Thursday, October 27, 2016

Dana Wayne

Presenting the highly recommended Secrets of the Heart ...

“One of the most endearing books I have read lately, one to reread over and over again and highly recommended.” Marichus Real

“This book had it all, humor, suspense, love…made it impossible to put down!” Amanda P.

“Her writing is absolutely wonderful and the story very realistic and entertaining.” Nancy F.

“I fell in love with Tori and Wade…they are officially my favorite characters…this book captivates you from the beginning.” Leigh Ann

“I took this book on vacation for my beach reading and finished it halfway there…I definitely recommend this story for lovers of romance.” Abookanight

Secrets of the Heart
Dana Wayne

Print Length: 246 pages

Publisher: BookBaby; 1 edition (June 21, 2016)
Publication Date: June 21, 2016
Language: English


Emotionally scarred by personal tragedy, Tori Morgan needs to get away from Houston and figure out what to do with her life. Seeking refuge and time to think, she accepts a position at a remote ranch in Montana. Firmly convinced love happens once in a lifetime, she resigns herself to being alone.

Her new boss is the first complication in her plan. Mesmerized by his voice on the phone, she arrives at their first meeting with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

And rightfully so. Six feet four inches of man capped off with a potent sexuality that makes clear thinking difficult, Wade McBride wreaks havoc on her emotions from the start. To make matters worse, she discovers she must pretend to be his fiancée for the sake of her new patient.

Wade needed a nurse for his mother but got more than he bargained for in Tori. She was a breath of fresh air in world full of crap. Pretending to be in love with her seemed like a good idea at the time.

The plan started out easy enough, even as they try to ignore the instant, heady desire percolating between them, unware of danger watching from the shadows.

The test kiss changes everything.

Once was not enough for Wade. Every inch of him craved more. But it isn’t real, it’s pretend. Right?

Tori is convinced his mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon. His kisses are electric, his voice seductive. Her body begs for his touch…but is she ready for this? Will she ever be ready?

They dance around the elephant in the room until they have to face the facts…what happens when make believe becomes real?


Tori glanced at the outstretched hand and reached for her purse. She didn’t bother to glance at the photo as she passed it over; didn’t need to. Her mind’s eye provided a vivid picture. Wind-blown ebony hair, streaks of grey at the temples. Strong, defined cheekbones anchored by heavy brows. Sky blue eyes framed by killer lashes. And his mouth. Oh God. What was it about his mouth that intrigued her so?

Full lips parted in a sexy smile that lit up his face and made her breath catch. She gave herself a mental shake and tried to focus on the task at hand. “His sister sent it. He’s the one on the left. The other one is his late brother, Isaac.”

“Holy-moly girlfriend! No wonder you can’t wait to go. Talk about your tall, dark and handsome. He’s what…six feet at least; bedroom eyes if ever I saw ‘em, come hither smile…daaa-yum! I bet he’s got a killer ass, too.”

“Sassy!” Tori reached for the picture but her friend moved away, still studying it.

“What did you say his name is?”

“Wade McBride.”

“Well, Mr. Wade McBride, you are one delicious lookin’ cowboy.” She made a show of fanning herself with the picture. “And I’d be on ‘at puppy like mornin’ glory on a fencepost.”

Her face grew warm and she shook her head. Sasha had a one track mind of late and did her best to get Tori on the same track.

“Damn. Damn. Damn!” She handed the picture back. “Sure you don’t want me to come along? You’re a bit out of practice you know, and he may be more than you can handle alone.”

“It’s nothing like that and you know it. It’s a job.”

“Yeah, well, it should be.” She rummaged through the contents of a dresser drawer and tossed a filmy nightgown at Tori. “Better take this along. Winter or not you’ll want it ‘fore this is over.”

“Good grief! Is sex all you think about?” She tossed the garment back to her and pulled out a pair of sweat pants.

“Hell yeah when I see a Timex man.”

Tori ducked her head and sighed. “I know I will regret this, but…a Timex man?”

Sasha giggled. “Think a can of RediWhip topping, some chocolate syrup…a strategically placed cherry.” She paused for effect. “And see if ‘at cowboy can take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’.”

Her face flamed as an image of McBride lathered in whipped topping and chocolate syrup formed. “Oh my God, Sasha! Where on earth do you come up with this stuff?” She extended her arm, palm up. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Trust me…one day you’ll thank me.”

“No. I won’t. Besides, he has a lot on his plate with his sister and mother both ill and the ranch. He needs a nurse, not a lover.”

“Says who?”

“Sassy, please.”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; you were too good for Eddie.” She waved her hand back and forth to silence Tori’s rebuke. “I know, I know, it’s wrong to speak ill of the dead. He was a good cop, a decent father, but a crummy, cheating husband.”

Tori sat on the edge of the bed and said nothing as her friend continued. “You’ve got the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever known.” Sassy joined her on the bed, her smile reflective. ”I guess that explains why you put up with me all these years. And you have a capacity for caring I truly envy. It’s why you are such an awesome nurse. Well, that and the reasonably intelligent thing.”

Tori snorted. Sassy would never change. Thank God.

“I know you loved Eddie. I never understood why, but I know you did. But he’s gone, Tori. You need to let him go and love again.”

“I…I don’t know if I can. Every time I think about moving on, of getting involved with someone, I feel guilty. Like I’m…betraying him. I know it sounds silly to you but its how I feel.”

Sasha slid an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “I don’t think it sounds silly at all. He was your husband and you loved him. But he’s gone.” She blew out a breath. “You’re my best friend in the whole world. I want you to be happy. I want to see your eyes smile again.”

