Merry Christmas, Henry by @Aubreywynne51 Will Make You Believe in Love! #bookreview #ASMSG


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Title: Merry Christmas, Henry

Author: Aubrey Wynne

Genre: Short Stories, Fantasy, Holiday Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

A holiday fantasy short story for the romantic.

 

Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream.

 

My Review:

Merry Christmas, Henry is a beautiful, heart-wrenching short story about the magic of love and Christmas.

 

Henry is a lonely artist working as a night watchman at a museum in Chicago. He’s shy, especially when it comes to women, but that doesn’t get him down. Instead of talking to a beautiful woman, he commits her image to memory and goes home to paint her in his upstairs apartment.

 

For the past twenty years, his heart yearns for a sad woman in a painting hanging in the museum. There’s something about her that captures his heart and no other woman can compare. He only wishes he could add some color to her dreary painting. Maybe then, she’s look his way and smile. That’s when an idea blossoms in his heart. Can he? Will he get arrested? It’s worth the risk to bring some beauty to the love of his life.

 

Aubrey Wynne has penned one of the best short stories I’ve ever read. It’s filled with emotion, mystery, magic and all takes place at Christmastime in a museum. Henry is someone I can relate to as he’s an artist who discovers what life is all about. Love is a core theme in this moving story. The characters are fleshed out, the plot moves quickly and Wynne grabs the reader from the beginning and doesn’t let go. The ending came too quickly because I wanted to read more. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “His fingers itched to reach out and pull her from the painting and hold her, soothe her, give her comfort. Henry knew that if she could turn and face him, he would be looking at the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. His hand shook as he reached out to touch the canvas.”

 

My Rating: 5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

https://www.books2read.com/u/4EWKZg

 

Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

 

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

 

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://aubreywynne.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Aubreywynne51

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/aubrey.wynne.7

 

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/Aubreywynne51
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/17695894-aubrey-wynne

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

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Christmas Stories: A Guest Post by Kate Parker #TuesdayBookBlog #historicalromance #Christmas


Christmas Stories by Kate Parker

 

We all have our memories of perfect Christmas mornings. For me, it’s only after Christmas breakfast and all the presents are unwrapped that my perfect Christmas morning begins.

 

 

I see myself snug in my flannel pjs and fluffy slippers, a nice big mug of hot tea at hand and, piled up next to me – a stack of new books smelling of fresh ink and newly cut paper. New-to-me authors, old favorites, all are welcome.

 

 

Now for reality… I’ll have to exchange my flannel pjs and fluffy slippers for a T-shirt and shorts if I don’t want to melt. I don’t care how hot it gets, I still love my hot tea. So it’ll be hot tea and an e-reader after Christmas breakfast while wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and leaving my feet bare.

 

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My ereader will bring me tales of sled rides through the frozen wilderness, snow ball battles beneath cozy chimneys that give off picturesque, non-polluting, wispy smoke, formal balls with stolen kisses beneath the mistletoe, and the number one best Christmas gift of all, a dead body murdered by clever means.

 

 

Nothing says Christmas to me like a good fictional murder under the Christmas tree. Or under the skating pond or in a snow drift or upsetting the horses. There must be blood splashed on the snow or dripped on the ballroom floor. At least one debutante, not the heroine, must faint. If crinolines rustle and sleigh bells jingle, all the better.

 

 

The contemporary fiction equivalent is the plucky heroine marching through the snow, gun strapped to her back, stopping the nefarious plot in time to sing carols and watch nieces and nephews open gifts. Clever murders here are more of the “karma” kind, where the villain dies from his own poison, bomb, or javelin.

 

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And the food! While I munch on Christmas foil-wrapped peanut butter cups and drink hot tea, I will read about whole roasted turkeys and wassail and cranberries and Christmas pudding with a sixpence inside. And if a cup of wassail is poisoned… Pure bliss. These foods work in either historical or contemporary stories.

 

 

In historical mysteries, the servants will be ever so grateful on Boxing Day, the children will enjoy cloth and wooden toys that don’t require batteries, and some lovely young woman will get an engagement ring either before or after the discovery of the body. The placement of the engagement is dependent on whether said lovely young woman is a sleuth or involved in the murder.

 

 

In contemporary holiday tales, the ending shows children either teaching grandparents how to use the newest electronic gear they received as presents or willingly setting down cell phones to spend time in the family’s traditional group endeavor. If it involves ice skating or football in the snow, so much the better.

 

 

In Christmas mysteries, words like “dreary” will be balanced out with words like “sparkling.” There will be plenty of snow between the pages to overcome the sunny and mild temperatures outside my door. Icicles will dangle from the roof – unless they’ve been used as a dagger.

 

 

Just writing this post has put me in the mood for Christmas. I hope Santa is bringing me lots of murder and mayhem this year for my e-reader, and I hope he is just as generous with your stocking. Whether your favorites are romance, mystery, sci fi, fantasy, or something else, may you have plenty of it to enjoy on Christmas morning.

 

 

Kate Parker

 

www.KateParkerbooks.com

www.Facebook.com/Author.Kate.Parker/

 

 

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Title – Christmas Revels IV : Four Regency Novellas

Author – Hannah Meredith, Anna D. Allen, Kate Parker, Louisa Cornell

Genre – Historical Romance

Publisher – Singing Spring Press

 

Book Blurb —

The Revels Continue…

The Sergeant’s Christmas Bride – Sergeant Jacob Burrows just wants a place to bed down for the night. He never expects to be confronted by a lady with a gun. Elizabeth FitzWalter intends to drive the stranger off her land, until she realizes he meets her most pressing need.

 

Home for Christmas – When Charity Fletcher receives a mysterious bequest—a house by the sea—she hopes to rebuild her life. Lord Gilbert Narron leases a seaside house to hide from his memories of war. Charity’s refuge is Gil’s bolt-hole… but what both are seeking is a home for their hearts.

 

 

A Memorable Christmas Season –The last thing Lady Roekirk expects at her Christmas party is a dead traitor in her parlor… or the Crown’s Spymaster helping her hide the body. Thirty years earlier, she’d been forced to wed another and Lord Keyminster became a spy. After this long, does their love stand a chance?

 

A Perfectly Unforgettable Christmas – Every day, Lucien Rollinsby endures a memory of Christmas Eve. Not even his lovely new neighbor can make him forget that horrible night five years ago. Caroline McAlasdair remembers that Christmas Eve, too. But if Lucien recalls her presence there, it will destroy their only chance at happiness forever.

 

Buy Links –

Amazon – http://a.co/h2H98jd

 Apple iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/christmas-revels-iv-four-regency-novellas/id1289152547?mt=11

Barns and Nobles – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/christmas-revels-iv-hannah-meredith/1127145055?ean=2940154556139

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36302269-christmas-revels-iv

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/christmas-revels-iv-four-regency-novellas

 

Author Biography –

Kate Parker first discovered another world in her mother’s murder mysteries written by Christie, Sayers, and the other ladies. Now she loves to time travel, via books, to murder and mayhem in Mayfair ballrooms and country estates, English villages and trains pulled by steam engines. This love has propelled her to write her own stories set in Britain in the Regency, the 1890s, the 1900s, and the 1930s, and she’d like you to come along and visit the olden days.

 

See what stories Kate has out at www.KateParkerbooks.com  and www.Facebook.com/Author.Kate.Parker/

 

 

 

Never Say Never by Bestseller @RuthACasie Offers Sizzling #RomanticSuspense! #bookreview


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Title: Never Say Never from Snowbound in Havenport anthology

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

Pam Dawes has always done what was expected by her high-society parents and friends. Look where that got her. Husband number two is quickly becoming a bad memory. She’s through with men. Never again.

 

Mikhail Ivanovich Stephanov, doesn’t care what happens to himself—revenge for his family is all that matters.

 

When a freak storm brings down communications, Pam’s the only one who can help the mysterious Russian who washes up on her dock. Sparks reignite when they realize they’d met years ago. Mik’s more than willing to put his vendetta aside, until Pam becomes the target of the Russian thugs that have infiltrated Havenport’s coast. He’d die to keep her safe.

 

They’d both sworn to never love again. Will they learn to never say never?

 

My Review:

A huge snowstorm has hit Havenport and everyone is hunkering down. Pam is safe and sound in her house when her dock alarm wakes her up from a deep sleep. She gets bundled up and goes down to investigate. After many tries, she manages to maneuver the lost boat into her boathouse. She discovers a frozen, wet handsome man aboard. She brings him inside and offers him hot comfort food and warm clothes. There’s something dangerously familiar about her sexy Russian companion but she can’t place him.

 

Mik’s a man on a mission and he swore he would never love again, not after Natasha. But he feels his walls slipping away every time he loses himself in Pam’s gaze. Can he reveal his murderous past to her or is it too late for redemption? Two Russian adversaries hunt him down and put Pam’s life in jeopardy. Is history repeating itself or is it time to let love in?

 

I loved this romantic suspense by Ruth A. Casie. She has a special gift for amping up the suspense while making you swoon at the same time. In this story, she reveals two people swearing off love due to past hurts. But love doesn’t listen and instead whispers, “never say never.” Mystery, Russian spies, a blizzard all combine with sizzling chemistry in this romantic suspense. A must read and highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote:

“No. Never again. Her life was fine. She was fine. No longer would she assume the part of the victim. Heroine. That’s the role she wanted.”

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon/Kindle: http://a.co/4bsXgH7

iBookhttps://itunes.apple.com/us/book/snowbound-in-havenport/id1266141859?ls=1&mt=11

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/snowbound-in-havenport-nicole-s-patrick/1127238556?ean=2940158882678

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/snowbound-in-havenport

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of action-adventure time-travel historical romance about strong 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. Her short story, The Game’s AFoot finaled in the Aspen Gold contest. 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 romance.

 

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

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

Amazon: http://amzn.to/13GwuQ1

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/ruth-a-casie

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

Ruth’s Newsletter Signup: http://www.ruthacasie.com/contact.html#newsletter

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

A Chance at Christmas by @queenskeys Touched Me Deeply #historicalromance #romance #Regency


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Title: A Chance at Christmas

Author: Beppie Harrison

Genre: Historical Romance, Regency Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A Chance at Christmas tells the story of a Christmas that very nearly never happened for Catherine and her younger brother, struggling with poverty and the boy’s serious disabilities. But an invitation does come for a splendid Christmas at a friend’s great house, and Catherine dares to form a plan that might provide a future for her brother. What she never dreams about is a future for herself as well. Can romance come as a shocking Christmas surprise?

 

My Review:

Catherine and her younger brother, John, are forced to live in poverty and just when she thinks she’ll have to send her brother off to the poorhouse before she takes up a domestic/governess position, she receives an invitation from her wealthy friend, Katie. Katie invites them both to spend Christmas with her family. Catherine sees this not only as a rescue from the doldrums of their rooms but as a fortuitous opportunity to secure her brother’s future. What she never anticipated was romance.

 

Catherine soon meets Katie’s brother, Viscount de Montjoy, and while he’s the most handsome man she’s ever met, she knows it can’t go further than his harmless flirtation. She has to keep her head on straight and not get distracted from her plan.

 

But when she’s accidentally discovered in his warm embrace, her brother steps forward and demands Montjoy marries her. What started out as a lovely holiday has turned into a nightmare the ton will never forget. Montjoy can’t possibly marry her, can he? Or is Catherine doomed to live a life or poverty?

 

What a touching sweet holiday romance set in the Regency era. While there is a slow-burning romance between Catherine and Montjoy, the heart and soul of A Chance at Christmas is the love between Catherine and her brother. They love each other fiercely and take care of each other. Regency society is quite cruel when it comes to disabled people and Harrison shows the prejudice accurately. The growth and acceptance between John and Montjoy made all the strife worth it. I was upset when the story ended because I wanted to keep reading. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Catherine. I loved experiencing all that she goes through her eyes, from how society views her crippled brother to the delicious cuisine of a great house. Catherine has been given an opportunity of a lifetime and even though she thinks Katie’s brother is only flirting with her, she may be surprised when he reveals his true feelings.

 

My Rating: 5+ stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/A-Chance-at-Christmas-Beppie-Harrison-ebook/dp/B0763CQY29

 

Apple

https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-chance-at-christmas/id1291777994?ls=1&mt=11h

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36391280-a-chance-at-christmas

 

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Author Biography:

Beppie Harrison lives on Boston’s South Shore close to the ocean in a big white New Englandish house with her husband, a lawyer daughter, and an assortment of dogs and cats. They live a somewhat trans-Atlantic lifestyle. Her husband is an English architect, and they lived in London at the beginning of their marriage, only moving to the States when they had young children. Now the children are grown, they return to old friends and familiar places as frequently as they can. In many ways, England still feels like their second home.

 

 

 

For Beppie, the pull from across the Atlantic comes not only from the dales of Yorkshire and the buzz of London, but from Ireland. Did it start with its literature, its green beauty, or its wonderfully garrulous people? However it happened, both England and Ireland draw her now.

 

 

 

Her first fiction trilogy, the Heart Trilogy, is placed primarily in Ireland during the Regency period. The Grandest Christmas, a companion novella for the holiday season, is a warm and cozy read for Christmastime. Her upcoming quartet of novels is placed again in Regency times, but, as introduced by the novella The Dowager’s Season, introduces four cousins to the excitement and romance of London’s presentations and balls.

 

Social Media Links:

Learn more about Beppie Harrison and sign up for her newsletter at http://www.beppieharrison.com  or join her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/beppie.harrison, or Twitter @queenskeys or her group blog, Romancing Yesteryear, at https://www.romancingyesteryear.com

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Hell Bound and Hell Hounds by Bestseller @WestonAndrew is a Must-Read #DarkFantasy Series!


 

Title: Hell Bound – Hell Hounds

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:
Hell Bound

In hell, none of the condemned believes they deserve to be there. And that’s fine, so long as they’re not foolish enough to try and do anything about it. For those that do, there’s always Satan’s Reaper–and chief bounty hunter–Daemon Grim.

 

Feared throughout the many layers of the underverse, no one in their right mind dares to cross him.

 

However, when Grim discovers that someone has attempted to evade injustice, and seems hell-bent on gaining access to ancient angelic artifacts, proscribed since the time of the original rebellion in heaven, circumstances point to the fact they may be doing just that.

 

The question is…why?

 

Thus begins an investigation that leads Grim throughout the many contradictory and baffling levels of the underworld, where he unearths a conspiracy that is not only eating its way like a cancer through the highest echelons of Hellion society, but one which threatens the very stability of Satan’s rule.

 

How does Daemon Grim Respond?

 

Rest assured. It’ll be bloody, brutal, and despicably wicked.

 

 

Hell Hounds

Feared throughout the many circles of the underworld, Satan’s Reaper – and chief bounty hunter – Daemon Grim, is known as a true force to be reckoned with.

 

Having eliminated a major player in the uprising eating its way like a cancer through the underbelly of hell, Grim is stunned to discover he cannot afford to rest on his laurels, for the rebellion runs far deeper than was ever imagined. New players have emerged – denizens with uncanny abilities – who seem determined to support Chopin and Tesla’s revolutionary agenda.

 

Ever keen to test their mettle, the Sibitti – personified weapons of the ancient Babylonian plague god, Erra – also appear eager to capitalize on the growing unrest, and set about maneuvering events in order to place themselves in direct opposition to Grim’s investigation.

 

And if that was not cause for concern enough, there’s an insane angel on the loose, a creature as hell-bent on creating havoc as he is to return home.

 

How do Grim and his rabid pack of bounty hunters respond?

 

Baying for blood – doesn’t even begin to describe it.

 

Excerpts:

Hell Bound –

Across the street, a small crowd of mobsters had just exited an old style ale house, and Lady Gemini became much more alert. Hunkering down into a small depression created by the collapse of a major sewer tunnel, she removed a long cylindrical pipe from one of her elongated thigh-flaps, and rummaged around in her breast pocket with the other hand.

 

I watched her movements with professional curiosity.

 

She hasn’t taken her eyes off them once. Now that’s the kind of attitude I want to see.

 

The group comprised two boss types—one a Gomez Adams wannabe, the other a startlingly accurate representation of what you would get if you stuffed a bulldog inside human flesh; a statutory retinue of muscle-bound, knuckle-dragging, brain-dead hoods; and a hulking great lawyer dripping mucus and blood with every step. His steaming name badge gleamed dully in the twilight, and identified him as Othello.

 

Scanning their auras, I doubted the combined IQs of the thugs would challenge the slime Othello left in his wake, so they were obviously there to look mean, grunt in single syllables, and take a bullet for their masters.

 

Which is what they’ll probably be doing a few seconds from now . . .

 

I adjusted the sensitivity of my sweeps and glanced back and forth between the two parties. The Godfather wake was oblivious to the danger. Gemini merely studied them from her place of concealment, and slowly raised the tube to her lips.

 

 

So who’s the mark?

Gemini’s heartbeat never wavered. Nor was there any discernible peak of excitement. If anything, her esoteric presence diminished until it was next to nothing.

 

She’s the proverbial ice queen. Detached, focused, professional.

 

Without warning, the air shimmered and Gemini winked out of sight.

 

A chameleon mesh? This should get interes-

 

No sooner had she disappeared than the undulating mass of hearse flies orbiting her proximity swooped away, and descended en masse upon the unfortunate gangsters. In moments, they were twisting and turning and waving their arms so furiously it looked as if they had suddenly decided to engage in a hip-hop dance off.

 

Is she doing that?

 

Strangled curses turned the air blue as overzealous insects began to bite.

 

One voice cried out louder than the others.

 

“Ow!”

 

Othello slapped the side of his filthy reptilian neck. He coughed, staggered, and reached out to support himself on the nearest boss. Mr. Gomez obviously didn’t like being touched—especially by a lawyer—for he swatted Othello’s hand away as if his illustrious hellegally qualified acquaintance was infected by the plague. Seconds later, Othello’s knees gave way and he crashed to the floor, whereupon his essence started to fade almost immediately.

 

The rest of the entourage took one look at the dissipating mist and starburst away from the scene in terror, closely followed by an inquisitive cloud of hungry buzzing friends.

 

Oh, very clever. She made it look like a simple acci- Eh?

 

By the time I looked back, Gemini had already slithered down from the mound and was halfway toward Westmonster Causeway.

 

Unholy cow but she’s fast. I had never seen her run before. I wonder how long she can keep it up?

 

I never found out. Reaching the banks of the river, Gemini kept going—straight as a die—leaped the shattered balustrade and jumped straight into the filthy waters of the Tombs without creating so much as a splash.

 

Hell Hounds –

Deep beneath the streets of Olde London Town, the brick-lined galleries of the main sewers resounded with the echoes of pursuit. Water splished and filth sploshed in time to erratic footfalls, and every now and then, each resonating burst of frenzied activity was punctuated by an interlude of hacking sobs as the terrified victim tried to catch both his breath and his bearings.

 

The endless chain of low wattage emergency beacons dotted along the apex of the tunnels stretched off into the distance. But their wan light did little to dispel the midnight embrace leaching into every nook and cranny, and if anything, only served to define the darkness into tighter clusters.

 

Isabella Castile slowed her pace and judged her prey’s progress.

 

It had been like this for more than an hour, ever since her quarry had discovered his second wind, in fact, and a determination to fight against the seeming inevitability of his situation.

 

Why Isabella had chosen this particular denizen, she didn’t know. Maybe the color of his hair, the cut of his pinstripe suit, the way he turned his nose up at those around him. None of it mattered now, for once started, she would continue the hunt until she had added his name to a growing list of damned souls who found themselves, at her behest, in dread repose upon the Undertaker’s slab.

 

His haphazard course through the maze was a clear indicator of the Blue Suit’s panic, and the notion that he would leave his fate to happenchance only spurred Isabella to greater efforts. That, and the sour aftertaste lacing his pheromone-ridden trail.

 

Isabella reached the latest in a long line of junctions. Pausing just long enough to taste the ether, she quickly determined his new route and set off with a fresh spring in her step and a deepening ache in her throat.

 

Not long now, my sweet. Not long.

 

A cruel smile stole its way across her lips.

 

Plunk!

