Monday, July 20, 2020

#Excerpt: MADAM IN SILK by Gini Grossenbacher



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San Francisco,1849. Despite her objections, twenty-year-old Ah Toy and her servant Chen voyage from China to San Francisco with her husband who dies on board ship. With little cash and bound feet, how is she to find employment in the Gold Rush town? Since she is the only Chinese woman there, she opens a "Lookee Shop," catering to miners who pay in gold dust to see her exotic beauty. As her notoriety grows, so does her attraction to the devoted policeman, John Clark.
Yet should she put her faith in one man? Will their love survive despite her frightening encounter with Sydney Ducks, threats from rival madam Li Fan, and a tempting offer from Henry Conrad who promises her wealth and security?
Armed with her mystical beliefs of the inner dragon and Goddess Mazu, Ah Toy faces much more than the journey from the ancient ways in China to the new world in America. In fact, she must find the true source of courage in a life or death struggle for her own fate, justice, and dignity. Based on page-turning accounts about the life of Ah Toy, one of San Francisco's most legendary madams.

Excerpt:

Clark fondled his hat brim. “Tell me which shop, and I shall go find her.”

Chen clenched his teeth. “I think that is not a good idea,” he said.

Clark frowned. “Forever why not?”

Chen fell silent. . . .

Clark’s face reddened. “Chen, are you hiding something? Out with it, my man. Why would it not be a good idea?” He looked up at the ceiling, then let out a heavy sigh. . . .

Ah peered through the crack in the door. Chen was probably wondering if he should tell Clark the truth—or not. She watched him gaze at Clark whose lips pressed flat.

Then Chen broke Ah Toy’s rules for servants—again. . . . “I will face great trouble from my mistress for telling you this. You can never tell her how you learned this information.”

Clark leaned forward, sliding his chair closer. “Of course, Chen, your secret is safe with me.”

“She is to be married. She is out shopping for a wedding garment.”

Clark blinked rapidly. Was he trying not to show his surprise?

She held her breath for a moment. A debate raged inside of her: if she went to Clark, here and now, as she was sorely tempted, her risk was great. After his wife’s loss, Clark had already drifted away from her to New York. How could such a man be trusted?

Clark stiffened; his knuckles white around the rim of his hat. “She is going to wed?”

About the Author:

MADAM IN SILK is California teacher and editor Gini Grossenbacher’s second historical fiction novel. Her debut novel MADAM OF MY HEART garnered the 2018 IPPY silver medal for Historical Fiction; finalist in the 2018 American Fiction Awards for Historical Fiction; honorable mention at the 2018 San Francisco Book Festival for General Fiction; and runner-up in the 2017 Hollywood Book Festival for Genre Fiction. 

She is also a copyeditor and leads an aspiring writers group called Elk Grove Writers and Artists, providing lessons in novel writing, memoir, poetry, and flash fiction. When she’s not writing, Gini can be found taking long walks, tending the roses in her garden, and barbecuing with her husband and beloved dog, Murphy Brown.

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Friday, July 17, 2020

EIGHTEENTH OF MAY by Jordan R Samuel

Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?
I would love to! My latest book is On the Eighteenth of May, which is the story of a young women, Cass, who walks into a small village in the Blue Ridge Mountains on the evening of May 18th. She shares that she intends on staying one year in this place, and then leaving the following year on the same date. Cass soon meets two precocious children, a caring and generous business owner, and the Chief of Police from the neighboring town. Family and loss are parts of many of their stories, but how these themes are approached or navigated are different for each.

While these people, as well as others, attempt to know and help her, the history and troubled memories of what led Cass to his place begin to gradually unfold. As the potential for love and the pathway for healing begin to become clearer, all will be forced to explore the depth to which loss and guilt may be felt by the human heart. As the date of departure approaches, Cass and those around her will be forced to decide how forcefully they are willing to hold on: to the past, to the pain, and to the person.

