AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY 10

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY 10


Jace lives in Arizona with my family,
wife and five kids and a little dog. He writes fiction, thrillers and soft
sci-fi with a little short horror on the side. He holds an MBA and work sin
finance for a biotechnology firm.

Jace volunteers with the Boy Scouts, plays and writes music, and enjoys
everything outdoors. He’s also a novice photographer.


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Spend an afternoon antiquing and it’s
not hard to figure out why picking has become one of America’s fondest
pastimes. It’s treasure hunting while connecting with history. But what if
those treasures hunt us back?



From old books, to vinyl records, antique mirrors, vintage figurines, or a
Bob’s Big Boy piggy bank, curses have no limits.

Featuring stories from D.J. Butler, Joy Auburn, Martin L. Shoemaker, Jessica
Guernsey, John D. Payne, Jen Bair, Karen Pellett, Steve Ruskin, Tanya Hales,
Lauren Lang, Frank Morin, Mike Jack Stoumbous, Kelly Lynn Colby, Jace Killan,
Jo Schneider, Gama Ray Martinez, Martin Greening, Chris Abela, A.J. Mayall,
Heidi A. Wilde, Shannon Fox, Lauryn Christopher, and Mark Leslie Lefebvre.

All proceeds of this book go to the Don Hodge
Scholarship Fund for writers
Snippet:
Betty
fought back the rage. After all she’d gone through. After all she’d suffered
and waited. This wasn’t hell. This was heaven. They were together. That’s what
heaven meant, right? To be with those you love? Forever?



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY 9

 

Marni Graff writes two award-winning mystery series: The Nora Tierney English Mysteries and The Trudy Genova Manhattan Mysteries. She teaches writing workshops and mentors the Writers Read program, and is Managing Editor of Bridle Path Press. 
 
 
 
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Nurse Trudy Genova is making plans to
take her relationship to NYPD detective Ned O’Malley to the next level, when
she lands a gig as medical consultant on a film shoot at the famed Dakota
apartment building in Manhattan, which John Lennon once called home. Then star
Monica Kiley goes missing, a cast member turns up dead, and it appears Trudy
might be next. Meanwhile Ned tackles a mysterious murder case in which the
victim is burned beyond recognition. When his investigations lead him back to
the Dakota, Trudy finds herself wondering: how can she fall in love if she
can’t even survive?
Readers of Death Unscripted, the first
book in the Trudy Genova Manhattan Mystery series, will find the same pleasures
in this sequel: fast pacing, engaging characters, twists and turns on the way
to a satisfying close. From the award-winning author of The Nora Tierney
English Mysteries, this second series is a winner. Once again M.K. Graff
reveals her talents in crafting this delightful mix of amateur sleuth and
police procedural.
Part procedural, part cozy, Death at
the Dakota is a well-crafted and highly entertaining mystery
.- Bruce Robert
Coffin, #1 bestselling author of the Detective Byron mysteries.  
I fell in love — not only with
co-protagonists, Trudy and Ned, the richly detailed and historic setting of The
Dakota, and the unique cast of characters, but with the unusual plot of Death
at the Dakota.
Sherry Harris, Agatha Award nominated author of the Sarah
Winston Garage Sale Mysteries

 

  

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Brrerrdidididididitt. Brrerrdidididididdiitt.
The noise of a jackhammer filled the spacious room.
“CUT!” a voice yelled.
Actress Monica Kelly let the curtain
drop along with her Jinx persona and crossed her arms in frustration.
I caught my best friend Meg Pitman’s
eye and we held our breath, waiting for an outburst from the director.
Phin Hill-Yorke stomped out from
behind the camera and over to the window, gangly arms and legs flying, frizzy
short hair stuck up around her head as though she’d had a recent encounter with
an electrical socket. “Meg!”
Poor Meg, off to the rescue.
My name is Trudy Genova, RN, and I’m
fortunate to have one of the best jobs a nurse could have. I’m a medical
consultant to one of New York City’s major television studios, the Passion
Broadcasting Junction. PBJ had decided to branch out into television films,
adding to their roster of talk, news programs, and Internet soap operas.
Meg had her first position as
Production Assistant on this movie, and the British director on loan from the
BBC had given her a battering at times all through the shoot. Not that the
rowdy woman singled out Meg—Phin embodied an equal opportunity harasser in a
mostly good-natured sort of way.
“Get your arse down there and sort
those wankers out. They were supposed to hold off on that pavement ‘til next
week. Bring that form from the chancellor’s office with you.” Phin yelled above
the noise that continued, patting her pockets for a cigarette. “Please,” she
added as an afterthought.
Meg hurried off with a wave in my
direction, silky blonde hair flying.
“It’s the mayor’s office here, Phin.”
China Barrett corrected Phin from her perch next to me, out of camera range.
Phin’s assistant and I exchanged tiny smiles, co-conspirators for the past six
weeks in the filming of this television movie close to wrapping.
“I don’t care if he’s the Prime
Minister, that racket must stop.” Phin consulted her watch. “Loo breaks all
around while we sort this out, boys and girls.”

