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Saturday, October 30, 2021

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Friday, October 29, 2021

Halloween Dance Party Playlist with Megan Speece #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular






Tranquil Heights
Book One
Megan Speece

Genre: Paranormal Suspense
Publisher: Megan Speece
Date of Publication: 10/15/2021
ISBN: 978-1-7374715-0-9
ASIN: B09B8WZDW1
Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 42,767
Cover Artist: Megan Speece

Book Description: 

Katie Edgecomb is questioning everything she thought she knew. 

She thought the family curse was fake, just a scary story her mom told her to keep her from misbehaving. The first-born daughters in each of the last three generations lost their lives on their twenty-fifth birthdays, a series of tragic accidents sending shock waves of grief through multiple generations. 

It isn't until Katie is faced with the real-time impacts of the curse that she starts to believe it may be more than a story and she sets out to discover the origins of the family's fabled curse. Her only clue lies in an exclusive girls' preparatory academy in Washington that was once an asylum. There, she must face heart-break, ugly truths, and events so terrifying that they threaten to sever her very ties to reality. 

She has no choice.

Katie is pregnant, and she won't let her child become another life claimed by the curse.


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About the Author:

Megan is a thriller author, horror buff, and dog person. She is currently writing books and helping authors navigate self publishing. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two dogs, and can be found spending her weekends at the beach, exploring everything Washington has to offer, or settling in with a good horror movie.


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Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Author Interview - Need by Madison Wentworth #ParanormalEroticRomance

- What is your “day” job if you are not a full time author?

I used to work in newspapers, but we all know how that’s going these days. I used to write obituaries, but I never thought I’d be writing one for journalism. Now I write about ghosts instead, but most of the time I do contract writing and editing. 

- If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

“I Went Mad.” It works with my name, and it’s true in many respects. I love the paranormal, which is its own form of madness.

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Being an author’s easy. Have you seen how many books there are out there? Getting people to read your book is the hard part!

- What is the best thing about being an author?

I get to live in my own little world. Have you seen what’s going on in this one? It’s not too pretty. We authors tend to keep to ourselves a lot, because we like the worlds we create better than the real one.

- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it? 

Not really. People are people. And I think most authors view themselves as artists, not celebrities. I wouldn’t want anyone to get starstruck meeting me. I’d rather people get off on my story than excited about meeting me. That’s the ultimate compliment.

- What book changed your life?

“Magic Kingdom for Sale” by Terry Brooks. It’s quirky, funny, and adventurous all at once. It’s about a guy from the real world who buys a magic kingdom and gets transported there, which is what I’ve wanted to do with my writing ever since. 

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

I had a lot, including the Terry Brooks novels. I’ve always liked fantasy like “The Lord of the Rings” and intense stories like “1984” and “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

- What books are currently in your to be read pile?

Somehow, I’ve never gotten around to reading any Nicholas Sparks books, and I’d like to.

- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?

Print. I’m old-school: I like to hold a book in my hands. Audio books can be nice if you’re on a long trip, though.


- If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

I’ve always wanted to live in Rivendell, so I’d have to say “The Lord of the Rings.” Just don’t put me in “Game of Thrones,” because everyone ends up dead. Really, I just want to be in a story where the characters treat each other with respect and kindness, where they take the time to understand one another, and where there’s a happy ending.

Need
Madison Wentworth

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Madison Crest
Date of Publication: Aug. 30, 2021
ISBN: 979-8468157046
ASIN: B09F3WVDZC
Number of pages: 165
Word Count: 24,000
Cover Artist: Bookcoverzone.com

Tagline: Sometimes you crave what’s good for you. Sometimes he craves you too.

Book Description:

Cherie just met the love of her life, but there’s a catch: He’s dead.

It’s not every day you find true love on an adult website, but that’s the most normal thing about Cherie’s new boyfriend, Evan.

To start with, he isn’t actually new. They’re engaged, or so he says. But she has no memory of planning their wedding, or even meeting him, for that matter, because for her, it hasn’t happened yet.

The bond is there, though. She can feel it. As a vampire of the soul, she can taste it, and she needs to taste more of it. It’s a bond so strong that it awakened his spirit in order to find her. Now, she must save him in order to free him from death... so she can have all of him. She needs that.

Need isn’t a word she uses lightly. She’s never truly needed anyone before. But she’s discovering she needs him now, even as their time together appears fated to be cut tragically short. And he needs her, too, more than she knows.

Yet their mutual craving is only just awakening. Can they find a way to cheat the fates and find a future together?

Time alone will tell.



Excerpt:

How are you supposed to feel when you find out the man you’ve fallen in love with, who you’ve never even met in person, reveals that the two of you were once engaged, and that you were—inadvertently or not—the cause of his death?

I try to plan for every contingency, but even super-prepared Cher hadn’t seen that one coming.

“Does that mean the whole thing has to happen all over again the same way?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Does it mean we’ll get to meet, after all? Or do I meet another version of you instead?”

“I don’t know.”

This was exasperating. The odd thing was, I found it almost impossible to be mad at him. It wasn’t his fault, anyway. He had no idea how to get out of the place where he was, wherever or whenever that might be, or what would happen if he did. I had no idea how to get him out, either, but I did know I had to find a way—and without him getting run over by a car again. I’d strap him to the bed if I had to.

