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Living with guilt is the worst feeling in the world... Ley Moore (now Jared) and Willie Ramsey were teenage sweethearts, bound to marry and start a new life together; but, they lived in two different states. She in New York and he in New Jersey. They both had to, constantly sneak away to see the other behind their parents back and without permission. Until Willie stopped coming around leading Ley to believe he did not want her anymore.

Left feeling lonely, she let herself be seduced by another young guy, Andrew Jared, becoming pregnant at 17. Being a pregnant teenager was considered taboo back then (well according to her old-fashioned parents) and made to marry the father of her unborn child leaving everything behind including her heart.

Now at 46, a career woman, wife, and mother of two adult sons, she still carries the guilt of leaving her relationship with Willie open-ended. Living in Georgia, she embarks in a search, to find her childhood love to explain the circumstances that led her to marry another man. Only to find Willie living in another city of New Jersey with a family of his own...22 years later!

As they carry on written email communications on a daily basis about their marital problems, they find out they still carried a torch for each another, taking them to an adventure they thought would never happen. But time can only tell if this could be their Loves Second Chance...

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At that moment, the thought of my ex-boyfriend, Willie came up. William Ramsey. Now there's a name I haven’t thought of in a while! Why all of a sudden am I thinking of him, as I turn on my car to pull out of the parking lot.

Driving home, I'm thinking of the crazy and explicit things Willie, and I used to do as teenagers. At the time, he was seventeen, I was sixteen. We were together on and off for four years as kids because we had to seek permission to go out.

I used to tell my mom I was going roller skating with my best friend, Liz only to sneak off to Hoboken, New Jersey. The thought of us sneaking around put a smile on my face, and led me to ask, "Oh Willie, where are you now?" I still have so many unanswered questions as to why he kept disappearing so much from me. I had no way to know my life was about to take an interesting turn in the next few days.

Friday, 27 July 2018

The Clown Forest Murders: A #Mystery #Novel by R.R. Brooks

Bob Brooks (writing as R.R. Brooks) spent his career doing pharmaceutical research and development. Now living in western North Carolina with two oversized cats, a resistant beagle, and a supportive spouse, he’s published fiction and nonfiction, including science fiction and fantasy short stories exploring strange encounters and issues of doubt and belief. He also writes novels, including the epic fantasy novel Justi the Gifted, released in 2015 by Leo Publishing and a psychological mystery novel The Clown Forest Murders, co-written with A.C. Brooks, released in November 2017 by Black Opal Publishing. He is a member of the Blue Ridge Writers Group, the Appalachian Round Table, International Thriller Writers, Inc., and the N.C. Writers Network. He maintains author’s pages on Facebook, Amazon, Goodreads, All Author, and Hometown Reads. His website is www.brooks-authors.com.

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Did clown-colored mushrooms spark the gruesome murders? Will his memories of the murders save him or kill him?

At age eight, Dave Austin witnesses his brother’s savage murder in rural Norwich, New York, but amnesia suppresses the memory, and the killer escapes. Locals suspect an itinerant, a pedophile, or a disturbed friend maddened by psychedelic mushrooms. When Dave starts college, pressures at Princeton and alcohol elicit dreams, each one revealing a bit of memory. Then come visions as Dave senses the killer return. Images of teenagers killed where his brother died precipitate a crisis, and David returns to Norwich to find his dead brother’s friend, a disturbed witness who knows something. Dave’s appearance alarms his psychiatrist, the officers who hadn’t solved the case, and especially the killer, who knows he should not have let the young Dave escape. Now the killer must correct his mistake. When a crazy farmer invites Dave to learn the killer’s name in the Clown Forest at midnight, how can he resist? He may learn what he needs to identify the murderer—if he gets the truth, and survives.

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The first draft of part of this book was written in the late 90s by Andrew Brooks. That part was the “nature attack” segment. The “mystery” segment came ten years later and was written by Robert Brooks.

The key writing impetus for Andrew was the suicide death of his brother in his junior year at Princeton. The central New York setting is where our kids grew up. It includes the Clown Forest, a mysterious, scary place for roaming youngsters, a place where mushrooms thrive. Psychedelic mushrooms that affect the brain and cause death underlie the variety of mental issues portrayed in many characters. This plot theme can be viewed as a rationalization of suicide. Thus environmental rather than the individual becomes responsible for behaviors ranging from odd to lethal. The individual is excused. Suicide may or may not be “painless” but it’s blameless.

