21 November 2015


AUTHOR –  Jean C. Joachim
GENRE – Contemporary/Sports Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – Nov. 16, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 66,900 words
PUBLISHER – Moonlight Books
COVER ARTIST – Dawne Dominique
Sly “Bullhorn” Brodsky wished winning the heart of Samantha Drake was as easy as protecting his quarterback. A top offensive lineman in the NFL, Bull tried to live down his rep as a womanizer. Locker room chatter had elevated him to the level of “player” in more than football. But Samantha Drake, dark-haired, stunning sister of a teammate, didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Or did she?
On his best behavior, Bull pulled out all the stops to woo the reluctant beauty. He was making progress until a woman from his past reappeared. Tiffany, the one woman who broke his heart, is in trouble. Is Bull the only man who can help?
Samantha is overcoming her doubts about Bull until Tiffany arrives. Is the blonde really in hot water or does she just want another chance with the man she discarded?
Enjoy the return of your favorite First & Ten characters in this book, too. Surprises, twists, and football action scenes will keep you turning the pages. 

“I’m grubby. I need a shower,” she said, pushing to her feet to glance in the mirror.

The next image to take over his mind was stepping into a steamy shower behind Samantha. He blinked a few times and took a deep breath, hoping his thoughts wouldn’t inspire an erection.

“You okay? Were the boxes too much?” Her dark, chocolate brown eyes held concern.

He laughed. “You kiddin’? That’s nothin’. I take down guys ten times that weight in every game. Geez. What do you think? I’m a pussy or something?”

She made a face.

“Sorry. I need to clean up my words.” He sensed color in his face. He’d never had a girlfriend like Samantha Drake. She was smart, beautiful, and nice. She did volunteer work at the New Life Shelter for battered women and kids. But she wasn’t his girlfriend, only a friend. With no benefits. He sighed.

“My brother, Devon, talks like that too. You’d think football players never went to college.” She handed him a cold bottle of water.

He downed the liquid. “What’s next?”

She turned around in the room and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “Bed, books, clothes, rocking chair. Hmm. How many boxes are still in the car?”


“Then that’s it. The place looks pretty empty.” She perched on the mattress, tucking her feet under her.

“You’ll have it furnished before you know it. Come on. I’m gonna bring those boxes up then take you out to dinner.”

“Thanks. Be right back.” Her thousand-watt smile turned his innards to jelly.

He sat in the rocking chair while Samantha washed the dirt off her luscious body. Or what he assumed was luscious. Sylvester “Bullhorn” Brodsky, known to his teammates as “Bull,” had the hots for Samantha Drake, and it was keeping him up nights. While he waited for her to want him back, his imagination ran through a half dozen things he’d like to do to her under the warming spray of hot water. She was a little slip of a thing, and he was huge. Six foot three inches tall and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle, the offensive lineman could lift her up with one hand.

1. Denial of their physical attraction crumbled in the dead of the night, when truth can’t be easily sidestepped. She’d noticed him the first time he’d passed in the hallway. Then the second time, when on a search for her brother, she’d spied Sly draped in nothing but a towel in the locker room. Embarrassment had filled her cheeks as she’d scurried outside to wait for Devon. The lineman had simply laughed, showing no modesty at all.

            Sly Brodsky. Bull. Did she want him? Sam smiled to herself. Of course, she did. But she wasn’t about to tell anyone, especially him. She could barely admit it to herself. He appeared content to wait, which was fine with her. She enjoyed being in control. Still, to be honest, she wouldn’t make him wait forever. Only as long as she could stand to back away, even when she longed to lose herself in his arms and let him take her home.
2. Bull shifted his weight. Blood rushed to his face, and his palms
sweated. “This friend thing is great. But I’m interested in more than that. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Maybe. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She tilted her head back to make eye contact.
“Nope. I haven’t dated anyone more than a couple of times in a long time.”

“Huh? I’m surprised. Thought football players had women crawling all over them.”

