Monday, November 3, 2014

Dog with a Bone by Hailey Edwards

Half-bloods with Thierry’s skill set are given two options. They can join the conclave’s marshal program, or they can pack their bags. Turn down the job offer, and you’ve just shredded your residency pass for the mortal realm and booked yourself a one-way ticket to Faerie.

Texas is the only home Thierry has ever known, and she’s not going anywhere. Even if it means following in her notorious father’s footsteps as a peacekeeper. But pinning on the badge opens her eyes to the fact sometimes fae need protection too, and that sometimes humans are the real monsters.

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Burnt ozone tingled in my nose. I inhaled deeply, but all I scented was the coming storm.

Thunder boomed overhead, rumbling through the ground under my feet. I was still hunched behind a twisted metal sculpture of a giant rooster when the first lukewarm raindrops splattered on my cheeks.

Movement on my right slammed the brakes on my heart. I squinted where I thought I glimpsed a pale blur, but the sun was too far gone and the scrapyard too dark for me to tell what it had been.

My left palm tingled with suppressed energy. My kind of magic wasn’t allowed at the marshal academy.

I had to go. Every second I stood here exposed on three sides was an opportunity to get caught. I filled my lungs until they burned then exhaled slowly, hoping for a clue. Nothing.

It’s now or never.

Shoving off the rooster’s metallic wing, I ran as fast as I could toward the tower at the center of the rusting maze. Even this far away I spotted the white flag plastered against its pole. If I could just reach it, all this ended. Done. Over. If I had that flag, I could go home. If I got there first.
That was a whole lot of ifs.

“Cadet Thackeray,” a low voice rumbled.
My pulse leapt. New plan. Forget the tower. If Shaw had my taste in his mouth, he would not let me reach it. I needed a new hiding spot now before he got close enough to use his lure on me. Once I drew in the hot scent of his skin, it was over. I was lost. His heat would snare me, and I would be his.

As if I wasn’t already.

After darting past a promising heap, I hesitated until spotting a pair of large red ears sticking up from behind the twisted carcass of what once was a desk. Mei. Best friends shared a lot of things, but their hiding place during final exam was not one of them. I left the small fox to her den and kept running.

Sliding around the corner, I left the small-parts section of the yard and headed toward the stacks of crushed vehicles and rusted-out skeletons of construction equipment. I always avoided this section and the prickly sensation it inspired on my nape. Granted, the odds of the stacks falling and crushing me to a half-blooded fae pulp were pretty slim, but I didn’t want to be the exception that proved the rule.

Mud splashed up my legs and soaked my sneakers. I paused to scent the wind, gulping a lungful of patchouli-and-bergamot-flavored air. My skin sizzled and my head whirled as I fought the urge to follow that hot fragrance to the even hotter man producing it. Bastard. He wasn’t playing fair. Incubus lures were too damn tasty, and I was already nursing one hell of a sweet tooth where my instructor was concerned.

Excerpt from: Dog With A Bone Copyright © 2014 by Hailey Edwards used with permission of author.

Author Bio:
Born in the Deep South, Hailey is a lifelong resident of Alabama. Her husband works for the local sheriff’s department and her daughter is counting down the days until she’s old enough to audition for American Idol. Her doxie, Black Ilex, helps Hailey write by snoozing in his recliner in her office.
Her desire to explore without leaving the comforts of home fueled her love of reading and writing. Whenever the itch for adventure strikes, Hailey can be found with her nose glued to her Kindle’s screen or squinting at her monitor as she writes her next happily-ever-after.

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Drawing ends on 14 November, 2014.    

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Tempting the Governess by Vivienne Westlake

Never fall in love with your employer. Any respectable governess knew the cardinal rule. Christine Aubrey prided herself on her devotion to her charges, never suspecting that one day a former pupil would tempt her to break every rule in the book.

Theodore Blake was a “good boy” who grew up into a responsible man. Shouldering the burden of raising his sister’s children and managing his older brother’s affairs, Teddy has always done the right thing. But when his former governess returns to Birchwood, all he can think about is how good it would be to be bad.

