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Haunted FlintHaunted America SeriesRoxanne Rhoads and Joe Schipani 
Publisher: The History Press
Release Date: September 2, 2019
ISBN-10: 1467143049ISBN-13: 978-1467143042
Book Description:
Sinister Secrets in Flint’s History
Home to ancient burial grounds, unsolved murders, economic depression, and a water crisis, Flint emits an unholy energy rife with ghostly encounters.
Colonel Thomas Stockton’s ever vigilant ghost keeps a watchful eye over his family home at Spring Grove, where guests occasionally hear the thump of his heavy boots.
Restless spirits long separated from their graves lurk among the ancient stones in Avondale Cemetery.
Carriage maker W.A. Paterson’s spirit continuously wanders the halls of the Dryden Building, and something sinister and unnamed resides in a Knob Hill mansion waiting to prey on impressionable young men.
Join authors Roxanne Rhoads and Joe Schipani on a chilling tour of Flint’s most haunted locations.
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About the Authors
Roxanne Rhoads is an author, book publicist, mixed media crafter, and lover of all things spooky.
Roxanne is the owner of Bewitching Book Tours, a virtual book tour and social media marketing company, she operates Fang-tastic Books, a book blog dedicated to paranormal and urban fantasy books, and she runs the blog, A Bewitching Guide to All Things Halloween, which is dedicated to everything Halloween related. Roxanne’s sells handcrafted jewelry, art, and home decor through The Bewitching Cauldron.
When not reading or writing, Roxanne loves to craft, plan Halloween adventures, and search for unique vintage finds.
Joe Schipani is an integral part of Flint’s Art Community with ties to local artists, galleries, book stores, and the Flint Cultural Center. He is the Executive Director of the Flint Public Art Project and the FFAR Project Assistant at the Community Foundation of Greater Flint.
He has a weekly column on All Things Halloween titled Freaky Flint History showcasing true crime and weird but true tales of Flint deaths.
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Character Interview - Watcher Academy: League of Watchers Book 1 by S. K. Gregory

We are joined today by Watcher in training – Adeline Grimm. Thank you for joining us.
AG: Thanks for having me, I usually go by Dell though.
Interesting, why is that?            AG: I always thought Adeline was an old lady name and refused to answer to it. My grandfather gave me the nickname and it stuck.
Well, Dell, can you tell us what the Watcher Academy actually is and what you will be doing there?
AG:  The Watcher Academy is a training institute for Watchers. Our job is to keep the world safe by policing supernatural entities and artefacts which could cause harm to anyone. I will be learning the ropes and eventually I hope to specialize in artefact cataloguing and retrieval like my grandfather.
So the supernatural is a real thing? What kind of creatures are out there? And should we be worried?
AG: The supernatural is real but the fact that few people believe that it does exist shows that we are doing our job. There are all kinds of creatures out there – vampires, werewolves, Gods, witches, hellhounds. These incidents are usually contained quickly which is why no one knows about them. As long as you don’t disturb a tomb or enact a curse, you should be fine.
I’ll try to remember that. Your grandfather Edward is famous among Watchers. What was life like growing up with him?
AG: I didn’t live with my grandfather until I was nine, after my parents died in an accident. My grandfather wanted his son, my father, to follow in his footsteps, but he turned his back on being a Watcher. Once I went to live with him, he offered to train me. Knowing what was out there, I learned all that I could. He was a great man and he did so much for the world, but few people will ever know it. I want to make him proud.
The job sounds very dangerous, do you have any training?
AG: I trained with weapons from a young age. Grandpa signed me up to self defense classes too, but I usually injured myself more than the other person, I’m kind of a klutz. I can use a bow and I’m pretty good with a gun too although they don’t really use them within the League, mostly because guns are ineffective against most supernatural beings. The real power is knowledge though. You could be a black belt in every form of self defense in the world, but if you don’t know the correct spell or ritual to stop something then it won’t make a difference.
Thank you for joining us today, Dell. We are grateful for your service and hope you do well in your training.


Watcher AcademyLeague of Watchers Book 1S. K. Gregory
Genre: Supernatural suspense/urban fantasy
Publisher: SKGregory
Date of Publication:  Nov 30th 2019
ASIN: B07ZLMDL4Q
Number of pages: 200Word Count: 50k
Cover Artist: RMGraphX
Tagline: A Watcher is supposed to keep evil at bay, but what happens when it walks among them?
Book Description:
Adeline 'Dell' Grimm has been in training to join the Watcher Academy her whole life. A legacy, her grandfather, Edward was one of the Academy's most respected members and Dell is determined to follow in his footsteps.
An impulsive decision could destroy her new life...
Left alone one night, Dell cannot resist a quick look at the recent delivery of artefacts. Artefacts which the Watchers are duty bound to keep hidden away from the world, for they possess supernatural magic, magic that could prove deadly in the wrong hands. Which doesn't bode well for Dell when she accidentally drops one of them.
A Watcher is supposed to keep evil at bay, but what happens when it walks among them?
Soon Dell finds herself missing time and when a fellow Watcher is found murdered, she wonders if she is somehow responsible.
Turning to her fellow Watchers, Spencer and Max, Dell must figure out the truth before someone else dies.
