Please NOTE: sUBSCRIBING TO MY MAILING LIST, YOU ARE AWARE THAT YOU WILL RECEIVE A NEWSLETTER ON THE 4TH OF EVERY MONTH, A rAFFLECOPTER REMINDER HALFWAY THROUGH THE MONTH, AND OCCASIONALLY, IF SOMETHING COMES UP IN THE MONTH THAT CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT NEWSLETTER, I MAY SEND OUT A AN NOTE.
Happy Thursday everyone and welcome to my blog. Today I have Kenneth Gordon visiting. He's sharing his search to find someone to help give him information, and his book, In My Blood. Let's check it out!
Don’t know whether or not this is humorous, but here goes…
It all started when I tried to take my orange cat Frodo outside (he’s an indoor cat) to take a lap around the yard. A big truck rumbled by and scared him. He tried to pull away, but I held him fast. Unfortunately, his claws did some damage to my shirt and myself. I had what looked like a reverse ‘N’ scratched on my chest. That night I got to thinking, what if there was a plague on another world and emissaries were sent out to find a chosen person to save them, who was recognizable because he had this mark?
The next day, I started writing, but I knew I needed help in creating the plague.
The hardest thing was to find someone to help me with that information. I wanted to make sure it was plausible and the cure could possibly work. So…I called the CDC.
They must have thought I was a nut, a terrorist or both, because no one wanted to talk to me. No one would return my calls. After some time and effort, I found a local HIV doctor who was willing to help me. Most of my ideas were spot on, but she was instrumental in getting the rest right.
She’s getting a signed copy of the book.
Well Kenneth, all I can say is that I'm glad I'm not the only one that has problems getting people in the field I'm researching to respond to me. LOL
If you discovered your blood could save an alien people from death at a great cost to you, what would you do?
Thomas Anderson, from New Hampshire, is just about to start his third year of pre-med at Emory University when he meets a strange little man.
Tom is whisked away to the whirlpool galaxy as he starts researching the plague and begins working towards a cure. Little does he know that the cure will cost him everything! He must decide if he is willing to give up his life for a people he doesn’t know on a world that is not his own.
Thom walked out of the post office and down to the dining hall alone.
This was going to be his last dinner at school for a while, maybe a long while. He hoped the food was be memorable.
Salisbury steak was on the menu. He grimaced at the thought. He selected fried chicken, okra, hush puppies, corn bread, and some kind of greens mingled on the tray. It certainly wasn’t the healthiest, but it beat the alternative. Picking up a cup, he pushed it into the bay of his selected soda. No ice, it’s better that way.
Thom selected a table in the back and took a drink from the red plastic tumbler. He took one last, long look around, trying to take it all in and remember it. He wasn’t sure if he would ever see it again. The fountain had real Coke this time. He took another drink and started in on the chicken.
Just then, Kai showed up at the table.
“Can I talk with you?”
“Sure, have a seat.”
The alien sat down.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“Would not eat that food within one thousand parsecs.”
“Not the healthiest, I know. What did you want to talk to me about?” A bolt of fear shot down Thom’s spine.
“Need to brief you on the task, Chosen One,” Kai said in hushed tones. “We have a great plague on our world. You will come and save us. It was prophesied.”
“Whoa, wait a minute…” Thom held up a hand as if to stop Kai’s words. “Hold on…back that bus up, beep…beep…beep. A plague? You can’t be serious. I’m in my junior year of premed. I’ve only had one class, one, in infectious disease. What makes you think I can save your people?”
He moved around in his seat and inched slightly away from Kai.
“Simple, you are the Chosen One.” Kai smiled with complete confidence.
“Maybe your prophets got it wrong. You know, if a prophet gets it wrong, then you don’t have to listen to them,” Thom denied it.
“The Prophets are never wrong. You are the Chosen One, you come help save our people. I wait long time, many emissaries were sent to many worlds, but I found you. Now, you come. Yes?”
“Alright, I’ll come. Still don’t think I’m qualified, but I’ll at least take a look and see. Okay?”
“Yes, yes. We meet at six AM outside your dorm. Then we fly home.”
Kai-min stood and left the table while Thom held his head in his hands.
What am I getting myself into? Thom, you are an idiot. How can I help these people? I’m not even a real doctor yet. I don’t have the experience, but now because my cat cut me up, I’m this ‘Chosen One’?
Buy Link for ebooks and Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/My-Blood-Kenneth-Gordon-ebook/dp/B072N8R9YQ/
Buy Link for paperback: http://classactbooks.com/component/virtuemart/science-fiction/in-my-blood-8102017-06-14-17-19-10-detail?Itemid=0
Yes, leave it to a 'cat' to start something. LOL Enjoyed the excerpt. Let's see what we can find out about the author!
Kenneth Gordon grew up in Milford, NH and still lived in that state. When he isn’t writing scifi-infused horror novels, he plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.
Web Site: http://kennethgordonnovelist.com/
FB page: https://www.facebook.com/KennethGordonNovelist/
Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/index.php/our-authors/manufacturers/kenneth-gordon
Thank you, Kennth, for stopping by and sharing your book. I hope you have great success with it.
Readers, please leave us a comment letting us know you've stopped by. We love to hear from you.
Happy Hump Day everyone! Please welcome Jana Richards on my blog today with all kinds of specials and prizes on her Blog Tour! Be sure to check it all out! Tell us about all this, Jana!
Secrets and Solace
Love at Solace Lake Series (Book 2)
By Jana Richards
Jana is giving away some wonderful prizes during this tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below for your chance win Ebook First and Again, Ebook There Goes the Groom, Ebook A Long Way from Eden, $10 Amazon gift card, or $5 Amazon gift card. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.
Blurb for Secrets and Solace
No matter how deeply buried, secrets rise to the surface.
Scarlett Lindquist has agreed to help her sisters rebuild the dilapidated fishing lodge in Minnesota they inherited from their grandparents. Although the lengthy restoration is bringing the three sisters closer together, Scarlett’s support is temporary. Her leave of absence from her job in Chicago is temporary and she has no intention of staying at Solace Lake Lodge, where the lake holds dark secrets. When frightening childhood memories resurface, they are tempered by her fascination with an irritating contractor. If only she could trust her feelings for him. If only he could trust her.