 

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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY 8

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY 8

Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. 

Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood. He also has a passion for caving, urban archeology, taking pictures of clouds, and architecture. He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife, and their four dogs.


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Three books in one:
The Dead Held Hands
The Machine
The Temple of the Exploding Head
Starfarers and explorers, the League
settled on Kana thousands of years ago. They found it to be a paradise, a
perfect, virtually uninhabited planet waiting just for them in the cradle of
space.
Lovely Kana … it was too good to be
true …
But, all was not as it seemed.
Simmering beneath the ground was a demented god who had soaked Kana in blood
for untold ages, luring in victims, lying to them, and rejoicing in their
suffering as they died at the hands of his dark angels.
And there will be blood again … From
his Temple in the ground, the Horned God stirs.
When Lord Kabyl of Blanchefort, a
young man troubled by the weight of the world, dares give his heart to a girl
from a mysterious ancient household, one that pre-dates the League itself, he
comes to know the shadows of the past that hover over her.
He comes to know of the Horned God,
and for love he is destined to face him. All roads lead to the Temple of the
Exploding Head, a place of evil and death, rooted in the ancient past, but also
tied to the distant future.
“We were evil once,” she said, “and
the gods are still punishing us…”

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She
began having visions when she was five years old. All of her kind had visions,
and hers were especially vivid. She could see the future, and she didn’t want
to. Many of her family saw their deaths in their visions, at the hands of the
demons, and they crumpled up in sadness and waited for it to happen—waited for
the end to come. She watched one of her brothers waste away in such a state.
She went to her grandmother and pleaded
“Why, why does this have to be?”
And her grandmother calmed her as only she could and said: “Nothing has
to be. Nothing is indelibly etched. If you see bad future, or you see a
darkness coming, then make it better. Keep your head clear and fight for what
you want, as I have done. How do you think I’ve lasted so long?”
Her aunts and uncles didn’t like that sort of talk. What sort of thing
was that to tell a child? Filling her head with dreams and impossibilities.
Their motto was simpler and much more stark: Live your life while you can and
hope for the best, and, when the end comes, let your head swarm and take you to
places where there is no pain and sadness, where the demons can’t hurt you.
As if such a place could exist.  

–Lady Sammidoran learning the
brutality of the world.



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY 7

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY 7

Born and
raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair
share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has
always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her
novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project.
She has participated in National Novel Writer’s Month every November since
2010. Writing isn’t the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also
enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives
in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband, four
wonderful daughters, and two crazy dogs.

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Gina’s plan
for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a
ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help
her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for
him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea.

Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living
sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established
cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s
hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed
to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most
dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the
afterlife… love is death.

Snippet:
My vision blurred as I leaned my head against my stone. I fought the
feeling, but there wasn’t much I could do, so I slipped into a dream. Ghosts
rarely slept, but when we needed to, there was no stopping it.
I drew in a long, deep breath.
I was alive again as I dreamed.
I could feel the seatbelt chafing my shoulder, the cracked leather on the
armrest digging into my elbow. I could barely keep my eyes open. Streetlights
flashed through my closed lids as we drove down the road.
It was three in the morning. The party at Micah’s house had lasted all
night, and my boyfriend, Caden, and I had stayed up late the night before,
studying for finals.
“Did you have fun?” I asked Caden absently, eyes still closed. He
didn’t answer, but I didn’t think anything of it. I’d almost drifted back to
sleep when I heard the horn blaring.
My eyes flew open to the glare of headlights aimed straight through the
passenger-side window.
“Caden!”
The dream turned to slow motion as that pair of headlights crashed through
my window. Pain like none I’d ever felt before ripped through me. The noise
rose to a crescendo, and I could feel.
I felt myself being torn apart, my soul wrenched from my body.
There was no question in my mind. No doubt about whether or not I was dead.
I walked to a rock that sat in front of a nearby driveway and hugged my knees.
I scanned the quiet streets, waiting for some sort of light or understanding.
Waiting for heaven. Heaven never came, and it didn’t take long for me to
realize that the afterlife was nothing more than hell on Earth.