“I know you do. And I appreciate that.” She leaned her head on her friend’s shoulder. “I’m not interested in a relationship right now.” She sighed. “I don’t think I even remember how to kiss anymore so a relationship is out of the question.”

About the Author:

A sixth generation Texan (or seventh, depending on which relative you ask), Dana Wayne lives still in the Piney Woods of East Texas with her husband of 38 years (and counting) and a Calico cat named Katie. Her three children and four grandchildren keep her life exciting. Free time is spent with family or tent camping on a lake somewhere. A voracious reader, she knew from a young age she would one day be an author. She has written numerous poems, shorts stories, and newspaper articles as well as contributing to numerous writing group anthologies. Retiring in 2013, she focused on her first love, writing novels. Her debut novel, Secrets of the Heart, a contemporary romance, released this summer is available on all major outlets. 

She can be reached via her website,  and  Facebook 

And you can buy it here:

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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Rayna Noire

Pagan Eyes
Book 1
Rayna Noire

Genre: Paranormal Time Travel YA/NA
Publisher: Sleeping Dragon

ISBN: 978-0615915807
ISBN: 0615915809

Number of pages: 208
Word Count: 68,528
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique

Book Description:

Being a teen witch is no sitcom with canned laugh tracks. It's especially hard when your crush's family is old school burn the witches at the stake type.

Leah decides not to mention her membership in the black hat society if it will score her points with Dylan. If only life was that easy.

Best friend Stella pulls her in to a tolerance project that tests Leah's beliefs by sending her hurtling through time where people really do burn witches. If that isn't enough, everyone back in times old and smelly recognize her as the local mean girl.

Fast thinking, luck, and whole lot of magick might get her out of her current dilemma; then again, it might not.

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Grandmother Always Knows by Rayna Noire

Luna rattled the ice in her cocktail while she squinted at the wall clock. The long hand had only made it to the four. Seriously, only twenty minutes had passed. The Halloween party was the brainchild of her employer’s wife.

As a witch, she wasn’t into Halloween parties with the cheesy costumes and heavy drinking. Nope, she spent the season in contemplation or possibly divination. When the veil between the two worlds was the thinnest, her deceased grandmother spoke to her. She could have sworn Nana told her she’d meet her soul mate soon. Her granny also warned her that things weren’t as they seemed.

Calvin from HR weaved around the people to reach her. Normally, she liked the man, but his drunken leer announced his current state.

“Hey Luna, why don’t the two of us go outside and look at the stars?”

Her immediate response was to brush him off, but despite his soaked state he might remember her rudeness. “It won’t work. Too much light pollution to see anything.”

The man blinked owlishly at her, making her wonder if he understood anything she had said. Luna put up a hand. “Oh, it’s my girlfriend. I need to talk to her. Pardon.” She strolled away, questioning if Calvin could be her soul mate. She shook her head. Couldn’t be.

There were several unfamiliar faces in the crowded great room. At least no one was wearing costumes. She should be grateful for that since people dressing up as witches irritated her. Not sure if evil witch or sexy witch annoyed her more, since both were stereotypes.

A gorgeous man nodded at her and smiled. Well, well, the night suddenly looked promising. The people parted enough to reveal more of the tall, handsome…. priest. The former promising man was the final straw. Time to go home and see if she could reach Nana since she must have misunderstood the message. It could have been what she had wanted to hear as opposed to what she needed to hear.

Luna pivoted and made a beeline for the door.

“Stop, wait.”

She threw a backward glance over her shoulder, noticing the priest heading her way. She blinked. Obviously, the clergy was more aggressive these days. He was going to either ask her when she last attended mass or ask if she had any sins to confess.

Luna managed to slip outside where she could see her namesake, the moon. The door slammed, revealing the priest had followed her.

“Hey,” she held up her hands, “Not interested. Witch here.” Usually, that line scared most away, except the very drunk.

An amused expression crossed the man’s face as he strolled closer. “Glad to hear it. I’m not a priest.” He held out his hand. A silver pentacle ring on his pinkie glimmered in the dim light.

Luna took his hand. He wrapped his fingers around her palm and held on. An energy flowed between them, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She knew this man; at least her soul recognized him. “That’s a relief.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “My name’s Rowan and yours is Luna.”

“How did you know?” Perhaps he could read minds.

“Ah, well, I think my brother, your boss, set us up. He knew I hadn’t much luck finding a nice Pagan woman.”

“The costume?”

Rowan laughed, then winked. “My brother can be a bit of a practical joker, but he has a good heart.”

Grandmother knew all along.

About the Author: 

Rayna Noire is an author and a historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original fear of witches led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in magick in some form up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible could happen and often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire taps into this dimension, shapes it into stories about Pagan families who really aren’t that different from most people. They do go on the occasional adventures and magick happens.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Lawrence J. Potesta

 Mr. Lawrence Potesta brings to life a story of challenges, war 
and romance in his novel Paris to Saigon

Paris to Saigon Kindle Edition
by Lawrence Potesta

Genre: Historical Fiction 

Print Length: 191 pages
Publisher: La Maison Publishing, Inc.; First edition (July 17, 2016)
Publication Date: July 17, 2016
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English


Book Description:


It’s 1966 and Mickey Van escapes the jungles of Vietnam for a cushy post in Germany. While traveling, making deals and courting ladies through all of Western Europe – James, Mickey’s best friend, is black, alone, afraid and not so lucky as he fights for his life and sanity in the daily terror of the Hell known as Rice and Dice Land.

