Author Interview: p.m. terrell & April in the Back of Beyond

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Author Interview: p.m. terrell

1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?

I have always enjoyed reading mysteries and suspense. There is something about a book that keeps the reader on the edge of their seats, danger lurking just beyond the next page, chapters ending in cliff-hangers. Because I enjoy reading those types of books, they are the ones I wanted to also write.

I research intensively, and during one research session, I came upon the story of two brothers that had been murdered in Ireland in 1919. What truly wrenched at my heart was their mother’s story; she had been there and had tried unsuccessfully to stop the killers from murdering her sons. It changed her and the rest of her life. I knew I had to write this story. I made it fiction and changed the location, because the descendants of both the killers and their victims are still alive. But I wanted to tell the mother’s story. She became April Crutchley in the book, April in the Back of Beyond. When writer Hayley Hunter arrives to research her next historical book, it is early April and the tourist season has not yet begun. But she soon realizes the cottage she is renting in a remote corner of Ireland—someplace the locals call ‘the back of beyond’—is haunted by April’s ghost. The title then became a play on words, depicting the month but also the woman who refuses to leave the back of beyond even in death.


2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a firstborn, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world?

I am right in the middle of five children. I believe this allowed me to see the world through my older brother’s and sister’s eyes as well as through my younger brother’s and sister’s eyes. In a rapidly changing world, it also allowed me to see firsthand how technological advancements registered in each of their lives.


3. Where is your favorite place to write?

I write in my office. It’s secluded, though I have 360 degree views. I need quiet time to escape into the worlds of my characters. I always write on the computer, never by hand, and I’m constantly editing while I’m working on that first draft. I think back to my first books written on a Smith-Corona typewriter, and wow, have we come a long way!


4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?

Killing my darlings is extremely difficult, and I can only do it when there is something to be learned from their passing. I write a lot of historical works and novels with dual timelines, and that somehow makes it easier for me to kill someone in the distant past, knowing what the future will bring.

The most difficult person I had to write off was Cahir O’Doherty. The story, Checkmate: Clans and Castles, was true; otherwise, I would never have killed him. Handsome, charismatic, highly intelligent, devoted to his wife and fiercely loyal to his people, he was the last Gaelic King of Ireland. When the English invaded Ireland and he mounted O’Doherty’s Rebellion, he was killed on the battlefield while only in his 20s. In a truly barbaric manner, the English took his head to Dublin Castle and displayed it for all to see.

5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?

I don’t have just one favorite author but many, and I am constantly discovering more whose work I truly enjoy. I have come to the conclusion that each person’s journey is uniquely their own, so what worked for one author may not work for another. I suppose the burning question I would ask is how they envisioned their work changing the world and whether they believe they accomplished that.

6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.

I was taught as a child of the 1960’s that only Earth is capable of sustaining life forms, that we live only one life (even if it was to be just for one day or a matter of hours), and in heaven and hell. As an adult, I’ve thrown all of those teachings out the window. I believe in such a vast and limitless cosmos, there must be other life forms on other planets that we simply have not yet discovered. I believe in reincarnation and a continuous soul, and I believe that our bodies live inside our souls and not the other way around.

7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?

Only three? Packets that make saltwater drinkable, my iPad with its solar charger and a multi-tool. The packets would make sure I don’t die of dehydration. The iPad contains thousands (literally!) of books that would keep me entertained when I’m not working to physically survive. And the multi-tool would help me in all those situations where I need a knife or a hammer or some other device to help me make a structure and cut down food or snare a fish. And if I could sneak in a fourth item, it would be a good supply of trail mix.


8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be?

I would want to see into the future. There is always so much uncertainty in life, and while writing my books I am often seeing the historical backdrop through my characters’ eyes, who don’t know how events will play out and often they are in life-or-death situations. I’d love to be able to see what would happen if a particular path was chosen in my own life, much like I do with my characters.


9. Favorite snack?

Aplets and Cotlets. They’re from a Turkish recipe consisting of fruit jellies dusted with powdered sugar. They’re so delicious.

10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit?

Are any police officers reading this? Then I always drive the speed limit, of course.

Thank you for having me here today!

April in the Back of Beyond

by p.m.terrell

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GENRE: Romantic Suspense/Ghost Story

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BLURB:

Writer Hayley Hunter has arrived in Ireland to complete a book on Irish history. When she discovers the old carriage house she is renting is haunted, she is determined to uncover the truth behind the burned ruins of a nearby manor house and the abandoned British barracks it overlooks. With the assistance of Shay Macgregor, an Irish historian, her quest will take her to 1919 and the Irish War for Independence, exposing the murders of two young men and why their mother, April Crutchley, refuses to leave the back of beyond even in death. With a budding romance and the opportunity to begin life anew, Hayley finds her own life is now in jeopardy as she gets closer to a truth the villagers have long sought to bury.

Excerpt:

When I heard the soft sobs, I realized I had drifted off once more and in my half-awakened state, I thought the cries were connected to my discordant dreams. I lay there with a groan on my lips not quite ready to spill out and wishing I could simply sleep peacefully before it was too late and I would be forced to arise for the long day ahead. I felt the bedcovers slip away from my bare shoulders and I fought to open my eyes.

When they finally did open, I discovered that I was completely uncovered. The bedcovers had been pulled to the foot of the bed and were shivering inches from my feet as they lay heaped into an unkempt triangle about three feet in height. I blinked once and then twice, my mind not grasping what my eyes were witnessing, for surely it must be a trick of the eyes to think the covers were still moving.

It was then that I realized the soft sobs had continued even after I had fully awakened and they were not part and parcel of my overactive dream state but they were real and they were coming from the direction of the blanket.

“You don’t understand,” came the sound of a woman’s voice, wracked with anguished sobs. “They are still here.”

“No, sweet darling,” returned a weary man’s voice that sounded so close I nearly jumped out of my skin. “They are with God now.”

“I’m telling you they are not,” the woman answered, her weeping growing more tormented. “They’ve never left. They’re still here.”

Within the space of a single heartbeat, I saw myself just a few nights ago, convinced the voices came from outside my window. Then I was pulled into the present to fight the horrifying realization that I was sharing my bed with two apparitions.

I slid my feet away from the covers in excruciatingly slow progress, afraid at any moment my movements would alert the phantoms of my presence. I tucked my feet and knees close to my torso as I came to an uneasy seated position, almost fetal in an attempt to occupy as little space as possible.

The room had become an icebox despite the radiators and I found myself shivering almost in tandem with the blanket. I had no idea how long I sat there, curled against the headboard and pillows, watching the foot of the bed and listening to the disembodied voices that filled the air. But then something seemed to snap inside me, fully awakening me to the present time and despite my fear, despite my trepidation, I grew impatient with myself. I reached a trembling hand toward the bedcovers, intent on pulling them over me to fight the chill as well as reassure me that they were not wet.

But at the precise moment I felt the dampness under my fingers, the sobbing stopped, replaced by a gasp that was not my own. I yanked the covers to the side, determined to discover what mechanical device lay beneath. The material jerked away from me as though I was engaged in a tug-of-war and the gasp was replaced with a woman’s blood-curdling scream and a man’s shouts.

