Friday, November 24, 2017

Hinder by Kristin Ping

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Ethan SUTCLIFF is no normal seventeen-year-old, but he tries to be really hard. He is what witches call a Guardian, or a the easier term will be a Bender. Benders are crucial to elemental witches as they have the ability to bend their witches’ gifts. In Alex's case he is one of the rarest, an Earth Bender, but his witch is either dead or deep in hiding and Ethan needs to find whoever they are otherwise the witching race might be in danger.

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Before Sentinels it was just earth Wielders. That was how powerful they were and Ethan was the lucky boy that was going to be part of that. He was going to become the next earth Wielder’s protector in every way possible.

Tears formed in Ethan’s eyes, but he refused to let them roll down his cheek. He tried so hard to live up to his element, to be strong and special.

Sad that the boy didn’t know how strong or special he already was. Maybe it was my fault as a father, as a parent.

I wanted to tell Natalie that she should stop making him feel so terrible. He was just exploring. But what good would that do? We would just end up fighting again. I was so tired of our fights. Shoulders slumped, I turned to go inside. That was when I heard the roar of engines.

The hair on my arms and neck stood straight. Adrenaline poured into my blood like jet fuel and my heartbeat skyrocketed as I turned to see Natalie running toward me across the yard, jerking little Ethan along by the hand.

“Get rid of them. Now.” She shouldered past me into the house.

No one had seen what Ethan had done, right? No, it wasn’t possible. Was it?

Three black Jeeps and a silver one careened into the driveway, spitting gravel behind their shiny black tires. I leaped off the steps but then composed myself. With great effort, I slowed to a sedate walk. I had to try to make this farmhouse seem like any other sleepy home on this continent—even though it was far from it.

Who are these people? What are they doing here?

They weren’t Necrocretors. Necrocretors didn’t use Jeeps or SUVs to make their entrances. Whoever they were, they were driving fast. Too fast.

As they pulled closer, the sun glinted off the tinted windows and blinded me. Then when they turned an angle, I saw it. It was the outline of a barrel.

I dove for the willow. Bullets shredded bark above my head. Splinters and sawdust flew everywhere.

My back was firmly against the tree, safe from the bullets, or so I hoped. Thank goodness he grew a fully mature tree, I marveled. Otherwise I’d be dead.

I recited words that hadn’t touched my tongue in years. I carried them in my skin on my tattoo, across my chest, close to my heart. A phrase scribbled in Latin that I’ve learned at a very young age: Estque vel me vel.

Its meaning was simple: It is either them or me.

If someone had to die, it wasn’t going to be me.

I took out the Zippo in my back pocket, closed my eyes, and used my diaphragmatic breathing exercises to calm my heart.

More gunshots sizzled overhead. Bits of the porch railing and the willow bar exploded. The air filled with the scent of sulfur and singed wood.

I took a deep breath.

Then I flicked the flint.

About the Author:
Kristin resides in South Africa with her husband, two beautiful girls and two bulldogs that tries to eat her house. She has been writing for the past eight years and her first debut novel, Hinder: A Bender's novel will be published 2018 by Fire Quill Publishing.

When she isn't writing, she is spending her time with her family, or trying to teach her two bulldogs to not eat her house. You can find more about Kristin at



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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Five Things We'd Never Guess about Brittany Pate

As writers, we tend to spend a lot of time revealing information about fictional people, but very little time on our own, personal information. So here are five things you’d probably never guess about me.

1. I suffer from crippling anxiety.

I know this is true for a lot of people. In fact, it wasn’t until I went to my doctor and figured out I was having panic attacks instead of a heart attack, that I learned just how many people have to put up with this. To those of you with anxiety disorders of any kind, I salute you. Chances are, if you see me in public, I’m fighting a massive panic attack because I’m away from my ‘safe place’. I obsess over every word in every e-mail, every blog post, every Tweet. So, when I get a comment or a like or a retweet, it puts my mind at ease a little. At least someone out there didn’t think what I said was totally stupid.

2. I am (according to my great-grandmother) related to Margaret Mitchell.

For those of you who don’t know, Margaret Mitchell wrote Gone with the Wind. According to my great-grandmother, she would be my seven-times-removed great aunt on my father’s side. I know that’s a bit of a stretch, but it’s still a relation I’m happy to accept. I wrote a report on her once for high school and discovered some very interesting things. Her mother was four feet, eleven inches tall and had brick red hair. I’m also 4’11, with very distinct red hair. That doesn’t really count as proof, but I’ll take it!

3. I work in retail.

Like many debut authors, I have a day job. I work at a large, chain grocery store as a cashier. It may not be the most glamorous job, but it has helped me learn to manage my social anxiety. You know, at least until I have a panic attack and have to run away from the register. I have no intention of leaving my day job, because it afford me a level of social interaction I don’t get from writing (at least for the moment). Retail workers, you guys are the real MVP. It’s a difficult, under-appreciated job. Perhaps that’s why I’m so willing to disappear into fictional worlds!

4. I didn’t start out trying to write paranormal romance.

Shocker, I know. When the seed of the idea for my debut novel, FIRE’S KISS, popped into my head, I was actually working on an historical romance. I was determined that this would be The One, the one I would finish and pursue publication with. But that pesky idea for something a little more out there, something a little stranger, simply refused to go away. I gave in, partially, and promised myself I would only write just enough to get the idea out of my head, then go back to my historical romance. Nope. FIRE’S KISS demanded to be told, and here I am today.

