Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2022

CHRISTMAS ROMANCE


A CROSSBOW CHRISTMAS

Loneliness is a hard task master. Can Carina write herself a better Christmas?


You know how it is, life breaks your heart, but you survive. You work at stitching things back together and after a while it begins to seem better. Until sometime in the quiet curve of the day or in the middle stretch of a lonely night, you realize blood is still seeping. Just a little. Seeping out between the stitches. Drowning you in sorrow. 

Carina read what she had written, frowned, then closed the journal. Geez. Talk about a pity party. Even my teenage journal wasn’t this bad. 

Turning the page, she wrote, Dear Lord, please direct me back to my happiness. This pity stuff is pathetic.

She underlined the word pathetic three times for emphasis, then she pushed the pen into the little elastic holder on the side of the journal and stared out the picture window at the still-green grass of the front lawn. 

There had been very little winter in West Texas this year. January, that’s when the freeze will hit. Maybe even February, but not December. Nope, not December. No white Christmas for us. Not in Landon. 

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A CHRISTMAS TO REMEMBER
 
CHRISTMAS ANTHOLOGY 
OF NOVELLAS BY 

BERNADETTE MARIE
ANN SWANN 
AMY L. GALE
S.J. REISNER
JESSICA MEHRING
EMILY BYBEE
EMERSYN KANE



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Wednesday, July 8, 2020

TELEPHONE ROAD ~ Revenge Fiction

Available for Preorder Now through Aug. 4th

Stalked, assaulted, and left for dead, Marlena thinks her life is over. Then she meets Destiny and they decide to take matters into their own hands. For these two, justice has a new meaning. It's called revenge.



Excerpt:
  
The remains of the sunset reflecting across the rippling water drew me to lean down and dip my fingers into the cold, bubbling flow. The sounds lent a storybook feel to the scene. The air was cool and still, fragrant with the loamy, nose-tickling scent of damp earth and fresh water. Multicolored leaves and drifts of pine needles carpeted the ground, softening our steps and turning the whole area into a painter’s fall palette.
I sat cross-legged on the plaid blanket he’d spread. “This is kind of amazing,” I admitted around a mouthful of pizza. “How’d you find it?” 
            Preston looked into the distance. “I spend a lot of time in the woods,” he said. “It’s my refuge. I just needed you to share it with me.” 
            He looked at me and I knew, suddenly and without a shred of doubt, that I had made a huge mistake. His light blue eyes had gone as cold as the water in the creek. 
            I tried not to panic, tried to keep my suspicions in check, but alarm bells clanged inside my head. “It’s really beautiful,” I said. “Thank you for sharing it with me.” I put one hand down to push myself to my feet. “Now I’ve really got to get bac—”
            He grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to remain seated on the blanket. For a moment, I had a ridiculous hope that he was playing, roughhousing the way Jim and I had done. But when he held me there, when his other hand clamped down on my opposite shoulder, when he smashed me backward onto the remains of the pizza, I knew this was no game.
            “Stop!” I cried. “What are you—?”
            His face came closer and closer, his lips questing. 
            I jerked my head from side to side. “Preston, stop! What’re you doing?” 
            His weight pinned me to the blanket, his hard chin dug into the side of my neck. He tried to hold my face still without using his hands.
            “I love you.” His voice had gone as hard and cold as his eyes. “I know you love me, too. I don’t know why you won’t show it.” 
            His lips found mine and he let go of my right shoulder long enough to tangle his fingers into my hair.
            My head was trapped. Anger crashed through my body. I jerked my head aside to get his mouth off mine. Strands of my hair were ripped out of my scalp, but suddenly my hands were fighting, clawing, raking at his face, his clothing, his skin. Anything to get him off me. 
            He tightened his grip on my hair, but his other hand came up holding the campfire lighter. Just as he depressed the trigger to ignite it, my right hand found the wine bottle lying on its side. I wrapped my fingers around the neck of the bottle and swung it through the air, smashing it into the side of his head with as much force as I could muster.

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

HUSH ~ Romantic Suspense by Leanna Sain ~ Preorder Now!


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Hush – by Leanna Sain

She dreams a murder before it happens.
A young woman is strangled while her killer sings the words from the lullaby “Hush, Little Baby.”
Lacey Campbell’s life is full, but not idyllic. As head chef for a chic restaurant and primary caregiver to a mother with Alzheimer’s, she doesn’t have time for the nightmare and at first she tries to deny it. But the next day, she discovers it’s a disturbing reality. When she dreams the second heinous murder she knows it’s time to tell the police.
Detective Ford Jamison is called back to the little coastal town to help with the case and soon notices an alarming trend: the killer is using the lullaby as a “blueprint” to target women who resemble Lacey. This doesn’t slow the killings and now Lacey is afraid to fall asleep at night because the next face she sees in her dream might be her own.
As a hurricane churns ever closer to the little coastal town, danger and suspicion spin out of control. Time is running out. Can they stop the killer before the last verse of the lullaby?

