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Monday, July 29, 2019

Welcoming Rie Sheridan Rose, Author of Mutiny on the Moonbeam

Welcome to Rie Sheridan Rose. Her new release Mutiny on the Moonbeam is now out with Mocha Memoirs Press.

Branwyn St. Clair is running from her wicked stepfather when she stows aboard the first ship she encounters. Little does she know it is the infamous elven pirate ship, the Moonbeam. When cabin boy Johnny Pate finds her in the hold, they form an uneasy alliance.

Life aboard the Moonbeam is not what she expects. The ship soars through the clouds, borne aloft by spiderwebs and pixie dust, in search of plunder. But the biggest theft of all has already occurred….


“Let me go!” Branwyn twisted with all her strength against the man’s hold, the bones of her wrist grating against each other as she fought. The resulting pain brought tears to her eyes, but she blinked them back.

“You are my ward, and you will do as I say.” The words were hissed between gritted teeth. Eyes narrowed to slits glared down at her in the dim light of the fire in the grate. The room smelled of wood-smoke and damp wool.

Praetor Goldsmith had come home early because of the rain—two minutes more, and she would have been free.

“You don’t want me here. You complain daily about how I’m a drain upon your pocketbook. Then let me go!” She jerked away, backing toward the door of the study. “I won’t say anything.”

“Say anything about what, you little fool? Do you think anyone in this town would believe your lies over my word? I am a well-respected merchant, and you’re the daughter of a whore!”

The words stopped her in her tracks. “Take that back,” she whispered.

A wolfish grin bloomed on his face. “Didn’t you know? She spread her legs for anyone who asked.”

“You’re a liar.”

“Doesn’t match the image you have of your sainted mother, does it?” Now that he had reasserted his dominance, he turned his back to her, pouring himself a glass of wine.

Rage choked her. She felt herself shaking. She couldn’t believe the words were true, and yet…

She wheeled, reaching for the door handle. She wanted to put as much distance between them as possible. Escape lay in her grasp—

—Until a grip of iron encircled her forearm. “Not so fast, my girl. I’m not through with you yet. I will have you to wife!”

Fear churned within the rage, and she grabbed the heavy wine-jug from his desk. Swinging it with all her strength, she slammed it into the side of his head.

He grunted and fell, hand relaxing as he dropped.

Welcome Rie, and congratulations! Tell us a little about yourself and your writing.

I’ve wanted to be a writer ever since I first learned to read when I was five. Words transport us to other worlds, and I wanted to take people there. I started writing my first book somewhere between nine and twelve—the details are hazy after all this time. Eventually, with a lot of help from a lot of people, that book was published in 2000 as The Blood that Binds. But are we ever satisfied? When the original publisher folded, I rewrote it completely and it was re-issued as The Luckless Prince. It’s currently out-of-print, but about to be re-released from a third publishing house. It’s been a wild ride, and I think I have learned so much in the past two decades. I can’t wait to see what the next two hold.

Do you write full time? 

I am supposedly a full-time author; but I also edit for two separate presses; am chauffeur for my husband (who can’t park at work right now); chief-cook-and-bottle-washer at home; you get the idea. This year, I’ve been taking it easy on the writing to focus on the editing and getting ready for WorldCon in Dublin, which will be my first trip abroad. Since I have set several stories in Ireland, I think it is only right that I actually visit.

So jealous. I'd love to be going to Dublin this year. What are your writing inspirations?

I get inspirations all over the place. Fairy tales are some of my favorite places to get ideas—I’ve rewritten several of them so far. It is a great way to explore other cultures.

I have been known to write a piece based on a tidbit of trivia. I once wrote a song about Queen Elizabeth I banning the bards of Ireland, which my friend Marc Gunn has recorded several times now. I wrote a horror story based on a calendar page which told of the legend that the hand of a dead man could bring on the cream. I’ve had stories start from a dream.

The Blood that Binds was originally a story about two brothers and an encounter with shoemaker-type elves. Then I read The Lord of the Rings, and my elves got taller. I am a “pantser,” by nature. It grew day by day over the month in my favorite way of writing.

How did you come to write this story?