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p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than 23 books in multiple genres, including contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer instructional, non-fiction and children’s books.

Prior to writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department of Defense. Her specialties were in the detection of white-collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.

A full-time author since 2002, Black Swamp Mysteries was her first series, inspired by the success of Exit 22, released in 2008. Vicki’s Key was a top-five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee, and The Pendulum Files was a national finalist for the Best Cover of the Year in 2014. Her second series, Ryan O’Clery Suspense, is also award-winning. The Tempest Murders (Book 1) was one of four finalists in the 2013 International Book Awards, cross-genre category. Her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in Nashville, Tennessee. Songbirds are Free is her bestselling book to date; it is inspired by the true story of Mary Neely, who was captured in 1780 by Shawnee warriors near Fort Nashborough (now Nashville, TN).

She was the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She was the founder of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in the town of Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime and served as its chairperson and organizer for its first four years. She also served on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County (NC) Public Library, the Robeson County (NC) Arts Council, Virginia Crime Stoppers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.

For more information, book trailers, excerpts and more, visit the author’s website at www.pmterrell.com.

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Author Interview: R. Scott Wallis & The Maine Nemesis

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Author Interview: R. Scott Willis

1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?

Given how many soapy dramas I watch on television, you’d think I’d be a romance writer or something similar, but I’ve always written suspense and thriller stories. I think I enjoy building the action slowly, incorporating lots of twists and turns, and making the reader second-guess themselves throughout the book. But at the same time, I love friendships, budding love affairs, and dialogue—my all-time favorite thing to write—so I absolutely have to incorporate those elements into everything I do, too. I started the Skyler Moore Thriller series because I’d never had a female main character before, and I thought it was beyond time. I also sketched out an idea where each book would take place in a different U.S. state, and instantly knew that the first book would be set in Maine, because I spent so much time there as a kid. The southern coast of Maine has a special place in my heart and when it’s 112º here in Las Vegas, Nevada in the summertime, man, I wish I was there enjoying endless lobster rolls and cool summer evenings on the porch.


2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a firstborn, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world?

I was the first of two. My sister is two years younger than me and we are very close and always have been. I honestly have never given the fact that I am the firstborn, or older, a second thought; I always saw my sister as my equal. We played well together, stuck up for each other, and ended up being very similar. We’re both writers—she’s worked for Martha Stewart for 20+ years—and I always go to her for advice both personally and professionally.


3. Where is your favorite place to write?

Right here at my desk in my home office. I’ve always had a dedicated home office since graduating from college—usually a spare bedroom in my house—but now I have what might be called the parlor at the front of the house. It’s across the front hall from the living room and I have windows facing both east and west. It’s quiet and away from the parts of the house with the most activity. I typically write from 6:00 a.m. until 10-ish, seven days a week. I’m really only good for four hours, then my brain starts drifting off to all the other things I need to get done. But no matter where I am, I can’t sit facing a wall. My desk is always in the middle of the room, facing out. And coffee is a must-have.


4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?

This question gave me the chills and I have absolutely no idea what it means. I will guess that you mean characters that I’ve come to know and love? Well, I never hesitate to off someone if it’s good for the story, because I know that I can always make another one to take his or her place. Isn’t that what Bill Cosby always used to say? “I brought you into this world, I can take you out.”


5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?

I don’t have a favorite author. I like so many for so many different reasons that I could never pick one. That’s like asking a mother to pick her favorite kid! But, I’ll select Stuart Woods. He’s written a gazillion (beachy, airplane) books that I have enjoyed over the years—mostly his Stone Barrington series of 50+ books. What I like most about his writing is the dialogue and friendships; they seem real and genuine to me. His work might very well be the ultimate inspiration for my characters. And like Stone, my Skyler Moore isn’t a sleuth by trade, but gets into all kinds of jams along the way. I guess what I’d have to ask Stuart is, how did you possibly churn out so much material? Did you have help? Do you write eight hours a day, every day? And, how do you ignore the haters (because there are always haters, even for the most popular writers)?


6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.

I once got fired by a billionaire because of a post I wrote on my personal blog that only four people read before I took it down. It wasn’t scandalous or reckless, but it pissed off the wrong person and the damage was done. I learned a valuable lesson that day, and it was also the best thing that has ever happened to me, because since that day, I have never worked for anyone else…only myself! I can no longer be fired.


7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?

Schweppes Club Soda, a credit card with no limit, and a satellite phone. I’m calling someone to come get me and I don’t care what it costs. I hate the beach, bugs, camping, water, and loneliness. So, I’m outta there! 


8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be?

I’d love to be able to zip around from place to place in the blink of an eye. I love to travel. I love going back to the east coast to visit my friends and family there. But I detest the journey. Commercial air travel is the absolute pits these days and I have trouble sitting still for hours on end. Hell, I can’t even sit through a whole Broadway show, so a plane ride to Hawaii or Asia or something like that would literally kill me. I’m not kidding, I can’t do it. So, that’s what I’d pick. It worked for Samantha Stevens on “Bewitched,” it could work for me, too.


9. Favorite snack?

Ruffles Potato Chips dipped in French onion dip. The. Best.


10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? I go 1,000,000 miles an hour. That’s how I write. I sit down and write the first draft as fast as I can without ever going back to read anything. Then, when I’m done, I’ll go back and pick up the pieces and fix things that may have fallen off on the track. It seems to work for me. And, no, I don’t always know where I’m going to end up when the race begins, but I usually figure it out somewhere about halfway through.

The Maine Nemesis

by R. Scott Wallis

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GENRE:   Suspense

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BLURB:

Fiercely independent, insatiably curious, and always up for an adventure, public relations hotshot Skyler Moore is a hero for our time. She’s decidedly not a sleuth by trade, but mayhem often comes knocking as she and her friends visit the small towns and big cities of America.

In “The Maine Nemesis,” Skyler decides to spend the summer at her seaside cottage in Wabanaki, Maine, with her best friend—celebrity chef Brenda Braxton—and they have no idea that murder will be on the menu. But women are turning up dead in the once sleepy village where nothing ever happens. With the residents up in arms and the rinky-dink police force overwhelmed, Skyler and her friends feel compelled to lend a hand to save the town they love so much. The backdrop is classic New England Americana: lobster rolls, the whole town out for the Fourth of July, and summer evenings cooled by the ocean breeze. That…and an occasional murder, a kidnapping, and a few dangerous liaisons.

Skyler’s mile-a-minute adventure will keep you turning the pages to see what comes next for her and her Down East ‘friends.’

Excerpt:

There were only a handful of orangeries in the United States and Lois Millhouse had one in her side yard. The tall metal and glass structure was an architectural marvel—fashioned after the original 17th-century orangery on the grounds of the Palace of Versailles in France, albeit much smaller—and had been featured in several magazine and newspaper articles over the years. Most recently, House Beautiful did a cover shoot on the property.

