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He had tumbleweed in his blood, moving from one town to the next. Traveling to where there was trouble, Dalton Moon was hired to tame wild places with a fast draw and an iron will. Lacy Tyrell knew that Dalton wouldn’t be around long and she shouldn’t be tempted by him. But like the moon, his pull on her was a natural, powerful force that she was helpless to resist.
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“You could come with me, Lacy. Nothing’s keeping you here.” The words tumbled out before his brain had time to process them, but they felt right. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
“Are you dangling a carrot in front of me with no intention of ever allowing me to take a bite of it? If you are, I might just slap your face.”
Dalton caught her wrists in his and grinned, not the least bit bothered by her threat. He couldn’t blame her for doubting him. “I’m not dangling anything. What would stop you from coming with me when I leave Far Creek? Would you even consider it?”
Pink color pooled in her cheeks. She stared at his shirt button, refusing to meet his eyes when she whispered, “Perhaps.”
The world paused, suspended by her one-word answer. “Perhaps?” he repeated, needing to be sure that’s what he’d heard.
Her shoulders bobbed. “It depends on if you ask me the right question before you ask me to leave Far Creek with you.” Now her gaze slid up and she peered at him through the curtain of her sable lashes.
His breath whistled down his throat. The right question? Oh, hell. What did he say to that? Was he ready to ask that of her? Was he even worthy of asking her? Before he could say another word, she made a sound of impatience and ripped from his loosened grasp. With a flounce of petticoats and the lash of her thick braid across his chin, she was gone.
Dalton stood in the dark alley, breathing heavily as if he’d just chased down a cougar – a cougar that smelled like strawberries and talcum powder. He breathed in her scent and closed his eyes, feeling vulnerable, stripped bare. She owned him. Lacy, with her golden hair and blue-sky eyes, had lassoed and hobbled him.
About the Author:
Whatever type of romance you love to read, Deborah Camp writes it. From sweet to sexy, contemporary to historical
Author of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical, Deborah received the very first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel that best addressed a social problem). My Wild Rose deals with battered women and children in 1800s with Carrie Nation as a character in the novel. Solitary Horseman also won the In d’tale Magazine’s Rone Award. Deborah loves writing stories that are centered on brave women and honorable men.
Deborah’s books have been praised by reviewers, bloggers, and readers who love complex characters and clever plotting. She always mixes in a bit of humor and a lot of heart.
She’s been a full-time writer since graduating from the University of Tulsa. Her first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, Avon, and Amazon. She was inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she’s a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She’s also a member of the Author’s Guild.
Communicating with readers and other writers is something she enjoys, so don’t be shy about visiting her online.
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Author Interview: Emily Klein
1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book? I have always been interested in history, and medieval history has a special place in my heart. I’d already written a novel (The Draughtsman Damsel) which took place in medieval times before. Also, my work is highly inspired by folk balladry of the British Isles, and that is manifested in the book as well.
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 a middle child, I have an older brother and a younger one. I suppose it made me more cynical on the one hand, and more prone to daydreaming on the other, to escape to my own wee world, and it also caused me to observe people and what made them tick, something that is manifested in my writing, in my focus on psychological motivations of the characters.
3. Where is your favorite place to write? I usually write at my neighbourhood coffee shop, at the counter overlooking the main street of my town.
4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains? I usually kill off only the villains in my stories, so not too bad. But I do abuse my heroines and protagonists quite a wee bittie. Muhahahaha.
5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? Charlotte Bronte. I ask her if she can teach me how to write those perfect proposal scenes.
6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows. I used to be a social worker, and I didn’t really like it.
7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack? something to read, something to write on, something to make coffee
8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be? Write without self-doubt, or unlimited patience for research.
9. Favorite snack? Pizza
10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? I have no sense of direction on the road, but quite a good one, metaphorically speaking. I have a master plan. A roadmap.
A Good Knight’s Kiss
by Emily Klein
GENRE: Historical Romance
Good Knight’s Kiss is a romantic coming-of-age story.
John’s uncanny cleverness and insight, and his red hair cause his stepmother to fear him, thinking him a devilish daemon.
He sets off, much to
his chagrin, to start his new life as page, squire, and then knight to his
uncle-by-marriage. As often happens, he falls in love. But it is with his
lord’s daughter, no less.
John is sensitive, astute and fiery, and his conflicting loyalties and desires are what drive him onwards.
