Read Something A Little Spooky!

 

Read Something A Little Spooky!

It's that season. Not fall but Halloween! Stores have been piling bags of chocolate by the check-out and decoration displays fill the end caps! It's a natural progression from Pumpkin Spice Lattes to Jack O' Lanterns. This is the perfect time for a romance with a little spookiness. Not the ones that make me unable to sleep after reading. I have three perfect books in mind for your Spooky Lists!

Glimpses of Wilderness

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AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076MLZTDY

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/glimpses-of-wilderness-1

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/glimpses-of-wilderness-lee-ann-ward/1127567034?ean=2940158545832

APPLE: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1299993253

GOOGLE PLAY: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=QYKKDwAAQBAJ

 

BLURB:

No nightmares about my dad’s car crashing or my sister’s tiny face vanishing in a window of red. No, not anymore. Now when I sleep I fall into an expanse of frozen wilderness, the other life I’ve lived…

The one I’ve lived with him.

Anna experiences vivid dreams from a past-life she lived in the 1800s with her husband Robert and their children in the wilderness of the Michigan Territory. Much like her own mother grieving the man and child she lost, Anna can’t simply let go of the memories that haunt her.

But when she runs into Robert in this lifetime, a whirlwind of their past lives—and deaths—rocks her modern world to the core. What will she be willing to risk to spend every lifetime with Robert?

In the twists and turns of “repeating” their lives over and over through time, Anna must sacrifice everything for a glimpse of immortal love.

Excerpt

I can still feel his touch on my skin and his lips on my mouth. I sink deeper into the covers and close my eyes so tightly I see stars. I want to be with Robert a little longer. I’m not ready to leave, never want to let him go. But now my face is too wet with tears to sleep. Robert’s gone, trapped in our wilderness memories until I’m lucky enough to dream again. And I’m here without him. Always here…

I swipe the tears until the remnants of eyeliner I failed to remove last night are simply black smudges on my face. She stares back at me from the mirror—the Anna of the wild, the Anna who misses her husband and babies, the Anna who’s as broken as her mother, no matter how hard she tries to pretend she’s okay. Me…

How can I accuse Mom of living in the past and never letting go when I’m holding on to a past from a couple hundred years ago? I know what I have to do. I pick up my phone again and open Facebook. No one will ever need to ask about my relationship status again. I type his name and read my new status update: Anna Berkeley is in a relationship with William Hull.

Love Detour

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DB3RHCP

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Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1406523309

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=W4KKDwAAQBAJ

 

BLURB:

Life can change in the most unexpected ways.

 

Ashlyn Montana had encountered ghosts her whole life, but none more charming or irresistible than Bob Abbott. From the moment the fatherly figure floated into her life, she knew she met a friend she could trust. Pressured by her family to marry young, Ashlyn takes Bob’s advice and goes on the run in disguise. But when he talks her into taking a job in Breaker Creek as a farm boy named Al, she becomes suspicious. Did her ghostly pal lead her to freedom, or entangle her into his past?

 

Hunter Abbott had no idea what he was getting into hiring the clueless and scrawny farm boy, Al. But he felt for the kid. There was a time he was once a lost boy looking for a place to belong, until his Uncle Bob took him under his wing. But when Hunter tries to help guide Al into a farmer it leads to a shocking discovery. His new hire is hiding an unbelievable secret. And Hunter is about to face a reality he never thought possible.

Can the two people Bob Abbot loves most, find love as they work to solve the mystery of his murder?

 

EXCERPT

“Man it's chilly in here,” Hunter said suddenly, walking over to shut the window. “Must be a cold front coming in.”

“It is not a cold front,” she told him, standing up with renewed confidence. Bob was here. She wasn’t alone. She could convince Hunter she was telling the truth.

He gave her a strange look. “How do you know?”

“Because Bob is here,” she announced. “And when Bob is nearby it gets colder.”

Hunter stared back at her, his expression unreadable. “Don’t lie to me, Ashlyn. It will only make everything between us worse.”

“I’m not lying.” She reached out and ran her hand up his arm, feeling his goose bumps. “See how cold you are? That’s because your uncle is standing right here.” She gestured to the left of them with her free hand. “Right in this room. 

He took a step away from her touch and shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”

She lifted her chin, pretending his retreat didn’t hurt. “Then I’ll prove he’s here.”

“How are you going to do that?” His eyes darted to the left of them, looking spooked. Hunter said he didn’t believe her, but his nerves were visible. 

“Ask me something only Bob would know,” she challenged, looking him in the eye. “And I will tell you his answer.”