Only one woman had ever engendered tender feelings of affection.
Now that Teddy finally had the chance to tell her, he did not know how. His quiet nature had always served him in the past, but today it hindered him, barred him from the thing he wanted most.
“If Astrophill and Stella is not to your taste, perhaps you would enjoy a verse from Lord Byron.” He lowered his voice. “There be none of Beauty’s daughters with a magic like thee; and like music on the waters is thy sweet voice to me.”
 For a moment, Christine’s gaze met his and held. “You never cease to surprise me, Teddy.”
She’d said it. Teddy. He would’ve been happy with Theodore. His name lingered in the air, and he savored it like a fine vintage of port.
Her eyes widened in horror, and she covered her lips. “I am sorry, Mr. Blake. Forgive me for my slip in proper manners.”
She closed the red leather-bound book and set it on the cushion beside her. From the way she gripped the wood back of the chaise, he knew she was alarmed, probably intent on leaving. If he didn’t stop her—
Teddy stepped in front of her and picked up the book. “I know my recitations are not as practiced or eloquent as my brothers’ would be. If you should like to read in quiet contemplation, I can ring for my luncheon and let you choose a book to your liking. ”
Christine’s cheeks turned pink again. “It is not that, sir. It is…I mean…I—” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I have embarrassed myself and I think it is best that I return to check on the children.”
“When did Mr. Howell arrive to see the children?”
She glanced at the grandfather clock against the wall. “I suspect it was around one o’clock.”
“You have another hour,” he said. . “Surely you can stay a few minutes longer.”
“I am asking you to stay.” He put the volume back into her hands. As he did so, his fingers brushed hers and he wished he could allow them to linger.
When she opened her mouth to speak, he did not let her. If she wanted another excuse to leave, he would not give her the chance.

Author Bio:
Vivienne Westlake has been reading and writing romance since the age of fifteen. What makes her stories unique is her love of a sassy heroine who keeps the hero on his toes. Though she has a fondness for redeemable rakes, Vivienne’s favorite Jane Austen/Regency hero is Captain Wentworth.

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Sunday, October 19, 2014

A Bit of the Dark World by Toni V Sweeney

A Bit Of The Dark World by Toni V. Sweeney:

When Lisa Chambers awakes in Temple General Hospital, she’s injured, widowed, and pregnant and her nightmares are just beginning. Frightening dreams of her dead husband, her baby, and grotesque creatures following a man with burning eyes spiral into wide-awake scenes even more sinister.

Daniel Walker is Lisa’s surgeon, a part-Native American whose people believed in a monstrous creature living in the waters off the Georgia coast. Drexl Von Dorff is the wealthy recluse who pulled her from the burning car, a man living on land once owned by Daniel’s ancestors. They’re bitter enemies and don’t care who knows it.

The two men are paying the new widow too much attention. Each wants her for himself, but the worse fact is…Lisa knows she shouldn’t but she can’t seem to stop herself from being interested in both…

Toni V. Sweeney has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a decade on the Pacific Coast and now she’s trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains.
An accomplished artist as well as writer, she has a degree in Fine Art and a diploma in Graphic Art and produces book videos when she isn't writing. Since the publication of her first novel in 1989, Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances often set in the South under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone.
In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US) and also Double Dragon Publishing (Canada). She reviews books for TwoLips Reviews and is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books. She recently had her 27th book published and has six more scheduled for release in 2013.

More on Toni can be found at The ToniVerse

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Heart of Fire by Crystal Crichlow

Heart Of Fire Book 2 in the Heart Series by Crystal Crichlow:

Charlotte is shocked to learn about her family history, and what she learns will have her fighting for her life and her heart.

Ace must make a choice between love and loyalty. One could mean his salvation. The other? His end.

As they both try to unravel the secrets of Fort Nelson and its shady Mayor, more secrets are revealed, and every stone they turn over is picked up and thrown in their faces.

A native of Barbados, Crystal Crichlow is an award winning and best-selling author who developed a passion for writing at the age of nine. She currently resides in Ontario, Canada and spends her time writing and reading YA fiction, reviewing indie books, obsessing about movies and T.V shows while working as a part-time dental assistant. She has a soft spot for anything related to Greek mythology or zombies. Red velvet cupcakes are her kryptonite.
You can find out more about Crystal by visiting her official author website:

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Light My Fire by Kristina Knight

Welcome to my stop with Bippity Boppity Book tour of Light My Fire: The Rockers Trilogy # 1 by Kristina Knight. Please be sure to check out the other tour stops, and don't forget to enter the tour wide giveaway where one winner will get a $5 gift card to Amazon or Barnes, and one title from Kristina Knight's backlist in eBook format of choice.