Cameron Hainstock meets Scarlett at his brother’s wedding to her sister and their attraction is instantaneous. But Cam avoids the beautiful marketing executive. All his efforts are aimed at battling for custody of his only child. When the unimaginable happens and Cam faces the biggest challenge of his life, he’s reluctant to accept help to halt his downward spiral. Can they learn to trust each other and fight for a future together or will they go their separate ways?
Genre: Contemporary Romance, small town romance
Keywords: contemporary romance, small town romance, mystery, touch of paranormal, murder
ISBN: Ebook ISBN 978-0-9952791-1-7
Heat Level: Spicy, fully described love scenes
Release Date: March 21, 2018
Cover Artist: Angela Waters
Secrets and Solace
Book 2 Out Now
Amazon Buy Link
Excerpt, Secrets and Solace:
The shock on Scarlet’s face, the disbelief and grief, made him wish he’d kept his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was to inflict her with the same hell he was going through. He turned away from her, pushing her hand from his arm. “Go home, Scarlet.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” She grabbed his arm again, preventing him from picking up the axe, the tool he’d used to keep himself from reaching for a bottle. “I won’t leave you alone.”
Ignoring the sweat and dirt, she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly, resting her head against his chest. His body stirred to life at her touch, disgusting him. His world was crumbling around him and all he could think was that he wanted to bury himself inside her until she screamed his name.
“Go,” he said roughly. If she was smart, she’d run away and never look back. He was a bad-tempered, recovering alcoholic with nothing to offer her. He wasn’t worth the risk.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes clear and steady. “No. I won’t leave you.”
He pushed her up against the wall of the workshop, not sure if he was trying scare her away or make her stay. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You won’t.”
Cam closed his eyes and groaned. He wrapped his arms around her in a vice-like grip, unable to resist her any longer.
God, he needed her.
He lowered his head and kissed her. There was no subtlety in the kiss, no gentleness or finesse. Only passion and raw need. But she stayed with him, returning his passion, giving solace. He greedily lapped it up, taking everything she had to give.
But he wanted, needed more. He lifted her and she wrapped her long, slender legs around his waist. He buried his face against her soft, sweet-smelling neck, inhaling her clean, floral scent. At the same time, he snaked his hand up her thigh and began to pull down her panties.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped. “Tell me now while I still can.”
Lies and Solace
Book 1 Out Now
Amazon Buy Link
Love is worth the risk…
When their grandfather dies, the Lindquist sisters, Harper, Scarlet and Maggie, inherit the northern Minnesota fishing lodge that had been in their family for three generations. The inheritance is bittersweet. They were raised at the lodge by their grandparents. The natural beauty of the place hasn’t changed, but the building itself is crumbling and desperately in need of repair. The lodge also reminds them of what they lost. Twenty-two years previously, their parents died there in what was ruled a murder/suicide.
As the sisters struggle to breathe new life into the failing lodge, old fears and questions rise to the surface even as new love presents itself. Why did their father murder their mother? What truths did their grandparents keep from them? The sisters must fight to keep the wounds of the past from putting their futures, and their fledgling relationships, in jeopardy.
Truth and Solace
Book 3 Coming March 28, 2018
Amazon Buy Link
When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.
In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com
Social Media Links:
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/janarichards
Amazon UK Author Page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B002DEVWWG
Newsletter Signup: http://janarichards.com/contact.html#newsletter
Google+ Profile: https://plus.google.com/100820406211390323245
Wow! These all look like great reads, Jana! Thanks for sharing this and offering this opportunity! The books should intriguing, and I think I'm gonna add these to my TBR list.
Visitors: Please leave us a comment that you've visited. We love to hear from our readers, and don't forget to take advantage of the prizes listed above!
Hello everyone! Today I have Juanita Aydlette visiting with her book, It's In The Blood. Like most of us are, she is a pet lover, and has two dogs. She shares why she has animals in her stories. Welcome, Juanita!
This isn’t a humorous story but more of an explanation.
I have two small dogs—which is a bit unusual for me. I've always had big dogs in the past, but little dogs are so entertaining. Now, I have two females, a yorkie mix and a shih tzu. They are both rescues; one eight months ago and the other, one month ago. They love each other and they play around the clock.
If my husband didn't protest, I would probably try to acquire as many pets as I could. I think animals tend to bring out the soft side of most people.
I think pets belong in books, because they will definitely draw the curiosity of the reader. Pet lovers—and there are millions, can relate to animals as family member. I think it's important to them to find an author that feels that way too.
I agree with you, Juanita, and sometimes I have pets in my books as well. Tell us a little bit about the book, It's In The Blood and the video trailer you have for it.
Never stare at a shirtless hunk with green eyes.
Gabrielle Madsen is drawn in by such a pair of eyes that captures her soul and leaves her a prisoner of an addictive kind of love--not that she's complaining. But her educational trip turns out to be more than just a fun-filled summer escapade.
She's faced with a life-changing decision that could affect the world around her. Her discovery of this ancient, legend-come-to-life proves to be deadly, but her swooning heart can't break away. She and Josh Van Ness fall in love and must battle the forces that want to keep them apart.
Away from the open menagerie was a path surrounded by dense trees. It was across a narrow decorative bridge built into the landscape. The thick greenery provided a shady side to the open garden. A spotlight created by the sun beckoned to me from inside and I walked away from the others. My eyes were fixed on the pink and red groundcover that glimmered with a hypnotic seduction. I ventured toward the fragrant breeze, unaware of how far I had strayed.
After only a few yards inside the cover of the trees, my body was seized again by a rumble and a frightening snarl. A chill blanketed me and I couldn’t move. I didn’t dare look around, for the back of my blouse had already been saturated by the heated moisture from the breath of the beast. My first instinct was to scream, but fear had stolen my voice. So I took a deep breath and held it. The scent of horror filled my lungs. It was familiar.
Was I being stalked by the animal that lurked outside my hotel grounds?
Help me please, rang inside my head. My eyes squeezed shut as its sharp fangs pinched my shoulder. Tears filled my eyes and my hands formed a fist. I waited to feel my bones snap when suddenly, it let go. The leaves crunched. The sound grew fainter by the second, then nothing. My eyes remained closed as I trembled and listened.
“Miss?” A woman’s voice severed my nightmare. “I saw you come out here. We’re getting ready to go to another area. You don’t want to be left behind.”