Inside, orange trees flourished year-round at one end and flowering plants such as Tropical Anthurium, various varieties of roses, African Violets, and scores of orchids were extremely well maintained on the other. Lois employed three part-time employees to tend to ‘her babies’ and she toiled in the greenhouse herself most mornings after she ate breakfast and had carefully read every page of the Wall Street Journal. She had a thing for financial news and plants, in that order.

And, of course, for making Wabanaki everything it should have become decades earlier.

On Tuesday morning, she was on her hands and knees cleaning up a broken pot and spilled soil when she heard someone approaching. She turned her head to see Skyler holding a pie plate and smiling widely.

“I hope I didn’t startle you,” Skyler said. “I was knocking, but I don’t think anyone heard me.”

“I don’t startle too easily, Skyler,” Lois said, getting to her feet. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m fine. I brought you a pie. It’s apple. Not blueberry.”

Lois chuckled. “You are very sweet. And, yes, I do not eat blueberries anymore. I appreciate them, mind you.” She waved her arms around like a flight attendant pointing out emergency exits. “I wouldn’t have all this without those little blueberries, now would I?”

“I have a feeling that you’d be successful no matter what.”

“You didn’t come over here just to give me a pie, now did you?”

“You’ve seen right through me.”

Lois pulled off her gloves and set them on the potting bench. “You’re working with my grandson to keep the Chowder House from sinking in bad press.”

“I am.”

“Thank you for that. And Wabanaki thanks you.”

“Well, Madam Mayor, I too have dedicated my life to this town.”

“I know that very well,” Lois said. “Let’s go get some coffee. There’s always a fresh pot in the kitchen.”

Skyler followed the old woman through a side door, down a covered breezeway, and up a few steps into the main house. They were in the cavernous kitchen and sitting at the built-in banquette sipping coffee out of enormous mugs when a young woman appeared out of nowhere and set a plate of muffins in the center of the table. She was gone as quickly as she appeared.

“Who was that?”

“Midge,” Lois said softly. “She’s new. And like a ghost. I hardly hear her moving about the house but she manages to clean and bake and sort the mail and she changes my bed sheets every day like at a first class hotel. I’m paying her next to nothing. It makes me feel bad. But I enjoy the help.”

“Maybe she deserves a raise,” Skyler said, biting into a muffin. “These are amazing. And still warm.”

“I will be sure to compensate her appropriately. So, what is on your mind?”

“Brenda and I were talking yesterday and she told me that she had a drink with an old mutual friend of ours, a man named Augie Alameda.” Skyler stopped and inspected the woman’s face for some kind of recognition.

“And?” Lois asked evenly.

“Well, to be very blunt, we wondered if perhaps you hired him.”

“Hired him to do what?”

“Seriously? Do you not know him?”

“It’s really none of your business, frankly.”

Skyler blushed. “It’s sort of my business. I mean, that’s my business. I’m a public relations professional. It’s what I do. And it’s what I’m doing for Tanner and the Chowder House. We all want to see Wabanaki overcome this slump, don’t we? Especially the mayor?”

“My dear,” Lois began sweetly, “I want nothing more than for this town to flourish. Just like my plants out there. But I did not hire this Mr. Alameda to do anything and I have no idea what he does anyway. How could he possibly help?”

“You said it was none of my business, like there was something there.”

“Because I meant that, not because I actually have something to hide from you. I don’t think I like you coming in here and interrogating me, that’s all. You’re a P.R. professional, not a detective on the Wabanaki police force.

“I see. And I am sorry if I upset you.”

“I’m not upset. But I will bite. Who is Augie Alameda?”

Skyler gave the woman a rundown of Augie’s credentials and history. “And he got Brenda her start.”

“But you don’t like him?” Lois asked.

“I don’t, but that’s because we worked together a few times and we’re both pretty much independent contractors. We’re both solo practitioners, if you will. We butted heads and it wasn’t pretty.”

 “But he can get the job done?”

“Oh yes. He can. And he most certainly will. Which is why the Chowder House and the Lobster Shanty and the Sea Captain’s Inn and all the businesses in town need to be prepared. Combined with the Boston Globe piece that’s coming, we could get quite busy.”

“I’m thrilled, Skyler,” Lois said, standing, indicating that the visit was over, “I really am. But it wasn’t me.”

They exchanged pleasantries and Skyler was shown the door. It didn’t actually slam shut behind her, but it felt that way.

Skyler was more suspicious than ever and wondered if the Mayor was lying to her…or if someone else was behind Augie’s coming to town.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

R. Scott Wallis is endlessly inspired by his surroundings and adventures. And he thrives on new chapters and creating unique projects to keep himself out of trouble. Scott started his working life as an advance person and assistant to a sitting United States Vice President. Later, he served as the creative director for a leading Washington think tank. That led to working directly for one of the richest men on Earth, conceiving and executing exclusive events for his billionaire friends. Tired of working for the man, Scott became a top-rated pop-culture podcaster and celebrity interviewer, while also dabbling in both the worlds of clothing manufacturing (creating his own baby clothes brand that was sold in over 300 stores nationwide) and retail sales, with his own well-received men’s clothing store.


Always willing to lend a hand or donate what he can, he’s an enthusiastic philanthropist, championing causes such as childhood bullying, animal adoption, and feeding the less fortunate. A wide-eyed world traveler, Scott has been to four continents, mostly by sea. While he loves exploring Europe and the Caribbean islands, it’s the vast United States that he likes best. He’s been to Alaska four times, Hawaii twice, and can’t wait to explore the eight states he hasn’t been to yet. Technically a Connecticut Yankee, Scott grew up in historic Williamsburg, Virginia, and lived for 25 years in the Washington, D.C. area, before recently discovering that the American West is where he is most at home. He lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.


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Author Interview: Maya Tyler & A Wizard’s Choice

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Author Interview

1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?

I write paranormal romance. I choose romance because of my life-long obsession with love and happily-ever-afters. I cut my teeth on fairy tales and Disney princesses. I’ve always been fascinated with fantasy and made-up worlds. Within the genre of paranormal, I am free to explore limitless possibilities.

I wrote A Wizard’s Choice because my character Kurtis Warde, the wizard apprentice introduced in A Vampire’s Tale, bugged me until I wrote his story. As a secondary character, his role was quite limited in A Vampire’s Tale. He wanted to explain why he acts the way he does, and to, finally, have a chance to be the captain of his life.


2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world?

I’m a first born. Birth order definitely influences many aspects of my personality, but I never thought about it shaping my view of the world.

All the main characters in every book I’ve written so far have been only children. My current work-in-progress Duet at Midnight is a slight exception because the protagonist was raised as an only child and later finds out he had siblings.

3. Where is your favorite place to write?

I write in various places around my house. My office. The dining room table. My bedroom. The benefit of using a laptop computer with excellent battery life. My favorite place to write is the gazebo in my backyard. It’s peaceful and private.

4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?

Killing your darlings is an effective trope. It stirs up the audience (reader or viewer).