5. I collect coffee cups.

That has to be probably the lamest collection, but I love my coffee cups. If we go on vacation somewhere, I’m going to get a coffee cup. Right now, from where I’m sitting, I can see a Wizard of Oz cup, a cup with two well-known DC villainous vixens, and an R2D2 cup that actually makes sounds when the lid is lifted. My favorite one, at the moment, is a cup that says, “Pay no attention to my browsing history. I’m a writer, not a serial killer”. It’s so accurate. Some of them I actually use, some of them are strictly for decoration because of how awesome they are, but I love them all. Maybe one day I’ll have a cup with a quote from my book on it.

Embyr tends her tavern while keeping her dangerous parentage a secret, until she's attacked by a hellhound and saved by one of the most feared men in history.

For the last eight hundred years, Ryder McLennon, the infamous leader of Death's Horsemen, has used his army to hunt the vampire who killed his wife. He's earned a reputation as a murderous madman. But in Embyr, he discovers something that could turn the tide of battle in his favor. Her control over fire can reduce an enemy to ash and her flippant disregard of him heats his blood in ways no one else ever has. She's beautiful, powerful and completely different from her violence-loving brethren.

Embyr finds herself thrust into a war she wants no part of, targeted by a vicious vampire because of her cooperation with Ryder. As she learns to wield her demonic powers without letting the madness of her race overcome her, she also has to fight her attraction to a killer bent on her seduction.
About the Author:
Brittany Pate lives in Texas with her husband and son. She is a longtime lover of all things fantasy and romance. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys narrating audio books and drinking entirely too much coffee.


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Prosecco Christmas by Sylvia Ashby

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Family is where life begins.
And what better time to spend with your family than Christmas week?

Ashley and Giacomo go to Upper Swainswick, a postcard village ten minutes’ drive from Bath, to stay with Ashley’s mum and stepdad. It’s their last visit before the arrival of their first child.

But babies have a habit of being unpredictable.

So when Ashley goes into labour on Christmas Eve, three weeks ahead of schedule, it takes everyone by surprise.

She’s not ready! Her perfect Birth Plan is packed away in her hospital bag two hundred miles away, she has no going home outfit, and she has a live event planned for New Year’s Eve for her YouTube channel, The Sinking Chef. People have been signing up for it for weeks. She can’t possibly disappoint them on the last day of the year. What is she to do?

The tinsel gets even more tangled when Giacomo’s parents decide to fly from Italy to meet their first grandchild. Hotels are fully booked, so everyone has to stay under the same roof.

Would eleven people in the house, not counting the baby, turn out to be simply too much for Ashley?

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We’re sitting around the low living room table about to begin a game of Best of British.

‘Right,’ Mum says. ‘Does everyone have a drink?’

Orna, Clara and Vittorio are drinking Prosecco. I raise my cup of tea. Thomas and Philip ignore her. They wanted to have the rest of the Coca Cola in the fridge, but Mum put her foot down. Also, they think Best of British is a dumb game. They wanted to play Cards Against Humanity, but Orna vetoed them. And now they are in a funk.

‘The question that we’re asking today is what makes British people so British?’ Orna reads aloud the back of the game box.

‘Let see,’ Mum opens the box and tips out the contents. There is a board, which she unfolds. The playing pieces are different colours and each of us has to choose one.

‘I’ll be blue,’ says Philip.

‘No, I’ll be blue!’ Thomas snatches the pieces before Philip can get to it.

‘I said it first!’

‘You can have green!’

‘Muuum! Tell him,’ Philip shrieks.

‘Boys, if you don’t behave there will be no desserts at dinner.’ Mum’s voice is assertive, but her eyes are pleading with them.

‘Tom always gets whatever he wants,’ Philip whines, but Mum stares him down and he settles for green.

Mum throws a shaky smile at Orna, who returns the smile without showing her teeth, then has the tiniest sip of Prosecco and rolls her eyes.

My blood boils in indignation on Mum’s behalf. How dare she treat Mum like that when she’s never had children. She has no idea what it’s like. I open my mouth to say something, then close it. What’s the point? She’s just a horrible woman. And I don’t want to spoil everybody else’s fun.

We each select a piece in silence and put them on the start space on the board.

‘Right, I’ll read out the rules, shall I?’ Mum grips the string of pearls hanging down her neck. She looks quite stressed. I wish she wouldn’t mind Orna.

She carries on.

‘“The Question Master picks up the first Question Card from the box,” I’ll be the Question Master,’ she says before Orna can jump in. ‘“The Question Master picks up the first Question Card from the box, making sure the answers are concealed from all the players on both teams. If it is a Picture Card, the picture is shown to all the players on both teams. If it is a Themed Card, the theme is read out to all the players on both teams. If a question is answered incorrectly then the Question Master can put the same question to the next player for a bonus move. If they answer correctly they move their own piece onto the next space on the board that matches the colour of the question.”’

Mum releases her string of pearls and makes them rattle.

‘Is everything clear?’ Mum looks around for a second time. ‘OK, then the youngest player goes first.’

Philip perks up. He picks up a card and hands it to her.

‘Who were Randolph, Diana, Sarah, Mary and Marigold?’ Mum looks at the answer perplexed. ‘Oh. This is rather hard. Perhaps you can choose another card, Phil. Something with a picture on it.’

‘This is not how you play a game!’ Orna pushes her ample bosom forward. ‘Rules are rules. They are meant to be followed by everyone. How will he learn to follow the rules if he’s always given leeway?’

