Monday, 25 July 2016


Sorry, there will be no blog posts for a while. My husband is seriously ill and in hospital.

Apologies to everyone expecting to see their book/promo here.

Sunday, 24 July 2016

Reckless by Janet Elizabeth Henderson

Celebrate the release of Reckless
by Janet Elizabeth Henderson!

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2 grand prize winners will receive a $10 Amazon Gift Card.

2 runner-ups will receive an e-copy of choice from Janet’s backlist!

The new London office of Benson Security hasn’t even opened its doors yet and already it’s neck deep in its first case…
If the mission doesn’t kill him, his sexy partner just might.
Dimitri Raast and Megan Donaldson have a common enemy—the head of an organisation that specializes in human trafficking and sexual slavery.

They have similar motivation—Dimitri’s sister was taken by the organisation, and Megan’s sister is threatened by it.

They have the same goal—eliminate their enemy and save their sisters.

Given they have so much in common, you would think working together would be a piece of cake.

You would be wrong.

While Dimitri brings skills and experience from years as a US Army Ranger to their partnership, Megan brings a background in failed career choices and an ability to cause trouble wherever she goes. Yet, even with so much at stake, Dimitri can’t resist Megan’s particular brand of crazy. She’s wild, she’s sexy and she’s fearless. An irresistible combination for a man who lives his life completely in control. Now, after almost a year with one all-consuming focus, Dimitri finds himself torn between rescuing his sister and protecting the woman he wants - from herself.

Before she gets them both killed.


      They were meeting Johnny Rotten in a dark alley. Of course they were meeting a guy called Johnny Rotten in a dark alley. Megan rolled her eyes. Obviously Johnny went to the TV movie school of how to be a bad guy.
      “You stay here.” Dimitri pointed at a dumpster. Yeah. A dumpster. She half expected some guy with a camera to shout cut and make them start again.
      “You don’t mean in the dumpster, right?” Because—eew!
      “No. Beside it. In the dark.” He didn’t even try to disguise that he was losing patience. “Don’t move, don’t make a sound, don’t interrupt.”
      Blah, blah, blah, let the big boys play. She was so tired of hearing the same old tune. It was time to change the radio station.
      “Right,” Dimitri said. “I’m going to drive round and come in from the other end.”
      “Why can’t I just wait in the car? It’s cold and it stinks here.”
      “Because…” He stretched the word out. “You’re supposed to be my hostage. I can’t just let you hang out in the car.”
      “I can pretend to be drugged.”
      “No. Too dangerous. He might spot you, know who you are and that Rudi wants you. Then what would stop him deciding to eliminate me and take you to Rudi himself?”
      She stamped her feet to get her blood circulating before the chill removed her toes. “Why didn’t you just take me back to the office?”
      “You’re my backup.” There was a silent ‘idiot’ attached to that sentence, she just knew it.
      “The backup that hides in dumpsters?”
      “The backup that phones for help if it looks like things are going south.”
      Megan blushed, grateful he couldn’t see it in the dark. “So, I need my phone?”
      He put his hands on his hips and looked skyward for a moment. “Where is it?”
      “Car.” She gave him what she hoped was an apologetic smile.
      He stomped off, cursing under his breath and came back a few minutes later with the phone. “Sorted now?”
      Megan nodded. It probably wasn’t the best time to tell him she really needed to use the bathroom. She could hold it. How long did it take to have a covert meeting in an alley anyway?
      She gave him a thumbs up and watched him march back to the car. Leaving her alone in a stinky, dark alley. Alone and not thinking about how good Dimitri’s lips felt against hers. Nope.       She wasn’t thinking about that at all. She was a professional—nearly. She had a job to do. She backed into the shadows and tried to become invisible. Ninja Megan. She could do it. It was all about the power of the mind. She closed her eyes and took a few calming breaths.
      That’s when her stomach rumbled. Her hand smacked flat on it as she bit her lip. Maybe all that fried food wasn’t such a great idea after all. Not that she would ever admit that to Dimitri. She was still mad at the man. Sure she’d been the first to say they weren’t in a relationship, but he didn’t have to agree so enthusiastically. He’d sounded affronted. As though she was the last person on earth he’d consider dating. It was insulting. Her stomach made a strange bubbling sound as she saw Dimitri’s SUV pull up at the other end of the alley. He got out and stood under the yellow glow of the street lamp. Waiting. Alert. Moody.
      Megan’s stomach rumbled again. Loudly. This wasn’t good. So much for not making a sound. Her own body was working against her. She crouched down in an attempt to dull the noise, and hoped it worked. She closed her eyes, tried to calm her stomach and think thoughts that made her invisible.
      That’s when she farted.
      It wasn’t silent.
      Megan dropped her head to her knees. If the bad guys didn’t get her, she’d die of humiliation.
      And then her stomach rumbled again.

© 2016 Janet Elizabeth Henderson

The Author:

I grew up in Scotland, but now I’m living in New Zealand - married to a Dutch man whom I met in America. (It can get a little confusing in my household!) When I'm not living in my head, I'm a mother to two tiny kids, three pet sheep, three miniature horses, three alpacas, one dog, two cats, several chickens and an escape artist goat.