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“You can do this, Dell. Your whole life has been leading up to this moment. Don’t blow it,” I muttered to myself. Squaring my shoulders, I took a deep breath, plastered on a smile and opened the door to the prestigious Watcher Academy.Stepping over the threshold, I heard a snap and I stumbled. Catching myself on the wall, I looked down to find that the heel on my boot was broken.I groaned in frustration. Why did this crap always happen to me? I considered returning to my room on campus to fix it, but then I would be late for my induction.Maybe someone has glue or tape that I can use to fix it.Walking on the ball of my foot, I made my way down the short hallway to a second door. This one needed a key card to open it.Knocking loudly, I waited, trying to keep my balance. Nothing was going to ruin this experience for me. I just wished that Grandpa lived long enough to see this.There was a beeping noise and the door opened. A man with dark hair stuck his head out. “Adeline Grimm?”“Yes, but I go by Dell.”He pushed the door open wider and stepped back. “Follow me.”I resisted the urge to squeal. This was it. Limping after the man, I followed him into the Watcher Academy.“Oh my God,” I whispered.We entered a huge round room, filled with other Watchers bustling about. A huge oak table sat in the middle of the room, behind which stood a stone fireplace. To my left, lay an alcove leading to an office. Above me, were the stacks. I turned slowly on the spot, taking in row after row of books.Breathing deeply, I inhaled the scent of the musty tomes. It was exactly as Grandpa described.“Miss Grimm?” a woman said.“Yes, sorry.” I tore my gaze from the room and turned to face her.“Chelsea Dean. I run things around here. This is Antoine,” she said, motioning to the man who showed me in. I was shocked at how young she was. Barely older than me. Blonde, with blue eyes, she stood several inches taller than me. She wore a black blazer over a white blouse and carried a clipboard.“Nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m so happy to be here, I’ve wanted to see the inside of this place since I was a child.”I realized I was babbling and quickly closed my mouth. Chelsea made a note on her clipboard, while Antoine hovered nearby. Everyone looked so professional looking and here I was, holding my boot heel.“I need to check some details,” Chelsea said. “Adeline Jane Grimm, twenty-four. Granddaughter of Edward Grimm. He was one of the best. Hope you don’t ruin his legacy.”My cheeks burned. Grandpa spent over forty years as a Watcher, I would never tarnish his reputation. “You studied history and anthropology in college, then a year gaining practical experience. Which means we’re missing a year.”“I took a gap year early on. I went with Grandpa, uh, Edward, to South America on a dig.”Chelsea made a noncommittal noise and continued scribbling away on the clipboard, while I stood awkwardly, trying not to fall over. She seemed determined to do this standing. “And you live on the college campus?” Chelsea asked. “Yeah, there was actually some kind of mix up and I got stuck with a student roommate,” I said. The Watcher Academy was located on the ** college campus. No one outside the Watchers knew what went on in here. As far as they were concerned, this was some kind of historical society.“Follow me and we’ll start your induction,” Chelsea said.“Um, would you have…” I trailed off when I realized she wasn’t listening, she had already crossed the room and opened a door. I hurried after her.The door led to a small office where a video monitor was set up. Chelsea motioned for me to sit in the only chair in the room. Grabbing a remote control, she switched on the monitor.“I’ll be back when this is over,” she said.Confused, I focused on the screen. After a few seconds, a man appeared on the screen, standing in a lavish office. I recognized him instantly as Charles Landry. One of the highest-ranking members of the League of Watchers.“Welcome to the Watcher Academy. Today you begin a journey to become a fully fledged Watcher.”Oh my God, it’s a training video like they give employees.I resisted the urge to laugh that they would have something so normal.“The League of Watchers was formed in 1869 to protect the world from the supernatural and ensure magical objects do not end up in the hands of civilians.”Grandpa always spoke of the Watchers with such reverence. He was in charge of artefact retrieval, a job I wanted more than anything. “Watchers dedicate their lives to keeping the world safe. You may even face the ultimate sacrifice in the line of duty. Know that it will be a great honor and you will be remembered for your bravery.”Translation – as a Watcher, there’s a good chance you will die on the job. I knew the risks, I also know that I was taught by the best.The video ended and Chelsea returned. “Any questions?”“No,” I said. “Oh actually…” I held up my heel but she had already left the room.I ran after her.“There are currently twelve Watchers situated here, along with our support team. You can learn their names in your own time, but I will introduce you to the two main people you will be working with.”She led me to a desk under the stacks, covered in wires and computer equipment. A man with light brown hair sat behind it. He was around my age, wearing a red t-shirt with some band logo on it. Definitely not a Watcher or he would be dressed like the others.“This is Spencer, tech support and research.”Spencer stood up to shake my hand. “Nice to meet you. If you need anything, just let me know.”“Thanks.” He was cute. Not that I was here to meet a guy. I would never let anything interfere with my training. Besides, I doubt Chelsea would take too kindly to any of us dating each other.Spencer noticed the heel in my hand. “I have some tape, it that’s any use?”“Yeah, thanks, I’ll give it a go.”As he handed me the tape, Chelsea was on the move again. She approached a man standing in the alcove by the office. He was slightly older, maybe early thirties, with dark hair. He wore a pale blue shirt over black slacks.“Adeline, this is Max Burrows. He is our resident expert on ancient cultures and curses.”“Hi, I usually go by Dell,” I said.He gave me a nod. “Has the latest shipment arrived yet?” he asked Chelsea.“It should be here within the hour.”He turned and went back into his office.Nice guy.“There are forms for you to fill out, then we can work out where to assign you,” Chelsea said, carrying on. I guessed his behavior was normal.“I’d really like to follow in Edward’s footsteps and work in artefact archiving.”Chelsea pursed her lips. “Miss Grimm, as a trainee Watcher, you do not get to choose your assignment. You go where we put you.”“Of course,” I said, forcing a smile. Chelsea took a step toward me and lowered her voice.“Look, you may come from good stock, but you need to earn your place here, just like everyone else.”“I understand,” I said, feeling my face heat up.“Good, because if you screw up, I won’t hesitate to kick your ass out of here and I will see to it personally that you never get within ten feet of the Watcher Academy again.”