‘He’s not always given leeway!’ Mum protests. ‘It’s just that… this question is rather out of his “era”.’

‘What do you mean out of his “era”? Since when has knowledge had an “era”? It’s not only current affairs that are important, you know?’ Orna clicks her tongue.

‘I didn’t say that, but he can’t be expected to know everything. He’s only twelve.’

‘Than you offer the question to the person who’s next in turn! When that person answers, he’ll learn.’

Mum rolls her eyes but complies.

Next in turn is Thomas.

‘Thomas, who were Randolph, Diana, Sarah, Mary and Marigold?’ Mum reads the question again.

‘I don’t know.’ Thomas grumbles. ‘This is a stupid game. Cards Against Humanity is much better.’

‘Yes, but we’re not playing Cards Against Humanity,’ Mum snaps at him. ‘We’re playing Best of British, OK?’

Her veneer is cracking. I see Philip throwing a warning glance in his brother’s direction but Thomas ignores him.

Next in turn is Orna.

‘Orna, who were Randolph, Diana, Sarah, Mary and Marigold?’ Mum reads the question for the third time.

‘They are all character from Downton Abbey!’ Orna says victoriously.

‘I’m afraid not, Orna.’ Mum’s mouth twitches. ‘They were Churchill’s children.’

Thomas starts laughing and Mum shoots him a warning frown.

‘Oh,’ Orna’s face turns puce. ‘Very well, then. Carry on.’

About the Author:
Sylvia Ashby is fond of the written word: books, blog posts, recipes, even an explanation to the HM Revenue & Customs as to why she thinks skirts should be exempt from VAT - she's written it all!

She likes travelling and has lived all over Europe - London, Brussels, Amsterdam and Sofia, Bulgaria. Currently, she lives in Leuven, Belgium with her husband, daughter, son and a sparrow called Jack, who comes occasionally to peck the seeds she leaves for him on top of the garden shed.

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Monday, November 20, 2017

Evolved by Archer Miller

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Why do you write in your genre?

I find that science fiction is particularly intriguing due to its speculative nature.

What draws you to it?

The depth of the minds that set the bar for us over so many years. Vern, Wells, Burrows, Heinlein, McCaffrey, Asimov, Pol. If you can't find inspiration there then it's doubtful anything ever will.

What world-building is required?

Look up and study everything, geology, astrophysics, faster than light travel, string theory, foreign languages and cultures and customs, evolutionary theory, biology, alternative child bearing. If you can consider it, study it. Everything becomes the mortar from which your story is built.

Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.

That's easy. Family is not determined by blood but rather by common experience and love.

Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?

I believe in listening to the voices in my head. Ask any good fiction writer and they should say the same thing. Characters become so real and vivid they will speak to you in their own voice. Writing is one of the few avocations where borderline insanity is an advantage.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

A bit of both actually. I set a rough outline in my head and turn my characters lose in it.

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

My side table and phone.

Anything new coming up from you?



There are at least two more books in this series and two more in another totally different line.

Do you have a question for our readers?


What do you look for in a book that grabs and holds your attention?

Humanity has spread to the far reaches of space with The Golden Door, a planetary colonization monopoly, selling off every desirable and not so desirable planet to desperate settlers.

Each new world comes with new challenges, and to meet that challenge the children are evolving.

When Pieter, and other gifted children like him, become the target of government research they must fight not only for their lives but the future of their kind.

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Mary’s telepathic shout jolted him out of a sound sleep. As his eyes opened flashes of blue light filled his room. He turned his head to check the common area between the cells. Arcs of lightening sizzled through the room. Kakogo cherta, he thought, watching the dancing discharge.

It’s Mike. He’s having a nightmare. Mary sounded frantic inside his mind.

Can’t you switch him off?

He can’t hear me.

Pieter stood and approached the barrier between his cell and the common room. The crackling discharge reminded him of a small Tesla coil his teacher brought to class. The lightning followed any hand or finger that touched the glass sphere. But this was on a scale he had never seen.

His eyes focused on the room across from his and caught sight of Joan watching the lights. They were all watching, too terrified to do anything to stop it.

Pieter pressed his hand to the clear wall and immediately the blue, static lights flowed to the spot. He felt no pain. The electrical discharge stopped at the other side of the wall, just like the Tesla coil in school. The pops and crackles from the common room made him wary. As he listened he could hear the electric lock mechanism on his door cycle on and off every few seconds.

Has he ever done this before? He asked.

Not like this, Mary replied. Not this bad.

Pieter listened for his door to open and pushed his hand against the clear panel.

About the Author:
Archer Miller emerged from the East Texas hill country and set his sights on finding the life of which few of his contemporaries dreamed. In 1974, he migrated to Boulder, Colorado to enroll at the Naropa Institute – now known as the Naropa University, a tiny Liberal Arts college founded by the renowned Tibetan Buddhist scholar and lineage holder, the Ven. Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche (1940-1987). Rinpoche was enormously influential in spreading the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism to the West.

Archer earned a degree in herbs and creative writing. He was a four-year Letterman on the Varsity Competitive Meditation Team.

After graduating in 1978, he took a year off to hike the Jack Kerouac literary trail. He became a top freelance gun-for-hire with dozens of ad agencies across the south and southwest. As a way to deal with the proliferation of Disco, he took up Zen Archery.

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Friday, November 17, 2017

Dead Corpse by Nuzo Onoh

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When the only child of a humble medicine woman is murdered for ritual magic, she will call on all the awesome powers of her deity, the Earth goddess, and exact a terrifying vengeance on an entire village. The angry dead shall rise again and a dark cloud of terror will shroud both the guilty and the innocent in a deadly supernatural curse.

