Singular tastes. That's what the Wilders are known for. I’m no exception.
The world sees me as nothing more than a hedonistic pretty boy. But not everything is as it appears.
One thing is certain. I'm a man who knows no boundaries.
With no soul and no conscience, I'm free to take what I want.
Including a deadly covert agent with a sassy mouth and an angelic smile.
She doesn't know it yet, but when Delilah shed her web of lies, she waltzed into mine.
Now I’m free to enjoy her as I please.
After being a confirmed city-girl for more than thirty-five years, Eva moved to beautiful Western Massachusetts in 2014. There, she found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkey, deer, and coyote roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she’d been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into a romantic tale.
When she’s not writing, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.
Forty-eight-year-old
Corbett Thomas, a one-hit-wonder of the 90s, now works as the lead
sommelier at Napa Valley’s hippest restaurant. Set to become one of
the few Master Sommeliers in the world, Corbett self-destructs during
his final exam, ruining his last chance at capturing the stardom and
adoration he got a taste for in his youth.
When
billionaire game designer, Brogan Prescott, asks Corbett to consult
on a major vineyard acquisition, Corbett sees it as a shot at
redemption, until he learns of Brogan’s ridiculous vision of a
virtual-reality, Woke Ant Colony Winery. Disgusted, Corbett decides
to buy the vineyard himself and preserve its magic and history.
Cashless, clueless, and with his reputation in tatters, Corbett
enlists the help of his bass-player-turned-lawyer Seamus O’Flaherty,
who may have finally lost his stomach for Corbett’s bad ideas; his
uber-rational daughter Remy, who wants Corbett to uncork some family
secrets he’d rather leave in the cellar; and Sydney Cameron, whose
sudden appearance in Corbett’s life may repair his heart or shatter
it forever.
With
their help-and sometimes despite it-Corbett discovers what Brogan has
known all along: a four-billion-dollar gold deposit lies beneath the
vineyard. If Brogan acquires the property, the ensuing gold rush will
destroy Napa Valley.
But
if Corbett can get out of his own way long enough to purchase the
vineyard first, he’ll be faced with the hardest decision of his
life: take the fame and fortune he desperately craves, or save the
soul of the valley he loves so much.
John
Taylor has been writing about wine since 2012, but his meanderings on
life began way before that. Born and raised in San Diego, California,
John moved to Los Angeles in 1982 to pursue dreams of screenwriting
and filmmaking. He attended the University of Southern California,
where he majored in Shattered Dreams and False Hopes, with a minor in
Getting Gut Punched By Reality. After being handed a degree in
Journalism in 1987 as a consolation prize, John dove into a career in
music. Because getting gut-punched just isn’t painful enough.
By
1996, John and his band, The Uninvited, had
produced four independent albums and became one of the most popular
acts in the western United States. This lead to a deal on Atlantic
Records, which released the band’s self-titled debut album in 1997.
The band had two Top 100 hits, and toured nationally with Dave
Matthews, Blues Traveller, Third Eye Blind and many other acts. Their
music appeared in the TV shows Beverly
Hills 90210 and Party
of Five, and
in the motion pictures The
Commandments and North
Beach.
The band can also be heard in several HBO Documentaries, video games
and on that annoying “One Hit Wonders of The 90’s” station your
co-worker always plays on Spotify.
In
2001, John’s vast experience in shattered dreams was once again
called into play as the band hung up their touring shoes for good.
After a brief but horrifying career in real estate, John got wise and
made a career out of his favorite hobby – wine – and has held
various sales & marketing positions in Napa Valley since 2011.
John’s writing career started in earnest at this point, with blogs,
essays and short stories appearing in various publications. John is
the author of three novels, including the aptly-titled Pairs
With: Life, which
will be released by Hurn Publications in September 2020.
Long
ago, magick filled the land of Dramolux. But one sorceress delved too
deep into dark sorcery and tainted the creatures inhabiting the land.
In an effort to save all creatures, a noble sentinel locked the dark
powers away. For generations, the dark ones were controlled, passed
down to those who ruled the sentinel kingdom. All is peaceful until
the newest sentinel queen is murdered and all the magick is released
back into the world. It is now up to her daughter, Princess
Aymeri--who has no knowledge of what she truly is--to recapture it.
But another dark sorceress is on the rise. She wants to lay claim to
the magick and wield it herself, in an effort to take all of Dramolux
under her control. The odds are against Aymeri and the magick the
sorceress wants is evil. Aymeri must prepare to battle or die
fighting for the survival of her people.
She
was born an ill-fated princess. She was destined to be a
savior.
Princess
Kumud Maudlin of Treoles is a rescued prisoner of her own castle
after twenty-three years of seclusion. Now that she has a second
chance of life, thanks to her rescuer–and sister-Queen Aymeri, she
must learn to speak with her words and control the wayward magick
inside of her.
