Monday, October 31, 2016

A Criminal Magic by Lee Kelly

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A Criminal Magic
Lee Kelly
Publication date: February 2nd 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Historical, Young Adult
THE NIGHT CIRCUS meets THE PEAKY BLINDERS in Lee Kelly’s new crossover fantasy novel.
Magic is powerful, dangerous and addictive – and after passage of the 18th Amendment, it is finally illegal.
It’s 1926 in Washington, DC, and while Anti-Sorcery activists have achieved the Prohibition of sorcery, the city’s magic underworld is booming. Sorcerers cast illusions to aid mobsters’ crime sprees. Smugglers funnel magic contraband in from overseas. Gangs have established secret performance venues where patrons can lose themselves in magic, and take a mind-bending, intoxicating elixir known as the sorcerer’s shine.
Joan Kendrick, a young sorcerer from Norfolk County, Virginia accepts an offer to work for DC’s most notorious crime syndicate, the Shaw Gang, when her family’s home is repossessed. Alex Danfrey, a first-year Federal Prohibition Unit trainee with a complicated past and talents of his own, becomes tapped to go undercover and infiltrate the Shaws.
Through different paths, Joan and Alex tread deep into the violent, dangerous world of criminal magic – and when their paths cross at the Shaws’ performance venue, despite their orders, and despite themselves, Joan and Alex become enchanted with one another. But when gang alliances begin to shift, the two sorcerers are forced to question their ultimate allegiances and motivations. And soon, Joan and Alex find themselves pitted against each other in a treacherous, heady game of cat-and-mouse.
A CRIMINAL MAGIC casts a spell of magic, high stakes and intrigue against the backdrop of a very different Roaring Twenties.


Author Bio:
Lee Kelly has wanted to write since she was old enough to hold a pencil, but it wasn’t until she began studying for the California Bar Exam that she conveniently started putting pen to paper. An entertainment lawyer by trade, Lee has practiced law in Los Angeles and New York. She lives with her husband and children in Millburn, New Jersey, though after a decade in Manhattan, she can’t help but still call herself a New Yorker. She is the author of A Criminal Magic and City of Savages. Visit her at www.NewWriteCity.com.

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A Criminal Magic by Lee Kelly
Book Review
by Kathy Finfrock
Author House of Redemption

I'll start with the simple statement that I could not put this light thriller down. To have the gift of true magic could be empowering and an excellent asset, but it could also be a huge liability as the list of people trying to use and abuse you would be never ending. Especially those who would enslave you by threatening what you find most valuable. This brings us the foundation of Joan's story.  I found the character development to be strong as Joan, who locked her magic away, reopens it and discovers her inner strength and how strong she really can be.  She doesn't do it alone. I liked the teamwork with the other characters and the bonds they develop.  I even liked the bad guys. The settings are descriptive and I felt like I was there with them. The story plot moves along at a fair speed with plenty of twists in a duo perspective.  It has a pulp fiction feel, but that may be due to the time era set in 1926.

All in all, I enjoyed A Criminal Magic. I am still thinking of the characters long after the story has ended. This is a stand alone book, but it is possible for a sequel to happen.

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

Suds slipped out of the dishwasher.



Blackstone Resorts is a southern plantation built in the 1800's by the Reverend Charles Blackstone. It only opens its door to guests once every eight years. Guests soon discover they had walked into a Venus flytrap with no escape unless they repent their evil ways to the Reverend's satisfaction. The tradition continues two centuries later as eight unsuspecting guests arrive. Each residentt has his or her own reason for needing a quick escape from the outside world. Tension mounts quickly as they come face to face with their worst nightmare. Will they repent their evil ways or remain at Blackstone for the rest of their lives?
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Kathy Finfrock is a lifetime California resident. She spends her day delighting others with enchanting tales of large houses and the secrets that hide behind the closed doors. And of course, you can always find me here as I'm the host of TheAtticGhost.com

