Monday, May 11, 2020

Interview - Bloodlines by M.L.Mastran #paranormalthriller #authorinterview


- If you were not a writer what would you be doing ?

Well my current day job is in higher education which actually gave me the resources to research. My wish, however, is that I can just do my stories full time. Additionally, because I have a MA in History, I love to write stories with a historic flare.  So, I would want to continue with that.

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

The Rose.  It was beautiful and vibrant most of the time but there are always thorns, some of which were painful.

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Juggling my day job with finding the time to write.  I manage but it’s not easy.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

I can go anywhere, anytime with anyone I want with he stroke of my pen.

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

Cannot say that I have.  I have a few I would like to meet though.

- What book changed your life?

The Silmarillion by Tolkien. I am a huge Tolkien fan and although its not an easy read, that book got me to look past just putting words on paper.  He is of course on a scale of his own, but my writing is always a work in progress, and I try to give the depth and meaning into what I write just as Tolkien had done. 

- What were your some of favorite books growing up?

I used to like reading Stephen King and I was an Anne Rice fan as well.  I also remember reading V.C Andrews and the Flowers in the Attic series.

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

I do have a couple classics I’m hoping to get to: Edgar Rice Burrough’s John Carter of Mars and Robert E. Howard’s The Conquering Sword of Conan.

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

Old school is always best, I prefer print hands down.

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

Tolkien!!! Although my favorite book is the Silmarillion which presents some epic elfish kingdoms, it takes place in the first age.  I likely wouldn’t choose the first age because it was so tragic and there were very few happy endings. So possibly the second age in Numeanor or the Grey Havens or even the third age, which was during Lord of the Rings. I suppose it’s the grandeur that attracts me to it, but I know it would be brutal. Tolkien had some vicious villains in his stories, and they weren’t just orcs. 

Bloodlines
Albion Moon Chronicles
Book Two
M.L.Mastran

Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Date of Publication: March 13, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-0878-5801-2
ISBN: 978-1-0878-6379-5
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 70, 528

Cover Artist: Michelle Nelson, Graphic & Interactive Design

Tagline:  The Fight was only the beginning, now its war!

Book Description: 

Evaline and Mason expand their family as an old threat hides in the shadows.  As we dive deeper into the backstory of the MaCowans, we see how it’s all connected to Evaline’s story.  

When the old danger finally resurfaces, it forces Evaline and company to new shores.  Armed with a plan, they soon find out it’s not as simple as they thought.  New revelations about family secrets emerge only to send Evaline into a tailspin.  

As they finally confront the danger, the family must contend with the prospect that they may not survive unless an unknown ally steps in.  Meanwhile, just as the old threat is dealt with, a new, more menacing danger sets its sights on Dunsmuir.

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Excerpt:

She got her keys out of her jacket pocket then exited the home onto the porch. Before going down the steps, she stopped. A shiver coursed through her body; the same feeling as when one was being watched. She peered down the street and saw nothing amiss. Same thing for across and the other side.
Her gut swirled, telling her to turn around. The tree across the street looked different, but she couldn’t quite figure out why. Its leaves and branches stirred in an unnatural way, seeming to dance on their own against the breeze.  Every hair on her body stood up at once. The deep silence bothered her—no crickets chirped, nor owls hooted, and there was no sway of the trees or tall grass; the night was calm. She decided to get the book then go inside. After unlocking the car with her key fob, she opened the car door, stretching her arm over and into the back seat.
“Where are you?” she mumbled.
She didn’t see it moving all around, whatever it was. Given the surrounding movement, undoubtedly it wasn’t just one.  The tree trunks seemed to come alive as the tall grass across the street shifted. Silent like shadows, they moved, staying just enough out of sight. Kristy found the book underneath the front seat.
She got out of the car then scanned nearby her. Nothing. Kristy hurriedly closed the car door and turned toward the porch. She peeked over her shoulder. An involuntary gasp escaped her. Shadows darted toward her. She got to the steps and froze. Her eyes widened, and her heart pounded in her chest. The pit of her stomach churned. Not shadows, animals. She could now hear the low growls from the animals around her. But what were they?
She blinked and, just like that, a man stood in front of her. He wasn’t wearing any clothes and had a gleam shimmering in his eyes.
She wanted to scream, but the man caught her attention.
“Uh uh uh,” he said as he put his finger to his lips and then in one breathe, he whispered, “Shhhhhhh.”
His fingernail was long and black with a slight curve at the tip. The man grinned, with glowing eyes and wild should-length hair, but he had a trimmed beard. A voice inside her head was screaming to run as she frantically looked for an escape. Her adrenaline pumped as she saw a chance to get away and tried to take it but before she could do anything, something grabbed her from behind and clenched her tight, it was difficult to breathe. The man neared and stopped, only inches away.
In a harsh, low tone, he said, “If you struggle, it will take less than a second for him to squeeze the life out of you. Don’t.”