“If we were engaged before, does that mean we still are?” I asked.

“I think so, unless you want to break it off. Do you?”

“No, I like being your fiancĂ©e.”

“Good. Because I like it, too.”

I still didn’t feel comfortable telling anyone else about Evan, or telling Layla anything more about him, because now it was even weirder than before. So, the only person I was left with as counselor was my inner voice.

I need to get him back here again. I need to see him.

Need. It was a word I’d hardly ever used before, and certainly not in connection with myself. But I seemed to be using it more and more with Even.

How do you think you’re going to do that if he’s dead?

It was a good question.

I could call my ghost-hunter friends.

You don’t need to hunt him. You already know where he is: In that smartphone screen of yours! You drew him to you through the internet. Now you just need to bring him the rest of the way.

How?

By being yourself. He hungers for you and can’t resist you. He will come.

Could it possibly be as simple as that? It couldn’t be. I remembered the voice had asked me once before who I was, and I’d answered that I was just me. But I was only that person when I was alone. Otherwise, I was always pretending—except when I was with Evan. I could be myself with him, too. So maybe it really was as simple as that, after all. It had to be, because I couldn’t think of anything else. But how could I be my true self, my vampire self, when the world was watching?

You can’t. You need to go someplace.

It didn’t help that I was having this conversation with myself at work.

“Cher, can you come over here for a sec?” Joy motioned toward me. “This customer needs his frames adjusted.”

“Coming.”

Fortunately for the eye clinic, and for my own job security, I was great at multitasking. I was able to keep brainstorming about how to get some privacy even while I was adjusting Mr. Thompson’s new glasses to fit him perfectly without pinching the bridge of his nose or pulling down too much behind the ear.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’re very good at that.”

I laughed easily. “I should be. I’ve been doing this long enough. But you’re very good at being a patient patient, and that makes all the difference.”

He nodded slightly and... was he blushing? So often, I found that the smallest kind word or gesture was appreciated beyond what I’d expected. People didn’t treat each other with kindness enough anymore. It had become rare enough that, when it happened, it was unexpected.

And they were grateful. It was sad that common courtesy had fallen so far out of style.

But being nice to people was how I’d been raised; it was part of who I was.

Vampires are known for their courtesy. They only enter where they’re invited.

That was it!

I had to be myself—my vampire self—to draw Evan back to the land of the living, but I had to invite him, too. That was the one thing I’d been missing. He might be dead, but he was also a vampire, and if I invited him, he would have no choice but to accept.


About the Author:

Madison Wentworth grew up on syndicated reruns of Dark Shadows and The Twilight Zone, coming of age not far from the Malibu surf. A job as a reporter for a small-town newspaper meant digging through police reports, gossip, rumor, and innuendo. And that led to more work as a writer, and a move east and northward to the opposite coast, a venue far more conducive to night-owl vampires and their felines.

An interest in cinema — and outings to see movies such as Ghost and The Sixth Sense — reignited a fascination with the paranormal, and stirred an interest in blending the mystical with the sensual.

The result is NEED, the author’s debut novella.




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Monday, October 25, 2021

Natalie Johanson's Top 10 Favorite Vampires




1- Spike from Buffy. Spike is the most underrated, hilarious, heartfelt and loyal vampire ever. I’ll die on that hill.

2- Lestat from Interview with a Vampire. Something about his mournful journey is just… *chef kiss*

3- Damian from Vampire Diaries. He’s just such a great bad guy. 

4- Dracula. He’s the OG right? I have to include him. 

5- Count Dracula from Dracula Untold. SUCH A GREAT retelling. Also… Luke Evans. 

6- Selene from Underworld. She is the queen of bad asses. 

7- Matthew Clairmont from Discovery of Witches. He’s such a clean, refreshing take on the traditional vampire. Great book. 

8- Angel from Buffy/Angel. I suppose I should put Angel on the list. He was my OG heart throb even if Spike is the better character. 

9- Blade from Blade. His sword skills are on point. 

10- Eric Northman from The Sookie Stackhouse Books/True Blood. He’s pretty. What can I say. 


Shadow’s Past
Shadow Series 
Book Two
Natalie Johanson

Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: Tea and Dagger Publishing
Date of Publication: Oct. 15, 2021
ISBN: 1087965632
ASIN: B09FFTJBPW
Number of pages: 320
Word Count: 110,000
Cover Artist: Samantha at Magical Book Covers

Tagline: Rose will learn the past never stays buried
                 Ancient history won't be forgotten
                 And duties won't be ignored.

Book Description: 

Her magic to walk through shadows has grown and changed to so much more. 

The shadow wolves are demanding even more of Rose Trewin and now an ancient enemy has returned that threatens the Balance of the world. War seems to hang at the borders. 

Rose must face the shadows of her own past if she wants to have any hope to save her kingdom.

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Excerpt

Rose opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling in the dim morning light. Blinking lazily, she rolled her head and checked the small window of her room. The winter wind rattled the shutters and even with the rags stuffed in the gaps, the freezing wind forced its way through the cracks.

