Featured Author: Darla Woodley

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I am super excited to introduce author, Darla Woodley & illustrator Evan Munday. Miss Woodley sent me a copy of her fabulous book in the mail, and I have to say, when I opened the package, my first impression was: WOW! I loved the cover, the feel of the book, the inserts she included . . . it was impressive. I had one of those–this book is special and the author personalized it to me–fan girl moments!!

It only gets better. When I sat down to read the book, I had both my boys on my lap. I actually had tears well in my eyes by the end of the book. Maybe it is because I am a mother, and I watched as the child grew up in the book and the mother got older … so it was personal to me–but the overall message was fantastic!

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Words cannot describe how much I loved this book. I actually bring it with me everywhere I go, because I am around a lot of moms and kids–spreading the word. The day I received it I even showed my son’s dentist office 🙂

I really feel this book would look great on the bookshelves, and I would like to see it in Target, Barnes & Nobles, and so forth. I did notice on Miss Woodley’s website it is in some Indigo and Chapters store-that is amazing!

Be sure to check out Miss Woodley’s website by clicking here.

Her book is also available on Amazon.ca!

BLURB:

Awarded the Children’s Literary Classics Seal of Approval. Sometimes it is hard to find exactly the right words to show that you are sharing your encouragement and support. This uplifting story demonstrates that a simple pair of red socks can give someone special a boost when they are feeling down or out of their comfort zone. You’ll find yourself smiling when you see how red socks go with absolutely anything!

Did you know?

When copies of Red Socks Go With Absolutely Anything are purchased additional copies of the book are printed and donated to a school, local charity and/or organization that may benefit from the message of how red socks go with absolutely anything.

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Check out her Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/RedSocksGoWithAbsolutelyAnything

Featured Author- Lucinda E. Clarke

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Meet Lucinda E. Clarke, author of Amie: An African Adventure. 

Lucinda’s experiences in her 30 years in Africa offer an authenticity to her book that can’t be beat. She has several published works, and this is but one of them. I encourage you to check out all of her books!

Blurb:

Amie was just an average girl, living in her home town close to friends and family. She was happily married and she had her future all planned out. They would have two adorable children, while she made award winning programmes for television.
Until the day her husband announced he was being sent to live and work in an African country she’d never heard of.

When she came to the notice of a Colonel in the Government, it made life very complicated, and from there things started to escalate from bad to worse.
If Amie could have seen that one day she would be totally lost, fighting for her life, and enduring untold horrors, she would never have stepped foot on that plane.

What are readers saying about Amie: An African Adventure?

This book was written with such consummate skill. I have enormous admiration for Lucinda E Clarke as an author. She not only knows how to write an edge-of-the-seat, well-constructed story that would make a brilliant movie – she does it using beautiful, spare, intelligent, and amazingly descriptive language. By the time I got to the end of ‘Amie’ I felt as though I’d been to Africa – seen it, touched it, smelled it, heard it… loved it and hated it. Everything that is the truth of the country is there in this book. Can I give it six stars please? It deserves it. (Amie an African Adventure) 

The author certainly has an excellent grasp of words. Considering her background I suppose this should have been foreseen but, in my experience, it is not always so. Her way of conveying scenes, emotions, tensions etc. draws you in. You have absolutely no trouble visualising the situations, frustrations, disappointments, apprehensions and fears Amie encounters and experiences.

Special Excerpt:

This is part of the prologue when Amie is in prison.

Hope flared briefly. Her captors had realized she was innocent. They’d never accused her of anything sensible, and she still didn’t know why she’d been arrested. She knew she’d done nothing wrong. Her thoughts ran wild, and she tried to convince herself the nightmare was over at last.

All the doors on either side of the corridor were closed, as they half carried, half dragged her towards the opening in the archway at the end. The closer they got, against all reason, her hopes just grew and grew. They were going to set her free. She was going home.

As they shoved her through the open doorway, she screwed up her eyes against the bright light, and when she opened them, it was to see they were in a bare courtyard, surrounded on three sides by high walls. As she looked around, she could see there was no other exit leading to the outside world.

Then she saw the stake in the ground on the far side, and brutally they dragged her towards it. She thought of trying to resist, but she was too weak, and there was too much pain. It was difficult to walk, so she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, determined not to give the soldiers or police or whoever they were, any satisfaction. She would show as much dignity as she could.

The skinny one pushed her against the post, took another long piece of sheeting from his pocket and tied it around her chest, fixing her firmly to the wood. She glanced down at the ground and was horrified to see large brown stains in the dust.

Not freedom; this was the end. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined not to let the tears run down her cheeks, but the sound of marching feet forced her to open them again. She saw four more men, all dressed in brown uniforms, with the all-too-familiar guns who had lined up on the other side of the courtyard opposite her. They were a rough-looking bunch, their uniforms were ill fitting and stained, and their boots were unpolished and covered in dust.

She was trembling all over. She didn’t know whether to keep her eyes open to see what was going on, or close them and pretend this was all a terrible dream. She was torn. Part of her wanted it all to end now, but still a part of her wanted to scream, ‘let me live! Please, please let me live!’

The big fat man barked commands and she heard the sounds of guns being broken open as he walked to each of them handing out ammunition, then with the safety catches off, they shuffled into position.

To her horror, she felt a warm trickle of liquid running down the inside of her thighs. At this very last moment, she had lost both her control and her dignity. They had not even offered her a blindfold, so she closed her eyes again and tried to remember happier times, before the nightmare started. Briefly, she glanced up at the few fluffy white clouds floating high in the sky as the order to fire was given.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lucinda E Clarke has been a professional writer for over 30 years, scripting for both radio and television. She’s had numerous articles published in several national magazines, written mayoral speeches and advertisements. She currently writes a monthly column in a local publication in Spain. She once had her own newspaper column, until the newspaper closed down, but says this was not her fault!

Three of her books have been bestsellers in genre on Amazon on both sides of the Atlantic, she has won over 20 awards for scripting, directing, concept and producing, and had two educational text books published. Sadly these did not make her the fortune she dreamed of to allow her to live in luxury.

Lucinda has also worked on radio – on one occasion with a bayonet at her throat – appeared on television and met and interviewed some of the world’s top leaders. She set up and ran her own video production company, producing a variety of programmes, from advertisements to corporate and drama documentaries on a vast range of subjects.

In total she has lived in eight different countries, run the ‘worst riding school in the world’, and cleaned toilets to bring in the money. When she handled her own divorce, Lucinda made legal history in South Africa. Now, pretending to be retired, she gives occasional talks and lectures to special interest groups and finds retirement the most exhausting time of her life so far; but says there is still so much to see and do, she is worried she won’t have time to fit it all in.