I was actively pursuing fiction writing in retirement and had the chance to read Andrew’s completed draft, with a working title of “The Clown Forest,” around 2002. I loved the Stephen King elements and suggested revisions. But Andrew had to deal with life and shelved the manuscript. He naively allowed me to try revisions five years later. I made it into a mystery, adding a plot line and characters to support that expansion. The theme of nature causing mental aberration and evil behavior was kept intact. I added the challenge to the reader of figuring out which human was responsible for the ultimate evil of murder.

The result is a mystery in which the environmental factor and mental aberration play the crucial role of cause. These themes unfold in the life of one boy over a ten-year period, the time it takes for the mental state of amnesia to lift and reveal the truth.

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

The Secrets of the Clock: A #GeneralFiction #Novel by C.S. Kjar

C.S. Kjar lives with her long-time first husband in their empty nest in Boise. She spent her life doing many different things. She’s been a stay-at-home mom, a teacher, a secretary, a statistician, a literacy tutor, a newsletter editor, a timber sale accountant, an archeological technician, and best and longest of all, a technical writer/editor.

After retiring, she focused on writing fiction. Her novels are sweet and wholesome, suspenseful with a touch of romance. She has also written children's, middle age books, and one non-fiction book about quilting.

The author’s last name is pronounced “care.” She hopes that’s what everyone will do. Care about each other.

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Getting along with your family can be difficult, even under normal circumstances. If your dad is Father Time, and your sisters are married to Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and Headless Horseman, family dynamics take on a whole new dimension. Essie Bunny, Sharon Claus, and Hannah Horseman are ordinary sisters with extraordinary families. They have not spoken to each other in 15 years after a big family blow-up. When their mother dies, she leaves them a cryptic message, telling them to search for her last wishes on a videotape in their childhood home. She also tells them to set the old grandfather clock to five and wait for the magic to happen.

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Where were you born, and what was it like growing up there?

I was born in Florida. My father, Father Time, built a cottage for my mother on several acres near the beach. My father taught me to swim, and I love to swim in the ocean. It was the perfect place to live.

Did you have a close relationship with your family?

I am the youngest of three sisters. When we were young, we were very close. When my sisters got married and moved away, I was very close to my mother. We had a wonderful time together.

What is the happiest memory from your childhood?

The days when my father visited us were the very best. We'd take a picnic to the beach and play in the water all day long. When we got tired, we'd sit under the umbrella and listen to my parents talk about the things they'd seen and done.

Who was your best friend growing up?

My mom was my best friend. Oh, the girls at school were nice, and I did things with them, but I never quite fit in. We had too many secrets at our house.

If you could compare yourself to someone from another novel, who would it be?

I think I'm very much like Hermione in the Harry Potter Books. My dad is Father Time and my mother is a regular person. That makes me not-quite-regular, but not-quite-supernatural. While I can't do magic like Hermione can, I know there are things happening around us that most people aren't aware of.

Who is your enemy?

For a while, my sisters were my enemies. They laughed at me at my wedding to Headless Horseman and made me cry. They ruined my wedding! I hated them after that. But my mother cooked up a scheme that made us forgive each other and brought us back to being sisters again. After that, anyone who threatens my family is my enemy.

Who do you most admire in your world?

I admire my husband most of all. His physical handicap (his head isn't attached to his body) makes it hard for us to out in public. People stare, and it makes him uncomfortable. Consequently, we don't get off our big horse farm in Pennsylvania too often. But I admire Headless because even though he looks scary, he's got a heart of gold. In spite of being treated horribly his whole life, he's found a way to be a good father and a good husband. He's made a good life for his family.

Tell us a little about your world, and where you fit in?

My oldest sister, Essie, is married to Easter Bunny, and my next sister, Sharon, is married to Santa Claus. We each have our special times of year that we work hard to make special for everyone else. We're normal women, but we have extraordinary lives. We live on the fringes of society so we don't draw attention to ourselves, but still, try to give our children a normal upbringing.

What was the most embarrassing moment in your life?

It was my wedding. When I came out in my black wedding dress, my sisters' mouths dropped open and Essie started laughing and pointing at me. Mother tried to quiet her, but she persisted in her ridicule. I was mortified.

What are your goals?

I want to help Headless raise the best horses in the country. He's got such a way with them that they are highly prized for their training. I want my two boys, Huntley and Horace, to grow up and be good human beings in the world. They are good-hearted kids and I hope they stay that way.

