#NaNoWriMo – Taking the Challenge

For the first time, I have thrown my hat in the ring for National Novel Writing Month with the goal to write 50,000 words on my current WIP during the month.

This will require some schedule adjustments on my part. I normally start my day by going through emails, visiting blogs and doing social media. For the month of November, I will make my word count the top priority of the day then move on to the rest. That means I may not make it to all the blogs I love to follow every day and that’s okay. I know you bloggers will understand. That also means my own blogs will be limited in November. I will continue with my #TarotTuesday Blog and I am participating in the RWISA Rise-Up Blog Tour, but that’s it for me.

So, here’s what I will be working on. I started this story last year and it is book 2 of the White Rune Series.

This is only a working cover, as is the title. It is a Contemporary Romance with Paranormal aspects. I currently have 27,604 words. I will report my total word count at the end of November!

Here’s my SYNOPSIS:

JAGGED FEATHERS

In a desperate bid to reclaim his body, mind and spirit, after a devastating IED in Afghanistan took most of one leg, VANN NOBLE settles in a remote cabin on Wolf Creek. He quiets the noise in his head by creating art with pieces of wood he picks up along the creek bank, and sells them in a nearby town, Cedar Springs, Tx. He has in his possession, a White Rune with the Wunjo symbol given to him by a friend on her wedding day. It symbolizes a happy-ever-after. Vann is convinced that the war stole any chance he ever had of that.

His military counselors told him, ‘if you can’t find a reason to live, then find a reason not to die.’

He finds that reason when a severely injured dog that he names Champion, appears on his doorstep. 

Then, early one morning while in town, his reason for living multiplies when he spots a young woman with a backpack running as if the devil himself is chasing her. When she collapses in the street, he cannot leave her there. Two SUVs approach and his military training kicks in. He helps the woman into his jeep, tosses her backpack inside and he and Champion assume the role of protectors. Bullets fly and Vann zigzags down alleyways until he loses the pursuers.

NAKINA BIRD has a psychic gift. However, she can’t always determine if her visions are in the future, past or present. Guilt over deaths she believes she could have prevented torture her. Her only solace is painting intricate art scenes on feathers.  She’s seriously ill, having been exposed to the elements for days before Vann rescues her.

Her plight began several days prior, when her disheveled and distraught boss had thrust a package, key and bus ticket in her hand with instructions to go to Dallas. She realizes she’s being followed and in danger, so gets off the bus in Cedar Springs.

A Columbian drug cartel will kill to get the package and key from Nakina, and Vann will do whatever he must to see that they don’t. The stakes are raised when the cartel uses Nakina’s younger sister as a bargaining chip.

Neither Vann nor Nakina have any intention of falling in love. In fact, the odds are against it. But odds can’t dictate to the heart.

Together, Nakina, Vann, and Champion find what they need most; love, acceptance and healing.

I hope the story line was enough to interest you. This is a different kind of story for me as I have no military background or experience, so research has been huge. I also have no experience with a drug cartel other than watching “Queen of the South” on Netflix. 🙂

Wish me luck and I hope that within the next year, I have this book published along with “When Two Worlds Collide,” Book 1 of The White Rune Series!

Snow Quartz Runes

Oh, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Welcome to “THE BUTTON” Blog Tour! @DLFinnAuthor #4WillsPub #RWISA #RRBC

I am SO excited to host this author and her book today! I have read this book and can tell you it’s a great story! And there are GIVEAWAYS! Now, let’s hear from the author.

The Button Tour Giveaway:

2– “The Button” Kindle Format

$5 Amazon Gift Card

1-“The Button” Signed Paperback and Book Marker

A Second Excerpt from “The Button.”

It’s the end of chapter one. Lynn has been partying all night. She stepped outside for a smoke before having “just one more drink” before heading home. All alone after a quick conversation with the cute bartender she hears a voice in the dark:

“Go.”

“What?” Lynn looked around, but there was no one there. Alone and hearing voices—awesome!

“Leave.”