Light My Fire
The Rockers Trilogy # 1
Kristina Knight 

Publisher: Harlequin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 100 Pages
Release Date: 1 September, 2014
Heat Level:  4
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About The Book:
Lily MacIntyre needs to shed her sitcom teen-queen image if she's going to carve out a real career in Hollywood. A tabloid-worthy fling with rocker Nate Lansford--her childhood friend and new cohost of a reality talent show--should do it. As long as she can accept that the notorious player will be moving on to the next eager conquest when the season wraps.

Long before Nate's hard-hearted image took hold, he and Lily were each other's protectors and allies. No one knows him the way she does--and he doesn't want his messed-up past to muddy up her potential. For once, the bad boy is trying to be good. Not easy when the good girl is getting wicked with him in the back of his limo and every white-hot kiss proves they can never be "just friends" again…

About the Author:

Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with
local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. Kristina writes contemporary romance with a smattering of sass, sex and (of course) drama, and she loves hearing from readers. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Huntress by J. Risk

New Adult Paranormal Fantasy

What would you do if you woke up in another realm where the residents are beings from fictional tales?

Where all those things that go bump in the night are real and other realities do exist!!

Damariss Maxx just woke up in a world where all those things that go bump in the night are real. 

An alternate realm where the residents are beings she thought only existed in fiction.

Will she find the way to keep life normal and simple for those unknowing without losing her own sanity?

All she has to do now is find a way to protect the people in her world from the nightmares that have bleed from this other realm into it and fulfill a prophecy that says she's their huntress queen or doom this other world to a bleak, violent existence.

About the Author:

I wanted to write a story that would fit into young adult, new adult

and adult levels. Something that was serious with fun elements

—paranormal / fantasy that everyone could read and enjoy.

I've even decided to use J. Risk as the pen name for this to separate 

this series from my other writing which is definitely adult reading 


(Multi-published Paranormal Romance author of The Magic Seasons series, The Hidden Senses Trilogy, The Dream Series and more)

Friday, September 19, 2014

After the Silence - Bree (4) by Jacqueline Paige

When the Mother Nature decides she’s had enough and begins to fight back, survival takes on a whole new meaning. If the earth is the enemy – there are no rules and all you can do is try to survive the odds.

Those the planet allowed to live still have to survive the trials of the virus. If you manage to come out of it alive you are left with some form of mutation that could give you an ability that could be harmless or lethal.

Bree Taylor is the last survivor of her family. With no other choice she sets off on her own to escape the clutches of the new government’s army—that does not place safety and security in their code of behavior only the highest bidder get their protection and loyalty.

Living in a world of unstable climate changes becomes a journey she won’t soon forget. She has to be prepared for anything at all times out in the new country and has to be wary of every person she meets. All while staying out of the path of the new army.

Part 1, 2 & 3 Also available on AMAZON and SMASHWORDS
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About the author:

About Jacqueline:

Jacqueline Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that’s part of the popular Georgian Triangle area. No one has ever heard of Stayner, she usually tells people she lives “near Collingwood” and no, she doesn’t ski at Blue Mountain or at all, in fact she’s not even fond of snow.

She began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works in 2009 she hasn’t stopped. Jacqueline describes her writing as “all things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the shelves.

When Jacqueline isn’t working at her ‘reality job’ or lost in her writing she spends time with her five children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of the other way around. Together they do random road trips, that usually end up with them lost, shopping trips where they push every button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen. She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting many more in the years to come.

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Thursday, September 18, 2014

When Only the Nightmare Remains by Rick McQuiston

A supernatural horror thriller that showcases how, when working as a team, a town sheriff and three young boys manage to overcome a world-threatening evil.

About the author:
I'm a forty-six year old father of two who loves anything horror related.  By day, I work for a family-owned construction and management company. By night, I churn out frightening horror fiction.
I've had well over 300 publications so far. I've written seven anthologies, one book of novellas, and edited an anthology of Michigan authors. I'm also a guest author each year at Memphis Junior High School, and am currently working on my fifth novel, a Cthulhu-based anthology, and more short stories than I care to admit. 
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Irish Lady's Spanish Lover by Icy Snow Blackstone

Tammy Wilde came to Ireland seeking escape from memories of the accident ending her career, her abandonment by her celebrity-seeking husband, and a series of haunting dreams, only to fall in love with a man sharing her unfaithful ex’s name.