In a truly compelling story, the main characters usually suffer some sort of tragedy or face bad luck and/or conflict. What suffering is greater than death? An unexpected death can be especially traumatizing to those left behind. The experience can reshape you as a person and impact your future choices.

Before A Wizard’s Choice, I had never killed off a character. It was an important decision, and I didn’t take it lightly. I used the death to re-motivate the surviving characters into action.

5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?

I have so many favorite authors! If I had to pick one? Diana Gabaldon, author of The Outlander Series. A couple of years ago, I found Outlander on Netflix, and I must admit I became a little obsessed. I bought the entire series in trade paperbacks (eight books at the time), going to brick and mortar stores to ensure perfect condition. I looked into attending fan conventions. I thought about the story constantly. At one point, I had to stop watching the show on purpose until I felt like I had the situation back under control.

I would love to meet Diana Gabaldon. I would ask her why she let Jamie marry Laoghaire in Voyager as, twenty years prior, Laoghaire had been directly responsible for Claire’s witchcraft accusation that nearly saw her burned at the stake.

6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.

I’m pretty there’s nothing about me that no one knows. I met my husband in high school when I was 15 years old. We dated for 7 years, and then got married. This year, we celebrate 16 years of marriage. It’s pretty safe to say that he knows everything about me.

7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?

1. A Sport Berkey Bottle (for filtering water on the go). 2. Flint and steel (to light a fire). 3. Swiss Army Knife (for everything else because those things come equipped).

Realistically, I’m not much of an outdoors person, and I’d need way more than three items… Assuming I’m already wearing clothes and shoes… I’d add these additional items to my backpack… Mary Kay Sun Care SPF 30 Sunscreen, Off! Skintastic Family Formula Spray, bandaides, hydrocortisone cream, anti-perspirant, toothbrush and toothpaste, shampoo, soap, a beach towel, a large blanket, granola bars, and as many books as I could fit.

8. If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?

The ability to control time would be awesome. It’s the only thing money can’t buy.

9. Favorite snack?

A spoonful of peanut butter before bed.

I went twenty years believing that I was allergic to peanuts. And, perhaps, maybe I was, and I outgrew the allergy. About three years ago, I had another allergy test. To my great surprise, I was not allergic to peanuts. Ever since, I’ve enjoyed all my favorites again—peanut butter on toast, peanut butter cookies, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, peanut butter marshmallow squares, peanut brittle, and the ultimate—peanut butter on a spoon.

10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit?

Speed limit? What speed limit? If I’m in a race, I’m in it to win it. Before the race starts, I’ll have already planned my route, my stops, and my strategy.

In real life, I am a very safe driver… although the next time we go to Vegas (if there’s a next time), I’d like to drive a seriously fast car around a racetrack…

A Wizard’s Choice

by Maya Tyler

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GENRE: Paranormal romance

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Dreams or duty?

Wizard apprentice Kurtis Warde doesn’t want to become a full-fledged wizard, but he feels obligated to his grandfather who raised him. Making The Choice, whether or not to become a wizard and join The Circle, doesn’t feel like a choice at all. Leaving The Circle would give Kurtis the freedom to follow his own dreams, and to pursue vampiress, Dee, who has always intrigued him. He knows there’s more to Dee than the icy being she portrays, but will she give him a chance to know the real her?

There is unrest in the magical world. Fairies, a magical being thought to be long extinct, still exist. And the long-time feud between wizards and fairies threatens everyone Kurtis cares about, including his life coach, Alina, who has quickly become a close friend. And perhaps more. He discovers his connection to the ancient beings The Annunaki, the ancestors of wizards and fairies, may be key to the future. The more he uncovers, the more questions he has.

Will Kurtis choose to follow his heart or risk sacrificing his own happiness for peace in the magical world?

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Excerpt:

Something sharp poked him in the arm. Keeping his eyes closed, he batted the culprit—probably an insect looking for its breakfast—away. It poked him again, jabbing a little deeper.

“Go away.” Kurtis plopped his pillow over his face.

In a sudden, fluid motion, his bedding—sheets, comforter, and pillows—flew off his bed. He found himself laid on a bare mattress, staring at a black magic wand, suspended in mid-air.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He raised his hands, careful not to make any sudden moves. Who owns this wand? Friend or foe? The wand had no equal, finely made from black walnut tree wood with a smooth and plain handle sandwiched between corkscrew-like carvings. The body tapered neatly to a dull point. The wand turned in the air, and Kurtis saw the distinctive “W” of his family crest engraved into the tip of the tenon. Waldor’s wand.

Like a compass needle, the wand pointed its desired direction. Unsanctioned movement was highly unusual behavior for a wand. But no stranger than anything else that happened in the last few days. He shrugged and followed the wand. It led him into the basement to the Spell Laboratory.

After a quick glance around the room, Kurtis determined nothing had changed. Nothing stood out as noteworthy. He glared at the wand. “If this wild goose chase is your idea of fun, then I’m going back to bed.”

Ignoring Kurtis’ threat—as if a wand could respond—it floated toward the far wall and rammed itself into a stone brick. An entire section of the wall rescinded, revealing a hidden passage.

“What?” His mouth gaped open. “How did I miss this?”

The wand disappeared into the now exposed hallway.

“Wait for me.” I can’t believe I’m talking to a wand.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

About Maya

Maya Tyler is a multi-published author of paranormal romance novels and blogger at Maya’s Musings (https://mayatylerauthor.blogspot.com/). An avid reader, Maya writes the books she loves to read—romances! She still believes that “True Love’s Kiss” is the most powerful thing in the world. Her paranormal romances come with complex plot twists and happily-ever-afters.

When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, listening to music (alternative rock, especially from the 1990s), practicing yoga, and watching movies and TV.

Contact

Maya loves to hear from fellow authors and readers! Please connect with her through social media (see links below) or the contact form (http://www.mayatylerauthor.com/contact-maya.html) on her website.

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A Vampire’s Tale

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A Wizard’s Choice

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Author Interview: Lisa Zajkowski & Soul Reader

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Author Interview: Lisa Zajkowski

Have you ever had an imaginary friend? I don’t believe I have.  I used to pretend that my stuffed animals were real and had real feelings.  I’m not sure if that counts.

Do you have any phobias? Not that I can think of.

Do you listen to music when you’re writing? Sometimes.  Usually I’ll have the TV on, but sometimes I’ll put classical music on. 

Do you ever read your stories out loud? Yes, but not often.  Only when I need to focus better. 

Tell us about your main character and who inspired him/her. My main character is Marvin and he was inspired by my higher-self.  He and the story-line came to me in a flash and he developed from there. 

Soul Reader

by Lisa Zajkowski

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GENRE: Paranormal Romance

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When skeptic Marvin meets artistic Natalie in a coffee shop on a cold October morning, the two fall fast in love, but nothing is ever as easy as it feels.

Natalie believes that a divine something is guiding her life for her greater good, and it seems to be true. She lands her dream job and she and Marvin marry at a beachside castle. However, the ease and flow of their lives start to change. At the same time that Natalie becomes pregnant, Marvin experiences strange symptoms and visits his doctor.

