For those who have picked up Catstruck! you will have noticed it doesn’t just feature prose but also the occasional poem. Quite a few of these verses were penned by Jamie Glaser who lives in St. Louis with her beautiful feline, Audrey. Here is a picture of Audrey along with one of Jamie’s poems. You can find the rest in Catstruck!
It’s Friday, so time for another Catstruck! interview. Today we meet cat lover, Diana Dawn who tells a little about her writing and her kitties! You can read a little of her Catstruck! story, “Cat Fancy That” after the interview.
Tell us a little bit about yourself, Diana.
I am a wife and mother of three… two boys 15 & 12, and one girl, 10. I currently live in Texas in the USA. I write clean romance. For example, I have a fantasy romance series called Whispering Willows. I also enjoy performing in musical community theater. I even got to play Miss Hannigan in “Annie” and Ursula in “The Little Mermaid”!
When did you first start writing?
I wrote several stories as a young girl and teenager. But it really started about 25 years ago. I was part of a small online writing club. It was a “shared world”. We all would write a chapter a week or so. I love all things Snow White, so I decided to write my story around what would happen to Snow White if she “fell” into another world. I wrote in the group for several years, but the writing club finally shut down in 2009. I didn’t do anything with my work for the next 10 years. Then 2019, I decided to not let all of that time and dedication go to waste, so I made the leap to self-publish my chapters into a book series. I have books one through eleven published so far and plan to wrap up the series in book twelve next year. However, I have a lot of other projects in the pipeline as well, so I hope I can get book twelve done next year! I am part of many multi-author boxed sets from this year on through 2025!
Who are your favorite authors?
That’s a tough one. I have always loved the comedic writing of Ellen Conford. And I also enjoy the writings of J. R. R. Tolkien.
What inspires you to write?
I have a lot of stories in my head that I feel passionate about. I think it’s the emotion that inspires me the most. It really helps me to have some kind of emotional attachment to my characters.
Tell us a little bit about your story in Catstruck, “Cat Fancy That”.
Duchess is a beautiful pure breed Himalayan cat in a comfortable home. She is an “only” cat and content to be such. So when her owners bring home a cute stray kitten, Duchess’ home life is threatened. Can she get past her resentment of the new feline and make friends with the little guy? Her position in the household may depend on it!
Are the cats in the story based on your own?
Yes, absolutely. I have been raised with Himalayan cats most of my life. They are beautiful cats… a cross between a Persian and a Siamese… and very sweet. I also rescued a stray kitten from a kill shelter several years ago. When I married my husband, he also had a couple of rescued cats. We had a house full of cats! Just call me the “crazy cat lady”! I have owned a mix of pure breeds as well as rescued felines. So the “shenanigans” of both of the kitties in my story were definitely based on my own “fur babies”!
What are you currently working on?
I have two stand-alone books coming out next year that are part of a multi-author series of similar themed books (in addition to the 12th and final book in my series!). One is a YA book about teens with special abilities, and the other is a clean romance aboard a cruise ship.
Do you have kitties or other pets? (Feel free to add pictures!)
Yes! I have two Himalayans, one white short hair kitty, and a turtle!
Do you have a favorite literary cat?
I’ve always enjoyed reading Garfield!
How can readers connect with you?
I have an author website that talks all about my current projects and my series. And here, you can also join my newsletter where I always have great deals and giveaways! Diana Dawn Books
Want to read a snippet of “Cat Fancy That?” Of course you do!
‘New Kid on the Block’
Duchess yawned and stretched as she curled up in Sophie’s lap in the large chair near the fireplace. This was her favorite time. Sophie would read her book while Duchess slept peacefully. Soon, Sophie would grow tired and head to bed, and Duchess would follow and curl up next to her pillow. It was mornings that Duchess didn’t like. Sophie would grab her backpack and leave and be gone all day. Where does she go that takes so long? Her mom and dad would leave, too. And they would be gone even longer than Sophie. So, after some “crunchy munchies” and some fresh water from her kitty fountain, Duchess would bathe her long fur coat for most of the morning, and then sleep for the rest of the afternoon.