Without hesitation I ran past her, clutching my throat and sobbing. The other tourists were boarding the van and I made my way to the back. The woman I believed saved me from certain death, came and sat beside me.
My body trembled as the bus came to stop. I ran from the tourist center to the hotel. Once inside the bathroom, I stripped and examined my shoulder. A painful bruise was both in front and in back. I cried out loud, shook convulsively, and then laughed hysterically.
Was I going mad?
Publisher’s website for paperbacks: http://www.classactbooks.com/component/virtuemart/cat-fantasy/it-s-in-the-blood-716-detail?Itemid=0
I enjoyed your video trailer, Juanita, and the book sounds very intriguing and I think I'll just have to add it to be TBR list! Tell us a little bit about you!
About the Author:
Juanita Aydlette is from Shreveport, Louisiana, and now lives in Texas. She’s the only girl in a family of four brothers. She love music, planting flowers and is a dog lover…that’s why she works at an animal clinic.
Find out more about Juanita at:
Wow, congratulations, Juanita on your award for the Top Ten Finisher in the Preditors & Editors Readers' Poll! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your book with us. I wish you great success with it.
If you are visiting, please leave us a comment and let us know you stopped by. We love to hear from our readers!
Hello and welcome to the start of another week in March! It's always a pleasure to have a return romance author back on my blog, and today, I have Adriana Kraft back, with her Blog Tour and new release, Vegas Gambler. Please welcome Adriana, and let's check out what her new release!
Vegas Gambler will be on tour from March 5 through April 5, and weâre giving away one free download from the Publisherâs Website to each of two winners. Winners may select from books One through Four in our Meghanâs Playhouse Series. You can find all series books at this link: http://www.extasybooks.com/meghan-s-playhouse/. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.
About the Book:
Heâs fifty-one, theyâre in their twenties. Can Jack Hawthorne keep up with two women? How will he protect his heart?
Fresh with success from a recent stint in a musical on the Las Vegas Strip, Meghan Keenan takes some time off to play with her current flame, Jack Hawthorne, professional poker player. Sheâs delighted to add her petite masseuse Tia Minh to the mix and even more thrilled when she learns Tiaâs relationship with her boyfriend Tony Sanders is on the skids. Itâs the perfect challenge!
Tia has different ideas â she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.
Ever the gambler, Jack catches on to her game quickly and keeps the ruse going behind Megâs back. Who knew his heart was up for grabs?
Jack cocked his head to the side. âYou sure you wonât stay beyond the summer?â
Meg shook her head. Theyâd been over this ground before. âYou know I need to get back to New York. I need to get on with my life.â
âSorry Iâm such a drag on you.â He gave her a wicked smile. âAnd you always say my age doesnât matter.â
âFifty-one doesnât make you ancient.â
âI have my days,â Jack said, flipping over a card. âBut I know what we have is transitory. Donât worry about me getting carried away.â He smirked. âBut you have been a breath of fresh air for me.â
âCripes, the way you hang out around poker tables, anyone would provide a breath of fresh air.â Meg smiled and purposely softened her tone. âAnd youâve been very good for me, too. I donât know how I wouldâve made it through the hectic pace of the last six months without your steady influence. Youâve always been there, and with few demands.â
âPerhaps,â Jack began wistfully, âI shouldâve been more demanding.â He mustâve seen her nostrils flare, because he lifted a hand, forestalling her response. âYouâve renewed my faith in life.â He grinned devilishly. âEven in love.â
Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More.
One man, one woman, danger and intrigue â always a happy ending, but oh, what a ride! Readers can count on our Romantic Suspense line for gutsy characters, hot sex, and breathtaking intimacy as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.
A man, a woman (or two), or another man, threesomes, foursomesâwhatâs your fantasy? We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination. Here youâll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, mÃ©nage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.
Together we have published over thirty-five romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. We love hearing from readers at email@example.com, and here is our website:
When Itâs Time to Heat Things Up http://adrianakraft.com Author Links:a Rafflecopter giveaway
Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads | Pinterest | Amazon Author Page | Newsletter | Google | BookBub
Thank you so much, Adriana, for stopping by. I hope you have great success with your Blog Tour and I wish you many sales!
If you're a visitor to this blog, please leave us a comment so we can chat with you. We love talking with our readers and guests.
Thanks so much.
TGIF! Please welcome Mageela Troche to my blog today with her book, Claiming The Highlander. Mageela shares a most embarrassing situation that happened to her, and thank goodness, now she can laugh about it!
I’m not someone who embarrasses easily. But one incident that burned my cheeks is one I rather forget. It started off simple enough. I had to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I was in my PJs and changed into a t-shirt and my comfy camouflage pants that I had for almost ten years. I went to the store with no problem, and was returning home when I heard a teenage boy saying Excuse me I didn’t really pay attention but I heard those two words again so I looked.
He told me that my pants were ripped. I craned my neck and sure enough, there was a rip that ran along my right butt cheek and my underwear was on show for the world. Oh, yeah, my cheeks burned (pun intended). Luckily, my t-shirt was long enough to cover the split and I hurried home.
At least, I can chuckle about that event now but I really miss those pants. One day, the incident may work its way into a novel somehow...that’s if I can stop laughing at myself.
I think I died right along with you, Mageela! Red in the face for sure!
Tell us about your story, Claiming The Highlander.
Caelen MacKenzie married heiress Lady Brenna Grant in his youth for a large parcel of land and an earldom. Years later, Scotland trembles from the tales of the Viking Highlander yet Caelen must face his most challenging battle—returning home and to the past he ran from.
Lady Brenna loves her husband. As her loyalties are tested, the life she was reared to live is in jeopardy. She knows no other life but the one as Countess and wife to Caelen. Snagged in the power plays of men, she will do anything to save that life and the man she loves.
From the rugged western highlands to the glittering Scottish court, they must battle the machinations of powerful men scheming against them.
Will they be triumphant in this game and live happily ever after?
She reached the last step and halted. The smoke must have conjured images. Caelan stood at the end of the corridor. She blinked, believing the vision would vanish into nothingness. The arched doorway framed his muscular form, which was draped in plaid. His head hung down. His long locks draped around his face and blocked him from her view. Light flickered over his Viking blond hair. She blinked a few times, waiting for him to notice her standing here. She must have moved because his head flew up.