 

The betraying splash tolled like a death knell in the dark.

 

Halting her advance, Isabella hugged the shadows along the far wall, and sang: “Can you hear what I hear?”

 

Her tuneful query elicited nothing but silence.

 

Creeping forward, she peered around the lip of a side shaft, her fingers testing the air like spider legs on a web. “And can you see what I see?”

 

A knife appeared in her hand where nothing had existed before. Then it was gone, traversing the fifty-foot gap in the blink of an eye.

 

A grunt coughed out of the gloom. Then a stifled curse. Moments later, the filthy waters slopping about Isabella’s feet turned crimson.

 

She stepped out into the scant illumination offered by a meager cone of light from the ceiling and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.

 

“No, please. I’ll give you anything you want . . .” was all the Blue Suit managed to gasp before calamity fell upon him.

 

 

Buy Links:

Hell Bound –

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hell-bound-andrew-p-weston/1122937633?ean=2940156681334

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26809332-hell-bound

 

Hell Hounds –

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hell-hounds-andrew-p-weston/1127314562?ean=2940158740053

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36472614-hell-hounds

 

 

Andrew Weston

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives with a large amount of cats in a medium sized house on a small Greek island.

 

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international #1 bestselling and critically acclaimed IX Series, and has the privilege of contributing to the Heroes in Hell shared universe.

 

Social Media Links:
Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/andrewpaul.weston

 

 

#FREEBIE Alert: @AWarriorsUmbra by C. Dinsmore is a #ScienceFiction Debut Novel! #books #SFF


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Title: A Warrior’s Umbra

Author: Christopher Dinsmore

Genre: Science Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

“A Warrior’s Umbra” is told by Jester detailing his experience of going from a lost boy stranded in the tundra of a foreign planet to becoming the destined protector of the Histianites, a local tribe. In this adventure, Jester lives among the Histianites, concealing his unique abilities in accordance with his adoptive father’s wishes. During Jester’s time on the planet a Histianite nearly dies in front of the tribe. Unable to control himself, Jester reveals his abilities in an attempt to save the man. The revelation of Jester’s powers sends fear through the tribe. Under instruction from the tribe’s leader, Jester is sent to seek guidance from a legendary deity who is rumored to reside at the peak of Histian, the home mountain. Jester accepts this mission, unaware of a dark entity lurking just beyond the horizon.

 

Excerpt:

My brain started to fill with survival tactics, most of which consisted of using my senses, touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing. The voice informed me of the things I was capable of doing. The voice said I was able to absorb all information I came into contact with, down to a material’s molecular structure, and my senses had adaptations that would become useful. The voice began its run down on specific adaptations, but before it could finish the first one, the robotic voice interrupted.

 

“Estimated time until impact is currently thirty seconds.”

 

I had gotten lost in listening to the voice and didn’t realize how much time had passed by. I focused on the area around me, still too dark to see. I had no idea what I was supposed to do other than listen to the voice’s directions. The voice had told me that my only job at the moment was to stay calm, but that task became increasingly difficult with the temperature on the rise and a quiet hiss from outside.

 

The hiss I heard quickly grew into a roar making it hard to hear the voice when it delivered yet another message.

 

“Estimated impact velocity is 12,000 meters per second,” the voice said.

 

The voice’s message didn’t help my situation. I knew the measurement and the number, but my relative comparison for speed was non-existent. I was left guessing until the event actually happened.

 

“Initiating countdown sequence. Ten.”

 

I knew there were only nine more numbers before the count would strike zero and the impact would occur. In these last moments my vision began to work in a way that allowed me to see through the darkness.

 

The room appeared to my eyes in full color, and I was able to look at my body and the things around it. I assumed that this ocular ability was one of the adaptations the voice spoke of during its last talk. Most of the things I saw I had already identified, such as my hands, feet, torso, and the restraints holding them down.

 

The size of the room was also consistent with my prior estimation. The things I didn’t account for were the dark clothes tight against my body and the wires running from the chair into my arms and legs. There were ten wires that I could see. Each wire was black with a colored tag at the end nearest to my skin.

 

I jerked my head forward only slightly before feeling a quick tug in the opposite direction. Now I knew what had been keeping my head restrained. There was a thick cord, much larger than the wires in my limbs, running from behind the chair into the back of my head. My senses sharpened, and I started to feel the wide array of tiny wires running under my skin nearly surrounding my skull. I tried to determine their potential purpose, but before I could, the robot raised its volume.

 

“Five,” it said continuing its count.

 

The noise coming from outside was much louder, now blaring through the walls of the room. I prepared myself for what was about to happen, and when I did, a message shot through my head. I couldn’t tell where it had come from, but I heard it warn me of danger, then almost as if the warning had never happened, it was gone.

 

The world around me lit up just before it all happened for real.

 

The robot’s voice delivered its last message. “Brace for impact. Two. One.”

 

My eyes widened, breath sharpened, hands clenched, and body jerked as an incredible jolt of energy slammed into me. My mind flashed back to the clock inside my head. The clock had slowed down along with the world around me. I could think in real time, but everything else was moving along with the clock I held in my head.

 

After the initial shock I saw the metal wall in front of me tear away, revealing a bright light that filled the room. I became momentarily blinded before switching my vision back to normal. Once I could see again, I looked down toward my body. When I did, I felt the cord in the back of my head get ripped out, taking shreds of my skin with it. My eyes locked onto my arms, which were being launched from my seat with the rest of my body. The cushioned restraints snapped and the wires tore away, leaving deep cuts along my limbs. The world picked back up to its normal pace beyond my control, and I flew forward back into the darkness.

 

I felt lost again.

 

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Iridessian Haunts by Amy J Hamilton @WriteNaughty is a Must-Read! #Halloween #paranormal #SFF


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Title Iridessian Haunts

Author Amy J Hamilton

Genre Paranormal Sci-Fi

Publisher Radish Fiction

 

Book Blurb

Kanner, Nix and the team have been sent to a primitive planet ahead of the construction companies. Their remit is to ascertain the viability of peacefully living on Iridessia alongside the indigenous species.

Probes have already sent back favourable reports.

The probes had not met the locals.

Kanner and Nix must observe the creatures on the planet whilst dealing with dark forces their best scientists will have difficulty explaining.

 

 

Excerpt

“I suppose you want to go down those tunnels, don’t you?” Nix asked while Kanner nodded his head.

 

“You know the sensible thing is to get out?” Nix continued.

 

“Or,” Kanner began, “maybe the sensible thing is to walk down the tunnels and see if there’s some form of alien tech down there that could produce our ‘ghost’ for want of a better word.” Kanner’s voice trailed off to a mumble as he made mental lists of what to take and what they might encounter.

 

“What happened to ‘no inhabitants matching the intelligence of humankind’?” Nix asked.

 

“I feel I should say something like they were aiming really low when they sent us here.”  Kanner saw a scathing look on Nix’s face and backtracked.

 

“I’m joking. We’re scouting this planet with some of the best minds available.”

 

He was interrupted by Nix,

 

“I can’t see my breath.”

 

Kanner gave him a blank look.

 

“That’s what happens when there are ghosts,” Nix said, “it gets colder and you see your breath in front of you.”

 

“Or maybe there’s a crack somewhere in the rock and a cold draft is getting in from outside. Maybe the wind just dropped. From what we can tell it’s Iridessia’s autumn and it is most certainly getting colder at night.

 

As more minutes ticked past, Nix recovered.

 

“Let’s start on the left,” Kanner said. A brief “OK” was Nix’s only reply.

 

“Are you really OK with this? We can go back if you’re not sure.”

 

“No, let’s do it. I won’t hear the end of it back at base if I wimp out now.”

 

The left-hand tunnel was, as expected, pitch black. Kanner adjusted the light on his helmet to emit a wider beam into the tunnel.

 

“Mind, there’s an uneven step down. Nothing to see. It looks like an empty tunnel. The light isn’t penetrating very far. Watch, slippery patch,” Kanner announced as he took small steps forwards into the darkness.

 

“I’m at the end,” Kanner said unnecessarily as both men reached out to touch the cold, damp wall. Their contact produced a searing white light which filled the surrounding space. They yelled and tried to shield their eyes with their arms. Turning their backs on the walls they blindly made their way back along the dank, stone corridor. Their bodies bumped into each other in their haste to escape the intense light.

 

“Kanner, why is the tunnel longer on the way out?” Nix asked still shielding his eyes with his arm.

 

“I don’t know, but I was thinking the same thing. Maybe we’re almost…”

 

They spilt out of the tunnel and sprawled across the floor having been caught out by the natural step formation at the entrance. Darkness overcame them for a few moments as the pair groaned and complained. Kanner sat up with his knees bent and rested his arms on his legs.

 

“Nix, you OK?” he asked.

 

“Yeah,”

 

“We should leave,” Kanner began,

 

“About time,” Nix said pulling himself to his feet and reaching down to give Kanner a hand up. They turned their backs on the trio of tunnels and took a step towards the cavern between them and the tunnel to the outside world.

 

“Kanner,” Nix began,

 

“I know,” Kanner answered. They had no control as their bodies were manipulated to face the tunnels again. Both men let out a yell as they felt their bodies snatched into the air and flung into the middle tunnel. They approached the end wall at high speed and had no ability to slow themselves or shield their heads from the impending impact. Breath squeezed out of them as they stopped inches away from sudden death. They hung in mid-air incapable of speech or movement. The lights on their helmets and arms shone but had no effect on the surrounding darkness.

 

The lights went out.

 

Kanner tried to move his mouth to speak, but his jaw moved too slowly and no sound came out. He had no connection with anything. He couldn’t see or hear Nix and he couldn’t feel the tunnel on any side of him. The universe around him felt like it had been erased leaving him hanging in the absence of everything.

 

Kanner felt his head snap backwards and was dragged by the chest in an unknown direction. When he dropped unceremoniously onto the hard, damp floor, he realised he had been expelled from the second tunnel. He immediately looked around for Nix.

 

“Make. It. Stop,” Nix said through gritted teeth. He was fighting and losing the battle as his feet took him closer to the third tunnel.

 

Kanner tried to pull him back but again felt his body hoisted into the air. His ability to breathe disappeared. His body tried to panic, but even that function was removed. Kanner hurtled into the third tunnel and landed just behind Nix as he walked through the end wall. The lights from Kanner’s gear worked in the last tunnel. The wall at the end was some sort of transparent rock. Through it, he could see Nix surrounded by some of the more vicious creatures they had encountered on the planet. Kanner threw a hand into the wall but was stopped, bruised and scraped for his efforts. The animals closed in on Nix who appeared to be in a trance. Kanner was powerless to help. He slammed both palms on the wall he could still see through and pressed his forehead in-between them. He hoped with everything he possessed that Nix wasn’t really there and they were both unconscious somewhere rather than about to experience the fate he saw ahead of him. He closed his eyes in defeat.

 

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Amy J Hamilton is about 300 years old and was spawned on an alien planet. She exists mainly on coffee and chocolate, but mainly coffee.

She has been writing since she could hold a pencil in her left nostril. Amy’s books fall into various genres: Erotic/Sci-Fi: Lunar Medical series (Modified, Nate and Day), Sci-Fi Murder Mystery: Missing Remnants. Paranormal Sci-Fi: Iridessian Haunts.

 

Amy currently writes for Radish Fiction, the serialised fiction app, free to download for iOS and Android. The first three chapters are always free.

She has a husband, two teenagers, tropical fish, a tortoise, a degu and a bearded dragon who can fly and breathe fire (lie). In her spare time, she bakes things, sews things and play things on the piano.

 

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Rajveer the Vampire

 

Title Rajveer the Vampire

 

Author Barbara G.Tarn

 

Genre Historical Fantasy

 

Publisher Unicorn Productions

 

Book Blurb

A “sun clan” warrior can never become a true child of darkness.

 

Turned into a bloodsucker by an ancient Celtic vampire, Rajveer, a proud Rajput warrior of a Suryavanshi clan in 14th century India, becomes almost invulnerable.

 

Immortal, he loses his family to war and time and travels through northern India, seeing history unfold. Threatened by both human wars and evil vampires, can he remain true to his sworn vow not to take human lives?

 

A vampire’s journey through centuries.

 

In this new novel, Barbara G.Tarn combines her love for history (especially medieval) and fantasy. It’s the story of a vampire through the centuries that will appeal to both historical fiction readers and vampire lovers all over the world.

 

Excerpt

AD 1303, First Jahuar of Chittor

 

Rajveer summoned the servants, asking if they’d seen the lady.

 

“She’s gone with the queen,” an old maid said. “I saw her in the procession at dawn.”

 

“What?” Rajveer couldn’t believe his ears. “She’s doing the jahuar?”

 

The woman nodded, fearful. “I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen…”

 

Rajveer clenched his teeth. “Where are they?”

 

“The funeral pyre was lit within the great subterranean retreat.”

 

Rajveer could hear the men shouting a battle cry, ready to leave. He should go with them. But he must stop Charumati first.

 

He ran to the palace and tried to break into the underground chambers that were impervious to the light of day.

 

He hated the Suryavanshi traditions. The self-immolation of widows, or sati, like his mother and sister had done. And the mass suicide when there was no way out, like today. Women first, burned by the fire of the jahuar. Men next, fighting until death took them – and if they happened to survive the battle, they’d have to kill themselves.

 

Except he couldn’t kill himself. And he couldn’t understand why Charumati had gone with the queen. She was immortal, not invulnerable! If she fell asleep, she’d be burned to ashes! Why had she chosen death anyway? Had she faked love for him while she estranged herself from him even more until she preferred death to staying by his side?

 

“Charumati!” he called.

 

He took down the door and smoke filled his nostrils. The flames licked at his skin, making him jump backward. The women were eerily silent in the crackling of the fire.

 

“Charumati!”

 

“It’s too late!” Kaylyn grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards with unexpected strength before he entered the furnace. “Move away, Rajveer, she chose suicide!”

 

“But why?” Tears filled his eyes as he tried vainly to see his beloved through the flames.

 

“Because that was her choice.”

 

“You knew! Why didn’t you stop her?”

 

“It’s called free will, Rajveer. We talked about it for nights. She had to try what you went through – but then she couldn’t take it.”

 

“You should have stopped her! You should have told me! You…”

 

“You want to avenge her or not? The battle has begun,” Kaylyn replied sharply.

 

With a growl of anger, Rajveer freed his arm. With a last glance at the burning cavern, he ran back to his rooms to get his weapons and rushed out of the fortress, moving so fast that when the two armies met he was in the front line in spite of having passed the lintel-and-corbel Ram Pol gate last.

 

He’d literally flown down the serpentine way of the west main entrance, passing through all the gates, almost jumping over his fellow warriors. Ram Pol, Lakshman Pol, Jorla Pol, Ganesh Pol, Hanuman Pol, Bhairon Pol and finally Padal Pol, two centuries old with its lower part laid with large hewn stones, toughly coursed, and its parapet of false merlons.

 

With a war cry he attacked the Muslim soldiers, hungry for blood, literally biting off limbs or sucking lives while his sword danced around him, bringing death to anyone unlucky enough to be near him.

 

He weakened when the sun was at the zenith and slowed his slaughter, again dizzy with too much blood. He retreated to the shadow of the fortress’s walls and looked around. The saffron robes were lying in front of him, only a few remaining, quickly taken down by the sultan’s men.

 

“Time to retreat and save what’s left of your family.” Bran appeared near him with his blond hair shining in the light. He looked less pale than usual, and the blood pouring from the side of his mouth meant he must have drunk his fill too. Kaylyn also joined them, her bloody dagger in hand.

 

Rajveer raised his sword and glared at both. “Stay away from me,” he threatened.

 

 

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Author Biography

Barbara G.Tarn had an intense life in the Middle Ages that stuck to her through the centuries. She prefers swords to guns, long gowns to mini-skirts, and even though she buried the warrior woman, she deplores the death of knights in shining chainmail. She likes to think her condo apartment is a medieval castle, unfortunately lacking a dungeon to throw noisy neighbors and naughty colleagues in. Also known as the Lady with the Unicorns, these days she prefers to add a touch of fantasy to all her stories, past and present – when she’s not wandering on her fantasy world of Silvery Earth or in her Star Minds futuristic universe.

 

She’s a writer, sometimes artist, mostly a world-creator and story-teller. Two of her stories received an Honorable Mention at the Writers of the Future contest. She writes, draws, ignores her day job and blogs at: http://creativebarbwire.wordpress.com.

 

 

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Title Charioteer of Buddha

 

Author Barbara G.Tarn

 

Genre historical fantasy

 

Publisher Unicorn Productions

 

Book Blurb

While Europe sets out on the second and third crusades against the heathens that threaten the Holy Land, in India demonic vampires are on the loose.

 

Chandaka went to Nalanda to become a bodhisattva, but unlike Gautama Buddha, he couldn’t resist the temptation offered by a daughter of Mara… or maybe something much worse.

 

Daya is the daughter of the merchant who built the Kirti Stambh at Chittor and her only “fault” is being Jain – a religion that Merciless Menka utterly despises.

 

Chandaka and Daya become unwilling members of Menka’s coven, forced to feed on blood and live through centuries of unrest during the Muslim invasions.

 

A novella of vampires through the centuries that will appeal to both historical fiction readers and vampire lovers all over the world.

 

 

Excerpt  

Chittorgarh, AD 1199

 

Daya knelt by the domestic shrine in the light of a few candles. She whispered the Namaskara Sutra, praising the five great beings of Jainism like she had done at dawn, then inhaled the scent of the perfumed candles one last time.

 

She opened her eyes, staring at the sweet face of the Goddess Ambika smiling back at her.

 

Daya recited the pratikramana for the repentance for harm done during the day and bowed at the image.

 

She rose and blew out all the candles except one, leaving the small shrine in the semi-darkness of the room. She took her oil lamp and pulled up her veil, heading for her bedroom.

 

Akalank’s moan startled her. He seemed to be sick. Wasn’t he already asleep?

 

With her heart thundering in her chest, Daya hurried to the bedroom, but froze on the doorstep.

 

Akalank lay on the floor, his eyes wide open, with someone bent over his exposed neck.

 

Daya dropped the oil lamp when she saw the rivulet of blood on her husband’s neck. She gasped and hid her mouth behind her hands as the lamp fizzled and died out.

 

Red eyes stared at her in the darkness of the room. White fangs smirked at her. Something passed like a gush of wind next to her, sending shivers down her spine.

 

Frozen in terror, she heard a faraway cackle. And then there was silence. The house was deadly quiet.

 

Panting, Daya went to look for another lamp and rushed to her husband’s side. His skin was already losing his warmth and his eyes didn’t see her. Daya almost choked on the first sob. Someone had killed her peaceful, gentle husband!

 

She jumped to her feet and ran to her father’s house, banging on his door and sobbing uncontrollably.

 

“Daya!” Jija held her until she calmed down and told him about Akalank.

 

Jija grabbed an old sword and called for all the men of the house. Violence was not allowed, except in self-defense. Something, someone, had killed Daya’s husband and might hurt more people. They went back to Daya’s house in a group, with torches and lamps burning in the night.

 

Things hadn’t changed in Daya’s bedroom. Akalank lay dead, with blood running down his neck. Jija noticed punctures of fangs near the jugular vein.

 

“Looks like he was attacked by some strange wild beast,” Jija muttered. “Our Hindu friends would probably say it was a rakshasa.”

 

Rakshasa were supposedly fierce-looking and enormous creatures with two fangs protruding down from the top of the mouth as well as sharp, claw-like fingernails.

 

“Or manushya-rakshasi,” Daya whispered, eyes wide. She hadn’t seen very well, but the form leaning over Akalank had looked more like a woman, with the flaming red eyes and the magical powers of illusion of the male equivalent. Her religion didn’t have names for that sort of being, therefore she had to borrow the name from the Hindus.

 

“Come and sleep at my house,” Jija decided. “It is safer. I don’t want you to be alone tonight. Tomorrow morning we’ll try to figure out what happened.”

 

Still trembling, Daya let her father lead her back to the house where she was born. She couldn’t believe a female demon had stolen the life of her sweet husband. All sentient beings did harm simply by existing. The karma they generated was the root of all suffering. The evil and violence inherent to existence proved the absence of a creator god. Or demons.

