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BLOG TOUR – Stripped Bare

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Just when everything seems about perfect, someone leaves the barn door open and all hell breaks loose. At least, that’s what it feels like for Kate Fox. Born and raised in the Nebraska Sandhills, smack in the middle of eight interfering and boisterous siblings, related to everyone in the county by one degree of separation or less, Kate’s managed to create her perfect life. A shattering phone call hits Kate like a January blizzard. A local rancher is murdered and her husband, the sheriff, is shot. When her husband is suspected of the murder, Kate vows to find the killer.
Curious about the rugged home of Kate Fox? Check out Connealy Angus Ranch and don’t forget to explore Baker’s Nora Abbott Mysteries.



What initially got you interested in writing?

I wasn’t one of those people who always knew I wanted to be a writer. I wrote a poem in grade school that won an award and when my older sister found out, she set me down and explained that she was the writer of the family. A college professor told me I had a facility for the language and out to think about being a writer. But I thought I’d have a fine career in business.


It didn’t turn out that way. I ended up marrying a rancher in the isolated Nebraska Sandhills. To stay sane, I started writing and then, I couldn’t quit.


How did you decide to make the move into becoming a published author?

I wrote my first book with the idea that I had always been a big reader, I could certainly write. Ha! I finished that book but even I could see how awful it was. I  discovered Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers in Denver, and started attending their yearly conference. That’s where I learned to write and decided to try to get good enough to be published.


What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

First and always, I want readers to do that magical thing–like when space ships in Star Wars go into warp speed–where they are transported into the world of the story. Reading novels has made me so happy and I’d love to give that to readers.


What do you find most rewarding about writing?

Like yoga or long distance running, I love having done it. For me, writing is like solving this big puzzle. You start out with all these ideas and you need to figure out how to fit them all together and add more stuff to come up with a story that moves along and hangs together. While I’m going through it, I can get frustrated. I stomp around declaring that I’m not smart enough. But, so far, if I bash my brain long enough, it all sifts into place and it feels like magic. So, yeah, that’s pretty rewarding.


What do you find most challenging about writing?

I think it’s exactly what is the most rewarding. Beating the plot into submission is really hard. *whine, whine, wine *


What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?

The big two that Stephen King recommends: write every day and read all the time. I’d also add to keep learning. I learned how to write from going to conferences. And also, one I wish I’d have told my younger self—be gentle with yourself. Writing is a long game. Hardly anyone gets there immediately. It takes lots of words, lots of effort, endless education. Keep working but don’t expect immediate success.


Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?

Just ask my kids, I’m one of the most boring people you’ll find. I love the outdoors, so I spend a lot of time hiking, swimming, cycling, camping, kayaking, and scuba. The other topic I can glaze  a listener’s eyes with is my Weimaraner. Jezebel is just over a year old and if you ask, I’ll tell you how adorable she is… and won’t stop.


What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?


You can contact me through my website:

I am the worst Twitterer ever, but my handle there is: sbakerwriter

Facebook: Shannon.Baker2


Shannon Baker writes the upcoming Kate Fox mystery series. Stripped Bare (Sept. 6, 2016; Forge Books) features a sheriff in rural Nebraska and has been called “Longmire meets The Good Wife.”


A fun, adventurous read, Baker’s novel has been compared to well know character series from aforementioned Craig Johnson’s Longmire to Linda Castillo’s Kate Burkholder and the Joe Pickett series by  C.J. Box. Kate is determined, smart and funny and one thing’s for certain – mystery readers who are fans of character-driven stories in a western setting will love the landscape brought to life in the Nebraska Sandhills.


Baker also writes the Nora Abbott Mysteries, a fast-paced mix of murder,  environmental issues and Hopi Indians inspired by her time working at the Grand Canyon Trust. Her first book in the series, Tainted Mountain, earned Baker a spot as a finalist in the 2013 New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards and in 2014, she was recognized as Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers’ (RMFW) 2014 Writer of the Year.


She serves on the board for RMFW, Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and is also an active member of International Thriller Writers, and Western Writers of America. Baker has also been a featured keynote speaker for Friends of CU Libraries.


Having grown up with a father who worked in big retail, her family moved around frequently – living in California, Colorado, and Missouri. She married a rancher and moved to the Nebraska Sandhills for nearly 20 years, where cattle outnumber people by more than 50:1. After escaping Nebraska, Baker continued the nomadic life, moving seven times in ten years; and while it may seem schizophrenic, it helped to create  the incredible western settings in her novels.


Baker has since settled in Tucson, Arizona with her favorite person, and her Weimaraner, Jezebel. A devout fan of the beautiful Arizona sunsets, Baker still is, and always will be a Nebraska Husker. Go Big Red!


BLOG TOUR – Damned if He Does


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Damned If He Does

Marcella Burnard


Genre: Light Paranormal


Date of Publication: 7/19/2016


ISBN: 978-0-9977244-0-0



Number of pages: 333

Word Count: 98k


Cover Artist: Danielle Fine


Book Description:


Rejected by heaven, twisted by hell, what’s a damned dead man to do when he stumbles upon a life and love worth fighting for?


Though damned for his earthly sins, Darsorin Incarri likes being an incubus. Prowling women’s dreams to siphon off their sexual energy for Satan’s consumption has its perks: an array of infernal power and a modicum of freedom. Sure, Ole Scratch holds Dar’s soul in thrall, and Dar has to spend a few hours recharging in Hell every day, but it could be much worse. All he has to do is hold up his end of his damnation contract – five women seduced, satisfied and siphoned per night for eternity. So when he encounters gorgeous, bright, and funny Fiona Renee, it’s business as usual. Deploy the infernal charm and rack up another score. Except it doesn’t work. She’s immune. He has to find out what’s gone wrong or face Lucifer’s wrath.


Fiona Renee has the life she’d always wanted: a career, a home, a cat with a bad attitude, and peace. Fiona’s dated. Had boyfriends. And hated every minute of it. She’s reconciled to being lonely. So when a man shows up in her bedroom in the middle of the night demanding to know why her dreams turn to nightmares every time he tries to seduce her from within them, Fiona winds up negotiating a contract with a demon that allows him access to her life. She never anticipated that it would also give him access to her heart. If she’s going to fall in love at all, something she never thought would happen, shouldn’t it be with someone who’s alive? If Fiona wants to hang on to Darsorin, she has to find his true name—the one he’d been given at his birth over a thousand years ago. But Satan, himself, stands in her way. Even if Fiona can dodge Lucifer, she and Darsorin have to face the question neither of them can answer: What happens to a dead man if you manage to wrest his soul from the Devil?


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Interview with the Author:


What initially got you interested in writing?