5 random things about me:

  1. I accidentally mooned a crowd at a Bolivian wedding.
  2. I've been chased by a gang of baboons. And I mean gang. They were organised and vicious. All that was missing was their leather jackets and tattoos!
  3. I wrote my first novel when I was 22. It was a cross between Star Wars, Monsters Inc. and Tinkerbelle. Funnily enough, no one wanted to publish it. Odd that...
  4. I was a portrait artist on the streets of Amsterdam for a time.
  5. I worked night shift as a security guard at Stirling Castle in Scotland while I was in art college. The castle was on a terrorist hit-list back then. To defend it they gave me a flashlight, a two-way radio that only worked one-way and made me wear a polyester A-line skirt...

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Friday, 22 July 2016

Detective Madison Knight Series by Carolyn Arnold

Title: Detective Madison Knight Series
Author: Carolyn Arnold
Books in Series as of 2016: 8 (Standalone)
Publisher: Hibbert & Stiles Publishing Inc.
Genre: Police Crime, Mystery

Murder. Investigation. The pursuit of justice.

Do you love trying to figure out whodunit? How about investigating alongside police detectives from the crime scene to the forensics lab and everywhere in between? Do you love a strong female lead? Then I invite you to meet Detective Madison Knight as she solves murders with her male partner, utilizing good old-fashioned investigative work aided by modern technology.

This is the perfect book series for fans of Law & Order, CSI, Blue Bloods, Rizzoli & Isles, Women’s Murder Club, and Hawaii Five-O.

Read in any order or follow the series from the beginning:

In the Line of Duty (Releasing 9.26.16)
Life Sentence (Bonus Prequel)

In the Line of Duty

A hero has fallen, and hard-edged detective Madison Knight will stop at nothing short of finding justice—even if it means risking her own life.

Releasing 9.26.16

For more information, visit

Pre-order on Amazon and Barnes & Noble

The Author:

CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.

Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.

Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.

She currently lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and is a member of Crime Writers of Canada.

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Deadly Impulse by Carolyn Arnold
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Thursday, 21 July 2016

Ultimate Courage by Piper J. Drake

Hot military heroes, the women who love them, and the devoted dogs that always have their backs. ULTIMATE COURAGE is the second book in a high adrenaline contemporary suspense series from Piper J. Drake published by Forever Romance. Fans of D.D. Ayres K-9 Rescue series and Cindy Gerard’s One Eyed Jacks, will love this action packed romantic suspense series.

Title: Ultimate Courage
Author: Piper J. Drake
Series: True Heroes #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 26, 2016
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing- Forever
Print Length: 336 pages
Format: Digital and Mass Market Paperback

Elisa Hall is good at starting from scratch. Leaving an abusive relationship in her rearview, she packs everything she owns into the trunk of her car and heads for refuge with her friend in Hope's Crossing, North Carolina.

Alex Rojas returned from his second deployment as a Navy SEAL to find his condo empty and divorce papers on the breakfast table. Now he's building a life for himself and his daughter at Hope's Crossing kennels training younger dogs and handlers to search and rescue, struggling to adjust to life back in the States and as a single father.

When Elisa shows up at the kennels, it's obvious she's running from something. Luckily, the dogs and trainers at Hope's Crossing are more than capable of warding off trouble. And with every minute he spends with Elisa, Alex becomes even more and more determined to protect the woman he's certain he won't be able to live without...

Also in this series:
Extreme Honor


Beautiful blue-gray eyes met his briefly before the woman dropped her own gaze to focus on someplace lower on his face, like his nose or mouth. Subtle. Most people would probably not even notice the way she avoided direct eye contact.
But then again, not many people made eye contact a challenge the way he and his colleagues did. It wasn’t on purpose, really; more of a common quirk in their personalities.

Funny, he hadn’t expected to see her again. Okay, maybe he’d been hoping to find her at Revolution MMA for those self-defense classes he’d recommended. But here she was. A weird tingle jolted through his chest.

This woman was about as non-aggressive as possible without cowering outright. Despite her upright posture, her hands hung at her sides in a loose, non-defensive position. Her left wrist was covered in a brace and it was easy to see she held something in her right hand. She was far enough back on the landing to easily drop down a step or two without having to back up more than a few inches.

But the mannerisms didn’t fit her energy, the straightness of her shoulders, or the set of her jaw. Whoever this woman was, she’d developed habits. She wasn’t a mouse by nature. He wouldn’t be as irritated to see these behaviors if these things came naturally to her.

Who had forced her to assume those mannerisms to survive?

“Mr. Rojas.” Her voice was steady.

Another sign of her being more than what she seemed, as far as he was concerned. The timbre was almost soothing, and he realized he’d balled his hands into fists. Well, shit. He let his hands loosen.

She presented the object she held in her right hand. “I think your daughter left this behind at the ER last night. I hope you don’t mind, but the logo for the kennels was on the inside label, so I googled the address.”

Slowly—because he didn’t want her to snatch her hand back—he took the glove from her. “Thanks.”