To my Readers

If you have enjoyed this book, or even if you didn’t like it, please take a few minutes to write a review. Reviews are very important to authors and I would certainly value your feedback. Thank you.

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Twitter: @LucindaEClarke

If you would like to be notified when a new book is published, or there is a special promotion, please send me an email, I love to hear from my readers.

Also by Lucinda E Clarke

The first autobiography which relates Lucinda’s horrendous relationship with her mother and her travels to various countries.

Truth, Lies and Propaganda

The first of two books explaining how Lucinda ‘fell’ into writing for a living – her dream since childhood. It began when she was fired from her teaching job, and crashed out in an audition at the South African Broadcasting Corporation. In a quirky turn of fate, she found herself writing a series on how to care for domestic livestock, she knew absolutely nothing about cows, goats and chickens. And it all continued from there.

More Truth, Lies and Propaganda

Tales of filming in deep rural Africa, meeting a ram with an identity crisis, a house that disappears, the forlorn bushmen and a video starring a very dead rat. You will never believe anything you watch on television ever again.

Amie and the Child of Africa

As Amie goes in search of the child she fostered before the civil war broke out she encounters a terrorist organization with international connections. She is not alone, but one of her friends will betray her.

All her books are available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback.

Featured Author: Aleta Kay

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Have you heard of author Aleta Kay, yet? If not, I’d love to introduce you to her, and her novel, Mending Fences. Mending Fences is a novel of love and hope lost, despair, defeat, frustration, giving up, and hope regained. This is a novel for anyone struggling with issues of faith, death, broken relationships, or searching for a God who understands.

Mending Fences is purely fiction, based on a recurring nightmare of an old friend, now deceased. His dream was of a Viet Nam veteran being surrounded in an open field by several different kinds of broken down fencing. He was unable to get out. My friend often woke up in a cold sweat.

The main character here is a Viet Nam veteran who, once he got out of the army, never wanted to fight again—about anything. Robert McGinn becomes a pastor who really loves his family and God, but he’s a workaholic and never seems to be home when his family needs him. He has a wife and two children. When the last crisis hits (at the beginning of the book) he is, as usual, not at home. In fact, he’s in another state. Once the crisis has been dealt with, his wife and son decide they no longer want or need him. Robert moves from Christmasville, TN (chosen for its name) to an unknown area of Oregon. Seventeen years later he’s diagnosed with a terminal illness. What will he do now? Does he have enough time left to mend those broken fences (relationships) in his life? If he does, will anyone care?

What are readers saying about Mending Fences?

“Unlike many fictional stories that are meant to be inspirational, but actually do little but preach, or blame, this one actually shows Christianity in action, and shows it the way Christ taught it. Here, you have a good, well-told story about people who find a way to live as Christians and forgive each other.”

“I was encouraged as I read this book. It was about a family with a lot of problems that were caused by a lot of unintentional hurt. It takes years to resolve, and it is a long road to forgiveness for all involved. I think many families can associate with the plot of this story, and can hopefully find that the Lord is truly our help in times of trouble.”

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Two hours later Robert was riding down the highway in the cab of a semi. The driver introduced himself by his CB handle, High Roller. “Everybody calls me ‘Hi’, he said.

“Pleased to meet you,” Robert said and shook the man’s hand. “I’m Robert. Are you a gambler then?”

“Nah. I’m an independent driver, meanin’ I don’t drive for one company all the time. I hire out to the highest bidder. If I don’t like the price, and can’t get the money I want, I don’t drive. Most outfits pay pretty decent, though. This kind of bargaining keeps me from being taken advantage of by the stingy money mongers of the business.”

The radio was tuned to a country station, which Hi kept pretty loud so he could hear it over the noise of the truck and surrounding traffic. When Robert came aboard the station was giving a news report so Hi had turned it down. When the news was over the volume went back up and the men were silent.

Hi glanced at his passenger and wondered about him. He didn’t appear to be poor. The man wasn’t unkempt. What had reduced him to hitch-hiking? Where was he going? Why?

Glancing again at his new acquaintance, Hi was curious as to what would put such a woebegone frown on such a kind face. The light dusting of freckles across the narrow nose and round cheeks made Hi think of a perpetual little boy. But little boys surely didn’t have enough problems to etch such deep furrows in the forehead. He felt a trace of sympathy and promised himself he would buy the man a meal. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but this man seemed different somehow from anyone he’d ever met.

The next tune was a sad song about a trucker losing his family because he spent too much time on the road to be a good dad or husband. The only decorations the trucker had in the cab were pictures of his family.

Suddenly Hi pounded the steering wheel with his fist twice and turned the radio off, shouting expletives. Robert noticed the pictures this driver had taped up. It was a nice-looking family.

“I can’t help being gone so much,” Hi yelled. “It’s the only thing I know how to do, the only thing I’m good at. I provide a good living for my family. My absence is the price we all pay.”

Robert listened and knew from his pastoral experience that Hi was really justifying what he did because he liked it and was comfortable with his vocation. Hi knew it, too. Yet, Robert understood the frustration. You do your best for your family and it’s still never enough. They weren’t so different, he and Hi. Both had to be gone a lot. It was tough. “I know how you feel, man,” he said to Hi.

“What do you mean, you know how I feel? How could you possibly know?” He looked like he wanted to hit something.

Robert told him about his own life as a former pastor. “So you see, no one appreciates it. God doesn’t care enough to keep your family together. I believed everything I said when I was a preacher, but when it was my turn to need all that grace and forgiveness, all I got was kicked out of my fammily’s lives, and stabbed in the back by the church people who were supposed to care.”

High Roller turned the radio back on, looked at the family picture of his three children, and looked forward to being with them over the weekend.

Robert woke up about an hour later and was surprised to see a tear sliding down the truck driver’s weathered cheek. The song on the radio was another sad country tune. Is there any such thing as a happy country song? Instead of voicing the thought, he asked Hi if he was alright.

“Yeah, sure. Just worried about my kids. My oldest son, Tanner, is fifteen. He thinks he knows everything. Thinks all adults are stupid He has a problem with authority, but he’s a smart kid. He really could do something with his life if he’d buckle down, do his school work. Instead, he’s too busy rebelling against everything. I don’t know what to do about it.

“Then there’s my daughter, Colleen. She’s pretty, intelligent, vivacious. She’s twelve going on twenty. She’s very mature for her age, physically. She’s also very athletic and she has discovered that boys like her. She’s so vulnerable at her age, and me and her mom, we want to protect her, but she just wants to fit in, you know. All of her friends have boyfriends. How do you teach your kids about this world when they don’t want to listen?”