About the Author:
S. K. Gregory is the author of several urban fantasy, paranormal romance and young adult novels. She runs a blog that supports indie authors by offering book reviews and promotions.
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Dreams of Fire     Christian Cura
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: 12/8/2019
Number of pages: 118Word Count: 67,000
Cover Artist: Christian Cura
Tagline: And if you wrong her, shall she not revenge?
Book Description:
Dreams of Fire is the story of Kara Hartman, a young painter who is hiding her magic from the world. Traumatized by the loss of her brother, she wants nothing more to do with magic. But when an old foe resurfaces, hellbent on destroying all that she loves, Kara has no choice but to embrace the only power that can stop her.
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Excerpt:
Chapter OneKara Hartman Prison, Canadian Wilderness, 1 year ago
The cold stone corridor stretched before Kara as she walked its length. In the silence of the passage, her quiet footsteps echoed against its gray walls. Every steel door she passed marked a memory of the events that led her to this point. Every step she took struck her like a pang of regret. She barely felt the cold draft as it touched her pale face and hands or heard the sound of her brother’s footsteps behind her. Kara’s mind was flooded with memories of fire, blood and death. In the ghastly glow that filled the passage she could again see the blood of a Sacrifice and the deathly pallor of one she had lost. The memories haunted Kara and burned her mind’s eye as she drew closer to the cell at the end of the corridor.Kara stood before the last door, the culmination of her dark reverie. Her heart throbbed for the one on the other side of it, the one she could not save. Suddenly her brother, John touched her shoulder. She turned and looked up at him; his pale blue eyes fixed on her.“Kara, you don’t have to see her if you don’t want to.” he said softly.For a moment, she considered walking away. It would be so much easier to leave and pretend as if nothing happened. It would be so easy to not have to look upon the one she had failed, but Kara had not come to do what was easy. She came to do what was necessary.“No, I need this,” Kara replied firmly.John looked at her as if he were about to say something, but even as the words formed in his mind he held back. He cast a spell to unlock the door and pushed it open. The door creaked as it swung on its hinges, and a cold gust blew out of the cell. Kara’s short blonde hair fluttered in the wind. She stepped through the threshold as John pulled the heavy door shut behind her.In the corner of the cell sat a young woman forlorn on the stone floor. Her bare feet were drawn toward her as she shivered in a tattered robe. Her wrists were bound and shackled with thick chains. The woman glared up at her with dark eyes that blazed with anger.“What are you doing here?” she growled— the searing words stung with the heat of her wrath.“I came to say goodbye and…I’m sorry.” Kara said. She could barely maintain eye contact with the woman in chains. Her simmering gaze pierced Kara like a dagger.“Sorry? Is that all you have to say to me?” the prisoner exclaimed.Kara’s eyes grew misty as another winter gust blew through the tiny barred window of the cell. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from yourself.”“Save me? Is that what you think you were trying to do? I was so close to getting him back and you interfered!” the woman yelled as she stabbed an accusing finger at her.“I couldn’t let you cross that line, Charlotte. I didn’t want you to become…this.” Kara said.“I’ll make you pay for what you stole from me!” Charlotte exclaimed. “I will get out of here, I will find you and I will make you pay!”Kara’s eyes dropped to the floor. “No. You won’t. Goodbye, Charlotte.” She turned away and pounded on the door.“I will burn you alive and reduce everything and everyone you love to ashes!” the prisoner bellowed. John opened the door from outside just as Kara turned back to Charlotte. “If you ever come after me or anyone I care about, I will stop you.” Kara said firmly.“Oh, like how you stopped me from killing Anthony?” Charlotte replied with a chilling smile. Kara took a step toward the chained woman but John grasped her arm from behind. Charlotte tossed her head back and laughed.“Don’t you ever speak his name again!” Kara shouted. Charlotte’s laughter echoed against the walls of her cell. “I hope you look over your shoulder everywhere you go! Whenever you see fire, you will see my face and hear my voice. Let my words be burned into your memory! I will raze everything you love to the ground and I won’t stop until the bones of your loved ones are ashes at your feet!” Kara raised her hand and Charlotte was suddenly hurled backward into the wall by some invisible force. Her feet hung suspended above the stone floor and her arms outstretched at her sides. But Charlotte simply gazed at Kara with dark, simmering eyes and a malevolent grin. “Kara, enough!” John said quietly. Kara’s anger boiled as she stood with her hand raised, her adversary pinned to the wall.  For a long moment the two women locked eyes; one firmly set to defend— the other determined to destroy, but John was right. Charlotte was imprisoned, stripped of her freedom and her magic. There was no escape for her. Kara dropped her hand and Charlotte’s feet hit the ground. “Let’s go,” John said in a gentle voice. Kara slowly turned away from Charlotte and followed her brother out of the cell. “I’ll be seeing you…friend!” Charlotte called as the door slammed shut behind them.

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Christian is an independent writer who dreams of one day becoming a published author. Ever since he read Lord of the Rings as a teenager it has been his goal to write and publish a novel of his own. Christian’s favorite authors include J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert Jordan and J.K. Rowling.
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An Interview with Cassidy Kincaide, from Inheritance By Gail Z. Martin

Q: Tell us a little about yourself.
A: I live in Charleston, SC and I own Trifles and Folly, an antique and curio store that has been in business and owned by my family for over 350 years, almost since the founding of Charleston. My Uncle Evann left me the store when he passed away. Running the store and working with antiques is a passion of mine, especially since I’m a psychometric, which means I can read the history and hauntedness of an object by touching it.
Q: That must make for some pretty exciting situations.