He faced her. A smile spread across her face and her cheeks hurt from it. She wanted to throw herself in his arms. Instead, she buried the urge. She even squeezed out a couple of tears.
Her feet skipped over the floor as she raced to him. She threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly. She lacked the strength to hold him as she wished. Caelan was all hard muscle. He smelled of the outdoors—greenery, and of the fresh wind that whirled about him and caught in the weave of his plaid, along with a manly scent that was his own. She stroked her cheek against his plaid. The scratchy wool scraped her skin. An itchy tingle spread through her cheek.
She ran her hands over his thick arms. He had come for her. She linked her fingers with his. She leaned her head to the side to look at the shut chamber door. Last night had been a difficult one. The healers and servants had been going in and out through the night. Their muffled voices floated to her chamber along with the groans of pains coming from the laird—aye, the laird would be leaving this earth soon. Her smile dimmed along with the heady delight within her. “You have finally returned.”
Caelan arched a brow, revealing his blue eyes. She loved his pure, blue hue that shined bright with shards of white, unlike her plain, brown ones. He pulled his hand away. She tucked her empty hand within the pleats of her dress. This was not the reunion she had imagined since she learned he was returning home. Caelan was supposed to grab her in his arms and swing her about. After her holding her close for a drawn-out moment, he was supposed to slide her down his body, and then kiss her. After he ravished her mouth, he was to stare deep into her eyes. He might have even whispered tenders words. Instead, he stood there, his arms at his side. The man didn’t even reach out to her.
His sharp gaze slid over her. The heat of his inspection sent a flush through her. He no longer looked at her as a little lass. Caelan looked at her like a man to a woman. Pure heated desire that set her heart racing. The last time he saw her, he had treated her a like a child and shown even less interest. He no longer looked at her as a little lass. “You look well, Brenna.”
“You haven’t cleaned up from your journey.” His plaid was wrinkled and the pleats were flat. She brushed at a smear of dirt marring his leine. It was just a reason to touch him.
“Seeing my father was more important.” He peeked over his shoulder. “I should have been here earlier.”
She licked her lips. “Has the laird fallen asleep?”
“Nay, he…he started coughing.” He shook his head. The ends of his blond hair fanned out. The pale tips caught the amber light of the torches. His strong brow was more pronounced from the lowering of his brows.
“Last night was hard for him, but your arrival shall make him feel better. When I sit with him, he always speaks of you.”
When he hung his head, she wished she could take back her words.
“You sit with him often?” He pushed back his hair.
“Aye. Sometimes, we discuss you, and other times he tells me stories or curses the healers. It depends upon how he feels.”
His broad shoulders that seemed to be able to bear all of Scotland and England upon them, straightened. “I am here so I can see to the running of everything. You shall assist me.”
She rose to the tips of her toes. “Of course. I am your wife.”
What an interesting read! Thank you for sharing. Tell us a little about you!
An Air Force brat, Mageela Troche has lived throughout the world then landed in New York City. She wanted to leave the same day she arrived. Yet, with her stubbornness, Mageela learned to like the place and the libraries were the main reasons. Since she was a little girl, Mageela wanted to be an author and an actress, however, once in college, Mageela changed her life plan in the pursuit of money. After all, college loans must be repaid. At Syracuse University, she studied International Relations and Geography with plans to make the world a better place.
But after a tragic life event, Mageela put those plans aside and returned to New York City where she tried to find her way through life. After studying fashion design, working for various jobs, she decided to take a risk and do what she truly desired all her life–writing.
Mageela returned to writing and focused on the romance genre. Her first break came when she sold a short story to a magazine. She sold two more before the publication of her historical romance novel, The Marriage Alliance. She has gone on to write four more and a novella.
Mageela is currently writing in the cramped corner of her Big Apple apartment. She is the proud owner of a Black-masked lovebird named Boobula. She loves to hear from her readers and can be found online.
Website: http://www. MageelaTroche.com
Thank you, Mageela, for stopping by. I hope you have great success with your book.
If you are visiting, please leave us a comment and let us know you've stopped by. We authors love to hear from our readers!
Welcome to my blog today. My guest is Paul McDermott, with his book, Spear of Destiny. He shares with us a little humorous event that he eventually wrote into one of his books. Since I'm Irish, and my mother came from Ireland. I have to admit this tale did bring a smile to my face!
One summer in my misspent ‘yoof’ I spent travelling the back lanes and byways of rural Ireland with friends. We were without doubt a perfect model for the “long-haired friends of Jesus in a clapped out microbus” made popular in a song which was in the charts that summer (“Convoy” by B.W. McColl) Collectively we were a reasonably successful traditional folk group based in Liverpool.
Throughout June & July every village in Ireland has a music festival. As soon as people noticed the guitars in our luggage we were welcomed with open arms and rarely managed to pay for a drink ...
Pub licencing hours at the time were less ‘generous’ than they are today, and especially in England [‘Last Orders’ and closing time was 10.30 p.m.] One night early in our unplanned mini-tour, with the time approaching midnight, our Gallant Leader asked the Publican “When do you close?”
Mine Host solemnly looked at his wristwatch and replied: “September.”
With slight embellishments, this incident become a scene in an early chapter of one of my novels set in Ireland.
LOL, that's the kind of answer I like! Thanks for sharing. Now tell us a little about Spear of Destiny.
In 1945, U-boat Kapitän Herbert Nollau must deliver a weapon which will turn the war in Germany’s favour. His orders are delivered verbally. There will be no written records... and no witnesses.
Alone, far from home, hunted by the Danish Resistance and the might of the Allied Forces, he must obey either his final Orders…or the inner voice of his conscience.
Überlojtnant Herbert Nollau stood with his Zeiss nightglasses glued to his eyes, impervious to the rain whipped across his cheeks by half a gale. This howled almost exactly at ninety degrees to the tide, which had just reached the full but had not yet begun its retreat. His command craft, U-534, sat uneasily at anchor, dipping at bow and stern in the current, yawing appreciably as frequent Force Ten gusts buffeted her broad flanks. Low, heavy rainclouds hunkered closer, seeming to settle on the upper branches of the natural pine forest which spread untamed, unculled, across the low hills of Schleswig-Holstein.