Learn more about Aleta Kay:

My full name is Aleta Kay Dye. I am ecstatically married to my husband of forty-four years (forty-five later this year) with two children and six grandchildren. As of Christmas 2015 they all live in the same area. I’m very protective of them and won’t give their location. All of our grandchildren are still minors. They range in age from eighteen down to five. Only one is a boy, but he’s the most lovable kid you could ever want to meet. He has absolutely no enemies at age twelve.

God is a very important part of our lives. I love church, the fellowship, the music, the activities, the joy and peace I feel when I’m around my brothers and sisters in Christ. Good preaching and Bible study are a must for me. If I skip them very much my attitude gets really crappy.

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in elementary school reading Nancy Drew novels. I wrote parts of my own mysteries even as a child. I had my first poem published when I was a senior in high school in Cycloflame magazine. I don’t think it’s around any more. I got paid a dollar.

What am I passionate about? God, family, and nature. I’m a small-town girl. Big city traffic scares me useless so I avoid that as much as possible. If we have to go through a big city, I let my husband do the driving. I’m a big chicken. I do enjoy driving, just not in heavy traffic.

One of my favorite places in this country is Quartzsite, Arizona, population about 3500 (full-time residents). It’s a desert town that gets over 100,000 RV’ers and campers during the winter season. There are several RV parks, but the majority of people stay out on the BLM (Bureau of Land Management) areas. We paid $180.00 in December which allows us to stay on any BLM land in the country. The permit is good for a year. We dry camp so we have to dump our waste water at the designated areas, and fill up our water tank from the well which is provided by the Department of the Interior. Our RV is the only home we have and we love it. We’ve been living this way since autumn of 1997. It isn’t a lifestyle for everyone, but we love it.

Why do I write?

Because I want people who read my books to know that no matter what lemons life dishes out, God has the answer, and wants to help. But He will never force Himself. If we invite Him to be in control of our lives, He has all the answers and will make a way for us to get through whatever it is.

My favorite animal is horses although I’ve never owned any. I was around them a lot when I was little but didn’t have much opportunity to ride. My first experience on horseback was on a pony chained to a pole with other ponies as they walked in a circle. My second experience was riding bareback at a gallop. I fell off but didn’t get hurt much. When I was in high school I had an uncle that would take me to the horse races with him during the summer months. I get upset if I have to miss the Triple Crown (Kentucky Derby, Preakness, and Belmont Stakes). I was watching the year Secretariat won all three races, the last one by, I believe, 31 lengths. I’d have to watch the movie again to be sure of the distance. It was phenomenal. No horse has ever beat that record.

I also love cats, deer, rabbits, chipmunks, squirrels, bear cubs, and dogs as long as they belong to other people.

Favorite Authors:

Francine Rivers, Karen Kingsbury, John Grisham, Iris Johansen, Jan Karon, Joel Rosenberg, and Oliver North. I have, in the past year discovered Nicholas Rossi, Christoph Fischer, P.S. Bartlett, and Ronovan Hester, who are also very good authors. Viv Drewa wrote a really cute fantasy about a gryphon. I also like some of Aaron Paul Lazar’s books.

I just finished reading the first book in a series by Dr. Ernie Moore titled, The One Time Messengers. It’s a story of political intrigue revolving around Al Qaeda. Next on the list to read is Amber Wake by P.S. Bartlett and Ronovan Hester. It’s part of a pirate series.

Education:

My parents wouldn’t let me go to a writing school or take classes because “writers don’t make any money.” They wanted me to have a good paying job. I never had the confidence to go to college so I went to secretarial school. That didn’t turn out too well, either. So I didn’t get published until later in life. I’m sixty-four now. It’s time to get busy and make up for wasted years. I have purchased many books on writing and marketing and was mentored by a good friend who had workshops at her home. She also owns an online self-publishing business.

Future Plans:

I have several works in progress. When I get stuck on one I work on another one. I hope to have another book ready for publication by the end of summer or early autumn.

*Be sure to drop by Amazon & check out Mending Fences!*

 

Featured Author: Lori Lopez

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I have the honor to introduce a talented author, Lori Lopez. Lori has many books out in the marketplace right now. She is taking the book world by storm, and I am proud to share her work, particularly, An Ill Wind Blows, with my fellow readers.

An Ill Wind Blows – Blurb:

AN ILL WIND BLOWS is a quirky fantasy-horror adventure about finding yourself and other things lost.

One night an ordinary person lacking confidence must battle a wicked wind.  The stakes are high as she, along with friends and foes, travels through a magical storm world that culminates in a ghost town populated by more than just spirits.  From the time the characters are sucked into the storm, the reader is transported with them on a strange chaotic trek.  Supporting characters, a mixed and quirky bunch of allies or villains, each have their own insightful stories.  Facing fears and the power of friendship are important themes. An unusual nonstop adventure of thrills and laughs in search of a magic stone while lost in a stormworld.

What are readers saying about An Ill Wind Blows ?

“A beautifully written story that reminded me of The Wizard of Oz and A Wrinkle in Time. Loved these kinds of sci-fi journeys when I was a kid. The kind of story where you were swept up with the heroine and walked beside her as she battles the ogres, elves, demons and other monsters as she is looking for a magical stone to help her explain the death of her parents. Very nicely done Lori. Will read this one again and again.”

“It’s like Michael Moorcock wrote Alice in Wonderland”

“I purchased this book through Amazon as I admire Lori as a human being and a woman – but I do admit some of her stories tend to fly over my head with her choice of words 😉 An Ill Wind Blows is not one of them, as she holds back a *little* while still maintaining her unique style and humor. This is to me, a whacky Alice in Wonderland kind of story, and I want to explain why I mentioned Michael Moorcock. Any fan of Moorcock’s work knows about the multi-verse he presents in the Eternal Champion series, in which he – like Lori – places characters in dangerous events that are literally out of this world. If anyone remembers the strange “lake of voices” in Moorcock’s world – then you will love an Ill Wind Blows. You get this kind of queasy feeling in your stomach while you read it and you can’t stop because for some reason, you like feeling as weird as the situation the character’s are facing. Combining first person narrative through the main character Meezly- and separate chapters in a third person/omniscient style arc for Meezley’s friends (and enemies) all of the characters find themselves transported by a malevolent entity into this strange universe – where, during the course of navigating it – find both themselves, and what they’re made of. The plot is simplistic yet complicated – Meezly must discover an object that is related to the death of her parents – and this malevolent entity – desires the object. What follows is a blend of horror, humor, and a journey of the self in an attempt to escape this creature’s attempt at thwarting her goal. I truly enjoyed the wit presented in this tale – my favorite and as example to those thinking about picking up this book, and a nod at the author’s note that certain forms of spelling in this book are intentional.”