Kindling the Past

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AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09B6DGS87

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/kindling-the-past-1

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1119275656

APPLE: https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1578184627

 

Blurb:

Kindle fights to survive on her own, to break free from her possessive and violent ex-boyfriend, and tries not to let her best friend, Anna, know she’s in love with her husband. Most of all, she fights the visions she sees of the past—she doesn’t believe in that kind of stuff.

Then Anna is shot and killed.

In their grief, Kindle and Ty, Anna’s husband and Kindle’s Taekwondo instructor, grow closer. Although Kindle is careful never to let him too close, he helps her learn to accept that her visions are real. Eventually, the truth about Anna’s death breaks through into Kindle’s visions, and she must find a way not to let it destroy her.

EXCERPT:

 I had no way of knowing what Chris was driving. I had to know which cars were supposed to be here in order to know if there was a new one. Most of my neighbors drove beaters like me, and Chris had always liked something flashy. But with him, I couldn’t depend on consistency. He was smart.

I recognized all the cars tonight. I parked under the streetlight and kept the door locked while I pulled my gear bag onto my lap and slipped the strap over my shoulder. Keys ready, I jumped out of the car and jogged up the steps. I hated apartment buildings in Florida. The halls were open, no security doors to block unwanted visitors from knocking on your front door, from lurking in shadowy corners.

Within about ten seconds, I was up the stairs, down the hall, and at my door. Just being able to move quickly without running out of breath was worth the cost of Taekwondo classes. I felt more confident, less scared.

My door unlocked, I glanced down the hall one more time then slipped inside. I closed the door, locked it, and flipped the lights.

I was not alone.

He was right there, tall, thick, and blond as always. I was seeing as clearly as if through acid. I blinked to make sure he was really there. I always did that. It was stupid.

Chris was always there.

Standing in the middle of my one little room, he just looked at me. It was like he was waiting for me to apologize for something. He always seemed to think I should be apologizing. I knew better now, knew I’d never done anything wrong, but I wasn’t defiant either. I kept my mouth shut—as if he might go away if I was very still and very quiet, like certain predators in the wild.

 

If these spooky books interest you, then be sure to pick them up and settle in to read along with a Pumpkin Spice Latte and that bag of Halloween candy. 

Until Next Month,

Melissa Keir
www.melissakeir.com

Happiness Is...

 

We’ve always been told that our basic rights include “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” That part about happiness is a great idea, but there’s one thing missing—how do you recognize it when you think you’ve found it? Did you find happiness or did it sneak up on you when you weren’t looking?

 

Happiness seems to mean different things for everyone. Those who are materialistically motivated are only satisfied when they have all the toys in their playpen. The more expensive the gadget or bauble, the happier they are. Some people get that glow when they’re the center of attention. An offshoot of this personality type can only find joy when they demean others and make them feel inferior so they can feel better about themselves. Then there are those who think happiness and true love are joined at the hip. These same folks probably watch every Lifetime Christmas movie, and write love letters to the characters.

 

A friend once asked what makes me happy. I had to think about that one, because I didn’t have a ready-made response. While I find comfort in financial security, career success, or a close friendship, I can’t really tag one as the standard. There are times when I’m happy after enjoying an evening with friends, especially if it involves a nice dinner and a lot of laughs. A vacation at my favorite getaway spot makes me happy, until I get home and realize it’s over. A terrific book review makes me feel like doing cartwheels in front of my house. Fortunately, I’ve never done that, which probably makes my neighbors happy.

 

I’ve come to the conclusion that happiness is relative to where you are in your life. When I was growing up, doing fun family things made me smile, especially around holidays. As I got older and discovered the opposite sex, spending time with someone I liked made me happy. Getting a raise or good performance evaluation when I was on the job always brought out the happy hormones, too. 

 

I came across a list of 7 common myths about happiness. I won’t include all of them, but a few struck a chord with me, and they might with you. I think these hit me between the eyes because I’ve been guilty of this kind of thinking. 

 

“If I have lots of money, I will be happy.” An infusion of greenbacks can get you a lot of things, but beyond your basic needs and financial security, the upgrades won’t really improve your mood in the long run. There have been times in my life when I didn’t have two quarters to rub together, but I still found something to be happy about.   

 

“I have to be better than just OK to be happy.” This sounds like the credo of Overachievers Anonymous. Is the follow-up line “…and as long as I’m better than you, I’m even happier”? I’ve known people with this Type A personality trait and I avoided them, lest I get run over in their race to the happiness finish line. The problem is that it’s a moving target, and people with this mindset never seem to get there.   

