Posted by: Author | September 30, 2019

New Release! Common Elements Romance Novel

The paperback is out now and the e-book will release tomorrow.  Evil Wind Rising is a Common Elements Romance release- about 100 authors wrote works in various romance subgenres with the following five elements:  A character named Max; A thunderstorm; A stack of books; Lost keys; and a haunted (or reputed to be) house.

Mine is more of a thriller/horror than romance but I did toss in the romance, too.

Link for E-book  Link for paperback

Rumor has it the Rigby Mansion is haunted. The last owner was brutally murdered and now the house is on the market.Dr. Max Edison, a surgeon who has no time for such nonsense, wants to tour the manor as he wants a home outside the city. The firm listing the property sends him out with their newest employee, Stella McNamara, who is convinced the rumors are true. She has a sixth sense about these things….

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Posted by: Author | September 16, 2019

Tuesday Tales- September 17, 2019- Picture Prompt

Tuesday again!! Time for some words!  This week the authors of TT are writing to a photo prompt. We are limited to 300 words. I have 288. 🙂 I picked the baby bonnet.  Still working on the train story here. Slow as a snail…..

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“No, but you have to admit, it’s a little weird to have someone get on the train every day in a weird costume. It’s a bit early for Halloween.”

“Tell you what. I could use your help and will tell you all you want to know. Can we meet for lunch or coffee?”

I knew he’d paid me some odd compliments, but I was under no illusion this was a request for a date. I was also pretty leery about him. After all, what did I actually know about him other than his penchant to dress up and the fact I’d seen him get arrested. And that was the part that scared me most. “I don’t get a long lunch break where I work and I have to get the train home as soon as I am off.” That wasn’t actually the truth. Often, I would take time after work to go to the bookstore and take the later train home, but I wasn’t going to share that information with him.

“I saw a couple of empty seats close to the back of the next car. He turned and pointed. “See that woman holding the little girl with the knitted bonnet? The seats are right behind them. Maybe we can talk there.”

“What’s wrong with my normal car?”

“You’ll understand when I can talk without fear of being heard.”

I crossed my arms. “What about the lady with the baby? I’m sure she has ears under that beanie she has on. What if she hears?”

He shrugged. “She won’t matter.”

“But someone in that car I just left will?”

The man actually reached out and touched me lightly on the nose with his index finger. “Bingo. Smart girl.”

Posted by: Author | September 9, 2019

Tuesday Tales- Sept 10, 2019- Evil

It’s Tuesday Tales day again. I am still in my story set on the train. I’m moving very slowly in this as I am not feeling it.  I have picked up where I left off a few weeks ago. The word we are writing to is evil. It’s kind of how I feel about this story- it is kicking my rear.

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“What’s going on, Jane?” Martin asked. “Why are you standing there?”

“I was going to the restroom, but I see someone just went in. I guess I’ll sit back down and wait.”

“There’s another one at the other end of the car. Go use that one.”

What could I do? I couldn’t look like an idiot and insist on not going to one as opposed to the other. Resigned, I turned and trudged toward the one at the back of the car. Dang it, I needed to get a closer look at that guy. It was driving me crazy trying to figure out where I’d seen him before.

Once I was alone in the lavatory, I leaned on the sink and stared at myself. Think, think, think. What was familiar about that lumberjack? What was it?

Giving up, I flushed the toilet—just in case someone was standing outside—Weird quirk of mine.

I opened the door to step out and ran right into the lumberjack. Taking a step back, I looked him in the face. “You. It’s you.”

He winked. “I saw you giving me the stink eye and when you started toward me, I know you were headed to confront me, so I went into the area in front of the facilities.” He shook his head. “Imagine my chagrin when you went the other way.”

“What are you playing at?”

Shrugging, he grinned. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m not playing at anything. I am very seriously doing my job?”

“What kind of job causes you to ride trains in disguise? Something evil, I’m sure.” A thought popped in my head. “Are you a train robber?”

 

Posted by: Author | September 4, 2019

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Posted by: Author | August 21, 2019

Wordless Wednesday- Cover Reveal

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Posted by: Author | August 19, 2019

Tuesday Tales- Aug 20, 2019- Fall

This week, the Tuesday Tales writers are writing to the word fall.  I’ve picked up right where I left off the last time I was able to work on this story.
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Mentally debating what to do next, I watched the scenery go by outside. There was nothing new there, but it was somewhere to focus while I thought of a plan. Maybe everyone would ignore me while I had a chance to think,

No such luck. Anita tried to pull me into her conversation with Jonathan. “What do you think about the new fall television line up? Jonathan thinks that new reality show might be good. You know the one where the participants live on a cattle ranch and work the rodeo circuit?”

“I haven’t seen anything about it, but I’m not a big fan of reality TV.” I couldn’t believe they were talking about such nonsense when I was dying to know who that lumberjack is. I guess it’s not fair for me to think that way as they have no idea that I’m fretting inside, but couldn’t they keep it between themselves?

As soon as I saw the expression on Jonathan’s face, I realized I was being unkind. I smiled at him. “I know a lot of people enjoy those shows and I’m not judging you—they just aren’t for me.”

“I see,” he said and turned his body to block me from Anita. He continued to speak to her in a low voice.

Rebuffed, but left alone with my thoughts, I continued in my quest for an excuse to check out the lumberjack at the front of the car.

It dawned on me that I’m an idiot. As a rule, I always make sure I use the facilities at home before going to the station or at work before leaving as I once was locked in the lavatory on the train. It was an unpleasant experience to say the least. But, I could pretend to go, couldn’t I? There was nothing to stop me. No one would pay attention to how long I was gone. I could sashay by that guy and then turn around at the bathroom and come back. Easy come, easy go.

