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Greetings all. This is the final newsletter for our Sizzle in the Snow anthology. Actually, I am a tad late, as this was due out yesterday. My apologies. Without any further ado…

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December 15, 2015

SIZZLE IN THE SNOW: A SOUL MATE CHRISTMAS COLLECTION

Eight steamy romances by eight Soul Mate Publishing authors . . .

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This Christmas season, Soul Mate Publishing and editor, Char Chaffin, presents Sizzle In The Snow: A Soul Mate Christmas Collection, an anthology now available on Amazon and Soul Mate Publishing. The featured authors and their stories include:

Welcome to our eighth and final newsletter in celebration of the release of

Sizzle In The Snow: A Soul Mate Christmas Collection.

Inside you’ll find great decorating tips, recipes and cocktails, excerpts, craft ideas, song links, holiday memories, and personalized cards and poems by the authors!

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Book Corner

We promised a sneak peek, so here goes . . .

Author Amy Deason shares an excerpt of her short story, Second Chances: A Christmas Story!

 

Octavia turned and was headed out the door when she stopped, looking back over her shoulder, her mouth turned up in a smile. “I just thought you might be interested to know that Michael Dennison is the coach.”

Grace stopped in her tracks. “Michael?” she asked, her heart skipping a beat.

For a moment, she forgot to breathe. Michael Dennison. Good Lord, that man had been hot. Tall with an athletic build, dark brown hair and incredible blue eyes, he caught her attention no matter where she was. Or he used to the last time she’d seen him, several years ago when she’d been down here for a visit.

“I see you remember him,” Octavia laughed, topping in the doorway and turning back.

“Of course I do. How could I not? But wait, he’s the basketball coach here? I thought he moved away to the city.”

“Oh, he did, but he got divorced three years ago and moved back. He’s got a little girl, Nicole. Actually,” Octavia mused, tilting her head, “she’s about the same age as Gracie. Hey, maybe they could become friends. And no, before you ask, I don’t think he’s involved with anyone. Yet,” she drawled out, her intention crystal clear.

Grace could feel her face heating up. “Come on, you don’t seriously think he’d be interested in me do you? I mean, he was so good looking . . .”

“And you’re what? Chopped liver? Give me a break.”Octavia rolled her eyes dramatically. “I know for a fact that the man had the hots for you for a long time. I doubt that’s changed. Oh and one more thing…”

“What?”

“If I were you, I’d find that charger for your phone. I have a feeling that you might be getting a message pretty soon,” her friend replied mischievously. “Well, gotta go. See you tomorrow about five.,” she said, dashing out the door before Grace could say another word.

“Mom, Lee won’t get out of my room!” Grace yelled, her voice traveling down the stairs.

With a sigh, Grace started up the steps and heard Lee giggling hysterically.

Oh man, she thought, I’ve got to find that charger.

 

Cocktail Corner

 

Busy shopping, wrapping and socializing?

Kick back with a festive cocktail!mocktail pic

Recipe shared by Kim Hotzon:

Cuban Mojito

Recipe = single serving

  • 2-3 fresh mint leaves
  • 1/2 ounce lime juice
  • 1 teaspoon white sugar, or more to taste
  • 1/4 cup ice cubes, or more as needed
  • 5 – 2 fluid ounces white Bacardi rum
  • 4 1/2 ounces club soda

Place mint leaves, lime juice and sugar in bottom of a glass and muddle with a spoon until mint is crushed. Fill glass with ice cubes. Pour rum and soda over the ice; stir. Serve with stirring spoon and garnish with fresh lime wedge.

Optional: Muddle fresh blueberries, raspberries or blackberries in with mint, lime and sugar for a refreshing switch to this classic cocktail.

Optional: Replace club soda with 7-UP for a sweeter, fizzier drink.

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Holiday Memory Corner      Oct 15 holiday memory

Authors CD Hersh share their unforgettable holiday memory . . .

A Paper Christmas Tree

What do you do when you’re poor and don’t have the money for a Christmas tree?

Years ago when we were recently married college students, we were in that predicament. Not only did we not have a tree, we didn’t have much floor space to spare in our on-campus studio apartment. What we did have was access to hundreds of discarded, rectangular, IBM punch cards which Catherine liked to turn into paper wreaths. So, we got creative.

 

Using the IBM punch cards, some staples, a few cardboard rounds, and some string, we created a one-of-kind, paper Christmas tree that we hung from the ceiling.

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We put the Christmas cards we received in the center of the wreaths as decorations.

After the holiday was over we pitched the paper tree (we had no storage room either), but the memories of that first Christmas tree linger—unique and precious like our love.

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Oct 15 recipe         Recipe Corner

 

Company coming over? Author Tina Susedik dishes up her favorite holiday recipe:

 Holiday Recipe: Fruit Nut Sheet Bars

 

This is a recipe that was a favorite of my siblings (there are seven of us) as we grew up. I made it a few times for my husband and kids, but I’m the only one who ever ate them, so I stopped. Last year we were at one of my older sisters’ for a Christmas party. To my joy, there they were, sitting right on top of other bars. She said she was the only one who ate them, but since several of us siblings were coming, she made them. Ah, the joy of sitting with her, dipping the bars in hot chocolate, just like the old days.

 

Fruit Nut Sheet

Ingredients

1 cup chopped English walnuts

1 cup brown sugar

1 1/4 cup seedless dates – cut into small pieces

1 cup flour

3 eggs

1 tsp. baking powder

Powdered sugar

 

Beat sugar and eggs together. Dredge dates and walnuts in flour/baking powder mixture. Add to sugar and egg mixture. Pour into shallow, greased baking pan. Bake for 1/2 hour at 300 degrees. Cut and shake bars in powdered sugar until coated.

 

These tend to get hardened after a time, so dipping them in coffee or hot chocolate is a fun way to soften them up.

 

 

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MUSIC CORNER

Listen up! Cheryl Yeko shares her favorite holiday song:   Oct 15 music

 

Song Title: O’ Holy Night

By Susan Boyle

 

Song Link: https://youtu.be/JxCO5BGQIcs

 

 

 

Oct 15 craft corner

Craft Corner

 

Looking for a simple craft to do with your children or grandchildren? Feeling crafty?

Crystal Firsdon shares an easy to do, festive DIY craft:

 

When I open the ornament box every year and see pictures of my family and how they looked 2 or 5 or more years ago, I love it. Photo ornaments are my favorite, and so easy to make yourself. I take a favorite family photo from the past year, or my kids’ school pictures, and glue the picture to the cover of an old Christmas card. I cut out the shape I want the ornament to be out of the card, punch a hole in the top, string some ribbon through the hole, and voila! Instant picture ornament. Getting it laminated will help keep it safe.

You can also glue the picture to some cool wrapping paper, then glue the wrapping paper to a piece of cardboard or other sturdy backing. And of course, there are lots of pre-made kits out there where you put the pieces together and then insert your picture. Those are great, too.