Follow on Twitter @Abigail_Fin or Instagram at kathy_finfrock



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Sunday, October 30, 2016

Wear White to Your Funeral by Lisa Acerbo

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Wear White to Your Funeral
Lisa Acerbo
Publication date: October 28th 2016
Genres: Mystery, Romance, Young Adult
Rory is your average high school senior. Or she was, until her mother banishes her to hell, also known as Trumbull, Connecticut. The small suburb with only a mall and movie theater, sure feels like the netherworld until Rory’s first day at her new school. That’s the day she meets Bowen, who begs her to join him on a class project. But when Bowen drags her to a graveyard after dark for research purposes, Rory wants to fly back home to Atlanta, or at least return to her aunt’s house unharmed and unmolested.
Nothing could go wrong, right? They talk, they laugh, and they wander among the tombstones looking for information on the local ghostly legend known as the White Lady. Then they have to run, but they cannot outrun a ghost. In addition to the ghostly woman, a half buried dead body leads Rory and Bowen into a deadly game of cat and mouse, but who is the killer? Is it human or something long dead and otherworldly?
The police are of little help, Rory’s aunt just wants her to remain safe, and Bowen, who she can’t stay away from, keeps finding ways to get her into more trouble than she has ever known. Whether breaking into a suspected killer’s house, being followed by a menacing ghost, or being stalked at school, Rory hopes finding the killer will put an end to the supernatural haunting. Before Rory can discover the identity of the killer, she is drawn into the mystery of the White Lady, which opens the door for some very real danger.
EXCERPT:
Rory tried to pay attention until she heard a husky whisper.
“Hey, new girl.” Rory turned toward the low voice. The boy with piercing blue eyes stared at her. “I’m Bowen.”
“I caught that,” she whispered back.
“Want to work together on the assignment?”
“Is it a group project?” Rory was confused by the offer.
“It is if you want it to be. Watch and learn. But first, say ‘yes.’”
He was definitely bad-boy cute. Rory giggled. “Yes.” Maybe school wouldn’t be as horrible as she imagined. She felt optimistic for the first time that day.
“Mrs. Miller?” Bowen interrupted.
“Yes, Bowen.” Miller sounded slightly irritated, but not really. It was like she already knew what Bowen planned to ask.
“The new girl.” He looked at Rory expectantly.
“Rory.” She filled in her name for him.
“I think Rory needs help with the assignment, being new here and all,” Bowen said.
“Do you now?” Mrs. Miller looked at him over the top of her librarian glasses, not believing for a minute his intentions were pure. “Why would you say that? I’m sure she is a capable young lady.”
“You do have extremely high expectations,” Bowen replied, causing twitters of laughter to erupt from around the class. “And she has not been exposed to the inverted pyramid.”
Rory had no idea what that was, so maybe she did need Bowen’s help.
“So true. So true. You are a wise man Bowen Hesse. I believe it’s a good idea you pair up with Rory and demonstrate those high expectations.”
“Every time, Mrs. Miller.”
Mrs. Miller made a noise that did not sound at all teacher-like. “I expect a higher word count if you two are pairing up.”
“Really?” He smiled at Rory and she noticed a slightly crooked tooth in an otherwise perfect smile.
“Yes, really.” The teacher said through her own smile. He shrugged. “You got it. One hundred words at least.”
The class chortled in unison.
“You’re a jokester, Bowen. Class,” she addressed everyone now, “the minimum word count for this assignment is 750. Bowen, for you and Rory, it should be 1000 words.”
His blue eyes widened. Groans quickly replaced the recent giggles that had echoed through the room.
Class resumed, and Rory heard ideas for articles ranging from pumpkin carving to the best Halloween candy. With less than twenty minutes before the bell would ring, the class divided into groups based on the section of the newspaper or yearbook they wanted to write for. She was the exception. Rory watched as Bowen pulled his desk over to her. He stood two or three inches taller than her in his University of Connecticut basketball t-shirt and faded jeans.
“So you up for writing about the White Lady?”
“You don’t want to brainstorm other topics?” Rory was disappointed. She knew nothing of the local legend and hoped to do an article on something she had some background knowledge about.
“We can, but I have a great idea for a story on the ghost.”
“Really?” Rory didn’t want to lose the chance to work with Bowen and make a friend. “In that case, sure, but I don’t really know anything about her, being from the South.”
“Where from?”
The broken record began to play. “Atlanta.”
“I want to know more. I’d like to go South one day.”
“For college?”
Bowen gave a non-committal shrug. His shirt climbed up his shoulder. The last words of his tattoo peeking out of the sleeve.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Why?” Rory asked quietly.
“I can give you a crash course on the White Lady.” He ran a hand through his short, spiky hair. Disheveled, he looked slightly dangerous but even more attractive.
“Really?” Rory didn’t know where Bowen’s interest stemmed from. Back in Atlanta men like him would have left her — the bookworm, Honor Society, AP classes kind of student — alone, very alone.
“Sure.” He gave her a devilish wink.
Her heart stuttered. Her words followed. “Weellll, I have to have dinner with my aunt, but after that, I’m sure it will be okay.” She took a calming breath.
“Excellent.” A smile formed on Bowen’s lips. “That’ll be perfect. It will be dark when we go to the graveyard.”


