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Mystery on the Jersey shore
PLEASE WELCOME LYNDI’S ADVENTUROUS FRIEND KAREN CINO!!!
Hi All! I am so thrilled to be here today. My writing career has been such a journey. Even as the market changes, my heart and soul remain in one place. The Beach. Through the years I have intertwined my love of the Jersey Shore into my books. I love the beach so much that nine years ago, I moved down to the shore. My new series Jersey Route 35 Cozy Mystery Series takes place at the Jersey Shore, Seaside Heights, Exit 82 to be exact. And before you ask, I have never watched the MTV show Jersey Shore, nor have I frequented any of the places they were at.
I got into writing cozy mysteries because of my sense of adventure. In my earlier years, I was an investigative reporter and loved sneaking around in search of answers. I guess it was the curiosity that always got the best of me. That’s why, in the first book in the series, Seaside Reboot brings the main character back to the place that she always loved. She finds herself on the boardwalk, dipping her feet at the water’s edge. The main characters will bring you down the boardwalk to visit so many of the attractions throughout the series. The series is available on all platforms.
Thank you for stopping by. Feel free to reach out to me.
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Vicki Bandini never expected to be returning home to the family beach house on the New Jersey Shore, let alone inherit her daughter’s businesses. Sitting in her driveway is a 1962 Transporter that’s literally a beach store on wheels. The winter business consists of cleaning out estates. Days after her arrival, she goes on a last minute job her daughter had gotten. Before she starts cleaning, she finds a dead body up in the bedroom.
To her surprise, the detective who arrives was her high school sweetheart. Along the way, she meets a retired police photographer named Angie who winds up being her partner in crime as they both try to solve the murder.
To add to the confusion is an old family feud with her next door neighbor. Completing the chaos is when old sparks ignite with the handsome detective. Will Vicki be able to keep the past on the back burner, and her nose out of the investigation?
EXCERPT
Vicki Bandini stood on the back deck with the sleeves of her sweater pulled over her fingertips. For early May the temperature was well below average. The ocean’s waves were calm as the sunrise rippled across the water. This was her favorite time of the day.
Moving back to the Jersey Shore to her family’s summerhouse would be a big adjustment, especially being a widow. When she and Sean first got married, they’d enjoyed living at the beach. She was devastated when he got transferred to Queens. But now she had moved back into the family beach house where her daughter, husband, and granddaughter had lived.
When her son-in-law’s company announced its move to South Carolina, Vicki was distraught. Their weekly Sunday dinners at Vicki’s house were now a thing of the past, and spending time with her granddaughter would be via FaceTime.
As a teenager, Vicki sorted out her problems on this deck. After she buried Sean, she came to spend a few days with her daughter and spent most of her time sitting out here on the swing. His death had been unexpected and happened so fast. It was hard to wrap around her head that her husband passed away from colon cancer right before his forty-fourth birthday. She never expected to be back in her hometown as a widow, having to start over again. She hadn’t had time to digest that he had colon cancer that had spread throughout his body, before he was gone. Who would’ve thought that at forty-eight she would be a widow?
With her daughter and her family having moved, Vicki was left to run her daughter’s two businesses: Mia’s Residential Home Cleanout and Jersey Shore Beach Shop on Wheels. Vicki could picture herself driving the 1962 Volkswagen transporter, selling all kinds of beach accessories, but the cleanout business, she knew, would be backbreaking. She would finish out the customers already on the schedule and then decide if she wanted to continue during the off-season. It wasn’t as if she needed the money, Sean had made sure he’d provided for her after he’d passed.
Vickie opened the sliding glass door and went into the house. It was still early, she hoped there would be an influx of warm weather later in the day. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, bringing her back to the day she came home from her honeymoon. This house brought back so many memories of when she was growing up. Her parents had bought it and they’d used it as their summerhouse until deciding to make it their primary resident just before she started high school. Right before she had gotten married, her parents had moved down to Florida, and Sean and she moved into the summerhouse. Within the first year of their marriage, they’d put on an extension taking the bungalow from two bedrooms and one bath to three bedrooms with a family room.
The landline rang, bringing her out of her flashback, and she followed the ring until she located the phone on the mantel. “Hello.”
“Is this Mia’s Residential Home Cleanout service?”
“Yes. How may I help you?”
“Hi. It’s Neil Adams. Just verifying you’ll be at 43 Hummingbird Road tomorrow morning at ten.”
Vicki opened the appointment book and saw the entry. “Yes, I’ll be there.”
“As we previously discussed, I need you to pack up the remaining clothes and donate them to some charity. The house is being sold fully furnished. Anything you come across that’s personal, let me know.”
“Okay.”
“The realtor will leave the key under the planter on the porch. When you’re done and the realtor gives the thumbs up, I’ll pay you through PayPal.”
Vicki agreed, since she had no clue as to what Mia had worked out with him. It would have been nice if she had gone over the upcoming jobs. “I’ll check in with you tomorrow when the job is completed.” Before she could say anything else, he had already hung up. “Thanks Mia,” Vicki said. She took the appointment book into the kitchen and plopped into the chair.
She flipped through the rest of May and was relieved to see there weren’t many jobs booked. She needed to speak with Mia about this cleaning business. She hated cleaning her own house, let alone cleaning someone else’s. But Mia told her the money she made during the winter months was enough to carry her through the year. Since there was only a handful of jobs scheduled for the rest of the month, she would finish them out, and then reevaluate if she wanted to continue. In her next conversation with Mia, she would discuss the future of the company.