 

 

 

 

Decorating Corner      Oct 15 decorating

Time to bring out the mistletoe! Author Beth Carter has a great decorating tip!

Fill a glass bowl with a bag of cranberries. Add water. The cranberries will float to the top.  Add several white tea lights. These will also float. Enjoy this natural, pretty holiday decoration!

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Holiday Card

What’s a holiday without a personalized card by one of your favorite authors? Author Ryan Jo Summers shares her holiday wishes:

sizzle Dec 15 cardWarmest thoughts & best wishes for a wonderful Christmas holiday and a happy new year!

 

Of course, as authors we love our readers, and we couldn’t pass up an opportunity to offer swag, free books, and a grand prize which was awarded to one lucky blog/newsletter follower!

Congratulations to our grand prize winner Brooke Patricia! Several other winners were chosen for free gift cards, books and prizes!

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Grand Prize

Thank you to everyone for joining our Facebook Launch Party on November 19th!

Missed the Facebook party? You can now purchase a copy of Sizzle In The Snow: A Soul Mate Christmas Collection!

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Follow the authors’ blogs for a sneak peek of this wonderful collection!

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This is a story about the Salem witchcraft and of romance blooming in such an unlikely time and place.

In 1692 the fear of witchcraft is spreading around Salem village. While those who are accused and sentenced face death, everyone else faces the risk of accusations placed upon them.

As Emmalynn Hawthorne, the daughter of a woman hung for witchcraft, places a bouquet of flowers upon her mother’s grave, a circle of black roses sprouts out of thin air. Dark magic, the roses strike fear through her heart when Mary Pruett and the handsome new-comer, James DeKane, spy upon her as they pass along the traveling road. Emmalynn flees and her panic soon turns into terror as another vine of black roses sprouts and grows throughout the inside of her home. Is she a witch? Will she be the next accused?

James DeKane has secrets of his own—ones that could prove deadly for him and anyone he holds dear. At fault for the untimely death of his parents, he must protect his hidden brother and dying sister, all while fearing that the haunting prophecy bestowed upon him at birth will come to pass. Desperate and fighting the monster deep inside of him, he’s searching for the one love who can alter his destiny.

Here is a little sampling of Where the Black Roses Grow:

Twenty-five men and women were accused.

Nineteen hung to their death on Gallow Hills.

One suffocated under bone crushing stones.

All believed to possess the power of witchcraft.

A gentle spring breeze blew the soft flower petals of the bouquet lying against my chest. They fluttered against my black, cotton dress as my feet crunched through the twigs and rocks along the dirt path.

The flowers were nothing more than the wild vegetation that bloomed around my home. Not akin to the pretty sprays of flora most set upon the crosses of their departed loved ones. Flowers of worth were not allowed in this part of the graveyard.

I tiptoed down the path past the only other mourners imploring the free-grace of God as they cried and prayed, their whispered prayers the same pleas bespoken before countless times.

One of the mourners watched me as I passed her with a look of judgment in her eyes. The brewing disdain spread through her rigid shoulders.

“I know where thou travel.” Her eyes narrowed as her words quivered from her lips. “Disgrace upon thou for thy betrayal to God, the Church, and to the honored Reverend.”

“My apologies for thy erroneous belief.” Trapped between my fear and her hatred, my teeth clenched.

The woman gasped, covering her mouth at my curt dismissal, but I ignored her and continued through the graveyard.

Leaves rustle from the tall trees as beams of sunlight danced around me. My grip upon the bouquet tightened, bending the stems and tugging at the petals. I tucked my chin deeper toward my chest then lifted my hand unto my face sheltering my eyes. I continued down through the maze of overgrown weeds and through the broken rotten wood gate.

I cared not for the mourner’s ill-placed belief, for my soul mourned the loss of my mother–the falsely condemned witch.

Along the meadow in the outskirts of town near the peddler’s road, the damned and cursed lay in shallow graves, devoid of headstones, unless a family member willing to bear the burden of shame bestowed them with one.

While not a conviction sin, the mere act of visiting this cursed part of the graveyard caused whispers–a scary thought in times of preternatural torment. One never wishes for another to speak about their actions, and my audacious defiance toyed with betrayal toward all held sacred.

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Want to know more about Angela?

Angela lives on a ranch with her husband, two daughters, and many farm animals. She was born and raised in Nevada, and grew up riding and showing horses from hunter jumper, English equitation, western pleasure, trail, and halter. While she doesn’t show anymore, she still loves to trail ride her paint horse, Honky. In December of 2007, she and her husband moved to Oklahoma.

From a young age, she always wanted to write a novel. However, she never believed she could write anything well enough for a publisher to even consider her. Every time the desire flickered, she shoved the thought from her mind until one morning, in 2009, she awoke with the determination to follow her dream.

You can visit her website at http://www.angelachristinaarcher.com

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Sam Wyatt cover The True One

 

I really like that cover. Welcome, Samanthya, and in a few sentences, what can you tell us about THE TRUE ONE?

His ship in splinters and his men captured, Stephen is a broken man. Yet the torture he received by his enemies is nothing compared to the torment he bears from an angel with lavender eyes.

Jennifer left England full of a young girl’s fantasies of romance and adventure. When she cares for a near death captain, memories emerge of the family she left behind. Will the passion they share be enough? He must choose – her or revenge.

 RJS: Awesome! Now, let’s get chatty shall we? Can you tell us about you and your book?

SW: Ever since I can remember, I have loved curling up with a book. Finally I retired from my day job!

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RJS: Bet that felt sweet? So what is your typical day like now?

SW: My morning usually starts with a cup of Java. If I’m lucky, hubby gets up first and brings me a cup of coffee in bed. Mmmm. What a way to greet the day!

RJS: Oh yeah, absolutely sweet. So you have tons of time to write now, right?

SW: I don’t have to tell any writer how difficult it is to find time to put words to paper, let alone create them in your mind. But I am finding I do not have the abundance of time I thought I would to contribute to my writing.

My neighbor came to my house one day and said, “We see you leave in the morning and you don’t come home. Didn’t you retire?”

RJS: Yes, to a curious neighbor, that could be suspicious. So what gives? 

SW: Between soccer games, football games and cheerleading, I’m keeping the road hot. And I am blessed to have more time with my mother.

The early hours could be anything from a lazy, relaxing, take time to dress morning—to a set the alarm, get my granddaughter to school or take mom to the doctor morning. Then there are the mornings of anticipation where I head to my laptop for a few precious moments of picking my brain. I fully expect to see smoke one of these days.

RJS:  Actually, I do see some smoke. So I’m guessing no rocking chairs in your retirement?

 SW: I love to have fun. My hubby is so silly. And his playfulness has rubbed off on me. Anything can come out of my mouth sometimes, just for fun. I’ll say things that don’t make sense, have people raising their eyebrows, or just busting out with laughter. And, at my age I still love rollercoasters. Where the heck is the top of this thing?

