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April 20, 2015
Tell Again Tuesday The Other Booths from History Imagined
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Can’t say that I ever remember much of the background of John Wilkes Booth or where he came from. This post tells of his interesting background and the effect his actions had on his entire family.
The Other Booths
April 10, 2015 by lindapennell
On the evening of April 14, 1865 during a performance of the play “Our American Cousin” at Ford’s Theater in Washington, D.C., John Wilkes Booth shot President Abraham Lincoln in the back of the head, a wound from which the president would die early the next morning. In the initial confusion after the shooting, Booth managed to jump from the presidential box onto the stage, crying “Sic Semper Tyrannis” (Thus Always To Tyrants), beginning a flight from justice that ended twelve days later with his death in a Virginia barn. It is as Lincoln’s assassin that Booth is remembered. What is sometimes forgotten is that John Wilkes Booth was well known long before his act of treachery.
Like his father, Junius Brutus Booth (1796-1852), and his brother Edwin, John Wilkes Booth was one of the most respected actors of his day. In 1862, the New York Herald called John a …
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https://historyimagined.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/the-other-booths/
April 16, 2015
Friday Feature The Dragon Chronicles Learning D.R. Grady
Welcomes
The Dragon Chronicles: Learning
By
D.R. Grady
Announcing the first book in The Dragon Chronicles: Learning by D.R. Grady.
Release date is April 22, 2015.
Pre-order link: http://amzn.com/B00W83FCBE
Blurb
Peace has reigned for so long, most beings believe dragons are mere myths, including elf professor Dr. Lindy Veles. After meeting attractive Dr. Alex von Schreider—a surly professor from a bear shifter family who possesses plenty of paranormal power, yet can’t shift—things start to spiral downward. Especially when he catches Lindy’s strong shifter scent. Elves don’t normally shift. Alex finds the compelling elf’s denials suspicious. Lindy thinks he’s crazy to believe she’s a shifter.
As they delve into the ancient Dragon Chronicles, tomes about dragons, it quickly becomes clear their efforts are no mere academic exercise. Dragons are suddenly becoming all too real. When Lindy shifts into one, Alex discovers he’s meant to control her dragon—the most powerful creature on earth. The pair is caught in the middle of two raging battles . . . their own personal emotional war and the war to save their world.
With the clock ticking, Lindy and Alex must surrender their misconceptions about themselves and dragons, and unite to begin the fight for their very existence.
Hook
A carefree elf and a surly bear non-shifter have to unite to save the world. Too bad no one believes in dragons, until she turns into one under dire circumstances.
Excerpt
“From her squeaky voice, I take it Lindy hasn’t accepted her new role in life?” Amusement and sympathy lit Keely’s eyes.
“Neither of them, in fact.”
“I’m struggling with being a dragon, but I’ve got being an elf down,” Lindy huffed.
Alex turned amused eyes on Keely. “This is Lindy Veles, my dragon and my mate. She’s in denial.”
Mate? Her mind jammed into neutral. Lindy choked on the tea she just sipped. Alex bolted upright and tapped her back until she coughed the liquid out of her lungs. “Mate?” she choked out. This was way too soon.
He scooped her up and settled her on his lap. And therefore sheltered and protected her within his warmth. “Mate.”
No way. This was not possible.
Hugh leaned forward and sniffed in the freaky way shifters do. “Mates for sure.”
“You can smell it?” Ewain’s eyes were as wide as hers.
“Of course I can. I’m a shifter.”
“Because I can’t shift, it took me a lot longer to figure it out. I’d decided, like Keely, I wouldn’t be blessed with a mate.” Alex squeezed Lindy’s hip.
When had the world turned upside down?
“Your DNA is still there, Alex.” Hugh frowned. “Besides, it’s probably better you can’t shift.”
“Why?” Alex demanded. Beneath her, she felt him tense.
“You have way too much power for an ordinary shifter to control. In fact, you’re the most powerful being I’ve ever scented. With the exception of Lindy.” Hugh waved a hand toward her.
Someone—anyone—was welcome to all her ‘power.’ She’d gladly give the miserable creature away. And while I’m wishing, can someone please turn the world right-side-up again? I’d like to get off.