“Not the kind of women I want. I’m looking for a real woman, not a hook-up.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And what’s a ‘real woman’ like?”

“One-of-a-kind, like you.” 




18 November 2015

Author Spotlight on M. S. Spencer

Triptych, by M. S. Spencer
Three women, three men, three spirits guarding a dangerous river. Legend, history and romance intertwine in a triptych of suspense.
Ebook 67,300 words; Print 213 pp.

Romantic suspense/Adventure
M/F, 2 flames
Miranda, Honor, and Sybil Cabot live in a Queen-Anne style mansion overlooking the Potomac River. The mighty Potomac, the fourth largest river on the east coast, runs 383 miles from Fairfax Stone, WV to Point Lookout, MD where it flows into the Chesapeake Bay, the “Mother of Waters.”

When she has time, Miranda, the heroine, likes to take the gravel path down the hill to the river. The stone on which she sits and dreams of past love and future love, looms large in this story, but in this excerpt, it is the path itself that serves as a love nest.

Take lost masterpieces, brilliant inventors, and stolen prototypes. Add the Three Sisters, Indian spirits who guard the Potomac River. Stir in three sisters and their lovers. Result? Jealousy, sex, genius, larceny and love. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend demands?

Triptych is available in both eBook and Print-on-Demand.
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Explicit sex in this Excerpt (R): Sex on Stones
They sat down on the narrow gravel path, hip to hip. His arm snaked around her shoulder. She let him. Together they gazed out over the water toward the cliffs that rose opposite them on the District side. Several modest bungalows perched on top. She had once explored the tiny cul-de-sac there, where half a dozen families had lived for generations. The cheerful little village of parents and grandparents and toddlers and dogs and cats stood in marked contrast to this side of the river where only two houses—Dieter’s and the Cabots’—sat on almost ten acres of woods. She woke from her daydream to feel Luc nibbling her neck.

She turned her head and found his lips in the way. The kiss started softly, then hardened and turned hungry. Luc whispered, “Miranda, I want you. Now.” His hands wandered over her shoulders and down to her breasts, breasts that still heaved from her run and her fright. He cupped one, leaned down, unbuttoned her blouse with his teeth and kissed the soft bulge just above the bra. She rose to meet him, pressing the nipple between his lips. He held on, suckling, as he gently laid her down. She ignored the sharp prick of a stone, took her other breast out of its nest and held it for him. He shot a quick look at her from under the black brows and took her offering in his mouth.

She lay, reveling in the tingling, pulling sensation. Sparks trailed down from her nipples to her belly and her vulva. She could feel it begin to pulse, opening and closing in anticipation. Luc lay full on top of her, grinding her suffering buttocks into the gravel. She didn’t mind. His hand took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it to her waist. His head darted out of sight and she felt his lips pull her lace panties down. Dreamily she thanked her personal cupid for making her choose the sheer black lace bikini tied with a sensual red ribbon today. Luc mumbled something. “What did you say?”

“Do you always wear such sexy underthings? I won’t be able to think of anything but this bit of black lace whenever I see you.”

She giggled. Miranda! You’re too old to giggle. And you should stop him now before…unnnngh. Too late. She bucked against his tongue, and spread her legs wide and wantonly so he could reach the sweet spot. “Faster, harder, oh Luc!” The climax came swift and hot. She held her body off the ground, milking his tongue. “More, more,” came through gritted teeth. The sucking stopped. “Luc! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please.” She was begging but didn’t care. So close.

“No, dear Miranda. We come together.” His face appeared before her. His lips were wet and she could smell her juices on him. It sent her into paroxysms of desire. He deliberately held her shoulders down. She writhed in heat, then froze. His penis had rammed into her. She was so wet it slid all the way to the hilt. Slowly he pulled out. The walls of her vagina felt his hard rod scrape the sides, driving her to fresh heights of ecstasy. He entered her again, and slowly pulled out. Again and again. They fell into a rhythm, she rising to meet his shaft and falling away, only to wait in delirious anticipation of the next penetration. She felt her orgasm grow and opened her eyes.

