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Book Blast: Spooning Daisy by Maggie McConnell


GENRE: contemporary romance (romantic comedy)


Her mango chutney is exquisite; her blueberry sauce to die for. But Chef de Cuisine Daisy Moon is a woman without a kitchen after a “bit of trouble” at her last job. Now blacklisted from Seattle to San Francisco, Daisy’s sole job offer is from Wild Man Lodge in Otter Bite, Alaska, where the end of the road is just the beginning.


Max cocked his head at her. No siree, Bob. Daisy Moon was not easy. She was like a 1500 piece puzzle, where all the pieces are really tiny, and similar in shape and color, but are nonetheless different, and it would take weeks, maybe even months, just to get the edges put together.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she said. “I know I’m not exactly laid back. Okay, maybe that’s being kind,” she responded to Max’s smile. “But I’m an incredible cook. And a really good speller. Not to mention having a humongous vocabulary. I came in fourth in the national spelling bee championship when I was fourteen.”

Without meaning to, Max pictured Daisy at fourteen, in a prim white blouse and a demure plaid skirt with her hair tied back in a ribbon, triumphantly spelling words like…concupiscence.

“Do I know what men want, or what?” Now Daisy smiled…at herself.

Taking the cue, Max leaned into her and spoke sincerely, but resisted the urge to cup her hand. “Somewhere there is a man who wants a pretty redhead who’s difficult and a great cook with a really humongous vocabulary who can spell…and next time it won’t be a cross-dressing felon.”

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mediakit_authorphoto_spooningdaisyGolden Heart nominee Maggie McConnell spent her childhood overseas as the daughter of US diplomats. Attending college in Illinois, she earned a BA in Art and an MBA while working at the local humane shelter. At 26, she packed her dog and cat into a Ford truck and drove the Alcan Highway to Alaska, where she spent 23 years exploring The Last Frontier in a single-engine Cessna. A vegan and animal rights advocate, Maggie provides a sanctuary on her Arizona ranch for all creatures great and small, but her immediate family includes dog Molly, cat Sara, horses Quinn and Teena, and an ever-growing dynasty of chipmunks. Every year, like the Gray Whale, Maggie returns to Alaska.


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Book Blast: The Woven Ring by M. D. Presley


GENRE: Fantasy


mediakit_bookcover_thewovenringA fantasy reimagining of the American Civil War that pits muskets against magic, massive war machines against mind readers, and glass sabers against soldiers in psychic exoskeletons.

In exile since the civil war, former spy and turncoat Marta Childress wants to quietly live out her remaining days in the West. But then her manipulative brother arrives with one final mission: Transport the daughter of a hated inventor deep into the East. Forced to decide between safely delivering the girl and assassinating the inventor, Marta is torn between ensuring peace or sparking a second civil war.


To her surprise Carmichael blinked uncomprehendingly at the name. It had been rattling around Marta’s head like a Breath in a bottle for the last three months, but to him it seemed meaningless. Then the corners of his mouth curled up, Carmichael finally remembering.

“This is about our older sister? I forgot about her entirely.”

His dismissal of her months of misery infuriated Marta all the more, the girl fighting harder against his grip. Her helplessness stoked her anger further, fanning it into blazing rage.

And with the rage came clarity, Marta suddenly aware of each Breath within her body. There were the usual three all humans were born with, one in the center of the chest to representing the Body, the second in the middle of the forehead for the Mind, and the third at the crown of the head signifying the Soul. But in that moment of clarity, Marta could feel a fourth Breath nestled deep in her chest next to the Body. Were she not so angry, she might have been surprised to find it, to feel it thrumming with its own frequency. It had a resonance, a musical identity all its own that only she could hear.

So she inhaled, filling that Breath with both her air and anger.

The fourth Breath stirred, summoned by Marta’s will and obeying on her exhale. Though its base remained firmly in her chest, she felt it elongate as it stretched through her throat and out towards her mouth. The appendage was entirely new to her, but it felt natural as she experienced each sensation through this fresh limb: the light scrape as it edged over her teeth, the sudden coolness of the air outside her body; the crunch of her brother’s bones as it collided with his nose.