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One of the things I looked forward to was spending more time with hubby. Cruising in our 1969 Mustang convertible is just one of the perks. And my day is not complete without a kiss from my hubby goodnight.

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RJS: Now that is just plain sweet. The stuff a good romance is made of. Surely spending time with hubby inspires some good stuff for writing. What is the most important thing you have taken away from retiring and now writing full time, getting THE TRUE ONE published and having extra time for your family? To encapsulate it in one sentence, what would all that boil down to? 

SW: I’m just enjoying life.

 RJS: Beautiful. Now, on to your book. Tell us more, please…

SW: I’m thrilled to celebrate my new historical, The True One. This is the thrilling sequel of the One and Only series. Now we find out what happened to Kat’s brother.

RJS: Okay, take it away…

“The True One”      

 

Captain Stephen Radbourn accepts an intriguing proposition which results in horror. His ship in splinters and his men captured, he is a broken man. A band of rebels rescue their leader from a dungeon, taking the near dead captain with them. Fearing capture and thinking the tortured man will die, they leave Stephen in the care of a woman, who he believes is an angel of mercy. A man of passion, with a trail of satisfied maidens to prove it, he finds his heart captured by the lovely widow. But she forces him to choose—her or revenge.

 

Jennifer Faircloth departed England full of a young girl’s fantasies of romance and adventure. Her young husband dies leaving her a widow to survive alone in a foreign land. When a near death English captain is dropped at her door, memories emerge of the family she foolishly left behind. While caring for him, her curious imagination turns to an overwhelming awareness she cannot deny. He must flee for his life and he takes her with him—back to England—back to the family she’d deserted. She wants her family to forgive her, but she wants Stephen’s love even more.

 

RJS: Now that just begs to be read. I can’t wait to get my copy. To find Samanthya, please visit her website here: http://www.samanthyawyatt.com

 In the meantime, please enjoy an excerpt from The True One: 

He was dead.

He had to be. For serenity enclosed him. Fresh air cloaked him. A cloud of softness wrapped him. Comfort would mean he’d gone to heaven, when he had been destined for hell. Slowly, Stephen became aware of soreness, then stinging, then blinding pain. Sure signs of hell.

The lilting voice of an angel drew him to an unbelievable place of calm. The honeyed sound soothed his mind to a state of ease. Alleviating his anxiety. Diminishing his pain. The most enchanting dream he’d ever held.

He opened his eyes with excruciating sluggishness. The first glimpse of light splintered his skull with a sharp stabbing. He slammed his eyes closed with a long groan. He’d been denied sunlight for so long, he thought never to see the light of day again.

His insides still stuck to his backbone. He breathed as deeply as his broken ribs allowed, then grounded his teeth over the agonizing ache. Slashing pain shot through his jaw stirring more memories. Oh yes. That had been broken too.

A bed? He took a moment to grasp his surroundings. Unfamiliar hands. Gentle hands. He thought he’d felt movement at one time, dreamed he was in a wagon.

Flashes of torture penetrated his skull—men with curved knives and jeweled handles, shackles, a pit for a prison cell. He struggled with the bonds squeezing him when the sweetest sound of an angel pulled him from the dark fog. Reassuring hands swabbed a wet cloth over his feverish skin and coaxed him to swallow. Blessed relief to his parched lips. Now he lolled in a bed.

With a sense of unease he pondered his situation, wondering what state of play brought him to this consequence. He inhaled, taking in pleasant air. No stench. No slimy creatures. Where was he? At this point he didn’t care. As long as he no longer suffered the Raj’s torture.

Slowly, and more cautious this time, he lifted one lid to a narrow slit. The swelling around his eye had gone down considerably. He glanced down to find a hand-sewn quilt, like the ones his mother made. Definitely a bed. Which also resembled his English heritage. Had he somehow been transported back to England?

He rolled his head against the pillow’s softness. His mind wandered restlessly through a mirage of shadows. His ribs were on fire. He searched the room. A window stood open and the thin covering wavered as if the wind blew gently to make it dance. A crude piece of furniture beyond the bed with items scattered about. To the right a door. He wondered who was on the other side. Friend or adversary? He closed his eyes for a moment, seeking relief. Ignoring the pain in his skull, he turned his head to the right and saw the delicate creature in his dream. An angel of mercy, with dark hair falling about her shoulders. Long sweeping lashes brushed velvety cheeks. Instant awareness surged through his body. At least the devils hadn’t killed that part of him.

On the heels of that thought, he wondered if she were a maid or the wife of some possessive husband. If she were his wife—perish the thought—he would never leave her alone in any room with a strange man, incapacitated or no. Especially not in close proximity of a bed.

And he was naked. Bare as a new baby’s bottom.

 Thank you, Samanthya for joining me today! I wish you best luck with your new book.

The True One’s link: http://amzn.to/1uSAlFl

To buy it now:  http://www.amazon.com/True-One-Only-Book-ebook/dp/B00R3POS7G/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1418823211&sr=1-1&keywords=the+true+one

Samanthya Wyatt is also on facebook, goodreads and amazon.

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 Buy links:

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AVAILABLE THIS MONTH FROM SOUL MATE PUBLISHING: 

                                          A Mighty Good Man Rebecca Neely

Rebecca Neely is visiting us now, and she so thoughtfully brought us a Mighty Good Man.

Rebecca, first, welcome to the blog. Now, we have all heard a good man is hard to find. Some swear it is true. But you found one, or at least your heroine did.  This sounds interesting.

It is. This is my blurb, which I am happy to share: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Hank Jerry…

Her personal and professional life on the skids, a family emergency forces her to return to the small town, and the aunt, she left behind. 

Jack ‘Gent’ Darcy…

Fresh out of prison, he’s bent on cutting ties with the Creds, but when you’re a war counselor in a national gang, they don’t let you just walk away.

Injured and on the run, Jack lands on Hank’s doorstep, and makes her a proposition she can’t refuse: write his story about life inside one of the most powerful gangs in the country.

It’s simple – she’ll get her career groove back, and he’ll bury the gang, then disappear – his version of freedom.

Only problem is, they can’t help falling for each other, and they’ve both got something to hide that could blow up in their faces.

With time running out and gang enforcers closing in, will the trust they’ve forged survive the ultimate test?

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Yes, that’s definitely attention-getting. Where can we learn more?

At Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecca-E-Neely/740166889351411

And at Twitter

https://twitter.com/RebeccaNeely1

And my website of course, http://www.rebeccaeneely.com

buy here:   http://tinyurl.com/ld7poze

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What was the inspiration for your hero and heroine’s story?

Until I was about sixteen, my family ran a Mom and Pop restaurant, serving up homemade spaghetti and meatballs, soups and He-man breakfasts. I grew up there, working, cooking and eating, and meeting all kinds of interesting people. That hallowed place is long gone, but lives on in my memory, and inspired me for the setting in A Mighty Good Man. It’s a cool, retro style diner, and that’s where a lot of the action takes place.