An identical pair of black Opel staff cars bracketed a canvas bodied Mercedes half-track transport wagon, all three vehicles picking their way carefully along an unmarked country road. The headlights were taped down to the size and shape of a feral cat's vertical slits, acknowledging the strict rules governing all traffic during the hours of darkness. The road to the harbour just outside Lübeck was neither tarmac’ed nor enhanced with any form of lighting. The drivers were obliged to steer cautiously around every twist, using the gears and brakes more frequently than the accelerator.
"Amateurs!" he thought to himself, as the three sets of headlights crawled slowly closer.
He blanked the thought as soon as it intruded on his consciousness, forcing himself back into State-approved Wehrmacht thinking, based on purely practical matters directly related to carrying out current instructions, with maximum efficiency, without question. He pulled the collar of his oilskins closer around his throat in a futile attempt to prevent the rain from seeping through, soaking his uniform. Raising his night glasses once more, he cursed the weather, the Wehrmacht and the world in general, feeling more exposed and vulnerable with every minute that passed as he waited for the convoy of lights to crawl closer, carrying the equipment which he had been ordered to collect. It bothered him that he was expected to set sail immediately, and await orders concerning his destination by radio once he had cleared the bay and entered Store Bælt: technically, that section of the North Sea was neutral Danish waters, and if he were to remain on the surface for any length of time in order to receive orders …
As the lights snaked around another pair of curves and began their final descent to the shoreline and the jetty where U534 was waiting, Herbert Nollau realized that he had on board a much more powerful sender/receiver than any other U-boat: in fact, not just one but two radios equipped with the Enigma cryptographic programme had been installed, ostensibly for testing. With a sudden jolt, the deceptively young-looking Überlojtnant realized that this technology was far more sophisticated than that which had previously been regarded as the best in the world: apart from being guaranteed unbreakable as a code, it could also send and receive radio signals without his craft needing to surface.
He shook his head to clear the worst of the pools which had formed in the upturned brim of his sou’wester and made his way down the ladder bolted to the side of the conning tower, aiming to be waiting on the quay before the three vehicles wheezed to a halt. His mechanic’s ear analysed and diagnosed a list of faults he could clearly identify from the laboured chugging of each engine. Furious at this indication of inefficiency, a corner of his mind decided that he would have had the senior officer responsible for each vehicle court-martialled, if the decision had been up to him. In spite of the horrors he had witnessed in three years of naval warfare, he shuddered. His orders, distasteful though they might be, were crystal clear …
Two gaunt, silent shadows slid with simultaneous choreography from the rear seat of each of the Opels: their sleek black trenchcoats almost touched the planks of the jetty, glistening in the starlight as if the officers wearing them had been marching for hours in the rain rather than just stepping out of a warm, dry car. Nollau fired off his most formal salute: the four SS-officers responded with a world-weary, bent-elbow half-salute and pointedly refrained from returning Nollau’s “Heil, Hitler!” One detached himself for a moment and gave a hand-signal to the driver of the canvas-sided truck. The driver immediately hammered his fist twice on the bulkhead behind his seat. Four soldiers appeared over the tailgate of the wagon and began to manoeuvre something long and heavy out of the cargo space.
Turning to face his command meant that Herbert Nollau had to turn his back on the four staff officers. Somehow he managed to do this with an insolence which stated quite clearly that, as far as he was concerned, they were barely worthy of his contempt.
He placed a small, shrill whistle to his lips and blew, one long (but not overloud) blast. Within ten seconds, the deck was populated by about twenty matelots, standing at ease, who somehow contrived to arrive from nowhere and in total silence. Close to the bows, and just for’ard of ’midships , cables were deployed from two small jib cranes. Within seconds, the submariner crew were on the jetty, taking the unidentified cargo from the shoulders of the four soldiers and hoisting it with ease onto the foredeck, thence by some lightningfast legerdemain out of sight below decks. The crew had followed, leaving Überlojtnant Nollau as the only member of the Senior Service still on the jetty. At a silent gesture from one of the anonymous black trenchcoats the four soldiers climbed back over the tailgate, into the truck. After about four attempts, the driver managed to coax the engine into life and began to back and fill, facing back the way he had come.
As he completed the manoeuvre and gunned the engine to set off up the hill, the four SS officers opened their trenchcoats to reveal the muzzles of rapid fire MP40 machine pistols. With one accord they raised their weapons and sent round after deadly round of ammunition into both the cab and the rear of the vehicle, holding the triggers steady. Before the hail of bullets ceased, the fuel tanks of the wagon exploded, sending flames soaring high into the night sky, setting small fires in the tree tops as they lost their intensity and curled back towards the ground.
Suddenly, Herbert Nollau’s orders seemed fractionally less dishonourable.
Having emptied their weapons, the four executioners appeared to have rediscovered some of their habitual swagger and pride. Crashing the butts of the now-empty weapons against the rough wooden planking of the jetty they raised their right arms to the fullest, and screamed: “Heil, Hitler!” as their heels crashed together in perfect unison.
Sick to his stomach at the pleasure his countrymen took from the callous murder of fellow Germans, it was all Herbert Nollau could do to raise his arm, bent-elbowed, in the less formal salute he would never under normal circumstances have accepted from others nor used himself.
The Spear of Destiny is available at:
Paperback available at the Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/component/virtuemart/historical-fiction/the-spear-of-destiny-detail?Itemid=0
I've a confession to make here. I have watched all the Nazi documentaries, trying to understand how the Germans were so taken in by Hitler that they committed these atrocities. Your story sounds like a great read, and I'll have to check this one out.
Born in the Year of the Tiger, Paul’s natural curiosity combined with the deep-seated feline need to roam has meant that over the years he’s never been able to call any one place home. His wanderlust has led him from one town to another, and even from one country to another.
“I can’t remember a time when I didn’t write - my father claims to possess a story I wrote when I was six, which filled 4 standard school exercise books! What I do remember from that time was being told off for doing the Liverpool Echo crossword before he got home from work!”
While Paul was living in Denmark, he allowed himself to be persuaded to write for a purpose instead of purely for his own amusement. Perhaps it was the catalyst of breathing the same air as Hans Christian Andersen.
Find out more about Paul at:
www.thewriterschatroom.com (Sundays & Wednesdays)
Thank you, Paul, for stopping by and sharing your book with us. I hope you have great success with it.
If you are a visitor, please leave us a comment and let us know you stopped by. We love to hear from our readers!
Today, let's welcome Izzy Szyn back on my blog during her blog tour for her release, Lizzy's Temptation. Welcome, Izzy, lets find out about this book!