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mediakit_authorphoto_thewovenringNever passing up the opportunity to speak about himself in the third person, M.D. Presley is not nearly as clever as he thinks he is. Born and raised in Texas, he spent several years on the East Coast and now waits for the West Coast to shake him loose. His favorite words include defenestrate, callipygian, and Algonquin. The fact that monosyllabic is such a long word keeps him up at night.

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An Inside Look at Lies, Love & Redemption (Part 1)

Lies, Love and Redemptionby Kelli A. Wilkins

Hi everyone,

One day, I was thinking about nothing in particular when this popped into my mind:

A man limping along the prairie. He’s been shot and left for dead. He’s bleeding and hurt bad. And thirsty. So thirsty. It’s hot and he wants to rest, but he knows he has to push on. If he collapses again, he’s not going to get up and he’ll die here. But maybe he’s already dead and this is hell. Or maybe not…

That was my introduction to Sam, the hero from my new historical western, Lies, Love & Redemption. That was also how I introduced readers to Sam—lost and hurt and wandering along the prairie.

Here’s the book summary that came from that initial idea:

Lies, Love & Redemption

Shot and left for dead, Sam Hixton stumbles into a general store on the Nebraska prairie and collapses into the arms of Cassie Wilcox.

Cassie’s world is turned upside down when the handsome stranger drops into her life. Sam is another complication she doesn’t need: her business is dying and her trouble with the townspeople is escalating. Yet she’s determined to keep the store open — no matter what the cost.

As Sam recovers from his injuries, he hides the truth about his identity and convinces Cassie to let him work in the store. He’s attracted to her and admires her independent nature but quickly realizes Cassie’s in way over her head. They fight their growing attraction, and Cassie questions whether she can trust her fragile heart to a mysterious stranger. Will he accept her once he knows about her troubled past?

Cassie resists Sam’s advances and represses her feelings until one fateful night when they give in to their fiery passion. Together, they work out a plan to save the store but find their efforts are thwarted—and their lives endangered—by the locals.

Sam’s secret returns to haunt him and pulls him away just when Cassie needs him the most. Will he regain her trust when she learns the truth?

Cassie has everything invested in the store—can she save it and find true love with Sam before it’s too late?


Believe it or not, that first scene came to me several years ago. When I got the idea for the book, I did all the initial research and wrote a very rough draft. Then the manuscript just sat around. I’m not exactly sure why so many other book projects came ahead of it, but they did. I wrote other romances while this one was waiting in the wings, so to speak. The story was always there, but I guess I wasn’t ready to revise and edit it.

I started working on the book last year and found that although the basic premise still resonated with me, I wanted (and needed) to make a lot of changes. I always had the opening scene of Sam walking across the prairie in my mind. I knew where he was going (to Cassie’s store), and I had the general idea of how the story would play out and who the characters were, but I didn’t have the specifics of each scene.

As I got further into revising the book, the details became more solidified. I added new scenes, deleted others, and generally gave it a complete makeover. Now it’s a much stronger (and better) book than it was originally.

But before I started writing, I did a lot of research. First, I had to decide when and where the book would take place. I knew it would be on the prairie somewhere (Kansas? Nebraska? Iowa?) and set after the Civil War. Once I picked a time period and a place I researched everything I could about it: what was going on in the country at that time, how people traveled, what their occupations were, what they ate, how a general store was set up…

I enjoy reading about history and exploring what life was like in different time periods, so doing the research part of a historical romance is interesting—but time consuming. I’m always scribbling notes about details I could use in the book. I never use them all, but adding realistic details helps draw readers into the world of the characters, even though it might be very different from how we live now.

Although I have written a lot of historical romances, the time periods are always different. I’ve used Medieval (A Most Unusual Princess), Scottish (The Viking’s Witch) and Colonial (Dangerous Indenture) settings. When I’m writing a historical romance, I never know when (or where) the characters will take me. Lies, Love & Redemption is set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877 and blends a steamy romance with mystery and danger.

Here’s a mild excerpt:

Cassie removed the sling and uncovered Sam’s shoulder. She bent forward, resting her hand on the center of Sam’s chest. His skin was warm, and she felt his muscles ripple beneath his skin. Her heart beat faster, and she closed her eyes. She shouldn’t be in here. It wasn’t proper, and yet . . . It took all her willpower not to peek at his lower half again.