When he’s faced with a
choice between heeding his father’s decree for a simple life, and his oath to
his brother on one hand, and the love of his life on the other, how will he choose?
Simplicity or love, honour or happiness?
Matilda was shivering. She was feeling cold one moment, and
hot the next. Her covers were tightened and loosened about her. Her maid and
housekeeper were desperate. She was lapsing in and out of consciousness. Salves
were rubbed on her temple; hot and cold compresses laid on her brow, even
doused in vinegar, or smeared with mustard.
But the lady would not come to. She lapsed in and out of
delirium, crying for John, one moment meaning to call on her babe, and the
next-her beloved Baron.
Her young babe was taken away, unbeknownst to her, to a wet
nurse. Had the lady been sentient, it would have sent her into a fuming rage.
She was a veritable zealot when it came to her wee darling. He was her one
solace, and, she thought, her insurance against starvation and doom. Her John
would not turn her out, and when her son was cared for as the bastard son of a
baron, she too would be cared for. She was, in her ailment, beginning to doubt
ever being married to Lord John, his promises to her notwithstanding. Or
perhaps they would be wed and her son legitimised? She hardly deigned to hope.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Emily Klein is
an author of historical romance novels set in medieval times. She is a staunch
anglophile, with a keen interest in anything and everything British, and a
fierce love for the English language and all its dialects. She also has an
interest in history, including, but not limited, to medieval history. Emily
also enjoys antiques and vintage clothing. In short, if it’s part of history,
Emily Klein will find it interesting.
In her novels,
Emily Klein strives to delve into her characters’ thoughts, feelings, and true
psychological motives, based on their personalities, pasts, and the societies
in which they operate. Finding motives and helping people as they strive to
solve their life issues is no strange matter to Emily, who is also a trained
lives in Israel, with her husband, two young daughters, and her little dog
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She needed a fresh start…
ICU Nurse Sadie Montgomery moved to New Orleans after her entire world fell apart. The idea was borne of desperation as she sank further into a depression so deep and dark, she had stopped feeling. It isn’t until she crosses paths with Ram that she finally feels a spark of life return. The only problem is, she doesn’t want to be dependent upon anyone. The pain of losing it all is still too fresh. Not to mention, in Ram’s world, the women submit themselves body and soul.
He wasn’t looking for love…
Former Army Ranger, Ramsey O’Malley, is not looking for a long-term commitment from a woman beyond a scene or two at Club Underworld. He doesn’t have the time nor the inclination to begin something he cannot finish, not as a single dad with a thriving psychology practice. Except, he is drawn to his newest patient. She’s forbidden, like the apple in the garden of Eden, and all he wants to do it take a bite.
But they could not deny their desire…
When Sadie makes a surprise appearance at Club Underworld looking to take a walk on the wild side, Ram knows he cannot let another man have her. He wants to be the one to introduce her to submission. But can he convince her to submit to his brand of lovemaking? And will just one night be enough?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange.
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Later that afternoon, Ramsey was at home putting together a lasagna for dinner.
“Dad.” Rocky sat at the kitchen table, a pack of colored pencils beside him as he worked on his latest comic book sketch. His dirty blond hair had grown in the two months he had been in New Orleans. Ram added getting him to the barber to his mental to do list before taking him and his sister back to Dallas.
“Yeah?” He slid the pan into the oven and then turned, leaning against the counter to look at his teenage son. Jesus, how could he be thirteen already? Ram could still remember how tiny he’d been, and just how terriﬁed he’d been of taking care of a toddler on his own after he and their mom had split when Rocky was two. It did something to him, staring at the boy on the cusp of manhood, and thinking back over the years. He would hit a growth spurt in the next year or so and be as tall as Ram.
“Do you think it’s possible that aliens exist?” Rocky asked, never looking up from his drawing. Ram had no idea how the kid came by his artistic talent. Certainly not from him. Although Rocky’s Aunt Becca, Ram’s baby sister, was an artist. So it was deﬁnitely there in the family tree.
“I think it’s a distinct possibility.” This planet had enough problems without adding aliens to the mix. Talk about throwing the world into a panic.
“Then why haven’t they come to Earth yet?” Rocky asked, lifting his face. It always ﬁlled Ram with wonder when he looked at Rocky and saw a younger version of himself in everything but eye color. Rocky’s eyes were a clear jade, just like his mom’s.
“And how do you know that they haven’t?” he teased his son.