“Hey, who’s there?” She peered into the darkness. No one answered. Her arms were covered with goosebumps. That voice reminded her of something, but what?

Unnerved, she hurried back into the bar and ordered another drink. She wanted to put that warning voice out of her mind. It kind of reminded her of high school, for some reason, but why?

“Here’s your drink, miss,” said the sour, gray-haired guy—Gus, according to his name tag. Didn’t Kent say that Patty was replacing him? This didn’t look like a Patty.

“Thanks.”

“You paying? It’s a dollar fifty.” Gus gave her an eyeroll that made him look like he was going to pass out. His girth was that of a man who liked to eat, but he had the smooth hands of a man who didn’t like to do hard work. He didn’t strike her as a man who’d serve drinks, more like someone who drank a lot of them.

“I am,” she replied, ignoring the tone. “Keep the change.”

“Yeah, I will. I might be able to put my kids through college, now—gee, thanks.”

Wow, what a jerk, she thought, now wishing that she could get her fifty cents back. She sipped her watered-down drink, listening to the band butcher “Edge of Seventeen.” Boy, did that seem like a long time ago to Lynn, now that she was on the edge of twenty-one. The warnings to leave were forgotten as she finished her drink. Stacy made eye contact and gave a thumbs-up. Lynn knew that meant she was staying with Dapper Dave. Lynn’s thumb went up in response. It was time to go. She stood to leave but quickly sank back onto the red stool as the room began to spin. She felt an arm go around her, holding her up. She tried to see who it was, but her head wasn’t cooperating.

That was the last thing she remembered until she collapsed, naked, into bed at two in the morning. She groaned as she reached for her alarm clock. She couldn’t be late for work again, or she’d get written up. As she pushed the button to engage the alarm, she noticed it was set for 8:40. No, that wasn’t right. She moved the arm back to seven. There.

“Hey!” Something touched her legs.

Had Stacy’s cat, Princess Leia, jumped on her bed? She never left Stacy’s room at night. Strange. There it was again. Lynn loved cats, but this little striped one was so spoiled—what a pest. The room began spinning again. The cocaine wasn’t doing its job. She passed out the moment her head hit an unfamiliar satin pillow.

D.L. Finn is an independent California local, who encourages everyone to embrace their inner child. She was born and raised in the foggy Bay Area, but in 1990 relocated with her husband, kids, dogs and cats to the Sierra foothills in Nevada City, CA.  She immersed herself in reading all types of books, but especially loved romance, horror and fantasy. She always treasured creating her own reality on paper. Finally, being surrounded by towering pines, oaks and cedars, her creativity was cradled until it bloomed. Her creations vary from children’s books, young adult fantasy, adult paranormal romance to an autobiography with poetry. She continues on her adventure with an open invitation to her readers to join her.

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Cusp of Night – New Release from Mae Clair

Hi, Jan! Many thanks for inviting me to your blog today. I have a new release I’m thoroughly jazzed to share with your readers. Cusp of Night is a mystery/suspense novel that weaves timelines of the present with those of the past. Dual timelines are becoming trendy in fiction today, a pattern I’m more than happy to embrace. As a reader I’m thoroughly besotted by the idea. As a writer, I found it challenging to undertake.

Writing a book with dual timelines means you’re not telling one tale, but two. That means two sets of characters and two plots.

In Cusp of Night I have a mystery involving an assault and a mysterious “creature” set in modern day. Running parallel to that story is another tied to a murderous creature and the Spiritualist movement of the late 1800s. Both mysteries have to dovetail into a tidy bow at the end.

Challenging? Yes! Enjoyable? Thoroughly!

I had a blast working on this novel and can’t wait for readers to discover it. My lead character in the present is Maya Sinclair, a woman who has recently relocated to the town of Hode’s Hill to accept a job as a reference librarian. Maya is readjusting to life after a near fatal accident that left her clinically dead for the span of two minutes and twenty-two seconds.

