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Ghost Riders in the Night.

So what are we having for Halloween then?

Especially as we’ve had everything from hellhounds—why do you think terriers are called terriers? Because they are obviously TERRIfying. Yes, to reiterate we’ve had hellhounds–ok terriers– cannibals, witches,  not to mention,  paranormal writers. Oh and Miss Nikki Dee Houston and her blazing hot fireman. Wait till you see my next blogpost on that one.

Today…we are having…………….

Actually, we’re not. I lied. But we are having riders. Cowboy ones, here today courtesy of the fabulous, the wonderful. best selling author, Adrienne deWolfe, who I got to know earlier this month when she met dah Wolf, my Judas Bride hero the Black Wolf out on book tour. Maybe Adrienne hasn’t got a drop of Scots blood in her veins, I decided a girl who loves a man in a kilt should get to be an honorary Celt. After all maybe she does have that blood. Who am I to argue when she makes such a great Scot?

Adrienne isn’t just a best seller, an award winner 48 times over,  AND an honorary Celt, a pretty face either, she knows every hot tip going when it comes to writing, which is why I’m thrilled she’s come along today to share some, especially how to create……..

TEXAS COWBOYS AND LAWMEN: HEROES TO SIGH FOR

By Adrienne deWolfe

I absolutely love writing about Texas characters!

(And if Texas cowboys would just trade in their dusty chaps for nice, knee-high kilts, I would be the happiest Romance writer in the world.  Maybe even happier than Shehanne, who gets to write about yummy lairds all day.)

Seriously, though.  I don’t think any writer can live in Texas and not get caught up in the “romance” of the Old West.  To this day, Texas legislators battle over water rights.  CEOs wear cowboy boots at board meetings.  Property owners get tax breaks if they graze livestock in their yards.  Images of longhorns and bluebonnets dominate the walls of swanky hotels and shopping malls.

As you’ve probably gathered, living in Texas is like living a part of history!  It’s the perfect place for a Western Historical Romance author, like me.  (Did you know that Texas is the only state in the United States that became a self-governing country?)My Wild Texas Nights series features two lawmen (Texas Outlaw, Texas Lover) and a cowboy (Texas Wildcat).

My novella-in-progress (Shady Lady) features a cowboy who moonlights as a gunslinger; and Devil in Texas (Book 4, Velvet Lies series) will feature an outlaw who goes under cover for the Texas Rangers.

Researching Old West lawmen for my Wild Texas Nights and Velvet Lies series was a real hoot.   I learned that Texas Rangers adhere to a VERY strict dress code:

They can only wear white or gray cowboy hats.  (That’s right.  No black Stetsons for the good guys.)


They MUST pin their badges over their hearts. (Many a Ranger’s noble tin star has stopped a bullet and saved a lawman.)


And — get this – modern-day Rangers still track and collar livestock rustlers!

I get lots of email from folks – er, I mean readers (in the British/Scottish vernacular) –  about my Wild Texas Nights series.  The biggest debate appears to be which of the heroes is more lovable:   Cord Rawlins (U.S. Deputy Marshal from Texas Outlaw); Wes Rawlins (Texas Ranger from Texas Lover); or Zack Rawlins (Cowboy from Texas Wildcat.)

I probably shouldn’t confess that I have a favorite Rawlins brother.  (I mean, they’re ALL children whom I slaved to give birth to, know what I mean?)

But one of them sings.  AND cooks.  AND has red hair.  So I’m a goner for him, natch.  (Fortunately, he shows up in all three books in my Wild Texas Nights series!)

Here’s a book excerpt that features my favorite Rawlins brother.  I hope ya’ll like it!

Texas Lover

Chapter Excerpt

By Adrienne deWolfe

Rorie blew out her bedroom lamp and headed down the stairs. She avoided the creaking floorboard in the dining room, more out of habit than necessity, and approached the kitchen door. She was intending to fetch the basket in which she collected eggs each morning, but the sound of voices stopped her.

“You got that batter stirred up, Topher?”

“Yeah, but…” The nine-year-old sounded mutinous. “I don’t see why we got to do it. Men don’t cook. That’s women’s work.”

Wes’s chuckle floated out to her. “And just who do you think cooks for the cattlemen, the Rangers, and the buffalo hunters when there aren’t any womenfolk on the trail?”

A traitorous smile stole across Rorie’s face.

She edged forward, her footsteps muffled by the rattle of pans, and furtively poked her head around the corner. What she saw nearly left her choking on amusement.

The kitchen was in shambles. A bucket had been overturned beneath the sink, and one of the window curtains was twisted and wrinkled as if a small hand had grabbed it, probably to haul Topher up onto the sideboard to steal cookies. That hypothesis would explain why all the jars and bottles were in disarray and why an empty cookie tin lay beneath a bench.

The picture grew more comical. On the table, nestled between little mountains of flour, were several discarded egg shells, each dripping the last of their remains into the powdery residue sprinkled across the floor.

In fact, flour seemed to be everywhere. It decorated the milk pitcher in the imprint of a large masculine hand; it trailed footsteps to the butter churn and Ginevee’s prized rack of spices; and it made Topher look like a ghost—or rather a raccoon, since his big blue eyes stared out from a pasty mask.

At the moment, Wes’s back was turned to her. But after he slipped his head into the bib of Ginevee’s apron, Rorie saw he had not been left untouched. The flour storm had blown into the crevices of his rolled-up sleeves and had rained down on his hair, giving him a sort of confectioner’s halo. She had to clap a hand over her mouth to hold back a giggle when he brushed a rakish curl off his forehead, leaving a smear of white in its place. Then he grabbed a bowl and began filling it with the flour mountains, sweeping them off the table with his forearm and into the bowl.

Topher’s brows furrowed, dribbling a few flakes of flour into the batter he was stirring. “Just what are slabberdabs, anyway?”

With a deft flick of his wrist, Wes broke an egg into his bowl. “Why, they’re my pa’s prized trail flapjacks. Pa passed the secret on to my brother, Cord, and Cord passed it on to Zack and me. Now I’m letting you in on the recipe. It’s a time-honored tradition, son, and no women can ever know about it.”

He fixed Topher with a stern stare. “You’re going to have to take a pinky oath.”

Topher’s eyes nearly bugged out. “Gee, that’s serious!”

This time, Rorie clapped both hands to her mouth as Wes nodded gravely.

“Do you hereby swear to take to your grave the Rawlins brothers’ secret slabberdab recipe?”