Boredom and pre-adolescent rage. 😀 I’d written stories for English classes, like every kid does. Sure, I enjoyed those assignments, but the bug didn’t really bite until my father was stationed at a tiny Air Force Base in the middle of no where. The library was itty-bitty. I read through all the books I cared about in the kid’s room. The librarians wouldn’t let me into the adult stacks. At that time, the library had strict age limits. My mother eventually explained the error of their ways and I got into the adult books a whole two years early – but during the time I was without a pile of books to read, I was bored. It finally occurred to me that if I couldn’t find books I wanted to read, I could start making up stories I wanted to read. At about the same time, a movie came out that I fell in love with – except that they got the ending all wrong. So wrong that I was enraged as only a twelve year old can be enraged. I vowed to fix that affront. I spent the entire summer with my mom’s electric typewriter on a TV tray in my bedroom. Hunting and pecking my way through an attempt at an ending that made me happy…its just that somewhere along the way I ended up hooked. I couldn’t stop writing. And I haven’t. Though I am generally a little calmer about it now.


How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

Like most things in my life, it started with a dare. By the time I got married, I’d been writing for a really long time, but I was stuck with the feeling that I just didn’t know enough. What I was writing wasn’t quite good enough. My (then) new husband suggested I was judging the work too harshly and I ought to let someone else tell me my writing was no good. He pointed out an anthology Marion Zimmer Bradley was producing and editing on a yearly basis and dared me to write and submit something for it. I did. So my very first rejection letter came from Marion Zimmer Bradley telling me my short story was a perfectly good story, but she’d already bought one on the same theme. That was far better than I’d hoped for, so I kept going. A friend dragged me to a local Romance Writers meeting where I discovered a room full of people willing to teach me everything I didn’t know about writing, submitting, and publishing. It is RWA and the culture of writers helping other writers that finally got me to the point of being published. Mary Buckham teaches a Break Into Fiction workshop. I took that workshop one weekend long ago. The book I plotted in that workshop was Enemy Within – my first book published. It went on to win the RT Critics Choice award for best futuristic and finaled in two separate RITA categories. (So, yes, this is 1000% a plug for Mary’s classes if you’re a writer.)


What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

Simple answer? A sense of fun. Longer answer: Dad was in the military. Air Force brats go one of two ways – they become super social or they become lonely. I was one of the lonely ones. Books were my friends and my company and my companions. When I became pretty seriously ill as a little kid, books made me forget how I felt and with a good story, I could do ANYTHING. Even if I was stuck in bed. If my books and stories can do that for someone else, then I’m happy.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

When the characters blink to life and wrest control of the story from me. Seems to happen every time. When I first start a book, I’ve got a tight grip on the reins – I know where the plot goes, I know who the characters are and how they develop or fail to develop. I begin drafting. Then, a quarter to a third of the way in, one of the characters will suddenly slip my control, turn around to face me in my head and shout, “I am NOT doing THAT! We’re doing THIS instead. C’mon!” At that point, I just throw out whatever outline or synopsis I’d written. It sounds frustrating, and it is, but it is also the point at which the story pops to life in 3D in a way. It becomes less a matter of me dictating a story and more a case of me taking down a story as it unfolds. And that’s fun.


What do you find most challenging about writing?

The business side – the part, when a book is under contract to a traditional publisher, that is entirely out of my control. Series get axed by a publishing house half way through the story line. Cherished editors leave. For someone who loves to get lost inside the detail of a story, the hard knocks of reality can be a little harsh. It’s one of the reasons that when my editor declined Damned If He Does that I brought it out as a self-published title. I wanted a chance to see what that was like – if having complete control of that process was either soul-crushing or empowering. I’d heard tales of both. It turned out to be neither for me – publishing the book myself had high and low points. High point: Getting the book out MUCH faster than a traditional house would have. Low point: Back cover copy. Let’s just say that marketing is still a development opportunity for me. . . and I suffered a lot of anxiety over whether or not my description of the story would actually sell that book. A tradition publisher makes you write your description, yes, but then they hand it to a marketing person who always seems to bring a high polish shine to it. Something my back cover blurb might be lacking on this book.

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?

Write. Read. Have fun. Join a writing group, whether it’s RWA (you don’t have to write romance to join or to get great value for your time and effort) or a Meet Up group in your city. Take classes. They’ll demoralize you at first because you’ll run into all these things you aren’t doing. But keep going. Keep writing. Keep playing. You’ll be upgrading your skills and your knowledge and the tools in your writer’s box in leaps and bounds. Some days that’s hard. Other days, it’s exilerating. When the hard days out number the exilerating days, take a break on classes. Read something fun. Write something fun for you and forget every class, ever. Grammar and punctuation optional. Just something you enjoy. That’s how you grow. I’ll also throw out the usual advice: Don’t give up. Sure you can quit. Then when you get the itch to write again, you can unquit. Keeping the joy in writing is, for me, a matter of jettisoning ‘should’. No ‘I should write x’ or ‘I should write y’. Focus instead on the things that intrigue and maybe scare you as a writer. That’s where the fun lies hidden.


What ways can readers connect with you?

My author page on FB is: – since FB mucked with how author pages show up (they want to be paid first) this page doesn’t get a lot of love because it doesn’t reliably show up for anyone anymore. Posts there are limited to once or twice a week unless there’s a book launch.

If you’re into silly, geeky posts and tons of cat pictures, feel free to friend me at  Just be warned that I will occasionally use NSFW language on that page. Not often. But it does happen. I am FB friends with several readers – so I do sometimes post asking for beta reader volunteers if that’s of interest.

TWITTER: @marcellaburnard

Instagram: @marcellaburnard – to be fair, I’m not sure why I call this account ‘mine’. It has been utterly taken over by the cats.

While I have a Goodreads page, I keep silent there. Goodreads is for readers without an author intruding, in my opinion. So I post books and I keep my yap shut. 🙂


About the Author:


Marcella Burnard graduated from Cornish College of the Arts with a degree in acting. She writes science fiction romance for Berkley Sensation. Her first book, Enemy Within won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice award for Best Futuristic of 2010. The second book in the series, Enemy Games, released on May 3, 2011. An erotica novella, Enemy Mine, set in the same world as the novels was released as an e-special edition by Berkley in April 2012. Emissary, a sword and sorcery short story released in the two volume Thunder on the Battlefield Anthology in the second half of 2013. Nightmare Ink, an Urban Fantasy novel from Intermix came out in April of 2014 and the second in that Living Ink series, Bound by Ink, came out in November 2014. Damned If He Does, a light paranormal romance came out in July 2016.


She lives aboard a sailboat in Seattle where she and her husband are outnumbered by cats.


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Twitter: @marcellaburnard


Instagram: @marcellaburnard




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BLOG TOUR – The Gender Game

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the gender gameThe Gender Game by Bella Forrest

Release date: 24 September 2016

Genre: Young Adult Sci fi/Dystopian



* For fans of The Hunger Games and Divergent. *


A toxic river divides nineteen-year-old Violet Bates’s world by gender.

Women rule the East. Men rule the West.

Welcome to the lands of Matrus and Patrus…

Ever since the death of her mother, Violet’s life has been shadowed by bad luck. Already a prisoner to her own nation, now after two unfortunate incidents resulting in womanslaughter, she has been sentenced to death.

But one decision could save her life.

One decision to enter the kingdom of Patrus, where men rule and women submit.
Everything about the patriarchy defies Violet’s identity, but she must sacrifice many things if she wishes to survive the forbidden kingdom… including forbidden love.