“The hospital lost and found was overflowing, and I wanted to make sure Boom got her glove back,” the woman continued, then bit her lip. “And I wanted to be sure to thank you.” Her cheeks took on a fascinating pale pink blush.

Caught by surprise, Rojas raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

Maybe his tone had been the right encouragement, because she looked up again, her gaze meeting his, and the chemistry shocked him right down to his toes, hitting every vital organ—including his balls—along the way.

Blue-gray, cool as a calm day out on the water, her gaze held his. “You were very kind last night, and I didn’t thank you then. I try to thank the kind people I meet. So thank you.”

Rojas cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

He didn’t know what else to say. He’d only given her some ice, a cup of coffee, and a card about the martial arts center. Boom had a good sense for people, and when she’d said the woman needed the referral for the self-defense classes, he’d been inclined to agree.

She broke their eye contact, and he felt the loss as if someone had broken the circuit on an electrical current. “I should be going now.”

“Wait.” He didn’t know what made him ask her to. But she paused, balanced on the balls of her feet at the edge of the landing. He was sure if he didn’t catch her now she’d be gone for good. “I didn’t get your name.”

“Oh.” She turned to face him. Another sign that she’d learned caution but she wasn’t afraid by nature. She was open. A people person. Or at least more of one than he was. “Elisa Hall.”

The Author:

Piper J. Drake (or “PJ”) began her writing career as “PJ Schnyder” writing sci-fi & paranormal romance and steampunk. She has recently received the FF&P PRISM award for her work as well as the NJRW Golden Leaf award and Parsec award.

Now, PJ is exploring the complexity of romantic suspense, incorporating her interests in mixed martial arts and the military into her writing.

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Emely’s Destiny by Ariel Marie

Norrix Buchner’s loyalty knew no boundaries. As a king’s guard and one of the deadliest vampires, he was sworn to remain true to his king. In the absence of his king, he led the king’s guard in protecting and providing a safe refuge for displaced vampires. Now that the vampire king had returned, negotiations between vampires and humans have commenced. Norrix was assigned the task to ensure that the humans maintained their part of the treaty. Destiny led him to discover an imprisoned female vampire with large gray eyes and it just about broke him.

Two years had passed since her capture. Life as a lab rat, subjected to inhumane experiments was not how Emely Winter imagined she would spend the rest of her days. She prayed for the day that she would be free, but was beginning to lose all hope. Never in a million years, would she have believed that her rescuer would be the infamous Norrix Buchner, king’s guard and champion for vampires everywhere.

Their meeting was unconventional but love was instant. Emely and Norrix’s passion burned bright in their darkened world. Destiny may have led them to each other but will Norrix and Emely be able to secure their future, together?

Add Emely’s Destiny to your #Goodreads #TBRList→ August 20, 2016

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The Author

Ariel Marie fell in love with books at an early age. She can remember her first favorite book. She read the book so many times that it fell apart and she was devastated! Fast-forward thirty years later, Ariel now writes books she hopes readers will fall in love with and read over and over.

Paranormal romance is her favorite genre. Who doesn’t love Shifters, Witches, Faes and all the other paranormals? She just loves writing about couple’s first meeting, the magnetism of when their eyes first meet and the first kiss! Her favorite part of writing paranormals is creating the world that the characters live in.

Ariel Marie loves connecting with her readers. Once a month she personally writes her newsletter for her readers. They are one of the first to learn about book releases, contest and events that she is participating in.

The Truth Series & Before The Lies by Elaine May

★ The Truth Series ★

★ Before The Lies ★

Genre : Romance / Suspense

Author: Elaine May

The Truth Series

For the first time Isla and Joshie's story is in one book and edited for your enjoyment.

Lies And Truth

When Isla Holmes life as a child is turned upside down and she is ripped away from her soul mate, she is forced to live a life with evil.
When Isla and her soul mate cross paths will they find a happy ever after or will evil intervene?

Pain And Truth

After years apart Isla and Joshua were finally reunited in a beautiful night but come morning evil tried to destroy it. Will Isla and Joshua's love with stand the new evil that threatens them?

Before The Lies

If I had known from the beginning what he would do to me, would I have changed anything?
No matter what had happened with him I never would have been led down the path that brought me to my soul mate.
For that I could never be sorry.
I just wish I'd had time to make my time count.
I wish I'd been able to see her grow.
I wish I could have said goodbye, to have felt his touch one last time.
The other man in my life took that away from me but I would never change a thing.
Although he was my undoing he was also my saviour, I just wish I could have been his.

This is my part of the story.

Before The Lies is a prequel to Elaine May's successful Truth series, although it can also be read as a standalone novel. Readers should be aware of its uncompromising storyline as it depicts the harsh reality of Rosa's story.

Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the South West of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what i've written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.

Monday, 18 July 2016

November Rain by Shannon A. Thompson

Title: November Rain
Author: Shannon A. Thompson
Series: (Bad Bloods #1)
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: July 18th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Seventeen-year-old Serena isn’t human. She is a bad blood, and in the city of Vendona, bad bloods are executed. In the last moments before she faces imminent death, a prison guard aids her escape and sparks a revolt. Back on the streets determined to destroy her kind, Serena is spared by a fellow bad blood named Daniel. His past tragedies are as equally mysterious as her connection to them.