Excerpt:

“Shhh. Don’t worry. No one will bother us here,” he soothed the young woman as he settled her on the porch swing, propping her up with a pillow. “We have all the privacy we’ll need. The shop is closed.”

Terrified dark eyes welled with tears above immobile lips, sending a silent plea, begging him in the only way she could.

He smiled tenderly, and smoothed the tears away with a gloved hand before spreading her dark curls out like a fan over her shoulders, adjusting individual tendrils so they lay just right. “Your hair is one of the reasons I chose you. You have to look the part, you know.” 
“I’m sorry it has to end like this. I really like you, I do, but your role is just a minor one in this play.” He shook his head sadly. “Minor, but important. It sets the stage for the rest of the performance. It’s not your fault, and it’s not personal. It’s just the way it is. There,” he leaned back and cocked his head to the side, surveying his handiwork. “Perfect.” 
Thick foliage of a nearby maple tree kept them mostly in the shadows, but flickering illumination from the corner streetlight spotlighted her face, just like he’d planned, strobing through fluttering leaves, silvering the wet paths tracking down each of her cheeks. He’d arranged her pale limbs into the position he desired, like a life-sized Barbie doll: bendable, pliant. Presentation was everything. 
“Hush, little baby. Don’t say a word,” he whisper-sang under his breath, staring into the frantic gaze below him, eyes that were wide with the silent scream her lips couldn’t muster. His finger stroked along the side of her head, down her long pale neck to the edge of her blouse, arranging the collar just so. “Mama’s going to buy you a mockingbird.” He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his fingers closing around the warm malleable neck, tight, tighter. He continued humming the sing-song tune while his fingers squeezed deep into flesh, bruising, crushing, feeling the rapid throb of pulse grow fainter and fainter, until it stopped altogether. 
When there was nothing left, he blended into the darkness like another shadow. 
Author bio:
Leanna Sain earned her BA from the University of South Carolina, before moving back to the mountains of  NC. Her Southern suspense or “GRIT-lit,” showcases her plot-driven method that successfully rolls elements of best-selling authors Mary Kay Andrews, Nicholas Sparks, and Jan Karon all together, making it her own. She loves leading discussion groups and book clubs. For more information or to contact her, visit: www.LeannaSain.com

Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Hush-Leanna-Sain/dp/1645262502/ref=sr_1_1?

Website and blog: http://leannasain.com


Why I wrote this book:
The idea of a serial killer using the verses of the lullaby, “Hush, Little Baby” as a blueprint for his murders had been banging around in my brain for a while, but it wasn’t until my mother moved into the final stages of Alzheimer’s that I actually started writing it. Watching Mama struggle caused me a lot of pain, anger, confusion and frustration. I needed a way to funnel those emotions. I decided to make my main character’s mother have Alzheimer’s so that we could travel this road together. It was a sort of therapy and it really helped. I was able to weave some of the things my mother said and did right into the story. When Mama died a little over a year ago, I decided that I’d donate my royalties to Alzheimer’s research to honor her. Hopefully, someday soon, they’ll find a cure for this horrible disease so that other families won’t have to go through what mine did.



Saturday, February 3, 2018

AND THE WINNER IS ...


The winner of THE REMAINS IN THE POND is Kaitlyn Lin! 



So the book will be in the mail soon, Kaitlyn. I hope you enjoy it.
And for all of you who have read a good book recently (including any of mine), remember the meme ... reviews are always needed!

Monday, May 4, 2015

A snippet of TAKERS: Apocalypse in Eden Book One

  In the beginning, there was a boy named Jack who felt he was on the verge of becoming ... something. It was the end of eighth grade. The next year would be high school, and everyone knows that's where the memories are made, but first, there was the final eighth grade dance to get through. And here he was, sitting in the basement, procrastinating ... just before the world fell apart.

No one really knew how he really felt about Derencia. He’d worked hard to keep it from Cade, his best friend. Jack wouldn’t have been able to walk the halls without worrying about what Cade might’ve done or said if he’d known.
He gave himself another little shake. Idiot, she’s up there in the gym right now waiting for the crepe paper and here you sit looking at sci-fi stuff like a total dor—
The lights went out.
Jack froze.
Cade’s computer winked off and then came back on. It was plugged into the wall because it was always low on juice, but it had built up a little charge so it was able to stay powered up.
Probably just the wind. It always messes with the power.
Thank goodness I have the laptop’s light.

The following song expresses what Jack is feeling. The fact that it's about a beautiful soul dovetails nicely with the story.




