
From Indonesia to Holland, comes the extraordinary life of one young woman who defies social norms... and carves a better life for herself and other women.


From Indonesia to Holland, comes the extraordinary life of one young woman who defies social norms... and carves a better life for herself and other women.

Book One of a trilogy
(Upper) Middle Grade fantasy adventure
Date Published: October 15, 2020
Publisher: Rainscape Media Inc.
Walking talking rats aren’t real, right? After Kyra, 13, is transported from Earth to another world, Antiica, she’s thrust into her father’s war with the rat people, the Raturro, and must save her kidnapped mother. Kyra sets out on a dangerous journey to rescue her and is aided by Coyne, a teen who deserted the army and Mercy, a teen rat girl who was once Kyra’s childhood friend. But it’s Kyra’s new bond with the Chimera, a magical creature that travels through stone, which changes her life completely. The Chimera’s Apprentice is the story of a girl and her monster—and a desperate search for her family.
About the Author
Roslyn Muir is new to middle grade fiction fantasy but feels she comes by it honestly—“I still feel like a ten year old making up elaborate adventure stories in my head.” Born in Scotland and now living in Vancouver, Canada, she often uses the similar landscapes of both countries in her stories. Roslyn has another life as an award winning screenwriter who writes YA stories, family drama and thrillers. She was a writer on the Global/CBS one-hour drama, Ransom, created by Frank Spotnitz (Man in the High Castle). Roslyn has also written several movies that have aired on TV around the world: Washed Away, Stranger in the House, and Reluctant Witness to name a few. Roslyn also wrote and produced the dramatic feature film, The Birdwatcher, directed by Siobhan Devine. Her half-hour YA comedy, The Tutors, is in development with the CBC.
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Excerpt – Call of the Piper
"Kiss me
there once more." Henry begged.
"Only if
you let me fuck you again."
"I won't
stop you."
Henry Mountjoy
stretched on his bed as the young man's mouth wrapped around his engorged cock.
He fisted the bed sheets, ready to burst for the second time that afternoon
from the best mouth fucking he'd ever had. As that tongue flicked along his
shaft, Henry arched his back, stirred by the expertise of his lover. Thin
fingers fondled his balls, rolling them around like hacky sacks, and the man
played Henry's cock as if it were a skin flute. Stars burst behind his closed
eyes, and his pulse beat hard in his throat. Every nerve on his body tingled
with excitement.
No one had ever
made love to him with such finesse, certainly none of the village women. No
matter now nubile they appeared they stirred no passion in Henry yet he
pretended to enjoy their ministrations only to keep his father at bay. He'd
enjoyed secret trysts with an occasional butcher and even one veterinarian, but
none had affected him the way this man had. The man who tended to his ache
arrived in the town only three days earlier, but the instant attraction drove
Henry mad until the fellow accosted him in a deserted room in the manor house.
"I want you
inside me again." Henry said.
"Of course,
you do. Turn over."
Fragrant oil
dribbled down his ass, and within moments the man entered him; first just the
tip until Henry adjusted to his girth, and then he slowly slid his entire cock
inside. Henry craved the filled-up sensation from this man whose cock was so
huge it threatened to cleave him in two. Henry had entertained all manner of
pricks, but this man's far surpassed the rest. Not only was he large, he knew
what to do with it. After several swipes at his sweet spot deep inside, the
build-up of arousal overwhelmed Henry, who shot his load all over the clean
cotton sheets. His lover pounded hard, driving that stake home until he came
with a cry. Warm cum dripped down Henry's ass and cooled against his thighs.
The young man rolled off Henry and took him in his arms, two becoming one in
the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Was it
good?" The young man asked.
"What?"
"Your
hearing is terrible. I asked 'Was it good?'"
"Are you
kidding? You're incredible."
He smiled.
"I try."
"So, when
are you going to tell me your name? Even my father doesn't know your name and he
hired you to drive away the rats in town."
"My name
isn't important. You may call me the Pied Piper."
"That's not
a name, that's a title. Aren't you called Lucas or Jeffrey or something more
exotic like Erasmus?"
"No."
"So, what
am I to call you?"
"Call me
'Master'".









