Jayson Livingston

The Harbinger by Jayson Livingston ...

“Just finished it, phenomenal read! Comparable to early Michael Connelly's stuff but darker. I look forward to his next one.”

“An exciting murder mystery with shades of CSI. Once I started to read I could not put it down. Now I have to catch up on some sleep. Authentic sounding dialog, interesting characters, and lots of twists. The accurate descriptions make you feel like you are there in rural northern California. Lots of action, good police work and character development. I look forward to the next novel by this author.”

Excerpt:

“CHP is chasing a light-colored van.”

“Oh, snap!” Harlow followed Lane out of the office and into the unit parked near the front door.

They slammed the doors as Lane gunned the gas, lights and siren wailing, skidding out of the parking lot.

They strapped in and Lane turned up the radio.

It came to life almost immediately. “Plumas two-two-one, I’m with CHP. We’re still east bound seventy.”

“We’re a long ways off,” Lane said. He had the patrol car at over a hundred MPH and gritted his teeth as the unit slid into a turn. He passed two motor homes and a logging truck. “This would be the suck if it was mid July and the road was filled with tourists.”

Harlow nodded as he held onto the dashboard and ceiling watching Lane negotiate the many turns with ease and skill.

“Nine-oh-one, nine-oh-one,” Junior screamed into the radio. “Suspect vehicle ran CHP off the road! Start an ambulance to Highway Seventy, near Top Hat Road.” There was a long pause, and then, “We’re now west bound Highway Seventy.”

Lane nodded. “They’re heading toward us.”

At over a hundred miles an hour, Lane closed the twenty-four miles from Quincy to the Highway 70/89 junction in a mere thirteen minutes.

Lane slid the patrol car sideways to a stop at the junction of 70 and 89. Plumes of white smoke hung in the air like a thick mist. “Plumas two-two-nine I’m set up at the junction.”

“We’ll be there in a minute, Lane,” Junior said, adding, “We’re hitting speeds of over a hundred miles an hour.”

“Two-two-eight, I’m with two-two-nine.”

Lane saw Mitch coming north bound on 89. He slid to a stop near Lane’s unit.

Two CHP units coming in from the west joined the roadblock and Harlow mumbled, “I feel like I’m in a cheap seventies trucker movie.” He pulled the shotgun mounted between the front seats of the patrol car and cranked the beaver tail.

The pursuit crested the hill to the east and started down the quarter mile grade to the junction. Lane could see the flashing light bars and wig-wags of the two units. Sirens screamed in all directions.

For years to come, Lane would explain what happened next as one of the most surreal moments he had ever encountered.

The sound of a big rig’s Jake brake thumped, deafening Lane momentarily. He glanced behind him and saw the logging truck, payload heavy, trying to stop as he rounded the bend in the road. The big rig jackknifed, dropping its load. Sounds of huge pine logs hitting the pavement with thundering force echoed around them. The van was on them as the massive logs bounced down the highway. A log slammed into a CHP unit, pushing it on its side. A second log hit the undercarriage, forcing the car onto its roof. The CHP officers ran for cover on the north shoulder of the highway. A third log, smaller in diameter, punched through the back window of the second CHP car.

Lane and Harlow, close enough to their vehicle, jumped into the car, Lane slamming the gearshift into reverse and backing up into a dirt field to the south, avoiding the herd of rolling, bouncing timber.

The radio was full of chatter, units stepping on each other as each tried to convey what was happening.

Sliding left, trying to make the turn onto Highway 89, the van went onto two wheels as both Junior and the CHP unit slid past the van and into a dirt field, Junior fighting the fishtail.

Clouds of dust made visibility zero. Lane put the car in drive and drove into the wall of dust. Then they were spun; someone clipped the ass end of the patrol car. He hit the gas and cleared the dust cloud. Mitch’s voice came on the radio. “We’re west bound on Little Bear Road, heading for the Ranger Station.”

Junior was slamming through the deeper end of the dirt field, when steam billowed from the unit, rendering Junior out of the pursuit.

Lane saw the van and Mitch drop out of sight down Little Bear Road and punched the unit’s gas, saying, “Hang on!”

He rocketed past Junior’s unit, hitting two large dips, causing them to bang their heads on the roof.

“Jesus Christ!” Harlow yelled as Lane cleared the field, his tires catching traction on the pavement.

“We’re approaching Mohawk Highway,” Mitch said.