Author Bio:
Lisa Acerbo is a high school teacher and holds an EdD in Educational Leadership. She lives in Connecticut with her husband, daughters, three cats, and horse. She is the author of Apocalipstick and has contributed to local newspapers, news and travel blogs including The Patch and Hollywood Scriptwriter.

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Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

Are the kids asleep?



Blackstone Resorts is a southern plantation built in the 1800's by the Reverend Charles Blackstone. It only opens its door to guests once every eight years. Guests soon discover they had walked into a Venus flytrap with no escape unless they repent their evil ways to the Reverend's satisfaction. The tradition continues two centuries later as eight unsuspecting guests arrive. Each residentt has his or her own reason for needing a quick escape from the outside world. Tension mounts quickly as they come face to face with their worst nightmare. Will they repent their evil ways or remain at Blackstone for the rest of their lives?
Available at 



Kathy Finfrock is a lifetime California resident. She spends her day delighting others with enchanting tales of large houses and the secrets that hide behind the closed doors. And of course, you can always find me here as I'm the host of TheAtticGhost.com

Follow on Twitter @Abigail_Fin or Instagram at kathy_finfrock



Saturday, October 29, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The fly dipped over her plate.



Blackstone Resorts is a southern plantation built in the 1800's by the Reverend Charles Blackstone. It only opens its door to guests once every eight years. Guests soon discover they had walked into a Venus flytrap with no escape unless they repent their evil ways to the Reverend's satisfaction. The tradition continues two centuries later as eight unsuspecting guests arrive. Each residentt has his or her own reason for needing a quick escape from the outside world. Tension mounts quickly as they come face to face with their worst nightmare. Will they repent their evil ways or remain at Blackstone for the rest of their lives?
Available at 



Kathy Finfrock is a lifetime California resident. She spends her day delighting others with enchanting tales of large houses and the secrets that hide behind the closed doors. And of course, you can always find me here as I'm the host of TheAtticGhost.com

Follow on Twitter @Abigail_Fin or Instagram at kathy_finfrock




Friday, October 28, 2016

Spells & Sorcery by S. Usher Evans


Spells and Sorcery
S. Usher Evans
(Lexie Carrigan Chronicles, #1)
Publication date: October 4th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
You have magic.
One sentence, three words, four syllables. Enough to change my life forever. And I’m not talking about the whole spells and sorcery thing.
Lexie Carrigan thought the weirdest thing about her was she preferred watching documentaries and reading the newspaper to reality TV and Twitter. But on the eve of her fifteenth birthday, her aunt and sisters drop a bomb–she’s magical.
Now the girl who never made waves is blowing up her nightstand and trying to keep from wreaking havoc on her school. When a kind stranger shows up with all the answers, Lexie hopes he’ll be able to help her control her newfound powers. But Gavon may not be as kind as he seems, and soon Lexie finds out that being magical is the least weird thing about her.
Spells and Sorcery is the first YA fantasy from S. Usher Evans, author of the Razia series, the Madion War Trilogy and Empath.


Author Bio:
S. Usher Evans is an author, blogger, and witty banter aficionado. Born in Pensacola, Florida, she left the sleepy town behind for the fast-paced world of Washington, D.C.. There, she somehow landed jobs with BBC, Discovery Channel, and National Geographic Television before finally settling into a “real job” as an IT consultant. After a quarter life crisis at age 27, she decided consulting was for the birds and rekindled a childhood passion for writing novels. She sold everything she owned and moved back to Pensacola, where she currently resides with her two dogs, Zoe and Mr. Biscuit.
Evans is the author of the Razia series, Madion War Trilogy, and Empath, published by Sun’s Golden Ray Publishing.