Padraic Shea is gentle, understanding, and helps her forget her pain as he introduces her to the beauty and mystery of the Irish countryside.

When he tells her the tale of the Irish Lady's Spanish Lover, the ghost which haunts his family, Tammy recognizes the legend as the story in her dreams. Soon, she and Padraic will be threatened by a force surviving centuries, as her presence awakens the spectre who rises not only to claim the woman he loves, but to kill the last living relative of the man who cursed him.

About the Author:

Icy Snow Blackstone was born in 1802, in northern Georgia where her father, the Reverend John Blackstone, was prominent in local politics. Two hundred and five years later, her great-great-great-great-granddaughter began using her name as a pseudonym for her romance novels.
The present Icy Snow Blackstone lives far from her Southern roots in Lancaster County, Nebraska, where she continues to write romances generally set in the South.  Her seventh novel  will be released in April, 2013, by Class Act Books.

Icy Snow shares a website with her alter ego Toni V. Sweeney at

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Balec by James Austin McCormick

Adam Chance, a divorced, world weary PI has his life shaken up when his son goes missing in mysterious circumstances.

Yet what begins as a missing person investigation soon turns into an exploration of the supernatural as Chance finds himself lost in a world of the undead, demons and modern day sorcerers.

With the help of the mysterious Professor Zal-Al-Raad and his manservant Omar, Chance sets out to confront the shadowy figure behind it all, a dark Sorcerer who hides behind the mask of public benefactor. Recreating an ancient ceremony and using Chance’s son as a sacrifice he plans to resurrect Balec, an ancient Babylonian god, something that will give him ultimate power.

Yet as they set out for the Sorcerer’s secluded mansion they realize their enemy is more powerful than they’d imagined, protected by dark magic and a horde of un-dead.

And they only have until midnight to stop him.


About the author:

James Austin McCormick is a college lecturer from England who enjoys all types of speculative fiction; science fiction, horror and fantasy especially and often tries to blend these elements together in his own writing. He is also a particular fan of classic Gothic and Victorian horror tales and is currently in the process of writing updated versions of these with a science fiction spin.
James is the author of a horror novella “Sundown,” published in Deathgrip 3: It Came from the Cinema (Hellbound Publishing 2005) as well as several shorter works in publications such as Tales of the Talisman, Jupiter SF, Thirteen Stories, Trunk Stories and Ethereal Tales. Science Fiction Continuum also published a series of his tales from 2004 until 2006. He has also just had a fantasy short “Tommy and the Trolls” published by Horror LCC in their anthology, Strangely Funny, which came out in August of this year.
James lives in Manchester with his wife and two daughters, no pets as everyone suffers with allergies.

Monday, September 8, 2014

The Blue Effect by Rose Shababy

This post is part of a virtual book tour celebrating the release of The Blue Effect by Rose Shababy. Enter to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card at the end of the post. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.

When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.

Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.

Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.

Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?

Enjoy an excerpt:

He held out his free hand and I reached for it without thinking. Taking the hand of this stranger seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Our fingers touched and my skin came alive. I felt a surge of electricity as some sort of energy shot from his hand into mine, running through my whole body and back to his like an endless circuit. I couldn’t stifle the gasp that broke through my lips. I stared at him, my vision narrowing until his face and eyes and smile were the only things I could see.

The energy between us exploded outward like a wave into the crowd, through the people and everything around me stopped. The music ended like a switch had been flipped, the people froze mid-step and even the air around me seemed to stop moving.

About the Author:
Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.

Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider. Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.

Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.

