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Name Change and Adding Susan Griscom to Whisper Cape

After doing some minor ... actually major adjustments to my profile on Goodreads and everywhere else, changing my name from Regan Walsh back to Susan Griscom, my real name, well ... it has been a bit challenging and I lost all my Goodreads fans. :(


If you find a minute, please go here:

 http://www.goodreads.com/SusanGriscom

and please add your name back to my fan list.  Thanks everyone!!

If you've wondered why I changed, the explanation is simple. I have a young adult book, Allusive Aftershock, coming out sometime in 2013 (cover reveal soon) and I am using Susan Griscom, me, LOL as the author name. I've updated my Whisper Cape series covers showing Susan Griscom writing as Regan Walsh, instead of just Regan Walsh. The name Regan Walsh was a suggestion by my publisher, but having the two identities is beginning to wear on me and I think I might be able to manage my books, emails, tours, and social media better as Susan.


Thanks for reading
Susan♥

Name Change and Adding Susan Griscom to Whisper Cape

After doing some minor ... actually major adjustments to my profile on Goodreads and everywhere else, changing my name from Regan Walsh back to Susan Griscom, my real name, well ... it has been a bit challenging and I lost all my Goodreads fans. :(


If you find a minute, please go here:

 http://www.goodreads.com/SusanGriscom

and please add your name back to my fan list.  Thanks everyone!!

If you've wondered why I changed, the explanation is simple. I have a young adult book, Allusive Aftershock, coming out sometime in 2013 (cover reveal soon) and I am using Susan Griscom, me, LOL as the author name. I've updated my Whisper Cape series covers showing Susan Griscom writing as Regan Walsh, instead of just Regan Walsh. The name Regan Walsh was a suggestion by my publisher, but having the two identities is beginning to wear on me and I think I might be able to manage my books, emails, tours, and social media better as Susan.


Thanks for reading
Susan♥

Join the Hot Summer Nights Giveaway Blog Hop July 18-22

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Lux Series Giveaway! At Rotten Apple Reads I am a new found LOVER of Jennifer L. Armentrout books! So to show a little of appreciation to her and the fans, I am supporting Alice at Rotten Apple Reads in her giveaway of a paper/hard back copies of Obsidian,Onyx and a Pr-Order of Diety!  Contest runs through August, 2012.



Happy Reading!Regan♥

Happy Independence Day!

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Here on my blog I'm giving away an e-book copy of Whisper Cape,  which is packed full of sparks and firepower to help fuel your independence. In addition, I'm giving some awesome patriotic swag in dedication to my two wonderful sons, both serving in the United States military.

Many thanks go out to all the men and women in the United States military and their family's who support them.

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Happy Reading!
Regan♥

Falling Immortality - Showcase and Giveaway

Now for something a little different. A mystery! Not just for the men out there! Quite a few of us ladies enjoy hard-boiled mysteries. I know we all enjoy great female characters, and in Falling Immortality,  a mysterious woman named Dragon Lady will knock your socks off. Sound exciting? Yep!

Please join me in a warm welcome to Robert Downs, author of the fantastic Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator, as he talks about why he writes MANfiction. In addition, Robert is offering one e-book and one print copy of Falling Immortality to two lucky winners.


A debut, hard-boiled mystery fiction for men. Stephen King’s son describes a fitting genre as MANfiction (the opposite of Chick lit). 
Casey Holden, former cop, current PI in Virginia Beach, VA, screens his clients the way he screens his women, based on whichever drop-dead gorgeous woman happens to waltz through his door first and manages to hold his attention. So when Felicity Farren, widow-at-large, struts into his office asking him to solve the two-year-old murder of her husband Artis, she intrigues him. When Casey starts digging, he learns the murder isn’t what it seems to be and he doesn’t have a big enough shovel to unearth the truth. And to top it all off, his former rival at the police department, Greg Gilman, is determined to disrupt his investigation. Casey's challenge is to learn what really happened to Artis, and why Gilman can’t seem to remove his head from his butt. And he’ll need all of his wits to complete the task.
Why I Write MANfiction
The question is a rather simple one, but the answer proves a bit more convoluted. Honestly, I can’t imagine not writing in the genre. I had a character, and that character had a story to tell. It’s not really much more complicated than that. While Casey and I may not share very many characteristics in common, he’s as much a part of me as my left arm. He gives me a voice when simple words seem to get lost in the shuffle. He’s a symbol of justice, and while he has a moral compass a bit different from you and me, he’ll do whatever it takes to solve a case.