Lane was closing fast and saw the van slide into a brick retaining wall, careen off, and rocket toward the intersection.

The Harbinger

Jayson Livingston

Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Action,

Print Length: 312 pages

Word Count: 40,000

Publication Date: May 7, 2016
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B01FBNA53W









Book Description:

Plumas County Deputy Sheriff Lane Childress has a good life: a host of friends, a loving girlfriend, the respect of his fellow officers, all in the natural beauty of rural Northern California. Having transferred from the tough inner city beat of the Oakland PD only three years ago, his competence and integrity have earned him respect in the peaceful, mountain county. The community's quiet serenity is shattered abruptly when fourteen-year-old Kelly Stockton is found murdered, her body brutally maimed. As tourist season approaches, and another body is discovered, the pressure mounts on Lane, the lead detective. Along with State Investigator Patterson Harlow, Lane races to find the killer before further mayhem strikes the county.

About the Author:

Jayson Livingston was born and raised in Sacramento, CA. He worked 23 years as Director of Security at the Marriott Hotel in Rancho Cordova, leaving in 2007 to pursue a career as a writer. He worked with the Sacramento County Sheriff’s Department on a daily basis and has made lifelong friends with many deputies ranging from Patrol, SED, Narcotics and Homicide and has logged over 5,000 hours of ride-a-longs with the patrol division. He published is first book Point Blank (St. Martin’s Press) at the age of 25. The Harbinger is his first self-published book. Mourning of Angels, Jayson’s newest book, was just published and introduces Sacramento County Homicide Detective Luke Masters. Jayson is 51 and is married to his beautiful wife Starr.

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Roger A. Price

Today's feature is Nemesis by Roger A. Price 

A REVIEW by J.D. Jones Amazon UK ...

‘This is the first book by Roger A Price that I have read and it certainly will not be the last. I was gripped from the first few pages and read more at every opportunity with the result that I had completed the book within a couple of days. Having lived and worked in Preston, Lancashire for 60+ years and over the past 8 years been a frequent visitor to Gretna, Dumfriesshire, I enjoyed the way the author describes both places in this novel - he has clearly done his research. There are so many thrillers/action novels about that there are bound to be similarities in the plots, and the twists and turns, and having become an avid reader since my retirement, I fully expected that this would be the case with 'Nemesis'. However, I found the 'story-line' to be very different to the dozens of others I have read and it kept me guessing until the very end - not as to who the guilty person was (we know that from the start) but rather who will be the next victim and how (and IF) this ruthless villain will be caught. Will he or won't he? You will have to read this book to find out.

‘With regards the 'stars' awarded I use a standard approach based on awarding one star for a 'yes' to each of the following questions: 1. Did I enjoy the story? 2. Did it hold my attention throughout? 3. Did I get to know the characters and care what happened to them? 4. Was I sorry that the story finished - did I want to read more? and 5. Would I buy another book from this author? The answer to each of those is 'yes', consequently this book gets my 5 stars.’

Nemesis

Roger A. Price

Main Genre – Thriller, Crime, Mystery

Print Length: 271 pages
Publisher: Endeavour Press
Publication Date: August 11, 2016
Language: English
ASIN: B01KA8SYLS











The body count is rising…

When psychopath Daniel Moxley makes his escape while being escorted to Broadmoor high security prison, he sets off on a trail of bloody revenge, leaving police forces throughout the north of England floundering in his wake.

 
Moxley’s paranoia has him seemingly selecting victims at random. 

The only thing they have in common is the gruesome nature of their killings. 

Police, prison warders and even old ladies have been the target of Moxley’s cold-blooded murder spree. 

When Detective Inspector Vinnie Palmer is assigned to the case, Moxley decides that he too must die, but not before he has led him from one blood-soaked scene to another. 

Among his victims is Vinnie’s offsider, Detective Constable Rob Hill, who he discovers has his own dark and destructive secret that rips Vinnie’s life apart. 

With the help of Moxley’s psychiatrist, Vinnie delves deep into the man’s criminal past and uncovers a history of corrupt police, sexual coercion and gaol brutality. 

But when Vinnie closes in on Moxley and takes the law into his own hands, he ends up suspended and stripped of his police powers. 

Determined not to let Moxley escape justice, Vinnie continues his pursuit of the maniac as a private citizen. 