If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.
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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Three Black Boys: Tomorrow After Supper by Zangba Thomson

“Through gardening, I established the patience to write!” ~ Zangba Thomson

A successful farmer and an established author have a lot of great things in common. Both of them have—what I would call a planter's state of mind. The farmer plants seeds into the ground and the author writes (nowadays types) words onto paper. While in the ground, the farmer nurtures his or her seeds for months until they see the first signs of growth; and on a computer, the author nurtures his or her story for months—to a point where it’s ready for publication. Both careers demand a certain amount of patience. But before the planted seeds sprouted into plants—bearing fruits, and before the story idea blossomed into a New York Times Best Selling Novel—patience was applied.
But how did the farmer and the author obtain patience? I can’t really answer for them, but I can tell you exactly where I developed my patience—right inside my flower garden. Yes! Through gardening, I established the patience to write. You see maintaining a beautiful garden is extremely tedious, especially when you have to get rid of weeds and other unwanted plants, which seem to grow on more occasions than I would like. Before, I used to get really agitated—plucking unwanted plants out of the ground, but now I do my gardening chores joyously.   
“A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust.” — Gertrude Jekyll
Gardening has taught me how to do diligent research onwhat types of seeds to plant? How and when to plant them? And most importantly, which soil to plant them in, and subconsciously over timegardening trained me how to observe things in their proper perspective in order to obtain information. So, in layman’s termsI became a good background researcher and editor, which were necessary skills needed for me to complete Three Black Boys: Tomorrow After Supper, which deal mainly in the genres of Urban Fantasy/Street Lit/Religion & Spirituality.  
But before writing Three Black Boys—I did a deep background research on black fever disease. What exactly was it? How was it transmitted? Was it fatal? My findings were overwhelming—I found out that black fever disease is one of the world’s most neglected diseases and the second-largest parasitic killer in the world (after malaria). Also, black fever infects more than 12 million people worldwide and kills as many as 200,000 people every year—according to the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. With this knowledge, I figured if I write a story about black fever disease, mixed with the three black boys’ story, and nurture it like I would do seeds in my flower garden, in due time—the world would come to know black fever disease for what it is—a pandemic disease that needs to be eradicated!
So, using my gardening skills, I nurtured Three Black Boys: Tomorrow After Supper for years until I started seeing the stories within the story sprouting above the page and coming to life. It felt as if I was mentally giving birth—not to a human baby, but to another form of creation—a book. The daily chores of structuring and rearranging sentences or finding the right words to write—reminded me of plucking weeds out of my flower garden, which by the way, is a great routine for any author—or anyone who wants to get better at editing.
“No race can prosper until it learns there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem.” — Booker T. Washington
In conclusion, I want to end this motivational guest blog with Mel Blanc’s famous catchphrase, “That’s All Folks!” And I want to thank—Let’s Get BOOKED for hosting this wonderful event, and also I want to give thanks to Goddess Fish Promotions—for organizing this magnificent “Virtual Name Before the Masses Tour” for Three Black Boys: Tomorrow After Supper. (PEACE) and always remember that (P) Positive, (E) Energy, (A) Always, (C) Creates, (E) Elevation.  

Three Black Boys: Tomorrow After Supper
by Zangba Thomson



Teenagers spring into dangerous action to obtain financial aid for a woman who has only a month to live. The setting is Queens, N.Y., home to Babita Harris, an Indian immigrant plagued with the deadly black fever disease. With a couple of months to live, Babita only hope of survival is a costly liver transplant. But with no health insurance, the chance of a surgery is slim. What she needs is a quarter of a million dollars in cash. Barnes, her only son, along with his two friends, Demus and Baker, spring into dangerous action to get the money. Although their road is paved with good intentions, the brothers in arms will experience more than they have ever experienced before.



“Our front door is always open if you change your mind,” says Ojal.

“I know, Mama,” replies Babita, before laying the bluebird chime down on the table. “I think I will take this last opportunity to go outside and revisit the new addition to the back yard.”

The blue bird chime shakes without any assistance and Babita is startled.

“Better hurry up before the clouds begin to cry,” says Ojal with a smile.

Babita nods her head in agreement and makes her way into the back yard. There she sees a beautiful garden with assorted color roses. Out the corner of her eye, she spots a red rose positioned behind several thorny bushes. With caution, she reaches for the delicate flower, not knowing a parasitic sandfly is traveling unnoticed in her direction. The sandfly bites Babita’s outstretched arm. “Ouch!” she grimaces softly, and quickly retracts her hand back to her bosom. Immediately, she notices a small swelling forming on her arm, and in no time, blood oozes from her tiny wound. A strong wind blows and many dandelions fly in her direction. Lightning strikes, thunder roars its ugly voice, and light rain begins to fall. Babita, afraid of her hair getting wet, quickly retreats into her parents’ home.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Zangba Thomson is the Creative Director at BME LLC, the author of Three Black Boys: Tomorrow After Supper, co-author of Do Right Do Good (a self-help guide book towards vision fulfillment and entrepreneurship), a recording artist, and New York Life Coach Examiner. Zangba balances his career and family time on the scale of hard work and dedication, and his main areas of focus include his real life experiences, metaphysics, and spirituality. Zangba's work reinforces the basic idea that goals are fulfilled when right decisions are made. Please visit his website at