In the past, Lucy Strick, and aerialist in a seedy carnival is eking out a living, when a strange enigmatic man offers a proposal. This short excerpt—which sets the tone for her future—is the moment when they meet:

Vintage circus poster advertising a performance by the "amazing Blue Lady" of the air

May 1, 1897

“Hello. Have I come at a bad time?” A tall, thin man strode into Lucy Strick’s tent as if he were an invited guest.

“Who the hell are you?” She lurched from the stool in front of her small dressing table, knocking a pot of face paint to the floor. Damn. Where was Burt? The roughy was supposed to keep cretins away. May Day always brought a good take for the circus, but seedy folk showed up right along with the local farmers. Sodbusters, she could handle. Rubes in colors as drab as the earth they plowed, slow and simple as mules.

This man didn’t look anything like them—or the lechers who thought the entrance fee to her aerial act bought a free grope on the side. Put her visitor in an audience and he’d stand out like a sleek crow in a flock of cowbirds. Fancy frock coat, weathered face, hair and eyes as black as the coal her brothers dug from the Blind Boy Mine. Odd sort. He might have been as old as her pap or as young as Anton, the Strongman.

“You ain’t answered me.” She hadn’t liked people staring at her when she was a kid and wouldn’t tolerate it now. She wasn’t a freak, no matter what her kinfolk said. “Who are you?”

He didn’t hesitate. “A man who finds you extraordinary.”

“That so?” She snorted. Indelicately. “Well, that uppity accent don’t impress me none, so you best skedaddle ’fore I holler for Burt and have him bend you fifty ways backward. I ain’t unarmed, you know.” She groped through the silks, feathers, and tinted creams on her dressing table. “I got a knife.”

“I don’t. I’m not armed, dear lady.”

“Lady?” She’d never heard the word attached to the likes of her. Charmed, she shoved a curtain of black hair from her shoulder and eyed him openly. “You got a strange way of talking. I bet you’re a snoop, huh? This ain’t no fleece or racket joint, mister. Oliver’s Emporium and Traveling Show is on the up-and-up. Just ’cause we pull up stakes after a spell don’t mean—”

“You’re wasted here.”

She clamped her mouth shut. Even soaring through the air, the ground a death trap below, she remained in control. But this man threw her off balance with his bold comments. Dumb slug. Didn’t he realize what she was? Didn’t he have eyes?

“There ain’t nowheres else for me.” She’d known the truth every time her ma held her down and scrubbed her skin till it bled. Every time her pap cuffed her and called her Hades-spawned. When she was twelve, a preacher slathered her in whitewash while her pap watched stonily and her ma prayed for her deliverance. Lucy had run off that same night, stumbling over Ollie’s traveling circus two days later. She’d never regretted her decision in the eight years she’d called the carnival home.

Raising her chin, she stood her ground. “Ollie takes good care of me.”

“Yes. It must be gratifying to go from backwater town to backwater town, eking out a meager existence.” The man’s voice lowered, his cultured accent crisp with reproach. “Do you enjoy the way men leer at you? The barbs women toss behind your back, labeling you devil-witch and daughter of demons?”

Lucy stiffened. Pious folk were the worst. Hiding behind crosses and Bibles, as if the Good Lord loved her any less because of her appearance. Maybe Ollie traded on her unusual looks, but he treated her like family. Far more than her own blood kin.

“You need to leave.” She hated being reminded of what she was.

The man’s expression softened. “Child, I don’t see you as any of the ignoble names you have been called. I see you as special. Do not be ashamed of your exotic beauty.” Looming over her, he turned her fingers toward the light. The kindness in his voice almost made her believe she was attractive.

Until she looked at her hand and saw the same damning color that covered every inch of her body—blue.

Tears threatened her eyes. Crying was a weakness she hadn’t embraced in years.

“I see the pain on your face.” The man tightened his long fingers around her hand. “Memories of cruel taunts and unjust words. Leave here with me, and you will never be ashamed of your lovely blue skin again.”

Oh, to believe!

She stared into his eyes. There was something hypnotic about his gaze, the rich timbre of his voice. Even his touch spoke to her, his palm not smooth as she’d expected, but lined with callouses earned by a life on the road. “Who are you? What do you want?”

