In my Lynlee Lincoln series, our favorite snarky witch lives in a strange sort of place that she affectionately refers to as “the mafia house.” If you’ve ever wondered about that, the truth is that the mafia house really does exist… or at least it did at one time. The hubby and I looked at it about fifteen years ago when we were looking for a home in the Houston area. That house needed lots of love but I absolutely adored all the weird aspects of it. I mean, how cool would it be to have a bathroom with a hidden door to a crawl area with a floor safe, a peep-through window between rooms plus a huge bedroom-sized cedar closet? It was much bigger than we needed and already had a contract on it, so it wasn’t meant to be. Still, that crazy house remained in my mind until I had the dream that led to this story.
As a Catholic-girl, I was raised to know that the day after Halloween was All Saints Day, a holy day of obligation for us to venerate the saints. The day following was All Souls Day, which was to remember our departed loved ones and to pray for their passage into heaven. Later, I studied Spanish and also Aztec history and I was fascinated by Día de los Muertos: the day of the dead. Today Mexico still celebrates this day by decorating graves and even leaving food for the departed to feast upon when they cross over into the realm of the living.
In this Trolling for Trouble I took a little dramatic license and chose to apply some of the beliefs about that day to All Souls Day.
And if you read Trolling for Trouble, you’ll also find out about PMS… but not the PMS you might be thinking. I was already dating the hubby when I decided to audit one of the history classes he taught at the local university. I will never forget the day he lectured about PMS; the common aspect of many Native American tribes to be Polytheistic, Matrilineal and to have Sex-linked traits. I explain the basics of what that means here in the story itself, but I just wanted you guys to know that I didn’t make it up. The college professor who swept me off my feet about twenty-one years ago used that in all of his United States History courses.
In that same story, Lynlee comments about the football score 222-0. I wrote 100-0 in my first draft, but when I mentioned it to hubby, he proceeded to tell me about the Cumberland vs Georgia Tech game that ended with a score of 222-0. He thought he recalled the year of that game to be 1915, but in actuality it was 1916–still, pretty impressive that his brain can hold such “useless” information.
According to what I was able to find, it appears that Cumberland College discontinued its football program, but weren’t allowed to cancel this particular game against Georgia Tech. The internet provides lots of myths about the game, some of which have been debunked. But I have to say the quote from the Atlanta Journal pretty much sums up what the game must have been like:
“As a general rule, the only thing necessary for a touchdown was to give a Tech back the ball and holler, ‘Here he comes’ and ‘There he goes.’”
Oh, and one more fun fact. The coach for Georgia Tech that year? None other than John Heisman.
Release Day Blitz: Saving Grace
Author: Vi Carter
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Dates: 25th of October
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours
Grace knows that the only way she can survive life is to bury her past.
But nothing stays buried forever…
It’s been two years since she lost so much. Two years since she started a new life, in a new college, with a new group of friends. Two years, and now her troubles are rushing back.
When Derek walks into Grace’s life, he makes her feel things she’d hoped never to feel again. The box she hid all her secrets in is opening, and Grace might not be able to keep it shut this time.
As each of her traumas resurfaces, Grace isn’t sure having Derek at her side is enough to save her. And if he’s not, Grace isn’t sure she’ll come out the other side fully intact.
If you like “The Problem with Forever” by Jennifer L Armentrout or “Hopeless” by Colleen Hoover, then Saving Grace will feed your addiction for a romance with real-life struggles.
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When Vi Carter isn’t writing contemporary romance books, you can find her reading her favorite authors, baking, taking photos or watching Netflix.
Married with one child, Vi divides her time between motherhood and all the other hats she wears as an Author.
Vi’s main goal is to give readers the same emotional ride that she got from reading Colleen Hoover and Jennifer L. Armentrout books.
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I grew up across the street from my high school. There was an open lot adjacent to the baseball field and directly opposite our place… and at one time there had been a house there. I have no idea what happened to the house, but the old concrete steps still remained when we were kids. The Girls – that’s a descriptor for my 2 sisters and I; we were always just “The Girls” – anyway, The Girls and I along with some friends created this entire story about how the house had burned down and that a young lady had died in the fire. When we walked along in the woods behind that vacant lot we found some shards of a mirror. Well obviously the girl’s spirit was trapped in that mirror and so we couldn’t dare look into the glass because if she saw us she’d pull us in with her!
