Friday, April 20, 2018

The Forgotten Ones by Steena Holmes



The Forgotten Ones
by Steena Holmes
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Elle is a survivor. She’s managed to piece together a solid life from a childhood of broken memories and fairy tales her mom told her to explain away bad dreams. But weekly visits to her mother still fill Elle with a paralyzing fear she can’t explain. It’s just another of so many unanswered questions she grew up with in a family estranged by silence and secrets.

Elle’s world turns upside down when she receives a deathbed request from her grandfather, a man she was told had died years ago. Racked by grief, regrets, and a haunted conscience, he has a tale of his own to tell Elle: about her mother, an imaginary friend, and two strangers who came to the house one night and never left.

As Elle’s past unfolds, so does the truth—if she can believe it. She must face the reasons for her inexplicable dread. As dark as they are, Elle must listen…before her grandfather’s death buries the family’s secrets forever.






Steena Holmes is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of titles including Saving Abby, Stillwater Rising and The Memory Child. Named in the Top 20 Women Author to read in 2015 by Good Housekeeping, she won the National Indie Excellence Award in 2012 for Finding Emma as well as the USA Book News Award for The Word Game in 2015. Having her Author Brand featured repeatedly on sites such as Goodreads, BookBub, RedBook, and Goodhousekeeping, Steena is an authority on creating an effective author brand and has been invited to speak on the subject at various author forums around the world. To find out more about her books and her love for traveling.



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Thursday, April 19, 2018

Murder, She Knit Peggy Ehrhart



Murder, She Knit
A Knit & Nibble Mystery Book 1
by Peggy Ehrhart
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Since her only daughter left for college, widow Pamela Paterson has kept busy as associate editor of a craft magazine and founder of the Knit and Nibble knitting club in quaint Arborville, New Jersey. Now, she’s trying out a new hobby—solving murders!


Pamela is hosting the next Knit and Nibble meeting and can’t wait to liven up her otherwise empty home with colorful yarn, baking, and a little harmless gossip. She even recruits Amy Morgan, an old friend who recently moved to town, as the group’s newest member. But on the night of the gathering, Amy doesn’t show. Not until Pamela finds the woman dead outside—a knitting needle stabbed through the front of her handmade sweater . . .

Someone committed murder before taking off with Amy’s knitting bag, and Pamela realizes that only she can spot the deadly details hidden in mysterious skeins. But when another murder occurs, naming the culprit—and living to spin the tale—will be more difficult than Pamela ever imagined . . . 
Knitting tips and delicious recipe included!



Peggy Ehrhart is a former English professor who lives in Leonia, New Jersey, where she writes mysteries and plays blues guitar. She holds a Ph.D. in medieval literature from the University of Illinois and taught writing and literature at Queens College, CUNY, and Fairleigh Dickinson University, where she was a tenured full professor. Her short stories have appeared in Futures Mystery Anthology Magazine, Crime and Suspense, Flashing in the Gutters, Spinetingler, Crime Scene: New Jersey 2, and Murder New York Style. A longtime member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime, Peggy served on the board of MWA New York as head of the Mentor Committee. She was president of Sisters in Crime NY/TriState from 2013 to 2015. Peggy regularly attends mystery writing conferences and participates in conference panels and also gives talks on mystery fiction at libraries in New York, Connecticut, and New Jersey.


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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Raven's Sight R.L. Weeks



Raven's Sight
Raven's Shadow Book 1
by R.L. Weeks
Genre: YA Paranormal Mystery
Award Winning author, R. L. Weeks, brings you Raven's Sight - a Young Adult Victorian Paranormal Mystery. Book One can be read as a standalone and as part of the series.


Raven looks out over the small, industrial town of Cogsworth and imagines a life beyond the confines of her Grandmother's mansion.

However, Raven holds a dark secret that prevents her from leaving. One which comes to light after her father's untimely death. Now an orphan, Raven must do her best to hide her gifts of sight if she's to survive the cruel Victorian society she lives in.