I devour mysteries with strong male leads seven days a week, and I crave action as much as die hard Steelers fans crave football. For me, it wasn’t a matter of choosing the genre, because it was popular, or because I thought it would lead me to fame and fortune. It was the exact opposite: the genre chose me. I had no idea what MANfiction was, or even that it existed, and at the time I began writing Casey, I had no idea where I would go with his story. But it was the first manuscript I connected with on a deeper, more meaningful level, and it was a story that I kept coming back to despite years away from it, when life managed to get in the way. And get in the way it did. But I knew it was the first story I had to get out there, despite the criticism, despite the uphill battle, despite the constant reminder of marketing to a group that doesn’t read, despite the severity of the odds stacked against me. I knew it with as much certainty as placing my hand in front of my face.

So why write MANfiction? I guess the simple answer is that I wrote the story that I had to write, and the exact character that was meant for me and me alone. That’s the bottom-line. It took me seven years to see publication, once the vision for Casey first entered my mind, and if I had decided to publish for any other reason, I would have given up years ago, and moved on to another tale. But I didn’t. The bond was made from my first vision of the character, and it’s a bond that’s only grown stronger with time. As the connection deepens, not only do I discover more about Casey, I also discover more about myself. And that discovery keeps me coming back to my computer day after day, and I know it will keep me coming back for years and years to come.

Robert Downs is the author of Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator. A sample chapter of his MANfiction mystery debut, as well as other interesting information about the author, or his main character, can be located at his website.

Robert aspired to be a writer before he realized how difficult the writing process was. Fortunately, he'd already fallen in love with the craft, otherwise Casey might never have seen print. Originally from West Virginia, he has lived in Virginia, Massachusetts, and now resides in New Mexico.

Despite his literary side, numbers are very much a part of his world, to the point that he has a business administration degree from West Virginia University as well as an MBA from Columbia College.

To find out more about Casey, visit the author’s website: http://www.RobertDowns.net Falling Immortality is his first novel.

Robert invites you to enjoy this excerpt from his novel, Falling Immortality.






Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator

by

Robert Downs

1

“My husband died,” she said.

She wiped her eyes, but she didn’t shed a tear.

I was accustomed to serious — I’m a former cop — and I couldn’t give it up. “I’m sorry for your loss,” I told her. It seemed like the appropriate thing to say. There’s something to be said for effort.

“I’d like to hire you.”

I needed more to go on. “What’s your husband’s name?”

She paused as if she might be trying to remember. “Artis, Artis Farren. I’m Felicity, his wife. I hear you’re the best, Mr. Holden.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I have an inquisitive mind.”

“It goes with the territory, doesn’t it?” Felicity whipped out a cigarette, and before she even asked if it was okay with me — it wasn’t — she lit it up.

“Indeed it does go with the territory.” I wanted to tell her she could put her cigarette out on her butt. I thought better of it, opened a desk drawer where I kept an ashtray for idiots who hadn’t kicked the weed and placed the ashtray before her on my desk. I’d learned how to handle compromise in my relationships with women — I kept my mouth shut and looked cute. I could even do both at the same time. But that’s beside the point.

Felicity had blown into my office in a blue skirt two inches too short. Her blonde hair and makeup appeared to be sculpted. With hardly a glance from her crystal blue eyes, she sat down in one of my two guest chairs, while I remained behind my mahogany desk ready for action. I’d even leaned back in my desk chair to send a message of confidence and competence.

“I can’t pay you very much,” she now said.

