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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Chills by Mary SanGiovanni



This book is down right creepy, especially if it is snowing where you are.  The book takes place in Colby, Connecticut during a freak snowstorm in May. Detective Jack Glazier has found a body in the snow. Unfortunately this will be just one of many. The murder seems to be occult related so Kathy Ryan, an occult specialist is called in. 

The snowstorm has the whole town cut off. Businesses and schools are all closed. Power and phone lines are down. As the snow rises so does the body count. The detectives and Kathy Ryan discover that the snow and the murders are related to a secret society and a ritual they are creating to bring in their powerful Gods to take over.  The snow takes form as people and creatures that are capable of killing, but how do you kill snow.  Kathy finds a way to do a ritual of her own in order to close the door that the Occult is opening. If she can stay alive long enough.

This story had me biting my nails at times. It is a toss up if that was from the story Mary Sangiovanni has written or if Chris Abell's narration caused it.  The story was awesome and Chris Abell has done a great job of bringing it to life in the audiobook. 


I was given this free review copy audiobook at my request and have voluntarily left this review.

Monday, March 5, 2018

BOOK TOUR: The Clock Flower by Barbara Casey




Book Details:



Book Title: The Clock Flower by Barbara Casey (Book 3 of The F.I.G. Mysteries)

Category: YA Fiction, 208 pages

Genre: Mystery / Fantasy

Publisher: Gauthier Publications, The Hungry Goat Press Imprint

Release date: February 2018

Tour dates: Feb 26 to March 30, 2017

Content Rating: PG-13 (There is light profanity and some threat of violence.)



Book Description:



Dara Roux, abandoned when she was seven years old by her mother. Exceptionally gifted in foreign languages. Orphan. Accepted to Yale University.



Mackenzie Yarborough, no record of her parents or where she was born. Exceptionally gifted in math and problem-solving. Orphan. Accepted to MIT.



Jennifer Torres, both parents killed in an automobile accident when she was sixteen. Exceptionally gifted in music and art. Orphan. Accepted to Juilliard.



The three FIGs—Females of Intellectual Genius—as they are called, have graduated from Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women after returning from New York City where Dara learned why her mother abandoned her all those years ago, and they are now attending universities where they can further their special talents. This means they will be separated from each other and from Carolina, their much-loved mentor and teacher who is “one of them,” for the first time in their young lives. They vow to try living apart for one semester, in the so-called real world that doesn’t include the orphanage; but if things don’t work out, they will come up with another plan—a plan where they can be together once again.



​Dara is invited through Yale University to take part in an exciting archeological project in China. Jennifer, once again visualizing black and white images and the unusual sounds of another cadence that seem to be connected to Mackenzie, is engrossed in creating her next symphony at Juilliard. Mackenzie, because of her genius at problem-solving, is personally chosen by a US Senator to get involved in a mysterious, secret research project involving immortality that is being conducted in a small village in China—not too far from where Dara is involved with the archeological site. Once there, however, she finds herself facing a terrifying death from the blood-dripping teeth of an ancient evil dragon. Her best friends, the FIGs and Carolina, rely on their own unique genius and special talents to save her as she discovers the truth of her birth parents.



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Although THE CLOCK FLOWER is the 3rd book in the F.I.G. Mystery series, it is a stand-alone novel. If you want to read the previous two books in the series, they are:


The Cadence of Gypsies: Book 1 of the F.I.G. Mysteries


Book Details:



Book Title: The Cadence of Gypsies (Book 1 of The F.I.G. Mysteries)by Barbara Casey

Category: YA fiction, 272 pages

Genre: Literary/Mystery

Publisher: Gauthier Publications/Hungry Goat Press

Release date: April 2015 (e-Book)

​Content Rating: PG-13 (A few expletives, mild sexual innuendo)



Book Description:



On her 18th birthday Carolina Lovel learned that she was adopted and was given a letter written by her birth mother in an unknown language. After years of research she travels to Italy on a mission to find the truth about her past. Carolina is accompanied by three extremely gifted but mischievous students the FIGs from Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women. In an effort to help their favorite teacher, the FIGs will have to use their special abilities to decipher the Voynich Manuscript, the most mysterious document in the world, and the one thing that is strangely similar to what Carolina was given. Their search will take them into the mystical world of gypsy tradition and magic, more exciting and dangerous than any of them could have imagined.