A: Sometimes, more exciting than I’d like. Favorite objects and the things people carry around with them or consider to be very important take on an emotional imprint—a resonance—that can be good or bad. If the memories are good and the energy is positive, then the object might make anyone else who handles it or owns it feel good. But if the memories are tragic, or the person who owned the item was evil, then those dark energies can seep into the object, and it can hurt people or cause trouble. We do our best to make sure that cursed and haunted items stay off the market and out of the wrong hands.
Q: Sounds dangerous. Do you have special training?
A: Unfortunately, this is kind of a learn-as-you-go sort of job. Everyone’s abilities are different, so even if I found another psychometric to teach me, things still might work differently for me than for them. But I do have friends who know about the supernatural and can use different kinds of magic, or have a lot of experience hunting things that go bump in the night, so I’ve learned a lot from them. We watch each other’s backs.
Q: What’s the latest problem you’ve run into with objects that are cursed or haunted?
A: We’ve been having problems with unusual kinds of ghosts lately, spirits that usually only haunt the Caribbean islands. Some objects that belonged to a collector of occult items have gone missing, and we need to find them and get them back, because they’re really dangerous, and there’s no telling what could happen. And just for good measure, there’s a lost box with a trapped demon inside, and if he gets loose...let’s just say it would be really, really bad. So, yeah. In other words—just another average day at Trifles and Folly!


InheritanceDeadly Curiosities SeriesBook FourGail Z. Martin
Genre: Urban fantasy
Publisher: SOL Publishing
Date of Publication: October 23, 2019
ISBN: 978-1939704986ASIN:B07ZHKR2LD
Number of pages: 222Word Count: 66000
Cover Artist: Lou Harper
Tagline: Can Cassidy and her friends find the demon box, stop the killer ghosts, and break the Pendlewood curse before Beckford’s murderous cousins and the vengeful demon destroy them all?
Book Description:
Book four in the Deadly Curiosities series.Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day Charleston, an antiques and curio shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can read the history of objects by touching them, and she teams up with friends and allies who use magic and paranormal abilities to get rid of cursed objects and keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats.
Caribbean ghosts terrorize Charleston and start racking up a body count. Then Beckford Pendlewood, the heir to a powerful family of dark warlocks, shows up raving about a bound demon locked in a lost box and begs sanctuary. Can Cassidy and her friends find the demon box, stop the killer ghosts, and break the Pendlewood curse before Beckford’s murderous cousins and the vengeful demon destroy them all?
Kindle      Paperback      Kobo      NookExcerpt 1 from Chapter 1 484 words
“I have a problem antique I’d like you to take a look at.” The man on the other end of the call sounded rattled. I recognized his name—Alfred Stone, from Stone Auctions—but I didn’t think we had ever spoken, let alone met.“What kind of ‘problem’ does it present?” I asked. A number of possibilities came to mind. “Questionable provenance? Not sure how to authenticate?”“I think it’s trying to kill me.”Well, damn. That kind of problem. “All right, Mr. Stone. Try to stay calm.”“I just told you, it’s trying to kill me. I heard you…know…about these things. Please, help me.”Across the store, Teag Logan glanced up to make sure everything was all right. I nodded, and he went back to helping a customer.“I can come now. Are you at the showroom?”“Yes. Thank you. And…please…hurry.”I ended the call and sighed. This might be the first time Alfred Stone had an antique try to kill him, but that made it just another day here at Trifles and Folly.I’m Cassidy Kincaide, and I own Trifles and Folly, an antique and curio shop in historic, haunted Charleston, South Carolina. The shop has been in my family for more than three hundred years. While we’re known as a great place to buy high-quality antiques, the shop is also a cover for the Alliance, a coalition of mortals and immortals who save Charleston—and the world—from supernatural threats. I’m a psychometric, which means I can read the history and magic of objects by touching them. Teag is my assistant store manager, best friend, and sometimes bodyguard—and he’s also a talented Weaver witch. Sorren, my business partner, is a nearly six-hundred-year-old vampire. Together with some other friends with very specialized abilities, we do our best to keep the world safe from dark magic and things that go bump in the night.“Problem?” Teag asked when the customer left.“I’m not sure,” I replied. “Alfred Stone just called—from the auction house. He says he’s got an item that’s trying to kill him.”“You want me to go with you?” Teag pushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. His skater-boy haircut and skinny jeans made him look younger than his late twenties. “Maggie can handle the store.”On cue, Maggie—our lifesaver of a part-time associate—waved to agree from the other side of the store. She was sporting a new bright pink streak in her short gray hair, and it matched her sweater, a reminder—as if I needed one—that she believed in taking risks and living large.
I reached up to slick my humidity-frizzy strawberry blond hair back into a ponytail and shook my head. “Let me go see what the problem is, and I’ll figure out what to do from there. It’s not far away, in case I need to give a shout.”
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Gail Z. Martin writes epic fantasy, urban fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, SOL Publishing, Darkwind Press, Worldbuilders Press and Falstaff Books. Recent books include Reckoning, Sellsword’s Oath, Inheritance, CHARON, Wasteland Marshals. As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance including the Witchbane, Badlands and Treasure Trail series. Recent books include The Rising, Flame and Ash. Find her at
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A Character Interview with Kat Morales from A Plague of Leprechauns by P.L. Blair

My guest today is Kathryn Morales, a resident of Corpus Christi, Texas, and a member of a special team put together by the wizard Arvandus to deal with crimes committed through the misuse of magic. So … Kathryn …
Kat: Please, call me Kat.
Okay. Kat … You’re a human and, if I understand correctly, not a Practitioner.
Kat: That’s correct. I got tested for the Practitioner’s Gene not long after the Portals opened. I don’t have it.