When faced with a diagnosis that changes everything and odd dreams of the child that hasn’t yet been born, will Marvin let go of his skepticism or will he miss out on a lifetime with his loving family?

Excerpt:

They walk through the archway and the dancing roses appear to be just what Talie said it would be. The roses grow in such a fashion that they dance with the breeze and the aroma in the garden is what love would smell like if there were such a scent associated with it. There are thousands of vibrant colored roses up and down in rows and they do not look like typical rose bushes. The stems of the roses are different, stronger, and able to uphold the bud. Almost any color that can be thought of is here, including purple, red, blue, yellow, rainbow, black, turquoise, white, pink, orange, two and three tone colors, and a bright red-orange sparkling rose. “Who owns this place?” Marvin asks. “There’s a plaque with the owner’s name on it over here,” Talie says leading the way. The memorial reads: Jonathan Rutherford and Ellen Campanilli Rutherford established “Roses of the Garden” in 1913.  “Wow,” Marvin says, “They must have some secret formula regarding horticulture because I’ve never seen such roses!”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lisa M. Zajkowski has an exhilaration for life while exploring all areas from the ethereal to the ordinary, and she appreciates learning something from every aspect. Her main theme in life is fun, as she indulges in laughter and looks for the positive in every situation. She also thrives on pushing the boundaries of the body while enduring in the sport of Triathlon, having completed a Half Ironman. However, it’s her first love of running that brings her an immense sense of liberation and connectedness with the beauty of the world. Lisa loves connecting with people, and being a massage therapist allows her to do this as she enjoys helping people facilitate healing within their innate body systems. She is comforted in the softer side of life while cuddling with her dogs and cat, and desires to own a horse ranch. Lisa revels in the freedom of being fluid in her writing, taking pleasure in all genres of authoring. She is currently working on Drama, Sci-Fi, and Horror novels.

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Kathleen Rowland: Bittersweet Alliance

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Will a snap decision change their lives forever?

Bizarre kidnappings stun the Big Island of Hawaii, pulling Danker Donahue back into the game and forcing him to partner with Jolene Kualoha, the woman who left him seven years ago when his DNA showed up in paternity lawsuit. The prejudice-motivated hate crimes are the wildest anyone has ever seen. Victims are being poisoned then released once the ransoms are paid, many losing their lives.

In the shadow of Jolene’s success as a helicopter pilot, a troubled woman develops a fixation on Jolene and imitates her appearance. Matters turn dark when the copycat is shot dead. Was Jolene the target? Threats mount when she barely survives an accident after her brake cables are severed.

When these crimes threaten her sanity, Jolene is forced to trust the one person she thought she’d lost forever, Danker. Instantly, sparks fly between them, and as much as she wants to rekindle their relationship, she must protect her heart.

An old enemy, Seamus McGinn, breaks out of a maximum-security prison and invites Danker to a meet-up. Surprisingly, the kidnapper joins forces with McGinn along with his sick fans. McGinn trumpets his ‘murders by ice pick’, and it’s up to Danker to stop him. The whole island is on edge with a live feed from the maniac’s website.

In a stolen moment, Jolene shows him hope, and he makes a snap decision that will change their lives forever. Will he make it back to show her?

Read an Excerpt:

Older didn’t mean wiser. All this time Jolene had dreaded running into him, sometimes dressing in expectation of it. If she did see him again, she wanted to look good. Today she looked like crap, but what did it matter? Danker’s reason for being on the Big Island had nothing to do with her, not in a personal way. Tomorrow they’d meet at the FBI field office to collaborate on a serial kidnapping case. She’d wear a sleeveless linen dress, open-toed pumps, and bring the accordion file full of notes and newspaper clippings she’d gathered.

The perpetrator targeted wealthy Hawaiians with social capital, the kind of people seen on television or featured in newspapers when they donated money to charities. The latest missing person, Pua Iona, owned Iona Hawaiian Rugs and was an acquaintance of hers. Not that they shared the same social strata, but they’d volunteered together at an artisans’ market to boost Hawaiian crafts. After Pua went missing and fit the criminal’s modus operandi, Mayor Billy Kim, frustrated with police progress, contacted Jolene’s former boss from California, FBI Agent Gary Guhleman, cowboyish in dress but wise in judgement.

Guhleman didn’t need to tell her Hawaiians resisted outside intrusions. “You know everyone,” he’d said. “Witnesses will share what they know.” The agent and his wife had retired, rather semi-retired, here in Kona. Soon after she and Guhleman had spoken, he called in Danker Donahue to consult. “You remember him, right?”

“Gosh, let me think.” She and Danker went hot and heavy after the Long Beach case that ended with the arrest of mobster Seamus McGinn.

About the Author:

Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write!

Kathleen is an in-house author at Tirgearr Publishing. Her Irish-American Donahue Cousins series includes Deadly Alliance, Unholy Alliance, and Bittersweet Alliance.

What reviewers say about Kathleen Rowland

Windward Whisperings–Kathleen Rowland spins a creative story with romance, passion and suspense making it an adventure hard to put down. The banter she creates between the two lovers is spine-tingling robust in this keeper of a read. ~ http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/windwardwhisperingsrowland.htm

Deeds of Deceit— Circled by the bloodthirsty and untrusting, you learn to appreciate the few allies you have. Deeds of Deceit is an excellent addition to any thriller assortment. ~ http://www.midwestbookreview.com/sbw/mar_12.htm

A Key to all that Glitters is a mesmerizing love story that vibrates with love and suspense. ~ http://longandshortreviews.blogspot.com/2009/05/key-to-all-that-glitters-by-kathleen.html

Website: http://www.kathleenrowland.com
Blog: http://www.kathleenrowland.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathleen.rowland.50

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bittersweet-Alliance-Donahue-Cousins-3-ebook/dp/B07S8QYH7F/

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Will a snap decision change their lives forever?

Bizarre kidnappings stun the Big Island of Hawaii, pulling Danker Donahue back into the game and forcing him to partner with Jolene Kualoha, the woman who left him seven years ago when his DNA showed up in paternity lawsuit. The prejudice-motivated hate crimes are the wildest anyone has ever seen. Victims are being poisoned then released once the ransoms are paid, many losing their lives.

In the shadow of Jolene’s success as a helicopter pilot, a troubled woman develops a fixation on Jolene and imitates her appearance. Matters turn dark when the copycat is shot dead. Was Jolene the target? Threats mount when she barely survives an accident after her brake cables are severed.

When these crimes threaten her sanity, Jolene is forced to trust the one person she thought she’d lost forever, Danker. Instantly, sparks fly between them, and as much as she wants to rekindle their relationship, she must protect her heart.

An old enemy, Seamus McGinn, breaks out of a maximum-security prison and invites Danker to a meet-up. Surprisingly, the kidnapper joins forces with McGinn along with his sick fans. McGinn trumpets his ‘murders by ice pick’, and it’s up to Danker to stop him. The whole island is on edge with a live feed from the maniac’s website.

In a stolen moment, Jolene shows him hope, and he makes a snap decision that will change their lives forever. Will he make it back to show her?