She sighed and rolled out of bed, having chased sleep unsuccessfully all night. Even if the howling wind hadn’t kept her up, the nightmares did. Her sleep was fitful, and disturbing. Her dreams were haunted by gray wastelands and whispering ghosts. Recently, her dreams had taken a turn for the worse. The attempted coup on the castle over the summer had left different marks on Rose. That fighting, that type of pain was different than anything she was used to. It had left new scars, hidden and visible, on Rose.  

Swinging her legs over the edge of the narrow bed, she absently rubbed the smooth burns that circled her wrists. Despite the thick wool socks, her feet quickly grew cold from the floor, and she glared at the faintly glowing stove. The orange coals did little to heat the small room.

She pushed off the bed and shoved her legs into plain trousers and a simple tunic hanging off the back of the long chair in her room. It was a small box of a room, large enough for a narrow bed, a desk and a chair. The stove was shoved in the corner between the bed and desk.

Unfortunately, the only coat she had was the deep blue uniform coat of the Light Horse: the messenger service of the king. Her belongings were sparse, and her actions over the summer required her to play the part of a Light Horse Officer. And, as her items were few and far between, she’d kept the uniform items. Shoving her arms into the coat, ignoring the feeling of being an imposter as she did so, she walked into the hallways in search of the kitchens.

They’d be warmer than her room, and maybe there was still a snack or two left lying about she could steal before attempting this feat called sleep.  

Her life felt stalled. She’d come to the castle, after carrying the message for a dying Light Horse Officer, with the intent to leave again and continue her journey. But then she’d found another person with her magic. Something Rose thought was a mistake of nature or a curse of the gods, and then there was D’ray, the B’Leakon who’d attempted to overthrow King Micah. He appeared and upheaved her whole world.

And so she’d stayed, despite her fear of staying in one place, with the hope of learning more about her magic, of finding answers to questions she’d had all her life. Now, months later and winter fully set in, she had discovered nothing.

The stagnant feeling of her days added to her irritability and inability to sleep.

As she walked, she entered the older parts of the castle. Here the tapestries were older the further away from the public halls. Time had faded the once bright colors to dull, washed out fabrics, but you could still see the epic tales of warriors and kings sewed into their weave. One of the previous kings must’ve had a fondness for the sea, because along the hall to the kitchens, the tapestries were tales of sailors, great sea monsters, and the beginnings of the royal navy.

The suits of armor along these walls, tucked into the alcoves weren’t the shiny, polished displays for the public. These were tarnished, grimy, and damaged from time. She glanced at them as she passed and wondered where these went when they were replaced. Did the castle just throw them out? Or was there a giant room in some dusty old wing stuffed to the brim with old armor parts?

Outside, the raging blizzard beat against the castle and the hallways were frigid as a result. The wind rattled the shuttered windows and howled. The once thick carpets along the floors had long since been worn down by the hundreds of servants' feet over the years. The stone floor poked through in many places. The halls were dark, the few lanterns burned low, and the flames made dark shadows flicker along the stone walls and the suits of armor.

She tucked her fists into her pockets and trudged around the corner.  

“Everything alright, ma’am?” A guard paused in his stride down the hall. His black and amethyst uniform made him blend into the dark.

“Yup,” Rose said and kept walking.  

He dipped his head in a marginal nod and turned back down the hall. She continued on her journey to the kitchens, further into the belly of the castle.

Finally, at the door, feeling the residual heat of the hearths from inside the kitchens, Rose took a deep breath. Her bones were tired. A weight had settled in her limbs since the summer.

She wanted to sleep. To sleep for days, but she worried the weariness that she carried wouldn’t be cured by sleep.

“Ma’am?”

Rose jerked at Aaron’s voice and found him sitting at the large kitchen table in the center of the room. The candlelight lit up little of his face, but with the shadows, Rose could see his high cheekbones and dusty blond hair. His face was full of sharp angles and lines. She was sure some would call him handsome.

“Everything alright?” he asked, his voice soft but attentive. She’d never seen him lose his attention or his patience.

Rose sniffed, annoyed she’d jumped, and settled across from him at the counter. “Yes.

Can’t sleep. What’s your excuse?”

Aaron, one of King Micah’s personal guards, glanced at her before returning to the block of cheese he was cutting into. “I’m getting off shift and needed a snack before heading to bed.”
Aaron was a tall mountain of a man that managed to sneak around and move with barely a sound in a way Rose was jealous of. She guessed he was a few years older than her, maybe somewhere in the later half of his third decade. He carried himself like a warrior, and she’d seen him fight to know there was no lie in the lithe, lethal way he moved. It made her wary, but she’d never once seen him raise his voice.

“Oh. Well, tell me, Aaron of the guard.” She nicked the cheese he’d sliced off the block and he frowned at her. “Do you enjoy it?”

Aaron frowned at her but sliced off another piece before pulling the teapot off the fire and settling at the table. He poured them both a cup before speaking. “Shield. Those who guard the royal family are Black Shields. And yes, it is a very fulfilling position.”

Rose raised her eyebrows and sipped the tea. “You enjoy following a man around all day, every day? And what royal family? It’s just him here.”

“There’s more to it, and you know that,” Aaron said with a sardonic look.  “And yes, right now, only the king. But when his cousins or his aunt visit the castle, their protection falls to us. And eventually, the queen and heirs.”