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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Wings of the Butterfly by S.M. Pace

Does anyone really not judge a book by its cover?  In reality, we all have busy lives, and not enough time to read or even skim the back cover blurb of every book that pops up in our Also Purchased list on Amazon. 
The cover could easily be considered the reader’s new gatekeeper.  A well-made, eye catching cover, that fits well with the story described in the blurb, can definitely entice a reader.  On the other hand, a sloppy cover, or one that appears to have no bearing on the novel it graces can quickly tell a reader to look elsewhere. 
Perhaps not fair, as I’ve certainly found books with really bad covers, mostly romance novels, that were definitely worth a read.  But that’s the way of the world.  A cover is most likely the first bit of exposure a book has to a potential reader.  The first chance to make a good impression or a bad one, and just like with meeting people, there’s often no way to recover from a bad first impression. 
I’m no expert on designing covers, as I am not visually inclined.  That was the first thing I hired out for, to my awesome cover artist Christa Holland at Paper and Sage design.  I can offer a few tips though. 
The title and your name need to stand out.  They should be big enough to be easily readable when your cover is just a thumbnail, standard search list size on Amazon.  Use standard font, nothing fancy that will be difficult to read, and make sure the background color doesn’t match to closely to the font color and obscure. 
Less is more.  Too many images will clutter up your cover.  Choose one or two key images that you feel communicate the nature of the story you’re trying to tell.  Play around with manipulating these images to fit them together.  Invest in photo shop or other good image editing software (others can give better recommendations then me) and give yourself time to explore a lot of different ideas for cover design.   

YA Fantasy
Date Published: August 15, 2014

Three nations teeter on the brink of war, and caught in the middle, a brother and sister find themselves surrounded by dangers they never imagined.

Adopted by the Yurha, Toby still struggles to properly fit in. Hunting in the forest, he stumbles across a jeweled cuff that attaches to his wrist and won’t come off. Afraid at first, he is soon thrilled to discover the cuff carries powerful magic. But as he tries to control it, he realizes the cuff is still linked to its original owner - an owner who will go to cruel lengths to get his magic back.

Miles away, Toby’s twin sister Ora struggles with life in a strange city. She and family have fled Yois for Nietza, where Ora will not be arrested for possessing magic. However, Nietza is not the magical paradise Ora had imagined. Despite her new friends, she can’t feel safe in a country where women are little more than pawns.

Secrets, brutal murders and war edging ever closer drive both siblings from their safe places. Failure to stop those who pursue them will mean a fate worse than death.

Toby worked at the wrist cuff, but it hardly budged.  It had become something like a piece of his arm.
Leaves shuddered overhead.  A pair of squirrels raced over the branches, chittering.  Toby sat alone against the bole of a tree, a half mile or so from the settlement.  No sign of an oversized hawk, but he had a better idea than scanning the branches.  He’d ended up inside the hawk’s mind before.  He thought he could do it again.
He stripped away his leggings and loin cloth and laid them beside him.  Naked, he shivered, despite the unusual heat of the mid-autumn day.  A thrill of fear coursed through him at the other part of his plan.  The memory of pale fur sprouting across his arm stuck hard in Toby’s head.  If it means what I think it means, the thought drifted as Toby steadied his breathing.  He pressed his back against the rough bark and sank into the wrist cuff.    
The wellspring of magic nearly swallowed him.  He tried to imitate what Kyat had done, pushing his awareness away from the crystals, and into the metal.  A different power, with the taste of metal, stung him. 
Blackness swallowed him.  He fought to stay aware.  Everything shifted, spun, and someone else’s mind swept over and around him.  He glimpsed scaled claws and dark feathers.  The hawk.
He watched through the creature’s eyes, and felt what it felt.  Spasms wracked its body. One claw flattened, flexed, the scales melting away to reveal a misshapen foot.  Toby cried out at the pain of even that small success.  Then the foot twitched and turned back into a claw, and with a strangled cry, the hawk took flight.
Toby was thrown back into his body.  He knew the hawk hid somewhere at the north-eastern edge of the pack’s territory, where the hills began to give way to mountains.  He’d also learned something else; the feel of a type of magic he’d never experienced before.  He sent his mind back into the wrist cuff. 
He pushed away the bits of his magic, and other magics he couldn’t name.  In the midst of those, the cuff held a bundle of power that curled and writhed.  Shifting magic. 
To wear fur and run on all fours.  To howl and tumble with his brothers.  To run with the pack during full moon hunts, and take down a deer with his teeth.  To be a wolf, like his family.  To be truly one of them.
Toby willed every ounce of those thoughts into the magic and spread it through his body.
A cramp struck his lower belly and doubled him over, then dropped him to his knees.  His chest tightened and, for a moment, panic seized him, and he wanted to shove the magic away.
He breathed slowly while spasms wracked his body.  The bones in his legs cracked first, shifting, and forcing him to stand awkwardly on his hands and feet.  Then his arms and back twisted.  His face crunched, stretched.  His shoulders popped.  Fur grew, like tiny pins bursting out of his skin.  The whine of an animal spilled from his throat. 