“Luc, I’m coming.”
“At last, dearest.” His rhythm increased to fever pitch, in and out, urging, demanding that she meet him. Just as she arrived at the point of release, he checked in midair and let out a great sigh. A flood of warm liquid poured into her.

They lay side by side, staring up at the clouds. Miranda refused to feel guilty. It just happened. Let it go. She peeked at Luc’s face, the high cheekbones stretching the olive skin, his thick lashes nearly touching the thick brows. One black lock fell artlessly over his forehead. She felt a rush of something and hoped it wasn’t love. I don’t want to fall in love with someone I’ll soon be visiting in the slammer. There’s a name for women like that. “Luc? We mustn’t do this again.”

About the Author
Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, one fabulous grandchild, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

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9 November 2015

Please welcome author Melissa MacKinnon


Melissa grew up surrounded by dragons, fearsome creatures, and damsels in distress from the wonderful world of make believe. She soon found her ideas on paper, littering her desk with hand-drawn world maps and character biographies. Study hall was used not for homework, but for writing. Although she later pursued a career in theater, the written word never left her. Melissa now leads a very full life with her husband and five children, and somehow still finds time to write in her “spare time”… usually at soccer practice in the car. She sports a Military Wife badge of honor, and is lucky enough to have her own knight in camo armor.

Melissa enjoys writing everything from sexy, sword-toting heroes to spit-out-your coffee funny romantic comedies. Her passion lies within the ancient walls of historical romance, where anything is possible. She loves creating unforgettable stories, where love knows no boundaries. Her current literary home resides with EsKape Press.
The Archer's Daughter:-
England, 1381
Cate Archer is a wanted woman. When her father is killed during peace negotiations with the young King Richard, Cate vows she will not rest until she sees her father’s murder avenged and his killer brought to his knees. She never imagined she would fall in love with the man sent to execute her death warrant.

Viscount Owen Grey has only one task—bring in the rebel leaders, dead or alive. His life’s duty is to the King’s Guard, and he has certain expectations to fulfill. Falling for his prisoner isn’t one of them. He understands her cause, but he cannot bring himself to risk his position and honor for an outlaw. Owen must choose between duty and his heart. The Guard is all he’s ever known. Does he stay true to his oath or find himself on the next most wanted list alongside his Cate?
Guards approached. 

Honest to God genuine guards, brandishing swords and gleaming armor atop enormous beasts donning the royal colors. The King’s Guard. Cate’s heart fluttered. Her chance to make an impact to her father’s cause had finally arrived. She’d briefly counted four but was sure there had to be more. Guards never traveled in less than six to a scouting party. These men, these nobles, served the King directly. One of them could have been responsible for her father’s death, making them the perfect target. If she could take to the trees, she could kill at least four. 

But she was alone, a foolish mistake on her part. She should have allowed Colin to accompany her, but the enemy hadn’t stepped foot in her forest in nearly a week. She needed him to scout for those responsible, not check rodent traps. Sliding to her stomach, Cate slithered away from the tree and into the cover of the brush. She would find a vantage point further up the road and wait to strike. 

Stowing her bow and quiver across her back, Cate scaled a tree with a full canopy, fading into its lush colors. She brushed her brow with her sleeve, wiping away the gathered beads of sweat. Moments seemed to drag on. 

There was entirely too much waiting in the murdering profession. 

Soon, horse sweat and leather tingled inside her nostrils. The guards were near. Cate whipped the bow from her shoulder and plucked an arrow from its sheath, nestling it at its rightful place against the bowstring. A heated energy flowed from deep within her, coursing through her veins to the tips of her fingers, begging her to release the tension on the string. She did not deny it. 

The arrow shot through the air, missing its intended destination by a hairsbreadth. Damn. She’d missed. 