Isn’t that a handicap for you, dealing with magic?
Kat: I thought it would be – and I do feel lost occasionally, while Arvandus and the others are looking up spells and talking about magic and magic items. But I’ve learned that I can make nonmagical contributions to the team that help us solve cases and catch the perps.
And you and Tevis are lifemates…
Kat: Yep. It still amazes me sometimes. I mean … Tevis is an elf, and he could have any woman he wants – not to mention that elven women are so much more beautiful. But Tevis says I have a beautiful soul, which is more important to him. Plus, we share a lot of the same goals, especially in terms of catching the perps and seeing justice done.
You met on the Corpus Christi police force …
Kat: We did. We were partners for a while. ‘Course, after we got married, we couldn’t stay on the force – regulations. One of us had to quit. As it turned out, we both quit. Now we’re just part of Arvandus’ team, all of us consultants to the Corpus Christi police.
So what do you do when you’re not involved in solving crimes?
Kat: Probably what a lot of other people do – hang out, talk, go places … Tevis is a terrific dancer – probably what you’d expect with an elf. And we just enjoy each others’ company. I spend time on the computer – I’m a gamer from way back, fantasy role-playing, which is maybe why it didn’t bother me when the Portals re-opened and revealed the Realms of Magic. Surprised me, yeah, but it didn’t bother me.
What does bother you?
Kat: Being … ageless. When Tevis … proposed to me … he said Arvandus told him that I’d stopped aging. We – Arvandus’ team – went into the Realms a while back, and apparently something happened to me there – I wasn’t getting any older. Wizards apparently know stuff like that – I don’t know how. But anyway, Tevis said I’d become like an elf. I can still be killed, but I don’t age. Assuming I don’t get killed, in theory I can live forever. I still haven’t … quite decided how I feel about that. I mean, I’ll be with Tevis forever – in theory anyway. But everybody else around me is getting older – my parents, my brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews. I’m still working on coming to terms with that.
Kat, that’s all the time we have for this interview. Thank you for being my guest today.

Kat: Thank you for having me.
A Plague of LeprechaunsPortals Book SixP.L. Blair
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Genre: Urban Fantasy/Detective
Publisher: Studio SeeDate of Publication: 2019ASIN: B07YRZZ2CV
Number of pages: 244Word Count: 87,146
Cover Artist: Pam See
Book Description:
Someone has found a way to steal gold from a Leprechaun – leaving a trail of bodies across Corpus Christi, Texas.
It’s up to Kat Morales and her elf partner, Tevis McLeod, to find the thief, stop the killings, restore the gold to its rightful owner – while keeping themselves from becoming victims to murder and the curse of a Leprechaun’s gold.
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Excerpt:            Harry Anderson stared at the object on the countertop. Frowned. Lifted the frown to the kid on the other side of the counter. “You're prankin' me, right? Freakin' puttin' me on! A bag? You want me to give you money for a freakin' bag?”            “Not ... money.” The kid stared into Harry's face. He looked eighteen, might've been in his twenties. Early twenties. Probably been smoking, shooting, snorting since he was ten or eleven.            Harry stared back. In the old days, he would've been suspicious as hell, some kid coming into his place wanting goods. It was the kind of thing that had sting written all over it.            But this was now, and Harry had paid a Practitioner plenty to set wardings all over the place to go off – silently, something only Harry could hear – when a cop entered. Even a cop gone undercover. This kid wasn't a cop. And …            A bag?            Still ... never hurt to be cautious. “I run a pawn shop, kid. Money's all I got, unless you're lookin' to trade for somethin' else I got around here.” The sweep of his hand included the jewelry and watches in his cases, old guitars hanging from the walls, bicycles, lawn mowers ... junk. “And that bag ain't gonna get you anything.”            “I got friends who say you have stuff you reserve for ... uh ...” the kid leaned forward, lowered his voice, “special customers.”            “Friends,” Harry echoed. Oh hell, this was getting good! What'd the kid want? Weed? Crack? Cherry? Maybe cherry – yeah. Some of that new stuff finding its way from the other side of the Portals.            “They say you sell Dust,” the kid whispered.            “Dust.” Harry blinked at him. “Pixie Dust? You ever used that stuff?”            The kid shook his head. “But my friends say it's awesome!”            “Yeah,” Harry agreed drily. “And awesome-damned expensive. You know what that bag's worth, kid? Zip. Zero. Nada.”            “It's a Magic bag.”            The pawn shop owner grinned. “Yeah, right.” He gave the bag another look: nine, ten inches long, a little wider than his hand, made of some kind of velvety-looking material – dark blue. Tied with a silvery-blue cord. Pretty thing – yeah; he'd go with that.            But ... magic?            “I'll show you.” The kid snatched the bag off the counter, shoved his hand inside.            And kept shoving: into the bag past his wrist ... his elbow ... up his arm nearly to his skinny shoulder.            He extracted his hand, dropped the bag on the counter. Dropped another object on the counter beside it: a coin. About the size of a nickel. Harry blinked at the kid, picked up the coin. It didn't look like any coin he'd ever seen – somebody's face on one side, odd markings on both sides. The metal the coin was made of ... Harry gave it the bite test.            Gold.            Some part of him had already known it would be. He gave the kid another look – hard, eyes narrow. He held the coin between thumb and forefinger. “Where the hell did you get this?”            The kid flicked a hand at the bag. “See for yourself.”            “Stick my hand in there.” Harry stared at him.            The kid made a face, and stuck his own hand in again. When the hand emerged, it overflowed with coins. Gold coins. Just like the one he'd pulled out the first time.            The world did a sideways slip under Harry's feet. Old memories stirring ... He pushed them down. Picked up the bag, shook it. Nothing. Turned it upside down. Nothing. How the hell ... He glowered at the kid; if this was some kind of trick ... This was January, either way too hell early or way too late for Halloween, and Harry took a dim view of pranksters. He thrust his hand into the bag.            He couldn't feel the bottom. Nothing. Empty space. He jerked his hand out again.            The kid gave him a nervous grin. “Yeah, I did that too,” he said. “The first time.”            First time? How many times had the kid dipped into this thing? Harry didn't ask. He took a breath and shoved his hand in again ... to the wrist ... the elbow ... up his arm. The bag just kept going.            Then ...            His fingers touched something. Something hard. Cold. Small, round objects … Coins. Had to be … Lots of coins. Dozens ... maybe hundreds. He could feel them under his fingertips, a pile of coins. He thrust his hand as far into the pile as he could go – and felt still more coins underneath.            His hand came out full, dripping coins onto the counter top, a few escaping into the bag, but Harry didn't mind. He knew how to find them. He stared at the gold in his hand, the coins that'd spilled onto the counter. Gold coins. Just like the ones he'd already seen. Freakin' gold coins like some kind of pirate's treasure – all high-grade stuff, if Harry knew anything at all about his business. Which he did.