However, when a ghost of a child comes to her for help, Raven finds herself in the gas lit streets of London, on the trail of a female serial killer. As she tries to solve the string of murders, she realizes that the murders are almost identical to those from a case left unsolved years before she was born.

In a race against time, Raven is thrown into a world she doesn't know. With her crush, Tom, now a ghost, her friend, Emmett, now a suspect, and an uncle who runs illicit groups and hates women, Raven will have to unravel the mysteries quickly before she becomes their next victim.




Excerpt:

November 27th, 1861

I sit at the stool and marvel at the mahogany structure in front of me. Father

converted our spare room into a music room two years ago. Father loves to play

the piano. I mean, he loved to play the piano and no longer loves, for he no

longer is. Like everyone else in my family, apart from Grandmother and my

uncle, he is dead.

I lift the heavy lid, and a row of ivory keys greet me. Father ensured that our

piano had a cast iron frame installed when it was bought. According to him, it

gives a more powerful sound. Father was a very smart man.

I suck in a deep breath and dangle my legs off the stool. I tap the heels of my

black, shiny shoes together. My feet can almost reach the ground now. Soon, I

will be nine years old, and I will be able to play the piano much better than

Lissy, who lives down the road. Although, her mother doesn’t want her playing

with me anymore. Apparently, I’m weird.

Tears blur my vision as I realise for the first time that I will be turning nine

without Father.

I miss his sparkling blue eyes and “moments of madness,” as Grandmother

called them. Father is…I mean, was, the owner of a wool factory. Father said

that his factory was one of the first to recognise a union, whatever that is, and his

workers were paid fairly. He was very proud of his factory which is now owned

his adopted brother who I’ve never met. All the workers live in small houses in

our small town of Cogsworth.

I used to sneak off and look at the factory after school. Sparks and flames

would light up the sky that had been darkened by smoke from the chimneys. I

used to watch the children that worked at his factory sit on the old wooden fence

and eat their dinners before going back to finish their long day.

I look down at my little fingers and wonder if I will be put to work now that

he is dead.

Grandmother says not to worry, that father has left us more than enough

money and that we have enough to last us for the rest of our lives, but I am much

younger than her.

I must find a good husband when I am grown up. I just hope Grandmother

lives long enough for me to marry. If not, I may end up desperate and poor,

without anything in the world. I am, after all, an orphan now, and world is not

kind to orphans. I know this much from the books I sneak from Grandmother’s

shelves. You see, Grandmother always hides the harsh truths from me, unlike

Father, who always told me the truth, even when I didn’t want to hear it. He

always said that the most important gifts he had been graced with by God were

his integrity and honest tongue.

I look up at the door and smile at him.

“My dear,” my grandmother says crisply. She walks through Father and sits on

the futon. “I know it has been hard with losing both your parents in one year, but

you still have me, and I will always be here for you.”

I give her a “mmm” and hover my fingers over the keys of the piano. I don’t

want to talk about my parent’s deaths right now. I don’t have time. “I am about

to play a song.”

Her thin lips crack into a small smile. She nods for me to play, but the song is

not for her. It is for Father. He has been standing in the doorway waiting for me

to play for almost ten minutes. He is almost transparent and taps his watch,

pushing me to hurry.

What if I do not play my goodbye well enough for him? How can I put all the

words and memories I wished for us to have into just one small song?

I elaborate when she does not leave. “I am playing a song for Father, not you.

I must make sure I get it right. I want to play it only for his ears.”

Her eyes, a paler blue than mine or Father’s, widen. “Raven…” She pauses

and fiddles with the cameo necklace around her neck. “Your father, my poor son,

is not coming back. He is with God now. I have told you this. You must accept

it.”

I shake my head and look at Father. He tilts his head slightly to the left and

drops his arms to his side.

“No Grandmother. Father is standing right there. He has to go soon, but he is

waiting for me to play for him.”