Unbeknownst to the two, this connection is the key to winning the election for bad bloods’ rights to be seen as human again. But Serena is the only one who can secure Vendona’s vote. Now, Daniel must unite with her before all hope is lost and bad bloods are eradicated, even if it means exposing secrets worse than death itself. United or not, a city will fight, rain will fall, and all will be threatened by star-crossed love and political corruption.


      This person wasn’t Michele or Tessa, but she was a girl, a teenage girl with wild eyes. Blood dripped down the side of her face, and her hair was browned with soot. Because of her sunken cheekbones, she resembled a dirty skeleton more than a living being. She wasn’t a member of my flock, but she was definitely blooded, and she was in trouble.
      “Let me help you—” I began, but she dodged to the left.
      I cut her off.
      She stepped forward, leaning too far to the right in a limp. “Get out of my way.”
      I didn’t respond. The police would catch her if she kept running, and I wouldn’t lose another blood to Vendona’s massacre.
      “I will kill you,” she promised, baring her teeth.
      “I know.”
      She paused at my words, and her hesitation was the only weapon I had.
      Before she could react, I stepped forward and raised my arm. When she ducked, I swung my leg out and my foot collided with her injured leg. She hit the pavement with her head.
I cringed but bent down to haul her up. She was a rag doll in my arms—an angry rag doll—but a rag doll, nonetheless.
      She screamed as she reeled back to hit me, but I dragged her into Shadow Alley and pushed her against the bricks. “Shut up,” I ordered, kneeling down to put my lips near her ear, “and you might live through this.”

The Author:

Shannon A. Thompson is a twenty-three-year-old author, avid reader, and habitual chatterbox. She was merely sixteen when she was first published, and a lot has happened since then. Thompson's work has appeared in numerous poetry collections and anthologies, and her first installment of The Timely Death Trilogy became Goodreads' Book of the Month. As a novelist, poet, and blogger, Thompson spends her free time writing and sharing ideas with her black cat named after her favorite actor, Humphrey Bogart. Between writing and befriending cats, she graduated from the University of Kansas with a bachelor's degree in English, and she travels whenever the road calls her.

Visit her blog for writers and readers at

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Connecting Books Across Genres

I’m a young adult author who writes in various genres. I have contemporary, paranormal romance, fantasy, and science fiction published, but my two main series include a Dark vs. Light paranormal romance that takes place in the small Midwest town of Hayworth—The Timely Death Trilogy—and a dystopian science fiction duology—Bad Bloods—about children with hindering abilities fighting against an election that decides if they will continue to be executed or not. While The Timely Death Trilogy takes place in Kansas in 2009, Bad Bloods takes place in an undisclosed southern city bordered by the ocean and locked in by walls in the year 2089. Despite having different locations, time periods, and genres, these series are connected.
What? How?
Well, let me tell you without spoiling it for you: the characters.
If you read The Timely Death Trilogy and you also read the Bad Bloods Prequel (FREE on Wattpad), you will get to know a little girl named Violet. She is the key to the connection. But that’s all I’ll say for now.
Why did I connect these two, seemingly unrelated stories? Because they ARE related, and they always have been in my mind. I mean, they existed in my mind at the same time, after all. And so do all of my stories. Which, basically means I connect all of my novels in some way or another.
Consider it a wink to all those readers who follow every book by an author.
But how do I do this?
I’m not sure there’s a method, necessarily. I always tell aspiring writers to follow their gut, and this is often why. For instance, I definitely don’t know every book I will write in my life time, but by keeping my mind and heart open to the characters (and honest), I guarantee they’ll reveal a weird twist of how they got to know each other while hanging out in my mind space.
As an example? Many readers were dying for my continuation of The Timely Death Trilogy (or a happily ever after epilogue), but the truth of it was, whenever I attempted to tackle a shiny, pretty ending, I only saw my characters lives becoming more and more complicated as they grew older. (A reality, really.) And while I wanted to leave everyone on a happy note, Violet’s character in Bad Bloods is so powerful to The Timely Death Trilogy, I couldn’t deny what she wanted to say: the truth. And that truth became the connection, and to me, these connections remind us an important truth to every story.
Connecting books across genres shows that a character’s story never ends, even when the pages do.

November Rain, Part One, releases July 18, 2016
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November Snow, Part Two, releases July 25, 2016
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Sunday, 17 July 2016

Wizarding Protection Program by J.B. Taylor

Book 1 of the Wizarding Protection Program Series
Published July 3, 2016

Christine is an actress, a breakout star in truth. She never believed in wizards. She never knew of the darkest wizard ever to have existed … Mortem. But Mortem knows of her. Christine is the sole survivor of his assassination of two wizarding journalists that resulted in a destroyed cafĂ© and many dead civilians. Fearful her rising celebrity will bring his great plan to take over the wizarding world into the consciousness of the public he seeks her out, and Christine is forced on the run.