Dealing with the anguishes and challenges of both Romance and War, the mix will satisfy the reading thirsts of both genre enthusiasts. Liaisons with a General’s daughter in Paris, an Oxford educated brothel Madam in Stuttgart and finally an angel of mercy Army nurse in Vietnam, all find our lead character’s life of Love, Lust and Guilt blended Cuisinart style and it all makes for an intriguing Historical Coming of Age Novel.

The letters that the two soldiers share are horrifying, bloody and brutal as well as life preserving and morale boosting. Following a long and treacherous battle fighting the North Vietnamese, James is cut down by friendly fire and sent home to his sobbing Mother in a flag draped coffin along with thousands of other sacrificial lambs.

Mickey Van, suffering from survivor’s guilt, trades his sexual escapades in Paris, Germany, Italy and Amsterdam for likely death as a Medevac Helicopter Pilot in the country that took James’ life. These choppers bearing giant red crosses taxi maimed and bleeding soldiers screaming for their gods and mothers to healing hands providing that they might someday see their grandchildren.


Letter from Cecilia Powell (Chicago) to Michael Van Degna (Stuttgart, West Germany)

March 25, 1968

Dearest Michael – It is with tears on this paper and an aching heart that I have to tell you that James was killed by friendly fire on March 8 in Xo Dong My, Vietnam just weeks before he was to rotate back to the states and home to me. My beautiful, strong, loving son has gone to his Maker and out of my life forever. This letter will be short because it hurts far too much to think about my boy laying in pain and bleeding without me. A Mother’s heart never heals from this type of tragedy and I don’t know what I will do without my only son.

I realize that you and James were best friends even after you went your separate ways in this Army thing. He wrote of you often and said that you truly were the brother that I was never able to give him. He told me that your letters were the only things that kept him going in the Hell that finally took him from me.

Your last letters were forwarded to me along with his personal belongings. I have sent the letters to you unopened.

I must close now. I’m sure that you will understand

Thank you for being such a good friend and brother to my James.

Sincerely, Cecilia Powell

My name is Michael Van Degna AKA Mickey Van. It was 1963 and at Northern Illinois University that I met James Powell, the first black I ever shook hands with. We met in the pool hall of the student union. It was a large room full of red and green felt tables smelling of chalk and powder. 

After three semesters of poker games, hustling pool, wooing the ladies, cutting classes and failing exams James and I decided it was time to face the reality of war and headed to the local Army recruiter’s office. Marines were a death sentence, James couldn’t stand the thought of wearing Navy bellbottoms, we didn’t know what the hell the Air Force did so the Army was the choice of the whim. Sergeant Happyday greeted us with open arms and assured us that we would get the best survival training available, money for re-entry to the World and College, a house for future wives and toddlers and the satisfaction of knowing that we would be protecting our country from the threat of Communism. Of course none of this was even on our radar but it all sounded good except the Communism bullshit. That went out the door with Joe McCarthy. Oddly enough no mention of desk jobs in California. We knew we were being duped but had little choice except to cut and run to Canada.

We had “career” choices of course. I calculated and chose the Military Police thinking I would have some sort of control and James signed up to be evaluated for Special Forces.His research assured that these boys received excellent combat training which postponed having to cross the pond for close to a year following basic training. This was a self-preservation decision for James. We both thought that our strategy would keep us alive on our trips to Da Wherever. It was 1966 and both the Sun and the North Vietnamese were keeping our boys roasting on a red hot spit.

Four women, four different experiences: Paula for partying and wild sex, Trudy for business and uninhibited sex, Suzanne for comfort and making love and now Regan for understanding and a platonic love. This was 1968, however, and in the era of “Free Love” platonic love was considered to be an oxymoron. Regan gently reached for my hand and we stood in silence for what seemed like hours.

I had never and didn’t want to start killing people. Trusting in a God that I was finding as a first time ally, I counted on this to be a sound risk. I hesitated to get others’ opinions becauseon the surface it seemed to be a reckless solution. When thinking about it though, I realized thatI had made many reckless decisions in my confessed life so why not for the turnaround.

When I honestly reviewed those sins that I had confessed, I saw service to my fellow soldiers as an exit plan from that “superior prick” image that I had been looking at in the mirror.

About The Author

After a career in Marketing and Radio, Lawrence Potesta settled in the Land of “Let-It-Be” and unexplained U-Turns on the Baja Peninsula of Mexico. Using his forty years of experience, he’s now a writer and proudly presents his first published work of a trilogy dealing with the life’s journey of Mickey Van . Lawrence has owned and operated his own Restaurant and Restaurant Franchise business, owned and operated a sales training company and most recently had a 17 year nationwide marketing consulting firm for commercial and healthcare insurance brokers.

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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Krista Carlson

Featuring author Krista M. Carlson's Gryphon's Passing ...

Gryphon’s Passing
Krista M. Carlson

Genre: Supernatural fiction

Date of Publication: March 23, 2015

ISBN-10: 1505848148; 
ISBN-13: 978-1505848144

Number of pages: 270
Word Count: 79,553

Cover Artist: Krista M. Carlson

Book Description:

When her older half-brother unexpectedly commits suicide, Crystal is devastated.

The only thing she thinks will take away the pain is understanding why he did it. What she doesn't know is the danger her search will create for her family when she dabbles in magick and calls something forth from the grave that wasn't what she intended.