What is your greatest fear?

I'm afraid that the townspeople will discover the true identity of Headless and storm our house like they stormed the castle of Frankenstein. That's why we stay very private and keep watch for strangers prowling around. Our two hellhounds help patrol the place.

What is the most important lesson you've learned about life?

I learned how to forgive my sisters for what they did on my wedding day. You have to forgive others to maintain the relationships that will do you the most good and provide the most support.

What is the strangest situation you've ever found yourself in?

The first time I had to feed Headless was very awkward. I have to put a tube down his esophagus and pour in his nourishment. Now it's old hat, but the first time was strange.

Who has been the greatest influence in your life?

My mother! A mortal woman who fell in love with and married Father Time. My father's age changes over the course of the year. He could only visit us when his appearance matched the age it should be to look right to anyone who saw us. He came to visit later and later each year and stayed only two weeks at a time. Sometimes he'd come at Christmas when he was a very old man. We called him Gramps just so people didn't know who he was.

What is the greatest obstacle you have ever had to face?

People who don't believe in the extraordinary are hard to deal with. My sister, Sharon, says Santa's feelings get hurt when people don't believe.

Monday, 23 July 2018

Her Legend Lives in You - The Untold Creation Story Honoring The Goddess and Our Daughters: A #Fantasy #Novel by Myron J Clifton

Myron J. Clifton is slightly older than fifty, lives in Sacramento, California, and is an avid Bay Area sports fan. He likes comic books, telling stories about his late mom to his beloved daughter Leah, and talking to his friends.

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This story is a new mythology that captures the Divine Feminine and draws the reader into its sisterhood with magical creatures and utopian dreams. Both Whimsical and darkly serious, this previously untold creation story, presented as a prose-poem, reveres the Mother as creator. The reader of this epic prose-poem cannot help but be drawn into the sisterhood of the divine feminine. Their story is here and it lives in you.

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BIRTHING

All of Creation is merely a birthing story.

The echo of her first birth can still be heard in all the Universe. The sound is in the background of all universal sounds.

The Goddess was busy!

With her name singing an eternal song during those first few nanoseconds, the Goddess opened herself and her power flowed all at once and in all directions in a magnificent expression of herself.

And in those milliseconds her Universe was now immeasurable.

This was the first birth in her new Universe. The Goddess’ power was soft, curved, slow and smooth. There were a few sharp angles but she preferred gentle bends, segues, and agreement in form and all that she created.

The Original’s name for the Goddess informed her purpose, and her essence fueled her creative expressions. In those first few million years the Goddess played with things that would forever be unseen but which would be studied and she left her presence in all things she birthed.

All things in her Universe are made of her.

The Goddess paused to observe her Universe and then she smiled to herself. She knew what her Universe needed.

I will make a garden, the Goddess said.

What is purpose if not growing and tending a garden where one may contemplate, she asked and answered herself. And so, she planted simple galaxies and spiral galaxies, there and there.

Just a simple garden, she told herself.

Next were gas clouds that were as big as galaxies, and nebulas that were as original in all universes as they were awe-inspiring. She grew stars that burned slowly — perennials she called them, and others that burned out quickly in a few billion years — seasonals, those were called.

She planted black holes, strung star systems all around, and placed comets and asteroid belts all over.

And she took from her own light and planted growing balls of fire to warm her garden while night stars and moons kept her garden comforted, and to provide for the small things that she planted in the garden — to live, feed, and help the garden birth its own.

Finally, over there she decided to plant orbs that circled her stars and to the orbs some were given their own orbs that circled them. And they were given fire to help forge the garden.

The Goddess paused for a few billion years before noticing one of her stars calling to her because it was lonely.

Then she smiled a mischievous smile and laughed to herself at her garden — it was lovely!

She was well pleased but not finished!

The star that called to her informed her that one of the orbs was sad and longed for the Goddess’ attention.

Friday, 20 July 2018

Taldra: Science Fiction Adventures - A #SciFi #Novel by Duane Simolke

Duane Simolke wrote The Acorn Stories, a collection of tales set in a fictional West Texas town. He also edited and co-wrote the fundraiser The Acorn Gathering: Writers Uniting Against Cancer. His writing appeared in nightFire, Mesquite, Caprock Sun, Beyond: Science Fiction & Fantasy, and many other publications. He lives in Lubbock, Texas.