The Wish Rider: Book 2 of the F.I.G. Mysteries

​Book Details:




Book Title: The Wish Rider (Book 2 of The F.I.G. Mysteries) by Barbara Casey

Category: YA Fiction, 160 pages

Genre: Literary / Mystery

Publisher: Gauthier Publications

Release date: May 10, 2016

Content Rating: PG-13



Book Description:



Seventeen-year-old Dara Roux and her two best friends, Mackenzie Yarborough and Jennifer Torres, the three collectively referred to as the F.I.G.'s (Females of Intellectual Genius) because each has an intelligence quotient in the genius range, have just returned from Frascati, Italy. It was there that their much loved teacher and mentor, Carolina Lovel, discovered that her birth parents were gypsies, and that she had a connection to the Voynich Manuscript, the most mysterious document in the world.



Now, with graduation from Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women behind them, Dara asks her friends to help her locate her birth mother when she learns that she might be living in New York City. Relying on Dara’s gift for speaking and understanding foreign languages, the black and white images that stir musical cadences in Jennifer’s mind, and Mackenzie’s mathematical calculations that normally provide numerical solutions and answers to life’s most difficult questions, the determined young women tirelessly go from one address to another in search of Dara’s mother.



Their determination turns to desperation, however, as they encounter a dark hidden society more dangerous and terrifying than they could have imagined. It is there that

Dara hopes to find out why she was abandoned in a candy store all those years ago.




About the Author:


Barbara Casey is the author of several award-winning novels for both adults and young adults, as well as book-length works of nonfiction true crime and numerous articles, poems, and short stories. Her nonfiction true crime book, Kathryn Kelly: The Moll Behind Machine Gun Kelly, has been optioned for a major film and television series. In addition to her own writing, she is an editorial consultant and president of the Barbara Casey Agency. Established in 1995, she represents authors throughout the United States, Great Britain, Canada, and Japan. Barbara is also a partner in Strategic Media Books Publishing, an independent publishing house that specializes in cutting-edge adult nonfiction. Barbara lives on a mountain in Georgia with her husband, and three dogs who adopted her: Benton, a hound-mix; Fitz, a miniature dachshund; and Gert, a Jack Russel terrier of sorts.


Connect with the author:  Website


Interview with Barbara Casey


In your book The Clock Flower, most of the story takes place in China. What made you
decide to send the FIGs to China?
Thank you for inviting me to visit with you, Teresa.
One of the main themes running through the FIG Mystery Series is how and where Dara,
Mackenzie, and Jennifer (Females of Intellectual Genius) discover the truth about their
parents and why they were placed in an orphanage to begin with. In Book 1, The
Cadence of Gypsies, it was their teacher, Carolina, who was searching for answers to her
own past. Her search took them to a small village in Italy. In the second book, The Wish
Rider, Dara, who was abandoned as a very young child, searches for her own truth, and
discovers it in New York City with the help of the other two FIGs and Carolina. Book 3,
The Clock Flower, is Mackenzie’s story. She had been in an orphanage since she was
born, and it was only through the assistance of Carolina’s boyfriend, the son of a gypsy
king, that she was able to discover her connection to China.


There is an element of terror in The Clock Flower. How much of that is based on
research or just fantasy?
In the Western culture, it would be considered fantasy. However, there are many in China
who still believe in the dragon I portray in The Clock Flower. Mackenzie is the FIG who
was always inhibited and somewhat shy. She mispronounced words and sometimes
stuttered when she became anxious or afraid. In her search, she not only learns the truth
about her background, the search itself takes her to a level of self-confidence she has
never known.


How much time do you spend on researching your books?
I believe that accuracy is critical in making a story believable. I pay a great deal of
attention to small details because I don’t want to insult my readers by just throwing in
information that isn’t correct. Therefore, I spend months researching the things I want to
include in my story before I actually start writing it.


Do you have plans to write another mystery series?
Not at this time. The FIGs have a special place in my heart. They have grown from
young girls into young women in my imagination. We have experienced a great deal
together. So I will wait before I start thinking about another series. In the meantime, I
have several projects going on, the most exciting of which are my two adult nonfiction
books have both been optioned for major films. I will be involved with those projects,
and I am also under contract to write another adult nonfiction book. So I will be busy.
Thank you again for inviting me to be your guest. I wish you and your bloggers all my
best.
Barbara



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Wading Through Shallow Water by Toni Morrow Wyatt



Wading
Through Shallow Water
by
Toni Morrow Wyatt

Genre:
Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Bookstore
owner, Dee Dee Montgomery, was born with a gift. Not only does she
possess magical powers, she is able to tell the history of an object
by touching it. Fiercely independent, the last thing Dee Dee is
looking for is love.