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY SIX

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY SIX

Donna Hatch is the author of the
best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The
Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. 

A hopeless romantic and
adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8
and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a
sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple
volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her
husband).

 A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific
Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there
really is a happily ever after.

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The last thing Hannah Palmer wants to
do is flirt with men in a crowded ballroom, but when her sister, the Countess
of Tarrington, throws a Masquerade Ball, Hannah can’t say no to the invitation. 

Taking comfort behind her disguise, she dances with a charming masked
gentleman, matching him wit for wit. When the glorious evening culminates in a
kiss, and the two remove their masks, Hannah is horrified to discover the man
she’s been flirting with all night is her most despised neighbor, the Duke of
Suttenberg. 

No matter how charming the duke was at the ball, and how wonderful
the kiss, he is the last man she could ever love.

Snippet:
Alicia twisted around in bed and fixed her amber gaze on Hannah. “I’m so
happy that you’re finally letting me throw a ball in your honor.”
Hannah winced. “Yes, I just adore big parties filled with rooms of
people I don’t know.”
“I know how you feel about it, dearest,” Alicia said soothingly. “But
this will be a good practice for you before you go to London this Season. When
I’m finished with you, society will toast you as the New Incomparable.”
“I’ll be a clumsy, tongue-tied idiot, just like always.”
“You’re only clumsy when you’re nervous. More practice at social events
will help you not to be nervous.”
Not be nervous in public? Hardly likely.
Alicia tapped her on the nose. “You are a beautiful and accomplished
daughter of a respected gentleman, and the sister of a countess. No need to
fear.”
“I hear blondes aren’t fashionable this year.”
“The only ones who say blond hair isn’t in fashion are those who are
jealous. Just keep your head high and smile as if you know an embarrassing
secret about everyone.”
Hannah stared into the flames writhing in the hearth. “It’s not that
simple.”
“It is that simple.” Alicia squeezed her. “If you say next to nothing,
everyone will think you are mysterious and will be all the more fascinated with
you. Besides, you’ll wear a mask tonight. Surely anonymity will lend you
courage.”
“I hope you’re right.”
Spending the evening alone with Alicia and her charming husband, Cole,
would be preferable to a room full of strangers. But perhaps Alicia was right;
a costume and mask might help Hannah find some courage buried deep inside.



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY FIVE

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY FIVE

Cas lives in the lovely county of Hampshire, southern UK, where she was born. On leaving school she trained for two years before qualifying as horse-riding instructor. During this time she also learned to carriage-drive. She spent thirteen years in the British Civil Service before moving to Rome, Italy, where she and her husband, Dave, lived for three years. They enjoy returning whenever they can. Cas supports many animal charities and owns two rescue dogs. She has a large collection of cacti and loves gardening. She is also a folk singer/songwriter and is currently writing and recording nine folk-style songs to accompany each of her fantasy books. You can listen to and download all the songs from her website: www.caspeace.com 

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Pure evil rises once again in Albia…

Three years have passed since Baron Reen’s trial. A
terrible accident on the island of his exile has transformed him into a
nightmarish scarecrow creature with dark, mysterious powers. Staging his own
suicide, Reen breaks free of his prison and, with the help of the former queen
Sofira, embarks on a ruthless quest for vengeance against his worst enemy, the
woman responsible for the overthrow of his schemes and his own ruination:
Brynne Sullyan.

Sullyan is tasked with investigating Reen’s suicide.
The missing body and a series of disasters in Port Loxton—a vicious murder, a
brutal ambush, and a devastating fire—raise suspicions in her mind. She probes
deeper, determined to uncover the truth, unsuspecting of the evil that’s about to
be unleashed…




