

Genre: Children’s Picture Book

Book Blurb:

A humorous Children’s rhyming picture book by Award-winning author Crystal Marcos about a distinguished little zombie who just want to be your friend.

Coming in April 2017!

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Buy Links:

Pre-Order on Amazon for the special price of $2.99 + you can receive a Signed Paperback for the super-low price of $10 including shipping to US and $13.95 to Canada

 

Personalized Signed Paperback http://www.crystalmarcos.com/bb/buggins.html

Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MUMIROF/

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Author Biography:

Award-winning author Crystal Marcos has been a storyteller her entire life. As the oldest of five children, she had to do a lot of entertaining. She lives on the Kitsap Peninsula in Washington State with her husband, daughter Kaylee, and toddler son Jaxon. Crystal is the author of Middle Grade Readers, BELLYACHE: A Delicious Tale and HEADACHE: The Hair-Raising Sequel to BELLYACHE, Young Adult Novel, Novus (The Cresecren Chronicles, Book 1), and Children’s Picture Book, Bartholomew Buggins: A Zombie with Different Cravings.

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.crystalmarcos.com/

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CrystalMarcos

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CrystalMarcos

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3437107.Crystal_Marcos

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/crystalmarcos/

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/crystal-marcos-b9b9792a

Amazon Author Profile: https://www.amazon.com/Crystal-Marcos/e/B003TGP4EO

Meet Eldon Farrell and the First Book in His Series #amreading #books #TuesdayBookBlog


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We’ve met some fascinating indie authors lately and ironically, they’re Canadian. One of these talented authors is Eldon Farrell. We got to chatting and come to find out, he’s just published his third medical mystery in his series. Mrs. N corralled him into an author interview and he agreed. Please give a warm welcome to Eldon and be sure to check out book 1 (Stillness). Mrs. N has just started reading it and it’s well-written, captivating … you get the point. Take it away, Eldon:

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

A number of years ago now I came across a novel by Robert Liparulo called Germ.  The blurb absolutely blew my mind!  There was no way I could not read the book.  His concept of a biologically engineered strain of Ebola that targets specific individual’s DNA was so original and intriguing that I wished it had been mine.  So for being entirely original—Germ is the novel I wish I could’ve written.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Patrick Redmond is my favourite author and his books have inspired me greatly.  His talent is unsurpassed in my humble opinion and I continue to be amazed that more people don’t know about this author.  Pick any one of his books and you won’t be disappointed if you’re a fan of psychological suspense.  He could write about paint drying and have you on the edge of your seat—I swear!

 

The late great Michael Crichton is another inspiration of mine.  The way he could bend genres is something I greatly admire.  So often these days you find authors who only write one type of fiction; they never seem to leave that comfort zone.  Crichton wrote thrillers, sci-fi, historical fiction, you name it.  One of the reasons he is so sorely missed by his legions of fans.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…be humble.  Too much confidence in your abilities will hinder your growth as a writer.  When that happens…you’ll find yourself going nowhere fast.  Not everything you write is the greatest thing ever.  If you can learn to see your words as others will see them you’ll be amazed by how quickly you improve.

 

And beyond that piece of advice, every aspiring author should do themselves a favour and prepare to hear and read negative things being said about their work.  It’s not if as much as when—it will happen.  If you want to prosper in this line of work you have to take criticism.  I don’t know how many talented authors I’ve known who are your best friend until you criticize their work and then you’re dead to them.  It’s a shame really because again, if you can’t admit to yourself that you need improvement you’ll never improve.

 

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 make it a habit to read my reviews.  If a reader of my work has taken the time to post their thoughts about it, then I feel it’s the least I can do.  Like all aspiring authors, I crave that feedback and long for more reviews.  It’s also just neat to think about someone a world away reading your words and being moved enough to write about them.

 

That said though, I do not respond to reviews whether they are good or bad.  Responding is tricky; no matter what you say it could be taken the wrong way because tone and inflection do not carry across the internet.  While I appreciate all the reviews I get, it’s just safer to remain silent on them.

 

The best advice I have for dealing with bad reviews would be to learn from them.  The first 3 star review I received was a bitter pill to swallow.  I could no longer say that all my reviews were positive.  But I learned about a grammatical blind spot I had from that review and have since been able to correct the book and improve as a writer.  I owe them a debt of gratitude.  Everybody is going to get bad reviews no matter how good the book is; just accentuate the positive and keep moving forward.

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

An easy question.  I love writing.  There is nothing more challenging or exciting than to be faced with the blank page and find a way to fill it up with a story that previously only existed in your head.  It’s awesome!  But as much as I love the writing I detest the marketing.  I don’t think I’m alone in that either.  So many writers struggle with marketing their books, myself included.  It’s a long road to visibility in this crowded marketplace and if I could avoid that part of the process I would!

 

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

Stillness is my first published novel.  Like so many others though, it’s not my first novel.  My first novel is securely buried on my backup drive where it shall never see the light of day.  Too many mistakes made there to fix but many lessons learned that enabled me to grow as a writer and complete Stillness.

 

And I’m sure you’ve noticed that Stillness is Book One of Descent, so yes, it’s not my only book.  Taken and Realm of Shadows, books two and three, are available now.  Each book stands on its own as a complete novel but the long story connects them all together in a complete narrative.

 

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

I’m so glad you asked that!  The project that I’m currently working on is a departure from what I’ve previously written.  Singularity is a dystopian future novel with an urban fantasy twist.  I’ve never had so much fun writing a novel and I really think readers will enjoy it.  In brief, it’s essentially about a time of great upheaval.  Through each character the struggle for and against change is then explored.  With the fantasy elements woven in I call it the comic book all grown up!

 

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

I rarely drink and I have never smoked.  If I had a vice I would say it is comic books.  I have a massive collection of graphic novels that I love reading.  They keep me young!

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

I was hoping for a pyramid.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

This question is right up my alley.  If I had only one superpower it would have to be super speed.  To be able to zoom around like the Flash—that would never get old!!

 

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

I’m tempted to say Bora Bora just because it looks so relaxing but the adventurous side of me would lean toward Antarctica.  To stand at the bottom of the world in a place where few ever tread would be awe inspiring.  And cold!!

 

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

Retire! Ha!  No, seriously I’m too young for that.  I’d like to travel—to see the world with my beautiful wife beside me.  I’d like to take that quintessential family road trip with my wife and son that we all remember taking with our parents when we were young.  More specifically I would love to attend the San Diego Comic Con just once in my life—to stand at the summit of comicdom.

 

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

I was a quiet child, very introverted.  I remember spending many hours writing short stories back then—my introduction to fiction writing before I graduated to novels at the tail end of high school.

 

As a child of the 80s I really feel like I grew up in the golden age of toys.  We had it all from Transformers and G.I. Joe to Masters of the Universe and the just burgeoning home video game systems.  Of all the toys though my personal favourite remained Masters of the Universe.  Although if I watch the cartoon today I really have to wonder what I was thinking lol.  The innocence of childhood I guess; all I know is that toy line really expanded my imagination.

 

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Title: Stillness

Author: Eldon Farrell

Genre: Medical Mystery / Thriller

 

Book Blurb:

Some secrets won’t stay buried…

When people start to succumb to a virulent strain of plague in the seemingly idyllic hamlet of Stillness, the CDC is called in to investigate. Pulled from her training with the Epidemic Intelligence Service, Dr. Lynne Bosworth is tapped to head the investigation.

Many questions surround the outbreak, not the least of which is how did plague find its way to the heartland of America? Determined to find the answers and her own way out of the long shadow cast by her father, Lynne embarks for Iowa. Unable to isolate an index case of bubonic plague, patient zero is traced to Nikolai Markov; an old Russian bio warfare scientist.

Rumors of a bioterror attack are rampant.

Under examination, the bacteria present Lynne with many anomalies but few answers. The antibiotic resistance noted in the field is absent in the lab, while a synthetic gene is found that seemingly has no purpose. For her superiors it’s enough to deem the outbreak a biological attack, a conclusion that Lynne does not share. For her, something about the whole incident remains…elusive.

In search of evidence to either prove or disprove the bioterror claim, she crosses paths with FBI Special Agent Caleb Fine. Together, they come to believe that something other than a biological attack is going on in Stillness, and that the answer to what may lie in solving the fifteen-year-old murders of Bobby and Maggie Sullivan.

As the body count rises and the pressure mounts, they delve deeper into the shadowy past of this quiet town; in the process exposing secrets long thought forgotten until finally uncovering the shocking truth behind the cause of the outbreak.

 

Excerpt:

With a file in his left-hand Walt Anjou waddles into the tiny interrogation room and closes the door behind him without raising his eyes from the file.

 

Seated across the battered wooden table—with his right wrist shackled to said table—William Sullivan shows no sign of acknowledging the sheriff’s entrance.

 

Scraping the wooden chair along the floor, Walt tosses the file on the table and lowers his hulking frame into the chair.  Turning his left hand over he begins to examine his fingernails while completely ignoring his prisoner.

 

It’s a psychological tactic that’s supposed to frustrate the captive party.

 

Finally raising his eyes to look at Will, Walt bristles upon seeing that the tactic didn’t work.  Will Sullivan is still staring off into space.

 

“My boys tell me that aside from waiving your right to counsel, you’ve said nary a word since they found you hunched in an open grave.”  Pausing for effect Walt asks, “Your parents grave right?”

 

No answer.

 

“Yeah,” Walt calmly continues “Your parents’ grave.  Bobby and Maggie Sullivan—how proud they must be of you, don’t you think so?”

 

Only an experienced interrogator would notice it, but Walt is certain that he saw those distant eyes flinch just a little.  Smiling he continues.

 

“Who helped you dig up their grave?”

 

No answer.

 

“Oh come on,” Walt motions toward him saying, “I’m looking at you and I know that you didn’t move six feet of earth by yourself.  So who helped you?”  Leaning across the table Walt nods his head as he asks, “The same help that took their remains?”

 

Slowly Will turns his head and looks down at the table—at the file resting on it.

 

“You want to know what’s in here.”  Walt picks up the file continuing in a self-satisfied tone “This is what we in the law enforcement business like to call a trail of evidence—a pretty impressive one too, if I do say so myself.  Care to guess where the trail leads?”

 

No answer.

 

“You know exactly where it leads, straight to you.  I got to say, you are one persistent bastard Sullivan.  I mean I have here in my hands requests from you written to the M.E.’s office, several councilors, the mayor’s office, Christ you even wrote to the FBI crying for the case to be reopened.  You had to know that your parents’ case was never a federal matter, but you’re just that persistent.

 

“No matter how many times your request for their grave to be exhumed was denied, you just wouldn’t go away.”

 

Leaning back in his chair Walt closes the file and asks, “Do you see where I’m going with this?  We have a paper trail a mile long connecting you to this act not even mentioning the little fact that you were found in their empty grave.  So why don’t you tell me that I’m wrong?”

 

Keeping his eyes down Will offers no answer.

 

“What were you doing in their grave Sullivan?  Where are their remains?  What did you do with them?”

 

Looking up momentarily, Will shrugs his shoulders slightly before the vacant stare reclaims him.

 

Lowering his rough voice to just above a whisper, Walt asks menacingly “You think this is a game Sullivan?  Take a good look around you, at where you are.  You don’t see any two-way mirrors or windows in this room do you?

 

“I’ll tell you what else you don’t see.  You don’t see any cameras do you?  It’s just you and I in here and I suggest you start talking before I lose my patience with this bullshit silent act.  This isn’t some fucking movie where I actually give a shit about your goddamn rights.  If you really want to do this the hard way,” a sinister grin creases his plump face as he says, “Then by all means.”

 

No answer.

 

“Fine,” Walt snorts derisively as he stands up and opens the door behind him.  “Henson!  Get this lump out of my sight!”

 

Stepping back into the room away from the door Walt moves to within inches of Will’s face.  “You’re going to wish for two things when I get through with you Sullivan.  You’re going to wish that you had cooperated with me when you had the chance because now I’m going to dig up every little thing I can pin on you.

 

“You better hope there are no nasty secrets waiting to climb out of your closets because if there are…I’ll find them!”

 

Walking away Walt stops at the doorway and says over his shoulder “And the second thing…you’re going to wish you hadn’t waived your right to a lawyer.  Put him in isolation Henson—he’s got nothing to say anyway.”