“Because we would know. With technology the way it is, someone would have gotten a picture or video that proves their existence.”
“Have you considered the possibility that if they ﬂew billions of lightyears to get here, it’s more likely that their technology is much more advanced than ours and they would be able to hide from detection?” Ram said with a smile hovering over his lips.
“Yeah, for all we know, the aliens left you with us at birth. It would explain a lot.” Hurricane Angela waltzed into the kitchen, her smartphone in her hand, and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the counter. Ram sighed. His daughter was ﬁfteen going on twenty-ﬁve, with enough sass to outlast Satan.
“Then you should watch yourself. We like to suck out human souls at night. It would explain a lot about you,” Rocky countered.
Angela rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork.”
“Ang, watch it. You can talk to your friends for an hour and then screen-time is done for the night,” Ram stated, hearing echoes of his own dad as he said it. Ram didn’t know how, but he had turned into his father. He’d like to think of himself as much cooler, down to earth, and more level headed. But yeah, it had happened. And the thing was, Ram loved being a dad—although the teenage years were going to give him a head full of gray hair.
About the Author:Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya 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 Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. 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.
Lone Survivor, Book 1: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07X4JN5DX
Far Reaching Consequences, Book 2 – Coming Soon
The Right To Remain Silent, Book 3 – Coming Soon
Bound To Protect, Book 4 – Coming Soon
Self Sacrifice, Book 5 – Coming Soon
Never Surrender, Book 6 – Coming Soon
Oath and Indenture, Book 7 – Coming Soon
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Wes Rockville, a disgraced law-enforcement agent, gets one last chance to prove himself and save his career when he’s reassigned to a 232-year-old secret government organization.
The Witches Protection Program.
His first assignment: uncover a billion-dollar cosmetics company’s diabolical plan to use witchcraft for global domination, while protecting its heiress Morgan Pendragon from her aunt’s evil deeds. Reluctantly paired with veteran witch protector, Alastair Verne, Wes must learn to believe in witches…and believe in himself.
Filled with adventure and suspense, Michael Okon creates a rousing, tongue-in-cheek alternate reality where witches cast spells and wreak havoc in modern-day New York City.
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“I said, come on,” Alastair urged the younger man.
“I want to go to a hospital.” They stood in the smelly hallway, Wes’s bloody foot leaving a trail of red footprints.
Alastair shook his head. “What are you afraid of? Witches are synonymous with healers. Baby Fat’s practically a surgeon.”
“What do you mean, practically?” Wes roared. “I’m not going in.” He limped after Alastair, who stood firm.
“Shape-shifting witches sometimes release slow-acting hormones that can enter the bloodstream and wreak havoc on a person’s nervous system. It starts with an elevated temperature.”
Wes felt sweat drip from his temple down his warm neck.
His body shook with a tremor.
“You’re looking a little flushed there.” Alastair reached up to press his cool hand against Wes’s overheated cheek. He tsked. Wes pulled away. “Listen, conventional medicine doesn’t have a clue …”
“All right, already,” Wes said, giving in. He felt lightheaded. “I don’t know if I trust her.”
“Do you trust me?” Alastair asked, his eyes boring into Wes’s. The younger man looked away.
He was still protesting after Baby Fat had placed his foot on a dishtowel on her lime velvet couch. She ignored his complaints as she poked around the hole oozing blood, which she collected into a porcelain cup. “For later,” she advised Alastair, who nodded sagely. “Nothing like fresh blood.”
About the Author:
Michael Okon is an award-winning and best-selling author of multiple genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through unforgettable characters.
Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island with his wife and children.
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Book two in the Manitoba Tea and Tarot Mysteries series
Charm McCall can solve a small-town murder, but can she figure out how to stop a man-stealing interloper?
A movie production company has come to town…and so has an old family friend of the town’s sexy new Mountie, Ace Collins. His “old pal” turns out to be a scheming long-legged blonde who throws Charm right off her game. Even Auntie T.J. playing the bagpipes down Main Street to drive the trespasser away doesn’t work.
Between catering for the world’s hungriest film crew, trying to solve the murder of the unit accountant who hired her and dealing with her new magical gifts, Charm’s a tad busy. But too bad, because she’s soon facing off against a bigger threat when more people become ill with suspected poisoning—and her own sister’s in the crosshairs. Charm’s left wondering if even Agatha Christie could have seen this one coming.
But with so much working against them—including the whole town being dead set against them consummating their relationship—do Charm and Ace stand a chance?
