C.D. Hersh and Son of the Moonless Night

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Today I am happy to have C.D. Hersh back on the blog with an excerpt from their new release and some background on the Turning Stone Society, the thread that connects their series.

Thank you, Jessica, for hosting us on your blog today. Jessica has asked us to talk about the secret Turning Stone Society of shape shifters.

SON OF THE MOONLESS NIGHT_505x825The society began in ancient Celtic times when the Fae gifted a magic bloodstone to three Celtic families with the charge to use the stone’s magic to benefit mankind. The magical bloodstone enables humans to shape shift into their alter egos, male to female, visa versa, and into an animal. The magic also provides the ability to mimic shift into any person, but there may be a cost if you do evil while mimic shifted.

The three families cut the stone into ring size pieces and mounted them in gold. The heart of the stone, which contained the most magic and the gift of immortality, was mounted in silver and given to one family to act as the Keeper of the Stone. But things didn’t go the way the Fae intended. Man’s jealousy and greed for power started a battle between the three families to control the rings and thus control the world. That battle is going on even today and is part of why our hero Owen Jordan Riley believes the only good shifter is a dead shifter.

Book one of the series, The Promised One, is about the discovery of the good shape-shifter faction’s most recent Promised One, a shape-shifter savior who will bring the two warring factions together. When book two, Blood Brothers, opens, the Keeper of the Stone has just discovered two extremely powerful potential Promised Ones: Rhys Temple and Alexi Jordan. Never in the history of The Turning Stone Society has such a discovery been made, calling into question the interpretation of the prophesy about the Promised One.

In book three, Son of the Moonless Night, Owen Jordan Riley is determined to rid the world of all shape shifters, good and bad. To do so he has become a shape shifter himself. Revenge for the death of a friend motivates him, and nothing stands in his way. What he doesn’t count on is falling in love with paranormal huntress Katrina Romanovski who hunts and kills creatures like him.

Thrust back into the world of paranormal huntress, Deputy Coroner Katrina Romanovski must unravel a string of murders she believes are vampire attacks. When she discovers the shape shifter she’s in love with is the murderer, she must reconcile her feelings for him, examine her life of violence against paranormals, and justify deceiving him in order to bring him to justice.

Amazon buy links for The Turning Stone Chronicles series:

The Promised One (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 1):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00DUMODKI

paperback: http://amzn.com/1619353504

Blood Brothers (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 2):

eBook: http://amzn.com/B00OVNFC8W

paperback: http://amzn.com/1619358271

Son of the Moonless Night (The Turning Stone Chronicles Book 3):

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Genre – Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Suspense Romance

Heat Level – Sensual

EXCERPT:

“Why aren’t we going after the man who killed him?”

“What man? There’s no body to examine to determine who is guilty. The other side carried his body off, which is most unusual.”

“Probably to hide who killed him. Shouldn’t that be enough to make you go after them?”

Roc’s persuasion to love all things evil shifter had worn off Owen when Roc died almost a year ago. Owen still remembered the man’s friendship and respect. Those emotions were driving his need for revenge.

“I do not act until I have gathered the facts and analyzed the ramifications of the action I’m going to take,” Falhman said evenly.

“He was my friend, I can’t do nothing.”

“He was my son!”

Although spoken softly, Owen heard the intended bellow in Falhman’s tone.

“You will not go after another Turning Stone shifter until I command you to do so. There are forces and plans in the working you cannot possibly comprehend. I don’t want you screwing things up because you can’t control your well-intended, yet misguided, revenge. I will deal with my son’s killers in my time and in my way. Do you understand?”

Falhman waited for a response. When none came, he jabbed Owen’s wound with the needle and dragged the suture through the flesh with more force than necessary. “Obey me, Owen, or you will regret it.”

Gritting his teeth to keep from flinching under Falhman’s physical assault, Owen replied, “I understand.” But not even the threat of bodily harm would keep him from enacting revenge on those who killed his friend. Then he would go after the rest of the shifter world, good and bad. From his perspective, they all wanted to control the world in one way or another. The only good shifter, in his opinion, was a dead shifter.

hersh_smallBio:

Putting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.

Together they have co-authored a number of dramas, six which have been produced in Ohio, where they live. Their interactive Christmas production had five seasonal runs in their hometown and has been sold in Virginia, California, and Ohio. Their most recent collaborative writing efforts have been focused on romance. The first three books of their paranormal romance series entitled The Turning Stone Chronicles are available on Amazon.