‘Ah, finally!’ Duchess thought as she heard the sound of a key in the door. Sophie came in and threw her backpack on the kitchen table. Duchess jumped up onto the table to demand her afternoon petting.
She sat as Sophie pulled several items from her backpack. “Got lots of homework today, Duchess.”
Duchess continued to rub Sophie’s hand as she tried to write.
“Duchess, I love you, but I can’t get my work done when you do that.” She picked Duchess up and set her on the floor.
Duchess gave her a confused look and proceeded to jump back up on the table and rub Sophie’s hand some more.
“Duchess! Ugh!” Sophie stood up, grabbed her books, and headed for her room. Just as Duchess reached the door, it closed, shutting her out.
“What? Wait! She never shuts me out of her room. What’s going on?”
Duchess started meowing at the door, but it didn’t open. So she lay on the floor in front of the door and waited, sadly.
After a while, Sophie’s mom and dad came into the house together. Strange, because usually Sophie’s mom gets home first from wherever it is they go every day, except for a couple of days a week.
“Sophie?” her mom called. “We have a surprise for you!”
Sophie’s dad was carrying a box with a lid. Duchess suddenly sensed a strange smell coming from the direction of the box. The family would often bring in outside food with different smells. This was not food.
“Yeah, Mom?” Sophie emerged from her room. Duchess sighed in relief. She was about to head to the bedroom, but curiosity got the best of her, and she decided to sit and see what all was going on with that box.
Sophie gasped as she lifted the lid. “OH! Mom, Dad, he’s so cute!” To Duchess’ horror, Sophie lifted a small, orange kitten from the box.
Her dad offered, “He was a stray that was hanging around my office building. So we had him bathed, fixed and checked out by a vet. Otherwise, we were afraid they would send him to the pound and… well, anyway. Do you like him?”
“I LOVE him!” Sophie snuggled the kitten to her cheek.
Duchess was dumbfounded, as she stared wide-eyed at her Sophie messing with some stray mutt of a cat! She even had the nerve to tell it she loved it! Indeed!
Her mom offered, “We need to see how Duchess is going to react to the new kitten.”
All eyes were on Duchess. She was appalled as she saw Sophie putting the kitten down close to her. Yuck! That smell! She hissed at the filthy animal and then ran into Sophie’s bedroom.
“Duchess!” Sophie scolded.
“Don’t worry. She’ll come around.” Her mom picked up the kitten and held it. “Any name ideas?”
Sophie noted the orange tabby cat’s color. “You know, I bet when he grows up, he’ll look like the orange cat on the cat food cans. What’s his name again?”
“Morris,” her mom replied.
“Morris it is, then!” Sophie took the kitten. “Morris, that’s a good name for you. Morris and Duchess. Hey, that has a cool ring to it! And don’t you worry about her. She’ll chill out and come around. Just give her some time. You hungry?”
Sophie went to the kitchen, opened a can of cat food, and offered a bowl to Morris. He accepted it hungrily.
“I thought you might be. And there’s the crunchy dry food over there, too.”
Duchess wandered out of the bedroom and jumped up on the counter to be away from the new brat. She scowled as she watched this punk kid eat her precious, meaty food. As she looked over at the can, she noticed that the picture on it looked very much like a grown-up version of this small cat. ‘Great. It’s like his picture is all over MY food!’ she thought.
“Duchess, you have to be nice to Morris. You two are going to have to get along. You’ll be together from now on… forever.”
Duchess wasn’t sure what all Sophie had just said, but whatever it was, it made her shiver.
So will Duchess and Morris finally become friends? Pick up a copy of Catstruck! to find out.
And don’t forget to enter our Rafflecopter for a chance to win oodles of prizes including a set of ELEVEN books, the almost complete series, of Diana Dawn.
Today on Paws 4 Thought we continue our Catstruck! interview series with YA fantasy author, Holly Hook.