It  was originally a NaNoWriMo story. I wanted to write a book about a flying elven pirate ship.  Branwyn was born to be the stranger to the world of the elves so that I could explain things in that society through the eyes of an outsider. Somewhere along the way, she took on a life of her own, refusing to play by conventional rules and becoming a feisty wench worthy of the trust of the captain. There is a lot going on in the book that is taken for granted before she stirs things up—the servitude of the fay; the entrapment of Queen Mab; Johnny Pate’s position on the crew. I hope that Branwyn opens Aidrian’s eyes a bit. I don’t explain everything about the elves. I like to leave some things for the reader to imagine.

Is this book part of a series?

Not currently, but my editor thinks that it should be, So far, I’ve only managed to write more than one book in my Steampunk universe, but I would love to explore this world further.

So, what project will you be working on next?

My next project is Book Six of The Conn-Mann Chronicles. I have been taking a bit of a break, but I’ve finally gotten a few words on “paper” this month, so hopefully that will move ahead once I get back from the inspirational trip to Ireland.

One surprising or interesting fact about yourself.

I took two years of Mandarin and one of Classical Chinese in college, as well as French and Spanish earlier in life. (Not that I remember much of it.) I am currently trying to work in a bit of Irish lessons in my spare time…Facebook: (though rarely updated) Websites: (even more rarely updated) Twitter: Amazon:

Is there anything else about yourself you'd like to tell us about yourself or your writing?

I think of myself first and foremost as a poet. Everything else is gravy.

Author Bio

When Rie was a little girl, and people asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, the list always ended with “...and a writer.” She’s made that dream come true—at least enough for her own sense of accomplishment. Would she like to have an American Best Seller some day? Well, probably, but there’s still time...

Rie Sheridan Rose multitasks. Her short stories appear in numerous anthologies, including On Fire, Hides the Dark Tower, and Killing It Softly Vol. 1 and 2. Her photographs have appeared on several independent book covers, and in Ghostlight: Magazine of Terror, The Passed Note, and Thoughtful Dog. Her poetry has appeared in Dreams and Nightmares, Illumen, and Penumbra, as well as several anthologies. She has authored twelve novels, six poetry chapbooks, and lyrics for dozens of songs. Her favorites are the five books of the Steampunk series The Conn-Mann Chronicles, as Josephine Mann is as close as she gets to a daughter of her own. (But don’t tell the rest of her characters that.)

Currently, she is Editor-in-Chief at Mocha Memoirs Press and for the Thirteen O’Clock imprint of Horrified Press.

Rie lives in Austin, Texas with her husband Newell and five spoiled fur-babies all vying to be the next one put in a book. For fun, she plays video games and is obsessed with Pokemon GO.





Twitter        @RieSheridanRose


Thursday, July 4, 2019

Welcoming Nancy Lee Badger-And Heaven Sent Highlander

Today I'm Hosting Fellow Soulmate Press Author Nancy Lee Badger.  

Heaven-sent Highlander was released by Soul Mate Publishing and is a paranormal fantasy romance. It is the second book in the Warriors in Bronze series and is a mix of characters ripped from their past lives to end up battling demons in present-day North Carolina. And the first book in the series free right now to help you get started.

At an American museum, surrounded by Auguste Rodin’s bronze statues, a Scottish Fae beauty is at a crossroads. Now that Gwendolyn’s friends are engaged, and the demon they fought vanquished, should she return home? After committing a terrible act, she could not explain to her cousin why she had appeared on his doorstep. 

Alexander awoke in darkness inside a bronze statue, remembering how the green of Scotland’s Culloden field had turned red with blood that day in 1746. Had he died before awakening nude and sightless in front of strangers in present-day Raleigh, North Carolina? The mystery of how was overshadowed by why. Told that another warrior awoke when a demon threatened to take over the world, had a second demon escaped Hell? When the demon appears and demands Gwen join him, Alex must use all his new skills, weapons, and Heaven-sent powers to keep her and the world safe. 

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Another day passed with Henrí sharing his knowledge about the abilities Rodin had instilled in him which included conjuring, blinking, and healing.
“Do I have all these powers? I never met Auguste Rodin.”
“No one spoke odd words to you before you found yourself inside the statue?” Henrí asked.
“Wait. On the battlefield at Culloden. As I lay mortally wounded, someone held me. They comforted me with soft words I could not understand. They forced a vile potion down my throat. Next thing I remember was waking inside my tomb.”
Henrí’s smile made Alex relax. “Alex, that must have been the holy one sent to transport you somewhere, until Heaven needed your help.”
“What?” Although surprised, he knew Henrí spoke true. Who would have such power except someone from Heaven?
“One of our Heavenly masters chose us to be guardians of the gates.”
“I am a warrior, not a gatekeeper.”

