Blog Tour & Guest Post: Rogue's Paradise by Jeffe Kennedy





Guest Post
by Jeffe Kennedy

Though I’m here at Books & Tales today ostensibly to talk about my newest book, I’d like to use the space to talk about someone else instead.

Graham Joyce.

It seems appropriate to discuss him here as he was a wonderful British writer of fantasy. And so unfortunate that I have to use the past tense in saying that, as he died on September 9. He was only 59 and it came as a shock to me since I’d missed that he’d been diagnosed with aggressive lymphoma last summer.

I met Graham at World Fantasy Con in Toronto in 2012. It was my first time going to that convention and I was nervous about how it would go. As a writer of Fantasy Romance and Fantasy with strong romantic and sexual themes (along with erotic romance!), I knew I might not be treated as a “real” writer of fantasy. I’d heard all sorts of horror stories about how female writers of Sci Fi and Fantasy weren’t treated well by the more male-centric SFF community – and those were women who wrote much more conventional works than I did, with far less girl cooties than mine.

The WFC12 staff offered me the opportunity to moderate a panel on the concept of changelings in fantasy literature. At that time, the first book in my Covenant of Thorns series, Rogue’s Pawn, had just come out. I knew that theme would figure in heavily by the time I was done, but it wouldn’t be clear to readers until, well, now – with book 3, Rogue’s Paradise. So I snapped up the opportunity as a chance to clarify my own ideas by prompting discussion among some amazing authors. The people on that panel were Holly Black, Karen Dales, Sean Williams and Graham Joyce.

I still have Graham’s emails to me about it. Odd to read his vibrant voice there, knowing he’s gone.

To be a good moderator, I read up on the panelists’ relevant work – at least some, as time permitted. Graham sent me a copy of Some Kind of Fairytale and I just inhaled it. It’s an amazing, haunting tale of a young woman returning home after having gone missing for ten years, claiming she was abducted by fairies.

The panel was amazing. Smart. Exciting. People said brilliant things and I learned a great deal. Many people came up later and said it was the best panel of the con. I particularly remember one moment when Graham burst out, interrupting someone else with an excited idea. He turned to me and the woman he’d interrupted immediately to apologize – because I am a strict moderator about people waiting their turn to speak – and we both laughed and waved him on, saying he’d clearly been struck with something important. And it was. During that panel, he more than anyone, helped me understand why the concept of the changeling fascinates me.

More than that, he made me feel welcome. Though I was a newbie compared to him, Graham treated me like a fellow writer. We had a drink in the bar and a terrific conversation. I imagined then that it was the beginning of a friendship, not the last time I’d see him.

One of the best parts of being a writer is getting to make writers you admire be your friends. I always consider Graham to be one of mine. And my books are better for knowing him.

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Rogue’s Paradise
Covenant of Thorns Series
Book Three
Jeffe Kennedy

Pregnant, possessed, and in love with a man I don’t dare to trust-those are the consequences of the risks I took to save my life. But Faerie, the land of blood and magic, is filled with bitter ironies, and the bargains I made now threaten me and my unborn child.

The darkly sensual fae noble Rogue still tempts me to danger and desire. As we await the birth of our child, I’ve been forced to question whether our offspring is part of a bargain Rogue once made to save himself. He can’t tell me the truth due to a spell the vicious Queen Titania has him under. Would he betray our family against his will? Could I ever forgive him if he does?

Rogue insists on an eternal commitment from me, even as Titania’s forces close in on us. I don’t know if Rogue and I can withstand her onslaught, or that of the beast within me. But I will not stop looking for answers-even if it brings the walls of Faerie crashing down.

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About the Author:

Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with a writing career that spans decades. Her works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns;  the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and an erotic  contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera, which released beginning January 2, 2014. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and a fifth, the highly anticipated erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, will release starting in July.

She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com, every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog, on Facebook, and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy. She is represented by Foreword Literary.