 

“When I find true love, then I will be happy.” This is probably the most erroneous myth ever, even though it’s the basic ingredient in romance novels.  Love can be the greatest feeling in the world, but it’s also painful if it doesn’t work out. As with most life pursuits, keep a realistic attitude, and be careful what you wish for. I have a woman friend who has been searching for true everlasting love for twenty-plus years. She hasn’t found it yet because she set high standards for a potential mate, including a written list of qualifications. If Mr. Perfect doesn’t check all the boxes, he can keep walking. She never seems to be very happy, either.  

         

“When life is normal again, then I can be happy again.” For this one to come to fruition, you first need to define “normal.” It seems to change on a weekly basis, and what was once considered normal has taken on a different meaning. Why not adapt to what is now the norm in your own life and make the best of it?

 

There’s no hard-and-fast qualifier for happiness. It’s really what you choose to make it. Many people are happy when they’ve finished their day’s labors and can relax at home with their loved ones, a favorite TV show and a cold brew. Others find joy in hitting the winning home run for their softball team, or playing a great round of golf. Some folks derive satisfaction from fishing or hunting. Other adventurous souls become overjoyed when they stumble across a sale at their favorite store, and their credit card isn’t maxed out.

 

What pushes your happy button?  

 

Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author of romantic mystery/thrillers and contemporary romantic comedies. His website is Tim Smith, AllAuthor.com   

Battling Burnout

 

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I'm a great example of why scolding and shaming kids whose brains work differently creates adults with low self-esteem and maladaptive coping mechanisms who work themselves until they burn out and then spiral into self-loathing.

I wasn't aware I had ADHD until I was in my 50s. I also wasn't aware that many of my problematic behaviors were the result of unresolved trauma. The behaviors correlated with these issues led to my being labeled as a hysterical neurotic by a real clown of a shrink back in 1981. 

Borderline personality disorder, another label applied to me by mental health professionals, is the modern hysterical neurotic. There is a highly disproportionate tendency to diagnose female patients with borderline personality disorder. The label implies an organic fault in the patient's psychological presentation. However, patients diagnosed with borderline personality disorder have a history of abuse and trauma, often sexual trauma. So-called borderline personality disorder is a manifestation of complex PTSD. 

My combination of undiagnosed ADHD and unresolved c-PTSD mimicked certain traits of type 2 bipolar disorder, which I was misdiagnosed with for approximately 15 years. 

None of these diagnoses helped me heal my low self-esteem or taught me to monitor myself for signs of becoming overwhelmed. Neither mental nor physical health professionals ever guided me to learn time management skills or encouraged me to take care of myself. Most of them wanted to prescribe me pills that my brain doesn't like and send me on my way. That and admonishing me to lose weight because dieting fixes everything and certainly doesn't lead to any kind of increase in self-loathing or encourage a pathological relationship with eating. 😒

I have a long history of burning out after taking on too much. Employers would think I was a real shooting star until I came crashing down in flames. My mantra was, "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Decades of sleep deprivation, food insecurity, and stress led to the deterioration of my health. I didn't know who I was anymore when I could no longer work myself to death and had to go on disability. 

I allowed myself to start working on my writing, a passion that has always sustained me but which I felt I couldn't prioritize because I wasn't "successful" at it. From a young age, I learned that money equals success and that anyone who isn't successful (read: making a lot of money) is a failure. 

I advise anyone considering writing as a career because they want to become rich to find something else. Artistic professions are notorious for being hard to break into, particularly if your creations aren't mainstream. Mine certainly aren't. 

I write in several genres. One of them has the potential to earn some income, but I probably do it wrong. The rest don't. 

As C. L. Hart, I primarily write Lovecraftian fantasy and horror. However, I don't write the kind of horror that's likely to be made into a big-budget Hollywood film. I mostly write Twilight Zone-style horror, aka psychological horror with a moral message. I also write sweet romance as C. L. Hart because what could be more contradictory?

As Lil DeVille, I write smut. However, I don't write the right kind of smut to make the big bucks. I don't enjoy writing about alpha males and billionaires. I like writing about quirky characters discovering love and lust with each other. 

I publish the Ornery Owl poetry collections under my real name. When was the last time you heard of a wealthy poet?

I write about mental health issues, particularly trauma, as Cara H. I only use my last initial in keeping with Alcoholics Anonymous guidelines. I'm not aspiring to be anyone but who I actually am when I reveal my truth. Striving for status plays no part in these ventures.

I managed to burn myself out on writing because I always try to do All The Things. The trouble is, oftentimes, when I try to do all the things, I end up doing none of the things because I crash and burn. Then, I end up mired in self-loathing. Rinse and repeat. 