“Arrow!” A warning was called. 

Her presence had been made known. Cate took a swift head count of her remaining arrows. Five. Perfect for taking down a deer, but unfortunate against six armed guards. A brief chill of panic threatened to take root but she pushed it aside, willing herself to be strong. She owed it to her father. She must fight. 

From the sounds echoing below, Cate believed the guards to be readying to fight, but from the sound of their confusion, they could not apprise from where she shot. The thick forest canopy was a welcome friend. 

She surveyed the area to her left. Several thick branches from a nearby tree overlapped the one she hid in. If she could get a shot off — and manage to hit someone this time — she could change locations before the men would be able to fire from below. Cate said a quick prayer, asking for the guards to be ill-equipped with weaponry, or shite shots with a bow. 

“Courage, Cate.” She turned to face her opponents. 

“There! Above!” A guard pointed in her direction, raising his bow to take aim. 

Cate redirected her aim to the right, firing at the telling guard. Time for a new plan. 


An arrow hissed through the branches, and she lurched back, nearly unseated from her perch. Tree bark scraped her palms as she righted herself. 

“Do not harm the boy!” one guard shouted. “Hold!” 

“I am no boy!” Cate retaliated without first thinking. 

“A lass, then?” 

She silently chastised herself for her foolishness. “What else would I be, you dolt?” 

They thought her a child — a fantastic ruse with the potential of aiding in her escape. 

“Tell me then, girl, why have you attempted to end my life?” 

The men scattered to various points along the forest floor; some on foot, others on horseback. A plan was in formation, but Cate had yet to gain knowledge of it. She took a deep breath. Time to lie, Cate. Your life depends on it. 

She let out a laugh, descending from the tree. “End your life? You, sir, were merely in the way of my arrow. I would have brought down that buck if you had not scared it away with your loud traipsing through the trees. Now my family will be forced to go hungry for yet another day. So I thank you… you and your overly loud mates.” She jumped the remaining distance to the ground then dusted the tree litter from her ill-fitting boy’s hose. She rose to her full height, nearly measuring up to the man standing in front of her. 

He didn’t wear the King’s Guard uniform as the others in his party did, but donned loose riding breeches paired with well-constructed boots and a matching doublet with the finest detailing she’d ever seen. Deep greens and rich blues intermingled in various swirls and frills amongst the soft, blackened leather. Only the finest threads for the finest of men. He was the one she needed to kill. 

And she’d missed.

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Return To Me:-
*** A historical Romance with strong Fantasy elements.***

The only thing worse than loving the enemy is trying to live without him.
Archaean bounty hunter Marek Coinnich isn’t particularly fond of Engels. In fact, he prefers them dead. But to save his injured brother, he must enter the manor of an Engel enemy. Marek finds himself enthralled by the slave girl nursing his brother back to health. When his enchantment with her lands them in a compromising position, he refuses to let the young beauty pay for the misunderstanding with her life.

Brynn of Galhaven prefers to keep to the shadows. When she is ruined by an outsider, she barely escapes with her life and finds herself left alone in an unforgiving land. Through her struggles to survive, Brynn discovers a world she never imagined and never forgets the enemy Archaean who stole her heart.
Marek can’t deny his desire for Brynn, but these are wartimes, and she is the enemy. And though love knows no prejudice, the world in which he lives isn’t nearly as forgiving.

5 November 2015

Please welcome Lynn Spangler

Welcome to Lynn Spangler

About the Author: I live in South Central Pennsylvania with my husband and daughter. My son serves his country in the US Navy.

My parents instilled a love of reading into my brother and me at an early age. I’ve been known to have my nose buried in a novel. 

 When not writing, I’m watching television. Most likely sports or shows like American Pickers, Wheeler Dealers, Rizzoli and Isles, or Major Crimes.

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Dayna’s Miracles By  Lynn Spangler
She had loved. And she had lost.

