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December 21, 2017
Audio book is live!!
The audiobook for 1888 The Ripper File is available on iTunes and Audible!
November 14, 2017
Audio book
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September 21, 2017
New Projects
I am currently working on the next book in the Paranormal Institute Series. Soon you will have a chance to get an exclusive short story that is a prequel.
I have also started to write a sweet romance under a pen name that I am going to try to pitch to publishers.
It is time to get back to work!
I have also started to write a sweet romance under a pen name that I am going to try to pitch to publishers.
It is time to get back to work!
May 19, 2015
Anubis Amulet
The second book in the timewalker series will be the Anubis Amulet. Olivia and the crew are traveling to 1920's Egypt to stop Lord McDonald from continuing his nefarious plot against the timewalkers. Here is a sneak peek.....
Prologue
Lord McDonald sits in the leather chair sipping a fine scotch out of a cut crystal glass staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace. He looks over at the fine panel of stained glass windows that stretch across the library of his fortress falcon crest. Lord McDonald sighs and turns back to the flames the familiar images engraved in those windows bringing back memories of his most glaring failure. Beaten by the Timewalkers and the mere slip of a girl who was supposed to be his. The demon Lord Cabachon still assured him that the final scene so artfully displayed in that pane of glass could still come to pass. He could still rule with her as his Queen.
Lord McDonald pounds his fist on the table next to him rattling the decanter and glass that sit there. The familiar rage builds in him as he looks back at his last few attempts to wrest control of the historical timeline back from the Timewalkers. He has gone back and forward in time trying to change the fateful events that occurred in that field. His efforts continuously thwarted by the Timewalkers.
Lord McDonald smiles to himself stroking the amulet that hangs from a wrought gold chain around his neck. He and the demon prince Cabachon have concocted a new plan to bring the Timewalkers to their knees and make Olivia his. Lord McDonald closes his eyes and believes he can taste the exquisiteness of her power running through him, knowing that he can use it to crush the Timewalkers for the final time.
The demon has told him of an ancient artifact owned by the Pharaohs that will allow Lord McDonald to have a powerful ally. This artifact lays in the tomb of the boy King Tut. Legend says the artifact has curious powers. Lord McDonald continues to stare at the flames working out his plan in his head. He stands striding out of the library to his tower room. As he passes through the torch-lit passageways he encounters servants that cower in his presence. He does not acknowledge their presence. This time is ideal, he was born in this time, his power allowing him to steal innocents, fodder for her studies in the dark arts. The villagers here rely on his protection, and prosperity to eke out their meaningless lives.
Lord McDonald throws open the door to his tower room. He opens a cupboard and takes out a watch fob that gleams darkly in the torchlight. He slips this over his head as he chants the ancient inscription inscribed across the back of the fob. As the words slip from his lips a storm rages outside the tower windows, with a brilliant flash of lightening and a rolling boom of thunder he disappears. In the garden two figures slip out of the shadows. They are dressed in the rough clothes of laborers blending in with the servants, and tenants that labor for Lord McDonald. As the storm mounts above their heads they to pull out fobs from underneath their rough clothing the gold of these fobs glinting in the moonlight. These are not ordinary laborers but timewalkers placed her by their leader Charlotte Stuart to keep watch on the activities of Lord McDonald. They speak the ancient inscription as they follow Lord McDonald to his next jump. Little do they know that they are playing into his hands and they have just signed their own death warrants.
Lord McDonald lands hard on the silky sand, the moon shining high above him much as it was in the time he had left. As the boom of thunder fades he turns to the two timewalkers who have landed near him. He smiles an evil smile as he addresses them “My dear sirs your sacrifice is appreciated.” As he utters these words Lord McDonald clutches the amulet at his chest. His eyes glow a fiery red, his voice a guttural sound that is not meant to be uttered from a human throat chants. The timewalkers fall to the ground their souls released from their bodies by the Demon Cabachon. Lord McDonald had paid dearly for this gift from the Demon. He has bound his immortal soul to the Demon, he is now bound to serve him in the underworld for eternity at the time of his demise. Well worth it Lord McDonald thinks as he again reaches for his ebony timepiece and recites the inscription. He pauses glancing at the bodies of his enemies. He cocks his head in thought. If this artifact does what it claims he would need a test subject. Lord McDonald strides over roughly grabbing the body of one of the timewalkers. He again recites the inscription.