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4 Thriller and Suspense Novels for only 99 cents each & Giveaway


Suspense/Thriller
Captured Lies by Maggie Thom (October 2012)
Darkness Follows by Emerald O'Brien (May 2014)
The Feeder by Mandy White (December 2013)
First to Fall by Carys Jones (August 2014)


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LIE

She was kidnapped not once but twice and now someone wants her dead because of it... #LFFF @MaggieThom2

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She was kidnapped not once but twice and now someone wants her dead because of it....

Her life was a lie!

Bailey knew her upbringing wasn’t normal but she’s worked hard to stabilize her life. At 29, she finally has a good business, a stable home; her life is miles from that of her childhood. Then suddenly her mother dies, leaving a gaping hole and a discovery that they may not even be related. If Guy, the private investigator is to be believed, her life is a lie. Using the skills she learned on the streets, Bailey travels back through a sketchy and dangerous past, to find answers. Dodging bullets, staying ahead of those who want her dead and convincing Guy she can do it alone, are making it difficult to discover not only the secrets of her mother’s past but that of a family claiming she is theirs.

Everyone seems to have a story... but who’s telling the truth? And who wants her dead? Is Guy part of the solution? Or part of the problem? To discover the facts, she’ll have to untangle a web of deceit, lies, and secrets, dating back over thirty years.

But can she do it in time...

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FEED

Grief transforms a law-abiding citizen into a serial killer on a quest for vengeance. #LFFF @Mandywrite

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Grief transforms a law-abiding citizen into a serial killer on a quest for vengeance. Is it possible to return to a ‘normal’ life after committing acts most unspeakable?

A killer stalks the streets of Los Angeles. Victims of the butcher known as ‘The Feeder’ are mutilated while still alive, with parts severed and inserted in their mouths.

When Camille places a drunken birthday phone call to her twin, Sammie becomes worried about her safety and flies to Los Angeles to bring her home. After finding the aspiring actress-turned-prostitute slaughtered in a hotel room, grief-stricken Sammie steps into the role of copycat killer. Suspecting that the killer is Camille’s abusive boyfriend, Sammie embarks on a bloody quest for revenge, copying the modus operandi of a brutal serial killer known as The Feeder. Walking the streets disguised as Camille, Sammie resolves to lure the real Feeder out of hiding. Sammie seeks out drug dealers, pimps, rapists – all men who caused harm to Camille. The men are found disemboweled, force-fed their own genitalia and carved up like human Picassos. The bloodbath will not end until Camille’s murder has been avenged.

The Feeder gives brutality a new meaning…

Warning:
If you are offended by obscene language, graphic violence and scenes of mutilation, then this is NOT the book for you! Read at your own discretion.

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FOLLOW

What if the hiding spot you escape to becomes more dangerous than the place you ran from? #LFFF @EmeraldOBrien_

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What if the hiding spot you escape to becomes more dangerous than the place you ran from? Aurina Patrick is an ambitious young woman, whose only mistake was letting someone get too close. The day she is brought into the police department for questioning, her life changes forever. When Aurina discovers that someone she trusts has involved her in a series of murder investigations, her sister Ryanne joins her in a search for the truth. As the situation unravels, the Patrick sisters realize their lives could be in jeopardy. When the sisters are taken to a remote location, the struggle for safety truly begins.




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FALL

Aiden Connelly’s first case will be one he’ll never forget. #LFFF @tiny_dancer85

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Aiden Connelly’s first case…

Lawyer Aiden Connelly has traded the frenzy of Chicago for a slower pace in sleepy Avalon – and his first case appears to be as open-and-shut as he could hope for. Hired to defend a local ex-beauty queen accused of murdering her husband, he’s confident that he’ll have the case closed in record time. But below the surface lurks a darker truth…

Will be one he’ll never forget.