When
author, Alex Winter, loses his wife to cancer shortly after the birth
of their son, writing becomes his therapy. His book, Moving Past the
Hurt, spurs a book signing tour, which leads him to Dee Dee's
bookstore.


Just
when Dee Dee's world is about to turn into a fairy tale, a tragic
accident rips it all away.


Kate
Waterhouse, Alex's ex-sister-in-law, pops into town as things are
falling apart, bringing her handsome, arrogant brother, Blake.


Determined
to claim what she believes is rightfully hers, Kate must locate her
family's Book of Shadows. As Kate's evil plot unfolds, leaving lives
on the line, Dee Dee must face the Waterhouse siblings or risk losing
everyone she loves.




Excerpt 2
“Thanks,” Dee Dee said. “Ah ha, here it is.”
“Here what is?”
“The information about the author coming on Wednesday. His name is Alex Winter. His book is called, Moving Past the Hurt. Hmm, can you open up one of those boxes and see if you can pull out a copy?”
Sofie grabbed the keys off Dee Dee’s desk and sliced open the packing tape. She pulled out a book and flipped to the back cover.
“Take a look at him. Not bad,” she said, handing the book to Dee Dee.
Dee Dee looked at the picture and read his bio.
“Alex Winter is a widowed father. He left his flourishing practice as a corporate lawyer when his wife succumbed to cancer shortly after the birth of their child. He now devotes his time to raising his son while running a profitable consulting service. He lives just outside of San Antonio, Texas, in the small town of Boerne.”
“What a story. Apparently, there are still some good ones out there, and this one happens to live nearby. Interesting,” Sofie said, raising her eyebrows.
Dee Dee took in the photo of Alex again. His face was blank with no trace of a smile. He wore a comfortable looking casual sweater. His brown hair curled slightly as it brushed against the top of his collar. She couldn’t make out whether his eyes were a light blue or green, but what she did see, was the sadness of past events reflected back at her. The pain gave them a depth she recognized. She had seen it in her own mirror many times. Absently, she stroked the side of his face with her thumb.
Shaking the memories from her head, she looked up at Sofie.
“Uh oh, what just happened?”
“Nothing. Why?” Dee Dee said, putting the book on her desk.
“It looked as if you were about to climb into that picture with him. Are you okay?”
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You tell me. Seems as if Mr. Winter has a fan.”
Avoiding eye contact, Dee Dee got up from her chair and came around the desk to start opening more boxes. Sofie took it as her clue to leave. Just before disappearing around the corner, she caught Dee Dee’s eye and winked. As her footsteps receded, Dee Dee picked up the book, opening it to look at the picture once more.
“I recognize that hurt, Alex Winter. More than you will ever know.”





My Review: 4 1/2 *
Dee Dee Montgomery was born with a gift. She is a witch. Her parents died in a car accident when she as young and her mother never got the chance to teach Dee Dee how to use her gift. After her parents death she went to live with her Paternal Grandmother who refused to allow Dee Dee to use her gift. Now as an adult she owns a book store. 

Alex Winter's just published a book. It is about his life after loosing his wife to cancer shortly after their son was born.  In his heart and mind he believes there will never be another for him except his Mary.  

Alex is scheduled to do a book signing at Dee Dee's store. he comes in to check out the place and immediately He and Dee Dee are drawn together. They help each other heal from their losses and even become engaged. Until Alex and his son are in a terrible car accident. Alex looses his short term memory and all memory of Dee Dee.  

Mary's sister Kate who is also a witch, but a dark one, then comes into the picture. She wants Alex to think she is there to help them recover but instead she has her own agenda. She wants her families Book of Shadows, and Billy's (Alex's Son) power as well. And will stop at nothing to get it. 

Dee Dee and Ada (Alex's housekeeper) must come up with a way to save everyone, and help Alex get his memory back. 