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An adventurous life
PLEASE WELCOME LYNDI’S ADVENTUROUS FRIEND ANNE FOWLER!!
“I’ve Worn Many Hats” is a no holds barred memoir of my unorthodox life lived in a manner regularly viewed as risky and on the edge, frequently laughable, occasionally full of hardship, but never boring! The candid account spanning decades of a long bumpy life evokes many emotions; laughter, empathy, shock, admiration. As you read the first half you may find yourself going back, re-reading and thinking, “she did what?!” In the book’s second half you will discover what inspired me to make such a drastic life change, leaving behind a long successful career in human resources to pursue philanthropic work for the people of Honduras.
Here is an excerpt from the book relating one of my adventures while an American Airlines stewardess! (*MAL is short for my full name of Margaret Anne Louise)
Mother wanted to come to Dallas for a visit but since I didn’t yet have enough time under my belt to allow a family pass, MAL would have to find another way to facilitate a free parental trip and this was it!
Blissfully unaware of any subterfuge, Mother remained in the dark until she was actually airborne. It was at this point that MAL fessed up and gave Audrey instructions on her responsibilities. “Do not be seen!”
Fortunately, Audrey was a tiny barely five -foot package which allowed her to fit into a variety of small spaces including the obvious hiding place of the lavatory……where she did hide at each stopover. An added bonus, there was only one additional flight attendant on the DC-6 plane. Unfortunately, we were flying on a multi stop, prop puddle jumper route from Buffalo to Dallas which necessitated frequent boarding by food service personnel.
Somehow, we pulled it off without incident but Mother almost suffered a heart attack in the process. Although she didn’t report the crime, it took the other stew years to forgive MAL her blatant breech of protocol. Getting Mom back on the homeward bound flight to Toronto required much apologizing and groveling on my part in addition to the embarrassment of begging money from my father to purchase her return ticket.
I believe you will think I showed good judgment by never again bidding on a Buffalo flight. Three Buffalo strikes and I might be out.”
BIO
I grew up in Toronto and like many of my generation, pursued a career in nursing. It was not for me and I bailed to join American Airlines as a stewardess, known these days as flight attendant. My love of travel did not end when I left that job and I continued to visit countries around the globe throughout my 83 years! However, the bulk of my business career was spent in human resources and for almost thirty years I owned the well known Toronto personnel agency, Hamilton Enterprises. In 2000, I closed my company and “retired” to pursue philanthropic projects in Honduras where I now spend six months of each year. See my web site: http://anne.honduranhope.net. I have two children, two grandchildren, two grand dogs and outlived two ex husbands. My very full life has taken me down roads I never expected to travel; some filled with interesting, but risky, adventures. I’ve been accorded unforeseen opportunities both in business and my personal life, blessed with a loving family, supportive friends and the belief that I am following the path that God intended; life is good!
It takes two steps forward to get that story out there
It was thrilling to officially complete the first draft of what was to become my debut novel, “Skye, Revised.” Other writers may know that joyful rush of typing “the end.” However, in this particular case, a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach told me my manuscript wasn’t quite ready yet. There was something that needed fixing and I wasn’t quite sure what it was.
As I started editing of “Skye, Revised,” I was gifted with a series of quiet mornings while my son slept in. (Those with young children will understand this is, in fact, a gift.) I used those hours to their full capacity, editing “Skye, Revised” in part using Jessica Brody’s Save the Cat story structure as well as utilizing some of her Writing Mastery courses. The Save the Cat beats emphasize that the character’s world must look quite different from the beginning of the story to the latter parts. It was a great fit for “Skye, Revised” as my main character wakes up from her disappointing life to find she is an adored and world famous pop star.
I powered on in the editing of this book, adding scenes and taking them away, to create a story that was cohesive, and hopefully, a fun ride for readers. After I was finished, I let it sit. I felt in my bones that the story was complete…yet was I truly ready to send it out? Wasn’t there something else I needed to do first? A few months later, I realized it was, in fact, time. What was I waiting for?
I queried a small number of agents and publishers, including my future publisher The Wild Rose Press. Things moved fairly quickly after that. I received a positive response from my now-publisher and was soon under contract. The experience was a good reminder that sometimes we need to give a story time to understand where it really wants to go and then we might need a good kick in the pants to get it submitted. It would have been all too easy to keep “Skye, Revised” in the proverbial drawer. Instead, I get to share it with you.
Skye, Revised” Excerpt
“She’s coming to-day.”
I looked up from my phone to Francesca’s frantic face. My boss was standing at the front of the room, just outside her glass-encased office. Dallas and Denver were at their desks on either side of me.
“Yes, we know.” Denver’s tone was bored as she ran a file against the top of her nail. “And we’re doing all we can…”
“Did you literally just say that to me—” Francesca said. “—when you’re filing your nails?”
Dallas scooted out from behind her desk, hurried toward Francesca, and put a red-tipped hand on each of her shoulders.
“Remember, you always get like this before we meet a new client.” Dallas spoke as if she were calming an irate child. “But we’ve got everything under control. We’ve been planning this for weeks.”