I press down three keys and hold my breath so I do not tremble. I start the

lullaby that I used to play with Father.

I have decided that it is most appropriate; it will be a goodnight to him and my

life with him.

Grandmother marches over to me and grabs my arm. I miss a note and look up

at her furiously.

“No!” I shout and fall off the stool. I try to wriggle free, but she pulls me

across the cold floorboards.

“No! Grandmother, please. I must finish!”

“Stop being ridiculous, Raven. There are no such things as ghosts.”

I pull down on her fingers and accidentally pull off her wedding ring. I grasp

it in my sweaty palms. I see Father look sadly at us before turning away.

“No! Father, No!”

I look at the door with desperation as he fades away.

“Father!” I scream. Grandmother’s grip remains tight on my arm, and I pull

with all my might. “I hate you. You made him leave.” A lump forms in my throat

as despair grips me. “He’s gone.”

“Enough, child,” she says and tightens her grip.

I kick my legs and scream and scream until my screams are silent. I feel

nothing but rage as I kneel on the floorboards holding Grandmother’s ring.

Suddenly, the room twists around me, and everything fades to black.

The room looks different. The walls are plastered with cream paper instead of

the normal pale blue and gold.

Grandmother sits with my dead grandfather. They both look younger. A boy

plays on the floor with a wooden horse. He is only four of five years old. His

eyes sparkle with the same blue color as Father’s.

Grandmother plays with her wedding ring. I look down at the same ring in my

hand, and my eyebrows knit together.

The boy runs out of the room with a mischievous smile. Grandmother runs

after him, laughing. “Jameson, get back here,” she says through her laughter.

The memory fades from me as I feel the ring topple from my hand onto the

floorboards.

“Raven?”

I open my eyes and look into my Grandmother’s hard expression.

“Raven, are you okay?” Tears have formed in her eyes.

I can feel the pain from where her nails were digging into me. “You seemed

happier when you ran after Father in this room. When he was a boy,” I said in

clarification.

Grandmother’s worried expression is replaced with one I have never seen on

her: fear. “You and your imagination.”

I pick up her ring and give it back to her. I stand up and rub my arm. “I saw it.

He was playing with a wooden horse. I think it was real,” I say. I am as confused

by the memory as she is. “It felt real.”

The colour leaves her face. “He must have told you about the wooden horse.”

I shake my head.

“This is the last time we can let this happen.” Strands of her hair have freed

themselves from her tight bun and now dangle wildly around her face. “Nora!”

She calls for our maid.

I look at her as she runs in the room, looking flushed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Take Raven to her room and do not let anyone in the house,” Grandmother

orders.

Nora Bonetta, whose skin is much darker than ours, looks at me curiously. “Is

the child okay?”

Grandmother paces around in a circle. “I have seen this happen before, and it

is happening again. We cannot have another Alice,” she says and stops in front

of me. She pushes me over to Nora. “We must not let her out the house. If

anyone finds out what she is…”

Nora nods, seeming to understand what I do not.

Who is this girl—I have forgotten her name already—that we cannot have



another of, and what am I?

R L Weeks is the bestselling and award-winning author of the Dead Loves Life Series, Bloodlust, The Fallen, Willow Woods Academy for Witches, Cursed, and the owner of Enchanted Anthologies, publisher of Fractured Fairytales Books 1 & 2, A Deadly World: Vampires in Paris, Things Only the Darkness Knows, and Christmas Nightmares.

She lives in a small village in the UK.
When she's not writing, she's traveling, reading (paranormal, fantasy and horror being her go to genres) and designing covers for Dark Wish Designs.