What Early Readers are Saying:

“Bella takes this genre to a new level. Imagine the intrigue of Divergent, the suspense of The Maze Runner and the heart-pounding excitement of The Hunger Games. That is the magic Bella is working with her new novel The Gender Game.”

“The chemistry between the characters is INTENSE. Forbidden romance at its best!”

“You can never predict where Bella Forrest will take a story!”

Intrigue, danger and mystery at every corner.”

“Once I started reading, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. My heart raced along with Violet’s […] The twists and turns so far in this book have left my mouth hanging agape.”

“Intrigue, espionage, and a strong, smart female at the center of it all. Had me sucked in from the get go.”



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About the Author:



Best known for writing fantasy, Bella Forrest is a lover of romance and mystery-infused stories with twists you won’t see coming. She has sold over five million books since her first novel was published in 2012.


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Lucky Blow        

Gods and Pawns

Book 1

Amanda Washington  


Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal


Date of Publication: 9/27/16


ISBN: 978-1537101279



Number of pages: 189

Word Count: 55,746


Cover Artist: Lindsay Cimina


Book Description:


Thanks to the deities in her family tree, Romi has been enslaved to a life of larceny since birth. Well, except for that one night, four years ago, when the goddess of love and debauchery sprang her from her prison, slipped her some sort of magical roofie, and introduced her to an irresistible blacksmith for a little tryst resulting in a child. So when two powerful gods show up and offer her a way out of her thieving lifestyle for good, she jumps at the opportunity. All she has to do is blow on a magical sword and imbue it with luck.


Then she can finally find that guy she’s been dreaming about and introduce him to their son. If only she knew the blacksmith’s name…


But when the same gods use the sword to rip Zeus’s essence from his body, Romi’s son is kidnapped and held for ransom. Now Romi, her mysterious fling, and her teenage griffin babysitter have to steal back Zeus’s essence from a cast of powerful gods, or they’ll lose the child forever.


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MY DAY STARTED upside down. No joke, I was harnessed, suspended midair, with my feet up and head down, looking over a room full of priceless artifacts when the antique grandfather clock beside the door struck midnight. Dings and dongs thundered, reminding me I was running out of time. As much as I’d like to pretend my days didn’t normally begin in an upside-down race against the clock, I’m not a liar, just a thief. But hey, a girl’s gotta make a living somehow, and this was what I was created to do—there’s a contract and everything—but that’s a story for a time when my life isn’t literally hanging from the ceiling.

As I released another inch of rope and lowered myself further, the black cocktail dress I’d hastily tucked into the knife sheaths around my thighs tumbled free, covering my upper body in chiffon and revealing my panties to the vacant room. I sighed. This was exactly why I hated dresses. But since I couldn’t magically make my normal work pants and T-shirt appear, I ignored my wardrobe malfunction and focused on my objective.

My target rested two feet, five inches below my head, locked away in an engraved metal display box chained to a pedestal, which was bolted to the wooden floor and surrounded by trip wires. Red lasers sliced the air between me and the box, rotating randomly. Randomly…that’s what the alarm company’s brochure says.

I smirked. Human security…so quaint.

Everything has a pattern if you’re patient enough to find it, and I was so patient, my new harness dug craters into my shoulders while I memorized the cycle. Random, my ass. As my opening approached, I bent at the waist and let out a foot more rope. The lasers shifted. I spit a small key out of my mouth and sprang back down, sliding it into the lock. I technically didn’t need the key, but picking the lock could potentially take longer than I had between laser cycles.

Besides, the owner of this building was a sleazeball who’d been too busy “accidentally” bumping into his party guests to notice my hand sliding into his pocket. A little piece of me felt like I was doing a solid for women everywhere by ripping the jerk off.

Getting back to the task at hand, I turned the key and popped open the box. Magic flooded the room like a pulsating glow of sunlight and power. Music sprang forth—some sort of ancient battle song—forcing a vision into my mind. I suddenly found myself in a bed chamber, watching an enormous brute swing a singing sword back and forth as he advanced on the figure asleep in the bed. Shaking myself free of the vision, I ignored the deafening tune and fought to stay focused on my orders. Get in, get the weapon, get out.

The bedchamber dissipated and I was once again in some rich guy’s trophy room, hanging upside down and staring at a metal box. Within the box, a magical sword almost as long as my legs and hooked at the end like a sickle, kept right on singing, declaring its greatness to the world.

The lasers were coming back around. I should have grabbed the sword, but the familiarity of it gave me pause. I pulled back from the lasers and struggled to process what I was seeing. I’d stolen some pretty high-value goods before, but this sword…I knew this sword. I’d seen pictures of it in books and read the lore about it. I was almost certain I knew what I was looking at, but I couldn’t accept it.

The Harpē?

It seemed to glow brighter in response.

It can’t be.

Nobody seems to know where the Harpē came from, but its lore began when Gaia, the goddess of earth, and Uranus, god of the sky, birthed a handful of hideous children, known as the cyclops and giants. Uranus sent the uglies to live in a hell-like prison for deities, pissing off Momma Gaia so much she gave the weapon to their son, Cronus, and asked him to whack off his father’s junk.

And I couldn’t think of a single reason why a weapon powerful enough to take down the god of the sky would be locked away in the trophy room of a human.

Was he human?

I’d done my homework. Public records had the owner of this place listed as Aaron Blake, some corporate CEO spawned from old money and raised to power on the backs of blue-collar workers. The guy was textbook for a hit. I had no reason to believe he was anything more than some greedy player.

Stupid, Romi.

If Aaron Blake wasn’t human, what was he? A god or a demigod in disguise? Everyone called the disguises glamours. They were more like a trick of the eye…easy to create. I’d used the same type of magic to disguise the daggers strapped to my thighs, assuring nobody would see so much as the outline of them through my dress. Yet I hadn’t even looked for a glamour surrounding Mr. Blake.

I wasn’t prepared to go up against a god, but the more I stared at the sword, the more certain I was of its identity, which meant touching it would bring someone’s ire down upon me.

Damn. What does Shade want with the Harpē?

Shade was terrifying enough without a magical sword at his beck and call. He already wielded me like a weapon, and the idea of arming him with the Harpē made my stomach churn.

No. I won’t take it! I won’t give him this.

Determined to follow through with my decision, I pressed the button on my harness and let the rope retract. Pain blossomed inside my chest, and the further I got from the sword—and the task Shade had ordered me to complete—the more I hurt. My insides seemed to fold inward, squeezing the air from my lungs. I knew from experience it wouldn’t let up. The pain would drive me crazy until I gave in and did my sire’s bidding.

Stars danced before my eyes, I smelled copper, and felt blood welling up in my nasal cavity, especially unpleasant due to my upside-down position. Swearing, I pressed the button again, halting my retreat. I’d only managed to get about five feet away. I dangled midair, cursing both my sire and the mother who’d abandoned me with him. Once again accepting the fact I had no choice, I lowered myself back down to hover above the sword and wait out the next cycle of lasers.

Giving in to Shade’s commands despite my personal convictions always left a sour taste in my mouth, but I couldn’t disobey. Not with my kid counting on me to make it home.