Topher linked his smallest finger with Wes’s. “Ain’t no woman going to pry it out of me until the worms eat out my eyeballs.”

Rorie’s mirth lodged in her throat when she heard a footstep behind her. She turned guiltily, blushing to think that one of the other orphans had caught her eavesdropping. Instead she recognized the squat, round form of Ginevee. Rorie hastily pressed a finger to her lips, grinning as she beckoned her friend closer.

Meanwhile, Topher was standing on a chair, straining to get a better view of Wes’s bowl. “Whatcha got in there? Another secret recipe?”

“Naw. Just some biscuits. I could be making huckydummy, though, if I had raisins.”

“We got raisins,” Topher said brightly. Jumping back down to the floor, he blazed a trail through the flour drifts and stood on tiptoe to haul a tin container down from the shelves. “How many raisins you need?” he called as the metal lid clattered onto the floor.

“Well,” Wes said thoughtfully, raising his spoon and watching the batter plop back into the bowl. “We got eight hungry people coming to breakfast, and I reckon they’ll want at least two biscuits each. I figure we’ll need about ten raisins per person; so how many does that make, Topher?”

The enthusiasm on Topher’s face dwindled to confusion. “I don’t know.” He scowled. “Sixteen?”

Ginevee nudged Rorie as if to say, “That boy hasn’t been doing his multiplication tables.” Rorie shrugged helplessly. Topher had known the answer to eight-times-ten two weeks ago.

“No,” Wes said gently. “Try again. Eight tens are how many?”

Topher’s chin jutted. “I ain’t any good at numbers.”

“You want to know a secret?” Wes winked. “I’m not either.”

The tenseness eased from Topher’s shoulders. “You’re not?”

“Nope. That’s why I made up a song to help me. Want to hear it?”

Topher nodded eagerly. Grinning, Wes sang:

Grisly’s in the honeycomb,

Queen bee, she’s a bawlin’,

Hound dog treed a cougar cat,

and kitty’s up there squallin’.

In spite of Wes’s total disregard for pitch, Rorie recognized the tune because it belonged to a childhood game she had played in Cincinnati. Wes had taken liberty with the lyrics, though. Either that or he was yodeling the Texas version, because she couldn’t remember singing about grizzly bears or cougars in Ohio.

Grinning from ear to ear, Topher threw back his head and helped Wes finish the refrain:

Ten times 5 is 50, ten times 6 is 60;

Ten times 7 is 70, ten times 8 is 80.

The combination of squeaky soprano and rusty baritone was so awful, so wonderfully blessed awful, that Rorie couldn’t help herself. She snickered.

Ginevee, who was the county’s uncontested fiddle-playing champion, covered her ears and did the same.

The next thing Rorie knew, the two of them were howling with laughter, clutching their sides, and staggering against the wall for support.

“Uh oh,” Topher warned in a mortified whisper. “Women!”

About Adrienne deWolfe

Adrienne deWolfe is a #1 best-selling author and the recipient of 48 writing awards, including the Best Historical Romance of the Year. She is excited to announce that she will be donating a portion of her royalties from her current series, Velvet Lies, to urban reforestation efforts.

Fascinated by all things mystical, Adrienne writes a weekly blog about dragons, magic, and the paranormal at http://MagicMayhemBlog.com to help her research her Epic YA Fantasy series. She also writes a weekly blog featuring tips about the business of writing at http://WritingNovelsThatSell.com. She enjoys mentoring aspiring authors and offers professional story critiques with her book coaching services.

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Believe me folks it only remains for me to thank the lovely Adrienne AND to say you really should check out her http://WritingNovelsThatSell.com. site. The tips are invaluable.  OH and Happy Halloween one and all.

Filed under: Guest bloggers, writing Tagged: Adrienne deWolfe, Cowboy heroes, Cowboys, Ghost Rider, Halloween, Historical romance, Old West, Texas, Texas Lover, Texas Nights series, Texas Outlaw, Texas Ranger, Texas Rangers, Texas Wildcat, United States

One misty…..moisty….

Okay, so I am an erotic romance writer but regarding that title we are talking one thing here, MORNINGS, so loosen up, when the song goes like this .

………one misty, moisty morning when cloudy, (oh what a surprise in Scotland ) was the weather.

And, as if that wasn’t every bit bad enough for us all to endure -

‘ there  I met an old man all dressed in leather.’ (saying nothing. Each to his own after all.) I am not even saying how I came to be writing sumexy romance in the first place. As to how I got involved in this…

well, we all have silly moments. These ones that seem like a good idea at the time. How nice to be like all the other writers and sport a little label on my blog thought I.

I mean, I am doing nothing else, like ripping a book to pieces and writing another two and fielding sobbing, I need to speak to you, phone calls and prancing about being dramatic and musical with pupils, keeping the social media up to date, not to mention just loving how it says FUN!! in that blog logo above. All of which is why we are cutting to the chase here.

I am blogging over at long and short reviews, talking about why the first time I went treat or tricking was also the last. And the scariest thing is telling you NOT to leave a comment ……

in case I have to put you in the draw……

and then I have to give away Callm, my Black Wolf. In ebook form only.

 

I gather this in the link.  http://wp.me/p2ZcT9-6g5

Only this is one of the many problems living in Scotland and  writing for across the pond….it’s not just the spelling that is different. The clocks are too.  The last time I looked it wasn’t active. But sometimes today it will be.

Anyway here’s the gory story of that trick or treating…

‘Halloween, when dead leaves rustle along dark edged pavements and graves give up their dead…was that really the time to be out like this?

At four o’clock when the sun’s dying fingers crept above the grey clouds, making them shiver? At five in the softly perishing light? Maybe. But now, when tiny clock hands pointed to seven?

Yes. Yes, of course it was.  Three of us had gone from door to door, door to door. Doors we were told were safe. Safe to knock at. Safe to enter. Safe to sing the words of the immortal song….

One misty, moisty, morning,

When cloudy was the weather,

There I met an old man

All clothed in leather.

Look….think slow, think menacing, think some twisted old dude in leather with a face like the grim reaper.

Okay, so I was trying to. But it didn’t help I couldn’t remember the words…..

All clothed in leather,  (kinky old git)

With a cap under his chin.

How do you do?

Not terribly well actually since I was wearing my blazer back to front and it was cutting my throat. Not literally you understand. If it was doing that would I have been laughing so hard my mind was blank?

No, though it was just as well it was. Our first night’s guising was soon to become our last.

And how do you do?

And how do you do again?