The thunder fades and Lord McDonald stands in a room resplendent with treasures clutching the body of the Timewalker. He releases the body looking at it with disgust. It is just a means to an end for him. Lord McDonald surveys his surroundings. At the entrance to the room are two statues, loyal guards who are a warning to those that wish to steal the kings treasure or disturb his eternal slumber. They are made of obsidian, clothing of solid gold, holding gold spears the sharp points glinting in the light of the torches Lord McDonald has lit with a wave of his hand. Inside the small chamber against a plain sand colored wall is a chest. The chest is inlayed with ebony and gold and in the ancient language of the Pharaohs tells the story of the object held within the chest.
Lord McDonald runs his hands over the top of the carved hieroglyphics. He knows the story, it was given to him by the Demon Cabachon. The demon possesses a library of renown in the underworld housing information from millennia. Information the demon uses to entice, and to carry out his goals for furthering his power with the other princes.
A scroll that tells of an amulet forged by a powerful priest, a disciple of Lord Cabachon wishing to gift his Pharaoh with immortality. A priest who gave his soul to the demon for the power to create an amulet that could restore life to the dead. He named this the Anubis Amulet after the jackal head Egyptian god of the underworld.
A beautiful piece of jewelry the amulet, a multifaceted emerald set in a solid gold setting the shape of a jackal head. He presented the gift to his Pharaoh expecting to be lavished with praise. It was a mistake. Pharaoh was God on earth to the Egyptian people. He was angered at the hubris of the Priest. How dare the Priest defy him in such a way. Pharaoh had the priest killed his body mummified and put into his own waiting tomb so that he could serve the Pharaoh not a demon for eternity. The amulet was secretly placed in the burial chamber, allowing it to be guarded for all eternity by the same guards who would ensure that the Pharaoh’s body would be protected.
It had stayed hidden for thousands of years , fact passing into legend until today. Lord McDonald removed the top of the box and there nestled in straw, winking in the torchlight was the amulet of legend.
Reaching in with shaking hands Lord McDonald lifted his destiny out of the box. He turned over the priceless artifact revealing the ancient hieroglyphs carved into the back. The spell that would return a soul to the body and allow the individual to once again walk the earth. The spell preserving the body in the state it was in death and allowing the soul to wear the preserved body for all eternity.
There was a catch to this magnificent magic. The risen body could ingest food and drink but it could be sustained by the lifeblood of other humans. Lord McDonald was raising what society would later call Vampires.
Lord McDonald stood over the body of the deceased Timewalker. He chants the inscription from the scroll. The Egyptian tongue feeling strange as the rolled off of his lips. The amulet glowed and felt uncomfortably warm in his hands. He still chanted the inscription and as he looked above the body a mist appeared as the final words echoed in the chamber the mist coalesced into a replica of the man lying on the floor. It sank into the man. The Timewalker took a deep inhale , his amber eyes flashing red for a moment.
The man sat up looking around his surroundings a confused look on his face and a fierce burning in his throat. He stood swaying on his unsteady feet. He had a terrible hunger rampaging through his brain. He could feel the warm slide of liquid down his throat and taste the salty copper liquid. He sensed movement to his left. He turned to see the face of Lord McDonald and the brief flash of a blade as the sharp steel move across his throat.
His blood spurting from the wound he stared at the triumphant look in the other man’s eyes. “It worked” crowed a triumphant Lord McDonald as he once again watched the light die in the Timewalker’s eyes as his soul was returned to the ever after.
Lord McDonald had learned two things that the scroll had not mentioned. The beings could be killed and the amulet indeed worked........
I hope you have enjoyed this excerpt of the new Tinewalker novel. Release date July 2015. Please tweet, and share on FB.