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A rogue wind trickled beyond my hunched form . . . gathered twigs, decaying leaves, dried grass and weeds. A creature rose, assembled out of such debris, and stood before my path. As he contemplated me, his joints were lashed, knotted by serpentine vines. He was jagged, splintered, shoddily constructed. But a drab aura of twilight intensity surrounded him.

Facing this pillar of roughage, I had no fear. I had no adrenaline. It was all depleted. I stared forth in a fatigued state of readiness. I guess you could call it confidence. Or craziness. Maybe it was both. I believed not in myself but in my bag. A modest canvas sack.

The Rickety Man was poised like a gunslinger, as if we were engaged in a showdown. A duel to the finish. A clash of wills and won’ts. There was nothing complicated about it. We were here because we had to be. We had to do this. Although neither of us knew why. He would draw his figurative six-shooter. I’d coolly reach inside the bag. One of us would march away, the other fall. It was a tale already written. We were letting the scene play out.

“Wheeeeere?” A moaning wheeze sieved through the effigy’s frame.

For once I had no questions. Nor did I have the answers. His stick hand went for it. My right hand dove. My expression was stolid. He was a mere obstacle. I was three miles from my goal. Unflinching, unswerving, I refused to die by a nonexistent bullet fired from an imaginary gun aimed by a quixotic man of the mulch! There wasn’t a trace of doubt in my mind, however, that the menace was genuine.

Who is Lori Lopez?

Lori R. Lopez wears many hats, literally and otherwise.  She dips her pen in Speculative Fiction, Horror, Fantasy, and any number of genres combined.  Lori is the author of THE DARK MISTER SNARK, ODDS AND ENDS:  A DARK COLLECTION, CHOCOLATE-COVERED EYES, AN ILL WIND BLOWS, THE MACABRE MIND OF LORI R. LOPEZ, POETIC REFLECTIONS:  THE QUEEN OF HATS, DANCE OF THE CHUPACABRAS, OUT-OF-MIND EXPERIENCES, THE FAIRY FLY, MONSTROSITIES, JUGULAR and more.

 

A resident of Southern California, she is an author, poet, artist, actress, songwriter, musician; also an activist for conservation, children and animal rights.  You can find her “Poetic Reflections” column at Fairy Fly Entertainment, a website shared with two talented sons.

Stories and verse have appeared on Hellnotes and Halloween Forevermore, Servante Of Darkness and Verto Publishing; in THE HORROR ZINE MAGAZINE, THE SIRENS CALL E-Zine and anthologies such as JOURNALS OF HORROR:  FOUND FICTION, DEAD HARVEST, HWA POETRY SHOWCASE VOLUME II, TERROR TRAIN I and II, TOYS IN THE ATTIC:  A COLLECTION OF EVIL PLAYTHINGS, CURSED CURIOSITIES, CELLAR DOOR III:  ANIMALS (Editor’s Choice Award winner), BONES II, UNDEAD LEGACY, GHOSTS:  REVENGE, WE ARE DUST AND SHADOW, INDIANA HORROR REVIEW 2014, MIRAGES:  TALES FROM AUTHORS OF THE MACABRE, MASTERS OF HORROR:  DAMNED IF YOU DON’T, DARLINGS OF DECAY, I BELIEVE IN WEREWOLVES, THIRSTY ARE THE DAMNED, and SCARE PACKAGE:  14 TALES OF TERROR.  Fifteen of her poems were published for an anthology titled IN DARKNESS WE PLAY.

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Lori has received various honors for her writing and art.  She was named on an Examiner.com list of “93 HORROR AUTHORS YOU NEED TO READ RIGHT NOW” for WOMEN IN HORROR MONTH 2014, and was featured on Horror Addicts and Promote Horror.com for WOMEN IN HORROR MONTH 2015.  She unapologetically takes pride in creatively bending and reshaping the rules of writing when it suits her style.

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Thank you again for checking out this feature on Lori. Stop over on Amazon and check out her work!

Innocence & Betrayal: Release Day

Book 2, of the Hidden Truths series is out now. It is a stand-alone romance suspense novel, which features characters from book 1, Silenced Memories. I also recently re-released Silenced Memories (2nd edition). Be sure to check out the Amazon $25 gift card giveaway going on now!

Blurb:

Reserved biochemist Ava Daniels has spent the last six months working on a top secret assignment for Homeland Security. One morning, after a night of finally letting loose, she discovers her lab empty and her boss missing. Interrogated by the very organization she works for, followed by unknowns, and attacked, Ava finds herself in search of answers as the clock winds down.

Aiden O’Connor, Irish born and raised, attempted to put his past behind him when he opened a bar in the heart of Boston. One night, Ava Daniels shows up to his bar asking for help. She is like no other woman he has ever met—breathtakingly beautiful, brilliant, and in terrible danger. Once he learns the true nature of her problem, Aiden realizes she is the key to unlock his past . . . and perhaps to get a second chance.

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Excerpt: When Ava Daniels first encounters the sexy Irish Aiden O’Connor

“You bet on the game?” her bartender asked the man while sliding the club soda in front of Ava.

“Nah, not tonight,” the man responded, without taking his eyes off Ava.

She forced herself to blink before studying the drink in front of her.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“I’m okay, thank you,” she responded before her bartender walked away, leaving her alone with the man whose eyes she could still feel on her face.

His tanned forearms flexed as he pressed his palms against the counter. “I know my father has already served you, but are you sure you wouldn’t like something a wee bit stronger?”

His Irish brogue made her head spin. She needed to pull herself together.

Ava took a sip of her club soda and tried to slow down her pulse a few notches before meeting his blue eyes again.

“You all right, love?”

The silky baritone of his voice made her forget why she was even in the bar. She’d never been the kind of girl to go weak-kneed just from looking at a man, but she’d never exactly met one like this before, had she? “I’m good, I think.” The stark contrast of his jet black hair against his bright blue eyes had her feeling a bit dizzy. The color of his irises reminded her of the Tahitian crystal waters she once swam in—so deep she could drown in them.

“Are you a Pats fan?”

“A what?” She shook her head.

“Do you like the Patriots?”

“Oh.” She reached for her braid and toyed with the ends. “I prefer the Ravens.” The Ravens? Really, Ava? You don’t even watch football!