“How is it?”

She opened her eyes and checked the wound. “It looks fine to me.” A lock of hair came loose from her bun and brushed across Sam’s chest. He reached up with his good hand and tucked it behind her ear.

Before she could protest, he leaned in close and kissed her.

Oh, Lord.

Sam’s lips moved against hers, slow and tender, as if he expected her to pull away or slap him. She didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes and gave in.

Sam clutched her tighter, pulling her down to him. Her fingertips splayed against his bare chest, and she moaned. God, it felt good to be kissed and held by a strong man again.

A warm pulsing sensation flooded between her legs as Sam slipped his tongue into her mouth. She lost herself in his embrace and everything faded away. After what seemed like forever, Sam broke the kiss.

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

She gazed into his blue eyes. “I can’t. I should—”

“Yes, you can. I’ll treat you right. We’ll only do as much as you want. Kissing and cuddling, that’s all,” he said, then kissed her again.

That’s all? That wouldn’t be enough for her. Once they got down to serious kissing and touching, she wouldn’t want to stop. And she wouldn’t let Sam stop—even if he wanted to.

Cassie melted in his arms. Their tongues entwined, probing and exploring each other’s mouths. Sam’s kisses stripped her of all reason and left her with a raging desire that needed to be sated.

It would be so easy to give in, to say yes, stay here all afternoon and . . . Was Sam healthy enough to make love? Lord almighty, what was she thinking? She knew better. After all she’d been through, she knew she should resist him, but . . .

“Cassie? You here?” Luke bellowed from downstairs.

She yanked herself from Sam’s arms. “Damn!”

“Don’t answer him.”

“I have to. If I don’t, he’ll come up here.” She stood and adjusted the covers over Sam’s chest. “Be down in a minute,” she hollered.

“Get rid of him and come back. I think I’m on my way to a speedy recovery,” Sam said, grinning.


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I hope you enjoyed part one of this inside look at the making of Lies, Love & Redemption. In part two, I’ll focus on the characters and discuss how they came to be. I welcome comments and questions from readers. Be sure to follow my blog for the latest updates and visit me on social media!

Happy Reading!



Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 95 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

In 2016 Kelli began re-releasing her romances previously published by Amber Quill Press. Visit her website and blog for a full title list. Her Medallion Press historical western romance, Lies, Love & Redemption, was published in September 2016.

Kelli’s writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative non-fiction guide based on her 15 years of experience as a writer. It’s filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

If you like to be scared, check out Kelli’s horror ebooks: Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

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Book Spotlight: Persephone’s Orchard by Molly Ringle


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Genre: Paranormal Romance / NA Fantasy

coverThe Greek gods never actually existed. Did they? Sophie Darrow finds she was wrong about that assumption when she’s pulled into the spirit realm, complete with an Underworld, on her first day at college. Adrian, the mysterious young man who brought her there, simply wants her to taste a pomegranate.

Soon, though she returns to her regular life, her mind begins exploding with dreams and memories of ancient times; of a love between two Greeks named Persephone and Hades. But lethal danger has always surrounded the immortals, and now that she’s tainted with the Underworld’s magic, that danger is drawing closer to Sophie.



Adrian, the modern-day Hades, has just introduced himself to Sophie (Persephone) by pulling her straight from her college campus into a spirit-world wilderness, and now tries to prove to her that he’s not going to hurt her, and has important things to tell her:

“I asked about you, in the—the place where the souls go. Here’s what I found. Watch this, then I’ll take you home, I promise.” He selected the video and held the phone out to her, his heart pounding.

Sophie took the phone, frowning, and tapped the screen to begin the video. Immediately she inhaled a quick breath.

“Hi, Sophie Sodapop,” said her grandfather, who’d been dead over a year. Adrian kept his distance rather than watching at her shoulder, but having filmed it himself and previewed it, he knew how it looked. Sophie’s grandpa smiled benevolently, but, like all the souls, glowed greenish and appeared translucent. Behind him milled other souls in the fields. The black of the cave’s interior surrounded them all.

Adrian felt uneasy bringing photos or videos of the Underworld out of its borders, even into the rest of the spirit realm, but he had to convince her.

