Paying for free eBooks with a Review

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I read an article that said free eBooks are the devil and I must confess the writer is right. It’s the devil because it encourages readers not to pay for books. All they have to do is, wait until there is a promotion where the book will be free and download it.

I admit I’m one of the culprits. But there is a way to make it less of an evil.

Most authors make their books free for a limited amount of time or indefinitely so that they can reach as many readers as possible in an effort to make their name and work known to the reader community. The freebies create a huge dent in the authors and/or publishers wallet because they make minimal or no profit from the work they slaved over just to entertain the many readers worldwide.

This industry is a difficult one to survive in especially for those who depend on book sales to earn a living. And we must congratulate not only the talent but also the dedication these authors have to keep at this. Your review as a reader will influence someone to pay for that book. So pay for your freebies with a review and support these authors.

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The Perfect Crime: A Story of Truth or Fantasy Peter Hindley and Susan Goodsell

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Events have accurately been recorded since the time of Alan’s death; they combine to reveal an intriguing story. Did he die naturally or was he helped in some way? Has a crime or two taken place? Some may think so. Maybe there is a conspiracy; if so how far it may extend is unclear. Nothing is quite as it should be.

This unique book evolves from a simple account to a vast scandalous exposé, a true and topical account showing a fascinating view of human nature, society, and the establishment in the United Kingdom. Many questions are posed for the reader and evidence is laid bare as you take a journey of discovery.

The story and writing style changes drastically as the twists and turns in the narrative expose themselves; ultimately it reaches a logical end, but that is not the end of the story. A sequel is already underway.

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Peter Hindley is a coach to dance competitors and is a jury member for international dance competitions. He left England in 2007 for a new life in France and has been recording events since his brother’s unconventional death in 2002.

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Susan Goodsell, co-author and Peter’s niece, lives in England with her partner and their two now grown-up sons. She spent many years in London before returning to Kent in 1997. The year her father died she began teaching English in a secondary school; now after finishing work, she returns home to begin another shift, as a detective and writer.

How to Contact the Authors:

www.howsafeisawillintheuk.com

www.twitter.com/saphireanimal (Susan)

www.twitter.com/snakehips99 (Peter)

www.facebook.com/AuthorSusanGoodsell

www.facebook.com/peter.hindley

Email for Susan: saphireanimal@aol.com

Email for Peter: snakehips47@yahoo.fr

Excerpt:

We have accurately recorded the events near the time of Alan Hindley’s death, who was a brother to Peter and father of Susan, the two authors of this account, and what followed; they combine to reveal an intriguing story. Did he die naturally or was he helped in some way? Has a crime or two taken place? Some may think so. Maybe there is a conspiracy; my lawyer certainly thought so; how far that conspiracy extends is unclear. We are certain that nothing is quite as it should be. Nevertheless this account shows a fascinating view of human nature, English society and the workings of the establishment in the United Kingdom. The story is so bizarre that it could well be fiction, and that is why I have added “A story of truth or fantasy” to the title. What is frightening is that it is all absolutely true.

The normal formalities that follow a death were not adhered to after Alan’s demise: Why the mandatory procedures were bypassed may not be evident, but during the course of our nine year account they certainly do become evident.

Why did his wife act as she did and who aided her? These and so many other questions will become apparent.

In this case what is certain now is that the will and wishes of the deceased, Alan Edward Hindley of Paignton, Devon, has not been adhered to and the UK law and establishment did nothing to aid its rectification: The laws relating to Wills are fatally flawed and the government is fully aware of that. As named executors we have been denied the right to execute his wishes. You may think this is not possible, but it is, and it has proved to be absolutely legal.

His wife, Wendy, acted as sole executor of her husband’s Last Will and Testament without the other two named executors and we reveal how simple it is to do just that. Why she felt this was necessary will ultimately be disclosed. You will learn how the solemn duty of executing a will can be mal administered in a totally legal way and without fear of retribution.

We have experienced many twists and turns along our path of discovery and these have been reflected in both the different styles and structure of the book. Our journey has taken us to numerous office doors and has led us into the heart of the halls of government, where events have made it very apparent that what we were witnessing was true injustice and unchecked corruption within the United Kingdom. It is for this reason that we felt it necessary to pen our story, to be able to share our account with you and all our other readers, who have been reading an abridged account on the Internet since May 2008; it is very much in the public’s interest to be aware of what can go wrong and does go very wrong daily.

We have been told that Alan died in his home during the evening of 14th March 2002 in more than one place, and all on the same night, the last time anything vaguely like this happened was two thousand years ago (please forgive the last statement, it is not meant to offend); but first a little background information about the family.

 

ThePerfectCrime-FINALAvailable from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Non-Fiction, True Crime, Political

Release Date: May 30, 2013

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-64-6  ISBN 10:1-939217-64-4

Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-63-9  ISBN 10:1-939217-63-6

Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm

Book Grow… the best promoting tool for Indie Authors?

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I hope you are all having a fabulous month.

Wow! the year is really moving! It will be 2014 in no time. Hope you’ve all began ticking off your 2013 bucket list and resolutions 😛

Mine is to get my books noticed more by the reading public.

I just wanted to share this post about Book Grow. Most of the sites I’ve used have not really helped get my books exposure, but I keep pushing forward. As a requirement to get listed in Book Grow, I have to write something about them, all I know is that they offer a number of services to authors to help write, edit, review etc, but I have no personal experience and I am not one to vouch for something I’ve never tried. So I picked a few testimonies from authors who have used the services of this site and hopefully I’ll include my own very soon.