“They’re a decent team, but you can’t be in a bar in Boston and not root for the Patriots.”

She returned his smirk with a smile. “Maybe you could convert me?” Did I just flirt?

“I’d be more than obliged to help you see the light.” He leaned closer until his face was only a few inches from hers.

She swallowed and couldn’t help but inhale his masculine, woodsy scent.

“But I’m gonna let you in on a secret. The only football I watch is that of the Irish—you know, the real game of football.” He winked and pushed back away from the bar before walking to the other end, where a new patron had just settled in.

Where can you find Innocence & Betrayal?

Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Amazon.ca / Nook / Kobo / Ibooks

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Lisa Emme- Featured Author & Release Day!

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I’d love to introduce everyone to author, Lisa Emme. Lisa is a huge supporter of fellow writers, and I highly recommend you check out her work. Her romantic suspense, Home Again, debuts February 29th, 2016. I was super excited to learn Lisa also writes romance, as she has become a hit with her supernatural thrillers: Dead & Kicking and Tooth & Claw.

I wasn’t a huge supernatural fan before reading Lisa’s books–but I became one after starting her super fun series, The Harry Russo Diaries. And if she was able to capture my attention with a genre I don’t typically read–I can only imagine how good Home Again must be. I will be starting it very soon (I’ll add the review to the page on my blog soon).

Blurb:

They say you can’t go home again. Allie Daniels hopes they are wrong, whoever they are. After a series of misfortunes, she and her small son have come home to the town she thought she had left behind. She’s just looking for a safe place to raise her son. The last thing she wants is any more complications.

Mike Finn didn’t roll into town on his Harley looking for love; he just wants to find a place to call home. Hoping to escape the fast-paced, anonymous life in the city, he’s bought a partnership in the local veterinarian practice. The small town has a lot to offer – especially after a chance encounter with Allie.

When Mike first sets eyes on Allie, sparks fly. He knows there’s something there, but the reluctant, single mom is going to take some convincing. Good thing Mike is a persistent man. When strange things start to happen around town, his protective instinct is sent into high gear. It’s just as well, because when Allie starts playing detective, she may find herself in over her head.

Don’t let the sweet cover fool you. This book brings the heat. Intended for a mature audience. Graphic language and sexual content.

Available at your favorite online retailer including: Kobo, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple

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What readers are saying about Home Again:

“…If you love a down home country sort of romance, this should be on your reading radar…” –Rosanna Leo, author of Vice and the Gemini Island Shifters series (via Goodreads)

“…Highly recommend reading this book for contemporary small town romance lovers like me, especially if you like a bit of suspense in it. You’ll definitely enjoy this book!” –Kat Desi, Kaleidoscope Heart Reviews

Excerpt:

Before he could step away, Allie grabbed his shirtfront and pulled. Surprised, Mike stumbled a step towards her.

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

Hand still gripping his shirt, she gazed up at him, her eyes wide. He was several inches taller than her, taller than usual because he was still in his boots and she was in bare feet. She raised herself up on her tiptoes and pulled him closer. His eyes widened and he dipped his head to hers. Their lips met. The kiss started soft and sensual, almost tentative. After a moment, Allie began to pull away, but Mike was having none of it. She may have started it, but he was going to finish it.

He cradled her head with his hands preventing her from moving and deepened the kiss, nipping at her lips, coaxing them apart until he could thrust his tongue in her mouth. Allie groaned and threw her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his. Mike was lean and hard up against her and she could feel his arousal. His kiss became fervent and he groaned as he slid one hand down her back to cup her ass through the towel. He pulled her closer, causing the front of the towel to gape open. Allie could feel the soft denim of his jeans against her bare skin and then he shifted again and the cold metal of his belt buckle brushed against her. She gasped and pulled away from his kiss. Mike’s eyes followed hers and he looked down to see her bare hip and thigh. He reached out to run his fingers up along the silky skin and a shiver ran down her spine.

“I want you so much,” he rasped.

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Lisa Emme bio:
Lisa Emme is a Canadian who proudly ends her ABC’s with ‘zed’. A self-professed book-a-holic, she has spent the last few years trying to stem her book hoarding tendencies by writing her own stories, including the popular urban fantasy series, the Harry Russo Diaries, and by avoiding the bargain table at the bookstore like the plague.
A bit of a thrill seeker, Lisa has tried such death defying activities as bungy jumping off a bridge and rappelling down the side of a 17 storey building. She’s also single-handedly raising a teenager.
Lisa has worked as a veterinary assistant, playground instructor, bank teller, store clerk, waitress, telephone solicitor, research writer for an environmental think tank, computer programmer, and systems analyst. Her passion however, is writing.  What else is she going to do during the long, cold prairie winter?

Lisa would love to hear from you.  Email her at lisa.emme@mymts.net or find her on

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Featured Author: Sandra J. Jackson

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I would like to introduce author Sandra J. Jackson. Sandra was born in Montreal, Quebec and now resides with her husband and children in Eastern Ontario. Writing has  always been Sandra’s passion; creating works of art for her family and friends. Her children, however, brought out the storyteller inside when Sandra told them bedtime stories.

Eventually, the stories faded but Sandra’s desire to write blossomed. Fed by her personal experiences, she began writing. As she wrote, her confidence grew and so did her courage. Sandra began sharing her ideas, even volunteering to write articles for her son’s hockey team for publication in the local paper.

With several stories in various stages of completion, Sandra made a decision. Armed with her experience of travelling to the east coast, her wholehearted belief in soulmates and the draw she has always felt for the UK, Promised Soul was born.

Promised Soul looks very interesting- check out the blurb, testimonials and special excerpt:

Blurb:

Just as Krista’s summer plans are finalized, she is suddenly plagued by strange dreams and intense feelings of déjà vu. Feeling as though she’s losing her mind, she visits a psychic medium, only to feel more confused. When Krista arrives in England, her dreams persist, and she finds herself at the doorstep of another psychic; she needs clarity. Finally, the words she was afraid to say out loud, are spoken. Her dreams aren’t just dreams, but memories from a past life. Now Krista has to figure out what it all means.