Dayna Stone had lost her husband eight years earlier when their daughter, Khloe, was only four months old. She had survived the devastating loss of her husband, only to find out she’d likely lose her daughter as well to cancer.

Eddie Kringle is captivated by his beautiful neighbor and her equally beautiful daughter. Born a Magi, Eddie has issues coming to grips that Magi magic cannot cure the child, though his father, Kris, is more than capable. He and Dayna lean on each other as the days pass.

They grow closer and a bond is formed.
A tragedy befalls them on Thanksgiving. Can their love, and the intense love they feel for Khloe, be the miracle they are looking for?

     Grabbing his wallet and keys off the countertop, he exited his domicile and bounded down the stairs. By the time he reached the bottom, a sheen of sweat beaded his brow. His T--‐‑shirt clung to his back. Breathing underwater would probably be easier than sucking in the damp air.
     The choice of cargo shorts and his favorite flip--‐‑flops would make excellent attire for a visit to the North Pole. Not. Like he’d wear cold weather clothes on a day hot enough to melt asphalt.
     Eddie stepped into the side alley next to the apartment complex. He turned his head, which became insubstantial, light as air. His body followed, becoming a mist, blending with the moisture in the air, invisible to the naked eye.
     The trip to the pole took minutes. He coalesced, twisting and spinning as his body whorled into his human form seconds before he landed at his parents’ doorstep. The blood thundered through him, his heart pounding as it did when he transformed.

Snow covered his feet, slipping between his soles and his flip--‐‑flops. Not feeling fond of the sensation, he entered the home, closing the door with a solid thud. He slid the soggy footwear off and wiped his feet on the mat. A sigh passed his lips when he 
stepped onto the heated floor.
     “Wow. Two visits in one month. What did we do to deserve this?” said a sarcastic voice from behind Eddie.
     He turned and glared at Barry the elf. Eddie nearly had two solid feet on Barry so he crowded the elf and loomed over him. To his credit, Barry stood toe--‐‑to--‐‑toe with him, staring directly into his eyes, not giving an inch. To irritate the little person, he ruffled Barry’s curling black hair, much like he’d do to a four--‐‑year--‐‑old.
Barry slapped his hand away. “Knock it off.”
     “What are you gonna do? Kick me in the shin?” 
     Eddie yelped when Barry did just that. Unlike the stories one hears at Christmas, elves don’t wear slipper--‐‑like shoes that curl at the end. They wear steel--‐‑toed work boots.
     Eddie hopped on one leg while holding his sore shin. “You little jerk. I was joking.”
     Barry’s laughter reverberated around the foyer. He spun on his heel, murmuring, “I wasn’t.”
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27 October 2015

Spotlight Author Karen King's New Release Witch Angel

Please welcome author Karen King today as she shares details of her latest release, Witch Angel.

 Author F&Qs
How did you get started writing? 
I've always written. I had my first poem published when I was 11. I started my writing career with Jackie magazine, writing articles and photo stories. 

Are you a Plotter or a Pantser? 
It depends whether I'm writing to a commission or not. If I'm commissioned I have to plot as I have to send a synopsis and the first couple of chapters to my editor. If I'm not writing to a commission I work out the basic outline of my story then write 'by the seat of my pants.'

Are you most productive in the morning or evening? 

Morning. Often I get out of bed and start writing straight away. I'm full of ideas in the morning.

Author bio
Karen King has had over one hundred and twenty children’s books published by mainstream publishers such as Walker, Scholastic, Harper Collins and Macmillan. She’s written for many children's magazines too including Sindy, Barbie, Winnie the Pooh and Thomas the Tank Engine. She writes for all ages and in all genres; story books, picture books, plays, joke books, non-fiction and YA. 

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Witch Angel

Tag Line
Should Aluna betray her father to save the world?

Aluna’s father is the Master Wizard of the Katalan. On her thirteenth birthday she is initiated into the coven and swears allegiance to her clan. Then she has a vision about the mother she has never known and a gold sceptre with an eagle’s head handle. 