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A native of Tyler, Texas, Pat Blair – writing as P.L. Blair – has lived in Sheridan, WY, since 1986. She has a degree in journalism, and has worked first for newspapers and, most recently, Sheridan Media, an organization of 10 radio stations and a website, since 1970. But her goal was always to write books. Her first book in her Portals series, Shadow Path,  was published in 2008. When not writing books, she continues to cover news events for Sheridan Media. She shares her home in Sheridan with two dogs and a cat – all rescues.
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Haunted FlintHaunted America SeriesRoxanne Rhoads and Joe Schipani 
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Roxanne Rhoads is an author, book publicist, mixed media crafter, and lover of all things spooky.
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Life at 12 College Road by Eric Mondschein

What’s the latest on your book?Life at 12 College Road now has an audio version and I am so pleased that my son Adam Mondschein does the reading. He is a an actor on stage and screen,  and I really am excited with his reading. He brings each story to life in just the right way and captures each moment and feeling as I pictured.Tell us a little about your self , that is your education Family life etc  
I am an author and education consultant. I have a Bachelor’s degree in political science from the American University, a Master’s degree in delinquency prevention, and a doctorate in law and education from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst.
I have taught law and education at the undergraduate and graduate levels at the University of Massachusetts, the American University in Washington, DC, and the State University of New York in Albany. I worked for the US government in various capacities, published and edited numerous articles and books in various areas of law and education and written and managed numerous grants from the private and public sectors. I directed an award winning law-related education program for the New York State Bar Association from 1980 through 1994, where I managed and developed many programs in the areas of constitutional, international, environmental and education law as well as other areas of civil and criminal law.
From 1995 to 2006, I served as an advisor for external affairs in Haifa, Israel, where I advised the governing board of an international non-governmental organization in the area of external affairs, including government relations, security and provided analysis of human rights situations in selected countries throughout the world in general, and in Iran and the Middle East in particular.In addition, in 2009 and 2018 I served as the Citizen Representative on The Post-Star Editorial Board, which is a local newspaper in upstate New York.
I am the author of Life at 12 College Road.
I currently reside in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York with my wife, Ginny. We have two grown children Adam and Emily, a son in law, Kamal, a daughter in law, Yaani, and grandchildren, Annie, Nate, and Eli.
When was the first time you wrote something that wasn’t part of school work (or professional work)? What did you write?I began writing poetry in the late 1960’s and was encouraged to do so by my college English Literature and creative writing professor, William A. Hughes. He made a big impression on me, but instead of pursuing writing I focused on political science and law. Although I stopped writing poetry I did write, but they were professional articles on law and education, and of course in professional positions I’ve held over the years, I have been required to file reports, write memoranda, and even treatises.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I never really considered myself a writer, even though I did have several poems published, and as I said I wrote numerous articles for professional journals and several education books. I first actually considered myself a writer when I wrote Life at 12 College Road. As I said when I wrote it, not when it was published. Even if it had not been published, although I am delighted that it was, I considered myself a writer when I began writing it. I also have a blog where I do write about random thoughts and commentaries about issues and concerns that we are faced with these days, poems, and even recipes. So I guess I have thought about myself as writer only recently.
What inspired you to write your first book?
First, I want to say that no one makes me write. In the professional positions I’ve held over the years, I have been required as I mentioned, to file reports, write memoranda, even treatises, but I was never required to publish law-related articles, write poems, or, of course, author  Life at 12 College Road . But I certainly did not write because I had nothing better to do. The time spent away from family and the activities that were sacrificed along the way attest to that. It was more often a feeling of being compelled to write. Not for others, although most writers do want people to read their work, but to feed a need or a desire coming from within. I’ve felt particularly driven to write about my experiences growing up. The writing is not really so much about me as it is about those feelings and emotions—joy, happiness, sadness, anger, fear, even loss—that each of us, in our own ways, inevitably encounters.
Through this writing experience, I have also come to recognize that even in the solitude of writing, we are not really alone. Our memories of loved ones; friends, and those we admire are always with us. Some are nearer to the surface of sentience than others, but they are there nonetheless.
And if we are really willing to listen, they have much to offer.
How did you come up with the idea for your book, Life at 12 College Road?
I had not intended to write this book at all.  I was on a mission to write an action/adventure thriller and was attending a writer’s retreat in Maine several years ago to do just that. But I wasn’t getting anywhere with it, so I decided to take a short nap. As fate would have it, the idea for Life at 12 College Road came to me while I was dreaming, or perhaps during that period of time just before awakening.