“I see.” Rose ducked her head, shame burning her cheeks. She did know that. She’d seen the work and risk Aaron and the other Shields had taken to protect the king last summer. She shouldn’t have insulted him so. “I apologize. I’m in a mood, it seems.” She stared into her tea.

“Sleep disagrees with me.”

She pushed strands of her hair out of her eyes and tried to tuck it behind her ear.

Aaron nodded and pushed his plate toward her. “After the battle this summer, I’m sure many find sleep hard to come by. It will pass in time.”

She would bury these nightmares just like she has with all the others. These will just take her more time. More time and more rum. She started to rub the smooth scar on her wrist and had to tell herself to stop.

“Are you still training with Archie?”

Rose chuckled. “Everyone really does call him Archie when he’s not looking, don’t they?”

Archie, or Archibald as he preferred it, was one of the Swordmasters in the castle that trained new and upcoming recruits. His younger sister, Mariah Sayla, was captain of the Light Horse. She was currently trying to convince Rose to become a Light Horse Officer herself. Rose still had her doubts about that being a good idea. Assassins didn’t belong in castles.

Aaron laughed, a deep, baritone laugh. “Yes, and I’ll denounce you as a liar if you tell him.”

Rose laughed too and it felt good to laugh, like something had loosened in her chest with the sound. She hadn’t laughed since the summer attack on the throne room, when her magic had gone to shit, and she’d been trapped there after exhausting her magic, after letting the shadows in too far. Her hand went to the scars on her wrist again. D’ray had burned her wrists when he’d forced her memories out with his magic in an effort to assassinate the king. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He nodded his thanks, a smile still on his lips. “How’s your training going? It’s hard work, and not many stick with it. Archie must see something in you to keep you on, without being paid,” he eyed her with a raised eyebrow, “or a member of a corps.”

She crooked a smile and ignored the jibe. “It’s a challenge, and I like challenges.” It also lets me clear my mind and not… think or feel or... “It’s just me and the sword and trying not to get smacked.” She paused and chewed her cheek. “Although, I don’t like the broadsword. Archie started me with a long knife, but...I’m much better with my little daggers.”

Aaron scrunched his brows together as he thought, and Rose took the opportunity to steal more cheese. “I have watched you fight in the practice rings. All of the Shields are Swordmasters, but we are also trained in...a variety of weapons aside from the broadsword. You should train with us sometime. Maybe I can train you in some weapons more to your style.”

Rose nodded noncommittally. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to commit to more training with more people. The more ties she made here, the harder it would be to leave. Some part of her didn’t want to disappoint so many people if she disappeared, and fewer ties meant less disappointment. Although, she wasn’t sure when she started caring about what others felt. The thought made her frown. She was already becoming too attached here, and she wasn’t even sure she was going to stay.

The bells started their chimes, and even down in the depths of the kitchens, they heard their faint echo. “I really must be retiring. I suggest you try to do the same.”
Rose nodded and watched him leave. She stood and checked in the back of the cheese larder and found the bottle of brandy was still there.  

“Mine,” she whispered as she grabbed it, stuffed it in her pocket, and finally turned back to her room.

* * * * *

Later that afternoon, while nursing a rather impressive headache, Rose sat curled in the stiff, overstuffed armchair in the common room for the Light Horse. The room was filled with a scattering of tables, and benches. The hearth had a large bookshelf built into the stone around it. Random knick knacks from the years were scattered on the plain wood shelving. A carved horse. A mismatched collection of books. Some trophy from a race she didn’t know. The room was old and shabby, but it was lived in and loved. She felt like an intruder sitting here.

The fire roared in the hearth, making the large room warm and cozy. The sound of wood popping and crackling in the flames filled the room. The storm continued to blow outside; the window on the far end of the room was crusted with ice.

In the back of her mind, the shadows were restless, no doubt adding to her brandy headache. Something was stirring them, the denizens of the Shadow Land. She could feel them prowling in the shadows, could feel their irritation. She’d never felt them behave like this before. Normally the shadowy beasts existed on their own and, up until this summer, kept to themselves. She didn’t know what it meant, but whatever it was… they were angry about it.

“What is causing such a frown?”

Rose blinked, focusing her eyes again, and turned to Sam Fiben. He sat across from her on the equally battered and old couch. He watched her with his expressive, eager eyes. Sam was also a member of the Light Horse and, like so many of the officers, had a magical ability. While it wasn’t a requirement, as far as Rose was aware, the corps seemed to attract lost souls with odd magics. Sam controlled fire. Poorly, but he was learning. The stoic captain also had magic and could read minds. A skill that had set Rose on her nerves when she’d first arrived.

“Was I frowning?”

He nodded, a small grin on his lips. His piercing blue eyes seemed to twinkle at her.

“You looked quite bothered.”

“Hmm,” she hummed and set her eyes back to the fire. “Something’s changed.”

“What has?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured and rolled her shoulders. But she needed to find out.

She stood with a sigh, head pounding behind her eyes, and turned from the room. She could feel Sam’s eyes on her, but she ignored the stare on her back. The people in the Light Horse were so open, so used to sharing their cares and troubles with each other, but she’d survived by keeping her secrets close to her. She didn’t know how to share. Didn’t know if she wanted to.