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There were three doors leading off the living room. He paused again, uncertain which door to try first. The last thing he wanted was for the witch to hear him trying out the wrong door.

That was when the light came on in the room to his right, seeping out from the high gap underneath the shut door. Fucking witch had wakened. Eze cursed and reached for the light switch on the nearest wall, flooding the living room with light from the single dusty bulb overhead. There was no time anymore for caution or delay. He rushed to the door, his movement surprisingly swift, adrenalin fuelled. He turned the knob and pushed the door in with a loud shout, intent on shrieking terror into the heart of his opponent.

His shout caught in his throat. Hot piss gushed out of his bladder, washing his trousers with terror ammonia. A tight band gripped his heart, squeezing the breath out of his lungs. He stumbled back, backwards to the door through which he’d crashed into the room. His eyes, horror-wide, starred at the apparition before him, the albino girl he had last seen inside a secret shrine, drenched in her own blood, her warm heart pulsating inside the witch-doctor’s bowl. Eze moaned, his lips quivering like a child deprived of food. Her cackle hit him like a bullet, sending chills right through his veins to every nerve in his body.

About the Author:
Nuzo is an author of horror fiction from the African continent. She has featured on numerous media platforms, spearheading this new and unexplored horror subgenre.

A British writer of African descent, Nuzo Onoh lived through the Biafran/Nigerian civil war as a child refugee, an experience that has continued to influence some of her works. She attended Queen’s School, Enugu before proceeding to the Quaker boarding school, The Mount School York, England and St Andrew’s Tutorial College, Cambridge, from where she obtained her A’ Levels.

Nuzo holds both a Law degree and a Masters degree in Writing from The University of Warwick, England. Her published works include, The Reluctant Dead (2014), Unhallowed Graves (2015) The Sleepless (2016), as well as featuring in some anthologies. Nuzo enjoys playing the guitar and the piano as well as taking long walks, haunting cemeteries and ancient gravestones. She is a strong believer of The Law of Attraction.

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

The Oath: Maddy and Silenus by Susan Badaracco

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Five Interesting Individuals I Have Met

We’re all shaped by our interactions with others and our experiences. I have met fascinating, intriguing and quirky individuals. Let me tell you how they affected me…

The woman was heavily made up and walked with a limp. I was in training, working as a student physician assistant in the emergency room. I wrote down her symptoms and started her exam. “I’m a dancer.” she stated. I might have looked puzzled. She did not have the lean body build of any dancer, certainly did not move with the grace one would expect… but the injury explained that. Sensing that I did not understand, she stared at me, repeated her statement, “I’m a dancer.” Ahh, got it. She was an exotic dancer. It turned out that she had suffered an sprain and I, unfortunately, had no magic remedies to get her back on her feet faster. I had some preconceived notions about women in this field but decided she was pretty much like everyone else I treated that night.

Another student story. This time a diabetic man with a foot injury. Diabetics don’t have the same sensation in their feet, they may not realize that they have even been injured. Or realize that their injury has gotten infected. It can be life threatening. I was to ‘clean’ his injury. Despite his lower pain threshold, I knew I was hurting him. I sought to distract him, asked him about his career. He replied he was a Boy Scout leader. ‘Full-time?” Reluctantly, he added that he was a also a psychic. Went on to explain that in the same way we can tell a vicious dog from a friendly dog, just by our instincts, he could ‘see’ more. Most of his cases were missing children and often, he said sadly, he would help parents find the remains. He was so unassuming, felt no need to convince me. I came away thinking maybe there was some truth….

I’ve hosted a politician in my home for a fundraiser. He could travel through a room, shaking hands and storing pieces of trivia about each person that he could draw up months or even years later if needed. It wasn’t all ambition, some of them really have a heart.

I once went to a cocktail party in a townhouse overlooking Central Park. Through a distant relationship, I was in the home of a millionaire. The view of the park that night was lovely. The millionaire appeared later in the evening wearing a smoking jacket and slippers. To this day, I am unsure if that was socially correct. I don’t think millionaires care. He did look comfortable though.

I’ve met David McGee- who calls himself a mentalist. Seriously, watch youtube. He performs incredible acts of magic but prefers to consider himself a manipulator of the mind. I didn’t meet him on stage but rather in a garden club. It turns out he is quite the plant lover. He’s also a practical joker. Discovering that one of the members was a birdwatcher, he wired his trees with speakers and then played CD of exotic birds not found in Texas when our group came to visit. I still remember his chuckles when she looked up, mouth open, to search the trees. We should all laugh more.

When her past merges with her present, Maddy is not sure what to think. Was that really an abduction she witnessed? Does she have the courage to find out?

Silenus is a unicorn haunted by his past failure to protect his charge. He trains relentlessly but is he fierce enough to protect this innocent? Will she even trust him?

Can a mortal and immortal pursue the truth together or will Maddy pay the ultimate price?

Read an excerpt:

Searing pain spread across her belly and she caught her breath. Her vision darkened on the edges, advancing to where it shimmered in the center. She tightened her hand against her side and the pain elevated another notch. Maddy looked up at Silenus, her tears collecting and then trailing down her cheeks.

He met her gaze and held it.

Maddy’s back crashed into the steel door behind her when her legs gave out.

Silenus’ soft brown eyes were like beacons and she locked onto his gaze with the desperation of a swimmer going under for the last time.
Save me.