This is really more a romance to me. It centers around Dee and Alex's relationship more then the witchcraft aspect for most of the book. I still think it was a really good book even though romance is not my chosen genre. I did enjoy all the characters even Kate who I hated, but her character was wall thought out and brought to life very well.  This was my first book written by Toni Morrow Wyatt, but I will be on the lookout for me. 



Toni
Morrow Wyatt grew up in a small town in Illinois. Her love of reading
and writing was the greatest gift her mother gave her. In later
years, she opened her own independent book business named, Kindred
Books. In 2006, she folded the business and moved to the San
Antonio/Boerne, Texas area, where she lived for three years. Her
newest novel, Wading Through Shallow Water is set there. 


Her
flash fiction piece, “A Knock of Chance” was published in From
the Depths literary journal in 2012. Her first novel, Return to Rocky
Gap quickly followed. Her award winning short story, Spuds Dawson Has
His Day was published in the Belle Reve Literary Journal. Her young
adult suspense/mystery, A Killing Among Friends, was released in
2015. You can also find it in Twisted: A Thriller Collection. Last
year, she released A Walk Between the Winds, which was co-authored
with her mother, Margaret Chism Morrow. 

When not
writing, she devotes her time to her family, reading as much as she
possibly can, and research. She currently lives in North Carolina
with her husband and two sons. 






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Memories of Chronosalis by Ceara Comeau


Memories
of Chronosalis
by
Ceara Comeau

Genre:
SciFi Fantasy

It’s
one thing to read about heroes saving worlds in far off galaxies,
but to become one is an entirely different story. Sixteen-year-old
Amber Oak wanted nothing more than to stay in her own world of music
and solitude. But the inhabitants of Galaseya, a Utopian planet
rooted in the past, had other ideas in mind. According to them, only
she wielded the power to stop the dark forces threatening their home.
At first, Amber sympathized with the planet, but saw no reason to
involve herself in the affairs of something outside her world. But
the stakes have risen when she discovers that Galaseya is not only
the world that has been invading her dreams, but also the place her
estranged family originated from. With this new knowledge, questions
began to surface and secrets of Amber’s life come to light causing
her to second guess everything she knows.




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Excerpt 2

“We need to go home. It’s not safe here anymore, the Brothers will only be held back for so long before they find a way to us,” he said as he stopped to pull back the drawn curtain and peer out the window.
Amber heard some muttering coming from the other end of the phone, and the voice sounded male, but she couldn’t make out any words. Chris interrupted the person as he said hurriedly, “No, I don’t know what they’re planning, but I’d rather not stay around to find out. Please, she’d be safer in Galaseya.”
The voice on the other end responded, as Chris’ pace quickened with every second. His brow furrowed as his expression grew serious. When he spoke, his tone flat, “What do you mean, what’s wrong?”
Amber continued watching her brother go from determined to despair in a matter of seconds as he moved away from the window and plopped down on the couch. With his phone to his ear and his other arm resting on his knee cradling his head, he asked “How is this possible? We…I thought we got rid of her years ago!”
Got rid of her? What kind of a family am I in? thought Amber as she adjusted her position. She waited for Chris’ back to turn before dashing toward the front door. Hoping to make more sense of the conversation, she stayed a while longer waiting for Chris to speak.
“Well, this changes things,” continued Chris, trying to stifle his growing frustration, “Amber will eventually have to return home and probably sooner than we expected. Please, dad, you must do something. I don’t want her coming home to a bloodbath.”





I've
been writing stories since I can remember. Stories, I thought, were
just for children my age and I did not think they would go far. At
fifteen years old, I was proven wrong. My parents took a look at my
stories and saw something in them that I could not see. They saw the
potential of a good book, or two! 



With
my Dad as the editor and my Mom doing the formatting, we
self-published these books. I did not think anyone, other than my
family, would want to read the ramblings of a young teenager. When we
published "Amber Oak Mysteries Volume 1" and "Adventures
of the Young and Curious," I was fifteen years old, then the
unexpected happened. People would write to me and they told me how
much they loved my books.


During
the time, when I was seventeen, I stopped writing. I lost faith in
myself and my ability to write. But , my mom suggested that we
publish my third book, for it had been sitting on the shelf for about
two years. She thought it would be good to get it out there, before I
started college. I did not see what harm it could do, so my third
book, "Amber Oak Mysteries Volume 2" was published. In 2012
I published "Amber Oak and the Missing Links". I went on to
publish "Amber Oak and the Master of Illusions". In 2015 I
published something different call "The Lost Journal of Erika
Traynor". These is currently available on lulu.com, amazon.com
and barnesandnoble.com.