Read for free on Kindle Unlimited.

The Author:

J.B Taylor was born in Indiana where he still resides with his three lovely rescued dogs, Henry, Bo, and Rocky. He is the author of numerous short stories.

Saturday, 16 July 2016

The Reaping by Richard Schiver


Second Chance Weekend

On June 24, 2016, THE REAPING was released in both print and e-book format. To celebrate the release, the first book in the DREADLAND CHRONICLES series, ALL ROADS LEAD TO TERROR was free from Friday June 24, 2016 until midnight Sunday June 26, 2016.

This weekend on July 16 & 17  there is a second chance to give those who missed the first free weekend a chance to enter the drawing.


Anyone who downloads a free copy of All Roads Lead to Terror and leaves a review on before midnight on August 20, 2016,will be entered into a drawing for a one of a kind candy jar to take place on August 21, 2016. Full details about the giveaway can be found HERE!

The Reaping

Man is no longer alone at the top of the food chain.

From the East a new threat to a struggling civilization emerges, spreading across the land like a cancerous stain, leaving in its wake the shattered remnants of a species teetering on the brink of extinction.

After the dead walked and society crumbled, mankind struggled back from the brink of extinction. Having fled the cities, the survivors lead a more pastoral lifestyle, while the cities to the east stand as silent monuments to the former progress of man.

But they are not empty.
Not only did mankind leave behind the trappings of his progress, but the creatures of the night that once fed along the shadowy edges of a well lit world. Inhabiting that twilight space between day and night, between what is real and imagined, between dreams and nightmares.

In Bryn Mawr Window is infected when he is bitten by a Reaper. As he struggles against the rising bloodlust, viewing his friends as a potential meal, they set out to the East in the search of a cure.

Along the way they learn more about the nature of the world they inhabit, their own past, and the part they each play in a potential future. Crossing paths with a shadowy figure who leaves small tokens from each of their own history. Little objects that carry powerful emotions linked to major changes in their past lives.

In the nations former capitol they are confronted by the master who reveals the cold truth about the cosmos as he prepares his own army of the undead to enslave what remains of mankind.

All Roads Lead to Terror
The horrors of the past meet the brutality of the present.

On the day of his birth the dead walked and society crumbled. His mother took one look at him and pronounced him Meat. He survived, she didn't.

Fourteen years have passed and obscurity means survival in an increasingly dangerous world. For the survivors compound at Bremo Bluff that obscurity is threatened when a savage band abducts a group of children from the compound.

Accompanied by his three friends Window, Einstein, and Billie-Bob, Meat embarks on a quest to rescue the children. A journey that will lead them into adulthood, with a brief detour through the Dreadlands, as they confront the harsh reality of a brutal world beyond the barriers that had served to protect them.

In the dead city of Richmond they will confront that savage cult of children who worship a creature of the night. These creatures, once considered the nightmare imaginings of a fevered mind, are now awake in a world where the population that once served as their food source has been reduced.

Awake and very, very, hungry.

Excerpt from The Reaping:

They heard her before they saw her, whistling a soft tune, a haunting melody that was anything but  upbeat. Like a funeral dirge best shared during the procession when the casket takes its final journey to the grave. From around a bend in the small stream the sound came, competing with the babble of the water rushing over smooth stone, and the restless voice of a soft breeze that stirred what leaves remained, their dead bodies chattering against one another like skeletons dancing a frenzied jig.

Cautiously they approached the sound, coming upon an old woman kneeling on the bank as she washed clothes in the cold waters of the stream. Her calloused hands were red with the cold, and as they rounded the bend she pushed herself to her feet with the help of a gnarled cane, tilting her head to one side like she could hear their footsteps on the grassy bank.

“I been waiting for you boys to find me. Mama said you would be around,” she said as the hem of her long dress caught in the moving water and the fabric drank its fill. She wore a black shawl stretched across her shoulders, her white hair in stark contrast as it rested against her back.

“Don’t be bashful now, I know you’re out there, I can smell ya.” She turned her head to look in their direction, the cataracts coating her eyes capturing the sunlight to lend them a silvery appearance. Her face was a road map of wrinkles, each one denoting a different emotion, the lines radiating out from her narrow lips ready at a moments notice to punctuate a smile or a frown.

Window moved past the others, following the narrow strip of brown grass that served as a bank to keep the stream on its course. She blinked several times as he approached, taking a hesitant step back as he got closer, his six two frame towering over her diminutive five three posture.

“He got to you, didn’t he boy?” She said with a faint quiver in her voice. It was obvious she was frightened by Windows sudden movement, but at the same time she carried herself like one who was prepared to meet her end. She reached out with one hand, and gently caressed Windows cheek like a mother comforting her child.

“How did you know we was coming?” Window said.

She smiled then, relaxing her grip on the walking stick she used to keep herself upright. “Mama told me back when I was a young un. She said, Sophie, you help them four boys when they come, you wait right there, don’t go running off, cause they’s gonna need your help.”

“How long ago was that?” Window said.

“All my life I’ve known, and I’ve waited, cause mama told me I had to. From the time I was a wee child running barefoot down to old man Winner's little store, I’ve known of you.”