On the Eighteenth of May is the story of this single year spent in the small village of Chimney Rock, and of the people and events that interweave themselves into and throughout Cass’ journey and her life.  It is a story that examines the true definition of strength, and what it means to be strong in the face of adversity. It is a story that explores the depths of sorrow, as felt by the human heart, and the extent to which a person’s mind and soul can absorb or deflect the pain of that which is lost. It is a story that explores the perceived helplessness of those within the support structure, and the extent to which those we love can hinder or accelerate the healing process.  Finally, it is a story that reminds us of the overwhelming power of comforting influences in all of our lives, as our human souls struggle, against all odds, to survive.

While currently my plan is for this book to stand alone, I have had quite a few readers ask me for a sequel to the story. This may or may not happen, dependent on the sales for this one!

Do you have a favorite character?
While I absolutely love all of the characters, even the ones that the reader won’t like, my favorite character to write was Lucas Montraine, the Police Chief who tries and tries and tries his best to help our Cass. I loved writing this character because he has his own baggage and sorrows and regrets and discontentment, yet he finds a way to make so many selfless decisions to help others, including Cass. To me, Lucas represents those initial circles of support that surround all of us at some point in our lives. The ones who try and try, despite not knowing what to do. Lucas is a complex character but one, I believe, who appears to have a very solid core of values and a personality that leads him to be able to listen, understand, and empathize. He is my favorite because, as we watch him develop through the story, we come to realize that Lucas is not changing, it is our understanding of him that is changing. We come to realize that he is just, put quite simply, a stellar individual, and he was all along – even though we, as the readers, may not have realized it at first.

Have you ever had a minor character evolve into a major one? Did that change the direction of the novel at all?
Yes, that certainly happened as I was writing On the Eighteenth of May. The characters of Juney and Jacob, the two little children whom Cass encounters early on in the novel, were originally intended to serve only the purpose of triggers regarding Cass’s memories. But as I wrote the story, and a particular event occurred (readers will remember it from Chapter 13), it became obvious to me that their role would be so much more significant, especially in terms of Juney’s role. We see the presence of Juney become more significant as we near the end of the story, and we find that Cass’s connection to Juney was one we may not have expected.

Briefly describe your journey in writing your first or latest book.
I have never before, in my entire life, tried writing fiction. As a professional educator, and now a university professor, I have spent a great deal of my life writing academic pieces. I have published many peer-reviewed articles and chapters in various journals and books and have very recently published a handbook on research regarding effective online course design. I had always hoped to write a novel, but had never quite made or found the time.

In early 2019, I was busy working on two research articles for my university, which both happened to fall during a very sad time in my life. Not to go into too much detail, but one of my family members was very ill, and was lost and hurting and struggling. And I realized at that period just how sad I was, over the whole situation . . . over my lack of ability to help in some meaningful way and over my complete uselessness to make things better. And so, one day I opened my laptop, but instead of working on the research articles (like I was SUPPOSED to be doing), I started writing a story. A story filled with sadness. A story filled with love.

I absolutely love romance novels, the sweet, simple kind that pack a little mystery and have characters that I want to root for. This was some of the early feedback I got from the first reviews that were posted when my novel was first published – that the characters were people that readers could see as their friends or neighbors, and that, indeed, many were characters they wanted to root for.

With this being my first novel, several ideas combined at once, from different personal experiences or interests. First, as stated earlier, I was going through a particularly sad time in my life when this novel was first conceptualized, so that was one impetus for some of the particularly sad themes in the novel. While the story in the novel in no way reflects the actual situation I was experiencing with my family member, the mood of the novel certainly does. In addition, I have visited the Blue Ridge mountain region of North Carolina on many occasions, and have found that there are few places on earth quite as lovely as the Chimney Rock and Lake Lure areas, so the setting of the novel, for me, was an easy choice. Many of the ideas for the most stunning scenes of the novel (yes, for those of you who have read the novel, I’m talking about Chapters 27 and 30) were inspired by the beautiful history and stories of the Cherokee Nation. Their legacy and lore is a key part of the love story that unfolds On the Eighteenth of May.

The love story that unfolds on the pages of this novel is certainly a central theme. I tried to write the two characters in the relationship with a little detail and a lot to be imagined. I tried to help the reader in getting to know them better and better as the story developed, but not giving away too much about how they might react to a particular situation. And, of course, since the novel tells the whole story through back and forth point-of-views (from each of them) we get to see a lot more of what each one is thinking than the actual love interest does. Hopefully, it makes for a captivating yet sad love story that will hold your attention throughout.