About the Author:


Amanda Washington is a lover of wacky animals, enthralling books, dark chocolate, and red wine. She’s always up for a good adventure (real or fictional), and when she’s not building imaginary worlds, she’s dipping her toes into reality in southwest Washington with her husband and their boys.



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BLOG TOUR – In Another Life


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In Another Life

Carys Jones


Genre: Fantasy


Publisher: Self Published


Date of Publication: 13th May 2016




Number of pages: 316

Word Count: 72120


Cover Artist: Carys Jones


Book Description:


Pans Labyrinth meets Once Upon A Time in this fantasy thriller from Carys Jones


Returning home one weekend Marie Schneider’s life changes forever when her car collides with a lorry on the motorway and she is left fighting for her life. Whilst in a coma, Marie awakens in the fantastical world of Azriel which appears to be right out of the pages of a Fairy Tale book. Here, Marie learns that she is their long lost Princess North, and that Azriel is where she truly belongs.


When Marie eventually wakes from her coma her thoughts of Azriel are still very present in her mind and she struggles to adjust to her ‘normal’ life. Everyone around her insists that Azriel is just a figment of her imagination but as she tries to recover from her wounds people start approaching her on the street, insisting that Azriel needs her and that she must return there at once.


Confused, Marie tries to discover which reality is the right one. Could she truly be a long lost princess from another world or is she just losing her mind? As the world of Azriel starts to creep in to her current life it gets harder for her to ignore that perhaps she really is Azriel’s Princess after all…



Interview with the Author:

What initially got you interested in writing?

Reading. I was always a big reader growing up. I loved how you could lose yourself within the pages of a book. There was something really magical about that and I found myself wanting to create some of that magic of my own.

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

For years I’d been writing stories and never actually finishing anything. I’ve got mountains of notebooks crammed full of half-finished stories. But as I got older I became determined to actually finish something, to see an idea through to the end. I found that having loads of notes helped me reach the finish line and then once my story was all done and dusted it seemed sad that only me and my parents would get to read it.

I love the thought of other people reading my work, of sharing my stories with them. My desire to share my work helped me decide to become a published author.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

Whatever they want. As long as someone has enjoyed one of my books, that’s my main goal. But beyond that, I guess I’d want readers to realize that it’s okay to be different, to sometimes feel alienated from the rest of the world. It’s something I’ve felt since I was very young because I’ve suffered with a serious illness since I was 12. Books were a way of escaping for me back then and now, still fighting the good fight against my illness, my writing has become my sanctuary. It took me a long time to accept that it’s okay to be different but books definitely helped get me there. And if I could help just one person feel happier about who they are and their place in their world then that would be just amazing.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

Getting to escape into my own world. I find it insanely cathartic when I write. I find that if I go longer than a week without writing I become really miserable and downcast. Writing is a release for me.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Rejection is always hard. Especially when you’ve poured your heart and soul into your work. It’s easy to take rejection personally but, as is always being emphasized, publishing is a ridiculously subjective business and you’ll never be able to please all the people all the time.

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?

Write down all your ideas. There’s no such thing as a bad idea. Store them all up and then the ones that gnaw at you, the ones that circle your mind as you try to fall asleep, those are the stories that you should write. And then just go for it! Tell the story that you want to write. Set yourself goals. Use notes (if like me you’d be lost without them).

What ways can readers connect with you?

I’m over on Twitter – and facebook – and love to hear from readers.






The unusually bitter October wind pulled at loose strands of Marie’s hair as she walked briskly along the busy pavement. Checking her watch she noticed with a plunging sensation in her stomach that she was already running five minutes late.


“Damn it,” she cursed aloud as she tried to increase her walk from brisk to fast. Her high heeled shoes clipped manically against the floor creating a sharp staccato soundtrack to her commute.


With as much speed as the six inches of her stilettos would afford her, Marie descended down from the pavement and the ominous grey clouds overhead into the underbelly of the city and the tube railway system.


Despite having lived in London for almost eighteen months Marie still struggled to accept the infiltration of her personal space each time she rode the tube to work. People would push up against her as though she were completely invisible. She’d learnt to use her bony elbows as a weapon against the more persistent of intruders. Clutching her handbag tightly to her chest she boarded her train, moving with the same militant precision as the commuters around her. Everyone seemed to move with such urgency, as though their very being depended on boarding the waiting train before them.


As the train surged in to motion and swept the passengers deeper into the city, Marie dared to remove one hand from her hand bag to wipe wearily at her eyes, careful not to smudge the mascara she’d barely had time to apply.


Marie was tired. The previous night, like all the nights before, the twenty seven year old had struggled to sleep. She lay awake, anxious, as though she were waiting for something though she had no idea what.


It took twenty minutes for Marie’s train to arrive in central London. Not quite long enough to remove her Kindle and delve in to the latest fantasy novel she was reading. She thought about the story as she looked forlornly out of the train windows. Endless miles of nothingness sped by. She missed travelling through the countryside and looking out and seeing endless fields of luscious, green grass. Marie Schneider was a city girl by necessity, not choice. She’d grown up amongst trees and fields not sky scrapers and stop signs.


Every morning as she stood on the tube she wished the same thing; that she didn’t have to go to work that day that instead she could stay home and read and get lost in another world.


“You spend far too much time with your head in books,” her mother would note with disapproval.


“Reading stories won’t get you anywhere,” she’d add callously. Marie would just roll her eyes. Her mother didn’t understand the magic which existed within a great story. She was too pragmatic, existing only in the moment. But Marie dared to dream bigger. She always secretly harboured the belief that she was meant for great things, that her destiny would somehow be wondrous.


Yet as she stepped off the tube and an overweight man in a suit already covered in sweat pushed a little too close up against her Marie realised she was hanging on to her romantic notions of a better life with a very thin thread.


“Excuse you!” Marie exclaimed as the man peeled himself off her and headed towards the escalators. He didn’t so much as turn back and offer an apologetic glance.


“Chivalry is so dead,” Marie muttered to herself as she straightened her blue dress which was adorned with patterns of white tipped daisies. Checking her watch she realised she was still running late, so taking the briefest moment to tuck back any loose strands of hair which had wrangled themselves free of the bun at the nape of her neck Marie headed out of the tube station, back up to the surface.


Emerging in to the dim light of an autumn morning Marie squinted slightly, feeling momentarily as blind as a mole squinting up from the ground. She could scarcely afford even a second to get her bearings. Her boss, Amanda Pickens loathed tardiness almost as much as she loathed those who opposed her right to wear real fur.


When Marie finally pushed her way through the glass doors of the office building where she worked her cheeks were flushed and a slight spattering of perspiration had formed upon her forehead.

About the Author:


Carys Jones loves nothing more than to write and create stories which ignite the reader’s imagination. Based in Shropshire, England, Carys lives with her husband, two guinea pigs and her adored canine companion Rollo.


When she’s not writing, Carys likes to indulge her inner geek by watching science- fiction films or playing video games.


She lists John Green, Jodi Picoult and Virginia Andrews as her favorite authors and draws inspiration for her own work from anything and everything.


To Carys, there is no greater feeling then when you lose yourself in a great story and it is that feeling of ultimate escapism which she tries to bring to her books.