Promised Soul is the story of the past, the present and the future of two souls that have been bound together by eternal and transcending love. Amazon.com

Testimonials:

Excerpt from Lilian’s Book Blog – for complete review visit http://www.lilianflesher.blogspot.ca “You will meet many characters in this story who will charm you and make you smile, but will being in a strange country make Krista homesick? Will she find the answers she seeks? Believe me when I say this book is fantastic, you will not want to put it down.” By Lilian Flesher – UK

Amazon.ca “I’ve averaged a book a week for over 30 years. This book kept me captivated from start to finish! I’m looking forward to her next book!” – By ljreid – Brockville, ON Canada

Goodreads “Promised Soul is like no other book I have ever read. That is really refreshing. Just the thought of true love transcending time and space is amazing. I thoroughly enjoyed reading the story of Krista and Aaron and more importantly Mary and Thomas. This gives me hope that we all have a soulmate out there. Simply put Promised Soul is an inspiration to all.” By Diana – USA

Special Excerpt:

Aaron brushed the grass from his lap and stood up, looked down at me, and stretched out his hand. I took hold of it feeling that familiar exchange of electricity, as he pulled me up a little too hard. I lost my balance and fell slightly forward into him, his arms instinctively wrapped around me for protection.

“Oh, sorry.” I said trying to pull away from the now awkward situation.

“Don’t be.”

Aaron bent forward and kissed me. A kiss that was long, passionate, and gentle. A kiss saved for lovers who have been apart; a kiss that sent heat and shivers at the same time, coursing through my body. A kiss that made time stand still and yet made the world spin. A kiss that promised; a kiss that bound – for eternity.

Links to Buy:

Amazon: myBook.to/PromisedSoul 

Barnes & Noblehttp://bit.ly/1HXCPhc

Smashwords http://bit.ly/1Cz8jXI

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Kobo http://bit.ly/1FMzlfO

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 Take a moment to visit Sandra’s Facebook page, or one of the following websites!

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Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13681910.Sandra_J_Jackson

Pinterest

http://www.pinterest.com/jackson7773

Amazon.com

https://www.amazon.com/author/sandrajjackson

Thank you for checking out Promised Soul, by Sandra J. Jackson. I know I will be adding her book to my TBR list!

Featured Author: Mary Smith

 

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I am excited to introduce author Mary Smith. Let me start off by saying that Mary Smith is a such a kind woman-she is always going out of her way to support fellow writers- so thank you!

I am pretty excited about reading No More Mulberries; my schedule is crazy so I haven’t had the chance to yet–but it is on my reading list. Not only is Mary Smith Scottish (and I’ll admit I think Scottish people are basically the coolest people ever .. and hope to visit Scotland one day) … but the main character is also Scottish-born (so I can picture the accent in my head while I read…yes, I’m a bit of geek!)… But in all seriousness, once I read the blurb I realized this book is right up my alley. “Instead, she must focus on helping women desperate for medical care and has little time to think about her failing marriage.”-I can just tell I’ll be emotionally invested in this book and what happens to the characters in Afghanistan. With today’s political climate, I think it is important for people to read about cultures from outside their own ‘sphere’ – to broaden their view and understanding of people around the world to help break down the divisive walls between people. And not only has Mary set this story up so beautifully, but it also includes a love story, which is (of course)-something I love! Please read the review after the blurb to see firsthand what an impact this book has had on one of her readers.

Blurb for NO MORE MULBERRIES:

Scottish-born midwife, Miriam loves her work at a health clinic in rural Afghanistan and the warmth and humour of her women friends in the village, but she can no longer ignore the cracks appearing in her marriage. Her doctor husband has changed from the loving, easy-going man she married and she fears he regrets taking on a widow with a young son, who seems determined to remain distant from his stepfather. When Miriam acts as translator at a medical teaching camp she hopes time apart might help her understand the cause of their problems. Instead, she must focus on helping women desperate for medical care and has little time to think about her failing marriage. When an old friend appears, urging her to visit the village where once she was and her first husband had been so happy, Miriam finds herself travelling on a journey into her past, searching for answers to why her marriage is going so horribly wrong.

Her husband, too, must deal with issues from his own past – from being shunned by childhood friends when he contracted leprosy to the loss of his first love.

Check out No More Mulberries on Amazon.com & Amazon.uk

*Great review of No More Mulberries *

5.0 out of 5 stars –A superb read that will stay with me long after the last page is turned…

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Oh my, what a superb read, at least , for me . This is one of the best books I have read this year as it really touched my heart. It is the story of Miriam, a Scottish midwife who used to be called Margaret but who changed her name upon marrying Jawad, and Afghan doctor and converting to Islam (her choice). It is the love story of these two soul mates, their visions for a country torn apart, their hopes to bring hope and changes to a little village in the Afghan mountains and her devastation when he died. It is about her subsequent marriage to Iqbal, also an Afghan doctor, for more practical reasons than real love, to go back to Afghanistan to be near the grave of the one she truly loved. It is the story of Iqbal, who loves Miriam but deep down thinks that he cannot compete with Jawad’s memory and is, one way, haunted by his ghost, as he is haunted by his own past. It is the story of the struggles, challenges but also happiness and understanding of marriage between two people from different cultures. Bridging the gap between these two cultures that I could totally relate to, myself being married to a man from one of the Maghreb countries. It is a breath of fresh air, where men are not described as violent and terrorists, but described very realistically, like Iqbal, as being torn in two, like not losing face in front of others and to show that one can ‘keep under control’ his foreign wife but also feeling bad about it. Men who are not used to express their emotions due to centeries of belief that ”men don’t cry or show weakness”. I could relate to Myriam’s exasperation as not having her ‘me’ time, as many people ”back home” cannot imagine for one instant the need to be alone. Also, her fight with the ignorance and superstitions of people, who do not trust modern doctors but think an injection will cure everything. It is the story of people who may not have television, hot water and have to make with medieval toilets outside but who gets their news faster than BBC world service. All what Mary Smith writes is so true and realistic, I had to laugh when Myriam recalled how women would look at her and ask her so many intrusive and very personal questions that in the West, would be considered so rude, but there, it is just a way to show you they are interested in you and welcoming you. No More Mulberries is very emotionally charged. Especially when Miriam recalls her time with Jawad. You really feel her pain and her anguish, especially as she knows he has been killed in dubious circumstances. You can feel Iqbal’s internal turmoil and his love for Myriam. In the end, both have to make a decision that will change all their lives… I recommend No More Mulberries to anyone with an open mind because it will brush aside many misconceptions. Oh, there is plenty of violence and a political background when Taliban take Kabul, when girls schools are closed and women prevented to work, but this is not the main topic of this book. It is simply a life story, a love story, a vision to change a little part of the world, and a need for closure. A story where life is hard, especially for women as in many villages, there is no healthcare, no clinics and where it is very hard to educate them to change their ways. A simple but oh so beautiful story that will stay with me for a very, very long time. My review does not do it justice at all, due to lack of words for expressing how I really loved that story.