Are you currently under a traditional publishing contract for future books or do you have manuscripts that you will self-publish? Are you doing both?
I am currently in the process of writing my second novel, The Broken Bridge, and look forward to hopefully having it wrapped up and ready to go by the end of 2020. I hope to secure a publishing contract for that one, even though I have never tried that and will have to "learn” the process. I certainly would not mind self-publishing again, as I found it very interesting and exciting when doing so for On the Eighteenth of May.

If you used a graphic designer/publisher’s designer, how involved were you during the creative process for your cover?
I actually had the privilege of picking out the design for the cover of my book, which was very meaningful to me, as the author! The title font and the colors were picked out for me, but the picture was one I selected and I believe perfectly captures the story. Of course, you have to make it to the VERY LAST chapter of the book to recognize the significance, but there are other connections to the cover photo in the first chapter, the tenth chapter, and many others.

What is your writing process? Do you listen to music or do you like silence?
I usually work on my novel at two points during the day. First thing in the morning, while sitting at my local McDonald’s with a large coffee beside of me, and late in the evening, while sitting on my back deck with a glass of wine beside of me. The McDonald’s settings are a little noisy, but to be honest, I love the noise of friends conversing and people seeing each other unexpectedly. I try to set a finite amount of time to write, like one hour, or else I will allow my writing to drag on and continue and other things will go undone (like going to work or taking care of my family!).

I am currently a university professor, teaching education courses at the undergraduate and graduate levels. As such, I get LOTS of opportunities to write, just not the kind of enjoyable writing that comes with publishing a novel. Therefore, actually getting the time to work on my novel is like a special treat to me! I cherish it and look forward to it!

Do you outline your story or just go where your muse takes you?
I write the first few pages, just to get started, then I stop and plan out a very detailed outline of what is going to happen throughout the book. Then, I write the first couple of chapters, then write a rough draft of the very last chapter, then write the chapters in between. Then, by the time I make it to the end, I polish up and add a lot more to the ending. My outlines tend to get completely out of control and I do leave a lot on the “cutting room floor”. But, as I write, I have other ideas for where I want things to go or relationships between characters, so my outline is constantly changing around the edges, while staying pretty consistent in terms of the theme and twists.

What have you’ve learned during your self-publishing journey?
The most important thing I have learned is to REALLY take my time. By the time I was done writing On the Eighteenth of May, I was feeling VERY DONE with writing. I was eager to publish the story and hold it in my hands. And so, I did so, with just one editing run-through by a person I hired for that purpose. Then, when I held the book in my hand for the first time, and opened the first page, I immediately started recognizing things that I should have caught but didn’t. Ways I had described settings or characters. Words misspelled. I felt frustrated and wondered why I hadn’t noticed these the seven other times I had read over the manuscript. To be honest, I think by that point, we, as the authors, have seen the words and phrases so many times, it is hard to pick up on things that could be better. And so, I went through the painful process of re-publishing after a major revision. So, when I do it again, or if I ever advise anyone on self-publishing, I will let them know – take your time. Read it again and again and again. Make sure it says everything you wish to say!

Besides Amazon, are there any other sites where your books are for sale?
Yes! Amazon is currently “temporarily out of stock” on my paperback, but more is being shipped to them from the distributer. There are also plenty of copies at Walmart (online sales), Books-a-Million (online sales) and Barnes and Noble, to name a few. And, of course, e-book editions are available on all of these! I hope you and your readers will check it out and will let me know what you think!


BLURB:


On the evening of the eighteenth of May, a young woman named Cass walks alone into a small village with the intent to stay for exactly one year. Cass soon meets two precocious children, a caring and generous business owner, and the Chief of Police from the neighboring town. Family and loss are parts of many of their stories, and while these people, as well as others, attempt to know and help her, the history and troubled memories of what led Cass to this place begin to gradually unfold. As the potential for love and the pathway for healing become clearer, the date of departure approaches. Cass and those around her will be forced to decide how forcefully they are willing to hold on: to the past, to the pain, and to the person.

