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My Night Owl Reviews Top Pick The Summoning is featured on the Dbl 1st Chapter today. Drop by and read the first chapter of my paranormal romance that I self-published. Buy link Amazon
The Dbl 1st Chp link is: https://goo.gl/s2LfwH
Viviana has agreed to share some secrets with us, so:
What are some of your pet peeves?
Ah, I have so many…
I really could go on and on, but I think I’ll stop here because I already come off as grumpy. Which I totally am.
Who is your hero and why?
I have 2. My mother’s father, Nonno Angelo, and my husband Marco. I had a crappy father, and let’s leave it at that. But those two, they never let me down and made me see there are good men around. Men that can be trusted and love me no matter what.
What kind of world ruler would you be?
Nah, I’d pass. I’d have to deal with too many people, and I’d have too little time alone for that. No, I’d give the crown to my husband. He’s be a good one. Very strict, but just and with his people’s wellbeing in mind.
Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie?
All of them, come on. Jokes asides, I’m told my writing is very visual–none of my characters overthinks or spends pages and pages trying to figure something out. There’s a lot of action, so they would be good movies.
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
I’d start the Margaritas sooner in the day… Joking. No, I wouldn’t change anything.
Summer and Aidan taught me so much, both on a personal level and a writer-characters interaction. For as maddening and frustrating as it was, I learned that it’s okay leave them more reins and simply see where they take you, even if it’s not where you wanted or needed to go.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
Not as much as I believe in writer’s burnout. You spend days, weeks, into someone else’s mind, living their problems as if they were yours. Here is where the crazy stuff starts. On one hand, you have the need to shut yourself up, negate yourself and the way you would act, talk, think. You’re channeling someone else, someone who has feelings, hopes, expectations, hurts that are not yours. You feel what they feel, all of it. Good and bad. But on the other side, to understand them you have to dig deep into yourself and find some old pain they can relate to. And you re-live it, over and over again.
It gets emotionally heavy, sometimes, and you just wish you could be alone in your head.
Of course, the only way out is to finish the story so the characters quiet down–so you keep pushing, keep forgetting about yourself while re-living your past pain. Awesome.
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Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?
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Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.
On my website http://www.viviana-mackade.blog/
Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she doesn’t know it. Her husband Jahill was a refugee from an obscure branch of the Arawak Indians. After his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland of Jamaica. Soon, she finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.
Jahill’s people worship Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, and his brother Sofiel, the God of Fire and Earth. The new Shaman has pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits from an alternate universe fight to become the tribe’s ruling deity. Will light or darkness reign?
When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate. The chemistry between them is more disturbing than the long-buried secrets.
In the conflagration, Sofiel’s face materialized. Heather shoved shaking hands into the pockets of her jeans. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, she faced her fate. How far was Eryael from the cottage? Could she summon him if he was water or air? In her studies, John hadn’t yet covered summoning. If he knew how…
Eryael, come to me. His answer would have been immediate. Maybe the command had to be spoken aloud.
“Come closer.” The smoke figure with its fiery eyes beckoned. “Warm yourself by my fire.”
“I’m not cold.” Her damn voice quavered. For her baby’s sake, she had to try to summon his father. Eyrael was the only one capable of protecting them against this viscious spirit. She closed her eyes, spread her hands at her sides and screamed, “Eryael, I command you to come to me. Now.”
Sofiel breathed a throaty, smoky laugh. “You’re trembling.”
Eyrael did not appear, did not answer. Her racing heart plummeted. She realized she was wringing her hands and crossed her arms across her chest.
“Bound spirit, you must come when I summon you,” she shouted. “Eryael, I command you to my side.” Once more, a condescending laugh smoked from the man in the fire. Something must be wrong for Eyrael not to respond. Either that or she hadn’t actually summoned him the first night in the sea. She was equally as desperate now, her life in as great a danger, and this time she had a child to protect. She stood rigid and motionless, her insides a tangle of fear.