I recalled sitting at the dining room table where I had shared Sunday dinners with my family growing up. As I sat at the table, I realized the other three chairs had been tilted forward so that their ladder-backs rested against it. They were obviously no longer of use. And it was then that I remembered what had been bothering me: I was alone. You see, my mom, dad, and younger brother have all passed on without me. They are exploring new worlds and I have been left behind. Heck, even my dog is gone.
It was that realization, those memories, which provided the impetus for me to put my novel on the shelf and write Life at 12 College Road. The book is a collection of thirty-three “real life” short stories that, when taken as a whole, paint a mosaic of a time and place both familiar and distant. Although they fit together, each piece of the mosaic can be viewed and enjoyed on its own, and each provides a different glimpse into the world of growing up in 1950s and 60s America.
In time, I may get back to the novel, as every once in while I think I hear the characters trying to talk to me.
Tell us about your main character.
As this is a memoir, I guess that makes me the main character. Without giving anything away, I would think that after reading the book one might come away wondering just how I could have survived. But I wrote the book, and am now answering your questions, so I am happy to report that I did. As I said earlier, the book is about growing up in suburban/rural New York in the 1950s and 60s. The main character, as a young boy and teenager, is confronted with many of the issues and concerns of that time. I think, however, that many of the concerns, questions, problems, and conflicts I encountered will be familiar to just about anyone, at any age.
The tools and knowledge at our disposal may differ, but as human beings we all generally go through the same stages of growing up and discovering what is really important. In reflecting on my past, I found that it was not the earth-shattering events that were most significant to me. Rather, it was the small things, many long forgotten until recently, that deeply and indelibly touched me. Sure, some of the memories involve fire trucks, police cars, and hospital visits. But most do not. And if their retelling can help the reader to connect with similar moments from their own life, well, that is special.What type of writing do you practice? Fiction, nonfiction, or both – essays, short stories, novels, poems, screenplays, or something else?Although I stopped writing poetry for a while I am again. I did write, but mostly they were professional articles on law and education, and of course in professional positions I’ve held over the years, I have been required to file reports, write memoranda, and even treatises. I am also now writing short stories  and nonfiction pieces.Everyone has their own style/voice, but what author would you say your work most resembles
That is a tough question. I have listened a lot to stories by Garrison Keillor and have always enjoyed his writing. And I was quite humbled when a review of my book was posted on Amazon.com suggesting that if you liked Garrison Keillor you would like my book. So I guess I would have to say my writing in a small way may resemble that of Garrison Keillor. Perhaps it’s more so because of the subject matter of the stories rather than the writing. My style however may be similar as I do try to write as if I am sitting in front a few close friends, and telling them a story. So I guess my writing style is one of storytelling. I want the reader to feel that I am talking to them and sharing something of value to me.
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
That is not an easy question to answer, but as you have put me on the spot, I would have to say Dean Kootnz. He has a way with character development that makes them so human and alive. In many cases the main character is someone I would really enjoy meeting. Odd Thomas is one such character I would thoroughly enjoy hanging out with if it were possible. He is also is a phenomenal storyteller and his plots and dialogue bring every page to life. I find in many cases once I pick up a book of his I just can’t put it down until I have finished it. And I would be remiss if I did not state that he also knows how to scare the heck out of his readers.
Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
It was in my first year as a college student at Wesley College in Professor William A. Hughes creative writing and English Literature classes that I found that I was interested in writing. He urged me to write. At the time it was poetry, but that is where the seed was planted. But at the time I chose a different path and it would be many years before I returned to writing as he had warned me would happen. He is gone now, but I am sure he knows I finally took his advice.
How long did it take you to write “Life at 12 College Road”?I would say it took about three years. The first year was more exploration and deciding this was the book I wanted to write. The second was determining what “stories”  I should include and the third year was the actual writing and editing.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
I think it is always the beginning, I procrastinate, knowing that once I start writing I usually do not stop until I am either done, or my wife says you have to eat something or if you do not get some sleep you will collapse.
What writing project(s) are you working on now?I would like to tell you that after I finished writing Life at 12 College Road I wrote the action/thriller novel I had always wanted to write. But that is not the case. I co-authored a monograph and teaching supplement for the Education Law Association (ELA) with a colleague and friend, Ellery (Rick) Miller, on the subject of sexual harassment and bullying. It’s called Sexual Harassment and Bullying: Similar, but Not the Same, and is was published in the fall of 2015. The monograph explores the current legal developments in the areas of sexual harassment and bullying K-12. It also examines strategies for developing and implementing policies and training to create an educational environment that allows each student to feel safe and secure, and to ensure a safe school environment conducive to learning. After the monograph and the annual updates through last year, I am now working on a short story Dinner at Grandma's. It’s a story about family, coming of age, and the unique politics of family in the 1950’s. I am also working on a piece with Ellery (Rick) Miller on our working relationship and friendship that has evolved over forty years.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Once I knew what I was going to write about, and that I had found my voice, it was the editing process. Working with my editor was a fantastic experience and I owe Michael Schindler a great deal. He made it as painless as he could, and it was a wonderful learning experience and it improved my writing. But I must confess seeing what was ending up on the cutting room floor, as they say, was the hardest part for me. I admit it was necessary and it did in the end make for a better read, but it still hurt nonetheless.
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
I learned that I could in fact write, and that others enjoyed my writing. What I also learned was that it was more often a feeling of being compelled to write. Not for others, although most writers do want people to read their work, but to feed a need or a desire coming from within.