Outside, the world had turned darker, tendrils of fog snaking across the cold, wet paving stones. Still, jingling our money, we stepped into the frost, the cold, unbroken ground of a winter’s night. A howl rent the air.  We froze in our gym shoes, these things we wore because they made no noise. But whatever pounded towards us made a noise. Slavering and snarling, it bounded closer. Closer. And as it did and we stood, as if our toes had grown shoots, we each knew with sick certainly what it was.

“Ahhhhh! The dog from 172!”

We said 172, but maybe it was 162, or even 168. We weren’t actually clear where the dog was from. What we were clear about was at one foot tall, the dog was a terror.

 

It could probably jump fences that were four foot high and see through houses we hid behind.  It could certainly chase the three of us at once. Robert, the quarter mile home, Laura and I through barbed wire topped fences where our money spilt from our pockets and I somehow lost my blazer.  The old man all clothed in leather could not have been scarier than that little dog. It was Halloween after all. Having our fingers blown off by some random firework seemed safer, bonfires seemed safer, which was why, the next day at school, we made a solemn, never-to-be-broken vow.

To stick to Guy Fawkes Night instead.

Filed under: blogging Tagged: Blogfest, Halloween, Long and hsort reviews halloween Blog fest, Romance, Scotland

Isn’t She Lovely?

Well, isn’t she?

(I thought I better say so seeing as her cover reveal post is only going up now, cos all day I have been…wait for it……..

You knew that was coming didn’t you? Yes I have been editing. Frankly it got a bit like that quote of Oscar Wilde’s ‘I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.’

But there round one is in. Of course we probably now have rounds five, ten and twenty to do. Just kidding. Loving Lady Lazuli now has an official  release date of 17th January.

Anyway the lady who is lovely up there above–no, not Greeting Teeny, the other one, Sara Hubbard also has a release date coming soon. On the 3rd Jan no less.   She has a cover too. No Sara, I won’t claw your eyes. Even if the first time I once saw one of my covers it was live on Amazon and I have accordingly been traumatized ever since.

 Here it is, Sara’ s cover. (3rd attempt at uploading this at 1 in the morning, having gone cockle eyed editing… ) Nice huh?

Sara writes YA books. Ok, that’s Young Adult not frightful posh stuff.

Her debut novel BLOOD, SHE READ —nice title for Halloween month– released fall 2012 and was a NEORWA Cleveland Rocks winner and a RCRW Duel on the Delta finalist.

 

Sara lives in Nova Scotia, Canada with her two children (four if you count her husband and her needy labradoodle) and works as a registered nurse with the military.

SO now we have  that important thing,  dah blurb for her forthcoming book.

Getting kidnapped would set her free…

Isame doesn’t want to marry the man her parents chose for her. She wants more: the freedom to travel, the freedom to explore, but most of all, the freedom to choose the life she wants instead of the one her parents expect. When Isame leaves her home to accept a man’s proposal, she encounters five fierce, handsome warriors. She wonders why they’ve travelled so far from home. She never imagines their purpose might have something to do with her, not even after they’ve kidnapped her.

 Remmie is a fiercely loyal man who is true to his word. When his king commands him to find a young woman on the island of Copaxa, he doesn’t expect the puny woman to hold his attention or to make him consider turning his back on his brothers in arms and his king. But Isame is special and he can see it from the start. Soon he must decide if she is worth losing all he knows and loves for the girl that’s worked her way under his skin and into his heart.

And where to find the lovely lady herself

Find more about Sara and her books here:

 http://www.facebook.com/sarahubbardauthor

http://twitter.com/SaraLouHubbard

http://www.pinterest.com/saralouhubbard

http://www.sara-hubbard.com

There you go…of course the Halloween scares will be continuing. I have my Halloween, first and last time I ever went trick or treating story still to share.

Fury is also spooky theming it with a post on Mummies and Mother-in-Law curses — a subject dear to her heart– over at http://furiousunravelings.wordpress.com/2013/10/26/who-was-lady-jean-graham-ofclaverhouse/

She also has some of these production pictures I never showed last time too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Filed under: writing Tagged: Blood She Read, By Force forever fae, Canada, Etopia Press, Halloween, Nova Scotia, Oscar Wilde, Sara Hubbard, Trick-or-treating

‘A devil of your own making.’

‘Anytime you can add some real history for added flavor, it’s so fun.’ I don’t know if it is but you can outright  blame the lovely Aubrey Wynne, author of the forthcoming Magnificent Valor for these, following on from my last blog….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, don’t faint that is me. Did I say I found the Claverhouse story interesting being a romance writer, because he married a Covenanter. I never said I once played her too.  I promised Aubrey to show some of the piccies. Alas Aubrey, I am really quite shocked to report that as the production wended its way round various venues, so did the cast. And as these venues boasted ‘social’ facilities, most of these pictures show the ‘happy, party’ atmosphere behind the scenes…..of what was actually a pretty amazing time really. The things that went wrong. The things that went right. The wonder being we didn’t all develop alcohol poisoning. But the black and white one above is a newspaper posed one and the one below is from the church at Old Blair after a performance at Blair Castle.

Aubrey, you can have the rest about my assassin ancestor, also a bit of a writer I understand, another time.

So, a devil of your own making… That was actually a line from the play.  Last blog I mentioned Sawney Bean, cannibal extraordinary  Staying on the devilish, spooky month theme, he probably ties in nicely with Claverhouse.  Oh, not because of the cannibalism. No. Here’s another one with a certain amount of legend attached to the name. Not only that but the story of Sawney Bean–interesting name for a cannibal–first appeared in pamphlets printed in 18th Century England at the time of the Jacobite risings. Claverhouse was the first Jacobite. Just look at what he set in motion.

It’s not  actually certain where Mr Bean’s cave was exactly Somewhere between Ballantrae and Girvan. And there’s no documented evidence of a trial.

When it comes to legends he is probably Scotland’s most gruesome one, though. Said to be the son of a ditch digger, Mr Bean eschewed the principles of earning his living and buying his food like everyone else and instead set up in cave with his ‘wife’ where they proceeded to feast upon unsuspecting travellers– the children had to fed after all– and scatter the remains about neighbouring beaches. Their luck ran out eventually and they were captured and burned at the stake.

A ‘made’ devil or not, Sawney is the most popular attraction at the Edinburgh Dungeon,  the Bean clan have provided Hollywood with inspiration, and I really think if he did exist and you had come across him in on a dark night you wouldn’t have time to follow the advice given in the rest of the line from this blog title and return to your prayers.