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Monday, April 16, 2018

Bound Alexandrea Weis & Lucas Astor


Bound
Alexandrea Weis & Lucas Astor
(A Magnus Blackwell Novel #2)
Published by: Vesuvian Books
Publication date: April 17th 2018
Genres: Adult, Supernatural
Magnus Blackwell’s past is about to catch up with him.
An evil force has seized New Orleans. Pestilence, suffering, and darkness cloak the city. The citizens are scared and need their mambo to guide them, but Lexie Arden can’t help anyone. A diabolical presence has taken Lexie’s power and severed her ties with the other side.
Magnus Blackwell is fighting demons of his own. Torn between his devotion to Lexie and a spirit from his past, Magnus’s loyalty is put to the test. He must revisit his sins to uncover the key to the hatred ripping the city apart. If he doesn’t, Lexie’s reign as mambo will end.
Their search for answers leads them deep into the darker realms of voodoo—until a desperate Lexie does the unthinkable, and Magnus can do nothing to spare her from her fate.
EXCERPT:
Will went to the doors leading to the balcony. “Do you hear that?”
Lexie got up from the sofa, and as soon as she came up to him, a low buzzing came through their back door. “What is it?”
Will hooked her waist. “Get behind me.”
“Why?”
“Just do it, Lexie!”
She curled into his back with her hands on his shoulders, looking around the nape of his neck while he reached for the door handle.
The buzzing got much louder when he cracked the door.
Her breath coming in quick gasps, she stared out into the night.
A wave of black shot up from the courtyard as if alerted by the light escaping from their door. The humming became deafening. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, and then Lexie became paralyzed with terror.
Flies, thousands of them, swarmed like a flock of birds, dipping and rising with a single mind. While poised over the pond, their mass obscured the floodlights from the adjacent buildings.
Aghast, Lexie’s nails dug into Will as the swarm pulled into a giant ball. A black wave flowed over the mass, bending and twisting in different directions, forming a shape.
“Have you ever seen flies do that?” Will mumbled.
Never taking her eyes off the object, she whispered back, “No. Never.”
Right after Lexie spoke, the ball suddenly contracted into a tight, flat orb.
She could not see the flies anymore, but their buzzing remained. Depressions sank into the orb; two eyes, a dip where the nose should be, and a thin line for the mouth.
The face reminded Lexie of a large black skull.
The skull then exploded, and the flies flew off in every direction.
“Holy shit!” Will slammed the doors and set the bolt. “What the hell was that?”
Lexie went around him to the window and peeked outside.
The only things hovering above the pond were a few bright beams from a neighbor’s spotlight. The flies had disappeared.
She stepped back, trembling. “It’s a warning.”
“Any idea who’s sending it?”
She rubbed his back, eager to feel his warmth. “No, but I’m sure I will find out soon enough.”
“Are you all right?” Magnus arrived in her living room. “I came as soon as I felt the black presence nearby.”
“We’re fine.” She looked up. “Just spooked.”
“Who are you talking …?” Will’s voice faded. “Oh my God. Is that …?”
Lexie held her breath as Will stared openmouthed at Magnus. “Can you see him?”
Will closed his mouth and cleared his throat. “Oh yeah.”
She rubbed her head, fighting the tension headache coming on. “This is all I need.”
“Others have seen me, why not him?” Magnus maneuvered closer. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Will.”
Will’s cheeks blanched, but he managed a courteous nod.
“Yeah, it’s nice to know you’re real.”
Magnus smugly grinned. “I’ve always been real.”
A long lapse of silence followed as each of the men—well, man and ghost—sized the other up.
Since she’d first met Magnus, Lexie longed for Will to see him, to know he existed. Her wish finally granted, she questioned if seeing Magnus was good for her husband. Will had stayed on the fringe of her world, opting to support her in any way he could, but leaving her to run her responsibilities without his assistance. She’d preferred things that way, seeking guidance from Titu instead of Will. He had his architecture firm and she her shop. Could they go back to their comfortable existence, or had the tide turned?
“Why is this happening?” Will staggered backward. “Why am I seeing him?”