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BLOG TOUR – Crosswind


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About the Book:



The Flyboy Trilogy

Book Three

G.L. Ross


Genre: Contemporary Romance/Military Romance


Date of Publication: October 11, 2016


Number of pages: 344

Word Count: 80, 500


Cover Artist: James at


Book Description:


Lisa’s memory has returned along with her burning desire for insanely hot Captain Lance Miller. Passion soars when the two unite.


Lance is thrilled his goddess finally remembers him, but which Lisa is coming home with him? In some ways he is eager for the return of his original, sweet, loving Lisa, but he also adores his new and improved, sexy, opinionated, wild tiger.


They are settling into their smooth sailing, happily reacquainted life when Lance’s flyboys are called to Afghanistan. This disruption is nothing compared to the turbulent arrival of Lance’s long lost half-brother, fighter pilot Derek Fuller. Derek’s arrival may cause Lisa’s path to be completely rerouted.




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“Burning Desire” named to the RomCon 8+ list



Crosswind is the conclusion the of the Flyboy Trilogy


Turbulent Passion Release Date 11/20/2013

Burning Desire Release Date 09/16/2014

Crosswind Release Date 10/11/2016


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Interview with the Author:

What initially got you interested in writing?

From a young age I enjoyed painting a picture with words, in college my professors encouraged me to become a writer. After my son left for college, I had extra time on my hands and decided to give it a try. I’m a diehard hopeless romantic, so of course I chose to write a romantic storyline.

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

Once my first book was complete, I shared it with several friends I knew would be bluntly honest. They loved it so I gambled and published. Thankfully, readers have been kind and extremely receptive. I especially love my bloggers who have supported and encouraged me more than I ever imagined possible.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

All of my books deal with second chances. I also tie faith, family, and friends into each book. My stories are extremely romantic and very sexy, but also full of suspense and humor! The Flyboy Trilogy is loaded with airline humor, because my full time job is being a flight attendant and do I have stories!

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

The fact I impact people’s lives in a positive manner. Women have written saying it’s nice to know someone else feels the same way or thanking me for inspiring them to believe in second chances. Men have written appreciative a fire has been re-lit inside their significant other. One man was thrilled his wife even initiated sex in the bedroom. Moms have shared my inspirational romance with their sixteen and seventeen-year-old daughters because they loved the message in The Strength of Love. I’m ecstatic to know I’ve had a positive impact on someone’s life whether through a thirty-minute escape or a lifetime attitude adjustment.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

The only time I become frustrated is when someone will not give a new author a try, which is why I’m offering the first book in The Flyboy Trilogy, Turbulent Passion, for free! What do you have to lose? There are many new talented authors waiting to be discovered. Also, I wish I could write full time. I have faith that day is in my future.

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?

Believe in your talent and your dream. If you really want to succeed keep writing. Very few find success over night and with each book your writing improves so write as much as possible.

What ways can readers connect with you?

As I mentioned readers write to me and I LOVE hearing from you. Feel free to email me or connect with me on my social media sites. Join my street team: The Flygirls! I offer contests and you receive news first regarding sales and upcoming releases. I truly appreciate you being a part of my tour and allowing me to share part of myself with all of you. XOXOXO




Lance insists we say our good-byes at the house. I plead for him to allow me to take him to the airport, but he knows we will both end up in tears and doesn’t want that to be his last memory. Instead we share our last thoughts over breakfast, then sit by the pool holding each other, until his ride arrives. My heart breaks. I fight back the tears. I will not let his last memory of me be crying. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I press my head against his chest, inhaling his spicy scent. I listen to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating. I attempt to memorize the feel of his arms around me. Our lips meet and I plead with his soul to return home to me. His strong hands hold the side of my head. Firm, yet tender, lips press to my forehead and the crown of my head. He clings to me one last time and whispers, “I love you, Goddess, more than life itself. You’re my home, my heart.”

“Then every night before you go to sleep imagine you’re in my arms. Imagine you’re home. Come home to me, Flyboy.”

His eyes fill with tears, before walking out the front door. I lean against the door frame praying he will turn and look at me. Please, Lance. Please look at me one more time. I need to see your sparkling blue eyes, your trademark smirk. He tosses his bags in the trunk. The back of his hand wipes away a tear, before threading through his hair. I then remember the picture I’d pulled out for him to take. I quickly grab it and run out the door toward him.

“Lance, wait.”

He looks at me and I freeze in my tracks. My fierce warrior’s face is covered in tears. “Oh, baby.” I spread kisses across every inch of his tense cheeks. Kissing away every salty tear. “I forgot to give you this picture.”

And then I receive the smirk…his eyes sparkle, staring at the picture of me in lace lingerie. “When?” I adore the fact he looks identical to the cat who caught the canary.

“I arranged it the day you were at the attorney’s office.”

“Now I want to carry you back into the house,” he half-laughs, stroking my upper arm.

With my hands on his hips, I instruct, “Every morning and evening you look at that picture and remember all of this is waiting for you at home.”

“Coming home to you is imprinted in my heart, sassy lady. I’m crazy about the picture, and I love the woman in it.” Our lips clash one final time. He climbs into the cab. Holding my hand through the lowered window, he says, “I’ll call you tonight from Georgia.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“I’m coming home to you.” His jaw clenches. His Adam’s apple bobs.

Forcing a smile, I reply, “I’m trusting you.” He presses the picture to his heart and blows me a kiss. The cab disappears from view. I continue standing in the front yard tattooing the picture of our final goodbye into my memory.


About the Author:


G.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found “Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she writes about her characters’ “happily ever after” endings.


Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every person and situation. Whether through laughter, prayer, music, or a glass of wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love, and adventure in her stories. Each book will inspire you to stand strong in faith and believe in second chances. Take flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, Burning Desire, and Crosswind (The Flyboy Trilogy). After twenty-seven years as a Flight Attendant, G.L. has incredible and often humorous insight into the aviation industry. She shares many of these stories in the Flyboy Trilogy. Plus, you must meet hunky rancher, Graham Gaskin, in A Rose Has Thorns…he is hot! Fall in love with Rachel and Brooks in The Strength of Love, an Inspirational Romance and recipient of the Reader’s Favorite 5 Star Seal.


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BLOG TOUR – Secret Destiny

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About the Book:



Secret Destiny

Sins of Odyssey Series

Book One

Kathy Kulig


Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance


Publisher: Burnt Stilettos Press


Date of Publication: September 12, 2016


Number of pages: 134

Word Count: 30,000


Cover Artist: Seneca Featherstone


Tagline: Desperate for a way out. An indecent proposal is exactly what she needs. But can two lovers survive the consequences?


Book Description:


On the verge of financial disaster, Destiny Noir accepts an indecent, but arousing proposal, at Dark Odyssey. The hedonistic club in a mansion along the South Florida coast caters to the rich and powerful, providing private and sexy entertainment to satisfy their clients’ sinful requests. Performing kinky sex shows at private parties should be easy for two lovers, and Darius Logan is her willing partner. The risk to her professional reputation is high, but the money and scorching sex is too good to refuse. This club is just what the couple is looking for. But there are always consequences, especially when their fun and well-paying side job spins out of control.