About the Author:


Nothing captures the attention of M.L. Mastran more than writing a good story with amazing characters and a history arc that made the history books. This is the Albion Moon Chronicles in every sense.

On the flip side, M.L. can also journey to another world completely and pull the same elements with fantasy and make the reader yearn for more. Her uncanny ability to blend genres makes her unique to the literary world and an absolute reading joy. From the first moment you open the page, curiosity will pull you in and keep you engrossed in the story as you take the voyage with the characters to different places and times; to experience the events as they unfold.

Whether being told from a one character perspective or several points of view, her stories will unfold in your mind like a movie playing in your head. This is what pushes M.L to write her stories. It’s the thrill of the read and the drive to carry readers away that will make this trip to the literary world of imagination all the sweeter.

M. L. was born in Scranton Pennsylvania but was raised in Youngstown, Ohio, which is also where she currently resides with her husband and son.  Since a young age, she has always had a passion for storytelling.  Anything that was of interest to her she could find a story with however, it was her stories of experiences such as walking in an old cemetery, to riding a roller coaster to walking the lonely isles of an old junk yard that seemed the most precious.

M. L. has an undergraduate degree in Communication but also majored in History, which is what her Master’s Degree is in as well.  She also started on her PHD in History.  This love of history is very evident in most of M. L.’s stories. While studying for both degrees, she wrote numerous works for the academic audience.  Many of which were presented and published for both student and professional audiences, but at home she would continue to dabble with her love of fiction.  It was the challenge of creating a new world and characters that would make for some great stories.  In fact, she found out very quickly, strong characters drive the story and make it worth the journey.










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Thursday, May 7, 2020

Selena Rose by Rhiannon Futch




**** Witches. Goddesses. Family. ****

Selena Rose
Daughter of the Moon
Book One
Rhiannon Futch 

Genre: Paranormal Romance

23-year-old Selena is a single mom with a bonus, witchy healing abilities. What happens when her ex walks back into her life with an agenda?

As is that wasn’t enough this gorgeous, though obviously crazy, woman shows up at her favorite cafĂ© claiming to be her dead mom.

Selena just wants to keep raising her daughter in peace, maybe date that hot shifter she knows, is that really too much to ask?


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A Broken Man: The Rocky Shoals of Marriage, Remarriage and Divorce by Trevor Stewart



A Broken Man: The Rocky Shoals of Marriage, Remarriage and Divorce
Trevor Stewart

Genre: Biographies and Memoirs
Publisher: PageTurner Press and Media
Date of Publication: April 20, 2018
ISBN: 978-1948304740
ASIN: B07CMJ2HLY
Number of pages: 230
Word Count: 59 492

Cover Artist: PageTurner Press and Media

Book Description:

This is a story about a broken man. That broken man was me. I was unable to see the signs of a broken marriage and kept believing with my body and soul along with my Christian beliefs in one hand that everything would sort itself out! It is certainly true that in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. I was blinded for not reading the signs of a failing marriage. Now on the other side, I was now in a position to search for true happiness, which, I have found through a positive mental attitude (PMA).


Excerpt:

This book is quite controversial in that it is the realization of a real situation. Since the inception of my intent to write this book, I have had the opportunity to speak and be introduced to countless people who have been faced with a similar situation to my own.