She discovers that the mysterious new girl, Raffie, who appeared out of nowhere is looking for the same sceptre. Aluna hopes the sceptre will lead her to her mother so swears an oath of friendship with Raffie, pledging to find it together only to discover that Raffie is Angleyt. They are sworn enemies.

Aluna’s father is looking for the sceptre too, as are the evil Bygnorim. Will Aluna really betray her father? What dreadful secret is he hiding about her mother? Aluna and Raffie face terrible danger in their quest. Are their combined powers strong enough or will Darke Magyck win?

Something woke Aluna in the middle of the night. She snuggled under the bedcovers trying to get back to sleep, but a niggling in her head told her something was wrong. She crept out of her room and out into the hall. She heard loud voices coming from downstairs.  

She crept to the top of the stairs and peered down. Her father and Wizard Tal were standing in the hallway. Their voices were raised, but Aluna couldn’t hear what they were saying. She crept down the stairs, sitting down just before the bend so she could hear them but not be seen. 

“You can’t do this, Sebastian,” she could hear the quiver in Tal’s voice. “It’s too dangerous. You can’t meddle with forces like this.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to find the sceptre. And no one will stop me.” 

She crept down further and peered through the gaps in the rails. Tal looked terrified. “How long have you been dabbling in this? Did Kristen know?” Tal said. Aluna saw a look of horror come over his face. “Is that why she disappeared. What did you do to her?” 

Aluna put her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. Had her father hurt her mother?

She gasped she saw her father point his wand at Tal and mutter something. Tal screamed and put his hand to his throat. He opened his mouth but no words came out. “At the moment you’ve just lost your voice,” her father said. “Go against me and you will lose your life.”

Aluna listened in horror as Tal scuttled off down the stairs. A few seconds later she heard her father walk back into his study and close the door behind him.

She stood up, shaking. She had never heard her father so angry. And to strike Tal, a dear friend, dumb like that. It was awful. Her head spun with questions. 

Why was her father so angry? 

What was Tal warning him about and what did he mean when he said he would do anything to find the sceptre. Why was it so important to him? What did he intend to do with it?

A chill ran through her as she remembered the look on her father’s face when he cast the spell on Tal. He’d looked almost…evil. As if he didn’t care what he did to anyone as long as he found the sceptre.  

Had he hurt her mother? Is that why she’d left and never come back?
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13 October 2015

Please welcome author Susanne Matthews

I'm delighted to welcome Susanne Matthews to THoR today and learn more about her latest, upcoming book release The White Lily, Book Two, The Harvester Series.

About the author:
Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love. 
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The White Lily, Book Two, The Harvester Series

Book Blurb: Sensuality Level: Sensual

The Harvester is out there...watching, waiting, biding his time.

FBI cult specialist Lilith Munroe lives in dread that one day the man who tortured her when a case went bad will find her again. So leaving her sanctuary in Quantico to join the Harvester Task Force in Boston is her version of hell. But the Harvester is kidnapping babies, and Lilith's profiling skills may mean the difference between life and death for the most innocent in society.

Australian millionaire and former member of the New Horizon commune Jacob Andrews returns to the United States searching for his sister. Instead of the happy reunion he expects, he discovers she is dead and his twin brother may be responsible. He agrees to lend his law enforcement skills to help find his former cult leader before the man can implement his plan to kill millions.

Now uneasy partners, Jacob and Lilith must learn to trust each other even as they fight their growing attraction. But when Lilith's greatest fears materialize, will Jacob be able to set aside his anger and save the woman he loves?
The doors closed, and the elevator moved smoothly up to its destination, jerking to a stop as a bell sounded. When the doors slid open, they revealed a large room containing six desks and a floor-to-ceiling whiteboard covered in photographs and notes. Those disturbing pictures had been in the file she’d been given; some of them had shown up in last night’s dreams. Keeping it all together here, especially with that wall always on display, was going to be harder than she’d thought.