Bio
D.R. Grady lives with her husband near Hershey, PA. She adores chocolate, laughing, collecting bags, books, and shoes, and adores writing stories that resonate with others.
Where to find D.R. Grady
Website: http://www.drgradybooks.com/
Twitter: @drgradybooks
Facebook Page: D.R. Grady
Google+: D.R. Gradybooks
Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007HR0ULS
April 14, 2015
Wednesday Special Spotlight The Promised One C.D. Hersh
Shining on
The Promised One
The Promised One is the first book in The Turning Stone Chronicles. Book two Blood Brothers released October 31, 2014. Book three Son of the Moonless Night is coming soon.
Blurb for—The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles)
In the wrong hands, the Turning Stone ring is a powerful weapon for evil. So, when homicide detective Alexi Jordan discovers her secret society mentor has been murdered and his magic ring stolen, she is forced to use her shape-shifting powers to catch the killer. By doing so, she risks the two most important things in her life—her badge and the man she loves.
Rhys Temple always knew his fiery cop partner and would-be-girlfriend, Alexi Jordan, had a few secrets. He considers that part of her charm. But when she changes into a man, he doesn’t find that as charming. He’ll keep her secret to keep her safe, but he’s not certain he can keep up a relationship—professional or personal.
Danny Shaw needs cash for the elaborate wedding his fiancée has planned, so he goes on a mugging spree. But when he kills a member of the secret society of Turning Stones, and steals a magic ring that gives him the power to shape shift, Shaw gets more than he bargained for.
EXCERPT:
The woman stared at him, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. “Return the ring, or you’ll be sorry.”
With a short laugh he stood. “Big words for someone bleeding to death.” After dropping the ring into his pocket, he gathered the scattered contents of her purse, and started to leave.
“Wait.” The words sounded thick and slurred . . . two octaves deeper . . . with a Scottish lilt.
Shaw frowned and spun back toward her. The pounding in his chest increased. On the ground, where the woman had fallen, lay a man.
He wore the same slinky blue dress she had—the seams ripped, the dress top collapsed over hard chest muscles, instead of smoothed over soft, rounded curves. The hem skimmed across a pair of hairy, thick thighs. Muscled male thighs. Spiked heels hung at an odd angle, toes jutting through the shoe straps. The same shoes she’d been wearing.
The alley tipped. Shaw leaned against the dumpster to steady himself. He shook his head to clear the vision, then slowly moved his gaze over the body.
A pair of steel-blue eyes stared out of a chiseled face edged with a trim salt-and-pepper beard. Shaw whirled around scanning the alley.
Where was the woman? And who the hell was this guy?
Terrified, Shaw fled.
The dying man called out, “You’re cursed. Forever.”
Amazon buy links:
The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles):
eBook: http://amzn.com/B00DUMODKI
Paper back: http://amzn.com/1619353504
Blood Brothers (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 2):
eBook: http://amzn.com/B00OVNFC8W
April 13, 2015
Tell Again Tuesday Crossroads
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Crossroads
Posted on March 24, 2015 by Debi Walter
We all know what’s it’s like to be at a crossroad–that’s where two roads intersect and you have to decide which way to go. If you’ve set your course ahead of time, then the decision is easy–hardly noticeable. If you’re simply enjoying the ride, a crossroad can be an unexpected adventure. If there’s an accident causing a delay, a crossroad can provide a needed detour. If you’re in a hurry, a crossroad can offer a shortcut. But if you are on an unfamiliar road and not sure where you’re going, a crossroad can cause stress. What if you choose the wrong way and end up lost? What if the road isn’t safe, or leads no where? These are all valid concerns for the responsible driver.
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http://theromanticvineyard.com/2015/03/24/crossroads/
April 9, 2015
Friday Feature Iris Wynne The Missing Mah Jongg Player
This week is
Iris Wynne
Author of
The Missing Mah Jongg Player
We are happy to have Iris Wynne with us sharing with us the cover, Blurb, and an excerpt from her new book The Missing Mah Jongg Player due out soon from Soul Mate Publishing. Watch this space for when the book come out.
Blurb
Steve Wade is an ex cop with an ex-wife and girlfriends he could never commit to. Now he’s a private investigator known for his knack in solving crimes.