 

 

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Title Norman Blood

 

Author Barbara G.Tarn

 

Genre Historical Fantasy

 

Publisher Unicorn Productions

 

Book Blurb

Nineteen-year-old Robert Malet followed William the Bastard to England to claim the English throne. The battle near the small town of Hastings is the beginning of the Norman conquest of England, but also of Robert’s second life.

 

A vampire in 12th century Europe traveling, fighting and meeting his siblings in darkness, changing names through the years when his mortal life is gone.

 

Follow Robert Malet, Brother Geoffrey, Robert Capuchon and Mercadier through the years. History and fantasy based on medieval chronicles for a Vampires Through the Centuries novella.

 

Excerpt  

SUFFOLK, ENGLAND – AD 1071

 

Robert strolled on the battlements of the stone castle his father had built at Eye under the stars. William Malet had been granted the Honour of Eye and had held the town since that fateful battle that had marked the start of Robert’s second life. High Sheriff of Yorkshire until AD1069 and then High Sheriff of Norfolk and Suffolk, the old man had done his best to fight off the Danes, and then he had perished in the struggles in the Fenlands against Hereward the Exile.

 

Robert was now High Sheriff of Norfolk and Suffolk, and he had inherited the Honour of Eye. He had a mortal wife, Elisee de Brionne, who had given him children and seemed spellbound by him. He was awake in the early mornings and evenings, although he never went out of the castle walls – or his tent if he was on the road – during daytime.

 

This had struck people as odd, but his father had always backed him by saying he’d been wounded at Hastings. Besides, when the smell of blood reached his nostrils, he awoke even during the day and joined battles like a berserk.

 

He’d asked Solveig if that was how it worked now, but she had no answer. Apparently the second life was different for everyone. After five years of feeding on blood, taking all the possible night shifts and going to battle only when close enough to be awakened by the smell, he seemed to have settled in a normal routine as lord, husband and father. Soldiers and servants obeyed him like they had his father, and he drank human blood only on battlefields.

 

His father-in-darkness had left him before the coronation of William of Normandy, now known as William the Conqueror, who had been crowned at Westminster at Christmas 1066.

 

“Is Bran a seer?” he’d asked Solveig the night of the coronation. “Or has he seen it in some magic cauldron of the druids?”

 

Solveig had chuckled, shaking her head. “He is sixteen centuries old, don’t you think he knows men by now?”

 

“Sixteen… centuries? How is that possible?”

 

“The ancients had more magic than we do. Didn’t he welcome you to life eternal? That’s what he meant.”

 

“No aging, no natural death… Immortality.”

 

“Through the centuries, yes. Can you take it?”

 

“I guess… So where is Bran now?”

 

The druid had left to look for the mysterious Ingolf who of course had vanished after the battle near Hastings. Solveig had shrugged. Either she didn’t know or she didn’t care. Neither had shown up since.

 

Solveig was still around, but she seemed restless. Robert was grateful that she hadn’t taken the side of the Danes trying to take lands from the Normans. He couldn’t really blame her if she decided to side with Sweyn Estrithson, King of Denmark, but she had remained neutral throughout the struggles in the Fenlands that had claimed his mortal father’s life.

 

Right now he was wondering where she was. She slept even less than him and went out hunting on her own. He hoped she wouldn’t feed on any of his people, since he was stupidly attached to those mortals who surrounded him.

 

The enemy’s blood tasted better than animal blood, but he had learned to control his hunger. He wasn’t going to hurt his friends or his serfs or his mortal family! He had stopped eating normal food and had to pretend every time he sat at a table, feeding the hounds that sometimes ended up feeding him.

 

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Title Kaylyn the Sister-in-Darkness

 

Author Barbara G.Tarn

 

Genre Historical Fantasy

 

Publisher Unicorn Productions

 

Book Blurb

Ten years after the return of the crusader, his people know he’s evil and try to get rid of him and his wife. Kaylyn escapes the fire of Baldwin’s manor with Bran’s help and leaves Lincolnshire for good.

 

A long journey through 12th century Europe allows her to meet other fledglings of her mysterious maker, Bran the Raven. Then it’s Muslim Spain and up to Damascus, where everything started for Baldwin.

 

A travel journal through the centuries across Europe, North Africa, Asia on the Silk Road, to the court of Kublai Khan and then India for the making of her brother-in-darkness, Rajveer… And it’s only half of Kaylyn’s story.

 

History and fantasy mix in this standalone book of Vampires Through the Centuries that will appeal to both historical fiction readers and vampire lovers all over the world.

 

Excerpt  

London, AD 1160

 

They headed for the walls and gates of London. Soon they joined the great multitude of soldiers and travelers entering the city or going out of it. Apparently, the gates had traffic at any hour of the day or the night.

 

All the bishops, abbots and magnates of England were in a sense citizens and freemen of London, therefore they had their own splendid town-houses, where they lived minding their own private businesses or waiting to be summoned to the great councils of the king.

 

Kaylyn smelled the healthy air and admired the churches and the fortifications. The secular Norman stone architecture built town-houses in the Romanesque style, but they were only for the wealthy. Most town-houses were timber even in London, much like she had seen in Lincoln.

 

Bran went to knock on what looked like a rich merchant’s house, with a shop on the ground floor and living quarters upstairs. The servants probably slept in the attic and the house was made of stone, but surrounded by wattle-and-daub lower houses.

 

The sun was rising and Kaylyn felt uneasy. Whoever lived in the house was obviously still asleep…

 

And then the main door opened and a tall, pale young man frowned at them only to smile a wolfish smile and give Bran a bear hug as soon as he recognized him. Kaylyn waited with her heart beating faster. Another child of darkness. She could feel it.

 

“Bran! When did you come back to England?”

 

“A few years ago, but I was busy,” Bran answered, freeing himself from the young man’s embrace.

 

The man chuckled and moved aside to let them in the house. Kaylyn noticed his strange haircut, with the back and sides shaven. It looked out of fashion and she wondered if he hid it under a hood when he went out.

 

He was clean-shaven and dressed in the current Norman fashion, but the haircut… The bald back looked funny – the pale scalp under the chestnut brown hair like a featureless face. He looked young but at the same time wise. She wondered how old he’d been when he’d been turned.

 

“Come upstairs,” he said quickly. “Soon the servants will be up and milling around.”

 

He led them to the upper floor and his chamber, partitioned with wood like Kaylyn’s room had been. He closed the door and motioned them to take seats wherever they could.

 

There was a settle under an arched window that could be used as a bench, a stool near the small table and the bed. The host sat at the foot of the bed, watching them with curiosity. Kaylyn took the stool since she could move it away from the window, and Bran went to sit near him.

 

“You look good, Robert. How did you manage to stay in England for so long?”

 

“I came and went.” Robert winked. “Is that another sister-in-darkness?” His chin pointed to Kaylyn.

 

“I’m Katheryne, wife of Baldwin de Gand,” she said.

 

“Related to Gilbert de Gand, Earl of Lincolnshire?” Robert asked.

 

“His brother,” Kaylyn confirmed.

 

“I see. Pleased to meet you, my lady. I’m Robert Malet, son of William Malet, King William’s great chamberlain. I come from Gravelle-Ste-Honorine in Normandy. I did have eight manors in Lincolnshire when the Domesday Book was compiled, but… I couldn’t really keep them.”

 

Robert shrugged and Bran smiled. Kaylyn did a rapid year count.

 

“So you came to England with William the Conqueror?” she asked. That explained the haircut. She wondered if Robert had any resemblance to the Conqueror and it certainly helped her to imagine the first Norman king of England.

 

 

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Title Indestructible

 

Author Barbara G.Tarn

 

Genre Historical Fantasy

 

Publisher Unicorn Productions

 

Book Blurb

From Indra’s eye or Brahma’s sacrifice, legends on the Chauhans origins abound. Akshay belong to this new class of kshatriya (warriors) and since the sun is denied to him in his second life, he fully embraces the fire legend that makes his people Agnivanshi, descendants of the Fire god, Agni. Turned by Menka on the shores of the salted Sambhar Lake in AD 967, he will soon make his way through the ranks of Menka’s coven. A fiery Rajput warrior through the centuries.

 

Excerpt

JAISALMER – AD 1267

 

Jaisalmer fort wasn’t really asleep under the moon. The yellow sandstone fort was still alight with candles and lamps as a fair set up by desert-dwellers flooded the enclosure with snake charmers, puppeteers and acrobats, sending the colony of bats that slept in the arch of the gate during the day far off to avoid the noise.

 

The massive walls enclosed palaces, houses and temples, and the main gates were open since festive mortals crowded the streets, making life slightly harder even for Menka’s children. Too many people made hunting more difficult, since it was easier to get caught by an angry mob.

 

Vidya had convinced Akshay to go hunting outside the fort. Neither had particularly enjoyed camel’s blood, but at least they’d had some time alone to talk. And it was quiet. The drums and music and cheerful people were left behind.

 

“When are you going to take down Kriti?” she demanded, straightening her back after feeding. She licked her lips as her fangs retracted but her eyes still burned red.

 

“I will do it when I’m ready!” he retorted. He wasn’t in the mood for discussing his rival.

 

“How old are you, Akshay? How long have you been like this? How long have you suffered under that prick? You deserve better, Akshay! You’re kshatriya, you should confront your enemy with a sword in your hand!”

 

“I haven’t touched a sword since I was turned,” he grumbled. “I don’t need swords anymore!”

 

But she had a point. If he put his mind to it and calculated the years passed, he must be more or less three centuries old. He was strong and powerful and sick of Kriti’s ways. Yes, Kriti was even older – maybe five hundred? – but he was certain he had Menka’s approval.

 

“Then prove you’re a man,” Vidya challenged.

 

He scowled at her, but she wasn’t intimidated. Her face softened.

 

“I want to be proud of you,” she purred. “Even prouder than I already am. I want to be your woman.”

 

He scoffed. If he got rid of Kriti, he wasn’t going to take her as a mate. Menka was a thousand times better.

 

“Let’s get back to the fort,” he said, looking at the moon. It was still early, and the desert felt too empty for his tastes.

 

They climbed the sandstone walls like spiders and jumped down into the closest street. It was far enough from any gate to be quiet and dark. Soon everybody was back in the windowless basement of a palace, and Kriti smirked at Akshay.

 

“How was your romantic walk in the desert?” he asked. “Careful you don’t have another Chandramuki on your hands…”

 

That did it. Akshay saw red. He roared as his fangs sprang out again and attacked Kriti without hesitation. He had just drunk warm blood. He was strong and determined. And he could feel Menka by his side, even though she didn’t move from the cushion where she was curled up.

 

“I will take your place, you son of a bitch,” he hissed, slamming Kriti against the wall. He kept him there, with his feet dangling, squeezing his neck with one hand.

 

Kriti kicked him and they rolled on the raw earth, fighting with fangs and claws, biting and tearing each other apart. Akshay pulled away to catch his breath and glared at Kriti who scowled back. Both were bloodied, but the wounds would vanish during the day, as they slept.

 

“Come on, Akshay, finish him!” Menka said.

 

 

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Shashank

 

Title Shashank the Fledgling

 

Author Barbara G.Tarn

 

Genre Historical Fantasy

 

Publisher Unicorn Productions

 

Book Blurb

Shashank starts a second life under the moon when Tamerlane’s sack of the cities of Delhi begins. A twenty-year-old Hindu refugee fleeing Sikandar, ruler of Kashmir, he had learned to love his city of adoption. But after the Tartars’ invasion, there are only ruins left.

 

Shanshank survives only because of a newcomer, Rajveer, who turns out to be a bloodsucker who gives him his second life to save him from the slaughter. At the same time they both meet a coven of local bloodsuckers led by mighty Menka who forces them to join.

 

As Rajveer’s fledgling, Shashank must obey the she-devil who has found them. The son of a weapon dealer moves across northern India, through the rise and fall of the Delhi Sultanate, the Mughal and the Maratha Empires and the British Raj.

 

History and fantasy mix in this standalone book of Vampires Through the Centuries that will appeal to both historical fiction readers and vampire lovers all over the world.

 

Bonus story: Sir George’s Journal

 

The abridged version of the journal of the short-lived European son of Menka during his brief life in 19th century India and Nepal, from East India Company civil servant to a life under the moon.

 

Excerpt  

Agra, AD 1510

 

Shashank was almost giddy at the sudden freedom. He had learned to tolerate the smell of the coven, but being away from them was like a breath of fresh air. No decay around them and no need to kill to survive. Shashank hoped it would be a new beginning for him and his maker.

 

Except the second night Menka and Akshay fell upon them with the rest of the coven.

 

“Where are you going, Rajveer?” Menka’s eyes were shining red with murderous intent.

 

“I thought you had enough of me, Menka,” he answered, undaunted. “You’ve made Abhijeet. Your faithful Akshay is still by your side. What do you want with me?”

 

“I haven’t uncovered the mystery of your origin, and can’t figure out how you made Shashank,” she replied coldly. “Therefore you shall stay with us for the time being. Unless you take me to your maker.”

 

“I have no idea where he is,” he answered honestly. “And I made Shashank by allowing him to drink my blood – much like I was made.”

 

“I have tasted your blood, it’s nothing special,” she snapped. “Mortals’ blood is more tasty. But yours does shield you and make you different.”

 

“I’m sorry to be such a sore spot in your perfect family.” The irony in his voice wasn’t lost on anyone, and Akshay growled threateningly.

 

Menka made an impatient gesture. “You will stay with us for now. And don’t ever try to run away again. I can find you even at the edge of the world!”

 

“What if I don’t want to stay with you?”

 

“Your fledgling will suffer.”

 

Shashank shivered. “You can kill me anytime,” he told his maker. “Don’t let her torture me.”

 

“I won’t.”

 

Rajveer was the only one still wearing a sword. Akshay often teased him for his attachment to a mortal’s weapon.

 

He unsheathed it, but before he could give Shashank a mortal blow, Menka was on him. Shashank screamed as Rajveer collapsed on the ground. He could feel Rajveer’s heart thundering in his ears, fast at first, then slower, much slower, until it picked up again.

 

The coven dragged them to a new shelter and Rajveer was feverish for two days under Shashank’s worried eyes. Finally his body expelled Menka’s poison and he opened his honey-colored eyes to stare at Shashank’s worried face.

 

“Where are we?” he asked weakly.

 

“Agra, but not on our own,” Shashank answered gloomily. “You need to feed. Let me bring in the goats I got for you.”

 

Rajveer nodded wearily and closed his eyes again. Shashank brought in two goats, and held the first still while Rajveer fed, recovering enough strength to drink the second’s blood without help.

 

Shashank knew it was a surrender. They’d never get rid of Menka and her people. Although the mighty queen of darkness told Rajveer he could use the Jain woman, Daya, as long as he didn’t try to leave again.

 

Shashank had always felt sorry for the Jain woman forced to live on blood for the past three centuries and wasn’t surprised when Rajveer decided to protect her. It wasn’t love between them, and Shashank saw her as a sister, even though she smelled different from him and Rajveer.

 

They should try to make the best of the situation for the time being. The city was full of glare, heat and dust most of the year, so he and Rajveer had to stay in during the day, which still gave them time to talk away from the coven’s ears.

 

 

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The price of 4.99$ or 299INR is valid only until release and a week afterward so pre-order it at the lower price.

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Muffy and Valor by @karlbeckstrand Teaches Compassion and Love! #FREE #bookreview #dogs


Muffy and Valor

 

Title: Muffy and Valor

Author: Karl Beckstrand (Author), Brandon Rodriguez (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Books, Dogs, Non-Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

Muffy is a little dog who loves people; but after a painful injury she is wary of other dogs. Valor is a lost German shepherd who gets hit by a car. When Muffy’s family brings Valor home to recover, no one is sure what Muff will do.

 

This tender picture book teaches compassion, friendship, trust, and courage (kids ages 4 – 7 including any with a fear of dogs). Includes finding activity (count the different dogs).

 

700 English words in dyslexic-friendly font by award-winning children’s author Karl Beckstrand (Mini-mysteries for Minors [multicultural/bilingual series]), illustrated by Brandon Rodriguez, 28-page, 8.5”x8.5” hard cover, soft cover, or ebook picture book with Hispanic family, minority child, big dogs, and online extras for dog lovers (worldwide rights © Sept. 2017 Premio Publishing) PremioBooks.com, Baker & Taylor/Follett, Brodart, Ingram, Amazon/Kindle, Barnes & Noble/Nook, EBSCO, Overdrive, iTunes, Kobo, and select retailers. JNF003060, JNF053060, JNF053050, JNF003170, JNF018030, JNF053220, JNF024070, LCCN: 2017939481, eISBN: 978-1370601592, Hard ISBN: 978-0985398842, Soft ISBN: 978-1479315574

 

My Review:

Compassion, even in dogs, mends all hurts.

 

Muffy is a little white dog who loves Carlos very much but she doesn’t like other dogs. Why? A big dog bit her once and she had to have stitches. She barks loudly at other dogs and refuses to befriend any other dogs.

 

Valor is a big dog who lives on the other side of town. One day he went for a walk without his owner, Bill. He got lost and while trying to cross a busy street, a car hit him. Carlos, Muffy’s owner, spots Valor hurt and run home to get his mum. Together, they take Valor to the vet to get stitched up and bring him home. Will Muffy befriend a dog that’s hurt like she was once, or will she continue to hate all big dogs?

 

A delightful, touching story about helping others, compassion and the unconditional love of pets. Beautifully illustrated and a good message: another 5-star gem from Karl Beckstrand!

 

Based on two real-life dogs and a little boy (the author).

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Get this adorable children’s book FREE (October 24 – 26, 2017) on Amazon!

 

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Muffy-Valor-Story-Karl-Beckstrand-ebook/dp/B073T1BH16/

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Muffy-Valor-Story-Karl-Beckstrand-ebook/dp/B073T1BH16/

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Muffy-Valor-Story-Karl-Beckstrand-ebook/dp/B073T1BH16/

 

Barnes and Noble Paperback https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/muffy-valor-karl-beckstrand/1126486830?ean=9781479315574

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35279709-muffy-valor?from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

Karl Beckstrand is the award-winning and bestselling author of 18 multicultural titles and more than 50 e-books (reviews by Kirkus, The Horn Book blog, School Library Journal, ForeWord Reviews). Beckstrand earned a B.A. in journalism from BYU, an M.A. in international relations from APU, and a certificate from Film A. Academy. He used to be a technical recruiter in Silicon Valley. Two publishers produced his early picture books (the first died the day they were to print his book!). Since 2004 he has guided Premio Publishing & Gozo Books. An engaging speaker and workshop facilitator, Beckstrand has experience in high tech, public policy, film, and broadcasting. He teaches media at a state college—including TV/radio scripts and Web content—and contrasts traditional publishing with digital book publishing. His Y.A. fiction, short stories, kids’ e-book mysteries, nonfiction/biographies, Spanish & bilingual books (with ESL/ELL pronunciation guides), and wordless books feature characters of color and usually end with a twist. He has lived abroad, been a Spanish/English interpreter, and he enjoys volleyball and kayaking (usually not at the same time). Beckstrand has presented for SUECON (education conference), Taiwan’s Global Leadership for Youth, California’s Capital Book Festival, Utah Educational Library Media Association, Called to Learn conference, Salt Lake City Book Festival, PCI Webinars, Utah Humanities Council, Profnet, Murray City Writer’s Workshop, Utah Housing Coalition, LUW, Midvale City Reading Program, Utah Office of Education, professional groups, and schools. His racially diverse work has appeared in: Amazon, Baker & Taylor, Barnes & Noble, Border’s Books, Brodart, Costco, Deseret Book, The Children’s Miracle Network, The Congressional Record of the U.S. House of Representatives, Papercrafts Magazine, LDS Film Festival, EBSCO, Follett, iBooks, Kobo, SCRIBD, various broadcasts

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://KarlBeckstrand.com

Publisher http://PremioPublishing.com

Website http://ChildrenEarn.com

Blog https://karlbeckstrandblog.wordpress.com/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1860785.Karl_Beckstrand

Youtube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCS_WqfTukm1Xj7xMijSX4fQ

Facebook Author Page https://www.facebook.com/KarlBeckstrand.AuthorSpeaker/

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Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=karl+beckstrand

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LinkedIn http://www.linkedin.com/in/karlbeckstrand

Twitter https://twitter.com/karlbeckstrand

Twitter Publisher https://twitter.com/PremioBooks

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Curva Peligrosa by @lilyionamac is a Lyrical Sexy Read! #bookreview #literaryfiction #books


Curva Peligrosa

 

Title: Curva Peligrosa

Author: Lily Iona MacKenzie

Genre: Literary Fiction, Women’s Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

When Curva Peligrosa arrives in Weed, Alberta, after a twenty-year trek on the Old North Trail from southern Mexico, she stops its residents in their tracks. With a parrot on each shoulder, a glittering gold tooth, and a wicked trigger finger, she is unlike anything they have ever seen before. Curva is ready to settle down, but are the inhabitants of Weed ready for her? Possessed of an insatiable appetite for life and love, Curva’s infectious energy galvanizes the townspeople, turning their staid world upside down with her exotic elixirs and unbridled ways. Toss in an unscrupulous americano developer and a one-eyed Blackfoot chief, stir them all together in the tumult of a tempestuous tornado, and the town of Weed will never be the same again. A lyrical account of one woman’s journey and the unexpected effects it has on the people around her, Curva Peligrosa pulses with the magic at the heart and soul of life.