Book Description:
The battle between good and evil resides with...
While awaiting his execution for murdering his son, Benjamin Poe confesses to his lawyer the true story behind his crime, a harrowing tale of a manipulating, soul-collecting demon named Crighton.
Following Poe's death, Crighton continues his malevolent duties, until he's kidnapped by members of The Sovereign Sector. This group of scientists, notorious for experimenting on supernatural creatures, forces Crighton into a soulmate relationship with the very angel he was sent to capture for Lucifer.
However, with secrets revealed and loyalties shifting, Crighton soon becomes the target of Lucifer's revenge, and his journey to redemption and freedom–or eternal enslavement–begins.
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Excerpt:
"Are you
aware of our situation?"
"Of course,
I'm aware," Poe snapped. "The date is approaching fast and we're
running out of options."
Beaudoin sighed.
"It would seem so. But I haven't given up hope just yet. We can still try
for an insanity plea, although I know how you feel about that." He paused
a moment to study Poe's tired eyes. "I've seen it work even this late in sentencing.
If there's one chance to keep you alive, Ben, then we need to–"
"Counselor,
it's over. You and I both know that. I'm done fighting. If I plead insanity,
they'll send me away to the State hospital...and I don't want to spend what
time I have left in that place. But I don't want to go home either. There's
nothing left for me there." He leaned forward, resting his elbow the
counter. "I know I'm not crazy, and I understand the seriousness of it.
But I swear to you it was never my intention to kill him." He paused.
"Not Gabriel. Not my son."
"Can I be
frank with you, Ben?"
He nodded.
"Any
ordinary case would have resolved itself by now, but as you're very well aware,
this is far from ordinary. Your son's blood was found on your clothes. The same
caliber revolver found in your possession matched his wounds, and you never
denied firing it. Yet you continue to claim your innocence. Which begs the
question..." Beaudoin paused briefly, choosing his words carefully.
"If you didn't kill your son, as you'd like me to believe, then who
did?"
Poe tipped his
head to the side. "I never claimed he was killed by someone else, Mr.
Beaudoin. If you read the transcripts, my story has never changed. Not one
iota." The crease between Poe's eyebrows deepened. "I was the one who
pulled the trigger. I was the one who fired all six shots. My son Gabriel died
by my hand, but like I said, it was never my intention to kill him. The six
rounds I fired were meant for someone else."
Beaudoin slapped
his hand on the counter. "Right! That's what you said before. Someone else
was there. But who, Mr. Poe?" He paused, exasperated. "And why?
Because you refuse to admit your guilt. You refuse to take responsibility for
your actions. Yet here I am...trying my best to keep you alive."
Poe sighed.
"I've accepted my fate, Mr. Beaudoin. I don't expect any favors, but after
everything you've done for me, you deserve to hear it all. The whole truth.
I've never shared this with anyone because no one would ever believe me. But
there's no point now in keeping it a secret any longer. I just want to leave
this world knowing I held nothing back."
Beaudoin shook
his head. "And you wait until now to share this?"
"I know,
but I swear the story I'm about to tell you is the God's honest truth."
Beaudoin could
see his own reflection in the Plexiglas barrier and it looked as shocked as he
felt. He shrugged and said, "Very well then, you've got my full attention,
Mr. Poe."
"You'll
think I'm crazy. That much is certain. You might even demand that I plead
insanity after you hear my explanation. But all I ask from you is to hear me
out. Nothing more. Then you decide if the devil was there...or if he's sitting
in this room right now."
Beaudoin eyed
Poe, trying to decide if this bit of storytelling was worth his time. He tugged
on his shirt sleeve and glanced down at his watch. It was 10:58AM and he had
more than forty minutes to spare before his next meeting. So what did he have
to lose, aside from his patience? Blowing out an exaggerated breath, he answered,
"Okay, I'm listening."
Poe shifted on
his seat and appeared to be collecting his thoughts. Or maybe he was formulating
his story. Then he began.:
"It
happened two weeks before Christmas. The fire at College Inn. Do you remember
that?"
Beaudoin nodded and
waited for him to continue.
"It was the
night that everything was destroyed, including my life. You see, Mr. Beaudoin,
up until then, I was a good Christian man, a loving father. I made an honest
living. I provided a comfortable life for my family. I did everything by the
book...everything that was expected of me." Poe rubbed his eyes and before
he pulled his hands away, he continued, "I didn't know until that night
that the world is full of monsters. Monsters with dark souls and claws, waiting
for the chance to tear you apart."
About the Author:
Kaylin McFarren has received more than 50 national literary awards, in addition to a prestigious Golden Heart Award nomination for FLAHERTY'S CROSSING - a book she and her oldest daughter, New York Times/USA Today best-selling author Kristina McMorris, co-wrote in 2008. Prior to embarking on her writing journey and developing the popular THREADS psychological thriller series, she poured her passion for creativity into her work as the director of a fine art gallery in the Pearl District in Portland, Oregon; she also served as a governor–appointed member of the Oregon Arts Commission.
When she's not traveling or spoiling her two pups and three grandsons, she enjoys giving back to her community through participation and support of various charitable, medical and educational organizations in the Pacific Northwest. Her latest time-travel adventure, HIGH FLYING, asks challenging questions that will linger long after the final twists are revealed. Recently jumping to the supernatural thriller genre, Kaylin's clever SOUL SEEKER series leads readers into the pit of Hell, through the mechanisms of secret societies, and across the earth's crust, ever raising the stakes for her leading duo—a wicked demon and a saintly angel with secret earth-shattering agendas. With each story she writes, this author delivers unexpected twists and turns and keeps her readers on the edge of their seats, leaving them guessing and thoroughly entertained.
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3184417.Kaylin_McFarrenInterview with Kaylin McFarren
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
Oh, my characters definitely hijack my stories. Often they go in a direction I never saw coming, which is frightening and exciting at the same time.
Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
This story is unique in sooo many ways -- a paranormal thriller and supernatural romance rolled up in an epic tale of good versus evil. SOUL SEEKER gives hope where there isn’t any and allows readers to believe that even demons are capable of changing.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
I’m currently working on the sequel to SOUL SEEKER and will be titling it ANNIHILATION.
Pen or typewriter or computer?
I started writing with a pen, progressed to a typewriter, and now only create books on my trusty computer, Mac.
Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Pick up a copy of SOUL SEEKER, begin reading, and find yourself transported to strange, unimaginable worlds.