I fully appreciate that these days it is not unusual for both men and women to be married a number of times throughout their lives. Also, the reasons why these marriages break down differ and are sensitive to a greater or lesser degree.


I have taken the opportunity to draw your attention to some of the pitfalls, should you be contemplating divorce for  the first or second (or  even later)  time.  In addition, I hope to direct you to areas where you possibly need some help to see and understand more clearly what you should do next!

About the Author:

Trevor has led a very interesting life, a life that has virtually taken him around the world and back again. He was a long-term career soldier who joined the army as a boy at the age of fifteen. Throughout his thirty-year military career, he worked hard and played hard, which gained him credibility, earning him many promotions until he retired in 1992 as a major. He has always strived to help those less fortunate than himself and devoted much of his spare time in helping raise much-needed funds for many charities and organizations.

His literary talents have in the past resulted in him writing articles for the Angling Times, the Sea Angler, and the Boat Angler magazines. In 1994, he also wrote Fishing Marks for the Sea Angler: Selsey Bill to Anvil Point. Following his retirement from the army, he has written another book, How We Built the Gambian Army. The title doesn't fully depict what the book is about as he also wrote about the many in-country charitable events that he lead whilst serving in West Africa.



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Interview- Stalking the Moon by Angel Leigh McCoy #SupernaturalSuspense #authorinterview


- If you were not a writer what would you be doing?

I’m a game designer. In addition to writing, I own a game company called Games Omniverse, and we’re making a video game in my other world which is “The Dire Multiverse.” I plan to write a series of novels in that world as well.

Even if I weren’t writing, I’d still be telling stories through the games I and my team create.

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

“Angel’s Wings” – Throughout my life, there have been so many people who have supported and encouraged me, and I’d shine a spotlight on them. My life story is only interesting because of them. Case in point, my beta group is known as “Angel’s Wings.”

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

For me, the hardest thing is overcoming imposter syndrome. Fighting the little voice in my head that says, “I’m not really a writer. I’m a fake. No one wants to read my books. They’re just being nice. It’s all going to crash down at any moment.”

Any kind of artistic endeavor requires an act of courage, not just the first time you share your work, but every single freakin’ time.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

Hearing someone tell you they liked what you wrote. Finding out that your words improved someone else’s life—if only for a moment. That is by far the best thing about being an author! Nothing is as sweet. Nobody tells stories for themselves. They tell them for the audience. A story is a gift from the author to the reader. And the pleasure and delight of that reader is the reward.

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

YES!! OMG. I have been a fan of Neil Gaiman ever since the early 90s when I read the Sandman comic book series. I was once at the DragonCon convention in Atlanta, and he was a guest. I hovered near him all weekend, looking for my chance to speak with him, but he was always surrounded—and I was a wallflower. It was getting embarrassing.

I finally confessed my stalking to a good friend of mine—Phil “Satyros” Brucato (of White Wolf’s Mage fame)—and he dragged me up to meet Mr. Gaiman, introduced me, and then abandoned me. Gaiman was on stage. I was on the floor. He was looming over me like a god… and I got tongue-tied. I only remember telling him I loved his work. I remember my cheeks getting hot. And I remember how kind his eyes were. He shook my hand and smiled at me.

Years later, I met him again when he handed me an award for a short story I’d written, and I got to shake his hand again. That time, I was on stage with him. His eyes were still kind.

- What book changed your life?

All of them? Yes. But the one that most changed it was a book called “Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah,” written by Richard Bach. It opened my eyes to the existence of magick in our world and how it can change your life if you believe in it.

Wyrdwood is an extension of the ideas Mr. Bach put into my head when I was a young woman. I owe him a debt of gratitude.

- What were some of your favorite books growing up?

I had mixed tastes when I was young, and I read voraciously. I loved Horror novels like The Exorcist, Rosemary’s Baby, The Shining, and The Sentinel.

At the same time, I devoured romance novels. My taste in romance was split between the period novels of Barbara Cartland, Harlequins, and the dark gothic romances of Victoria Holt, and Phyllis A. Whitney. Again, you see the theme of light and dark in my tastes.

Eventually, I discovered The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. I loved that book so much!