Though Dallas and Denver were not sisters, they looked as if they could have been. Both women were tall and willowy, with long blonde hair and skinny limbs that flitted around from texting to typing to delivering Francesca her morning latte. Incidentally, they were also both named after the cities they were conceived in.
“It’s just so unromantic,” Denver had complained of her name shortly after we met. “Why not just name me Philly or Tucson?”
I looked up as Dallas continued moving her hands over Francesca’s shoulders in a sweeping motion. It seemed to be working. Then, the shrill ring of the phone jolted Francesca back to a frantic state.
“I got it,” I said, raising my hand authoritatively.
“Hello,” said a male voice on the other end. “This is Roger, Personal Assistant of Sissy Stone.”
“Yes, hello?” Though I felt tense, I gave Francesca a confident smile.
“I need to go over what will happen today during Sissy’s powwow with Francesca. Who am I speaking to, please?”
“Oh, um, Skye Peters, Associate Public Relations Professional.”
“Is Francesca available?”
Noting my boss’s bloodshot eyes, I decided to protect her from further stress. “She’s…indisposed. I can assist you.”
Sighing with a mixture of irritation and ambivalence, Roger went on. “Okay, will there be a private room where Sissy can freshen up?”
“Um…” I glanced around the open-style design. It consisted of three metal desks positioned outside of Francesca’s office. My eyes darted to the conference room. “Sure, yes, of course.”
“Terrific,” Roger said blandly. “Sissy likes every room she enters to be filled with a large, let me repeat, large vase of crimson red—that’s crimson red, not pink, not yellow, and not pale red—roses. And she likes the room to smell like roses. So, a floral-scented candle may be necessary.”
I swallowed, scribbling down his comments. Roses. Deep Red. Scent everywhere. I underlined “everywhere” as Francesca, Dallas, and Denver stared at me in tense silence. “Okay, sure, terrific.”
“And Sissy asks that no one make eye contact unless she makes eye contact with them first and says the magic word.”
Roger paused, making me fear I was supposed to know what the word was. Luckily, he proceeded.
“Well, then.”
Though that was technically two words, I held my tongue.
“We’ll make sure everything is set up to Sissy’s specific needs. She has nothing to worry about. We’ll see her soon.”
“Uh-uh.” Click.
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Pamela Spradlin Mahajan is the author of Skye, Revised, a women’s fiction novel with a delicious dash of magical realism and romance. She has a bachelor’s degree in psychology and creative writing from Missouri State University and a Masters from the University of Missouri School of Journalism. Her recent short stories have appeared in the online literary journal “They Call Us” and she has been honored in the WOW! Women on Writing Flash Fiction Contest. A native of Springfield, Mo., Pamela lives with her family in Kansas City, where in addition to writing women’s fiction, she also works as a copywriter, journalist, and reseller.
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Stories of fallen angels…
Fall from grace…
In a twist of fate, these angels have done the unforgivable and have been kicked out. Some are left to roam freely while they plot their revenge. Some are immediately given a new job as a form of punishment. Some are even innocent and try to prove it themselves. But can any of them find their new purpose in the end?
Featuring stories by Michael Paige, Matthew Fryer, Bruno Lombardi, Barend Nieuwstraten III, Kelly Barker, A.E. Lowan, C.L. Hart, and J.E. Feldman.
Story Blurb
Gerry Clifford appears to be simply a small, frail older man who has fallen victim to early-onset dementia.
Yadira Root appears to be an impossibly ancient woman who volunteers her time at the care center where people like Gerry live out their final days.
A conversation between the pair reveals unexpected truths about both of them.
About the Author:
C. L. Hart, the owner and sole employee of Naughty Netherworld Press, is spoken of in hushed tones. She is described as The Mad Scribe of the Northeastern Colorado Plains, The Terrible Old Woman, and The Author That Should Not Be.
When not penning sanity-destroying works of dystopian fiction, Lovecraftian fantasy, or old-school horror with the occasional sweet romance thrown in to upset the cosmic apple cart, Ms. Hart enjoys creating baked goods she hopes will be considered palatable.
Ms. Hart shares a home in a remote rural town of 134 souls with her adult son and three cats. Her sense of fashion is best described as Early Twenty-First Century Unmade Bed. This disabled former nurse can usually be found arguing with herself about subplots or rehabilitating eldritch horrors.
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Excerpt
For eons, I have been looking for a way to right the wrongs committed at the time of my birth. I have once again encountered Malak, son of Lucifer; he with his heart burst open like a snowdrop’s pouting petals. However, to my dismay, Malak, the world-builder and shadow-weaver, has forgotten who he was. He is bound to a broken, dying body, although at night, his soul roams free.
In our first meeting at the care center where he now resides, I approached Malak cautiously, unsure of how he would respond to my presence. Bewildered disorientation had replaced the once alert, inquisitive look in his eyes. Like a spark struggling to ignite, I noted a faint glimmer of recognition, but it was obscured by the murk of confusion overtaking his decaying memory.
“Malak,” I said softly as I took his hands in mine. “It’s your old friend Yadira. Do you remember who you once were? World-builder, shadow weaver, beloved son of Lucifer.”
It was evident from his expression that his mind was seeking an elusive memory. A longing for understanding replaced his puzzlement.
“Who… who am I?” he mumbled, his voice feeble and uncertain. “I feel like fragments of a shattered mirror, lost in a labyrinth of forgotten dreams.”