“But that was before we were even born,” Window said as the others joined them and the old woman tilted her head to each in turn.

“You can see us?” Billie-Bob said.

She laughed then, her voice filled with a joy that helped push back the chill of the late fall day, offering a brief respite from the cold as a spreading warmth filled each of them at the sound of her merriment.

“Everything that has been, and is yet to be, has been writ down for those who know where to look,” she said before turning to look in Billie-Bob’s direction.

“I can see you with my heart, and that’s all I need. I can see your pain, you did something you thought was bad, but it wasn’t. Sometimes we are pushed to do things we otherwise would not do, for these things we can’t be held accountable, least ways not to ourselves. Where each of you are going you need to leave your guilt behind, it’s the only way you will survive, the only way the world as we know it will continue on its way.”

“What good is this world?” Einstein said, “why should we worry about letting it continue on its way.”

The old woman reached over and touched Einstein’s cheek, “I feel your pain son, but sometimes we have to know loss before we can know joy. It’s the way of the world and it won’t do us any good to fight it. You can’t see that now, but you will.”

“Can you help us?” Meat said.

“That’s why I’m here,” she said as she took Windows hand into her own, “he’s got something very bad in him," she said as she nodded at Window, "they calls them reapers, I can see it hunkered down next to his soul, trying to hide from me. I can’t help with that, but I know what you need to do. Let’s go inside where we can talk.” She looked around, searching the woods around them for other intruders, the boys followed suit, finding only the empty forest.

When they turned back a small cabin stood behind the old woman. It hadn’t been there before, Meat was sure of it, it was like it had materialized right out of the forest behind them.

The Author:

Unlike other writers who knew they wanted to write the moment they became self aware, Richard’s path to taking up the pen followed a more leisurely route.

As a child he wanted to be a fighter pilot, later he thought it would be neat to be a rock star. Unfortunately, as an introvert, he was not suited for the stage. Once he gave up the guitar, much to the relief of his parents, he turned his attention to making movies.

Armed with an 8mm movie camera, several rolls of aluminum foil liberated from the kitchen, and the spare bed sheets, he filmed his first masterpiece. The story was about a space ship crash landing in the woods behind his house. His sister starred as the damsel in distress while his little brother, wrapped like a mummy in the spare bed sheets, chased her through the woods.

His career as a famous director ended before it even got off the ground when on opening night his mother recognized the missing bed sheets and aluminum foil resulting in his grounding for the remainder of that summer.

A voracious reader, he believes writing is the most intimate form of communication possible. The reader permits the writer access to their mind, and the readers reality dissolves as they focus on the narrative of the tale being spun.

His love of the macabre was sparked at an early age when he would sit on his grandmother’s porch listening to her tell ghost stories. During the summer he and his cousins would sleep in his grandmother’s back yard, within sight of the abandoned haunted house next door, and spend the night scaring one another with gruesome tales of shadowy creatures that went bump in the night.

During his life he has played a series of roles, husband, father, son, and lover, but his favorite by far is grandfather. He and his wife of twenty plus years have raised four children, and helped raise eight grandchildren. They provide a secure home to a yellow lab named Max and a cat who will answer to either Flame or Furball. His loving wife, Dena has experienced first hand the exasperation of living with a writer whose mind has a tendency to wander at the most inappropriate times. Yet she manages to keep his feet firmly planted on terra firma.

Richard can be found online at:
Written in Blood is Richard's personal blog where he shares his thoughts on writing, and whatever else might strike his fancy.

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Friday, 15 July 2016

Interview with Rico Lamoureux

My guest today is Rico Lamoureux, a life-long lover of story, he's been a storyteller for over thirty years.

Welcome to Just Books, Rico. Would you like to start by telling us a little about yourself and your background?
Storytelling has always been a strong passion of mine. I grew up under the harsh conditions of child abuse and poverty, with books, movies, and television being my only escape. At eleven years old I picked up a pen a tried my own hand at telling a story. I instantly fell in love, and have been head over heels ever since!

When and why did you decide to become a writer?
While in middle and high school, the stories I’d write were becoming more frequent, with students and teachers alike giving me validation that this was something I was actually good at. No one ever said, “You should be a writer when you grow up,” so with it never really occurring to me, I just spent a number of years dabbling in different forms of storytelling, before going off to film school to study screenwriting. Eventually I woke up to the fact that the business is based a lot more on who you know than what you can do, and so I set my sights on writing books.

Do you have a specific writing style?
I once read that the world will only allow you to have one true greatness. Since then I’ve also learned that it will try its damnedest to make you be specific. Case in point: I grew up being in love with a variety of different stories, so it was only natural for me to become a versatile author. Little did I know I was breaking a so-called rule, with so-called experts telling me I should choose only one genre and stay in it. But people I’ve admired from the past – those who decided to go against the grain and be true to themselves-- taught me otherwise, and so I became the multi-genre author I was meant to be.
And yes, this means my ‘style’ often changes, really from one story to the next. For example, with my dramatic horror novella, The Mirrored Staircase, the story was telling me it wanted to unfold in kind of a poetic way. Quite different than my latest book, Riker’s Calling, which had me bringing it to life more like a movie, hence, I was able to draw from my screenwriting days.