About the Author:
Susan Badaracco is the author and independent publisher of The Oath: Maddy and Silenus.

In her real life, she is a pediatrician at Kids First Pediatrics where she routinely consoles anxious moms, retrieves interesting objects hidden in ears and laughs at made up knock-knock jokes.

She lives with her husband, a dog (ADHD is not limited to humans) and a cat. Her daughter and son both made the unfortunate decision to grow up which means she travels more than she used to.


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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Unseducible Earl by Sheri Humphreys

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When an earl who’s given up on love and has settled on an engagement to a darling of society falls for a Crimean War nurse, he must either forsake his love or embroil them all in scandal.

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The vicar cleared his throat. “Your point is well taken, my lord. But it sounds as if Miss Thorne was insulated in her prior situations, surrounded by a small number of accepting, perhaps even misguided, people who regarded her as an exception.” He directed his gaze to Miss Thorne. “As happy as I am to hear of the captain’s improvement, I feel I’d be remiss in my duty if I didn’t warn you to guard your conduct, ma’am.”

“She doesn’t need to guard her conduct,” Robb said. “If there’s gossip, you need to do your best to quell it. You wield a great deal of influence.”

“It’s difficult to dispute the fact she’s an unmarried woman and may have been performing acts of an intimate nature with an unmarried man.”

Miss Thorne set down her teacup and folded her hands. By turns looked each of them in the eye. “Every life I touch, I feel immensely privileged.” Her voice seemed at once measured, calm, and grave. “I’ve held the hands and looked in the eyes of the sick as they died, heard their last words, and been the last face they’ve seen. Vicar, I’m sure you know how sacred such moments feel. Sometimes I think that the gravely sick I care for, and I, somehow exchange little pieces of our souls.” She looked down for a moment, then lifted her head and a soft smile curved her lips. “Wherever they are, they each carry a little piece of me.”

The silence that followed filled Robb’s heart with something very sweet and good.

She’d brought tears to his mother’s eyes. Mother pressed a handkerchief to her eyes before asking the Newcome’s to go to the chapel and pray with her before they left. Newcome’s jaw looked capable of cracking walnuts. The conversation moved on a bit stiffly, turning to community news, but Robb barely heard their voices. He couldn’t take his eyes off Victoria Thorne. A woman who opened herself to the people in her care, who didn’t concern herself with the opinions others formed of her. The very opposite of himself.

“You’re in need of sunshine and fresh air, Miss Thorne,” he said. “Come riding with me this afternoon.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed. “I should stay with your brother.”

“He’s been resting, hasn’t he? We won’t be gone that long. You do ride?”

Her grin nearly knocked him off his chair.

About the Author:
Sheri Humphreys used to be an Emergency Room nurse, but today applies bandages, splints, and slings to the characters of her Victorian romance novels. She loves to ignore yardwork and housework and read—usually a book every one to three days. Having conjured stories in her mind her entire life, she wondered if she were normal. Then she began putting stories to paper and became a two-time Golden Heart® finalist. She lives with a Jack Russell mix rescue, Lucy, in a small town on the central California coast.

A Hero to Hold received a prized Kirkus Star and was named to Kirkus Reviews' Best Books of 2016.


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Chaos Stories by Charles O'Keefe

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Top Ten List of Things that Make me Happy

10. Waking up, opening the curtains and looking out at a clear blue sky (seeing water is even better!)

I'm not much of a morning person but one of the things that helps me to have a positive day is to see it's sunny outside. I think it's because I was born (and still live in) Newfoundland, Canada. Consider that Newfoundland holds the record for the foggiest place in the world and you'll know why I appreciate seeing the sun so much.

9. Having new comics to read on my Marvel Unlimited app.

If you're a comic book fan (and have a tablet and/or laptop) you NEED this app. Marvel really does an excellent job with it. I find every week I have at least I have 3-7 new comics to read, they have a bunch of ongoing Star War comics (I read them all) and it's way cheaper than buying paper comics (or even digital). It's become a Monday morning tradition for me and since I've loved comics for over 20 years, it's a tradition I'll happily continue.

8. Getting a new review or post about my book

This one is a little obvious (since you're reading a post about my latest book The Chaos Stories: Tales of Magic, Terror, Passion and Blood) but it's true. I love blog tours (thanks for being a part of mine!) and review tours. A honest review or even just some nice comments about my latest book always make me feel good. I put a lot of time, effort and thought into my writing and feedback from a reader is very important to me. For those negative reviews (which always happen) I've built up a thick skin and I try to find some grain of truth in them that possibly I can use to make my writing better.

7. Getting a massage

I like to walk, I do Pilates and my job entails a fair bit of lifting (plus I’m over 40) so I get sore feet, back and shoulders. Getting a good massage (from a massage therapist I mean, covered by my health plan for so much a year) is so very relaxing. I can book my appointment online and I even have a favourite person that I regularly go to.

6. Going for a long walk by myself

I love nature, well I’ll be honest I love to be outside when it’s warm and sunny. Still even in November I still try to go for walks at least twice a week. Spending time by myself, walking by the water or in the woods is something else I find very relaxing and rejuvenating. I also find it’s a great time to listen to audio books, music or a podcast.

5. Having a big win after a poker game

I’ve been a poker player over 20 years. I'm not saying I'm a pro (I never will be, don't have the time or the mindset, or the money!) but I know I've gotten better. Do I still make mistakes and have bad sessions? Sure, but I think everyone does. For me though the exquisite feeling of winning $500 or more (I'm not up to huge stakes yet, that's a big win for me) is just amazing. Gambling is a thrill and knowing I had a good combination of getting lucky/playing well, keeps me on a mental high for days if not weeks (or until I play again).