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Snippet:
Lerric, aging client-king of Bordenn, stood in the dark doorway. A damp,
noisome smell assailed his nose, the drip of water reached his ears. Lerric
shivered, his reaction not wholly due to the chill in the air.
Deep within the lightless room he detected a hint
of movement. Creaking leather, a hiss of pain. Lerric stepped one pace farther
from the door’s protection and raised his lamp. As soon as the faint yellow
light touched—and flinched from—the dark form huddled on the truckle bed along
the far wall, a vicious curse sounded. A crooked hand flew up to shield eyes
that could no longer bear good, honest light.
“Put that out, you bloody fool! Would you blind me
entirely?”
“Ah . . . your pardon.”
Lerric shuttered the lamp and gloom reclaimed the
cell. When his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the king assessed the
cell’s lone occupant.
Habitually dapper and well-fed, his body had
assumed scarecrow proportions. A parody of his former self. The fastidiously
clean and expensive raiment was replaced by a thin, shabby robe of dusty black.
A darker blot amid the shadows, it barely disguised the gaunt frame it covered.
Gone were the arrogant swagger and confident poise,
replaced by a savage desire for revenge, a thirst for retribution. Three years
of incarceration and hopelessness, of nursing raging grievances, hadn’t
lessened the pious fervor and deeply-held beliefs. Thirty-six interminable
months of imprisonment and deprivation had served only to deepen his
determination to rid the land of those to whom he owed his life. Those without
whose mercy he would have suffered a horrific and agonizing death.



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY FOUR

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY FOUR

Kristina Seek’s debut novel, The
Hashtag Hunt, was published in 2018. She is a graduate of Queens College in
Charlotte and a member of Romance Writers of America. In March of 2019, she
quit her day job to focus on a career in writing.
Kristina lives in North Carolina with
her husband and son. She cherishes time with her friends and family, loves
traveling to new destinations, and plans to cross many other items off her
bucket list.
 
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The only reason Lauren entered the
Hashtag Hunt was for the $10,000 grand prize. She needed seed money for her
startup, and it sounded easy enough: twelve hours to text twelve photos to
someone called the Wizard. 

For hashtag number five, Lauren needs a
#HottieInTheWild, and with the help of her best friend, Ivy, she finds the
perfect subject. 

The only reason Brenner entered Barkley’s Pub was to have
beers with Scott, an Army brother back in town. The reunion is interrupted when
a woman is caught crouched in a dark corner, taking pictures of Brenner. 

Lauren
explains, and though embarrassed, she accepts Scott and Brenner’s offer to help
with hashtag number six.While hunting for hashtags, Lauren finds adventure and
romance with her #Hottie, but she must stay focused to beat the clock and win
the cash.

Snippet:
“I’m sorry. Are you saying ‘hottie?’ ‘In the
wild?’” Scott didn’t hide his confusion. “That’s not a thing, is it?”
“Oh yeah,” Ivy said. “It’s a thing. My Facebook
friends post pictures of hot guys out in public all the time. Subways,
airports, Disney World, construction sites, tattoo parlors, in line for coffee,
carpool…” she trailed off with a shrug. “Wherever.”
“Are you serious?” Scott looked at Brenner and
said, “I’m not sure men could get away with a ‘Honey in the Wild’ Facebook
group.”
“Please, Scott. We ladies are making up for lost
time,” said Ivy. “A handful of hotties on Facebook doesn’t compare to the tons
of T & A on the Internet.”
All who heard Ivy’s voice nodded, and Margot
shouted, “Preach!”
“Okay. Let me see if I understand what you’re
saying,” Jess said as she sat up straighter in her chair. “Women take and post
pictures of hot men they see out and about in town.”
“All. Day,” confirmed Ivy.
Jess left her chair and went behind the bar. She
bent down and then reappeared, plopping her oversized purse on the bar top. She
fished her phone out of the bag. “Show me the way.”
“Get on Facebook.” Ivy walked over to Jess. “I got
you.”
Lauren looked at Brenner. Pointing to Ivy and Jess
at the bar, she said, “I did not take your picture for that Facebook group. I
needed it for this contest, I swear.”
Brenner said, “I’m flattered you found me
attractive enough for your photo.”
“I knew it!” Ivy shouted from the bar. She looked
up from Jess’s phone. “I told her any normal guy would love knowing he was a
hottie in the wild.”
“Well,” said Jess, looking at her phone, “Facebook
just got a hell of a lot better.” Lauren watched her move her thumb across the
screen. “And these guys have no idea these pictures are being taken?”
“Plenty of women get caught,” Ivy said with a
pointed look toward Lauren. “Most play it off by pretending they’re texting
someone or taking a selfie. A friend of mine once acted like she was looking
for a coupon when she was busted in line at Dick’s Sporting Goods.”
Jess looked up from her phone and said, “And some
women run away and hide in the ladies’ room.”
“Take it easy on her,” Brenner said to Jess. He
turned his attention to Lauren and said, “It’s worth it if the picture helped
you win the contest.” When Lauren didn’t respond, he asked, “Did you win?”
“The contest doesn’t end until tomorrow. I have to
take twelve pictures, and yours was number five,” Lauren responded. “If your
picture is accepted, I’ll get a text with instructions for number six.”
“And if it’s not accepted?” Brenner asked.
“Then I’m out of the contest. First contestant to
have twelve pictures approved before the deadline wins.”
“Wins what?” the crowd asked.
“Ten thousand dollars,” said Lauren.