Tell us about your writing routine; what’s a typical writing day for you?
When I’m writing is when I’m happiest, but as an indie author, I have to take on the monster of marketing more often than I’d like. That may soon change though, as I’m exploring the idea of teaming up with a marketer, who’d be responsible for taking care of most of that for me.
But yeah, when I’m writing, nothing comes before it. TV, the internet, the world – can all wait, as I start my day with a good stretch, a good meal, and then let the magic flow!

What is the thing you struggle with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
I recently passed my fifteenth anniversary of being legally blind, after having lost total sight in my left eye eleven years prior. As you can imagine, this is one of the toughest things that can happen to a storyteller, whose used to using their sight to read and write a lot more than the average person. I now have to pace myself, having only so much time in a day before my remaining sight becomes too strained. There’s been times when I felt like it was just hanging on by a thread, with me asking, pleading with the universe, to just give me some more time.
It’s a daily struggle, but I’m a warrior.

What is the name of your latest book and what inspired it?

Riker’s Calling, my first Crime Thriller. It started off as an idea for a short story, to be submitted to a few crime magazines. Anyone who has ever taken the submission route knows that it takes forever, and even then you may not get published, as it takes talent to spot talent. The further I got into the story the more I began to realize its potential, along with the fact that it would be better served as a novella. Now I see Riker, the main character, as someone who has at least a few more adventures to take.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
I’ll be releasing my autobiography, Power of the Pen, in the near future. I’ll leave it up for readers to find out if Riker’s Calling reflects any of my own life

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?
Names are really important. For me, they have to fit the character I’m writing. For example, with my novella Bleeding Perseverance, where an American martial artist goes to Afghanistan and falls in love with a girl from there, I wanted her name to really represent her character, and so I chose Karida, which basically translates to Purity.

What is your favourite part or scene in the novella?
I have quite a few, but one that stands out is a scene that involves Riker trying to convince his niece to attend college. Wise beyond her years, she says she’ll consider it, then shows that she’s a true artist with just two sentences…
“Treat your passion like a pastime, you’re a hobbyist. Treat it like it’s your life, you’re an artist.”

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
I learn a number of new things from each book I write, and hope that my readers are able to do so as well. With Riker’s Calling, my research included me delving into the world of tattoo, as one of the main characters is a tattoo artist. As a result, I developed more respect for the art form that it is.

Can you tell us anything about any of your current work(s)-in-progress? And what can we expect from you in the future?
In addition to my autobiography, which will be a no-holds-barred look into the diverse life I’ve lived thus far, I might publish a few surprises before the year is up. And as for Riker, he’ll definitely be back!

Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors.
I absolutely love to read, but like an unforgettable film or an amazing piece of music, a great book is not easy to come by. And then there’s the whole issue with my limited sight. When my vision permits, I love to get my hands on stories from Stephen King, Anne Rice, and Ken Follett.

What do you like to do when you're not writing?
My greatest joy is story, so when I’m not writing or reading it, I’m watching it. And it doesn’t always have to be fiction. Compelling news stories, documentaries, etc. I have a soft spot for them too.

And finally... if you were ever stranded on a deserted island what would you miss and which three books would you take along?
I like to be in the know, so I’d miss being up-to-date on what’s going on in the world. Three books I’d like to have with me? Pillars of the Earth, Misery, and Tale of the Body Thief. But come on, don’t I get pens and paper as well?!

Thank you for spending your time with us,  Rico. Good luck with all your future projects.

Find Rico and his books on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Smashwords and Lulu.

Thursday, 14 July 2016

Bulldog’s Girls by Ann Mayburn

A small town, contemporary/erotic romance novel that is sure to make you want a cold shower!

Here’s your first look at the cover for Ann Mayburn’s new book

Amaya gave up everything to protect her daughter, Peyton, but it wasn't enough and a sadistic enemy she thought was dead is tormenting her from beyond the grave. In a desperate attempt to keep her daughter safe, Amaya flees to the small Michigan Beach town of Green Haven where she meets Paul McKay, a retired football player and her new neighbor. Paul, known around town as Bulldog, finds himself drawn to the sassy, beautiful young woman and her adorable little girl, yet is puzzled why a woman who is as attracted to him as he is to her constantly pushes him away. When he finds out about the evil hunting Amaya and Peyton he vows that he will do anything to keep them safe, even if it means sacrificing his own life in the process.

The Author:

With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as muchd etail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she's weird, and that sarcasm doesn't translate well via text.

Be sure to follow Ann Mayburn on social media and visit her website to keep up to date as more information is released about Bulldog’s Girls!

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Clovers and Fire by Lauralee Jacks

Title: Clovers and Fire
Author: Lauralee Jacks
Genre: Children’s Books, Fantasy

Prince Chauncey and his best friend, Sir Phillip, have always dreamed of becoming heroes. One day, they set out to win the hand of the most beautiful girl in the world. Little do they know that it will soon become the adventure of their lifetime. As they go about their quest, they find that their friendship is tested. Could Prince Chauncey and Sir Phillip learn the basis of their friendship before it is too late?