Where you can find CD:

Website: http://cdhersh.wordpress.com/

Blog: http://cdhersh.wordpress.com/blog-2/

Soul Mate Publishing: http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cdhershauthor

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/C.-D.-Hersh/e/B00DV5L7ZI

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorCDHersh

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CDHersh

Iris Wynne and The Missing Mah Jongg Player

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Iris Wynne’s new release is out and I’m so excited to be sharing an excerpt.

Iris Wynne-The Missing Mah Jongg PlayerBlurb

Steve Wade is an ex cop with an ex-wife and girlfriends he could never commit to. Now he’s a private investigator known for his knack in solving crimes.

This handsome private eye never has a problem finding clients. His newest case involves five frantic Mah Jongg players who are in search of one of their players who disappeared after meeting a man on an online dating site.

Steve Wade is reluctant to take the case. He believes she is just another woman not wanting to be found. But the women are insistent that their missing Mah Jongg player did not vanish on her own. In the meantime, they organize a Valentine’s speed dating gig inviting all the suspects who dated Marilou Dickson, the missing Mah Jongg player, in an attempt to find out what happened to her.

As he watches the dinner play out he begins to realize she may not have gone willingly when all the suspects are presented before him. He even hires his sometime drop dead gorgeous girlfriend for the event to lure the culprit out into the open. Steve just hopes no one goes home with a potential killer.

He has to work fast when the case begins to unravel as lies and betrayal become evident and the truth of what happened to the missing player becomes clear. Will he be able to find the suspect before they choose another victim? This may be his biggest challenge yet.

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Excerpt

Marilou Dickson was sitting at the bar, sixty miles away from Toronto on a Saturday night waiting for her date. The only problem was she didn’t know who he was. She got in touch with him on an online dating site and his picture looked great, even though he was much younger than her. A full head of dark hair, straight nose, large hazel eyes and great abs from a previous picture he sent her. She imagined his strong arms wrapped around her as he made love to her. She was tired of being alone as age and beauty were slowly taking its toll while drinking and smoking was becoming an obsession that a good man could help her control.

The noise in the bar was unbearable and she was dying for a cigarette. At least in the old days before cell phones and Internet, you could smoke. The place was packed with pretty girls in floozy outfits, some displaying unwanted flesh. Youth could get away with many things and the sleazier you got, the more attention from the men.

It was like that years ago before marriage and grown kids.

Her phone buzzed which made her spill her drink on her new gold cashmere sweater.

“Damn!” she said.

“May I buy you another drink?”

She looked up and there was her man, looking better in

person.

“Hi!” she said tying not to slur her words.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered to her.

“What about my drink?”

“Let’s go to my place.” He smiled as his white teeth flashed at her.

She wanted to stay here and enjoy the bar and perhaps dance. She wasn’t ready to go to his place yet. She sighed and smiled up at him.

“Why don’t we just stay here?”

“You’ll get too drunk.”

She grinned at him, thrilled that he should be so concerned about her. Her phone buzzed again. She gave him a shrug.

“Sorry–I may as well answer this or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

She was going to tell him her friends were worried about her, warned her about going out with strangers–blah-blah. She decided not to say anything. She noticed that his hair was an unnatural black hue, almost like a wig. She wouldn’t care less if he was bald–didn’t men understand that? His glasses were tinted unable to really see the color of his eyes. Something in the pit of her stomach was telling her something was off. She answered her phone walking a distance away from him and the bar. He was watching her though, his look almost a leer. Perhaps it was because she was drunk that she thought this. Nevertheless she would not leave alone and go back into an empty house especially on a Saturday night.

“Marilou is that you?” Harriet said, her voice full of concern.

“What’s up, I’m in the middle of a date.”

“Just checking to see if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine really, you don’t have to worry.”

“Where are you?”

“Outside of Toronto.”

“What!”

“Harriet, I’m a big girl.”

She glanced over at him. He bought a drink and was sipping it rather quickly. He was watching her so she waved to him.

“What does he look like?”

“I don’t know, he’s wearing a dark wig and glasses.”

“Marilou, that is not a good sign.”

Harriet could hear a deep voice asking her friend something.”

“Gotta go Harriet, see you Monday night.”

There was a click and the line went dead.