The heroine, Hank Jerry, is a tough talking, twentieth century broad. The hero, Jack ‘Gent’ Darcy, is a strange combination of gentleman and hood. Together, they smooth out each other’s rough spots, and rough out some of the smooth.

I think all writers form impressions everyday they carry into their writing at some point or another, even years later. For example, about two years ago, when I was out to breakfast one morning with my family, our waitress struck me as a character, physically. She was a young woman in her early twenties, with dishwater blond hair bordering on dredlocks, tattoos on her wrists, slender, skin tight jeans, wearing Ugg boots – the perfect combination of grit and polish. I already had ‘Hank’ in my mind, and it’s like I was looking at her that morning. I love those kinds of moments.

Yes, I am always on the lookout for random, ordinary things that anyone else would miss, but we can capture and use.

The idea for Hank and Jack’s story had been part of my imagination for several years before I got to write it. Above all, I wanted the story to be a fast read, one that people could escape to while they waited for their kids to finish soccer, or sat in the doctor’s office, or were stuck in the airport. I’ve always loved short stories, and I aspired to that in telling this story.

Have you always wanted to be a writer? If not that, what would your dream career be? 

I think I’ve always been a writer at heart, though I segued into Accounting (yikes!) for about a decade. Rows and columns seem to be the antithesis of creativity, but organization is something I’m good at, and really helps me to get my arms around a story.

No doubt, organization is key for successful writing. Do your characters tell their own story or do you pretty much have it all planned out when you start writing? (Do you have the ending in mind at the beginning or are you surprised?) 

For me, like most things in life, nothing is completely cut and dried. When I started writing Jack and Hank’s story, I had certain ideas about what would happen in the story, but as I wrote, things morphed and changed, and I welcomed that. I don’t want to box myself in, but I definitely like to have a framework.

I work out a lot of plot problems and come up with ideas while I’m walking, which I try to do daily. Something about the physical activity and the change of scenery really seems to ‘percolate’ ideas for me. I’ve had many ‘aha!’ moments during my walks. I’m sure people see me talking to myself and think I’m crazy.

With the fact most everyone it seems is going around talking on their phone headsets or speakers, not so crazy for us.   

How does your writing—and published!– life compete with ‘the real world? (work, home, family, friends, etc…)

I’m a single mother, and my 12 year old daughter keeps me busy, with activities, homework – and all the things that keep a mother busy. Sometimes, trying to carve out writing time is challenging, but I know at some point, I’ll get it, and I try not to fret about it too much, because my daughter is my priority above all. I don’t write every day, but often, I’m writing in my head, or coming up with ideas, and taking down voice memos on my smart phone as things strike me. After a few days, all that creativity gets stored up and comes gushing out the next time I sit down to write.

Bonus question– what’s next for you? WIP? I am currently working on a paranormal romance. That’s out of my comfort zone, and that’s one of the reasons I wanted to do it. I wanted to do something totally different than what I had before, and keep challenging myself. At the same time, it’s a story that was begging to be told, and I followed my instinct on that.

What kind of snacks or motivations do you keep handy to keep you going? I adore cheese and crackers, and I always keep a really good quality hunk of cheddar on hand. That’s my savory. I’m not a chocaholic, but more of a cookie monster. I love a good cookie. That’s my sweet!

What is your idea of a perfect writing day? Get my daughter off to school, maybe stop by this fantastic local bakery and get a cheese Danish, come back home and have a second cup of coffee, and write new material for a few hours. I enjoy huddling by the furnace on a cold, rainy day, with a pen and paper, before I get to the laptop. It’s very satisfying, for it to be just me and my story – kind of like the boy in the movie, The Never Ending Story, who’s reading his book all alone, in the forgotten attic of his school.

The most satisfying thing for me as a writer is to have started with a blank page, and at the end of the day, to have written a few really good pages, that sometimes, took a turn I didn’t expect, and wound up being even better than my original idea.

Yes, that is a satisfaction I think we live for.  How do you handle the edit process? As you go, day by day or in chunks or some other method?

I like to let what I write one day steep for a bit, then come back to it the next day, or even days later. Often, I’ll see a way to arrange it I hadn’t thought of, or recognize a plot hole I hadn’t seen before. Then, I edit and word smith to my heart’s content. Often, when I’m editing, I find new connections, and ways of adding emotional depth, and that gives me ideas for upcoming scenes, and ways of fleshing out previous scenes.

What is the most important thing you’ve learned since you’ve become a published author?

Patience. After I sold my first book, I think I put a lot of pressure on myself to quickly follow up with a second. However, I found out that trying to force myself to write is counterproductive, and in general, just no fun. I’ve learned to have more patience with myself, and my creative process. Ideation, creation, sculpting a story is hard work, but I know it comes with time, and I put my faith in that.

Awesome. I appreciate your thorough answers. I am willing to guess lots of us writers see ourselves in some of your processes, methods and schedules. You can bet I’ll be checking out A MIGHTY GOOD MAN. Before you go, could you please toss us a quick teaser, just to whet our appetites?

Sure, how about this?   ~~~~~~~

From the shadows behind the dumpster, a man emerged and limped toward her, clutching his side, his chest heaving, clouds of his breath hanging in the April air.

“Hide me!” he gasped.

“What the hell?” Heart pounding, Hank retreated a few steps and threw her cigarette to the ground. Blood, bruises, panic—all of it oozed from this man who’d materialized like smoke.

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Rebecca, thank you for dropping in today. It’s been a great pleasure and I am sure A MIGHTY GOOD MAN is also a Mighty Good Read. I can’t wait to read more about Hank and Jack.

 

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The Turning Stone Chronicles – Not a Normal World

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Recently I had the chance to have Catherine and Donald Hersh, husband & wife writing team  that make up pseudonym C.D.Hersh come visit my blog. I am excited to share this with you. Today there are going to talk about their book  Blood Brothers, which is number two for The Turning Stone Chronicles.  Catherine and Donald, welcome and take it away.

 

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Ryan Jo, thanks so much for having us with you today. You mentioned you’d be interested in an explanation of the series. It just so happens a few weeks ago we created a series blurb for The Turning Stone Chronicles.

Three ancient Celtic families.

A magical Bloodstone that enables the wearers to shape shift.

A charge to use the stone’s power to benefit mankind,

and a battle, that is going on even today,

to control the world.

Can the Secret Society of shape shifters called the Turning Stone Society heal itself

and bring peace to our world?

 

Book one of the series, The Promised One, is about the discovery of the good shape-shifter faction’s most recent Promised One, a shape-shifter savior who will bring the two warring factions together. When book two, Blood Brothers, opens, the Keeper of the Stone has just discovered not one potential Promised One, but two: Rhys Temple and Alexi Jordan. Never in the history of The Turning Stone society has such a discovery been made, calling into question the interpretation of the prophesy about the Promised One. Shape-shifter Delaney Ramsey is called in to help the Keeper of the Stone mentor his new protégés. Unbeknownst to him, the rogue kingpin, Falhman, and his henchwoman Sylvia Jordan Riley have discovered Rhys, too. And so the battle begins.