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Stillness-Eldon-Farrell/dp/1533404526

 

Author Biography:

Eldon Farrell was born in Guelph, Ontario, growing up just down the road in Brantford. A designated professional accountant, he’s a graduate of both Fanshawe College and Laurentian University. He still resides in South Western Ontario together with his lovely wife Emily and their young son Connor. An avid reader and writer of suspense fiction, he is a lover of language and an unapologetic fan of DC Comics. Stillness is his first published piece of fiction.

 

Social Media Links:

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15147838.Eldon_Farrell

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Eldon-Farrell/e/B01DTBSLNE

 

 

Fear is Like a Looking Glass… Weeping Well by Angel M. B. Chadwick #books #amreading


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Title: Weeping Well (Vol. 1)

Author: Angel M.B. Chadwick

Genre: Mystery/Thriller/Romance/Suspense/ International Crime fiction/Young Adult/New Adult/Multicultural/Multiracial

 

Book Blurb: 

Fear is like a looking glass….

 

Excerpt: 

Her hand reached down toward the hem of her skirt, feverishly feeling for her sister’s ribbon she’d pinned there.  She started to breathe again but, it was labored. The ribbon was gone. Her mind tangled at a fever pitch. “Why, that sneaky klepto,” she thought.

 

Dropping the chalk on the floor, she ran out of the side entrance across the promenade, toward the rugby field, on the south side of the campus. Her heart burned like hot coals. Eva tackled Telly to the ground in the middle of rugby drills, intercepting the defender that Telly was supposed to stop. All his teammates and the coach were dumbstruck at how fast she ran.

 

“If we allowed girls on the team, she’d definitely be the one,” someone murmured, possibly someone on the team.

 

“Give it back! Or I’ll beat you to death!” she screamed, through clenched teeth, grabbing him by the ears and pulling them hard. He pushed her off him and she landed on her back.  He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up on her feet.

 

“You’re totally certifiable, little girl,” he said, his nostrils flared, rubbing both his ears.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US

https://www.amazon.com/Weeping-Well-Angel-Chadwick-ebook/dp/B01NAOJ4O5/

https://www.amazon.com/Weeping-Well-Mrs-Angel-Chadwick/dp/1541341082/

Amazon UK

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Weeping-Well-Mrs-Angel-Chadwick/dp/1541341082/

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Amazon AUS

https://www.amazon.com.au/d/Weeping-Well-Angel-Chadwick-ebook/B01NAOJ4O5/

Amazon Mex

https://www.amazon.com.mx/Weeping-Well-Angel-M-Chadwick/dp/1541341082

https://www.amazon.com.mx/Weeping-Well-English-Angel-Chadwick-ebook/dp/B01NAOJ4O5/ 1

Amazon Japan

https://www.amazon.co.jp/Weeping-Well-Angel-M-Chadwick/dp/1541341082/

https://www.amazon.co.jp/Weeping-Well-English-Angel-Chadwick-ebook/dp/B01NAOJ4O5/

Books-A-Million

http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Weeping-Well/Mrs-Angel-M-B-Chadwick/9781541341081?id=6836554641310

Barnes and Noble

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/weeping-well-mrs-angel-mb-chadwick/1125412278?ean=9781541341081

 

Author Biography:

Angel M.B. Chadwick is currently writing the sequel to the “Weeping Well” series. She’s also writing a twelve book cozy mysteries series, numerous plays, novels, short stories, among her other literary works, business ideas and inventions all while raising her nine-year-old son.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/angel.chadwick.10/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9476119.Angel_M_B_Chadwick

Blog on Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9476119.Angel_M_B_Chadwick/blog

 

 

If I Were… Beautiful by @DevonHartford Blog Tour + Guest Post #NA #Romance #FridayReads


If I Were Beautiful
Devon Hartford
(If I Were…, #1)
Publication date: January 23rd 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Is life better when you’re beautiful?

 

Jane Johnson has tried every beauty tip and trick known to woman, but none of them have ever made men notice her.

 

Until now.

 

Finally, something is working. She barely recognizes herself in the mirror. Is it her new haircut? Two years of yoga class? Her new eyebrow tweeze? Or is it all that nasty wheat grass juice her sister insisted she drink finally working some kind of magic? Whatever it is, something is transforming Jane from plain to downright beautiful.

 

For the first time in her life, men are noticing her.

 

Constantly.

 

Jane is getting so much attention from men she doesn’t know what to do with it.

 

Before her inexplicable transformation, she couldn’t get a date to save her life. Now she has a date every night of the week. Gorgeous eligible men are throwing themselves at her. They’re even fighting over her. Actual fist fights to win her affection.

 

It all seems too good to be true.

 

The only question on Jane’s mind is whether or not her newfound beauty is going to last or if it’s some cruel trick of fate that will fade away as quickly as it appeared.

 

Because everybody knows, when something seems too good to be true, it probably is.

 

***If I Were Beautiful is a saucy romance with a mystical twist that will leave you breathless to find out what happens next. This is book one of a three book series. Book two will release April 2017, Book three, July 2017 (or sooner).

 

 

Mrs. N Asks Devon: Talk about the struggles of writing in a female-dominant industry as a man. (and/or) How do you get into the head of your female main character so well? I’m fascinated by men writing female characters.

 

When I started writing women’s romance eleven books ago, I figured it would be no different from any other kind of fiction writing. It didn’t help that my first series, The Story of Samantha Smith, was set in college, and was as much of a “first year in college” story as it was a romance novel. Obviously, going to college for the first time is something men and women both can relate to for similar reasons. You’re generally on your own for the first time, you’re struggling with balancing your school/work life with having fun (emphasis on the fun part), and most of your peers are single and looking for love (or a hookup). Also, the series heroine Samantha Smith is only 19, and like many people her age, she’s very insecure. Everyone can relate to being insecure at one time or another.

 

It wasn’t until I started writing books set outside of a college environment that I discovered I didn’t know shizz about being a woman.

 

Whoa! Shocker!

 

Sure, men and women both face similar issues like finding love, finding a job, worrying about money, worrying about our loved ones, etc. But we all know men and women also face uniquely different issues. I had no problem writing convincingly about men’s issues. I’ve faced them my entire life. My buddies have faced them too. We talk about them, bitch and moan about them, compare notes, offer suggestions, make observations, and make jokes from an inside perspective.

 

But when it comes to women’s issues, I am absolutely an outsider looking in. I can’t draw from personal experience. I can only draw from other people’s personal experiences. I guess you could say I’ve learned to be like a journalist of sorts. I have to observe women. I have to ask women questions. Lots of questions. Yeah, I’m a good listener. I have to be. I’ll never ever know what it’s like to be a woman in the 21st century unless I pay attention.

 

But that’s just the research part.

 

The hard part is the writing part.

 

You could also compare what I do to being an anthropologist studying and living with another culture, one that is wildly different from your own. At first, the actions, behaviors, mannerisms, all seem completely foreign. Heck, even the language is different. At first, you have no idea what anyone is saying. Eventually, you learn the language, learn the social customs. If you spend enough time living inside a foreign culture, you can probably do a passing good job of behaving like one of them.

 

But they all know, “You’re not from around here.”

 

Sadly, no matter how much studying and observing I do, I’ll always be an outsider when it comes to the ways of women.

 

As for the books, when I’m writing a male character, it’s easy. I can come up with male dialogue and male behavior all day long. I know when it rings true and when it doesn’t. I’ve lived it. I know.

 

But when I’m writing female characters? Forget it. It’s not based on intuition. It’s not based on experience. It’s purely an intellectual exercise. And that’s why I’m constantly second guessing myself.

 

Would a woman do this?

 

Would a woman say that?

 

Would a woman FEEL this or that?

 

I can only guess.

 

I haven’t lived it first hand. I don’t have that internal measuring stick, that automatic sense of what works and what doesn’t. You know that feeling you get when you’re taking a math test and you’re not really sure if you got the answer right? You did all the work, and at the bottom of the page you wrote down an answer. But you don’t know if it’s right or wrong. You have to wait until the teacher grades your paper for you.

 

Thankfully, my beta readers (who are all women) grade my books before I publish them. They’ll point out things that don’t ring true. After eleven books, I tend to get it right most of the time. I’ve done my research and my homework.

 

But the fact remains, what I’ve learned about women through outside observation in my lifetime is a tiny fraction of what every woman learns from living her life day after day after day. Whenever I pick up a romance from a skilled female romance author, especially good romantic comedies written by women, I inevitably read lines that make me laugh out loud, and I end up shaking my head and thinking “That is comedy genius, and I would NEVER have thought of that line. Respect.”

 

I know I’ll always be a student of women.

 

I’ll always be learning.

 

And my readers will always be grading.

 

I’m okay with that.

 

As long as I don’t get a report card, what do I care?

 

Oh wait.

 

I forgot about those pesky book reviews…

 

Too bad they don’t grade on a curve.

 

LOL.

Buy it today:

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Author Bio:

Devon Hartford is a dude who writes romantic comedies because he likes to laugh as much as he likes to love.

 

Join Devon’s newsletter and you’ll receive teasers of his upcoming books before anyone else, exclusive freebie short stories and novellas, and no spam. Copy and paste this link into your web browser to sign up: http://www.devonhartford.com/newsletter/

 

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Meet Award-Winning Author @ChristineBened5 + Her #Thriller! #IARTG #IAN1 #books


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It’s out great pleasure to welcome Award-Winning Author Christine Benedict to the POTL Blog. We first met Christine when she contacted us about a book review. MRS N is a huge thriller fan so she read Anonymous. She loved it so much that MR N had to read it also. We begged and pleaded with Christine to sit down with us for an author interview and after many months, she agreed. Please give Christine Benedict a warm welcome to the POTL Blog. Take it away, Christine:

 

Do you write naked?

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood naked, dripping wet from a shower, writing as fast as my pen will go. What is it about taking a shower that gives the creative mind a nudge. It’s not a widely-known fact but our best ideas come in the shower. Google it. You’ll be amazed.

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have this scar on my forearm an inch and a half long in the shape of lips. I don’t remember how old I was, maybe four or five, when we lived with Grandma Wilson who watched us while my mother worked. I don’t know why it such a big deal to get the mail either, but when I saw the mailman that day pull off Route 82, I yelled, “I’ll get the mail!”  Me in my summer clothes, flip-flops and all, I opened the wooden front door.

My older sister, who would never let me ‘one-up’ her, yelled back, “No I will!” She dodged past me and flung the screen door open. My feet in motion, my arm outstretched, she slammed the storm door shut. I wonder to this day how she couldn’t have done it on purpose. My hand and arm broke all that glass, the only parts of me to make it outside.  I stood there bleeding, Grandma’s English bulldog, Beauty, licking up the blood and the glass on the floor. Grandma kept hitting that dog with a broom, yelling, “Git!” all the while, afraid it would cut its mouth.

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

I think Eudora Welty could inspire any writer as she certainly has for me. It’s little wonder why universities everywhere bring attention to Eudora and her stories. ‘Death of a Traveling Salesman,’ for example, still gives me goosebumps, something I aspire to give my readers.

There are so many other authors who inspire me, Jodi  Picoult, author of The Storyteller, for her depiction of the human condition during the holocaust.  Amy Tan, author of The Valley of Amazement, for her expression of detail, taking you to China at the rise of World War II. And most importantly Sarah Willis, author of Things That Stay; I was fortunate enough to take part in her writing workshops sponsored by Community Partnership for Arts and Culture – Talk about inspiration.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

I’d like to tell aspiring authors to read read read. Spread out to other genres, not just the one you write. Delve into cultures around the world through their stories. Open your mind to the new and abstract.

There’s so much more you can learn about the crafting a story, no matter what your education level.  Seek out writing workshops in your area sponsored by universities and art counsels. Dr. Neal Chandler lead the fiction workshop at Cleveland State University where I had the privilege of learning above the grade.  I even had the chance to sit in on a few sessions with Paula McLain, author of The Paris Wife, at a workshop sponsored by The Ohio Arts Counsel. A one of a kind experience.

 

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

It’s been said that I’ve always had a bubbly personality, even as a kid in the 1950s. I don’t know how that could have happened seeing that I lived in an abusive home. Except by the grace of God. I was friendly to everyone, the kind of kid who would gladly sit in a stranger’s lap just because he was nice to me.