Recently
I realized I needed to go back and redo the original Amber Oak
Mystery series. It had potential, but I knew I could do better. It
will be different than the originals as it focuses more on science
fiction and fantasy rather than mystery. The title of the book is
"Memories of Chronosalis". 







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Celestia by Yumoyori Wilson blitz


Celestia
Yumoyori Wilson
(Unicorn Blessed Chronicles, #1)
Publication date: March 2nd 2018
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
What do you get when your father’s a centaur and your mother’s a powerful magician?
A unicorn shifter…
You’d think being the only known unicorn shifter in the world would have a few benefits. Like, people treating you kindly or getting special treatment from the council. Not in my case. I’d be lucky to get a piece of bread thrown at me.
My name is Celestia Rainbow, and yes, my last name is fucking Rainbow.
Shifters assume that I’m kind by nature, but trust me: I’m fierce, short-tempered and have the mouth of a sailor. Add in my stealthy fighting skills, advanced magic casting, and swift movement, I’m someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. But everyone looks at my shifter side – my ditzy, peaceful half, sprinkling magic dust, and on a mission to end world hunger.
Regardless of my dual personality, I’ve sworn to become a huntress at Aslan Academy. Now that I’m of age–my lucky twenty-fifth birthday just happens to coincide with the entrance exams–I’m ready to prove my worth.
Too bad I’m grouped up with six sinful looking men.
Time to prove to my community, classmates and this attractive bunch of weirdos that unicorns can kick ass too.
CELESTIA is a new REVERSE HAREM, paranormal series. Recommended for 18+ audiences, containing mature sexual content, violence and strong language.
EXCERPT:
“Good luck, Celestia. Work hard, make some new friends, and achieve your goals.”
“I will, Master Magnor. May you remain safe until we return,” I replied.
“Bru-REE!” Arielle agreed, fluttering her wings.
“Be off then. Keep in touch.” He stepped aside, allowing me to walk out the entrance and away from his property.
I took a few steps, before looking back to see his sad smile. One last time.
I left my luggage where it was, running back to give him a final hug. He looked pleased, giving me a tight squeeze.
“I love you,” I whispered into his white shirt.
“I love you more, Celestia. Now get going. You don’t want to be late,” he reminded.
I nodded against his shoulder, taking one last whiff of his meadow scent and pulled away. We shared a smile; both of us knew this wouldn’t be the last time we’d see each other.
“Bye,” I waved, running off to where my luggage sat.
“Celestia.”
I paused mid-stride, looking back over my shoulder to see Magnor’s glossy eyes.
“No boys,” he called out, a wide grin on his face while a tear rolled down his cheek.
I giggled, letting my tears flow freely. “No promises! I’ll make sure I bring home six of the finest men,” I called out, giving him a final wave.
He shook his head in amusement, waving back.
I took a deep breath and began to walk away. This won’t be the end. I’ll make you proud, Master Magnor. I promise.


Author Bio:
Yumoyori Wilson is from Toronto, Ontario. She loves to sleep and write her days away. She works at night as a registered nurse. She has a little addiction to bubble tea and coffee but loves to workout. She has big plans for the writing world and can't wait to share them with everyone.




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Unquiet Dead Chiaroscuro Chronicles, Book 1 Chris Pavesic


About Unquiet Dead:

In Chiaroscuro it’s important to keep the faith.

When the Temples north of Chiaroscuro are burned and followers of the Sun Goddess are murdered, Catherine, a bard of the Ealdoth Temple, sets out to find those responsible and to bring them to justice. With only the help of a traveling group of minstrels and a retired fae investigator, Catherine must solve the mystery before more people are killed.

So saddle up your clockwork mount, buckle on your electro-dagger, and join Catherine as she finds herself pitted against members of her own Temple, rogues members of the Seelie Court, and a seemingly unstoppable army of undead.




