Social Media and the Old Days
 
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who had no idea what she was doing but knew in her heart she wanted to tell stories… all kinds of stories.
 
It started with my brother and long car trips. My mother’s words echo in my head. “Tell your brother one of your stories, Pam. Keep him entertained.”
 
I would look out the window and immediately conjure something to entertain him. If he stayed interested, I knew I was succeeding.
 
At sixteen years old, I had a lot of support and encouragement to pursue my dream of writing. My parents, my teachers, and my friends all read and re-read my stories. The gift of an electric typewriter made my life much easier. I no longer used my spiral notebooks, unless it was for research. I learned what blood on a manuscript was and I learned not to be so disheartened when my work was bleeding to death.
 
Manila envelopes were mailed back and forth, teachers corrected and re-corrected the grammar before anything was sent out and I became published. Short stories were my thing at the time and I was doing quite well for a high school student.
 
Life, college, marriage, and children put a hold on any form of creative endeavors. The life of an author was put aside. The stories kept torturing me to be put on paper. Years went by and the voices wouldn’t go away.
 
My schedule started to slow down and the voices, the stories started yelling at me and I started writing again. Pieces of scrap paper, napkins, magazine covers, all had scribbles of ideas for stories that just needed to be told.
 
I wrote a book. This time, it was a bit harder. I had no contacts, no knowledge of where to go, who to send it to and off I went to the library. Research time. What to do?
 
After a few reject letters, I finally got an acceptance and after several bleeding edits it went to print.
 
Fifteen year later: It’s a different world. Everything is done electronically. I have for the first time received an electronic edit from an editor. I stared at it. What am I supposed to do with this? It took a few moments but I figured it out. It was a far cry from what I was used to but once I got moving it was awesome!
 
Promoting books are now the responsibility of the author. (Unless of course you are making millions for the publisher) Setting up a web page, social media pages, contact with readers, newsletters, etc. are all required and necessary for putting your name out there.
 
That part I can do. My “day” job is promotion and advertising. But, even with the experience I have I still need to keep my ear to the ground, eyes peeled, because it can change in a heartbeat. It’s a whole new world of publishing and I’m glad I’m in it.
 
Indie authors are no longer shunned. (Unless they don’t produce a professional book) They’re encouraged to self-publish and I’m thrilled. I’ve taken my original published books, re-written them, had them re-edited, and re-released them.
 
Enter the Wilderness Series, which technically is a saga but I stuck with series because originally that is what my original publisher recommended. Across the Wilderness is the first in the time travel series. It has a bit of a cliff-hanger at the end but there are a couple of subtle hints that let the reader know that it’s a happy for now.
 
If you enjoy Native American stories, this has a lot of historical facts and an honest love of Native American culture.
 
Thank you for your time.
Have a good moments day,
Pam Ackerson
 
www.pamelaackerson.com

Pamela Ackerson
 
Bio:
 
Pamela Ackerson’s storytelling all began with her younger brother, creating wonderful children’s stories on vacation trips to keep him occupied. Later, she started writing poems and short stories as a teen.
Born and raised in Newport, RI where history is a way of life, Pam now lives on the Space Coast of Florida where you are encourage to reach for the stars. She’s just a hop, skip, and jump from Orlando and Disney World, where imagination and fantasy abounds. She has three children, all girls, three grandchildren, and a wonderful husband who puts up with her writer quirks.
Pam may have majored in child psychology with a minor in English, but her distinguished choice of careers never made fruition. Instead, life led her to working in restaurants, interior decorating, owning an advertising business, content editor for a publishing house, teaching and owning a ballroom dance studio, and real estate investments. She is a practicing herbalist and has been involved in the use of natural treatment with raw herbs for over thirty years. As her day job, she currently works as the V.P. of Marketing and Advertising for the book review magazine, Affaire de Coeur.
 
Contact Links:
 
Amazon author website:
http://www.amazon.com/Pamela-Ackerson/e/B00QY1ARI4
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Pam@PamelaAckerson.com

Stories that stir within us the unquenchable hope for a better tomorrow.The time travel saga continues with Matthew Standing Deer. Sixteen years ago, Matthew Standing Deer's father was killed in the Little Big Horn battle. He has returned to the past, to the Lakota, to visit with family and friends. All was going well until Matthew arrived at the reservation and all hell broke loose. Death and darkness surround him and the Lakota. Will Matthew survive the tragedy of Wounded Knee; only to watch the end of an era for the home of the braves?

INTERVIEW 13
If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?
-As cliché as it sounds, I would fly.
 
What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?
-I’m always a bit envious of people who can easily get up in front of others, be it to sing, speak, play an instrument… whatever the circumstance. I’m always nervous. I love to sing but can’t do it in public, or at least can’t do it without a near panic attack. I wish I could change it but so far, no luck.
 
When writing descriptions of your hero/ine, what feature do you start with?
-I start with basic decency. There is no superpower that can compete with genuine goodness.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
-I’m a bit of both. I’m happy to sit and write whatever happens to spill out and see where it takes me. There are times, though, when I have something very specific that I will write about and then fill in around it.
 
Did you learn anything from writing this book? If so, what?
-I learned that I enjoy creating a family and social structure in my head. I enjoy walking characters through life events. I learned that even though we crave happy endings, I won’t write one if it doesn’t feel real to the story. I have learned that critique is good even though it’s hard, and not everyone is going to like what I write. I have learned that having a book published creates an instant sense of vulnerability because all of your hard work is now available for anyone to review… and potentially dislike. I have also learned that having readers connect with the characters and content in a meaningful way is one of the most rewarding feelings I’ve ever had. 

GENRE: Historical Fiction
 
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 In defending his life-long friendship with Charlie, Will may have inadvertently had a hand in the growing chaos that leads to the horrifying night when his familiar world is shattered.

