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
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:
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
“Who were THOSE shepherds, and why were they so favored?” That one question stirred the imagination of author Michael I. Judson and led to the creation of Lost Shepherd, the fictional backstory of the first witnesses to the birth of the precious Babe of Bethlehem. After you read Lost Shepherd, watch for his answers to other compelling questions (his next books!)
When he’s not writing, he has a large family to love, gardens to grow, fun places to see, ancestors to discover, and even chickens to raise! He also has a full-time job that occupies the bulk of his waking hours. Though still a few years off, retirement beckons with aspirations of writing (with all the fun imagining and discovery that goes with it) becoming his full-time pursuit.
Just who were the shepherds that were singled out from among earth’s inhabitants to hear the angelic announcement of Christ’s birth? What made them so special, or what uniquely qualified them to be His first witnesses? The Bible tells us very little about them. Now there is an answer!
Eleazar grows up awash in a culture of shepherding, but not among ordinary sheep. No, the flocks he and his companions tend are destined for sacrifice on the altar of the great temple at Jerusalem. Like his fathers before him, his life’s work fuels the faith of a nation that tirelessly awaits the signs of their long-foretold Messiah. But unforeseen circumstances lead Eleazar away from his purposeful existence and onto a path of doubt and life-altering decisions that threaten to destroy both his faith and his future. Only the miraculous power of the Christ Child can reclaim him and restore to him to a life of hope and peace—and to an understanding of his importance as a shepherd in Israel.
Lost Shepherd is a tale of real hope and redemption, of faith lost and reclaimed. Let the story transport you back in time as you discover anew the timeless healing power found only in the Savior Jesus Christ.
Most people don’t think about the day they’ll die. They coast through life,
blissfully unaware of how their time is ticking away. I wasn’t like most
people. I welcomed death, wanted her to take me away from the prison I called
life, but she refused. I tried twice only to survive. And then, when I thought
I had nothing left it came.
A reason to live.
Rex was a small, unexpected ray of light my world of darkness that blossomed
into a beam of sunshine. I thought, maybe this was why Death didn’t take me.
Maybe she knew that if I held on a little longer, things would turn around. But
the third time Death came to my door wasn’t by choice. Someone else brought
her, and I fear this time she might take me.
Being the son of a country star sucks. My parents are never around, I move
every year or so, and I have no real friends. Everyone around me has an agenda.
Everyone except Piper Lovelace. I can’t get that girl to notice me. Trust me
Thankfully, fate stepped in and gave me the break I needed. I’ve got her
attention, now I need her to give me a chance.
“Stop,” I mumble, my smile growing harder to contain.
There’s a playful energy building between us, one I wish he’d act on.
The corner of Rex’s lips twitch as he tries to hold a straight face. “Stop
“Looking at me. It’s weird.” My heart hammers in my chest, beating against my
flesh like a caged animal desperate to get out. I lick my lips. Why? I don’t
know. Apparently, my tongue has a mind of its own and wants his attention.
Rex’s gaze flickers down to it for a full second then finds my eyes again. He
shifts, turning his body towards me, leaning an inch closer.
I can do this. If he can touch me, he can kiss me. What’s the worst that can
happen? I don’t know, a debilitating panic attack where you seize up and die?
Meh, I’ll risk it.
“I can’t help it,” Rex says breaking eye contact to take a sip of his water.
Butterflies swarm in my stomach. I don’t know how he’s doing this to me. I feel
alive again. Maybe this is why Death didn’t take me. Maybe she knew Life had a
plan and something good was coming. Rex could be that something good. I roll my
eyes, a nervous laugh escaping me. “Yeah. Okay.”
Rex leans back against the arm of the couch, his brows knitting together. “Can
I ask you something?”
Oh gosh, this is it. He’s going to ask to kiss me like a true gentleman. Yes!
The answer is yes! “Maybe.”