1. Tell us a little bit about yourself, Holly. I’m a YA fantasy author who’s been writing all my life but I recently began branching out into other genres as well. I started publishing on Kindle in 2010, and after seven years of work, I reached the point where I can write full time. I like anything fantasy and paranormal, but also do some post-apocalyptic stuff.
2. When did you first start writing? I started writing when I was pretty young—first grade, I think. Before that, I would speak stories into a tape recorder.
3. Who are your favorite authors? I’ve read so many books that I don’t have a clear favorite, though Christopher Pike comes to mind for influencing me when I was younger.
4. What inspires you to write? Honestly, I’m not sure, but I can’t hold back from telling stories. Once in a while, I get a dream or something, but otherwise, it just comes to me.
5. Tell us a little bit about your story in Catstruck, “Walls”. “Walls” is a companion story to the Flamestone Trilogy, which I wrote several years ago. The cat in the story was inspired by a big, gray, intelligent cat that we still have in the family.
6. Do you plan to continue Jenna’s story? The Flamestone Trilogy is currently done, which this story ties to, but this is the only story with Jenna at this time. Maybe in the future, I’ll revisit this world.
7. What are you currently working on? The sequel to War and Kittens, a YA UF that also features a cat. The first book is doing a bit better than I anticipated, so I’ve got to hurry on Book Two. I’m also working on an adult paranormal/urban fantasy series that’s not yet out.
For a chance to win an ebook of War and Kittens and a host of other awesome prizes be sure to enter our Catstruck Rafflecopter!
8. Do you have kitties or other pets? (Feel free to add pictures!) I have two cats of my own but live with six in total. I also keep tarantulas and have a tank full of jerks cichlids, which are a type of fish.
Here’s a picture of Niko, the inspiration behind Mowgli in my story, “Walls”.
9. Do you have a favorite literary cat? There are so many cats out there that I can’t find just one. I love all the kitties.
10. How can readers connect with you? See links below:
Would you like to read an excerpt from Holly’s story, “Walls”?
Sure you do!
“Mowgli, what are you hissing at?”
Jenna sat up on the edge of her bed, tossing down her copy of Alice in Wonderland. It was her latest escape from a world that failed her.
Her cat stood on the floor, staring at that hole in the bottom of her wall again. There were a lot of holes in her new foster home, especially in her bedroom. Such was the story of her life.
“Come on. Really?” It was the third time this week he’d done that, and it was getting annoying. Every time she got away from her mother and earned some time to herself, he did this, breaking her from her focus.
Maybe she’d have to find some other place in this house to do her reading.
Mowgli ignored her and puffed up larger, looking like a steel gray panther who needed to lose weight. His tail morphed into a giant pipe cleaner, and he growled at the hole.
“Are you really that scared of mice?” Jenna stood up, wiggling her freezing toes in her socks, and she hoped it wasn’t a rat living in that hole instead. The house was old… way older than the creepy guy her foster mom had rented it from. It had lots of dips in the floor and plenty of drafts, some of which seemed to come from some damp place underground. She wondered how many other kids went through here as they got shuffled around the system.
Mowgli hissed again, backing so far away from the wall that he rammed his rear end into the side of Jenna’s bed.
She sat up, because something wasn’t right here, and her heart thudded in response. Her cat was smart enough to turn on the washing machine by himself so he could sit on top of it and enjoy the free massage.
Jenna had read a story once where a cat warned a woman about a fire in the wall and saved her life.
She scrambled down onto the floor and sat next to Mowgli. “All right, Genius. Is this dump finally burning down?” She smelled no smoke, so she pulled Mowgli to her side. He was so warm she could keep him there all night.
Mowgli twisted in her grip and howled, letting out a low, mournful sound. He broke free and darted down the hall, his enormous feet thundering down the stairs.
“Hey!” Jenna sat there, staring at the doorway her cat had just bolted through. She rubbed the line of pain on her leg, as he’d nailed her with his back claws by mistake.