On the Eighteenth of May is the story of the people and events that are interwoven throughout Cass’s journey and her life.  It is a story that examines the true test of strength in the deepest depths of sorrow, as felt by the human heart. It is a story that explores the perceived helplessness of those within the support structure, and the extent to which those we love can hinder or accelerate the healing process.  Finally, it is a story that reminds us of the overwhelming power of comforting influences in all of our lives, as our human souls struggle, against all odds, to survive.

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Jordan R. Samuel is a former public school teacher and administrator who enjoys her current work as an Assistant Professor of Education. She spends her days with her husband and her three children as she teaches, studies and writes. She immensely enjoys travelling, and penned many parts of this particular story while relaxing in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina.




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Wednesday, July 15, 2020

#Excerpt: NULL AND VOID by Susan Copperfield


Null and Void
Susan Copperfield
(Royal States #2)
Publication date: November 15th 2017
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

Born without magic, Mackenzie Little has few prospects. In a futile attempt to break her out of the null caste, her mother ropes her into participating in a charity auction, where anything can be bought with enough money.
She never expected her ex-boss would buy her company, but for one day, she lives a fairy tale.
Nine months later, despite their precautions, Mackenzie’s little miracle is born.
Armed with Texas pride and New York viciousness, Mackenzie must fight through hell or high water to protect her family of two from a society obsessed with the magic they lack.


EXCERPT:
If I adhered to popular belief, every living thing possessed a spark of magic. The trick was discovering that spark and coaxing it to life.
I wanted to find the bastard responsible for propagating that load of drivel and knee him in the groin so hard his descendants felt it while his ancestors rolled in their graves. Giving nulls like me false hope only made life more difficult. Without magic to ease the way, I needed pointless, wishful thinking like I needed an extra hole in my head.
The extra hole would put me out of my misery, and some days, the thought of escaping the incessant prejudice appealed. I always came back to my senses, and when I did, I became even more bitter about my lot in life.
If I had possessed a spark of magic, I would’ve used it to light a fire under my boss’s ass so he’d get back to work instead of hovering over my shoulder watching me plug numbers into a spreadsheet. What use was magic if I couldn’t do something productive with it? I’d already lost three hours of my day to someone else’s accounting error, and no magic on Earth could tap into a computer and force it to spill its secrets.
Magic could work with technology, but for whatever reason I couldn’t fathom, no one had figured out how to use magic to populate spreadsheets. Sitting straighter, I kept my gaze locked on my monitor to maintain the illusion of productivity. “Can I help you with something, sir?”
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re doing Abigail’s job, Mackenzie Little.”
I twitched at the mention of the woman, who often served as my supervisor when my boss, one Dylan Mason, didn’t feel like dealing with me. I really wanted to know why he always insisted on calling me by my full name. One day, when I tired of having a job, I’d tell him exactly what I thought of him and his obnoxious ways. I’d also give him an earful about the failings of his precious executive secretary.
I kept working and forced a smile. “She asked for help with a report as she has a very busy day today.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire. By help, I meant fix. By asked, I meant demanded. Abigail thanked no one, especially not a worthless null like me, even when I busted my ass making sure she didn’t lose her job. If I had had a single spark of magic, I would’ve started fires to watch them burn.
Most people didn’t want fire as their element; firebugs were as common as dirt, ranked low on the talent totem, and had a reputation of being dangerous without true benefit.
If it meant being something other than a null, I would’ve embraced even the weakest flame.
To cover my growing agitation over my lot in life, I hunted for the nefarious errors in Abigail’s formulas, making my boss cool his heels.
His impatient sigh pleased me.
“I see,” he muttered, hovering over my shoulder and watching me do his secretary’s work.
If I had possessed the power, I would’ve considered damning Dylan to the darkest corner of hell I could find. Ignoring his presence tested my patience, but unlike him, I showed no sign of my annoyance.
Within a few minutes, I found the problem: Abigail liked taking shortcuts and often forgot—or refused—to double-check her work. One corrected formula later, I emailed her the report.
I returned to the daily grind, checking the output of scripts for the marketing department so they could build the reports people like Dylan would use to make deals with other companies—or swindle clients out of their money. My boss continued to hover, leaning forward until I caught glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye.
Were all men such children? Why did such a handsome man have to be so insufferable?
For the sake of my peace of mind, it was a good thing Dylan irritated me so much, else I’d spend every night fantasizing about stripping him out of his shirt.