He chuckles, and the sound sends the butterflies into overdrive. So much
flipping and thumping inside me. I can’t take the anticipation anymore. I’m
Bailey B is an up and coming New Adult author. She lives in
Lehigh Acres Florida with her husband, twin girls, and two fur babies. She
enjoys (but doesn’t get to take part in because of her crazy daughters) the
simple things like Disney+ binge watching, Netflix romcoms, reading and
sleeping. She reads two to three books a week and thinks if narwhal’s are real
animals then unicorns might be too.
“Recently widowed Rae Cavanaugh just survived the worst birthday of her life. She and her two young children must now face a holiday season filled with so many reminders of what they’ve lost. But when a coworker who’s raising his young nephew moves next door, Rae discovers that the support of a good friend, and the gift of a child, can bring back some of the joy of the season.
Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was not born on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this illogical error, she writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a tiny office her family calls her pink cave. She and her Hero live in North Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their dog and three rescued indoor cats as well as providing nourishment outdoors for squirrels, birds, and other critters.
The over fifty titles she has created in her pink cave have made her an Amazon bestselling author and won several awards. She writes sweet to sensual romances about the West, both historical and contemporary as well as time travel and mystery. Her series include the Kincaids, McClintocks, Stone Mountain Texas, Bride Brigade, Texas Time Travel, Texas Caprock Tales, Loving A Rancher, and Pearson Grove as well as numerous single titles and contributions to multi-author sets. When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading her friends’ books, lunching with friends, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and taking the occasional nap.
After the death of her grandmother, Melody Fraser must quickly leave what has been her home in South Carolina. There are those who think she murdered her Nana Fraser. She’s innocent but there’s talk about arrest and prosecution. To escape, this Southern Belle agrees to become a mail-order bride in far away Montana. Several of her friends will be living in the same town. Traveling so far to marry a man she’s never met is daunting. Surely things will work out, won’t they?
Nicholas “Nick” Walker is a doctor from Gettysburg whose wife and children were killed when mortar fire destroyed their home. Eager to escape the memories and ravages of the Civil War, he buys a medical practice in Montana Territory. He wants a competent nurse who can assist him with operations and care for patients as his plans expand for a hospital. He wants a well-organized wife to keep him company and start a family. With his usual efficiency, he combines the two into one job description when he requests a mail-order bride.
What will it take to teach Nick that—although she isn’t what he expected—Melody is exactly what he needs?
Top 10 Favorite Things (in no particular order) 1.A baby’s laugh 2.Spending time with my family 3.Reading 4.Cherry Dr Pepper 5.Chocolate 6.Browsing antique malls
7 .Getting together with friends 8.Writing 9.Watching movies on television
1 0.Our pets—three cats and a dog
Arabella Sheraton grew up on a diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and many other writers of that period. From Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, Arabella has found both enjoyment and inspiration in sparkling, witty Regency novels. She also loves history and generally finds the past more fascinating than the future. Arabella wrote her first Regency romance to entertain her aged mom who loved the genre. Arabella is honoured to share the adventures of her heroes and heroines with readers.
In this delightful traditional Regency romance, Miss Diana Dashwood accepts an invitation to Lady Prescott’s Christmas party at Camden House, in the countryside. But things do not go quite as she imagined. Through an unexpected event, she is forced to spend the night in a woodsman’s hut with one of the guests. What a scandal! Of course, Sir Gareth Blakely must propose, and he does. Unfortunately, Miss Diana Dashwood has already been engaged to and broken off her engagement from Sir Gareth Blakely after a bitter quarrel. Is it likely she will bow to social pressure and accept his proposal, one made only to save her reputation, and if they marry, does their union stand a chance of survival? And what about the pretty heiress, Miss Jemima Plymstock, whom everyone thinks is the lady Sir Gareth had his eye upon? Headstrong and proud, Miss Diana Dashwood is caught in a dreadful dilemma. A must-read for Regency fans!
1. Arabella Sheraton is a pseudonym but if I tell anyone who I really am, I’ll have to kill them…
2. The image I use for Arabella is a portrait my grandmother painted many years ago of her best friend. It seemed a fitting tribute to my wonderful grandmother and her friendship.
3. I love anything olde worlde, which means that since I write in the genre of Regency romance, perhaps I lived once upon a time in Jane Austen’s era. Who knows? I like to think so.