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“Aren’t you listening to me? I said a serial killer uses arsenic to kill off characters. Where’s your mind this morning?”
Star interrupted her spiel to make a spinning twirl, her usual performance piece when she was over-the-moon excited. The phone rang and I hurried to answer it, hoping it was who I thought it was. Yes.
“Auntie T.J. What’s the scoop?” I normally had the common sense not to ask, but today was different. I needed intel.
Her voice came over the house phone, all wheezy and breathy. Land lines were the only reliable mode of communication in Snowy Lake, where cell phones were a crap shoot. “Jennifer Morgan. She’s a geologist with Altima Explorations. A graduate student from the University of Manitoba. Good grades, though not brilliant. She’s here with a small team looking for precious minerals. Mark my word, a big gold strike is imminent. She lives close to his parents’ duplex in Winnipeg—did you know they live side by side? Families are old friends. I’m waiting on more information that I should have shortly. I think her father and Ace’s mother both work at that virology lab in Winnipeg. Will have verification soon.” With that my aunt stopped to take a breath.
I kept a sharp lookout across the street. Fortunately, the telephone rested on the counter near the entrance where we sold all sorts of cookies and bakery goods alongside my favorite magical items, including the new Gilded Tarot by Ciro with its black and gold borders framing lyrical illustrations that whispered to me whenever I ventured nearby. The location was perfect, offering up a proper surveillance position. A stranger came into focus, drawing my full attention—he was so stiff-looking with his pressed beige chino pants, white shirt and black tie and an old-fashioned pocket protector lining up a series of identical pens. He was coming right towards the Tea & Tarot with a determined look on his pasty-white face. His short ginger hair was pressed into service with one section at the crown that wouldn’t commit to the status quo sticking up with military defiance.
“I gotta go. Call me later when you know more.”
“Roger that. Over and out.”
I slipped off the sunglasses just as the angels tinkled a discordant note, announcing the visitor. He gave a harried look around, as though he had no idea how to go about what he needed, but needed it done—and done yesterday.
“Can I help you?” I got to him first. Easy enough, when no one else looked remotely interested.
“Yes, I’m here to check on catering. Do you do that?”
“Catering? Sometimes. What for?”
“I’m with Blue Vest Studios, the company producing the movie Witches and Wolves, and we need reliable catering six days a week at the movie set. You know, sandwiches, soups, salads, vegetable trays, desserts, that kind of thing. And especially anything chocolate. Can you do that?” He hurried his words, looking about with eyes that shifted so much I was concerned for his well-being.
“Well, possibly. And we specialize in chocolate, so you’re in luck. You must try our death-by-chocolate slice. It’s worth dying for with its hooey-gooey center of chocolate ganache and liquid caramel.” I caught the gleam in his eye at my description. While I relished the idea of a catering job, I knew most of it would fall to Tulip and me as Star had a role and, no doubt, she’d play that up. Add her bi-weekly singing at the Boots & Lace Tavern and she’d work both excuses for the foreseeable future.
“Would you like to try a sample?” I asked.
“Yes, definitely.” The gleam in his eye was blinding now.
I laid a square of the slice on a small plate, added a fork and handed it to him.
He demolished it in two spectacular bites.
“You do love chocolate.” I smiled at his satiated expression. Illicit drugs couldn’t have given him more of a sense of being in Blissville. “How many people are we talking about?”
“About a hundred and fifty.”
“A hundred and fifty meals a day?” My horror must have shown on my face, because he twitched and his eyes spun around like cartwheels.
“Yes, but just simple meals. Nothing fancy. And we’d pay ten dollars a head. One meal will suffice, delivered around noon. Send enough and we can eat off the buffet for the rest of the day. We have refrigerators in most of the trailers. What do you say?”
Hmm. Ten dollars a head times one hundred and fifty meals. Sweet. But I would need to hire an extra hand or two. No way could we manage all that on top of our usual workload. I made some swift calculations.
“Make that eleven dollars a meal and we have a deal.”
“Ten dollars and twenty-five cents. Then we have a deal. I’m Howard Smith, by the way, the resident accountant.”
“Charm McCall. Ten-fifty. And I’ll even throw in our gluten-free dessert, Cake of a Thousand Faces.” The yummy cake was called by that quirky name because it could be dolled up any number of ways—its vanilla flavor went with just about everything else in existence. That, and we loved weird names that made people stand up and take notice. “A house speciality that substitutes almond meal for pastry flour. So, as long as the customer is not allergic to nuts, it works really well. Low-carb, high protein.”