Author Bio:
Susan Copperfield is the royal romance, urban fantasy loving alter ego of award-winning & USA Today bestselling novelist RJ Blain.
Under the super not-so-secret identity of Susan, the Royal States of America is explored, where the work of sixteen founding royal families preserved the United States from destruction and civil war when magic swept over the world.
In the Royal States, life, love, and magic always finds a way.


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Tuesday, July 14, 2020

#FREE: SUMMER OF LOVE by Debra Elizabeth


THIS SWEET STORY IS FREE 
JULY 14-18, 2020

Blurb:

Contemporary Romance Novella

June 25 was supposed to be the best day of Jessica Blackstone's life, but a family accident sends her perfect life into a tailspin. Trying to cope with the tragedy, she retreats to the family beach cottage for some much needed solace.

John Smith has been burnt by love, and is not interested in another relationship, that is, until he meets the beautiful and fragile Jessica. Can these two lost souls find love and heal their fractured hearts?

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Excerpt:

June 25.
It was the best and worst day of her life. It was an ordinary day that started like any other.
Jessica Blackstone concentrated on the spreadsheet splayed across her computer screen. She was almost finished entering the data and then she’d start running the models. This project was the most complicated one she’d worked on, and she had to admit she was excited to get close to the end. She had spent the better part of six months perfecting the numbers and wanted to get everything right for the client. 
Her boss, David Fletcher, stuck his head out of his office. “Jess, can you come into my office? There’s something I need to discuss with you.”
Jess looked up from her monitor and inwardly groaned. She was so close to finishing this project and the last thing she wanted or needed at the moment was another one. Whenever David wanted to see her in his office, it usually meant more work.  She considered herself an ambitious girl, but even she had to admit that she worked way too many hours--days, nights and weekends--to prove her worth.
She worked in Boston’s prestigious financial district and had thought herself lucky when she first landed the job. Right out of college, and hired by one of the biggest accounting firms in town was impressive, even if she said so herself. It was a dream job, and when she first started, she’d stroll around the high-rise buildings of chrome and steel with wide-eyed wonder. She couldn’t quite remember when she had lost sight of the area’s magnificence, but these days she walked straight from her stop on the ‘T’ at South Station to her office. About the only thing she did notice was how crowded her favorite coffee shop was in the morning. When it was too busy, she often skipped it and drank the office coffee, which paled in comparison.
She was hoping to cut back on her hectic schedule after this project was finished and get a little ‘me’ time. Her apartment was minutes away from her train stop in Cambridge’s Porter Square, and it would be nice to get home at a reasonable hour for a change. Her routine had been work, home, eat, shower, collapse into bed, and repeat. She had been doing this day after day for so long that she couldn’t remember the last time she went out with any of her friends, never mind had a date.
A real date – it had been a long while for her. Jessica was an attractive woman – petite with auburn hair and a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose. She had plenty of interested men approach her, but none had caught her attention enough to distract her from work. She had slipped into an almost hermit-like existence for far too long.
She had even been ignoring her parents’ pleas lately. They had been asking her to come to the cottage since they opened it up on Memorial Day. They owned a quaint little place along the southern coast of Maine, mere steps from the beach. She had many fond memories of the cottage from her youth, but had still begged off taking the trip up there, blaming her busy work schedule. She could still hear her Dad trying to convince her to come.
“You know, sweetie, all work and no play makes Jane a dull girl.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be Jack?” she replied back jokingly.
They both laughed, but she still had not gone to see them. She promised herself that this weekend would be different no matter how she had to free up the time. She would not disappoint them again. Now looking at her boss, that promise seemed as fleeting as all the others she’d made to herself in recent months. She pushed her chair back. “Sure,” she said, following him to his office.
David ran his hand through his gray-flecked hair. “Please close the door, Jess.”