A pang of sympathy pierced my heart. Seeing this brilliant being trapped in a decaying vessel, his bright, inquisitive soul longing for release, was tragic. I took his trembling hand in mine, hoping my touch would serve as an anchor, reconnecting him to his forgotten self.
“Malak, you were once a weaver of worlds, a creator of infinite possibilities,” I explained. “Your mind held the secrets of the cosmos, and your hands shaped realms beyond imagination.”
Despite the fragility of his body, a spark of ancient power flickered within him as he struggled to break free from the fog of forgetfulness.
“I remember whispers of worlds born from the rhythm of my thoughts,” he murmured. “Visions of beauty and darkness once flowed through me like a river of eternal creation.”
I continued to paint a picture of his former existence, hoping to unleash the dormant power lying buried deep within.
“Malak, reclaim your identity,” I urged. “I will help you mend the fractures in your soul, reuniting the shattered fragments, and restoring the balance disrupted long ago. The broken body that confines you is insignificant compared to the boundless potential within. The key to redemption and rectification lies in you. Please assist me in redressing the wrongs of the past. With you healed and my parents reunited, we will forge a future where your power, reclaimed and revitalized, can help restore balance to the cosmos.”
Characters leave, authors live on
PLEASE WELCOME LYNDI’S ADVENTUROUS FRIEND HELEN HENDERSON!!
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about what happens when an author types, “The End.” It could be the result of having yet another birthday, the great-niece’s comment, “Aunt H, you’re old,” or the previews of the NCIS memorial episode to Doctor Donald “Ducky” Mallard. My first introduction to David McCallum was not the mature medical examiner, but as the brooding, blond-haired Russian spy, Illya Kuryakin. Yes I know that dates my age.
There are several points in a manuscript’s life marked by an end. One is when the manuscript is finished. Others are when the author sends the novel off to an editor, and the big highpoint, when their work is released to the general public. Repeat with book 2, and 3, and then there is the final goodbye to the series and the characters you have lived with for months or years. So far I have lived through the grief of ending the Windmaster Novels and the Dragshi Chronicles. With Fire and Redemption scheduled for an April 2024 publication, I should be feeling the euphoria of a release. However, there is a sense of emptiness and maybe a hint of melancholy. I know that while Fire and Redemption finished the tale of Brial and Karst, it is not the end of a series. I have already started work on scribing one more of Deneas and Trelleir’s adventures. But I do know that when that story is captured, I will be saying farewell to the dragon and the slayer that captured his heart. If intrigued, the beginning the story that began the Tear Stone Collectors is talked about here. https://lyndialexander.wordpress.com/2022/05/09/having-a-slayer-as-a-friend-is-dangerous-when-youre-a-dragon/
Characters Leave, Authors Live On. The best thing we can do for our readers is to keep on writing, to create new worlds of imagination for the reader to explore and new characters to meet and have adventures.
Bio: Although the author of several local histories, and numerous articles on the topics of American and military history, antiques and collectibles, Henderson’s first love is fiction. Her work in the museum and history fields enables a special insight into creating fantasy worlds. The descendant of a coal-miner’s daughter and an aviation flight engineer, her writing reflects the contrasts of her heritage as well as that of her Gemini sign. Her stories cross genres from historical westerns to science fiction and fantasy. In the world of fantasy and fantasy romance, she is the author of the Dragshi Chronicles, The Windmaster Novels and the Tear Stone Collectors. Her stand-alone works include the dark fantasy, Imprisoned in Stone and the military tribute, Hearth and Sand.
In her books, she invites readers to join her on travels through the stars or among fantasy worlds of the imagination.
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Title of book: Fire and Redemption
Genre of book: Dragon Magic Fantasy
Expelled from the dragon isle, Medraut is forced to shed his wings and take on human form to live amongst the people of the mainland. To have the future she desires, Brial must survive the fever, raiders, and most of all, Medraut’s dragon ability to control minds. Karst, son of the head slayer, disowned and sent on an impossible quest to kill a dragon, made himself a home in the trading wagons of Clan Vreis. His newfound happiness and hope for a future with Brial is threatened when the caravan stops to help an injured man lying in the middle of the trail.
Three men and a dragon desire the same woman. One wants her for power, one for her beauty, and one for love. The dragon just wants her.
Excerpt:
Terse commands sent the helwr to bring back Brial’s grandfather. Hopefully, Feldt can convince Brial what is best for her.
Hoofbeats announced the caravan leader’s arrival. “Tywyll said you wanted me?” Before Karst could answer the older man scanned the drivers of the following wagons. A worried expression on his face, he raised his eyebrows in question. “Brial?”
Karst forced out the words through his tight throat. “She has the fever.”
“Are you sure?”
Different responses raced through Karst’s mind. He didn’t want to raise a false alarm but needed Feldt’s help. “I have not kissed her forehead like the gray-haired ones do to test the heat, but Brial has stumbled several times. She is shuffling and leans on the hauler beasts to stay upright.” He paused to control his growing terror. “Tywyll and I are afraid she will fall under the hauler’s hooves or be run over by the wagons.”
Feldt stayed silent so long Karst thought he had overplayed his hand. “The evening air has a chill to it. My granddaughter does seem more flushed than called for. You were right to call me, Karst. She will not leave her post unless I order her to. Wait here. I will talk to her.” A kick sent his mount galloping past one slow-moving wagon after another to wheel beside Brial. The horse walked slowly, keeping pace with the wagon. The words Feldt spoke were unintelligible, but the shake of Brial’s head told of her rejection of whatever her grandfather had said.