If she can learn how to control and subdue the supernatural, she may find the answers she seeks. If not, the thing that led her brother to commit suicide is going to continue picking off her family members one by one.

Fortunately for Crystal, her brother left behind a friend who may be willing to give her some much-needed guidance.


The Growl 

The clock inside struck midnight as she watched the waning moon through the trees. It had been a long week, trying to fit in at work, trying to be proper in such a stuffy world where she didn't belong. She had been to her breaking point these last few months, feeling her world crumbling around her until she had begun to believe it was karma. She had started to think she deserved it for betraying her family to seek a soulmate. She had known what she was doing was wrong when she did it, but she had wanted more. Now, she thought she was paying for it as she saw her career ending and contemplated moving by herself to another town to try to start over. Karma was catching up with her and it wasn't going to give her any peace.

Sighing, she rose from her spot on the lawn and went inside to put some shoes on. She needed to clear her head, needed the cool comfort of the forest. She changed into jeans and then pulled on a pair of boots. There were thorn bushes in the forest where she was headed, among other things. She grabbed a flashlight and pulled the door shut behind her, slipping into the dark as silently as a cat.

She knew the path well enough in the daylight, but her feet were the only ones who took it, so the ground was undisturbed, the branches of the trees unbroken, and the progress slow. She made her way through the backyard, down the hill, over a mossy tree and around what almost looked like a stone pathway. The stones were natural limestone and flat, and the line of them, pale green against the darker green earth of the forest was what had drawn her to the stream and the ancient oaks the first time.

As she neared the stream, she slipped her boots off and sat them on the last of the stones. Where she wanted to go could only be reached by walking in the stream. She rolled her jeans up as far as she could and stepped into the water. It was the first of October and she gasped at the chill of the water as she stepped in. It served to clear her mind and bring her in touch with the present though. It was hard to think of anything but the icy sting of the water in the stream.

She made her way upstream, squishing her toes in the mud on the bottom and avoiding the more rocky areas where she might cut her feet on the stones. She came then to a shallow place in the water where there was a clearing in the woods. She stepped out onto the mossy bank, and looked up through the branches of the oak and ash trees at the moon winking in the night sky. One Oak tree stood in the center of the clearing, larger than the rest. Its brethren flanked it in an impressive warrior formation. Those trees thrummed with power that she could feel like a heartbeat, standing on top of their roots with her own bare feet.

She stood, head bowed, hand on the tree's trunk, clearing her mind and soaking up the energy in the clearing. As she did, she felt herself growing stronger. She felt her heartbeat grow strong and regular. Doubts faded, and the headache she had felt for the last week relaxed as she let the tension leave her muscles for the first time in as many days. She breathed in the night air and breathed in power.

She heard a twig snap very near her before she heard the low growl only feet away and to her left. Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach clenched as she realized she was not alone. She hoped that it was not hungry. Then she heard another low growl to her right, and another behind her.

She almost panicked, almost made a run for the stream, before she heard the tree laugh. "What are you afraid of?" It asked. "You too are a creature of the night and you are twice the monster they are." She laughed then and patted a thank you in answer against the tree's bark.

"I am." She said. "I am a monster," she shouted at the shadowy figures. "And you are nothing but dogs. I am more monster than you will ever be because I was once human." She added with a growl. They stared each other down, she daring them to come forward and take her. She wanted them to do it. She wanted to savagely rip them apart, starting with their jaws. Perhaps sensing her pent-up rage and frustration, and her desire to fight to the death, they bowed their knee to her before they slunk back into the night.


About the Author:

Krista Carlson was born in South Dakota, in 1980, to a farmer and a librarian. She grew up in Ord, Nebraska with an older brother, and they were homeschooled, which meant that they spent a great deal of their time riding horses, swimming in the river and anything else they could think of to avoid studying. She did rather enjoy books though, especially literature and history, and so, after having her first son a young age, she began to pursue her education seriously. By the time she was seventeen, she was married with two sons and had a year of college behind her. She later graduated summa cum laude with a Bachelor's Degree in History and then went on to graduate from law school with distinction in 2008. Upon graduation, she became a civil defense attorney with a firm in Lincoln, Nebraska. While studying History at the University of Nebraska at Kearney, she began to explore her interest in magick and spent the traditional year and a day with a local Wiccan coven. This interest prompted her to write her debut novel, Gryphon's Passing, which was released in March of 2015.

Tour giveaway Signed copy of Gryphon’s Passing by Krista M. Carlson and a necklace with a quartz crystal

Friday, October 14, 2016

Halloween Party

Join us for Halloween fun and games at the Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Facebook Party October 19 and 20.

Enter to win tons of prizes. Invite all your friends.

Be prepared to show off your Halloween and cosplay costumes for the Costume Contest and enter your pumpkin creations for the Pumpkin Carving Contest.

We have over 20 authors participating, they'll be here to discuss their love of Halloween, talk about their books and offer fun and games to all who drop by.

You have to participate to win, so come by often.

Here's the author schedule, times are listed in EST

Wednesday October 19th

10-11am Ash Krafton
11am-12pm Sam Baltrusis
12-1pm Natalie Nicole Bates
1-2pm Catherine Winters
2-3pm Jill Archer
3-4pm Krista Carlson
4-5pm Laura Diamond
5-6pm Jennifer Windrow
6-7pm Kelex
7-8pm BA Tortuga
8-9pm Constance Burris
9-10pm Jamie K. Schmidt
10-11pm Lexxie Couper
11pm-12am Vanta Black

Thursday October 20th

10-11am Erzabet Bishop
11am-12pm Sam Crescent
12-1pm Roxanne Rhoads
1-2pm Lily Harlem
2-3pm Marcella Burnard
3-4pm Traci Douglass
4-5pm Catherine Stine
5-6pm Rayna Noire
6-7pm ND Jones
7-8pm Kirsten Weiss
8-9pm Marsha A. Moore
9-10pm Julia Talbot
10-11pm Angelique Voisen
11pm-12am JC Andrijeski

Halloween in New Orleans, where anything can happen including love and magick.