Amazed by how uninhibited she can be, Destiny is driven by a sensual need aroused by her audience. But when clients begin demanding special favors—slave services on a billionaire’s yacht, then a public ménage at a CEO’s cocktail party, Destiny realizes their arrangement might be too good to be true. When passion becomes an obsession, and a billionaire’s demands get out of control, secrets are revealed and threaten to destroy her—and them—forever. Secret Destiny is book one in a sexy new contemporary romance series Sins of Odyssey. Coming soon: Secret Escort and Secret Sins.





Darius finished his beer and she cast him a glance as he walked toward the exit. Her body surged with hunger. How did that man drive her to such lust? She’d never wanted anyone as much as him. As much as they were sexually compatible, she didn’t know if anything long-term would be in the cards. Other priorities, obligations and career goals got in the way. They had fun times, reckless and amazing sex, a satisfying but frustrating relationship, but not always dependable. She wanted dependable, wanted a future, a family. That lingering pain stabbed at her heart at the loss of her parents. They died too young. Would her life meet the same fate? She must be foolish to think she could have a future with Darius.

She finished her dance and made another round for tips, then told the bartender, Grace, the boss’s wife, she was taking a quick break. She said she needed air and had another outfit in her car.

“Need an escort?” Grace asked. The fortyish brunette wore a bustier and jean skirt tonight and was as attractive as most of the strippers that worked the club. The woman was a lot nicer than her husband.

“No, I’m fine.” She rushed into the ladies’ locker room, where she stripped and slipped into an oversized tee shirt, no underwear or bra, grabbed her keys and ran out the door. She noticed her boss in his office. Thank God.

Hobbling across the gravel parking lot, she cursed herself for not taking the heels off and putting on her sneakers. Darius had parked his pickup camper at the far end of the parking lot. Good for privacy, not good for walking in heels. She wanted to feel his warm skin against hers right now. But ten minutes. What could they do in ten minutes? When she got to his truck, he opened the door and lifted her inside.

The hunger in his eyes was the Darius she knew. Every woman should have an awesome lover like Darius at least once in her life. A man who could pleasure her like no other, but whom she knew would probably never be her husband. And she was fine with that most of the time. Darius was there when she needed him, but commitment didn’t interest him. He’d helped her find a decent used car when her last one died, stood by her during her dad’s funeral arrangements and had taken care of her when she had the flu last year. More than that, he’d cleaned her house, done her laundry and rented DVDs for her to watch while she was sick. After each time he’d helped her, he’d go out of town for the next job and she wouldn’t see him for weeks. That was Darius. “Darius, I only have—”

“Ten minutes. I know.” He yanked her tee shirt over her head. “Don’t talk, listen and let me have you. I’ll watch the time.”


Interview with the Author: 

What initially got you interested in writing? I loved, loved to read long before I attempted to write. I always had a book in my hand, had stacks of books in a bookcase my dad made for me and went to the library every week. Yeah, I was that quiet, geek-in-training kid. It’s hard to say exactly when I first got interested in writing my own stories. I think I just started without thinking about. I started writing and published poetry in a literary magazine. Wrote a few articles for magazines, then worked part time for a newspaper. Took creative writing classes, joined some writers groups, then learned how to submit materials to agents and editors.


How did you decide to make the move into being a published author? A creative writing instructor once encouraged me to write a book, but I stuck with short stories and articles for a while. I didn’t think I had enough talent or skills to finish an entire book. After I joined a writers group, I noticed a number of writers who had finished books, submitted them and published. This was back before self-publishing was a reasonable option. I finally decided to pursue publishing with a small press.


What do you want readers to take away from reading your works? Not much more than to entertain and surprise them with a good story. Hopefully, my books will get them coming back for more!


What do you find most rewarding about writing? Creating new worlds, characters and their stories out of the void. I’m so surprised by how ideas just appear from nowhere, or by the simplest prompts like a song, an image, a  movie or a fragment of a conversation, even a dream. And it always gives me a thrill when a reader emails me to say how much he/she enjoyed a book. No author ever gets tired of hearing that!


What do you find most challenging about writing? Finding the time, yet not going overboard by doing nothing else but write. Seriously, if I didn’t have a day job, or a darling, supportive hubby—who ‘gets’ what it’s like to be a writer—I’d be a hermit sitting in front of my computer 18 hours a day. Writers need to be dedicated and persistence, but also have a life to have fun and refuel. Otherwise, their stories will become dull. I love to write so it’s hard to step away to have some fun time now and then.


What advice would you give to people want to enter the field? Read a ton of books. Non-fiction books about writing and fiction books. And write a lot. Start writing, take a class. Many community colleges or local writers groups will give classes, workshops and conferences. Check out online too. A screenwriting class was very helpful to me. Especially for plotting and dialogue. The best way to be a great writer is to write! And write a lot.


What ways can readers connect with you?  Thank you so much for having me as a guest on your blog. Readers can find me here:

You may read more about me, my books, contest and upcoming projects by visiting my website  and subscribing to my mailing list.












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About the Author:


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kathy Kulig is known for her sexy contemporary and paranormal romances that are passionate, intense and riveting. These emotionally-charged stories are full of heart and always have a happy ending. She began her writing career in journalism, publishing articles in magazines and newspapers. Kathy has been featured or quoted in the Chicago Tribune, Writer’s Digest, Romantic Times Magazine, USA Today HEA, Bustle Magazine, Florida Weekly, and appeared on several radio shows. She has spoken at national and local conferences, writer’s groups and libraries.


When she’s not writing, she loves to work out, travel, read good books, watch movies and have dinners out with her darling husband. She lives in Pennsylvania in a 100 year-old Victorian house with a garage built out of reject tombstones.


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BLOG TOUR – The Summer of Annah

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About the Book:


The Summer of Annah

A Midsummer’s Wish  

Seasons of Annah Series

Book One

Tinthia Clemant


Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction


Publisher: River Lady Press


Date of Publication: June 10, 2016


ISBN: 978-0997437119



Number of pages: 328

Word Count: 102,000


Cover Artist: Covers by Karen  


Book Description:


“The true love I desire shall come to me. I am the lock he is the key. As mine to him, his soul shall speak to me. This I seek, so mote it be.”


When 55-year-old earth-witch, Annah-Belle Henderson, cast a spell for love she never envisioned her wish would be granted in the young nephew of her longtime friend. With a face that rivals the Norse god Thor, and a body to match, the charismatic Eric Ashworth draws Annah into a dizzying current of emotions. Should she accept the chance for love with a man twenty years younger or reject her feelings?


As a past darkness threatens to destroy her, Annah makes a decision that begins a journey fraught with judgement, betrayal, and perhaps death.


Book Trailer:




Excerpt: Prologue


The orange head of the match ignited with a flash. Slender fingers held it under the dried kindling. Within seconds, the splintered wood was ablaze, licking up the sides of an oak log, triggering the release of rose-scented oil. Except for the glow cast by the blaze, darkness shrouded the night. Brown eyes peered out from beneath long black bangs. Dressed in white with a pale shawl wrapped around her shoulders, Annah resembled a specter—one who had traveled from outside the realm of the living to watch the dance of the flames. She held a single red rose—an offering for Aphrodite, the Goddess of love.