Welcome, Nancy Lee. How did you come to write this story?

One summer, my sisters went on and on about the new building that opened at the NC Museum of Art and how it was filled with bronze statues by the French sculptor, Auguste Rodin. As an Art Major in college, I was very familiar with his work such as The Thinker. Another favorite was The Three Shades. I immediately thought what if three characters were inside that statue, only to awaken when needed to save our world? A plot was formed. 
Heaven-sent Warrior was the 1st book and Heaven-sent Highlander is the 2nd. I am currently finishing up the 3rd and final book in the series.

Your bio is intriguing. What is the most surprising or interesting fact about yourself?

I am a mature female (not old!) who decided to retire move from snowy New England to North Carolina, but I return each fall with family to celebrate our Scottish heritage by volunteering at the New Hampshire Highland Games.

Wow, that sounds like a lot of fun. Something I'd like to go to myself! Thanks for stopping here on your release tour--and good luck!

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More About the Author

Nancy Lee Badger grew up in Huntington on New York’s Long Island, where school field trips to lofty museums were the norm. After attending Plymouth State, in New Hampshire, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Art Education and met and married her college sweetheart. They raised two handsome sons in Rumney, New Hampshire, where Nancy volunteered as an EMT and firefighter while working full-time. When the children had left the nest, and shoveling show became a chore, she retired from her satisfying job as a 9-1-1 Emergency Medical Dispatcher and moved with her husband to North Carolina, where she writes full-time.

Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. She loves to travel and attend Scottish Highland Games and is never far from her laptop. She finds story ideas in the most unusual places.

Monday, June 3, 2019

Enter The Night Owl Romance Summer Fun Giveaway!

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Hello My Awesome Readers,

The Night Owl Romance Summer Fun reader event is here! 

Ready to Win? I’ve teamed up with Night Owl Romance and other authors to bring you the chance to win a Waterproof Kindle Paperwhite (USA ONLY) & Amazon Cards (Open to the World).

During this event I'm going to help you find some great new books. Make sure to check out the Unfinished  Business Paranormal Romance Series (Breakwater Beach, The Widow's Walk and  Storm Watch ) along the way.

I wish you much luck in winning.


Sunday, March 3, 2019

Love Is In The Air Booklover Contest



Hello My Awesome Readers and Friends! 

The Night Owl Romance Love Is In The Air reader event is here!

Ready to Win? I’ve teamed up with Night Owl Romance and other authors to bring you the chance to win a Kindle, Amazon cards and eBooks.

During this event I'm going to help you find some great new books. Make sure to check out my novel  Breakwater Beach along the way.

The grand prize is a Kindle Fire and eBook Bundle.

Enter the giveaway at:

I wish you much luck in winning.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Author April Grey On The Krampusnacht Blog Hop

Welcoming April Grey!

“Todd Nathaniel’s Last Case,” a part of the Hell’s Heart anthology, was published earlier this year. It was originally published in Ephemera by Elektrik Milk Bath Press in 2011.

I wrote “Todd Nathaniel’s Last Case” many years ago because I am keenly aware that characters do come to life in an author’s mind. One time I was shocked to be sitting on the subway with the embodiment of Pascal Guzman from Chasing The Trickster. It wouldn’t surprise me if some authors when under great stress (or just random upset) don’t give in to the impulse to call upon one of their characters much as they would ask for a patron saint’s

April Grey's short stories are collected in The Fairy Cake Bakeshop and in I'll Love You Forever. She is also the author of two urban fantasy novels: Chasing the Trickster and its sequel, St. Nick's Favor.
She edited the anthologies: Hell's Bells: Wicked Tunes, Mad Musicians and Cursed Instruments; Hell's Garden: Mad, Bad and Ghostly Gardeners, Hell's Grannies: Kickass Tales of the Crone; Hell's Kitties and Other Beastly Beasts and most recently Hell’s Heart: Twisted Tales of Love Run Amok.

She and her family live in Hell's Kitchen, NYC in a building next to a bedeviled garden. Gremlins, sprites or pixies, something mischievous, lurks therein. Someday she'll find out. Please visit www.aprilgrey.blogspot for her latest news.