Maggie, her foster mom, yelled something at him that Jenna could never repeat in class. It figured. Maggie had hated Mowgli since Jenna found him starving next to a trash can up in town.
That happened a few months ago, right after she came to stay with Maggie, and now she fed him with lawn mowing money. There wasn’t much else for a fifteen-year-old to do when it came to making money.
At least Maggie hadn’t tried to hurt him. Maybe she feared Jenna going to the social worker, although Chris insisted Jenna stay with Maggie for her own good. The system was beyond broken.
Ignoring the pain of her scratch, Jenna leaned closer to the opening and sniffed, but no smoke stung her nostrils. The air coming from the hole smelled damp with a trace of dirt and dust, as it always did.
She turned around in her room, staring at all the old, empty moving boxes, some left over from other kids. She had a flashlight somewhere. It was a cheap one that came in one of those dollar store surprise bags meant for little kids, but it would work. Maggie got her the bag for Christmas.
Jenna pulled her clothing box off another that was the permanent home for her books, then moved that aside to reach the junk box. The green handle of the flashlight stuck out from under the torn flap.
Jenna clicked it on. It gave off a weak glow, like the dull light bulb overhead, but it would have to work.
She flopped down to her side on the floor and aimed the weak beam at the hole. The yellowing wall turned bright, but the hole looked darker. The damp smell grew stronger, and Jenna thought of the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland.
This one looked more jagged and sinister, and yes, it was big enough to let a rat into her room. She’d never dared to peek in before for precisely that reason.
Jenna expected insulation, chewed wood, mouse turds, and other debris to fill the space beyond the wall’s surface.
Instead, she found only darkness, and could make out nothing past where the hole started.
The floor past the entrance seemed to drop off into nothingness, and it was as if the crack in the wall opened into a void.
A breeze shot out, whistling around Jenna’s ears.
Then a faint, bizarre squeak, along with an odd skittering, emerged from the depths.
She scrambled back and held back a cry. The flashlight slid across the floor and hit one of her boxes. Jenna hit the back of her bed. She kept her gaze locked on the hole.
The hole stayed as dark as ever and the earthy smell faded. She sucked in a breath to make sure it had gone.
Maybe she should get Maggie to come up and look at this, because a hole into nothingness wasn’t normal, especially on the second floor.
Um, not a good idea. You’re better off dealing with this yourself.
Maggie would come up here, roll her eyes, and head back downstairs if she was lucky. If not, Jenna would get more chores to do, like washing the dishes and mowing the house’s overgrown lawn.
Jenna pushed the junk box over to where the hole in the wall waited like an open mouth. She’d cover it up for now, because there was no way she could sleep in this room otherwise.
Today on my blog we begin a series of interviews featuring the authors from the charity anthology, Catstruck! The anthology was originally conceived by Stephanie Barr before she handed over the reins to me. Her story, “The Emperor’s Companion” featured in the book is a science fiction tale of Gyn Ryker a seasoned bodyguard sent to protect a very special monarch of the feline persuasion. You can read an excerpt from Stephanie’s tale later in the post, and don’t forget to enter our Catstruck! Rafflecopter which includes to generous donated prizes from Stephanie. But first the interview:
1. Tell us a little bit about yourself, Stephanie
I’m a rocket scientist by day, crazy writer by night, single mother of three (the eldest is grown and independent) all the time, and I have a BUNCH of cats. I love solving problems, snarky humor, cats and dragons, and telling stories.
2. When did you first start writing?
In junior high (7th grade) I started with poetry that I’d write, enjoy, then toss. My father, when I showed him a poem I thought he’d like, made me promise never to throw anything away again. I wrote mostly poetry and a few short stories in high school, moved to mostly short stories in college and then stories and novels as an adult.
3. Who are your favorite authors?
I have dozens and, at any given time, I’ll give you a different list. Heinlein, Georgette Heyer, Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb, Poe, Herbert, Robert Ludlum, James Clavell, Sake, Alexander Dumas are all on there along with Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, Stephen King, and James Herriot. My tastes are eclectic. Have I left off tons of them? I have.