I spent the last couple weeks of September avoiding writing to get myself back on track for the final quarter of 2024. Rather than embroiling myself in the standard end-of-the-year pressure cooker, I am participating in a combined 60-day planning and writing challenge from Dabble and a 90-day writing challenge from AutoCrit. I am learning new strategies to help me enjoy creating again rather than trying to vomit out an enforced word count on cue. 

There is no one-size-fits-all approach to writing. Don't try to force yourself to conform to someone else's standards. You'll only end up miserable.

Creating Lovecraftian fantasy, horror, and sweet romance as C. L. Hart

Creating steamy romantic novelettes with a sense of humor as Lil DeVille

Penning poetry as Ornery Owl

Top 5 things Anna Hale, P.I., the heroine of her own book series, and I argue about!

 

Good Morning on this lovely fall day!

Hope the month of September was kind to you and you're gearing up for Halloween and Thanksgiving ( I live in Canada which means Thanksgiving is usually around the middle of the month).

September was another busy month for me with another book release, a third Anna Hale, PI case, Death Echo, being released. One more next month till Death Cult, and then I get a couple of months to just write books which is my favorite occupation.

I thought maybe it would be good to give you a bit more insight into Anna Hale, P.I.

Top 5 things Anna Hale, P.I., and I, argue about:

 (1)   Her incessant need to wake me in the middle of the night to discuss her current murder case. I am available all day long after all. Just sayin’.

(2)   Anna never stops to enjoy the spectacular scenery that Alaska has to offer. I mean, does she always have to race by it as if there were a murderer on her tail? Well, okay, sometimes, or make that most times, it’s justified. There does seem to be a lot of bad guys in the Alaskan wilderness.

(3)   As clever as Anna Hale is, does she need to run headlong into every dangerous situation and drive me crazy worrying about her?!

(4)   Her lack of time off to enjoy family life which would allow me to write some tranquil scenes, instead, always on the trail of a bad guy(s) and going for broke making me constantly sweat!

(5)   Her lack of empathy for the bad childhood of a killer and saying how much the herd needs thinning. Though, on second thought, I just might agree with her on this one. Anna, as so many have, suffered through a bad beginning and yet ended up helping the world be a better place instead of playing victim. 😊

Well, until next time, I bid you a fond adieu.

Hugs,

January Bain/Storyteller

 

 

Why I wrote Murder and Mint Tea by Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor ##BWLAuthor #writing #mystery

 I started writing short stories and had some success with them. And So We Walk on Eggshells was the original title for Murder and Mint Tea. The first rejection I recieved for the story stated that this sounded like the synopsis for a novel. I never had even tried to attempt a novel. I knew there were differences between the two. We were living in Pawnee, Oklahoma where my husband was the doctor at the Indian hospital. When we went to Stillwater for groceries at the commisary, I went to the library there and borrowed books on writing novels. Thus began my exploration of writing novels. I'd always been a story teller since as a child this was one way in the evening the neighborhood children spent their time. WW2 was on us and we lived in Pittsburgh known for steelmills. Story telling verbally is different from writing the story down. I must have read twenty books, some good and some not good about writing novels. Then I began to write Murder and MInt Tea. For this first book, a year passed and I began sending it out and received many rejectionss. In those days editors would reject with comments and this was how I really learned to write novels. My thanks to the editors who took the time to show me how to write a book that people would enjoy. In 1998 Murder and Mint Tea was published. The reviews were great andI was off and running. Today Murder andMint Tea continues to sell and bring royalties to me. Persistance is what I used to become a writer.

CONFOUNDING THE EARL by Lexi Post has Released!

 

Confounding the Earl

(Courting a Curious Lady: Book 2)

by Lexi Post

has Released!

He made her successful. So why does he feel like he’s failed?

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Lady Dorothea Ansley knows she baffles her mother and annoys her father with her prattle. Luckily, her fellow Curious Ladies are patient with her and great company during the season. But the season is coming to a close, and she is still without an offer of marriage. She needs a proposal quickly before her mother’s wandering eye causes a scandal and all chances of marriage disappear. As she stands alone at the final ball, she unwittingly catches the attention of Lord Harewood, but in a very different way than she expects.

Lord Felton Ambrose is quite good at predicting what will occur next whether it be in parliament or the next couple to be betrothed, but he never would have predicted Lady Dorothea’s conversation at the season’s final fete would be of any interest to him in the least. Curious if the moment was simply a serendipitous occurrence, he ensures that she’s invited to his family’s upcoming house party. She is the perfect lady for whom to find a suitor and achieve his goal of improving the reputation of the Belinda School for Curious Ladies to best honor the woman after which it was named.