He teams up with determined television reporter Christine Jones and together they pursue Moxley north to Scotland and back again. 

But the killer always seems to be one step ahead, leaving a trail mutilated bodies in his wake.
Lured on by Moxley’s taunts, Vinnie discovers that it is his own wife – a fellow police worker – who has been an unwitting aid in Moxley’s deadly deeds. 

As a result, his suspension is lifted in time for him and Christine to gain full police support and finally confront Moxley in a terrifying final encounter. But is it too late?

Chapter One

Drip, drip, drip. The rhythmic beat of blood trickling on to the ground from the torso’s right hip mesmerised Daniel Moxley. He counted the seconds it took each drop to travel from the man’s waist to the concrete floor. Then he looked up and followed the blood-flow across the naked back to the left shoulder where the meat hook suspended the man at an unnatural angle. Curious, he watched each pulsated blood run. Some travelled around the man’s scapula, and some across it, as each line strived to follow gravity’s path.

As the pool on the floor grew larger, it never ceased to amaze Moxley how far a little blood could go. Though in this case, the amount of blood was more than a little. The man let out a semi-conscious moan, which broke his reverie. This angered Moxley, it interrupted his enjoyment. He rose from his chair and walked around the man to face him.

“Not long now, I should think,” said Moxley, as he noticed the man’s pallor was much greyer than the last time he’d looked. He glanced at his watch, 2 pm, that had been half an hour ago, though it had seemed only like minutes. “Has the pain eased? You’re quieter now.”

“Numb,” the man said, spitting the word out in a pant that appeared laboured.

“I told you it would. Now, say the word again.”

“Sorry,” the man mumbled.

Moxley liked to think of his guest as ‘The Man’. It dehumanised him in his mind. Referring to him by name or, worse, by his title would give him back his standing. ‘My Man’ was even better for it denoted some kind of ownership by Moxley and further empowered him. The thought aroused him slightly. He ignored it, no time for such pleasantries.

Taking his mind off himself, he looked around the disused building, long since stripped of anything of value. Even though it was warm outside, all the windows were broken and a cool draught whistled through. It reminded him of railway station platforms; always cold. He considered spinning The Man around again. He knew any screams couldn’t be heard. Half would be silenced by the wind and the remainder would have too far to travel to find anyone. He decided to wait and ask The Man again.

“Have you worked out what you’re sorry for now?” he asked in a singsong way.

“Look,” His Man said, speaking in short bursts, “I’ve been good to you over the years … always looked out for you ... got to know your other side.”

“I know all that, which is why you’ve only been here a few hours. If you was that other screw, then I’d be keeping you here for days.”

“Danny, look … Bill and I were only doing our jobs.”

“You forget I got to see your report. It’s amazing what money can buy. I was happy at Strangeways; you of all people knew that.”

“I know,” His Man said. He paused before he continued.

Moxley sensed he was getting weaker.

“But you have to believe me; we had no option but to agree … after all, it was the doctors who approved your move.”

Moxley knew this was true, he’d been shown the final report. But he still felt hugely let down by His Man, Tim Knowles. He shook the name from his mind. “Being moved was bad enough; but declared insane, I mean there’re having a laugh. Do you think I’m mad?”

“No, no of course not,” His Man answered. “Please, let me go, I can’t take much more … I’ve told you I’m sorry … and I truly am.”

At that very moment, Moxley was sure His Man was telling him the truth, which was why he decided to end his suffering. He’d made His Man pay his ‘fine’, time to go. “Okay,” he said, before going for his chair, an old office one he’d found lying in the rubble, which had proved very handy. He pulled it to the back of the man and looked up at the rafter exposed through the broken ceiling, from where the meat hook was tethered. He’d fastened the hook to the beam with rope, but it would be easy to cut through. His Man would drop about two feet to the concrete floor, which wasn’t far he thought.

About the Author:

Roger A. Price was born in Bury, raised in Whitley Bay, and has lived in Lancashire since he was thirteen. Currently living in Preston, Roger served for over thirty-one years with the Lancashire Constabulary, the Regional Crime Squad and the National Crime Squad.

He retired in the rank of detective inspector in charge of a covert unit in Lancashire, which received local and national acclaim for its successes in engaging those who openly sold Class A drugs, such as heroin and crack cocaine.

Prior to this he led the C.I.D. in Preston for a short while and before that was in charge of a dedicated informant unit. Previous experiences include work on many murder investigations and other serious crimes, as well as time spent on drug squads.