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The Taldra novels focus on gays, people of color, and powerful women.

“Edge-of-your-seat action, scenes that detail the turmoil and terror of an alien attack and an inside look at love and acceptance for humanity’s differences.” —Tome Tender

In an alternate reality, Earth is Valchondria. The one-world government consists of Leader, the Supreme Science Council, and a police force called “the Maintainers.”

Degranon: A Science Fiction Adventure introduces the Iroquois scientist Taldra. One of her sons becomes trapped on the other side of a time portal while the other loses himself to the religious cult Degranon. Can they find their way back to each other before the Degrans destroy Valchondria?

In Sons of Taldra: A Science Fiction Adventure, alien shapeshifters and the secrets of the Maintainers threaten humanity. First published in 2016 as an eBook, Sons of Taldra now appears in this collection with the revised, third edition of Degranon.

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Lorfeltez stopped speaking. The audience grew still and quiet. The Maintainers had arrived. They filed through the crowd like a swarm of insects, freely pushing and shoving with all the authority their office granted them, elbowing several people, and pushing a few out the doorways.

Part of the crowd disappeared as if the weight of the entering officers forced them outside. However, many of them failed to move away in time, and the Maintainers grabbed at their collars or even punched at them, before finding the sources of the disruption.

A female Maintainer yanked the holo-projectors away, knocking them to the floor, then used the handle of her sleep rifle to destroy them, sending hot metal parts and wires everywhere. One of the wires gashed a woman’s arm, sending out a small spurt of blood. Before even noticing her, the Maintainers handcuffed all five men, even while the crowd continued to shift madly about, trying to escape. One of the Maintainers assisted the injured woman, holding his hand over the cut on her arm.

Dr. Lorfeltez saw an elderly red woman in the audience, frail to the point that she had obviously lived beyond the virus’s benefits. One of the Maintainers waved his laser pistol around to scare away the remnants of the controversial gathering. He threw the metal cylinder up in the air and let it drop glove-like around his left hand.

His barrel pointed directly at the old woman. At least the other citizens could move quickly from his senseless demonstration of power, even if some of them ran in too many different directions for everyone to escape.

As he swung around again, the barrel struck the old woman on the forehead and knocked her to the floor. The crowd almost trampled her, but the handsome stranger pulled her up and helped her escape.

Lorfeltez had wanted to intervene as well, but another Maintainer stood beside her, aiming a laser pistol at her. The Maintainer was an extremely tall black woman, but barely more than a teenager, with hair shooting out from her headband, reminding Lorfeltez of a docle flower, one of the few remaining flowers on Valchondria’s overly industrialized landscape. The absence of stripes on her uniform revealed her as a trainee, but she carried herself like a Top Maintainer.

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

The Heart Collectors: A #Horror #Novel by Scott Lesperance

Scott is an author who lives in upstate NY, surrounded by horror props and collectibles.

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Detectives in upstate NY investigate a series of bizarre murders. What they discover is even more bizarre. Crime/drama with fantasy elements.

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Why did you decide to be a writer?

I wanted to entertain.

What authors have most influenced you?

Poe, Lovecraft, HG Wells, Jules Verne, Barker

When did you first consider yourself an author?

When I finished my first book

What is the biggest obstacle you face as an author and what do you do to overcome it?

Writer's block, just walk away and come back later

What is the best compliment you've ever received as an author?

"You love to write and it shows."

What is the best writing advice you've ever received?

Write for yourself

Do you prefer ebooks, print or both?

What made you decide to self-publish?

It's the easiest route.

What is your writing process?

It's usually at night, I listen to music.

Do you write in first or third person, past or present tense, and why?

Third person, past

How long does it take you to write a book?

Depends on the length

How do you come up with the titles for your books? Do you find it difficult?

It relates to the general idea.

What are you working on now?

Collection of short stories

What inspired your current work?

Various movies, dreams

What was the hardest part about writing your latest book?

Coming up with fresh ideas

Monday, 16 July 2018

Aeron (The Guardian League Book Four): A #Romance #Novel by TK Lawyer

TK Lawyer has always had an interest in the strange and unusual and she’s a romantic by heart.

She writes passion-filled paranormal romance with Angels and Wolf Shifters- weaving tales of alpha males willing to do anything for the one feisty, curvaceous, strong-willed woman who has won their heart. Her alpha males will go to any length to please their mate, in and out of the bed.