4. Pride and Prejudice is my favorite Austen book and book to series adaptation. I just love Mr. Darcy, even when he is acting like a starched shirt.
5. I have always loved reading romances set in the Regency era, and I think that has a lot to do with the fact that apart from my mom having all the Austen books, she was also an avid Georgette Heyer fan, and as a result, so am I.
6. I am never short of ideas for a Regency novel and sometimes a title just pops into my head and from that comes a book.
7. I wrote my first Regency romance to entertain my aged mom, now passed on, who loved the genre.
8. I generally find the past more fascinating than the present.
9. My second favourite book to series adaptation is North and South starring the divinely sexy Richard Armitage.
10. I can’t start the day without a pot of English tea to get me going.
“Mindy loves all things history and romance, which makes reading and writing romance right up her alley. Since she was a little girl, playing in her closet “elevator,” she has always had stories running through her mind. But it wasn’t until she was well into adulthood, that she realized she could write those stories down. Now they occupy her dreams and most every quiet moment she has-she often washes her hair two or three times because she wasn’t paying attention when she did it the first time. Which usually means really clean hair and a fixed plot hole. When she isn’t living in her alternate realities, she is married to her real-life Mr. Darcy and trying to raise five proper boys. They live happily in the beautiful mountains of Utah.
Peter Blythe, Earl of Rockwell fled England when he was thrown over in favor of his father. Now after nearly ten years, he has returned to England to assume his family title. When he asks a young woman to dance at a masquerade ball, he is intrigued by her wit and charm. The only problem is she refuses to give him her name.
When Lady Caroline unexpectedly meets the man she has always loved at a masquerade ball and he does not recognize her, she is determined to keep her name a secret. What starts out as a game soon becomes much more when she realizes she still loves him, all the while knowing if he knew her true identity, he would never feel the same for her.
When they both return home to their neighboring estates for the holidays, acquaintances from years past threaten to sever more than just their childhood friendship.
*I once made David Copperfield so mad that he asked for me to be fired from my job.
*I have seen Les Mis over 125 times and The Nutcracker over 200.
*I once dumped a guy for saying he wanted the Nutcracker to be a family tradition.
*I majored in History and minored in Sports Broadcasting
*I once had a professor tell me that I could not bring banana bread to class because it was “too loud.”
*In college I maintain a diet that consisted pretty much of Diet Coke and cinnamon bears- but I had a healthy dinner, so it was all good.
*Everytime I eat sea salt Popables it reminds me of eating Munchos for lunch in Jr. High (I am now realizing I have had some unhealthy eating habits in my life…)
*In a college English class, a test question asked us to compare ourselves to a character in the Great Gatsby and then write an essay about why. I compared myself to Daisy (cuz, really, is there anyone you can compare yourself to in that book?) When I got the test back I had an A and then my professor wrote underneath- You are full of crap, but you wrote it well.
*/I am anxiously counting down the days until I can take my family to England for resear—I mean vacation.
Amber Gilchrist lives in New Mexico with her husband and six children. She writes YA, Romantic Comedies, and series mysteries. She calls her lifetime of jumping from one job to another ‘experience’ for her books and not an inability to settle down. Amber loves mysteries and a good, happy romance. She also loves to laugh. Sometimes she likes all of them together.
A fan of quirky movies and indie books, Amber likes to be with her family, is socially inept, and fears strangers and small yippy dogs. She alternates between writing and being a mom. She tries to do both at the same time, but her kids don’t appreciate being served lunch and told, “This is the hot dog of your discontent.” So mostly she writes when everyone else is in bed.
Audrey Scott might be a children’s librarian, but that isn’t all she can do. When her best friend, Gretchen Holden, stands accused of a murder, Audrey can’t handle doing nothing more than bailing Gretchen out of jail. She has to figure out who really killed Gretchen’s stepfather, a universally hated federal judge.
With a not small list of potential people the judge has wronged, Audrey and her friends have a rough ride ahead of them trying to decide who had a motive, means, and opportunity to put the judge in an early grave. With the help of Derek Hennessy, erstwhile enemy turned very good friend, and her normal crew of cohorts, Audrey won’t stop until the threat no longer looms.