He has served around the region, country, and overseas. His work on the National Crime Squad took him across Europe and to the Far East. He has been commended on four occasions.

He now writes fiction based in-part on his experiences, and in-part from his fevered imagination. He now writes full time.

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Jennifer Harlow

Excerpt by Jennifer Harlow and review...

Judging from the twenty voicemails, and house phone ringing off the hook, I’d say the demon woke up the whole town. Every witch he came within fifty feet of felt him. I know this because it’s in the book right in front of me Auntie Sara brought over. I sit at the kitchen table with Cora curled up in my lap as I scan the pages. She hasn’t let me go since I retrieved them from the office. Sophie was throwing ingredients into the cauldron as Cora watched. I think it was a protection spell. I just grabbed them and brought them downstairs with me into the kitchen where we’ve set up camp.

Adam hands Auntie Sara a cup of coffee, which she takes with shaky hands. Sophie sits across from me staring at her sister, face made of stone. Adam plops down in the empty chair beside me, sliding a coffee cup over. “Thank you,” I say.

He nods. “So…a demon. I thought they were just myths.”

“Says the werewolf,” I say with a crooked smile. It’s all I can muster right now.

“I cannot believe you lied to me,” Auntie Sara says to me.

I had no choice but to tell her everything. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you know about demons?” Adam asks me.

“Not a whole lot. It’s not something I ever thought would come up. They’re rare, at least the kind I think this one is.”

“There’s more than one type?” Adam asks.

“There’s the kind you summon and the kind that just sneaks through the dimensional cracks,” Auntie Sara instructs. “With the latter you get your basic demonic possession. They’re too weak, so they need a host body. The summoned kind is a specific demon. They have specific traits and powers, depending on who was called.”

“What do they look like?” Adam asks.

“Human,” Sophie says. All eyes dart to her in surprise. “He’ll look like whoever gave the blood for the ritual.” Auntie Sara, Adam, and I all share a concerned look, and Cora grasps me harder. “The murder of something innocent, usually an animal, helps open the doorway. It comes out of the portal, looking like a demon. It’s…” She shakes her head and winces. I get a chill. “It’s unnatural. It doesn’t belong here and can’t survive, so the witch gives her blood and it takes human form.” She looks down at the table away from our stares. “Um, it’ll look, sound, act, even bleed like us. I guess it sort of is us. Just…a little more. And powerful.”

“So it can be killed,” Adam says.

“It’s not as simple as that,” I say. “It’s like a psychic on steroids. If she summoned the demon in charge of fire it can make you spontaneously combust from twenty yards away. If it can read in its dimension, it can invade your mind and trap your consciousness inside yourself.”

“And it’s strong,” Sophie adds. “Probably as strong as you. And it heals fast too.”

My stomach clenches again. “What—what else do you know about them, honey?”

“People can’t tell what they are, but we can because we’re from here and they’re from there. They don’t like us because of it. And they don’t like it that they have to listen to the person who brought them here. But they only have to do one thing, and they’re free. We can trap them, though, with sigils and spells. They can’t hurt us then. Not even with their brains. And they don’t like certain smells, and silver hurts them real bad.”

“An—anything else, honey?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

She just shrugs.

I clear my throat. “Okay um, girls why don’t you go in the living room and pop in a movie?”

Cora burrows deeper into my chest. “No, I don’t want to leave you,” she cries.

“I’ll be in here. I’ll be able to see you the whole time, okay?”

“Come on,” Sophie says as she stands. “We’ll watch Toy Story 3.”

I manage to extract the child from my body and get her to her feet. A stoic Sophie takes her hand and leads her into the living room. Oh hell, what on earth am I going to do? “Mona, how did she know all of that?” Auntie Sara asks. “You don’t think—”

“Auntie Sara, that is a not now question, okay?” The telephone starts ringing again, sending splinters into my already throbbing temples. “Can you just field calls for me?”

“And what am I supposed to tell them?”

“The truth?” My brain is swimming. I rub my temples to focus. “Tell them we’re having an emergency meeting in the morning, time and location in an e-mail to follow.”

“Okay,” Auntie Sara says as she stands. She grabs the portable phone and walks out.

I glance at the girls sitting on the couch, then at Adam. He plays with his cup but his weary eyes stay on me. “Are you okay?” he asks.