4. Going on a vacation (away or here in Newfoundland)

I’ve come to appreciate trips more than gifts. Most gifts eventually just become junk for you to throw out but when you go on a trip with friends, family or your spouse (or sometimes all three if you’re lucky), you get great memories that last a lifetime. I’ve always felt traveling to (safe) places is the best education you can have and I’ll admit to hating cold winters. I especially love to go warm places (usually Florida) in winter. Cruises are always fun (and easy) and even just weekend getaways are great to break the drag of routine life, find a change of scenery and of course have someone else to do the cooking.

3. Finish writing a book

I just mean the rough draft, still the great feeling of accomplishment when you put down those (possible) last few words is pure bliss. I'll also add that reading a book you wrote when it's all polished and ready for publication, also heavenly, mixed with excitement, anticipation and a little nervousness.

2. Going to bed with my wife

Get your mind out of the gutter! Seriously whatever else happens in bed I just hate sleeping alone. Crawling into bed with someone you love, all warm and snuggly, it's a wonderful feeling. It's a great way to end the day and I always sleep better when I know she's beside me, I always say it's one thing I never miss from my single days.

1. Being married and having some to share my life with

My wife may never read this but that's ok. It's true for me, I was never very happy when I was single. From the time I was 12 I wanted to have a girlfriend (took me a while I'll admit) and later in my 20's a wife. Knowing you always have someone to talk to, to share the ups and downs of life, someone to help you, to make you smile, make you feel good, travel with, watch TV and movies, go to restaurants with or just read and snuggle together, it's an essential part of life for me. Not to dwell on it but my Dad died earlier this year. When it was happening I realized how much I depend on my wife for support during tough times, I thought of how much harder this would have been to go through without her and how empty I would have felt when it was over. I think everyone needs a special someone in their life and I'm forever grateful I found someone for me.

Here you'll find nine new short-stories, some which have been from my life, or things that could have happened. One is inspired from the many games of Dungeons and Dragons I've played over twenty years while another is from the Call of Cthulhu role-playing game. Some are even some from other authors, who kindly contributed to my collection.

As a treat for fans of my series, I have included six deleted chapters, two from each of the three Newfoundland Vampire novels, which have been all cleaned up and have been made better than ever for your reading pleasure.

I have also included not one, but two chapters from the upcoming fourth book in the Newfoundland Vampire series, War of the Fangs. I've filled this collection with tales that will make you laugh, or will scare you, and will hopefully make you think a little about the world around us and the people in it.

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When he opened his eyes he noticed a red glow to her spine. WTF! Steve was too stunned to speak. The red glow faded as he almost fell off the bed. Angela kissed his neck, snuggling beside him, not noticing his dismay or wide open mouth. Finally he summoned the courage to speak.

“Your spine glowed red. Is there something I need to know about you?”

“Oh come now, you didn't know? Why do you think I loved your Battlestar shirt so much? Didn't you notice I look just like Cylon Number Six? Sure you did. Disney wanted to test me out on one of its tech geeks. You got lucky. So, I was good?”

“You're a Cylon? Does that mean we're starting a whole new race?”

“No silly,” answered Angela, slapping Steve playfully. “It means the bosses finally granted you a promotion. You'll be featured as the main exhibit at the new Disney theme park. It's quite an honor being bestowed upon you. I hope you fully appreciate the confidence Disney has in your work."

Realizing the full extent of his situation, Steve made a break for the door. Too late. Angela was on him, wielding handcuffs as she slammed him to the floor.

“This is kinky,” commented Angela as she slapped on the bracelets.

Angela dragged Steve by his hair, still naked, to a waiting van outside, where Daffy Duck and Pluto robots drove him away to his new Disney adventure.

About the Author:
Charles O’Keefe lives in the beautiful province of Newfoundland, Canada, with his wife and two feline ‘children,’ Jude and Eleanor. He is a part-owner of a beauty wholesale business. He enjoys many hobbies and activities that include reading, gaming, poker, Pilates, Dungeons and Dragons, and of course, fantasizing about vampires. Charles is the author of three books in the Newfoundland Vampire series, but this is his first collection of short-stories. Look for the fourth Newfoundland Vampire book sometime in the near future.

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The Man With the Crystal Ankh/The Girl Who Flew Away by Val Muller

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Welcome to It's Raining Books, Val! Where are you from?

I’m from Connecticut originally, although I’ve been moving down the East Coast since college. Now I’m in Virginia (though I still think it’s too snowy here!). My New England origins influenced some of my more ghostly tales (such as The Man with the Crystal Ankh). I remember once that a realtor told us we had to disclose whether there were any known ghosts before selling our house.

The long Connecticut winters certainly influence my darker tales as well. To me, there are few things more isolating than a long, cold snow. The neighborhood I grew up in was small and old, so there were no street lights, and walking the dog at night was terrifying.

Tell us your latest news.

The biggest news in my life is that my daughter is finally sleeping through the night, which means I am awake enough to write novels again. (During my sleep-deprived months—heck, she didn’t sleep through the night until 15 months, I could only keep short stories in my mind.) My immediate project is the fourth book in the Corgi Capers series. This is my kidlit mystery series. It’s about a snowstorm, though, so I’ve been procrastinating. Thinking and writing about snow is almost as painful as actually being in it!