S. M. Pace

S. M. Pace lives with her husband in the wilds of Virginia, along with a pond full of fish, a turtle and too many squirrels. When she's not writing, she's wrangling a dozen pre-schoolers, learning a new recipe or reading.

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Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Tempest Murders by P.M. Terrell


I have always been fascinated by the concept of reincarnation. When I was a young child, long before the invention of the Internet and the plethora of information we now have at our fingertips, I dreamed of places, people and events I could never have known about. And there have always been people I’d only just met who I felt I’d known my entire life, and others that, for no apparent reason, I always distrusted.

In the 1980’s during a particularly challenging marriage (which thankfully ended) I was undergoing psychological counseling when the therapist suggested regression hypnosis. She confessed she’d intended to take me back to my childhood—but instead, I relived my own death—on a battlefield during the Civil War.

Since that time, I have delved into the possibilities of reincarnation. I found it interesting that some folks I’ve met were adamant believers in one life and then you went to heaven or hell; yet, when a loved one passed on, they spoke of that person’s spirit remaining with them here on earth. If the spirit lives on and the cord between particular souls is so great, why couldn’t they continue to evolve through more than one physical lifetime?

In The Tempest Murders, Detective Ryan O’Clery is an Irish immigrant and staunch Catholic investigating a serial killer in North Carolina. He, a bit like myself, has had dreams his entire life—dreams of a twin soul and a life halfway around the world and nearly two centuries earlier. When he discovers a journal kept by an uncle five generations earlier, he realizes his dreams are actually Constable Rian Kelly’s memories.

In 1839 during the worst storm to ever hit Ireland, Rian Kelly lost his lover, Caitlin O’Conor, to a serial killer. In 2011, Ryan O’Clery is investigating a string of murders eerily similar—right down to the descriptions of the victims, the unique method of death, and even the killer’s description. Ryan begins to wonder if he is the reincarnation of Rian Kelly. And when he meets a television reporter who is a dead ringer for the woman in his dreams, he becomes convinced that Cathleen Reilly is the reincarnation of his lost soul mate, Caitlin O’Conor.

As Hurricane Irene bears down on the coast, events begin to play out just as they had in 1839, and Ryan knows if he doesn’t alter his and Cathleen’s destinies, they will relive their fate over and over again.

It brings up the intriguing questions: Do you believe in reincarnation? And are we destined to relive history? Or can we alter our own fate?

Romantic Suspense 
Date Published: September 2013

Detective Ryan O’Clery is working a series of homicides when he discovers a journal kept by an uncle five generations earlier, detailing the same type of murders as the Night of the Big Wind swept the Atlantic Ocean across Ireland in 1839.

As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers even the killer’s description matches exactly. And as he falls in love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is the reincarnation of Caitlyn O’Conor, the woman lost to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of Constable Rian Kelly.

Now he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history destined to repeat itself?

A provocative story of a love that spans centuries, of soul mates found, lost and reunited… and the lengths to which one man will go to change their destinies.