I don’t know what it is about those words, or maybe it’s his gentle expression, but I almost burst into tears. Tentatively, he places his hand over mine, squeezing it. No, not now. I gasp and cover my mouth but a few tears make it to my eyes. I shut them. Using all my willpower, I push them away. If I break now I won’t be able to pull myself together again, so I do what I do best. I swallow my emotions so deep an archeologist couldn’t find them. I pull my hand away and wipe the stray tears off my face. Problem. Fix the problem first. “Um, what did you find out from Cheyenne? What time did she get to the bar?”

“She was there when I got there at 10:30. We talked until about 12:30, when I walked her to her car. We woke at 4:30, so she had plenty of time to summon it.”

“What did she say?”

“About you? Not a lot. She thinks you’re prissy, unimaginative, and holier than thou. Her words, not mine.”

“I don’t give a shit what she thinks about my character flaws! In between the make-out sessions did she give you any indication she hates me enough to do all this?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t get much out of her, I’m sorry.”

I stand, practically making the chair fall back. “Well, I can’t do much with sorry, can I?”

I can’t breathe in here. I need to breathe so I can think. I stalk into the backyard, taking in huge gulps of air. Instantly, I feel like a jerk. I can’t keep doing that. He is in no way, shape, or form deserving of mu ire.

Even still, a second later he steps outside to check on me. “Mona?”

“I’m sorry,” I say, “I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to speak to you like that, I really don’t. I’m not normally like this, I swear.”

“I know.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing, Adam. A killer? Now a demon too? What the hell am I going to do?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“How? I can’t think. I can’t…” Shit, the tears are trying the damndest to get out. I take a ragged breath. “I am so scared.”

“I know.” He steps toward me, and the next thing I know his arms are around me, pulling me into his warm body. Dear goddess does this feel wonderful. He’s so solid and even smells good, like hyssop and soap. “I know,” he whispers. He simply holds me, my head on his shoulder and hand against his racing heart. I just want to melt into him. For a fleeting instant all the world fades except for me and him, and I can actually believe everything will be okay as long as he never lets me go.

But only for an instant. I’m too realistic for false hope. Lust, be gone. I pull away, my back straightening to gain some respectability back. “Thank you. That helped.”

“Happy to oblige,” he says, for some reason unable to look at me.

I step away and turn my back to him. Okay, I can think now. This is good. “So, um, I have a request to make of you.”

“Anything.”

I knew he’d say that. “I need you to take the girls away from here. Take them to Jason’s or your house or wherever, and keep them safe for me.”

“That’s not a good idea.”

I spin around. “The hell it isn’t! There is a fucking demon here to kill me!”

“Then you come with us.”

“I can’t! I can’t leave everyone here with a demon on the loose. Just take them and go!”

“I am not leaving you alone here!” he says with enough force to punch through a wall.

“This isn’t your fight.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“The game has changed. It’s far too dangerous around me now. Just take them and go! Please!”

“No. I made a promise and I take promises very seriously.”

I throw my arms up. “I absolve you! Take them and go!”

“No!” Sophie shouts from the door. I turn around as she leads her sister toward us. “If you send us away, we’ll just come right back! We will!” she says, voice shaking. “I can protect you! I can! I know what to do! Please!” She looks at Adam, eyes wild. “Don’t take us away. Please, don’t take us away.”

“Sophie—” I say, my voice breaking along with my heart.

“We are not going anywhere,” Adam says to Sophie. “I promise.”

“You can’t—” I say.

He grabs my arm and yanks me away from the girls, all but dragging me to the other side of the yard. “Now, you listen to me,” he says in a low voice. “You are letting your fear cloud your judgment, and you are scaring the hell out of those girls there. More than even the demon is. Is that what you want?”

“No, but—”

“We are not leaving, do you hear me? Do not mention it again.” He takes a deep breath to regain his composure. “Look, I know you’re used to doing everything on your own, but you cannot do this alone. You can’t. So, I am here to protect you and those girls so you don’t have to. But to do that, we all need to be here. Together. A cohesive unit working together. A pack, okay? And since you aren’t thinking clearly right now, I’ll do it for you. If you die, who will take care of them? They need to be near you, a strong you. If they go away, and you die, they will never ever recover. They have lost too damn much already.”

“It could kill them to get to me,” I whisper.