I don’t remember a favorite toy, but I do remember when we moved to the country we had a huge trailer that sat empty in a grove of willow trees. The trailer had two wheels in the center and was closed at both ends, the perfect seesaw for 4 little kids.  Together, I, my sister and the two neighbor boys climbed inside the trailer and ran to one end, the metal clanging under our bare feet. It came down so hard the jolt made us jump involuntarily which made up laugh hysterically. We did it over and over again, until someone bit their tongue.

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This is the farmhouse that inspired my story. I lived there 36 years and the neighbors still say it’s haunted. – Christine Benedict

Title: Anonymous

Author: Christine Benedict

Genre: Thriller Suspense

Publisher: Loconeal Publishing

Book Blurb:

Debra Hamilton faces the fear of inheriting her mother’s insanity when her husband insists on moving into a fixer-upper farmhouse that’s a hundred years old, not an easy place for Debra to live, what with its creaks and bangs, and strange shadows, a house that even scares the neighbors. Debra befriends Julie, and learns that Julie has a stalker who writes her anonymous letters about the sexual fantasies he sees with her.

The story was inspired by the author’s own 100-year-old farmhouse where the neighbor still say it’s haunted. All the letters in the novel are letters from the man who stalked the author. He remains anonymous to this day.

 

Excerpt:

Having to pee, Debra unzipped her jeans in the bathroom before remembering that Greg had turned off the water.

“Geez-oh-Pete.” At this point the gas station was too far. She traipsed down the corridor that led to the basement. A quick flip-of-the-switch was all she wanted, just enough water to flush. The stairwell was dark and steep; the light-bulb’s pull-chain at the bottom. She clicked on the flashlight from Greg’s toolbox, and holding her pants up, cautiously stepped down the narrow stairs. Every inch she eked past spider webs meshed in between the cracks of hand-hewn quarry-stone walls. She stopped at the bottom step where she could finally reach the light, not wanting to take the last step onto the broken cement, muddied from the last rain. It smelled like the bottom of a creek bed, like earthworms and sludge. Spider webs were draped from the ceiling to the walls, and hung like shelves in every corner. The quarry-stone walls dating back to the 1800s were pitted blocks of sandstone—every bit her idea of a dungeon. From where she stood, Debra scanned the walls, trying to see the water valve. But she didn’t know where to look. A wolf spider the size of a quarter sat very still at the bottom step, then scurried across the floor. She shuddered right down to the bone. Another spider sat like a brooch on a jacket that Greg had hung on a hook. And in that moment before the light flickered off when all she could hear was her own heart, she swore that something was crawling up her leg. She let out a piercing yell, kicking wildly. She kicked off her shoes. She kicked off her jeans and dashed up the stairs in her panties, wanting to nail the door shut right then and there. At the top of the steps she eyed a yard stick that she’d used to stir paint, and picked it up. Then she made a mad dash to the basement and flogged her jeans to death right there in the sludge. Holding them at arm’s length, she brought them upstairs and looked them over. She begrudgingly pulled them on, and ran outside to the back field.

The sun shining off the white of her derrière, she squatted behind a briar bush where no one could see.

At least that’s what she thought.

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Christine-Benedict/dp/194046613X

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anonymous-christine-benedict/1118033610?ean=9781940466132

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405526

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20263470-anonymous

 

Author Biography:

Christine studied creative writing at Baldwin Wallace University and Cleveland State University. She has had the privilege of working with authors Karen Joy Fowler, Paula McLain, and Sarah Willis.

Her debut novel Anonymous had earned:

  • 2015 Clue Award (Chanticleer Reviews) Winner (1st place)
  • 2016 Wishing Shelves Bronze Book Award Winner
  • 2015 Eric Hoffer Book Award Winner
  • 2015 First Horizon Book Award Nominee
  • 2015 IAN book of The Year Nominee
  • 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Award Nominee

Her short story A Normal Life, a finalist for Perigee Publication for the Arts, is the fictional rendering of the visit to the mental ward where her mother had been undergoing shock treatment therapy in the 1980s, which is also a chapter in Anonymous.

Christine’s short stories, taken from her working novel The Girl in the Willows, have also been finalists for The Fish Short Story Prize.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.authorchristinebenedict.com/

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorChristineBenedict/

Twitter https://twitter.com/christinebened5

New Year, New You: A Guest Post by @CadenceDenton #newyearnewyou #ASMSG #99cents


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2016: The best thing I can say about last year is it’s finally over. What it was: a year of turmoil, protests, and outright fighting. What it wasn’t: a year of productive story plotting, character development, and plain old butt in the chair and hands on the keyboard.

 

2017: My reset year. A year of new hope, new skills, new goals, and new stories. This year I plan to write two books in the Immortal Firewalkers series, finish the Wicked Palate trilogy, and begin a collaborative YA series with author, Livia Quinn.

 

What happened?

 

First, a long neglected but necessary break. I needed to step back and take a long look at what I was writing versus what I want to write. I enjoy the paranormal genre, love fantasy and alternate worlds. I’ve been kicking around several possible stories. Putting fresh ideas in my Maybe file while trashing the old mindset of what I can’t do.

 

Second, I’ve begun to use my Dragon Naturally Speaking program and have embraced dictation making my word count rise exponentially and freeing me from the keyboard. I know this method will make my aforementioned goal easily attainable.

 

Third, I’ve joined a Story Genius study group. I’ve always, always been a writer who believing the story should be plot-driven. For me, it’s been all action all the time. So, Lisa Cron’s explanation that the story is truly about the character’s emotion—more particularly, the character’s misbelief, longing, and fear—has been cathartic.

 

Finally, my 2017 mantra is New Year, New You. Like most writers, I fight fear. Fear that I’ll never be able to pen another story. Fear my story isn’t “good enough”. When I first began to write in earnest, I spent months, years on editing and polishing my work. What I was really doing was hiding. My story would never be ready and I would never suffer criticism. Remember Marty McFly’s father in Back to the Future? He wouldn’t let anyone read his work because what if they didn’t like it? It was funny in the movie, but all too familiar in real life. 2016 had me wallowing in comfortable ruts. It was my stagnation year. But 2017? Yeah, it’s going to be a great year.

 

With Heart of Fire, book three in the Immortal Firewalkers Series looming on the horizon, I’ve reduced the price of Fire and Blood, book one, to $0.99 for a limited time to give readers a chance to see how the series began. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing the book.

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Title: Fire and Blood

Author: Cadence Denton

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Vampires

 

Book Blurb:

Jeannette’s life sucks. An outcast orphan addicted to junky blood, she is desperate for a chance at redemption. She’s the most powerful of her Firewalker race, but that’s not saying much since the Firewalkers are on the verge of extinction ̶ thanks to Jeannette’s disastrous mistakes. For centuries she’s searched for her personal unicorn, the elusive Fecund, the Firewalkers’ human mates. He’s out there…somewhere.

 

She lost everything ̶ family, fortune…her future when the ruling Council of Seven declared her a traitor for her part in the genocide of the Fecund race. Her desperation is understandable simply because the Council refuses to believe that she was set up by the Revenant vampire, Alexander the Great.

 

Devin McIntyre’s life imploded eleven years ago when his twenty-first birthday celebration collided with a blood sucker named, Alexander. With his parents slaughtered and his twin sisters taken by the psychotic vampire, Devin turned to the ultra-secret Society for Eternal Illumination for training in urban warfare and help with confronting his demons.

 

In a dilapidated hotel in Jackson, Mississippi he set a trap, certain he’d tracked down his old, old enemy. Finally, he’d get vengeance and find his sisters. Instead, Devin uncovers a myth.

 

When a long-legged beauty walks through a wall of fire, Devin’s beliefs are shattered.

 

When Jeannette tastes his Fecund blood after centuries believing his race extinct, she knows she has found a priceless treasure.

 

From their first kiss, their first intimate touch, Jeannette realizes that in Devin, she’s found salvation. This human male can save a race that is balancing on the precipice of extinction.

 

But, when allies become enemies and havens become traps, she suspects her “treasure” has his own agenda.

 

Buy Link:

$.99 cents

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00789YWBY

 

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Author Biography:

My love of books began in elementary school with Nancy Drew mysteries. By high school, I was immersed in Jane Austin and Georgette Heyer. So, naturally I write dark (and light) paranormal romance, gritty hitmen contemporaries, and time travel. A daughter of the South, I live on the banks of the Mississippi opposite the oldest settlement on the river where I share my writer’s cave with four dachshunds and a slightly ditzy cocker spaniel.

 

Visit my website 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 reach me at cadencedenton@cadencedenton.com

 

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Author @denaehaggerty Takes on the Difficult Subject of Sexual Assault in Her New Release #books


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Why in the world would I take on the difficult subject of sexual assault?

 

My book plots are often the result of a great (I hope!) opening idea, which my muse forces into my consciousness – usually at 4 a.m. She’s a kickass muse, but she can also be a bit bitchy. For example, with Life Discarded I had a very vague idea of a book about a woman who threw her life away. And then I had a vision of a woman walking away from an explosion erupting behind her (because cool heroes never look back at explosions). I worked the entire book out from that premise. Why an explosion? What could be so terrible that someone would not only walk away from her life but literally burn all her bridges in the process?

 

Self-Serve Murder started the same way. My muse sent me a vision – no doubt at 3 a.m. – of a woman waking up naked with a dead man in her bed having absolutely no clue how she got there and who in the world the man was. But where to go from there?

 

Due to a bizarre set of circumstances, I found myself wandering around the US for a few weeks in June 2016. I was supposed to be living in Istanbul with my husband at the time. Instead I was a vagabond being bombarded with news stories concerning the sentencing for a brutal rape case (People v. Turner). A man was convicted of three felony counts of sexual assault but received a mere six-month jail sentence. He only served three months. Even now, several months after the case first hit the news, I can barely read the news accounts without going into a fit of rage.

 

I don’t even remember making the conscious decision that the murder in Self-Serve Murder would somehow be related to rapes on college campuses. Between the opening scene implanted in my head and the continuous news coverage of the Turner case, ideas just poured out of me. But now I had a big – no, huge – problem. How do I balance the sensitivity involved with sexual assault while maintaining the light humor of my Death by Cupcake series?

 

Self-Serve Murder remains, despite the background theme of college rapes, a murder mystery and I’ve never had a problem with humor and death before. In fact, I was shocked when I was asked how I could combine humor with murder after writing my first murder mystery, Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem. I’m a big believer that jokes and smiles can be seamlessly combined with death. Death is, after all, just a part of life. This is perhaps the result of my (dare I say weird?) family who finds it normal to drink unseemly amounts of beer after a funeral and sometimes during the visitation itself while telling inappropriate jokes about the deceased until late in the night (or the hotel tells us to shut it down, whichever occurs first).

 

So, yeah, I think murder can be funny. Just ask anyone who is addicted to BBC crime series that are filled with dry humor and situations so bizarre you’ll start to wonder about those English people. But rape? There’s absolutely, positively nothing funny about this crime of extreme violence. How in the world do I handle this sensitive topic without demeaning the victims of this crime? Maybe I shouldn’t write this novel after all, I thought. I had always planned to make the Death by Cupcake series three books with the final book centered around the bakery worker, Kristie. She doesn’t need to wake up naked with a blank in her memory. I can think of something else.

 

Except I refused. That’s right. I refused. Between living in a country where women are considered second class citizens (trust me, when men universally refuse to shake your hand or even touch you, you feel like there is something wrong with you for having a uterus), watching news reports of the Turner case, and the extremely volatile US presidential election in which sexism became a central theme, I was convinced that rape – now more than ever – is a topic of extreme importance. It needs to be discussed – no matter how uncomfortable that is.

 

And so I trudged on. I researched rape on colleges and the use of the date rape drug. I tried to intersperse facts and figures throughout the novel. Luckily, Callie, one of my heroines and owner of Callie’s Cakes, is a complete nerd who likes to drop trivia whenever she’s nervous or stressed. Therefore, I was able to ‘educate’ my readers without boring them to tears. At least, I hope that’s what happened. Because knowledge is power and, although Self-Serve Murder is a fictional story, the ability to provide even a few readers with important information regarding sexual assault is all I can hope for. And that’s why I decided that I could take on the difficult subject of rape.

 

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Book title: Self-Serve Murder

Book Series: Death by Cupcake, Book 3 – can standalone

Genre: Cozy Mystery, Humor

Published: December, 2016

 

Synopsis:

Book 3 in the Death by Cupcake series. Can be read as a standalone.