Saturday, November 8, 2014

For a FREE Apocalyptic Horror Novel~Nominate TAKERS


Want a FREE sci/fi horror novel? If you have an Amazon account, just click the link below and read the excerpt from my new novel TAKERS: Apocalypse in Eden Book 1. If you like what you read, click the NOMINATE button to help get it published, then YOU will get a FREE copy when it comes out. https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/2USOQOPJ0OLZ6

Takers is Book 1 in a sci/fi apocalyptic horror story featuring Jack and his best friend, Snake, the deaf pit bull. 
Afterthoughts:
They only want one thing ~ your soul




Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Book Launch~A Heart Not Easily Broken~MJ Kane


Hello again,
Today I'm featuring fellow 5 Prince Author, MJ Kane.  Her debut novel, A Heart Not Easily Broken, launches today!
Read on to learn about her and her novel.  And as usual, don't forget to enter the Books-A-Fire contest to Win a Kindle Fire! Click here to enter: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/c666d44 

And don't forget to send me your pic reading All for Love to be entered in my other contest for a $25 gift certificate--details in the title bar above.



A Heart Not Easily Broken Release date: Sept. 20, 2012
Ebony is a smart, sexy, career-oriented black woman who wants nothing more than a summer fling with a man who challenges her mind and body. What she doesn’t expect is a blond haired, blue-eyed bass player—who won’t take “no” for an answer—to accept the challenge. 

When Ebony’s attempt at a brief fling turns into more, despite negative reactions from friends and family, she finds juggling love, family, and career are nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal she endures. Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and her best friend’s trust. 






M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free.  Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.
No longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t reading a book by one of her favorite authors, she’s battling with her creative muse to balance writing and being a wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her high school sweetheart, four wonderful children, and two pit bulls. MJ can often be found hanging out at the local library where she is director of a local writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and other authors. Other activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral arrangements, assisting her children in their creative pursuits of music and art, and supporting her husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds.


What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories?

I want my readers to understand that no matter what our backgrounds are, or where we are from, someone somewhere is experiencing the same thing that you are, good and bad. What matters most is how we deal with those experiences. Everyone may not have the love and support they need to help them make the decisions best for them. Reading how my characters endure, overcome, and evolve into stronger individuals due to the obstacles I put in their path is what I wish all my readers will learn. The ability to evolve into more is something that is possible in all of us.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Never give up going for your dream, despite what anyone says. Dig deep within yourself to find the courage you need to push through the negativity. Somewhere out there, there is someone else who is going through the same thing.

What’s something fans would find fascinating about you?

I survived a series of strokes in 2006 that nearly killed me. I was in ICU for two weeks, and paralyzed on one side of my body for several days. Every time I meet someone and say that, they think I’m lying. Believe me, I lived through it, it’s not an experience I would make up or wish on anyone! The fact that I have been able to recover and discover a talent for writing and to have gotten published is a blessing. There are many authors out there who have strived to get to this level for years and are still trying. Since surviving the stroke, I’ve learned a lot about me and what I can overcome. That is why I focus on the ability to overcome life’s adversities in my stories. 


Thanks, MJ.  Best of luck with your debut novel.  I know it's going to be very successful!

You can find MJ on social networking sites, sharing writing tips, talking about music, life, and family. She’s always excited to meet new people. Connect with her via the websites below.  Then read on for a sneak peek at the novel!

Author Contact Info:
MJ Kane:


The Butterfly Memoirs Series:

Excerpt from A Heart Not Easily Broken:

The song ended, and I opened my eyes to cheer with the rest of the crowd. I was noticed all right. Various men in my immediate vicinity threw out catcalls and whistles, which were flattering, but the drummer paid me no attention. In fact, no one in the band seemed to notice me, except for one man.
One of the guitar players watched me intently. Astonished, I nearly stumbled in my heels. He was attractive but… he was white, not what I was aiming for. My lips tilted in a small smile before I moved out of his line of sight, placing myself in front of dancers who’d moved closer to the stage blocking my view of the drummer.
The next song played, and again, I tried to get lost in the music. My eyes closed, it was impossible to find my groove again without feeling stalked. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, drawing my attention down the length of the stage and to the guitar player, who once again, watched me with a predatory gleam in his eye. When the song ended, I worked my way back to the bar.  
Neither Yasmine nor Kaitlyn were there.  They must have gone to the bathroom.
“What can I get you, miss?” the bartender asked, interrupting my thoughts.
Music from the loud speakers blasted again, after the MC announced the band was taking a brief intermission.
“Margarita, extra shot of tequila, please.” The bartender nodded and went to fill my order.
“Did you get a load of the blond guitar player? He’s hot!”
My attention turned to a busty brunette who’d taken up temporary residence in the empty seat next to me. I recognized her as being one of the women who’d been dancing next to me. She adjusted her boobs, primping while talking to her friend.
“He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going home with him tonight,” she continued. Her friend giggled.
Good luck. She had a better chance than I did of finding a man tonight.
“Here you go.” The bartender placed a napkin in front of me with my drink.
“I’ve got this,” a deep voice said close to my ear, making me jump. It was incredibly sexy despite the fact it scared me. It also sent a warm tingle down my spine. Intrigued, I turned and found myself face-to-face with the guitar player. The same one my barstool neighbor wanted to go home with.
Any sort of coherent words failed me.