1. I’ve been to lots of foreign countries, including Germany, China, and
Mexico among others.
2. I have six kids, and yes that is a lot
3. I was on a TV show in the early 90s.
4. I used to pretend I was a fox/mermaid combination whenever my friends
pretended to be superheroes.
5. My first book was written in the 80s and the heroes name was Marvin. I
don’t know why I thought this was a good idea. Thankfully, it was lost many
6. I have a weird autoimmune disorder that makes me potentally allergic to
literally almost anything. And then then the next day I won’t be allergic to
that particular thing anymore It’s sounds fake, but it’s not It’s called MCAS.
7. I was a musical theater major my freshman year of college.
8. I don’t really have a bucket list. But if I did the only thing that
would be on it is going places.
9. I don’t really watch TV or movies They require a lot of attention for me
and it always ends up feeling like a chore. There’s probably only half a dozen
shows I’ve actually seen every episode of, my favorite being Chuck.
10. I LOVE true crime. Like in a way that is maybe slightly unhealthy . I listen to so many true crime podcasts.
Okay here’s the pics for the characters. The
redhead is Audrey and the blond guy in the suits is Derek. The woman in the
orange sweater with the black hair is Jane. The dark-haired man in the purple
sweater is Alex. The man in the pale blue button up is Kyle. The woman in the
black sweater with black hair is Gretchen. Tom Hiddles is my Woody inspiration.
Leah Moyes is from
Arizona but experienced many parts of the world in thanks to a career in the
airlines. Now most of her time, aside from writing, is spent with her family,
reading Historical Fiction novels or studying ancient cultures as a student of
She always believed she was born in the wrong time period, but since she
doesn’t have access to a time machine she must write and read intriguing
stories of the past.
Book 1 Treachery,
heartache, and loneliness led Ella Kühn to take her first drink of alcohol ten
years ago. When the delusions begin, images from her past threaten to challenge
her state of mind. Ironically, the very thing that haunts her, is the thing
that has kept her alive—the butterfly tattoo covering the gunshot wound to her
right shoulder. It’s physical and emotional reminder not only symbolizes her
courage, but also signifies Stefan’s absence . . . which now spans
Book 2 It’s 1983 in the
Deutsch Democratic Republic. Trust remains a fragile ally as the Communist Bloc
begins to crumble. Ella’s involvement in the rising opposition and underground
punk movement, puts her more at risk than any escape plan ever could. She is
followed, watched and hunted . . . but by whom? An old
enemy? The Secret Police? Or her new employer?
Book 3 In Release, the third and final installment
of the Berlin Butterfly Series, Ella battles her inner demons as she struggles
to survive the ever-growing darkness in the East. Will she regain her former
strength and find a way to flee to the thinning borders of Czechoslovakia and
join Anton and Josef? Or will ties to her precarious past keep her bound—her
only release found in the freedom of pain and guilt while embracing life without
her family in East Berlin?
“Startin’ early huh, lass?” The barman’s foreign accent did not hold back his sarcasm. My glare answered for me. “Rachmaninoff okay?”
I nodded. As he poured, the liquid flowed smoothly, and when it settled, it appeared like solid glass, no fizzes or foam. I scanned the surface, laden and tempting, imagining the relief provided as it passed my lips and slithered down my anxious throat. I stared.
I thought of Mari, how she needed me now—how we actually needed each other. What will she say?
It’s only one drink. I can handle one drink... can’t I?
Will she be disappointed in me if she knows?
She may already be when she finds out I lost my position at Zur.
“Is there a problem?” The barman stood in front of me.
I shook my head.
“Do you want a different one?”
“No,” I snapped. He quickly retreated.
As I ran my tongue across my parched lips, the desire to bring the drink to my mouth brought a familiar yearning to my bosom. My hands cupped the glass. No one will know.