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We have five books planned for the series and possibly a prequel or two. If there is enough interest and we are not tired of the characters after five books.

 

The timing of the books’ release is not set in stone. We have edits on book three waiting for us as soon as our blog tour is over. So we expect that it will be out some time next year. Book four is in the detailed planning stage where we create the scene outlines and weave the plots together. Book five plots keep changing because we are still adding interesting twists, depending upon what our characters do in book four. We tend to plot heavily, yet leave room for our characters and the elusive muse to take us to unexpected places.

 

Speaking of the unexpected, our shifters are not the run-of-the-mill shape shifters. Normally, when one thinks about shape shifters, human to animal is what comes to mind. Curses and the power of the moon are also commonly used to cause uncontrolled shifting. Our shifters control their shape shifting via the magic they obtain from the power of the ancient bloodstone given to the original three families by Celtic druids. This stone has been cut into a finite number of rings. Each has a magic inscription inside, that when read releases the magic that begins the shape-shifting process.

 

This shifting is based on the fact that all of us have three states of personality: Id, Ego, and Super-ego. For purposes of our world this translates into three levels of shifting. Of course this takes some training, which all shifters are not privy to. Our shape-shifting world is filled with shifters who have achieved various levels of shape-shifting skill.

 

  • Mimic shifting – This is the lowest level of shifter skill and doesn’t require training. By looking at or envisioning a person, a shifter can take the form of that individual. All shifters can mimic shift as this is the basic skill.
  • Alter-ego shifting – This is the second level of shifter skill that is obtained after some training. Male shifters can access their feminine side and shift into their female alter-ego. Vice versa for females.
  • Animal shifting – This is the third level of shifter skill obtained after much training. The shifter does not know what their animal ego is until they reach this skill level.

 

Each of these levels have their own issues, problems, and benefits. Here is an excerpt from book one, The Promised One that shows mimic shifting. This shifter does not know what the power of the ring is yet. He gets quite a surprise.

There had been nothing in the mugging, nothing in the car, and now he had the cops on his tail. The memory of him lying on the ground—his trim beard, chiseled face, and hairy, muscled body—flooded into Shaw’s mind. He shook his head trying to clear the image, but it wouldn’t go away.

A spasm shot through his chest and he stumbled. Gotta hide. Get out of here. He swung into an alley. The pain ripped his chest in half. Unable to move, he collapsed against a building. I’m done for now.

Drawing his knees to his chest, he hid his face against them. Maybe the cop wouldn’t come down this alley. He held his breath, cursing the day he’d killed Baron Jordan. As he stilled, the hand wearing the ring he’d stolen tingled. The tingling spread through his whole body.

Am I having another heart attack? Probably just as well. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in jail.

Something jabbed him in the shoulder.

“Hey, you. Look at me.”

The crackle of the police radio told him a cop stood in front of him. Shaw raised his head, his heart racing frantically.

The cop eyed him then scanned the alley. “Sorry. I thought you were someone else. Anybody come into this alley?”

Blood roared in Shaw’s ears. Had he heard right?

The cop raised his voice a notch and repeated the question.

The stupid pig didn’t recognize him. He shook his head.

The cop peered closer. “Are you okay? You’re a little pale.”

He nodded, wiped his hand over his mouth, and then over his chin. Dumbfounded, he repeated the motion.

He had a beard! Where had that come from?

 

We thought you should really get to meet the main characters in Blood Brothers, too, so here is an extra excerpt introducing the hero and heroine of this story:

 

Harry Williams paused at the entrance to Alexi’s ER room, hand hovering over the doorknob, uncertain when he heard the voices inside. Did she have company? He peeked in through a crack in the window curtain. The only people he recognized were Alexi and Rhys. He moved from the door, planning to return later.

“Captain,” Rhys called as he opened the door. “Come in.”

“I’m not intruding?”

“No. Alexi will be glad to see you.”

Harry stepped into the room. Going immediately to her bedside, he set the small vase of flowers he’d brought on the nightstand. “Didn’t know what kind you liked.”

Retrieving the vase, she held the flowers to her nose and inhaled. “These are gorgeous, Captain. Thank you.”

Tubes stuck into his favorite homicide detective’s arms. She seemed so helpless hooked to the equipment. Not at all like the fearless woman he knew. “You going to be okay?”

“I’ve got to stay in for a few days, but then I should be fine.”

He glared at Rhys. “How did you let her get mauled by a panther?”

“She ran in ahead of me … like she always does.”

“Headstrong woman,” Harry said to Alexi.

“That’s what makes me so good,” she replied with a smile that lit her drawn face. Alexi directed his attention toward the older man. “This is Eli McCraigen, an old friend of Baron’s, and this,” she said, pointing to the woman, “is Delaney Ramsey. Our boss, Captain Harry Williams.”

Giving Eli a cursory nod, Harry then turned toward Delaney. A pair of turquoise eyes shown out of a china doll face, with the slightest hint of a middle age crease around her cupid bow mouth. A minute past before he found his voice. “Ms. Delaney, nice to meet you,” he said with a squeak. He hadn’t jumped octaves like that since his teenage acne cleared.

Smiling, her face lit. Amused, no doubt, by him. His gaze swept over her. She had a body a man could lose himself in. When she caught him enjoying the view, she blushed and returned the favor.

The once-over caused him to respond faster than he thought possible. A woman had not made him react like that in a long time. Women were a distraction. One he’d only dallied with occasionally since his wife left him. They all ran the minute they heard he was a career cop.

 

Title – Blood Brothers, The Turning Stone Chronicles

Author – C.D. Hersh

Genre – Paranormal Suspense Romance

Heat Level – Sensual

Release Date: October 29, 2014

Blurb:

When Delaney Ramsey is enlisted to help train two of the most powerful shape shifters the Turning Stone Society has seen in thousands of years, she suspects one of them is responsible for the disappearance of her daughter. To complicate matters, the man has a secret that could destroy them all. Bound by honor to protect the suspect, Delaney must prove his guilt without losing her life to his terrible powers or revealing to the police captain she’s falling for that she’s a shape shifter with more than one agenda.

 

The minute Captain Williams lays eyes on Delaney Ramsey, he knows she’s trouble. Uncooperative, secretive, and sexy, he can’t get her out of his mind. When he discovers she has a personal agenda for sifting through all the criminal records in his precinct, and secretly investigating his best detective, he can’t let her out of his sight. He must find out what she’s looking for before she does something illegal. If she steps over the line, he’s not certain he can look the other way for the sake of love.