BookGrow has helped catapult four of my books into the top 100 free Kindle chart within 24 hours. My residual sales are huge now!

-Bill Dodd

The Free Book Submission Tool is a godsend. Book submissions used to take me nearly all day and now I can run them all in about 15 minutes. Awesome service. Thanks 🙂

-Samantha Crooms

Using the tools and exchanging likes, reviews and tags on the forum has increased my Kindle revenue by 600%! I recommend BookGrow to all indie authors.

-Lucy Armstong

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I hope these testimonies were enough to make you consider Book Grow for the promoting and writing services. I’ll let you know what I think once I get listed.

I f you have anything to share about Book Grow please share with us!

Praise for Love Forever After and Fatal Jealousy

Hi all!

I hope you are all having a wonderful start of the week.

Mine is going okay, I just hate waking up early on a Monday morning because that means the weekend is over and its time for school again.

Any who… I just want ed to share with you these awesome new reviews for Fatal Jealousy and Love forever After.

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Love Forever After:

‘Love Forever After is sure to touch the heart of any person who has ever loved, more so those who have loved deeply and lost that person too soon. I found myself on a roller coaster ride of emotions from the first page to the last. William and Kristy’s story is a testament to love, and the lengths one will go to to keep that love alive. It is enchanting and haunting, poignant and exhilarating. I am looking forward to the continuation of this series from Author Christina OW. I hope you’ll put this beautiful love story at the top of your to be read list today!’

‘I read Love Forever today. Can you say WOW!!! I was blown away with this book. It was not your typical fairytail love story but took twist and turns that had me going ever which way. It keep you on an emotional rollercoster. Loved this book can’t wait for part 2.’

Fatal Jealousy:

‘This is truly an incredible story written by the amazing Christina OW! With twin sisters, caught up in the madness of love, jealousy and serial killers, Ms. OW has once again written a story that I couldn’t put down! As the FBI’s Behavioral Sciences Unit travels through the minds of serial killers, the twins are caught in between love and madness, a sickness too deep to be imagined. While I was trapped in the story, it was difficult to follow at times as it lacked a smooth transition between scenes. I still have Christina OW as one of my favorite authors to read and review and recommend you read this incredible book!’

‘What an awesome way to plot a novel, sonrisa…Start with two ultimate beauties, twins no less…then add a dash of sexy, action, romance, murder and one FBI agent having to first choose between 3 women…then after choosing, having to save the love he’s chosen and his life and even his career….

Author Christina OW has truly brought out her A game when writing this extremely well put together novel…From the start she truly flows and take you through the pages with such dynamic intrigue…that it leaves you breathless anticipating what’s next….

I recommend this novel to anyone that loves sexy, romance, mystery, action and true detective work….to pick yourself up a copy of this libro/book, sit back buckle your seatbelts and enjoy this amazing ride…WaAr
An Awesomely Amazing Ride!!!!’

‘Let me just say OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am still trying to catch my breath from Fatal Jealousy. That book just literally keep me going like the energizer bunny. I mean I could not put it down. I had to force myself to stop reading and go to bed.

This book is your classic good vs evil but with some twist. Ellie and Ellsa are twins. Ellie the good girl, Ellsa the bad one. This story goes through all of the twist and turns of how one twin has everything and how the other wants it and will do anything and everything to get it. No matter the cost.

Th book blew me away. The twist and turns just keep you going as if you were riding an nonstop rollercoaster. This book was sooooooooo good. I’m generally not a fan of suspence drama but Christina has at least made me one of her books.

The book was awesome. It is well worth the price.’

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments. They go a long way in supporting authors. This kind of support encourages authors to keep writing for you readers and we aim to entertain! 🙂

Reading books is soooo much better than watching TV! 😉

 

Warlock's PawnMake sure to stop by on Thursday for Tara Quan’s guest post. This will be the kick off to her blog tour for her Captive Fate Series!

 

 

 

 

Side Note: HER VENICE AFFAIR is done!

I’ve finally finished writing the first installment of the Albury Affairs series. If there are any readers out there who would love to read and review it (3 weeks) before i query it for publishing, inbox FB page

Blurb:
Riana and Reno Albury came to America with their mother Cora Davis who ran away from her New Providence home after she was confronted by her lover’s wife.

After their mother’s death and Reno’s deportation, Riana is left alone in NYU. Life seems to only gets worse when she finds her roommate and her boyfriend having sex in her bed. Distraught and tired of always being the good girl, she takes a billionaire up on his offer to go to Venice with him.

What could possibly go wrong?

Christine Steendam…. Heart Like An Ocean

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Heart like An Ocean

Christine Steendam

 

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Historical

Release Date: February 7, 2013

Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-29-5 10: 1-939217-29-6

Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-32-5 10: 1-939217-32-6

Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm

 

Christine Steendam Bio:christine

Christine has been writing stories since she could put pen to paper and form words. Now, many years later, her debut novel is scheduled to be released and her second book is in the works.

Christine has spent the better half of her life owning and working with horses, and these four legged companions often find their way into her stories. After all, no work of women’s fiction would be complete without a horse or two (in Christine’s opinion at least).

She currently makes her home in the center of the world—no, really. Look at an atlas.

PUBLIC AUTHOR CONTACT INFO:

http://chrissteen.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/ChrisSteen1991

https://www.facebook.com/authorchristine.s

kcsteendam@gmail.com

 

Heart like An Ocean:

In a society where she doesn’t belong, Senona Montez, a strong-willed and free-spirited hlowoman refuses to follow the path expected of a Don’s only child.