You’d be dead.

 

 

 

 

Related articles

For Whom the Bell Tolls: John Graham of Claverhouse and East Kilbride (drmarkjardine.wordpress.com)
To the lords of convention….. (shehannemoore.wordpress.com)
A Monster a Day, Sawney Bean, Scotland’s Man Eater (thefairytaletraveler.com)


Filed under: writing Tagged: Blair Castle, Covenanter, Girvan, Hills Have Eyes, John Graham of Claverhouse, Old Blair, Sawney Bean, Scotland

To the lords of convention…..

‘Did you ever read about the death of Dundee? Graham of Claverhouse, you know, who persecuted the Covenanters and had a black horse that could ride straight up a precipice. Don’t you know he could only be shot with a silver bullet, because he had sold himself to the Devil?’

‘Oh, yes,’ replied Father Brown, ‘I believe in the Devil. What I don’t believe in is the Dundee. I mean the Dundee of Covenanting legends, with his nightmare of a horse. John Graham was simply a seventeenth-century professional soldier, rather better than most. If he dragooned them it was because he was a dragoon, but not a dragon. Now my experience is that it’s not that sort of swaggering blade who sells himself to the Devil.’

                             G.K Chesterton

Halloween horrors, what Scottish ones could I have served up here today?  Hmmmm. Well we could have had Burke and Hare, body snatchers extraordinary. Murderers extraordinary too when they couldn’t find a body to dig up.   

Mr Sawney Beane….cannibal extraordinary, Deacon Brodie, councillor by day, Mr Hyde by night.

Who knows but this being the spooky season, we might yet. But myth and legend, selling one’s soul,  is hard to beat….. so much so, that even when I was growing up, several hundred years after the event it was still said that this man,…..

see….a roistering blade really, was killed  with a silver bullet at the Battle of Killiecrankie. Who was he really? And how did that come about?

Well, Chesterton sums it up nicely. Claverhouse was a career soldier and a very good one, who clearly hated the Covenanters so much he married one of them.

Always interesting to a romance writer. I’m not taking sides here, let’s be clear further back the family tree I have one of the Covenanting assassins of Archbishop Sharpe–always nice to know.

Especially as there’s mercenaries and -er- robber barons on the other side…..

I’m just saying the man did his job, and the legends grew up after his death. Maybe for that matter there was a bit if smoke and mirrors going on even when he was alive. Let’s face it the area he had to police was large, so why not?   At any rate his letters show a very different man from the legends.  His skill as a diplomat was as great as his skill as a soldier and his inspiration as a leader of the Highlanders at the Battle Killiecrankie was second to none. Bonnie Dundee? or Bluidy Claver’se?

I tend to think the former, although the idea of him selling his soul, well don’t we all like the notion of a bad boy?

SO the aim today’s blog. As well as it being Halloween month… Well, I once did a post for the fabulous Jerrie Alexander called What Lies Beneath, on the hidden histories of a town. How Captain Kydd

and Jack the Ripper and Mary Shelley quite inspired me to write Lady Fury. ( You may well wonder) Well, Graham of Claverhouse was Viscount Dundee. He was born just up the road from the town. And liking the idea of selling one’s soul, I used it in His Judas Bride. Just what is the Black Wolf exactly? Has he done so? Is he supernatural as the legends all suggest? Or a creature of flesh and blood?

And I thought I better get this post up as the wonderful author Emily Guido has very kindly just informed me she’s got its sister post from the Wolf himself  over on her blog with a giveaway of the book. http://emilyguido.com/2013/10/18/giveaway-and-pay-it-forward-friday-with-author-shehanne-moores-novel-his-judas-bride/

It’s also the last day of my amazon voucher giveaway book tour.  I did like I finished up with the aptly named Queen of the Night…..http://queenofthenightreviews.blogspot.com/2013/10/excerpt-tour-giveaway-for-his-judas.html?spref=tw

But the stops have been fantastic and all the people I’ve met too. Thank you all!

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Filed under: heroes, writing Tagged: Battle Killiecrankie, Covenanter, Dundee, Father Brown, John Graham, John Graham 1st Viscount Dundee, Mary Shelley, Viscount Dundee

a wicked Vampire and a playboy Elemental–a study in Scarlett.

Okay, so far in the spooky season we’ve had vampires…..witches….spooky pictures. We’ve had an author whose book is hotter than hell, Nikkii Dee Houston, we’ve had an author whose book is paranormal. We’ve even had some disgusting mouldy cheese and a somewhat irate lady Fury.  We’ve had giveaways…..still on by the way… https://www.facebook.com/etopiapress

here’s the latest books up for grabs

Both fabulously talented authors who have been interviewed here. But also another horror story from the wonderful Catherine Cavendish.

And as you can see today, it may not be lions and tigers and bears oh my, I do have the author of a suitably mystical tale about a wicked Vampire, a wild-child Mage, and a playboy Elemental. I also have one mega patient author, the wonderful Scarlett Dawn who has probably forgotten she wrote the book by now, the backlog of blogs I have been clearing since I got word that His Judas Bride was coming out. No. I am going to resist showing you my fav picture ..Greeting Teeny and say instead here she is, the better late than never Scarlett Dawn.

Shey  Scarlett, firstly I am dying to ask about your name, given my love of a certain book. Is it yours?

Scarlett. I love that you asked this! It’s the first time someone has! Is Scarlett Dawn my real name? No. Not all of it anyway. I’ll let you guess which one is real!!

Shey. Don’t tempt me  to poll it. Fortunately I am also dying to ask about your book King Hall. The title especially has got me wondering.

Scarlettt. King Hall. Sounds prestigious, right? Well, if it does, then it is because it’s short for King Hall University, a fictional college in the fictional town of Choep, New York.

When I started writing this series a few years ago, the name came naturally to me. Right from the start. That might be because Lily, the main female character, starts out sitting in a classroom. The contrast is that she’s in a Sex Education class at the time, a very “normal” course for such a high-status location.

Shey. But of course.  Can you tell us a bit about the story itself —-without giving too much away  of course.-

Scarlett. Okay….  I’ll put it this way…a playoff/add on to each word, definition, and then a sentence.

One word – Differences

Two words – Mysticals, Commoners

Definition – Misbehaving Mysticals, Skittish Commoners

One sentence – It’s the dawn of a new age.

Phew!

Shey. Good… No spoilers… Have you always wanted to be a writer?