IrisWynne photoBIO

Iris Wynne is a book lover, a day dreamer and a hopeless romantic. She is a writer of cozy mysteries with an element of romance. She is a mother of two girls and in her spare time she dog walks, plays golf in the summer and of course grabs a game of Mah Jongg whenever she can. ‘The Missing Mah Jongg Player’ is her book debut.

My blog http://www.iriswynne.com/

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Author Samanthya Wyatt …How she met her husband

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Samanthya WyattMy morning usually starts with a cup of Java. If I’m lucky, hubby gets up first and brings me a cup of coffee in bed. Mmmm. What a way to greet the day!

How did I train hubby to be so good to me? Well, let me start from our rocky beginning.

When I was a teenager, my friend and I wanted to go to a dance. Neither one of us drove, so we resigned ourselves just to walk around the neighborhood. As luck would have it, a car drove by with two guys and she knew the driver. Woot. So she talked to him and, of course, I talked to his friend. I’m thinking He’s cute.

She asked, we’ll call him Dale, for a ride to the dance. His friend, we’ll call him Pete, hopped out of the car and into the back seat with me. So we’re talking and I’m thinking this is going good. We end up at the dance and the guys dropped us off and drove away. I was surprised, cause I thought the guys were going inside, but they didn’t.

So my friend and I go in, we have fun, and a couple guys walk us out. Woops!

Let me say, my friend was in charge of this operation and I was along for the ride. I should have paid more attention to the plan. Dale and Pete were in the parking lot to pick us up. Goody. I climb in the car, but Pete rides up front. I’m thinking This is not a good sign.

And I’m wondering what my friend told Dale before he dropped us off.

Anyway, the guys were pissed and Dale’s driving showed as much. They took us home, dropped us off, and left. Deep sigh.

Life went on.

I go to school and find Pete is a new student at my school. Holy Shit.

Somehow we started talking and ended up dating. Guess we were meant to be together.

Oh, that’s a song. Actually “Someday We’ll Be Together” by The Supremes was our song. Teenagers did that back then. Couples had a song that belonged to them.

We kept telling each other, someday we’d be together, and here we are 40 years later. Yep. Not a typo. And with the same man.

I really need to tell you something else. After a few months, we found out we had another rocky beginning. The more we talked, we found we’d sorta met before.

During junior high school, seems fate threw us together then too. I remembered him riding the same bus. He said, “You carried this little case thing.” Yep, I played in the school band. I was so shy. Good Lord, if a guy looked at me I didn’t know what to do. He thought I was stuck up.

One day Pete got on the bus and dropped into the seat right beside me. Oh my gosh. I started to breath heavy. I couldn’t believe it. He turned his back to me to speak to someone behind us. We each had our own version of what happened.

MY VERSION:  He turned his back to me. So he ignored me. How rude. And here I thought he liked me. I got so mad, I slammed my books between us on the seat.

HIS VERSION:  He turned in the seat to his friend. “I told you I was going to talk to her and here is my chance.” He turned back around and was surprised when she slammed her books down. He got the hint. She wasn’t interested. So he got up and moved.

It’s a wonder we ever got together. Musta been LOVE.

I love a good romance. With so many ideas running through my head, I decided to pursue my dream of writing. I enjoy penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes. My characters in all of my books are fictitious. However, I have taken real life experiences to achieve the emotion for their situations.

Samanthya lives with her husband in the Shenandoah Valley. She left her accounting career and married a military man traveling and making her home in the United States and abroad. Once she found historical romance novels, she couldn’t put a book down. She fell in love with the characters and needed to know their happy ending.

One day she put words to paper creating a story of her own. The more she wrote, the more she became involved with the characters, and they seemed to take a life of their own. She relishes the challenge of penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes. She enjoys creating new characters and bringing them together in a romantic tale. It took years of writing, joining RWA, joining chapters, entering contests, submissions& rejections which created the author she is today. By keeping her spirit and turning criticism into drive she has achieved her career as a published romance author.

To find Samanthya, please visit her website here: http://www.samanthyawyatt.com

You can also find Samanthya Wyatt on facebook, goodreads and amazon.

 

 

 

 

Sophia Kimble Guest Blog

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Demon 1Jessica asked me to share a personal story with you guys today, so I’ve decided to give you insight into the genesis of my novel, Protect Her. It’s a strange story, but when I was 18, I had an episode of sleep paralysis.

What happens during sleep paralysis is you wake while still being in REM sleep (the cycle of sleep when we dream). It’s thought that while in this part of sleep, our body is in a state of partial paralysis. Our bodies way of keeping us from acting out our dreams.