A lump formed in Jess’s throat. This wasn’t starting out well. David never closed the door when talking to any of the other analysts. She closed the door and sat down in one of the chairs located in front of his desk. She folded her hands in her lap to keep them from trembling and waited.
David sat down and cleared his throat. “Look, this isn’t easy for me.”
A sick feeling started in Jess’s belly. This was going to be bad. She could feel it. Whenever anyone started a sentence that way, it usually meant bad news. Was she being fired? What had she done to deserve that? Yes, the economy still had not recovered fully, but their firm seemed to be on solid ground. She hadn’t heard about any clients leaving their firm, but then again, she wasn’t privy to everything. Perhaps the firm had lost some important clients. She was afraid that if there was going to be any layoffs, she was the last one hired and would be the first one let go.
“Oh?” she said, as a wave of nausea hit her. Her hand flew to her mouth and she swallowed continuously trying to keep her lunch down.
David didn’t seem to notice her sudden anxiety and looked down at his folded hands. “Your dedication and long hours have not gone unnoticed.”
Jess didn’t know what to say. Would he praise her right before he laid her off? Her answer was barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”
“Yes, well, I want you to know that I did go to bat for you,” David looked up with surprising sincerity in his eyes. “I hate losing you”. 
“Oh, no. Am I being fired?” she asked in a trembling voice.
“Fired? Oh God, no. Where would you get that idea? Your expertise and dedication means too much to this company. We aren’t thinking about firing you, but we don’t want any of our competitors to snatch you away from us either.”
Jess furrowed her brow. “Then, what are you talking about?”
David stood and extended his hand. “Congratulations. Jessica Blackstone, you’re our new Senior Analyst.”
Relief flooded through Jess and her nausea subsided. Thank heavens she wasn’t being fired after all.
Senior Analyst.
It had a nice ring to it. She jumped to her feet and grasped David’s hand. “I am? Senior Analyst?”
“Yes, you are. I haven’t seen anyone work as hard as you do, especially the last few months. You deserve this promotion and it comes with a nice raise.”
“Thank you, David. That’s great news. I won’t let you down.”
David’s face broke into a huge grin. “I know you won’t.”
Jess floated back to her desk. She didn’t remember her feet touching the carpet at all. She slumped into her chair and stared at her monitor, not really seeing anything.
She was the new Senior Analyst. It was the last thing she expected when she woke up this morning. She pushed her hair behind her ears and prepared to turn her attention back to the spreadsheet still open on her computer.
And then the call came in.
Her cell phone vibrated. She reached into her blazer pocket and looked at the caller ID. Dad. How perfect. He would be the first one to hear her good news.
“Hey, Dad. How are you doing?”
“Miss Blackstone?”
“Yes?” For the second time in less than an hour, dread seeped into her gut.
“This is Officer Leo Grant. There’s been a car accident and your parents are at St. Mary’s Hospital.”
“Oh, my God…” Jess said, panic starting to rise in her chest. “Are they okay?”
“The accident was pretty serious and you should get here as soon as you can.”
Jess nodded to the unseen officer. “Yes, okay.” The line went dead, but she felt numb at the news.
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Reviewer’s Comments:

5 stars: I read this whole book in 2 hours. I couldn't put it down. I would recommend this book to anyone who love's a good romance and quick read. Snuggle up with your favorite blanket and enjoy! Amazon Customer

5 stars: In the mood for an evening of emotion and caring? This is a wonderful story, runs from heartbreak to true love. Very satisfying ending. Make a cup of tea and relax with this sweet story. Amazon Customer

Monday, July 13, 2020

#Review: CHANCE OF LOVE by Meara Platt

4 of 5 stars
 
I've read a few of the books in the Book of Love series and the story of Holly Farthingale and Captain Joshua Brayden is my favorite so far. Ms. Platt is masterful as she slowly reveals Holly's secret as Holly recounts details of her marriage to Joshua. Holly is a shell of her former self and Joshua realizes he can help her recapture her joy of life once again. Joshua is such an honorable hero and his treatment of Holly is a combination of support and helping bolster Holly's self confidence. Their chemistry together was strong. I was glad to see there was an obstacle/villain in this story besides the H or h self doubt. I can't wait to read Ronan and Dahlia's story.

I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy and all opinions are my own.