Money wasn’t an issue for me. I had my parents’ trust fund to keep me afloat — the one thing they hadn’t done when their fancy yacht went down in a storm off the Mexican coast. The PI business didn’t pay all that well, and neither did the cop business, but I loved the work. I cleared my throat and told her, “If I solve it, we’ll talk about my fee. I have reasonable rates.”

“Like Motel 6?”

“Exactly, only I’m better looking.” I flashed her one of my killer smiles — it didn’t work — so I quickly looked peeved instead.

“Indeed you are — better looking.”

I waited for her to continue. The only thing she did was continue to spew sooty fumes in my face. Finally I gave in and asked, “Why me?”

Felicity took a long drag on her cigarette. “The cops haven’t been much help. It’s been two years now, but they’ve done nothing to solve it.”

“I’m sure they have,” I said. Even though I’m an ex-cop, I still believe cops have good methods; I’m just not sure I could deal with them on a regular basis. So I don’t. Now I just harass them from time to time — it’s more fun that way. Everyone needs their perks, and that’s one of mine. Lots of perks come with being a PI. I set my own hours, I charge an hourly rate, I take vacations on a bimonthly basis, and I consider a lot of beautiful women. I even receive a few tempting offers, but so far I’ve been a good boy. That could change any time now. After all, trouble could come my way almost any day. That’s how life had been with my parents.

First, it had been a near miss in their private jet when the gear wouldn’t lower, but in that case the pilot had saved the day with an ace high, full stall belly landing. Then it had been a car off a narrow road in the Swiss Alps, which carried them into a fifty foot deep ravine. Just one thing after another — they’d walked away laughing . . . I tried not to think about those fantastic people who’d been my parents . . . It was hard to do . . . But back to Felicity and her cigarette.

I had a cup of cold coffee on my side of the desk and, despite the ashtray, a pile of messy ashes. I didn’t like the thought of my mahogany desk (the one piece of really nice furniture I had in my office) turning to charcoal. Nevertheless, I decided to move ahead. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know much to tell you . . .”

The shaking of her head gave her away: she knew more than what she was telling me which, so far, hadn’t been much. “Why don’t you let me decide that? Tell me what you do know.” I know how to listen or at least make it appear I listen.

“I’m not really sure where to begin.”

“The beginning’s always a good place,” I said.

“Are you a smart-ass for a living?” Her crystal blue eyes snapped shut, then opened, as if this was about to be the end of a beautiful friendship.

“No, it’s just a side business,” I said. “I gotta keep up the good humor. You know?” Well, I hoped she did.

She opened her mouth, and then she closed it again.

I liked it when I wrapped a woman’s tongue around her head three times. It was the perfect payback for all the guys out there who have been given the shaft by a smart woman.

Women are smarter than men, especially when it comes to relationships, and ever since I learned this, I’d tried to level the playing field. I’m just one man, and I’ve been known to fall flat on my face a time or two, but I keep trying to even the score. One day maybe I will.

Finally she ended the suspense and said, “It was a random shooting. My husband was at the bar, his regular nightspot. A man just walked in, pulled out a gun like it was an extension of his arm, shot my husband, turned around and left. That was it.”

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Summer Blast Blog Tour for Whisper Cape

Welcome to the last day of my Summer Blast Blog Tour

As promised, please enjoy this excerpt from the second book in the Whisper Cape series, Reflections. This is a draft and some words may change as I continue with edits.