Lizzy's Temptation By Izzy Szyn
Izzy is giving away a $15 Amazon Gift Certificate and 2 ebooks of the winners' choice from her backlist. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.
About the Book:
When Lizzy sneaks into an event where actress Ivory Rodgers was scheduled to appear, she gets more than she bargained for. Ivory Rodgers is hotter, sexier in person and takes Lizzy under her control.
âLooking for the Ivory Rodgersâ party?â asked a soft feminine voice behind her.
âYes,â answered Lizzy, turning her head. Holy shit, it was Ivory Rodgers. Just be cool, just be cool, she told herself.
âCome with me,â she smiled.
âOkay,â admitted Lizzy.
âIâm Ivory Rodgers,â she introduced herself, holding her hand out.
âLizzy Holloway. Itâs very nice to meet you,â she replied, shaking her hand. Damn, the woman was even hotter in person, tingles ran up her arm. Damn, sheâd never been this way with anyone before.
âI love your hair and dress,â complimented Ivory, walking towards a ballroom.
âThanks.â Self-consciously, Lizzy touched her hair, still getting used to the different shades of purple spiral curls hung down her back. âI just got it done today.â
âI like it,â smiled Ivory, her jet-black hair hung down the middle of her back. Her trademark hazel eyes, made it hard for Lizzy to turn away.
âThere you are Ivory,â said a man that seemed to command the room with his presence. Tall, elegant in a black suit. âWeâre about to start. Whoâs this?â
âMy new friend Lizzy Holloway,â introduced Ivory. âLizzy this is Spencer.â
âHi,â something about him told Lizzy he was used to commanding attention. That most people he encountered would do whatever he would say.
âIvory, I warned you about doing this,â he said to her, looking worriedly at Lizzy. âI told you this needs to stop.â
âWhy? When I can make new friends like Lizzy,â questioned Ivory. âGet something to eat, and Iâll be back soon. I wonât stay here long, then we can go somewhere quiet and get better acquainted.â
âMe?â Lizzy couldnât stop the shock from her voice. Lizzy wanted to get better acquainted with her?
âYes, you,â confirmed Ivory. âI canât wait until I get you alone.â
Why did it sound like sheâd been expecting Lizzy? Maybe she should leave? But then sheâd miss the chance to get to talk to Ivory. This could be a night sheâd never forget. Walking to the tables that lined the wall, she picked some stuff off the plates.
âDrink?â asked a waiter behind her.
âThanks, do you have any Pepsi?â she asked. Thinking it might be better to keep her mind clear.
âOf course,â he nodded, âIâll be right back.â
About the Author:
New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls. Izzy loves to keep in touch with her readers. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Find her on Facebook :) https://www.facebook.com/izzyszynhome/
Google Plus link: https://plus.google.com/100905614042668276073
Thank you Izzy, for stopping by. Hope you have great success with your blog tour and your book.
If you are a visitor, please leave us a comment and let us know you've stopped by. We authors are lonely people and love to hear from our readers!
Happy Tuesday everyone! Today, check out the humorous tale he shares with us, and read the excerpt from his book, Dragon. Welcome, James.
I used to work as a lecturer at a university in Taiwan. I need to be careful here not to name names, but it was in the prefecture of Taipei and the Chinese name of the town translates as clear water (in case anyone Is inclined to check it out). There was a head of department and an assistant head who ran things. The head was a large set, surly figure who lightened up outside of work with a beer in front of him, but was quite taciturn during work hours. I think it was because he was under a lot of pressure from the principal to constantly hit targets. Despite this though he was quite a pragmatic individual, and often used his common sense to ignore policies which were good ideas on paper but unworkable in practice. I remember him as constantly exasperated.
The deputy meanwhile was quite short but possessed a restless energy and enthusiasm which tended to irritate rather than inspire. Although extremely intelligent, he was of an academic turn of mind and constantly got into hot water with ill thought out ideas. One example I recall is him attempting to put on the musical Cats (after someone told him how good it was) and having flyers printed without checking out the logistics such as available student talent or even how to obtain a license to perform the musical. I hear Andrew Lloyd Webber is quite a litigious individual so who knows what may have happened.
Because of their differing physical presence and personalities, they made something of a comedy double act, especially when the assistant head was oblivious to how much he was irritating his immediate superior.
I finished a draft of my first science fiction novel, Dragon, when I was in Taiwan and submitted it to a now defunct publisher called Big Engine. The editor rejected the novel but was very complementary and gave me some helpful advice. One thing which was extremely useful was to make the characters as distinct from each other as possible. Considering this, I didn’t have far to look for inspiration and so Sillow, the small, hyperactive, nervy and impulsive elf and Brok, the surly, ill-tempered barbarian assumed their present characters and their dysfunctional interpersonal dynamic.
I should have dedicated the novel to them but somehow I don’t think they would have appreciated it.
LOL, I bet you had quite a challenge keeping a straight face!
Tell us a little about your book, Dragon!
As worlds conspire against each other, Gax, an insane warlord, stockpiles an arsenal of ancient technology in his attempt to rule known space. Less
Two ill matched and reluctant heroes stand in his way; Sillow, a neurotic and cowardly Sylvan and Brok, a surly and ill tempered Herkulun warrior. After a chance meeting in a seedy, mobster owned casino the two find their fates interlinked as they are propelled into a series of hair raising adventures that takes them from wanted smugglers to agents of a peace keeping alliance.
Asmara was a small desert moon orbiting its gas giant parent at a distance just great enough to put it outside the planet’s radioactive reach. It was a cold, dusty little place, barely capable of supporting microbic life. Yet it did have one thing in its favor, its location.Asmara was in the gray zone, an area of space almost central to the six worlds. None dared lay claim to it and consequently it was free of all outside authority. That was why the crime syndicates built their Pleasure Dome there, and in the two decades after the Dark Age Wars it flourished.
It was here, at one of the casino tables, the last three players of a merciless card game studied their hands. Two of them, a human and a reptilian Tuolon, were far from happy, glaring angrily at the third player as he whistled out a tuneless melody. If Sillow had been human, he would have been judged to be no more than fourteen. He wasn’t; he was a Sylvan, and his childlike face and adolescent build were quite normal for his twenty-five years.