On the eve of her marriage to a stranger, she saddles her horse and flees everything she knows, only to discover the petty concerns of society did not prepare her for the harsh life on the open sea. She finds an unlikely protector in a reckless privateer, Brant Foxton.

Straddling the worlds of independence and privilege in 1600’s Europe, this captivating man challenges her in ways she never thought possible, shows her what living to the fullest really means, and allows her to follow her heart wherever it leads.

 

Heart Like An Ocean Excerpt:

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Senona looked around the room full of swirling dresses of so many shapes and colors. It was like a dream and left her overwhelmed and unable to tear her eyes away. Tonight she was a princess in her new dress with her hair curled, cascading in loose waves down her back. Tonight she was perfect.

Browsing the room, this time in search of familiar faces, Senona spotted Caton Amador, and Isidro Amato. The boys, although older, were her friends and a welcome relief to the overwhelming nature of her surroundings. She made her way around the perimeter of the room in their general direction.

Isidro was never very serious about anything and enjoyed teasing Senona, which annoyed her to no end. Caton was much more subdued and quiet, at least around her. Although they were not as close as they once had been, the families remained good friends, and the three of them spent many hours riding around the countryside or playing games in the garden. When they were younger, Isidro and Caton had been her constant companions, helping her sneak out of tea with their Madres or rescuing her from lessons with her tutor. Now they never voluntarily saw each other, but due to their families’ relationship, they found themselves together often enough.

“Senona, my Chica! You are a picture of beauty, as always,” boomed Isidro’s obnoxious and teasing voice.

Caton turned to look at the young girl. “Leave her alone, Isidro.”

“Come on, Caton. She’s glad to see us.”

Caton frowned but said nothing, turning his attention back to the pretty girl standing next to him. Isidro seemed to accept that as permission to continue, and he smirked mockingly at Senona, beckoning her. The small flock of girls that surrounded the two boys giggled, causing her to blush and become hesitant and uncomfortable. She had never seen the boys in this environment, and she quickly questioned her decision that she belonged with them.

“It’s okay, Isidro. I just wanted to say hello.”

“Well then, run along. There must be some of your friends around.”

Senona forced a smile and turned to Caton. “Hello, Caton.”

He barely acknowledged her with a brief glance and nod in her direction, and then returned to ignoring her. Unsure of how to deal with Caton’s rejection, she walked away, her eyes burning with angry tears that threatened to spill over. Why was he being so rude? Not even so much as a hello, as if he were embarrassed to be associated with her.

As she pushed her way through the crowd, she heard one of the girls laugh. “Caton, I do believe you hurt her feelings.”

Caton’s deep, unmistakable chuckle cut through the din and his voice was all she heard. “She’s a silly, strange girl. I would rather not encourage her.”

Senona expected this behavior from Isidro, but from Caton? She had always thought he was honest and simple, but his actions tonight had shown her otherwise. She had been a fool to think that these older boys were her friends.

Escaping into the shadows, she hid from the sneering glances and mocking laughter that seemed to follow her wherever she went. She had thought that tonight would be different, but nothing had changed. She was just a strange little girl.

The night was a blur, a blur of swirling skirts and obnoxious voices. To nearly everyone she was invisible. Even her Madre and Padre, who had never been overly affectionate towards their daughter, seemed to have completely forgotten her existence. But that wasn’t so different from normal. They weren’t very affectionate people ever, even towards each other.

At the end of the night, Senona lay in bed, her new dress hanging in her wardrobe, mocking her. She had realised tonight how far she fell from society’s standards, her own parents’ standards. Any illusion she had of being a princess, of being perfect for one night had been shattered. But that didn’t really bother her. The truly odd thing was that she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. Perhaps she didn’t have to be that way. Perhaps now she had the freedom to do as she wanted. It wasn’t as if anyone cared about her anyway. She was just a strange little girl.

A Heart Broken By Sara Barnard

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.combooks@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction/Historical/Romance

Release Date: January 11, 2013

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-24-0

Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-25-7

Purchase link :www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm

A Heart Broken

How much grief can a heart bear before being tested to the ultimate limit?  The War is over, Charlotte and Sanderson are reunited, and life is good … until the Army comes knocking.  They have charged Sanderson with the murder of his former captor, the despicable Lieutenant Lantz who swore to kill him and Jackson. After a make-believe trial, Sanderson is sentenced to “hang by the neck until dead” – unless he can track down and kill the notorious outlaw William Quantrill with the help of SGT Jerry Thomas, who still may be in love with Charlotte.  While Sanderson is on his blood mission, Charlotte miscarries the baby he wasn’t even aware existed.  In addition to battling her grief over the loss of their unborn baby, Charlotte must also battle a rash of hydrophobia that threatens the countryside –Sanderson included.

Bio for Sara Barnard:

Sara Barnard, author of the historical fiction series, An Everlasting Heart, has been reading children’s books her whole life. First, she read then as a child then she read them to her four beautiful children! Sara has her Bachelor’s degree in history, has had her work included in numerous anthologies, and has written several other books to date. Sara and her family make their home in the historic hills of Oklahoma along with their three dogs, three cats, and eight chickens.

Author Contact Info:

www.sarabarnardbooks.com is Sara’s website

sarathreesuns.blogspot.com is where she occasionally blogs about life as a Mommy of four and wife to a Drill Sergeant.

@TheSaraBarnard on Twitter

www.facebook.com/sara.barnard6 on Facebook

sarathreesuns@gmail.com

Excerpt from A Heart Broken:

“Don’t die till we get to have some fun, girl.” Samuel’s whiskey-ruined voice was hot in Charlotte’s ear. Somewhere behind her, Dean’s maniacal laughter pulsated with cruelty. The Bowie knife grew closer to her face, but with her arms lashed behind her, Charlotte could only watch in helpless terror as the promise of death drew nearer.