Suddenly, a quiet backwater has transformed into a dangerous pressure cooker. In a town where everyone knows everyone, gathering evidence should be easy… but the harder Aiden searches, the more he appreciates how tangled this net of loyalties is. And as he digs deeper, Aiden begins to realise that his very first case in Avalon could be the beginning of his undoing…





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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Goodbye John by Kshitij



Goodbye John by Kshitij
Horror
Date Published: September 15, 2014

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Livia’s world falls to pieces when her husband, John, a thriving heart surgeon, mysteriously disappears from a remote motel in Verona on the day of their wedding anniversary. A year has gone by, and it’s the same day again. A hiss in the air, a knock at the door, and a sumptuous cake inside the oven are all promises that John will be back. But what he brings along is a terrifying gift she’d rather not live with.

Goodbye John is an uncanny tale of love, deception, and revenge.


Excerpt

Each tombstone carved in white marble shone barely enough to display the name of the inhabitant. She carefully walked in the sloppy mud, reading the name written on each grave. Her pumps were smeared and the heel of her right shoe was broken due to walking on serrated terrain, but she didn’t stop out of desperation to get the ordeal over with. Eventually, she sighted the headstone with the name of her husband engraved on it. Her nerves hastened. She got the packet out through the pocket stitched in her red skirt and put it beside the stone. She slipped the shovel from her hand, thinking that it would be an abhorrent task to do, to unbury the dead, but then recognized she could not leave his dead heart away from his body. Livia sniveled as her trembling hands again reached towards the tool. She fisted the shovel, tightening her grip.

One last look before I do this.

With a deep grasp, Livia struck the mud with an immense force. Lightening blazed the sky, accompanied by enormous thunder, as she found herself completely drenched in rain. Her mind was abandoned of thoughts, as she relentlessly dug the wet earth, and continued with full vigor till the glimpse of the grey coffin emerged underneath the brown, sticky soil. She smiled and laughed hysterically before bursting into a stream of tears. She did not want to do this but all she craved was to visit or being visited by John. And here she was, standing at his doorstep. The puny tears merged into rain drops while she recalled their first meeting.

It was one vivid afternoon, when the eyes of a chemical assistant met with those of a teenage girl, jazzy and shy at the same time, sashaying towards his shop. His heart pounded with every step she took: her long, fair legs, fluorescent mini with a red tie up around her waist, perfect curves and those curls, barely showing her cat eyes. The funky hat appeared as an unblemished crown on her sleek golden hair. He never thought such a thing existed. He never thought he would ever waste his time falling in love until she came along. She fumbled while asking for the meds, watching him staring at her with an utter sense of curiosity, and then played around with her curls, before offering a smile, the smile that bowled him over. He wanted her that very moment. The naive yet curious teenager felt the same. They just kissed, forgetting everything and everyone, and with that, they started a long, wild, and passionate affair, based on love and carnality.



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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Guardians by Lola StVil





Guardians: The Girl
Guardians 
Book One
Lola StVil
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
ASIN: B006VRXR42
Cover Artist: Renu Sharma

Book Description: 

The prophecy says I will fall in love with team leader and Angel, Marcus Cane. The prophecy also says that our love will cause his mission to fail and end the world.

Whatever.

This human is not worried. Why?

Because I do not intend to fall in love with Marcus.

The truth is I hate him. I hate his warm brown eyes with flecks of gold, his chiseled face and broad shoulders.

I hate how over protective he is just because a few thousand demons are after me.

In fact, I couldn't care less about Marcus or his perfect telekinetic girlfriend.

And when I see him holding her, I don’t die a little inside…

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/7rWxyAvm_gk 

Available at Amazon | BN | Kobo | Amazon UK | iTunes

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Excerpt:

Sitting there in the car, a part of me bitterly resented what she was doing to me. I knew it wasn’t her fault.

But does she have to be so... alluring?

I need to focus on something else besides the spot between her earlobe and neck. It looked so soft.

Her lips were slightly parted as she looked out the window. I wanted to part them further with mine. I put both my hands on the steering wheel. I could not allow myself to let go until she was out of the car.

Suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. It was far better than I could even begin to explain to you. I've fought and died a slow and painful death on earth.