“Nice. Okay, that’ll work,” he agreed with a curt nod.
I sucked up losing the extra fifty cents and nodded my acceptance. An accountant would be concerned about costs. I got that, being the one and only bookkeeper for our small business. Cutting costs was essential to survival. Still, it rankled. We’d do the town proud with our catering—I’d make sure of that—even if it ate into profits.
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…
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Author Interview: Sallie Moppert
1) How did you choose
your genre? What made you write this book?
Mystery is by far my
favorite genre, so it was the obvious choice for me when I started writing
stories. Similarly, writing has always been a passion of mine, so I have wanted
for a long time to become a published author. I started writing Sam as a part
of a contest entry and instantly fell in love with his character. I composed
two additional stories featuring Sam and his partner, Dahlia, afterward and
then just kept writing. Twenty stories later, Sam has a whole journey written
down! The fun part was figuring out Sam’s journey; I wrote the stories out of
order, so I needed to come up with how the Sam we meet in the beginning becomes
the Sam we see at the end of the collection.
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 am a first born child
and I have one younger sister. I consider myself very fortunate to have such a
close relationship with my sister. She is like my idea springboard. I love to
bounce ideas for stories, characters and plot points off of her. Though, since
we are so close, she usually knows what I’m thinking and can we end up coming up
with the same ideas for my stories. To me, it proves that I’m on the right
track; great minds think alike, right?
3) Where is your
favorite place to write?
My absolute favorite
place to write is the beach. When I was younger, my aunt would take me to the
beach all the time during the summer. I loved it. I still love it to
this day. It is so peaceful and relaxing to be able to just sit on a blanket on
the sand and just write to the sound of the waves crashing and the feel of the
warmth of the sun overhead. I do the same thing at home, just minus the beach.
I’ll grab a blanket, radio and my notebook and just lay out in the sun,
writing. There is nothing like it, for me, at least!
4) How do you feel
about killing your darlings, and what do you with the remains?
It depends on the
character or the story. If I really like a certain character or story, I might
feel a little bad about it (or really terrible about it, but, if a character
needs to die for some reason, that character has to keep his/her fate), otherwise
I know it’s just a part of the creative process and shouldn’t be worried about.
If I scrap a story, or just put it on hold, I’ll usually hang on to it for a
bit. I like to recycle ideas and characters that have been put on the shelf
either permanently or at least temporarily.
5) You are introduced
to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is the one burning question you
must ask them?
Hands down, my favorite
author is Agatha Christie. Her mysteries are ingenious. I think out of the last
10 or so that I’ve read, I think I correctly guessed the culprit before the
reveal. My one question for her would be to ask how her writing process goes,
specifically, how does she come up with her mysteries? Her literary genius is
still relevant and popular today; there was just a remake of Murder on the
Orient Express, even so many decades later after the book was released. To
have a glimpse into the inner workings of that talent would be amazing.
6) Inquiring minds
want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.
I pretty much put hot
sauce on everything. Chicken, beef, tuna, salad, tacos, spaghetti, etc., I’ve
likely put hot sauce/spicy seasoning on it in some form.
7) You are stranded
on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in
your survival pack?
Well, it depends: one on
hand, a vacation on a deserted tropical island sounds nice, so I’d pack a
towel, notebook and pens to lay out in the sun and write! Then again, it
probably wouldn’t be the best idea to be living on a deserted island
permanently, so I would need some necessities instead. Hmm…I’m thinking some
sort of Swiss Army knife for all the different tools, purified water (or some
sort of water purified filter type thing) since the island is most likely
surrounded by salt water, and my dog. She would perfect for company, protection
and hunting. Plus, I love her so much 🙂
8) If you could have
one super power in your existence, what would it be?
I would love the power
to control time. I think it would be so helpful. Wouldn’t it be amazing to slow
down time to enjoy a little more quality time with your family and friends? (Or
just to slow down time to get in a few extra minutes after your alarm goes off
in the morning). What about the ability to go back in time? I would go back in
time and spend more time with my family members and pets before they passed
away. It would also be super useful to be able to go back and fix mistakes or
revisit certain situations with a little more wisdom and make better decisions
or just have a better understanding of why whatever happened had to happen. It
would also be fun to be able to check out the future!