 

My Review:

Curva Peligrosa is a magical free-spirit who embraces life to the fullest. She’s traveled the Old North Trail for the past twenty years and when she arrives in Weed, Alberta, the townsfolk are wary at first. All she wants to do is settle down but with gold teeth, sexy curves Mae West would be envious of and a wicked trigger finger, she makes an imposing impression. Yet people are drawn to her (as was I while reading), and the magic that seems to follow her. But when slick oilman Shirley tries to buy all the land rights of the townfolk (there’s oil aplenty supposedly), Curva stands up to him with the help of the same people who once called her an outsider. Will Weed, Alberta ever be the same after Curva Peligrosa?

 

I loved Fling! and when I heard that MacKenzie had a new release, I was ecstatic! Curva Peligrosa is filled with quirky characters, lyrical narration and a strong message of embracing all that life has to offer. Blending history with the present, MacKenzie weaves an addictive tale. I loved the supernatural parts (who wouldn’t love to make flowers bloom wherever she goes?) and while it’s steeped in fantasy, it’s believable and thus the reader can suspend their belief. The main conflict between the oilman and the small town is a familiar one in Alberta and MacKenzie sheds new light on this political issue.

 

Free your inhibitions and pick up this book today. You’ll fall in love with the effervescent Curva Peligrosa, just like I did!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Curva. I loved everything about her and soaked up her essence. We all have a little Curva buried deep in us. We just need to unleash her.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Publisher https://regalhousepublishing.com/product/curva-peligrosa

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Curva-Peligrosa-Lily-Iona-MacKenzie-ebook/dp/B0738XWYPM

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Curva-Peligrosa-Lily-Iona-MacKenzie-ebook/dp/B0738XWYPM

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Curva-Peligrosa-Lily-Iona-MacKenzie-ebook/dp/B0738XWYPM

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/curva-peligrosa-lily-mackenzie/1126643085?ean=9780998839806

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35111668-curva-peligrosa

 

Author Biography:

I’m devoted to following the intricacies of language and where it takes me. I’m ardent about words and what they evoke in our minds and imaginations, the worlds they create. And I’m constantly learning, a student of the writer’s craft, eager to open myself each day to the endless possibilities this calling presents. No wonder I love to write!

Writing requires exertion, the ability not to give in when we’ve received yet another rejection. Some people call this perseverance. But is that what it takes to keep writing in the face of adversity, rejection, and lack of recognition? The word sounds so duty bound, so driven. To me, a better word is discipline because at the root is disciple, though there are many lovely variations on this word that I actually prefer: student, follower, learner, devotee.

About me? A Canadian by birth, a high school dropout, and a mother at 17, in my early years, I supported myself as a stock girl in the Hudson’s Bay Company, as a long-distance operator for the former Alberta Government Telephones, and as a secretary (Bechtel Corp sponsored me into the States). I also was a cocktail waitress at the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco, briefly broke into the male-dominated world of the docks as a longshoreman (I was the first woman to work on the SF docks and almost got my legs broken), founded and managed a homeless shelter in Marin County, and eventually earned two Master’s degrees (one in Creative writing and one in the Humanities).

I have published reviews, interviews, short fiction, poetry, travel pieces, essays, and memoir in over 155 American and Canadian venues. My novel Fling! was published in July 2015 by Pen-L Publishing. Curva Peligrosa, another novel, will be published in September 2017. A third novel, Freefall: A Divine Comedy will be released in 2018. My poetry collection All This was published in 2011. I also taught writing at the University of San Francisco and was vice-president of USF’s part-time faculty union. When I’m not writing, I paint and travel widely with my husband. I also blog at https://lilyionamackenzie.wordpress.com .

 

Social Media Links:

Website/Blog http://lilyionamackenzie.wordpress.com/

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

Twitter @lilyionamac

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Finding the Time to Write by @KWilkinsauthor #NaNoWriMo #writingtips #TuesdayBookBlog


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Finding the Time To Write…

by Author Kelli A. Wilkins

www.KelliWilkins.com

 

Hi everyone,

 

My name is Kelli Wilkins and I’m an eclectic writer. That means I write everything—short horror fiction, steamy full-length romance novels, science fiction, and even non-fiction. People are always asking me, “How can you write in so many different genres and styles?”

 

It’s really not that difficult. Why? Because the basic mechanics of good storytelling are universal, no matter what genre you write. Every fiction story contains the same ingredients: an interesting and engaging plot, characters the reader cares about and roots for, supporting details, and background that draw the reader into the story.

 

I’m often asked: Where do you get your ideas? How do I get published? How do you write a book? What advice do you have for writers who are just starting out? Do you have any writing tips?

 

I’ve answered these questions many times in interviews and addressed them in guest blogs, but I always wanted to say more. One day, I started thinking about everything I’ve learned over the years, and inspiration hit me: Why not write a book on how to write? The result? You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction.

 

This fun and practical book walks you through the story-creating process step-by-step: from getting a great idea to meeting your characters, developing a plot, and on to writing, revising, and submitting your work.

 

Each easy-to-read chapter is based on my years of experience as a writer, advice I’ve received over the years, and the technical “know-how” I’ve gained in writing classes and workshops. I also included helpful tips all writers can use, plus writing exercises to get you motivated. Once you have the basics down, you can write—really!

 

Here’s an excerpt from the book. This chapter is all about tossing aside excuses why you can’t write and gives you pointers on making the time to write.

 

I Want to Write, But…

 

What’s your excuse for not writing? No ideas? Not enough time? (This one is very common.) Not sure where or how to start? Afraid your friends or relatives won’t like what you write? Whatever excuses you have, it’s time to address them and work through them—that is, if you really want to write.

 

One Day, I’ll…

 

Let’s face it, the world is filled with people who like the “idea” of being a writer, but who don’t actually write anything. These people stare off into space and say, “One day I’ll write a book.” or “I’ll start writing when…” and they put the whole thing on hold, waiting for “someday” when they have more time, or when the kids are out of the house, or they’re retired, or (fill in the blank).

 

Most of these people never put a word on the page despite all their good intentions. And if they do start a project, they lose interest in it (it’s too hard, it was taking too long). Even fewer people see a project through from idea to published story. But they sure like to talk about it.

 

Do you know the difference between a “wannabe” and a “real” writer? It’s simple—and it has nothing to do with being published—writers write. They don’t talk about writing, they actually do it. If you ask three writers about their projects, each one can tell you where he or she is in the process (first draft, Chapter Four, editing) and actually show you words on pages.

 

If I had a quarter for every time someone told me, “I want to write, but…” and “Let me tell you my story idea…” I’d be a billionaire. Seriously. Writing is hard work and it takes a lot of self-discipline. Nobody will come to your house, plop you in a chair and make you write. Writing is something you have to want to do. You have to motivate yourself to stick with it through each stage of the project.

 

EXERCISE: If you could only write one story in your life, what would it be? Write it down and describe it in three to five paragraphs. This is the story that will motivate you to write.

 

Writing is like anything else you do in life. Suppose you want to learn how to surf. You won’t learn how to ride the waves by talking about it. At some point, you have to hit the water and get wet.

 

Get Motivated!

 

Writers must be self-motivating. Nobody will force you to write a novel. So how do you find the time or get motivated to write? First, if you like your idea and are excited about it, that in itself should be a motivating factor. (“I’ve got this great idea for a ghost story and can’t wait to write it!”)

 

Second, you need to schedule time to be creative. A writing schedule keeps you accountable for your time and helps “train your brain” to get used to the idea of writing at certain times. It may sound silly, but it works. You schedule time for other things in life like going to work, hitting the gym, etc., so if writing is a priority, why not schedule it, too?

 

Aim to write for an hour a day. It doesn’t matter how much or what you write for that hour, only that you put in the time. You can use the hour to brainstorm ideas, create character profiles, make an outline, or work on a few scenes.

 

Of course, it will be easier to write on some days rather than others, but push through any initial reluctance or procrastination, and keep going. When you’re fully engrossed in writing, time flies. You may find hours have vanished, you’re hungry, and it’s time to use the bathroom.

 

On days when you can’t write because you’re sick or it’s your birthday, don’t beat yourself up. When important life events happen, your writing time can (temporarily) shift on the priority schedule. Writing is a creative, mental process, and not everyone can write on demand every day. It’s okay to take a break when you need to, as long as you go back to your project as soon as possible. (That means within a day or two.)

 

EXERCISE: Create a writing schedule. Get a piece of paper (or use an online organizer) and write down the days of the week and your waking hours in the day. Fill in the spaces for each hour of every day with existing commitments (work, picking up the kids from band practice, eating, etc.) and see how many hours that leaves “open” for writing.

 

Give yourself a mini-reward for sticking to your writing schedule: have lunch with friends, buy new music, go to a movie, or do something that makes you feel good about achieving a goal. As you get used to writing on a daily basis, it gets easier. Soon, you’ll look forward to your writing time—and maybe increase the time you’ve blocked off to work on your story.

 

TIP: Limit distractions. Let friends and relatives know your writing schedule and ask them for privacy during that time. Turn off the phone and let calls go to voicemail while you write. Find a quiet place and get to work.

 

You can make time for writing by cutting back on watching TV, playing computer games, and trolling social media. You might be surprised at how easy it is to replace an hour of TV reruns with an hour of writing. If you sleep until 10 a.m. every weekend, set the clock for 9, get up, and write during the “extra” hour. Try it for a few weeks and see how it goes. Everyone on the planet gets 24 hours in every day—how you use them is up to you.

 

The bottom line is… all the writing advice, tips, books, and support groups won’t help you write anything if you’re not going to put in the time, energy, and effort to do the work.

 

Only you can write the story in your head, and if you are motivated and determined to get it written, your excuses will fall away. Work on your writing a little every day and before you know it, you’ll have a finished story—and that’s a worthy accomplishment.

 

Are you motivated yet? Here are three bonus writing exercises to get you writing:

 

EXERCISE: What do you want to write? Take a few minutes and think about the types of stories you like to read. Odds are, you’ll start writing in the same genre you read. Do you love cozy mysteries? Hardboiled detective stories? Spicy historical romances? Do you want to start with a short story or jump in and try a full-length novel? (If you only read short stories because novels are “too long” to sit through, the answer should be obvious.) Make a list of what you like to read and what you want to write.

 

EXERCISE: All characters want something, whether it’s a cup of coffee, a new car, to escape from jail, to eat lunch, or to finish a big project. Brainstorm five things your character wants, large or small. Here are some examples: woman wants to escape her abusive husband; man wants to bury a body; private investigator wants to find a blackmailer; fifth grade kid wants to get away with cheating on a math test.

 

EXERCISE: Write three to five dialogue exchanges where two characters meet for the first time. What do they talk about? What is happening in the scene or around them?

 

Happy Reading (and Writing!)

 

Kelli A. Wilkins

 

You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction

 

If you’ve always dreamed of writing and getting published, but have no idea where or how to start—THIS is the book for you!

 

You Can Write—Really! is an easy guide designed for beginner writers who need a boost of motivation and simple instructions on how to get started.

 

Award-winning author Kelli A. Wilkins takes you step-by-step through the writing process, covering the basics of plotting, editing, revising, and submitting. In addition, she explores ways to get your creativity flowing, explains where authors get ideas, and shows you how to create interesting characters for your story.

 

Helpful tips and fun writing exercises throughout the book get you started!

 

Title: You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction
Author: Kelli A. Wilkins (www.KelliWilkins.com)
Publisher:
Amazon
Release date:
February 2015
Genre:
non-fiction/writing fiction/creative writing
Length: 167 pages/40,000 words


Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Write-Really-Beginners-Writing-Fiction-ebook/dp/B00THWLFQU

 

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/you-can-write-really-a-beginners-guide-to-writing-fiction-kelli-a-wilkins/1123383869;jsessionid=8403DC1337D6456F8555222CE5661D4C.prodny_store02-atgap01?ean=2940152785012

 

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1082226989

 

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/you-can-write-really-a-beginner-s-guide-to-writing-fiction
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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.

 

Her paranormal-comedy, Beauty & the Bigfoot, was published in September 2017.

 

Kelli released Trust with Hearts, a contemporary romance, in July 2017. Her third gay romance, Four Days with Jack, was released in June 2017. Kelli’s trilogy of erotic romance novellas, Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights was published in spring 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 was released in September 2016. This spicy historical western is 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 guide filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

 

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.

 

Here are a few links to find Kelli & her writings on the web

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Circumstances of Childhood is a Brand-New Release by @HowellWave #RRBC #99cents #books


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Title Circumstances of Childhood

Author John W. Howell

Genre Family Life, Fiction

Publisher Keewaydin Lane Books

 

Book Blurb

When a former pro football star and broadcaster, now a Wall Street maven is accused of insider trading, will he be able to prove his innocence and expose those who are guilty?

 

Greg and his boyhood pal dreamed of big success in professional football and then later in business. Greg was the only one to live the dream. Now the founder of an investment fund Greg is faced with a routine audit finding by the SEC. The audit points to irregularities and all the tracks lead to Greg. The justice department hits him with an indictment of 23 counts of fraud, money laundering, and insider trading. His firm goes bust, and Greg is on his own.

 

His best friend knows he is innocent but has been ordered under penalty of eternal damnation not to help.

 

If you enjoy stories of riches to rags, redemption, brotherly love, and a little of the paranormal, Circumstance of Childhood will keep you riveted.

 

Excerpt

I look down at my drink and wonder what will happen tomorrow. My daughter Constance wants to come and visit. She lives in New York, and before all hell broke loose, we didn’t see each other often. I missed her so much, and it seemed as if I had to beg her even to talk on the phone. Now, it’s like she wants to be here every weekend. It’s only an hour’s flight by the shuttle or three by train, so she can come when she wants. I just can’t figure out why she got so clingy. I have my troubles, but it doesn’t have anything to do with her. No use in asking her husband either. Though a nice enough guy, I always wonder if he has someplace important to go when I visit. He never sits still and stays busy on the phone or at the computer. He makes a good living, but it seems a person could take an hour to sit and talk. I’d looked forward to some kind of relationship when he and Constance got married. It’ll never happen with him.

 

When I take another pull at my drink, I notice the burn feels less. It happens every time. First sip initiation, I call it. It’s like the first puff of a cigarette, hits hard then, after, nothing. I decide to let Constance pretty much have the agenda tomorrow. She and I have not had a chance to talk about anything deep for a while. It could just be that she blames me for her mother running off with that guy with the house on the Hudson. He has a title, and the old gal couldn’t resist, but I think the daughter always felt I should have done something. Her mother’s sleeping with another guy and what the hell can I do about that?

 

I’ll just go with the flow. If she wants to go out, we will. If she wants to stay in, we can do that too. I better think about getting some food in the house. Of course, we can always order take out. I need to move on to my drink and let this go. Tomorrow will be what it is. I remember the day she was born. I looked down at her in my arms and promised I would do anything for her. I love her more than life itself, and I hope we can somehow get to the root of whatever’s wrong. She sounded strange on the phone this morning, and I feel helpless to do anything about it. I hope she opens up when she gets here.

 

For some reason, I feel tired. Perhaps I’ll go ahead and finish my drink. Maybe I’ll just go home and forget the burger. First, though, I’ll just shut my eyes for a minute. My hands feel good when I put my head down.

 

“Hey, Greg,” Jerry says. I barely hear him. “What’s the matter? You taking a nap? Greg?” I can feel him shake me, but I have no interest in waking up. His voice gets further away, and I think he says, “Oh, my God, Sophie, call 911, quick.” Now the room goes silent.

 

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Author Biography

John began his writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive business career. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories.  His first book, My GRL, introduces the exciting adventures of the book’s central character, John J. Cannon. The second Cannon novel, His Revenge, continues the adventure, while the final book in the trilogy, Our Justice, launched in September 2016. The latest Circumstances of Childhood a family life story is available as of October 1st, 2017 All books are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

 

John lives in Port Aransas, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

 

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Roughing It in the Bush by Susanna Moodie is a Must-Read #bookreview #memoir #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Roughing It in the Bush

Author: Susanna Moodie

Genre: Memoirs, Biographies, Canadian History

 

Book Blurb:

In 1832, Susanna Moodie immigrated to Canada from Britain with her husband and daughter in search of comfort and independence in the unsettled Canadian backwoods.

 

She went on to chronicle her experiences in this personal, accurate, and often humorous account.  This Norton Critical Edition of Roughing It in the Bush provides everything that a student needs to analyze and enjoy Moodie’s tale.

 

A thorough “Backgrounds” section includes images, a map, contemporary reviews of Roughing It, and letters written by Moodie to her husband during the winter of 1839, at which time he was serving a military appointment in the Victoria District and she and her children were facing life-threatening illnesses.

 

“Criticism” contains ten essays by leading Canadian scholars and authors, among them Margaret Atwood, Carl Ballstadt, D. M. R. Bentley, Susan Glickman, and Michael Peterman.

 

A Chronology of Susanna Moodie’s life and a Selected Bibliography are also included.

 

My Review:

A timeless book that is beautifully written and each story is either led by or accompanied with terrific poetry.  Susannah Moodie was a settler in Upper Canada in Pre-Confederation days.  The interesting thing is that this book is relevant to anyone in North America. The shared history of moving to a new world and starting off roughing it in the wild is one that has been experienced in North America for nearly 500 years.

 

The writing of Moodie is brilliant and you can really feel what living in that time and in those conditions, was like.  She has a way of describing her surroundings and the people she meets with such clarity; your mind easily envisions it.  A fantastic read that everyone should enjoy.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

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Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/162862.Roughing_It_in_the_Bush

 

Author Biography:

Susanna Moodie (born Strickland; 6 December 1803 – 8 April 1885) was an English-born Canadian author who wrote about her experiences as a settler in Canada, which was a British colony at the time.

 

Reviewed by: Mr. N

 

How #Writing The Great American Novel Turned Into Adrian Wheeler by @Steveshearbooks #books


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How Writing The Great American Novel Turned Into The Trials of Adrian Wheeler by Steve Shear

 

I’m too old to remember whether I did much if any writing in high school. I do remember spending four years in engineering school and three years in law school and never learning how to write … really write. For the next forty years as a patent attorney I did write … technical garbly-gook like the inner workings of an internal combustion engine, a computer interface, and the like. It paid the bills but wasn’t particularly creative. Then one day, more than fifteen years ago, I decided to move out of my comfort zone and write fiction, something that wasn’t going to pay the bills. I chose poetry thinking that would be easy, just stringing together a bunch of words on a bunch of lines. How hard could that be?