 SPECIAL EXCERPT from Chapter 10

 ‘Miriam-jan, it’s good to see you. Usma sends many salaams. She wanted to come but…’

Interrupting him she said, ‘I’ll send someone to sort out space for the patients in the tent. I’m sorry the accommodation isn’t up to much. They didn’t expect so many patients. They had to find an extra tent. Still, it won’t be for long. I’m sure your group will get appointments tomorrow and then you can…’ She broke off when Ismail caught her hands in his, turning her round to face him. She sighed.

‘Let’s start again, Miriam-jan. I ask how you are and you ask how I am, then I ask about your house and you ask about mine. We’ll hope that neither of us will ever be tired and by then it’ll be easier to talk about other things.’ He released her hands saying, ‘In fact I believe I can see the edges of a smile at last. Now, tell me where is Farid? And don’t you have a daughter now?’

Miriam explained about Farid’s visit to his grandparents and by the time she was telling Ismail about Ruckshana she felt herself begin to relax. Now she could ask him about his family, trying to imagine his sons being old enough to work on the land, how grown up his daughter must be. ‘Oh, it would be wonderful to see everyone again,’ she cried.

‘You can. I meant what I said. I’ve come to take you home.’ Miriam shook her head, but Ismail continued, ‘I’ll find a good horse for you – it’s only one day’s ride to Zardgul.’

‘Ismail, we’re so busy here. You’ve seen the patients, we see hundreds every a day. I can’t…’

‘If Jeanine was willing to let you go for a few days?’

She shook her head. ‘Look, Ismail going to Zardgul is impossible. Let’s drop the subject.’

‘No, Miriam, I can’t. Look,’ he produced from a scruffy envelope a sheet of paper so flimsy from the many times it had been unfolded it was falling apart. ‘The letter you wrote from Pakistan. You promised to come back to Zardgul – if not to live and work, at least to visit us, to hear what happened to Jawad, where…’

‘Things are different now, Ismail.’

‘You mean Dr Iqbal will not bring you to Zardgul.’ It was a statement, not a question. Miriam didn’t reply. ‘Please don’t say no without taking time to think about this chance. It may never come again.’ He looked pleadingly at her. ‘Miriam-jan, there is such sadness in your eyes. You need to come back – not just to keep a promise made to us but one I am sure you made to yourself – and Jawad.’

Miriam looked away, staring unseeingly through the window. Finally, she turned to Ismail standing silently beside her. ‘I have to go now. Eva needs me in the clinic.’ Seeing him about to say something more she whispered, as much to herself as to him, ‘I will think about it.’

Learn More About Mary Smith

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Author and journalist Mary Smith lives in South West Scotland. Although she has always written, whether childish short stories, very bad angst-ridden poetry as a teenager, or journals she never really believed she could be an author. And so she did lots of other things instead including fundraising for Oxfam and later working in Pakistan and Afghanistan for health programmes. Those experiences inform much of her writing. Her debut novel, No More Mulberries is set in Afghanistan.

Back in Scotland she found work as a freelance journalist while completing a MLitt in Creative Writing. She still wants to travel more but is having to keep her itchy feet still until her son gets through his medical degree.

She has also written Drunk Chickens and Burnt Macaroni: Real Stories of Afghan Women, a narrative non-fiction account about her time in Afghanistan which offers an authentic insight into how ordinary Afghan women and their families live their lives. Her poetry has appeared in many publications and she has one full-length collection, Thousands Pass Here Every Day. Her most recent publication – something totally different – is Dumfries Through Time a local history book done in collaboration with photographer Allan Devlin. The pair are not working on a new title to be published in 2017.

Mary’s other project is to turn her blog, My Dad’s A Goldfish, about caring for her father when he had dementia into a book, which she hopes will be published before the end of 2016. And – finally – she is working on a follow up to No More Mulberries.

www.marysmith.co.uk

Amazon Author Page

Poetry collection: Thousands Pass Here Every Day Non-fiction: Drunk Chickens and Burnt Macaroni: Real Stories of Afghan Women

Blog: My Dad is a Goldfish; dealing with dementia

 No More Mulberries out on Amazon.com & Amazon.uk


 

Featured Author: Paula Berinstein

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I am happy to introduce author Paula Berinstein as a featured author. She writes middle grade/YA novels–and I have to say, I love the bright and bold book covers! I know that I’ll be getting these books for my sons when they get a little bigger!

Blurb:

A reluctant detective, a criminal mastermind, and . . . sugar?

Amanda Lester wouldn’t be caught dead going into the family business. Her ancestor, Sherlock Holmes’s colleague Inspector G. Lestrade, is a twit. Nevertheless her parents refuse to see his flaws, and she’s going to a secret English detective school for the descendants of famous detectives whether she likes it or not.

When Amanda arrives at the dreaded school, she considers running away–until she and her new friends discover blood and weird pink substances in odd places. At first they’re not sure whether these seeming clues mean anything, but when Amanda’s father disappears and the cook is found dead with her head in a bag of sugar, they’re certain that crimes are taking place.

Now Amanda must embrace her destiny and uncover the truth. The only snag is that arch-villain Blixus Moriarty, a descendant of Holmes’s nemesis Professor James Moriarty, might be involved, and he doesn’t like nosy little girls interfering in his business.

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Available at:

Amazon paperback
Amazon Kindle
Barnes and Noble paperback
Powell’s paperback

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Testimonials

“Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy is a smashing Holmesian debut from Paula Berinstein.” Derrick Belanger, I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere, http://www.ihearofsherlock.com/2015/12/amanda-lester-sherlock-holmes-meets.html#.VqZlbFIriZF

“If you are a middle grade book fan, and I don’t care what age you are, you will definitely be wild about the author Paula Berinstein.” — Esperanza Gaillard, http://ogitchidabookblog.blogspot.com/2015/11/blog-tour-amanda-lester-and-pink-sugar.html

“I loved this book, I was hooked from the start,” Lola Verroen, http://lolasreviews.com/review-amanda-lester-and-the-pink-sugar-conspiracy-by-paula-berinstein/

“Overall, this book is a complete package! It has an amazing cover with fun characters and a great story line that every reader will totally enjoy and get hooked with!” — Jessica Tan, Driftless, http://ayokongaeh.com/blog-tour-review-amanda-lester-series-by-paula-berinstein/

Special Excerpt:

The first class the next morning was History of Detectives. The classroom was huge and paneled in dark wood. Amanda thought it was beautiful but was thankful she didn’t have to polish it. It would take so long that as soon as she’d finished she’d have to start all over. The room felt old-fashioned but it was a lot nicer than the classrooms at Ysidro Middle School, which were so depressing that she was always mentally redecorating them.