She invites you to enter her world and be entertained. After all, she writes for you.

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Kim is stuck in a desperate situation – one she never thought she’d wind up in. Her husband has given up. Kim wants her freedom but she’s scared of the unknown. To find true, lasting love is her dream but is it possible?

Little does Kim know who she seeks is searching for her.

Aeron loved and dated. But he never found the right one. As leader and founder of the Guardian League and co-protector of his charge, his responsibilities kept him active; however, something was missing. His life wasn’t complete.

He sought a perfect, unique combination: fiery and spirited with the right mix of nice vs. naughty. But this elusive minx was nowhere to be found. Until the day an enchanting vision caught his eye and he walked straight into a line of people awaiting coffee and beignets.

Now that he’s found her, he’s unwilling to let her go. But does Kim have the strength to trust again?

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Aeron wanted her, but he wouldn’t force her. If she came to him, she would come willingly and of her own choice. That was the way he loved her; wild and free to voice her own opinions, to be who she wanted to be. He’d never confine her or subdue her will in any way. Besides, to do so was a cardinal sin, a punishment an angel would answer to the Council for. Still, that wasn’t the reason he wanted Kim the way she was. He loved her candor and her fiery, rebellious spirit. Her basic nature is what he embraced. She was a challenge to him.

He would temper her, yes, when she was naughty, but he would do it with love, knocking down her wall of self-preservation, shattering her negative perceptions and introducing her to limitless possibilities, with him. If Kim walked away from him, she would say “no” to all Aeron offered. He would take nothing less.

One particular night, he kneeled by her bedside, stroked back a stray hair from her forehead and spoke to her soul. His mind reached out to her in a shared telepathic communication she’d recognize in her restful state. His hand lingering in her hair as he whispered the nickname he came up with after being in her presence a short while. It suited her well.

“Beautiful kitten, I grieve in your presence, for you do not know me yet, but I have fallen, deeply and madly, in love with you. You hold my heart, all of it, and my happiness lies with you and what you will ultimately do. Know that you are worthy of so much more. If you are courageous, you will have support. Break free from your bonds and live again, darling.”

Aeron smiled as he watched her chest rise and fall. He caressed the back of his hand across her left cheek, listening in on the steady beating of her heart. His gorgeous beauty. His kitten. It pained him she didn’t know him.

“Dream of me.” He placed his hand on her forehead. A white light exited his palm and entered her mind, feeding her images of Aeron, threading them through her imagination.

“I love you.” He lifted from the bed and glanced over at Tom, sleeping soundly in between loud snores as he lay on the other side of the bed.

“Take care of her.” He directed his words to Tom. The request drifted into Tom’s subconscious accompanied by an image of Kim.

“Until we meet.” Aeron leaned over Kim and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. “Be well.” He sighed and disintegrated into the air.

Friday, 13 July 2018

A Head Full of Random Thoughts: A #Poetry #Book by Rick Perry

Rick Perry is a retired English teacher, coach, and administrator with an avid interest in books, movies, sports, politics, education, and current events. After 35 years experience in both public and private education, he is eager to spend time writing and sharing his thoughts and opinions on a wide variety of subjects.

Rick has been married to his wife Patti for thirty years and they have two children, Scott and Caitlin. His first novel The What If Project was written in November during the 2016 NaNoWriMo event. The book is now available in paperback and multiple ebook formats. Recently, he released a collection of poetry A Head Full of Random Thoughts. He is currently working on a new novel and finishing a previously begun young adult tale. Two other novels are in the revising and editing stages.

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A Head Full of Random Thoughts is a collection of accessible modern poetry inspired by the people and memories of an everyday life. Although a handful have been posted online, most are being seen for the very first time! The book features over 80 original poems grouped into five sections. A handful have been published online, but most have never been shared before now.

In “Observations on an Everyday Life,” the poet takes a look at a variety of common, ordinary situations. “People” includes a series of tribute poems about family and friends. “Social Commentary” contains poems about politics and current events, from the view of a Christian conservative. “Memories of Days Gone By” looks at childhood memories, or fragments of the past. The final section, “Just the Way I Feel,” contains the odds and ends, those introspective pieces that come late at night.

Written over the last two years, these are the random thoughts that bounce around inside the head of a poet. Some are serious, some are whimsical, but all are honest and heartfelt.

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Why did you decide to be a writer?