Scarlett. I wrote when I was in my teens. Loved it. Adored it. Cherished it. Life happened, marriage and babies. Loving family. My writing was put on hold. I got a “real” job in accounting. Time passed. I saw the movie Twilight. Found out it was actually a book. Started reading. And reading. More reading.

Oh…hello…I wanted to write. It all came back to me. I’ve been writing ever since (still working full-time and my three children are teenagers). My plate is full. I love it.

Shey.  What inspired you on your journey?

Scarlett.  For me, it’s not complicated. Music and my own imagination are my inspiration. That…and a tree. *ahem* Really. I had a fabulous idea for a novel just the other day from passing the most beautiful, lush tree on my way to work. I’m currently writing that one, while line editing book two of The Forever Evermore Series.

Shey. How do you find Escape Publishing?

www.escapepublishing.com.au/

Scarlett.  Kate Cuthbert, the Managing Editor, at Escape Publishing was doing a blog tour at the time. I read more than one of the blogs. Decided she would be a great fit. I sent my submission off, and here I am!

Shey. Any advice you would give aspiring writers?

Scarlett. Don’t give up. Write what you want to write, what is driving you. Not what is the current trend. Your story will be better for it, and you’ll stay true to yourself. Write for the love of it.

Shey. Pretty sound advice.

Finally…the funnies.. 

Hot or cold?

Cold.

Long or short?

Er…long?

Thick or thin

Um…thick…what exactly are we talking about here? LMAO!

 Fav Month

May

Animal

First thing that popped into my mind? Bird. Why? I have no clue. I don’t even like them.

Scarlett, you crack me up. Dish

Plate? A colorful one, perhaps?

 Place

The beach. Yum.

Day

No. Night.

Book

Anything by Nalini Singh.

 Film

The Host – my new favorite movie

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A fresh, meaty, sink-your-teeth-in-and-hold-on-tight new adult fantasy series kicks off with King Hall…

Lily Ruckler is adept at  one thing: survival. Born a Mystical hybrid, her mere existence is forbidden, but her nightmare is only about to start. Fluke,happenstance, and a deep personal loss finds Lily deeply entrenched with those who would destroy her simply for existing — The Mystical Kings. Being named future Queen of the

Shifters shoves Lily into the spotlight, making her one of the most visible Mysticals in the world. But with risk comes a certain solace — her burgeoning

friendships with the other three Rulers: a wicked Vampire, a wild-child Mage, and a playboy Elemental. Backed by their faith and trust, Lily begins to relax nto her new life.

Then chaos erupts as the fragile peace between Commoners and Mysticals is broken, and suddenly Lily realises the greatest threat was never from within, and her fear takes on a new name: the Revolution.

Author bio:

Scarlett Dawn is drawn to all things  quirky and off-beat. She believes there are no boundaries for an  imaginative soul. Her love of the written word started from at an early  age, when her grandmother would take her to bookstores every weekend.  Dreams came alive within the books she found there, and now, she is  thrilled to share her stories with others who have fallen under the  spell of taking fantastical journeys.  Scarlett resides in the Midwest  with her husband, three children, and two dogs.
Contact links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorScarlettDawn
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ScarlettDawnUSA
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/ScarlettDawn


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/King-Hall-ebook/dp/B00DNMRWFI/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1372361308&sr=1-1&tag=vglnk-c1189-20
Amazon.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/King-Hall-ebook/dp/B00DNMRWFI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1372361454&sr=8-1&keywords=KING%20HALL%20SCARLETT%20DAWN&tag=vglnk-uk-c53-21





Filed under: Author Interviews, writing Tagged: Escape Publishing, Etopia Press Giveaway, King Hall, mysticals, Scarlett Dawn, Vampire

Now..in spooky month, something very, very different…

No, it’s not the fact that Noelle Clark, the talented writer of Where Angels Fly has a past….as a singer and songwriter. http://youtu.be/sBPYMjco5dQ

Go listen if you don’t believe! And it’s not a  bit scary. It’s pretty amazing.

However, this being the spooky season,…..cue scary music..just when you thought it was save to go back on the blog again, I want to show you these. 

copyright E.M. art.

copyright E.M. art.

The work of  E.M. a young, talented just returned from an internship across the pond, artist and photographer, where she had numerous interesting experiences, including one with er….Jamaican Sorrel–it being October I must do a post on voodoo, I am sure Lady Fury would like that.

Anyway, not only has E.M returned, she is here to talk today about her experiences in New York  and how it was for a Scots lass there. Let the river run indeed, from one shore to another….

 without further ado…….it’s E.M.

Shey.  So, E. M. ten words to sum up the kind of girl you are?

E.M. Well, not shy to take a chance and run with it! I’ve always loved art and writing but over the last few years I’ve been discovering the world of photography and have been taking photos ever since.

Shey. You mean you’re not, bold, different, beautiful, etc, etc…

E.M. Errrrrr……

Shey. Ok, so you are also modest?  Uhm…and tongue-tied? But you did go went all the way across the pond to New York at the age of 18, for three months there. Can you tell us why?

(Newport-On-Tay)

 E.M.  For the experience. I had just finished school and wanted to take a year out to see different places – go exploring! I sent emails all over, to photographers and companies, in the hope they would see something in my portfolio and decide to take me on. I was lucky to be offered a three month internship with a fashion photographer in New York. I had never been to America before so leapt at the chance.

photo copyright E.M.

Shey. Way to go!  So are you going to give us the low down?  

E.M. Stressful! Running around Manhattan, getting lost, trying to work out how to use the subway, hauling heavy equipment around the city, sending emails, just using the technology! It took me a while to get into the swing of things but I’ve learnt so much. New York is such a diverse and inspiring place – I was constantly writing, painting, sketching, and taking photos. It was an amazing experience.

Shey.  What did you think of New Yorkers? You being a Newport gal…an as On Tay, Newport gal…

E.M. Helpful. Confident. Very confident… One of the things I loved most about NY was getting to meet so many different people. Just talking to people in shops, on the subway, getting directions… But also the agents, the models, stylists… Everyone involved in the fashion industry – it was a whirlwind of individual styles, personalities and interesting conversation!

Shey.  What was the best thing about the big apple? 

E.M. The pace. Coming from a relatively small, quiet town, I was unprepared for the speed and size of New York. It was so exciting and fast! Even the huge crowds of people, everyone going somewhere… The whole city felt alive.

copyright E.M.

Shey. So now…drum roll, you are going to show us the best pic you took there, now aren’t you? The best, the most fantastic  site you saw there…..