And nothing, NOTHING can compare to how hard it was for me to pull away from her lips. I don't think any angel could to do it twice in a lifetime...

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About the Author: 

Lola StVil is a Haitian born writer and actress.

She lives in Hollywood, CA and welcomes online interaction with readers. Lola was seven when she first came to this country from Port-au-Prince, Haiti. She attended Columbia College in Chicago, where her main focus was creative writing. In addition to plays, she also writes screenplays and short stories.

She has been commissioned to write for ABC, CBS and Princeton University. She won the NAACP award for her play "The Bones of Lesser Men". In addition to being nominated for LA Weekly awards. Her work has also received positive reviews from The LA Times, Variety and LA Weekly. This is her first novel.

http://www.lolastvil.com/

https://www.facebook.com/guardiansgirl

Twitter @guardiansgirl

Instagram @authorlolastvil

Newsletter http://eepurl.com/W-scP

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Tour Giveaway:

$50 gift card

Author Interview & Giveaway: Chandrea by Marlene Wynn





Do you plan everything or just let the story flow? 

Initially, with my first book, I just let the story flow.  However, by the second book, the plot and characters had been fleshed out enough that I needed to plan everything out.  Especially since my books follow very specific timelines and involve numerous characters.

Do your characters ever want to take over the story?

Not really, especially if I plot the storyline out in advance.

What is your favorite food?

Mongolian Barbeque with lots of fresh veggies and soft sesame bread!  Yum!!

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

More mornings, I think.  Once I’m fully awake in the morning, I have lots of energy and can get a lot done.  At night, I’m often weary and can’t concentrate as well.

Do distant places feature in your books?

Yes.  I created another world named Itova that is Chandrea’s birth world.  It is a world full of magic, both human and Fae.

Do you listen to music while writing?

If I do, it has to be very soft music.  Otherwise, it interferes with my concentration.

Could you tell us a bit about your latest release?


Chandrea Averill is born the crown princess of a royal, magical family.  On the day she is born, her palace and homeland are attacked, and her parents brutally assassinated.  To save her life, numerous spells are placed on the newborn princess, and she is sent through a magical portal to live in secrecy on Earth.  On her 23rd birthday, the spell reverses itself and Chandrea suddenly finds herself once more on her birth world.  Against her will, she is expected to take her place as queen of the ravaged kingdom of Averill, reunite the Triad, and gather an army to overthrow Leilah, the tyrant queen of Svara.  Though she desperately wants to return home to Earth and the only life she’s ever known, she comes to realize that she may be the only one who can save the people of Lyrunia.

What have you learned about writing and publishing since you first started?

That list is entirely too long, as I honestly didn’t know anything about it when I started.  I joke with my editor that I am backward:  I wrote a book, and then learned how to write a book.  

Is there anything you would do differently?

No…I think that if I had tried to “learn” how to write a book, it would have overwhelmed me and I would have put it away.  I think sometimes, doing things the “wrong” way first is better, because at least then you are trying.  Once you have finished, learn what things could be done better, then try again.  

Who, or what, if anything has influenced your writing?

Two specific authors:  Terry Goodkind and Jim Butcher.  Terry for his “epic” storytelling and lessons throughout the story for the reader.  Jim for his humor and complex storylines.

Anything you would say to those just starting out in the craft?

Have you ever watched the American Idol tryouts, where the person sings and then the judges tell her that she should never, EVER be a singer?  I don’t believe in that.  If you write something, put your heart and soul into it, and someone tells you that it stinks…don’t stop.  Find out what was wrong and fix it.  If you think that you are meant to be a writer, hone your craft.  Very few people in this world can’t actually sing.  If you are taught how to sing properly, you will sing well.  The same thing applies to your writing.  Maybe you are the next J. R. R. Tolkien or J. K. Rowling…maybe you have this amazing story inside your head, but your vocabulary or grammar skills are not very good.  So…fix it!  It may take some time, but if you are meant to be an author, don’t let anything stop you from letting that story come forth!