Unquiet Dead
Chiaroscuro Chronicles, Book 1
Chris Pavesic

140 pages

Genres: Steampunk, Mystery, Dark Fantasy

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Services were scheduled to commence in an hour, and Ernest needed to be ready. He struck a match and lit the first gaslight, watching the flame take hold and flare up. The light pushed back the shadows so parishioners were able to find their way to the pews without stumbling. He would extinguish the artificial lights right before the service so the effect of the sunlight illuminating the darkness hit with maximum impact as it flooded through the skylights.

The parishioners would marvel at how the Temple filled with the Goddess’s Holy Light just in time for the service. Ernest would marvel at the fact that none of them were smart enough to realize he flipped a switch on back of the altar to swing open mechanical shutters.

There was a religious stirring in Grand Marsh more powerful than anything Ernest had experienced in his ten years as a Sacerd. The services at dawn, noon, and sundown were packed. Few of the farmers went out to the fields. They worked in town on community projects or sat drinking at the tavern. Their wives remained in the town square, full of chatter, instead of staying on their farmsteads. Their thin voices filled the air. The youngest children were kept close while the teens clustered in protective packs far enough away to keep their discussions out of reach of their parents’ ears. But close enough to be in sight at all times. None of them wandered off.

Three times a day they filled the Temple, ready to hear his words. Faces tilted up to him. Man and woman, young and old. And none of his parishioners would confess why they were so filled with the Holy Spirit that they were neglecting their farms. They were afraid of speaking blasphemy. But he knew the reason, and it caused a lift in his heart that was not due to religious inspiration. They were scared, plain and simple, and it gave him hope.

Since being assigned to the far parish almost five years ago, a posting he saw as an end to the upward progress of his career in the Temple, he struggled daily to swallow his disappointment. It wouldn’t leave, and it was bitter. Bitter.

In this remote village, far from the bustle and industry of Chiaroscuro, the quality of his life, the texture of his life, changed. He longed for life in the city. The world seemed to have shifted into two zones. The pace of life for the city dwellers increased while people living in the countryside were being left behind.

Time’s arrow struck fastest through the densest populations. Sacerds assigned to any of the major cities made more connections and accumulated more power in a single week than he did in a year. Exerting influence was impossible when the spheres of power were spinning outside of his reach, moving too fast for him to see, let alone have an impact.

The wound to his pride stung the most. The elders had hurt his feelings. To be dismissed so easily, passed along so casually—it was like the swatting of an annoying insect. The Temple elders did not treat him as if he mattered, as if his family ties were consequential. True he was a third son, but of a noble line. And they assigned him to a rustic Temple to attend to common folk far below his station.

Very little was required of him here. Or, more precisely, very little of what he did here interested him. He burned to return to the central Temple and to be part of the intrigues and power shifts. This attracted him more than caring for the simple souls of farmers and shopkeepers. Power was why he joined the Temple, and what he was now denied.

But not for long. The thought clanged in his mind with undeniable rightness. Not righteousness. It was an important distinction. Would the Goddess sanction his actions? Probably not, but he was past caring about her approval. During all of the ceremonies, all of the prayer and introspection, he had never felt any divine presence. He had never witnessed any miracles, and doubted their existence.

But power, oh he had seen the existence of power. Political. Social. Religious. Whatever you called it really didn’t matter. Get enough people to follow you. Enough people to believe in what you were selling. This was the belief that could move the world.

There was only one woman in his life he needed to please now, and she held no divinity. Merci had offered him a way out of this rural purgatory, and he had accepted. Truth be told, he had grabbed at it like a castaway might grab at a line from a passing airship. If the price were the damnation of his soul, so be it.

He glanced out the window at the transport coming down the lane. A high quality clockwork carriage with the Temple’s Crest stamped on the doors rattled over the boards strewn across the irrigation ditch and stopped, parking in the speckled light cast by the ornament trees planted along the lane. The carriage blocked traffic, but the driver did not seem to care. Elder members of the clergy, Hlytere, and above, felt they had the right of way. Others had to go around.

A pale, dark-haired woman emerged and stood for a moment looking around. She pulled the hood of her dark cloak over her hair and walked through the yard toward the Temple. Ernest’s gaze followed her, trying to imagine who this stranger was.

Her footsteps sounded in the aisle and, when he turned from window, she was almost upon him. Her speed startled him. When he saw her face to face he realized she was younger than he had supposed. Too young to be a Hlytere, but her use of the carriage meant she was favored by the Temple elders. The seed of jealousy radiated through him. He felt it in his chest and the pit of his stomach. He struggled to keep the emotion off his face.