He smiled, his eyes flashing with lightning and promise.

“My name is Simon Glass. I want to make you famous.”

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Compelled to discover who is behind the attack and why, Maya uncovers a shortlist of enemies of the Hode clan. The mystery deepens when she finds the journal of a late nineteenth-century spiritualist who once lived in Maya’s house–a woman whose ghost may still linger.

Known as the Blue Lady of Hode’s Hill due to a genetic condition, Lucinda Glass vanished without a trace and was believed to be one of the Fiend’s tragic victims. The disappearance of a young couple, combined with more sightings of the monster, trigger Maya to join forces with Leland’s son Collin. But the closer she gets to unearthing the truth, the closer she comes to a hidden world of twisted secrets, insanity, and evil that refuses to die . . .

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The Hat by C.S. Boyack

5 star

The Hat is one of the most fun stories I have read all year! Here’s the blurb and my Five Star Review

HAT

BLURB:

Lizzie St. Laurent is dealing with many of the struggles of young life. She lost her grandmother, and her living arrangements. Her new roommate abandoned her, and she’s working multiple jobs just to keep her head above water.

She inherits an old hat from her grandmother’s estate, but it belonged to her grandfather. This is no ordinary hat, but a being from an alternate dimension. One with special powers.

Lizzie and the hat don’t exactly hit it off right away, but when her best friend’s newborn is kidnapped by a ring of baby traffickers, Lizzie turns to the hat for help. This leads her deep into her family history and a world she’s never known.

Lizzie gives up everything to rescue the babies. She loses her jobs, and may wind up in jail before it’s over. Along the way, she and the hat may have a new way of making ends meet.

Humorous and fun, The Hat is novella length. Wonderful escapism for an afternoon.

MY FIVE STAR REVIEW:

Lizzie St Laurent is heartbroken that her grandmother died and she got nothing from the estate. In anger, she grabs a box out of the back of a moving truck vacating her grandmother’s antique shop. Once she finally settled in with a glass of wine and opens it, she is shocked to find a fedora hat. She quickly discounts it and continues grieving the loss of her beloved grandmother. But, the hat is a living entity attached to her family through Lizzie’s grandfather and generations before him. And while it takes her a little time to adjust to it, they turn out to be quite the team. From playing the upright bass, which Lizzie has never touched in her life, to rescuing kidnapped babies, the Hat takes Lizzie on quite the journey. I loved this novella from C.S. Boyack. It has so many different elements and plot twists that it always kept me guessing. The ending couldn’t have been more perfectly executed. If you like off-the-wall stories with elements of supernatural, ghouls, witches and a Hat that can perform all sorts of magic, you’ll love this story.

About C.S. Boyack:

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I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I’m not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.

I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups I jumped in with both feet.

I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Craig

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D.L. Finn – Book Release #RRBC

Author D.L. Finn has spread her literary wings a little further and released a new Paranormal Romance This Second Chance. It is my great pleasure to showcase her new book here today!

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Blurb:

Newly married Rachael Battaglia finally had it all. The only detail that stained Rachael’s perfect wedding was a gift she received. It was the exact present that her late ex-husband had given her on their wedding day — a snow globe. That marriage was not what she had envisioned, and she endured years of his abuse and charm until one night she escaped with two kids and one on the way.  Now Rachael was headed to Hawaii with an amazing man and her chance at happiness.  Unbeknownst to Rachael, she had an Angel on her side, although this Angel might not be able to save Rachael and her family from the evil that surrounded them. This is a tale of love, past relationships, things unseen, and redemption. Will Rachael find her happy ending, or will this evil thing get its way?

Excerpt:

Prologue

They hovered over the familiar woman in the wedding dress. She looked terrified, and on the day that she should be at her happiest.

“You are getting a chance most do not get. You understand that, right?” Zelina asked.

He meekly nodded at her. Her brown eyes narrowed, piercing his soul. She clearly didn’t like him—not that he blamed her.