“Sanderson!” she screamed, just before the icy blade met the skin of her neck.

“I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Sanderson murmured into her hair. His arm, muscled and tanned, tightened around her middle. His voice was thick with sleep. “Was it that dream again?”

She sat up and traced the knife scar at the base of her neck. The air was crisp in their loft and a rash of goose bumps immediately cropped up on her exposed skin. “It was one of them. The knife one. I always wake up before they kill me, but I swear,” Charlotte shook her head to clear the nightmare from her mind, “it gets scarier every time.”

“They’ll get worse before they get better.” Sanderson propped himself up on an elbow and ran his hand down her thigh before continuing, “Mine are pretty bad right now, too. But when I wake up and look at you, I know I’m home.”

She returned his mischievous smile.

“We’ve been through a lot these past few years. Figure it’ll take our brains a little while to catch up with our bodies. The bad dreams are just our way of getting there, as I see it.” He twined his fingers through hers. “You know how I know that I’m really home?” He tugged her down close.

“How’s that?”

“I can do this.” With his free hand, he cupped the side of her face. That familiar spark blazed to life within her chest before their lips met. She closed her eyes. Softly, his kiss found her cheek, then her lips. Trembling, she let herself be taken over by her husband’s sensual caress.

“Wait, what about Minerva? Won’t she hear us?” Charlotte’s eyes were still closed. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if they’d been right to offer Minerva and baby Jay Jay their extra room. Certainly, having an empty house in moments such as these would be optimal. She pushed the thought away as quickly as it had come. Minerva was her sister-in-law, and she couldn’t imagine everyday life without tiny Jay Jay. After all, she had brought him into the world and only Aunt Charlotte could calm him down deep in those colicky nights.

Sanderson’s breath was warm in her ear, “They went out early this morning.”

Satisfied that they were alone and talk time was over, Charlotte met Sanderson’s kiss with passionate ferocity. His skin, roughened by time spent in Alton Confederate Prison, glided against hers naturally, like water over smooth river pebbles.

Finally, my love is home. I’m complete as long as he is near.

The front door squeaked open, and Minerva’s voice wafted upstairs. “Jay Jay, such a fussy boy today. Come, I’ll feed you in our room.”

Quietly, Sanderson tucked the rose-patterned quilt up over their heads as Charlotte stifled a giggle. “We were alone,” she mouthed.

He kissed the tip of her nose.

Minerva’s door clunked shut, and baby Jay Jay’s threatening whimpers ceased a moment later.

Charlotte flung back the covers. “Maybe we can continue this tonight?”

“As you wish, Mrs. Redding.”

A pounding at the door tore their gazes from each other.

“Who in the world would come calling this early in the morning?” Charlotte wondered aloud.

“I’ll get it,” Sanderson called, pulling on his britches. His voice echoed in their quaint, stone cottage.

“I’m closer,” Minerva answered. “Jay Jay is too tired to sleep.” She clomped across the floor with the infant nestled in the crook of her arm.

Charlotte peered over the edge of the loft. “Good morning, Minerva. Is Jay Jay ready for his Aunt Charlotte?”

Si, he is.” Minerva smiled and rested her hand on the doorknob. “We picked some carrots this morning. Let’s make a stew tonight.” She hefted the door open.

An unfamiliar voice boomed, “Captain Sanderson Redding!”

Sanderson froze, his shirt only half buttoned. The cold fingers of fear squeezed Charlotte’s stomach until bile rose into her throat.

“Um, ah, um,” Minerva stammered. Jay Jay began to wail again.

Charlotte dashed to the window. “Soldiers! They’re everywhere Sanderson!” She whirled, eyes wide. “Can we make it to the cave underneath Sunshine Rock where I hid from the Yankees?”

He inched to the wall and peeked out the window. Reaching out to Charlotte, he pulled her close. “There’s no way. They’re even in the trees. Every rifle out there is trained on our house, just waiting for me to make a run for it.”

“We know he’s in there, so cough him up before we come in and search the place!”

Sanderson started toward the ladder.

“No! Please, we have to try!” Hysteria was threatening to overwhelm Charlotte to such an extent that she didn’t feel like herself at all. “Please!”

“I have to turn myself in, for all our sakes. We don’t know who pointed them our way, or even why they’re here.” He began to climb down, so Charlotte started after him. She grasped the rungs and rested her head against them. Her stomach lurched and her knees threatened to give way.

Sanderson plucked her from the ladder. She clasped his hand, and they stepped to the door together. Minerva moved behind them, the baby whimpering in her arms. Their eyes met for a moment.

“Captain Sanderson Redding?” An Army officer in blue stepped forward, a scroll in his hands.

“Good morning, gentlemen. How can I help you?” Sanderson’s voice was cool and ever polite, but his grip tightened on her hand. Charlotte tried to count the soldiers, but more kept appearing from the woods.

“Captain Redding, on behalf of the United States of America, I hereby charge you with the murder of Lieutenant Robbinson Lantz.” Sanderson’s eyes widened. “Also got a list of other lesser crimes, but they don’t really matter since you gonna hang for murder anyway.”