USA Today, bestselling author, Janette Rallison/ CJ Hill writes books because writing is much more fun than cleaning bathrooms. Her avoidance of housework has led her to writing thirty novels that have sold over 1,000,000 print copies and have been on many reading and state lists. Her books are fantasy, sci-fi, and romantic comedy because hey, there is enough angst in real life, but there’s a drastic shortage of humor, romance and hot guys who fight dragons. She lives in Chandler, Arizona with her husband, kids, and enough cats to classify her as eccentric.
If they gave out diplomas for what you learn at the mall, Charlotte could graduate with honors. Ever since she got a job as a perfume spritzer, she’s become an expert on all things shopping related―oh, and she’s getting really good at spying on her classmates who hang out there. What she hasn’t mastered is the art of convincing her best friend Brianna to dump her boyfriend Bryant. After Charlotte caught him flirting with a mysterious, blond-haired girl, she knows he’s up to no good. Worse still, now Brianna is taking his side. Charlotte must prove who is right, once and for all, and that means catching Bryant in the act. This is where her mall roaming skills will come in handy. Perfume anyone?
Bryant strode up to the Santa chair. He scowled at me, his eyes narrow and his face a blotchy red. In a low voice he said, “You just can’t mind your own business, can you? You’re some kind of freaking stalker who follows me around and sends pictures to my girlfriend. I bet you think you’re real smart, don’t you?”
I smiled back at him, refusing to be rattled. “Smarter than someone who doesn’t notice a stalker dressed in a bright red and green elf outfit.”
“You think you’ve taken Brianna away from me? This isn’t over.”
Colton turned to Bryant and still using his Santa voice—although not quite so jolly at the moment— said, “This is over for right now. My elf is busy. Go home, cool down, and we’ll talk about it later.”
Bryant threw a disgusted sneer at Colton. “Don’t tell me what to do, fat boy. This doesn’t concern you.”
Colton prodded T.J. off of his lap, stood up, and faced Bryant. He lowered his chin to let Bryant get a better look at his face. “Stop yelling at the elves,” he said with forced humor. “Or Santa will put you on the naughty list.”
Bryant took a step toward Colton, squaring his shoulders. “Yeah, I’ll tell you what list you can put it on. You can put it on the list that you shove—”
“Bryant,” I said, “will you please just go away. You’re upsetting the children.”
Out in the audience every single eye was riveted on us. The kids had completely lost interest in their presents, and all stared at the guy who was yelling at Santa. Harris and Preeth took off in a fast pace for—I’m not sure where. They hurried into Bloomingdale’s and away from us. Maybe to call for mall security, or maybe just to avoid the ensuing bloodshed.
“Oh, you’re worried about upsetting people?” Bryant flung at me. “Too bad you never worried about upsetting me. You’re nothing but a self-righteous, two-faced, piece of—”
Colton put his hand on Bryant’s shoulder. His baritone voice had a growl to it. “Go. Home. Now.”
Bryant shrugged off Colton’s grip. “Don’t touch me. You don’t own the mall. I’ll say whatever I want to you and your little ho-ho-ho.”
“Bryant,” Colton said, and it was almost his normal voice. Bryant should have recognized him, but still didn’t. Bryant took a step toward me, but before he could reach me, Colton took hold of his arm and pulled him backward.
That’s when Bryant yelled a few words that weren’t appropriate for a room full of elementary students and swung at Colton’s face. I heard a smack and saw Colton’s head jerk back. He took a staggering step backward. His Santa hat nearly fell off, but remained attached to his wig at a drunken angle.
A collective gasp went up from the children, along with two or three shrieks from the girls sitting in the front.
And then in the next moment, Colton convinced me that wrestling is not such a useless skill after all. He grabbed Bryant’s elbow, threw his right arm over Bryant’s head, and in one swift movement pulled him over his hip and to the floor. Bryant struggled to get up, but Colton stayed on top of him, keeping him headlocked and on the ground.
Next to me T.J. let out slow breath. “Santa rocks!”
The girls in the front row clapped, and the kids in the back row all started cheering at once.
Colton said something to Bryant, which made him stop struggling, but I couldn’t hear it for all of the kids applauding. One girl said breathlessly, “I don’t care what my parents say. I’m staying up to see Santa this year.”
“Wait until my mom hears what Santa does to the people on the naughty list!” her friend replied.“