Prologue
Lord McDonald sits in the leather chair sipping a fine scotch out of a cut crystal glass staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace. He looks over at the fine panel of stained glass windows that stretch across the library of his fortress falcon crest. Lord McDonald sighs and turns back to the flames the familiar images engraved in those windows bringing back memories of his most glaring failure. Beaten by the Timewalkers and the mere slip of a girl who was supposed to be his. The demon Lord Cabachon still assured him that the final scene so artfully displayed in that pane of glass could still come to pass. He could still rule with her as his Queen.
Lord McDonald pounds his fist on the table next to him rattling the decanter and glass that sit there. The familiar rage builds in him as he looks back at his last few attempts to wrest control of the historical timeline back from the Timewalkers. He has gone back and forward in time trying to change the fateful events that occurred in that field. His efforts continuously thwarted by the Timewalkers.
Lord McDonald smiles to himself stroking the amulet that hangs from a wrought gold chain around his neck. He and the demon prince Cabachon have concocted a new plan to bring the Timewalkers to their knees and make Olivia his. Lord McDonald closes his eyes and believes he can taste the exquisiteness of her power running through him, knowing that he can use it to crush the Timewalkers for the final time.
The demon has told him of an ancient artifact owned by the Pharaohs that will allow Lord McDonald to have a powerful ally. This artifact lays in the tomb of the boy King Tut. Legend says the artifact has curious powers. Lord McDonald continues to stare at the flames working out his plan in his head. He stands striding out of the library to his tower room. As he passes through the torch-lit passageways he encounters servants that cower in his presence. He does not acknowledge their presence. This time is ideal, he was born in this time, his power allowing him to steal innocents, fodder for her studies in the dark arts. The villagers here rely on his protection, and prosperity to eke out their meaningless lives.
Lord McDonald throws open the door to his tower room. He opens a cupboard and takes out a watch fob that gleams darkly in the torchlight. He slips this over his head as he chants the ancient inscription inscribed across the back of the fob. As the words slip from his lips a storm rages outside the tower windows, with a brilliant flash of lightening and a rolling boom of thunder he disappears. In the garden two figures slip out of the shadows. They are dressed in the rough clothes of laborers blending in with the servants, and tenants that labor for Lord McDonald. As the storm mounts above their heads they to pull out fobs from underneath their rough clothing the gold of these fobs glinting in the moonlight. These are not ordinary laborers but timewalkers placed her by their leader Charlotte Stuart to keep watch on the activities of Lord McDonald. They speak the ancient inscription as they follow Lord McDonald to his next jump. Little do they know that they are playing into his hands and they have just signed their own death warrants.
Lord McDonald lands hard on the silky sand, the moon shining high above him much as it was in the time he had left. As the boom of thunder fades he turns to the two timewalkers who have landed near him. He smiles an evil smile as he addresses them “My dear sirs your sacrifice is appreciated.” As he utters these words Lord McDonald clutches the amulet at his chest. His eyes glow a fiery red, his voice a guttural sound that is not meant to be uttered from a human throat chants. The timewalkers fall to the ground their souls released from their bodies by the Demon Cabachon. Lord McDonald had paid dearly for this gift from the Demon. He has bound his immortal soul to the Demon, he is now bound to serve him in the underworld for eternity at the time of his demise. Well worth it Lord McDonald thinks as he again reaches for his ebony timepiece and recites the inscription. He pauses glancing at the bodies of his enemies. He cocks his head in thought. If this artifact does what it claims he would need a test subject. Lord McDonald strides over roughly grabbing the body of one of the timewalkers. He again recites the inscription.
The thunder fades and Lord McDonald stands in a room resplendent with treasures clutching the body of the Timewalker. He releases the body looking at it with disgust. It is just a means to an end for him. Lord McDonald surveys his surroundings. At the entrance to the room are two statues, loyal guards who are a warning to those that wish to steal the kings treasure or disturb his eternal slumber. They are made of obsidian, clothing of solid gold, holding gold spears the sharp points glinting in the light of the torches Lord McDonald has lit with a wave of his hand. Inside the small chamber against a plain sand colored wall is a chest. The chest is inlayed with ebony and gold and in the ancient language of the Pharaohs tells the story of the object held within the chest.
Lord McDonald runs his hands over the top of the carved hieroglyphics. He knows the story, it was given to him by the Demon Cabachon. The demon possesses a library of renown in the underworld housing information from millennia. Information the demon uses to entice, and to carry out his goals for furthering his power with the other princes.