Eternal Desire
Desire Series
Book One
Roxanne Rhoads

Publisher: Bewitching Books  

Release Date: April 14, 2015 (2 edition)


Book Description:

Paranormal researcher Liz Beth's dreams are haunted by a sensual vampire.

She arrives in New Orleans the week of Halloween in search of her elusive dream lover, but instead finds a handsome stranger.

They begin a passionate affair. Soon she is torn between dreams and reality, lost somewhere in the middle trying to regain reason.

She aches to find the vampire of her dreams but can't seem to break free of the spell her sexy stranger has her tangled in.

Eternal Desire is available at the following ebook retailers

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Haunting Desire

Desire Series
Book Two
Roxanne Rhoads

Genre: Paranormal Erotica

Publisher: Bewitching Books

Release Date: February 5, 2016

Book Description:

Welcome to the Inn of Amorous Apparitions where your every libidinous longing can be fulfilled by sensual spirits.

LizBeth has been hired to use her ghost whispering skills on the specters at the Castle Inn, but instead of banishing the seductive spooks Barbara, the Inn Keeper, wants them to "come out and play" with her special guests.

The Castle Inn is set to become the destination for the ghost sex fetish crowd. But first LizBeth has to convince the voluptuous visions that it is alright to participate in spectrophilia fun with the guests.

LizBeth has a special talent for seeing and communicating with ghosts but these enchanting ethereals are not cooperating with her, or her vampire boyfriend. Something odd is fueling the raunchy wraiths and they have to discover the power source or risk leaving a customer unsatisfied.

There’s more to this haunting than the average ghost. Will LizBeth be able uncover the mystery of this sexy haunted mansion?

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Thursday, October 13, 2016

Richard Herr

Today we are featuring Richard Herr's Dog & Pony. Read the excerpt and decide for yourself and if the excerpt isn't making you want to read it maybe the ridiculously low price of $2.99 will help make your decision.

"Harry is the main protagonist and C E O of a Dog and Pony industrial presentation business as run in the world of onstage marketing and says:" The industry is so crazy. I have even housed dogs and ponies in my offices. The good news: dogs were house broken; the bad: ponies weren't " - Scarlett J.

Dog & Pony: Volume I - Aloha

Richard Herr

Genre: Humor and Satire, General Humor, Fiction

Print Length: 397 pages
Publisher: Prankish Publications; 1 edition (February 6, 2014)
Publication Date: February 6, 2014


Harry Chatham’s company puts on corporate presentations, otherwise known as Dog & Pony shows*. When he hires a Traffic Manager to make his work easier, he finds the opposite happening. His new employee displays extraordinary skills and perceptions that drag Harry into realms he didn't know existed.

Harry is thrust into plots to take over both this world and another that was previously invisible to him. His life becomes mixed up with CIA plots, corporate counter plots, strange evil mages, lovely green-eyed young ladies, and numerous otherworldly beings, both pastoral and predatory.

Dog & Pony follows Harry on a comic romp through fantastic perils as he tries vainly to return to his life to the way it was before the strangely-named Traffic Manager joined his company. Fortunately for the reader of this series, he never seems to escape the Trouble he's found himself in.

*Dog & Pony Show - A term that evolved in early 20th century America. Traveling presentations, advertised as full-fledged circuses, would turn up with only a trained dog and pony. The present-day meaning describes any presentation that delivers more flash than substance, containing meager truth.


“Harry, we quit,” Laura proclaimed.

Oh crap!

I looked around the table to see if she spoke for all of those assembled. They had the same look as when I'd last seen them yesterday. Only drier. The hysteria in the pit of my stomach leaped up. My life was getting complicated.


“Laura, darling,” I pleaded, “what's wrong?”

“Harry, we had a small village as our union crew yesterday. They never got the notice about the crew size.” Laura attacked the subject. “I had the requisition all set and in the outbox weeks ago.”

“Laura, these are Broadway stage hands! They never listen to anyone.” I supplied a lame excuse.

“I specifically put those color choices into the server to be e-mailed to the scene shop,” Joel said. “They claim they never got them.” He pouted down into his latte, which he ordered from one particular coffee house.

“You probably got their e-mail address wrong,” I stated.

“Harry, I was replying to their e-mail,” Joel said.

“You know, I never trusted that new version of Windows!” I pounded my fist down on the table.

“Harry, our version of Windows is so old, it's written in Latin,” Laura stated.

“And that's why Rome collapsed!” I launched another lame excuse.

“Aw, man, none of the stuff is working,” Sidney said. “The only reason why the set piece wasn't thrown out of the theater was because the thing arrived too damned late for anyone to check for the flame-proofing certificate.”

“You see, it helped us to be late on delivery,” I said. I had a whole herd of lame excuses limping around the room.

“Harry,” Laura reached over and grabbed me on the arm with both hands. She was starting to get angry, and I didn't want that. She leaned forward and brought a searchlight-like stare boring into my eyes. “We've already got a whole lot of clients who are misinforming us; we can't misinform ourselves. You've got to fix things.”