E.M. Absolutely. This was a site that greeted me almost every day!

Sometimes I would catch it actually in my room. The squirrels are so friendly because they are always being fed by tourists, although I tried to hide my food – it made such a mess the first time! The room was covered in cornflakes…. and it peed on the sofa…

Shey. And it wasn’t even a  hot hunk!  Though we would hope when it comes to hot hunks and sofas, that is not what they would do on them.  What about a memory?

E.M. The first two weeks I was there I honestly did every typical tourist activity there was which was so much fun. By the end of it I felt like I had been all over New York seeing the sights, museums, galleries and shops. I particularly loved seeing the city from the top of the Empire State Building. Although, I have to say, seeing Lynyrd Skynyrd and Huey Lewis and The News in concert maybe tops that…

Shey.  Going back to how it was really, you obviously wanted to pursue photography and you ended up doing fashion shoots, were they how you thought they would be?

E.M. Not at all… I mean, you had the model and photographer, of course. But what I hadn’t realised was how much of the shoot was a collaboration. You had the stylist, make-up artist, hair stylist, assistants etc. And everyone had their own ideas; the photographer really just ended up ‘clicking’ somebody else’s creation. That’s an over-simplification, but that’s what turned my head back to art and away from the fashion, commercial side of photography. I want to have exhibitions and to be in control of my work, presenting my ideas as they are in my head. Not working on a two second spread in a monthly magazine.

Shey.  So how has that focussed your work now? Is it still what you want to do?

E.M. The whole experience concentrated my creative output. Realising what I didn’t want to do lit up everything that I did. It’s been really refreshing coming back home and immediately getting back to work, still full of ideas from New  York.

Shey  Any fabulous people you met there?

E.M. Lots! I met a man too…

Shey. Well, the kind of blog this is, forget all this fashion $%£ THAT is really what we want to know about! But we will be discreet, merely saying he is also an artist. What’s next for E.M. then?

E.M. I’ve recently finished a first draft of a children’s book that I’ve written and illustrated which has been really exciting. Next stop – publishers… Eek! But really I’m just continuing learning, exploring, contacting galleries, seeing exhibitions, talking to other artists… Anything that I can do this year to promote my work and continue learning about the industry. I can’t seem to stop travelling though – I’m going back to New York for two weeks in November and next year I’m going to apply to art school in Florence, Italy…

Shey. E.M. may I wish you the abso best of with all of that and thank you so much for taking the time to come by and share your experiences.

You can see more of Emily’s work here.

http://emilymacduff.com/

 

or connect with her here.

https://twitter.com/emily_macduff

https://www.facebook.com/ emilymacduffphotography

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Filed under: artists, photgraphers Tagged: art, artstis, Emily Macduff photographer, Fashion, Manhattan, New York, Newport-on-Tay, photography

So today…on the October calendar it’s…

Fire Prevention Day AND -dare I mention it – Moldy Cheese Day? That’s as in the Etopia Press Faceook Fest GIveawa

and something I sort of whisper  because of course Lady Fury, my heroine of

has got Moldy Cheese Day. Why has she got Moldy Cheese Day instead of Mother-In-Law Day, at which she would have excelled? Well, ducking for cover here, since the last time I interviewed her here, the last time she interviewed me, and the only time she interviewed Callm , the Black Wolf of Lochalpin, there were unfortunate scenes. Yes,  caused by her flashing pictures of Italian organ grinders about and throwing herself at the Black Wolf.

I can however say… Fury,  you would not like people to think you did not like Lady Margaret, thought of her as the Dowager Toad and kept her son in a box in the cellar, now would you? Fury of course has her own say on the subject here http://furiousunravelings.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/moldy-cheese-day/

So? Moldy Cheese?

Moldy Cheese is a dawdle by comparison.  Why does she have that day? Well because she has bills.  ‘Bills from everyone in Genoa it was possible  to have bills from’.  (Know the feeling) She also has a certain very demanding gentleman to keep……

“Anything will do.” He wrapped the towel around himself and padded across the floor. “I’m not fussy. Just whatever you have in your kitchen.”

That would be a scrap of bread and some moldy cheese. There were some tomatoes on the plant in the garden. Some being the operative word. At the last count it was three. If she gave him one that would be two.’

So there we have it. Phew……  The Unraveling of Lady Fury is up for grabs today over with Etopia Press on Facebook. If it’s not like…now.. the other books either, it will be later. https://www.facebook.com/etopiapress

The lovely  Catherine Cavendish’s book

very apt for the time of year,  is also there for Fire Prevention Day– thrilled to be sharing a spot with a fav Etopian. Tara Lain’s, Fast Balls. is there too.  Oh the Spooky Theme I was blogging yesterday over at the lovely Faith Ashlin’s blog

That’s obviously Sherlock Holmes by the way not Faith. part of the  subject… well think Hounds, think Baskervilles, think where the story really originated. http://faithashlin.blogspot.com/2013/10/please-welcome-epically-amazing.html?spref=tw

BUT to return to Fire Prevention Day..and things being hot as hell in this October season, it is my pleasure to introduce a new Etopian, MZ Nikki Dee Houston, my special guest today, whose book is also up for grabs in Etopia’s Facebook Fest!!!   So here she is…Nikki Dee.

 

Fires aren’t all that’s sizzling at Hillwood Station….Nikki Dee Houston.

‘Firstly, I’d like to thank you for having me on your wonderful blog. I’m a little nervous, as I know you run a very ‘clean’ ship here, and I don’t want to offend any of your readers. I’m…um…one of those *looks left, then right* erotic romance writers. But I promise to keep my chat with you ‘suitable’ for your very righteous readers.

A little about myself, you ask? Well, I’m fortunate to be living an idyllic existence where the mere glance of the blue sea, white sand, and swaying palm trees from my living room, infuses me with the need to be creative. Yes, I live on an island. Fate brought me to this place, and the muse found me here. I couldn’t be more happy with my life if I tried.

My debut novella, All Fired Up, is not set anywhere near as peaceful and serene as my own surroundings. Rather, it is set in a suburban Fire Station, where the characters work hard to keep their community safe.

(Shehanne…yes we can see this can’t we?)

I like my female heroines to be strong, independent, even feisty. They often are women who are employed in normally male-dominated work, and I like to show that their determination to succeed is not uncommon. Many women – even company executives – encounter the need to break through the glass ceiling sometimes, and achieve their ambitions.