Don't stop now! Hop on over to the other participant's blogs.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Winter Wonderland Giveaway November 15-December 13

It's only November, but it certainly came in with a bang here in NYC. We were taken by surprise with a snowy nor'easter that stranded many of us on roads, and kids in school buses. Sure was pretty though.
But now it's time for a Winter Wonderland Celebration and Giveaway.
Free, and easy to register to win great prizes!

Ready to Win?
I’ve teamed up with Night Owl Romance and other authors to bring you the chance to win a Kindle, Amazon cards, cards, cards and eBooks.
During this event I'm going to help you find some great new books. Make sure to check my novel Storm Watch along the way.
The grand prize is a Kindle Fire HD 8 w/Alexa.
Enter the giveaway at:
Good luck!

Friday, July 20, 2018

Welcoming Andrew Richardson and The Faerie Handmaiden of Annwyn

I've been involved with this wonderful tale since the first draft and am delighted to see that it's been published. It blends Andrew Richardson's mastery of Celtic legend and lore and romantic suspense, with a touch of magic (of course). It's right up there with his The Footholder's Tale as one of my favorites.

The blurb says it best:

Andrew Richardson, author of The King’s Footholder and The Door into War, brings to life the classic legends of the Tylwyth Teg and King Maelgyn, weaving the mystical beliefs of the period with the timeless myths.

Andrew, how about some background?

'The Faerie Handmaiden of Annwyn', or as I affectionally call it, 'Penni's Story' after the main character, is a retelling of a classic Welsh story about a man called Pelling who marries a fairy called Penelope, and the trials their love goes through.  Like a lot of Welsh legends it is subtle and gentle, in contrast to the more violent and heroic English or Viking stories.

You know I appreciate subtle and gentle, LOL.

I have a long, long fascination with King Maelgwn, who ruled north Wales in the first half of the sixth century, and who had a fearsome reputation as a tyrant.  There are lots of legends about this colourful character, and it's been a brilliant opportunity to combine the two elements without, I hope, conflicting either.

Have you visited the sites where this story is set? 

During one of many family holidays to north Wales a few years ago, we visited the meadow in the Nant y Betws valley where the legend had Penni and her fellow-fairies dancing.  The meadow, sadly for romantics like myself, is now a sewage works and caravan park, but beyond them the valley is as pretty as any in north Wales, and the day renewed my interest in the story. 

The original doesn't have enough flesh for a full novel, but I hoped including a Maelgwn element would not only lengthen it but add interest instead of padding.  The ‘Faerie Wife’ story is also undated – as far as I know – and is easily placeable in Maelgwn’s time.  In fact, the story fits comfortably in the mid-sixth century, with its mix of Christianity and Paganism and the superstitious beliefs of the period.  One of the great figures of north Wales at the time was Saint Padarn ‘Redcloak’ who was an enemy of Maelgwn, and who (according to legend) bested the pagan king with God’s help.  I couldn’t resist giving this conflict a major role, and adding Penni and Pelling to the mix.

In all, this was a fun novel to write, with its mix of history, legend and colourful characters.  Indeed, by the end it was more or less writing itself!


Banished for breaking the law, Penni is forced to take refuge with Pelling, a mortal, and his family.  Penni and Pelling find love and marry, despite his brother’s hatred of the fairy folk. Subjected to prejudice and cruelty, they are trapped in the bitter struggle between Christianity and the Old Ways of paganism.
Can their love surmount the differences in cultures and religion? Can their marriage survive their separation?