“This fellow here tells me it’s September of 2012,” her grandfather continued on the video, “and you’re about to start college. Sounds like you chose OSU. Honey, I’m so proud.”

Sophie choked back a sob, and splayed her fingers over her mouth. She kept her gaze riveted to the video. Adrian bowed his head, closing his eyes for a moment. Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn’t he leave her alone? Well, he knew why. But couldn’t he have found a gentler way?

“I miss you and Liam and your dad and mom,” her grandfather went on, “but it’s not so bad here. There’s all kinds of interesting folks to talk to. I even found some old friends. Now, this boy says he can bring you here to see me, if you’re willing. Sophie, I’d sure love that. I wouldn’t be able to touch you, but it’d be a real treat to talk to you again. I hope you’ll come. In the meantime, I love you so much, honey, and you take care of yourself.”

The video ended.

Tears ran down her face. She handed the phone back to Adrian, holding her arm out to the side and not looking at him.

He took the phone, and handed her a clean cotton handkerchief from his front pocket.

She accepted it, and blew her nose.

“I’m sorry,” Adrian said, then found himself talking rapidly, saying things he hadn’t entirely planned to say: “When I was a kid, my mum died. Suddenly. In a routine surgery, one of those complications that isn’t supposed to happen but sometimes does. And when I first went to the…that place, and found her soul, I…was really shaken.” Was crying too hard to talk would sound maudlin, he decided, although it was true. “Everyone feels that way. I mean, the few living people who’ve been there, and talked to their loved ones. It’s normal. But you do get used to it after a while.”

Sophie wiped her eyes. “I don’t know how you did the video. Or why.” Her voice sounded shakier than ever now. “But I want to go home.”


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Molly Ringle has been writing fiction for over 20 years, and her stories always include love and humor, as well as the occasional touch of the paranormal. Molly lives in Seattle with her husband and kids, and worships fragrances and chocolate.







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Book Blast: Prism by Matthew D. Ryan


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GENRE: Fantasy


mediakit_bookcover_prismIn the mystical realm of the Cavern, Akarra is Shardshaper to the quartzian people who inhabit it. Fashioned from quartz and filled with enchanted light, the quartzians are a strong and hearty people. Akarra is no exception. But when destiny intervenes, she must choose between the he-quartz she loves and the life path she lives for. Which shall she choose?


Yridia produced another crystal: a clump of cracked, twisted quartz. She placed it in front of Akarra and said, “I want you to shape this crystal into an icosahedron. Work quickly. Now, go.”

Akarra blanched: An icosahedron was the most complicated perfect solid known. It was a quasi-spherical shape consisting of twenty identical triangular sides. A correctly formed icosahedron would fit in a perfect sphere in such a way that every vertex of every triangle would just touch the inner surface of the sphere. Actually, that was true of all perfect solids.

Akarra lifted the Shard and pointed the flat face of one of its triangular faces towards the clump of crystal. She bowed her head in concentration, summoning the power of her will. Her mind reached into the Shard; she could sense the Bond it had made with Yridia. The Bond inhibited Akarra’s control of the Heartshard, but not entirely: she could still harness the power of the Shard, just at a less effective level. She did so, and the Shard began to glow in her hands. First it glowed red, pulsing with energy, temperature rising. Next, orange, and the temperature began to drop. Next, yellow and a flash of cold. The other colors followed in turn: green, blue, indigo, violet, and then finally, it went clear. She sensed the presence of deathlight, and saw it in her mind’s eye although her normal vision failed her. She discharged a thick beam of deathlight focused on the lump of crystal. Immediately, the crystal began to morph and ripple.

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mediakit_authorphoto_prismMatthew D. Ryan is a published author living in upstate New York on the shores of Lake Champlain. His work has been featured on-line at and

He has been deeply involved in the fantasy genre for most of his life as a reader, writer, and game designer. He is the operator of the web-site which features his blog, “A Toast to Dragons,” a blog dedicated to fantasy literature, and, to a lesser extent, sci-fi. Mr. Ryan says he receives his inspiration from his many years as an avid role-player and fantasy book reader. He has spent many long hours devising adventures and story-lines as well as gaming systems for role-playing games, playing a motley assortment of characters in RPG worlds, as well as digesting the writings of J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert Jordan, and others. As a result, he has great depth of experience in the fantasy genre and feels it was a natural shift for him to move into fantasy writing.

