Wednesday, February 20, 2013

New Release - Fairyvision (Songs of Magic, Book 5)

J.L. Bryan


Jason, Erin, and the other Zebras go on a world tour with their enchanted instruments, only to encounter the mysterious supernatural Folk of India and the Far East. While they tangle with their record company, Erin tries to avoid dealing with the secrets she's learned about herself, while Jason pieces together a mystery surrounding a very special golden guitar called Caliburn.

In Faerie, Aoide the Lutist and her troupe finally return home from their long adventure. They're struggling to get new gigs, but Aoide senses opportunity in the form of special new magic mirrors that can broadcast concerts, plays, and other entertainment all over Faerie...


The first book in this series is currently free.  So, if you haven't already gotten hooked on the series you can try the first one for FREE!


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

New Release - Quadrille ~ A Dance for Four People

Quadrille ~ A Dance for Four People
Brendan Carroll



Christian David Hunt, the illegitimate son of the Late Squire Hunt, is on his own in London in the mid-1750's, trying to make a go of life on the pitiful allowance his half-sister and brother-in-law allow him while his case sits in the courts waiting for a hearing. Even though his father raised him to be the next Squire of Huntington Downs, his brother-in-law has other plans for the estate.
With only his bumbling man-servant, Thomas Boone Partridge, to help him, he cannot avoid getting into trouble right quickly in the city. His wandering eye for the ladies and his inability to budget his money lands him in the sticky web of a wealthy married woman who happens to be the wife of a baronet. Forced into her company by his desperate need of money enough to wait out the court's decision concerning his heredity, his situation becomes extremely complicated in short order. He inadvertently causes the death of a young man enamored of his landlady's daughter who has, unfortunately, set her cap on marrying David Hunt.

Meanwhile back at the Hunt estate in the country, his neighbor and late father's best friend, Squire Summerlin forbids his daughter, Lydia, with whom David is madly in love from seeing him and sends her off to France. By the time Lydia can escape back to London where her beloved waits for her, he is embroiled in a juicily public affair with Lady Hornsworthy. Not only is his reputation completely ruined by his association with the 'good' Lady, the dead man's older brother has come to town seeking revenge with a mind to make David Hunt suffer as much as possible.

Lady Hornsworthy arranges a fine marriage for the heartbroken Lydia with her father's consent to her well-heeled cousin, the portly, middle-aged Lord Barrington. Enter Lady Hornsworthy's beautiful, but precocious young niece, Lucinda who seems bent upon tormenting David to death while he tries desperately to stay alive long enough to straighten out his life. Lucinda, however, has a surprising motive for her puzzling behavior.

The story has many twists and turns, humor, misadventures, and frustrating situations begging for resolution. It is written in honor of the English writer, Henry Fielding, author of the eighteenth century bawdy comedic novel "The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling" and as such is both a Bildungsroman (coming-of-age story) and a Picaresque novel (comedic romance). The themes are adult romance, but are rather more suggestive than erotic and suitable for YA readers.

Monday, February 18, 2013

New Release - The Adepts: Gathering by J.J.C. Marcoh

The Adepts: Gathering
J.J.C. Marcoh



February 14, 2013
Supernatural activity is on the rise, and yet humanity is blissfully unaware. Lonely demon hunter Atticus Foster meets a peculiar man in a bar one night, and together they start their work - a partnership to track, hunt, and kill the things that go bump in the night. But there are dark forces at play, and shadowy fingers woven into everything. The fabric of the reality they know is shredding. The darkness is sweeping in, and as Atticus and her partner gather more like them, they become aware that on the horizon, as it all comes falling down, there is something coming...


The Adepts: Gathering by J.J.C. Marcoh is a fantastic book filled with intense emotions. Atticus Foster may appear a bit gruff and cold, but she's a deep and caring character far beyond what I was expecting. The lore in this book is interesting. The mythological entities are not as unreachable as you might find in other fantasy novels. These beings are presented as people. Not humans, of course, but people - powerful people. I like that this allows for the characters to interact with them on a more personal level.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone interested in other urban fantasy such as The Dresden Files or Sandman Slim. It is a good addition to the genre and I look forward to future books from this author.


Friday, February 15, 2013

Giveaway - 3 for Free

Feb 14, 15 & 16 


THE NINTH DISTRICT features FBI Special Agent Jack Miller who finds himself up against the toughest opponent of his career. The Federal Reserve has never been robbed and Jack means to keep it that way.

Shawn Hopkins' A MAN OVERBOARD is a thriller, spy, espionage and love story all rolled into one novel. I think this is Shawn's breakout novel.