When Will Wright, the eighteen year old son of a small-town Arkansas sheep herder in 1905, begins reading his mother’s journal, he is inspired by its startling content to start putting his own experiences to paper for posterity. An unsophisticated but principled young man, Will is becoming increasingly aware of the hatred that exists in the world. When he begins his own journal, Will can’t know what events are to take place in the next five years – from his mother’s battle with a life threatening illness, to his embarrassments of learning how to be in love for the first time, to witnessing Charlie’s fate at the hands of the bigoted townspeople. While part of him wishes the pain in those pages didn’t exist, he knows that the original purpose for keeping the journal has been realized - to show his kin how he became the man he is. He will probably never go back through and read again the pages he’s written, but someday, someone will, and they will see that along with the hurt, Will’s life had been one that knew true joy, absolute love, and undying friendship.
 
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Excerpt One:
 
I’ve only been in this cell for three days, but it feels like a might lot longer than that. I know what I did wasn’t considered proper by most folks down here in the South, but I don’t regret doin’ it. And I’d do it again, if I had the chance. Charlie never did anything wrong. He’s just colored. Not much he can do about that, and even if he could, I suppose he wouldn’t want to anyhow. I didn’t feel it right that Charlie be ignored when all he came to do was buy feed and tools like the rest of us. So when Eli Carver said he don’t take no “colored” money, I thought it best to point out that he must be blind as a bat since Charlie’s dollar and my dollar are both the same shade of green. And when I held the two right in front of Mr. Carver’s face and politely asked him to show me the difference, he later told Sheriff Coleman I was threatenin’ and causin’ a disturbance. When I heard that, it just made my blood boil, and I decided Eli Carver needed to be taught a lesson. I went back to that store, although Charlie tried to get me to leave it be, but the next thing I knew, I was holdin’ Eli a foot off the ground against the door to his very own supply store. If Sheriff Coleman hadn’t been right there, I might have been able to argue my side, but there’s no point arguin’ against proof and common sense. Besides that, Sherriff Coleman is known for his feelin’s about colored people, so I knew I was beat before I started. I suppose I just didn’t care. 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 Shelly Brimley was born in Flagstaff, AZ, where she lived most of her life until moving to Mexico to study abroad. After graduation, Shelly did some volunteer work in Africa and completed her graduate degree while working in an adolescent drug treatment center. After acquiring her Master’s degree, she worked as a counselor at a residential shelter for children who had been smuggled and trafficked into the USA from different countries around the world. She also taught English to adult refugees before resigning to raise her children. Shelly wanted to use her experience working with others as a source of inspiration in her writing, offering a voice for those who are not typically heard or considered.
 
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​GENRE: Mystery
 
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BLURB:
 
Astrologer Julia Bonatti never thought her chosen profession would bring danger into her life, but her outspoken advice in her newspaper column, AskZodia, makes her the target of San Francisco’s recently-arrived cult leader, Reverend Roy of the Prophet’s Tabernacle.  The followers of the power hungry preacher will stop at nothing to quell the voices of those who would stand in his way and Julia’s at the top of his list.  She’s willing to bet the charismatic Reverend is a Mercury-ruled individual, and she knows all too well that Mercury wasn’t just the messenger of the gods, he was a trickster and a liar as well. 
 
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Excerpt One:
 
The second floor hallway was dim, lined with dark wood wainscoting and lit only by a few wall sconces leading to the top of a curving staircase.  A stained glass window filtered outside light onto the landing.  It was only mid-afternoon, but the sky had grown dark, muting the brilliant reds and blues of the window.  Heavy Pacific storms were closing in from the north and San Francisco would be buffeted by wind and rain through the holidays. 
 
At the foot of the stairs, I called to Dorothy.  She didn’t answer but a sweet and toasty aroma filled the foyer.  I followed the short hallway toward the rear of the house and pushed through the swinging door to the kitchen.  At the other end of the room, a wall of windows overlooked the back garden and beyond that, a view of the city and the bay to the north.  Black clouds, roiling and heavy with rain, were visible beyond the Golden Gate and the Marin headlands.  The storm would hit within a few hours. 
 
Dorothy worked at the center island, kneading dough, a full length white apron tied over her loose slacks and long-sleeved red sweater.  She looked up and smiled then spread her dough carefully over the board.  An apple and cinnamon mixture was warming on the stove top and my stomach was reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.  “What are you making?” 
 
“Apple pastries, little turnovers.  I make them every Christmas.  My aunts love them.  I thought it might cheer Evandra up especially . . .”  The sound of a gasoline-powered mower drowned out the rest of Dorothy’s response. 
Dorothy glanced toward the windows.  “Damn.  What’s he doing?” 
 
“The gardener?” 
 
“Yes.  Luis.”  Dorothy walked to the windows and peered out into the garden.  “He probably wants to finish the lawn before the rain starts.” 
 
A low stone wall formed the perimeter of the back garden, delineating an edge where the ground dropped off to a steep cliff marked with rocky outcroppings.  I joined Dorothy at the window and followed her line of sight.  The power mower was running, unattended, butting against the stone wall.  A red bandanna hung from the vibrating handlebar of the machine. 
 
Dorothy looked puzzled.  “He shouldn’t leave that thing like that.  Where did he get off to?”  She tossed her dishtowel on the table, heaved a sigh and opened the back door to the garden. 
 
“Luis . . . Luis,” she called. 
 
I followed her out the door and joined her on the lawn.  The wind was whipping fiercely across the hillside and the sky had grown even darker.  In the distance, the sea churned black in the bay.  Dorothy’s apron billowed like a sail in the wind.  She strode purposefully across the grass to the mower, and hit the control, silencing the monster.  She turned her head to speak to me and hesitated, then turned back and peered over the low wall.  Something had caught her eye.  She was still for a moment and then took two steps backward. 
 
“What is it, Dorothy?” 
 
Her face had drained of color.  “It’s Luis.  He’s down there.”  Her voice quivered.  “I think he’s dead.” 
 

​AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
Connie di Marco is the author of the upcoming Zodiac Mystery series from Midnight Ink featuring San Francisco astrologer, Julia Bonatti.  The Madness of Mercury, first in the series, will be released on June 8, 2016.  Writing as Connie Archer, she’s also the national bestselling author of the Soup Lover’s Mystery series from Berkley Prime Crime.  You can find her excerpts and recipes in both The Cozy Cookbook and The Mystery Writers of America Cookbook.  She is a member of Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers and Sisters in Crime.  You can visit her at her website:  www.conniedimarco.com, or Facebook.com/ConniediMarco (Author) and Twitter: @askzodia. 
 