Also Writer of 5 Prince Publishing’s first children’s book Chunky Sugars

 

Soul Mind By Doug Simpson

The Dacque Chronicles

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Book 1 Soul Awakening

Soul Rescue - Doug Simpson

Book 2 Soul Recue

Book 3 Soul Mind

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.combooks@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction/General/Christian/Fantasy/Romance/Paranormal/Ghost/Visionary & Metaphysical

Release Date: January 10, 2013

Digital ISBN ISBN 13:978-1-939217-26-4 10:1939217261

Print ISBN ISBN 13: 978-1-9-939217-27-1  10:193921727x

Purchase link :www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm

Soul Mind

Dacque LaRose, a genuine good-guy and Good Samaritan, was accustomed to being visited by and communicating with disembodied spirits as he carried out his occasional assignments received from the Heavenly Powers. His latest spirit visit went miles beyond anything he would have ever imagined. The spirit of a former acquaintance and recent murder victim joined Dacque one morning on his favorite park bench and asked him to assist in solving his murder as the local authorities were getting nowhere, through no fault of their own but due to a lack of any substantial evidence in the case.

Dacque had absolutely no idea how he could be of assistance in solving a murder, but he was accustomed to receiving his Heavenly assignments one installment at a time so he knew the steps he would be expected to follow would appear in due course.

Dacque’s new assignment proved exciting and educational as the spirit of the murdered acquaintance gladly explained to Dacque and his detective friend the inner workings of the Soul Mind or subconscious mind.

 

Excerpt from Soul Mind:

Dacque LaRose exited from the 7th Street Apartment Complex, on the chilly Monday morning in January, and walked north on 7th Street. He preferred to take morning walks, as often as he could, unless there was a specific reason to alter this routine, such as accommodating the schedule of a walking companion. On the days that he walked alone, and had no urgent errands to attend to, in order to spice-up his morning journeys he developed a routine where he alternated his starting direction between north and south. Walking east and west were not options, at least when he left his apartment complex. Sunday morning had been a south day, making Monday a north day.

Part two of Dacque’s walking regimen incorporated his desire to walk continuously, as in without stopping, on his outward journey. To achieve this in the small, southern city of Anywhere, he allowed the street lights and stop signs to direct his destinations. If he faced a red light, he went left or right. A stop sign gave him the third option of continuing ahead, if traffic permitted. There were days when he stubbornly circled the same block a time or two, before he was able to eventually escape through a green light, but he achieved his goal of not stopping.

On this chilly Monday morning Dacque encountered his first red light at Olive Avenue, so he crossed 7th on the green and continued west along Olive until he was faced with a another red light at 10th Street. He chose to cross Olive on the green light and go north again, but before he was half way across the light turned yellow. Dacque hot-footed it to the curb, and then crossed 10th Street on the green light. He loved it when the traffic signals led him into this section of the city. By choice, Dacque turned north and walked along the west side of 10th street, catching a green light at Lime Avenue. One of the most beautiful spots in the city of Anywhere, in his opinion anyway, was MacDunnah Park, located at the corner of 10th Street and Lime Avenue. Dacque entered the park at the south-east corner and took the East Path north to the Central Path, where he caught the Central Circle Path.

The Central Circle Path, as its name implied, circled the center of the Park where many park benches and the most-beautiful flower gardens were located, at least in the seasons when they were in bloom. Dacque stopped, not because he was tired, but because he came upon what he and Dani Christian, a good friend and sometimes walking partner, referred to as ‘our bench,’ as it was on this bench that they had first met almost a year earlier when he was directed by the little voice he sometimes heard in his ear from the other side, or one of God’s messengers as he liked to believe. Now, whenever Dacque or Dani, together or alone, passed by ‘our bench,’ they always stopped and sat for a few minutes in silent meditation. There is a story that goes with this routine, obviously, but it will keep for another day.

After a five to ten minute period of silent meditation on ‘our bench,’ Dacque opened his eyes and his heart skipped more than a beat when he saw Rolland Jones sitting on the other end of the bench. What made this event so startling was the fact that Rolland Jones had died two months previously as the result of a swift blow to the head from an old tire iron wielded by a yet unidentified servant of the Devil. Dacque caught his breath and regained his composure, in rather short order. This was not the first time that he had encountered a departed spirit, which made the initial shock easier to neutralize. “Hello, Rolland,” Dacque said, “I am truly pleased to see you again.”

“Hello, Dacque,” Rolland’s spirit responded. “It looks like you won the ‘survival of the soul’ debate we were involved in a few months ago.”

Dacque could not refrain from laughing no matter how hard he tried. “I am sorry about that, but it was impossible to stifle it. I am sure you know that I truly wish I could have won the debate in some way other than this way, believe me.”

“Don’t feel too bad,” Rolland’s spirit replied. “I know, now, that it was simply my time to go. Karma can be a bugger, sometimes. Please tell Daphne that you saw me, and that I want her to get on with her life as best she can. Our time together is over, at least in her current lifetime, but I suspect that our souls will decide to incarnate together again in the future as we apparently have some unresolved issues to deal with. She was the determined believer in reincarnation, as you know perfectly well, so I suspect that she will be delighted to hear that I am still around, so to speak.”

“I will do that,” Dacque assured him.

“I dropped in to visit you today, to ask for your assistance in finding my murderer. The police are getting nowhere with the case, at least at this point in time. It’s not really their fault. The culprit who clobbered me with the tire iron did not leave them a lot of useful clues. The police may be barking up all of the wrong trees. That’s where you come in.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“Time will answer that for us. For starters though, will you see if you can come up with a connection or contact to the police investigation? We both understand that you cannot just walk into the cop-shop and tell them that the departed spirit of the victim told you who the probable murderer was, so we will need to work on this one step at a time.”