The argument carried on for several minutes before Feldt stepped down from the saddle. No sooner had his feet touched the ground than Brial stumbled, falling to her knees. Dragged along, the force of the movement tore her hands from the harness.
“No!” Throat muscles spasmed with the force of the scream. Even though Karst knew he could not reach her in time, he had to try to save her. His body refused demands to race to Brial. He couldn’t move. “Nooo.” This time the sound came out as a moan.
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A glimpse into the future?
College, careers, and adventure travel took my husband and I on an amazing journey across the U.S. and around the world, but we’ve finally come home. Some of the places we enjoyed visiting growing up have become overrun with people, but there is still plenty of remote, rugged and beautiful places to explore, including the area where I based the fictional community of Beartooth on. There are Beartooth Mountains, the Beartooth Highway, and Beartooth Pass, but there is no community except on the pages of my novels in The Beartooth Chronicles.
Currently, the Beartooth Highway is closed from about October to Memorial Day each year due to extreme amounts of snow. But what if all of the glaciers melted? What if the climate changed enough to allow year-round gardening at 9,000 feet above sea level? And what if society disintegrated to the point that life in the rest of the country became too dangerous? Being cut off from the world wouldn’t be easy, but would the sacrifices be worth having a refuge from the world?
Refuge from the World (The Beartooth Chronicles, Book 1)
Ashley McPhee arrived in Beartooth with her mom, Sara, when she was three years old. Ever since Ash can remember, life has been simple and peaceful. She enjoyed a carefree childhood, tending honey bees with her mom, and spending time with her best friend, Caleb Solomon. But, life in their idyllic mountaintop community is changing.
After learning of the government’s plan to use a geoengineering process to cool the planet, Ash and Caleb realize they need to step up and take an active role in the community. Along with fear for how the process might impact their food supply, Ash learns her mom’s health is failing.
Sara doesn’t want Ash to face an uncertain future alone and nudges her and Caleb into marriage. Even though they have known each other most of their lives, Ash and Caleb’s relationship has changed drastically in a short period of time. They embrace the challenges of learning about each other, dealing with tragedy and grief, protecting their community from deadly predators and ruthless neighbors, and experiencing epic adventures, while trying to find solutions to a rapidly changing environment and deteriorating world.
Excerpt:
Caleb stood up a walked several paces away from Ash. He turned and looked down into her eyes. “When we all got up to leave, he shoulder-bumped me, trying to push me off the trailer—bad idea, I’m bigger and stronger. I shoved him off and jumped down, ready to teach him some manners. He said I wasn’t good enough for you, and I’d probably get you killed in the wild. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet, and then Neal stepped in.”
“What did Neal say?”
“He told Tyler that in a fight he’d put his money on me, so he didn’t think it was wise to provoke me. He then proceeded to remind me that unless I thought I was capable of keeping the electrical and water systems running, breaking any of Tyler’s bones was a bad idea.”
“I have to agree with Neal. I have no doubt you could seriously hurt Tyler, but you can’t let him goad you into anything,” Ash said as she stood and walked toward him.
Caleb pulled her to him and held her tight. “I know I’m not good enough for you, and if something happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. I couldn’t go on. Maybe you shouldn’t go with me into the wild.”
Ash looked up and ran her hand down his cheek. “Tyler said something similar to me when you saw us talking during the break in the meeting. I’ll tell you what I told him. I would rather die with you in the wild than live without you. I’m going with you.”
The Beartooth Chronicles series. In a world plagued by natural and human disasters, a small group of individuals secure a struggling mountaintop resort to establish a sustainable community away from a country riddled with violence and hate. The home they’ve created has provided a safe and comfortable existence, but as environmental disasters continue to multiply, bringing out the worst of humanity, the residents of Beartooth find themselves faced with a series of challenges that will test their ability to survive. Book 2 in The Beartooth Chronicles, Above the Abyss, is coming summer 2024.
Author Bio
Kim McMahill started out writing nonfiction, but her passion for adventure, stories of survival against the odds, and speculating about the future of humanity and our planet, soon turned her attention towards fiction. She has published multiple novels, over eighty travel and human-interest articles, and contributed to a travel story anthology. Growing up in a beautiful mountain west community, traveling the world, and enjoying a twenty-year career with the National Park Service, has given her the opportunity to live in amazing places, experience incredible adventures, and witness many changes in our world, all of which have helped shape her stories.
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Buy Links- Official release is March 19, 2024, but you can pre-order ebooks now. And print books will ship immediately.
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Belle Isle: a park in the heart of the city
PLEASE WELCOME LYNDI’S ADVENTUROUS FRIEND, CHRISTINA LYNN LAMBERT!!
I was born and raised in Virginia and currently live about two hours from the ocean and three hours from the mountains. During the winter, though, I’m not likely to leave my warm house unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’m not a big fan of winter so I am counting the days until the temperatures rise and the flowers and trees start to look alive again. One of my favorite local spots to go once the weathers begins to warm up is Belle Isle, in the heart of the city of Richmond.
The traffic and bright, hectic energy of the city surrounds the island but once I park my car and walk across the street, it’s like entering another world. A suspended foot bridge provides a path over the depths of the James River. At the end of the bridge, defunct train tracks and rusty transmission towers nearly obscure the mouth of the forest. A dirt trail leads hikers to the shore of the river. The huge, flat rocks rising up from the water create the perfect place to sit and read a book or have picnic.