I am a retired educator and I have always loved to write. Following my retirement, my son encouraged me to look into NaNoWriMo and I wrote my first novel in 2016 just to see if I could do it. Since then, I have written two more novels and my recent book of poetry.

Did you have a hard time sharing your work with the public?

After I completed my first novel, I had a very easy time sharing it. I gave it to a few close friends, did some revising and editing and found myself eager to publish. It was a little scary waiting for reactions, but overall, I was excited to be able to share my stories with other people.

Do you have a "day job"?

I spent thirty-five years in education, teaching English, coaching, and eventually going into administration. After retiring in 2015, I have committed to investing time in writing.

What genres do you write?

Up to this point, I have written mostly fiction. My latest project is a collection of poetry, but I have already begun work on my next novel.

Is there a genre that you've been wanting to experiment with?

I have an idea for a science fiction novel, but it is somewhat out of my comfort zone and I have not yet worked up the courage to begin. What attracts me, and scares me, is that it is not like anything I have written before.

How often do you write?

When I am in the middle of a project, I try to write at least something each day. Revising and editing are much harder for me and I tend to write much less when I am doing so. I also blog weekly.

How long does it take you to write a novel?

Two of my three completed novels were done during NaNoWriMo and completed in 30 days. That doesn't count the revision process which obviously adds to the time devoted to the novel. The third novel took about two and a half months. Once I have begun, I tend to get the first draft done fairly quickly.

What authors/books have most influenced you?

My favorite author is Stephen King, but I also love John Grisham, Michael Crichton, Lee Child, and Gillian Flynn.

When did you first consider yourself an author?

Probably when my first book was published and I actually held the first printed copy of the paperback in my hands.

What are your goals as an author?

My current goals are to publish the next two novels (which are already written) and complete at least one more that is in the planning stages. Beyond that, I want to keep writing and try to get my books out to a wider audience.

Are you a pantser or outliner?

I am a little of both, but mostly a pantser. I have a very broad outline in mind when I begin, but the story often takes its own course once I start. As I write, new characters appear, and new situations pop up that I never anticipated, and I go with the flow.

Do you write about real life experiences, or does everything come from your imagination?

My first book was entirely fictional, but my latest is almost all based on my experiences in education. Although I am writing it as fiction, most of the stories are based on actual events. I am changing the outcomes and combining different locations, but most of the experiences really happened.

Do you ever base your characters on people you know?

The book I hope to publish next is a fictionalized memoir about my experiences in education. Most of the characters in the book are based on real people. Fortunately, as a work of fiction, I can combine characters and their actions and even make them nicer (or meaner) than the real people on whom they are based.

Wednesday, 11 July 2018

Nightfall: A #Romance #Novel by TK Lawyer

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Tamara’s spicy scent thrills, seduces, and weakens him like no other. She is his and he wants her. Unfortunately, she is done with men. Tamara’s been burned too many times in the past and she’s not looking for a relationship…..ever. But when she finds a stray dog on her doorstep she decides she wants a relationship with a male, after all- that of pet and pet owner.

Josh is not a dog and he has no interest in staying her pet. He has one burning desire- Tamara- in his bed, nightly and permanently. He will stop at nothing to convince Tamara they are better together and that he needs her, forever.

Their paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable but will Tamara allow Josh to love, cherish and protect her? Or will she say goodbye to the amazing, dedicated man whose loyalty and sweet promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire?

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He considered the worst part about switching between a wolf and a human—having no clothes to change into.

If Tamara was around and she welcomed it, he would be able to tolerate this as a minor inconvenience. He would gladly switch back into his nude human form for their mutual delight, but it would wreak havoc in public places and situations. When it came to being out in public, he preferred to be a wolf. No one ever noticed when a wolf was naked. It was expected and accepted.

Taking out the iced tea, he poured a glass for himself and gulped down every drop. The water Tamara provided for him was a sweet gesture but it wasn’t enough for his increased libido and insatiable thirst, especially when she was parading around nude in front of him. He choked, in mid-gulp, and his breathing turned raspy as the image of her luscious body floated across his mind.

He walked into the master bedroom that, as Nightfall, Tamara forbade him to enter. Searching through the bathroom closet, he found a towel and modestly wrapped his bottom half in it. This way, if any neighbors became curious and happened to notice him, they’d conclude he was merely a guest in her home instead of a pervert or worse—an intruder with the worst intentions for Tamara. He grimaced. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt her in any way. With him around, she was protected and safe…always. She was his mate and he would willingly die keeping her alive.