 

Needless to say I picked probably the most difficult type of fiction to master or should I say attempt to master. Few actually master the art of poetry and I’m certainly not one of them. Believe it or not, I’m still revising some of the poems I wrote as long ago as 1997. At the same time I learned something extremely valuable. If you want to write novels and short stories and other types of fictional prose, it is enormously helpful to put yourself in the mine fields of poetic discourse. Studying the old dead English poets and writing poetry including sonnets and other rhyming stuff force you to recognize the right words and phrases for a particular situation and it gives you the tools to create the appropriate images to illuminate those words and phrases. Imagery, imagery, imagery is the name of the game; metaphors, similes, sight, sound, taste, etc. And all those difficult sessions trying to make your sonnet work, ab-ab-cd-cd-ef-ef-gg, become wonderful foreplay for your first short story or novel; at least they were for mine. And by the way you may find that great short stories are more difficult to produce than great novels, so choose your poison wisely!

 

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler was actually my second attempt at writing the Great American Novel. My first attempt, Ira Neebest and The First Coming, took me two years to write. By the third draft I had pounded out nearly two hundred and fifty thousand words. At the time I didn’t know how dumb that was. Only the great ones like Dostoevsky have the right to do that.  When I gave Ira to my wife and a friend who taught creative writing at a local college they had some nice things to say like ‘it has potential’ but in truth they told me I was a bit full of myself. And so I was! Six months later I had it down to one hundred thousand words. And now, after ten years of revisions, I’ve made two novels out of it, The First Coming and An Eye for an Eye. After hundreds of agent-queries and rejections, two published novels, and two published stage plays later, they are both still my favorites and both remain unpublished thus far. Such is life.

 

 

When I started writing Adrian, the only thing I had in mind was a friend from my poetry critique group, a gentle soul with natural artistic creativity, who was ‘forced’ to join the Marines and fight in Vietnam for his country by his bombastic father. My friend had MS and other bad things after being exposed to Agent Orange. He died last year but not before he published several books of his poetry.

 

Actually I had two other things in mind when I began thinking about Adrian. I had been against America invading Iraq and I blamed it on W, our president who made the decision to invade. I had just finished reading Vincent Bugliosi’s book The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder, and I wondered how many soldiers regretted their decisions to join up in the first place, like my friend. I’m not talking about those soldiers who died in battle (that’s bad enough), but those young men and women who came back (and are continuing to come back) from Iraq and Afghanistan—only to discover a battlefield far more relentless and infinitely more lonely. I am speaking about all those warriors who do battle every day in their mind’s eye, seeing, hearing, smelling, and feeling the loss of a limb, their own or a buddy’s—or who experience the last five minutes of their buddy’s life. There’s no special day just for them. There is no Veterans with PTSD day.

 

Its full name is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; at least that’s what we call it now. In the past it was battle fatigue and shell shock, but a rose by any other name is just as devastating I learned when I started the research on The Trials of Adrian Wheeler. When George W. Bush dropped his first bomb on Baghdad in March, 2003, I was so upset I produced what I still consider my best work of art, a painting I entitled The Sisters of Baghdad which can be seen on my website, www.steveshear.net. Shortly thereafter I wrote a poem, The Bombing of Baghdad which appears at the beginning of Adrian. Around that time, I remember getting a haircut and ranting to my barber, Harold, about how terrible President Bush was. My barber was ultraconservative, although I didn’t know it at the time. His bald head (wouldn’t you know it) turned red, his eyes bulged and his lips quivered. My only thought at the time was to blurt out: “HAROLD, PUT DOWN THE SCISSORS!” Fortunately, I am still alive and Harold is still cutting hair, I assume.

 

By the time I finished writing Adrian and living in the skins of the characters, George Bush became a bit more than a footnote. The characters and the family dynamics took over, Adrian, Pa, Daisy, Esme, Rachael, Rabinowitz, Benedetti, and the others. Actually, characters like these along with what they do and say tend to get under your skin and go where you go whether it’s at the computer, on a long walk, brushing your teeth, or in my case playing Pickleball. That’s what happens during nineteen drafts and before you ever think about sending out your first query.

 

 

I will end this post with one more observation which might make you think I’m smoking something even stronger than California-grown marijuana (which I don’t smoke, incidentally). I’ve discovered that by being a writer of fiction, especially novels and short stories, you are about as close to being a god as one can possibly be. Think about it. You create your own version of heaven and hell and earth (even the cosmos in some cases). Well maybe not in seven days. You create your characters, their looks, their personalities, their likes and dislikes. You give them health and wealth … or not; you even read their minds; and you kill them off … or not based on your plan, your god-given plot. If that’s not a description of the Almighty I don’t know what is.

 

So, if you’re reading this and wanting to write the great American novel … and be God, just remember you won’t be alone when you brush your teeth!

 

Title: The Trials of Adrian Wheeler

Author: Steve Shear

Genre: Fiction, Military, PTSD

 

Book Blurb:

Marine Private Adrian Wheeler, accused of murdering Iraqi women and children, arrived home to face nothing less than: An unrelenting father who cajoled him into enlisting, PTSD, sexual Inadequacy, a sensational court-martial trial, a sister with HIV. He returned from Baghdad and the Iraq war disabled and disillusioned an amputee with a bad knee. His brother, John Mike, didn’t return at all. Both participated in a reconnaissance mission seeking proof Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction, WMDs, a mission that tragically failed, a mission in which innocent women and children died along with John Mike and other combatants. As the sole survivor, Adrian carried the details of that trauma deep within his subconscious, and often drank himself unconscious in hopes of hiding from the visitors who came in his sleep; his domineering father, a retired Vietnam veteran, and Rachael, the girl he left behind. In his mental state and physical condition, he did everything he could to avoid her—and the couch they first made love on before he lost his arm. Just when he began taking control of his life, Adrian was charged with the murder of all those women and children. But did he do it? Could it have been John Mike? Or possibly an insurgent? Adrian’s only hope was to get beyond his trauma and recall the terrible secret buried deep within the cellar of his psyche. That required Rabinowitz (a psychotherapist specializing in PTSD) and Angelo Benedetti (a renowned court-martial defense lawyer) to help him remember—and to convince the court he was innocent—whether he was or not.

 

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler has been optioned as a movie by a production studio in Los Angeles, Filmed Imagination and Daniel Dreifuss (producer of the Academy Award nominated movie, NO), and the screenplay has been completed.

 

Excerpt:

Private Adrian Wheeler, accused of murdering Iraqi women and children, arrived home to face nothing less than:
 
An unrelenting father who cajoled him into enlisting
PTSD
Sexual Inadequacy
A sensational Court-Martial Trial
A sister with HIV
 
            Adrian returned from Baghdad disabled and disillusioned. His brother, John Mike, didn’t return at all. Both participated in a reconnaissance mission seeking proof Saddam had WMDs, a mission that tragically failed, a mission in which innocent women and children died along with John Mike and other combatants. As the sole survivor (or so he thought), Adrian carried the details of that trauma deep within his subconscious, and often drank himself unconscious in hopes of hiding from the visitors who came in his sleep; his domineering father, a retired Vietnam veteran, and Rachael, the girl he left behind. In his mental state and physical condition, he did everything he could to avoid her—and the couch they first made love on before he lost his arm.
 
            Just when he began taking control of his life, Adrian was charged with the murder of all those women and children. But did he do it? Could it have been John Mike? Or possibly an insurgent? Adrian’s only hope was to get beyond his trauma and recall the terrible secret buried deep within the cellar of his psyche. That required Rabinowitz (a psychotherapist specializing in PTSD) and Angelo Benedetti (a renowned court-martial defense lawyer) to help him remember—and to convince the court he was innocent.
 
Throughout much of his young life, Adrian looked after John Mike—a promise he made to Ma on her deathbed even though Adrian was only twelve years old at the time. Years later, that promise compelled him to protect his brother’s good name, consciously and subconsciously, throughout most of the trial. But his devotion to Daisy, his sister, and her fight with HIV finally drove Adrian to face up to Pa and break his promise to Ma.

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Trials-Adrian-Wheeler-Steve-Shear-ebook/dp/B00HTP5LY4

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Trials-Adrian-Wheeler-Steve-Shear-ebook/dp/B00HTP5LY4

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Trials-Adrian-Wheeler-Steve-Shear-ebook/dp/B00HTP5LY4

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21125822-the-trials-of-adrian-wheeler

 

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Author Biography:

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler was my first published novel (L&L Dreamspell, 2011). It was awarded runner-up in the San Francisco Book Festival 2015.

 

Filmed Imagination of Los Angeles and Daniel Dreifuss (producer of the Academy Award nominated film NO) took a film option on The Trials of Adrian Wheeler. FI hired Erik Wolter, an established screenwriter, to write the screenplay and FI is now looking for partners to produce the movie. Erik and I have collaborated on a sequel to the screenplay, Justice for All.

 

My wife, Susan, and I also collaborated on The State vs. Max Cooper and The Steele Deal (published by ArtAge Publications), courtroom plays in which the audience serves as the jury. Both are being produced around the country. I have found one review of Max Cooper based on its performance at the James Downing Theatre in Chicago (http://www.chicagonow.com/count-gregulas-crypt/2013/05/theater-review-youre-the-jury-the-state-vs-max-cooper-the-james-downing-theatre/).

 

In addition to the Fountain of Youth, I have three novels that have recently been completed: The First Coming, An Eye for an Eye, and The Click. I am presently collaborating with Erik Wolter on a screenplay based on The Click.

 

I have been writing poetry for over fifteen years and am also a portrait and figure artist and sculptor, having been represented by a number of galleries in Denver and Boulder, Colorado. I am presently represented on line by Vango Art.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.steveshear.net/

 

Twitter @Steveshearbooks

 

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/steve.shear.967

 

LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/in/steve-shear-80a03727/

Happy Book Birthday, Planting the Seeds of Love + a #99cents Sale! #romance #ASMSG #IARTG


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We’re so excited because we’re celebrating here on the POTL Blog! It’s Planting the Seeds of Love’s book birthday and we’ve slashed the price to 99 cent over on Amazon.com. 

 

Get it now: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01581XM50

 

What Readers Think:

“The author does a splendid job of building the internal tension as well as some wonderfully lighthearted interactions that play out perfectly and keep the reader engaged. The secondary characters are well thought out, and bring an added dimension to the setting.” – USA Today Bestselling Author Jacquie Biggar

 

“Great descriptive narrative, vivid dialogue that not only breathed life into the characters but provided a window into life in a tight knit countryside community. The countryside community was portrayed so positively, it even lured this committed city girl into sampling a taste of country life with a farm visit next holiday.” Ariel C.

 

“For a short story, this one is so well-developed and full of wonderful characters, it was a pleasure to read.” – K. Westrope

 

“Another wonderful story from the talented N.N.Light. Having read The Princess of the Light and thoroughly enjoyed it, I read Planting the Seeds of Love. Romantic themes are not usually my first choice for picking a story but it is very well written and a great read.” — Nathan Stone

 

See, even guys and non-romance readers love it! The best part: All September sales (not royalties) go directly to feed needy kids. It’s a win-win! 

 

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Blurb:

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

 

Twenty-Two-year-old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

 

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

 

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

 

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

 

Excerpt:

The next morning, Sally woke to the smell of sizzling bacon. She stretched in bed before putting on her robe. She glanced at the clock. It was already eight. She looked out the window. As far as she could see, snow covered everything like a warm glittering blanket. She hugged herself.

 

“So, this is what it means to be in love? I like it.”

 

She crept down the stairs, to see what Trevor was cooking. A smile lit her face and she sat in her grandpa’s rocking chair, watching Trevor in the kitchen. He wore a green plaid robe, his hair ruffled from sleep and there was a slight pillow crease across his left cheek. He flipped pancakes while whistling a classic rock song. She hugged her knees, reveling in her domestic bliss.

 

“I could get used to this,” she whispered.

 

He turned around and grinned.

 

“Good morning, beautiful. Want some coffee?”

 

She walked into the kitchen, giggling as if it was Christmas.

 

“It’s like I’m dreaming, what with you here, making breakfast.”

 

He handed her a mug of steaming coffee. She took a sip.

 

“Ahh, it’s just how I take it. Heavy cream and sugar.” She took another sip.

 

Trevor pulled her into his embrace.

 

“You are a vision in white, my angel.” He kissed her senseless. Her body responded and she burned with desire. She peppered kisses along his jawline.

 

“I want to go back to bed,” she whispered in his ear. She raked her teeth down his ear.

 

He moaned.

 

“You drive me crazy when you do that.” His hot breath seared her neck.

 

“Mmm…” she whispered.

 

He playfully slapped her butt.

 

“Vixen.”

 

She laughed seductively.

 

“Now go sit at the table and wait for breakfast.” He refilled her coffee. “Tsk tsk tsk, distracting the cook.” He winked.

 

Today is the last day to get this small town romance for 99 cents so hurry! Know someone who’d like this story or want to help out? Share on social media using the buttons below. We’re so grateful! 

 

Tempted by Mr. Wrong by USA Today Bestseller @jacqbiggar is Stupendous! #bookreview #romance


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Title: Tempted by Mr. Wrong

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

How can something so wrong, feel so right?

 

Falling for her step-brother is a mistake T.J. doesn’t want to repeat, but one look into those sapphire blue eyes and she’s ready to give him whatever he wants.

 

Tammy-Jo Hawthorne’s marriage was floundering, but she never expected her husband to make her the laughing stock of Magnolia.

 

And she definitely didn’t expect to trip over him in their front yard after he’d been murdered.

 

Jason McIntyre was forced out of his home and the love of his life by the man who’d haunted his nightmares for ten long years.

 

Now Jason’s back–and he wants revenge.

 

My Review:

Jason and Tammy Jo are step-siblings yet aren’t related. So, when they explored their feelings when they were about to graduate high school, why did Tammy Jo’s father kick Jason out of the house, calling him filth and other words I won’t repeat? It’s ten years later and Tammy Jo’s marriage is on the rocks and she’s become the laughing stock of her father’s country club. Talk about a bad night. But when Jason pulls up and offers her a ride home, she’s humiliated. Of all nights, he had to witness her spiral down into the mud. No really, she’s stuck up to her whatsit in southern mud with rain pelting down.

 

Jason’s back in town on a covert operation to bring down two men closest to Tammy Jo. Revenge is sweet, or so thinks Jason. But Jason didn’t expect murder to enter the picture and the one woman who’s stolen his heart may just be the murderer. Can Jason keep his salacious feelings for Tammy Jo at bay while he’s investigating or will he be tempted to dip into Tammy Jo’s honey pot once more?

 

This is the first step-brother romance I’ve read and leave it to Jacquie Biggar to make it more than just sex. There’s so many layers to this story and I loved it! First, there’s the takedown of a ponzi scheme that Jason’s investigating. Then, there’s the steamy romance between Jason and Tammy Jo. There’s the revenge Jason is seeking with his step-father (Tammy Jo’s father). Oh, plus a murder to solve and Tammy Jo to be cleared. Did I mention the touching sub-plot of how Jason’s mother is suffering from Alzheimer’s?

 

The suspense was spot-on and something I come to expect now from Biggar’s bestselling books. Sizzling romance with steamy love scenes, also a must in her novels, but it’s the characters that make this a five star and a must-read. I laughed, I swooned, I gasped (totally didn’t figure out the murderer until Biggar revealed it), I cried. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Jason. I loved everything about him from his magnetic sapphire eyes to his fierce love for his mother, from his vow for revenge to his passionate forbidden love for his step-sister. He’s a broken alpha hero but Tammy Jo just might be able to put him back together again.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

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International link: http://books2read.com/TemptedbyMrWrong

 

Add to your TBR List: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35609451-tempted-by-mr-wrong

 

Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males and strong, contemporary women willing to show their men that true power comes from love.

 

She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

 

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart.

 

Social Media Links:

http://jacqbiggar.com

 

http://Facebook.com/jacqbiggar

 

http://Facebook.com/jacquiebiggar

 

Facebook Street Team:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/Biggarsbookbuddies/

 

http://Twitter.com/jacqbiggar

 

http://amazon.com/author/jacquiebiggar

 

https://www.goodreads.com/JacquieBiggar

 

http://Pinterest.com/jacqbiggar

 

https://plus.google.com/+JacquieBiggar

 

https://www.bookbub.com/authors/jacquie-biggar

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

A Guardian Falls by @Rtranbooks is #EpicFantasy Filled with Action and Magic! #IAN1 #books


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Title: A Guardian Falls

Author: R Tran

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

All looks bleak when Mara is forced to return home after her love’s brush with death. She only has one magical artifact and the army seems out of reach. The consequences should she fail or even succeed finally set in and Mara has doubts about everything. There will be a war of blades and magic with Mara at the center, but Mara wonders if she has the strength to survive.

 

Excerpt:

In the dim morning light, Mara heard voices in the distance too faint to understand. Bishop shifted below her, anxious for the coming battle. Mara pulled her cloak tighter against the chill air and damp drizzle as she waited for news of Laran’s army. A few of the horses behind her snorted their dislike of Drake’s swift approach.

 

“It’s just as we thought. Half his troops went south in an attempt to flank us and back us into the mountains, but the remainder are coming head on. It shouldn’t be long now. Is the shield in place?” Drake asked, looking off to the horizon.

 

“It has been since first light. Its constant hum is driving me crazy. Every fiber in my body longs to bring it down,” she informed him.

 

“You’ll be distracted soon enough,” Drake assured her.

 

Mara gave a forced smile. “I only want one man’s life. It’s a shame so many will have to die defending him.”

 

“I’m sure he’s saying the same thing.”

 

“He’s not on the battlefield. He’s locked away in the castle somewhere. I can feel it,” she spat annoyed at his cowardice. She looked to Drake. “How was Kess?”

 

“Worried about you. Don’t worry, you’ll see each other tonight,” Drake promised.

 

Mara looked up when a spell crashed into the shield above. Unsure of what was going on, Bishop sidestepped. Mara calmed him and he didn’t move when another spell crashed into the shield. Flames licked the shield overhead but rolled off like water on oiled canvas.

 

“What are they up to?” Drake asked, looking up as well.

 

“My guess is they’re trying to bring down the shield so they can kill us with magic.”

 

Drake gave her a weary look. He was all too familiar with magic. “Are you sure this will hold?”

 

“No, but it was created by magic far stronger than any they have,” Mara replied as blue lightning crackled over the shield’s surface. “They’re getting closer.”

 

Arrows darkened the sky in the distance. “The battle’s begun,” Drake said menacingly. He drew his sword with a mischievous grin and kicked his horse into a run. “See you tonight,” he called as he rode off. Mara drew a short sword and kicked Bishop into a run. The other men were at his heels. Everyone was eager to begin. The sooner it started, the sooner it would end.

 

Buy Links:

The author is running a special promo on this title for a very limited time! Get your copy today!

US:  https://www.amazon.com/Guardian-Falls-Chronicles-Coranydas-Book-ebook/dp/B072LJV5Z5/ 

 

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Guardian-Falls-Chronicles-Coranydas-Book-ebook/dp/B072LJV5Z5/

 

R Tran

 

Author Biography:

R. Tran is an independent author and blogger with three award winning novels. She started writing when she was sixteen as self-prescribed therapy after her father passed away and hasn’t stopped since. R. Tran is also a pharmacist, wife, and mother to two rambunctious girls and a Boston Terrier. If she ever has free time she likes combing resale shops to add to her teapot collection or quilting. Currently, she lives in her home state of Missouri.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.rtranbooks.com

Blog: https://rtranbooks.wordpress.com/

Facebook page: https://m.facebook.com/Rtranbooks/

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twitter: https://twitter.com/rtranbooks/

email:  rtranbooks.com@outlook.com

goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16335980.R_Tran

Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/r-tran.html

 

 

The Life and Times of Ichabod Brooks by @cyallowitz #BookReview! #IARTG #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: The Life and Times of Ichabod Brooks

Author: Charles E. Yallowitz

Genre: Fantasy, Short Stories

 

Book Blurb:

Enter the world of Windemere with 11 action adventure short stories featuring a man who is out to make an honest living.

 

Some heroes seek fame. Some seek fortune. Others simply want to save the world. Ichabod Brooks only wants to put food on the table for his family.