The smoke swirled, coiled, serpent-like. The third beast had the face of a man …the passage from Revelations flashed through her mind. A tremor of sheer terror coursed over Heather. Sofiel’s full lips spread in a lascivious grin. She resisted the overwhelming urge to back away. Any show of cowardice would hasten the attack.
“Come, Heather.” He extended his hands in invitation. “You are no longer to be a sacrifice. You will Pleasure me as I shall Pleasure you. You will be my woman and the mother of my son. Taino and the People have given you to me.”
“Taino and the People,” she mocked, “don’t hold the deed to my soul.” She squared her shoulders, her chin tilted in defiance. “I’m Eryael’s woman. I’m carrying his child.”
“Forget Eryael.” He flung a disdainful gesture. “He does not answer when you call. Darkness has a charm the Light cannot offer. You will be happy with me. I shall give you ecstasy. You will give me a beautiful, golden son. He will be trained in the arts of the Shaman and will be a demigod to the People.”
An earthquake of a shiver rolled over Heather. “Thanks, Sofiel, but no thanks.”
He frowned, his long black hair and his obsidian eyes stained red by the fire. “You dare refuse me, witch? Summon your strong, brave Eryael. I shall call unto Taino. This rebellion ends here. Now. In one swift engagement.”
Her heart stumbled over a beat, every organ in her body quivering. “I refuse you, and I refuse your challenge. Remember, dark spirit, you’re honor bound.”
“Honor. I shall show you honor.” The bastard threw back his head and laughed. “Poor, pregnant Heather. Do you want me to rip that child from your belly? And watch your blood seeping across the floor?”
She stood her ground as the swirls of smoke and fire advanced .With each step he took, her courage failed a little more. In a desperate move, she flung her arms into the air as a sorceress might.
“I command you to leave this house, Sofiel. You are not welcome here. Be gone. Now!” Power sizzled along her nerves. A blue light wavered from her outstretched fingers.
In an impossibly swift move, he seized her around the waist, jerked her into the fire and crushed her to his chest. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue forcing entry. His mouth was hot, slick and tasted of the smoke caressing her. She struggled, gagging, biting at his lips, and fighting his embrace. He broke the demanding kiss, holding her at arms’ length. Fingers of fire burned her temples as he squeezed her face between his hands.
Yesterday, I navigated the Amazon process for indie-publishing. I didn’t encounter any troubles at all, thank goodness, in publishing The Summoning in Kindle format. Soon, I plan to publish it in paperback.
Here’s the blurb and the dynamic cover created by the talented Debbie Taylor:
Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she doesn’t know it. One month after losing her infant son, her husband Jahill and his mistress perish in an accident. He was a refugee from an obscure branch of the Arawak Indians, and soon after his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland. She soon finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.
Jahill’s obscure branch of the Arawaks worship two gods: Eyrael, a spirit from another dimension, is their God of Wind and Sea. His brother Sofiel is the God of Fire and Earth. The powerful new Shaman has pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits—one light, one dark—battle to remain the tribe’s ruling deity.
When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate. More frightening than the buried secrets, Heather and Eyrael discover the chemistry between them almost irresistible.
For those in line to purchase (LOL), here’s the Amazon link.
The book is only $2.99 but Prime members can read for free!
Alicia has graciously agreed to answer a few questions for us:
What is your greatest temptation:
In men: I am afraid I like bad boys. Hot, bad boys. I have watched The Vampire Diaries for years, and I was obsessed with Daman Salvatore, until he turned nice. I still thought he was drop-dead gorgeous, but my obsession waned.
In food: Mexican, cheese, Salt & Vinegar chips
In clothes: Sloppy
What is your greatest weakness? I have so many…probably shopping on Amazon, in general, for anything.
If you could have any kind of car, what would it be? I’m not a car person, but I suppose I would love to have a Lexus. (Not a car person! Alicia, we need to talk!! LN)
Your dream home – mountains or ocean? I love winter, but I’ll admit I’d love to live on the ocean. So, I guess ocean, but somewhere like Maine.