Mr. Ryan is the author of the exciting dark fantasy novel, Drasmyr, The Children of Lubrochius, and The Sceptre of Morgulan, as well as a growing number of short stories. His first novel, Drasmyr, won the book of the month award on Long and Short Reviews: Young Adult for the month of September 2012. The story features a traditional Dracula type vampire in a Middle-Earth type setting. It is a dark fantasy geared toward teens and adults that has consistently earned reviews in the four and five star range.

Drasmyr serves as the prequel to his series: From the Ashes of Ruin. In addition to Drasmyr, The Children of Lubrochius, and The Sceptre of Morgulan, Mr. Ryan has published several short stories on-line, including: “Haladryn and the Minotaur”(published at the now defunct Pegasus On-line), “The River’s Eye”(published at , “Escape”(published at, and the three-story collection Of Dragons, Love, and Poison.. His latest work is the stand-alone novella “Prism,” a startling fantasy story of unique character. He has also spoken on the topic of “World-Building” utilizing his considerable experience as an author and game-designer. When not engrossed in his fantasy worlds, Mr. Ryan can be found volunteering at the local food shelf or playing with his cat, “Confucius,” who is as wise and wily as his name suggests.

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Book Spotlight: The Moreva of Astoreth by Roxanne Bland


Genre: Science Fiction

moa-cover-lighter-1In the world-building tradition of Andre Norton, Anne McCaffrey and Ursula K. LeGuin, The Moreva of Astoreth is a blend of science fiction, romance, and adventure in a unique, richly imagined imperialistic society in which gods and science are indelibly intertwined.

It is the story of priestess, scientist, and healer Moreva Tehi, the spoiled, headstrong granddaughter of a powerful goddess who is temporarily exiled from Temple life in her beloved desert home to a volatile far northern corner of the planet for neglecting to perform her sacred duty, only to venture into dangerous realms of banned experimentation, spiritual rebirth, and fervent, forbidden love.


Interview with author Roxanne Bland

What inspired you to come up with the idea for your book?

Actually, the first inspiration for this book came thirty, thirty-five years ago. A friend and I collaborated on a story while we were in college. I’d always wanted to write it down, but never seemed to find the time. Though I’ve forgotten the details, the basic storyline has always stuck with me. Years later, I read Zecharia Sitchin’s Earth Chronicles series, in which he posits that aliens looking for gold came to Earth, created humans, set themselves up as gods, and founded the Sumerian civilization. Then, years after that, the second inspiration hit me—why not find a way to meld our story and Sitchin’s theories? And so I did, and the result is The Moreva of Astoreth.

Do you have a favorite scene? If so, what was it?

I think my favorite is when Moreva Tehi and Laerd Teger were trapped by the mudslide. Sheltered Tehi had to dig deep into herself to help them both survive. She couldn’t let her fear get the best of her.

Is there a character you’d trade places with? If so, why?

Moreva Tehi. I’d love to date Laerd Teger. And I’ve always liked science, though I was never any good at it. My talents lie elsewhere.

Any challenges in writing this book?

Actually, The Moreva of Astoreth was fairly easy to write. It just sort of flowed.

Any tips to share with someone who wants to be published?

If you want to go the traditional route, you must polish and hone, hone and polish your manuscript until it’s sharp as a knife blade and shiny as a new penny. Develop a thick skin—you will be rejected, and usually without a real explanation, other than “it’s not right for us,” assuming you get an answer at all. Or you can go the independent author—indie—route, and publish it yourself. Or you can do what I did—set up my own publishing house.

Do you have a favorite book (out of the ones you’ve written)?

The Underground. It’s about a werewolf trapped in a bitter love triangle with a vampire and a mage, who falls for an amnesiac space alien who may or may not be a serial killer. This book is important to me because I was going through a difficult time in my life and writing it was quite cathartic. Every character, even the “bad guy,” is a facet of me. And then there’s the message of the story: oppress a person or people hard and long enough, and they will rise against you, and when they do, it won’t be pretty. That was exactly how I felt.

When you’re not writing, what are you up to?

Working, usually. My day job is pretty demanding, which is one reason why I write in the wee hours. I also sneak time off to read whenever I can.