Instead, she retreated to her drafty room, her boots clicking on the stone floor with her hasty steps. Closing the door behind her, Rose’s hands shook. The last time she’d used her magic, it had taken control. It had harmed people, the king. She’d nearly lost her mind to the shadows. But the hells be damned, she wasn’t going to let them control her.
She closed her shutter, blocking out the little light from the afternoon. In her dark room, Rose dropped into the shadows, into the Undertunnels. Like stepping into a room, she entered the world that existed between worlds. It lived in the shadows, the darkness, the between spaces of the world. Here, the world was awash with blues and grays and a heavy mist settled around her knees. The dark world is broken up by little ‘windows’ looking into the world at places where light meets darkness.

She could feel the wolves pacing in the darkness, could sense their agitation. Perspiration broke out on her forehead at their nearness, but they made no move to break into her mind. A wind stirred the mist in a flurry, and dew gathered on her face.

“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice wispy. She ground her teeth in annoyance.

Red eyes appeared in the darkness and soon, the darkness condensed into a snout, a head, the body of a wolf. Standing nearly to her chest, the red-eyed beast stared at her, hackles raised and dew-drops dotting its fur.

“What is happening?” Rose asked again. This time her voice was firmer.

The wolf lifted its lips in a silent snarl, white fangs gleaming in the darkness.

“He’s awakened.” The voice echoed in her mind.

She fought back a grimace and told herself, again, that she was in charge of these beasts. Not the other way around. “Who?”

“He ruins the Balance. He should not be!”

More wolves appeared in the darkness.

“Who!” Rose shouted at them.

They froze, all blazing eyes turned to her. A stillness settled in her bones, and even the swirling mist seemed to hang suspended.

“The Earthmover.”


About the Author: 

Natalie Johanson grew up and lives in the valley of Salt Lake City surrounded by the beautiful Rocky Mountains. Her days are spent trying to herd her two cats, Holmes and Watson. Natalie's summers are spent camping or exploring new places. She usually spends her winters hiding from the snow.












Author Interview- That Magic Mischief by Susanna Allen #PNR


What is your “day” job if you are not a full-time author?

My first career was as a publications designer for magazines. I still work at it, and feel very fortunate to still get that sort of work. I also work as a subeditor and have worked as a journalist as a theatre and cultural critic and feature writer, and in my best gig ever, as a beauty journalist. 

If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?

I sort of already did? It's not about my entire life but deals with a life-changing section of it. I wrote Many Brave Fools: An Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency...And Horses which is about how I took up horseback riding as an adult after leaving my marriage to a substance misuser. Sounds like heavy subject matter, and it is, but it's also funny. 

What is the hardest thing about being an author?

For me, it was getting to know my process and becoming comfortable with it. Authoring for me isn't about sitting in front of a screen all day. I get so much done when I go to the day job, for example. I really make those lunch hours count. I write by hand a lot to get ideas flowing. I walk and walk and sit on public transport and stare out the window, and that lets ideas come and go. 

I still fight it though, still, feel like I'm not working hard enough or getting enough of a word count every day. In this respect, it's hard not to compare myself to other authors who are doing things differently or doing thngs that are measurable. It's hard to quantify how effective it is to scribble on the back of an old proofing printout serves my narratives, but for, it really is. 

What is the best thing about being an author?

The absolute, hands-down best thing is, after I've respected my process and walked for miles and done sprints (that's writing really fast without stopping or allowing your inner censor to stop you) and scribbled ideas, I get into the flow. The flow, for example, took ages to set in on the last novel I finished but when it did, I wrote 20,000 words in one week. Getting into the flow of the story is the most wonderful thing ever, and it's worth all the (so-called) procrastinating and resistance. 

Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your favorite authors? If so who was it?  

I didn't get to meet Grace Burrowes, who I admire boundlessly, in person, but I did reach out for a blurb for A Wolf in Duke's Clothing, the first installment in my Shapeshifters of the Beau Monde series (a mashup of Regency historical romance and Shapeshifters). She very graciously said yes and gave me great feedback and stunningly complimentary quotes. I was and still am beyond honored.

What book changed your life?

Every few years, a new book changes my life. The first time I was conscious of having my mind exploded open was when I read The Color Purple by Alice Walker. I read One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and wished I could read it in its original Spanish. Both Gilead by Marilynn Robinson and Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro made me burst into tears. 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami is freeeeeaky and I could barely tell you anything about now, but when I was reading it, I was completely immersed to the degree I lost track of time and space. Books are amazing!


What were some of your favorite books growing up?

I had so many, and was so fortunate in my English teachers in elementary school. I had one who assigned us like, ten books in one semester, which was a challenge for almost everyone else but not for me; not boasting, I have always adored reading. So: The Chronicles of Narnia, A Wrinkle in Time, Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury... I still have my childhood copy of the latter with my name written on the flyleaf. 

What books are currently in your to-be-read pile?

Reset by Sarina Dahlan, The Family Cross by Gabrielle Ash, and the first in David Slayton's series, White Trash Warlock. 

Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audiobooks?

I love ebooks and print and have been defaulting to ebooks because of the immediacy of them. They were a godsend during the pandemic. I am not into audio, I think because I listen to music all the time (yes, even when I write, this is divisive topic among writers) and am used to my mind wandering or turning its focus on something else, so the few times I've tried listening to a book, I couldn't keep my mind on it.