 
Buy links for The Madness of Mercury:
 
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Tell us about yourself:

What was your first book?
An anthology of short stories - Twenty Short Stories – Michael Ross

Describe your first break.
It was actually wandering into a creative writing class in the next valley, and meeting an inspirational teacher who encouraged me to write.


What is your favorite genre to read? To write?
Either mystery thrillers or feel good romances, although truthfully I love writing short stories (I was a bit greedy there – wasn't I?)

Are Happy Endings are must in your stories? Definitely not a must. With short stories especially I love to leave my endings open ended.

What makes a protagonist interesting? Vulnerability and inner strength.

What is the best thing about being a writer? Getting to know and understand your characters.

What is the worst thing? Not matter how much effort you put in the end result is never quite good enough.

Pantser or plotter? I do not plot – I let the characters tell me the story.

What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.
I have now started on the third book in the Out Of Hand series (number two is already 'in the bag' and comes out around November) I have a feel good romance coming out in July, Chasing What's Already Gone, which I loved writing, and a new anthology of short stories out later this year.

Just for fun

Cat or dog person? Both, but we have a rescue dog Wolfie, who is a big part of my life.

Favorite food? Sea bass and ice cream

Favorite book? Cloud Atlas

Favorite movie? Dances with Wolves

Favorite holiday? Gdansk – I adore Poland a wonderful country, for a longer holiday a month travelling around Italy

Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why? The villain – I would make a lousy princess.

Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits?  Hobbits

GENRE: Thriller
 
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 When an old friend disappears, Martin learns nothing is what it seems…

Martin Russell can barely face the future. With dismal life prospects and an estranged family, he is at the end of his rope. When an old friend, Hannah, elbows her way back into his life, Martin’s luck begins to turn around.

Hidden within the shadows of evil, there must be some good…

Ex-policeman Bobby Tanner lost everything one rage-filled night. Now he runs a reading group for alcoholics where he meets a young drug dealer, Zack, who disturbs him in a way that’s hard to define. Bobby soon discovers the teenager is in over his head and has been dealing with a despicable individual known as The Chemist.

The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine…

Martin’s lucky streak begins to unravel when Hannah suddenly goes missing, and he turns to a friend of a friend, Bobby, for help. Thrust into an underworld empire of corruption and half-truths, he learns his friend may not be who he thought she was.

In a shadowed world of deception, stalkers, and despicable drug dealers, Bobby and Martin must uncover the truth, and fast…

Several lives depend on it.
 
 
Excerpt Nine:
 
A large part of The Chemist’s wealth came from something that started out as a petty sideline but now provided an ever increasing income—money lending, loan sharking, pawn broking. It served a double purpose. Obviously it created wealth, but it also increased the footfall of deprived humanity passing through the front door of Shortcross Drive. This meant that when the police did a stop-and-search on visitors leaving The Chemist’s house, all they found were small amounts of cash in new white envelopes. Positive feedback within the local police force went up the line, and it was duly noted that local drug related problems were on the decline. Statistics made fine reading at County Hall and everyone was happy. No matter how much Mario increased the interest rates to his borrowers, people paid their debts. It was an undisputed fact. No matter how much financial difficulty The Chemist’s borrowers were in, they always found a way to pay up. If anybody at County Hall had bothered to correlate the figures, they could
surely not have missed the numbers showing that criminal break-ins and burglaries within a twenty mile radius had increased even more markedly.
 
The largest amount Mario had ever lent to one person was £1,000. It went to a young local tearaway who was quite happy to agree to repay Mario the sum of £1,200 within three days. The young thug duly turned up on the Friday with the cash and a nice bottle of champagne to go with it. Next day, while Mario was sitting down with his copy of The Sun, he read that there had been a robbery at a Post Office in the Peak District, and that the Post Mistress was in a coma after being attacked with a sledge hammer. The paper stated that the thieves got away with over £6,000. Mario felt something akin to parental pride. Mario carried on lending monkeys and tons to his regulars until he received a phone call that came out of the blue. The request came as something of a shock, even to Mario’s fireproof ears.
 
“Hello, my name’s Jeremy. I’d rather not go into any more detail over the phone, but I was given your name by Eddie Parsons.”
 
Eddy Parsons, The Peak District thief.
 
The rather snooty voice continued, “I want to borrow ten-thousand pounds for ten days. I can pay you back the second of next month. Guaranteed.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
It was a strange and twisting road that led to the publication of my first novel. From my humble beginnings, as an office clerk, to ownership of a multi-million dollar business I always maintained my love for literature.
 
Born and raised in Bristol, England. I spent most of my life in business, my companies turning over in the region of $500 million. The majority of that time marketing cars, eventually owning the largest Saab specialist in the world, before a bitter divorce forced me rethink my priorities. Particularly between 2003 and 2005 when I had to accept that I was no longer a millionaire but literally penniless. I avoided bankruptcy by the skin of my teeth and slowly rebuilt my life.
 
This led me to the life changing decision to leave the bustling city and move to live halfway up a mountain in the Welsh valleys. At the same time I started a part time six year English Literature course at Bristol University, and attended creative writing classes at Cardiff University. I left school at sixteen and this was my first taste of further education and an immense challenge.
 
I eventually adjusted my thinking to the academic life, and on 30 June 2015 had confirmation of my 2.1(Hons) degree from Bristol University. At the same time I also won the prestigious Hopkins Prize for my essay on Virginia Woolf and the unsaid within her text. Now the university courses are finished it will, with any luck, gives me plenty of extra time that I can devote to my fiction writing.
 
Thanks to the university experiences, my interest in English literature has flourished over recent years. Hopefully I have evolved as a writer from my earlier work in short stories (over ninety of them.) Although interestingly my first three novels have all been developed from a long forgotten short story.
 
Life is, once again, very good, and I live very happily halfway up a mountain, in the Welsh Valleys, with my wonderful partner Mari, and our rescue dog Wolfie.
 