Clicking the power button on the TV remote, he sat on the loveseat and luxuriated in the lingering smell of her scent wafting from the cushions. He melted into the seat inhaling the sweet, enticing aroma, imagining all kinds of delicious, erotic possibilities with her devilishly tempting body.

Lord, she was sexy.

If she were here right now, she’d need protection from him.

Monday, 9 July 2018

I Promise: A #Romance #Novel by Tonya Coffey

Tonya lives in a small town in southern Kentucky with her husband and two sons. They spend most of their time outdoors, discovering the beauty of the world. If she isn't reading or writing, you will find her sitting in front of a canvas, painting the landscape around her home.

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Do you remember your first high school crush?

Would he jump into danger for you?

Mine did...

My daddy warned me to not walk down Cider Avenue after school. I thought the threat on my life was nonsense, just like the other times before... But when arms engulfed me, tugging me into a van, on that very street, I wished I had listened.

My only hope is in the motorcycle club, Night Hawks. I couldn't deny, the son of the club's president had swept me off my feet. I was drawn to the boy with rugged looks and a heart of gold.

As my world collapses into chaos, will he pull me from the clutches of my enemies or will our families be drawn into a war of blood, guns and broken promises?

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When my captures threw me in here, I was afraid I would take my last breath in this dirty, smelling place. I expected to hear the hammer click back on a weapon and feel the steal against my temple. Instead, my ties were removed and a door slammed shut behind me, causing me to remove my hood and take in my surroundings. My eyes worked around the small shed. When I saw no way out, I fell to my knees and tears filled my eyes. I wanted to cry but I didn’t. To stop them, I sucked in a ragged breath and scooted back into the corner.

My heartbeat steadied as I thought about Dad. He warned me and I didn’t listen. I had to let my hormones drive me. I had to defy him for a boy. It was my entire fault.

I nestled my cheek against my knee as I closed my eyes. The whistle of a train blew as it sped by. Every few hours another train rolled along the tracks alerting me to where I was. It was the only part of town where a road crossed the train tracks. It was the southern part, the worst part of our county. If it was the first time one laid eyes on it, it would remind someone of a deserted city. Large block buildings and overgrown concrete setting in the middle of fields. Repossessed homes, broken structures and forests were everywhere around me.

Each whistle made the time speed by, my stomach ached. It wasn’t because I hadn’t eaten since lunch. It had to do with the fear that grew in the pit. Right now it was a seed but with each minute a new root took shape. A new sprout formed, taking over my strength. I was afraid what would happen if it grew into my core. I won’t let it.

Standing, I refused to let the fear take hold, to grow into more. I wanted to squash it like a bug, so I paced, making the blood flow through my body and help my limbs not feel as cold.

Turning again, I faced the door. I stared at the wooden planks and broken beams. It was old but whoever had me in here reinforced the broken pieces in case the person inside tried to escape. Premeditated, I thought.

I made my way to the door. I stared at it as if it were a stranger. Slowly I raised my hand, holding it inches from the wood as if a fire roared on the other side and the door was too hot to touch.

I gripped the handle. The cool steal felt as if it burned into my flesh. Ignoring the feeling, I took a breath and pulled. It didn’t move. Placing my other hand against the door frame, for leverage, I tugged harder. Nothing.

Friday, 6 July 2018

A Beautiful Glittering Lie: A #Novel of the #CivilWar by J.D.R. Hawkins

J.D.R. Hawkins is an award-winning author who has written for newspapers, magazines, newsletters, e-zines, and blogs. She is one of only a few female Civil War authors, and uniquely describes the front lines from a Confederate perspective. Her Renegade Series includes A Beautiful Glittering Lie, winner of the 2013 John Esten Cooke Fiction Award and the 2012 B.R.A.G. Medallion, A Beckoning Hellfire, which is also an award winner, and A Rebel Among Us, recipient of the 2017 John Esten Cooke Fiction Award. These books tell the story of a family from north Alabama who experience immeasurable pain when their lives are dramatically changed by the war. Her nonfiction book, Horses in Gray: Famous Confederate Warhorses, has recently been published. She is currently working on another sequel for the Renegade Series. Ms. Hawkins is a member of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, the International Women’s Writing Guild, Pikes Peak Writers, and Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. She is also an artist and singer/songwriter. Learn more about her at http://jdrhawkins.com.