 

Kristie is kind with a capital K, so it’s quite the surprise when she wakes up next to a dead man with no recollection of the previous night. Even worse? She’s naked. Kristie may be a sweetheart out to save the world, but sticking her nose into an investigation of rapes across campus makes her the target of a murderer. Before she knows it, Kristie is smack dab in the middle of a murder investigation with her colleagues Callie and Anna. If that’s not enough to drive a sane person up the wall, a friend has decided he’s going to keep her safe whether she wants him to or not. And, oh yeah, he’s her man and that’s that.

 

Come join us at Callie’s Cakes, where murder investigations are on the menu. You are most welcome, but you may need to serve yourself as our barista Kristie is busy trying to save the world.

 

Warning: Although there are plenty of moments that will make you shake your head and laugh at the antics of the ladies of Callie’s Cakes, the subject matter – rape on college campuses – is very real and somewhat darker than your usual cozy mystery.

 

Excerpt:

I’m wiping down the counters when I get ambushed by Callie and Anna. Callie grabs my arm and together with Anna she pushes me into the corner furthest from the students. “What in the world of coffee beans are you guys up to now?” I cross my arms over my chest to make it perfectly clear that I’m not okay with whatever cockamamie scheme they’ve cooked up now.

 

Anna looks at me and smiles in an obvious but unsuccessful attempt to look innocent. “It’s just that we think it’s time we see the Youth Center where you spend all your time.”

 

Yeah, right. I roll my eyes at her. “You don’t really expect me to believe that you want to see the Youth Center to check out my life’s work.”

 

Callie bobs her head. “We’ve been meaning to go down there for ages.”

 

“Yeah,” Anna jumps in. “Logan always makes it sound like the first circle of hell.”

 

I raise an eyebrow at the troublemaking pixie. Of course, she would want to jump into the first circle of hell. “Most people try to avoid Dante’s Inferno.” I don’t know why I bother trying to dissuade her. She obviously has no fear of things ‘normal’ people avoid like gangs and violence and such. She even admits to starting to fall for Logan before she realized he was an undercover cop.

 

“We just need to make sure we can eliminate anyone from the Youth Center as possible suspects. You know – up close and personally – then we need to find this rapist before he strikes again. The dead guy in your bed was some kind of warning. It’s time to get to the bottom of this.” Callie makes an impassioned speech. I look down but, to my surprise, no soap box has magically appeared under her feet.

 

Unfortunately, Callie is right – as usual. The rapist needs to be found. And this whole thing just got personal. I might have backed off before Friday night since I wasn’t making any progress anyway and my whole knowledge of the rapes was based on rumors. But now that I’ve been roofied and found out about the ten other girls who weren’t as lucky as me? No way I’m bowing out of this investigation now.

 

“I thought you guys promised not to go to the Youth Center.” I make one last ditch effort to keep Callie and Anna safely away from this investigation.

 

“I promised to not go running around. I will definitely not be doing any running.” Anna shakes her head and points at her feet. As if those high-heeled boots would ever stop her from running head-on into turmoil.

 

Callie shrugs. “I never actually said the words ‘I promise’. There’s definitely some kind of loophole there.”

 

“Fine!” I throw my hands in the air in defeat. “We’ll head over in my car after the bakery closes this afternoon.”

 

The dynamic duo immediately jumps up and down before rushing back into the kitchen giggling. And I’m the young one?

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Self-Serve-Murder-Death-Cupcake-Book-ebook/dp/B01M8K0RYR/

 

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/673189

 

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/self-serve-murder-de-haggerty/1124934721?ean=2940153788715

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/self-serve-murder

 

 

Author Biography:

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. After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. 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. But being a lawyer really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I decided to follow the husband to Istanbul for a few years where I managed to churn out book after book. But ten years was too many to stay away from ‘home’. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.

 

 

Author links:

Website: http://dehaggerty.wordpress.com

 

Blog: https://dehaggerty.wordpress.com/category/mymusings/

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dehaggerty

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/denaehaggerty

 

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Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/denahaggerty/

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7210211.D_E_Haggerty

 

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/D.E.-Haggerty/e/B00ECQBURU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_5?qid=1438239628&sr=8-5

 

Email: dena@dehaggerty.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

Modified: Lunar Medical Book 1 by Amy J. Hamilton @WriteNaughty #EroticSciFi #SciFi #books


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Title: Modified: Lunar Medical Book 1

Author: Amy J Hamilton

Genre: Erotic Sci Fi

 

Blurb:

Dayton Bracknell, Clueless Guy in Charge, is reluctantly heading up the Alliance’s unfinished medical facility on a moon. Although away from impending war and a virus on the planet, Day is thoroughly not enjoying the responsibility thrust upon him. The scientists are genetically modifying humans into super soldiers. As you do. But that’s OK, he knows how to tweak vending machine settings-it’s pretty much the same thing, surely?

The next intake of volunteers and prisoners are due to arrive for their modifications. Because putting weapons into the hands of convicts is clearly a splendid idea. Not only do the team have to deal with the sudden lack of comms to the planet, there’s the curious side effect of outstanding libido in the successful Candidates. They may rival Day’s own appetites. Unlikely, he thinks, but still possible.

Questions remain-can he keep it together, contain the first unsuccessful set of candidates that have gone rogue, get new soldiers back to the planet and find someone to sleep with?

Modified is a work of erotic fiction and as such contains explicit sexual content with body parts and everything.


Excerpt:

Dayton sat at the technological monstrosity that was his desk. His personal torture of the moment was a private message he’d received from the planet a few days ago. There was an accompanying dull ache in the centre of his chest. He rubbed at it with his hand as if that would help. He swallowed at the lump in his throat. That didn’t help either. For his own peace of mind, he ceased watching the message and forced himself into denial. Procrastination was becoming his hobby of choice. He rubbed his itchy palms against his trouser legs.

Isolated on a structure dug into a moon, Day had a vague idea of the political state of the planet, Enceffia below. Above, below, wherever the hell it was. Despite everything associated with moon living he was safer where he was rather than back on the ground. He tried to push visions of the planet’s virus outbreak and bombings further from his mind. And the endless talk of war. As if the last war wasn’t bad enough.

He muttered incoherently to himself, well aware that this other stress induced habit was escalating. He visualized extremists bombing similar Enceffia based facilities. The human experiments that were being performed on so called volunteers were big global news.

“And now we’re getting the bloody prisoners” he said. The communication had confirmed that they were going through with what Day considered to be the most ill-advised venture yet. Send convicted murderers to the moon to be “treated” in return for reduced sentences. Because that’s going to end well.

He hit replay on an earlier news loop.

“A medical facility in the capital where human experiments took place has been partially destroyed by a bomb in the early hours of this morning. Widely seen as the way forward in developing a vaccine against the DH strains of the so-called Four Horsemen virus, the vaccine was incorporated into genetic enhancements administered to the subjects in the facility. The number of casualties is expected to be high; the bomb hit the habitation area of the facility.” Behind the ever handsome Duncan was pictorial evidence of the carnage.

“The human experiments are taking place at a time where both global agreement and opposition exists. Due to the growing unrest some of the experiments have since been moved to an incomplete moon facility Lunar Medical 1.”

“That’s us” Day muttered. As soon as life support was viable on the moon, the facility it had seen occupation.

“Take care down there Dunc” Day switched off the mid-air screen with the flick of his wrist. He snorted with surprise when the action worked.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Modified-Lunar-Medical-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01G0SW9ZY/

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Modified-Lunar-Medical-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01G0SW9ZY/

 

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Author Biography:

Amy J Hamilton feels around 450 years old and is probably mostly sane. When she is not inhabiting her own weird world she lives in the not so tropical SE of England. Amy or AJ to absolutely no-one runs her own tiny ickle business (that’s little for those that don’t speak weird.) Her husband and two kids seem to tolerate her fairly well. The family has a selection of small non humans in enclosures in the house that Amy speaks to on a daily basis. So far they have yet to communicate with her. Except for the bearded dragon, those conversations are legendary.

 

Author Page on Amazon

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Amy-J-Hamilton/e/B01N0ZHDEC/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

 

Blog

http://barkingmaddj.blogspot.co.uk/

 

Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15275986.Amy_J_Hamilton

 

Twitter

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Eve of Chaos by @LiviaQuinn Spotlight + #Giveaway + Special #99cents Sale #Romance


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Destiny is a southern town like no other. Its supernatural residents are bound by the Paramortal pact – no matter their species – to protect those weaker than themselves. Montana is Dinnshencha, a warrioress who can shift into any form in defense of a woman in trouble. She’s also half vamp. Relationships with men have never been easy or enduring since the object of her ire is usually the opposite sex. She’s accepted that. For centuries. Until someone left their video game on “share” in a parallel universe and Conor de Sept Flambe’, the dark knight, stalked into the Mardi Gras Ball. Why was he here?

 

Eve of Chaos is book 3 in the Destiny Paramortals series. As Chaos approaches, new challenges arise, alliances are forged and enemies revealed.

 

 

Blurb:

Former Navy pilot, now “Sheriff” Jack Lang knows something’s afoot with Conor’s appearance in Destiny. Crazies are coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals are losing their abilities, and dispositions going AWOL, Jack wants to know who will be left standing beside him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, the good guys might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble.  Where’s an F-18 when you need one?

 

Excerpt:

For the rest of the evening, no matter where she was, if she turned her head, and looked across the expanse of revelers she’d find his eyes locked on hers, as if he’d been waiting for her to turn. Once, she turned back toward the bar but it was oddly clear, only Flambe´ standing there, framed by the oak counter, one of his swords standing in front of him on its hilt, the tip nearly reaching the Knight’s chest. He’d been cleaning it, shining and stroking the deadly edges with a cloth, so intimately acquainted with them that he wasn’t even watching.

 

His attention was all on her, the rims of his eyes lined like a predator’s, causing her to shiver briefly, but if that look was for her, he should know she was not prey. By her very nature, predators were her enemy. And still she felt the pull of pure heat as if they were connected in some way.

 

Sometime after Tempe and Jack left, the orchestra had suddenly stopped playing the zydeco music and the unlikely strains of a minuet had filled the room. Everyone looked up in surprise. Then as it had when he entered, the crowd split, giving the swordsman a wide berth as he strode purposefully across the ballroom floor toward Montana’s side of the room, his gaze locked on hers the whole way. Surely… she broke the contact to search the area around her, but there was no one nearby. He was coming for her. Her Dinnshencha reared up, readying for this formal meeting. It seemed impossible that she hadn’t actually met him yet.

 

His broad black tattooed shoulders led as his long strides moved closer, the flared pants hugging his powerful thighs, flowing around his calves and the swords catching the light overhead, making them flash with dazzling fire. He came to a controlled stop inches from her and the air seemed to leave the room, the sounds of feet shifting, voices, and laughter dying as he planted his feet in front of her.

 

The crowd waited. She waited. Not a muscle, pore or eyelash flickered while the room held its collective breath in expectation. The Knight’s arms rose, stretching the thick tattoos across his shoulders, giving the appearance of wings spreading, preparing to lift off. The room inhaled as one. Flambe´s eyes dropped; he brought one hand to his torso, and bowed. For a matter of seconds all she could see was his shiny black shoulder length hair and the pointy tips on the tattoos. The collective “ahhs” of the women in the room penetrated her awareness as he straightened again and spoke. “Lass, may I hav’ this dance?”

 

 

Giveaway:

Leave a comment telling me about your favorite kind of paranormal. I’ll pick one commenter to receive Eve of Chaos.

 

 

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About the Author:

Livia Quinn is a DC native living on the bayou in Louisiana where the unique culture and weather have supplied fodder for her stories. She’s been a mail lady, plant manager, professional singer, computer trainer and salesperson and has years of quirky characters and sexy heroes to share with her readers.

 

Blog: https://liviaquinnwrites.com/livias-ramblings

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The Inheritance by @JacquelineSeewa (ld) #RomanticMystery #Mystery #NewRelease


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Title: THE INHERITANCE

Author: Jacqueline Seewald

Genre: Romantic Mystery

Publisher: Intrigue Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

Jennifer Stoddard, a thirty-five-year-old widow with an eight-year-old son, receives a surprising letter which will change her life. Jennifer’s grandmother has passed away and named Jen as sole heir to her estate. To claim her inheritance she must return to Bloomingvale, the town in the Midwest where she grew up. Jen is informed by her grandmother’s attorney that to inherit she must meet the condition of living in her grandmother’s house for two years. Since the estate is substantial, she agrees. However, there are those who will stop at nothing to make certain that Jennifer does not inherit.