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Goodreads    Mike Ross

Book Blurb:
This is more than just a game...to her
Sports broadcaster Brooks Smith has always been more involved with the game than the players. But after she shares the spotlight at an awards ceremony with tabloid sensation Jonas Nash, one night of letting her guard down around the infamous quarterback spirals into many heated days and nights together when she gets assigned to the story of the year…
The hottest player in professional football is hiding a secret that could end his career for good. Now Brooks is caught on the sidelines between the job she loves and the man she is falling in love with.

Excerpt #2: 
“I’m assigned to the Kentuckians, not to one player.” Brooks sat up straighter in her chair. Hard gaze or not, these two were not going to derail her assignment. With the veritable all-access pass she had with the team, she could create real buzz. Maybe land a spot at the network sports desk or maybe even in the booth during games. “I can’t report on the other players if I’m all the way in—” she looked from man to man.

“Hyde Park,” Jonas said, reluctantly. The neighborhood was a ten-minute drive from the training camp facility. Not so far away she couldn’t report on what was going on, but something was off about this request.

“And several team staffers will be on hand, talking to the boys about nutrition and proper training as well as the sport fundamentals,” Earl added. “Think of it as a team training camp, but with an emphasis on kids, not professional athletes.”
With the right angle, this could be something the network would be interested in. There were several initiatives the league was involved in to get kids more active, and this camp sounded like a way to bridge league and team programs. But it could just as easily be covered by the local affiliate. They didn’t need her, and she did need an interview with Jonas. “Why me?”

Earl studied her for a long moment, which was odd because Jonas seemed to be making a point of not looking at her. Not even a sideways glance. His chocolate-brown eyes were focused on the corner wall seam as if something magical might appear at any moment. Weird. He’d had no problem giving her a hard time in the locker room yesterday. He might not like her reporter side, but he liked other parts of her. After yesterday’s locker room incident, Brooks knew where she stood on the personal like-o-meter of Jonas Nash.

The thought sent a shiver of excitement up her spine.

She wouldn’t do anything with the knowledge; she’d stopped dating jocks in high school. But it was still nice to be noticed by a man like Jonas.

“The interview.”

Brooks’s breath caught in her throat. “I get the interview when you get the coverage for the charity camp.”

“It’s not a charity, these kids deserve better than pot-holed streets disguised as basketball courts or football fields.” Finally, Jonas joined the conversation, although he still wasn’t looking directly at her. Instead, those deep, deep eyes were fixed on something just above Brooks’s head.

“Again, not my assignment. I’m the beat reporter assigned to report on your team, not your charity work.”

Jonas clenched his jaw. “You can report on the charity work or you can deal with a locker room full of men who won’t give you the time of day through early February,” he said. “Assuming we’re playing for the championship.”

“You can’t shut me out.”

“Oh, you can walk that fine ass into the lockers any time. Finding someone who will talk to you, that’s a whole other subject.”
 
Buy Links:
                       
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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/protecting-the-quarterback-kristina-knight/1122856806?ean=9780373609598
                       
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Author Bio:
Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way, she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.
Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!


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Simply the Best: A Collection of International Digital Award Winning Romances
by L.A. Sartor, Laurel O’Donnell, Kathy L Wheeler, Dale Mayer,
Charity Tahmaseb, Cynthia A Clement
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 GENRE:  Multi-genre
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 This collection of multi-genre romances features winning novels from the International Digital Awards, including historical, suspense/thriller, short historical, contemporary, paranormal, and young adult. Simply the Best of all worlds!
 
Haunted by Death ~ Dale Mayer
 
Death haunts anthropologist Meg Pearce…
 
In her last summer before college, an innocent camping trip ended in a friend’s disappearance…and destroyed her life.
 
Angel’s Assassin ~ Laurel O’Donnell
 
When Damien enters Aurora’s life, tempting her with promises of dark passion and forbidden lust, he threatens to tear her peaceful world apart with shadowy secrets of his own.
 
Be Mine This Christmas Night ~ L. A. Sartor
 
At Christmas, finding love and a family seems even more possible…unless you’re keeping a secret.
 
A Hunter 4 Rescue ~ Cynthia Clement
 
Worlds Apart. Joined by Love
 
A unit of elite alien warriors, known as Hunters, crash lands on earth and their leader is torn between getting his men to safety or protecting the human woman he has bonded with.
 
The Fine Art of Keeping Quiet ~ Charity Tahmaseb
 
Sometimes staying silent is the biggest lie of all
 
No one expects the girl who has mastered the art of keeping quiet to join the speech team. But Jolia does. When a crush-worthy rival offers to coach her in secret, she can't say no. But secrets have a price, and this one might cost Jolia everything.
 
The Mapmaker’s Wife ~ Kathy L Wheeler
 
In the midst of his worn-torn country, love posed the greater danger.
 
A flippant proposal and an attack on her person finds one young woman married to the mapmaker who only needs someone to take control of his ungovernable child. Feelings quickly shift into something less platonic and when the enemy gains vital secrets, her suspicions land her in jail.
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from The Mapmaker’s Wife ~ Kathy L Wheeler
 
 
A soft smile played over her lips to a distracting degree. Exactly one of the reasons he worked himself to exhaustion. “I suspect that’s precisely the reason she does it.”
 
He frowned. “Because I tell her not to?”
 
“No. She’s created a bond of sorts. She’s realized you won’t leave her unattended. It’s easy to see she craves your attention.”
 
A swift shock of anger hit him in the chest. “That’s ridiculous.”
 
“Is it?” She snipped the thread and tucked her project in a basket at her feet.
 
Her mouth firmed and it occurred to him, he spent way too much time contemplating her lips.
 
“It doesn’t matter; we shall be spending more time at the chapel.”
 
“The—” He stopped. Went over to Trudy and lifted her gently. He gazed down at the child God saw fit to leave in his keeping. Firelight danced over pure features, so innocent in sleep. Perhaps Elizabeth was right. With Anne gone, he was all Trudy had. God’s own miracle in his arms.
 
An angel. Ha! Dark angel, more like. “Yes, well. It certainly can’t hurt.” He carried Trudy to the door and turned back to Elizabeth from beneath the arch. “You’ve more than earned your way today. Go to bed.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
This multi-author boxed set will be sold for $0.99 cents.
 
Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author known for her page turning plotlines and heartwarming characters. A prolific writer, she specializes in Romantic Suspense, but also writes thrillers, comedy, and contemporary romances.
 
http://www.dalemayer.com
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Award winning author Kathy L Wheeler loves travel, fantasy football, NBA and musical theatre. As an avid reader of romance and patron of the theatre, her main sources of inspiration come mostly from an over-active imagination. Kathy writes contemporary and historical romance, from sweet to spicy.
 
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L.A. Sartor is a bestselling, award-winning author. She began telling stories around the age of 4 when her mother, at L.A.’s insistence, wrote them down and L.A. illustrated them. As an adult, she writes suspense and action-adventure novels with a dash of romance, and screenplays—she's had a contracted adaptation!  She lives in Colorado with her husband whom she met on a blind date.  L.A. loves to travel and thinks life is an adventure and we should embrace the journey. 
 
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Laurel O'Donnell is a best selling author and has won numerous awards for her medieval romances, including the International Digital Award and the Holt Medallion Award.
 
Website -http://www.laurel-odonnell.com/
Facebook -https://www.facebook.com/LaurelODonnell.author/
Twitter -https://twitter.com/laurelodonnell
 
 
Charity Tahmaseb has slung corn on the cob for Green Giant and jumped out of airplanes (but not at the same time). She’s worn both Girl Scout and Army green. These days, she writes fiction (short and long) and works as a technical writer.
 
Website/blog -https://writingwrongs.wordpress.com/
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Twitter -https://twitter.com/geekgirlx2
 
Cynthia Clement is an award winning author who began writing when she was a teenager. Her novels reflect her love of romance, strong honorable heroes, and suspense intertwined with the intriguing and unexplained.
 
Website -http://www.cynthiaclement.com/
Facebook -https://www.facebook.com/Cynthia-A-Clement-Author-124053354459215/?ref=hl
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Tell us about yourself:
I am an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. I have four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and have written nearly thirty books. My genre diversity offers readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.

What was your first book?
The first book I wrote was a romantic suspense titled Life Sentence, but this wasn’t the first book I published. The first book I published was Ties That Bind in May 2011.

Describe your first break.
I guess I’d have to say it was the fall of 2011 when Ties that Bind hit the best-seller list on Amazon for the police procedural genre. It continued to meet with success and climbed to the top 5 in that genre by the following spring. I have since grown my readership and am full of gratitude every day as I’m living my passion.

What is your favorite genre to read? To write?
 To read: police procedural mysteries, thrillers, and the occasional cozy.
To write: The same as above, plus action adventure. I just find it hard to find good action-adventure reads, though, so if you know of any, be sure to mention them in a comment.

Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?
 I’d say so. However, the book I am currently working on for release in the fall, will likely have many people in tears at the end. And it’s an ending that will stay with people long after they’re finished reading, that is for sure.

What makes a protagonist interesting?
 I’d say if I can relate to them. If they have redeemable qualities about them, but at the same time, you wouldn’t might shaking them up now and then. Interesting quirks to their personalities, what they stand for…

What is the best thing about being a writer?
All of it! I’d be remiss not to mention having my work read by people around the world! I love this and it’s so humbling.

What is the worst thing?
You put hours into a manuscript, sacrificing time with friends and family, and spend thousands in editing, but it still doesn’t guarantee everyone will love your work.

Pantser or plotter?
Panster all the way! I can get up to write in the morning and have no idea where I’m going to start, but as soon as I sit down, open my program, and place my hands on the keyboard, the words flow.

What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.
 I am open to the flow of life, but I’ve got my eyes on that New York Times best-selling list, I tell you! As for what you can expect? Just more high-quality reads that will entertain and make you think at the same time.


Just for fun

Cat or dog person?
Dogs!

Favorite food?
Pizza.

Favorite book?
Violated! :D lol

Favorite movie?
Romancing the Stone

Favorite holiday?
Somewhere next to the ocean.

Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why?
Oh, tease… Both, yes, I like the idea of both! LOL How about a princess who is a villain? She can be all cute…but deadly. :D

Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits?
 I don’t know what orcs are! Lol And, well, aren’t hobbits kind of wrinkled and funny-looking?

GENRE:  Police Procedural, Thriller
 
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 Sometimes the past should stay there…

The murder is one of the most heinous Brandon Fisher has ever seen, but that’s not why it has his and his colleagues’ attention. The FBI’s interested because the prime suspect is one of their own, Paige Dawson.

But Paige didn’t go to Valencia, California to kill anyone. She had set out on “vacation”—her new lover in tow—only to confront the man who had raped her friend twenty-some years ago. While the hands of the law are tied, she wants him to face the fact that he destroyed a young woman’s life and know that, as an FBI agent, she’ll be watching his every move. But instead of accomplishing her goal, she wound up in the back of a police cruiser.

Now Paige must face off with a hard-nosed detective determined to stick a murder charge to a fed. But with the trained eyes of the FBI on the case, it’s becoming more and more obvious that the evidence lends itself to a serial killing, not an isolated incident. And as long as the local authorities are focused on Paige, the real murderer is still out there, possibly waiting to strike again…
 
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Excerpt One:
 
MONDAY, AUGUST 24TH, 11:10 PM PACIFIC TIME
CANYON COUNTRY, CALIFORNIA
 
THE MARK WAS IN HIS FORTIES, had no kids, and worked a white-collar job. Average height, average looks. Nothing was truly memorable about him except for his uncommon first name, and that was only because it belonged to a character from a popular eighties movie.
 
Ferris Hall.
 
She had followed him to some honky-tonk in Canyon Country, an unsavory location at any time of day, but factor in the late hour and it was even worse. But Ferris had chosen this dive as his hunting ground. Women were easier to lure in with a little chemical persuasion, and that was easy to pass off around here.
 
He entered the bar with head held high, his back straight, the tease of a smirk on his lips—the end of the evening a foregone conclusion in his mind. He was sipping on his first bourbon, though he was acting as if he was on his third by slurring his words and talking loudly. He’d even thrown a sway into his swagger. Somehow he always managed to make his eyes look bloodshot, too, furthering the charade. And the women would come. And the women would fall for his tricks.
 