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In the spring of 1861, a country once united is fractured by war. Half of America fights for the Confederate cause; the other, for unification. Rebel forces have already seized Fort Morgan and Fort Gaines, a new Confederate president has been elected, and the Constitution has been revised. In north Alabama, a farmer and father of three decides to enlist. For Hiram Summers, it is the end of everything he has ever known.

After Hiram travels to Virginia with the Fourth Alabama Infantry Regiment, he is quickly thrust into combat. His son, David, who must stay behind, searches for adventure at home by traipsing to Huntsville with his best friend, Jake Kimball, to scrutinize invading Yankees. Meanwhile, Caroline – Hiram’s wife and David’s mother – struggles to keep up with the farm as her world revolves around the letters she receives from her husband, whom she misses dearly. As Hiram and his son discover the true meaning of war, they soon realize that their choices have torn their family apart.

In this historical tale, the naïveté of a young country is tested, a father sacrifices everything to defend his home, and a young man longs for adventure – regardless of the perilous cost.

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Word of the battle quickly spread to Huntsville, and within days, filtered down to Morgan County. Caroline had mentally prepared herself for what she anticipated would happen, but when the first battle finally did take place, she found herself ill-equipped. Doing her best to shelter her brood, she realized it was just a matter of time before they heard of the event.

A week later, she learned that a list of fatalities had been posted, and knew she had to drive to Ben Johnson’s mercantile to have a look, but all the while, her heart felt as though it was breaking. She dreaded the list, dreaded the result of the terrible fighting, dreaded what the war might be doing to her home, and especially, dreaded seeing Hiram’s name listed. Traveling alone, she reached her destination, climbed down from the wagon, hitched her draft horse, and approached the two-story wooden structure. Her ankle boots clunked up the wooden steps and across the porch’s pine slat floorboards with every step she took. She pulled the front door open, and a tiny bell above it announced her arrival. Upon entering, she saw several others gathered around a notice tacked to a wall. Ben Johnson nodded her way. He threw a glance toward the posted list. She knew what it meant.

Slowly, feeling like she was floating, she approached the others, passing by the dry goods, the glass cases displaying pottery, clothing, and sewing notions, and under farm equipment hanging from the ceiling rafters. Some of the women were sobbing, covering their faces with handkerchiefs, while others turned away, or stared at her with vacant eyes. As they drifted off, she stepped toward the ominous poster, held her breath, and forced herself to gaze upon the names. When she had reached the bottom, she breathed a sigh of relief. Hiram’s name wasn’t on the list, although she recognized one that was. Turning toward the counter, she wiped a trickling tear from her cheek, walked over, and requested a copy of the Southern Advocate.

Initially at a loss for words, Ben cleared his throat. “I reckon Hiram’s name ain’t on there,” he finally said.

The revelation started sinking in. Caroline smiled. “No, thankfully not.”

Ben returned the smile. “Right glad to hear it.” He handed her a newspaper. “The editor of this paper, Mr. William Figures, has a son who’s with your husband’s regiment.”

“Oh?” she replied cordially. “He’s all right, ain’t he? I mean, I didn’t see…”

“Yes, ma’am, far as I can tell.”

“That’s mighty fine. Well, I’ll be on my way. Good-day, Mr. Johnson.” Turning to leave, she opened the paned-glass door.

Ben called out, “When you write to that man of yours, tell him I said hello.”

“I surely will,” she replied.

Returning to the wagon, she untied Joe Boy, climbed aboard, slapped the reins, and drove out of view from the mercantile before pulling the vehicle to a stop. Uncontrollably, she burst into tears, sobbing convulsively until her heartache subsided.

Monday, 2 July 2018

Hell Hole: The Official Screenplay by Donald Firesmith #SciFi

A geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive systems. In this guise, he has authored seven technical books, written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers, and spoken at more conferences than he can possibly remember. He's also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered somewhat by his fear that the term "distinguished" makes him sound like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer whose beard is still slightly more red than gray.

By night and on weekends, his alter ego writes modern paranormal fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, action and adventure novels and relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from various magical woods and mystical gemstones. His first foray into fiction is the book Magical Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore written under the pen name Wolfrick Ignatius Feuerschmied. He lives in Crafton, Pennsylvania with his wife Becky, and his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs and cats.

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