What inspired you to become a writer? My love of reading, and the fact that stories developed in my mind, of their own free will.
Do you have a daily writing routine? If so, please share. No, not at all. I need a daily writing routine. My goal is to arise two hours earlier than necessary each morning to write. I only sometimes accomplish that goal.
What is your favorite book? Gone with the Wind, although Mystic River and the Harry Bosch series are close seconds.
What is your favorite movie? Gone with the Wind
Who is your favorite historical figure? Honestly, I don’t have one. Odd, right?
In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him? Dimitri Santos in Soul Seducer. He is a Grim Reaper who is nearly three centuries old. He was a bad boy as a human and has spent three centuries trying to atone. I love that he performs the dastardly deed of taking souls to their death, yet he does it with compassion.
Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her? Monroe Donovan of the Northland Crime Chronicles series. She is a newspaper reporter who is in love with a detective who is married to a psychotic woman. Monroe is caring and ambitious. She’s obsessed with the unsolved murder of her best friend when they were 12 years old.
What do you have out now? Excerpt, blurb, book trailers
Devil’s Promenade: A World of Gothic ~ United States
Amidst a blizzard, paranormal debunker Camille Burditt arrives at Devil’s Promenade in Oklahoma to research a supernatural ‘spook light’ phenomenon for her latest book. There she encounters a ghostly being, which she dismisses as a figment of her imagination. But as the apparition becomes too persistent to deny, Camille realizes the woman’s ghost is quite real—and that her demise was not accidental.
Declan Rush—the inhospitable, reclusive owner of the inn where Camille is staying—is linked to the deceased woman, but he is less than forthcoming. Despite his unfriendliness, Camille is oddly drawn to him, even though she suspects his connection to the spirit might be that of killer to victim.
When another suspicious death occurs, Camille intensifies her investigation. She has precious little time to ferret out the truth. Not only is her book deadline looming—she’s desperate to discover if the man she’s falling for is a murderer.
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Once in my room, I settled into the alcove and wrote late into the night. The legends surrounding the spook light were so numerous, I barely made a dent.
When I could hold my eyes open no longer, I changed into an old, tattered black sleep shirt proclaiming “I Need Coffee” and settled into the massive bed. I sighed with delight. The mattress was so comfortable, I felt as though I’d landed in a vat of marshmallows.
Lying back on the oversized feather pillows, I opened a King book I’d been reading during my travels, wishing I’d snatched one of the classics from the library.
I was semi-engrossed in the story when a rattling sound made me jump. The wind had risen so fiercely, the window vibrated. Beneath that sound was another…the yowling of coyotes? I should have asked Loretta about the identity of the animals I’d heard. Not that it would make much of a difference, except, if it were coyotes instead of dogs, I would limit my outside wanderings to the immediate area around the house.
Another sound—almost like that of a human moan—rose. I yelped and slammed the book closed. Tossing it on the nightstand, I threw back the covers and climbed from the bed. Although not sure I wanted to identify the sound, I hurried to the window, the hardwood floor cold against my bare feet.
I rubbed my arms against the chill, then drew the curtain back and looked outside. Darkness pushed against the glass like a physical being. Snow and a sprinkling of stars made the night only slightly less black. What had I heard? Snow falling? No, that was ice pelting the window. I hadn’t been around snow often, but I knew it didn’t make that kind of sound.
A flash of something bright caught my attention. I pushed closer to the window, my nose practically touching the pane. There, in the corner of the yard next to a bare-branched shrub. A wisp of something…
I grabbed my cell phone and zoomed in. My heart beat in triple time as I looked through the phone camera. A ghostly figure…no other way to describe it. The gauzy essence was in the shape of a person, undefined, yet unmistakable. A woman, it seemed—long hair flowing behind her, the skirt of a dress billowing around her legs.