My leading men? Ooooh, now they have to be strong both of body and mind. Not Neanderthal strong – but strong enough to make the heroine fall in love with him, and to bring out her very tender feminine side. I love allowing my characters to peel off various layers, exposing another, deeper, side to their nature. It’s a bit like plucking petals from a rose. As each one is removed it gets closer to revealing their innermost selves.

Do I like Fire Fighters? Hell yeah!! They are the real deal. They are brave, compassionate, hardworking, often they are family men. They are the first people we call on when disaster strikes. They are real heroes, that’s for sure.

All Fired Up will be released on November 1st through Etopia Press.

Nikki’s Blurb……I tell yah…bring that fire extinguisher over here.

Cindy always wanted to be a fire fighter. When she tops the class in the rookie academy, her first posting is the small but busy Hillwood Fire Station—and she’s their first female firefighter. For some of the crew, the thought of a woman in their male-dominated world is too much, and Cindy gets a hostile reception from some.

When Cindy comes face-to-face with a real-life fireman calendar pinup, she is stunned at how much better looking he is in person. Cindy’s no weakling, but even she finds herself gasping for breath when confronted by those bright green eyes.

Only problem is—he’s her boss—Captain Dave Johnson.

Sparks fly both within Hillwood Fire Station, and in the dangerous spate of factory fires that the crew risk life and limb to control. Cindy’s ability to cut it with the men is on show to all, and she’s determined to not just keep up with them, but to excel as a firefighter.

Events turn nasty when a dark past comes back to haunt Cindy, jeopardising her career before it’s even started, and she has to prove that she’s not just a pretty face. Fanning the flames of contempt, she faces danger head on, eventually earning the respect of the team.

Meanwhile, the fires aren’t the only thing smoldering. Cindy and Dave are irresistibly drawn to each other. Their sizzling hot attraction is enough to make Hillwood Fire Station spontaneously combust. The more they try to douse the flames, the hotter it burns. There’s enough heat at Hillwood to burn fiercely for a long time.

Contact Details for Nikki Dee.

Website and Blog http://www.nikkideehouston.com/

Facebook   https://www.facebook.com/NikkiDeeHouston84

Twitter   https://twitter.com/NikkiDeeHouston  I tweet under @NikkiDeeHouston

Manic Readers http://www.manicreaders.com/NikkiDeeHouston/

That’s it for today folks… but we’ve other visits scheduled from some fabulous authors, plus more spooky posts.  Remember if you want to enter the Facebook Fest giveaway you know where to find it.

Filed under: blogging, Guest bloggers, heroes, heroines, writing Tagged: All Fired up by Nikki Dee Houston., Catherine Cavendish, Etopia Press, Fire Prevention Day, Giveaway, Moldy CHeese Day, Nikki Dee Houston, Shehanne Moore, Tara Lain

An atmosphere of fear and superstition…

Cue haunted house music. Do you squint? Suffer from epilepsy? Confess to being down upon your uppers? Cook ye with herbs? Hand out ye vino, or ye aspirins to your long suffering friends? Have no family? Have no friends to hand out anything to? Be that teensy tiny bit different?

If you answered yes to any three of the above then sorry, but that might have been enough to get you done for witchcraft a good few hundred years ago.

My latest guest blog, continuing the spooky season is over at a favorite stable mate, Catherine Cavendish’s  http://www.catherinecavendish.com/2013/10/the-ghosts-of-glamis-with-shehanne-moore.html

It’s about the ghosts of Scotland’s most haunted castle, Glamis Castle, one of which is said  of be Lady Janet Douglas  burned at the stake as a witch in front of her young son in 1537. Catherine was kind enough to let me promo His Judas Bride, out on tour now, with an Amazon giveaway card  to a randomly drawn commenter- details here.

http://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/2013/10/02/a-fine-and-dangerous-season/ along with those for Etopia’s special Facebook Fest. it’s..er…no-one’s turn today. Well, not that I can see right now anyway, though that might change, But then it is Bald and Free Day.

Okay, so Glamis is also thought to be the setting for Macbeth…think hubble, bubble and a lot of trouble, it’s the perfect excuse to show this

and to say they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh yes, Salem didn’t just happen in Massachusetts, it happened right up the road from where I live. The quiet market town of Forfar  home in 1661 to 1000 people, was also home to a terrible set of events. A set of events begun by one woman  Helen Guthrie, without whom the Forfar witch hunts would never have lasted so long or encompassed so many.

Forfar Witches Circle Memorial

A drunk who murdered her own step-sister when they were both children. Helen and her 13 year old daughter Janet Howat were accused of being witches along with 11 others. So Helen decided to start naming names. Six suspected ‘witches’ were executed on the Playfield, in full view of the inhabitants of Forfar, who treated each execution as a day out. One was lynched when the townspeople decided to do more than have a day out. Two were banished from the town.

All told roughly 40 women were imprisoned before Helen herself was executed. The fate of her daughter is unknown.

Of course Forfar isn’t the only local  place to boast witches. In 1704 in the sleepy fishing village of Pittenweem one man set in motion a series of events that saw one woman –Beattie Laing– banished from the community, to wander and starve, an elderly woman beaten to death by a lynch mob, who rode a horse and cart over her body and one man starved to death in prison.

The leaders of the mob were never punished and Patrick Morton was found to be an hysterical impostor who was not brought to justice for his wrongful accusations.

Let’s not leave Dundee out of this. Dundee can boast Grizzel Jaffray, the wife of a city burgess. The reason she was burned is a mystery as the records have been destroyed. What makes Grizzel famous isn’t just that she was the last person to be burned in the town as  a witch. No. Local tradition states her son, a sea captain, returned to the town, after years at sea, wondering what the smell of burning was.

By the pricking of my thumbs  that’s yir horror for today.  Except maybe for this….

I did menshie Macbeth after all. Once, in another life, I was in it.

Filed under: book tour Tagged: Dundee, Forfar, Glamis Castle, Grissell Jaffray, Macbeth, Massachusetts, Salem Massachusetts, Scotland, Scottish witches, The Pittenweem Witches, Witchcraft

It’s Light, It’s Winter and it’s here…..

SO today continuing the spooky theme. Hope this pic is vile enough for you all.

It’s a little one I had taken earlier…. I am welcoming paranormal author, the fabulous, the talented,  the drum roll please…  Renea Mason aboard,

today on–now let me get this right–

October 5 Do Something Nice Day, International Frugal Fun Day AND World Teacher’s Day.  Phew. I must say and this may change by close of play today but  it is interesting that not an Etopian author could  match their book to Do Something Nice Day. My characters don’t do anything nice, so obviously I wasn’t at the races there. But the rest…

Fortunately Katya Armock matched this to  International Frugal Fun Day.