Excerpt #1:

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (of course, back then, with no cars, everything over a few miles was far, far away!) there was a beautiful kingdom named Cloveland.  Cloveland got its name from all of the fields of green clovers that grew there, and the land was always filled with the sweet smell of the leaves. And, with all of those four leaf clovers scattered in the fields, it brought the kingdom good luck…at least for a while.
Cloveland was governed by King Stefan.  King Stefan was a kindly man, with the frizziest mane of hair anybody had ever seen.  He was tall and very muscular, with blue eyes as deep as the night sky.  Everyone who ever met King Stefan said that he reminded them of a lion in the form of a man (and King Stefan liked this comparison very much!).  The king had a wonderful smile when he used it, but unfortunately he did not smile very often.  That’s because King Stefan was a lonely man, with no Queen to share his life with.
One day, King Stefan called in his Royal Advisor, Gregory. Gregory was more than just an advisor to the king, he was King Stefan’s best friend.  Gregory always laughed at all of the king’s jokes (even the bad ones) and did his best to keep the king cheerful.  Gregory had a wonderful laugh, a big belly, rosy cheeks, a nose the size of a small balloon, and the longest beard in the kingdom.  It was rumored that a whole family of elves lived in his beard, but no one could confirm it.
“If I do not find a wife soon, Gregory, I will surely die of loneliness!  My poor heart grieves for someone to love.”
“Your majesty,” said Gregory, “I will do all I can to help you find a Queen, I swear it!”

The Author:

Lauralee Jacks has graduated from St, Mary's College of California with a BA of Liberal Arts. She is currently working on her masters in elementary teaching. She is a DJ and a small talk show host at a local radio station, 105.5 WYTM. She lives in Fayetteville, TN.

Visit her on Goodreads, Amazon, Twitter, and her blog.

Excerpt #2:

As Prince Chauncey grew older, the people of Cloveland did not forget his defeat of the ravenhog, even though six years had now passed.  And, with Phillip’s legendary battle with the troll, there were two heroes in Cloveland for the people to sing about.  Prince Chauncey and Sir Phillip’s names were spread far and wide across several kingdoms.  This was a good thing sometimes, as now there were several young maidens who had heard of them and wanted to meet the handsome young men.  However, the drawback was that now every time someone in the kingdom DID have a spidermouse in their house, a rabid dog in their yard, or even a distressed cow, they would run to Sir Phillip or implore Prince Chauncey to help them.  As a result, Prince Chauncey and Sir Phillip spent nearly all of their time hunting and disposing of ordinary household pests instead of meeting the maidens.
“This knight life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” said Sir Phillip as he disposed of another horseroach.  “I mean, here we are, two of the most famous people in the lands, and we spend our time fighting nothing more dangerous than a flying jibberbug.”
“I know,” said Prince Chauncey.  “Maybe it is time we go out into the world together and seek wives.  After all, Father is getting very old and soon I shall become king.  I would like to find a wife before that day comes.”
“Absolutely!” exclaimed Sir Phillip.  “Love and adventure await us.  Of course, my wife will be more beautiful than yours.”
“In your dreams, my friend,” teased Prince Chauncey,  “After all, which of us two is the most handsome, Sir Pig Face?”
“I am, of course,” laughed Sir Phillip.
In truth, both of the young men were the catch of the kingdom.
Excerpt 3
As they grew nearer and nearer, they saw that the swirls were not air and water.  Instead, they were ghosts.  Hundreds….no, thousands of ghosts floating and flowing within the shroud of sea foam and darkened light, as if the sun itself could not penetrate the gruesome atmosphere.  The men of the crew cried out, and even Prince Chauncey and Sir Phillip were afraid.
When the ship sailed fully into the mist, the air became as cold as the grave.  The sun was veiled and very little light made it through.  All about the terrified sailors were the ghostly specters, swooping around the ship’s  mast and melting through the wood below deck.  The wind that had carried their progress this far was suddenly gone and the boat was dead in the water, not moving an inch.  As ghastly as they were, their sorrowful cries were worse. The sound chilled every man's heart, and many covered their ears to try and block out the cacophony of noise.
“Men, to your oars!” shouted the Captain.  “Do not be afraid!  Do your duty!  To the oars!”
The men went to the oars and started to row, but the air and the water were so thick, the boat made hardly any headway.  Suddenly, a loud voice was heard on the wind.
“Who enters the misty realm of the Legion of the Dead?”
“Prince Chauncey, Sir Phillip, and our ship of brave, hearty sailors,” shouted Prince Chauncey to the invisible entity, “and we are not afraid.”
“Speak for yourself,” muttered Sir Phillip, who was trembling all over.
“Your oars will do very little good, as we are the ones holding back your ship,” rumbled the voice.  “We are the remains of all of the sailors who have been consumed by the whirlpools.  Our fate will be your fate, too.”
“We are aware of the dangers of the water and we will not let you frighten us,” Prince Chauncey said.