A siren wailed down below in the street, a normal sound in New York. Its clarion call confirmed that I had an emergency exploding around me and needed to get on this problem, fast. As owner and operator of a small business, my unofficial but actual job title is: President and Janitor. I was reverting to the latter and listening to what my bosses had to tell me. “What's the fix?” I asked.

“You've got to get one of those things for this office,” Laura stated firmly.

“One of those things?” I probed.


“What things?”

“You know,” she said, waving her hand around vaguely. “What are they called? Oh yeah, a Traffic Manager.” She implied the initial capitals in her tone of voice. Like all of us in the biz, she had a PowerPoint Title Case accent.

“A Traffic Manager?” I'd heard about such things, but had never met one in the flesh.


“You want to add someone to the staff? But we've always been a group,” I protested. “The Fab Four. We can't mess with our chemistry.”

“Harry, we're the Frustrated Four, right now,” Laura said.

“We're the Frantic Four, trying to catch up,” Joel complained.

“We're the Fucked-up Four, with all this confusion,” Sidney pointed out.

Laura bore her gaze into me. “Harry, a Traffic Manager.”

“You bet!” I enthused. “I'll get right on it.” I paused and looked around at the faces surrounding me. “By the way, what does a Traffic Manager do?”

“Circulates all of these messages to the right people on the network,” Joel announced.

“Gets the jobs flowing smoothly through the office,” Laura proclaimed.

“Gets all the gear trucking to the right place at the right time,” Sidney pronounced.

I stared at them. When you have people ready to quit, you don't tell them they just gave you three different answers. “Is that what a Traffic Manager does?”

“Yes!” they affirmed together.

I smiled and nodded. The faces in front of me were quite resolved. I decisively slammed my hand down on the table. “I'll get right on it.”

About the Author

Richard Herr has had a varied career as actor, comedian, musician, stage manager, computer graphics expert, and stager of Dog & Pony shows, otherwise known as corporate presentations. Stemming from this eclectic background, he has recently turned his attention to writing comic fantasy novels. He has had three books published by Prankish Publications: Invasion From Fred, Dog & Pony (Vol I), andTales from the StarBoard Café. He lives in New Jersey (which apparently offers asylum for lame jokes) and has two daughters and five grandchildren.


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Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Sam Baltrusis

Today we are featuring Haunted Boston Harbor 
by Sam Baltrusis

Haunted Boston Harbor
Haunted America 
Sam Baltrusis

Genre: Ghosts and hauntings, Local/Regional History

Publisher: History Press/Arcadia
Date of Publication: August 22, 2016
ISBN: 9781626199569
Number of pages: 144 pgs
Word Count: 35,000

Cover Artist: Cover photo by 

Frank C. Grace

Book Description:

Ghosts lurk in the waters near Boston's historic seaport, haunting the secluded islands scattered throughout the harbor. Boston Harbor brims with the restless spirits of pirates, prisoners and victims of disease and injustice. Uncover the truth behind the Lady in Black on Georges Island. Learn about the former asylums on Long Island that inspired the movie Shutter Island, and dig up the skeletal secrets left behind by the Woman in Scarlet Robes. From items flying off the shelves at a North End cigar shop to the postmortem cries of tragedy at the centuries-old Boston Light on Little Brewster, author Sam Baltrusis breathes new life into the horrors that occurred in the historic waters surrounding Boston.

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Introduction to Haunted Boston Harbor

The Lady in Black summoned me here. However, as I searched every nook and cranny of Georges Island during a five-month gig as a historical narrator in Boston Harbor, the ghost of Melanie Lanier—as the Lady in Black is otherwise called—refused to reveal herself. She was playing hard to get.

“Something touched me in there, and it wasn’t human!” screamed a girl running out of the corridor of dungeons after a field trip to Fort Warren at Georges Island. “It was the Lady in Black,” she said convincingly. The girl looked mortified.

This was just one of the strange events that occurred during the summer of 2014 when I gave historical tours with Boston Harbor Cruises and traveled on large vessels carrying passengers back and forth to various islands in the outer harbor. I spent most afternoons during the summer searching for a repeat experience of a shadow figure that I’d seen there seven years before. No such luck.

I frequently heard screams emanating from Fort Warren’s haunted ramparts. However, it was usually one of the kids touring the dark hallway in the southeast battery.

The location that Edward Rowe Snow said was the Lady in Black’s haunt was in the front of the fort. It’s still accessible, but it’s extremely dusty and dark.

In 2007, I moved back to Boston from Florida and had a ghostly experience while touring the ramparts of Fort Warren at Georges Island. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an all-black shadow figure. I looked again, and it was gone. At this point, I had never heard the Lady in Black legend. I just intuitively knew Georges Island had some sort of psychic residue. While researching Fort Warren’s history, my interest in Boston’s haunted past gradually became a passion. History repeats itself, and it was my job to uncover the truth and give a voice to those without a voice—even though most of the stories turned out to be tales from the crypt.

Lawrence, a fellow Boston Harbor Cruises tour guide and former park ranger, insisted that ghosts do not inhabit Georges Island, adding that the Lady in Black legend was completely made up by folklorist Edward Rowe Snow.

“I spent so many nights there, I would know,” he said, as we passed Nix’s Mate en route to the mainland. “However, I would say the island has a spirit. Some rangers say the island’s energy, or spirit, welcomes people.”

In hindsight, I’ve decided that my encounter on Georges in 2007 was the island’s spirit welcoming me. However, ghosts can almost certainly be found nearby.