9) Favorite snack?
Hmm, that’s a tough one.
It depends if I want to eat something healthy or something not-so-healthy. For
healthy stuff, I love fruits and vegetables. I could easily go through a bag of
carrots or celery with some hot sauce for dipping. On the other hand, you can’t
really beat a nice Hershey bar or some chips and dip. I’m partial to French onion
dip, but queso is good and chicken wing dip is just plain amazing.
10) Indy 500 – Do you know how to get to where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? I am terrible with directions when it comes to driving! Well, terrible with street names. I’m much better with landmarks, which, for my family, are restaurants or stores. “So, to get here, you need to turn at the light by the pizza place and the donut shop.” I would most likely know exactly where you’re referring to.
Good Cop Bad Cop
by Sallie Moppert
BLURB: When his mother is beaten to death by his alcoholic stepfather, fourteen-year-old Samuel Marlowe is rescued from seeking revenge against him by a chance meeting with Officer Edwin Hill. The veteran policeman takes Sam under his wing and even becomes the boy’s foster father.
Sam becomes a cop and works alongside his beloved mentor until Edwin is killed in a shooting. Hailed as a hero for his actions in the case, Sam feels like anything but. He begins a dark descent away from the stand-up policeman he once was, turning to drugs and alcohol to numb his pain and his PTSD.
The police captain assigns Sam a partner hoping to salvage what is left of him by forcing him to become a good role model for the young recruit. Needless to say, Sam is not pleased with the arrangement, protesting it up until the moment Junior Detective Dahlia Bennett enters his life.
Will he try to shake her loose? Does her by-the-book ideals and strong moral code rub off on him? Will his relaxed attitude and views on true justice start to influence her? What will ultimately lead to the two becoming a solid team? When Dahlia declares she wants to reopen some cases believing that the wrong person was sent to prison, Sam tells her straight out that in doing so, she would be putting her life at risk. As Dahlia persists, Sam is faced with the ultimate decision: let Dahlia reopen the cases and discover his crimes, or kill her to keep her from learning the truth.
Brian stepped forward, opening the massive doors with ease,
and walked straight into the sea of microphones, camera flashes, and video
recorders. Roderick followed a few steps behind his loyal attorney and stood at
his side as he waited for the onslaught of the inevitable media coverage that
was a result of the trial’s conclusion.
“People, please,” Brian started to speak, holding his hands
up to halt the millions of questions that were being voiced to him all at once.
Once the media crowd quieted down, Brian addressed them:
“I am pleased to announce that my client, Mr. Roderick
Morgan, was found not guilty for the deaths of his parents, Walter and Cassidy
Morgan. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan adopted Roderick and raised him as if he was their
own flesh and blood. There was no way that he would repay their love and
kindness by brutally murdering them as they lay sleeping in their beds.”
Roderick nudged Brian, who turned to look at him.
“May I?” he asked.
“Of course,” Brian said.
Roderick stepped in front of Brian to better face the
endless crowd of media before him.
“I would like to extend my gratitude to everyone who
supported me throughout this dreadful ordeal,” he said, speaking in the sweet
and innocent tone that had helped him to win over the jury a short time ago.
Roderick’s gentle eyes and sincere expression then suddenly
transformed to that of smugness accompanied by a sneer. “But that proves that
you are all stupid as hell,” he said with a wink. “Because I got away with
Roderick pulled his designer sunglasses out of his designer
suit coat pocket and put them on as his personal driver pulled up in front of
the courthouse with his golden Maserati. The media watched in stunned silence
as Roderick descended the concrete steps to his car, not a care in the world.
Brian followed solemnly behind him, his head lowered in shame at the admission
of guilt by his client.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
New York native, Sallie has a Master’s degree in Criminal Justice, with a
Specialization in Forensic Science. A lifelong mystery fan, she has combined
her love and passion for writing with her interests in criminal justice, law,
and forensic science.
currently resides in New York with her family and her “zoo,” which includes two
dogs, two guinea pigs, a betta fish and a leopard gecko. She works as a
freelance writer/editor and a legal assistant.
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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?
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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.
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.
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Author Interview: Jacki Kelly
1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book? I love writing romance. The best part is the happily-ever-after endings or the happy-for-now endings I get to write into my stories. As an optimist, I always try to see the good in a situation, and writing romance allows me to escape the headline news, or the tragic story of the day and escape into a world that’s fun, exciting and upbeat.