 

Hook:

Shape shifter Delaney Ramsey’s daughter is missing, and she is bound by honor to protect the man she suspects of the deed. To bring him to justice, she must go against her code, the leader of the secret shifter society, and the police captain she is falling for.

 

Links:

Amazon buy link for The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles): http://t.co/yW59QqvkLh

Amazon buy link for Blood Brothers (The Turning Stone Chronicles): not available till 10/29/14

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CDHersh

Bio:

Putting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.

Together they have co-authored a number of dramas, six which have been produced in Ohio, where they live. Their interactive Christmas production had five seasonal runs in their hometown and has been sold in Virginia, California, and Ohio. Their most recent collaborative writing efforts have been focused on romance. The first book of their paranormal romance series entitled The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles) is available on Amazon. The second book in the series Blood Brothers became available October 29, 2014 from Soul Mate Publishing.

Where you can find CD:

Website: http://cdhersh.wordpress.com/

Soul Mate Publishing: http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cdhershauthor

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/C.-D.-Hersh/e/B00DV5L7ZI

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorCDHersh

Well, I’m about breathless from all that excitement and information. This series sounds absolutely wonderful. Catherine and Donald, thank you so much for both of you to come visit on my blog, share your world and introduce us to your characters.  I wish you both many sales and great success with the Chronicles.

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I am pleased to introduce a new author with the Soul Mate family. Today she is here to talk about her novel, “The Ranch Hand‘,  available with Wild Rose Press.

 

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BLURB:

Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive, until his boss and uncle informs him one of the new cowboys coming in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the cowboy turns out to be a cowgirl—a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty. Trying to avoid her doesn’t work. The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness toward her grows.

Bobby Jo’s Texas upbringing taught her to give just as good as she gets, a quality Jason finds frustrating and all the more endearing in this Southern Belle. When an accident on the trail places her in possible danger, Jason realizes she means more to him than he thought. The question is, does she feel the same?

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Erin, that sounds great. What inspired you to write this story?  I received an email for a chance to enter a short story for a Cowboy Anthology for women. I quickly wrote a story, but it was rejected. I decided since I had spent some time on this story, I might as well mold it and make it what I wanted it to be, so that’s what I did. I deleted several scenes and made the ones I had deeper point of view and added new scenes. The Ranch Hand is much better now because it got rejected the first time.

That  makes sense. Most of us do that at least once. So that leads me to, what is your general writing style? My writing style? I’m not really sure. I think it’s still changing. I love first person point of view, and eventually I’ll write something in first person, but my main goal is to write like I’m talking to you. I’m not sure if my stories come across that way yet, but I hope that eventually they will. I’m still learning!

We’ve all heard it said It Takes Time and Practice to Be the Best Writer We Can Be.  So, in that vein, what is next for you? Next for me is another cowboy story called Wedding Day. I’m currently in the very final stages of editing. Once I finish the final read through and make the appropriate changes, I will send it off for chances at publication. Wedding Day has been a work in progress for two years. I’ll do a major happy dance when it get’s picked up. (notice, I said when and not if. I’m trying to send good vibes out into the world!)

Yes, think positive and send good vibes. It sure can’t hurt. Now, what has surprised you about being a published author? What surprises did I encounter? I don’t know about surprises per say, I’ll just say that it was hard for me to hon in on these characters. Why? I can’t really tell you. I think it’s because this was my first piece to be edited by a real editor. She asked me questions about the characters and what they were thinking and I honestly couldn’t provide answers at the time. She was an awesome editor and she helped me possess the skills to ask the right questions at the right times in my story and future stories. Like I said, I’m still learning!

As we all are I think. So how long did the process take for this particular ‘lesson’ of The Ranch Hand? How long did the process take: From start to finish a year I believe or maybe a little over. That is including the first drafts and the first rejection for the women’s anthology. After I was rejected and made more edits and changes, I wanted to self publish this story. I almost did last October. I had a cover ready and everything, but I thought I’d give traditional publishing another shot first. I’m so glad I did. The Ranch Hand is so much better for it. Cover, too!
Yes, that cover is interesting. It makes a person stop and wonder. Can you share a bit of what’s between the covers?

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EXCERPT:

His throat tightened as he gave her a quick once
over. Long golden strands covered her shoulders, and her eyes were blue like a clear Montana sky. Her smile penetrated his chest like the stilettos on her heels, and the curve of her hips made his pants constrict.

“Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” he drawled.

“Are you Jason Haverty?” the beauty asked in a
Southern twang.

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She turned. “Mike, over
here. I found him,” she hollered as she waved her arm in the air. The fire engine red handbag she held was some high-priced designer brand, Couch or Nada, something like that, and her luggage had the letters LV all over it.

Maybe those were her initials.

He stood just as a young guy wearing a navy blue T-shirt and skin-tight jeans made his way over to them. This kid was long and lean, had celery stalks for legs, and a zit on the tip of his nose. Hell, she was probably the kid’s girlfriend, which meant she was young, too.

Too young for him.

A damn shame.

“Hey, man, nice to meet you. I’m Mike.” The boy
tipped his hat and held out a calloused hand. Jason shook it.

“Umm…I was told there were only two guys: Mike and Bobby. There wasn’t any mention of bringing a girlfriend.”

Pimples and the beauty both looked at each other and laughed. He didn’t see what was so damn funny.

The girl shifted her black coat to her left arm. “I’m Bobby. Bobby Jo Turner.” She extended her hand.

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The Ranch Hand has all the ingredients of a great read. There are horses and a ranch, a disgruntled handsome cowboy, a protective brother and a beautiful tomboy named Bobby Jo plus a dangerous accident on the trail. The mixture promises to be exciting all the way.

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LINKS to Connect with Erin:

http://www.erinbevan.com/

http://www.facebook.com/erinbevanwrites

Twitter: @ErinBevan

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/ebev85

email: erinbevanwrites@gmail.com

 

Erin, thank you so much for stopping in today and bringing ‘The Ranch Hand’. It sounds like an absolutely wonderful and fun read. Best wishes.

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Today I am excited to have Anne B. Cole visiting. She is here to talk about her debut novel, Souls Entwined, by Soul Mate Publishing. Welcome, Anne!

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First of all, this is your first novel. What can you tell us about it?

Souls Entwined was released April 30, 2014 from Soul Mate Publishing. This is a  romantic suspense time travel paranormal.

Wow, what a mixture. A little something for every reader’s taste. So what is it about?

When a cursed family heirloom sends Gretta Dobbs back in time, a hunky construction worker, Sam Daggett, suddenly finds himself love struck and joins her adventure. Their souls entwine within the bodies of young lovers on a Greek island in 1829, where they begin to unravel the mysteries behind Gretta’s ring all while avoiding a bloodthirsty pirate who is determined to seek revenge. Gretta and Sam must find the secrets needed to save her and her relatives from an afterlife in purgatory and return to their own lives—or risk becoming prisoners of the past, continuing the evil cycle of the ring’s curse.

Awesome. Can you share a little part of it with us?