Meanwhile,
the evil Empress Dimia is advancing toward Treoles with a vengeance
for the magick guarded by Kumud’s sentinel sister, and ruler of
Treoles.
Will
Princess Kumud control her magick and help Treoles retaliate or will
Treoles fall before it even stands a chance?
“I
am many things but normal is not one of them,” says Aimee Shaye
when asked to describe herself. She is a novelist whose genres
include Fantasy and all its subgenres. When asked what drives her,
Aimee says, “The world around me. The people I know. The love and
support of my family." Aimee is a family-driven person and
enjoys meeting and getting to know her readers. She is full of life
and down-to-earth. She has a personality that fills the room. More
than that, Aimee is someone people easily open up to. Her passion for
life, reading, and writing are evident in her novels and she leaves
no stone unturned in showcasing real emotions even in a fantasy
world.
Readers
from all of the world enjoy reading her novels which are suitable for
all ages, despite her characters being in their late teens and early
twenties
Discouraged
by a recent deadbeat dad case, PI David Randall wonders if he should
close the detective agency he operates from his psychic friend
Camden's boarding house at 302 Grace Street in Parkland, North
Carolina. But Doreen Padgett, a scrappy teen, convinces him to find
her useless father, Arliss. Arliss and Doreen's mother have
divorced, and Doreen wants the man to pay what he owes her family.
It's another deadbeat dad, but Randall agrees to take the case.
When
policeman Jordan Finley comes to Grace Street with a blouse he wants
Camden to touch, a blouse that belongs to the victim of a suspected
serial killer, a man with a bizarre fondness for blond hair. Camden
has a serious reaction to the blouse, but can't see anything that
will lead to the killer except a hatred for a woman named Margaret.
Despite
Cam using an accident as an excuse not to be psychic, Randall finds a
connection to Margaret, Arliss, and the serial killer. All of them
plan to attend an upcoming high school reunion, the same reunion
Cam’s wife Ellin is looking forward to. Randall has to find the
killer, especially since he realizes that except for himself,
everyone who lives at 302 Grace Street is blond.
Gone
Daddy Blues is the seventh in the Grace Street Mysteries, the
continuing adventures of the family and friends who live at 302 Grace
Street.
"The
mystery plot is convincing and motives abound, but the vivid
characters are the main draw, in particular the wryly observant
Randall, who narrates the story with verve. Fans of cozies with a
paranormal twist will be rewarded." —Publishers
Weekly
Flamboyant
actor Leo Pierson's Art Nouveau treasures have been stolen, including
a one-of-a-kind Lalique glass dragonfly he claims is cursed. David
Randall, 302 Grace Street's private eye, agrees to recover the
valuables before he realizes murder has raised its ugly head in the
Parkland art community. Samuel Gallant of the museum board is
missing, until Randall and his landlord/consultant Camden find
Gallant's body stuffed in a museum closet. When another board member
suffers a fatal accident and the art critic for the Parkland
Herald is
attacked, Randall suspects the stolen dragonfly is indeed cursed. He
investigates Richard Mason, curator of the Little Gallery, whose
artwork consists of ugly mechanical sculptures, and Nancy Piper,
finance manager at the Parkland Art Museum.
Meanwhile,
Camden struggles against psychic visions he's had since birth, taking
pills to limit sudden intense visions. His wife, Ellin, fends off
Matt Grabber, a television celebrity healer threatening to take over
her Psychic Service Network and using his two large pythons to
emphasize his bid. The pythons take a liking to Camden, upping his
stress level, while he takes more pills hoping his visions—and the
snakes—disappear. Kit, a new tenant at Grace Street, is a young
rock star who is also psychic. As Camden becomes more addicted, Kit
becomes an early warning system, alerting Randall to the next attack.
Randall
works to solve the murders, find the jeweled collection, help Cam,
deter Grabber and his pythons, romance the young lovely Kary, and
avoid stray curses. A spirit on the Other Side surprisingly requests
his help, a spirit with ties to the stolen pieces of Art Nouveau.
"...readers
seeking a cozy, feel-good mystery will enjoy this outing to Grace
Street. The delightful characters navigate their worldly and
otherworldly challenges with affection and humor, and Tesh maintains
a whimsical tone that doesn't detract from the serious subject
matter."
—Publishers
Weekly
Camden's
friend Rufus Jackson receives a letter from his ex-wife, Bobbi, and
he's surprised to learn he's the father of a baby. When Bobbi is
found murdered in her home and her baby stolen, Rufus becomes suspect
number one. PI David Randall immediately takes the case.
But
Randall is almost sidetracked from the case by a series of what
appears to be never-ending favors. When he takes his friend Cam to
the Carlyle House to sing for a concert, Cam encounters Delores
Carlyle, a troubled spirit trapped inside a huge mirror, who wants to
see her daughter, Beverly, one last time. Beverly Carlyle will come
to the house on one condition: that Randall find a home for her surly
teenage son, Kit, and a band for her obnoxious daughter, Frieda. Kit
is welcome at 302 Grace, but to secure a spot for Frieda, Randall has
to get a local girl group a gig at a local nightclub. The owner
agrees, if Cam will pose as a teenager and spy on a rival club. Cam
agrees if Randall will take him to Green Valley to answer some
questions about his past. And another ghost is haunting the hot dog
restaurant, refusing to talk to Cam.