If you could live inside the world of a book or series which world would it be and why?

Despite my dislike of cold weather and snowy conditions, I would live in any Christmas romance, set in like a small mountain town with the usual cast of quirky characters. I read them year round. I have an idea for one in the Shapeshifters of the Beau Monde world and make notes for it whenever I need to take a break from the current work in progress. I wouldn't otherwise live in any of my own worlds because, well, I already have done and am always ready to move on to another. 


That Magic Mischief 
Susanna Allen

Genre: Paranormal contemporary romance
Publisher: Ally Press 
Date of Publication: October 01, 2021
ISBN Print: 978-1-953290-12-0 
ISBN eBook: 978-1-953290-13-7 
ASIN: B09G97RGZF
Number of pages: 326 pages
Word Count: 82,000
Cover Artist: Tamara DeStefano

Tagline: A heartbroken amateur witch is in over her head after casting a spell that  actually works—will the handsome Irish artist she fancies come to her rescue?

Book Description: 

What was the point of being a witch if Annabelle Walsh couldn’t manage a spell to fix her broken heart? As a dedicated dabbler in all things esoteric, she figured she could speed up her healing process when she’s dumped out of the blue by her boyfriend... but nothing’s working.

An idle wander into an unfamiliar new age shop adds the bit of magic in her life that she’d been looking for: an interfering, mischievous Pooka called Callie who’s determined to turn Annabelle’s life around— mostly by turning it upside down.

Suddenly, Annabelle’s too busy to brood, and her writing career begins to take off; in fact, it’s during a brainstorming session for an off-off-off-off Broadway theatre production that she meets tall, dark, and handsome Jamie Flynn, an Irishman in New York who seems to be keen at first sight, if not in love quite yet. As Annabelle gets her life back on track, she starts to see the difference between a real life, a real career, and a real man… and all it took was a little magic mischief.

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Excerpt:

Annabelle lit candles and sat down on the floor. She tried deep breathing for a few seconds, and feeling slightly calmer, took her tarot deck out of its wooden box and shuffled the cards. She let her breath flow in and out; it lulled her, cleared her head, calmed her down, and the smell of the burning wax soothed her, as she tried to formulate a mature, non-attached-type question. Not: Will Wilson come back to me, please, please?

Her breathing hitched. Yeah, definitely not that. “Okay. The issue is… Wilson. Um. Do we have a future together?”

She turned over a card. The Knight of Pentacles, reversed.

“Damn it.” Reversed, this Knight meant carelessness, a standstill in affairs. “Okay, so if things are at a standstill, that means they can move forward again, right?” She turned another card.

Three of Swords. Sorrow due to loss. Well, duh, Annabelle thought, and then winced, as if she’d said it out loud. As if the cards could hear.

She turned over the next card. The Wheel of Fortune. Not always a good sign, though, as it could mean an unexpected loss rather than a gain, even when in the upright position as it was now. “I don’t know what any of this means,” Annabelle mumbled, knowing full well what it meant. This was all about the now, and she didn’t like the now.

At moments like these, Annabelle found it was usually a good thing to stop pulling cards.

Queen of Cups. She shivered. That was her court card. Good natured, intuitive, a loving female figure, one whose imagination often outweighed her good sense.

Strength. The beautiful woman grasped the lion by the jaws, symbolizing the power of the human spirit to overcome any obstacle. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The Sun. “Summertime? Two months from now? I’ll be better in two months?”

Annabelle gathered up the reading and returned the deck to its box.

She continued to sit. She tried to go back to the deep breathing but got bored. She thought about how she’d never had much luck reading Wilson’s cards. Maybe it never worked because it was almost always post-coital, the only time he was ever mellow enough to entertain the idea. She could never make sense of his configurations, none of the images seemed to relate to the others, she’d pull card after card and make a spread that was meaningless, confused. He would lose interest and patience. She would feel as though she’d failed. Ugh.

She’d like to blame it all on him, but she supposed her own muddled thinking got in the way as well; always hoping he was asking about the future of their relationship, whether she would marry him, whether she would like an emerald-cut diamond in a platinum setting, as opposed to a three carat marquis-cut in white gold.

Someday, maybe, she’d find that remotely amusing.

But not today. Rising, she left the candles burning and got some incense going as well.

Lavender: soothing, healing. She wanted healing. She wanted that fistful of pain out of her chest. She wanted all her lessons learned in a six-week correspondence course, she wanted a whole, strong heart, she wanted Wilson back, she wanted all the sadness to leak out of her pores, she wanted her life back. Herself back. Now.




About the Author:

Susanna is a graduate of Pratt Institute with a BFA in Communication Design and counts The Village Voice, New York Magazine, and Entertainment Weekly as past design experiences. Born in New Jersey, she moved to Ireland for twelve months—in 1998. She is the author of the Shapeshifters of the Beau Monde series, published by Sourcebooks: A Wolf in Duke’s Clothing, an Amazon Editor’s Best Book of the Month, is available now; A Most Unusual Duke debuts in December 2021.

Writing as Susan Conley, she is the author of Drama Queen and The Fidelity Project, both published by Headline UK; Many Brave Fools: A Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency…and Horses is available from Trafalgar Square Books. Susanna is living her life by the three Rs—reading, writing, and horseback riding—and can generally be found on her sofa with her e-reader, gazing out a window and thinking about made-up people, or cantering around in circles. She loves every minute of it.