“Your logic is good. I’m not acquainted with any of the local police officers, but I do know a couple of people who might have some connections. Let me work on it and see if I can locate your contact for you,” Dacque replied. “I suspect that you realize that many people are unable to see spirits. For some reason, God has seen fit to bless me with the ability to see and communicate with spirits, but I would guess that I am part of a rather small minority there. Do you have any knowledge, now that you are in spirit form again, whether our police contact will be able to see and communicate with you, or will you expect me to be your go-between with this contact person throughout the investigative process?”

“As you obviously know, Dacque, I am rather new to the spirit world on this go-around, but I do have the priceless benefit of my soul memory from all of my past experiences in your world as well as here in the spirit world. Apparently the level of soul development of each human’s soul determines their abilities to communicate with us on this side. I am probably not telling you anything that you are not already aware of as I knew from our conversations, while in body, that your soul was developed sufficiently to be able to see and talk to us. So, to answer your question, the soul development of our contact will be the primary determinant as to whether this individual will be able to communicate with me directly, or whether we will require you to be our translator or go-between.”

“I understand completely,” Dacque assured Rolland’s spirit. “Is there anything else that I should be aware of at this time?”

“I don’t think so, but I am still slowly getting used to existing in spirit form again, and I am not certain if I have reacquired my entire spiritual abilities earned through previous experiences. I know my soul memory seems to be complete, but my soul reasoning may be a little out of practice. I’ll keep in touch,” the spirit of Rolland Jones, replied, and then disappeared.

 

Center Stage Keller Family Series Book 4 By Bernadette Marie

Center Stage

John Forrester is a simple man whose never needed more than his work, his truck, and a small apartment with his flat screen TV. After a bad breakup with his ex-wife John swore he’d never get married again and has done his best to keep to himself. But one woman always creeps into his mind—Arianna Keller.

 

Arianna Keller had an amazing career, center stage on Broadway. However, her run in New York is over and circumstances have forced her back home to Nashville, Tennessee.

 

The relationship John and Arianna have forged over the years as friends has always had a romantic spark, which has been ignored. Now they are working together to restore an old theater and their desire for each other can no longer be denied.

 

It’s only a matter of time before sparks ignite into a passionate fire. But Arianna is keeping a secret which threatens to destroy more than her relationship with John—it threatens the lives of the entire Keller family.

Books in the Keller Family Series THE EXECUTIVE’S DECISION, A SECOND CHANCE, OPPOSITE ATTRACTION

 

Excerpt from Center Stage:

Arianna pushed down on the suitcase and forced the zipper to close. The rest of her apartment was packed and ready for movers, but she’d need all her clothes before her belongings arrived in Tennessee.

She looked around her small, New York apartment. It had been a good home to her for the past decade. She’d accomplished everything she’d wanted. When she’d moved there, it was to try her hand on the stages of Manhattan. She’d played in some dives and had worked her way up to leads on Broadway. She had a few commercials to her credit and had graced a few TV shows as an extra, but her love was still on stage. But now it was time to go home, back where her family was. Something would come together for her there. It always did.

Arianna looked at her watch. She had barely enough time to get to the airport. If there were any accidents backing up traffic, she’d miss her flight.

Her brother-in-law, Zach, had called and said her sister Regan had gone into labor with the couple’s second baby. She figured she’d arrive just in time to get to hold the bundle of joy. Then in a few more weeks, her brother, Curtis, and his fiancée, Simone, would have their first child. She knew moving back to Tennessee was right, and getting to spoil new nieces and nephews was reason enough to be closer to home.

 

The flight had been miserable. Leaving New York in a January snowstorm always meant delays and aggravation. It was almost eight o’clock at night by the time the flight landed two hours late. Carlos would be livid if he’d been waiting at the airport the entire time.

She made it to baggage claim, retrieved her two pieces of luggage, and then scanned the area for her brother. There was no sign of him, or any member of her family, anywhere.

“I thought I’d missed you,” the familiar voice behind her said.

She spun quickly to find John Forrester, Zach’s most trusted building foreman, standing there.

“Missed me? Were you looking for me?”

“I have been sent to pick you up. Carlos and Madeline ended up with Tyler for the night.”

Arianna narrowed her stare on him when he’d commented about her nephew. “I thought Mom was watching him while the baby was born.”

“Well, it seems as though your family is going to grow quite a bit tonight. Regan is still in labor, and Curtis just took Simone in. She’s having her baby today, too.”

Arianna gasped. “Simone isn’t due for two more weeks.”

“Babies come when babies want to, and Emily thought she’d better be there for Simone.” He picked up her suitcases, one in each hand. “C’mon, my truck isn’t too far.”

Who would have thought she’d get to be there for the birth of both babies in one night. God had blessed the Keller family—that was for sure. Carlos and Madeline’s kids were teenagers, and in the next few years, they would be off on adventures of their own. Eduardo, their eldest, was already working for Zach after school. Christian, their second son, was an all-star athlete—baseball, she thought. And Clara, well, Clara was a girl after her own heart. She was an accomplished musician on the acoustic guitar. And, boy, could that girl sing.

Regan and Zach’s son, Tyler, was as anxious as any sixteen-month-old child could be for a new sibling. But Arianna figured he’d need the most spoiling from her to make everything just right.

As for her, she’d never wanted children. It just hadn’t been in her plans. Her career had always been more important. She came and went as she wanted, carried on in any fashion she saw fit, and, of course, traveled the world.

But now Nashville, Tennessee called her back home. Perhaps she could share her talent with the world in some other way.

John led her to his truck in the adjoining parking lot. She was comfortable with John, she thought, as she walked behind him. They had been each other’s dates to both of Carlos’s weddings last year, and they had hit it off, as friends of course. They might have hit it off more, but he was very conscious of their age difference, even though she wasn’t worried about the thirteen years between them. His ex-wife had burned him badly ten years ago, and it was clear he didn’t trust any woman.