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

I mostly read supernatural suspense, urban fantasy, and non-fiction these days. My lighter side is fed by binging Janet Evanovich and Darynda Jones. My darker side enjoys the Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher—he finally has new ones coming out again!

I also just finished a book by R.L. King called Stone and a Hard Place. It was fun!
Rising to the top of my queue (on Audible), I have Three Mages and a Marguerita by Annette Marie and Halfway to the Grave by Jeaniene Frost. Looking forward to discovering a couple new-to-me series!

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

Audiobooks, primarily because I can read while doing the dishes or laundry, driving, or dusting. Elsewise, I don’t have leisure time to read.

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

I’m inclined to say Wyrdwood, but that’s cheating, isn’t it? I’m creating Wyrdwood because it’s a world I would love to live in myself.

If I’m not cheating, however, I’d have to say J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter world. I’m sure I’m not the first to answer with that. I want to have gone to Hogwarts and grown up to work at the Ministry. I want to have little magical grandchildren and a wizarding family. What a life that would be!

Thanks so much for the opportunity to introduce myself. 

Stalking the Moon
Wyrdwood Welcome
Book One
Angel Leigh McCoy

Genre: Supernatural Suspense

Publisher: Wily Writers

Date of Publication: April 24, 2020

ISBN: 978-1950427055

ASIN: B0832JJRPG

Number of pages: 290

Word Count: 88,868

Cover Artist:  DIStudios.pl

Tagline:  A New Mythology for the 21st Century

Book Description:

Normal life is complicated enough. Add magick to the mix, and suddenly all hell breaks loose!

Viviane doesn't have time for voices in her head or monsters in her bed! Her family relies on her. She's in charge of a mentally ill mother, a sneaky grandfather, and a sexy (but delusional) fiancĂ©. And yet, the whispers in her mind are barging into Reality—with claws and teeth and murderous intent.

When her fiancĂ© goes missing, she'll do anything to find him. If that means magical, mythical creatures hunt her down, then so be it. This could be the end of her life as she's known it, but well… Consequences be damned.