“Bienvenido!” said the teacher, Professor Also, an athletic-looking, curly-haired woman with a kind face and a wavery voice. The students, some of whom appeared bright and eager and others of whom seemed not to have slept the night before, looked around blankly.

“Oh, sorry. Forgive me,” the teacher said. “I just got back from Costa Rica and I haven’t got my land legs yet. That means ‘Welcome.’ May I have a volunteer, please? How about you, Mr. Binkle?”

The goofy-looking boy with the glasses, late of the vomit incident, pointed to himself. “Me, your honor?”

“Yes, you, Mr. Binkle, and I am not your honor. Professor Also will do.”

“Yes, sir, er, your ladyship,” said the boy, every bit as awkward as Amanda thought he was.

Professor Also sighed. “Now would be a good time.”

“Right,” said the boy, and raced to the front, tripping over nothing twice on his way to the spot where Professor Also was pointing. Amanda felt sorry for him.

“Now, Mr. Simon Binkle,” said the teacher. “I want you to select from these items and give yourself a semblance of a detective’s mystique.”

“A what, ma’am?” said the boy.

“A detective’s mystique. Go on. Let’s see what you can put together.”

Mr. Simon Binkle had turned rather red. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand, ma’am.”

“This, class, is exactly the problem for those of us who are new to the detective’s world. In order to be a great sleuth, you must develop a mystique. All the classic detectives have one and we will study them. A mystique sets you apart, and may I say, gives you a certain, I don’t know. Let’s say cachet.”

“Sorry, Professor. What’s cachet?”

“Cachet, Mr. Binkle, is that special something, an almost magical quality, that makes you fascinating.” The idea of the gangly Mr. Binkle being fascinating made Amanda want to laugh.

“Do you mean that we all have to be fascinating?” said Simon Binkle.

“Eventually,” said the teacher, at which the boy’s face went completely white.

“I see I’ve thrown you. Let me reassure you that developing a mystique isn’t nearly as intimidating a procedure as it sounds. This will occur naturally over the course of your time here at Legatum. Let’s talk about it a bit. Yes, Mr. Wiffle.” She pointed toward a pale, redheaded boy who was raising his hand excitedly.

“First, Professor, let me say that I’m very impressed that you already know all of our names. I think I’m going to enjoy your class. Second, can you tell us whether mystiques will be on the tests?”

Amanda looked over at Amphora, who was making a gagging face. When she saw Amanda looking at her she mouthed, “Do you believe this?” Amanda rolled her eyes, then grinned and shook her head. When she caught sight of Nick, who was sitting at the end of her row, she could see that he was laughing silently.

“I’m tempted not to answer that, Mr. Wiffle. A detective should be ready for anything. However, as this is your first day I will make an exception. No. Mystiques will not be on the tests but they will be part of your grade. Let me say right now that I will know if you’re faking a mystique. It’s perfectly acceptable to experiment, and in fact we expect you to do so. However do not try to impress us. A mystique evolves naturally. Trying to be something you’re not will get you nowhere and could actually backfire. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Professor,” said Mr. Wiffle. Amanda, Amphora, Nick, and Ivy were all stifling laughs. Simon, who was still standing in front of the class, seemed completely lost.

“Now, let’s talk about mystiques, shall we?” said Professor Also. “A mystique is much more than appearance, although that plays a large part because it’s what we see. It also has to do with the way the detective thinks and what he or she is most interested in. In other words, it’s what makes the detective different from other detectives.

“For example, we’re all familiar with Sherlock Holmes’s recognizable clothing and accoutrements, but what really defined his mystique was his keen ability to observe small details and draw conclusions from them.” Amanda winced. Who cared what Sherlock Holmes did or didn’t do? “But his observational skills didn’t operate in a vacuum. They depended on his arcane knowledge. As you know, he could deduce an astounding amount about a person just by observing his or her clothes, but in order to do that he had to familiarize himself with everything from buttons to types of wool. So his mystique depended on his knowing a great deal about obscure subjects. Yes, Mr. Wiffle.”

Not him again. Amanda was beginning to get the measure of this kid. She decided that staying away from him would be a good idea.

“Professor, will we be expected to study buttons and things like that?”

“Yes, Mr. Wiffle. Professor Sidebotham will be at your side for these six years, and by the time you graduate you will know more about buttons, fountain pens, and motor oil than 99.999% of the people on the planet.”

The kid’s mouth dropped. He obviously wasn’t happy. Amanda didn’t want to learn about buttons either, but she thought she could put up with it if it meant she got to watch him squirm.

“Mr. Wiffle,” said the teacher. “Do I infer correctly that you’re not interested in buttons and motor oil?”

The class laughed and the kid went as red as his hair.

“No, Professor Also,” he said, catching himself. “I’m quite looking forward to learning about motor oil. It sounds fascinating.”

The teacher gave the kid a look and said, “Indeed. Now, let’s continue with our discussion of mystiques. As I was saying, when you matriculate you will have developed a mystique that is unique to you. A unique mystique, if you will.”

There were giggles around the room until Professor Also fixed the class with a stony stare.

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The Amanda Lester, Detective book series

  • Secret detective school
  • Mysterious events
  • Exciting adventures
  • Cool gadgets

Enroll in the Legatum Continatum secret detective school today!

  • Take exclusive courses like Disguise and Crime Lab
  • Hobnob with master detectives like Gaston Thrillkill and Particle Peaksriboon.
  • Develop your detective’s mystique.

Solve mysteries like:

  • What are those yellow gluppy things?
  • Why did Professor Bill Pickle disappear?
  • What is the missing whatsit anyway?

 

Author bio

Paula Berinstein is nothing like Amanda. For one thing, she’s crazy about Sherlock Holmes. For another, she’s never wanted to be a filmmaker. In addition, compared to Amanda she’s a big chicken! And she wouldn’t mind going to a secret school at all. In fact, she’s hoping that some day she’ll get to build one.

Social media links

Amanda Lester Web site: http://amandalester.net
Paula’s blog on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/969582.Paula_Berinstein/blog
Paula’s Goodreads profile:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/969582.Paula_Berinstein Amanda Lester’s Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/AmandaLesterDetective
The Writing Show (my writing podcast, which I produced and hosted for about seven years): http://www.writingshow.com
Paula’s Twitter account: @pberinstein
Goodreads book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25605562-amanda-lester-and-the-pink-sugar-conspiracy
Series Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/AmandaLesterDetective/

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