 






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Aaron Hodges Top Ten Fantasy TV Shows


10. Sabrina the Teenage Witch (Season 1)

I gotta say, the first season of this show was a pleasant surprise for me. The creators managed to somehow find a great balance between the grittier new tone of the series compared to the old, while also managing to keep a lot of easter eggs to the original that were a bit of a treat for old fans. Sadly after the first season, things went downhill, and I am actually still pretty livid about the show finale.

9. Rick and Morty

A lot of people would put this higher and while I do love the escapades of Rick and Morty Sanchez, I think the one draw point the show has is that its creators actively resist creating larger overarching storylines. They almost had to be dragged kicking and screaming at points, and I feel that has dragged down the shows quality in later seasons.

8. Lucifer

Good at what it does, which is create a fun adventure through the character of Lucifer and his development from devilish angel of God to a real person and character. The show doesn’t take itself too seriously, which given the subject, is definitely a plus in my opinion.

7. Titans

The dark and gritty version of teen titans, I love what they’ve done with the show and the introduction of characters from all over the DC universe. I can’t wait to see what they do next and who will be the big threat in the latest season.

6. Umbrella Academy

Quite similar to Titans in terms of its darker theme, but the music track is what probably elevates it to the position above. I really can’t wait for the third season after the twist in the second. I loved the first season and how they pulled at your heart strings, at one point even for a plastic model.

5. Stranger Things

Final season coming soon! Can’t wait to see how they wrap this one up (it is the last season right?). Feels like ages since the last season (and also yesterday cause of the whole C word haha). I’m excited to see the kids a bit more grown up and taking on the upsidedown themselves. Plus the best damn babysitter returning!

4. The Witcher

I’ll admit I was a bit confused at the start of this show, having never played the games. IT was a lot better on the second watch though, and the action scenes were amazing. Great choreography work. Plus Henry Cavil…need I say more?

3. His Dark Materials

This will probably be the most faithful adaptation of Phillip Pullman’s works we’ll ever get, and given he was my favourite author growing up, this show has to rank up here doesn’t it! I really enjoyed the second season and watching Lyra’s relationships with the other characters grow. I just can’t wait for the next one and the underworld and angels and…everything!

2. Supernatural

Gotta be up this high for sheer longevity. Plus a pretty amazing wrap up to the show, despite the pandemic conditions limiting a few character’s roles. It went through its ups and downs, from starting off as a pretty horror centric season 1, to action and adventure through seasons 2-5, to a truly goofy, fun, show filled with brotherly love and loveable characters. It’s a shame it had to end.

1. Game of Thrones (up to season 5)

Let's just ignore those last two seasons, shall we?


Untamed Isles: The Path Awakens
Untamed Isles 
Book One
Aaron Hodges

Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Aaron Hodges
Date of Publication: 26th October
ISBN: 978-1-99-101803-8
Number of pages: 400
Word Count: 105,000
Cover Artist: Nikko Marie 

Book Description:

On a still and peaceful night, the world shook, and light split the sky asunder.
The seas parted, an island rose.

And beneath the earth, an ancient power stirred.

Zachary Sicario thought he’d finally turned his back on the underworld. For ten years he was content with his cottage in the highlands of Riogachd. But a master thief never truly retires. When Zach is struck down by a wasting illness, he is left with two options: accept his fate, or return to his criminal past in search of a cure.
It isn’t a difficult decision.

With rumours of a mysterious island circulating the kingdom, Zach goes in search of old contacts. They speak of strange lights and disappearing ships, of treasure and riches promised for the first to reach its distant shores. Zach has little interest in trinkets—but there’s another tale, one that whispers of the power to change a man’s fate.

With a secret expedition departing in the coming days, Zach decides to roll the dice. But he’s not the only one interested in magic. His competition are warriors and thieves, noblemen and assassins, all in their prime. And Zach is far from the man he once was.

Can the master thief beat the odds one last time?

Excerpt:

Crouched atop the walls of the palace grounds, Zachary Sicario watched as the lanterns below flickered into life. His keen eyes tracked the path of the young servant as she scurried through the manicured gardens, passing from one lamp to the next with hardly a pause for breath. Bit by bit, the night was pressed back by the shimmering lights, until the palace formed a bubble of luminescence against the oppressive gloom of Leith under nightfall.

“Palace” might be overstating things a little, Zachary thought to himself as the servant retired, her task complete for the evening.

In typical aristocratic fashion, the noble owners had done their best to replica the grandeur of the royal palace back in Londinium. But Zach had visited those grounds himself on a number of occasions, albeit in a less than official capacity. He knew a cheap knockoff when he saw one.

The fountains might fill these gardens with the same joyful whispers as in Londinium, but he could see where the paint had begun to flake from the “marble” statues that adorned their waters. Neither did he see the same careless displays of wealth typical of the capital. No golden inlays around the windows and doors, no bejeweled eyes on the sculptures for passing thieves to filch. Even the gardens lacked the same carefully manicured touch as those found at the royal palace.

But then, that wasn’t so surprising. Zach had tried his hand at gardening since retiring; he knew well the difficulty of finding good help this far north. The dark spots infecting several of the rosebushes should have been trimmed days ago.