She seemed to be staring up at the window…
New releases anytime soon? Yes, actually, I have a re-release coming out in October, I believe, of Soul Seducer. And a re-release of a Christmas short story called The Twelfth Day. My current WIP is a new installment of the Martini Club 4 series, titled Pretentious. It will be out in February.
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Three hundred years after a great war shattered the Council of Races, the warriors of Rüddan have all but eradicated their cousins, the faerie Aethel. In so doing, they decimated the Dryht sages and enslaved mortal Humanity. Now a voice rises above the chaos and calls her people to rebel. Young Sabine, one of the Human slaves, must learn to overcome centuries of lies and prejudice to forge an alliance between four enemy races. But what chance does she stand to overthrow the Rüddan with her dangerous secret, a secret that threatens not only her own life but the existence of all the races on the planet?
A tall, slender figure stood before the wall, a dim shadow outlined in sharp angles by the golden light. Prompted by some silent cue, it stepped into the light and seemed to shrink, as if walking away. Suddenly, it disappeared, and the yellow light began to fade. Before Sabine knew what was happening, the glow winked out so abruptly that bright spots danced through her vision. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
When she could see once more, the wall looked normal, each brick placed upon another in its ordinary manner.
Magic! Sabine began to tremble.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Lauricia Matuska has taught high school literature and creative writing classes for more than ten years. She first discovered the realm of fantasy by traveling with Lucy through the wardrobe to Narnia. Since then, she has established dual-residency between that world and this one, and she currently serves as an ambassador to contemporary youth and young adults. The Healer’s Rune is the first novel in her Ceryn Roh trilogy.
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Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel)
An act of rebellion, Marin doesn’t think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know… right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic – the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools – is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin’s protection.
Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste
Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they’re lucky … they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That’s if Marin doesn’t shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.
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Excerpt: (from chapter two Shocking Finds)
Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them?
The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of Lindal.
Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a place to rest her hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the only person willing to take her in, after the death of her mother, was really here and still alive.
“They will find him, Lindal. He won’t get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal’s recovery.
Glancing up to keep tears from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal’s oxygen line. “What the…” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no larger than a child’s toy?
His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a knot in Lindal’s oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man didn’t seem to realize that Marin was staring at him.
“Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma, shock, or hallucinations¼ something wasn’t right. If she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool.
Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings, pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small, pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.
“Well, answer me. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Waiting for you, of course.”
“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she needed to be medicated.
The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of course. Don’t you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was being insulted by her imagination. Great.
“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said and tossed the little man with wings out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine. Maybe both.
All About Tracey Clark!!
I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing into the dead of night… this I my life!!!
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Now… without further ado… here is Marin Yarthine…
Interviewer: You’ve had quick the introduction to the Fae world, Marin… Can I call you Marin..
Marin (reddened cheeks): Uhh… sure… I mean, that’s what most people call me… Kyland has been call me, Minzet, but I’m pretty sure that’s something just between us since it means Sweet One… but…yeah… Marin would be best.
Interviewer (light chuckle): Great. Well, I nice to finally get to sit down with us… and as the new Princess to the Fae people, with such an odd upbringing… the Fae would love to know a little pit about you… Tell us a little bit about day to day life in the royal world…
Marin: Pfft… Most of the time I think they have the wrong girl… I mean… I was home schooled, and have worked at Finder’s Keepers since I turned 17… for the past four years I have been slipping into Finder’s Trances in order to locate everything from pets to abduction victims… from car keys to family heirlooms… it sounds like important work but really, I mostly had to pull a bunch of information together so that other Finder’s could go out on Mission to locate whatever the client had misplaced…
Interviewer: That sounds like important work to me… also, something that would take a toll on your emotions… do you have someone to cuddle up to at night to help you get through the day???