We all know that marketing lies (mostly) with the author. Aside from social media, what forms of marketing have you engaged in? Book fairs, signings, podcasts, et cetera… Have you found them beneficial?
Besides the social media marketing efforts I have also participated in book fairs, book signings and readings at local bookstores, and I have spoken at book clubs, and at senior citizen writing group meetings. I must confess I have enjoyed these events very much and but for one, sold books at each event. I especially enjoy book readings where I can share my stories with people and it is also fun to mingle and get to know folks interested in not just my stories, but books in general during the social portion of these activities. I also believe it is important to support our independent bookstores as so many are closing around the country, and these bookstores and public libraries are more important to the life and health of local communities than they realize.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
To read as much as you can and as varied as you can make it, be it action, adventure, romance, novels or short stories, just Read, Read, and Read some more. And be willing, truly willing to take constructive criticism, and to learn what the difference is between criticism that is meant to assist, and that which is meant to debilitate, and pay no attention to the latter. And it goes without saying—WRITE.
Do you remember the first book you read?
The first book I remember reading on my own, that was not a comic book was one of the Rick Brandt adventure series. I also read Ian Fleming’s James Bond novels.
What makes you laugh/cry?
There are many things that make me laugh, but I must confess watching my grandchildren enjoying the simplest things have made me laugh from happiness and joy more often than not. As for crying, I admit I am more of a softy than many believe, having diligently maintained that reputation I have, but honestly, seeing others suffer, seeing injustice not only makes me angry, but also touches me more now than when I was younger.
Do you have a blog and if so, what types of posts would a visitor find on it?
Yes I do have a blog and it can be found at: http://www.ericmondschein.com. There you will find my musings on current events, commentaries on issues of import, poetry, the outdoors, and even some of my recipes.  I have even included several of the short stories from my book. But if readers really want to know more about me they should read  Life at 12 College Road .
What's the best advice ever given to you, and by whom?
As it relates to writing, the best advice was given to me by Professor Hughes, who I mentioned earlier, and that was to “read, read, read and then read some more.” Conversely, the advice I chose to ignore was that I probably should not try to write, and there is no need to mention who gave me that advice.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Without giving anything away, I would think that after reading the book one might come away wondering just how I could have survived. But as I wrote the book, and am now answering your questions, I am happy to report I survived.  The book is about growing up in suburban/rural New York in the 1950s and 1960s. The main character, as a young boy and teenager, is confronted with many of the issues and concerns of that time. I think, however, that many of the concerns, questions, problems, and conflicts I encountered will be familiar to just about anyone, at any age.
The tools and knowledge at our disposal may differ, but as human beings we all generally go through the same stages of growing up and discovering what is really important. In reflecting on my past, I found that it was not the earth-shattering events that were most significant to me. Rather, it was the small things; many long forgotten until recently, that deeply and indelibly touched me. Sure, some of the memories involve fire trucks, police cars, and hospital visits. But most do not. And if their retelling can help the reader to connect with similar moments from their own life, well, that to me is special.
Life at 12 College RoadEric Mondschein
Genre: Memoir
Publisher: Something or Other Publishing, LLC              Date of Publication: November 15, 2013
ISBN: 0984693831ASIN: B00MH94J22
Number of pages: 224Word Count: 49,000
Book Description:
It's not always the earth-shattering events that are most significant in our hectic lives. More often, it's the small things, many long forgotten, that touch and shape us most deeply.
Our memories of these events might bring smiles, or anger, or even a desire to forget. But every one of them helps to make us who we are today-and in some ways, who we will become tomorrow.
Join Eric Mondschein at the unhurried pace of a cup of coffee for a surprising and powerful journey in which laughter inevitably mingles with tears, sorrow turns to joy, and loss almost becomes bearable.
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Excerpt 1PREFACE
Most of us have never considered that we might be important. And truth be told, by typical standards, we aren’t. Only a handful of us ever get to be presidents or generals, or invent or cure something, or become saints for that matter. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t important to someone.That’s what binds us. We are unquestion-ably unique, and yet surprisingly similar. And our everyday lives are more important than we may know.We all have memories—those that make us smile or laugh, others that bring anger or tears, and some that we’d just rather forget. Those memories help to make us who we are today—and in some ways, who we will become tomorrow.I found that it was not the major earth-shattering it was the small things, many long forgotten until recently, that deeply touched me. Sure, some of theand a bit of hand-to-hand combat and armed warfare. But most do not. And if their retelling can help you to connect with similar moments from your own life, well, that is special—and well worth the time in my writing these vignettes and your reading them.So, get yourself a cup of coffee or tea, sit back, and get comfortable. And for a brief period of time, join me for a journey down memory lane, where laughter mingles with tears, sorrow turns to joy, and loss almost becomes bearable.

About the Author:
Dr. Eric S. Mondschein has taught law and education and published and edited numerous articles and books in the field. He has worked for the US government in various capacities and directed an award-winning education program for New York. He was awarded the American Bar Association's Award of Excellence in Law Related Education. He served as an advisor for an international NGO in Haifa, Israel, in external affairs, security, government relations, and human rights. He also served as the citizen representative of The Post Star editorial board in 2009 and 2018.
He is the author of Life at 12 College Road published by Something or Other Publishing, which is a collection of short stories about growing up in America in the 1950s and 60s. He is also the co-author with Ellery M. ‘Rick’ Miller Jr. of Sexual Harassment and Bullying; Similar, But Not The Same, and an accompanying Teaching Supplement published by the Education Law Association in 2015.
He currently resides in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York with his wife, Ginny. They have two grown children Adam and Emily, a son in law, Kamal, a daughter in law, Yaani, and grandchildren, Annie, Nathanael, and Eli.
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