Breathing in the sweet scent of the flowers, Zach stifled a sigh. He’d enjoyed the quiet of his garden, the homely feel of the cottage in the highlands, far from Leith and its dark underbelly. He had thought this world far behind him. But alas, fate had other plans.

“Mansion” is probably more appropriate, Zach thought at last, returning to the task at hand.

In addition to the palpable absence of real wealth, the grounds of the mansion lacked one other key feature. Security. Zach had spent the past few days staking out the noble’s property. There were just two guards patrolling the outer gardens—and on this cold winter night, both had already retreated to the burning hearth in the guard house. Tonight would be like stealing gold from, well, a noble.

Still, years had passed since Zach’s last job, and he lingered a while longer in the shadows, watching for something he might have missed. Even with these rich aristocratic sorts, one had to take care.

Especially with these sorts, he reminded himself. Not even Zach’s reputation would survive being caught by the likes of Roy Whitfield.

Truth be told, he’d been surprised to find the man’s name on his list, given so many of the others were less than exemplary citizens. But then, the aristocracy always had considered themselves above the rules. It made sense that at least one of their kind would be interested in the Anomaly.

Three months had passed since the storm had wreaked havoc throughout the island kingdom of Riogachd. Most of the fishing fleet had been lost, either destroyed at sea or sunk in harbours across the nation, inundated by the waves that had swept the coast. Not even those citizens further inland had been safe, as storm surges broke through seawalls and rivers flooded lowland villages.

The storm of the century, people had called it. Yet even as the battered communities of Riogachd struggled to rebuild, the King’s Royal Navy had been deployed not to the clean-up, but to a blockade deep in the Northern Sea. It hadn’t been long before the rumours began to circulate.

Whispers had spread about strange lights and disappearing ships, though of course the King’s Council refused to even acknowledge the Anomaly.

Which, of course, meant half the populace was convinced the Council were covering up a secret treasure to be had out in the Northern Sea. No one could quite decide on the nature of that treasure—some claimed it must be a sucken galley carrying gold from the bank of Londinium, others that the princess’s ship had gone missing on the raging seas.

As the days turned to weeks, the rumours had grown in size, and now people spoke of portals to another world, of islands of gold risen from the depths, of magic and sorcery, of the power to fulfil a man’s greatest desires.

The last had really caught Zach’s attention.

Eventually, some had tried to slip past the naval blockade. Amateurs for the most part, those with access to a skiff or steamer that had survived the storm. Some had been caught and after a public trial, hanged. The rest had never been seen again.

Now three months had passed, and the amateurs had long since given up trying to uncover the secrets of the Anomaly.

It was time for the professionals to give it a try.

On the wall of the mansion, Zach drew in a calming breath. A cloud drifted across the half-moon, darkening the sky but doing little to dim the lanternlight in the grounds below. But it finally stirred Zachary into action. He made one last check of the knives hidden on his person. Maybe they weren’t as effective as one of the modern revolvers carried by the upper echelons of society, but they were useful in a pinch. And quiet.

Finally satisfied he was ready, Zach stepped from the wall and dropped to the ground with a soft thump. He crossed the lawns quickly, slipping from shadow to shadow, keeping as far from the lanterns as he could. Only once did he stop, when a sudden sound came from overhead. A flash of white feathers was all he glimpsed of the owl as it dove; a moment later it rose on languid wings, the dark body of a rat clutched in its talons.

Frozen in the shadow of a plum tree, Zachary held his breath, waiting to see whether the creature had drawn the attention of the guards. Seconds slipped by and he found his mind drifting back to those first whispers of the Anomaly. He’d always had a nose for a good mystery, and he’d needed the distraction, something to divert his mind from his…other problems.

Even in retirement, Zachary was more resourceful than most of those clinging to the underbelly of Leith. It hadn’t been hard to find a soldier from the royal navy. Most of those in the blockade around the Anomaly spent their off-duty days in Leith. It had been even easier to convince the man to join him at the local tavern. Several rounds of mead later, he’d had the truth straight from the horse’s mouth.

It wasn’t just strange lights and fog that had appeared out in the Northern Sea. An island had apparently risen from the depths, though not of gold. Even so, its appearance had caused much consternation amongst those back in Londinium, for it spoke of great power, one outside the Council’s control.

But when the armada had tried to investigate further, a great mist had risen around the island, and those ships that had drifted too close had been swallowed up, vanishing without a trace.

The soldier had seen the lights himself, great flashes of white and green and blue in the darkness, but his ship had thankfully escaped unscathed by whatever phenomenon surrounded the place.

The entire island was a mystery wrapped in impossibility.

Just the sort of false hope a dying man could cling to with his last days.

About the Author:

Aaron Hodges was born in 1989 in the small town of Whakatane, New Zealand. He studied for five years at the University of Auckland, completing a Bachelors of Science in Biology and Geography, and a Masters of Environmental Engineering. After working as an environmental consultant for two years, he grew tired of office work and decided to quit his job in 2014 and see the world. One year later, he published his first novel - Stormwielder - while in Guatemala. Since then, he has honed his skills while travelling through parts of SE Asia, India, North and South America, Turkey and Europe, and now has over a dozen works to his name. Today, his adventures continue...