“Welcome to the bullpen. That’s our brainstorming area, but it hasn’t seen any action in months. My desk is the one on the right. That mess over there belongs to my partner Tom Adams. Believe it or not, he can find anything on there in seconds. Calls it organized chaos.”

She chuckled. “I work with a guy at Quantico with the same filing system. Where will I set up?”

“Not sure. Maybe at one of the empty desks here, or Trevor might let you use an interview room. It’ll depend on how much space you need. We have a few uniformed officers attached to us, too, but only two or three of them are here at any given time. Trevor’s office is down this hall.”

Rob knocked on the first closed door and opened it.

Special Agent Trevor Clark, task force leader, sat in a leather chair behind a massive oak desk. The man, broad shouldered with a headful of closely cropped, dark brown hair, looked up, took off his glasses, and rose to greet her. He held out his hand.

“Agent Munroe, I’m sorry for the short notice. Thanks for coming so quickly.”

“Agent Clark,” she said, reaching for his hand, her ice-queen mask firmly in place now. “I’d say it hadn’t been a problem if I had any reason to believe I belonged here.”

Rob cleared his throat. “I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”

“No, stay. You might as well hear this now.”

Trevor returned to his chair and indicated the one in front of his desk. Lilith sat, feeling like a delinquent child called into the principal’s office. Maybe she should try to curb the sarcasm and bitchiness. She had to work with these people whether she liked it or not.

“Call me Trevor. We’re informal up here, more like family, considering what we’ve been through. I don’t blame you for being miffed about this cloak and dagger secrecy, but after what happened ... How much do you know about Garett Pierce?”

“The man I’m supposed to be replacing? Just what’s in the file,” she answered. “Apparently, he was one of the agency’s top men, went rogue, and is now wanted on rape and murder charges. I’ve heard some office chitchat about him, but since I tend to keep to myself...” She shrugged.

“The man has given the FBI a black eye, making fools out of us.” Trevor’s anger was palpable. A glance at Rob’s clenched jaw and fisted hands showed he shared that opinion.

“I worked with him in New Mexico when I first started with the agency,” Trevor continued. “He served in Iraq where he earned himself a chest-full of medals. When he applied to the FBI, they accepted him without question. The man was a contradiction in terms, but got the job done—or at least we thought he did. Half the time, he looked like he’d slept in his clothes, but that was part of his persona. When these killings started, he volunteered as liaison between the FBI and Boston PD. I recommended him for that position, trusted his reports and his judgment, and almost got everyone killed. Tom Adams, the other detective who’s part of this team, saw through him right from the start. It took me a long time to believe Pierce was a traitor and a cold-blooded killer, but in the end, the proof of his guilt was undeniable. When he ran, he sealed his fate. Make no mistake, I want the Harvester or Prophet or whatever else he calls himself, but I want Pierce even more.”

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7 October 2015

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“The Starlight Chronicles” by Lisa Orchard

Lark Singer is seventeen years old and already on the way to a brilliant music career. But as she and her band, Starlight, gear up for a competition, life seems to be throwing her a few curve balls. The mysteries of her past seem to be unraveling, and she’s no longer certain she wants to know those answers or how knowing about her past will affect her difficult relationship with her mother. And when her best friend, Bean, changes things between them, all her plans for a musical future are placed in jeopardy. How can she balance her complicated personal life to keep her musical goals on track? 


Gideon Lee     Lark Singer     Starlight
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Author Bio

Lisa Orchard grew up loving books. She was hooked on books by the fifth grade and even wrote a few of her own. She knew she wanted to be a writer even then. Her first published works are the “Super Spies Series.” These stories revolve around a group of friends who form their own detective squad and the cases they solve. “The Starlight Chronicles,” is the next series that Lisa created with musical misfit, Lark Singer as her main character.
   Lisa resides in Michigan with her husband, Steve, and two wonderful boys. Currently, she’s working on the next book in the Starlight Chronicles Series along with a few new ideas that may turn into stand-alone novels. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with her family, running, hiking, and reading.