Author Bio:
Lucas Astor is from New York, has resided in Central America and the Middle East, and traveled through Europe. He lives a very private, virtually reclusive lifestyle, preferring to spend time with a close-knit group of friends than be in the spotlight.
He is an author and poet with a penchant for telling stories that delve into the dark side of the human psyche. He likes to explore the evil that exists, not just in the world, but right next door behind a smiling face.
Photography, making wine, and helping endangered species are just some of his interests. Lucas is an expert archer and enjoys jazz, blues, and classical music.
One of his favorite quotes is: “It’s better to be silent than be a fool.” ~Harper Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird)
Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.

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Friday, April 13, 2018

Wings of Flesh and Bones Cathrina Constantine


Wings of Flesh and Bones
Cathrina Constantine
Publication date: April 13th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, Young Adult
An Angel. A Witch. A Demon. And A Choice.
Creatures from outer realms suck, as any gatekeeper worth their salt will tell you. Welcome to Rogan’s life, an orphaned seventeen-year-old who lives and trains with other misfits under her uncle’s roof, keeping Earth safe from non-human realm jumpers. Rogan’s biggest issue concerns her uncle’s short leash with her freedom—that is of course, until she’s taken by a notorious witch, and her life begins to unravel. Soon, the supernatural beauty discovers there’s a reason her uncle kept such a tight lock on her whereabouts, and that she has more than angel blood running through her veins.
Eighteen-year-old Max is an angel, and Rogan’s mentor and guardian. He’s well aware of her tenacious inability to obey orders, though he also knows she’s a fierce fighter. When he’s involved in a scheme that ultimately gets Rogan kidnapped, he must battle his way back to her in an attempt to save her from the darkness threatening to possess her.
EXCERPT:
I’m breaking Castle’s rules. Do I care? Not really—not yet.
Rogan’s skin prickled as she snuck through the portal leading to the city, exhilarated to be patrolling on her own for once. She walked along the sidewalk on her way to Pink, a dance club for teenagers. Although, her choice in destination would not involve dancing or enjoying the hyperactive ambiance. No, she was primed and ready to release bottled-up steam threatening her peace of mind. Deviants would be mingling with humans, and she’d be there to put a stop to it.
Crisp autumn air stirred. Inhaling its musky scent, she noticed the lengthening shadows, and prayed to be home before she was missed. I’m seventeen, she thought with pride, a gatekeeper. At least, that was what she’d been training for.
Keeping her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary, she tossed her braided hair over her shoulder, catching a few heads turning to look at her. You’d think they’d never seen a girl wearing leather and boots before.
A pungent odor pressed in on her, which stopped her in her tracks. Up ahead, blocking the sidewalk, was a giant of a man. The fortuitous encounter took her by surprise, sending her creepster vibes off the charts. With her legs rooted in a rigid stance, she flexed her fingers. As if the giant had been awaiting her arrival, he approached in a blur of motion, whipping his knuckled fist and clipping her on the chin.
Grimacing, her eyes watered as blood pooled over her tongue. She spat a mouthful onto the sidewalk and moved her throbbing jaw from side to side.
She recognized the Vorg towering over her, jutting his demon chin at a superior angle. To humans, he looked like an unnatural hulk of a man, but Rogan saw past his artificial veneer.
“Had enough, sweetmeat?” His sandpapery voice rubbed her the wrong way.
“Screw you.” Fast as a snap, she jerked her elbow, smashing him in the jaw.


Author Bio:
Cathrina Constantine is the Best Selling author of Don't Forget To Breathe. Her book won Readers' Favorite International Book Award for 2015. New Apple Medalist for 2016. Literary Classics Gold Award. Literary Classics Seal of Approval. Her Paranormal Fantasy, Wickedly They Come has been awarded the 5 Star Seal from Reader's Favorite. Tallas from her dystopian series received Literary Classics Silver Award and Literary Classics Seal of Approval.
Cathrina resides in Western New York. I am blessed with a loving family and forever friends. My world revolves around them.
I grew up in the small village of Lancaster, NY, where I married my sweetheart. I'm devoted to raising 5 cherished children, and now my grandchildren.
I love to immerse myself in great books of every kind of genre, which helps me to write purely for entertainment, and hopefully to inspire readers. When not stationed at my computer you can find me in the woods taking long walks with my dog.