What do you love most about writing?

Well, in general, I get sheer joy from writing. What I really love is watching the story unfold before me.

Do you have a favorite writing environment?

I can’t say it’s my favorite, but I do all my writing in my office. I marvel at people I see in coffee shops, parks and whatnot pounding away at their laptops, oblivious to the tumult around them. I can’t do that because I always end up watching the people instead of my screen. I marvel that they can type on those small keyboards—my fingers get tangled up and I’m doing more backspacing than actual typing.

How do you go about choosing the names for your characters?

Usually I sit back, close my eyes, and let names float through my head. When I think of one that matches my character, that’s the one I choose. Other times, I’ll go to a website for baby names and take a look through them. Be careful doing that, though. The way these cookies track you, all of a sudden I was seeing ads for baby stuff. Very annoying.

Do you have a favorite genre you like to read (other than the ones you write in)?

Well, I have two favorites: thrillers and horror. I lover Jeffrey Deaver and Tess Gerritsen. As for horror, of course there’s the master, Stephen King. But there’s also Peter Straub and Dean Koontz.

What’s your writing routine?

I get up at about two a.m., and write until about six or so. Longer if I’m really into a scene.

What’s on your “bucket list?”

Some of these I can’t do because of physical limitations, but here goes: be a pilot. Visit Antarctica. Hike the Himalayas. Tour Morocco and Egypt—heck, tour Africa while I’m at it. Take a train across the U.S. Have a house in the mountains and a house on the beach—summer in the mountains, winter on the beach.

What would be a must-have for a romantic date?

Romantic date? What’s that?

Print or e-books–do you have a preference?

I prefer print books, but you can’t beat e-books for traveling.

What’s your favorite song on your playlist?

Anything by Beethoven.

Favorite time of day & why?

Three a.m. I’m a night owl, and I much prefer the night to the day, though daytime has its good points (when it’s sunny). Besides, it’s when I get my best writing done.

How long have you been a writer?

Writing was a hidden passion for me. I started writing as a child; I won a city-wide contest when I was about ten. But in all those years, from childhood to adulthood, I didn’t take it seriously. I was into music (I am, or was, a pianist), and writing was just something to do to pass the time. I didn’t get serious about writing until 2001, when I was going through that dark period I mentioned earlier. That’s when I discovered that I loved writing. I’ve never looked back.


5 Stars

Intricate worldbuilding and an intriguing story make this an exciting read. I was really immersed in the culture and the story of Moreva Tehi. I think the comparisons to authors such as Anne McCaffrey and Ursula K. LeGuin are quite apt. You’ll lose yourself in the world author Roxanne Bland has created. This is highly recommended for science fiction readers and anyone who enjoys an adventure.



Author Bio

dsc_4693-2Roxanne Bland grew up in Washington, D.C., where she discovered strange and wonderful new worlds through her local public library and bookstores. These and other life experiences have convinced her that reality is highly overrated. Ms. Bland lives in Rosedale, Maryland with her Great Dane, Daisy Mae.



















Book Spotlight: Crimson Fire by Mirren Hogan


Genre: Fantasy

crimsonfireMagic was the last thing on Tabia’s mind – until she discovered she could use it. When her father hands her over to the princess of a neighbouring country to pay his debts, she may have the chance to learn how to control her new abilities.

But her new mistress’ enemies have plans of their own. Caught up in a web of divided loyalties, coercion and betrayal, Tabia can trust no one.

Can Tabia find a way to regain her freedom and return home – or will the struggle cost her the ultimate price?


The rain poured down in torrents, slanting at a steep angle and driving into the deck, sounding like a thousand hammers. Above the ship, lightning flashed across the black sky, accompanied by roll after deafening roll of thunder.

Tabia had read enough by then to know that some sorcerers had the ability to control the weather, or at least influence it, but every time she’d started to broach the subject with her mistress, her stomach had rebelled, sending her back to the railing. She considered attempting it on her own and though she didn’t relish the idea, she couldn’t help but try.

She hung on tightly to the railing, looked up at the sky, blinking through a bolt of lightning and began to stare. As with the chakleti, nothing happened for a long while. She’d decided it wasn’t going to when the sky started to glow like a sunset against the thunderheads.