Excerpt from STALKING THE MOON by Angel Leigh McCoy

The staff entrance was on the women’s wing, near the employee parking lot. Out of habit, I entered there. Nurses, orderlies, and doctors all greeted me as I made my way to Richard’s office.
Richard was seated at his desk. "Hey, Vivi. Come on in." He rebuttoned the collar of his white, custom-fitted dress shirt.
"Howdy." I shut the door behind me and went to the leather couch. It was overstuffed with a high back and deep seat. I felt small on it, but that was part of Richard’s evil plot. Plus, it would have been impossible to fall off it while under hypnosis. It cradled me.
"What part of my psyche are we going to poke today?"
Richard folded his arms on the desk, a pen flapping in one hand as he looked me over. "I want to revisit your early days," he said. "I’ve been going through the transcripts of our sessions, compiling them, and there are a couple things I’d like to revisit."
"Let’s get to it then."
The first time I met Richard, back in the early days, he was finishing his last year as a graduate student in the Psychology Department at the University of Illinois. He was in Peoria doing an internship at the counseling center, and Abram had dragged me there to get my head fixed—at the junior high principal’s request.
Back then, Richard had a long ponytail and was every teenage girl’s dream of the older college boy. I was only thirteen, and he was taller than me, though that changed when I had my growth spurt a few years later.
Thirteen-year-old Me had gone into his office with a chip on my shoulder, hating Abram, hating my illness, and hating Dr. Richard Reuter before I’d even met him.
He'd appeared in the waiting room and asked, "Viviane? Right? Would you come with me?"
"I don’t got a choice."
Abram hissed, "Hey," at me, and said "Be nice."
"Yeah, sure."
I walked into the office and went straight to a chair, flopped there, and crossed my arms on my chest. The first thing I noticed that interested me was the plate of cookies on the coffee table. They were chocolate chip and appeared homemade. I pretended not to see them. I didn’t want him to think I was going to stay all that long, and besides, my stomach didn’t feel too good.
Richard sat in the chair opposite me and watched me for a full minute. Finally, he asked, "How old are you?"
"Fifteen." It was a bold-faced lie.
"I know you’re lying."
I asked, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-nine."
"Are you gay?" I said with vehemence, calculating his possible reactions.
He didn’t even flinch. "Viviane, do you know why your grandfather brought you here?"
"Because he’s a sociopath afraid of being noticed. I draw attention to him, and he wants me to stop."
He smiled at that, and for the first time, but not the last, I thought how handsome he was.
In that first session, he didn't hypnotize me, though later, it became a regular part of our therapy sessions. Richard felt it was the best way to track down the source of my hallucinations. He would take me back to the time before my first hallucination, and we'd go over the events of a day or two in each session, gradually working forward through my memories. It was my own personal reality-TV show.
One time, I had what can only be described as a past-life memory, or maybe a dream. Both Richard and I waved it off as an aberration, though I never forgot it. The dream had been wonderful, about a place with emerald hills, crystal streams, and a palace that felt like home. Whenever I thought about it, I could still imagine the smell of honeysuckle on the breeze.
Twenty years later, I was thirty-three, and our regressions were catching up to the conscious flow of time. In the hypnosis sessions, he recorded my soul in bits and pieces, saved forever as audio recordings, transcribed to digital documents, and printed out on paper. He kept the files in his cabinets.
I’d often wondered what would happen when we finally caught up to the present moment. Maybe I’d die. Maybe he’d die. Maybe the entire world would end as the Ouroboros swallowed its own tail.
"All right." Richard got up from his desk. "I’m ready, if you are." He sat in the chair opposite me and leaned forward to turn on the metronome.
I said, "Take me to a happy day."
"You know the drill. Close your eyes, relax, and remember."
Not every tick and tock of the metronome sounded the same. The differences were subtle, but they were there if I listened for them. It was a song without rhyme or reason.
It started small and distant: tick.
The cuckoo clock on the wall at Abram’s house had to be wound. I loved pulling the chains that raised the heavy, metal pinecones. Tock. It had been my job, every morning, when I was a kid. My body rocked to the beat: tick tock. Time ebbed, and space flowed. My spine relaxed. Tick. Gravity released me. Tock. The metronome sang its song in my belly. Tick tock. I was energy, and I radiated.
"We’re going to continue our journey back in time," Richard said. The waves of his voice rippled through me, and the present faded into the background.
I followed the metronome down into a trance. We had a signal. I raised a finger to indicate that I was ready to begin.
"Go back," Richard suggested, "to the moment when you first met Simon, when you were thirteen."
The scene formed around me, inside me, throughout me.
"Describe it to me."
I’m home, and I’m taking a shower. There’s blood running down my leg. It’s swirling in the water and spinning down the drain. I know what it is. Lettie’s had hers since last year, and she took me to buy the stuff I’d need. I’m really glad I didn’t have to do that with my grandpa.
Lettie and me, we read the little instruction book that came in the box and made fun of the pictures. She warned me how it would be, the cramps and mess, but it’s worse when it’s actually happening. It’s scary and weird. I keep thinking that my blood is supposed to stay in my body.
So, I’m standing there in the shower, watching my blood drain away, and I’m trying not to cry, wondering if I’m going to die, and that’s when I hear a man. He sounds like James Bond. "You’re probably not going to die."
I scream and cover my private parts with my hands, but no one’s there.
The voice says, "What I mean is, you are going to be just fine." But nobody’s there. I’m freaking out. I jump out of the shower and run through the house. I’m screaming.
The voice is following me. "Oh, lass, it’s okay."
I streak into the kitchen, and my grandpa is there, trying to calm me down.
I’m crying, naked and wet, shaking all over, blood staining my leg, and Grandpa thinks I’m upset because of my period, but that isn’t it. It’s the man talking to me right next to my ear, when there’s nobody there.
He says his name is Simon.
The metronome sang. Tick. Tock.