While several of the thirty-four islands have paranormal activity, Boston Harbor’s Little Brewster is allegedly the most haunted. The mysterious Boston Light, one of the five remaining Coast Guard–manned lighthouses in America, stands eerily on the rocky, two-acre island. It’s located behind Georges Island and can be spotted from the ramparts, which I explored regularly during the summer of 2014. While I was giving historical tours, the lighthouse was closed for much-needed repairs in preparation for its three-hundred-year anniversary.

Boston Light reopened in 2015 and has once again become a Boston Harbor hot spot.

Photographer Frank C. Grace, his father and I took a ferry out to Little Brewster. It was a rainy, overcast day—perfect weather for a ghostly encounter. Coincidentally, we visited hours before Boston Light’s 299-year anniversary on September 14, 2015 and the island was buzzing with excitement from both the living and the dead. The volunteers at the historic lighthouse were quick to confirm that Little Brewster was indeed haunted. “You hear ghost stories all the time,” remarked Val, a veteran tour guide. “One day, I had climbed all the way to the top and I heard phantom footsteps behind me and there was definitely no one else in the lighthouse.”

Other volunteers have mentioned hearing what sound like congo drums, possibly Native American tribal rhythms, on the island, without a plausible explanation.

Jeremy D’Entremont, historian for the American Lighthouse Foundation and author of The Lighthouse Handbook New England, confirmed the ghostly legends associated with Boston Light. “Coast Guard keepers experienced odd things and generally blamed it on ‘George,’ meaning George Worthylake, the first keeper, who drowned in 1718,” he told me. “The Coast Guard Auxiliary Watchstanders who spend shifts there today have also seen strange things.”

On the way back, we passed by many of the islands I fell in love with during the summer of 2014. Nix’s Mate, the smallest of the Harbor Islands, seemed particularly ominous. Marked by a black-and-white beacon and completely submerged during high tide, the freakishly small island is where pirates were kept in a crude contraption known as a gibbet cage, an invention of the Puritans. They would showcase the pirates as sort of a cautionary tale. While narrating Boston Harbor tours, I was pushed from my seat by an unseen force multiple times when passing this spot. It was so intense that I physically tied myself to my chair. One time, I was pushed so hard that I almost fell off the top deck of the vessel.

Disgruntled ghost pirates? Yep, Boston Harbor has them.

Of course, I had multiple encounters while researching the various haunts featured in Haunted Boston Harbor. The most profound was during an exploration of the USS Constitution, or Old Ironsides. The famous vessel was scheduled to be dry-docked for a three-year hiatus. I had seen it multiple times in all its majestic glory in Boston Harbor. It was breathtaking to watch the three-masted frigate sail past my vessel; it brought me to tears.

According to naval officer Wesley Bishop, Ghost Hunters was scheduled to investigate the oldest commissioned naval vessel still afloat. And yes, the uniformed crew did strongly believe that Old Ironsides was, in fact, haunted. “No enemy died on board, so if there are ghosts, they’re my fellow crew members who died long ago from battle-related wounds or the elements,” Bishop told me. “I haven’t had an encounter, but several of my [living] crew members have.”

Meanwhile, his fellow naval officer friend chimed in, “There are definitely ghosts on board.”

While I was peeking into the berthing area known as “the rack,” I swore I saw a shadow figure dart by me. Of course, multiple reports have been made of a sailor wearing a navy blue jacket and gold buttons. Ellen MacNeil, who has investigated the USS Constitution with her team, SPIRITS of New England, confirmed that the vessel is paranormally active.

“Is it haunted? Oh, hell yes,” MacNeil told Haunted Boston Harbor. Her team investigated the Constitution in 2010 over a two-day period. “We totally freaked out the captain with our audio and video evidence. With 308 deaths on the ship, mainly from illness not battle, the ship is very much loved and protected by these lost souls who were playful, curious and responsive to us being there.”

In addition to the USS Constitution, I had an up-close-and-personal encounter with the extremely haunted Charles W. Morgan. One sunny afternoon, the last wooden whaleship in the world cruised past my vessel in the harbor. The Morgan is supposedly haunted by a nineteenth-century sailor smoking a pipe. It was so surreal to experience this ancient vessel sail by me.

I also had a few bizarre experiences on the mainland. One sunny June afternoon, I was walking up State Street near the Old State House. A Clydesdale-type horse—his name is Prince—was carrying two passengers to the heart of Boston’s Revolutionary War past. The carriage driver named Becky, a saucy brunette, was stunned when the horse stopped mid-trot, raised his hoof as if he was spooked by an unseen force and looked in my direction. “Whoa, it must be a ghost,” Becky said without hesitation. “It’s the ghosts of the revolution.”

Apparently, horses are sensitives, too. If Becky only knew.

While giving tours during the summer of 2014, a co-worker at Boston Harbor Cruises captured an electronic voice phenomenon while exploring Georges Island one afternoon. He spent the day with his brother exploring the fort and captured a voice of what sounded like a man. “You can hear breathing, and then it says something,” he told me, playing the recording over and over.

“It sounds like it says ‘get out’ or something similar,” I told him.

What’s even more fascinating is that the male voice saying, “Get out” in his impromptu EVP sounded southern. Could it be a Confederate soldier?

One year later, I ventured out to Fort Warren and crawled through the original corridor of dungeons. I found the coffin used by Edward Rowe Snow to retell the Lady in Black legend. It was covered in dust and cobwebs.