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Spells and Sorcery Book Review



Spells and Sorcery by S. Usher Evans
Genre: Teen / Fantasy
Publisher : Sun's Golden Ray Publishing, LLC (October 4, 2016)

Lexie Carrigan lives with her two sisters and her aunt. She thinks she is living a pretty normal life. Nothing exciting going on. School and sibling rivalry pretty much sums it up until the eve of her 15th birthday. This is when she learns that she is magical. Her whole family is magical. The conflict arises when the family expects her to accept this new tidbit of information and continue on as if nothing has changed. She receives no guidance and no instruction on how to control the purple electrical streams popping out of her fingertips. What could possibly go wrong? 

I found this story to be a good read. The story flows well as we are introduced to the characters and the inter-personal conflicts. It was nice to read about a teenager who wasn't boy-crazy, whining, or guilt-ridden. Her anger and/or frustrations were justified. I liked how you don't really know who is really the antagonist. Is it the man she meets in the park or is it the grandmother she has never met and why is everyone so afraid of her? 

With magic set aside, I found the family relationships realistic. Having finished the book, I'm looking forward to the next one. I'm curious as to where the characters will go from here and whether they will grow or wither. 

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The book was covered in a soft leather skin.





Boom Town by Kayleen West
He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


Available at Amazon

About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

Follow this author on Twitter @kayb3an or Facebook  Author webpage: WineandWest.com

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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

A sharp dagger pain ran through my shoulder.





Boom Town by Kayleen West
He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


Available at Amazon

About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

Follow this author on Twitter @kayb3an or Facebook  Author webpage: WineandWest.com

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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The aquarium was filled with sea snakes.





Boom Town by Kayleen West
He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


Available at Amazon

About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

Follow this author on Twitter @kayb3an or Facebook  Author webpage: WineandWest.com

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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Cursed Frames by Serena Kearney

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Cursed Frames
Serena Kearney
(Scarred Bullet #2)
Publication date: October 21st 2016
Genres: Action, New Adult, Romance
He’s been there to help through it all.
Every touch, every sound, and every breath.
I was starting to get better. I was starting to live again the way a normal girl should. That is until we graduated college and life got in the way.
I didn’t think I would see Dem Dabbs again, at least I hoped I would soon, because now I’m falling back. I’m back into my habits. I don’t think I’m strong enough, but somehow, I have.
I’m living on autopilot… until I get that hope back.
I can see him.
Will it be the same? Will we pick up where we left off?
Will his touch bring me back to normal?
Or does he need me more than I need him?

Excerpt

I waved back and almost tripped on something. I looked down and saw my red sneakers had a lace untied. Luckily, I didn’t trip at the finish line, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had. “Shoe lace!” I pointed down as I bent. When I got up, I don’t know what happened or how, but the roar of an engine made me stop.
WILLA!” Dem screamed.
I looked up and saw Dem and Bullet racing to me, along with all the others, panicked looks on their faces. They were all full on arms swinging and legs running like their life depended on it.
Is someone chasing them?
The roar got louder, and when I looked to the right, a black tinted car was speeding toward me. You know when you meet a deer in the road and it just stares at you and you’re honking for it to get out of the way, but it doesn’t move? Yeah, that was me.
I was frozen. The air around me felt still and everything was blurred except for that one car. The sounds were so faint, but I knew what was going to happen. It was too late; its hood right in front of me, and its speed was way too fast for a parking lot.

“Willa!” His voice got me back to reality, and when I got the feeling to move, something rammed into me and my body fell hard on the ground.
Sequel to:
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Author Bio:
I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it's hasn't stopped since.
One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.
So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.
My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.
I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I'm trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.
And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.

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Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The weight lifted off my shoulders as the venom coursed through my veins.





Boom Town by Kayleen West
He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


Available at Amazon

About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

Follow this author on Twitter @kayb3an or Facebook  Author webpage: WineandWest.com