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Thursday, April 12, 2018

Crust No One Winnie Archer



Crust No One
A Bread Shop Mystery #2
by Winnie Archer
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Business is booming at Yeast of Eden. But with a deadly mystery taking over the seaside town of Santa Sofia, the Mexican bread shop can’t possibly leaven a killer’s appetite . . .
For once, Ivy Culpepper feels fulfilled. An apprenticeship at Yeast of Eden has opened her world to time-honored baking techniques under owner Olaya Solis’s guidance—as well as the freshest small-town gossip, courtesy of chatty regulars known as the Blackbird Ladies. Ivy even begins accepting that she and restaurateur Miguel Baptista may never again rekindle their romance—despite the undeniable tension between them . . .
But she’s tied to Miguel again when his trusted produce supplier goes missing. Old Hank Riviera’s financial troubles would make anyone consider running away forever. And with his relationship woes, there are plenty of people who might want to see Hank disappear. As Ivy, with the help of her octogenarian sidekick, turns to the loose-lipped Blackbird Ladies for leads, she soon finds herself caught in a web of lies stickier than a batch of Olaya’s popular pastries . . .


The indefatigable Winnie Archer is a middle school teacher by day and a writer by night. Born in a beach town in California, she now lives in an inspiring century-old house in North Texas and loves being surrounded by real-life history. She fantasizes about spending summers writing in quaint, cozy locales, has a love/hate relationship with both yoga and chocolate, adores pumpkin spice lattes, is devoted to her five kids and husband, and can’t believe she’s lucky enough to be living the life of her dreams.



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Imagine a room with ten people sitting at a table. One sentence is scrawled across a whiteboard hanging on the wall. A large clock is counting down. The people at the table are focused on the paper or whatever writing implement they have chosen. The minutes go by. The scribbling pen picks up speed. Fingers tapping on keyboards are consistent. The ending alarm chimes. Ten fresh storylines are born.
This is the Ten-Minute Writing Prompt. One simple statement or a piece of dialog igniting the creative flame for fiction writers. Take ten minutes of your day to stir the embers and keep the muse strong and alive.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Onyx Webb Q&A with Diandra Archer



Onyx Webb: Book One
by Diandra Archer
Genre: Paranormal Suspense

Who can she trust? What is the truth?

Every decision has consequences.

What you thought you knew about ghosts is wrong. Sometimes they can walk among the living. In Onyx Webb, the silk of time weaved between lives is generations apart.
Follow a billionaire playboy who’s hit rock bottom in 2010, a girl off to prom in 1979, and Onyx Webb in 1906 on her sixth birthday.
It’s 1906, and the World’s Fair is in St. Louis. Onyx has a list of things she wants to see, and the World’s Fair Ferris wheel is at the top. But someone else has a list, too. The woman with the grey hair wants to find another little girl to take home. And like the last child, she’ll start at the Ferris wheel.
You’ll love this superbly crafted paranormal thriller, because everyone likes twist, turns, and surprises. Onyx Webb will hook you from page one.


Onyx Webb: Book Two
The story continues. The entanglements grow. Who will survive?

Onyx is in danger. Her husband’s affair has him in a tight spot. And someone wants her dead. Will he kill his wife to save his skin? Koda is obsessed. Who is the girl in the mirror? He’s losing it, but his friend Dane has an idea. Will a psychic in Florida help them with answers? Or will it be a mistake?
Koda is obsessed. Who is the girl in the mirror? He’s losing it, but his friend Dane has an idea. Will a psychic in Florida help them with answers? Or will it be a mistake?
Declan Mulvaney and his best friend Tommy struggle to survive at the Open Arms Orphanage. A single act of defiance has them both in trouble. It won’t be easy to avoid the Nun’s wrath.
You’ll love the next installment of this fantastic series because the twist and turns keep coming.