4. What inspires you to write?
Anything? Everything? I love playing “what if?” and imagining how I’d feel in a particular situation.
5. Tell us a little bit about your story in Catstruck, “The Emperor’s Companion”.
I bought a book cover (the one above) and wrote a story to match. I wanted to play with a feline emperor and decided it would pair well with a bodyguard who thought protecting a feline emperor was stupid. Then I changed his mind. I had a lot of fun and it’s a fun story. Especially if you’re a cat lover and can appreciate how cats can worm themselves into one’s heart.
6. Do you plan to follow Gyn Ryker’s story in another tale in the future?
I don’t at this moment but I do like his character and have been known to write more for characters I like.
7. What are you currently working on?
I’m working on one of my collections of short stories (Inner Worlds) to come out before the end of the year and a novel centered around an albino dragon and her kitty companion (Anathema and Tidbit) which I’ll hopefully be able to publish next year.
8. Tell us about your own kitties? (Feel free to add pictures!)
I have four black boys (Smudge, Kismet, Soot and Shadow), three brown tabbies (Camo, Tigress, and Gogo), a gray super-soft kitty (Twilight) and a medium haired yellow/white cat (Ishtar).
Oh, they are all so pretty! DMK
9. Do you have a favorite literary cat?
I love any literary cat but probably have the softest spot for my own. I have them in every book, after all.
Want to read a snippet from Stephanie’s story? Of course you do!
So here’s a sample of The Emperor’s Companion from Catstruck!
“You’re kidding me, right?”
The woman behind the desk was not known for her sense of humor and she showed no sign of it now. “Don’t be ridiculous. I would never joke about this job. Emperor Tiddles is the latest in a long line of feline rulers of the planet Darby. Given the gravity of the forthcoming conference and that we are hosting it—and therefore responsible for the planetary leaders that will attend—we are assigning our own guards in addition to their own retinues. And you’ve been assigned to Emperor Tiddles.”
“He’s a cat,” Gin Ryker said, through his teeth. “Am I being punished for something?”
Captain Grenter rolled her eyes. She had about twenty years on Ryker, her light blonde hair cut close to her scalp. She had a brutal scar across her face and had once, he’d heard, nearly been blown to bits by an incendiary device. He knew some of her limbs were prosthetics, but he wasn’t sure which ones. More importantly, she’d never lost a client and that was why she was in charge. “Have you ever had a cat, Lieutenant?”
“Pets are pointless.”
“Well, then you have no idea how hard keeping control of a feline is. You’re my best and that’s why you’re being assigned here. Cats don’t follow directions or do as you expect them to do. Nor do they seem to have the least sense of self-preservation. And they are escape artists, getting into places you thought were impenetrable.”
“They’re cats,” he said. “You speak like they’re sentient beings, not dumb animals.”
Captain Grenter sat up at that and glared at Ryker. Only one of her eyes could focus on him, but somehow it made the glare more powerful. “I strongly advise you not to confuse Emperor Tiddles with any preconceptions you have about pets. He will be crafty and challenging and you’ll underestimate his intelligence at your own risk—and his. And, even if he were dumb as a stick, your diligence would still be critical.”
Ryker didn’t test the glare. He stood silently, waiting for the rest.
“I’m sending the dossier to you and specific instructions, protocols specific to Darby royalty, preferences and the like. This will be a challenging detail, not only because of the nature of the client, but because Darby, as you know, is one of the few planets that has a sizeable deposit of Cytocil.”
“Cytocil? Used in wormdrives?”
“Exactly. And, intelligence reports that there is a rival for the throne who is building a considerable backing faction, which puts Emperor Tiddles in a vulnerable position. If he’s assassinated, all hell will break loose. A significant civil war could disrupt exports and bring the universe to a halt. No one wants that, but what I especially don’t want is for it to be our fault. If this ends up chalked up to us, someone’s going to lose some skin and, believe me, it won’t just be me. Do not let that happen, Ryker. Are you understanding me?”