There was also this tiny little building out behind our neighbor’s home. I remember one day The Girls and I snuck over there and went into that little “house.” We weren’t supposed to be there, probably because the thing was falling apart and we could have killed ourselves playing in it. However, in our minds we weren’t supposed to be in there because it was haunted. In that little decrepit building we found a small piece of “Egyptian” artwork made of little stones glued together. We were certain it was possessed of some power and we all ran from that little house in terror when we dropped it and a piece of it broke off. We were convinced we were going to be “cursed” forever!
I can also fondly remember the year The Girls and I were going to make our very own haunted house. I remember us stringing cobwebs along the front deck and going to all sorts of extremes. But what I remember most was the look of absolute horror on my mothers face when she saw the little babydoll we had “tortured.” We dripped fake blood all over the poor little thing and then drove a nail into her body. I’m surprised we weren’t all put up for adoption shortly thereafter.
Needless to say, it never took much to spark up our imaginations and I guess its any wonder my imagination remains as twisted as it is to this day!
“Gremlin” was a slang word coined by the Royal Air Force during the 1920s and its usage really picked up steam during the Second World War when the imaginary creatures became the scapegoats for all manners of mechanical problems and sabotage in aircraft. Interestingly enough, the term was even used by the German military indicating these fantastical critters weren’t necessarily for one side or the other.
In September of 1940 a Royal Air Force pilot crashed his Gladiator plane in the desert of North Africa, sustaining serious injuries, including a concussion. He took about six months to recover from his wounds and eventually went back to the front, even taking part in the Battle of Athens. After the war that pilot went to the United States where he met writer C.S. Forester. In 1943 the pilot published his first children’s book, The Gremlins. You might better recognize that pilot’s later books some of which were my childhood favorites: James and the Giant Peach, Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Willie Wonka and the Great Glass Elevator among others.
The pilot’s name was Roald Dahl. He credits his WWII plane crash with his becoming a writer, not only because his first published work was an account of his experience but also because he believed the injuries awakened a creative part of his brain.
After Dahl published The Gremlins he entered into talks with Walt Disney about making the story into a film project. While that never happened, the gremlins continued to expand into pop culture. The fictional creature made appearances in cartoons as well an episode of The Twilight Zone entitled “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet” featuring William Shatner. And of course most of us remember them best from the movies Gremlins and Gremlins 2.
Driving into work this morning I was rockin’ the Big 80’s on 8 (gotta love the 80s) and they were giving a tribute to the amazing Michael Jackson in honor of his birthday today. I am a HUGE MJ fan and I love almost all of his music, but the one that is probably one of my favs if Thriller.
I think it may have been my 14th or 15th birthday when I had a slumber party at our house. Mom got me a super-cool purple boom box. And Daddy bought me my first cassette for that boombox… Michael Jackson’s Thriller album. My girlfriends and I had the best time dancing in my room and I’m pretty sure there were a few times Mom and Daddy might have regretted that gift. But, Thriller will ALWAYS be a fond memory that I have of my Dad.
So let’s wish HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the King of Pop by sharing a #MusicMemory. When you think of MJ, what song comes to mind? Comment here or head over to my Facebook Page and share there!
What if your only way out was a dead end?
When Claire finds herself in an unfamiliar country mansion with no idea how she got there, she just wants to find a way home. Unfortunately for her, the house has other ideas. Doors slam to cut off her escape, and forces of nature seem to be keeping her hostage. With no way to communicate with the outside world, will she ever find a way back to her loved ones?
If you like captivating, spine-chilling mysteries, step inside this creepy country house…
Pamela Harju is the author of The Truth about Tomorrow, which won WriteIntoPrint’s Captivating Opening Contest in 2017. She spends her spare time with her dogs and travelling to see rock bands most people have never heard of. She loves tea, big old houses and tattooed men and is happily unmarried to her partner of many years. A native Finn, Pamela lives in the Irish countryside in an old cottage that’s always threatening to fall apart. She has a full-size dog agility arena in her back garden.
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“Addictive like all Kylie Scott books, you’ll swoon, laugh, ache, put your life on hold, and compulsively read until the wee hours of the night—only to reread the whole thing the next morning. Perfection!” – Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author
Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.
Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.
Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.