Tonight, she’d be that woman, but she’d be his last. He had to learn there was a price to pay for his actions.
 
She was sitting down the bar from him. Occasionally, he’d pass her a look—the predatory kind that made her blood boil. She smiled at him, doing her best to convey carnal hunger with her gaze, smearing on a seductive curve to her lips. She dipped her finger into her manhattan and sucked on it—the cherry juice sweet, the whiskey bitter.
 
Ferris was off his stool and sidling up her to within three seconds.
 
The ruse worked every time. It also helped that she exploited what nature had given her—a slender frame and shapely legs. High heels accentuated her well-defined calf muscles, and men stared when she walked into a room. When she paired even higher stilettos with a short skirt and crossed her legs, men’s mouths tended to fall open. She utilized all these virtues tonight.
She flashed another sultry smile, and he lifted his glass toward her before tilting his own back and draining it. He set it back on the bar and knocked on it to get the bartender’s attention.
 
“I’ll have another on the rocks and—” he rolled his head toward her “—get the lady whatever she’d like.”
 
Time to feign innocence and flattery.
 
She waved a dismissive hand in his direction. “I really shouldn’t.”
 
She saw the quick look he gave her glass before meeting her eyes again. “Nonsense. Please, it would be my treat.”
 
If she stripped his voice of its candy-coated tone, his words were pushy and controlling.
 
“Well”—she angled her glass, showing how little of her drink she had left—“only if you’re sure.”
If she had actually been given a chance to prove her acting skills, she could be living in a sprawling mansion by now.
 
“Absolutely. What will it be?” Ferris asked, a grin teasing his lips as he tugged down on his left earlobe. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out what was going on. Ferris was asking for something “special” to be added to her drink—the “special” being some kind of date-rape drug.
 
She lifted her glass to the bartender. “Another manhattan.”
 
“Coming right up.” The tender left to make their drinks, and she watched him, taking the time to calm her heartbeat and flow of adrenaline.
 
“I like a woman who can handle her whiskey.” Ferris was looking quite comfortable beside her now. He was fully facing her, his left elbow perched on the counter, and he wasn’t discreet about his drifting gaze, which gravitated to her thighs.
 
“What can I say? I’m a little whiskey girl.” The words from the country song rolled off her tongue, cinching her gut, but she had to do what was necessary to pull him in.
 
“Toby Keith,” he said.
 
“Pardon?”
 
“Toby Keith.” He pointed to a speaker on the ceiling. “The singer who sings that one.”
 
“Ah, yes.” And here, she thought she was doing well by knowing it was even a country song. She smiled at him again. He truly thought of himself as a woman’s man.
 
Pathetic.
 
“Have I seen you here before?” he asked.
 
She dipped her head.
 
“I knew it. I never forget a beautiful face. So what’s your name?”
 
“Names really aren’t important, are they, baby?” She extended her hand, her long, narrow fingers bowing before him in feminine elegance.
 
“Oh, she’s mysterious. I like it.” He kissed the back of her hand, and she was proud of herself for not rolling her eyes.
 
The bartender returned and placed their drinks in front of them. “Here you go.”
 
From her observations, Ferris seemed to keep a running tab here. Rape now, pay later?
 
Oh, and Ferris would pay…
 
“You never told me your name,” she said, falling into her role.
 
“Oh, I can tell you mine, but you can’t—”
 
“Uh-huh.” She sucked on the tip of her finger again.
 
“Ferris.” He still held onto her other hand, and she pulled it back shyly.
 
“Are you from around here?” she asked, resorting to the necessity of small talk.
 
“I just fly in from time to time for business.”
 
“Ah.” She’d have to call upon her acting skills for this performance. She knew he lived less than three miles away from this place. “What business?”
 
He tapped his jacket pockets, then slid a hand inside one. “How embarrassing. I don’t have any cards with me. Besides, I don’t really want to bore you. Why don’t we talk about you?” He leaned toward her and lifted his rocks glass. “To a fun night.”
 
“To one we won’t remember.”
 
They toasted, and he took a long pull of the amber liquid. She pressed her own glass to her lips and pretended to take a sip.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
CAROLYN ARNOLD is the international best-selling and award-winning author of the Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher, and McKinley Mystery series. She is the only author with POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT.™
 
Carolyn was born in a small town, but that doesn’t keep her from dreaming big. And on par with her large dreams is her overactive imagination that conjures up killers and cases to solve. She currently lives in a city near Toronto with her husband and beagle. She is also a member of Crime Writers of Canada.
 
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Tell us about yourself:
My CV is --68 yrs. Married 45 years, 6'3" More or less good health--Now then I assume you want something a little less chilly, so I am a ne'er-do-well scribbler who lives off the largess of my eternally patient wife. Through her kindness and former position in the U.S Air Force I have traveled around the world, including three years in Spain, four years in Germany, and three years in Italy, Also three years in Virginia, six long years in Indiana, and shorter stents elsewhere. I read voraciously and omnivorously.  Been an actor, librarian, brick layer, store clerk, taxi driver, carpenter and a few dozen other things. I'll talk to anybody about anything.


What was your first book?
My first book was a strange fantasy about a man who could stop war by simply saying Stop! It is called Other Doors and it is available from Rogue Phoenix Press, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. Because the story was so different and because no one had ever heard of me I couldn't get anyone to publish it so I put a publishing company together to do it myself. Mouse Prints Publishing.  I have sold hundreds of copies of OD on Military bases around the world. I have the honor of being able to say that since OD came out in 1996 it has gone to every war zone in the world. There are still times now when uniformed strangers see me selling books and greet me with the words "Peace be with you." which is a tag line from the book.


Describe your first break.
Hard question. Not sure I have had one yet, though when Rogue Phoenix picked up Other Doors and re-published it that was somewhat of a break. Still, I have yet to get on a best seller list and most of my sales have come from me going out to Book fairs and swap meets and gift shows. I've sold a lot of books like that.