A message from the vice president of the Confederacy, Alexander Hamilton Stephens, popped into my head. His quote: “All the genius I have lies in this.”

I laughed. It all made sense now. There is no Lady in Black. The ghost is a Confederate soldier or possibly even the cranky spirit of Stephens. I shivered in the beauty and the madness of the moment.

I crawled out of Fort Warren’s corridor of dungeons armed with my latest tale from the crypt. Melanie Lanier is totally made up. The Lady in Black is a man.

About the Author:

Sam Baltrusis, author of Ghosts of Boston, Ghosts of Salem and 13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts, is the former editor-in-chief of several regional publications including Spare Change News, Scout Somerville and Scout Cambridge. He has been featured as Boston's paranormal expert on the Biography Channel's "Haunted Encounters," and he is also a sought-after lecturer who speaks at dozens of paranormal-related events throughout New England.

Twitter: @LoadedGun

Thursday, October 6, 2016

C. K. Jackson

Introducing C. K. Jackson's Kathy Abbott, a short story ...

This story is flying off the shelf with over 300 downloads and counting. Kathy Abbott is a story about an event that changes Kathy's life forever. You can download it FREE in your preferred format at smashwords or buy it at amazon so that the author may apply the earnings towards her editing costs for the highly anticipated sequel. Read the excerpt and if you want to read more download the full story. Enjoy! 

Kathy Abbott
C. K. Jackson

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Thriller, Romance

Published: July 23, 2016
Words: 3,540
Language: English
ISBN: 9781370300068

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Kathy Abbott’s story is the first event in a series of events that changes her life forever.

Kathy is a character in the Regulator Series. The series follows the lives of a group of gifted people who resides in the fictional town of Gull Village. The year that six girls disappeared, the Gull Village Division of the Regulators was formed and a race to stop an ancient evil began.

The Regulator Series is an urban fantasy thriller for readers ages eighteen and older. As the series progress so does the intensity.


Kathy peels the grapefruit like an orange. Juice drips onto the pile of paper towels laying on the table in front of her, reminding her once again why she is tired of eating them. She’s been eating them twice a day for the past two weeks hoping that she’ll soon fit into her favorite jeans again. Still, they are messy and she’s growing tired of the taste. When she finishes the fruit, she walks over to the trash bin to toss it out. The door opens just as the grapefruit hits the bottom of the can and she turns to see Robyn enter the room.

“Hey Robyn. Come and sit for a while. Are you on break?” She points to the table under the window. “My table’s over there.”

Robyn smiles. “I just need more coffee before getting started on the shelves. I’m checking expiration dates today. Sucks to be me right now. What are you doing? Still eating those grapefruits, huh? You’re gonna turn into one of them one day.”

Kathy giggles. “I thought I’d eat my grapefruit before the silver rush.” Each morning at eleven o’clock the local senior center drops off a busload of participants to do their grocery shopping. Like clockwork everything slows to a crawl in order to accommodate them. Kathy smiles while bouncing in her seat. “I can’t wait to end this day already.”

“You’re way too happy today girl. What’s going on? And don’t tell me it’s because of your vacation, either,” Robyn says.

“I was just thinking about my date tonight. Between that and my vacation, I’m ready to go home,” Kathy replies. She feels as if she is walking on air and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her date all week.

“Oh shit, that’s tonight! I almost forgot,” Robyn says. “You still didn’t tell me who Mr. Sexy is, though. When’s the big reveal? And don’t bullshit me, because I’m not in the mood.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you know after our date because I don’t want to get you all excited only to find out he’s an asshole … or that our first date is our last. That would be horrible. You may need to wait until I get back from vacation to hear the dirty little details, though. I’m planning on locking us in a room for the next five days.”

“I hear that, girl. Okay, I’ll be patient but not too patient, so you just make sure to tell me everything first. I’ll be pissed if I see it on Facebook before hearing it from you.” Robyn sips her coffee and nods to the clock. “Don’t be late getting back to your register.”

“I know. I’ve already been written up once this month for being late. See you later.” Kathy gets up and walks out of the room.

At five foot five, Kathy is not model beautiful, but she’s pretty. She doesn’t have much of a nightlife but, when she does go out on an occasional date, she tells Robyn all the juicy details. This time she hopes to share the news that she is in a committed relationship. All she wants is a boyfriend who loves her and her new boyfriend is the first guy she’s dated who understands her. When she talks, Clint listens. He remembers their conversations, no matter how silly they might be. Clint takes the time to cheer her up when she’s upset and he never look for ways to end their calls until she’s ready to end them. He is kind and patient, and she likes that about him. For now, though, they’re keeping their relationship a secret. It’s not like he’s cheating on a wife or a girlfriend; she’s asked him those questions already. No, they agreed to surprise their friends and families with the news together.

Tonight is important for them. It’s not like one of their usual dates and since it’s their first time meeting in person she has gone to a lot of effort to look good. She’s had her hair cut and, in the last week, she has perfected a new eyeliner style. Both have worked to bring out her best feature, her incredibly light-brown eyes. Even her nails and toes are painted with his favorite colors. Everything she’s wearing is new, down to her panties. He’s special, and she wants him to know it; she has never gone this far to please someone. She pulls on her coat, picks up her keys, grabs her handbag, takes one last look at her clean apartment, and walks out to her car.


About the Author

C. K. Jackson Lives in New Jersey with her husband and a family of groundhogs who resides in their backyard. She has a degree in accounting and loves to read in the genres of paranormal fantasy, urban fantasy, thrillers, and romance … to name a few.





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