“Good. We are clear. You give Rachael her happy ending. Then you can move on and let go of some of that bad you did,” Zelina said, pursing her lips tightly together.

Her pale silver gown flowed around her like an ocean wave ebbing in and out. He never understood how angels’ clothes did that yet, at the same time, kept their form enough to cover them modestly.

“I understand, and I’m grateful I’ve been given this second chance. I won’t let you, or Rachael, down. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen,” he replied, more confidently than he felt.

Although it confused him that he was being given this chance, he’d never question this angel. He certainly didn’t deserve it and hadn’t had a moment’s peace since his death. Everything he’d done flashed before him—over and over. He was relieved to have a break from it and a chance to finally do some good, but he was merely a ghost—a soul, or a man without a body. What could he do to take away that expression on Rachael’s face?

“Yes, it is a break from your much-earned reflections.” Zelina crossed her arms, obviously irritated at him.

He felt his face redden as he nodded back at her. In this form, he felt all the physical and emotional reactions he had when he was alive but stronger. He needed to remember that angels always knew what he was thinking. He had no privacy now.

“I had to watch Rachael make some bad mistakes. I will not do this again; this is too important. You must figure out how to fix this and make your atonement. You know the rules. If I see you doing any harm, I will send you back. This is your only chance to do some good. I will be watching if you need some guidance, but I think you will figure it out,” Zelina finished, suddenly seeming taller to him.

Her black hair glowed as she put her hands on her hips with her wings fully extended. He never tired of seeing the shimmering, feathered wings that reminded him of a peacock tail. They were beautiful. Under all that splendor, he knew, there was a ferociousness akin to a bear protecting her young. Rachael was her cub.

When her wings were tucked behind her, unseen, Zelina seemed perfectly ordinary. She could walk among the humans unnoticed. She turned her gaze on him again and scowled. She oversaw people like him—the tough cases. He sighed. Zelina responded to his sigh with a smirk. On Earth that look would have infuriated him, coming from a woman. Now it scared him.

A sudden chill ran through him. “Is someone else here?” he asked.

“It is not a someone; it is more of a thing, and it is what you are up against. It has no conscience, unlike even someone like you; your conscience peeked out after your reign of terror. This thing has no empathy, no love—only hate. I cannot hear what it thinks. It is the purest form of evil and is called an evildwel. This one has consumed its human—even in death. You had one in control of you, but a part of you remained. Death might have saved you, or you might have fought it off someday. I do not know things like that. What I do know is that this evildwel means Rachael harm. Be careful, and do not disappoint me,” Zelina warned, and then she vanished.

In the corner of the room, there was no form for him to make out, only thick, dark mist. Did the evildwel know he was there? He suddenly wished Zelina hadn’t left him. He was afraid, yet he was going to do what Zelina requested—not because he had no choice, but because he had a lot of things to make up for. It was time to get to work.

Chapter 1

Rachael’s detachment from the image in the mirror smoothing the satin, off-white wedding gown puzzled her. After all, this was the same scalloped three-quarter dress, showing off her newly trim waist, that she’d pictured herself in after seeing it on a Bridal magazine cover over twenty years ago. Frowning, Rachael adjusted the tiny yellow roses and baby’s breath in her Gibson-styled, lightened auburn hair with her set of pink, acrylic nails.

“Not bad for age thirty-seven and three kids,” Rachael tried to reassure the pale image in the mirror.

It didn’t work. The urge to rip off the dress and fake nails and make a dash out the back door was even stronger now.

“Why?” Rachael asked the woman staring back at her in the mirror, unaware of her unseen visitors…

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D.L. Finn is an independent California local, who encourages everyone to embrace their inner child. She was born and raised in the foggy Bay Area, but in 1990 relocated with her husband, kids, dogs, and cats to the Sierra foothills in Nevada City, CA.  She immersed herself in reading all types of books but especially loved romance, horror, and fantasy. She always treasured creating her own reality on paper. Finally, being surrounded by towering pines, oaks and cedars, her creativity was cradled until it bloomed. Her creations vary from children’s books, young adult fantasy, adult paranormal romance to an autobiography with poetry. She continues on her adventure with an open invitation to her readers to join her.