What are three words that describe you?

Dedicated, organized, truthful

What's your favorite book or who is your favorite writer?

The authors I stated above:  Terry Goodkind and Jim Butcher.

Blurb of your latest release or coming soon book




Chandrea: 
The Return of the Avatar Queen 
Marlene Wynn
Book trailer http://youtu.be/lzJpY3nai34

Book Description:

Chandrea Averill thinks she’s just like any other normal young woman.  But, on the day of her 23rd birthday, her life changes forever.  Surrounded by magical creatures, dangerous sorcery, and insidious political intrigue.

Chandrea desperately wants to return to Earth and the only life she’s ever known.  But, the longer she stays, the more she realizes that she may be the only one with the power – both magical and political – to save the people of Lyrunia.

Will she find the courage to remain and fight for her home world?

Available at  BN | Smashwords | Amazon | Kobo | iTunes

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EXCERPT
PROLOGUE

The assassination changed everything.

On the day Crown Princess Chandrea Averill was born, the entire Kingdom of Averill celebrated. The streets of Cellia, her capital city, were overflowing with people honoring the birth of the new heir. Food and drink were plentiful and the mood of those gathered was joyous. Songs and laughter echoed gaily off the walls of the great stone buildings.

Those in the know speculated on what powers the crown princess would eventually develop, as no female born of the queen’s lineage ever had the same powers as those who came before her. The form and strength of the magic varied from female to female, but – without fail – magic was present in some form.

The merrymaking went on for hours into the night, and all at the Llireva Palace celebrated. Wrinkled old men sat in the corners, smoking their pipes and spinning grand and fanciful tales of the Averill family. Small children gathered at their feet, listening raptly to tales of magic and bravery. Gaily dressed dancers spun and swirled as the eager audience clapped to the rhythm. Jewels glittered and gleamed in the warm candlelight as they moved, dazzling the eye.

As the night eased into the early morning hours, those who should’ve retired long ago still remained. Sleepy-eyed and =yawning, they nevertheless continued with the celebration even as the moon set on the horizon and dawn approached. Drinks were handed out generously, and drunken, happy people roamed the palace. Staggering about, their laughter filled the hallways of the grand palace. Guards became lackadaisical about their duties, laughing and drinking with their friends as they came wandering by.

This made the attack on the Llireva Palace and those inside exceedingly simple.

The assault was ruthlessly calculated and seamless. Having been there for hours, posing as drunken guests, the invaders easily overtook and dispatched the inebriated guards. Thousands of the enemy swarmed over the palace, slaughtering all in sight, whether guest or staff. Swords and knives flashed in the candlelight, and terror-filled screams filled the warm night air.

Taken completely by surprise, the guests and staff were easily overcome. Some tried to fight back, but were ruthlessly cut down where they stood. Stepping carelessly over the bloodied bodies of the dead, hard-faced officers ordered their men to look for the king, queen, and the newly-born crown princess. The enemy soldiers scattered, each keen to be the one to find the royal family and draw first blood.

One loyal servant – Adelaide – was tasked with caring for the new crown princess while the queen recovered. Like the queen, Adelaide was a powerful sorceress, and served in the capacity of royal advisor and friend to the queen.

After giving birth, the queen had been exhausted and was resting peacefully in her chambers, while the king attended to her. Princess Chandrea was in the nursery, being cared for by Adelaide. So, when the assassination of the king and queen occurred, the princess was nowhere to be found. Enemy soldiers then spread out in search of the newborn.

Unknown to the intruders, in the days prior to her birth, protective spell webs had been cast by Adelaide and the queen in the hallways of the family wing. These spells prevented unauthorized access to the nursery by causing an agonizing death. The magic also alerted the creator of the spells of anyone entering the space. Unfortunately, the queen had been too wearied and depleted from giving birth to act upon the warnings that had been sent by her spells, and thus, she and the king soon perished. But Adelaide was not at such a disadvantage. As the assailants crossed her protective spells, she was alerted immediately by their piercing screams as the magic seared the flesh from their bones.