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ReflectionsbyRegan WalshChapter 1Cucumber Salad
Tomato juice splattered everywhere as the bottle hit the gray tile floor. Maia gasped at the shattered glass, unable to tear her eyes away; the thick red liquid pooled at her feet like a stagnant river of blood. “I’m sorry, Manny, the jar just slipped out of my hand,” she said, sensing the old man’s presence at her side and half-wondering how he’d gotten across the aisle so quickly.“Don’t you worry, sweetheart.”“I’m so clumsy lately. I can’t seem to hold on to anything these days.”“Are you hurt? Did any glass cut you?” He took her by the elbow, leading her away from the debris.“No, I’m fine. Let me help you clean up.” She glanced back at the slimy-red liquid mixed with pieces of sharp, ragged-edged glass, making the aisle resemble a murder scene from some B-rated detective show on TV.“No, no. I’ll get Jeff to clean up. He’ll be here in about five minutes. Now be careful where you step.” He placed a large orange cone near the edge of the area to ward off any unsuspecting customers from the slippery mess.“Thanks, Manny. I am so sorry—I’ll pay for the juice.”“Not to worry. A bottle of juice gets broken in here at least once a week.” He winked and managed to bring a smile to her fretful face.Good old genial Manny, the master of calm owner of the small seaside grocery store—the only food store in Whisper Cape—and everybody’s grandfather. He had a particular soft spot for pretty women. Except right now, Maia didn’t feel pretty. She felt fat and clumsy. Determined to stay out of maternity clothes for at least another month, she tugged at the waist of her once loose old gray sweat pants and rubbed at the indentation the elastic etched on her tummy. Even the normally beautiful, long, golden-brown curls she’d tucked up in her green wool hat refused to cooperate this morning as they constantly slipped out and fell in her eyes. She walked with Manny toward the other end of the store, and as he veered off to the checkout area, Maia continued on to the deli section.The small store was quiet except for a group of teenage girls giggling over the cover of a DVD. Maia MacKenna glanced over at them and smiled, remembering what it was like to be that age—innocent, not a care in the world. She placed her hand over the small bulge in her abdomen. Life would never be the same for her. A group of young men hung around outside, looking in at the girls. School would start soon and they'd all be on their way.At this time of the morning, Manny’s Beachside Market—aptly named as one could hear the pounding of the surf whenever the front door opened—was often the main attraction of the kids from the nearby middle school and high school. The small-town grocer managed to carry all the essentials, from sunscreen to meats and produce, even a small variety of wines and beer. The glass, refrigerated case Maia perused housed a few selections of prime cut steaks and marinated pot roasts and the deli department consisted of popular cold cuts and cheeses; nothing fancy, just the basics. The produce counter offered a variety of heads of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, some apples, oranges—enough to get by for residents and families visiting the area for a few days. Almost too small for the word “market,” Manny’s place  happened to be the closest grocery store within five miles of the cozy cottage where Maia lived with Gerry Briden, the love of her life and the father of her unborn child. Maia hoped to finish her shopping before her doctor’s appointment later that morning.She stood facing a cleverly stacked display of tomatoes as something in the corner of the adjacent deli case caught her eye. A billow of steam escaped from a small crack at the bottom, and she found herself mesmerized as the dewy cloud rose and dissipated, rose and dissipated. A voice, a soft whisper, came from somewhere behind her. “A precious cargo.”Maia turned at the sound and looked into the face of a sweet old woman examining a head of lettuce. She didn’t recall ever seeing the patron before, and yet … there was something familiar about her. Her long black skirt, with a delicate pattern of purple swirls, hung several inches below her dark gray coat. The old woman’s hair, like strands of silver silk twisted into a braid, hung down the center of her back. Her eyes, though old, were brilliant, a rich shade of brown with little specks of gold.The woman must be mumbling to herself. Maia shrugged and turned her attention back to the tomatoes. Her niece, Addie MacKenna, was coming over for dinner tonight with her boyfriend, the two having just returned from a well-deserved month-long holiday. Maia smiled, thinking how happy they were. Her lips tightened though, remembering how they’d recently destroyed the evil psychopath who'd murdered Maia’s older brother a little over a year ago.Maia placed two plump red tomatoes—well as plump and as red as you could get this time of year in Whisper Cape—in a plastic bag and placed the bag in her cart. She stepped to the cucumbers and heard the voice again.