“Mona, if that thing wants them, and is as powerful as you say it is, it won’t matter where they are. It will find them and use them anyway. At least here they have you, and me, and an entire army of witches in this town to go through first. And I will die before I let anything happen to any of you. Do you believe me?”

I absolutely do. I shake my head.

“Good. Then trust me on this. Then we’re sticking together. We will be cautious, but we will not let fear rule our lives. We stick to the plan. We fortify this place and ourselves as best we can, we find who summoned this thing, and stop her. Together. You…and me. I am not going anywhere. I swear it to you.”

I have the strongest urge to hug him again, among other things I won’t admit to. He’s so sincere I can’t help but feel…relief. At least that’s what I think it is. It’s a new sensation. Take me awhile to get used to it. “Okay,” I whisper. “Okay.”

“Then let’s get started.” He turns away from me and walks over to the girls, picking up Cora as if it was the most natural thing and holding his hand out for Sophie. She looks at it, but after a second of indecision, puts her hand in his. He leads them inside, off to find a way to save my life.

This time I let the tears flow. Because I can.

What’s A Witch To Do? 

A Midnight Magic Mystery #1
Jennifer Harlow

Genre: Paranormal Mystery/Romance


Publisher: Midnight Ink
Date of Publication: March 2013




ISBN: 9780738735146

Number of pages: 336

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Book Description:

Mona McGregor’s To Do List:

• Make 20 13 potions/spells/charms

• Put girls to bed

• Help with Debbie’s wedding

• Lose 30 pounds before bachelorette auction

• Deal with the bleeding werewolf on doorstep

• Find out who wants me dead

• Prepare for supernatural summit

• Have a nervous breakdown

• Slay a damn demon

• Fall in love


With her to-do lists growing longer each day, the last thing Mona McGregor—High Priestess and owner of the Midnight Magic shop in Goodnight, Virginia—needs is a bleeding werewolf at her front door. Between raising her two nieces and leading a large coven of witches, Mona barely has time for anything else. Not even Guy, the handsome doctor who’s taken an interest in her.

But now there’s Adam Blue, the sexy beta werewolf of the Eastern Pack who’s been badly hurt, warning Mona that someone wants her dead. Hell’s bells! A demon is stalking her, and Mona starts to suspect her coven members and even her own family could be responsible for it. With two attractive men and a determined demon after her, Mona teams up with Adam to find out who really wants her dead.

.. . and who really wants her.

About the Author:

Jennifer Harlow spent her restless childhood fighting with her three brothers and scaring the heck out of herself with horror movies and books. She grew up to earn a degree at the University of Virginia which she put to use as a radio DJ, crisis hotline volunteer, bookseller, lab assistant, wedding coordinator, and government investigator. Currently she calls Northern Virginia home but that restless itch is ever present. In her free time, she continues to scare the beejepers out of herself watching scary movies and opening her credit card bills.

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I loved this book! I started it and finished it in one night - I didn't put it down.

Mona McGregor is a stressed out business owner and a single mom to her two nieces. She is just barely making ends meet, yup sounds like most single mom business owners that I know.

Mona's daily to do list is as long as mine but hers is way more interesting - I had a lot of laughs here. So, between running her business, her household, taking care of her nieces, running her coven, a website, and spell classes, she has to fight for her life and find out who wants her dead. Did I mention that she is stressed out?

The only difference between Mona and the moms that I know is that Mona is a powerful witch and the High Priestess of her coven. I recommend reading this one and I would definitely read another book by Jennifer Harlow.

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Rebecca Trogner

Interview with Rebecca Trogner...

I would like to thank Rebecca for stopping by to share The Last Keeper's Daughter with us today. I looks like the kind of novel that you sit down to read and find that you just can't put it down. Let's see what Rebecca has to say about Last Keeper's process and her writing process.

Cloey: When did you become interested in writing?

Rebecca: I started writing in my teens, just small stuff, nothing that I showed anyone, little snippets and scenes. It wasn’t until around five years ago that I really thought about writing a book. It seemed a daunting task at first. How was I ever going to write hundreds of pages? But once I got started it wasn’t as difficult as I thought, and I found that I loved to sit down and lose myself in the story.

Cloey: What inspired you to write The Last Keeper's Daughter?