The crew began to shout. Tabia didn’t need to look at them to know they were pointing at the clouds as they shifted, breaching overhead. A patch of blue sky visible in the centre.

She was doing it.

Tabia began to grin as the ship settled. The wind slowed to a stiff breeze. The temperature rose swiftly as the cloud split to reveal the sun. She followed them with her eyes, pushing them a mile from their anchorage.

The crew let out a resounding cheer and Tabia turned, triumphant, to face them. Until she heard a resounding crack echo across the ocean.

Whipping her head back, she watched the clouds disintegrate. The water within them gushed from the sky, hundreds of gallons raining a tumult on perhaps a quarter mile of sea in a circle around the ship.

The waves rose, slowly at first, before the force of the rain pushed them higher and faster, smashing them against the hull. The ship started to list dangerously to one side. Everything not nailed down slid down the deck to the opposite railing, including Tabia, who slammed painfully into the mast, bounced and slid the rest of the way as the waves threatened to engulf the ship.

Author Bio

Mirren Hogan lives in NSW Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cat, rabbits and countless birds. She has a Bachelor of Arts (English/ history), a Graduate Diploma of Arts (writing) and a couple of degrees in education. She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, paranormal fiction.She has several books due for release with The Dragon’s Rocketship publishing within the next year, including a trilogy co-authored by Erin Yoshikawa. She’s also had several short stories published and has co-edited two charity anthologies; for breast cancer research and Plan Australia.

Twitter: @MirrenHogan




Book Spotlight: Girl Within Girl by S.P. Aruna


Genre: Erotic Thriller


girl-cover-finalKatrina is never alone. She is bound to others inside her, tighter than any Siamese twins could ever be: Cherry, the freewheeling photojournalist, Anisa, the covert spy-assassin, and others as yet unknown, all sharing her body and mind as she goes about her work in a psychiatric hospital. But she is starting to unravel, and her sole hope is the handsome Dr. Sean Paisley, the only one who can make her whole again.

Girl Within Girl is a dark erotic thriller that wanders through a sensual maze of mind control and torture.

Author Interview

Deborah: What inspired you to come up with the idea for your book?

S.P.: Inspiration came from my husband (also an undiscovered author), but the idea came from the true story of Candy Jones, a popular pinup girl of the 1940’s, who, a decade later, ended up as a hypno-programmed spy for the CIA. I read a book, The CIA’s Control of Candy Jones, by Donald Bain, and I thought this would make a good novel. Candy went on missions under an alter-ego called Arlene Grant, but Candy was unaware of what Arlene did. In other words she was a real-life Manchurian Candidate.

Deborah: Do you have a favorite scene? If so, what was it?

S.P.: Actually, a series of scenes which occur in Chapter 20 were the most fun to write. This is the part where the personality known as Anisa escapes the mental asylum and attempts to rendezvous with the handsome Dr. Paisley, who is trying to cure her. Fleeing her military controllers, she exhibits all the strength and resourcefulness of a female James Bond, as she eludes and ultimately outwits them.

Deborah: Is there a character you’d trade places with? If so, why?

S.P.: Cherry Cummins, because she is carefree and footloose, uninhibited, free of guilt, and can not only tolerate pain, but actually relishes it. She gets to travel all around the world and have sex with fascinating men and get paid a lot of money for doing it.

Deborah: Any challenges in writing this book?

S.P.: The truth about mind control and trauma-induced multiple personalities is an ugly one, yet the Girl Within Girl series is meant to be entertaining. I have to balance the entertainment portion with the message that these things did (and probably still do) exist and that the victims of those experiments have had their lives ruined. I hope to bring this out more in the second book.

Deborah: When you’re not writing, what are you up to?

S.P.: My husband and I live on a large piece of land, and tending to our trees and flowers is very relaxing. We also have a swimming pool and I’m in it several times during the day. Swimming helps me get ideas for my stories.

Deborah: How do you go about choosing the names for your characters?

S.P.: Now that’s an intriguing question. I really don’t know, they just pop into my head as I write. But I would love to hear how other authors go about it. I often wonder when I’m reading a novel how they came up with their character names.

Deborah: Do you have a favorite genre you like to read (other than the ones you write in)?