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY THREE

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY THREE

Julia Ridgmont
grew up in the American West, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she knows how
to ride a horse. What it does mean, however, is that she loves to weave the
country’s rich history into riveting tales full of romance and intrigue.

When she’s not writing, Julia enjoys cooking, sewing costumes for her children,
spending time with her husband, and watching her children perform in sports or
plays—or, if she’s really bored or stuck on a plot twist, cleaning the house.
She also writes contemporary inspirational romance under her real name, Laura
L. Walker.

Follow Julia as she unveils heroes whose strength and courage are only
surpassed by their tenderness, and heroines who hide their lonely hearts with a
cover of steel. It will take overcoming insurmountable odds and an iron will
for them to find a love that lasts forever. Luckily, they have Julia to help
them along.
To guard his heart or protect two little girls . . . Is he willing to risk it all?

1871

Pinkerton detective Chas Bryant’s last job for the agency is supposed to be
easy—deliver a cache of stolen items back to Mount Vernon after recovering them
from profiteers. Soon, however, Chas discovers that nothing in this case is
simple. When he’s called upon to search for a little girl gone missing after
her parents are murdered, there’s only one woman who can help him . . . but
he’ll need to make her his wife in order to complete the investigation.

Jessica Flanders is only trying to rescue her younger sister from a fate
bleaker than death. How can the powers that be possibly think that separating
them from each other is a good idea? Jessica made a dying promise to her
parents. Now she needs Chas’s help to get her sister back, but when they dig
deeper into the matter, they discover another little girl with an even greater
need for being rescued.

Soon it becomes clear that someone else is searching for the missing girl, too.
Can they keep her safe until the case is solved and the murderers are caught?
If so, Chas and Jessica will need to forge a bond that is stronger than the
evil forces surrounding them, and in the process, a love that will never be
lost.

Read each of the Pinkerton Matchmaker stories in any order. These agents give
the phrase “married to your work” a whole new meaning!

Snippet:
“I’ve made a promise to serve and
protect the people of this land, and that is what I intend to do. You are old
enough to fend for yourself. This little girl isn’t. And wanting to keep her
under your delicate wing, without a husband to aid you, is not only pure
foolishness but selfish to boot.”
Jessica reared back as if she’d been
slapped. How could wanting to take care of her sister be considered selfish?
She stood to her full height of five-foot-six and told the deputy, “I resent
that remark. I demand that you hand my sister over right this minute!”
“And I demand that you remove yourself
from the premises. You have until the count of three before I arrest you.”
“Jessica!” Amy whimpered, her huge
eyes nearly taking up all the space in the upper half of her face.
Jessica’s heart pounded. What should
she do?
“One . . .”
Whatever it was, she needed to do it
quickly.
“Two . . .”
Please,
Lord, show me a way to keep Amy.
“Thr—”
“There you are, darling!”
A new voice, one that Jessica didn’t
recognize, came from her left. The deep baritone cut off the deputy’s threat.
Jessica turned toward that voice to find a man whose dark hair was cut short on
the sides, and whose slight beard and temples were touched with gray, approach
from her side. “I’m sorry I was so late getting off work. I saw your note,
saying that you had come here, and followed as fast as I could.”
Jessica’s jaw went slack. As the man
placed one large hand on her shoulder and leaned in for a kiss on her cheek,
she fought the urge to slap him for taking such liberties. The stranger smiled
even wider at her discomfiture and resumed his playacting. “What seems to be
the problem? And why are we meeting here at this orphanage?”
“Um . . .”
The man had eyes that were bluer than the
Potomac. Oh, my.