This handsome private eye never has a problem finding clients. His newest case involves five frantic Mah Jongg players who are in search of one of their players who disappeared after meeting a man on an online dating site.
Steve Wade is reluctant to take the case. He believes she is just another woman not wanting to be found. But the women are insistent that their missing Mah Jongg player did not vanish on her own. In the meantime, they organize a Valentine’s speed dating gig inviting all the suspects who dated Marilou Dickson, the missing Mah Jongg player, in an attempt to find out what happened to her.
As he watches the dinner play out he begins to realize she may not have gone willingly when all the suspects are presented before him. He even hires his sometime drop dead gorgeous girlfriend for the event to lure the culprit out into the open. Steve just hopes no one goes home with a potential killer.
He has to work fast when the case begins to unravel as lies and betrayal become evident and the truth of what happened to the missing player becomes clear. Will he be able to find the suspect before they choose another victim? This may be his biggest challenge yet.
Excerpt
Marilou Dickson was sitting at the bar, sixty miles away from Toronto on a Saturday night waiting for her date. The only problem was she didn’t know who he was. She got in touch with him on an online dating site and his picture looked great, even though he was much younger than her. A full head of dark hair, straight nose, large hazel eyes and great abs from a previous picture he sent her. She imagined his strong arms wrapped around her as he made love to her. She was tired of being alone as age and beauty were slowly taking its toll while drinking and smoking was becoming an obsession that a good man could help her control.
The noise in the bar was unbearable and she was dying for a cigarette. At least in the old days before cell phones and Internet, you could smoke. The place was packed with pretty girls in floozy outfits, some displaying unwanted flesh. Youth could get away with many things and the sleazier you got, the more attention from the men.
It was like that years ago before marriage and grown kids.
Her phone buzzed which made her spill her drink on her new gold cashmere sweater.
“Damn!” she said.
“May I buy you another drink?”
She looked up and there was her man, looking better in person.
“Hi!” she said tying not to slur her words.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered to her.
“What about my drink?”
“Let’s go to my place.” He smiled as his white teeth flashed at her.
She wanted to stay here and enjoy the bar and perhaps dance. She wasn’t ready to go to his place yet. She sighed and smiled up at him.
“Why don’t we just stay here?”
“You’ll get too drunk.”
She grinned at him, thrilled that he should be so concerned about her. Her phone buzzed again. She gave him a shrug.
“Sorry–I may as well answer this or I’ll never hear the end of it.”
She was going to tell him her friends were worried about her, warned her about going out with strangers–blah-blah. She decided not to say anything. She noticed that his hair was an unnatural black hue, almost like a wig. She wouldn’t care less if he was bald–didn’t men understand that? His glasses were tinted unable to really see the color of his eyes. Something in the pit of her stomach was telling her something was off. She answered her phone walking a distance away from him and the bar. He was watching her though, his look almost a leer. Perhaps it was because she was drunk that she thought this. Nevertheless she would not leave alone and go back into an empty house especially on a Saturday night.
“Marilou is that you?” Harriet said, her voice full of concern.
“What’s up, I’m in the middle of a date.”
“Just checking to see if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine really, you don’t have to worry.”
“Where are you?”
“Outside of Toronto.”
“What!”
“Harriet, I’m a big girl.”
She glanced over at him. He bought a drink and was sipping it rather quickly. He was watching her so she waved to him.
“What does he look like?”
“I don’t know, he’s wearing a dark wig and glasses.”
“Marilou, that is not a good sign.”
Harriet could hear a deep voice asking her friend something.”
“Gotta go Harriet, see you Monday night.”
There was a click and the line went dead.
BIO
Iris Wynne is a book lover, a day dreamer and a hopeless romantic. She is a writer of cozy mysteries with an element of romance. She is a mother of two girls and in her spare time she dog walks, plays golf in the summer and of course grabs a game of Mah Jongg whenever she can. ‘The Missing Mah Jongg Player’ is her book debut.