In
addition to the tangle of deals, Randall has to contend with Rufus
being hell-bent on revenge, the return of Cam's telekinesis, and
growing concern that if the baby—a girl named Mary Rose, as it
turns out—is found, Rufus, might not want to keep her.
David
Randall, a private detective short of work, invites his psychic
friend Camden into a case. Miss Viola Mitchell, an aging local
actress, has recently been reported missing. The Parkland PD's Jordan
Finley objects to the pair inspecting Viola's home, claiming the
police don't need their help. Moments later, despite the array of
birds and cats perfuming the residence, Cam advises Finley, "Check
the basement."
Meanwhile,
a new Grace Street client, owner of popular BeautiQueen Cosmetics, is
searching for her arrogant, absconding partner. Randall tracks him to
Clearwater, Florida, and soon finds himself chasing shoplifters
stealing pharmaceuticals and helping a jazz musician woo his woman
while failing to woo his own love, Kary. Will Randall and Cam piece
all this together?
Who
is audacious enough to steal an antique box once owned by Harry
Houdini? This collector’s treasure, skillfully hidden in the local
Magic Club— a nightclub where magicians perform—is not merely an
old theatrical prop. It is the prize in a contest that promises to
jump start a magician’s career. At least that’s what Taft and
Lucas Finch hoped before their prized possession was stolen. Private
investigator David Randall is already busy searching for socialite
Sandy Olaf’s missing diamond bracelet when he begins the search for
Houdini’s box. But instead of finding the valuable box, Randall
finds Taft murdered, his body locked in a backstage trunk. The
magical world is brimming with jealous suspects, less successful
magical competitors, romantic rivals, business conflicts, and
festering hurts from long ago. Randall’s friend Camden is concerned
with losing his voice, his girlfriend Kary insists on being a
magician’s assistant, and Cam’s girlfriend Ellin has to deal with
the overbearing Sheila Kirk, wife of a potential sponsor, who insists
on hosting the Psychic Service Network’s programs.
Warned
away from interfering in a police homicide investigation, Randall
focuses on finding the box, searching for a missing diamond bracelet,
and handling the crises embroiling his unique housemates in their
rambling home on Grace Street. It will take a stroke of magic to
connect the interlocking circles of these crimes.
"A
solid mystery with a plethora of suspects and quirky
regulars."—Kirkus
Reviews
It's
Christmas in Parkland, North Carolina, and PI David Randall is
looking forward to his mother's visit, even though he knows she'll
want to talk about his daughter, Lindsey, who died in a car accident.
Further dampening the season's cheer, his psychic friend Camden has
harrowing flashbacks to a murder: Randall and Camden found Camden's
friend Jared Hunter brutally stabbed. Among the suspects is Boyd
Taylor, Randall's client. Jared had served time for breaking into the
Parkland Museum of History. Bert Galvin, son of the editor of the
Parkland Herald, was also involved.
And
what of the inept superhero, the Parkland Avenger? The Superhero
Society of Parkland insists the Avenger isn't one of them. Are these
things all somehow related?
2018
– ALA Book Club October Pick, Things that Go Bump:
Paranormal Mysteries
David
Randall's perfect family life came derailed when his little daughter
Lindsey died in a car crash. Thrown out by his second wife and
wanting to leave a dead-end detective agency to start his own, he
reluctantly accepts his psychic friend Camden's invitation to stay in
Camden's boarding house in Parkland, North Carolina.
Meanwhile,
working the case of the murder of Albert Bennett, Randall's only clue
is a notebook filled with odd musical notation. When another client,
Melanie Gentry, hires him to prove her great-grandmother was murdered
by her lover, composer John Burrows Ashford, over authorship of
"Patchwork Melodies," Randall sets out to find a connection
to Bennett's murder, as well as to the murder of a Smithsonian
director, who was preparing a new PBS documentary on early American
music.
Randall's
investigations lead him to another notebook, where he finds not only
"Two Hearts Singing," Ashford's most famous song, but a
valuable early copy of Stephen Foster's "Oh! Susanna,"
hidden in the cover. But things become more complicated when
Ashford's spirit parks itself in Cam...and refuses to leave until
Randall proves Ashford's innocence.
Jane
Tesh lives and works in Mt. Airy, North Carolina, Andy Griffith's
home town, a real life Mayberry. She is a retired media specialist
and the author of ten mystery novels, three fantasy novels, and over
thirty plays for children. When not writing, Jane plays the piano for
productions at the Andy Griffith Playhouse.
Singular tastes. That's what the Wilders are known for. I’m no exception.