“Yes, ma’am. Keep the furball alive no matter what it takes.”
Captain Grenter sighed. “Don’t offend him either. Cats hold grudges like no one’s business.”
Katie sagely advises “Don’t attempt to befriend something that eats people!”
Though Alexander has fought minotaurs, befriended dragons, and traversed the land, there’s one place in Zilferia he hasn’t explored.
Pearl isn’t thrilled with him constantly seeking out danger, but his affections for her won’t slow Alexander down. After all, supposedly there are man-eating merfolk down there!
He’s never leapt so enthusiastically at a life-threatening situation as this one, but there may be more in those dark depths than he’s prepared for.
***** This short story takes place before the events of the Crystal Dragon Saga and makes a thrilling, enlightening edition to the tale as we learn more about Crystal’s parents long before she was born. Fast-paced clean, YA Fantasy that you won’t want to miss! Claim your FREE copy today!
David and Abby are coworkers at a video game company. Their lives are turned upside down as David is chosen to protect the world against monsters, and she discovers her magic. Their partnership blooms into a powerful romance which neither are prepared for. Together they must face an evil that claimed the lives of David’s parents over an artifact of great power, the Eye of the Jaguar.
Ten years have passed and he has forgotten her. But Mirari would still do anything to save her childhood friend from the executioner’s sword.
Meanwhile, Fangbane has spent his life trying to end centuries of social and political hostility. As his fame spreads, brave Knights rally to his cause.
But to truly succeed, Fangbane must have two others: Gaven, the headstrong warrior he helped put on death row, and Mirari, a simple merchant with a past as secretive as her formidable magical ability. Their aid could be the difference between success and failure.
Can Gaven put aside his apathy to fully commit to the alliance?
Will Mirari become a worthy fighter and subdue her desire for revenge?
With the threat of a growing movement of underground vigilantes bent on tipping the system, the Knights must act quickly.
Hi folks, it’s time for another Fiction Friday collection. Today I have three awesome indie titles to recommend.
First off, something a little different …
A note from the author: My mother, Eleanor LaRue, initially wrote this manuscript in 1960 but never had it published…she left it to me when she passed away in 1995…**BEFORE** I began writing. I found the story when I moved a few years ago and felt compelled to bring her story to life. Over the last two years, I’ve updated, edited, tweaked, and added a time travel element for a contemporary spin. My mom lived decades before her time, but her message is as significant today as it was in 1960. Thank you for reading our novel!
So what’s it about?
In a country divided, where terrorists hijack peaceful protests and threaten the fabric of America’s democracy, President Emery Clayton, III discovers a global power behind the insurrection. He escapes to the White House attic to plan a counterblow, steering clear of initiating World War III––and vanishes.
After years of studying to realize his dream, James Rucker’s future explodes when he’s falsely accused of cheating on his final exams. Vowing he’s had enough, he joins a civil rights movement. But his trip to connect with the anarchists stops cold when his flight is struck by lightning and plummets into the ocean.
Can one man’s soul rip through time to a different era…survive a plane crash…and mitigate a broken man’s rage in time to save his own nation from total destruction?
Join an amazing adventure about love, loss, and the fate of kingdoms.
As a slave, Clara’s life extends no further than the castle kitchens and their garden. However, she carries within herself a precious gift: the ability to see the future.
When a vision prompts her to prevent a murder, Clara is shoved not only into the intrigues of the nobility but also into a civil war. As events unfold, she begins to unearth chilling secrets about the war and her supposed friends.
Driven to learn the truth, Clara embarks on a journey that takes her from her beloved mountains to the very Capital itself, Bertrand. There, she is confronted by an evil as old as the mountains–and it’s using her anger and prejudices against her. If she is not careful, not only will the entire nation be lost, but Clara’s own soul as well.