Adelaide quickly picked up the baby, and with an urgently muttered spell, opened a hidden passageway known only by the royal family and their most trusted advisors. Slipping out of the nursery, she turned and sealed the door with a wave of her hand, eliminating any chance that any marauders lucky enough to have a sorceress strong enough to penetrate the defensive spells could follow.

Rushing down the stairs, holding the princess close to her bosom, she finally reached the bottom. There she entered the back of a large cave. Moving quickly forward to the front, she found herself looking out at the dark expanse of the Averill Bay, named after the royal family who ruled the bordering land. She turned and gently laid the baby in a small depression in the rock, sat beside her, and allowed herself to momentarily succumb to her grief and fear. Adelaide knew that for the invading soldiers to have gotten as far as her protective shields, they would have had to defeat the queen first— and she would have been in no condition to fight them off.

Sitting quietly for a few moments to collect herself and her thoughts, she was able to form a plan of action, and to gather the resolve for what she knew would be required from her.

Taking a deep breath, she stood and faced the now-orphaned crown princess lying on the rocks. Adelaide knew without a doubt that if this tiny child were killed, all hope for Averill, and the surrounding kingdoms and cities that made up Lyrunia, would be lost. The freedom and peace they’d known under the reign of the Averill family and the Triad would make way for a dark and violent time. Above all else, Princess Chandrea must survive not only this night, but also grow safely to adulthood so that she could take her rightful place on the throne.

Raising her hands into the air, Adelaide urgently weaved them back and forth as she cast her spells. Many hours passed as she chanted through the night, knowing that in the palace above her, an intense search for the princess was being conducted, and that she and the baby could be discovered at any time. Her voice grew hoarse and her arms weary, but still she labored on, until, finally, only one more spell needed to be cast.

Sweat-soaked and exhausted, she reached down and picked up Princess Chandrea. Expecting that this would be the last time she held this dear, tiny child, Adelaide cuddled her close for a few moments. Then, looking at the precious little wrinkled face, she gazed directly into the princess’s eyes, and cast her last spell.

Bright, white light blazed forth from the infant, transforming the cave into a dazzling, glittering chamber. Princess Chandrea slowly rose from Adelaide’s hands until she hung suspended in the air. The soft blanket covering her fell unnoticed to the floor. Adelaide’s hands moved in harmony with her voice as she chanted the final spell that would transport the crown princess from Itova—the world into which she’d been born—to another one. The only place that she would truly be safe until she reached adulthood and her powers had fully manifested.

Air swirled madly about the infant and the light grew brighter and stronger. Then, with the sound of a massive thunderclap and a final burst of brilliance, the crown princess vanished.

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About the Author:

Marlene Wynn is a Utah native - fondly referred to as "Utonian" by a friend.  She transplanted herself in 1992 from the majestic Rocky Mountains to the beachy shores of sunny Virginia Beach, Virginia and has been there ever since.  Though she has worked in the benefits field for several years, she finally worked up the courage to chase her dream as an author.

Website:  https://www.marlenewynn.com

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/MarleneWynn.Author

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8343236.Marlene_Wynn

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/MarleneWynn

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Guest Post & Giveaway: The Silver Crescent by Debby Grahl





Guest Post
by Debby Grahl, author of The Silver Crescent

I’d like to thank my host, Books and Tales, for having me today.

I live in the U.S., but if I could have another home, it would be in England. I’ve visited twice and will be going back this October for fun and research.

Other than loving to write about ghosts and witches, time travel is also a passion of mine. A few years ago, while my husband and I were hiking in the Cotswold’s, we came across a strange tree with an iron ring around it, kind of like a seat. Next to this was a small earthen structure which could have come straight out of The Hobbit. Both the tree and the structure looked as if they’d been there for centuries. My writer’s imagination clicked in, and I thought what a great spot for a time travel book.