What is your favorite genre to read? To write?
I don't really have a favorite genre, though I used to read a lot of science fiction and fantasy, but even then I read all kinds of stuff. Like I said before I'm omnivorous. I'm also a historian so I also read quite a bit of history and philosophies of history. As to what I write, I have books in several genre. Other Doors  is fantasy, but unlike any other out there, Design my second book is "Soft Science Fiction" which means that the story is more important than the hardware. Sometimes in Dreams is a kind of a twisted romance. World Without End  is hard to classify. I'd say fantasy but again, no elves or magicians. It is a story about a drought. Then comes Train wheels, flying saucers and the ghost of Tiburcio Vasquez, which is a volume of short stories. They are fantasy adventures that all start in bars and end in bars. They are amusing.
And now comes Serpents and Doves which is straight ahead literature like East of Eden, or The Sun Also Rises.  I have even been compared to Hemingway a couple of times, especially in Sometimes in Dreams which is set in Venice like Papa's Across the River and into the Trees.


Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?
No. Though to me "happy ending" is a tough concept. A Happy ending could be when everybody dies at the end. And what might be thought of as a happy ending, "they marry, have two kids and live together for fifty years," might be more tragic than happy.


What makes a protagonist interesting?
Reality. Good guys aren't always completely good and bad guys aren't always completely bad. A good protagonist is a mix of good and bad, smart and stupid; lucky and unlucky. Humanity. If the reader is convinced that the protagonist could be him or herself that makes it interesting.


What is the best thing about being a writer?
Creation. I love being the god of the worlds I create. I like having power, but some of my best stories are of people dumped into situations where their power is curtailed or bent.

What is the worst thing?
I have two answers for that. The worst thing is that I have trouble getting my mind to focus so I end up procrastinating which makes me feel bad--depressed, But once I get to it and begin working the worst thing is killing off characters. I am very much like God the creator in that I love all my creatures, even those who sometimes aren't so lovable, and I hate having to kill them off even when it has to be done. I will freely admit I often cry when I have to kill someone off.

Pantser or plotter?
Another question that doesn't really fit me. I guess I would have to say Pantser because I don't outline anything. I often will scribble down notes of what I want to include in the book but it isn't really an outline. I know where I want to start and where I want to end but the middle is kind of a crap shoot.

What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.
My direction is going to be more of the same, but I am currently working on a movie script from my first novel Other Doors  I would really like to find a producer willing to make a movie about peace rather than the usual battles. I am trying hard to promote peace in the world. I am also working on the follow up book from Other Doors.  It is called The Jewel Within the Flame. It is about a third finished.
Here's a little taste of the beginning of the script--

OTHER DOORS
A Screen Play from the Novel
SCENE-- FLICKERING TORCH LIT INTERIOR OF A CAVE, SLIMY WALLS, SOUND OF WATER DRIPPING.
Ben Fordham, Large well built man of 35 who is unconscious, is chained to a carven stone throne,
ANGLE ON FORDHAM'S FACE AS HE OPENS HIS EYES, STARTLED. HE TRIES TO GET FREE AND CAN'T BECAUSE HE IS CHAINED/STRAPPED TO A STONE CHAIR LIKE A THRONE. He looks around and catches a glimpse of his left forearm.
 
ANGLE down at his left arm, which is covered with a very elaborate tattoo. Fordham shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs and remember where the tattoo came from. The sound of marching feet echoing in the cavern makes him snap his head up.
 
ANGLE on entrance opening from another part of the cave-- A troop of 5 men in Romanesque armor, four carrying spears the fifth clearly an officer/commander calls them to a halt.
 
GUARD CAPTAIN
Steps forward unlocks cuffs and leg irons, steps back.
Prisoner, Stand.
FORDHAM HESITATES A MOMENT THEN TRIES TO OBEY BUT IS APPARENTLY TOO WEAK.
GUARD CAPTAIN
(More roughly)
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GENRE:  Literary Fiction
 
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Stephen Mitchell did not know what he was getting into at a small church college in Tennessee. Sex, protest, friendship, and Civil rights. The title “Serpents and Doves” comes from the warning Jesus gave to his disciples as he sent them out to preach the gospel, knowing the dangers they were going into. He said “I send you out as sheep among wolves, therefore be wise as serpents and harmless as doves.” Stephen Mitchell learns first-hand what that warning means when he goes to a Tennessee church college in the midst of the turbulent 60’s. He learns about friendship, war, protest, the sexual revolution, and civil rights.
 
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 Excerpt One:
 
Ethan’s suicide rocked the school, but not nearly as much as Stephen expected. The New Jersey and New York folks mostly didn’t know anything about Ethan or the BSU so they noted the suicide as a bit of news, but it didn’t effect them much.  There was some anti-homosexual noise and the inevitable nasty jokes, but Ethan Patrick’s passing caused no more than a ripple for the most part.
 
There was some noise and protest from the Mason First Baptist Church when Billie Jo asked them to hold the funeral service, but finally they said they would bury him, but not in the church cemetery. They ignored the fact of his suicide and the reasons for it and held a small service. Stephen debated with himself whether he should go.   He had about decided not to when Cathy Powell cornered him and asked if he would go with her.  “I really don’t have the strength Steve,” she said. “I’m just a wreck. Can’t you please come with me?” 
 
Stephen seriously thought about saying, Why don’t you go ask David Hall? But didn’t say it.  “All right. I’ll meet you at the church.”
 
She smiled sadly, but Stephen thought he saw just the smallest glimmer of triumph in it.
 
The coffin was set across the aisle in front of the altar. Closed. It was silvery gray and looked more like a large tin can than a coffin. The congregation was small, mostly people from the BSU but a few from Beacon’s faculty including Dr. Conners and Dr. Marchant. Having the Pope there was no surprise. Probably here to make sure the sumbitch is really dead, Stephen thought, and then felt bad about thinking it.
 
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 
G. Lloyd Helm has been writing for 40 years, having published poetry in a wide variety of magazines and newspapers including “The New York Poetry Anthology,” “Stars and Stripes News,” “The Los Angeles Times,” “The Antelope Valley Press,” and “The Antelope Valley Anthologies,” among others. 
 