…or not so frugal maybe…It depends on the definition.  While Tara Lain matched Trex or Treat in Halloween Heat IV and heather Sharp matched Purr-fect Love to World Teacher’s Day. Their posts on why will be up later and the three books will be also be  up for grabs here.

https://www/.facebook.com/etopiapress

SO…Renea, what else can I say about Renea and what will she say…let’s find out

Shey.  Renea, I met you first earlier this year when you introduced yourself as a newbie writer with Etopia Press. Since then Symphony of Light and Winter has been published and you’ve worked endlessly to promote yourself AND others. How’s that been for you?

Renea.  Honestly?  It’s been exhausting and rewarding.  The people I’ve connected with have been fabulous.  Seeing people enjoy the characters makes everything worth it.

I also love seeing other authors succeed.  It’s great to know that I can help in some way since so many have helped me.

 Shey.  My gob is actually totally smacked at getting you on here away from your characters, Linden and Cyril.

Do they know you’re here alone? What are they off doing today?

Renea. Cyril just finished reminiscing about his time in seventh century ‘Scottland.’  And Linden, she’s learning what it’s like to fill Cyril’s very large shoes.

Shey.  Hmm. More of that in a moment I’m sure. Symphony of  Light and Winter– as a title drew me from the start—how did you come up with it? 

Renea It’s actually sort of silly.  I joined a critique site and they required a title.  The title is symbolic of the book but I never really connected with it the way I had hoped.  But after six months of working on the story, I really couldn’t bring myself to call it anything else.

Shey. What???  I guess that ‘s the thing with titles. Renea, I keep seeing this figure …1, so I take it from that and Cyril’s predicament at the end of the book, book 2  is  in the pipeline? How do Linden and Cyril feel about that? We’re not going to have jealous rages are we with these new characters you’ve dreamed up ? Or is it going to be more about them?

Renea. Yes, they are left in a rather delicate situation at the end of book two.  I think readers will be surprised at how the story unfolds.  I do cross some lines and hopefully will leave readers a few, “oh, no she didn’t!” moments.  But I think die-hard Cyril and Linden fans will be pleased.

Shey.  Leaving Cyril quickly to the side because I think we may have a visitor….

might have known we would…where do you find your inspiration for your stories?

Renea. I really don’t know.  It’s all kind of magical or perhaps something I need to be medicated for.  They just come to me.  I like to daydream about them while driving to and from work each day.

Shey. Lol. Don’t we all. Both things there actually. How we don’t get lifted out the traffic queue, the supermarket queue… 

What about music? Do spill.

Renea. Symphony of Light and Winter was written listening to:

-       Florence + Machine – Ceremonials

-       We are the Fallen

-       Franz Shubert – Death and the Maiden

-       Vivaldi – The Four Seasons

-       Beethoven – Moonlight Sonata http://youtu.be/nT7_IZPHHb0

Those are pretty much the only pieces I listened to throughout the creation of the story.

Shey.  And pure class they are too.

All right…what about Cyril? What can you tell me about yourself Cyril? You might as well now you’ve gone and snuck in…..  You adore Renea, that’s it isn’t it, Cyril? This stuff with Linden is just pretence? Or have you come to chew the fat with Callm because you’re both kind of creatures of  legend? Or tell me there’s no words to describe you?

Cyril.. With all due respect Ms. Moore, this author holds no power over me.  It’s with my blessing that she is permitted to scribe my tales.  She knows her place.

Shey. Really? I’m glad about that and you’re so modest.

Cyril. I’ve come to remind her that she has work to do.  She doesn’t have time to be chatting it up or chewing that fat as you put it.  My Linden is in peril and she just left her there while she pretends to be important. 

Shey. Now Cyril, I’m sure she doesn’t really. We authors just like to think so….

Cyril. Your Callm sounds like a fascinating chap. 

Perhaps when I have more time, we can share a drink and exchange stories.  Having someone to commiserate with about uncooperative authors would be a delight. 

Shey. I beg your pardon? Renea and I are not uncooperative. We give you nice stories to be in, with very nice women. What more do you want?

Cyril. To answer three more questions, Ms. Moore before I must insist that Ms. Mason get back to her task.  

Shey.  (wiping slavers) You’ve been around a long time, have you been to Scotland before in your backstory? Callm would be interested in that.

Cyril. I’ve been around longer than you can imagine. Modern day Scottland may be a pleasure but traveling the moors by foot was less than desirable. And the kilt.  What is it with women and the kilt? 

Shey. I have no idea.

Cyril. The first the author asked when I told her I was in seventh century Scottland was, “Did you wear a kilt?”  Leather.  I wrap my goods in leather.

Shey (fans self) Phew… So you.. er… plan on visiting a few ..ahem…sites then?

Cyril. I go where Linden goes.

Shey. Renea here is your fabulous creator, can you tell me about her favorite place and what’s she’s happiest doing?

Cyril.  Her favorite place should be at the computer, coffee in reach and fingers typing away.  In fact it’s where she’s heading now with me.

Renea. Cyril!

Cyril. Ms. Moore, you have been a most gracious host but I’m afraid Ms. Mason must be on her way. 

You see, to answer your other question back there.  No one could ever take Linden’s place.

Renea. Thank you for having me Shehanne….Ahhhhhhh…..

And thank you to all my current and future readers.

Shey. It’s all right. Renea can be found here.

http://www.ReneaMason.com http://www.Facebook.com/ReneaMasonAuthor

http://www.Facebook.com/symphonyoflightandwinter http://www.Pinterest.com/ReneaMason

http://www.goodreads.com/ReneaMason http://www.tumblr.com/blog/reneamasonauthor

https://twitter.com/ReneaMason1 S.ReneaMason@gmail.com

http://www.amazon.com/Renea-Mason/e/B00DIMOX2S/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

You can enter the Facebook giveaway October 26th is Renea’s Date.

BLURB

One woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.

Fundraiser Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.

But ten years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…

    You can buy it here.       

http://www.amazon.com/Symphony-Light-Winter-ebook/dp/B00DI9DMN2/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

BarnesandNoble.com

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/symphony-of-light-and-winter-renea-mason/1115751958?ean=2940016769806

AllRomanceeBooks.com

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-symphonyoflightandwinter-1223873-340.html

Kobo.com

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