S.P.: Yes, quite a few, Roman Noir (especially James M. Cain), suspense-thrillers, mysteries, and the occasional non-fiction book.

Deborah: Print or e-books–do you have a preference?

S.P.: his is sort of a six of one, half-dozen of the other situation. I enjoy the look and feel of print books, but digital books offer lots of advantages. You can store hundreds, even thousands of them on your device, they are easy to bookmark and highlight your favorite parts, but difficult to lend out if they have Digital Rights Management. My book has no DRM, so it can be freely copied. (I’m not concerned with getting paid for every single copy, only that it’s popular)

Deborah: Favorite time of day & why?

S.P.: I love the mornings. I’m an early riser, rising with the sun. As the start of a new day, morning carries a fragrance of possibilities.

Author bio

ml-roberts-2Half French, half Khmer (Cambodian), I’m a woman whose head is filled with fantasies and intriguing stories, and who wants to share them with others.

I live in the countryside of southern Cambodia with my author husband. I used to own a beauty salon, but I sold it when I got married. After editing my husband’s novels, I decided to try my hand at writing my own.


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Book Excerpt & Giveaway: Twilight Over Moldavia by Stephanie Burkhart


*Stephanie will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.*


mediakit_bookcover_twilightovermoldaviaRomanian unification is on the horizon and the spirited Crown Princess of Carpathia, Caroline, would prefer to ride horses and archery to embroidery and dancing. Complicating her life is her recent discovery that she’s a witch.

Prince Stefan Sigmaringen travels to Carpathia to meet Caroline. He discovers he has much in common with her. He also learns that a strange man, Timon, has an unnatural interest in him.

Upon Stefan’s engagement, he overhears his mother confessing to a horrible secret – she cursed him in order to conceive him and Stefan will become a werewolf when he turns eighteen. There is a condition to overcome the curse, but it will require Stefan to draw on all his inner strength and Caroline, her courage. Can they break the foul enchantment and secure their future or will Stefan give himself over to the lupine curse that haunts his family?


Stefan went down on one knee. “Caroline, will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will.”

Loud applause broke out.

Stefan reached into his pocket and withdrew a ring. Caroline gasped. A diamond surrounded by aquamarines. “It’s beautiful.”

He smiled and slid it onto her finger. Caroline sensed conflicting emotions within him. Happiness clashed with apprehension, and she shared those emotions. Their night of happiness had been tempered by danger.

Father Nicholai, the Orthodox priest, stepped forward and placed Caroline’s hand in Stefan’s. Then he made the sign of the Orthodox cross over them.

“May God bless you and watch over you as you begin your life together. You have the church’s blessing to marry. Love is patient. It is kind, gentle, and all-knowing. Nurture such feelings in your hearts, and your marriage will be satisfying and fruitful. In the Lord’s name, I bless you. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

Stefan and Caroline made the sign of the Orthodox cross, and the guests did the same. Everyone raised their voices and said, “Amen.”

“Wine for all!” Mihai said. “I have a toast!”

Waiters passed red wine to everyone and gave Stefan and Caroline a set of gold goblets. Mihai raised his glass. “A toast — norco — to the engaged couple. May you find true happiness like Theresa and I have found, and as Mircea and Aurora have found as well.”

Everyone raised their glasses. Stefan clinked Caroline’s glass and took a long sip. Caroline barely had her lips to the goblet when she detected a foul smell coming from it. Her stomach clenched. He gagged, the wine splashed a little on his jacket, and he collapsed on the ground, choking.

“Stefan!” Caroline fell to her knees next to him, and placed her glass next to her. Mihai raced to Stefan’s side, wrapped his arms around Stefan, and raised him up. Michael joined them. Gasps of concern filled the room. Caroline glanced at Stefan’s mother. Her hands covered her mouth, and terror filled her eyes. Caroline’s father rushed to her side.

Stefan’s eyes snapped open. They were yellow. His cheeks narrowed, and his teeth, sharp and pointed, hung over his lower lip. Then he relaxed and slumped in his father’s arms.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

mediakit_authorphoto_twilightovermoldaviaStephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD.  She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire.  She served 11 years in the US Army and currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons.

She adores chocolate and is addicted to coffee.  She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children’s books published with 4RV Publishing.









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