Though his social experiment is a success and multiple men become enamored of Lady Dorothea, he is not at all happy. The lady has changed according to his sage advice, and she has taught him a few lessons on happiness in the process. By all rights, he should be basking in the glow of a goal reached, a victory hard won, but for the first time in his life, he fears he may, just possibly, have been wrong. Has he done the greatest disservice to Lady Dorothea, to the school, and to himself? More importantly, will he be too late to rectify his mistake?

About Lexi:

Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. Whether it’s sizzling cowboys, dashing dukes, hot immortals, or hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her two cats in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you’ll never see her without a hat.

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Read The Claiming of the Duke by Kim Alexander #EpicFantasy #SwordandSorcery #Adventure

  

The Claiming of the Duke

(The Demon Door)

Synopsis

...the huge dark bulk of Gardenhour rose at his back…at once a blessing of family and security, and a curse of loneliness and lies…

A dangerous man with a dark and tragic past

An innocent girl with dreams of a bright future

Can Gwenyth’s love drive away the shadows enveloping Max’s heart, or will she pay with her life for daring to claim him as her own?

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What are the other books in the series?

The Sand Prince

Two worlds. 

Bound by magic. 

Divided by a Door. 

On the barren, war-ravaged demon world of Eriis, the fierce queen Hellne fights to keep her people alive and her son Rhuun's heritage a secret. 

On the green and gentle human world of Mistra, demons have faded into myth. Only a handful of old men and fanatical children still guard The Door between the worlds. Different and shunned by his demon kin, Rhuun finds refuge in a book that tells of a human world of water and wonder. 

Forced by his mother's enemies to flee Eriis, he finds himself trapped on the other side of The Door in the very place he has read and dreamed about—Mistra. Chained to the deadly whims of a child who guards The Door, Rhuun must balance serving and surviving, even at the risk of exposing his true identity. 

Riskiest of all is his task of kidnapping an infuriating young woman who is about to find out that the demons of Eriis are much, much more than just an old bedtime story.

Check It Out: https://books2read.com/HeronPrince

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The Heron Prince

The Demon Door can be opened...but the price is deadly.

Prince Rhuun has found acceptance among the humans on Mistra, something he could never have in the demon realm of Eriis, not even as heir to its throne. What's more, he has even found love with the prickly, passionate heiress, Lelet va'Everly.

The idyll can't last. The prince has enemies who are after more than his throne. They are out for his blood…which holds the key to unsealing The Door between the two worlds, and the demons want in. When Rhuun is lured into a trap on Eriis, Lelet has no choice but to turn to a motley group of exiles, children, and madmen to help save him.

Lelet soon discovers that, like all things, rescuing the prince comes with a price. The secrets in Rhuun's blood may be worth killing for, but are they worth dying for?

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The Glass Girl

Love opens all doors…but betrayal locks them forever.


Newly blessed (or cursed) with wings and fire, Prince Rhuun of the demon realm of Eriis sees hope for his life on the human world of Mistra with his fierce human lover, Lelet va'Everley. She literally went to hell and back to save him, and she's not about to let anything—or anyone—ruin their perfect future.


All too soon, the claims of family, duty, and justice force Rhuun and Lelet to confront new griefs and old mistakes as they attempt to restore balance to the throne of Eriis. But, with every jealous rumor and each vengeful whisper, friends turn, family schemes, and forgotten enemies creep from the shadows.


Treachery in Eriis and betrayal in Mistra jeopardize what Rhuun and Lelet have fought so hard to build, threatening to tear apart the two lovers, their families, and even their worlds.

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The River King

SOMETIMES LOVE DOESN’T CHANGE THE WORLD. SOMETIMES IT CHANGES ALL OF THEM.

Rhuun, the half-human and wholly reluctant prince of the demons has finally reunited with his fiery Lelet. It’s too bad they must hide behind a facade of icy indifference to fool those who are determined to keep demons and humans apart...by any means necessary.

There is more at stake than bringing the miracle of rain back to Eriis. It's not just sand and lost royals poised to come through the newly-opened Door. Something ancient is hungry, and fat, complacent Mistra won't stand a chance. Even worse, whispers and shadows speak of blood magic that could destroy not just The Door, but all Doors—forever—barring the way home for lovers and enemies alike.

Will the love Rhuun and Lelet have moved worlds to share be the very thing they must sacrifice to save their worlds?

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Who am I?

Kim Alexander grew up in the wilds of Long Island, NY, and slowly drifted south until she reached Key West. After spending ten rum-soaked years as a DJ in the Keys, she moved to Washington DC, where she lives with two cats, an angry fish, and her extremely patient husband who tells her she needs to write at least ten more books if she intends to retire in Thailand, so thank you for your patronage. 

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