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’m a middle child and I believe there is a bit of me in each of my book. Like Macy Rollins from In Pursuit of Perfection, I used to work for a large corporation and understand the importance of knowing and coping with office politics.
3. Where is your favorite place to write? My office at my house. I don’t share it with anyone, so it’s full of all things Jacki. And sometimes it gets pretty messy, especially when I’m trying to finish a project. But in there, I don’t have to answer to anyone for the mess. And most times I can pretend like the outside world doesn’t exist. It’s just me and my characters.
4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains? An author has to do what she has to do to make the book good. If I struggle with killing off a character, then I save them and hope they fit into another future book.
5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? I’d want to meet Gloria Naylor and ask her how she came up with the story idea for her book, Mama Day. It’s one of my all-time favorites.
6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows. I’m a stickler for being on time. I’m more likely to show up early, than be late. I think being late for events is a sign of disrespect. Time is such a valuable commodity; I don’t like wasting it.
7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack? Since I’m stranded, I won’t have to worry about my weight, so there will be lots of chocolate. Maybe even chocolate with nuts, my favorite. And my Kindle, because then I’d have lots of stuff to read, because my Kindle is full of books waiting for me to read. And a survival kit, that included a weapon, waterproof matches, a blanket, soap, a first aid kit and a waterproof cell phone. I cheated a bit, didn’t I?
8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be? The ability to make the world a peaceful and loving place. I know its sounds like pie-in-the-sky, but that’s what I’d love to see.
9. Favorite snack? In case you don’t already know – chocolate.
10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? Most times I try to drive the speed limit, but have you ever tried to drive at 25 MPH. The car isn’t moving.
In Pursuit of Perfection
by Jacki Kelly
The next man in Macy
Rollins’s life must be perfect. She’s had enough impostors and isn’t willing to
settle for anything less. All she has to do is get through the company contract
negotiation season and she will get that promotion she has been working so hard
for. Avery Malveaux – one of Philadelphia’s most eligible bachelors – has been
hired to work with her as legal counsel for the company. From the moment they
are forced to work together tensions are high and expectations are low. He
questions her ability, she questions his intentions. After Macy is suspected in
an accounting shortage, she accuses Avery of betraying her confidence. Has she
once again been deceived by a man she thought she could trust? Can she clear
her name and win her job back? And can there be any hope for Macy’s pursuit of
He held her waist as they danced and pulled her closer. She
fit into his arms, as if they were made for each other. “So, do you forgive me
for my callous comment?” He tilted his head to look into her light brown eyes.
“I’ll think about it. I work very hard for English and
wouldn’t do anything to put the contract negotiations at peril on purpose.”
“I get that. I was out of line.”
She nodded. Her eyes softened enough to let him know that
hurdle was now behind him. He relaxed a little. Her long, regal neck, the soft
feel of her skin, and the sparkle in her eyes made concentrating on his dance
step impossible. Seeing her in a different environment made her seem like a
different person. So why wasn’t she already taken?
The song ended, but he didn’t want to stop talking to her or
let her disappear into the crowd. Not yet. There was no guarantee he’d get
another opportunity to hold her this close again.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
and women have always sought the promise that only love can offer. Jacki
invites you into an intriguing world where romance abounds around every corner
and down every street. You’ll be amazed at the crazy things we do and don’t do
for the promise of love.
Jacki has been writing since her fourth-grade teacher made her keep a journal for a grade. Now she does it to keep track of all the fascinating and heartbreaking moments that life throws our way. Poetry, personal essays, short stories and novels have all occupied space in her heart and her hard drive.
Jacki lives in the northeast where the winters are too cold and the summers are warm. But, she wouldn’t trade it for anywhere else, well maybe for a fabulous house on the sunny sands of Miami Beach in February. Her loveable husband and adorable floppy-eared dog endure her long periods behind the computer creating happy-endings for her amazing hero and heroines. Romance makes the world go round and Jacki is enjoying the ride.
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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?
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?
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?
any police officers reading this? Then I always drive the speed limit, of
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April in the Back of Beyond
GENRE: Romantic Suspense/Ghost
BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7TpMk4StYI
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.
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
“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
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.
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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?
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
4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the
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
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.’
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’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.”
“Thank you for that. And Wabanaki thanks you.”
“Well, Madam Mayor, I too have dedicated my life to this
“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
“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
“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
“You said it was none of my business, like there was
“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
“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
“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.
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.