I love reading romances where the characters go back in time, but the way in which they travel has to be somewhat plausible. I’m working on a historical romance where my protagonist, Rebecca Hallowell, fresh out of college, is in London touring historic homes. An unexpected encounter with Alistair St. James, Earl of Claremont, a nineteenth century ghost, sends Rebecca back in time to discover his murderer.

Now, how do I get Rebecca back to Regency England? I’ve been playing with a few ideas using the tree and the “Hobbit-hole” I spoke of. The other problem with time travel is having the person arrive in the right period clothing and with some kind of currency or some valuable they could sell. You can’t have them arriving penniless. This also has to be something they could have had during that time period so as not to arouse suspicion.

If anyone has any ideas, I’d enjoy hearing from you.

I also love writing about ghosts, because they're so versatile. They can be mean or friendly. You can have them look like a real person, or be translucent, or be a black cloud. They can have powers or just be clumsy.

In my new release, the Silver Crescent, I have a pair of Victorian ghosts who assist Max and Elise in finding a missing fortune and solving a mystery, and one nasty ghost who opposes them. And then there is Max’s friend, Oliver, who is afraid of all ghosts.

All my best, Debby

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The Silver Crescent 
Debby Grahl
Publisher: The Writer's Coffee Shop
ISBN-10: 1612132081
ISBN-13: 978-1612132082
Page Number: 244 pages

Book Description:

Betrayal, murder and a stolen fortune bring Elise Baxter to Cedar Bend, Michigan, on a quest to solve a family mystery—and recover the missing treasure.

Max Holt impulsively buys a crumbling Victorian mansion and fulfills his dream of restoring it as a restaurant and inn. Aware of its reputation for being haunted, he adds to the mystique by building a garden path of old tombstones, one of which belongs to the original owner of the house, Cyrus Mosby—the man whose legacy Elise has traced, and who allegedly stole her ancestral share of a Colorado silver mine over a century ago.

Following clues gleaned from old diaries and a visit from the spirit of her great-great-grandmother, Elise seeks out Max and his inn. Not knowing if she can trust Max with her family secret, Elise pretends her interest is in researching Cyrus, whose own violent death remains a mystery.

An intense attraction between Max and Elise leads him to believe she may be the girl of his dreams. But when he discovers her true interest in him and his inn, memories of a past betrayal threaten to end their passionate relationship. Elise, finding herself falling in love with Max, fears her deception may cost her more than she is willing to lose.

Once persuaded the stolen silver is hidden somewhere in the inn, and captivated by the idea of a treasure hunt, Max and Elise begin the search together, aided by the resident ghosts, Cyrus and Virginia.

The treasure hunt seems like a harmless adventure until someone tries to steal the diaries. Unknown to Max and Elise, there are others—including an evil presence—who are driven by greed and will stop at nothing to unlock the mystery of the Silver Crescent.

Available from Amazon | BN

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About the Author:

Debby Grahl lives on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, with her husband, David, and their cat, Tigger. Besides writing, she enjoys biking, walking on the beach and a glass of wine at sunset. Her favorite places to visit are New Orleans, New York City, Captiva Island in Florida, the Cotswolds of England, and her home state of Michigan. She is a history buff who also enjoys reading murder mysteries, time travel, and, of course, romance. Visually impaired since childhood by Retinitis Pigmentosa (RP), she uses screen-reading software to research and write her books.

Her first published romance, The Silver Crescent, was released by The Writer’s Coffee Shop in January. Her next release will be Rue Toulouse, a romance set in New Orleans, due out January, 2015. Debby belongs to RWA, Florida Romance Writers, Hearts Across History, and Lowcountry Romance Writers.

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Book Spotlight: This Beautiful World by Elizabeth Jackson





Title: This Beautiful World 
Author:  Elisabeth Jackson
Genre: Romantic Suspense / Mystery
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As children, RaeAnne and her sidekick King were held captive after they discovered the body of a boy their age in a crate of apples in their small town’s peculiar orchard. Now RaeAnne is grown and the mother of a troubled young daughter. After her mother is killed in an accident, she travels home to her father with her daughter.