“A very precious cargo.”Maia yanked off her wool hat to expose her ears, thinking that would help her hear. Her thick mess of curls fell over her shoulders. She hadn’t paid too much attention to fixing her hair before she'd left home, knowing she’d be wearing a hat. “Excuse me, did you say something?” Maia asked the old woman.Maia’s fingers reflexively came to her lips and she gasped as the old women’s face contorted into a bizarre pattern of creases almost as if she were going in and out of focus. Speaking as though her throat were constricted, the old woman rasped in a low tone, “You’d better watch out.”“Watch out for what?” Maia asked, wondering if the old woman was having a stroke, fearful that an unfortunate medical emergency might be happening right in front of her.The old woman cleared her throat and smiled before speaking again. “You carry a valuable cargo,” she said a bit softer, pointing to Maia’s stomach. “Take guard.”At approximately twelve weeks along, Maia hardly looked pregnant, especially in the heavy coat she wore that easily concealed her abdomen. She wondered how the old woman could tell, and why on earth she had felt compelled to warn Maia.“How did you know I was pregnant?”The older woman ignored Maia’s question and simply added, “You must protect them.”Them?Before Maia had the chance to say anything, the woman turned her attention toward the deli case as if she’d completely forgotten what she had just said. “Look at those cucumbers now, will you? We’ll have to take one. We love a nice cucumber salad, don’t we, dear?” she said, looking directly into Maia’s eyes. She turned away from Maia as the group of girls swooshed by and out the door to join the boys. When the aisle had cleared, the old woman was gone. Maia looked around the store, but couldn’t spot her anywhere.“What did she mean? Crazy old woman must be suffering from dementia and confusing me with someone from her past.”Maia shrugged and selected a cucumber for the salad she had planned for tonight's dinner and went to the checkout.“You look radiant this morning, Maia.” Manny smiled and began ringing up her groceries.“Thanks, Manny.” She nervously fluffed up her mass of unruly curls. Surely, the man needed glasses. “You look rather dapper yourself today.” Manny was … God … wasn’t he eighty-four at his last birthday bash? But he was as sharp as any twenty-year-old.“Don’t forget to put the bottle of juice on my bill, Manny, or I’ll worry about it all day.”“Guess you’ll have to worry then. Anyway, it wasn’t your fault. Jeff said the bottles were still slippery from the olive oil spill we had yesterday.”Maia figured he was lying, but smiled and let it go. It wasn’t the first time Manny had given her something for free.“Who was that old woman who was in here a while ago?” Maia asked.“What old woman?” Manny’s eyes brightened. It was comical the way he always perked up at the prospect of meeting an available female ready for a bit of schmoozing and romancing. Not that there were many his age around these days, but then, age never mattered much to Manny. He prided himself on still being a lady’s man, always teasing Maia, never missing a chance to remind her that he was available if she ever decided to dump Gerry.“Don’t kid, Manny, you know what woman.”“No, sweetheart, the only woman’s been in here all morning is you—well, aside from those teeny-boppers who aren’t old enough to be called women—and you’re hardly old.”“Well, that’s odd. Are you sure? I could have sworn …” She shook her head.“Maybe that bundle of joy you’re carrying is making you see things.”“And hear things, too,” she mumbled. “Maybe you’re right. I have been a little stressed lately.”Still thinking about the woman, Maia walked to the old blue Jeep and grabbed onto the top roll bar, pulling herself up into the seat. She grunted at the effort. One of these days, she and Gerry would need to get another car instead of this beat up soft-top jungle cruiser. Soon, she thought as she rubbed her hand over the “precious cargo” inside her womb. Her eyebrows burrowed as she envisioned a huge freighter ship loaded with crates and cartons of God knows what. She glanced at the clock. Good, she still had plenty of time to get the groceries put away before she had to leave for her doctor’s appointment. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I hope you enjoyed this excerpt. Now there are three chances to win either an autographed copy of Whisper Cape, a $25 gift certificate to Amazon or two of my favorite books (see below to enter).