As he looked over his cards from beneath a shock of dark green hair, only his large eyes were visible. It was just as well, for his lips moved frantically as he mentally played through the possible scenarios.
Finally he gave a little nod and placed his cards face down. He took his cigar from the ashtray and began puffing heavily on it. The human, a skinny man with pockmarked features, ran a hand over two day’s stubble,
“Make your damn move,” he growled. “If you’ve got the goods, show them.”
Sillow shrugged. “Hey, give me a break Garrick,” he replied in his soft, musical voice. “You can’t rush something like this.”
He looked at his cards again, studying them as he blew smoke rings in the air. His little feet tapped all the while on the hard marble floor.
His fellow players regarded him with extreme irritation, and the human cameto the decision the Sylvan was playing mind games with them. The truth though was far different. Sillow was scared and was trying to decide how best to safely extricate himself and the credits he needed from his present circumstances.
Although he couldn’t say why, he was certain now the Tuolon was a professional assassin here to kill him. His would be killer even blewhis ship up to stop him escaping.
Since then the little Sylvan had been busy at the tables making the money he needed to get a freighter off the Dome. There was a royal summons to answer and he’d delayed too long already. The message was just one word, Suleiman.
“Okay, ready,” he finally announced. “You want to see this hand it’ll cost you…” he paused for effect, “six more credits.”
The human thought hard for a moment, shook his head then threw the chips into the pot in the middle of the table.
Paperback from the publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/component/virtuemart/science-fiction/dragon-396-detail?Itemid=0
This sounds like a really great read, James. Let's see what we can find out about you, the author.
James Austin McCormick is a college lecturer from Manchester, England and his free time enjoy writing speculative fiction, mostly science fiction, horror and a little sword and sorcery fantasy. He is also a particular fan of classic Gothic and Victorian horror tales and is currently in the process of writing updated versions of these with a science fiction spin.
Find out more about James at:
Class Act Books http://www.classactbooks.com/index.php/our-authors/manufacturers/james-austin-mccormick
Thank you so much, James, for stopping by and sharing your book, Dragon. I hope you have great success with it.
If you are visiting, please leave us a comment and let us know you stopped by. We love to hear from our readers.
Happy Friday, everyone! Today I have Jeremy Higley visiting my blog with his young adult or teen fantasy story. He shares with us an email he received and what happened afterward. Can you only imagine what he felt like when he got this email?
I still remember the morning I received the email.
“Are you still interested in publishing with us?”
I went to work that day wondering if I’d read the email correctly. I read it again as soon as I got home. Even after I carefully crafted a response and received a confirmation email, it took me a few days to get comfortable telling people. It just didn’t feel real. In fact, it felt so much like a dream I wanted to try going to sleep and waking up again a few times just to make sure. I’ve had so many dreams where something amazing happens and I tell myself it’s real, only to wake up. Even then, it always takes me a few minutes to separate the reality I’ve just experienced from the reality I actually live in. Sometimes I cry.
But no, I’d been sending the first Darksome Thorn novel to publisher after publisher for months now. This was the moment of opportunity I’d been waiting for. I really should tell people, and I did. Eventually.
I wish I could say the anxiety came after the excitement, but they really did come at the same time. Years of waiting, and I was just as scared of messing things up and I was excited about getting them right. This would be the first big step of my writing career. I wanted everything to be perfect.
Well, that kind of emotional confluence is bound to give you nightmares. Yep. I don’t remember most of them, but my favorite sums up my feelings from that time pretty well.
In the dream, I’m on my computer looking for a review of my book from an established author who taught me at college. My excitement bubbles as he praises me from head to toe, only to pop as I realize the book he’s describing is nothing like the one I wrote. Somehow, he found the wrong book and had attributed it to me.
Disappointed and confused, I visit my Mom to tell her what happened. A copy of my book is sitting on the counter next to her as I express my frustration.
“Well, that’s probably for the best,” she says. “It wasn’t a very good book.”
I blink. She gives me an apologetic look as she explains.
“Way too dark and scary. I couldn’t finish it.”
Now, in real life, my Mom was the one who called me the moment she finished the book to ask what happens next. So there’s a dream I can dismiss as far inferior to reality.
Still, it’s thanks to dreams like that I was able to write this book at all. Nightmare after nightmare went into the writing of characters like Azmat and the Dun Ko. I wanted to capture that unpredictability, the way that dreams defy expectations. Dreams can push us into a story we would rather never enter, or else never leave. It’s as if an agency other than our own is at work, a Muse who can’t decide whether she loves or despises us and all our petty hopes and fears.
So, thank you dreams. You might kill me with fright someday, or make me cry with joy, but you’ll never be boring. What more can I ask?
Wow, Jeremy. Good thing you persevered! Tell us a little about the book.
A thousand years ago, the wizards of the Nynsa were tricked. They failed to follow the prophecy of the Darksome Thorn, and now the greatest evil of their time has survived into the next age. They will do anything to fix their mistake.
The Darksome Thorn, meanwhile, has revealed a new prophecy, and the very evil they failed to kill is working to use that prophecy to his advantage.
Forces of evil run rampant in the land of Duskain. Ancient powers are stirring. A greater darkness is imminent...
...and Skel, the foster son of an elephant herder, finds himself caught in the middle of everything...
Skel was running so fast as he went to warn Mynjar and Talon that the grass whipped at his bare legs like dull knife blades. As the tent loomed closer, he could already feel his movements slowing. His feet were starting to sink into the firm earth as if it were a sludgy bog.
The attack was beginning.
“Dun Ko,” Skel shouted, trying to rouse the Eltar in the circle of tents ahead of him. His voice sounded like a whisper to his own ears, but quickly he heard shouts in return. The tents went abuzz with the yelling of frustrated, terrified men and women struggling to rise from their own beds. Skel saw an Eltar woman leave her tent, scrambling with immense difficulty to get away from the camp with a
small child. Her child disappeared from her arms within moments, dissolving into a cloud of dandelion fluff that blew away on a nonexistent wind.
Skel tried to ignore her screams. There was only one child in any real danger tonight. The Dun Ko were simply trying to distract the rest of them, keep them occupied with nightmares and illusions while they sought out their true target. He spoke a few words to the wind. It pushed him faster with a strong gust, knocking over his foster family’s tent as he approached it and blowing it halfway over to the elephant herd. Mynjar, Talon, and their daughters stared at him in bewilderment as he ran past them to stand between the Dun Ko and their intended victim.