John R Kess' ELLY'S GHOST is a multi-layered outdoor adventure thriller that I really enjoyed. John's proven to be a fantastic story teller.  

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Featured Book - A Man of Affairs

A Man of Affairs
Anne Barbour



Spinster Eden Beckett has a full life with her gardening, painting and keeping an eye on her willful younger sister Zoë. Into her world comes Seth, adopted son of the Duke of Derwent, looking for a bride for the duke’s son. Though passions ignite between Seth and Eden, each must obey a primary duty. And Eden will protect her sister from the rakehell marquess if she can. Regency Romance by Anne Barbour; originally published by Signet

I have not yet read this one, but I have met the author and have heard her read some of her other writing.  I love it all and this one (and all the other Anne Barbour titles) are on my To Be Read list.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Happy Birthday to my Mother!

Happy Birthday Mom!
I love you!

I lost my mother back in 2005.  I still love her more than I can describe.  I know, if she were still here, I'd be doing this for her.  So, what's to stop me now?  She may not be here physically, but she is still with me and around me in every thing I do, everything I see and even in my laugh.  I see her in my children, my brothers, my father and even in my husband.  She was a very special lady.  

I could write a huge piece about my mother and might do that someday, but today I am just going to celebrate her with a Happy Birthday, Mom and probably a cake that I will share with the whole family (as we've done every year since her death.)

Not sure those who are above us in Heaven take the time to read blogs, but I do believe they have an understanding of how they are missed.

My father wrote her a poem that I will share with you.  

Happy Birthday, Mom!
I love you!   


On March 17th of this year, 2005, our family got the devastating news that my wife Edy had lung cancer.  According to the doctors, the situation was of a terminal nature and she was given only nine months to live.  Their prognosis was fairly accurate and she passed away on the 20th of November.
I watched her get progressively worse day after day but the children and I tried to keep her hopes of survival up by avoiding the assumption of death.  One must maintain hope and a positive attitude along with treatment, if one is to survive.
There comes a time when it becomes obvious that the chance of a cure or long-term survival is essentially gone.  Although the family and I had reached that conclusion, she continued to have faith and fight.  That situation made it difficult to tell her goodbye and of our deep love for her.  It was at that point that I decided to try to tell her how I felt by writing her a story.
I told her of my intention and thought I might read it to her before the end came.  It didn’t work out that way.  She passed away before I could finish and she was in a semi-conscious state during that last week of her life so I missed the opportunity to say a final goodbye.
The story that follows is my way of answering a question that Edy put to me a couple of times in the thirty-eight years we were together.  When we were about to be married, she asked me if I minded being married by a Lutheran pastor.  I told her that it would be fine and she then asked me, “What do you believe?”
Several years later, we decided to make out a will to safe-guard our children in the case of our deaths.  During the discussion she asked me again what I believed as to religion and death.
I never answered her questions, mainly because I was not sure then nor am I all that sure now, and I thought it might be a good time to give her an answer in those final days of her life.
Having said all of the above, Edy’s story follows:


The full moon’s bright light cast sharp shadows in the sacred circle of stones.  This early in the spring of the year the nights were cool and the light breeze sucked away what little warmth the hooded cape provided.  He followed in the footsteps of the old priest, with each step getting harder to take, as he approached the lone individual standing in the center of the Druid circle.

The priest leads him through old Druid stones
As those about him some chant intones
Dread’s cold hand slowed his stride

For on this night in this cold dark place
For the first time he’d come face to face
With one to be his bride

She stood silhouetted by a full moon, her dark hair stirring in the light breeze.  The torchlight brought her face into view, strong features and straight lines softened by the warm colors of the fire.  The young man’s breath caught in his throat.  This was no great beauty that he faced, but rather a simple peasant girl.  Still, to him, all other women ceased to matter.  She spoke.  She smiled.  He loved.

Silhouette carved by a full moon bright
Strong features soft from the warm torchlight
The young man caught his breath

He stood before her his heart ungloved
His soul soared upward. She smiled. He loved
Forever his ‘til death

He held her hand as she lay dying and he thought back to that first time he saw her many years before.  He had known from that first night that she was to be his forever.  How short a time forever turned out to be.  As her breathing stilled and her face softened from the lack of pain and life, his world turned gray and a light went out in his eyes.

The old man sat there softly crying
He held her hand as she lay dying
Forever he would grieve

As breathing stilled and Death took her soul
The light of his life Death also stole
Something whispers Believe

—Death is but a River—

His nose hurt and he could taste the blood as it flowed across his lips.  The big boy sat astride his chest pinning his arms down with his knees.  Another blow was being aimed at his swollen nose when a small hand reached in and grabbed a handful of hair on the big boy’s head.