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY ONE

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY ONE

Ann has been a writer since junior high, but to
pay the bills she has waited tables, delivered newspapers, cleaned other
people’s houses, taught school, and had a stint as a secretary in a rock-n-roll
radio station. She also worked as a 911 operator and a police dispatcher. 


Her fiction began to win awards during her college days. Since then she’s
published several short stories, novels, and novellas. She’s always reading and
always writing, but even if she never sold another story, Ann would not stop
writing. For her it’s a necessity, like breathing. Most of the time, it even
keeps her sane.

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They call him the Killer Cartographer because he
carves the map coordinates of each victim on the femur of the one before. Then
he tattoos the information on his skin. 

Can Detective Kendra Dean bring him in,
or will she become his next tattoo?







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Snippet:
The bones were wet and cold. The clay in the
soil trapped the moisture as efficiently as a layer of mulch in a flowerbed.
When Edgar held the femur up to the moonlight, he was thrilled to observe how
fully the dirt and mold had settled into the cuts. It created an inky
labyrinthine abstract on the once-white
surface.            
            He caressed the soil around the bones, and
then lifted the rest of them from their shallow bed. “Welcome back,” he
whispered.



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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY TWO

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN BLITZ 2019 – DAY TWO

An avid gardener, artist, musician and writer, Emily-Jane Hills Orford has fond memories and lots of stories that evolved from a childhood growing up in a haunted Victorian mansion. 


Told she had a ‘vivid imagination’, the author used this talent to create stories in her head to pass tedious hours while sick, waiting in a doctor’s office, listening to a teacher drone on about something she already knew, or enduring the long, stuffy family car rides. The author lived her stories in her head, allowing her imagination to lead her into a different world, one of her own making. As the author grew up, these stories, imaginings and fantasies took to the written form and, over the years, she developed a reputation for telling a good story. 


Emily-Jane can now boast that she is an award-winning author of several books, including King Henry’s Choice (Clean Reads 2019), Mrs. Murray’s Ghost (Telltale Publishing 2018), Mrs. Murray’s Hidden Treasure (Telltale Publishing 2019), Queen Mary’s Daughter (Clean Reads 2018), Gerlinda (CFA 2016) which received an Honorable Mention in the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards, To Be a Duke (CFA 2014) which was named Finalist and Silver Medalist in the 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Awards and received an Honorable Mention in the 2015 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards and several other books. 


A retired teacher of music and creative writing, she writes about the extra-ordinary in life and her books, short stories, and articles are receiving considerable attention. For more information on the author, check out her website at: http://emilyjanebooks.ca

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There is a hidden treasure in the grand old mansion on Piccadilly Street, in a place called London, but not the real London of English fame. There’s also a lot of mystery and a murder that’s been unsolved for decades. But it’s the treasure that captures Mary’s interest. 



Mary lives in this house along with her family, her Brownie friends and a ghost. When the ghost reveals her secret about the hidden treasure, there’s no stopping Mary, her Brownie friends, or her enemies from searching for this treasure. 


Why the intrigue? Apparently there’s a little bit of magic connected to this treasure. And so the adventure begins. Who will find the treasure first?


Snippet:
Once the house
settled down for the night, Mrs. Murray, the resident ghost, was out on her
nocturnal prowl. Satisfied that the house was safe and secure for the night,
after all the musical vibrations that shook the rafters earlier, she took her
place at the end of Mary’s bed and waited patiently for the girl to stir from
her sleep and take note of her presence.
            “What?”
Mary groaned, pulling her eyes open as she emerged from a deep sleep. “What
now?”
            “We
need to talk.” The wispy figure of what was once a very distinguished looking
lady, sat down at the end of Mary’s bed and looked the girl firmly in the eye.
            “Now?”
Mary groaned. “It’s the middle of the night. What time is it?”
            “What
difference does it make? Sit up and let’s talk.” The ghost was not going to
take ‘no’ for an answer. And, it would appear, feigning sleep would not send
her away either. So, Mary pushed herself into a sitting position and rubbed her
eyes again, hoping to eradicate the sleep that threatened to make them close.
            “Where
are the others? Where’s Brunny?” she asked.
            “Asleep
in their little space. And it’s not a natural sleep either. They’re all in the
deepest of sleeps, all except Elizabeth, who slipped out of the house a few
hours ago, just after the lights went out and your family snuggled in for the
night.” Mrs. Murray slid a little closer to Mary. “She’s still not right, that
Elizabeth. She’s good and well shackled by that witch.”



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