Belle Isle has been occupied by many things over last few centuries including a fishery, a nail factory, a small town, and an iron works facility. The island was also a prison during the civil war. In 1973, Belle Isle became a park. Wildlife and nature thrived where destruction of the land and suffering had once occurred. From the flat rocks above the water, I can see the old Tredegar Ironworks, historic Hollywood Cemetery, kayakers working their way through the rapids, and in the distance, there is the city. On the island though, there is a pause, a temporary peace.
Belle Isle has been a source of inspiration for my writing over the years. Being outside helps me feel connected to the most essential things, the things that really matter. The island is nature rising once again, but nature didn’t obliterate all signs of the past. The island entwined itself into the old structures. A reminder. The view of the city remains just as the truth and the past remain. In the heart of Richmond City, the island is a place of hope and harmony.
Blurb:
Kylie was the victim of a brutal experiment that gave her telekinetic abilities. Coyote shifter Trevor doesn’t trust the psy but when his feelings for Kylie grow out of control, will he risk everything to be with her? When a deranged doctor has disturbing plans for shifters and psy, can Trevor and Kylie stop him, or will they be silenced forever?
Excerpt:
Blackwell didn’t introduce Trevor to the mystery woman, though, and that sent his curiosity into caution mode. The purple-haired beauty gave him a wary look before glancing back down at the computer tablet in her hand. Right. Business. Trevor had obviously interrupted a meeting. He’d stopped by Matt Blackwell’s hotel room to drop off a folder full of intel and surveillance photos. He needed to find an excuse to stay and talk to the woman with lovely dark brown eyes.
“Thanks for taking care of the research,” Blackwell gave him a nod. “Set the info on my desk and I’ll take a look before the meeting tonight.”
Trevor walked past the mystery woman and set the folder full of information on the small desk beside the coffee table. He stole another, longer glance at the woman. Her nails were painted indigo blue. His favorite color. The tattoos winding around her arms seemed to be in motion, encircling her in their safety. Weird trick of the light. Had to be. He rubbed his eyes. Blinked. The tattoos went still. The woman smelled amazing, like wildflowers after the rain, but she didn’t smell like a shifter. Didn’t mean she wasn’t one.
Scent blockers made it easy for shifters to mask their unique scent, to a degree. The blockers also did a fairly good job at hiding other smells shifters could detect, like fear, desire, and rage. Even so, Trevor could almost always detect hints of the slightly rancid, faint garbage aroma of the blockers, no matter what brand or what home recipe a person used. Coyote shifters could pick up on smells most other shifters couldn’t.
What is the woman with the willowy tattoos? Was she a threat to Blackwell? Maybe a rabbit shifter? Rabbit shifters were the only animal shifters who carried no animal scent, but their eyes…. Not a specific color, just a look. Plus, they usually liked to flash their double rows of horrifying sharp teeth upon meeting other shifters. Just for a flex. The rabbits could be mean when bothered unnecessarily, but mostly, they were pretty decent. The woman caught him looking again and gave him a little half smile. Her pretty eyes with long, thick lashes were definitely not the strange eyes of a rabbit shifter.
“I’ll see you later, Trevor.” Blackwell gave him a pointed stare.
“You’re alright here?”
“I’m fine. I have Nathan,” Blackwell gestured to his giant assistant and body guard who was seated in a chair in the kitchenette, reading a book.
No code phrases were used, and Trevor didn’t detect any signs of distress from the mountain lion shifter or his bear shifter assistant. Trevor nodded. Apparently, Blackwell had no intention of introducing him to the woman sitting with him. Nathan, grinned at Trevor, like he knew something. Fine, Nathan could keep his secret. But Trevor would get information, one way or another.
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Author Bio:
Before I had the wild idea to write a book, I worked in a few different fields. I was in sales for a while, and after I finished college, I worked as a case manager. When my children were little, I was a personal trainer and running coach. During the evenings, when I was supposed to be studying for another fitness training certification, I started writing a story. Finally, I gave in and acknowledged that writing is what I’m meant to do. I love creating imperfect but determined characters who find the courage to love and the strength to survive in a world where there are no guarantees. My stories include a fair amount of sarcasm, suspense, steam, and violence. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two teenagers, a sweet, hairy monster of a dog, and two devious cats.
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Broken men, healing hearts
A restaurant manager starting over.
A merman learning himself for the first time.
Will their plunge into the unknown lead to a life shared together?
Unbreak My Heart
Men of Neptune Book 4
by Deja Black
Genre: LGBTQ Paranormal Romance
A restaurant manager starting over. A merman learning himself for the first time. Will their plunge into the unknown lead to a life shared together?
Restaurant Manager Tony Aikawa moved to Charleston, South Carolina, looking for a fresh start for his family. Life after his wife left him with their four children has made him feel bereft. He’s doing the best he can, but it’s hard doing it alone.
Law student Adamaris Hali thought he was human. Or that’s what his father led him to believe. Now his father, a former Guardian of Neptune, has left his family behind to join his mate in the city of Atlantis. Adamaris has learned his mother didn’t just die but was viciously murdered, and he is not human but a merman as well. Now, he has to learn how to embrace the being within.