When the fire reached its fevered peak, she dropped the rose into the inferno and murmured, “Aphrodite, accept my gift as I cast my wish on this Midsummer’s Eve.” The rose stem coiled, and the petals withered under the heat of the hungry flames.

Annah slid her hand into the pocket of her pants and removed a piece of green paper, two cones of sandalwood incense, and five apple seeds. On the paper, in scarlet ink, were written the words to a love spell. “The true love I desire shall come to me. I am the lock he is the key. As mine to him, his soul shall speak to me. This I seek, so mote it be.”

To reinforce the spell two additional recitations were required. During the second reading, she allowed the paper to float onto the engulfed log. The incense cones and seeds followed as she recited the spell a final time. When Annah ended with ‘so mote it be’ a breeze swept through the fire pit and the flames extended scorching fingers toward the heavens. Her canine companion released a soft whimper. “Shh,” she whispered. “It’s okay, Lexy.”

Annah stared into the blaze. “Druids believe it’s possible to see the faces of loves and enemies in an enchanted fire. I wonder.” At first she saw just the ravenous flames but soon an image took shape. A smile emerged. Loving eyes peered back at her as one of the incense cones exploded, sending hot sparks into the perfumed air. The smile turned into a sneer as the wail of a lone coyote pierced the night, bristling her fifty-pound Australian Shepherd’s composure. A series of responding growls emanated from Lexy, but they did little to assuage the sense of unease that passed through Annah. She backed away from the chimenea and sat on the nearby stone bench. “Probably best to leave the fire reading to the   Druids.”

Next to the bench rested a small wicker basket. Its contents, in addition to the bottle of rose oil, included a thermos, teacup, and her cell phone. Annah dropped the box of matches into the basket and withdrew her phone. With a swipe of the screen, she found the song she wanted to play. While the voice of Etta James accompanied her Annah opened the thermos and poured amber-colored liquid, still steamy and hot, into the cup. Before taking a sip, she raised it high, toasted the Goddess, and then bid the ashes that ascended into the starlit sky success as they delivered her wish. The current returned and spiraled within the fire. It carried the scented heat toward her, enveloping her in its warm embrace.

It was past one when Annah switched off the bedside lamp and lay in the darkened bedroom. Behind her bed, an open window granted access to the night air. A quiet breeze breathed life into the backyard’s wind chimes. Entering the room, it carried a subtle hint of sandalwood on its gentle waves. Circling Annah, it stroked her cheeks, softly caressing her lips. Entering that hazy place between dreams and reality, her mind gave shape to her last thought of the day. This will be my summer, a summer for true love.

Interview with the Author:

Tinthia Clemant, Author The Summer of Annah: A Midsummer’s Wish

What initially got you interested in writing?

I’ve been enthralled with love stories ever since I first saw Sleeping Beauty at the age of four. My parents took my siblings and me to the local I climbed up onto my father’s lap and entered the world of Princess Aurora, aka Briar Rose, her fairy godmothers and, of course, the handsome Prince Phillip. It was at that defining moment that my subconscious made two very important decisions—I wanted to find true love and I wanted to create marvelous stories about true love.

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

My decision to becoming a published author was simple. I wanted to share my stories.

However, I despise rejection. By now, one would think I’d be used to it after being divorced from the same man twice. Nevertheless, it still stinks. Going the traditional route provided visions of rejection letters stacked around empty containers of Chubby Hubby and I knew my blood sugar would spike to dangerous levels. In addition, I’m a control freak. Publishing myself affords me the opportunity to call the shots. It’s a great feeling.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

Quite simply, I would like my readers to find friends in my characters and enjoy their brief respite away from the real world.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

Writing, like other forms of creative activities, is about releasing your muse and letting her have at it! When my muse is by my side, the words flow and I’m able to get lost in the world I’m creating. The characters come out and play; they talk to me, whisper suggestions, and invite me into their minds and hearts. When all the pieces click, writing is freeing and thrilling. It’s a rush, to coin a phrase from my younger days. It’s on those days, when I walk away from my computer, that I embrace the challenge to finish the story and release it to the world.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Writing, like other forms of creative activities, can involve a muse who refuses to work alongside you! My muse is fickle. Some days she’ll spit in my eye and wander off to eat ice cream. The characters demand solitude; they won’t talk to me, they whisper four-letter words, and close the doors to their minds and hearts. The pieces fall apart and I walk away from computer vowing never to write again. Thank goodness my muse always leaves me some ice cream.

What advice would you give to people who want to enter the field?

Never, never, never take criticism personally. Use comments and critiques to sharpen your skills. Also, write every day. Every single day! Even if the words are junk, write them down. You’re only going to improve by working on your skill. Remember what Raymond Chandler said about writing. “Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean it up every noon.”

What way can readers connect with you?

I love to hear from my readers. They can email me at and I can be found lurking in the shadows of Facebook at:

They can also find me on Twitter at and Goodreads at


Thank you for this interview opportunity. Blessed be, Tinthia



About the Author:


Tinthia Clemant was born in Medford, Massachusetts, over sixty years ago. In other words, she’s old! As a child, she lived happily in a loving home with her three siblings and mother and father. She always wrote. From the time she first picked up a pencil, or perhaps it was a crayon, she wrote. Love stories. Happy stories. Stories about love with happy endings. Her first book was self-published. (At the tender age of seven, she stapled the pages together and presented it to her mother on Mother’s Day.)


As contemporary women’s fiction’s newest author, Tinthia fell in love with love stories and true love when she first learned about true love’s first kiss. That did it for her! Unfortunately, she has yet to find that special kiss. Throwing her arms up in defeat, she decided to write about it and live vicariously through her characters.


Tinthia lives on the banks of the Concord River and spends her time teaching science at a local community college, gardening, painting, feeding her multitude of Mallards (follow her natural history blog at:, reading, and, of course, writing contemporary women’s fiction about romance, relationships, and true love. She also enjoys Chunky Monkey and American Dream Cone and other enticing flavors produced by Ben and Jerry.
