Hounds called, hooves beat the earth, riders screamed war cries, the sounds pulsed through the night to reach Penni’s ears as the Wild Hunt approached Annwyn, the Otherworld. Torches flickered, beacons in the dark sky, and tinted the meadows yellow and orange.
“They sound like a kingdom’s war band.” The handmaiden chewed a lip as she watched and listened. “I’d love to ride with the Wild Hunt, Princess.”
Princess Creiddylad’s white brows rose above sparkling blue eyes. “You’re only a handmaiden. You’ve never even been on a horse.”
Down the grassy slope, the moon cast a white and inviting veil over the Nant y Betws valley. Penni shivered as the chill bit her skin to tingle her flesh. “Just think, riding a horse at speed down the valley in the dark, between the mountains, on the hunt for wrongdoing mortals, and scaring everyone we pass.” She brushed a stray blonde strand aside as she watched.
“Mortals even say the Hunt brings with it war or plague when all it does is enslave wrongdoers to make their realm a better place.” The princess tilted her head. “Mortals must be truly stupid to fear us.”
Penni almost felt the riders’ adrenaline as she ached to take one pace forward into the forbidden mortal realm. For perhaps the thousandth time, she imagined the cold enveloping her, looking up at the stars, or feeling grass tickle her soles. “For my twenty summers, I’ve always ached to go into the mortal realm. Just once, to see what it’s like. Please.”
Creiddylad leaned back against a slate slab the ancients used to prop the lintel. She twizzled a strand of albino-white hair and shook her head.
“I want to see stars above me instead of Annwyn’s cavern,” Penni said. “I want to feel the wind chill me. The air in Annwyn’s cavern is always still and warm.”
“No. My brother forbids it. Mortals are big and strong. They might capture you.”
“But the mortal realm is beautiful, and I can’t see any mortals.”
Creiddylad shook her head again.
The moon and the firebrands lit the Wild Hunt turning from the road to follow the river’s shallows around an outcrop. The horses’ galloping more than a sound carried in the frosty air as the very earth shook beneath their hooves. “One rider,” Penni said, starting the friends’ nightly ritual.
“Two,” the princess said.
“Five,” Penni said, trying not to lose count.
Creiddylad pointed. “That was Edern.” The hand she put to her mouth barely hid a giggle.
Despite the chill, Penni’s cheeks warmed.
“You’ve stopped counting,” Creiddylad said.
“Your brother works his way through your handmaidens.” Penni’s fists balled. “I will not be just another conquest.”
Creiddylad frowned. “We’ve lost count now, thanks to you and Edern.”
“They’re all back,” Penni said. “They wouldn’t be whooping and cheering if anyone were lost.”
“I suppose not.” The princess’s cheeks puffed with relief. “Come. I must welcome the riders back.”
Penni gave the mortal realm a last, lingering glance before lifting her hem above the ground with thumb and forefinger and retreating into Annwyn a few respectful paces behind the princess. As they stepped through the narrow passage of coarse, uneven bricks built many generations ago when Tylwyth Teg retreated from the mortal realm, she ducked to the left to avoid the rock jutting from the roof, remembering when she lost concentration four or five summers ago. She paused to pat the stone. Her fingertips went to where the bruise had risen. “Not this time,” she told the rock.
Annwyn’s torches flickered a welcome while the Tylwyth Teg’s cheers lightened the atmosphere in the massive cavern. Slaves carried jugs of mead on trays made from tree slices, women ran to returning warriors, and children petted the dogs or offered horses handsful of food.
Dormath bounded towards Penni with his tongue hanging. She knelt to welcome the wolfhound, ruffling his deep red fur, and giggling when his tongue slapped her cheek.
Hugging Dormath’s neck, she regarded the Wild Hunt; armed men sweated in the open area beyond Annwyn’s huts, horses snorted and steamed, dogs barked and leapt up at their masters.
King Gwyn pushed his reins into a slave’s hands and eased his muscular frame from his chestnut steed while the youth struggled to bow and control the horse at the same time. Gwyn ignored the boy to exchange backslaps and a deep laugh with a warrior. He grabbed a jug and drained it in a single gulp.
Someone played a reed flute. Another musician beat a pigskin drum. The bard nestled a harp into the crook of his arm and played. His honey-sweet voice started the ballad, and before the first line ended, the song arose among the Tylwyth Teg.
Penni joined in the song to King Gwyn and his Great Hunt, telling of their bravery in entering the mortal realm. She released Dormath and found herself clapping to the beat, with her feet tapping the ground and the words rising in her throat.
“Wild Hunt, led by the king,
Travels with the speed of a raven’s wing
Through Gwynedd’s valleys both dark and light
Seeking souls thru’out the night.”

Andrew Richardson lives in Wiltshire, England, with his wife, a rescue cat, and a son who occasionally pops home from university. He is within easy reach of Stonehenge and other historical places whose regal solitude provides a clear mind for working out plot difficulties and story ideas. Most of his work falls squarely into the 'horror' or ‘historical fantasy’ genres. 
Andrew has never taken to laptops so adopts the old and quaint approach of typing with a desktop, which at least has a screen big enough to avoid the need to squint.

He has a background in archaeology and has worked on sites in England, Scotland and Wales. It's not really a surprise that much of his work reflects this interest and experience. When he's not writing or working Andrew follows Aldershot Town Football Club and takes long walks over rugged countryside.

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