Sometimes first loves are the truest.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
Blitz: Chausiku: The Deadly Twelve Book Four
Author: Pamela E. Cash
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy
Dates: 25th of May
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The Chausiku Saga continues…
The Natosapi clan has arrived and to Chassie’s horror she now knows why they are so feared.
The real battle has begun.
The forest was so quiet they could hear the chirp of insects. It had only been a few minutes since the loud blast of a bullet exploding from the barrel of a gun had pierced the silence. The bullet had whizzed with speed through the air but had appeared to be in slow motion as it
penetrated the front of Charles’ head and exited out of the back. His lifeless body had fallen to the ground as Chassie screamed out in terror. Moments later she had been knocked unconscious by Rasul.
Matchitehew had stood next to Rasul with a mocking smile on his face. He was the leader of a sector of the Natosapi clan of the Blackfoot Nation. He was seventy-five years old. His face was full of lines and creases…across his forehead…in the grooves between his cheekbones and nose…on both sides of his lips. The corners on each side of his mouth turned down and there were deep lines trailing from his mouth to his chin. His stark white hair was long— hanging all the way down his back—and so thin that his scalp peeked through in several places. He always wore it parted in the middle and loose so that when the wind blew, the thin strands waved in the air like reedy weeds sparsely sprouting from dry dirt. His body was thin and his upper back had an excessive curvature—a hunchback—but his powers were excessively strong. The only Natosapi with powers as strong as his was his much younger brother, Askuwheteau.
Matchitehew had wanted to just kill Chassie—shoot her just as Rasul had shot her father— but he still needed her alive for now. So, he had told Kestejoo to pick her up and follow him.
A deep crease had formed between Kestejoo’s eyebrows when Matchitehew had given him the order to pick up Chassie and he had eyeballed Matchitehew sideways—giving him a look like he had gone crazy. Kestejoo was a short, over-weight and middle-aged Natosapi man with a lot more body fat than muscle. He was bald on top and he wore the hair at the back and the sides of his head long so that he could pull the strands back into a ponytail. He was barely strong enough to pick up a chair much less a teenage girl and his eyes darted to the much younger men
of the clan that could have picked her up with ease. But he didn’t dare contradict Matchitehew or even offer a suggestion. He had just reached over—grunting with the strain of every movement—picked Chassie up and slung her over his shoulder.
As Matchitehew and Kestejoo walked away, the Natosapi clan stayed in a circle within the clearing of the forest surrounding John, Alissa and Rasul. John was on his knees and two men held his arms behind his back. Alissa was kneeling next to him with one man holding her arms behind her. Rasul stood over them, grinning like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland. Matchitehew had told him to kill them.
“You heard the man,” said Rasul to John in a low, sinister voice. He pointed his gun at John’s head, stepped closer to him and curled his finger around the trigger. “I’ve wanted to get rid of you since the first day I saw you with Chausiku.”
John struggled to break free of the men holding his arms but he barely budged. He felt a knee jab into his back then his face was pushed into the dirt on the ground to hold him still. He had never felt so helpless. He had abilities…supernatural abilities. He could break a boulder in half as if he were tearing a piece of paper. He could sprint at the speed of the world’s fastest car. So could Alissa. But now his powers were gonE.
Pamela E. Cash is a lawyer living in Chicago. She loves all types of science fiction but as a child she became hooked on the Marvel comic books she swiped from her brother’s room. Her favorite character has always been and will always be Thor! Her daughter shares her enthusiasm for supernatural characters and is her inspiration for the Chausiku Series.
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A sexy silver fox might be the perfect solution to a midlife crisis.
Another romance for the over 40
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I’m forty-one today.
It’s my birthday,
And I’m crying over burnt toast.
That’s not some euphemism.
Literally, I’m sobbing over stupid bread,
so I call a crisis center.
I just need someone to talk to about life.
Only I recognize the smoky voice of the man on the line.
In the name of all things, don’t let it be…
As a former rock star,
I once had it all.
Fame. Fortune. Females.
Except for the one thing I wanted most.
Now, I fix cars and restore other people’s dreams.
I just want to be somebody’s someone.
And there’s a certain woman with captivating eyes,
I want to fulfill my dreams.
For the love of all things, please let it be her…
In the midst of questioning everything,
could love be the resolution to a midlife crisis?
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If you loved Tommy Carrigan in After Care meet his best friend and former drummer, Hank, as he discovers romance in his forties.
Book 2 of the silver fox, former rock stars can be read as a standalone.
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