Jennifer is forced to call on old flame Police Chief Grant Coleman for help and protection.

 

Excerpt:

Late that afternoon as Jen left the house and started to drive away, a strange sound whizzed across the open front car windows from the driver’s side through the passenger side. She was startled by the sound. Her heart began to pound. Jen glanced over at the thicket of overgrown shrubs and trees to the side of the grounds that led back into woodlands. Had the sound been a bullet? If so, it had nearly hit her. Her hands shook on the driver’s wheel as she took off at high speed.

 

One block away she heard the police siren and saw the flashing lights. She groaned. Not again! He signaled with his hand, pointing his index finger for her to pull over. It was all she could do not to burst into tears.

 

Grant Coleman approached the car like a gunfighter in a spaghetti western. “I thought you learned something the first time,” he said. “Guess I was wrong. License and registration.” He held out his hand with a bored, impatient gesture.

 

“I have a very good reason for speeding.”

 

The smile was more of a smirk. The man was infuriating! “I’ve heard them all, but you can try.”

 

“As I left my grandmother’s house, a bullet passed through my car. I had the windows rolled down. So they weren’t broken, but it just missed hitting me.”

 

He stared at her. “Maybe it was a kid with a Beebe gun. Are you certain it was a bullet breezing by you? How familiar are you with weapons?”

 

“Not familiar at all, but I know what I heard.” Jen swallowed hard. “I think someone might have intended to shoot me.”

 

He let out a loud laugh. “In Bloomingvale? I doubt that very much.”

 

“So you’re not taking this seriously?” She folded her arms over her chest.

 

“Admit it. You’re just looking for an excuse to keep me from writing you another ticket.” His intense gray eyes bore into her like the steel blade of a dagger.

 

Jen raised her chin and stiffened her spine. “You are so wrong. Why don’t you check the area near the house, just to see if you can find anything.”

 

“Waste of time.” He leaned toward her and she felt his breath on her cheek which caused her to shiver. “Tell you what I will do though. I won’t write you a ticket this time because that’s the most creative excuse I’ve ever heard.”

 

“So glad I managed to amuse you,” she said.

 

Jen watched him drive off. He was probably still laughing, the sexy jerk. Several people had come out of their houses and were staring at her. Jen managed to restart her car and drove off before others gathered. She certainly didn’t want to make a spectacle of herself. Letting out a shaky breath, Jen wasn’t certain now if she’d really heard what she thought she had. A professional law enforcement officer didn’t think anything of it. She supposed it might have been nothing at all. Maybe it was a child with a Beebe gun as he suggested. But try as hard as she might, Jen couldn’t convince herself.

 

Buy Links:

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Inheritance-Jacqueline-Seewald/dp/1940758505

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Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/inheritance-88

(as well as many other booksellers)

 

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Author Biography:

Multiple award-winning author, Jacqueline Seewald, has taught creative, expository and technical writing at Rutgers University as well as high school English. She also worked as both an academic librarian and an educational media specialist. Seventeen of her books of fiction have been published to critical praise including books for adults, teens and children. THE INHERITANCE, a romantic mystery with cozy elements, is her latest novel. Her short stories, poems, essays, reviews and articles have appeared in hundreds of diverse publications and numerous anthologies. She loves hearing from readers. Her writer’s blog can be found at: http://jacquelineseewald.blogspot.com

 

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If You Were Me and Lived on … Mars by @CarolePRoman #Space #Kidlit #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title If You Were Me and Lived on…Mars (If You Were Me and Lived in…) (Volume 21)

Author Carole P. Roman (Author), Mateya Arkova (Illustrator)

Genre Children’s Picture Books, Astronomy, Space

 

Book Blurb

Join Carole P. Roman when she blasts off to colonize the planet Mars, in the newest book of her informative series. Learn about how life would be living on the Red Planet. Travel to Olympus Mons, the largest volcano in the solar system. Look into the sky and watch Phobos and Deimos, Mars’ two moons. Discover what you would wear, and how the seasons change. See Mars through the eyes of an adventurous youngster like you and understand what life is like in a trip of a lifetime. Don’t forget to look at the other books in the series so that you can be an armchair traveler.

 

Two Illustrations from the Book

 

 

Buy Links

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/If-You-Were-Lived-Mars/dp/1540869725

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33941064-if-you-were-me-and-lived-on-mars?ac=1&from_search=true

 

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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.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://caroleproman.com/  

 

Blog http://caroleproman.blogspot.ca/  

 

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/CarolePRomanAwardWinningAuthorAndBooks  

 

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Meet Ben Jackson and his Funny #Kidlit Book #TuesdayBookBlog @AuthorsBen_Sam


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As many of you know, we get a chance to meet authors from all walks of life and in many genres. Fellow Author Carole P. Roman introduced me to Ben and Sam a few weeks ago and I’m so glad she did. Ben and Sam are a husband-wife writing/publishing team (love that) who have the funniest children’s book series I’ve read in years. I asked Ben to sit down with me for an interview. He agreed and he sure to check out their new release, The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey. Take it away, Ben:

 

  1. What is your writing process?

My writing process is pretty unorganized! I came from an average background without much formal schooling. I like to think of an idea and then just start writing and see where it takes me.

 

  1. Do you have any odd writing habits?

I love watching Netflix or movies! I know a lot of writers probably like to relax somewhere quiet without any distraction, but I think that would drive me nuts. I do like to look out of my window and see the beach while I write.

 

  1. What book do you wish you could have written?

A popular one! Or twenty ha ha.

 

  1. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Wilbur Smith, Leon Uris, and Bernard Cornwall. One author that has personally helped me out and inspired me to really strive to push my books is Carole P. Roman.

 

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

I haven’t really thought of this one. I’d like Selena Gomez to play the lead female roll, and probably Brad Pitt. He plays a gritty hero pretty well.

 

  1. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I like to choose names of people I know. Whenever I write for other authors I always try to slip in the names of my friends and family.

 

  1. What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Hmm, my kids book which I wrote with my wife, Sam Lawrence, The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey has been my most successful book so far.

 

  1. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Hopefully still writing, living off my books royalties and laying on a tropical beach with my wife.

 

  1. Have you always liked to write?

Yes, and I’ve always loved to read since I was very young.

 

  1. What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Just keep writing and for as long as you spend writing, spend an equal amount of time marketing.

 

  1. If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

Well, my books aren’t paying all the bills. By day I’m a welder that specializes in aluminum welding.

 

  1. Are you a plotter or a pantster?

No idea!

 

  1. 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 read them all. I would love to respond to them all, but I have only ever responded to ones which were in regards to technical or printing problems. I take what I can from reviews, take a deep breath and move on.

 

  1. What is your best marketing tip?

Market, market, promote, beg, and market some more.

 

  1. What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

Marketing! Proofreading and beta reading lol.

 

  1. Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

There’s lots. I like to write about things which I have experience in and things that I’m interested in. I have turned down a lot of offers to write romance books as I just don’t know if I could swing it.

 

  1. Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

Just in front of my TV. I can look out the window or watch Netflix.

 

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

Love and Racy for sure.

 

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

I have written several non-fiction books, a fiction book and several children’s books.

 

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

My next children’s book, and thinking of another project.

 

And now for something more personal about Ben…

 

  1. Do you write naked?

Umm, no. That would be horrifying for everybody.

 

  1. What is your biggest failure?

Not winning the lotto.

 

  1. What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

Well, it wouldn’t be good if I let the truth slip out now!

 

  1. Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

Only once, it wasn’t much fun. I was young and silly.

 

  1. Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Yep. Not much fun there either.

 

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

I like bourbon whiskey and cola. Used to smoke, but now I use a vaporizer instead.

 

  1. What is your biggest fear?

Spiders, and not a huge fan of confined spaces.

 

  1. What do you want your tombstone to say?

Buy my book!

 

  1. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I don’t know. Probably just the same as Captain America, Deadpool or Thor.

 

  1. If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

I like anti-heroes. Probably something similar to Deadpool.

 

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

Europe. Asia.

 

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

Eagle. For sure a massive eagle like the Sea Eagle so that I could just cruise around all day.

 

  1. Do you have any scars? What are they from?

Lots! Too many to list, stiches in my arm from a fall, staples in my head from a fight, and about a hundred scars from burns, scratches and cuts while working with power tools.

 

  1. What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I have recurring nightmares that have been with me for as long as I remember. They always end up the same and I can almost workout I’m in a dream while I’m sleeping.

 

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Title – The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey

Authors – Ben Jackson and Sam Lawrence

Category – Children’s Book, Hockey

Publisher – Indie Publishing Group – http://www.indiepublishinggroup.com/

 

Book Blurb –

Timmy and his best friend the Fart are back again!

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love reading along with Timmy and his Fart as they play hockey together!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart as they attend Timmy’s first hockey tryouts. Chaos and laughter ensue as the Fart attempts to help out his best friend the only way he knows how.

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey.

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy and his best friend on their exciting day at the hockey arena!

 

Buy Link –

https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Hockey-ebook/dp/B01LY5KFJI/

 

Author Biography –

Ben lives in Tasmania, Australia. While working during the week as a Boiler Maker/Welder, specializing in Aluminum Welding, he also writes of a night as a Freelance Writer and Author.

 

Ben is in a Long Distance Relationship with his wife Sam, who lives in Canada, she works as a full-time formatting professional, publisher, and author.

 

Be sure to check out all of his books, there is definitely something there for everyone!

 

As Indie Authors, we rely on our valuable customers to write a review, if you could spare a minute to leave a review of one of our books, we would greatly appreciate it.

 

He has numerous books in progress so stay tuned for information on those by following this page, connecting with him on Facebook or Goodreads.

 

Remember, if you enjoyed one of his books, leave a review!

 

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“I thought I lost you forever” The Highlander’s English Woman @RuthACasie #romance


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Title: The Highlander’s English Woman

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Laura Reynolds is in love with her long-time friend, Jamie Maxwell Collins. She adores his playful sense of humor, caring nature as well as his strong sense of family and honor.

Jamie lives across the border in Scotland. Outwardly carefree, he hides a dark secret. He can’t involve Laura in this deception. He can’t give her hope for a future together.

Laura stumbles upon Jamie’s secret. In her heart of hearts she knows Jamie is innocent. Their relationship in tatters and with no hope of reconciliation, she plays a deadly game to exonerate Jamie, she agrees to a political marriage. She has no idea the entire game has been orchestrated by her future husband, Jamie’s greatest enemy.

 

Excerpt:

“Hold me. Don’t let me go,” Laura said. She nuzzled his neck and sank into his strong embrace. “Love me,” she whispered in his ear. His muscles tensed in response. She wanted his arms around her, his lips touching hers.

They sank on the bed and held each other close. She was afraid to let him go, afraid the emptiness would find her, afraid of losing him, again. With an unending thirst, she focused on his mouth, the shape of his lips, the kisses that they promised.

His hand stroked the side of her body from her breast to her thigh, claiming them. One stroke of her breast and she tugged on his shirt. He didn’t hesitate. He obliged her and pulled it off. Her hand played down the hard planes of his chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of the scars on his chest.

“These weren’t here.” She traced them with her finger.

He stopped her hand and brought it to his lips. “Fighting for The Maxwell comes with a price. I don’t want to think of the Maxwell.” He kissed her fingertips. “I thought I lost you forever.”

She closed her eyes and reveled in the tingling sensation racing through her body and put her head on his shoulder.

He opened her bodice and stroked the top of her chest then, with trembling hands, touched her breasts. A low moan escaped her lips.

Jamie bent and kissed each breast.

He ignited a flame inside her that set her on fire. Delicious shudders pulsed through her. She pulled his head away and kissed him.

Her fingers traced the scars and the muscles of his chest danced at the light touch. “Where did you get this one?”

“In a fight with the English.” His rapt gaze focused on her face.

Her lips brushed against his skin.  His skin deckled in gooseflesh. Her finger moved on. “And this one?”

“A reiver attack,” his voice was husky and seductive.