Not that she’d been looking for a man, but she often thought if John hadn’t been so worried about everything, they might have had something. As it was, they could keep each other’s company comfortably. Coming home with all her brothers and her sister being married, that might just be what she needed—someone to keep her company.

John’s truck was probably one of the most beat up pickup trucks she’d ever had the displeasure of riding in, and she’d been born and raised in Tennessee—she knew bad pickup trucks. But that was John’s character. If it still worked, there was no need to replace it.

He backed out of the parking lot and headed toward the highway. Also common with John, he didn’t have much to say unless you started the conversation.

“So, how is the construction business?” she asked.

“Zach keeps me busy. That’s for sure.”

“I’ll bet. Do you think he’ll take some time off after the baby is born?”

John laughed. “Sure he will. He will work from his office at home.”

Arianna followed suit and laughed too. That sounded like her brother-in-law.

She watched as John merged lanes. His tanned skin showed the many years that he’d worked in the elements. The deep lines around his eyes never made him look old, she thought, only distinguished. Arianna liked her men distinguished. Age on a man had never bothered her. Oh, if her parents knew about some of the men she’d dated in New York, they certainly might have had an opinion on the matter.

She must be feeling the pang of needing someone to connect with, she decided, because the thought of running her fingers through John’s salt and pepper shaded hair was almost irresistible. But she denied herself the pleasure. He probably wouldn’t take too kindly to the lunatic sister-in-law of his boss making a move on him.

 

The long flight and drive out to the hospital must have worn her out more than she’d thought. She woke to John’s hand on her arm.

“We’re here. If you hurry, you might not miss the show.”

She rubbed her eyes. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“Not my place to be. But I’ll drop your bags off for you. I assume you’re staying at your place?”

She nodded. One of the perks of keeping your house when you moved away, especially if you knew you’d be back. “Yes. Of course.”

“That was a sound business decision to keep the house and rent it out. Benson, Benson, and Hart keep good care of it.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything different. I know I have a renter in the basement, too. Hope they don’t make too much noise. I’m a day sleeper.”

John smiled. “Oh, he’s a good guy. He won’t bother you.”

Arianna nodded and looked up at the hospital where her brother worked as an emergency room doctor. “Guess I’d better go meet the newest members of this crazy family.” She slid across the seat and placed a kiss on John’s unshaven cheek. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll take you out for pizza and a beer.”

“Never could turn down a woman who offered up pizza and beer.”

She opened the door and climbed out. He was just her kind of man.

The waiting room was full of Kellers, including Carlos and Madeline, who held a sleeping Tyler.

Carlos stood and greeted her with a hug when she walked into the room. “I thought you were babysitting him so he didn’t have to hang out here.”

“C’mon, what’s better than meeting your baby brother or sister in the middle of the night and knowing this is the kid you get to beat on for the rest of your life?”

Arianna laughed as Clara rushed over and hugged her. “Auntie, I have a new song for you. I wrote it myself.”

“And I bet it’s the best song ever.”

Arianna pulled her niece to her side. This was just what she’d needed—her family.

 

John opened the door to Arianna’s house. He supposed he’d have to relinquish his key now that she was home. He shut the door and carried her bags to the bedroom at the top of the stairs. He didn’t open the door. He knew it was empty, but still, it was her bedroom.

The house was dark and quiet; he’d miss that too. There hadn’t been a renter upstairs for months; he’d had the house to himself. Oh, he kept to himself downstairs in the little apartment in the basement, but he’d enjoyed using the front door access and the kitchen from time to time. There was a grill on the back porch, which offered the perfect view of the sunset. He was sure Arianna wouldn’t mind him cooking a steak or two for her, just for access to the porch.

John grabbed a beer from the refrigerator as he passed through the kitchen. He figured he’d better get his plugged in downstairs. It had been a saver on electricity since the one he had in his kitchen was old, and Arianna’s kept the beer colder.

He started down the stairs to his little apartment. The door locked from her side, which kept the renters out of the house. He’d taken liberty with that since the house was empty, but certainly he wouldn’t disrespect that rule when she came back home.

His small apartment was just the right size. He was a simple man who didn’t need much—and who didn’t have much since his ex-wife took everything he’d ever had. Ten years after she’d left him for another man, he still wondered what he’d ever seen in her. Well, he’d never make that mistake again. Women just weren’t worth it. Most women, he corrected himself. His mind had been preoccupied with one woman in particular for months. And now he faced the dilemma of knowing she’d be living only feet from him.

The last thing he wanted was a relationship—platonic or just sexual. Relationships had never brought him anything but grief.

John sat down on his Lazy Boy recliner and turned on his big screen, flat panel TV. A man had to have his luxuries. He pulled from his imported beer and thought life was good.

But only a moment later, his mind wandered to Arianna. With her hair piled atop her head, her eyes dark from lack of sleep, and her ripped jeans, she’d still stirred him up more than he’d have liked.

Beer and pizza sounded like a great idea, but he wouldn’t take her up on the offer until he knew they’d cemented their relationship as landlord/renter and friends—only friends.