These two broken men are starting something new. Will it lead to a forever together?
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Song of the Siren
Men of Neptune Book 1
Graham is a broken soldier in body and soul. With no place to go, he moves to the coast to live with the only relative who loves him. Lost and without hope, Graham is not sure how he can get his life back. That is until he hears the song of the most gorgeous man he has ever seen.
Kamau is a siren who lives part of his life with his siren mother the other part with his human father. Dutiful son to mother and father but never true to himself. That is until Graham walks into the church and Kamau realizes he has found his mate.
Jonah Anderson is the pastor who relies on his son’s gift to grow his church. All is going well for him and the church. That is until he sees the way Kamau looks at Graham.
At a time when Christmas presents are given for the holiday, will Graham and Kamau receive the gift they’ve dreamed of for a lifetime? Each other.
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DEJA BLACK had fantasies of men loving men, men who felt strongly, loved hard, and needed a hero. Then one great day she came across a book and discovered the world of m/m writing, encountered others who shared her obsession as much as she did, and found a world where she could not only be accepted for the lives and loves she envisioned, but she could create them too. So why not? Why not take the stories she would write and throw away as a teenager, grow them, dream them, and make them a reality where she could know her own characters, let them live their story, and make them real for someone else? And she did. Now, with the support of her hubby and some intense time management, she is learning to balance her family of two children at home and the many others she teaches each and every day with her passion of writing what she loves to read.
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Love is not just for the young…
PLEASE WELCOME LYNDI’S ADVENTUROUS FRIEND SEELIE KAY!
Love comes in all shapes and sizes, and it doesn’t discriminate. But other people do.
In life, as in books, it is rare to witness a passionate romance between two middle-aged or senior adults. Why is that? Sure, we’re older. We may have a few wrinkles, maybe gray hair. When it rains, our bones ache, and we step carefully on ice so we don’t break a hip. But that doesn’t mean our loins aren’t stirred by a handsome stranger. Butterflies still take flight at instant attraction or when cupid’s arrow strikes.
And I want to read more stories about people my age falling in love. With wild, passionate love. Erotic hijinks and kinky sex. Just because I’m in midlife does not mean I have become a dried-up old prune with a cold heart. That’s why I wrote “Broken Down Cowboy.” I have always had a fondness for cowboys, so I created a story about two middle-aged people who, despite their differences, fall in love. It’s funny, it’s sad, it’s romantic, it’s somewhat steamy, but in the end, they find what they didn’t even know they needed. Love!
Blurb:
When is it time to take a leap of faith? When the man holding the net is a sexy, middle-aged cowboy!
Tea shop owner and pastry chef Bailey Willis is nonplussed when she finds a handsome Texan sprawled out on the floor of A Spot of Tea. Trevor Anderson, on the other hand, is instantly smitten. Some might call him a broken-down cowboy, but that doesn’t mean he lacks the ability to pursue a beautiful woman, even if she is a northerner and a Green Bay Packers fan! Unfortunately, Bailey has other things on her mind, like winning the Hales Corners, WI holiday bake-off. When Trevor provides a valuable assist, Bailey begins to regard him in a different light. Too bad he’s planning to head back to his ranch after the new year. Will Bailey agree to wear Trevor’s Texas-size ring? Will Trevor agree to settle in the frozen tundra, the site of one of the Dallas Cowboys’ most humiliating defeats? Hold on to your cowboy hats folks, this tale of romance is going to take you for a ride. Texas style!
Excerpt #1:
Before Mrs. Franklin could respond, they heard a loud crash, and then the sound of breaking glass. The floor seemed to shake.
Bailey paled and quickly curtsied. “Excuse me, please.” She hurried back into the kitchen where her chef, Spencer, held a substantial pastry brush and was swatting a man sprawled out on the floor. A black cowboy hat sat at the man’s feet. “Spencer, what the devil? We do not beat on our customers.” She extended an arm to the man and helped him to his feet. “Now, will someone please explain to me what’s going on?”
Spencer’s victim picked up his hat and slapped it on his leg, then reshaped the crown. He placed the hat on his head. His soft brown eyes, punctuated by crow’s feet that appeared carved into his tan face, gazed at Bailey, and his full lips curled up in a cocky grin. “Sorry, ma’am,” he drawled in a sexy baritone. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, but my daughter sent me to pick up her order for my granddaughter’s birthday party. I saw how crowded it was out front, so I thought it best to come ‘round to the back door.” He made a face. “Not sure how I wound up on the floor. Guess I slipped.” He shrugged and chuckled. “Guess that happens to those of us ready for the pasture.”
Bailey squelched a sigh. Pasture my eye. He couldn’t be more than fifty, around her age. This guy could be on the cover of a romance novel. He was tall and sturdy, with curly dark hair, bushy eyebrows, and just a hint of a five o’clock shadow. And that voice. She could just imagine the man whispering into her ear after a night of passionate sex. A tiny shiver raced up and down her spine. She was exiting her forties, but her body was not immune to a handsome cowboy. Damn, he was fine.
Spencer planted his hands on his skinny hips and scowled. “He didn’t knock. He just whipped open the door and barged on in. Scared the bejesus out of me. I dropped a water glass.” He shot the cowboy a dirty look. “His boots must be wet because he took a less-than-graceful tumble. You know, ass over teakettle? You may be all that in Texas, cowboy. But in Wisconsin, we wipe our feet before entering a building.” He clucked his tongue and tossed his head. “Everyone knows what happens when you track in snow.”