“Greetings.” He shook her hand with a firm grasp. Her hands were small and smooth and white. “Will you come in for a moment?” He led her to the small reception room off the main area that contained a round table and several wooden chairs. He lit a cheroot, offered her one, which she declined, and they sat down.

“Please forgive me for calling on you so close to mid-day Services, Sacerd Ernest.” She paused. “You are Sacerd Ernest, correct? It’s not like me to presume.”

“Of course. I’m glad you came. I watched you drive up, you know, and I wondered who you were. We don’t get many visitors from the Temple here.”

“I’m surprised you don’t recognize me, cousin. Of course, I didn’t recognize you. So perhaps it’s not so surprising.”

“I’m sorry. I …”

“I’m from the cadet line of our family tree. My father is the elder son of the younger son of our line.”

His brow creased in thought. “Grace?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile, reaching out to touch his hand. Her fingers rested there for a moment too long. Lingered. And then she leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs, which were slim and bare beneath her robe.

Sacerd Ernest regarded his guest, wondering that her physical presence should suddenly dawn upon him so. She was more beautiful than he had thought at first. Her skin was clear and lovely, and her eyes and mouth were made up carefully and well.

What’s her game? He licked at the perspiration that appeared upon his upper lip.

“I would like your help in a small matter. And of course I wanted to meet you.”

“You did?”

“Our sponsor has spoken of you with such affection.”

“Our superior?” He used the wrong word to see if she would correct him.

“Technically, I suppose, she may be yours. I’ve never thought much of the rules of hierarchy in the Temple.” She cocked her head, listening to noises from the other room. Some of his parishioners had started to file in for the service. “It’s such a mercy, isn’t it?’

Ah, code words.

She must think she’s being clever, although he had no idea who could possibly overhear their conversation. It was only just dawning on him why she must be here. In his town. In his Temple. But he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was get out of Grand Marsh. Get back to Chiaroscuro. It didn’t bother him that people, his parishioners, may die, or suffer a fate worse than death. He just wanted to get out.

It’s not my fault if I’m following orders.

But that was a poor excuse, wasn’t it? Guilt flared, hot and strong.

Do you want to stay in Grand Marsh forever? Ministering to the townsfolk? Do you?

No … but he didn’t want to hurt people. Those conflicting thoughts pulled at him. There was the question of right and wrong. What was right for him might go wrong for others. But that was the way it had to be.

Thus he banished the guilt. When something inside of him tried to protest again, tried to tell him to think before he did this, he smothered it.

“When?” He didn’t have any time for nonsense. The quicker it occurred, the quicker he resumed his rightful place.

“In two days. I have some items in my transport that need to be set up in the Temple, but kept out of view.” She smiled and spoke a little louder so that the earliest arrivals overheard her. “I wish I could stay to help with the Mass, but I am needed back in Chiaroscuro.” She lowered her voice. “Officially I never left the city.”

“Of course.” He guessed that she had no desire to partake in the service. “I will help you with whatever you need.” Whatever may come of it, he had gone too far to stop now.


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Chris Pavesic lives in the Midwestern United States and loves Kona coffee, fairy tales, and all types of speculative fiction. Between writing projects, Chris can most often be found reading, gaming, gardening, working on an endless list of DIY household projects, or hanging out with friends.

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Stolen Kiss by Karen Tjebben





Psychological Romantic/Suspense
Date Published: December 2017


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A sociopath is on the hunt…

Bret Silva’s handsome face is plastered all over town on placards praising his success. But neither his eyes nor his friendly smile betray the dark beast that lurks within. A beast that requires sacrifices. But one mistake endangers Bret’s survival.

When the men from Savage Security discover a damning photo, they realize that someone has mastered the art of the perfect murder. As their hunt begins, Cole Savage must reconcile his desire for justice with the burning ache in his heart for Julia Romero. Enlisting her help as a realtor, they work together to find a new home for Savage Security while the hunt for the killer continues. As the men discover more victims, they piece together the clues and realize that one of their own may be in the sights of a ruthless killer.


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Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband, twin daughters, and two hamsters. When her girls left for kindergarten, Karen discovered that she needed to fill her days with something, and that was the beginning of her writing career. She loves to create worlds filled with unique characters that she hopes will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband and seeing the world through her daughters' eyes.



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