But RaeAnne finds that she is not welcomed by everyone, and frightening incidents start to happen involving her and her family.

As RaeAnne unravels the mysteries of her childhood, including what happened to her older brother, who vanished on the same night RaeAnne and King found terror in the orchard, she reunites with King. The boy she knew has grown up to be very handsome and guarded. But can the two ever be more than old friends who share a terrifying secret?

Author Bio

Elisabeth Jackson loves the outdoors and dogs, rescued dogs in particular. This Beautiful World is her debut novel and blends haunting childhood secrets, romantic themes, second chances and a mystery in a small town setting, with a dash of Gothic elements. When she is not writing small town Romances and Mysteries, she works as a freelance business writer. Her characters are inspired by the rural towns she has visited and lived in. She welcomes readers to connect with her at ejacksonbooks.com and Facebook.com/ejacksbooks.

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Book Excerpt
Chapter One

My past didn’t just haunt me. It became a part of me. I’m grown now, with a daughter of my own, but every time I sink my teeth into an apple’s smooth skin, I think of the orchard. I think of the secret I became a part of one day when I was twelve. A secret I shared with my friend, King.

In 1998, King and I searched through the crates of apples picked earlier in the morning at the Gray orchard to take a few for a snack. We’d made it all the way to the center of the orchard, where the apple crates were set out along the trail for the trucks to collect.

A bird screeched and the lanky apple trees, with branches like a witch’s curved, gnarled fingers, seemed to close in on us, as though we could become forever lost in this crowded world of trees. If the Gray family caught us, would anyone be able to hear our cries for help?

King plucked an especially red apple and tossed it to me.

“Thanks,” I said, catching it in my hand. I wiped the fruit against my shirt until it shone in the summertime light and bit through the tender skin, into the crisp white center, the sweet juice filling my mouth. I glanced up and King was gone.

“Hey,” I said, my voice faint.

He laughed, and his tall frame jumped out from behind the line of trees, where apples hung in the sunlight like glittering red jewels.

I dropped my half-eaten apple to the ground as he walked back to me. “Don’t ever do that again,” I said, facing him, the sun warming my arms. “I thought you’d left me here.”

“I’d never leave you alone.”

“Promise?”

“Sure,” he said, and I made him shake on it.

A slender bird appeared like a wisp of dark paper in the pale blue sky, and I watched it glide. King gasped and I turned to look at him.

“What?” I asked. Then I saw what he saw – a smooth, white thing protruding out of one of the crates. I craned my neck for a closer look. It was a limp hand, reaching out to us from below a mass of apples unlike the kind I’d seen other times at the orchard, the just-picked beauties with red, dusty skins. The skins on these apples were peeling away from the browning fruit. There was a sickly sweet smell of cider.

The hand was still attached to an arm somewhere down below. In its appearance, it wasn’t like mine or Mama’s, and not like Daddy’s either. Dark, curly hairs were rooted in Daddy’s knuckles like underwater seagrass. This hand was fresh, like a newborn’s skin.

I touched the skin as fast as running my finger through a candle flame, and the surface was cold, yet soft. The hand, with smooth, blood-stained fingernails, grasped toward us from inside an old crate held together with warped slats punctured by loose nails. I gagged. My next instinct was to run. Run far away.

Behind me, King approached and I whirled around, tried to hold him back. He shrugged past me and edged closer to the waist-high apple crate, looking inside, searching for something more than a hand. He ran his fingers across the Gray Family Orchard stamp on the side.

“Is he way down in there somewhere?” he asked. Standing on his toes, he leaned over the high crate’s rim, reached to touch the inside.

“Don’t touch it,” I said, bringing his arm down, and it bumped against the rim of the crate.

His boyish curiosity got the better of him. “What did it feel like?”

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