 

Known and respected as the man who can get any job done, Ichabod has seen his share of adventure. Most of which have been highly exaggerated by bards. Still, the man has his famous reputation for a reason. Whether it be climbing a temperamental mountain for eggs or escorting orphans to their new homes, Ichabod takes every job seriously and makes sure he is as prepared as he can be. Not that it helps since things always take a turn for the worse.

 

My Review:

I’ve been a devout follower of the Legends of Windemere series so when I saw a spin-off of sorts, I knew I had to read it.

 

Ichabod Brooks is a man who’s a mercenary for hire and he’s always up for a new adventure. If you need a magical item or need some help rescuing orphans, Ichabod is your man. His wife handles the contracts and is the brain behind the business, which I loved. He’s just out having adventures and trying to play down his exploits. Oh, and he can bake, too. These are the stories along with a one sentence synopsis:

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Starwind Egg – Every ten years, the birds lay starwind eggs and it’s up to Ichabod to snag one for his client but this time, his luck might just be up.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Phantom Archer – Ichabod is judging an archery contest but when the contestants get killed, Ichabod must take on the challenger for himself.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the King of Nowhere – An emerging cult wants to unite the kingdoms under the banner of lawlessness and the only one who can save everyone is a man knows as the King of Nowhere.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Island of Mirrors – Waking up on an island of mirrors is disturbing enough but Ichabod must work together with an old enemy or wind up worse off than death. (My favorite story!)

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Yellow Ogres – With the wife away, Ichabod is relishing in time spent alone but when a band of yellow ogres start stealing shamans, he must figure out how to stop them before his wife returns.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Resurrection Bowl – Of all the gin joints … Ichabod wishes he could pass on this adventure but he doesn’t have a choice so off he goes in search of an ancient artifact that can resurrect the dead.

 

Ichabod Brooks & Toy Tower – Ichabod must defeat a tower of traps created by a crazy toymaker in order to receive the grand prize at the finish line but has his luck just run out?

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Jester Flute – A bard has stolen a cursed flute and now Ichabod’s reality is anything but. (My second favorite story!)

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Orphan’s Shadow – Hired to escort orphans to their new homes, Ichabod is caught off-guard when the orphans suddenly fall ill and death is right around the corner unless Ichabod can figure out what’s going on.

 

Ichabod Brooks & Zaria’s Kiss –  Ichabod and friends are on an adventure to recover the Purity Goddess’s relics from the sea but before they know it, something appears to s-s-strike them down.

 

Ichabod Brooks & the Vixen of Errenshar – Olivia Thorne has been a seductive enemy, thwarting Ichabod’s every move but this time, she might have the upper hand.

 

If you’re looking for adventurous short stories with character depth, a solid plot and colorful dialogue, pick up The Life and Times of Ichabod Brooks today. Yallowitz’s writing style is quick-witted, full of adventurous fun and original. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “They also don’t have your wife making deals that you can’t say no to. She mentioned that you’re getting three times the usual pay because this baby is going to be prepared for Duke Solomon’s wedding. Personally, I’m looking forward to your wife’s cooking after this. Surprised your gut isn’t huge considering that woman can make a pot roast even the gods would praise. Did you happen to bring some of her dishes for the road?”

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Life-Times-Ichabod-Brooks-ebook/dp/B073NR7XKC/

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Life-Times-Ichabod-Brooks-ebook/dp/B073NR7XKC/

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Life-Times-Ichabod-Brooks-ebook/dp/B073NR7XKC/

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35533624-the-life-times-of-ichabod-brooks

 

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Author Biography:

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: www.legendsofwindemere.com
Twitter: @cyallowitz
Facebook: Charles Yallowitz


Website: www.charleseyallowitz.com

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

My Little Fart Series by @AuthorsBen_Sam is Great Fun and a Must-Read! #kidlit #books


The Day My Fart Followed Me To Home

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me Home

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love this!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me Home is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and how he meets his new friend!

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with gorgeous pictures and love your child to read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me Home.

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy on his unexpected journey with his new best friend!

 

Scroll up and get ready to giggle along with your children!

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Home/dp/1530776279/

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-home-ben-jackson/1123689830?ean=9780995234031

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey

 

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!

 

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

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-to-hockey-ben-jackson/1126406602?ean=9780995234024

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Santa Up The Chimney

 

Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart are back again! This time they have a new friend, Santa Clause!

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love reading along with Timmy, the Little Fart, and Santa Clause as they have another fantastic adventure.

 

The Day My Fart Followed Santa Up The Chimney is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy’s best friend the Little Fart and Santa Clause as they help deliver presents and spread happiness and joy. There’s always plenty of laughter and giggles as the Little Fart attempts to help 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 Santa Up The Chimney!

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy and his best friend on the most exciting day of the year!

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Day-Fart-Followed-Santa-Chimney/dp/1988656028/

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-santa-up-the-chimney-ben-jackson/1125257089?ean=9781988656069

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Me To Soccer

 

Timmy and his best friend the Fart are back again!

 

If your child loves soccer and playing sport, then you’re going to love reading along with Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me To Soccer is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and his imaginary best friend the Little Fart as they attend Timmy’s soccer match, and meet his new friend Sophie. Chaos and laughter ensue as the Little Fart tries to help Timmy and Sophie 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 Soccer!

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy, Sophie and the Little Fart on their exciting day at the soccer field!

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Soccer/dp/1988656095/

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-to-soccer-ben-jackson/1126322678?ean=9781988656090

 

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The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist

 

Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart are back again in The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist! In this beautifully illustrated children’s book you’ll experience Timmy’s first visit to the dentist, losing a tooth, and a visit from the Tooth Fairy.

 

No child loves the thought of a visit to the dentist. In The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist, Timmy takes a trip to the dentist with his best, and imaginary, friend the Little Fart. Timmy needs to have a tooth removed and then needs to help to try and explain the Tooth Fairy to the Little Fart.

 

Whenever the Little Fart is involved, hilarity and mischievousness are sure to follow! The authors decided to publish this book to try and help parents and dentists show that the dentist doesn’t have to be a bad experience. In the end, there is always the reward of receiving a visit by the magical and beautiful Tooth Fairy.

 

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 The Dentist! Discover and giggle along with Timmy, and the Little Fart on their exciting day at the dentist.

 

Smashwords (FREE) – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/734101

 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-day-my-fart-followed-me-to-the-dentist-ben-jackson/1126854211?ean=9781988656151

 

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Author

Ben Jackson and Sam Lawrence

 

Illustrator

Danko Herrera

 

Genre

Children’s books – humor – Grade K-4 – Kids 3-10

 

Publisher

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

 

Author Biography

Ben lives in Tasmania, Australia. While working during the week as a Boiler Maker/Welder, specializing in Aluminium 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 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! Please feel free to check out our children’s book website at http://www.mylittlefart.com

 

Ben Jackson Social Media Links

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15144197.Ben_Jackson Goodreads Page

 

https://www.amazon.com/Ben-Jackson/e/B00S4A4W5C/ Amazon Author Page

 

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https://au.pinterest.com/benandsamauthor/ Pinterest

 

https://www.facebook.com/BenandSamAuthors/ Facebook Ben & Sam

 

https://www.facebook.com/MyLittleFart/ Facebook My Little Fart

 

https://twitter.com/AuthorsBen_Sam Twitter

 

http://www.mylittlefart.com My Little Fart Website

 

 

 

 

Kiss of Magic Romance series by @maryleoauthor #romance #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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I’m so excited to read this whole series… ~ Mrs. N

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 1

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. There’s just one catch – Jackie’s first couple is a test!

 

Will Jackie Cupid turn misbegotten lovers around in time to keep her powers? Or will her magic become a stardust memory?

 

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 1 includes Jackie Cupid’s First Love, and It’s Written in the Stars.

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

It startled her so much that Jackie shot the arrow at no particular target. When she followed its trajectory, Eros Kostopoulos, who had appeared out of thin air, caught it with his right hand like some Marvel Superhero. Completely blown away by his catch, she watched as Eros, the sweet older Greek owner of the archery range, with graying hair and a round belly, morphed into a some sort of half human, half bird creature and sprouted wings . . . real, honest to goodness, full-body-sized, white-feathered wings. His clothes disappeared and he was left with a leather Tarzan type of loincloth revealing the body of a Greek god.

 

Any other mortal might have decided it was time to bug out, that this bird-man might be a threat, or at the very least, blow fire in her face, nevertheless Jackie was more curious than afraid.

 

Call her crazy, but Jackie didn’t exactly appreciate the distraction, especially on her birthday. She’d paid good money for her time inside the range, and this creature, as magnificent as he might be, was usurping her precious minutes.

 

“Mr. Kostopoulos? Is that you?”

 

Jackie stood perfectly still for a moment, while the god spread his wings, knocking over anything and everything that got in their way, including all the heavy lane barriers as if they were as light as cotton balls. His wingspan had to be a good twelve feet from tip to tip, and the Greek god stood well over six feet tall, maybe somewhere in the range of six foot five inches. He wore a perfect, blond-wooden bow over his right shoulder, along with a soft quiver filled with only two arrows. His curly dark hair almost sparkled with natural silkiness, and his skin seemed perfectly smooth. He looked a bit like the statue of David, only with wings.

 

“I am Eros, god of Love,” he roared, the ground shaking once again, rattling everything around her until pictures, equipment, and bottled drinks in the vending machine began popping from their moorings and crashing to the floor.

 

Jackie wasn’t having any of it. She didn’t care what kind of beatific title he had, he needed to move out of the way or leave, whichever he preferred, so she could take her shot. She’d been practicing long and hard for this moment.

 

“Nice to meet you, Eros, god of Love, I’m Jackie, goddess of this room, and if you don’t mind, you’re spoiling my private birthday party. Do you think you can appear somewhere else, because I only have this place for another hour before the lights go out.”

 

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he bellowed, his head tilting, looking as curious as a puppy.

 

“Should I be?”

 

“Yes. I am all-powerful. I am magical. I am Eros, the god of—”

 

“Love, I know. If you’re the god of Love, there’s no reason for me to be afraid, right? So instead, I’m just annoyed. Look, as I said, it’s my birthday and I’m here alone. No love for me, get it? So unless you’re going to shoot one of your arrows out of a window at some great guy who’s going to fall madly in love with me, you’re just wasting my time. Now, if you don’t mind . . .” And she made a gesture for him to move out of her line of fire.

 

“I am here to tell you your true identity. Is it not important to you?”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Magic-Romance-Book-One-ebook/dp/B073WPHJPS/

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kiss-of-magic-romance-book-one-mary-leo/1126743753?ean=2940158644313

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/kiss-of-magic-romance-book-one

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1258806294

 

Author Biography:

USA Today bestselling author, Mary Leo, grew up in an Italian family on the Southside of Chicago where pasta and debate were the main staples of everyday life. She writes about magical romances, cowboys, and fun mysteries.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pg/maryleoauthor/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/maryleoauthor

Website: http://www.maryleo.com/

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 2

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 2 includes Romancing Rudy Raindear, and Loving Hamilton Winchester.

 

Romancing Rudy Raindear:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers and an outstanding bombshell body, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. “Look out, baby, there’s a new Cupid in town!”

 

North Pole, Maine is a curious town where Christmas is celebrated all year long, and where December 24th is marked with a visit from the big man himself.

 

Unfortunately, Rudy Raindear, the last descendant who can run Santa’s favorite bakery, Sugar Plums, no longer believes in Christmas and has gotten on Santa’s Naughty List. Rudy’s red nose proves it. That is until Jenny Bells, secret helper to Mrs. Claus, takes on the challenge of teaching Rudy just what being good is all about. And with a little help from Jackie Cupid, the plucky Cupid with attitude, Jenny and Rudy better buckle up. When Jackie gets involved, almost anything can happen.    

 

Loving Hamilton Winchester:

All Hamilton Winchester ever wanted was Gaby Venti, but Gaby Venti never wanted to be tied down to any man . . . especially not to Hamilton, the father of her unborn baby. When she shows up at the Winchester cabin in Plymouth Rock, Colorado wanting Hamilton to sign a document that he disagrees with, Hamilton decides to take matters into his own hands by asking for a little heavenly intervention from his grandfather . . . his deceased grandfather.

 

Soon Jenny Cupid arrives, wielding her special Cupid magic and Gaby finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of emotions for Hamilton she simply can’t shake . . . or can she?

 

Will a magical snowbound weekend be enough to convince Gaby that being tied down with Hamilton is exactly what she’s wanted all along? Or will she emerge from the enchantment, and walk away from the one man she has always secretly loved?

 

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

When Eros appeared in front of her, gone were his magnificent wings, his nearly naked perfectly chiseled body and his Tarzan-like loincloth. Instead, he was dressed like a Christmas Elf, complete with pointy shoes, a green suit, a strange hat, and he stood all of four-feet tall.

 

He must have felt her shock because he said, “It was the only way I could get Santa’s attention and I thought I would blend in better looking like this.”

 

“You blend in like an elephant,” Jackie told him as he pulled out the chair across from her at the small table along the windows. At once a young boy stopped to wave, and Eros, being the kind god that Jackie knew him to be, waved back.

 

“What a sweet child. He will grow up to be a pediatric surgeon. He will marry his childhood sweetheart, they will live right here in this town, have three children and he will save the lives of countless other children.”

 

“How do you know this?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Fine, so you’re a god and you have magical powers. I had no idea you could see that far into the future. What about free will? I thought that was the one variable that couldn’t be determined.”

 

“It can not, but I can still see what will happen if a human chooses wisely, and he will choose wisely. He has loving and supportive parents, and his sweetheart will guide him in the direction of his innate talents.”

 

“Will I ever be able to see someone’s future?” Jackie wanted to know.

 

“You already see the future of your assigned soulmates. Is that not enough?”

 

“Not when I can see so much more.”

 

“When you get your wings, you will be able to see these things, but not before.”

 

“I would ask you when that will be, but you’ll just give me a nebulous answer.”

 

“Your wings depend on your successes, and so far, you are batting a thousand, as humans like to say.”

 

“I’ve been fortunate. Getting the potential lovers together that you have given me have been easy. I need a real challenge to sink my teeth into, so to speak.”

 

“Then you will like this new challenge. Not only is Rudy Raindear trying to do something that will certainly destroy this festive town, but he is lying to his grandfather, the owner of this establishment. He will lie to the woman he is destined for, and worst of all, Rudy has gotten on Santa’s Naughty List, as you will see this evening when we meet again at Yule Tide’s. It is a tavern in town where Rudy and his friends will meet.”

 

Jackie sucked in a breath, as her hand shot up to her mouth. She knew for certain that in the Magic World she now dwelled in, getting on Santa’s Naughty List was tantamount to being shunned by all your friends, being turned out into the cold without a coat . . . or even worse, being identified as having a cold heart.

 

“I asked for an assignment that was difficult, not impossible.”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B073WS8YTY

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kiss-of-magic-romance-book-two-mary-leo/1126744404?ean=2940158644429

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 3

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 3 includes A Christmas in Time, and The Ghost of Dillon Spencer.

 

A Christmas In Time:

Kris Timekeeper would like nothing more than to rekindle his failing marriage this Christmas, but being Santa’s Master-magical Clockmaker comes with a downside. After several months of endless work on Santa’s clock, he and his beloved wife have separated. Kris may be able to save Christmas Eve for Santa, but will he have enough time to save his marriage with the only woman he’s ever loved?

 

Noelle Timekeeper reluctantly agrees to spend one last Christmas with Kris in Merry, PA, his quirky new hometown. She’s brought along their young daughter, Annabelle, and her very pregnant pooch, Holly. Despite all the hype about Santa’s magical clock and how it can stop time, Noelle can’t seem to let her guard down long enough to allow Kris back into her heart. That is until Jackie Cupid shows up with some timely magic of her own. Once Noelle is stung by Jackie’s charm, she finally takes the time to understand what makes Kris tick . . .

 

Will Kris and his magical clock be able to save not only Christmas, but his marriage to Noelle as well?

 

Only time will tell.

 

The Ghost Of Dillon Spencer:

Uptight–but ever so sexy–billionaire Dillon Spencer, gets a second chance at love when his own ghostly spirit takes up residency in his hotel room at the historic and haunted Hotel Colorado in the trendy town of Glenwood Springs, Colorado. Along with several more notorious and opinionated ghosts, Dillon attempts to convince a skeptical Hilly Thompson, his enchanting and very much alive assistant, that true love can break through any dimension.

 

Hilly doesn’t believe in spirits, ghosts or anything that smacks of the hereafter. Hell, she can barely get through her own life let alone someone else’s afterlife. So when Dillon tries to convince her that he’s really a great guy trapped in some heavenly limbo, she’s skeptical and resistant until he gets help from Jackie Cupid, who knows his true heart’s desire. Soon, Hilly is falling for this translucent Dillon, but will it be enough to keep him from joining the ranks of the other ghosts that haunt the historical hotel?

 

It’s a risk luminous Dillon is willing to take.

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 4

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 4 includes The Lone Cowboy of Starlight Bend, and The Fortuneteller’s Valentine.

 

The Lone Cowboy Of Starlight Bend:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers and an outstanding bombshell body, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. “Look out, baby, there’s a new Cupid in town!”

 

Jolie Shepherd didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. So when she accepts an open invitation for a visit to Starlight Bend, Montana from her best friend, Jolie expects to pass most of the holiday season holed up inside a rustic cabin, not playing cowgirl with quite possibly the most adorable cowboy in the entire state.

 

Red Weisman is a man who prefers to ride alone . . . that is until he meets Jolie Shepherd. Once they team up to grant a Christmas wish for a needy child, something magical happens between them. Problem is they come from totally different worlds. But with Santa’s help, and a little pinch from Jackie Cupid and her magical stars, all they have to do is believe in the magic of their deepest Christmas wish, and everything will work out . . . or will it?

 

 

The Fortuneteller’s Valentine:

When a fortuneteller’s prediction begins to come true, Rose Candi dismisses it as a coincidence, but when a past estranged boyfriend shows up reminding her of the love she once felt for him, Rose can’t help wondering if that fortuneteller had true magical powers.

 

Maximilian Rosso hadn’t seen Rose in ten years, and in those ten years Rose had grown into a stunning beauty who now owned part of a popular bar and restaurant in San Diego. But Max is a wanderer who can’t stay in one place . . . or can he? If Jackie Cupid, a meddlesome love bomb, has anything to do with it, those wandering days Max has been so fond of may be coming to an abrupt end.

 

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Inspector Stone Mysteries by Alex R. Carver @arcarver87 Are a Deal! #mystery #free #99c


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BOOK 1

Title – Where There’s A Will: Inspector Stone Mysteries #1

Author – Alex R Carver

Price – FREE

Genre – Mystery

 

Blurb –

A kidnapped teen, a 3.5 million Euro ransom, and the Russian Mafia.

 

Inspector Stone is tasked with finding Alice Keating and bringing her home safely. Hard enough under normal circumstances, but between investigating an unrelated armed robbery, family problems, and the machinations of an ambitious underling, it’s almost impossible.

 

Unknown to either Stone or Alice’s parents, the kidnappers have more in mind than collecting a ransom. When it turns out that the Russian Mafia might be involved in the kidnapping, things begin to spiral out of Stone’s control.

 

Can Stone find Alice before the kidnappers make good on their threats? If not it won’t just be Alice that becomes a victim to their deadly plans…

 

Excerpt –

“Kidnap!” he yelled the warning as two masked men jumped from the back of the van and reached for the rear door of the car. He was about half a second too slow in hitting the central door lock.

 

Alice knew, intellectually, that she was a potential target for kidnappers, she had never thought it would actually happen, though. The sight of the two dark-clothed and masked men leaping from the van froze her where she sat; it wasn’t until the rear door of the Bentley was yanked open that she recovered from her shock and regained the ability to move. She had her hand on the passenger side door when her ankle was grabbed.

 

Automatically, she kicked out and fought to get free. She writhed and twisted every which way as she desperately struggled to break the grip on her ankle. Slowly, inexorably, though, she was dragged through the car, despite her grabbing at everything within reach to stop what was happening.