Rebecca: I’ve always loved reading about vampires and I wanted to write a character, Krieger, who is ancient and unapologetic about being a vampire. So many of the books I read in this genre portray the vampire as being a tortured soul and I didn’t want that. I wanted Krieger to be at peace with himself and his place in the world. I wanted to explore the interaction between an ancient vampire and a young woman. I wanted to write a book that meshed all the genres I found interesting together. The Last Keeper’s Daughter has the paranormal, romance, mystery, and a tiny bit of horror.

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

Rebecca: I’d rather let the readers decide what the message is for them.

Cloey: Who was your favorite character and who was your least favorite character to develop and why?

Rebecca: My favorite character to write was Detective Dale Hunter, mainly because of his sense of humor. He’s a human who gets tossed into this unbelievable world and helps to solve the murders. It surprised me that I loved to write him as much as I did.

My least favorite character is Walter Ayres, the father of Lily. In the beginning of my story he gives his daughter to Krieger Barnes, a vampire king. While it turns out for the best, I still can’t imagine doing that, and the other things that are revealed in the story.

Cloey: What did you enjoy most about writing The Last Keeper's Daughter?

Rebecca: I enjoyed everything about writing this book, because it’s my first, because I can see everything so clearly in my mind, because it’s set in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and in an area of Virginia that is dear to me. I wanted it to be modern and gothic at the same time, and I think I achieved that.

Cloey: What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing the story to life?

Rebecca: Honestly, the main challenge was to push forward and not let myself become overwhelmed about writing a book. I researched about psychological trauma, Roman and Greek Gods, England, and some ancient languages, but I enjoy that so I didn’t see it as a challenge.

Cloey: What are you working on now?

Rebecca: I just finished the sequel to The Last Keeper’s Daughter. I wrote a romance/erotic novel (non-paranormal) that I’m shopping around right now. I have a free paranormal romance on my blog called Chains of Cronus that I add a chapter to each week.

Cloey: What do you like to read in your free time?

Rebecca: Everything! I just finished Gabriel’s Inferno and Gabriel’s Rapture by Sylvain Reynard, In the Garden of Beasts by Erik Larson, and The Passage by Justin Cronin. I love to read about history. Put a David McCullough novel in front of me and I’m happy.

Cloey: Share with us something about yourself that we wouldn't see in your bio or on any other blogs (this can be anything from the type of music you like, your favorite color, or even your favorite meal - share whatever you want your fans to know about you)

Rebecca: I love art and my favorite artist is Sir Frederic Leighton. Two paintings in particular, Flaming June and Cymon and Ipihigenia, were very helpful in getting me into the right frame of mind to write scenes with Krieger and Lily.

Cloey: Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing with us today, The Last keeper's Daughter looks like a very good read and I can't wait to read it.

The Last Keeper’s Daughter
Book 1 in The Last Keeper’s Daughter Series
Rebecca Trogner

Genre: Paranormal Romance Mystery

Publisher: Crescent Moon Press

Word Count: 86,360











Book Description:

Born into old money, Lily Ayres lives at Waverly, her family’s estate situated at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Paris, Virginia. She is a strange, small, almost mute, young woman who has no idea that her father has given her to the Vampire King Krieger. Walter Ayres is the King’s Keeper and part of a secret society of historians who unearth, preserve, and attempt to understand relics of long forgotten civilizations.

Lily has never felt comfortable in the human world, but after she suspiciously falls down a flight of stone steps, and is healed and claimed by Krieger, she realizes there is another world. In this Other Realm she feels a sense of belonging, and begins to untwine the mysterious event which left her mentally and psychologically damaged. When Walter disappears in England, Lily works with human and supernatural beings to uncover his whereabouts. With each new discovery, she is pulled deeper into the vortex of magic, intrigue, and dark desires that permeates the supernatural world. The revelations revealed unfold a story of deception and betrayal that threaten to tear the thin veil between the supernatural and human world asunder.

About the Author:

Rebecca Trogner lives in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, and frequently crosses the Blue Ridge Mountains that were the inspiration for Krieger’s home. She always dreamed of being a writer, but got sidetracked by the day-to-day adventures of life. With the encouragement of her family, she has finished her first novel and is currently writing the next book in The Last Keeper’s Daughter series. Rebecca lives with her husband and son, and a rescue dog named Giblet. To find out more about the author visit www.rebeccatrogner.com.

Website: www.rebeccatrogner.com

Blog: http://blog.rebeccatrogner.com

Twitter: @RTrogner

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/RTrogner

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