“Dun Ko,” he repeated, struggling to catch his breath.
“What’s going on, boy?” Mynjar shouted. “How would you know if the Dun Ko were coming?”
Lonmar and Konsa screamed as they watched their father’s arms suddenly melt off his body like grease in a fire, gathering in black pools at his feet. Talon ran to grab Pynme from his crib, but sank to her chin in the dirt.
“The Dun Ko want Pynme,” Skel tried to explain, but Mynjar was on his knees sobbing, and Lonmar and Konsa were crowding around him, aghast, trying to comfort him. Talon was screaming hysterically, calling for her baby, but Pynme wouldn’t wake up. Smyra was the only one who
seemed to still have her senses in spite of the Dun Ko’s psychic onslaught.
“Are you going to fight them?” she asked. She seemed surprised, but not impressed. She somehow managed to sound condescending, even now.
“I have to try—” Skel started.
“And fail,” Smyra interrupted, “but I’ll help you anyway.”
Publishers Website: http://www.classactbooks.com/index.php/component/virtuemart/cat-young-adult/the-son-of-dark-tales-of-the-darksome-thorn-book-1-detail?Itemid=0
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Son-Dark-Darksome-Thorn-Book-ebook/dp/B01IG983XC/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=U
Let's take a look at the YouTube trailer for this story!
Intriguing and scary! I love the video and the excerpt, I'll have to check this one out. Lets see what else we can find out about Jeremy.
Jeremy Higley was born in California but now lives in Arizona. As of 2016 he’s a graduate student working on a master’s degree in English. He’s also an instructional aide at a local elementary school, a novelist, and a contributing editor for a nonprofit student success company called LifeBound.
Find out more about Jeremy at:
Thank you so much, Jeremy, for sharing your story with us today. I wish you great success with the book.
If you are a visitor, please leave us a comment and let us know you stopped by. We love to hear from our readers!
Hello al! Welcome to my blog. Today I have Everly Rush visiting and she's featuring her book, The Tantric Therapist. This little tale about her visit with the towing company certainly made me smile!
Stuff that happens to me stumbles into my books even when I’m not trying. If writers warned people they’re fair game, they’d tone themselves down and life wouldn’t be nearly so much fun. This story actually happened years ago in Texas.
In the first chapter of TTT, Sarah runs off the road near a small town. She calls Bud’s Towing and is describing where she is by the mile marker, etc. He’s not getting it. Then, she adds, “By a small grove of deciduous trees.” Bud says, “Deci… what trees?” OK, I’ll give him that. Not many tow truck drivers are spare time botanists.
Bud arrives and he’s the picture of paunchly porkitude, stogie, cap on backwards, the works. He takes one look at the car mired in mud up to the hubcaps and says, “Well, y’all stuck or what?”
Sarah refrains from saying, “Captain Obvious to the rescue!” But, with apologies to Bill Engvall, there’s your sign. Word to the wise, don’t annoy the only tow truck driver for a thirty mile radius. That’d come back and bite you.
But in the real story, Bud listened to me speak and said, “Y’all not from around here, are ya?”
“No, I’m from Illinois.”
He knit his brow and said, “What state’s that in?”
I wasn’t sure how to handle that.
He paused a moment and added, “Aw, go on… that IS a state, ain’t it?”
I said, “No fooling you!”
Bud’s a sharp one.
Oh, my. That's hysterical. That reminds me of a time when I was dancing with a guy in Texas, and he asked me where I was from, and I said Michigan. He asked what part of Texas was that from......
Tell us a little about your book, The Tantric Therapist.
Award winning writer Everly Rush loves a good plot twist mixed with mystery and dotted with humor. She feels the greatest tales feature love at first sight and is devoted to writing about this most precious gift. In the Tantric Therapist the fictional world of Mallory University is where the inhabitants overcome real life personal struggles to find their true soulmate. The Tantric Therapist: Sid and Sarah’s Story is the first in this exciting new series.
“The Gazebo has a TV in the waiting area,” Sid said. “When business is slow, I often watch old reruns. One night, there was a wonderful episode on Twilight Zone. It was about an old woman who had once seen Death and spent her life holed up in a dark basement, never going out, nor allowing anyone in. A young police officer is wounded and asks for aid. Touched, the woman helps him in and soon finds out the building is to be demolished. The officer tells her to look in the mirror and he can’t be seen. To her horror, she realizes she has allowed Death into her home. The officer gives a profoundly beautiful speech reassuring her and saying it’s not a loss, but a passage and that it is no great tearing asunder from life. In the closing shot, they walk hand in hand into the light.”
Sid cleared his throat, clearly moved by the officer’s monologue. “Sarah, this woman tried to shut Death out, but she also blocked out Love. Her life was spent half buried in the dark because she feared the inevitable and missed everything that makes life most worth living. By never opening herself to the journey, she missed the precious opportunities life sends. She was still as frightened and naïve as an aged crone as she was when young.
“We don’t know who Esther’s Harris was, but it’s safe to say she embraced love in her life at some point. She seems like she grabbed it in a full body hug. Whether Harris was a hallucination or not, he was real to her and it’s all that matters. The love she still holds in her heart has given her peace at the end of her life when she needs it most.”
Buy links -
I’d love to give you those right now, but The Tantric Therapist is in Kindle Scout, where I hope it gets loads of nominations. The winners get an exclusive contract with Amazon. Interested readers can go to this link and if they like the excerpt, nominate it. https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/1VSOVEEG7BXQ9
What an interesting excerpt! I'll have to check this out in more detail. Thanks for sharing. Lets see what else we can find out about Everly!
Nestled in her beloved Midwest, Everly Rush is
an animal lover, avid gardener, good cook and
yoga enthusiast. She is driven to create tales of
love and mystery with humor in the mix.
Follow Everly at:
Thanks so much, Everly, for visiting and sharing your book and humorous incident! I hope you have great sales with your story and look forward to reading more from you.
If you are a visitor, please leave a comment and let us know you stopped by. We love to hear from our readers.
Check out what I won at Kayelle Allen's RLF blog! Check out the tweets below!
Welcome to my Blog! If you are an author - I am always willing to post your promotional work here. I enjoy hosting new and veteran authors and look forward to having you on my blog. Please click on the link below and sign up!