About the Author:


Angel Leigh McCoy wears author, game designer, and audiobook narrator hats—sometimes simultaneously. She is the creative force behind the Wyrdwood series of novels and the Dire Multiverse audio drama. She was a senior writer on the award-winning video games CONTROL and GUILD WARS 2. Her work on the White Wolf World of Darkness series included books for Mage, Vampire, Changeling, and several others. She was also the first female game designer on the DUNGEONS & DRAGONS team at Wizards of the Coast. These days, she works from home and is intent on building her own epic worlds, including Wyrdwood and the Dire Multiverse. Her cats approve.










 
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Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Interview- Huntress Rising by Lee Roland #urbanfantasy #authorinterview



- If you were not a writer what would you be doing? 

I retired from 20 years of public service. If not a writer I would be a garden designer or possibly a botanist.  I love laying out where my flowers will grow. I would like to be a librarian, but once inside, I would wander and be lost forever in the stacks. They’d never find me. 

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

She searched
She stumbled 
She found

- What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Procrastination. Yes, the book is still in my head, scenes playing out like magic movies. I command myself, get up and write it down dummy. Sometimes it works.

- What is the best thing about being an author?

Oh, so many things. Seeing my book on store shelves and the online bookstores. Having my editor tell you she stayed up until 2:00 am to finish reading my book.

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

Not star struck, but satisfied to learn how so many are very nice ordinary people like me.  It gives me hope and the will to move forward.  

- What were your some of favorite books growing up?

A collection of stories by C.L. Moore originally published in the 1930’s. She used her initials because editors wouldn’t buy that type of writing from a woman back then. 

I was twelve, and her stories set me on the path to reading and writing fantasy. A warrior woman.  There were none at that time that I found. I was hooked from the first words. “Over the fallen draw bridge thundered Joiry’s warrior lady, sword swinging, voice shouting hoarsely inside her helmet.” 

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

More than I can name. I also have books on hold at the library where I’m 49th in line for some.  I enjoy Nora Robert’s Eve Dallas books and especially Illona Andrews Kate Daniel’s books. Spectacular world building in both.

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

If I had a choice and lots of room, I would own thousands of print books. Ebooks are a necessary evil. Audio puts me to sleep.

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

If I had the skill and power to deal with it, I would love Illona Andrews post apocalypse world filled with strange magic and danger. There is always something exciting going on there.

Huntress Rising
Angel of Death
Book One
Lee Roland

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: December 9, 2019
ISBN 978-1-5092-2887-4
ISBN 978-1-5092-2888-1
ASIN: B081DR5SBJ
Number of pages:  378
Word Count: 99, 281
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: The Angel of Death is no angel, but a world in ruins needs her guns more than wings.

Book Description:

In a post-apocalypse world besieged by monsters, Colonel Xavier, a military man with a deadly temper, deliberately challenges Maat Ferris, a fierce, werewolf hunter. When Xavier meets Maat, he can't decide whether to shoot her or kiss her. There is no uncertainty in her. She promptly stabs him. His hot then cold attitude makes her crazy, and his tendency to protect her is even worse.

Unfortunately, the combative pair must join forces on a treacherous journey, across the bleak, barren country. Pursued by a dictator president and the vampire who holds him in thrall, they carry precious cargo that will give democracy seeking rebels a chance to remain free.

Maat and Xavier, true to their aggressive, passionate natures, must also battle their way through a most unusual courtship. Can their love grow amidst the destruction and rebuilding of a society under siege? Or will they kill each other first?

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Excerpt:

Chapter One
May 18, 2085 A.D
Avalon Agricultural Commune
Appalachian Mountains

Christopher worked his way down toward paradise. His tongue flicked in my navel and his fingers had already reached the gate. The lantern’s golden light played across our warm, flushed skin. I twisted my own fingers in his thick red hair, urging him on to the heart of gratification. He stopped, raised his head, and stared at me.
“What?” I didn’t expect him to answer. Christopher never spoke. One of the other members here at the AG Commune told me he could speak but wouldn’t because he was a Prime Oracle. His prophecies always came true—and he hated it.
To my dismay, Christopher rose from the bed, grabbed his robe, and drew it over his head. A frantic knock sounded at the door. The knock came again, this time accompanied by the voice of Julia, our leader Anolia’s young assistant.
“Maat? Maat, are you there?”
I glanced at Christopher, but his face remained impassive. The dark night terrified Julia. What was she doing at my door?
“Maat? Maat, please.”
Each word came with a higher and more desperate note. Christopher gave me one of his sweet smiles. Yes, I knew I had to answer.
“I’m coming, Julia.” I rose, grabbed my own robe, tossed it on, and went to the door. Julia jammed herself inside before it completely opened. She stood gasping, eyes wide, and pale hands clenched tight around her lantern handle. She shivered, even though summer had almost arrived, and it wasn’t cold outside.
“What is it, Julia?” I touched her arm. She jerked.
She closed her eyes and whispered a broken version of the serenity prayer. She didn’t seem any calmer when she finished. “Anolia wants you in the chapel dining room right now.” Julia blurted out the sentence like a single, multisyllable word.
“Why?” Anolia often sent Julia on errands, but she wasn’t cruel. What caused her to send the girl into the darkness she so feared? Julia shook her head, unable to continue. She glanced over her shoulder toward the door. “I have to go.”
I wouldn’t get anything else from her.
“Tell Anolia I’ll be there soon.”
Julia nodded. I opened the door and watched her lantern sway as she hurried up the path and over the hill. After I closed the door, I turned to Christopher.
“Something’s wrong. I better go see what she wants.”
Christopher seized my shoulders with hands made strong by his work at the forge. His fingers squeezed in a savage grip, and his striking face twisted in anguish.
“Take your guns, Maat. Take your guns.”
He spoke with a gravity that stunned me. He gave me a sweet kiss, and he too hurried out into the night. Seconds passed while I recovered from the shock of hearing him speak for the first time in over a year. Then I took his advice. I dragged my old suitcase from under the bed and threw it open.
The scent of gun oil and saddle soap filled the room. All my weapons lay there as they had for the past two years while I’d lived in peace here at the commune. Regularly cleaned, they patiently waited for the once familiar killing urge to strike their mistress again. I pulled on well-worn, black denim pants and a knit shirt, both softened with age. The supple boots that allowed me to tread softly across most terrain still fit comfortably.
I’m tall, lean, and have a moderately androgynous face. I’m not beautiful. Beauty is a blessing for women who need it to survive in this dangerous post-war, post disease world. I’ve never envied them, those lovely things with their smiles and sparkling eyes. All I needed was a gun, a blade, and a little luck. I may even run out of luck, but I kept my blade sharp, and my well-oiled guns didn’t age. The bullets retained their devastating punch.
I pinned my mass of unruly and not so lovely brown curls at the nape of my neck and wedged a small sheathed knife into the knot. The .44 Magnum Rudra, loaded with high impact silvers, the only ammunition I used, went into the unwieldy and uncomfortable holster at the small of my back. A more accessible shoulder holster carried a .45 caliber Aries under my left arm. I strapped a leather knife sheath to my left forearm, so I could grab the hilt with my right hand. I’d seen sheaths that buckled to the thigh, but I preferred my legs free, so I could run better. Knowing when to run had saved me more than once.

I pinned my mass of unruly and not so lovely brown curls at the nape of my neck and wedged a small sheathed knife into the knot. The .44 Magnum Rudra, loaded with high impact silvers, the only ammunition I used, went into the unwieldy and uncomfortable holster at the small of my back. A more accessible shoulder holster carried a .45 caliber Aries under my left arm. I strapped a leather knife sheath to my left forearm, so I could grab the hilt with my right hand. I’d seen sheaths that buckled to the thigh, but I preferred my legs free, so I could run better. Knowing when to run had saved me more than once. 


About the Author:

After twenty years in public service, Lee Roland retired to become a full-time paranormal romance and urban fantasy writer. Her first three published novels, the Earth Witches, series tells the stories of strong men and women who battle the evil hiding under the surface of the modern world.  Lee hasn't always been a writer, but has always been a daydreamer, constantly making up stories and noted for rewriting her school day into happy endings when telling her mother.  Winner of numerous literary contests and a Golden Heart nominee, she currently lives and writes with her beloved dogs and cats in North Central Florida.