And now another freebie, this one from Story Origin:
When Ariel’s friends convince her to go out for a ladies night with them, she doesn’t realize her whole life is about to change. She meets Blake, a handsome enigmatic man hiding a big secret. That’s alright, because she has some secrets of her own she has no intention of sharing. The problems start when the secrets begin to come out and their lives become hopelessly entangled. Their relationship brings Ariel the attention she has hidden from for years and exposes her to an evil she never believed was real.
Will the secrets revealed, tear them apart? Or will they discover a love that will stand the test of time? Will Blake’s ex-girlfriend cause him to regret meeting Ariel? Or will the men who chase Ariel, catch her, taking her from him forever?
Visions of the past forge second chances for the future.
Silas founded the Ashen Hawks out of anger towards a country that failed him and his younger sister, Sarra. The thieves he recruited in Helgath’s capital became his family and the guild escalated from petty thieves to planning a heist of Veralian’s treasury. Before undertaking the risky endeavor, he needs to eliminate the new tool Helgath has been utilizing to see the past and facilitate their arrests.
Locked in a room in the basement of a military barracks, Lucca uses trinkets to see glimpses of the past. After receiving little kindness during a cruel upbringing, her visions, fueled by her Art, grant her the only escape she’s known. When an emotionally damaged thief gives her an opportunity to start over, she sets her focus on saving him from a danger neither of them understand.
When the truth of Helgath’s secrets is revealed, the Hawks could be destroyed or rise above and become the country’s most notorious guild.
Dawn of the Thieves is a prequel novella in the Pantracia Chronicles.
**This book is intended for mature readers and contains violence and sexual scenes.
Kaylee Cooper is certain that Alex will become friends with a ghost this year. Alex thinks that he is far too old to be listening to a little grade one and encourages Kaylee to stop jeopardizing his important sixth grade social life. Kaylee doesn’t listen and finds awkward ways to spend as much time with Alex as possible, even if it means following him into the boy’s washroom. Fed up, Alex develops a strategic plan to ultimately get rid of Kaylee Cooper for good. However, he soon learns about the mysterious legend of Screaming Ridge Road that pulls an unlikely group of friends together, including the girl of his dreams, and the school’s meanest bully. When they discover the legend is real, and that Kaylee Cooper is at the core of the mystery, Alex stares death in the face and helps save her from an eternal life of misery and confusion.
Where’s the line between life and death?
A coming of age, middle grade urban fantasy about an eleven-year old boy who tries to help a little girl with paranormal behaviors.
Rocky is an Australian Shepherd and Bosco is a fun loving Labrador Retriever. Together they travel the world and explore many places. They teach children all about their new travels through a monthly short story and activity page. They could be exploring a National Park, a small town or riding a train…each month is a new adventure.
Happy Friday folks. I’ve a host of new reads for you today. Let’s start off with a freebie from Story Origin.
What if Deadpool was a Sassy Witch?
Serena is a world class necromancer, a self-proclaimed master of the undead. But when someone starts killing the remaining witches, she must fight for her life against an enemy that is immune to the dark arts.
With only her undead companion by her side, she must discover the unstoppable evil that is killing her kind and find a way to avoid the fate shared by her spellcasting companions.
There is a new player in town. Stronger than anything she’s ever seen, and even with her command of the undead, she may not last the night.
Experience this fun and thrilling ride in the life of Serena as she communes with dark forces, screws over evil, and raises Hell. Read it now, before the darkness comes. Seriously, it may already be too late…
The world is changing . . . . . . and no one sees the danger. However, one man – accidentally imbued with extraordinary powers – could be the answer to it all.
As visions compel him on a journey involving the legendary Excalibur and The Lady of the Lake, Arthur finds himself in England. The irresistible call brings him to the famous London Institute of Psychic Research, where he meets Ruth.
The feisty, red-headed doctor wants nothing to do with the arrogant American, but her boss and the Commander of MI-6 have other plans. Believing the beautiful scientist is the key to controlling and weaponizing Arthur’s abilities, they force the pair to work together.
Ruth has no choice but to tag along, finding it increasingly difficult to fight her growing attraction for Arthur. However, when a camping trip along Lake George suddenly turns into a military expedition, the doctor realizes the precarious predicament she’s in. And her unwanted partner isn’t the only source of concern.