In terms of publishing news, this tour is part of my celebration of my two most recent releases. Both are young adult, but they are different genres. The Girl Who Flew Away is literary fiction, following the story of a freshman whose family is affected by heroin addiction. The Man with the Crystal Ankh is perfect for the Halloween/autumn time of year. In this tale, the protagonist discovers that while she is in the trance-like state of a musician while playing her violin, she can be contacted by spirits who are stuck in between two worlds. Helping a troubled spirit is the only way she’ll be able to regain her life, but the solution involves centuries of supernatural history in her haunted New England town.

When and why did you begin writing?

I have been writing since I can remember. I forced my sister to join my “writing club” with the primary goal of sharing stories. In elementary school, I wrote a poem in first grade, which was recognized by my teacher, who sent me all the way up to the fifth grade wing of the school to share my work. Then, in third grade, I shared my “first book” with my class for show-and-tell. It was “The Mystery of Who Killed John Polly” (yes, a very clever title indeed!), which gained attention from my classmates.

My dad made me memorize “The Night Before Christmas,” and one snowy night, he pointed out that the moon reflecting on the snow outside had “the luster of midday.” It was the first time I saw a true reflection of words in reality, and I realized how powerful they were in communicating ideas in distance and time.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I wanted to study writing in college, but few schools at that time had programs focusing in writing. So even though I had binders and binders full of stories I’d written in high school, fiction writing went on the backburner. Even though I wanted to call myself a writer, I acknowledged that writers had to—well, write.

It wasn’t until a life-changing dream I had (I blogged about it here: that I started taking writing seriously. Once I had three pieces accepted in a short span of time, I realized I had become what I spent time doing. I was a writer.

What inspired you to write your first book?

My first book was rather an accident, and it ended up becoming a series. I always had leanings toward young adult, and my plan was (and still is) to transition to books for adult readers as I felt the pull. I never expected to get into kidlit.

But when I walked my corgis through the neighborhood, the kids all asked me what secret adventures my dogs had while I was at work. I decided to write down their “adventures” as an exercise in writing. But when I got started, the dogs and the human characters ended up taking on a life of their own. I wrote the first book in about four weeks, and the second followed soon after.

On release date for book #3, which is about a fire station, a fire actually broke out at my work. People joked that I had planned it as a publicity stunt. But the correlation spooked me. I put off writing book #4 because it involves the main character’s pregnant cousin going into labor during a snow storm. Being pregnant myself (I planned the book’s outline before becoming pregnant), I thought I should wait—just in case reality and fiction decided to blur again. Turns out I should have just written the book—I went into labor during a historic blizzard and had to count on emergency services to get me through the snow. The good news is, I now have lots of real-world experience to weave into my book.

What would you like my readers to know?

A coworker (a fellow English teacher) once noted that each author seems to have a “thing,” an element that runs through all their works. I’ve thought a lot about what my “thing” is, and I think it’s best embodied by my YA work The Scarred Letter, a modernization of Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter. In this book, Heather decides to live truthfully, though it goes against the culture of her school and leads to bullying and misery. In some ways—though much less extreme than that case—all of my characters are in search of the truth. Whether it’s Adam and his corgis trying to solve a mystery in Corgi Capers or Sarah trying to get to the bottom of historical documents to explain the supernatural occurrences, each character wants to deal with the truth—good, bad, or ugly.

Everyone’s heard the legend of the hollow oak—the four-hundred year curse of Sarah Willoughby and Preston Grymes. Few realize how true it is.

Sarah Durante awakens to find herself haunted by the spirit of her high school’s late custodian. After the death of his granddaughter, Custodian Carlton Gray is not at peace. He suspects a sanguisuga is involved—an ancient force that prolongs its own life by consuming the spirits of others. Now, the sanguisuga needs another life to feed its rotten existence, and Carlton wants to spare others from the suffering his granddaughter endured. That’s where Sarah comes in. Carlton helps her understand that she comes from a lineage of ancestors with the ability to communicate with the dead. As Sarah hones her skill through music, she discovers that the bloodlines of Hollow Oak run deep. The sanguisuga is someone close, and only she has the power to stop it.

No good deed goes unpunished when freshman Steffie Brenner offers to give her awkward new neighbor a ride home after her first day at school. When her older sister Ali stops at a local park to apply for a job, Steffie and Madison slip out of the car to explore the park—and Madison vanishes.

Already in trouble for a speeding ticket, Ali insists that Steffie say nothing about Madison’s disappearance. Even when Madison’s mother comes looking for her. Even when the police question them.

Some secrets are hard to hide, though—especially with Madison’s life on the line. As she struggles between coming clean or going along with her manipulative sister’s plan, Steffie begins to question if she or anyone else is really who she thought they were. After all, the Steffie she used to know would never lie about being the last person to see Madison alive—nor would she abandon a friend in the woods: alone, cold, injured, or even worse.

But when Steffie learns an even deeper secret about her own past, a missing person seems like the least of her worries…

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My mind races. My tailbone aches. I’m exhausted and scared. Darkness has fallen, and everything takes on a sinister shape. Car headlights seem to glare at me. Even strangers going in and out of the stores look more dangerous.

I feel alone. I think about going back into the store, explaining everything to the clerk, and asking him to call my parents. I look down at Sally’s dragonfly necklace. I wonder how many times in Sally’s life she must have been scared and felt hopeless and had nowhere to go. If she could do it, then the least I can do is spend a few extra hours trying to rescue my friend. When a police car pulls into the convenience store parking lot, I dash out of the way and resolve to make it to the park somehow.