The hooded passion in his eyes encouraged her. She kissed the scar and moved on. The tips of her fingers traced down his chest. “Here is another.” The scar snaked below his navel. Another kiss. Her fingers trailed down further.

He pulled her up and rolled on top of her. Her body instinctively arched against his. “You are mine.” His warm breath brushed against her face. Two heartbeats passed. “Do you hear me? You’re mine,” he said more urgently.

“Yes.” Her voice an intimate whisper. His lips tugged into a sideways grin.

His smile that made her bones go limp. It was his magic.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon/Kindle: https://amzn.com/B01LXYHNGS

 

Amazon Print: http://a.co/am0MfIq

 

iBook: http://apple.co/2eddatE

 

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-highlanders-english-woman-ruth-a-casie/1125365584?ean=2940157490539

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-highlander-s-english-woman

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http:// www.ruthacasie.com

 

Personal Blog:  http://www.ruthacasie.blogspot.com

 

Google+ https://plus.google.com/+RuthSeitelman

 

Twitter:  http://www.twitter.com/RuthACasie

 

FB Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/RuthACasie

 

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/ruth-seitelman/6/6b7/964

 

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ruthacasie/

 

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4792909.Ruth_A_Casie

 

Award-Winning Author Tia Shurina Shares #Wisdom + @everythingAAHE #RRBC


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We all want a happy ending in life, like Cinderella and Prince Charming, but sometimes Cinderella has to go through pain/suffering and discover her own path to a happy ending. Tia Shurina, author of Everything and a Happy Ending, is not only a talented writer but an inspiration. She’s got amazing inner strength and is proof-positive that when you spread the Light and Love to others, it comes back to you hundred-fold. Her book moved us so greatly that she won the 2016 N. N. Light Book Award for Nonfiction.

In honor of this award, she agreed to sit down with me for a follow-up interview. Everything and a Happy Ending talks about the three men in her life, her journey to self-discovery and working on her own happy ending. She’s an amazing woman and it’s my pleasure to re-introduce her. Take it away, Tia:

 

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

I’m a very sentimental woman, & because of that:

I’d cast Brooke Shields as me since she holds very significant meaning to my story.

I would cast Ray Romano as my dad.  The physical physique & resemblance is stunning, &, as the 3rd man in the trio, I feel that casting would add an incredible full circle beauty & intimacy to it.  Plus, as a gambler, dedicated golfer, softball enthusiast & avid all around sports fan, I feel he would really, & truly, be able to capture the spirit & essence that was my father’s heart & soul.

I would cast Tony Danza as Larry, my ex-husband.

And as Ray I would cast George Clooney, again, because, like Brooke Shields, he has an extraordinary special significance in the book.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

My best accomplishment is my 3rd baby, Everything and a Happy Ending.  It accomplished the 2 most important things in my life…

feeling I came full circle as a mom to my 2 boys as I gave birth to my memoir.  As my boys grew, & my dissatisfaction in my life grew, I hid a sad sorrowful feeling of disappointment that I was short-changing my children by letting my fears push me to settle in my life.  My dad’s death was the catalyst & catapult to a transformation & metamorphosis long in the making.  As they watched their mom face her fears & follow her heart for the 1st time in her life, I became the example I wanted to be for them.  In that experience & thru that process, I am now ecstatic & feeling so proud they are well on their way to happy “everythings” in their lives…relationships, careers, experiences, at least with the things that are within the realm of their own control, of course.

 

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Five years?!  Oh my.  Seems like a mini-lifetime away!  I have to be honest, I’m holding a vision very close & clear in my mind for much sooner than 5 years right now.  The last 7+ years that I have spent struggling to turn onto a different course in my life, & change an ending to a story I wrote for myself when I was much younger, much less mature, & certainly much less spiritually strong has been challenging, exhausting, emotionally draining, & very painful at times & I am now eager to finally, fully, turn that corner & step firmly onto that path.  But, since 5 is the lucky number you asked about, let me say that in 5 years, I see myself having long climbed completely out of the financial hole that I dug myself into as part of the extraordinary gift of “everything” that I freely, & faithfully gave to another in a spectacular, sacred gift of trust.  I see myself long enjoying a blessed, blissfully happy very intimate romantic relationship with excitement & much joy & laughter with a man I am madly, crazily, fantastically in love with.  I was blessed with an answered prayer when I was given the opportunity to make some new choices for myself at this certain age in my life.  It is the reason I finally faced down my fantastic fears & rose above them by ending my marriage.  I will not let that gift be in vain or go unwrapped or unlived & I have full faith that the Universe will deliver us to one another…whomever that someone turns out to be.

 

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 have read each & every review that I’m aware of, so far.  Who I am, tho, struggles to NOT let the 1 negative comment out of 100 positive ones eat me alive so, can be draining.  In my life, I’m getting better at not engaging, or co-creating with other’s harsh criticisms, so, I keep the faith I will move to that place with the book as well.

In my heart, Ricky Nelson’s song, Garden Party, is my theme song (you can’t please everyone so you gotta please yourself)…but my head sings a different song many days!  I won’t plan on responding to the negative.  Constructive criticism is one thing…an important valid tool and as an inexperienced, nonprofessional writer I accept they will be a part of the process, but I will do my best to let negative mean-ness “walk on by” (that’s Dionne Warwick…& yes, I love music & find it to be a very powerful inspirational tool!).

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

My least favorite part of the process has been the marketing & publicity aspect.  The book was a Plan C for sure (maybe even Plan D).  I had no desire or plan to share my own personal story so publicly.  When came time to promote that sharing…my book…a lot of old “stuff” seemed to circle their wagons.  I went kicking & screaming a bit to go with that flow I was so desperate to swim with finally in my life, instead of bucking that flow for so long in my life.  And, I’m so outside my comfort zone in soooo many areas of my life right now as a result.  It has brought a happiness & peace of heart I have never felt, yet, I am also exhausted from the journey I chose to take almost 8 years ago at this point.  Because I’m so beyond my limits, “running  on empty” at this point (with Jackson Browne singing back up for me!), & beyond in some important places, this particular part has hit me especially hard.  Ive been incredibly protective & especially particular about making sure the story ripples outward in the same energy & intention it was written in…and that is, of course, the spirit of LOVE, & because of that, I continue to wear many hats as I move along this beautiful journey I embarked on after my dad passed.  It has worn me out in some aspects, yet, in some other all important areas it has energized me & gifted me with a re-birth that has been so fulfilling.  What a rollercoster ride it has been.  Good thing I have always loved them!!  And, a good thing indeed I finally accepted the possibility that maybe this was something important I do & face & embrace in my life.

 

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in a situation that was hard to get out of and what did you do?

The situation I find myself in right now.  My ex & I have a very Modern Family kind of living arrangement.  He moved out for quite awhile after we split & then became my roommate after his dad passed away over a year later…a gift to my ex, wanting to be kind & help him out, even as I was trying to honor myself 1st & foremost, finally, in my life.  That choice was also a gift to Ray, which is all detailed in the book as to the why’s I made them.   At the time, I trusted was going to be for a short amount of time & felt certain was a positive healing choice & opportunity for my ex & I…& our 2 boys actually, after they witnessed a bit of tumult between us in the time before we finally split.  But, it passed its circle of healing at a certain point & rounded back to an un-healthy situation again, & I’ve been struggling mightily as a result as my circumstances have changed through the years as I tried to do what was best for Larry, best for Ray & honor myself at the same time.  I gave everything to Ray, as I promised him I would…and, he accepted my gift, which continues to make me so happy, but, it has also wreaked havoc on my life in many, many ways.  And, because I was giving to Larry at same time too, all of our choices have co-created a firestorm that is indeed scorching me now.  Its a difficult time, but, I am so devoted to myself…&, as my father’s daughter, am rolling the dice & placing a big bet…on me!

I’m currently in full swing of trying to get myself out, on my own…the book is part of my attempt to gain back some of the financial security I gifted to Ray, part of my offering of trust.

 

What is your biggest fear?

Well, to piggyback off the last question, I will share that on a difficult, dark day, I will allow the fears to have their moment & take me to my knees in fear & worry that even a tiny remote chance exists that I will be unable to get myself onto a firm financial foothold & start the new life I so desperately wanted for myself when I made the decision to end my marriage is definitely topping the list these days.  After I allow myself to be human, however, I am well aware of the importance to get up from my knees & walk away from those fears so that energy does not get to stick around me.  It is so unhealthy to wallow in it but I am also aware of the importance of allowing feelings & acknowledging emotions as well, after a long time in my life of kinda stuffing them away.  It’s a balance, for sure.  There’s a powerful scene in Eat Pray Love where Elizabeth is on her bathroom floor, distraught, praying to her God for help.  It’s a beautiful scene of surrender, and faith…& I’ve certainly been there, as I’m sure many have.  But, for me, balance is so important…& in my ordinary/extraordinary, divine but very human “story”, there is a scene where it isn’t the quite of night but the bright light & busy-ness of day, in my bedroom, with neighbors downstairs & kids in the next room to hear me, even as I have closed the door to try & maintain some privacy & dignity, screaming to my God, in devastation & despair, feeling betrayed & forsaken.  So disappointed in a divine Universe I felt could never be capable of, or allow, such selfishness, such unfairness, such cruelty.  That scene is my best way to articulate my biggest fear in a visual, to accompany the words I shared about the state of affairs that my ALL-IN choice & promise to Ray created.

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I’d like to be able to become invisible.  Sooo much mystery & more than just a little angst too, would no longer exist in my life if I were able to do that.

 

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

Giraffe Hotel in Nairobi Kenya

 

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

 Besides above, which gets me to Africa, I’d like to visit Alaska & Hawaii, which were places my dad wanted to get to, drive cross country & see the Grand Canyon, a visit to a few other of the Wonders of the World (either classic, new or natural), a Mediterranean cruise, learn to speak a little French (which I find to be a very sexy language), learn to play the drums & piano, mentor…& since I have 2 sons, I’d like to mentor a girl, & lastly, have a book I wrote made into a screenplay!

 

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Title:  Everything and a Happy Ending

 

Author: Tia Shurina

 

Genre:  Memoir

 

 

Book Blurb:

A memoir about 3 interconnected relationships & 3 special men in my life. The fact that youre reading this makes me happy. Maybe youve mistaken this for a how to give a good happy ending sexual self-help book. Maybe youre reading because you have a genuine interest in anothers journey. Either way, Im good. My journey almost destroyed me. Almost. Boy, have I come to like that word. What a pleasurable word almost can be. You may almost be ready to buy my book. You may almost be ready to begin an amazing new journey of your own. You may almost be over that rainbow Judy Garland sings about. What great potential almost can hold, if you can flip your way of thinking. Just imagine controlled pessimism, doubt, and fear flipped into blind optimism, faith, and love.

 

Excerpt: 

Chapter 8

EMILIO

Grow with the Flow

(of the Current of Your Life)

Come together… at just the right and perfect time

Such wonderful advice, to go (and grow) with the flow. I heard it from my dad, as he encouraged me to swim more with the current of my life, rather than against it, as I’d done for a long, unsatisfying time. It is a great title for a book chapter or TV episode, yet it can be difficult to true-ly live in real life, I think.

There’s an Oscar winning movie, Marty, from 1955. It’s a fictional story of two average people who meet a bit later in life, fall in love, and get a happy ending. Marty, a plain man, meets Clara, an ordinary woman. Both are lonely, and both feel even less than plain and ordinary. It is a beautiful love story about meeting, connecting, trusting, redemption, and second chances arriving later in life. It is extraordinary and ordinary, both at the same time. It is almost unbelievable, yet totally attainable. It is a once in a lifetime story and an everyday possibility—the perfect balance.

Now, imagine the story is not fiction, but real. Imagine there real-ly exists a Marty and Clara, who meet when fate crosses their paths, but not as middle-aged, world weary, lonely adults, but as much younger, scared, lonely adults. Imagine also that this particular Marty and Clara are not plain or ordinary at all on the outside, yet on the inside feel the very same way Marty and Clara felt. It is a difficult challenge for even the older, wiser adult to go with the flow, but for the younger, intimidated, un-wise young adult to ponder the paths that could be taken, instead of the choice to trust, to let it all go, to jump in and let the current flow you to where you are meant to be is much harder. Imagine that this very real and very scared Marty and Clara pair go their separate ways, rather than go all in and take the risk first time around.