… Has published short stories and memoirs both in the US and in England in such journals as “Pligrimage” which published the memoir “Football” in spring 2005, and a second memoir “4 April, 1968” in the winter of 2008.  He has published short stories in “Citadel” the literary magazine of Los Angeles City College,” “Delivered Magazine,” which is based in London, “Short Story Library,” The University of S. Illinois’ “Eureka Literary Magazine,” “Tales as like as not,” and London’s “Black Gate Magazine.”  Recently published “Even Up” a Civil War Ghost story at www.ruthlesspeoples.com, an English on line magazine, and the short story “A Lovely Elephant” in “Delivered Magazine” an English fiction journal. “The Other Fellows Shoes,” Pulp Empire III, Metahuman Press, Cedar Rapids, IA Nov. 2010. Is being published in an on line experiment from Alfie Dog Publishing in England. May 2012.
 
…Has published three novels in the F&SF field, 1) OTHER DOORS, From MousePrints Publishing, and 2) DESIGN from American Star. 3) WORLD WITHOUT END from Rogue Phoenix Press, www.roguephoenixpress.com  OTHER DOORS, originally published in 1997, was published electronically by Rogue Phoenix Press in July 2010. Also Published a literary Romance novel called SOMETIMES IN DREAMS, from Siren’s call. Most recently a volume of short stories called TRAIN WHEELS, FLYING SAUCERS, AND THE GHOST OF TIBURCIO VASQUEZ. Many of these stories appear on the Alfie Dog site.
 
…Is in process of publishing an adult literary novel called SERPENTS AND DOVES with Rogue Phoenix Press, which will be out in May 2016.
 
 
LINKS:
 
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2809594.G_Lloyd_Helm
http://www.amazon.com/G.-Lloyd-Helm/e/B007QEJNDI
BUY LINK
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Tell us about yourself:
 My name is Suzanne Adams and I teach people how to live a life of fulfillment and happiness.  I am an best selling Author, Motivational Speaker, and Life Purpose Consultant. I love to have fun and do everything I can to encourage people to follow their dreams and to align with their life purpose!

What was your first book?
 Musings of an Earth Angel


Describe your first break.
 I was selected to be a speaker and have my book featured at the Hay House World Summit this year.  At the summit I am speaking along side of many of my mentors and 20 plus best selling authors, including Deepak Chopra!  I am so excited, humbled, and honored. Last year over 1 million people signed up for the summit.



What is your favorite genre to read? To write?
 I love reading book series.  I love trilogies in general, especially YA trilogies.  That is why I decided to write one. I also love inspirational books and stories.


Are Happy Endings are must in your stories?
 I love a happy uplifting message, but am still undecided on how I feel about a happy ending being a must.  My fist book definitely ends in an unexpected cliff hanger.


What makes a protagonist interesting?
 When she is authentic and shows the reader her quirks and her true personality.


What is the best thing about being a writer?
The ability to create magic and bring joy to others!

What is the worst thing?
I am not sure yet.


Pantser or plotter?
 Definitely a panster, I mean I have an idea of where things will go in my head, but I allow something greater to come through me and just see what comes out!

What do you see the direction of your future writing taking? What can we expect next? Give us a little taste.

I am working on the second book in the trilogy now and I expect the entire trilogy will one day be a movie too! J

Just for fun

Cat or dog person?
Dog

Favorite food?
Hard to say, I love to eat and love delicious and healthy meals, but also love a good pizza too.

Favorite book?
Hunger Games

Favorite movie?
 4 Christmases

Favorite holiday?
 Christmas

Would you rather be the princess or the villain? Why?
 Definitely the princess, because I believe that the truth is we can all be a princess of our own life and our own destiny.

Who has more fun, orcs or hobbits?
 Hobbits

GENRE: Young Adult/New Adult
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22-year-old Samantha Kingston had the perfect job, perfect boyfriend, and perfect Friday nights. When disaster strikes she loses everything and is propelled into a journey where evil and good, dark and light are battling for her destiny. Will the Demon Brigade viciously destroy her? Or will her Angel team and the Divine help her to elevate and see her real truth as an Earth Angel? 
 
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 Excerpt One:
 
I had heard of being possessed by demons, but I never thought I would be so lucky as to get to have the experience firsthand. Once again, I could feel my body trembling and that strange bitter saliva building in my throat. I needed an exit strategy—and fast. I’d learned to expect and accept crazy episodes, but I had hoped I could at least enjoy Rose’s birthday dinner out with my friends.
 
Sweat trickled down my forehead, and I pushed my chair away from the dinner table and staggered to my feet. Rose grabbed me by the forearm. She and the others had already enjoyed three bottles of Prosecco; and the night was just getting started at La Lune et La Soleil, the hot new restaurant in midtown.
 
Rose raised her voice above the clink of glasses and hum of conversation. “Where are you going? Jacob’s just getting to the good part. You gotta listen.”
 
With sweat now dripping down my cheeks and the back of my neck, I sat back down as Jacob continued with his crazy story. He’d been over served at a party a few weeks ago and jumped into a parked cop car. The keys were somehow still in the ignition, and he drove through town shouting at random people through the car’s megaphone. Then he somehow managed to escape without the local cop tracing him. He’d gotten away scot-free—so far.
 
The waiter brought over the first course and Ken, a good friend to both Rose and me, proposed another toast. “To the beautiful birthday girl and to another great year of us all having fun together!”
 
I raised my glass of sparkling water—I could barely stay sane as it was these days and was terrified to think how my body would react to alcohol, at least for now anyway. Woozily, I toasted my dearest friend as best as I could. I fought to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head and almost dropped my glass.
 
“Whoa!” Ken said. “You sure that’s just sparkling water?”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
 Suzanne Adams is an author, motivational speaker and Life Purpose
consultant from Atlanta this is sharing her zest for life with audiences around the globe. She believes that having fun and following your passion are the keys to finding true happiness and she's passionate about helping unlock what that means for you.
 
Suzanne's purpose is to teach people how to live a life of fulfillment and joy. She does this through teaching you her proven 5 step process to attract happiness and freedom into your life. Her first book, Musings of an Earth Angel, was just published this fall. You can connect with Suzanne here. (www.suzanneadamsauthor.com)
 
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