Excerpt from Chapter Two of Souls Entwined

Not a sound was heard as Sam’s eyes snapped open. Under the branches of the downed tree, Purple Shorts began to stir.

“Sorry, are you okay?” Sam gently lifted his weight off her.

“I think so,” she replied faintly. Sam released his hold on her shoulder, amazed her face wasn’t scratched. He wondered how bad he appeared.

“Do you think you can stand?”

She nodded. Together they rose to their feet, easily stepping out from the tangle of branches. Eyes growing wide, she began to sway.

“Sit,” Sam commanded, steadying her.

“No, look!” She pointed.

Sam gazed over his shoulder. His mouth fell open. Beneath the tree, their bodies lay, motionless.

“Are we . . .” Purple Shorts began.

Sam shook his head slowly. Before she could say more, he interrupted, “I don’t know. Do you feel—”

“Dead?”

He scanned the area for help. Everything around them was still, as if they were watching a movie and someone hit ‘pause.’ No wind, no sound, no movement. He flinched when cold fingers clutched his hand.

Squeezing gently, he lifted her hand in front of their faces. “Can you feel this?”

Purple Shorts nodded.

“I don’t think we’re dead,” Sam whispered, gazing into her blue eyes.

Oh, I have goose bumps already, just reading that short bit. Is there anything…secrets maybe?…or something special about Souls Entwined that you are willing to share?

Sharing secrets is fun! Here are my top five secrets behind Souls Entwined

#5 Pirates!

Johnny Depp’s character, Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of the Caribbean Movies is the inspiration behind Souls Entwined pirate character, Kadir Haty….and yes…Kadir will return in the sequel, Souls Estranged!

#4 Grandmothers and Rings

My real life great, great, great, great grandmother’s name was Roxana, who gave her second granddaughter a garnet ring that was given to her by her brother, who was a US sailor in Europe during the early 1800s. It was passed down through the generations to my grandmother. She gave it to me (I’m also also a second granddaughter) when I was about 12 years old. I’m not aware of any curses on my ring and I wear the heirloom often.

#3 Runners

I enjoy running and once nearly tripped over a squirrel that darted in front of my purple sneakers. During Gretta’s run in the park, Sam watches her suddenly fall. He didn’t see the squirrel that tripped her…this was cut out during edits…Readers don’t know in Souls Entwined that Katarina’s spirit is entwined within the squirrel. In the sequel, Souls Estranged, Katarina’s presence within the squirrel will be revealed in true ‘Katarina style’.

#2 Deleted, but not forgotten

I wrote the first draft of Souls Entwined in composition notebooks. It topped at 150,000 words. In this original, Gretta and Sam don’t meet in the park until Chapter Eight! Needless to say, I have many deleted chapters and scenes to reveal in the future on my blog.

#1 Titles

Souls Entwined was originally titled Maledicta, which is the Latin word for ‘cursed.’ During edits, it was suggested that I change my title to something that is easier for readers to pronounce and remember. Authors tend to bond with their titles, especially their first novels. For weeks I referred to my novel as #1 because I already had the sequel written and was in the editing process. I asked everyone I knew for title ideas and finally came up with Souls Entwined. The #1 nickname stuck and I continue to call it #1 and refer to the sequel as #2. The (yet to be written) final book of the Soul Series is called, you guessed it, #3.

So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed Five Secrets from Souls Entwined! Check out my website and Souls Entwined on Amazon.

Fascinating. So what secrets can you tell us about you, Anne? 

Souls Entwined is my debut release, combining sweet romantic suspense, time travel, and paranormal elements in a New Adult novel attractive to a wide range of readers.

In addition to writing, Anne teaches preschool and is raising three very active teenagers with her husband of twenty-two years. Her love for making fresh baked goodies, running, hiking, historical fiction, and her three pet cats continue to be her inspiration while she pens the sequel to Souls Entwined.

Great. Pets offer great inspiration and distraction, that is for sure. So how can readers connect with you?

To follow my publishing journey and connect with me, check out my website and find me on Twitter and Facebook.

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Click on the Buy Link below to see Souls Entwined on Amazon.

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Well, it has been a pleasure to have you here today, Anne. I know when I read Souls Entwined, I really enjoyed it. I love those combined genres. So I wish you best wishes for a success with your debut story and I eagerly await for the sequel.

Now let’s have a look at that stunning cover.

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Today I am delighted to have Sophia Kimble visiting, to talk about her book Protect Her from Soul Mate Publishing.  Welcome, Sophia.

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Thank you, it’s good to be here and share a bit about Protect Her. Below is a transcription of my notes from a meeting that took place on June 9th. That morning, and what transpired in the days to follow, prompted me to write it all down, to tell Golden’s story. Protect Her, available from Soul Mate Publishing, is an accounting of these events:

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I stood on the front stoop of a modest two-story bungalow in Huntington Beach, California with moist palms. I’d met Golden Alexander and her sister, Maggie before, but being at their house made me nervous, especially this early in the morning before the sun had come up. Golden’s story had scared the crap out of me since I’d first heard it, and though I needed to find out if what she said was real, I wasn’t really looking forward to being so close to her, and well, the thing she’d told me about.

Maggie answered my knock wearing a blue robe, black curly hair a mess, and looking frazzled, to say the least. When I looked past her shoulder to Golden, a drop dead gorgeous blonde whose body trembled beneath a pink tank top and boxer shorts, a sheen of sweat coating her brow, I understood Maggie’s demeanor. Something wasn’t right.

Maggie motioned me inside and asked Golden, “What happened?”

“The demon . . . it came back.”

Those five words sped my pulse and I wanted to get back in my car and drive fast and far, but I didn’t. I’d never been able to pass up a good story, and Golden’s had the makings of an incredible one.

Maggie closed her eyes and took what appeared to be a calming breath before she walked past us toward the back of the house. Golden pegged me with a glance and whispered, “She’s never believed me.”

Golden glanced up the stairs, and I, of course, followed suit. It was obvious that’s where she’d seen the creature, and visions of an insect-like body, crimson eyes below horns, and a grotesque forked tongue circled my mind. I tightened the grip on my notebook and pen, the clasp digging into my palm as I prayed I wouldn’t see the thing.

Golden sighed and took a few yoga breaths. “Don’t worry, it’s gone.”

I nodded and she wrapped her arms around her chest and walked toward the sound of coffee gurgling in the next room. With a last look up the stairs, worrying my butt off, I hurried after her.

She pulled out a chair from the kitchen table, motioned to an empty seat next to her, and sat across from Maggie who stared into one of the three mugs of coffee sitting on the scarred teak surface. Man, you could cut the tension with a knife.

“I think you should go see Dr. Rosenthal again,” Maggie said.

Golden jerked her gaze to her sister, and out of the corner of my eye, I spied her legs bobbing a mile a minute, fists clenched under the table.

“I don’t need to see a psychiatrist. I need to get the hell out of this house!”