If you enjoyed reading Whisper Cape, please tell others how much you liked it and why, by leaving a review on websites, such as, Amazon, Goodreads, and Barnes and Noble. If you leave a review, please contact me here on my blog or website or by email at reganwalsh@hotmail.com and I will gift you an ARC e-book of Reflections, Book 2 in the Whisper Cape series scheduled for release Fall 2012. Now the giveaways.




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To win two of my favorite books, please follow this link to the "My Favorite Books Blog Hop," hosted by Nat at Reading Romances.


Thanks for reading and Good Luck!

Regan♥

Sharing My Favorite Book giveaway hop

I couldn't pick just one. There are too many great books out there that qualify for this giveaway, but two books I've read this year that I absolutely loved are Save My Soul, by K.S. Haigwood and Preservation, by Rachael Wade, two newly published authors. I will gift these and as a bonus, a copy of Whisper Cape as Kindle e-books to one lucky winner. That's three (3) books!! 

So Enter Now!Thank you for visiting my blog and joining in on this awesome Blog Hop. 

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I invite you to visit my current blog tour for more chances to win. Some contests running until June 30th. Then head back to readingromances.com and check out some more great authors giving away more great books.


June 18 - A Page Away - Review/Interview/GiveawayJune 19 - The Dream of a Writer - Interview/ReviewJune 20 - Reading Romances - Interview and ExcerptJune 21 - Author Rachael Wade - Book Boyfriends
June 21 - Mistress of Passion - Review
June 22 - Amber's Supernatural and YA Reviews - Review
June 22 - MaryLynn @ Heart Of A Wolf - ReviewJune 23 - Read Between the Lines - Except/GiveawayJune 24 - Regan Walsh - Enter to win an Amazon $25 gift card. Read an excerpt of Reflections and enter to win one of my favorite books and an autographed copy of Whisper Cape and Reflections when it comes out!!!




Happy Reading!

Regan♥

Phase 2 - Summer Blast Blog Tour starts today!!

Schedule: June 18 - A Page Away - Review/Interview/GiveawayJune 19 - The Dream of a Writer - Interview/ReviewJune 20 - Reading Romances - Interview and ExcerptJune 21 - Author Rachael Wade - Book Boyfriends
June 21 - Mistress of Passion - Review
June 22 - Amber's Supernatural and YA Reviews - Review
June 22 - MaryLynn @ Heart Of A Wolf - ReviewJune 23 - Read Between the Lines - Except/GiveawayJune 24 - Regan Walsh - Enter to win an Amazon $25 gift card. Read an excerpt of Reflections and enter to win one of my favorite books and an autographed copy of Whisper Cape and Reflections when it comes out!!!




Happy Reading!



Regan♥

A Huge Thank You To All

This has been a great adventure. Thank you all for all your support. Whisper Cape made number 8 on Amazon’s Top 100 Bestselling e-books in the Fiction Genre - Supernatural/Occult. Whisper Cape is most definitely a romance book, so I was a bit surprised but very pleased to see it excel in that genre because WC contains a huge dose of supernatural powers. 

If you are one of the lucky ones to have downloaded WhisperCape , and you enjoyed reading it, please share it with your friends. I would greatly appreciate it if you would recommend it to your book clubs, groups, and online discussion boards. WC is lending-enabled, so please share it with your friends. It can also be borrowed through Amazon's Prime members program. 
If you enjoyed reading it, please tell others how much you liked Whisper Cape, and why, by leaving a review on websites, such as, Amazon, Goodreads, and Barnes and Noble. If you leave a review, please contact me here on my blog or website or by email at reganwalsh@hotmail.comand I will gift you an ARC e-book of Reflections , Book 2 in the Whisper Cape series scheduled for release Fall 2012.
Please join me as I embark on Phase 2 of my Summer Blast Blog Tour starting tomorrow and continuing through June 24rd. 

Join in comments, enter to win an autographed print book of Whisper Cape, stop back here at the end on June 24th for another chance to win more prizes.


Schedule: June 18 - A Page Away - Review/Interview/GiveawayJune 19 - The Dream of a Writer - Interview/ReviewJune 20 - Reading Romances - Interview and ExcerptJune 21 - Author Rachael Wade -
June 21 - Mistress of Passion - Review
June 22 - Amber's Supernatural and YA Reviews - Review
June 22 - MaryLynn @ Heart Of A Wolf - ReviewJune 23 - Read Between the Lines - Except/GiveawayJune 24 - Grand Finale - Regan Walsh - Giveaways!!!
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Thank you all so much for reading and thanks in advance for participating anyway you can. 

Regan♥