The park is a half mile up the road. I know it’s difficult for cars to see me now, so I keep way to the side of the road. Before long, I get off my bike and walk. At the entrance to the park, I realize the gate is locked: no one is admitted inside after dark. It’s a chained fence meant to keep out cars, but I’ll be able to sneak in. I leave my bike at the gate and climb over the barrier—and I’m in the park.


About the Author: Teacher, writer, and editor, Val Muller grew up in haunted New England but now lives in the warmer climes of Virginia, where she lives with her husband. She is owned by two rambunctious corgis and a toddler. The corgis have their own page and book series at

Val’s young adult works include The Scarred Letter, The Man with the Crystal Ankh, and The Girl Who Flew Away and feature her observations as a high school teacher as well as her own haunted New England past.

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Too True to be Good by Mary E. Thompson

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His life was good…

Zach Bennett was content to go to work, hang out with his family and friends, and entertain a woman once in a while. As his family found love all around him, he was content to stay single. Unattached. Happy.

Besides, he had enough to worry about with a new chef breathing down his neck for his job.

She faced the truth every day…

Gianna Brooks always wanted to work with people. She saw enough growing up to know kids need all the help they can get. They deserved to be safe. Loved. Happy.

Which is why she’s determined to get her new client into a forever home.

But the truth isn’t always good…

The last thing Zach needs is a little girl showing up on his doorstep claiming she’s his. Her social worker hot on her heels, and demanding a place to stay, definitely doesn’t make it any better. Especially with Gianna’s curvy body and bedroom eyes, and his daughter’s sad sweetness, making him consider keeping both of them.

Gianna knows she should run. Zach knows he should send them away. But neither of them can resist the pull toward the other.

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Zach pulled in a deep breath and sunk into the couch. Summer was curled up next to him, her little knees digging into his hip. He couldn’t believe it had only been a few days since she appeared. It was starting to feel like she’d been there forever.

Gianna padded into the room. Her hair was tied up, out of her face. He ached to tug it out of the ponytail it was in and run his hands through it, but instead he just smiled.

“She’s asleep already?” Gianna asked with a laugh.

Zach nodded. “Yeah. She had a busy day.”

“Your family has been wonderful with her.”

Zach grinned. His mom took to Summer like she’d always been a part of the family.

“They all love kids.”

“That’s obvious. Summer will be lucky to stay here.”

The thought of Summer staying still scared him, but he had to admit, he was getting used to it. She was a little presence in his life that would keep him on his toes. He was starting to get a true picture of who she was. He liked her. Maybe even loved her.

Was it possible?

Falling in love with a woman was impossible for Zach to imagine, even when Gianna settled on his other side, smelling irresistible from her shower. Lust, yeah. But love? Zach didn’t know love like he felt for Summer before. He never wanted to let her go. He felt like everything was right with her pressed against his side.

Then Gianna asked, “What are you going to do if she’s not yours?”

About the Author:
Mary E. Thompson grew up loving to read, like a good little girl. Many nights she would fall asleep with the flashlight still turned on as she hid under the covers trying to finish the last few pages of a book. As an adult, the light from her ereader means she doesn't need a flashlight, but she still stays up way too late to finish a book.

When Mary's not reading, she's playing with her two kids or living out her own real life romance novel with her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, especially when it's paired with peanut butter, and has been known to have a bad day just because there's no chocolate in the house. Unless there’s wine. Then everything is okay.

Mary grew up in Buffalo, New York and swears she's the only local to never ski or snowboard. Soccer was always her sport, with a couple adventures white water rafting and skydiving to keep things interesting. Mary moved to South Carolina for college but missed Buffalo every day. Yeah, she thinks she's crazy, too. She somehow convinced her South Carolina born and bred hubby to return to Buffalo to raise their kids and live out their lives. He’s still not sure what he was thinking.

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Fiskur by Donna Migliaccio

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By Donna Migliaccio

1) I’m a professional stage actress with more than 30+ years in the business, but was so shy and easily intimidated as a child that a teacher once wrote on my report card: “CRIES CONSTANTLY.”

2) I was born on my older brother’s fifth birthday. My mother thought it was a sign from God. Of what, I don’t know.

3) I’ll eat just about anything, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t do oatmeal. Just. Can’t. Something about the texture.

4) I collect squished pennies and refrigerator magnets from all the places I’ve visited.

5) The oddest job I ever had: rabbit wrangler at a shopping center seasonal display called “Bunnyland.”

With his family's talisman in his possession, Kristan Gemeta is ready to face the Wichelord Daazna – but he has no inkling of the scope of Daazna's power, nor the depths of his hatred.

With the recovery of his family's protective talisman, Kristan Gemeta has found hope, courage – and perhaps even the first stirrings of love. With the aid of Heather Demitt, her band of rebels, a shipload of Northern brigands and the legendary Kentavron, he readies himself to face the Wichelord Daazna. But neither he nor his comrades realize the strength of Daazna's power and hatred. The Wichelord's first blow comes from a direction Kristan least expects, with horrific, lasting consequences.

About the Author:
Donna Migliaccio is a professional stage actress with credits that include Broadway, National Tours and prominent regional theatres. She is based in the Washington, DC Metro area, where she co-founded Tony award-winning Signature Theatre and is in demand as an entertainer, teacher and public speaker. Her award-winning short story, "Yaa & The Coffins," was featured in Thinkerbeat's 2015 anthology The Art of Losing.

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