 

Brian cursed himself for not having put the locks on before starting the engine and quickly released them again. He then took off his seatbelt and threw open the door next to him so he could get out. The moment he was on his feet he lunged for the figure that had hold of Alice, confident that his past as a Royal Marine would stand him in good stead in confronting the man trying to pull his charge from the car.

 

“Bloody help me,” Jim ordered his partner, who was standing uselessly at his side. He was not unused to fighting, and could generally hold his own, but he was hampered by the need to keep hold of Alice.

 

Unlike his partners, Lewis was not a fighter, and he had no intention of getting physical with the chauffeur, who was a more imposing figure than him. Instead he reached into the rear of the Bentley to take hold of Alice Keating’s flailing foot and help pull her from the car.

 

When he failed to break the grip the would-be kidnapper had on his charge, Brian changed tactics. He let go of the man’s arm and wrapped his own around his neck, putting him in a chokehold; once he was unconscious, Brian figured he would release Alice automatically. He had no sooner secured him in a headlock, however, when he was forced to let him go as a punch to the kidney sent pain shooting through his body.

 

Crash smashed a fist into the chauffeur’s kidney a second time, he then pulled him away from Jim and threw him into the side of the van. A kick to the back of the knee made Brian fall forward, and Crash smashed his head into the side door of the van; twice more he did that until the chauffeur’s body went limp and blood ran down his face.

 

“Get on with it,” he snapped at his partners, who were still trying to drag Alice from the car. From the back pocket of Jim’s combat trousers, he took the envelope that was sticking out, which he shoved into the inside pocket of Brian Jacob’s jacket. That done, he returned to his previous position behind the wheel, where he revved the engine impatiently.

 

With two men pulling at her, Alice found it impossible to save herself, and with a final heave, she was yanked from the Bentley to land with a painful thud on the concrete.

 

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BOOK 2

Title – An Eye For An Eye: Inspector Stone Mysteries #2

Author – Alex R Carver

Genre – Mystery/thriller

Price – 99c

 

Blurb –

Revenge comes to Branton.

 

Inspector Stone’s past catches up to him with blood and flames.

 

A series of murders rock the small town of Branton and leave Inspector Stone with his toughest case, one which may see him paying a tremendous personal price if he can’t solve it quick enough.

 

At first glance the murder of the wife and mother of an Asian shopkeeper appears racially motivated, and the local paper is quick to stir up tensions within the community. Another murder, this time the husband of a local barrister, an attack on a trio of teens, and the discovery of a previously unreported murder all lead Stone to the conclusion that something more than racism is at work.

 

Before he can work out what connects these seemingly unrelated events he is distracted by the most tragic of events. Can Stone and his partner pull themselves together long enough to figure out who is responsible for bringing terror to the streets of Branton, or will the killer complete his fiendish plan and make good his escape?

 

Excerpt –

His eyes darting around, checking for potential witnesses, Kurt strode up the road. He was once again dressed darkly in jeans and a black pullover – he had little in the way of spare clothing – which would have made him difficult to see in the dusk were it not for the street-lights illuminating the deepening darkness. He would have liked to avoid the pools of light that lit him up at intervals but that was impossible, all he could do was move through them as quickly as possible.

 

When he reached his destination, without seeing anyone or anything to give him pause or make him postpone or abandon his plan, he stepped off the pavement and into the shadows of the drive.

 

Kurt pulled down his balaclava as he walked up the drive, past the BMW that was parked there. It startled him when a security light blazed on, chasing away the concealing shadows; he had done a recce of the house, so he should have known about it, but somehow he had missed the light. His footsteps faltered momentarily, but he quickly regained his stride and approached the front door, taking out the knife he had brought – the weapon was a lethal-looking thing, a hunting knife with an eight-inch blade that was guaranteed to inspire fear in all but the most hardened of people – from the bag on his shoulder as he did so.

 

With the knife held at his side, where it wouldn’t immediately be visible, he reached out to ring the doorbell. He heard it echo in the passage beyond the door, and a few moments later he heard footsteps as someone responded to it. Behind his balaclava he smiled in anticipation of what was to come.

 

The moment the door swung open, and before the man who stood framed in the doorway could react, Kurt lunged. He thrust the knife he had brought into the stomach of Terry Fielding, who collapsed over the blade with an explosive gasp of pain.

 

Kurt took Fielding by the shoulder and shoved him off the blade before entering the house and slamming the door behind him. He could see Fielding trying to draw breath, to either scream or yell for help, and he quickly dropped on top of him, his hand going to his mouth to cut off his efforts; at the same time he buried the knife in Fielding’s stomach for a second time.

 

Again and again he stabbed Fielding, half a dozen times in total. He didn’t stop until his victim lay still beneath him.

 

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BOOK 3

Title – A Perfect Pose: Inspector Stone Mysteries #3

Author – Alex R Carver

Genre – Mystery

Price – $2.99 (on pre-order until 1st October)

 

Blurb –

What connects the murder of a teen model and an assault on her photographer stepbrother?

 

Three months ago, Nathan Stone lost his family in a deadly blaze.

 

On enforced leave from the department, he sinks into a deep pit of despair, but the discovery of a teenage girl’s body on the riverbank forces draws him back to work and into a complicated case.

 

Ellen Powers was a popular teen internet model with many adoring fans, so who would want to kill her? The investigation soon turns up many secrets, including the fact that Ellen was pregnant, and planning an abortion.

 

Was the studio she worked for covering up a dark secret of exploitation? Or was this a crime of passion?

 

When the Ellen’s stepbrother is attacked soon after her body is discovered, Nathan is sure there’s a connection. The guy’s not talking, though; what is he so determined to keep secret, even if it puts his life at risk.

 

As the case deepens and they discover more about the murdered teen Nathan Stone must overcome his demons to find justice for an innocent young woman?

 

Excerpt –

When he made it to Buster’s side, Maxwell looked around for whatever it was that had attracted his dog’s attention. He could see nothing so he tried to pull Buster away from the bank, he wouldn’t leave, though, Buster simply pulled free and continued barking. Maxwell looked around again, but still couldn’t see what had caught his dog’s attention; it was a few moments before he realised that Buster was not looking down at the bank at his feet, or at the water running past, he was looking out across the water towards the far bank.

 

Maxwell strained his eyes to see through the thin mist, to pick out what it was Buster had spotted, but his sight wasn’t as good as that of his dog, and it wasn’t until a swirl of the mist left the far bank clear for a moment that he saw it. Even then he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. He reached into his pocket for his glasses and slipped them on so he could see better, but he still couldn’t make out what the black and blue object was.

 

Only when he turned away, to make another attempt to pull Buster back from the water, and he saw it out the corner of his eyes did he realise what it was that lay on the other side of the river, almost, but not quite, falling into the water.

 

“Come on, boy.” Maxwell took Buster by the collar to pull him away from the water, and this time he turned and moved quickly ahead to guide his master along the bank.

 

Maxwell reflected that it was as if he had been waiting for his discovery to be recognised, and that now it had it was okay for him to leave. As quickly as his legs would allow, which wasn’t quick enough for Buster, who pulled him along and threatened to drag him if he fell, Maxwell made his way through the trees to the bridge.

 

He was able to increase his pace a little once they were out of the woods, and there was no longer so much danger of him tripping over, he still wasn’t quick enough for Buster, however.

 

In the end he was forced to let go of Buster’s collar and let him run on ahead to the car. Being pulled over by his dog was the last thing he needed, especially when there was no-one around to help him – he hadn’t yet seen any of his fellow dog-walkers, which wasn’t all that unusual, he was normally the first one there, and he was sure the mist had put a few of the regulars off.

 

When he made it to his car, Maxwell found Buster waiting patiently alongside it. He gave his head a quick pat before unlocking the driver’s door so he could retrieve his mobile phone from the glove compartment. Following the instructions his son had carefully drilled into him when he gave him the phone, Maxwell unlocked it and dialled nine-nine-nine.

 

The emergency services operator answered the call almost immediately, and Maxwell said in a voice that shook more than he liked, “I need an ambulance, and the police, please.”

 

 

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Author Biography –

After working in the clerical, warehouse and retail industries over the years, without gaining much satisfaction, Alex quit to follow his dream and become a full-time writer. Where There’s A Will is the first book in the Inspector Stone Mysteries series, with more books in the series to come, as well as titles in other genres in the pipeline.

 

When not writing, he is either playing a game or being distracted by Molly the Yorkie, who is greedy for both attention and whatever food is to be found.

 

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USA Today Bestseller @RuthACasie Sits Down for Q and A With Mrs. N #writing #romance #druid


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Thank you so much Mrs. N for inviting me onto your blog.

 

Ruth, how long have you been writing romance? Would you say it has always been your calling?

I’ve been writing romance since 2010. I was an avid reader and hadn’t planned to write a book. A friend was writing a romance and I asked to help her. One thing led to another and we decided we would each write a story and create a series. She was busy with college hunting with her daughter and training for the NY marathon so writing went on the back burner for her. I embraced it and continued. The book was published in 2011.

 

Has writing always been my calling? Not writing but storytelling. When I told my older sister that I had written and published a book she said she wasn’t surprised. I always had a story. She’s fifteen years older than me. One time I got her to wear a cowboy hat and boots while I played Dale Evans (I know, I’m really dating myself here) and charged around on my tricycle.

 

Your Druid Knight series seems like something any historical romance and paranormal romance lover will enjoy. Can you tell us about it?

There are several underlying themes in the stories: trust, family and acceptance. The first two stories are about Rebeka and Arik.

 

In Knight or Runes: Rebeka Tyler never thought herself a warrior, renown authority on medieval and renaissance studies, yes, a martial arts amateur, absolutely, a warrior, definitely not. Tossed into the 17th century, she’s plunged into the midst of a struggle between two druid masters. While she tries to decode the ancient runes and unearth a family secret in order to return she physically fights for her life against the dark druid, Bran, and struggles emotionally with the druid knight, Lord Arik, and the truth about their past. Neither Rebeka nor Arik can succeed by themselves they must partner in order to win. But it will cost her dearly, her heart.

 

In Knight of Rapture Rebeka is tricked to return to the 21st century: For months Lord Arik has been trying to find the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is the easiest part of his quest.

 

Bran, the dark druid, follows Arik across the centuries, tireless in his quest for revenge. He’ll force Arik to make a choice, return to save his beloved family and home or stay in the 21st century and save Rebeka. He can’t save them both.

 

Rebeka Tyler has no recollection of where she’s been the past five months. On top of that, ownership of her home, Fayne Manor, is called into question. When accidents begin to happen it looks more and more like she is the target. Further complicating things is the strange man who conveniently appears wherever trouble brews—watching her, perhaps even….protecting her? Or is he a deliberate attempt to distract her? Rebeka can only be sure of one thing—her family name and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall… in any century.

 

As an added treat, I wrote, The Druid Knights Tale – a Short Story. Here you’ll find out about Rebeka and Arik’s parents.

 

Do you have a day job outside of writing romance? If so, can you tell us about it?

I worked for almost thirty years at JPMorgan in a variety of areas for their global treasury products (checks and money transfers): product management, project management, marketing and communication. I retired four years ago. I was looking forward to writing full time and I haven’t been disappointed.

 

I spend the day writing, editing, researching, and/or promoting my books.

 

You’ve just won a free all-expenses paid trip to anywhere in the world; where would you go and why?

I’ve been very fortunate. I travelled around the world for the bank and have been in many wonderful places. My dream is to follow my family roots back to ‘the old country,’ Russia and find out more about both my mother’s and father’s families.

 

In your Druid Knight books, time travel plays an important part in the plot. If you could time travel to any-when or anywhere, when/where would you go? Why?

I’m in love with medieval England and Scotland. I’ve researched and read about the period and the places. My stories are set in Avebury and the England-Scotland border. Today’s courting rituals are rooted in medieval chivalry. This is the era where romance saw its rise in literature and the stage.

 

Do you have any advice for romance authors just starting out in the industry?

I think the best advice I can give any author is the best way to promote your book is to write the next one.

 

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As a special treat, Ruth has given us three new excerpts to devour. Enjoy! – Mrs. N

 

Excerpt: Knight of Runes

Rebeka stood taller, planted her staff on the ground in a quiet but emphatic fashion and stared squarely into his eyes. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

 

 

Arik shifted his attention to her, taking a moment to observe her in fully. He was used to facing men eye-to-eye. Most were intimidated and unable to hold his stare. He gave her his fiercest look, expecting her to look away, and was stunned to find her staring back at him in the same manner. Arrogant, he thought to himself. But there was also a spark of something he couldn’t pinpoint, an instant chemistry of recognition and challenge. He quickly hid his feelings, a practiced talent.

 

 

She wasn’t as adept. He saw the recognition in her eyes before she won control of her reaction. She registered confusion, a sense of disbelief, and white-hot anger.

 

 

She probably came up to his shoulder. He marveled how the gold and copper flecks in her mahogany hair reflected in the sun. Although her hair was bound up, wisps fell in gentle waves, framing her oval face. He thought her skin looked soft to touch and was vibrant and healthy even through the bruises. Her mouth was full and inviting, her white teeth perfectly straight. But it was her deep-set eyes—an extraordinary shade of violet shot through with flecks of silver—that held his attention. He saw intelligence in them, and passion. The intelligence was a surprise. The passion, well, he stirred that in many women.

 

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Excerpt: Knight of Rapture

“The day appears promising.” Rebeka’s voice brought a smile to his lips. She tugged her shawl closer around her shoulders. “M’lord.” Soft puffs of breath surrounded her mouth. There was indeed a chill in the morning air. She gave him his discarded shirt and waited while he shrugged into it before handing him his ale.

 

“Yes. It will be a good day.” It was always a good day when it began with her at his side. “Almost as good as last night.” They drove each other mad with their verbal banter and soft touches yesterday until she surrendered to him. His reward was to tease her until she yielded last night. Who knew who would yield today? Either way they both won.

 

Her gaze slid from his chest to his face. Her searing expression brought back the warmth of their passionate evening. Her flushed skin was her silent response.

 

He returned his gaze to the valley pretending to be interested in the smoke now rising from a distant chimney. He turned his attention back to her.

 

Faith, how he loved sparring with her.

 

Out of the corner of his eye he caught her blank stare. But the challenge was given and he understood it had been accepted. With a long pull on his ale he returned his attention to the curling smudge in the sky and like a game of chess waited for her to make the next move.

 

She rose on tip toes and bathed his ear with her soft breath. “But not as good as tonight will be,” she whispered. “We celebrate Samhain tonight.”

 

He set the tankard on the wide stone railing before the ale sloshed over its rim.

 

“Happy thoughts for the day, husband.” She laid her hand on his chest and bent to kiss his cheek.

 

He caught her around her waist and brought her face to his. How he adored the passion in her violet eyes. They asked for more. He answered with a searing kiss and teased her mouth open with his tongue. She didn’t protest. Instead she moved closer molding her body into his, fitting like a key in a lock. Encouraged, his tongue swept her mouth and he reveled at the sweet taste. When he released her she stood in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest with his cheek resting on her hair. Quiet and content, he savored the last few moments while the sun rose over the edge of the hill.

 

The sound of footsteps from the Great Hall interrupted them. “Arik? Ah, here you are.” Logan, his younger brother peeked out the terrace door. “Are you ready to leave? The sun rose hours ago. I thought we’d breakfast with the men and start maneuvers today.” Logan gave Rebeka a devilish nod. He casually filched Arik’s forgotten tankard and took a deep swallow.

 

Arik observed the bottom of the sun clear the eastern hill. “Hours?” He shook his head and let out a snort. Threading his fingers through Rebeka’s he gave them a tender squeeze. He had wanted more time with her. He always wanted more time with her. But for now their game was over, at least until tonight. “Hours,” Arik muttered while he released her then took the tankard out of Logan’s hand. “And get your own ale. Better yet, get yourself a wife to bring it to you,” he told Logan in feigned aggravation before he drained the tankard dry.

 

“Ah, but where will I find one like Rebeka?” Another nod for his sister-in-law. Rebeka bobbed a quick curtsey and tried not to laugh.

 

Find one like Rebeka, indeed. There was no one like her, but good sense told him Logan would find a love of his own. He earned that. A cool morning breeze stirred the bottom of Rebeka’s thin night dress and she shivered.

 

“Go inside before you catch your death,” Arik whispered in her ear. She nodded and scooted into the house.

 

“Maneuvers today?” Arik glanced at Logan and observed his pleasure turn to concern. “The winter’s coming. We should make sure the farms are prepared, there’s enough food stored, and the necessary repairs have been made before the snow.” He had hoped the calm that his valiant soldiers fought to achieve in August would last longer. “There’s still more to teach Rebeka. She’s not ready to face Bran.”

 

“She came through the portal to return to you. She’s strong. We need her skills to defeat Bran. We can’t do it without her.” Logan didn’t hide his impatience. “Yet you haven’t taught her about Dark Magick. Instead you hide it from her. And I know why.” Arik almost sneered at Logan. This was an old argument. Logan would have had him start her training after their wedding night.

 

“You’re afraid she won’t be able to control it, that she’ll become like Bran. Don’t you see she’s made of stronger stuff?” Arik waved him off. He stepped away to put space between them. But space wouldn’t help.

 

Who did he fool, certainly not Logan. Arik glanced at his brother and recognized his silent strength. The only fool here was him. He couldn’t continue with this idyllic illusion. Logan was right. He had been delaying teaching her. He knew Dark Magick would test her, change her. And he wanted her just the way she was.

 

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Excerpt: Druid Knight Tales

Dead. Maximilian glared at the wilted mistletoe in disbelief. He poked and prodded the plant. It lay there tired and limp. He had cared for the sacred plant for a year. The Ancestors had trusted him to follow their orders. Find a wife—a soul mate. How difficult could it be? All he needed to do was visit the eligible women and choose one. He slammed his fist onto the rough oak table and bellowed his anger to the empty room. Dishes skidded and crashed to the floor. The lifeless shrub didn’t move. It didn’t change. It sat where he’d put it—robust and healthy—the night before. Now the crumpled brown leaves and withered white berries silently screamed his failure.

 

He could think of no reason why it hadn’t survived. He kept staring at the shriveled plant expecting—no, commanding—it to spring to life. It didn’t. He raked his hand through his hair. Everything he’d worked and trained for over the years was lost. He closed his eyes and traveled to that quiet place deep in his mind where he drew his inner strength. One deep breath, then another. His pounding heart took on a more natural rhythm. The reality of his situation hung on his shoulders like an ox’s yoke.

 

“What’s happened? I heard a loud crash.” Doward rushed into the cottage and scanned the debris on the floor.

 

Max didn’t trust his voice. He shot the druid councilman a look and pointed to the plant on the table. He registered Doward’s unreadable expression and let out a quiet snort. Perhaps that was best. He was grateful his mentor didn’t show his disappointment. Doward, too, had warned him.

 

“One year.” Max tipped up his chin and struck a congenial tone. “I’ll wager no other Grand Master was forced to relinquish his position after only one year.” He turned away, not wanting to see his close friend’s disappointment.

 

“Well,” Doward said. “There was Elgon in the year sixty.”

 

Max’s head popped up. He hadn’t expected Doward to respond. The question had been rhetorical.

 

“You appear to have forgotten your elementary history lessons.” Doward stood shaking an old, crooked finger at him.

 

Max’s mouth opened and closed like a beached fish gasping for air. Only Doward had the nerve, the audacity, to reprimand him. Doward and the Ancestors. He couldn’t forget the Ancestors. They had the ultimate power over him.

 

“Yes, but the Roman invaders killed Elgon at Anglesey.” Max’s distraction was momentary. He leaned on the table and looked Doward in the eye. “They did not depose him because he couldn’t find his soul mate and give her the sacred mistletoe before it died.” He straightened, stepped to the cottage door, and stared out at the day but didn’t appreciate its sunshine or enjoy the invigorating coolness of the December morning. He turned to Doward. “It simply proves the council made the wrong choice.”