#Spotlight: SEVENTH CIRCLE by William Becker

Seventh Circle
by William Becker
Genre: Romance

Michael is an awkward university student. He is lonely, socially anxious, and has no experience talking to members of the opposite sex. Michael is introduced to Mia, who is everything he could ever want. She is energetic, exciting, passionate, and much unlike him, massively experienced. Michael's life changes as he falls madly in love with Mia, feeling the passion burn within him; it threatens to swallow him whole, but as time goes on, Michael realizes things are not what they seem to be.

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William Becker is a young horror author with a mind for weirder sides of the universe. With an emphasis on complex and layered storylines that tug harshly on the reader to search for deeper meanings in the vein of Silent Hill and David Lynch, Becker is a force to be reckoned within the horror world. His works are constantly unfathomable, throwing terror into places never before seen, while also providing compelling storylines that transcend the predictable jumpscares of the popular modern horror.
His first novel, WEEPING OF THE CAVERNS, was written when he was 14. After eight months of writing, editing, and revising, the story arrived soon after his 15th birthday. During the writing sessions for his debut novel, he also wrote an ultra-controversial short story known as THE WHITE SHADE that focused on the horrors of a shooting. Living in a modern climate, it was impossible for THE WHITE SHADE to see the light of day.

Following a psychedelic stint that consisted of bingeing David Lynch movies, weird art, and considering the depth of the allegory of the cave wall, he returned to writing with a second story, THE BLACK BOX, and soon after, his second novel, GREY SKIES.

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Friday, July 10, 2020

#SALE: .99 ASSASSIN'S CURSE by Debra L Martin & David W Small


Blurb:

When elite assassin Jeda received his assignment to kill a witch and deliver her twin daughters to the Countess of Berkshire, he had no idea it would be his last. The witch stuns him with an elemental blast, but not before he's able to throw his knife. When Jeda regains consciousness, the dying witch is performing a compulsion spell between him and her daughters.

Now bonded to the girls, Jeda's old life is forfeit. His only thought is to take the girls and run as far away as he can. He has no idea that the twins are the ones spoken of in the long-lost prophecy of The Witch Stone. Forces are gathering: the white witches want to teach them; the black witches want to use them; the Countess wants her grandchildren back, and the guild has sent their best assassin to bring them back. Jeda must use all of his skills to stay one step ahead of them all, but will it be enough to save himself and keep the children of prophecy alive?


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Excerpt:

PROLOGUE:
The boy stood in the middle of the room staring blankly at the wall.
Choose well was all he remembered.
The room was about sixty paces long and probably half as wide.  It was two stories’ high with numerous oil lamps set along the upper walls that provided more than adequate lighting for the entire room.  A balcony ran along three of the four walls and provided a means to observe any event happening below.  There was one door leading in and out of the room, but it was blocked by a large, well-muscled man dressed completely in black.  His eyes were deadpan, like those of a cold-blooded killer. 
The air was relatively cool, but the young boy felt a drip of sweat run down his back.  He tried to hide his nervousness beneath a façade of serenity while staring at the wall, but he could feel the butterflies roiling in his stomach, threatening to unman him.
The wall the boy stared at contained all conceivable manner of weapons, from short throwing knives to elegantly curved swords to long-handled halberds with wickedly curved barbs and spikes.  The boy had to choose something soon or forfeit his chance to test again for another year.  He would not let this opportunity pass, because this was the day he had trained long and hard for, the day he had anticipated for the last three years, and the day when he would finally prove himself worthy.  Today he would test to become an apprentice in the guild of assassins.
The rules of the test were simple: choose your weapon and fight.  Any novice who aspired to test for apprenticeship had twenty short minutes to fight and draw blood from their opponent.  Whatever weapon a novice chose to test with would be the school in which they would be apprenticed if they passed.  There were five schools: Sword, Knife, Axe, Staff, and Bow.  The tests were short, brutal, and bloody, designed to ensure that no one advanced who did not rightly deserve to.  Their opponents were fully trained brothers of the guild who gave no quarter or latitude to the would-be contenders.  Many tested for the honor, but few passed their first time, and some even lost their lives in the attempt. 
Jeda had decided many months ago to choose a pair of fighting knives as his weapon of choice.  He was good with knives, both in hand-to-hand combat and throwing, and liked the way they felt perfectly balanced in his hands.  He had been steadfast in his weapon of choice until the moment he entered the room and saw Brother Mave waiting for him.  A slight grimace passed over his face, but he quickly composed himself.  The last thing he wanted was for Mave to see he was scared.  Mave was dressed in the traditional, assassin color of black, but also wore a distinguishable symbol of red, crossed swords on the bandana holding back his hair.  That symbol marked him as a preeminent sword expert within the guild, second only to the masters in the School of Swords.  Knives were excellent, close-in fighting weapons, but Jeda was not good enough with them to draw blood from a sword expert like Mave.  Now he stood immobilized, staring at the weapons wall, furiously trying to think of what he should do next.  He knew he would have to choose wisely if he was to survive this day. 
Damn, of all the brothers in this guild, how could I be so lucky as to get Mave? Jeda thought sarcastically.  He stepped forward and reached for the weapon he thought he would have the most luck with.
No sense in changing now.
***
Mave saw the boy look his way and inwardly smiled.  He knew the boy was scared, and rightly so.  It was not chance that brought him here today, but a carefully orchestrated scheme to make sure he tested the boy.  He felt Jeda was no more than a third-year upstart who did not deserve the opportunity to test for apprenticeship.  Most novices trained for five or six years before petitioning to test.  Mave was going to make sure that the boy did not pass.  That was as it should be, for it was Mave who had brought Jeda to the guild in the first place.  He should be the one to put the boy in his place and teach him humility.
Jeda finally reached up and took a pair of fighting knives off the wall.
Mave shook his head at the boy’s choice.  I knew it.  The boy may know how to fight, but he knows nothing of winning.
“Begin,” said the dispassionate voice of the master-in-attendance judging the test.
Mave strode forward, closing the distance and eliminating the only advantage knives would give the boy.  Without the distance to throw them, they were completely useless against swords. 
The boy stood stock-still, visibly trembling as Mave approached.  His frozen fear was pathetic and almost embarrassing.  Mave would cut him slightly with his first blade and knock him out with the handle of his second, putting a quick end to this charade of a test.  Twirling his swords in a deadly dance, Mave felt no sympathy for the boy.  Today’s failure would set Jeda back at least a year and give him more time to learn proper respect and modesty, traits Mave felt he was sorely lacking. 
The young fool doesn’t know what he’s in for.   
As Mave swung the first blade to catch the boy across the cheek, something unexpected happened.  Jeda dove forward, under the first blade, and whipped one of his knives at Mave’s exposed side.  Mave deflected the throw with his second sword.  If he had not been such an excellent swordsman, the throw would have a scored a hit.
Maybe not quite the fool I took him for.  Mave spun around swinging the sword in a deadly arc to face the boy as Jeda jumped to his feet.  The swing cut the boy high on the arm and he cried out in shock and pain.  The cut was deep and bleeding heavily, rendering the arm useless.  The boy went down on one knee, but Mave moved cautiously forward.  He would not be caught off-guard a second time by the boy’s cleverness.  When Mave came within a sword’s reach of him, the boy jumped forward into a diving roll and threw his second, remaining knife.  Mave anticipated the move and easily deflected the throw, shaking his head at the boy’s stupidity in throwing away his last means of defense.  As he turned to face Jeda, he realized his mistake.  He felt a blade slice through his trousers, burning and drawing a bright-crimson line along his leg.  Jeda had used the second throw to distract Mave from his true objective: the first blade that Mave had deflected.  The boy had used his diving roll to reach that first blade, left forgotten on the floor.  
How did he get that knife so quickly and throw it so precisely? Mave wondered, looking down at his bleeding leg.     
“Enough.  Blood has been drawn by Novice Jeda,” said the master’s voice from the balcony.  “He is elevated to the rank of apprentice.”
Mave studied Jeda with a smoldering anger.  He was a good fifteen feet away and was wobbling on his feet from loss of blood.  It didn’t seem possible that he could have thrown that knife in his condition.  Mave knew the boy must have somehow cheated. 
This is not over; no one makes a fool of me.

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