BLOG TOUR – Wicked Folk

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What initially got you interested in writing?
I didn’t start out life as a writer, although I’ve always known it was something I wanted to do. I’ve always been an avid reader and recall the first moment I realized that books were the entryway into vast new worlds. The setting was at our family cabin in a remote part of Iowa. A sand-bottom river runs by my dad’s property and we’d just come in from an afternoon of playing and had received the obligatory cold-shower from Mom by the water-pump. We didn’t have indoor plumbing, but as a I kid I neither knew or cared. Having swum, and now with chattering teeth I wrapped up in a blanket and wondered what next could I could do. It was then that Mom handed me the first Tarzan of the Apes book by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I was instantly enthralled and read through the entire serial while on that vacation in the woods.
How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?
As it turns out I have an older sister who is an even more avid reader and was working through a life change where she suddenly found herself with a master’s degree and no job. Oddly enough, she happened to be living at that same cabin in the woods, where I discovered my love of reading. She spent an entire year publishing the first four novels of her popular Bellingwood series. At Christmas, she shared with me that she felt she could make a go of publishing. To say I was gob-smacked is an understatement. That January, I started writing in earnest and published my first science fiction novel – Rookie Privateer, in April. That was three years ago and I haven’t slowed down, even for a moment.
What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?
Great question, I was just talking to my sister about this last night. I came from a very loving family. It wasn’t without problems, mind you, but I had a father who regularly held the hands of his children and a mother who enjoyed being around us. I love exploring dark subjects within Urban Fantasy and Paranormal genres. But for me that’s the setting and the conflict. My stories are almost always about how friends and family find ways to overcome the great evils they run into.
What do you find most rewarding about writing?
There are several things. I’m goal oriented and enjoy the completion of a task. I’m also a perfectionist and I need to have things done well. There is a satisfaction I feel when I hit the button to submit a manuscript to be published that I know all work is complete and I’ve accomplished. And while, that satisfaction is nice, it is nowhere near as rewarding as the responses I receive from readers. Some are funny – people simply sharing a part of their life and reaching out because that’s who they are. While others are heartwarming, often where a reader found something I wrote particularly applicable to their lives. For me, writing is a journey I share with readers, I would quickly loose interest without that interaction.
What do you find most challenging about writing?
Marketing and time management. Many readers are unaware that self-published authors are responsible for marketing their own works. You either get good at it quickly or you sink into oblivion. Time management is also a huge challenge for me. As I have a day-job and an active family, I’m constantly searching for quiet moments where I can get to my happy-spot and write.
What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?
To borrow from Nike – Just Do It! Seriously, stop thinking about it and start writing today.
What ways can readers connect with you? is my website. My email address is You can also find me on facebook at


Wicked Folk
Witchy World
Book Two
Jamie McFarlane

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Fickle Dragon Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-943792-12-2

Number of pages: 266
Word Count: 86,837

Cover Artist: Silviya Yordanova

Book Description:

Late one night, a teenaged witch witnesses her uncle perform the forbidden ritual to summon a demon. His carelessness results in the demon breaking free and being released into the world. Drawn to the young witch’s powers like a shark, the demon is only temporarily thwarted when she manages to escape.

Felix Slade is a wizard living far from the family he grew up with. Recently he’s been unable to sleep as night after night a beautiful young witch is stalked by a demon in his dreams. Each night, new details are exposed and Felix is soon convinced that it’s up to him to prevent the woman’s demise. The dreams reach a critical point when Felix’s own family is threatened by the violence he’s sure is yet to come.

With his sister and the woman he loves by his side, Felix rushes to face the greatest challenge he’s encountered yet. There is great darkness inside him and he must choose to embrace or reject it in order to face the demon’s evil.

Book Trailer:


Faa Farmstead, just outside Eppy Faire, five years ago
Lace Faa stared out at the waning crescent moon through the wavy glass of the old farmhouse window, wishing for even the slightest breeze. The day’s heat refused to dissipate from the humid, summer air which clung to her as she tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep. As if on command, a slight puff of wind rustled the sheer curtains of her second floor window, carrying with it the faint sound of chanting. She strained her ears, curiosity piqued, wondering who might be working her family’s hidden craft so late at night. Her gaze shifted to the barn across the gravel driveway. A flickering glow between weathered siding exposed the presence of lit candles and a ritual in progress.
She dropped her legs over the side of the bed and placed her feet in just the right spot to keep the weathered floor from creaking. At the age of sixteen, Lace wasn’t fully initiated in the subtle magics of her kin, but moving silently had been drilled into her from an early age. She walked carefully, rolling from heel to toe along the unseen joists that supported the floor, avoiding loose boards as she slipped from bedroom to hallway. The hem of her white cotton nightgown thumped quietly, caressing the wooden stair treads as she descended to the kitchen.
For a moment, she paused at the screen door and considered its habit of screeching when opened. Wetting forefinger and thumb in her mouth, she rubbed them on the old, rusted top hinge. Tall and slender, Lace slipped through the door, opening it only a crack. Relief from the heat held in the old house was welcome as she picked her way gingerly across the gravel. Her eyes focused on the flickering light leaking from the ancient barn.
Lace negotiated the piles of junk that had found their final resting place next to the building and carefully placed both hands on the rough siding, leaning forward to look through one of the many cracks in its façade. Her eye came to rest on the edge of a white circle, drawn on the dirt floor only feet from her position. With her limited view, she glimpsed two black candles burning brightly at the tips of what she suspected was a pentagram, although without full view of the circle, she couldn’t know for certain.
“Phezore Gesteriph Feoro, I summon you.” The bold voice, her uncle Willum Gordon’s, resumed chanting in the ancient language Lace believed was only known by her extended family. Her heart thudded in her chest, recognizing the simple ritual – if only from her reading.
“Oh, Willum,” she whispered involuntarily before bringing her hand to her mouth.
“Who’s there?” Willum asked loudly from within the barn.
Lace stepped back, startled, catching her heel on a piece of long forgotten machinery. She spun, trying to save herself, but in the poor light her knee came in contact with a stack of precariously balanced wooden crates. She lunged from her position, diving away from the collapsing junk, all pretense of stealth abandoned. The tall door of the barn slid open as she twisted, trying to free her legs.
“Madge?” Willum asked, the low angle of wavering candles illuminating him eerily from behind.
Lace hastily scrawled a rune in the air with her finger, turning away from Willum’s position so he wouldn’t see the faint sparkling trail as she did. As an initiate of her clan’s magic, she’d mastered the one spell that had come easily to her – shadow walk.
Willum stepped from the barn, closing the door behind him. Lace used the noise to her advantage and gained her feet, moving slowly from her original position. Willum turned and stared directly at her, standing stock still – a hunter trying to locate its quarry. Lace froze. She knew him to be cruel when cornered and he would not take kindly to her spying on his ritual. A weak practitioner by family standards, he’d often taken out his frustrations on her. With the provocation of an interrupted ritual, Lace well understood the danger she’d placed herself in.
Willum took a few steps forward, cutting the distance between them in half. Lace breathed slowly, trying to calm her heart, the lack of oxygen demanding deeper breaths. Swiping the air between them, Willum moved toward her. Slowly, she stepped aside, anticipating his movements. Sweat beaded on her forehead as his fingers came within inches of her face.

About the Author:

Jamie McFarlane is a graduate of Colorado School of Mines with a Master of Science in Mathematics. An avid reader, tinkerer, woodworker and metal sculptor, Jamie is just as likely to be seen smelting aluminum cans in his garage as he is tacking random, discarded iron objects into a small army of beasties that adorn his home’s landscaping.

Jamie’s writing career began as something of a dare which later turned into a tribute. In his late teens, Jamie was well known as the family story-teller, spinning fanciful yarns about ordinary events, usually with the objective of escaping well-deserved trouble.

One day, his mother, often the target of his mischievous tales, challenged him to commit his words to writing. Jamie promised he would but time passed, as did his beloved mother. In 2014, Jamie made good on his promise and published his first book.

Jamie is the author of a growing library of novels and novellas including the space opera series – Privateer Tales, and the urban fantasy series – Witchy World. Jamie lives in Lincoln, Nebraska with his wife and enjoys spending time with family and friends.





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