I stood to make my way down the aisle toward the front and, as soon as I took five steps, the lumberjack rose from his seat and went toward the lavatory himself. Dang it. I floundered there, looking like a red snapper on the dock. Now what?

Posted by: Author | August 15, 2019

Cover Reveal- Lily Luchesi

Here’s the cover for my friend, Lily Luchesi’s new book. I love it.

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Cover reveal for the penultimate book in the #1 bestselling Coven Series!

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Coming August 27th from USA Today bestselling author Lily Luchesi

Published by Vamptasy Publishing

Cover art by Rue Volley

PRE-ORDER ON KINDLE!

The dead hold the key to saving the King.

When the Coven King falls deathly ill, Harley must search through his history, and the history of everyone she once knew, in order to find the cure.

As a child, Salem Sinclair was never meant to amount to much, until he met a girl named Daphne Fraser. As Light as he was Dark, he fell in love at first sight and would do anything to please her, even if his love makes him a target.

But there is a Darkness growing, and Daphne is at the centre of the conflict. Salem must pick a side and do what is right to save the girl he loves.

Meanwhile, will Harley find out how to cure her father or will the Coven once again lose its leader?

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EXCERPT:

Once the parchment had soaked up all of the blood, it began to gather in the centre. Harley watched, with Caelum peering over her shoulder, as a word began to form in vivid red: “Apocynaceae.”

“Is … is it broken?” Caelum asked. “I don’t even think that’s a word.”

“It’s a family of plants. They’re known as dogsbane because they were once used to poison dogs,” Harley said. “But … if that’s the case, he should wake up in five minutes. The potion can cure any of the plants within that family.”

Unless you brewed it wrong, her mind taunted her. It did that sometimes, reminded her that she wasn’t as talented or special as others might make her believe. It was one of the many drawbacks of having depression and anxiety.

I brewed that potion perfectly, she said, trying to push the irrational part of her mind back. Something else is going on if he doesn’t wake.

She moved back and crossed her arms tightly around her middle, almost as if she was trying to subconsciously hug herself and get comfort. Caelum moved closer and put his arms around her, over her own. Harley revelled in his comfort, wishing that she didn’t need it so damn often. It had only been two days since they had taken down the organisation known as The Zoo. She had barely had a chance to breathe.

“Madam Maysa, what if…” She couldn’t say it.

“If it doesn’t work?” she asked. “Then we have to find out why. It could be something in his past, some abnormality within his physiology.”

“How the Hell am I supposed to do that?” Harley asked, forgetting her manners.

“There’s a way, but it’s complicated. Mrs. Donahue can show you,” Maysa said.

“And how long will it take? How long … how long does he have?” she asked. She could hear the desperate edge in her voice and hated it. She hated always being unable to control anything that happened in her life. Sure, she pretended to, but she was always a victim of fate, ever since she was conceived, and she despised it.

“Five hours, give or take, and this shouldn’t take that long,” the Medic replied. She checked her pocket watch. “You have three minutes. I will go and fetch her.”

It was obvious that the Medic did not believe that Salem would wake within three minutes any more than Harley did.

Five hours. Salem only had five hours to live. Harley’s stomach roiled and she could feel her fingertips going numb from fear and worry. If not for Caelum, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand.

“We’re going to figure this out,” Caelum said softly. “I promise, I’m not going to let you do this alone. We’ll save Salem, you’ll see.”

“How are you so bloody optimistic?” she asked, her voice barely a gasp as tears began to gather in her eyes.

“Because once upon a time, I lived through actual Hell. Optimism and sarcasm are the only defences I have,” he replied. He turned her around to face him and held her face in his hand. “I believe in you, Princess. You can save him.”

The three minutes ticked by, and there was no change in Salem. He was still sweating, feverish, and wheezing. Mrs. Donahue entered the sickroom then, looking a bit more put together than she had when she’d initially gotten Harley. She carried a long white candle with peculiar markings along the side.

“Oh dear,” she muttered, looking at Salem as he lay there. Donahue was in her eighties, she had been Salem and Caelum’s teacher when they were children. “Madam Maysa told me you needed to see into the past, to see why he can’t be cured by the potion?”

Harley nodded.

“Then come with me. Both of you. But first you need something of his. A lock of hair will do,” she said.

Harley turned toward her father and stepped up to his pillow. “Praetrunco,” she cast, and a lock of shiny ebony hair was severed into the palm of her hand.

That done, the two of them followed Donahue down the castle stairs and into the courtyard. Harley noticed that the party had broken up, her brother and his friends were nowhere to be seen.

Harley wasn’t a person who asked a lot of questions. She found that, more often than not, when you stayed silent, you got the answers you wanted without ever having to say a word aloud.

As Donahue led them across the grounds, Harley saw where she was taking them: the Watchtower. The Watchtower was built before the magicians had made this their Coven, and was used during the First, Second, and Third Clan Wars to signal for help or exchange information with undercover magicians.

It was also, apparently, haunted.

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Lily Luchesi is the USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of the Paranormal Detectives Series, published by Vamptasy Publishing. She also has short stories included in multiple bestselling anthologies, and a successful dark erotica retelling of Dracula.

Her Coven Series has successfully topped Amazon’s Hot New Releases list consecutively.

She is also the editor, curator and contributing author of Vamptasy Publishing’s Damsels of Distress anthology, which celebrates strong female characters in horror and paranormal fiction.

She was born and raised in in Chicago, Illinois, and now resides in Arizona. Ever since she was a toddler her mother noticed her tendency for being interested in all things “dark”. At two she became infatuated with vampires and ghosts, and that infatuation turned into a lifestyle. She is also an out member of the LGBT+ community. When she’s not writing, she’s going to rock concerts, getting tattooed, watching the CW, or reading manga. And drinking copious amounts of coffee.

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Posted by: Author | August 14, 2019

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