Read an Excerpt:

Older didn’t mean wiser. All this time Jolene had dreaded running into him, sometimes dressing in expectation of it. If she did see him again, she wanted to look good. Today she looked like crap, but what did it matter? Danker’s reason for being on the Big Island had nothing to do with her, not in a personal way. Tomorrow they’d meet at the FBI field office to collaborate on a serial kidnapping case. She’d wear a sleeveless linen dress, open-toed pumps, and bring the accordion file full of notes and newspaper clippings she’d gathered.

The perpetrator targeted wealthy Hawaiians with social capital, the kind of people seen on television or featured in newspapers when they donated money to charities. The latest missing person, Pua Iona, owned Iona Hawaiian Rugs and was an acquaintance of hers. Not that they shared the same social strata, but they’d volunteered together at an artisans’ market to boost Hawaiian crafts. After Pua went missing and fit the criminal’s modus operandi, Mayor Billy Kim, frustrated with police progress, contacted Jolene’s former boss from California, FBI Agent Gary Guhleman, cowboyish in dress but wise in judgement.

Guhleman didn’t need to tell her Hawaiians resisted outside intrusions. “You know everyone,” he’d said. “Witnesses will share what they know.” The agent and his wife had retired, rather semi-retired, here in Kona. Soon after she and Guhleman had spoken, he called in Danker Donahue to consult. “You remember him, right?”

“Gosh, let me think.” She and Danker went hot and heavy after the Long Beach case that ended with the arrest of mobster Seamus McGinn.

About the Author:

Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write!

Kathleen is an in-house author at Tirgearr Publishing. Her Irish-American Donahue Cousins series includes Deadly Alliance, Unholy Alliance, and Bittersweet Alliance.

What reviewers say about Kathleen Rowland

Windward Whisperings–Kathleen Rowland spins a creative story with romance, passion and suspense making it an adventure hard to put down. The banter she creates between the two lovers is spine-tingling robust in this keeper of a read. ~ http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/windwardwhisperingsrowland.htm

Deeds of Deceit— Circled by the bloodthirsty and untrusting, you learn to appreciate the few allies you have. Deeds of Deceit is an excellent addition to any thriller assortment. ~ http://www.midwestbookreview.com/sbw/mar_12.htm

A Key to all that Glitters is a mesmerizing love story that vibrates with love and suspense. ~ http://longandshortreviews.blogspot.com/2009/05/key-to-all-that-glitters-by-kathleen.html

Website: http://www.kathleenrowland.com
Blog: http://www.kathleenrowland.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathleen.rowland.50

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bittersweet-Alliance-Donahue-Cousins-3-ebook/dp/B07S8QYH7F/

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Author Interview: Pamela Gibson & Scandal’s Bride

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Scandal’s Bride

by Pamela Gibson

GENRE: Historical (Regency)

Author Interview

  1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?I found Regency romances through the kindness of the owner of a small bookstore in my hometown. She knew I loved history and suggested Mary Balogh’s books. I fell in love with the genre and read everything I could get my hands on, including old Barbara Cartland books.After writing Scandal’s Child, my first Regency beta readers thought Gwen should have a book of her own. I added an epilogue with a peek at what the next book might be about and I was off and running.
  2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world?I’m firstborn. My younger brother died of leukemia when I was six and he was three. My baby sister at the time grew up to be my best friend. The death of my brother shaped my world view more than my birth order. I became quiet, introspective, a loner who escaped in books and stories I made up for myself. I strived toward perfection to please my parents so they wouldn’t be sad.Birth order does color one’s view of the world and the circumstances affecting my development probably reinforced the firstborn traits. I tried very hard to live up to and even exceed my parents’ expectations. I became president of every organization I joined, although it was sometimes physically painful to stand up in front of a group and “be on display.” I became a responsible, socially conscious adult hiding well a few insecurities. My characters tend to be bolder, more assertive, more impetuous than I ever was. But my heroines often have that underlying layer of self-doubt that I have, even to this day.
  3. Where is your favorite place to write?I write on a comfy couch staring at the beveled glass of the front door, but I can write anywhere. I wrote this post in a crowded waiting room while my partially disabled husband had physical therapy. I’ve also written in airports, hospitals, coffee shops and hotel rooms. I once wrote five thousand words in a casino restaurant.I find I can erase a noisy background without earbuds. Once I’m in a groove, the world I’m in is the one onthe screen in front of me.
  4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains? I hate to admit how often I’ve done this. My first sale was to Entangled Publishing for their Bliss line, but I had submitted originally to Select, one of their lines using longer books. I had to cut 20,000 words out of that book, erasing an entire secondary story I was quite fond of. I tucked it away in my computer and fourbooks later I resurrected the heroine in that story and was able to use some of those original words. Nothing that drastic has happened since, but with each book, my writing gets tighter and I have bought into the concept of necessity. If the scene doesn’t add anything to the character development, the plot, or the atmosphere, it goes. Occasionally, if there are phrases that might be used in another book, I keep it inthe graveyard of murdered words. Usually, not.
  5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?I have so many, but the first author who blew me away was Mary Balogh. I read every one of her gazillionbooks and have re-read a few. I would love to know her writing process and how she’s been able to do this work for so many years. I still love her books and she is still prolific.
  6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.I’m happy to share anything, well, almost. The bit I usually share is that in 2006 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I am a proud, happy survivor and I urge every woman to get a mammogram every year. It saved my life because the tumor was in an early stage and I was about to go off on a sailing trip with my husband in a small boat and would have missed the following year’s mammogram entirely.On a more mundane level, I’m a chocoholic, I was once a baton twirler, I played Anne Frank in my high school play, and I cruised five thousand miles over eight months in a 32-foot boat.
  7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack for company. What three items are in yoursurvival pack?I’m assuming the island has edible plants and water. My backpack would contain a knife, a survival guide, and a fully-charged satellite phone.
  8. If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?I would have the ability to close my eyes, click my heels, and transport myself anywhere in the world or in time (and be able to return, too), just like Dorothy in the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
  9. Favorite snack?I’m a stress eater, so I stuff myself with whatever is on hand, especially when I’m pacing and working through a plot problem. Chocolate is my snack of choice and I’ve been known to scarf down a half a package of Nestles chocolate morsels when super stressed. Lately I’ve foregone chocolate for tiny flavored rice cakes. Filling, but fewer calories.
  10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? Not sure what you’re asking, so I’ll answer in my own way. My journey has been one of twists and turns. I was married at 18, not expec!ng to “nish college. I did and got a master’s degree. A$er my divorce I se&led down, expec!ng to stay in one place with my two children, focusing on my career in city management. I didn’t. I married again, packed up my kids and went sailing for six months. When we returned, I went back to work and wrote a few books on local history, never expec!ng to write “c!on. A decade later—having reached my career goals—I began dabbling in wri!ng again and eventually sold a contemporary romance. At that point I took an early re!rement. My kids were grown. My husband and Iwent cruising again—this !me in a power boat. Most of my novels were wri&en and published during the four years we cruised. Now I’m back on land

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Marry in haste…

Lady Gwendolyn Pettigrew longs to be a mother, but refuses to marry the lecherous old fool her father has found for her. When her best friend convinces her to consider her husband’s younger brother as a suitable candidate, Gwen agrees to a marriage of convenience, hoping against hope that her dream of becoming a mother will have a chance.