But if life is a journey of human choices and divine plans and assistance in mind and soul from the start, consider the possibility that, if their destiny is to come together, they will make their way back around the circle to reunite. Given another chance to simply be together, when the time was right and perfect for them, they’d reconnect like yin connects with yang.

What if the universe has always been watching their backs, moving them along divinely, in just the right and perfect way, to help them get a second chance someday? As Sophie says in Letters to Juliet, “‘What’ and ‘if ’ are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if?” What if, like in reel life, the real life Marty makes a promise to the real life Clara, to come back to her so that they can have that love affair, finally, to go with the flow, and meet up with her soon? What if the real life Clara devotedly waits as the reel life Clara does—sitting, motionless, on the sofa, just waiting for her Marty to reach out, not moving or budging until he did, because she grew scared that if she did, it meant she didn’t trust him, petrified it meant she didn’t have faith in him? What if?

What if, in a very real life, a very real Marty and Clara can face their fears this time around their circle, and find the courage to actually go with that flow? Maybe, just maybe, they can have that love affair that often exists true-ly in fairytales, but once in a while moves into reality as well, jumping off the pages of a book, leaping out of the TV or off the reel life movie screen—a real and a very true love.

 

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Press Release

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Will Tia Shurina give Ray Romano a “Happy Ending”? New Memoir Reveals Relationship and Unveils Transformation

Tia and Ray

 

Feb 01, 2016, 12:11 ET from Everything and a Happy Ending

NEW YORK, Feb. 1, 2016 /PRNewswire/ — Sometimes a person’s outside public persona isn’t reflective of their inside private life. Everything and a Happy Ending shares her struggle with authenticity between her outer and inner worlds; her real and true lives. It also details how an old friendship turned to secreted emotional love affair and how she helped him flip a not so funny reality into a fantastical new reel life self.

As Tia transitioned through her own real life roles she became the muse for one of Hollywood’s most beloved stars.

Her book illuminates her awakening and metamorphosis, committed to embracing the high road of nourishment, while exuding courage and kindness. Her memoir shares her journey to give and receive love without domination, submission, or sublimation. She takes the reader through sorrow and tribulation leading to growth, clarity, peace, release and joy recounting three interwoven circles & love stories. EAAHE chronicles how her childhood relationship with her father set the foundation for her long marriage to her ex-husband; then shares how their adult relationship “set the stage” for a unique love story with the comedian. She details how her faith is strengthened as her own re-birth inspired her old friend to grow and evolve himself. She’s been his shadow muse since a poignant, powerful reconnection became the catalyst for her privately shared personal evolution which became the root and core of Romano’s own journey of “soulwork”. That inspiration allowed him to achieve some of the greatest successes of his career.

Shurina states, “My dad’s advice to his children was, ‘hold your form’. Those bestowed bellwether words were integral to embracing my faith, finding joy within (and without!), allowing ‘true’ love, giving in peace and empowering others to rise to their own best form.”

Her story is a tour de force of emergence into empowerment & the recognition of the interconnected heart, balancing the spiritual and the material, and her selfless, unconditional giving to help liberate another from a life born of a need for adulation and acceptance.

“It’s my prayer another woman of a certain age feeling dissatisfied in her life might take a babystep forward.”

EAAHE combines real and true aspects of Eat Pray Love crossing paths with 50 Shades, Marty, Parenthood and Someday Someday Maybe meeting When the Balls Drop.

 

http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/will-tia-shurina-give-ray-romano-a-happy-ending-new-memoir-reveals-relationship-and-unveils-transformation-300212049.html

 

 

Author Bio:

Tia Shurina lives in Queens, NYC but still spends time on the Jersey Shore, where she feels safest in the bungalows she spent her childhood summers.  She is, most days, really filled with joy.  She is, every day, truly filled with peace.   She looks forward to a happy ending each new day, however it unfolds, whomever it holds, & however the Universe molds, as she continues to create a new “happily ever after”, staying committed to rising above her fears, moving out of her comfort zones and going with the flow of her life.

 

Website: http://everythingandahappyending.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/everythingAAHE

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14261868.Tia_Shurina

“I Beg Sanctuary” His to Protect by @ParisBrandon #ParanormalRomance #Giveaway #Romance


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Title: His to Protect

Author: Paris Brandon

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

 

After ten long years, desperation has forced Luna Sinclair back to Los Lobos but nothing in her experience has prepared her for the heat that Pack Protector, Gunnar Redmond unleashes. Her wolf is clawing to break free and run straight for the hulking beast but what wolf in their right mind would want to be tied to her family tree?

 

Not everyone is happy about welcoming the daughter of one of the old alpha’s henchmen, home. Old wounds and secrets are exposed and to make matters worse, Drew Tao, the new alpha has reason to suspect that she might have revealed the packs most closely guarded secret when she escaped the crazed survivalist that had been keeping her prisoner.

 

None of that matters to Gunnar. He’s known Luna was his mate since finding her naked and shivering on pack land and he’ll do anything to keep her. With their wolves clawing to mate and danger closing in, anyone who wants to hurt her will have to go through him first.

 

Giveaway:

Go to my website http://parisbrandon.com and click Contact at the top of the page and it will take you to a form.

 

Leave your name and email address. Type POTL Giveaway in the message box and choose which of my backlist books (and yes, the boxed set, Entice Me is included) you’d like to receive and the desired format. If your name is chosen as the winner, I’ll send your prize!

 

The contest closes at midnight, Friday, January 20th.

 

 

Excerpt:  

 

Gunnar Redmond’s blood still raced from his morning run, and the female’s musky scent hit him doubly hard. The haggard white wolf had been running in a straight line since she’d hit the perimeter a few minutes ago. Nothing ran that hard unless something chased it, and he didn’t see or smell anything following her. Too soon to call a warning for something he could probably handle himself, the pack protector kept well behind his quarry. The third time she stumbled, his wolf reached for her, nearly stopping him in his tracks.

 

The urge to catch her before she fell surprised him. He breathed in her scent once more, finding her human nature had become much stronger and stank of a fear so fierce it permeated the crisp autumn air. She’d transformed. The scent grew stronger. His quarry had stopped, perhaps to get her bearings.

 

Every wolf in Los Lobos knew the location of the pack land boundaries.

 

She was obviously lost and confused.

 

Downwind and hidden by a small stand of trees, Gunnar crouched on the crest of a small hill. Naked and filthy, twigs and leaves riddled her tangled mess of dark hair that reached past her shoulders. Mud streaked her bare arms and legs. Her thin flanks trembled as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms and looked around. She might not be very tall, but her obvious curves left no doubt she was all woman.

 

His wolf whined.

 

If he waited any longer, his wolf was going to behave inappropriately. Knocking her down so he could clean her and show his obvious interest probably wouldn’t win him any points. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked down the short incline.

 

The wind shifted, and she lifted her nose, turned, and froze. Her dark eyes widened, and he scented the fear she tried to hide. His size intimidated most, but her gaze had locked on his fingers, still working his shirt buttons free, and it occurred to him what the situation must look like.

 

Nice going, dumbass.

 

He let his arms drop and sighed. “Did you know you were trespassing?”

 

Her shoulders slumped. She stared at him a moment, and her mouth worked in a silent effort that seemed to frustrate her. Finally, her words tumbled like so much static from a radio. “Am I in Los Lobos?”

 

Gunnar nodded, and a shaky smile quirked one corner of her mouth.

 

“My name is Luna Sinclair, and I beg sanctuary.”

 

 

Buy Link:

Decadent Publishing: http://decadentpublishing.com/pre-order-now-his-to-protect-black-hills-wolves-63/

 

Author Biography:

A member of Romance Writers of America and published since 2009, Paris writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing a little mystery and suspense in for good measure. Currently published with Decadent Publishing, she likes nothing better than a story that contains a little mystery and a lot of romance.

 

 

When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she can be found haunting antique and thrift stores for unique finds, or planning a new flower garden.  She lives in the mid-west with her husband of many years and is currently enjoying all of the period dramas on Netflix and wondering where she can find a hat that makes her look as stylish as Miss Phryne Fisher.

 

 

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00N3M7EEM

 

 

 

Initiated to Kill by @SharleneAlmond #thriller #historical #Giveaway


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Title: Initiated to Kill

 

 

Author: Sharlene Almond

 

 

Genre: Historical/21st century psychological thriller

 

 

Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press and Start Publishing

 

 

Book Blurb:

Two men from two different generations, both initiated into a powerful organization that throughout history has sought control and uses their power for destruction. They leave behind a wake of murder, manipulation and ancient secrets. The first man wreaks havoc in and around the Whitechapel district of London, England in the 19th century. While the other stalks his victims in the cosmopolitan city of Seville, Spain in the 21st century; knowing that only he could uncover the true motives of one of the world’s most infamous serial killers—Jack the Ripper.

 

Excerpt:

Prologue

January, 1888

The solemn lodge hid from unworthy eyes, an unnoticeable forgotten place made of granite. Two Sphinx- like granite lions with women’s heads peered down from the entrance of the lodge. An “ankh” adorned the lion’s neck, entwined with a cobra. An image of a woman embellished the neck and breast of the other lion, speaking of fertility and procreation.

Fervent men slowly make their way up the three levels of narrowing steps, passing under the two Egyptian swords with curved serpentine blades, passing through the two tall bronze doors.

One man glanced up as he ascended the steps, silently mouthing, “the temple of the Supreme Council Freemasons,” made of brass letters and set in stone. His gaze fell to the plaque cut in stone, “Freemasonry Builds Its Temples in the Hearts of Men and Among Nations.”

Stone columns extend high above the entrance and partially conceal an image of an Egyptian god, backed with radiating sun and flanked by six large golden snakes. He stepped past the threshold of the lodge entirely made of marble, exotic wood, and statues carved from gold.

The ofting room decorated with many symbols, especially the serpent, and portraits of famous and influential men, lined the walls. Illuminations flickered above the men, resembling stars in the dark blue sky; the golden serpents silently watching in the blue heavens.

Slowly removing his clothes, wrapping the long black

robe around him, placing a hood over his head to partially conceal his face.

In the recesses of the ancient temple, an ornately decorated room filled with candles, lighted the way for the men filing in. Dressed in long black robes, hands pressed solemnly together, slowly the row of men trudge into the Temple room. Each with their face down, they instinctively form a large circle in the room.

The room fell with a deathly silence; abruptly three knocks reverberated throughout the room. The Worshipful Master spoke, “You will admit him in the name of the Grand Architect of the Universe, and let him be placed in the West.”

Gradually the door creaks open, a young man enters with a black robe and the left knee and breast exposed. The young man’s face is covered by a dark cloth and led around the circle by a rope around his neck. The candidate is led to the oath of secrecy where the Worshipful Master stands. A sword is pricked to the candidate’s left breast.

“As this is a prick to the flesh at this time, so may the remembrance of it be to your conscience hereafter, should you ever attempt improperly to reveal any of the secrets with which you are about to be entrusted.”

The group silently watch as the candidate is instructed to kneel with his left knee bare and bent, his right foot forming a square and the body being erect in that square. The left hand supports the Volume of the Sacred Law, compass and square and right hand placed thereon.

“‘Vouch safe Thine Aid, Almighty Father, Grand Architect of the Universe, to this our present conviction. Grant that this Candidate for Masonry, now kneeling before thee, may dedicate and devote his life to thy Service, and become a true and faithful Brother amongst us. To this end endue him with such a competency of thy Divine Wisdom, that assisted by the secrets of our Royal Masonic Art, he may be better enabled to display the beauties of true godliness to the Honour and glory of Thy Most Holy Name.’ ”

“‘I do most solemnly and sincerely promise and swear to have my throat cut across, my tongue torn out by the roots, and my body buried in the rough sands of the sea at low water mark, where the tide ebbs and flows in twenty- four hours…should I ever knowingly or willingly violate this my solemn oath or obligation as an Entered Apprentice Mason. So help me God.’ ”

The young man is then presented with white gloves and escorted to the pedestal in the East to become an Entered Apprentice.

Throughout the ceremony another waited expectedly. Another man would join them, and this man would be the one. He had done a lot to encourage them to allow this man to be initiated.

But he could never have foretold the events to come.

 

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A candlelit chamber houses a secret meeting where four men sit around a table, each wearing the long black robes and only talking above a whisper.