With a bloody nose and a swollen eye
But the big boy couldn’t make him cry
Such was his stubborn pride

A voice irate “Let him up, you lout”
A small hand waves a big stick about
She could not be denied

The boys all scattered leaving him lying there with a dirty face and a bloody nose.  He was looking up at a mop of curly red hair and freckles on a girl no bigger than a minute.

Red hair, freckles, and eyes a deep blue
A curious face that smiled at you
That face a pure delight

Her smile seemed to open up a door
That said they had met sometime before
On some long distant night

As he looked into her startling blue eyes, all the pain went away.  All of a sudden, everything was all right.  In his short twelve years he had never seen anyone prettier.  He felt like he had known her forever.
“You better learn how to fight,” she scolded

Her bright blue eyes took his pain away
Twas like going home to yesterday
Past visions dimly seen

“Learn to fight, whatever else you do”
He nodded.  “Someday I’ll fight for you”
A future unclear seen

For seven fine and full years the two were inseparable.  Finally, families had agreed and, with dowry offered and paid, the two were married.  The young man had grown to good size and was a respected and valued fighting man of Waterford’s town guard.

At nineteen years with a brand new wife
He answered the call of his Guard’s fife
Strong her words as he departs

“Fight for our people and fight for me”
Pinned to his Jerkin for all to see
Her favor guards his heart

In that year of 1169 a small force under Raymond le Gros landed at Baginbun, near Bannow, and immediately routed a strong army of Irishmen and Norsemen from Waterford, inspiring the couplet:

"At the creek of Baginbun,
Ireland was lost and won."

            He lay on the field of battle before Waterford.  “Fight for our people.  Fight for me”, she had said.  Now he would die for her.  As his vision dimmed, his only regret was that he would never see her again.  He whispers her name and the Irish monk beside him says, “Believe”. 

He lay cold before the town’s main gate
Quiet, a hooded monk sits and waits

As his life slips away

His vision dims and he calls her name
He breathes, “I’ll never see her again”

The monk begins to pray

The monk bends close to the young man’s ear
“Be at peace my friend. There is naught to fear
You have no need to grieve”

The monk whispers, “There is no never
Remember, death is just a river
You simply must Believe”

            As he slips into the lonely dark he seems to see a dark haired woman in a circle of stone and the smile of a redheaded lass.  A look of content and he was gone.

As the young man bleeds away life’s spark
And he slips into the lonely dark
One last thing caught his eye

He clearly sees with his final breath
Something that warms the cold sting of death
Then contented, he died

A vision seen as through darkened glass
The sweet smile of a redheaded lass
And someone stood behind

Flickering torchlight with hair wind-blown
A dark haired woman, circle of stone
Somehow the two entwined

And dimly seen, a far distant shore
Where a lady waits with open door
She beckons from afar

‘It’s time to come home’ she seems to say
‘If you believe, you will find your way
Led by a sailor’s star’

—On the River flows—

On the river of time the years and generations glide past.  There one can see a collage of scenes that are years apart and seemingly unrelated.

She sits and waits on her cliff facing the sea for her man to come home his ship long overdue from its trip to the Americas.  For many long years she waited; her love she’d not let go.
She sat alone on her bench each evening wrapped in her woolen shawl, as the sun dropped into the sea.  Waiting, forever waiting, searching for the star that would guide her man home.  The sound of the crashing surf and the breeze from the sea seems to whisper ‘Believe’
They found her there one morning, her twenty-three year vigil over, her waiting at an end.

I remember telling my mother, when I was but age ten, that I would not marry until I was thirty years old.  I can still recall my solid conviction that this was true.  I didn’t know then why I was so sure of that statement.  It was not until many years later that I began to think that I might know the answer as to the why of such a claim.
Through grade school, high school and several years after, I was not one to be comfortable around women.  It was not that I was shy but rather I couldn’t bring myself to participate in the social games the young played.  It all seemed so shallow.  It was as though I was looking for something or waiting for something to happen.