The Hon. John Montague, a penniless younger son, is handsome, witty, and thrilled that a woman with a dowry has agreed to wed him. Best of all she’s a fiercely independent bluestocking, a woman who won’t want to bother with a family. Because John has a shocking secret. He’s vowed never to bring a child into the world, a child who, like his own mother, might carry the strain of madness.

As secrets unfold, tension grows, threatening the fragile bonds they’ve forged.  Worse, someone wants them to abandon their home and leave Yorkshire, and they’ll stop at nothing to make it happen.

Excerpt:

“May I come in?”

A frisson of excitement made every nerve ending tingle in anticipation. Did he want to consummate their marriage tonight? She looked down at her serviceable white cotton nightgown with its high neck and long sleeves. She’d put it on because it was heavy and warm. If she’d known John would be joining her in her bed, she would have left her hair loose and worn the pretty gown Miranda had given her as a wedding gift.

Oh Lord, oh Lord.

She let out the breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Pulling the covers up to her chin, she called out, “Come in.”

He poked his head through the door. His coat and waistcoat were off, and his cravat was in his hand. He looked mussed and adorable.

“I want to apologize for my behavior. I shouldn’t have run off like I did. I was feeling . . . ill-tempered . . . and didn’t want to subject you to my mood. I promise not to do it again.”

She peeked over the top of her covers. “You are forgiven. But I must say I was worried about you. Where did you go?”

“I rode toward the village, turned around, and came back. I gave my horse a good gallop and then a rub down in the stable.”

“I see.” She paused, not knowing what else to say.

He smiled. “We’ll play whist tomorrow night. I know you enjoy the game.”

“I shall look forward to it.”

“Good night, Gwen.” He closed the door firmly, and his footsteps echoed down the hall.

Why were her eyes filling with tears?

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author of eight books on California history and twelve romance novels, Pamela Gibson is a former City Manager who lives in the Nevada desert. Having spent the last three years messing about in boats, a hobby that included a five-thousand-mile trip in a 32-foot Nordic Tug, she now spends most of her time indoors happily reading, writing, cooking and keeping up with the antics of her gran-cats, gran-dog, and gran-fish. Sadly, the gran-lizard went to his final reward. If you want to learn more about her activities go to https://www.pamelagibsonwrites.com and sign up for her blog and quarterly newsletter. Or follow her in these places:

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January Bain: Magic, Mayhem and Murder

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Book one in Manitoba Tea & Tarot Mysteries series
Charm McCall, armed with a library full of Agatha Christie stories and her unique witchy gifts, knows how to solve a small-town murder…

Charm McCall, the oldest of the McCall triplets by a whole day—or one minute before midnight if one’s being picky—is the designated driver for her whole town. Why, if it wasn’t for her, Snowy Lake would incinerate or fall into Hudson’s Bay. With her unique abilities, she’s all set to keep her family and town safe and on its proper course.

That is, until a hot Mountie moves into town, a busload of strippers breaks down on Main Street and Mrs. Hurst goes and gets herself murdered with poisoned jam. Jam crafted by Charm’s family at the Tea & Tarot café. Now it’s up to her to solve the murders—yes, plural, when another local business owner ends up dead.

Charm knows just what to do. What’s breaking a few laws if she can sleuth out the culprit? She knows the people of Snowy Lake better than any new lawman possibly could. So why can’t he just leave her be to get on with things?

And why does he have to be so darn hot?

Read an Excerpt

“Will she let us stay?” Tulip’s eyes widened, her nose and cheeks reddened by the freezing wind. My triplet shivered, wiping her dripping nose on the back of her red mitten. I straightened the collar on her worn jacket and tucked the thin scarf around her neck. The snow was falling more heavily now, already filling in the tracks the three of us had made walking from the street light to the front stoop, the warning still ringing in my head. ‘Don’t knock until you’ve counted to a hundred if you know what’s good for you. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…’

“I’m not sure, but if we’re really, really good, she might. At least for tonight,” I interrupted my counting to answer her.

“Yeah, don’t you be backtalking her like you did to Mommy,” Star said, staring accusingly.

“I never did that!” Tulip’s bottom lip started to quiver.

“Hush, no one is at fault,” I said. If she started bawling, I didn’t know how long I could hold off. My throat had a lump in it big as a baseball. Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three.

Star screwed up her face but held her tongue, though only after I gave her my sternest older-sister look. I’d been born at one minute to midnight, making me the oldest sister by a full day. Not that birthdays were ever celebrated, though we’d had eight already. Mommy said we were too much trouble on a regular day. No way was she holding a two-day party for a trio of brats.

I tugged the paper sack holding all our possessions closer to my chest, thinking of the one precious book and the half-box of Pop Tarts Mommy had tucked inside for our supper. Maybe Granny would have a toaster or a stove element to warm them up? Or maybe she might have some juice or pop? My throat was dry. Even water would taste good.

Star stamped her feet to stay warm, her pink running shoes leaving an intricate pattern from the soles as she packed the snow. Her scarf had icicles forming from her warm breath hitting the frosty air and her cheeks shone bright red. No frostbite—not yet anyway. But the wind was picking up, blowing showers of ice crystals off the roof and onto our bare heads.

Sixty-six, sixty-seven. I glanced across the open field between Granny’s house and the house next door, visualizing wolves coming out of the evergreens of the thick forest and circling the town. We’d been dropped off on one of the coldest days of the year. Minus forty-seven, according to the loud man on the radio in our old van. I’d caught the name of the town on the welcoming sign leading in. Snowy Lake, population 1259. I was proud to be the first one to learn to read, first one to do most things. Then I could help my little sisters, when they’d let me.

Eighty-nine, ninety. I was shaking now, could barely keep from kicking at the door with my foot. But a promise is a promise. If Mommy came back and saw me doing wrong, I’d get a swat for sure.

About the Author:

January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

Blog – http://januarybainjourney.blogspot.ca/
Twitter – https://twitter.com/JanuaryBain
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/january.bain
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Amazon Author page – https://amzn.to/2NaPYub
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Totally Bound Author Page: https://www.totallybound.com/author/january-bain

Email address for fans – januarybain@xplornet.com

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January Bain: Magic, Mayhem and Murder

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Book one in Manitoba Tea & Tarot Mysteries series
Charm McCall, armed with a library full of Agatha Christie stories and her unique witchy gifts, knows how to solve a small-town murder…

Charm McCall, the oldest of the McCall triplets by a whole day—or one minute before midnight if one’s being picky—is the designated driver for her whole town. Why, if it wasn’t for her, Snowy Lake would incinerate or fall into Hudson’s Bay. With her unique abilities, she’s all set to keep her family and town safe and on its proper course.