Whatever the reason, it’s terrifying. Your brain wakes up, while your body is still asleep. You can’t move or speak. Frequently, the episode is combined with hallucinations and shortness of breath.

Well, when this happened to me, I saw a demon hovering over me.

I’ve since learned that this is a common occurrence during sleep paralysis.Demon 2

Back before the internet was readily available to look up what malady you’ve suffered from, I had no idea what sleep paralysis was, let alone how common it is. For years, this demon has been in my head in Technicolor, so of course, when I decided to write my paranormal romance, Protect Her, I used this creature in my story. Perhaps all the myths of demons that pin people down while sleeping are just an episode of Sleep Paralysis…perhaps not.

I haven’t had another episode since, though I’ve seen my grandmother’s ghost at the edge of my bed. However, I wasn’t terrified and I wasn’t paralyzed. But that’s a whole other blog post, and possibly another book.

Protect HerProtect Her

The Druid’s Curse

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Sophia Kimble  

Print Length: 260 pages

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Book Description:

Golden Alexander is trapped in a nightmare.

Trying to flee her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins.

Kris Pietka is done with women…he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal.

A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse.

But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out.

Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion?

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Excerpt:

The side door to the house opened behind her.

“Matka? Dzien dobry? Ma? Hello?”

The deep male voice filled the kitchen. Filled her. Her muscles tightened, her arms vibrated like she’d been doing yard work for the last hour and had just turned off the weed whacker.

Mary raised an eyebrow in her direction before looking past her to the door. “Kris, proszę meet Golden. Come, come.”

Heavy boots sounded on the wooden steps. The loud thumping stopped as if in mid-step and an invisible electric current slammed into her back. Heat spread through her and settled in her belly.

“Matka, what’s going on here?”

“Golden is your Babci’s new caregiver.” Mary enunciated as if she were speaking to a five-year-old. “I told you last week she answered the ad and was coming today. She’ll be starting on Monday.”

Mary glared at Kris and then turned to Golden with an apologetic smile on her face. Kris moved around the table and stood next to his mother.

Her mouth fell open.

He narrowed his piercing blue eyes at her, and a lock of sandy brown hair fell from behind his ear.

Holy shit.

He looked exactly like the man she’d been dreaming of for years.

The once cozy kitchen felt tiny. Airless. Too hot. Using the table as a lever, Golden forced herself to stand and shot a glance in Mary’s direction, worried she was hallucinating her dream man and looked delusional. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d acted crazy. Okay, Mary didn’t act like her new employee was tripping her ass off. Good to know.

Words in a language she didn’t understand flew out of his mouth, his unfriendly gaze fixed on her. Wow, angry much? He was obviously talking about her in a not so nice way, which pissed her off. Combined with her confusion, she was a hot mess. And all the while her emotions were ping ponging, her body pulsed, begging for this jerkoff to touch her.

His brows furrowed, and he ranted as though she weren’t in the room. Rude. New plan. She’d figure out how she’d dreamt of him later. First, she wanted to know what he had against her and why she reacted to the jerk like he’d brought her a dozen roses while hanging out the sunroof of a limo.

Mary cut him off with a single word. “Dosyć!” She closed her eyes and whispered, “Enough.”

Kris sucked in a breath, and without another word, pivoted on his heel and walked deeper into the house.

What was wrong with him? Ever hear of anger management classes? And what was wrong with her Benedict Arnold body? Pick an emotion and stick to it. Anger, that’s what was called for here. Not, gee you’re hot, I’ve been dreaming of you for years. Want to hook up?

Figures, the one guy that finally made her wake up and say hell yes was a total turd.

About the Author:Sophie Kimble

Sophia Kimble has always wanted to be an author, but for years, life got in the way. She wouldn’t change a thing about how her life turned out, though. Her family keeps her laughing and loving. Her wonderful husband and two extraordinary children stand beside her every step of the way and make this journey called life worth living.

Sophia has worked as a nurse for twenty years, but has put that career path aside to devote her time and imagination to writing down the stories that keep her up nights.

She takes her love of the paranormal, history, and genealogy, and weaves them into tales of family, fated love, and supernatural occurrences.

Connect with Sophia at the following sites:

Website: http://sophiakimble.com

 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sophiakimbleauthor

Twitter: @SophiaKimble https://twitter.com/SophiaKimble