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3 April 2015

The Friday 56 and Book Beginnings on Friday -Viva Pann Vegas by Amanda Ward

        The Friday 56 and Book Beginnings on Friday 
Viva Pann Vegas ~ The Misadventures of Pann Haggerty Book 2 by Amanda Ward
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If there was one thing that Pann Haggerty could do well, it was multitasking. So long as she didn’t concentrate on one task, it was doable. Unfortunately when she put her mind to something, it all went the opposite way of her boobs, namely tits up!
Page 56
Pann stroked Fred rhythmically. She really was being a total bitch to him. It was all too difficult to take in. Married, broken leg, niffy mog, new van, and take charge Joe. Nothing seemed relaxed or fun anymore. How on earth was she going to have fun with her leg in plaster? Maybe she should take up knitting or crocheting. After all, she was going to be a grandmother in a matter of months and now had the Zimmer frame and dratted commode to prove it. What was next, the menopause? Or if it translated over to the men’s case, meno-stop? Fred chirruped, as Pann found a particular spot behind his ear, and leaned into her fingers. The pain-killers must be working to create these sorts of strange thoughts, including the song that the Cheshire cat sang in Alice in Wonderland.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe.” Pann sang the children’s nonsense rhyme quietly to herself. Her brain seemed the consistency of one of those ready-made faggots in gravy she used to eat as a kid. Pliable and squadgy. She sang the verse over and over again, in an attempt to help her off to sleep. Eventually, her eyes drifted shut, and with the soft silk of Fred’s fur under her fingertips, Pann fell asleep.
The fun and games continue as Pann Haggerty travels around America with her ‘average’ Joe on their way to Las Vegas. This time, Joe thinks he’s the one in charge, and able to handle his beloved quirky English rose.

Apparently not. Surprises, secrets and wedding bells are in store. Has Pann given Joe the answer to his big question? Read on in the second MisAdventure of Pann Haggerty.
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26 March 2015

The Friday 56 and Book Beginnings on Friday ~ Best Friends…Forever?

The Friday 56 and Book Beginnings on Friday  
~ Best Friends…Forever? (Landry’s True Colors Series) ~ by Krysten Lindsay Hager
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Landry Albright hopes the new year will start off in an amazing way—instead she has to deal with more frenemy issues, boy drama, and having most of her best friends make the cheerleading squad without her. Suddenly, it seems like all anyone can talk about is starting high school next year—something she finds terrifying.
               Landry gets her first boyfriend, but then gets dumped just as things come to a head with her friends. She feels lost and left out, but finds good advice about dealing with frenemies from what she considers an unlikely source. Landry learns to speak up for what’s right, tell the truth (even when it hurts), and how to get past the fear of failure as she gets another shot at competing in the American IngĂ©nue reality show modeling competition.

Book Beginning:
There was nothing like spending Christmas in Chicago. The city was so sparkly and bright when it was all lit up and decorated for the holidays. It was so exciting to see all the cars and taxis whizzing by and feeling like anything was possible in the big city. I loved getting off the train, seeing my dad, and taking the taxi back to the apartment my parents and I lived in together until my mom got transferred to Grand Rapids. I liked my new school and all, but I missed my dad living with us and hoped he’d be able to find a job in Michigan and move in with Mom and me.
The Friday 56 (From page 56):
“Thanks, it — it means a lot to me that you’d come see me play,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. They were so warm, and it felt like my smile was radiating through my whole body.
“Any time.”
“I have to go out with the team tonight,” he said, glancing behind him. “But I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
He walked over to his teammates. Then he turned around and winked at me.
“He totally likes you,” Peyton said.
I nodded. It felt amazing that he seemed to truly appreciate that I had been there, but I couldn’t shake the thought of how Devon would feel if she learned her crush didn’t feel the same way about her.
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