Where to find Iris:
Website: http://www.iriswynne.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Iris-Wynne/1516053195310578
Twitter: @iriswynne https://twitter.com/iriswynne
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/iriswynne
Thursday Thread The Highlander’s Outlaw Bride
Welcomes
The Highlander’s Outlaw Bride
By
Cathy MacRae
Genre: Scottish historical romanceHeat level: Sensual
Blurb:
Thrust into the role of laird upon his father’s unexpected death, Connor MacLaurey returns home to find his cousin has usurped his lands and title. Furthermore, his betrothed–a lass he barely knows and certainly did not agree to marry–is hunted by the sheriff, accused of stealing cattle. His plan is to petition the king for clemency for the foolish chit, break the betrothal, and take his castle back from his treacherous cousin. Marriage is not in his plans.
Brianna Douglas has no use for men. Widowed young, berated daily for failing to give her husband a child, and sent home in subsequent disgrace, she devotes her life to holding her family’s land for her young brother as their sotted father drowns his sorrow in whisky over her mother’s death. Raiders have hit her clan hard, and to save them, she finds herself betrothed to Laird MacLaurey’s absent son to seal a pact of protection with the MacLaurey clan.
Forced into a marriage neither wants, it will take a king’s edict and sacrifice from both to discover what love means. But can they accept their losses and learn from their mistakes before Brianna marries another?
* * *
Excerpt:
“Explain why ye hate me so.” Conn’s voice sounded soft and low, both gentling and demanding at the same time.
Brianna glanced past him, her gaze darting from side to side, judging the possibility of escape. There was none, and after a moment she lifted her chin a notch, refusing to answer him. He hid a grin at her courage and pride. And stubbornness.
“Have ye always disliked the idea of marriage, then?”
A disdainful breath escaped her. “I was married once before. It dinnae interest me much then, either.”
“Yer previous husband was only a lad. Heir to a sizeable bit of land, but still just a lad.”
“And ye can do better,” she tossed at him, repeating his earlier boast to the king.
“Ye know I can.” He touched the backs of his fingers to her cheek and she gasped, her skin darkening beneath his touch. “I cannae get our love-making out of my mind.”
Brianna shrugged. “Och, there was nothing to recommend it to me. I have already put it from my mind.”
“I apologize for that, dearling. Ye willnae feel so bereft the next time, I promise ye.”
“Dinnae bother. All I want from ye is Morven’s protection for Wyndham.”
He met her steely stare. “Ye dinnae want me?”
“Nae,” she ground between clenched teeth, her nostrils flaring.
“Ye werenae married long enough to appreciate a man in yer bed. I bet ye still have yer dowry chest.” He teased her lightly, wanting to see a smile on her lips.
“I burned the wood to warm my cold bedroom,” she snarled in reply.
“Yer wedding dress?”
“Rags for the stable!”
He leaned closer, his voice a raw whisper in her ear. “I would settle for marrying ye the way I found ye.” Brianna eyed him in puzzlement, and he knew the instant she remembered he had pulled her from the burn as naked as the day she was born.
With a snarl of either rage or despair, she flung herself away from the wall. Before he could stop her, she darted beneath his arm and fled down the darkened hallway, her billowing silver hair the last thing to fade into the darkness.
* * *
Buy Link: http://www.amzn.com/B00UD9JMBQ
Author Bio:
Cathy enjoys weaving tales of romance in the Highland mists. Her stories feature strong heroes and feisty heroines in pursuit of their happy-ever-afters in medieval Scotland.
When not writing, Cathy can be found curled up in a chair with a book or enjoying the outdoors with her corgis and newest member of the family, Freki. A member of RWA and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, she is currently working on another Highland romance novel and planning her next trip to Scotland.
Check out her website at http://www.cathymacraeauthor.com/ for book updates, writing and author posts, as well as her thoughts on gardening and dogs. She would love to hear from you!
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April 7, 2015
Wednesday Special Spotlight Restoration Kim Loraine
Shines on
Kim Loraine’s
Book Release
Restoration
Restoration’s release day is today.
Blurb:
After the tragic death of her fiancé, Grace McConnell turns to the only remaining constant in her life, her work. So when she’s offered the lead position for an international restoration project, she jumps at the chance to get away from her small town, full of John’s memories.
Drew Tensley has always been a hard worker. Dedicated to his family and community, he put aside his own London career to take over the family business after his mother’s terminal diagnosis. Five years later, he’s ready to start living for himself when he literally runs into his hometown’s newest architect.