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Monday, October 24, 2016

Silencing The Seam by Kathleen Groger

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Silencing The Seam
Kathleen Groger
(Seam Stalkers, #2)
Publication date: October 18th 2016
Genres: Horror, Paranormal, Young Adult
Sixteen-year-old Sam Drake thought she’d left the horrors of spring break and Defiance Castle behind her. But back home, the spirits swirling around her are more demanding, more aggressive.
Fear of being institutionalized by her skeptical mother drives Sam to follow her dad to New Orleans. There she hopes to take back control of her life. But the French Quarter and the cities of the dead have other plans. Hour by hour they drain her, making it next to impossible to fight off a ghost who is determined to use her for its own revenge.
Ensnared in an ancient power struggle where Voodoo rituals, betrayal, and murder rule, Sam must determine who to trust. One step in the wrong direction will lock her inside the Seam to walk among the dead for eternity.
Sequel to:
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Author Bio:
Kathleen wrote her first story in elementary school about a pegasus named Sir Lancelot. It had no plot or conflict, but it sparked a dream. After serving a fifteen-year sentence in retail management, the bulk in big box bookstores, she turned her love of reading into a full-time career writing dark and haunting characters and stories. She writes paranormal, fantasy, suspense, horror YA books. She is a contributing member of READerlicious, writers who love readers. Check out her blogs here.
She lives by the mantra that a day is not complete without tea. Lots of tea. Kathleen lives in Ohio with her husband, two boys, and two attention-demanding dogs. When not writing or editing or revising, you can find her reading, cooking, spending time with her family, or photographing abandoned buildings.

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Silencing the Seam Book Review




Silencing the Seam by Kathleen Groger
Genre:Young Adult, Paranormal, Fantasy, Ghost
Publisher: Leaf and Thorn Press, October, 2016 211 pages

Available at Amazon.

Silencing the Seam is the second book of the Seam series. I have not read the first book Shattering the Seam. I just popped into the middle because that's how I roll. I was in the mood for a ghost story, but didn't want something that would terrify me. Although, I did have a couple of spooky moments after effect.
The story picks up with our protagonist Sam trying to adjust to her new found ability of being a medium. She inherited this power from her recently deceased grandmother. Her own mother thinks Sam is suffering from schizophrenia and is as crazy as her grandmother was. Along with trying to block out the dead from talking to her, Sam is constantly under the threat of being locked up in a padded room. She thinks she is escaping her mom's wrath by going to New Orleans with her father. Unfortunately, ghosts aren't the only danger she faces in New Orleans.
There is sufficient unwarranted guilt and a bit of whining cause that is what teenagers do. I like that this author did not give us pages of filler with Sam whining. The romance is low-key and quite realistic.
I like that Silencing the Seam is a stand alone book. There is enough back story weaved in a natural way that covers what happened before in Shattering the Seam. Enough so that I definitely want to read how this all began. The plot moves at a fair speed and the climax is a bit spectacular. The story has an ending and I'm sure there will be a book three. I would like to see where Sam's story goes from here. I want to know if the damage done can be healed.

I liked this story. At the end, I had to take a few moments to reflect and recover from the loss. Not to mention knowing I have a while to wait for book three.


Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

You believed in me and then you didn't.




Boom Town by Kayleen West
He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