One of four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards, cross-genre category and a nominee for the 2014 International Book Awards

Excerpt 1:

They were bites away from finishing their meal when the sky opened up. There might have been a warning, had he been by himself and able to observe his surroundings; but by the time he noticed the trees bending deeply and the gray clouds roiling, the rain had descended on them in a torrent. Within seconds, their food was floating.
A tiny shriek escaped Cathleen’s lips as she vainly tried to keep the rain off her head.
Ryan jumped up, grabbed her wrist and in one fluid movement, had her on her feet. They raced for the back door, managing to rush inside just as a wicked clap of thunder sounded, followed almost instantly by a white streak of lightning.
Once inside, he closed the door, plunging them both into relative silence. He turned around, an offer to get her a towel on his lips. But when he laid eyes on her, the words froze. She was completely drenched. Her hair was hanging in folds from which water streamed until it formed a puddle on the hardwood floor. Her thin blouse was plastered to her body and seemed to highlight the black lace bra beneath. It further accentuated a slender waist before giving way to jeans that she now appeared to have been poured into. Her feet were soaked and as he took in the petite toes peeking out, he found himself staring at the pink polish and a Celtic toe ring before his eyes moved back up her body.
By the time they reached her eyes, he felt as if he was on automatic pilot. His mind was completely blank, his emotions swept away. He stepped toward her at the exact moment he reached out and pulled her to him, the wet blouse teasing his chest. He didn’t look in her eyes but closed his as his lips locked onto hers.
They were everything he’d dreamed about; full and moist and soft. But she wasn’t kissing him.
He stopped and took a step backward, separating them. She stood perfectly still and stared at him with eyes that had grown round and huge. Her face had lost its color and as she continued staring at him, he realized she was in shock.
Horrified with his own boorish behavior, he stumbled over his words. “I am so sorry. I’ve never done anything like that in my life—”
She rushed at him and for the briefest of moments, he didn’t know if she planned to slap him or pummel him or push him to the side to rush out the door. He staggered backward to get out of her way but when she descended on him her arms encircled his neck, pulling his head down to hers. When their lips met again, hers were slightly open and she met his mouth with a passion he had only dreamed about but had never fully experienced.
Ryan’s arms wrapped around her; pulling her to him so tightly he had to contain himself to keep from bruising her. She tasted sweet and fresh, the raindrops mingling with perspiration and a fragrance that was both soothing and wild and which seemed to envelop them both in a sensual cocoon.
His large hand found her face, the palm cupping her chin while his fingers stroked her jaw. Her skin was as soft as silk and moist from the rain; and as her lips parted further to allow him in, he thought he could never get enough of her. As one hand wandered to her hair, weaving his fingers through the long tresses, a mingled scent of citrus and florals wafted upward, growing in intensity as he fondled her locks.
He pressed his body against her, tightening his hold on her as his other hand explored her back, kneading her skin through the thin, wet blouse. Her breath was coming in short shallow bursts now and he could feel her heart quickening as he pressed ever closer. When she sighed softly, he opened his eyes and when she moaned, he reluctantly drew back from her, his muscled chest rising and falling and yearning.
Her face was flushed, the heat rising in her cheeks in a way that tantalized him. Her plump lips remained slightly parted and as he gazed at them, he realized he might have bruised them despite his efforts to control his passion. As his eyes found hers, he discovered them staring at him in a way that disarmed him. The gold flecks he had seen earlier appeared to have grown and now they nearly glowed as she looked at him. They were tumultuous, the colors dancing under her long, curved black lashes. But it was the raw emotion in them that gripped his soul; he’d seen desire before and had witnessed passion but there was something more—something deeper. It was trust, he realized with a start. As if she was standing before him, naked to the soul and she was entrusting herself to his care.
In his peripheral vision, he could see her chest rising and falling with her jagged breath and each rise threatened to take him closer to the peak of desire.

P.M. Terrell

p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than twenty books in four genres: contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.

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 white collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.

Vicki’s Key was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee and 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. The Tempest Murders was one of four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards, cross-genre category, and a nominee for the 2014 International Book Awards.

She is also 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 is the organizer of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime. For more information on this event and the literacy campaigns funded by it, visit

She sits on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson County Arts Council. She has also served on the boards of Crime Stoppers and Crime Solvers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.

For more information visit the author’s website at, follow her on Twitter at @pmterrell, her blog at, and on Facebook under author.p.m.terrell.



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