There are more secrets hidden beneath the dark waters than anyone imagined. And, strangely, unknown forces are causing Arthur’s senses to go wonky. He’s losing control.
Pranks are the best thing about Halloween — until a ghost pulls one on you.
When eleven-year-old Lyssa Klarken discovers the legend about her ballet school being haunted is true, she thinks she’s won the candy-filled jackpot.
But treats turn to tricks when Nadia, the ghost of a star ballerina, starts pranking her. Nadia only agrees to leave Lyssa alone if she frees her from her unfinished business. There’s just one problem: Nadia can’t remember what that is.
Lyssa has six days to figure it out and save Nadia from torment. If she fails, the tables will turn: Lyssa will be haunted for the rest of her life. Can she solve the mystery before the curtain rises on October 31st?
Hi everyone, it’s fiction Friday and I have a whole bunch of new recommendations for your weekend reading pleasure.
First I have three fabulous FREE fantasy reads that you can pick up when you sign up for the authors’ newsletters. Plus one contemporary 99 cents read that deals with some tough subjects.
Gwynn has finally joined the ranks of the most prestigious guild of bards. Eager to explore the world and create her musical legacy, she heads to the dazzling city to impress with her skills. On the road she encounters an elite warrior wounded in an ambush, and fate demands they join forces to defeat the darkness that has hijacked her past.
Can she free her world from enchantment before her soul shatters?
Fae Song is book one of the enchanting fantasy series Ballads of Balahar. A magical world of mystery, splendid Celtic mythology, and a friendship stronger than time. Perfect for fans of Holly Black and Sarah J. Maas.
Banished dragons fight for survival. A huge twist of fate seals their destiny.
Evil personified finds itself captured and encased in ice, trapped beneath the harshest environment on the planet with absolutely no way out, until, that is, a chance encounter with an inquisitive member of an ancient race unlocks the key to escape.
Dastardly dark deeds set off a chain reaction that will have dire repercussions for the whole world as, against all odds, evil conquers good.
Can a psychotic leader’s twisted plan be stopped? And will a mother’s love prevail?
Wow! Just look at that cover! BLOOD OF A FALLEN GOD is the first of Joshua Cook’s Forgemaster Cycle.
Stealing ashard of a dead god’s blood was only the start.
The land lies split in two, broken in the Godsfall many years in the past. William Reis wants nothing more than to be a Guild blacksmith. Being from the Reach means he can never make that dream real, as he will soon discover. Duncan Reis revels in his risky and dangerous life, never admitting he is running from his own sadness and grief. He cares deeply for his cousin William, but hates the dream of joining the Guild.
The path they take, both together and apart, will change the face of Alos. Dead gods are stirring, and both men will find themselves thrust into a conflict that never truly ended. From the prestigious halls of the Guild, to the blasted and cursed Mistlands, the last two of the Reis line will decide the fate of all.
A happy ending with a twist you will have to read to find out… Katherine has had a tragic life, with abuse and death of parents and her child. This does not stop her from leading a full and happy life with her husband Calvin and second child. Nothing stops Katherine, not loss, not mental illness… Follow the letters that Katherine writes to her lost child and let you decide what fact is and what is fiction.
A little something I wrote this week in a prompt group on FB. Enjoy!
“The dragon must go now!”
“But that’s discrimination! It says on that sign that you serve everyone, no matter what race, sex or species!”
“And we do, and we did! But we have no grog left. The dragon’s drunk it all. And it’s singing! It’s hurting our ears and making the paying customers leave and well, there is the matter of the fire breath!”
“What about the fire breath? You said you liked it before when it warmed up those hot toddies!”
“That was then and this is now. It’s clear that it’s going a bit far. Please take him outside before he burns the whole bar down.”
“OK then mate. Come on Bob! We’ll find another bar!”
Have a good weekend. And remember if you take your dragon out to your local pub make sure they drink responsibility.