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Book Release – C.S. Boyack #RRBC

Today, it is with great pleasure that I host Author, C.S. Boyack’s latest book release The Enhanced League!

Thanks for inviting me over today, Jan. I’m here to talk about my newest release, The Enhanced League. It’s a collection of short stories and anthems that span one year in a fictional baseball league.

I keep a living document about topics for a blog tour, and an excerpt is one of the topics. It’s always tricky choosing an excerpt because you don’t want to introduce spoilers for those who may run out and buy the book. This one gives you a bit of the pomp associated with this league.

***EXCERPT ***

I threw about twenty right down the middle; all changeups to spare the bullpen catchers. It was more about loosening up than working on location at this point. I slapped my glove on my leg and headed for the dugout.

“Not you, Warren.” It was the pitching coach.

“Why not?”

“Part of the show. You get to ride in the bullpen car for your intro. You’ll be the only starter who’s ever ridden in it.”

Jesus, these people love a show. It’s more like professional wrestling than I realized. I made my way down to the tunnel.

The bullpen car was a full blown custom hot rod. It had a huge Mountie hat atop the open sides, and a chromed engine block with six chrome intake stacks. The body was the traditional red of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

The field announcer named off the starting players for both teams. Boos echoed as the Las Vegas Gamblers were introduced.

The announcer continued, “Working the third base line tonight, Traci Goodbody. Roaming the infield is Daisy Farmer, and your crew chief tonight, working the first base line is Ms. Lita Von Strychnine.”

The butterflies decided to swarm when the national anthem started. O Canada! Terre de nos aïeux, Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux

I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths.

“Better climb in, and hang onto the straps.” It was my driver, but I’d never met him before.

Machines filled the tunnel with a thick fog. The stadium went silent and spotlights waved back and forth occasionally hitting the tunnel. The stadium announcer said, “Roger Warp-speeeeed WARREN!” The thundering sounds of It’s a Long Way to the Top, by AC/DC echoed through the stadium, complete with bagpipes.

The bullpen car roared to life with a sound that would shame most Harley Davidsons. We crept toward the opening, and the driver hit the lights and siren. Red and blue alternated across the fog, and the crowd screamed above the siren.

We launched from the tunnel and turned onto the warning track around the outfield. The crowd was on its feet, and I reminded myself to shut my jaw which had fallen open. No ancient gladiator would have seen a sight any more outrageous.

We toured around the outfield and past the visitors’ dugout with sirens and lights all the way. My driver deposited me beside the mound, where Montes was waiting. “You ready, man?” He asked.

“Um, yeah.” I tipped my hat to the crowd, then glanced at Daisy Farmer in her booty shorts and cropped umpire top. “Looks like the players aren’t the only thing enhanced here.”

Montes slapped me lightly on the cheek. “Head in the game, jefe.”

“Right, let’s go.”

Von Strychnine stalked down toward the plate and called, “Batter up.”

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Blurb: The Enhanced league is a collection of short stories and anthems centered around a year in a fictional baseball league. It has a slight science fiction background. This league has a lot more pomp than you might be used to, and nobody seems to care if the players use performance enhancing drugs.

Stories involve existing heroes, up and comers, and falling stars. While there are the obvious stories that take place on the field of play, there are also human interest stories that take place around the baseball gyrations. These stories involve scouting, trades, ruthless business decisions, and even relationships.

I enjoyed researching and bringing you The Enhanced League, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. — CB

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I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I’m not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.

I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups I jumped in with both feet.

I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Craig

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A Cold Tomorrow – Book Review #RRBC

5 star

In this sequel to the first book of the Point Pleasant Series,  A Thousand Yesteryears,  Mae Clair takes us on a fast-paced adventure that doesn’t end until the last page.