Available at Amazon

About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

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Sunday, October 23, 2016

The Reaping by Shirley Anne Edwards


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The Reaping
Shirley Anne Edwards
Publication date: October 23rd 2016
Genres: Horror, Young Adult
The quaint village where Adela Jane lives is surrounded by fear. At night, a centuries old green mist covers the land and controls the animals within the forest. Lately, Adela feels someone or something is following her every move. Unbeknownst to her, the mist waits for the perfect moment to make her his. Adela feels trapped by her small town life and burdened by her love she keeps hidden for her best friend’s older brother, Nathan Alexander. But all that changes on her eighteenth birthday when Nathan admits his love and desire to marry her. Adela’s joy is cut short when the mist kidnaps her and takes her to his secret underground lair. Her nightmare has only just begun when the mist makes Adela his bride.
What of the Jabberwocky fell in love with Alice from Lewis Caroll’s Through the Looking Glass? That’s the question tackled in The Reaping. A Young Adult with an atmospheric Gothic feel, and elements from such classic novels, as Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera and John Fowles’ The Collector.
EXCERPT:
I lay curled in a ball on the side of the pool as I woke from an apparent slumber. After taking some deep breaths and pushing my hair away from my face, I stood, cringing when my right calf cramped along with my stiff neck and arms. Limping over to a chair, I sat, doubled over, wishing the pain to stop. The clock on the wall pointed to the number six. Three hours had passed?
The urge to use the privy became very important. I prowled the large room, searching for such a place. But I couldn’t locate one and limped back up the stairs to the bedroom, hoping to find one there.
I found an empty room in a corner next to the crate full of beautiful clothes. Inside, a porcelain bucket lay in the corner. After I finished, I then sat on the bed. More questions ran through my head.
Who would empty the bowl of waste and why was the table set with all that food? Where did all these things come from?
I laid my head on my knees while despair and anguish coursed through my entire body. Tears fell from my eyes and landed on my lips and chin.
If only Nathan Alexander was here to hold me and tell me everything would be all right.
But he wasn’t here, and it was my fault. Why didn’t I let him come with me to close my house?
My eyes closed as I remember our kisses near the lake and how wonderful it felt to be in his arms, where his whispered words of love and promises made me feel safe and protected….
The wind let out a muffled howl, and the slight dank smell rising from the stone floor met my nose. Goose bumps rose on my arms as I stood and paced the room. The place near the bed where I had been sick had dried, but it still smelled awful. Considering my current mood, it would remain a soiled stain.
Stomping down the stairs, I crumpled in a chair. Loneliness and fright crept up until I wanted to hide in a corner and rock and cry. My nose dripped, and tears trickled down my cheeks. Then something very strange happened. The owl clock let out a ding, and the howling wind stopped.
From one of the other tunnels leading to the unknown, a green haze poured out and made its way down the cavern stairs. Panicked, I jumped out of the chair and rushed back up the stairs to the bedroom. This stream of murk followed behind as I dashed to the crate to hide behind it.
The mist slinked across the room and stopped in the center, drifting back and forth, not coming any closer to where I stood. It had transformed into a strange, whirling circle. But it didn’t flood the entire room, remaining in that shaky sphere that turned toward the unmade bed and then back to me.
Trembling, I held back a whimper when the mist floated over the bed and toward me. Backing up toward the crate, I closed my eyes and prayed as a cold burst of air met my skin.
A voice spoke in my head.
“Why do you hide?”
My eyes opened, and I hit the wall. The mist floated right near my face as if to study me. The voice spoke again. This time it sounded deeper and hushed.
“Do not be afraid. Why are you frightened?”
It finally dawned on me—the strange and hollow-sounding voice came from the mist itself.
“I-I….”
The mist turned away and hovered near the corner where the privy bowl sat. While its attention was diverted, I ran out and down the stairs to hide in one of the dark caverns. Nearing the two stone dog statues, the mist blocked my path. With a startled yelp, I backed away toward the long table. It followed, and I darted around until the table separated us. Again, it molded itself into a ghostlier form and watched me.
One of its phantom limbs reached out and picked up the pitcher from the table. It floated in the air as the mist poured red liquid in a clear wine glass. It then grabbed a few slices of bread and fruit and placed them on a plate. I watched, captivated, uncertain what it would do next. There was no other place to run except back up the stairs or through the waterfall.
“Sit,” it said in a gentle whisper in my mind.
I shook my head.
It stared at me with those nonexistent eyes and pulled out a chair, letting the wood scrape on the rock floor.
“Sit here.” Its deadly tone frightened me, and I backed away.
The mist rocked back and forth for several seconds.
“You will sit. If not….” The unspoken words tore through me as the mist glided over. Repulsed by the thought of it touching any part of my body, I scurried to a chair and sat down.
It backed away, but not before it drifted next to my head and lifted a piece of my tangled hair. I clenched my fists in my lap and waited for it to release it. A moan echoed in my head, and my hair fell down my back. It then pulled out a chair and floated over it.
The cramp in my leg came back, and I winced, trying to rub the ache away. But I feared making any quick movements.
“Are you in pain?” it asked in a concerned voice.
I stared ahead, refusing to respond.
It waited a few beats for an answer and let out a sigh when I didn’t. The mist settled in the chair, which should have been funny, but, under the present circumstances, I found no humor in it. It pushed the plate full of food toward me, including the glass. “Eat.”
I viewed the plate and then back at the mist.
“Um. I….” I had no idea what to say.
The mist wavered, unable to stay still. Even though it didn’t have eyes, it stared at me. I shifted in my seat, clasping my hands tightly on my lap.
It exhaled, picking up a piece of dark-brown bread and holding it up in the air. It moved the bread in a circle.
“You will eat, or I will make you,” it said in a blunt, do-not-even-think-of-disobeying-me type of voice.
I had run out of options. Instead of taking the piece of bread it offered, I picked up a few grapes, some cubes of cheese, and chewed small morsels slowly, blinking away tears.
The mist remained silent. My mouth trembled as I continued chewing. After I swallowed, my confidence grew, but before I could say a word, it moved behind my chair and off to the side. A squeal left my mouth when music filled the room. I dropped whatever was in my hands and placed them over my mouth and closed my eyes, sitting motionless until my heartbeat returned to normal.
Its presence hovered near. Hearing the clatter of a dish, I opened my eyes to see my plate gone. My untouched glass remained.
“Drink.”
Sick of being ordered around, I slapped the arm of the chair.
“Eat, drink. What does it matter to you, or whatever you are, whether I eat or drink? What right do you have to bring me here? I want to go home!” I fumed, not caring if the mist became enraged.
“Can’t,” it said in a harsh whisper.
“Why?” I longed to pour my glass full of liquid over this wretched thing causing me such anguish.
The mist turned toward me. “Because I love you.”