Onyx Webb: Book Three 

Onyx’s new life isn’t what she expected. Will Koda recover from the tragedy? Decaln is succeeding but at a terrible cost.

Every decision has consequences.

The surprises continue in this third installment of the Onyx Webb series and you won’t believe how twisted the plot has become. It will grab you because of the surprises, but you’ll be hooked because of the unknown.
You’re in deep now. Keep going forward.
It’s the only way out.




Who is Diandra Archer?

Surprise! We are!

That’s right, you’ve discovered our secret.

We are Richard Fenton & Andrea Waltz and we are a married writing team based in Orlando Florida.

For years we have written and published non-fiction, business books. We have also written a few screenplays together. Onyx Webb is our first fictional book series.

We decided to go with the pen name Diandra Archer because it is a combination of both of our names. (This will come into play later on in the series if you don’t know it yet!)

So, you may be wondering…

Why would non-fiction business authors turn to fiction? While growing our speaking business, our side-hobby was writing screenplays. We’ve written several, even had an agent and spent some time in Hollywood.

But we love creating stories. That’s why all of our business books are fables – most even have a little supernatural twist! So one day, a couple years ago, walking around Lake Eola in Orlando, we started brainstorming what we’d like to write next together. We have spent hundreds if not thousands of hours talking about and crafting our characters and their stories. Thus, Onyx Webb and the series was born. It is by far the most arduous undertaking we’ve ever attempted and we look forward to sharing Onyx with the world.

Why such a massive project?
We knew we had a few stories we wanted to tell. Specifically the story of Koda Mulvaney started us off. Then we developed the character of Onyx. Then when we started thinking about the concept of a web we really began to develop all kinds of ways our characters were connected through time, place and relationship. Once that happened, it was impossible to separate characters and try to write just one story. We also noticed series’ were popular on Amazon so we figured even though it would take a while, we could release as a fairly long-running series of books.

What do you mean by the series being like ‘a supernatural soap opera?’
We’re visual writers having written screenplays for many years (none have been made as of yet!) So this almost became like writing a t.v. series except in book form. We see it in our minds as a series. We even refer to our chapters (when writing) as scenes. To us they are scenes as if you were watching Downton Abbey or Days of Our Lives. It’s like a soap opera with the idea you follow many different people and relationships. Readers get a little piece of each person’s story and then we move onto the next person’s story. And like a soap opera, we pick back up with the character again. Of course it’s supernatural because a few of our characters are ghosts! However, we are strictly into the ghost world and so readers will not be seeing vampires, werewolves, fairies or other creatures.

How do you work together?
We brainstorm about the characters and their stories. We use post it notes to figure out the timelines and major story lines. Then we take long walks discussing various ways we could actually write it out. To start Onyx Webb, we did that for well over a year. Finally when actual writing happens, Richard begins. Andrea gets the first draft to add and rework each episode and it’s usually quite a bit. We repeat that process three to four more times before sending to a couple of trusted readers for final feedback and changes and then later to the final copy-editor. Often we will write all the story lines (what we call ‘tracks’) and then it is not until the very end that we put them all together. We have a very easy relationship and agree on most everything in terms of what needs to happen in the books although ultimately whoever believes in something the strongest usually wins. But it helps that we are both in love with what we are creating.

Richard Fenton & Andrea Waltz are best known as the authors of Go for No! (which hit #1 on Amazon’s Sales & Selling list and has remained in the Top 10 for the last five years.) They are also professional speakers who speak internationally to audiences on how to overcome fear of failure and rejection.
Although all of their business books are fables, the Onyx Webb series is their first serious dive into fiction.
But Richard and Andrea have been in love with creating stories together since they met almost twenty years ago and even spent some time in Hollywood writing screenplays, being represented by the producer of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.



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