That is, until a hot Mountie moves into town, a busload of strippers breaks down on Main Street and Mrs. Hurst goes and gets herself murdered with poisoned jam. Jam crafted by Charm’s family at the Tea & Tarot café. Now it’s up to her to solve the murders—yes, plural, when another local business owner ends up dead.

Charm knows just what to do. What’s breaking a few laws if she can sleuth out the culprit? She knows the people of Snowy Lake better than any new lawman possibly could. So why can’t he just leave her be to get on with things?

And why does he have to be so darn hot?

Read an Excerpt

“Will she let us stay?” Tulip’s eyes widened, her nose and cheeks reddened by the freezing wind. My triplet shivered, wiping her dripping nose on the back of her red mitten. I straightened the collar on her worn jacket and tucked the thin scarf around her neck. The snow was falling more heavily now, already filling in the tracks the three of us had made walking from the street light to the front stoop, the warning still ringing in my head. ‘Don’t knock until you’ve counted to a hundred if you know what’s good for you. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…’

“I’m not sure, but if we’re really, really good, she might. At least for tonight,” I interrupted my counting to answer her.

“Yeah, don’t you be backtalking her like you did to Mommy,” Star said, staring accusingly.

“I never did that!” Tulip’s bottom lip started to quiver.

“Hush, no one is at fault,” I said. If she started bawling, I didn’t know how long I could hold off. My throat had a lump in it big as a baseball. Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three.

Star screwed up her face but held her tongue, though only after I gave her my sternest older-sister look. I’d been born at one minute to midnight, making me the oldest sister by a full day. Not that birthdays were ever celebrated, though we’d had eight already. Mommy said we were too much trouble on a regular day. No way was she holding a two-day party for a trio of brats.

I tugged the paper sack holding all our possessions closer to my chest, thinking of the one precious book and the half-box of Pop Tarts Mommy had tucked inside for our supper. Maybe Granny would have a toaster or a stove element to warm them up? Or maybe she might have some juice or pop? My throat was dry. Even water would taste good.

Star stamped her feet to stay warm, her pink running shoes leaving an intricate pattern from the soles as she packed the snow. Her scarf had icicles forming from her warm breath hitting the frosty air and her cheeks shone bright red. No frostbite—not yet anyway. But the wind was picking up, blowing showers of ice crystals off the roof and onto our bare heads.

Sixty-six, sixty-seven. I glanced across the open field between Granny’s house and the house next door, visualizing wolves coming out of the evergreens of the thick forest and circling the town. We’d been dropped off on one of the coldest days of the year. Minus forty-seven, according to the loud man on the radio in our old van. I’d caught the name of the town on the welcoming sign leading in. Snowy Lake, population 1259. I was proud to be the first one to learn to read, first one to do most things. Then I could help my little sisters, when they’d let me.

Eighty-nine, ninety. I was shaking now, could barely keep from kicking at the door with my foot. But a promise is a promise. If Mommy came back and saw me doing wrong, I’d get a swat for sure.

About the Author:

January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

Blog – http://januarybainjourney.blogspot.ca/
Twitter – https://twitter.com/JanuaryBain
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/january.bain
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6437282.January_Bain
Amazon Author page – https://amzn.to/2NaPYub
Goodreads author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6437282.January_Bain
Totally Bound Author Page: https://www.totallybound.com/author/january-bain

Email address for fans – januarybain@xplornet.com

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Maggie Mae Gallagher: The Fixer Upper

Welcome to the cover reveal of Maggie Mae Gallagher’s latest book The Fixer Upper which will be released September 6. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post for a chance to win a $15 Amazon/BN GC.

 

Abby Callier is more in love with Shakespearean heroes than any real man, and she’s beginning to wonder if there is life for her outside the pages of a book. It doesn’t help that her esteemed parents tend to view her as they would one of their science experiments gone wrong. On the eve of finishing her dissertation, she escapes her staid existence to live in the house she inherited from her Great Aunt Evie in the small town of Echo Springs, Colorado. Because, let’s face it, when a woman starts comparing her life to horror films, it might be time for a break.

Sheriff Nate Barnes believes in law and order and carefully building the life you want. In his spare time, he has been remodeling his house in the hope that one day it will be filled with the family he makes. But Nate doesn’t like drama or complications and tends to avoid them at all costs. And yet, when Miss Abigail Callier, his newest neighbor, beans him with a nine iron, he can’t help but wonder if she might just be the complication he’s been searching for all along. It doesn’t hurt that he discovers a journal hidden away by the previous tenant and decides to use Old Man Turner’s advice to romance Abby into his life.

Abby never expected her next-door neighbor, the newly dubbed Sheriff Stud Muffin, to be just the distraction her world needed. The problem is she doesn’t know whether she should make Echo Springs her home, or if this town is just a stopover point in her life’s trajectory. And she doesn’t want to tell Nate that she might not be sticking around—even though she should because it’s the right thing to do, the honest thing—because then all the scintillatingly hot kisses with the Sheriff will come to an abrupt halt. Did she mention that he’s a really great kisser?

Enjoy an Excerpt

The Carruthers’ property was on a half-acre of land. The two-story home had fallen into disrepair. The pale blue paint was cracked and peeling in places. One of the black shutters had slats broken out of the middle. Jed was a mechanic at one of the local garages, who liked his whiskey more than he did working. And it showed. His wife, Clare, had taken herself and the kids to her parents’ house, which was only three miles away.

Nate knocked on the door. “Jed, this is Sheriff Barnes. I need you to open the door and come out with your hands in the air.”

“Fuck off,” came a slurred shout from inside.

Nate sighed. From the sounds of it, the man was already well on his way to being shitfaced. “Jed, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. I have a warrant for your arrest. If you come with me now, peacefully, it will help your case.”

Deputy O’Leary stood off to the side of the front door of the ramshackle home with its screen door torn in spots. When there was no response from Jed, Nate nodded at O’Leary, who made his way around to the back to ensure the idiot didn’t try to go out the back door and escape.

“Jed, I’m going to give you to the count of five and then I’m coming in.”

There was a shout from O’Leary around back. Nate took off and sprinted to the edge of the porch, just in time to watch Jed, in a pair of white boxers and nothing else, race around the corner and head toward the street.

“Halt, Jed.”

Shit.

Nate charged after him on foot. This was why he ran six miles a day—so he could catch morons like Jed who thought they could outrun the police. Nate snagged him by the neck and wrestled him down to the ground. He took an elbow to the chin and swore before he had Jed pinned on the ground with his hands behind his back. Not quick enough, he thought as he slid the cuffs on Jed’s wrists.

“For that stunt, I will be adding resisting arrest and assault on a police officer, Jed.”

“Piss off, pig!” Jed yelled, uncowed by the fact that he was handcuffed. From the smell of him, he had started early on the Jack Daniels.

Nate shook his head and began reading Jed his Miranda rights. His chin throbbed like a son of a bitch and it wasn’t yet noon. So much for having a slow and easy day.

About the Author:

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Visit her website here: http://www.maggiemaegallagher.com

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