Author Bio:
Shirley Anne Edwards is a Northeast girl who first found her love for books when she read Nancy Drew’s The Secret of the Old Clock Tower at thirteen. Shirley found her love for writing at a very young age, and since then has let her imagination run wild by creating quirky characters and vast worlds in her head.
Shirley lives in New Jersey and works in the entertainment industry in New York City.
In the immortal words of Mark Twain: “Life is short, Break the Rules. Forgive quickly, Kiss SLOWLY. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably and never regret ANYTHING That makes you smile.”

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Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

Footsteps padded down the hallway.




Boom Town by Kayleen West
He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


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About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

Follow this author on Twitter @kayb3an or Facebook  Author webpage: WineandWest.com

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Saturday, October 22, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

If I wanted Pepsi, I would have asked for Pepsi.





Boom Town by Kayleen West
He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


Available at Amazon

About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

Follow this author on Twitter @kayb3an or Facebook  Author webpage: WineandWest.com

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Boom Town by Kayleen West


Boom Town by Kayleen West

He was sexy, I'll admit it, all lean, corded muscle, covered in glistening sweat and tattoo ink, the very poster boy for everything my father would hate, and my eyes ate up every inch of him.
Then he went and ruined a four-hundred dollar dress. That's not something I'm going to forgive and forget.
That's where it all started, an illegal fight in the desert, too much to drink, and then my father's idea of consequences.
I got myself in trouble. That was me, but my father pulled strings to make it so much worse. I wound up with community service, working under the direction of a certain bad boy fighter, who just so happens to have a heart of gold. Who knew? I was supposed to learn a lesson, and I probably did, but I also fell hopelessly stupid in love.
Jokes on you, dad!
There's just one problem.
There's no way in h*ll my father will let me have the last laugh, or let his daughter love a man from the wrong side of the tracks. He'll do anything to break us up.


Available at Amazon

About this Author:
Kayleen West lives with her husband and two boys on a small farm in Southern Oregon. When not writing, or tackling endless farm chores, she enjoys traveling, good food, a tall glass of wine, or something hoppy, and Winter evenings with a good book and a warm quilt. She also has a tendency to grin for days at positive reader reviews.

Follow this author on Twitter @kayb3an or Facebook  Author webpage: WineandWest.com

Friday, October 21, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The phone in my pocket sounded a dull ding.





Book 2 of the Asante series. Every Exile longs for their homeland. Even the Wandering Princess of the Swords! After two years, Demorn has escaped the doomed Grave Dimension with her friend and fellow gun-slinger, Alex. They are fleeing the clutches of an evil Elder God as a reality virus tears the dimension apart behind them. 
Two years is a long time for an Innocent. The Tyrant rules a burning city. Her city. Her beloved Babelzon. Escaping the Grave may have been no escape at all... Poisoned by a death god, every desperate deal Demorn has ever made will be called to account as she fights to save the Innocents from the depths of the Repeater Mall and the traps of ancient enemies.
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A lover of fantasy and science fiction, comics and classic movies, David's life has been drenched in pop culture and storytelling. From the moment David read a Grant Morrison comic at a lonely tennis court as a teen, there was no option but to weave stories of action and reality bending adventure. Everything from Conan the Barbarian tales to Julian May's classic time travel adventure series "Saga of the Exiles" through to PD James murder mystery books have been a powerful influence. 
As a writer, David seeks that sweet spot between fast moving action and character moments inside a vibrant fantasy world.  Follow on Twitter @redlantern2051



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