“The time has come to make our stand and proclaim to our Brothers that it’s time. It’s our time to cause such a panic, that people will not know whom to turn to. That the reliance on religion and government will pass. It’s our time to take control, and whoever does not stand behind us will

fall.”“Yes, we must give a sign to our Brothers that can only be recognized by them, something that will forever change the world.”

 

Giveaway:

Sharlene Almond is giving away a free e-book to five lucky commenters. Answer this question in the comments below:

What’s your favorite thriller/suspense book and why?

Open Internationally and runs through January 25, 2017.

 

 

Buy Links:

https://www.amazon.com/Initiated-Kill-Sharlene-Almond-ebook/dp/B01E9DDKO6/

 

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Author Biography:

I’m an author and student living in Auckland, New Zealand. I’ve studied in a wide range of subjects; however, chose to concentrate on courses designed to learn more about the human psyche.

 

Having studied in Criminology and Neuro Linguistic programming; in addition to completing a diploma course in body language, enables me to give an authentic feel to my characters, and the crimes committed. Because I’ve always been fascinated with human psychology, especially criminal psychology, I always include that element in every book I write.

 

I’m also a student studying Naturopathy Nutrition, and Body Language. Although I love writing, I am hoping to eventually start up my own business as a Complementary Health Therapist from home.

 

I have recently published a New Zealand travel E-book – Journey in Little Paradise, to inform travellers of what to expect when they come to New Zealand. And if you are interested in reviewing this as well, or instead, I can provide an E-book of your choice.

 

As an author of historical/21st century psychological, international thrillers, my books challenge readers to think beyond what they believe, as well as taking the reader on a journey throughout Europe and abroad.

 

Social Media Links:

If you are interested in any of the topics I am qualified in, as well as writing tips from myself and other writers, I will be starting up a monthly newsletter, including a Q&A for subscribers to write into me. Link to sign-up to my newsletter: http://eepurl.com/cqQ26v

Email: sharlenealmond@gmail.com

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“Quirky, profane, disturbing…” Rarity from the Hollow by @roberteggleton1 #books #scifi


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Title: Rarity from the Hollow

Author: Robert Eggleton

Genre: Adult Social Science Fiction

Publisher: Dog Horn Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

Lacy Dawn’s father relives the Gulf War, her mother’s teeth are rotting out, and her best friend is murdered by the meanest daddy on Earth. Life in the hollow is hard. She has one advantage — an android was inserted into her life and is working with her to cure her parents. But, he wants something in exchange. It’s up to her to save the Universe. Lacy Dawn doesn’t mind saving the universe, but her family and friends come first.

 

Rarity from the Hollow is adult literary science fiction filled with tragedy, comedy and satire.

 

“The most enjoyable science fiction novel I have read in years.”

Temple Emmet Williams, Author, former editor for Reader’s Digest

 

 

“Quirky, profane, disturbing… In the space between a few lines we go from hardscrabble realism to pure sci-fi/fantasy. It’s quite a trip.”

  • Evelyn Somers, The Missouri Review

 

. “…a hillbilly version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy…what I would have thought impossible; taken serious subjects like poverty, ignorance, abuse…tongue-in-cheek humor without trivializing them…profound…a funny book that most sci-fi fans will thoroughly enjoy.” — Awesome Indies (Gold Medal)

 

“…sneaks up you and, before you know it, you are either laughing like crazy or crying in despair, but the one thing you won’t be is unmoved…a brilliant writer.” —Readers’ Favorite (Gold Medal)

 

“Rarity from the Hollow is an original and interesting story of a backwoods girl who saves the Universe in her fashion. Not for the prudish.” —Piers Anthony, New York Times bestselling author

 

“…Good satire is hard to find and science fiction satire is even harder to find.” — The Baryon Review

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 13, “Mom I’d Like to Introduce You to My Fiancé”

Scene Prologue: At this point in the story, Lacy Dawn, the protagonist, is twelve years old. An android named DotCom (his name is a recurring pun throughout the novel) installed a port in her upper spine and has directly downloaded data into her brain for the last several years. His ship is hidden in a cave in the Woods behind the family’s house in the hollow. DotCom was sent to Earth to train and recruit Lacy Dawn to save the universe from an imminent threat, but was recalled due to slow performance. In this scene, DotCom has returned to Earth and Jenny, the mother, meets him for the first time.

 

*****

 

…..… Jenny (the mother) walked up the hill to Roundabend. She called Lacy Dawn’s name every few yards. Her muddy tennis shoes slipped and slid.

I hear her voice. Why won’t she answer me? 

“Sounds like she’s talking to someone,” Jenny said to the Woods.

Nobody responded. The trees weren’t supposed to since Jenny was no longer a child. Her former best friends had made no long-term commitment beyond childhood victimization. They had not agreed to help her deal with domestic violence in adulthood. She hugged the closest tree.

I will always love you guys. 

Jenny quickened her pace, stopped, and listened for human voices. A few yards later, she stopped again.

Now it sounds like she’s behind me instead of in front. 

Jenny looked to the left of the path.

There ain’t no cave Roundabend, but there it is. 

She walked toward the entrance. The voices grew louder and she looked inside. Lacy Dawn sat on a bright orange recliner. Tears streamed down her face.  Jenny ran to her daughter through a cave that didn’t exit and into a blue light that did.

“All right, you mother f**ker!”

“Mom!” Lacy Dawn yelled. “You didn’t say, ‘It’s me’ like you’re supposed to (a traditional announcement mentioned earlier in the story).”

DotCom (the android) sat naked in a lotus position on the floor in front of the recliner.  Jenny covered Lacy Dawn with her body and glared at him.

“Grrrrr,” emanated from Jenny.  It was a sound similar to the one that Brownie (Lacy Dawn’s dog) made the entire time the food stamp woman was at their house.  It was a sound that filled the atmosphere with hate.  No one moved.  The spaceship’s door slid shut.

“Mommmmmy, I can’t breathe. Get up.”

“You make one move you sonofabitch and I’ll tear your heart out,” Jenny repositioned to take her weight off Lacy Dawn.

Stay between them.

“Mommy, he’s my friend. More than my friend, we’re going to get married when I’m old enough — like when I turn fourteen. He’s my boyfriend — what you call it — my fiancé.”

“You been messin’ with my little girl you pervert!” Jenny readied to pounce.

“MOM!  Take a chill pill! He ain’t been messing with me. He’s a good person, or whatever. Anyway, he’s not a pervert. You need to just calm down and get off me.”

Jenny stood up. DotCom stood up. Jenny’s jaw dropped.

He ain’t got no private parts, not even a little bump.   

“DotCom, I’d like to introduce you to my mommy, Mrs. Jenny Hickman. Mommy, I’d like to introduce you to my fiancé, DotCom.”

Jenny sat down on the recliner. Her face was less than a foot from DotCom’s crotch and she stared straight at it. It was smooth, hairless, and odor free.

“Mrs. Hickman, I apologize for any inconvenience that this misunderstanding has caused. It is very nice to meet you after having heard so much. You arrived earlier than expected. I did not have time to properly prepare and receive. Again, I apologize.”

I will need much more training if I’m ever assigned to a more formal setting than a cave, such as to the United Nations.

“Come on, Mommy. Give him a hug or something.”

Jenny’s left eye twitched.

DotCom put on clothing that Lacy Dawn had bought him at Goodwill. It hung a little loose until he modified his body. Lacy Dawn hugged her mother…

…(scene of Dwayne, the father, overheard by those in the spaceship while talking to himself)… “Besides, the transmitter was part of Daddy’s treatment. There’re a lot of other things that he did to help fix Daddy. DotCom is like a doctor. You can see that Daddy has gotten better every day. And no, there ain’t no transmitter in you. DotCom figured you out like a good doctor and the only things wrong are a lack of opportunity and rotten teeth that poison your body. You don’t need no transmitter. He just gave you a few shots of ego boost. I don’t know what medicine that is, but I trust him. You ain’t complained since the shots started — not even with an upset stomach.”

“He’s a doctor?” Jenny asked.

“What’s your problem anyway?” Lacy Dawn asked. “I know.  You’re prejudiced. You told me that people have much more in common than they do that’s different — even if someone is a different color or religion, or from a different state than us. You told me to try to become friends because sometimes that person may need a good friend. Now, here you are acting like a butt hole about my boyfriend. You’re prejudiced because he’s different than us.”

“Honey, he’s not even a person – that’s about as different as a boyfriend can get,” Jenny said.

“So?”

Mommy’s right. Maybe I need a different argument.

            A fast clicking sound, a blur of motion, and a familiar smell assaulted them.

“What’s that?” Jenny asked.

She moved to protect her daughter from whatever threat loomed. Brownie, who had been granted 27 / 7 access to the ship, bounded over the orange recliner, knocked DotCom to the floor, licked DotCom’s face, and rubbed his head on Jenny’s leg. He then jumped onto the recliner and lay down. His tail wagged throughout. Jenny sat down on the recliner beside Brownie and looked at Lacy Dawn.

“But, you were crying when I first came in. That thing was hurting you.” Jenny shook her finger at DotCom to emphasize a different argument against him.

“Mommy, I’m so happy that I couldn’t help but cry. My man just came home from an out-of-state job. I didn’t talk to him for a whole year. Before he left, he told me that he wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to come home. I still don’t know what happened while he was gone. We ain’t had no chance to talk. All I know is that he’s home and I’m sooooo happy.”

“Your man came home from an out-of-state job?” Jenny patted Brownie on his head, some more and some more….

It’s unusual for a man to promise to come back home and ever be seen again. Brownie likes him and that’s a good sign. Maybe she’s right about him helping Dwayne. Something sure did and it wasn’t me. It is a nice living room. They’ve been together for a while and I ain’t seen a mark on her. That’s unusual too. He ain’t got no private parts and that’s another good thing. Hell, if I get in the middle, she’d just run off with him anyway. Id better play it smart. I don’t want to lose my baby.

“What about his stupid name?” Jenny asked.

“I’ve got a stupid name, too. All the kids at school call me hick because my last name is Hickman.”

“My name was given to me by my manager a very long time ago. It represents a respected tradition — the persistent marketing of that which is not necessarily the most needed. I spam…,” DotCom said.

They both glared at him.

“Dwayne is sure to be home. I don’t want him to worry. Let’s go,” Jenny said.

“Okay, Mommy.”

“I love you, DotCom,” Lacy Dawn stepped out the ship’s door, which had slid open. Brownie and Jenny were right behind her.

“I love you too,” DotCom said.

Lacy Dawn and Jenny held hands and walked down the path toward home. The trees didn’t smile — at least not so Jenny would notice. On the other hand, no living thing obstructed, intruded, or interfered with the rite.

Jenny sang to the Woods, “My little girl’s going to marry a doctor when she grows up, marry a doctor when she grows up, when she grows up.  My little girl’s going to marry a doctor when she grows up, marry a doctor when she grows up, when she grows up….”

 

Buy Links:

Lulu http://www.lulu.com/shop/robert-eggleton/rarity-from-the-hollow/paperback/product-22910478.html

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Rarity-Hollow-Robert-Eggleton-ebook/dp/B017REIA44

Publisher http://www.doghornpublishing.com/wordpress/books/rarity-from-the-hollow 

 

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Author Biography:

Robert Eggleton has served as a children’s advocate in an impoverished state for over forty years. He is best known for his investigative reports about children’s programs, most of which were published by the West Virginia Supreme Court where he worked from 1982 through 1997, and which also included publication of models of serving disadvantaged and homeless children in the community instead of in large institutions, research into foster care drift involving children bouncing from one home to the next — never finding a permanent loving family, and statistical reports on the occurrence and correlates of child abuse and delinquency.

 

Today, he is a recently retired children’s psychotherapist from the mental health center in Charleston, West Virginia, where he specialized in helping victims cope with and overcome physical and sexual abuse, and other mental health concerns. Rarity from the Hollow is his debut novel. Its release followed publication of three short Lacy Dawn Adventures in magazines: Wingspan Quarterly, Beyond Centauri, and Atomjack Science Fiction.

The second edition of Rarity from the Hollow was released on November 3, 2016. Author proceeds have been donated to a child abuse prevention program operated by Children’s Home Society of West Virginia. http://www.childhswv.org/ Robert continues to write fiction with new adventures based on a protagonist that is a composite character of children that he met when delivering group therapy services. The overall theme of his stories remains victimization to empowerment.

 

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