 

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Ruth is on her third career. Previously a speech-therapist and international bank product/ marketing manager, her favorite job is writing time-travel romance. She is a USA Today bestselling author of time travel romances about strong women and the men who deserve them. Though new to romance, Ruth jumped in with both feet. Her RWA credentials include: past president and past conference chair of NJRWA, past treasurer of RWA-NYC, and National Conference Workshop Committee Chair. When not writing, wait – she’s always writing. She and awesome husband are empty-nesters live in Teaneck, NJ where she transformed her daughter’s bedroom into her executive office.

 

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Title:   The Soldier’s Return

Author:   Laura Libricz

Genre:   Historical Fiction

Publisher:   Blue Heron Book Works

 

Book Blurb:

The year is 1626. A senseless war rips through parts of Germany. Ongoing animosity between the Catholics and the Protestants has turned into an excuse to destroy much of the landscape situated between France, Italy and Denmark. But religion only plays a minor role in this lucrative business of war.

 

The young Dutchman, Pieter van Diemen, returns to Amsterdam in chains after a period of imprisonment in the Spice Islands. He manages to escape but must leave Amsterdam in a hurry. Soldiers are in demand in Germany and he decides to travel with a regiment until he can desert. His hope of survival is to reach Sichardtshof, the farm in Franconia, Germany; the farm he left ten years ago. His desire to seek refuge with them lies in his fond memories of the maid Katarina and her master, the humanist patrician Herr Tucher. But ten years is a long time and the farm has changed. Franconia is not only torn by war but falling victim to a church-driven witch hunt. The Jesuit priest, Ralf, has his sights set on Sichardtshof as well. Ralf believes that ridding the area of evil will be his saving grace. Can Pieter, Katarina and Herr Tucher unite to fight against a senseless war out of control?

 

The Soldier’s Return is the second book in the Heaven’s Pond Trilogy and will be released September 15, 2017.

 

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Katarina, March 1626

 

Katarina poked at the fire and threw two logs on the embers. Sparks sailed up the flue and the flames revived. Twice last night she’d been to the kitchen to keep this fire burning. Fire was the sustainer of life, the taker as well. She lit a tallow lamp, opened the door to the low-vaulted stable adjoining the kitchen and hung the lamp on a hook rammed into the sandstone. The two cows lowed and her goat yawned. Their water was empty, the troughs too. She crossed the hay-strewn stone stable floor and opened the door leading out to the paddock. Bleating sheep, more than the paddock could accommodate, threatened to break through the wooden fencing.

 

Strange rumblings groaned and swelled underground, traveling towards the Sichardtshof farm along the Aisch River. Katarina imagined some heavy, tethered beasts grumbling while pulling slow-rolling burdens. She brushed aside the memories of the last visits from the mercenaries like she was clearing sticky cobwebs from the rafters. The past was not to be relived, Herr Tucher told her. Rise above it or it will destroy you, he said.

 

She took her overcoat down from the peg on the wall, shrugged into it, grabbed a bucket and hurried back through the kitchen and up the few steps to the house’s main entrance. She pulled on one of the double doors. In the winter the wood door swelled and stuck in the frame, squealing on the stone floor as she pulled it open.

 

She rushed past the half-timbered barn and the adjoining stable that dominated the other outbuildings forming the oval farmyard. A lamp burned somewhere inside. Tanner the Elder was awake, tending the horses. Distinctive sounds rose above the rumblings now: men’s shouts and whistles, the clank of chains from animals’ harnesses. Katarina startled as a flock of waterfowl squawked into flight from the ponds that lined the lowest point of the hollow called the Edelgraben. The water reflected the eerie, pink light of the dawn. The hills that protected the farm on either side of the hollow were shrouded in mist. But the hills never stopped the soldiers from coming before. The men knew the Sichardtshof farm was here and what it had to offer.

 

It was too early in the year for soldiers to be traveling. The nights were still frozen and dark. Friert’s am 40-Ritter-Tag, so kommen noch 40 Fröste nach. Because there was frost today, March 10, the day of Forty Martyrs, the farmers said forty more days of frost would fall upon the land. But Katarina smelled a slight turn in the air, as if the emerging vegetation let off a scent to attract and entice—a lush, green smell. Buds developed on the low bushes surrounding the square stone well and when the leaves filled in, the bushes made a good hiding place for the children. After such a long, cold, dark winter, these inklings of spring should afford some comfort. But Katarina took more comfort in the fact that in the winter, the soldiers moved into winter quarters and stayed away. This past winter was peaceful and Katarina had almost forgotten the rest of the world; the troubled world beyond the farm.

 

Katarina’s trembling hand grabbed time and time again for the rope and finally pulled the bucket up out of the well, craning her neck to look over the bushes back to the crooked little workers’ house. Covered in bramble bushes, she could just make out the glow of a fire through the tiny kitchen window. A figure passed by inside. The Tanner family and the other workers must be awake too. Katarina set the full bucket down by a small surplus of buckets next to the well and ran back to the house. Brambles snagged on her trousers as she softly rapped on the door.

 

“Who is it?” a man’s voice growled.

 

“It’s me, Tanner, let me in.”

 

The door to the workers’ house creaked open. Tanner’s large frame filled out the doorway. Behind him, ceramic mugs clinked, water boiled, a baby cried, men spoke in low tones and a woman coughed. Tanner looked over Katarina’s head and sighed, running a hand through his short, dark blond hair. His cheeks were flushed with the heat of the fire.

 

“Listen,” Katarina said.

 

He nodded, understanding. “Wake the master.”

 

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Author Biography:

Laura Libricz was born and raised in Bethlehem PA and moved to Upstate New York when she was 22. After working a few years building Steinberger guitars, she received a scholarship to go to college. She tried to ‘do the right thing’ and study something useful, but spent all her time reading German literature.

 

She earned a BA in German at The College of New Paltz, NY in 1991 and moved to Germany, where she resides today. When she isn’t writing she can be found sifting through city archives, picking through castle ruins or aiding the steady flood of musical instruments into the world market.

 

Her first novel, The Master and the Maid, is the first book of the Heaven’s Pond Trilogy. The Soldier’s Return is the second.

 

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Paddington’s Finest Hour by Michael Bond and @HarperCollinsCh #kidlit #bookreview #Netgalley


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Title: Paddington’s Finest Hour

Author: Michael Bond (Author), Peggy Fortnum (Illustrator), R. W. Alley (Illustrator)

Genre: Children’s Books, Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

A brand-new title from Michael Bond chronicling new and exciting adventures of Paddington Bear!

 

Somehow Paddington always finds himself in extraordinary situations, so it is no surprise when he appears in a popular TV cooking show, finds himself on a stage giving one of his hard stares to a hypnotist, and performing some precarious tricks at Mr. Gruber’s birthday party.

 

For nearly sixty years, Paddington has enchanted readers around the world with his numerous misadventures and earnest good intentions. From master storyteller Michael Bond, and with interior illustrations by R. W. Alley, this new Paddington adventure will charm and delight readers of all ages.

 

My Review:

I’ve been a huge fan of Paddington Bear ever since I was four years old. I read all of the books I could get my hands on and as time went by, the more I cherished my Paddington books (still own them). When I heard that Harper Collins UK was releasing a brand-new Paddington book (from a friend on Goodreads), I requested it on Netgalley. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be the same as the classic Paddington adventures of my youth but was thrilled to hear that this was written by Michael Bond before his passing.

 

Paddington and the Browns are back for seven all-new adventures and they include some delightful mishaps such as pouring rain and the post, gardening, a cooking show and more. The chemistry and whimsy are infused in Paddington’s Finest Hour for a whole new generation of readers. I loved it and read it over and over again. Whether you are a child or a grown-up, you’ll fall in love with Paddington all over again. The illustrations are beautiful and reminiscent of the classic illustrations. A must own and read!

 

Many thanks to Harper Collins UK and Netgalley for giving me an ARC in the hopes I’d review it.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Paddington. He’s one of my favourite literary characters and reading this book reminded me of reconnecting with a childhood friend. No matter how much time has gone by, they’re still lovely.

 

My Rating: 5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Michael Bond began chronicling Paddington’s adventures in his first book, A Bear Called Paddington, published in 1958. Fortunately, bears don’t need much encouragement, and Paddington has since filled the pages of twelve further novels, a variety of picture books, and many other projects written for the young at heart.

 

R.W. Alley has illustrated a number of books featuring Paddington Bear. He lives in Barrington, Rhode Island, with his wife, author Zoë B. Alley.

 

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400 years couldn’t keep them apart – The Druid Knight series by @RuthACasie #books #TuesdayBookBlog


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“I’m a huge fan of time-travel romance and throw in druids, magick plus history, you’ve got one of the best books I’ve read since Jude Deveraux’s A Knight in Shining Armor. I loved the story-telling ability of the author. Her words painted vivid imagery and truthfully, I was under her spell. The whole series is a must-read.” — N. N. Light 

 

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Title KNIGHT OF RUNES

Series The Druid Knight

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Historical Fantasy, Time Travel

Publisher Carina Press

 

Book Blurb

When Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka Tyler wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style, he’s intrigued.

 

 

Rebeka is no ordinary seventeenth-century woman—she’s travelled back from the year 2011, and she desperately wants to return to her own time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to find out what’s killing Arik’s land. But as she works to decode the ancient runes that are the key to solving this mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.

 

 

As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik’s household schemes to keep them apart, and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.

 

 

Excerpt

“Hand me that planking.” Arik pointed to the nearest board.
Simon grabbed the plank and examined it. “Sir, these boards have been deliberately removed.”

 

Arik took the board and lifted it before him. An arrow whooshed out of the trees, and slammed into the plank’s edge. Willem pulled his axe from his belt as Arik and Simon drew their swords. In a fluid, practiced movement, Willem spun and found his mark. He sent his axe flying. The archer fell into the river and was swept downstream, Willem’s axe still lodged in his forehead. A dozen or more attackers broke through the stand of trees.

 

Arik tossed the board into the river and readied his sword. The enemy was poorly dressed carrying clubs and knives. There was only one sword among them. The leader. Arik’s target.

 

“They plan to pin us here at the river’s edge. Come, we’ll take the offensive before they form up.” They moved forward, driving a wedge through the enemy’s ragged line, forcing what little formation they had to scatter and fight, each man for himself.

 

A man, club in hand, rushed at Arik. Before the attacker could bring his weapon into play, Arik pivoted around him. He raised his sword high, and slammed the hilt’s steel pommel squarely on the man’s head. Arik moved on before the man’s lifeless body dropped to the ground.

 

Willem and Simon, on either side of Arik, advanced through the melee. Their swift continuous swordplay moved smoothly from one stroke to the next, whipping through the air. They slashed on the downswing and again on the backswing, sweeping their weapons back into position to repeat the killing sequence. The knight and his soldiers steadily advanced, punishing any man who dared to come near them.

 

“For Honor!” Logan’s war cry carried from the small camp to Arik’s ears.

 

Arik stiffened. Both camps were now under attack. He pulled his blade from an attacker’s chest. The body crumpled to the blood-soaked ground. Arik breathed deeply, the coppery taste of blood in the air. “For Honor!” he bellowed in answer. His men echoed his call, arms thrown wide, muscles quivering, the berserker’s rage overtaking them.

 

The remaining attackers paled and fled headlong into the forest.

 

Motioning to his men to follow, Arik raced toward the camp. He could hear the shouts, and cursed himself for not seeing the danger. He crested the hill and came to an abrupt halt.

 

Logan’s sword ripped through the air as he protected Doward. The tinker drew his short blade and did as much damage as he could. But it was the woman Arik noticed. Her skirt hiked up, she twirled her walking stick like a weapon with an expertise that left him slack-jawed. She dispatched the attackers, one by one, in a deadly well-practiced dance. A man rushed toward her, knife in hand. The sneer on his face didn’t match the fear in his eyes. She stepped out of his line of attack, extended her stick to her side, and holding it with both hands swept the weapon forward, striking the attacker across the bridge of his nose. Blood exploded from his face in an arc of fine spray as his head snapped back. Droplets dusted her face creating an illusion of bright red freckles. As he fell, she reversed her swing and caught him hard behind his knees. He went down on his back, spread-eagled. She swung her stick over her head and landed a precise and disabling blow to his forehead that knocked him unconscious.

 

As she spun to face the next threat her eyes captured Arik’s and held. In the space of an instant, time slowed to a crawl. Her hair slowly loosened from its pins and swirled out around her. His breath caught and his heartbeat quickened as a rapturous surge raced through his body. Something eternal and familiar, with a sense of longing, unsettled him. In the next heartbeat, she tore her eyes away, leaving him empty. Time resumed its normal pace. Another attacker lay at her feet.

 

Arik joined the fight.

 

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Ruth is on her third career. Previously a speech-therapist and international bank product/ marketing manager, her favorite job is writing time-travel romance. She is a USA Today bestselling author of time travel romances about strong women and the men who deserve them. Though new to romance, Ruth jumped in with both feet. Her RWA credentials include: past president and past conference chair of NJRWA, past treasurer of RWA-NYC, and National Conference Workshop Committee Chair. When not writing, wait – she’s always writing. She and awesome husband are empty-nesters live in Teaneck, NJ where she transformed her daughter’s bedroom into her executive office.

 

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Title Druid Knight Tales

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Historical Fantasy, Time Travel

Publisher Timeless Scribes

 

Book Blurb

Maximilian, the druid Grand Master, was given a year to find his soul mate. On the final day, the sacred mistletoe has shriveled and died—proclaiming his failure. He must do what no other Grand Master has done before and journey to meet with the Ancestors formally relinquish his title.

 

Ellyn of Brodgar has the gift of healing. But each use of her magick, through a kiss, depletes her energy and brings her closer to death. Time is running out as she searches for a way to continue saving lives—especially her own.

 

Max and Ellyn are tossed into the Otherworld together—a place filled with magick and wonder, it’s also fraught with danger, traps, and death. They have only until the third sunset to find the Ancestors, or be lost to the world forever. The domineering druid must work with the stubborn healer, not only for survival, but for the promise of the future—a future together.

 

Extended Version:

Included an epilogue fifteen years later. See how the man destined for Max and Ellyn’s daughter takes the first steps in becoming a druid knight.

 

Arik, son of Frendrel and Dimia, prepares for training with his adopted brother, Bran, setting into motion a ripple effect that will carry love, betrayal, and death across the centuries.

 

Excerpt

Penetrating blue-gray eyes stared out from the cocoon of dark wool that enrobed the woman. The cheeks on her porcelain-white face appeared tinged with a splash of pink. Her natural berry-red lips were turned up in a welcoming smile. “Grand Master.” She dipped a well-executed curtsy.

 

Fendrel’s healer was much different than the old crone he had anticipated. This woman was regal and beautiful. The gleam in her eyes was calm and comforting. He had a strange sensation, which made no sense at all, that he had known her for a long time. At ease with her, he allowed himself to relax and returned her open smile with one of his own.

 

“This is Ellyn of Brodgar,” said Fendrel. “She has been our healer for the last year. Our situation was grave. It was her healing skills that kept us alive. I would like you to accept her into our clan.”

 

The knuckles on Ellyn’s hand turned white from grasping her staff firmly. Her head whipped around at Fendrel.

 

Max observed, fascinated the elder was oblivious to the daggers the woman’s eyes flung at him. So, Fendrel hadn’t told her of his plan and if Max wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t pleased.

 

“Thank you, Fendrel,” said Ellyn. “Your request is a great honor. I will be your healer for as long as I am with you.” She turned to Max, her face serene. Her iron grip on the staff relaxed.

 

Fendrel sputtered.

 

“You are welcome into Fendrel’s clan for as long as you see fit to stay with us,” said Max. He was certain he saved Fendrel from getting his head bashed with the staff the woman carried. “Brodgar is in the Orkneys. You are far from home.”

 

“I go where I am needed.” Her voice was soft—her tone evasive.

 

Max gave her a benign smile. She was tall and graceful. Loose tendrils of curls softened her face. Dark lashes swept down against her cheekbone. She gazed at him with bright, intelligent eyes. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He sensed her trying to press in on his mind and blocked her attempt so fast she winced in pain. He’d made his point. She would not try that again.

 

“If you will excuse me.” She turned to leave. “I would like to look in on Dimia and the baby to make certain they’re settled in for the night,” she said to the new father.

 

“Of course, Ellyn. I will see you back to camp.” Fendrel approached the two men. “Thank you, Grand Master. Doward. We will see you tomorrow.” He and Ellyn went back down the small rise.

 

“Interesting girl,” remarked Doward after they were gone. “You didn’t have to be rough on her. She was only curious.” Doward chuckled.

 

Max stared after her.

 

She wasn’t at all what she seemed.

 

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Title KNIGHT OF RAPTURE

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Historical Fantasy, Time Travel

Publisher Timeless Scribes

 

Book Blurb

He crossed the centuries to find her…

 

For months Lord Arik has been trying to find the right combination of runes to create the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is only the beginning of his quest. He arrives in the 21st century to find her memory of him erased, his legacy on the brink of destruction, and traces of dark magick at every turn.

 

A threat has followed…

 

Bran, the dark druid, is more determined than ever to get his revenge. His evil has spread across the centuries. Arik will lose all. Time is his weapon, and he’s made sure his plan leaves no one dear to Arik, in past or present, safe from the destruction.

 

But their enemy has overlooked the strongest magick of all…

 

Professor Rebeka Tyler is dealing with more than just a faulty memory. Ownership of Fayne Manor, her home, has been called into question. Convenient accidents begin happening putting those she cares for in the line of fire. And then there’s the unexpected arrival of a strange man dressed like he belonged in a medieval fair—a man who somehow is always around when needed, and always on her mind. She doesn’t know who to trust. But one thing is certain. Her family line and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall, not on her watch… in any century.

 

Excerpt

She took another step and past the stone marker.

 

The air chilled and the sky turned an array of colors. Everything around her began to swirl. She realized her mistake too late. The portal, she was in the portal.

 

Arik. Close to him now, she reached for him but her hand passed through the form. She examined her hand turning it over then spotted the shadow of the man.

 

An illusion?

 

The shadow turned towards her. She watched as the wind washed over his face and it changed. “Bran,” she whispered in disbelief. Her head swiveled while she searched for something, anything to grab on to. The portal had one use and she had no intention of leaving.

 

Get out, her brain shouted.

 

His lips twisted into a cynical sneer. He tilted his head in jaunty satisfaction, snapped his fingers and vanished.

 

“No,” she yelled. “Arik,” she closed her eyes and screamed in her head trying to mind touch him while the wind tore at her.

 

“Beka,” he boomed.

 

Her eyes snapped open. She shielded them from the dust and debris and stared at Arik on the other side of the opening. He stood at the high plateau, miles away. His hands were braced on the opening’s edges, which were nothing more than solid streams of whirling wind. He struggled to keep the portal from closing.

 

“Come.” His voice didn’t allow for any argument.

 

The wind whipped at her, pushed her back. She tried again. “I can’t. The wind. Keeps. Pushing. Me. Away.” She shoved her staff in front of her and anchored it in the ground. Against the gusting wind, pulled herself towards him.

 

“A little more, Beka.” He gripped the edge of the portal with one hand and stretched the other out to her. She shoved her hand towards him as far as she could. The tips of their fingers brushed. In a burst of effort he caught the top of her hand, a precarious hold. With a tight grasp she wrapped her fingers around his thumb.

 

Safe, she wasn’t far now.

 

She concentrated on his face. The corners of his mouth turned up as he pulled her towards safety. The wind grew stronger buffeting around them then changed its path.

 

Before she could brace herself for the new direction, the gust blasted them. Without a firm grip, her hand began to slip. She pushed through the building panic. His smile slipped. The expression on his face turned to determination. Again her hand slipped until he held her by her fingertips.

 

He held them fast—crushing them but that didn’t matter. He had to hold on to her. Every muscle strained. Inch by inch he brought her closer to him. She tried to help him the best way she could. Anchored to the edge of the portal, Arik encouraged her on. But his alternatives were limited. The closer she got to him, the stronger the gale blew. Just a little closer, that’s all she needed for Arik to grab her and get her out of the portal.

 

The wind exploded from another direction.

 

The blasting gale pushed her staff away from the opening, across the dirt, cutting an ugly scar in the ground and dragging her away with her staff.

 

Away from Arik.

 

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