Grace quickly discovers that traveling half-way across the world was the best decision she’s ever made. Until she meets Drew, a man whose personality and lifestyle are the exact opposite of John’s, but whose face is the spitting image. Struggling with her own motivations and feelings, research uncovers secrets she isn’t ready for; secrets that could ruin her second chance for true love.
Excerpt:
Grace’s phone, practically an extra appendage by now, buzzed as she walked in to the grocery store. She perused the aisles—her focus drifting from her phone to the items in her small basket. She was so engrossed in her email, she didn’t see the tall man in the aisle she was turning down. That is, until she collided with him. With a crash, his groceries fell to the floor, creating a disastrous mess of broken eggs, spilled milk, and loose tea.
“Oh, my God!” She bent down to try and salvage the dry groceries he’d had. “I am so sorry. I’m such an idiot. Are you all right?”
“It’s my fault, really. I should’ve been watching where you were going,” he said, a smile in his voice.
“No, no. Let me pay for these,” she insisted, still not looking at him. Her eyes were focused on the mess she’d made.
Long, thin fingers reached out to still her hands. “Please stop. It’s quite all right. No harm done.”
She looked up to protest and found herself staring into eyes a familiar shade of melted chocolate, framed by dark eyebrows raised in a quizzical expression. Her heart thumped in her chest and she almost forgot to breathe.
John?
“Are you well? Miss?” the man asked.
“I … I … have to go,” she stuttered the words, barely able to form a sentence. Heart racing, she turned and ran out of the store, leaving the man with no explanation and a mess on his hands.
Valerie was waiting for her on the porch when she arrived home.
“Did you see him?” Was all she asked.
“I saw him. I saw him at the airport and now the grocery store. I think I’ve lost my mind. ”
“Who did you see?”
“J-John.”
Valerie sat in shocked silence.
“Not only did I see him, I ran into him, literally. Broke his eggs and ran away.” She felt herself spinning out of control.
“Grace.” Valerie touched her arm.
Grace stood and shook her head. “I know it’s not him, but he looks … Their eyes are exactly the same.”
Buy link for Restoration: http://amzn.com/B00VS8X28U
Where to find Kim Loraine:
Web site: http://www.kimlorainewriter.com/
Follow me on Twitter: @kimloraine2
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/kimlorainewriter
Contact Kim at: kimlorainewriter@gmail.com
April 6, 2015
Tell Again Tuesday 7 Elements of Historical Fiction
A blog series where we shamelessly share posts from others that we have enjoyed.
7 Elements of Historical Fiction
Posted by awriterofhistory in Historical Fiction, Inside Historical Fiction, Writing Historical Fiction
All writers of fiction have to consider seven critical elements: character, dialogue, setting, theme, plot, conflict, and world building. While every story succeeds or disappoints on the basis of these elements, historical fiction has the added challenge of bringing the past to life.
Since I work best by example, I’m developing an explanation of the seven elements in the context of historical fiction.
For the rest of the blog go to:
http://awriterofhistory.com/2015/03/24/7-elements-of-historical-fiction/
April 2, 2015
Friday Feature Restoration Kim Loraine
Welcomes
Restoration
By
Kim Loraine
Kim has stopped by to share an interesting fact about her new book Restoration, which is scheduled to be released April 8th.
Interesting fact about my book:
I wrote it during the year my family moved from Washington State to Japan. All while working 50 hours a week and finishing my bachelor’s degree. The characters wouldn’t leave me alone so I wrote during any spare moment I had. The original draft had so much back story that I forget my readers don’t know Grace’s history as well as I do. I am currently working on a novella featuring Drew and Grace.
Here’s the blurb for the release announcement.
Restoration: A Golden Beach Novel
After the tragic death of her fiancé, Grace McConnell turns to the only remaining constant in her life, her work. So when she’s offered the lead position for an international restoration project, she jumps at the chance to get away from her small town, full of John’s memories.
Drew Tensley has always been a hard worker. Dedicated to his family and community, he put aside his own London career to take over the family business after his mother’s terminal diagnosis. Five years later, he’s ready to start living for himself when he literally runs into his hometown’s newest architect.