Marin (Cheeks now flaming red): Kyland… he came out of nowhere and changed my life… and he doesn’t even mind when I accidentally shock him with this new power that has a tendency to get out of control when I’m upset…
Interview: …. (shuffles through questions) … (scoots chair back and grits her teeth)… What goals and hardships do you face… what do you want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe?? (scoots back a little further…)
Marin (head cocked to the side): I’m still learning about the Fae world.. but I would say my goal is to keep as many people safe as I can… (fists clench) … if the evil Fae, those Danshue ********… sorry for my language, but if they would just stop getting in the way, I could learn a little faster… someone needs to stop the Danshue before this community I’m just getting to know dies out…
Sparks light up on Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a white
Knuckled grip on her set and continues…
Interviewer: One final questions and we will let you get back to your new duties as Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing in this new chapter of your life???
Marin: … (Deep Breath…) Lindal… that the woman that pretended to be my only family, that kidnapped me as a child (sparks on her fingertips) … that she will find a way to finish what she started… (more sparks) … that she will find a way to hurt the people I am coming to care about… that she will hurt KYLAND … (small explosion blowing out all the lights)
Interview warily pulls herself up out of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…
Interview(voice shaky) : Alright… I think that’s all we have time for… thanks for stopping by Princess…
Multi-published author Linda K. Sienkiewicz writes women’s fiction/contemporary romance. Her debut novel is titled In the Context of Love:
What makes us step back to examine the events and people that have shaped our lives? And what happens when what we discover leads to more questions? In the Context of Love revolves around the journey of Angelica Schirrick as she reevaluates her life, and its direction.
Returning with her children from their first visit with her now imprisoned husband, she tries to figure out where it all went so wrong. Can she face the failures and secrets of her past and move forward? Can she find love and purpose again? Her future, which once held so much promise, crumbled like dust after the mysterious disappearance of her first love, and the shattering revelation that derailed her life, and divided her parents. Only when she finally learns to accept the violence of her beginning can she be open to life again, and maybe to a second chance at love.
Jacquelyn Mitchard, author of #1 NYTimes Bestseller, DEEP END OF THE OCEAN, says: “With humor and tenderness, but without blinking, Linda K. Sienkiewicz turns her eye on the predator-prey savannah of the young and still somehow hopeful.”
Bonnie Jo Campbell, author of Michigan Notable Book MOTHERS TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS, says “Sienkiewicz’s powerful and richly detailed debut novel is at once a love story, a cautionary tale, and an inspirational journey. It should be required reading for all wayward daughters, and their mothers, too.”
Excerpt from In the Context of Love:
I lay, stomach down, on my bed with my head hanging off the edge. I was an analytical person, a conscientious honor roll student, a quick learner. I’d studied literature, ancient history, read Shakespeare and Salinger, yet none of it, nothing, had given me the skills or words to make sense of this.
The following morning, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had opened my curtains to an ash-filled sky, charred houses, trees burnt to stubs, the ground still smoking. Instead, the sun had risen like a relentless machine, and the sky wafted like a freshly-washed blue sheet above us. My house was the same house, with the same eggshell white ceilings, dark wooden floors and braided rugs. The only difference: I understood reality was a dark beast, capable of shifting under my feet.
I fingered the silk edge of my blanket, trying to reframe my past in light of what I now understood to be the truth. Everything I’d thought about myself had been a falsehood. In many ways, our family operated like any other family. Dad paid the bills, fertilized the lawn, and kept us free from foot pain. Mom knitted and purled, chased after flesh-eating germs, and smothered me until the sound of my own name made me cringe. We played Uncle Wiggly and Chutes and Ladders. I went trick-or-treating on Halloween. I had a sandbox. I pushed my plastic baby doll in her flimsy buggy back and forth along the sidewalk while squirrels scolded me from the trees. We had two cars, one and a half baths, and a color television. Hot and cold water. Electricity. We ate pot roast on Sunday, spaghetti on Wednesday, and tuna casserole every Friday and we weren’t even Catholic.