Katie Lynch stops to help a motorist in trouble and gets more than she bargained for. Mysteries begin unfolding all around.  A coded message, a policeman that vanishes into thin air and unexplained phenomena galore set the stage for A Cold Tomorrow .

We met the famous supernatural mythical creature, The Mothman, in the first book of this series. But, it is becoming almost as much of a character in these books as are the people. Mae gives us a glimpse into the creature’s mind when it is wounded and Caden  is able to communicate with him. All the characters in this story capture me. The two brothers, Ryan and Caden, both in law enforcement – rugged and good looking, Katie Lynch, a single mom raising a son, Eve Parrish, owner of the famed historic hotel, Sarah who loves digging around in archived historical records, and even Katie’s renegade mom who really comes to life and redeems herself in this novel.

Mae does an exquisite job of weaving this story with lots of unexpected and unpredictable twists and turns. Giving the reader a deeper look into Indrid Cold and Evening Lach, and their connection to the Mothman, only adds another other-worldly dimension to this story. If you like a great mystery with a lot of adventure and a little romance thrown in, you’ll love both of Mae Clair’s books in the Point Pleasant series. Looking forward to the third book, coming soon!

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A Thousand Yesteryears by Mae Clair

BOOK REVIEW

5 STARS!

Eve Parrish has no idea what she will find when she returns to Point Pleasant to settle her deceased aunt’s estate. Fifteen years earlier, as a young child, she’d experienced a tragedy that changed everyone’s lives forever. A bridge that connected Point Pleasant to the rest of the world collapsed, killing many of the town’s residents, including Eve’s father and her best friend, Maggie Flynn. To escape the nightmare of the tragedy, Eve’s mother moved the family away. Upon her return to Point Pleasant, she finds her aunt’s house ransacked. What was someone looking for?

Caden Flynn survived the bridge collapse, but with the help of who or what? He carries insurmountable guilt that he’d coerced his little sister to go out that day and  hadn’t been able to save her when she plunged into the icy water below.

The legend of a mythical creature, The Mothman, has haunted the little town for decades and occasional sightings has kept the tourists coming, although with the collapse of the bridge, fewer come hoping for a sighting. The town of Point Pleasant is only a shadow of what it had been in its prime.

But, a sinister undercurrent to this story involves an unlikely murderer in the small community who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

When Caden and Eve not only renew a friendship, but become romantically involved, they find themselves in the murderer’s cross hairs. Information provided by the ghosts of Eve’s aunt and her friend, Maggie, prove to be invaluable in solving the many mysteries surrounding Point Pleasant.

Mae Clair has done a superb job of weaving this tale of UFOs, the mythical Mothman, murder and romance together in the first book of her Point Pleasant series.

If you like a well-written book with tons of suspense and plot twists, you’ll love A Thousand Yesteryears by Mae Clair!

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#RRBC Author, Lincoln Cole

Today, I am excited to host a talented author, Lincoln Cole on his blog tour!

LINCOLN COLE

What am I working on now?

Next up for me: I’m turning back to one of the first books I ever published and giving it the sequel it’s been waiting for. I’ve been distracted since publishing Graveyard of Empires almost a year ago and it’s past time that I finally wrap up Book II and get it out into the world.

This is a series I’ve been writing for personal enjoyment, not something I’ve tried to write to market or how people expect a book of the genre to be. The good news is, as soon as I finish book II, the third book in the series will be right around the corner and published shortly thereafter.

Book II will be called Collision of Worlds

Book III will be called Division of Power

Once those books are finished, I’ll turn back to World on Fire and finish the second book in the series. I already have it mapped out, I just need to settle down and actually put the words on paper. I did write a prequel short story to Raven’s Peak called The Ninth Circle (which is available for anyone who signs up for my newsletter: http://www.LincolnCole.net/signup) and I plan on adding short pieces to add depth to the world over time. I love the world and the characters and it took almost no time to write this short story, so I’m hoping that the second book in the series will come just as fast!

Lincoln Cole

RAVENS PEAK

LincolnJCole@gmail.com

 

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Website: http://www.LincolnCole.net

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Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7MhpGIAWkU

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