Grace quickly discovers that traveling half-way across the world was the best decision she’s ever made. Until she meets Drew, a man whose personality and lifestyle are the exact opposite of John’s, but whose face is the spitting image. Struggling with her own motivations and feelings, research uncovers secrets she isn’t ready for; secrets that could ruin her second chance for true love.
Where to find Kim Loraine:
Web site: http://www.kimlorainewriter.com/
Follow me on Twitter: @kimloraine2
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/kimlorainewriter
Contact Kim at: kimlorainewriter@gmail.com
Thursday Threads Unknown Protector Maggie Mundy
Thursday ThreadsWelcomes
Unknown Protector
By
Maggie Mundy
Blurb:
Two things have helped Nicole cope since the murder of her husband. One is running her detective agency, and the other is her guardian angel Mira. When Mira is killed by a demon, Nicole accepts the help of a Ridge, a long haired, cigar smoking diamond in the rough with wings. Things go from bad to worse when a replacement guardian cannot be found. She has to trust Ridge, which is tricky when she realizes there are no demons or angels, just parasitic aliens that humans have built the myths of these celestial beings around. Ridge isn’t an angel or a devil, but an alien half breed known as a Midworlder. He is also way too sexy for his own good, or is it her own good.
Excerpt:
“Please don’t drop me, please don’t drop me,” Nicole repeated as she closed her eyes. She didn’t like flying in planes, let alone being dragged through the night sky by an oversexed scruffy angel who was too hot for his own good. Or was it her own good.
“I won’t let you fall. Look around before we go over. I reckon you’ve guessed the events of tonight aren’t the way we normally do things. Humans aren’t meant to be aware of our flying through the night sky which means I can’t let you remember any of this.”
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. His face was close to hers as he gripped her tight around her waist. It was too dark to read what he might be thinking from his expression. His lips were so close and her own were parting at the thought he might kiss her. She trembled, but not from fear anymore and hoped he couldn’t read her mind. They were being hunted and she wanted a kiss, no she longed for it. He had to be putting the thoughts in her head.
She needed to get her mind off him so she gazed down at San Francisco. Her adopted city stretched out below with steep streets reaching down to the harbor, while the lights on the Golden Gate Bridge shone in the distance, reflecting on the water below. She smiled as a tear flowed down her cheek. She had never seen it this way before. For a moment she forgot others were after them or after her in particular. She peeked over Ridge’s shoulder and glanced back over his wings as they glided through the sky. Three dark, winged shapes were following and could be seen against the light of the full moon. Maybe the full moon could explain why strange things were happening, because this was like staring at a scene from a horror movie, except it was real.
The shapes of their pursuer’s bodies blurred. She turned back to the city but the lights of San Francisco were disappearing. In the moonlight she focused on the face next to her. Ridge smiled and touched her cheek with his.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna get you a new guardian and all of this will go away. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
She didn’t want a new guardian, she wanted Mira back. It went dark and reminded her of when she went adventure-caving in Australia. The absolute darkness of underground where not even a trickle of light breaks through, no matter how hard you look. She couldn’t see Ridge anymore, but the closeness of him and the darkness amplified the sound of his wings. For a moment they were all that existed in the universe. His lips touched hers and her mouth opened to him only to have him pull away. Did he mean to do that?
“I suggest you close your eyes and give your mind over to me,” he whispered.
Nicole shook her head and tried to get herself back to reality, whatever that was. “I’m not going anywhere with my eyes shut after tonight, and from what I’m picking up at times your mind seems a bit murky to let you in again.”
“Suit yourself darling, but don’t blame me if you pass out.”
Pain sliced through her temple. She squeezed her eyes shut and instinctively hugged Ridge tighter. His thoughts were in her head again telling her to relax, but this time it wasn’t working. She tried to hold down the rising alarm of what would happen next. Somehow she had an inkling it wasn’t going to be good.
Buy link for Unknown Protector http://tinyurl.com/kvph4dc
Where to find Maggie:
http://www.pinterest.com/maggiemundy/
https://twitter.com/MundyMaggie
https://www.facebook.com/MaggieMundyAuthor
http://maggiemundy.blogspot.com.au