Twenty-seven years and still alone
Where his life was headed, still unknown
No goal for which to aim

With too much to drink, all night café
Occurred that which took his gloom away
Edy the lady’s name

She took his order her gaze direct
Made something inside his mind connect
Vision briefly perceived

Darkhaired woman, redheaded lass
And other women from time long past
A distant voice Believe

            So there is the story I said I would write for you.  I have to apologize for the fact that I cannot find an ending.  The story remains unfinished and I suspect that this is as it should be. You asked me once and twice before just what did I believe.  I tell you now, though you are not here to hear,

He buried her on a winter’s day
A part of his soul had gone away
Lowered into the ground

But he dreamed that night a dream most clear
One to soften grief and dry a tear
The lost seems always found

A dark haired woman stands proud behind
While up ahead and yet still to find
There awaits half his soul

—And On The River Flows—

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Featured Book - The Road to Fluffer

The Road to Fluffer
Dan Schell



Darrell Steiner is a middle-aged music journalist caught between his magazine's corporate takeover and a disintegrating marriage. Forced to prove his relevance in an ever-changing music industry, he is assigned to cover a small-time heavy metal band, Numb Skull, for an ill-fated tour through the Midwest. Numb Skull's music is loud, their lyrics pedestrian, and their dreams of the wild rock and roll life drive every decision. Darrell, however, begins to see the assignment as the death knell of his career, helpless on the road while his wife shacks up with his brother.

The makers of Fluffer, the adult energy drink, have gotten into the music business, culminating in the annual Fluffer Music Festival in Chicago. Numb Skull has earned a slot to play at the festival but the band struggles to keep the tour from derailing after a series of mishaps, while Darrell wrestles with his personal and professional lives, finding himself both burdened and sheltered by the road.
Dan Schell writes:
After two decades of publishing poetry, I have recently released my first novel, The Road to Fluffer, in both paperback and ebook formats. It's a funny, wild ride through the Midwest USA with a struggling music journalist and a merry band of rock and roll malcontents he is assigned to cover.

Amazon link to my author page:


"Dan Schell's debut novel is an addictive, highly-readable jaunt through the midwestern bars and back alleys where up and coming rock and roll bands are forced to tread."

"Loved it. Shades of High Fidelity, Almost Famous, and Anvil! The Story of Anvil...but with a distinct midwestern working-class musician view."

"You really feel for these characters. It is an entertaining story, and if you like music or ever followed local bands around you will love The Road to Fluffer! There are many laughs along the way."

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Monday, February 11, 2013

Giveaway! Amazon Gift Cards! Blood, Smoke and Ashes

Blood, Smoke and Ashes
Bradley Convissar


In the Fall of 1955, the state of Nevada used the electric chair to execute a prisoner for the first time.

It was also the last time.

Molly Blackburn, nicknamed Jane the Ripper by the Las Vegas press after killing eleven men while posing as a prostitute, was strapped to the chair without incident. The switch was flipped.

Everything after that went horribly wrong.

Since that day, a copycat Jane the Ripper has appeared almost every decade in a different city, mimicking Molly's choice in victims as well as her methods of murder. She kills eleven men then disappears, never to be found. The similarities between the bodies left behind each decade is uncanny. As if they are all the victims of the same murderer, not a copycat.

But that's impossible, of course, because Molly Blackburn is dead, her execution witnessed by a dozen people.

FBI Agent Jack Shaw, the lead investigator in the Jane the Ripper cases since the seventies, finally catches a break in 2009 when the intended fifth victim manages to turn the tables on the newest copycat . Everyone believes that the horror has finally ended with her capture. Shaw is not so sure, though, wondering if someone else will take up the mantle and kill seven more men to complete the cycle. But when no more bodies with her distinctive markings show up over the next two years, Shaw allows himself to believe that maybe he has seen the end of the Jane the Ripper murders.

As it turns out, what he thought was the end was only the beginning.

His hunt will take him across the country, and even when he thinks he's finally discovered the truth, he quickly learns that not everything is as it seems.

That not every monster is created equal.

That the nature of good and evil is not as black and white as he has always believed.

That not everything that is broken can be put back together.

That not every fractured soul can be saved.

When blood, smoke and ashes rise, no one comes out the same on the other side.

Blood, Smoke and Ashes is a 115,00 word supernatural thriller/horror 

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Friday, February 8, 2013

New Release - The Marriage Caper

The Marriage Caper
(Billionaire Games:  Book Two)
Sandra Edwards


 A brand new release from Sandra Edwards!


Andre de Laurent is the second son of an extremely wealthy family, which basically means he’ll always be number two. That is, until his mother’s uncle dies and leaves him a multi-billion-dollar fortune. So what’s the trouble? Andre has sixty days to take a wife, and he’ll have to remain married for one year or forfeit the inheritance to distant relatives—who are hell-bent on claiming the inheritance as their own.

Aspiring actress Tasha Gordon has never wanted anything quite so much as that big break—until she met Andre de Laurent. Could his offer turn out to be the role of lifetime?

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