A scroll that tells of an amulet forged by a powerful priest, a disciple of Lord Cabachon wishing to gift his Pharaoh with immortality. A priest who gave his soul to the demon for the power to create an amulet that could restore life to the dead. He named this the Anubis Amulet after the jackal head Egyptian god of the underworld.
A beautiful piece of jewelry the amulet, a multifaceted emerald set in a solid gold setting the shape of a jackal head. He presented the gift to his Pharaoh expecting to be lavished with praise. It was a mistake. Pharaoh was God on earth to the Egyptian people. He was angered at the hubris of the Priest. How dare the Priest defy him in such a way. Pharaoh had the priest killed his body mummified and put into his own waiting tomb so that he could serve the Pharaoh not a demon for eternity. The amulet was secretly placed in the burial chamber, allowing it to be guarded for all eternity by the same guards who would ensure that the Pharaoh’s body would be protected.
It had stayed hidden for thousands of years , fact passing into legend until today. Lord McDonald removed the top of the box and there nestled in straw, winking in the torchlight was the amulet of legend.
Reaching in with shaking hands Lord McDonald lifted his destiny out of the box. He turned over the priceless artifact revealing the ancient hieroglyphs carved into the back. The spell that would return a soul to the body and allow the individual to once again walk the earth. The spell preserving the body in the state it was in death and allowing the soul to wear the preserved body for all eternity.
There was a catch to this magnificent magic. The risen body could ingest food and drink but it could be sustained by the lifeblood of other humans. Lord McDonald was raising what society would later call Vampires.
Lord McDonald stood over the body of the deceased Timewalker. He chants the inscription from the scroll. The Egyptian tongue feeling strange as the rolled off of his lips. The amulet glowed and felt uncomfortably warm in his hands. He still chanted the inscription and as he looked above the body a mist appeared as the final words echoed in the chamber the mist coalesced into a replica of the man lying on the floor. It sank into the man. The Timewalker took a deep inhale , his amber eyes flashing red for a moment.
The man sat up looking around his surroundings a confused look on his face and a fierce burning in his throat. He stood swaying on his unsteady feet. He had a terrible hunger rampaging through his brain. He could feel the warm slide of liquid down his throat and taste the salty copper liquid. He sensed movement to his left. He turned to see the face of Lord McDonald and the brief flash of a blade as the sharp steel move across his throat.
His blood spurting from the wound he stared at the triumphant look in the other man’s eyes. “It worked” crowed a triumphant Lord McDonald as he once again watched the light die in the Timewalker’s eyes as his soul was returned to the ever after.
Lord McDonald had learned two things that the scroll had not mentioned. The beings could be killed and the amulet indeed worked........
I hope you have enjoyed this excerpt of the new Tinewalker novel. Release date July 2015. Please tweet, and share on FB.
April 28, 2015
Book is live on amazon
The book is Live!!!
4/27/2015
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Timewalker is live on Amazon. This was a labor of love and I have learned a lot in the past few days about self publishing. I am so excited that I have the opportunity to be able to bring this book to people I hope it is enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The second book in the series will take place in Egypt. Ian and Olivia will travel back to the 1920's at the height of the discovery of King Tut's tomb. There they will hobnob with Howard Carter and Lord Carnarvon, and learn that there are some dangerous secrets hidden in the tomb that Lord McDonald cant wait to get his hands on....
Stayed tuned for more updates on book 2!
Happy Reading
Lora Edwards Lora EdwardsTimewalker
4/27/2015
0 Comments
Timewalker is live on Amazon. This was a labor of love and I have learned a lot in the past few days about self publishing. I am so excited that I have the opportunity to be able to bring this book to people I hope it is enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The second book in the series will take place in Egypt. Ian and Olivia will travel back to the 1920's at the height of the discovery of King Tut's tomb. There they will hobnob with Howard Carter and Lord Carnarvon, and learn that there are some dangerous secrets hidden in the tomb that Lord McDonald cant wait to get his hands on....
Stayed tuned for more updates on book 2!
Happy Reading
Lora Edwards Lora EdwardsTimewalker