Annnd, that was my cue to leave. “Maybe we should reschedule?”

Golden shook her head at me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about staying, but opened my notebook and started taking notes.

Maggie’s spoon made a slow circuitous path in her coffee. “Golden, it’s sleep paralysis. You need to start taking your medication again.”

I knew what sleep paralysis was, had actually met Golden in the library while researching it after having experiencing it myself. You wake up while still being in the REM cycle of sleep and can’t move. It’s very scary, and it’s common to have hallucinations during the episode . . . demons being seen frequently. Antidepressants are sometimes used to keep it from happening, though since I’d only had one episode, I’d never personally tried that route.

Golden waited a few seconds before saying anything, looking like she was trying to get a hold of her anger. “Dr. Rosenthal is wrong, and so are you. The meds did nothing but space me out. The demon still came. The only difference being I was so drugged up I didn’t tell you about it.”

“The doctor’s not wrong, you’re not thinking clearly right now.” Maggie almost sounded robotic in her response, like this conversation had happened many times before, and I wondered just how many times Golden had seen the demon.

Golden’s words were measured and slow. “There’s nothing wrong with how I’m thinking. The problem is you don’t believe me. You never have.”

Tink, tink, tink, Maggie’s spoon hit the side of her mug as she stared at the wall. A clock ticked above a dripping faucet, the soft plink, plop making my frayed nerves jump.

“I’m leaving, and I’m not going to see Dr. Rosenthal or anyone else so they can tell me I’m just imagining something I know is real.”

Maggie sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She didn’t say anything, but kept stirring of her coffee. Tink, tink, tink. Golden had told me she was moving to Vermont, to go to college, get away. I guessed it was more than the demon she was running from.

Tink, tink, tink. “You’re not ready for this, Golden. You and I both know it,” Maggie said.

Golden sighed. “I have to do this. Please try to be happy for me.”

Maggie pinched the bridge of her nose as if trying to stave off a headache, then gave Golden a weak smile and a small nod before returning her gaze to her coffee.

“Just promise me you’ll come home if things don’t . . . work out,” Maggie said.

Golden stood, kissed the top of Maggie’s head and grabbed her mug, taking it to the sink. I noticed she didn’t promise Maggie anything, and I got the feeling she’d never move back here regardless of whether the demon were real or not.

A heaviness settled around the kitchen, its thickness coated my mouth and almost tasted sour. The situation between them had become a stale-mate. Maggie didn’t think she should go and Golden didn’t want to stay.

Golden waved at me to follow her as she walked out of the kitchen toward the front of the house. I thanked Maggie, rinsed my cup in the sink, jiggling the handle until the drip stopped, and followed Golden.

In the living room, Golden settled herself on the couch, I took a chair. Golden’s gaze strayed to the staircase illuminated by a glow from the porch light streaming in through the sidelight window, and she shivered.

“Do you ever wonder if you’re going crazy, or are already there?”

I assured her I had and she closed her eyes. “Heavenly blue morning glories.”

“Pardon?” I had no idea what she was talking about.

“It’s my favorite flower. It also happens to be the color of the man’s eyes I’ve been seeing in my dreams since I first saw the demon seven years ago. I know his eyes almost better than I know my own. Almond shaped with scattered flecks of violet, long lashes surrounding the piercing blue color, light-brown eyebrows, and sandy-brown hair hanging to his shoulders. He comforts me.”

I kept quiet, waiting for her to continue.

“God, I wish he was real. Dr. Rosenthal said I invented him to help with the traumatic loss in my life, and I guess he’s right about that, even though he’s full of crap about the other diagnoses.”

“What other diagnoses?”

Her lids popped open, deep green eyes boring into mine.

“The demon, Sophia . . . it’s real.”

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OK…. I officially have chills now. Powerful.

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Blurb for Protect Her:

Golden Alexander is trapped in a nightmare.

Trying to flee her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins. 

Kris Pietka is done with women…he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal. 

A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse.

 But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out. 

Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion? 

 

So the question we have to ask now is: Does love burn eternal?

Protect Her is the first novel in The Druid’s Curse series.

Here is the Amazon shortcut:  http://goo.gl/fDXkz7

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Wow, okay, just in case your socks aren’t blown off yet with all that, here is a little personal stuff about Sophia. Take it away….

Well, I have always wanted to be an author, but for years, life got in the way. I wouldn’t change a thing about how my life turned out, though. My family keeps me laughing and loving. My wonderful husband and two extraordinary children stand beside me every step of the way and make this journey called life worth living.

In addition, I have worked as a nurse for twenty years, but have put that career path aside to devote my time and imagination to writing down the stories that keep me up nights.

I  take my love of the paranormal, history, and genealogy and weave them into tales of family, fated love, and supernatural occurrences.

That’s just great, Sophia. Where can readers connect with you?

They can connect with me at the following sites:

Website:

Blog:

Facebook:

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I love to hear from my readers.

Yes, so do I. Building a relationship with our readers and fans is as much fun as writing for them. Well, as we wrap up this visit, I am glad  you stopped in, Sophia, and I wish you great success with “PROTECT HER”. Let’s see that cover just one more time, shall we?

Sophia Kimble cover Protect Her

 

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Sarah Hegger pic Sweet Bea

Today I am honored to have author Sarah Hegger visiting to showcase her new release, ‘Sweet Bea’, available September 1. 2014 through Lyrical Press.

Sarah, what can you tell us about ‘Sweet Bea?”

Is anything sweeter than revenge?

In a family of remarkable people, ordinary Beatrice strives to prove herself worthy. When her family is threatened with losing everything, she rushes to London to save them. Unfortunately, she chooses as her savior the very man who will see her family brought low.

Garrett has sworn vengeance on Sir Arthur of Anglesea for destroying his life when he was a boy and forcing his mother into prostitution for them to survive. He has chosen as his instrument Sir Arthur’s youngest daughter, Beatrice.

Can Beatrice’s goodness teach Garrett that love, not vengeance, is the greatest reward of all?

What would you like to share about yourself?

 

Who am I?

I was born British and raised in South Africa, and suffer from an incurable case of wanderlust. My match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal I accepted six short weeks after we first met. Together we have made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made me multilingual, but the best I can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get myself into trouble.

Mimicking my globe-trotting adventures, my career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of my first love, writing. I also moonlight as a wife and mother.

I currently live in Draper, Utah, with my teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, my restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.

I love to hear from readers and they can find me at any of the places below. 

Website

Facebook

Twitter

Wow, Sarah, that is some exciting bio! I bet all that excitement and wanderlust comes out in your writing. So where can someone get their own copy of ‘Sweet Bea’, available September 1, 2014 from Lyrical Press?

Sarah Heggar  Cover Sweet Bea

Amazon and the media links above.

 

Sarah, thank you for stopping by. You have a gorgeous cover for a wonderful book. Best wishes for Bea’s success.

 

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