My friend Becca was terrified to stay in the house alone with her addled grandfather because he would forget who she was and try to kick her out. Lizzy was ashamed to be seen with her mother, who was so obese she couldn’t walk to their mailbox without wheezing. Jessica’s father owned a motel where a man was found shot in the head in room thirty-six. Paige suspected her parents were swingers who went to sex parties. Skip seemed to have been deserted by his folks…
Yet, I was certain no one’s family had a secret as hideous as mine.
In the Context of Love won an Honorable Mention in the Great Midwest Book Festival. The book can be purchased in paperback or ebook on Amazon http://amzn.to/1IiVWEs and Barnes and Noble http://bit.ly/1QFs340
Here’s an interview with Angelica Schirrick, the heroine from In the Context of Love:
Author Linda K. Sienkiewicz attributes her creative drive to her artistic mother, who taught her to sew, and her father, who let her monkey around with the gadgets in his workshop. Her short stories and poetry have been published in more than fifty literary journals in print and online. She has a poetry chapbook award from Bottom Dog Press, a Pushcart Prize nomination, and an MFA from The University of Southern Maine.
Bad Boy by J.C. Reed and Jackie Steele
Release Date: February 23rd, 2016
Full length, 350pp
I should have seen it coming.
Sexy? Handsome? Trouble? Check, check, and check.
Is he messing up my life? Hell yes.
All the signs are there: he is a bad boy.
Even his name is a lie. Too bad I married him. I can’t wait to get divorced. Does this make me sound crazy?
I know I should avoid him, run as fast as I can. However, when a harmless misunderstanding lands me in a foreign prison cell, my dear, lying husband is the only one who can get me out. Crap. I shouldn’t accept.
But how to say no to trouble when said trouble is the one who makes me fantasize all the dirty things he could do to me?
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On the continent of Gaia, evil is brewing. Turncoat wizard, Balthyser, kidnaps the kings of Dahaka and Tapin. He wants the green rose, a source of powerful magic.
Princess Sonia of Tapin is forced to hunt down the rose in exchange for her father’s life. It’s the ultimate betrayal of Gaia’s peace, but she has no choice if she wants to save her father.
Prince Ivánstan of Dahaka accompanies her on the journey. Both face challenges and obstacles that test their strength of character during the hunt for the rose. Dare Sonia put her trust and faith in a man she hardly knows to secure Gaia’s peace or will the continent’s harmony be shattered forever?
Racing forward, he spotted her near Tapin’s tents surrounded by three beasts. Tall and slender, she possessed a strong, wild beauty he found intriguing. Long chestnut brown hair flowed down her back. Her eyes were golden yellow with obsidian irises. She’d been bonded! Only the noble bonded. Her high, exotic cheekbones and patrician features were steeled in courage and determination. The primal urge to mate with her made his heart pound in his chest.
A falcon, the heraldic symbol of Tapin, was prominently displayed on her tunic.
A bird screeched. A wyldebeast craned its neck upward and the descending falcon slashed its talons over the creature’s face, spraying blood.
“Well done, Hiro!” exclaimed the woman.
A second wyldebeast lashed at her. She stumbled backwards, tripping on a rock. Her wrist struck the ground hard, sending her sword sprawling several feet away from her, leaving her vulnerable.
“Draco, defend the Tapin noblewoman!”
Ivánstan’s dragon, now overhead, shot a blast of flame from his mouth, scorching the fur of an advancing beast. The creature collapsed and rolled over, attempting to use the ground to extinguish the flames on its body.
The remaining wyldebeast raised his hand, its fingernails moist, poised to strike the noblewoman. Ivánstan lunged forward and sliced off the creature’s wrist just inches in front of her face.
“Thank Nyla!” she cried.
The beast howled in pain and spun to face Ivánstan. Draco latched its thorny claws into the creature’s shoulders, lifting it into the air.
Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD. She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire. She served 11 years in the US Army and currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate, is addicted to coffee and enjoys early morning walks. She’s also an assistant den leader for her son’s Cub Scout den and is a Boy Scout mom. She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children’s books published with 4RV Publishing.
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