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ILONA THE HUN TRIOLOGY By Erika M Szabo #2

 Secrets Revealed is the second by of the Ilona the Hun Triology by Erika Szabo. It continues Ilona’s story from book 1 Birthright Bestowed
Secrets Revealed
Ilona’s story is provocative, rich in characters and detail that bring a lost world to life, a journey to treasure and remember. In book one Ilona is a lonely doctor discovering her rich tribal heritage and birthright to become a Healer. The barrier created by her insecurity kept others out, but also kept her caged in. She has to break the barriers to discover her true identity. She discovers growing magical abilities within her in the strange world of the Huns, which are beyond her wildest dreams. She can use her given gifts for absolute good or absolute evil; the choice is up to her. Ilona’s birthright as a Healer runs alongside her desires as a woman. She’s secretly and hopelessly in love with her best friend, he seems oblivious to her feelings. Fate brings Zoltan into her life. Will he break her heart, or will he bring true happiness? Ilona is hoping for a red tulip, the symbol of devoted love. Who will offer it to her? She discovers some secrets the Hun society is concealing, a society that is secretive and complex, with strict and fiercely enforced ancient rules; revealed to only those who come of age. Ilona is a rebel, who is determined to control and guide her own life. Resourceful and daring, she crosses the line and breaks those rules. She must face the consequences and has to fight for her men; both of them disappear from the face of the earth. She acquires magical abilities beyond her dreams to find and save them. Ilona has been evacuated from her easy and steady life. She is happy, but she still has many doubts. She hates that she has to hide in the past from a faceless enemy, however enjoys meeting her ancestors.

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ILONA THE HUN TRIOLOGY By Erika M Szabo

Erika M Szabo is a Hungarian born American; she lives in the beautiful Catskill Mountains. She has a PhD in Alternative Medicine; she published a few books in this subject. Erika loves the art of healing; however, writing about dry medical facts doesn’t satisfy her thirst for storytelling. The ancient history of the Huns always fascinated her, it is full of holes, mysteries and speculations; there are only a few written facts about them besides their legends. Erika used her fertile imagination to fill the historical voids in the story of Ilona. She raises questions such as – What if healing by touch could be possible? – What if we could find a soul mate no matter the obstacles? – What if we could visit our ancestors on a whim? – What if our destiny is not written in stone and we can create our future?

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Ilona the Hun Trilogy, Book One

Birthright Bestowed

Ilona is an emergency room doctor, born into an ancient Hun tribe which still exists hidden amongst us with its strict and fiercely enforced rules. She doesn’t know much about her Hun heritage besides legends, customs and rituals that she continues out of respect for her parents whose sudden death ten years before devastated her. She plays her tune on her birthday given to her by her grandmother.  Elza – Ilona’s housekeeper – explains, the purpose of the tune is to let the elders know she had come to age. Her mother didn’t have a chance to explain her inherited powers, but after her 29th birthday when she is considered as an adult by Hun standards, she begins to remember the forgotten instructions concealed as rhymes her mother was teaching her since she was a small child. Ilona discovers she can heal with her bare hands; she can rearrange the human body to its healthy state. This ability is exciting as well as frightening. She is conflicted between having confidence in her intelligence and inherited abilities while having no confidence as a woman. Her insecurity created barriers which keep others out, and I also keep her caged in. She’s been in love with her unsuspecting best friend Bela, when a dashing stranger explodes into her life. The sudden magnetic feeling frightens her and discovering evil in him doesn’t help either. A sinister dark man appears, Ilona connects his presence with the series of mysterious deaths around her. Zoltan saves her life by jeopardizing his, which prompts Ilona to start fitting the puzzle pieces together and discovering the ancient tribal secrets that not only can change her future but the future existence of the Huns as well.

Excerpt from Birthright Bestowed:

I was holding Teddy deep in thoughts, absentmindedly stroking his soft artificial fur. He was my favorite childhood toy, stuffed to perfect softness. Suddenly I felt something piercing the side of my neck. The sharp pain made me jump, and I let out a muted cry. I touched the skin over my carotid arteryand I felt warm wetness. A drop of blood glistened on my fingertips when I looked at my hand.I almost dropped Teddy feeling alarmed when I noticed that my fingers begun to glow as if a bright red light was turned on from the inside. At the same time I felt something scurrying from the side of my neck toward my chest. I reached up and swept my neck and chest jumping up in disgust. Crap! It must have been a bug or a spider. The damned thing bit me! I looked down on my chest and kept sweeping my clothes frantically looking for the bug.

A sudden swirling sensation took me by surprise and I grabbed the side of the ottoman to steady myself while everything began to fade around me. I tried to find a focus point to decrease the sudden vertigo, and then brought my eyes down to Teddy. I noticed with climbing alarm that his eyes took on a strange red glow. His eyes seemed alive; they bore into my insides and the intense glow kept me frozen.I’m hallucinating ran through my mind. I tried to turn away, yet I couldn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t even blink. I was scared, never having felt such primal fear before. I felt my heart racing and my breath came in little puffs as I felt cold beads of sweat on my forehead. I knew it was adrenaline flooding my body triggered by the sudden fright, but I was afraid it might have been some poison from the bite as well.

The strange sensation and hallucination stopped as quickly as it started. My hands felt and looked normal and I became rational in an instant and sat there, feeling obtuse, wondering what had just happened. The whole sensation lasted only for seconds, yet it frightened me a great deal not knowing what caused it.

I came in here hoping to find answers, and I found more questions.I didn’t find out anything! I thought angrily.

The only insight I got was being scared out of my mind.I couldn’t sit there anymore. I felt suffocated; I had to get out in the open. I left Teddy on the ottoman and opened the door carefully, peering out. Something seemed to pull me back, a vague feeling, as if I was missing something. I fingered the Turul bird medallion absentmindedly, feeling its smoothness and warmth. I realized I had searched everywhere but inside the ottoman. I grabbed the seat and tried to pull it up. There was a soft metallic click and then the top opened abruptly.

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