The cowboy held up his hands and tried to squelch a grin. “Hey, I apologize. In my defense, I knocked several times. When no one responded, I just thought it would be easier to come in…”
“Oh, for Pete’s Sake. Did you grow up in a barn?” Spencer huffed. “I need to go clean up. I’ve got enough flour on me to enter a powder puff derby.” He flounced away, muttering about uncouth cowboys with bull crap on their boots.
Bailey rolled her eyes and giggled. She smiled at the man. “I hope that pastry brush didn’t seriously injure you.”
The man chortled. “I’m a bit buttered up, but it beats my granddaughter’s fingerpaints all over my face. As long as he doesn’t force me into an oven, I think I’ll be fine.”
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About Seelie Kay
Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s creative pen has resulted in more than twenty tales of contemporary, erotic, and paranormal romance, and romantic suspense.
Seelie resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
She is also an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis.
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An Adventure I Didn’t Sign Up For
PLEASE WELCOME LYNDI’S ADVENTUROUS FRIEND KIMBERLY BAER!
One of my biggest life adventures occurred in 2011, when I lost my job with a federal agency in my Pennsylvania hometown. Since landing the job seven years earlier, I’d come to appreciate the perks of working for the US Government, and I wanted to continue my federal employment. I applied for some jobs in the Washington, DC, area and ended up signing on with another federal agency.
My initial euphoria at finding a new job was dampened by the realization that I would have to leave my hometown, the place I’d lived all my life. My three children were grown and out of the house, but my parents still lived nearby. So did various other family members as well as myriad friends, coworkers, and neighbors. I loved my house, my neighborhood, my town, and my peeps, and I was heartbroken at the thought of having to leave it all.
At that point in my life, I was no stranger to adversity. My husband had died unexpectedly when our children were six, eight, and twelve. Over the next decade-plus, I’d focused on raising the kids and putting myself through college. I didn’t date, because it didn’t seem fair to make the kids share their mom with someone new. My family’s journey wasn’t easy, but we made it. The kids grew up, and I earned a bachelor’s degree.
And then life threw me that new curve ball.
I couldn’t afford to buy a house in the DC area until I sold my house in Pennsylvania. In the meantime, I rented a room from an elderly lady. Alas, she turned out to be a budding hoarder. Books covered every flat surface, even stairsteps. Her two refrigerators were so jam-packed that she could spare only half a fridge shelf and one narrow freezer shelf for me. Fortunately, my house in PA sold a few months later, and I was able to buy a townhouse in northern Virginia.
Driving in the DC area was an adventure in itself. There’s one particular highway interchange in Springfield, Virginia, that includes multiple entrance ramps clustered together. I can’t tell you how many times I accidentally got on I-95 south and found myself heading for Florida!
Adjusting to my new job took time. The pace was much faster than at my previous job, the work more intense. Whereas my former job had comprised approximately 300 employees, the new one had more than 10,000. But out of all the turmoil came a marvelous new adventure: my coworker Clint and I fell in love.
We’ve been together for nearly nine years now, and I’ve cherished every moment. If I hadn’t lost my job, we never would have met.
I might be getting too old for adventure, but I sure do enjoy writing about it. I had a blast putting my protagonist through hell in my latest novel, Out of Body.
Book title: Out of Body
Tagline: Astral travel is amazing…if you survive the trip.
Blurb:
Those weird dreams Abby Kendrick has been having? Turns out they aren’t dreams after all. They’re out-of-body experiences, like the ones her cousin Logan is having. At first Abby has fun with her new ability, using it to spy on her neighborhood crush and spook a mean girl. But when Logan gets in trouble on the astral plane, the game changes, and Abby must bend the rules of out-of-body travel as she journeys to a distant realm. Her mission is a perilous one, and success is not guaranteed. Can she save Logan and find her way home again? Or will the cousins be lost forever on the astral plane?
Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYzqrZ2gl-I
Excerpt:
It had been a tiny, meaningless dream. Not much to offer plot-wise. Why was it thumping so insistently inside me?
You know why, said a firm, quiet voice in my mind.
But I don’t.
You do. It’s because—
I walked faster, trying to outrace the voice. Knowing I couldn’t.
—because there was something different about that dream.
No, there wasn’t!
Something strange.
“No,” I said, as if uttering the word aloud would give it more weight. “It was just a dream. A normal, stupid dream that didn’t mean a thing.”
Except it didn’t feel like a dream.
Yes, it did.
It felt like real life.
That’s crazy! That’s impossible! That’s—
Like. Real. Life.
The words slammed into me like three bullets. I stopped walking.
Like real life. That was how Logan had described his dreams before he’d realized they were out-of-body experiences.
Had the Roscoe dream been an OBE?
“No,” I moaned, sagging against a hefty oak tree in the Hoffmans’ front yard.
It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Out-of-body travel was Logan’s thing, not mine. I was letting my imagination run wild. My mother always said I was impressionable.
Then again, was it so crazy to think I might have the same weird ability Logan had? After all, we were cousins. Maybe it was a trait we shared, like our thin brown hair and knobby knees.
A violent shiver rippled through me, even though the sun was once more warming the air. The notion that I might have left my body like a dead person and flown off into the night was terrifying.
And also exhilarating.
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