Kensington Cove Series

Kensington Cove Series:

FREE on KU: When the moon rises, the silver threads of love touch down and embrace the heart of a lone skin walker, who is seized by an undeniable need to claim his or her mate. Join the cast of characters of Kensington Cove as they forge forward, securing a place in the world and staking a claim to their one true soul mate.

ETHAN: Call of the Night: The Shoshone Clan (Kensington Cove Book 1)

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Lupine shifter Ethan Cotter, a member of the Shoshone clan, has a problem. And that curvaceous problem, with long, tantalizing legs has a name, Sadie Reed.

Sadie Reed, orphaned at birth, never knew her true family but a clue sends her running to Kensington Cove. The day she arrives, a driving mishap lands her in the arms of one hot, sexy, leather-clad biker, Ethan Cotter.

The wolf in him stirred the moment they met. But Ethan’s worried his secret will scare her off. But Sadie has secrets of her own, secrets that will turn Kensington Cove into a battle zone for supremacy.

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COLE: Call of the Night: The Shoshone Clan (Kensington Cove Book 3)

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Cole Cotter, a member of the Shoshone clan, isn’t looking for anything permanent. That is until sexy, sassy, and independent Ava Johansson returns to town.

Four years ago, Ava Johansson left Kensington Cove and now, she’s come home. There’s only one problem—she still harbors a secret crush on Cole, her sister’s boyfriend from high school. And now, he’s the deep-seated yearning desire she intends to ignore at any cost.

Enthralled by Ava’s alluring scent, Cole can’t get her out of his head. The irresistible long-legged blond is under his skin. She’s the itch he needs to scratch and then some. Now, he just has to convince her to give him a chance, which is easier said than done.

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Book 4: Dominic: Call of the Night (The Black Foot Clan) – Coming 09/04/15

Book 5: CAIN: Call of the Night (The Shoshone Clan) – Coming 09/18/15

Book 6: JAKE: Call of the Night (The Shoshone Clan) – Coming 10/02/15

Coming Soon: Kensington Cove’s Full Moon Rising sub-series . . .

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Book1: TROY: Full Moon Rising (The Lakota Clan) – Coming 10/15/15

Book 2: SAM: Full Moon Rising (The Lakota Clan) – Coming 10/30/15

Book 3: ADAM: Full Moon Rising (The Kweo Clan) – Coming 11/13/15

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Book 4: LUCAS: Full Moon Rising (The Kweo Clan) – Coming 11/29/15

Book 5: DYLAN: Full Moon Rising (The Formillia Coven) – Coming 12/11/15

Book 6: EVAN: Full Moon Rising (The Rodeseus Coven) – Coming 12/25/15

Note: These books contain sexual content, adult situations, and profanity.

Meet Author Ryan Jo Summers

Today, I have Author Ryan Jo Summers visiting.

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Ryan Jo Summers is a freelance writer and novelist. Raised in Michigan, she was a book fanatic from a young age. She wrote her first book, complete with illustrations, at the age of ten. From that early start, she has always had pen to paper.

When not writing, or working at her daytime job, she loves spending time with her menagerie of pets—finned, feathered, and furry. She also enjoys getting together with friends, travel, reading, cooking, word find puzzles, nature, houseplants, and painting—just about everything. Painting, writing poems, and baking are forms of stress relief and therapy to work through times of sorrow.

Ryan lives in Western North Carolina where the vast mountain-scape provides both endless beauty and inspiration.

Ryan Jo, tell us all about you and your writing adventures.

AL: What were you like in school?

RJS: I was a quiet student. School initially was difficult for me, mostly due to my eyesight and not being able to see the chalkboard. Did I just age myself in that comment? Well, once I got glasses and could see, I got it all figured out and became ‘that’ student. I loved English and science classes, struggled through mathematics and liked history. Later, I became crazy over more English and sciences, struggled my way through chemistry and algebra and enjoyed foreign language. In High School I pushed for the accelerated courses. In English class, when we were told to read a book, I wanted to read two. When we had to write a paper, I always asked the maximum length it could be. I’m sure the other kids resented my enthusiasm but school became a place to earn acceptance and validation.

AL: What have you written?

RJS: It started with short stories mostly with a biographical slant. Some got published in trade journals and magazines. A fictional short story took honorable mention in a national contest. I’ve had several free-lance opinion essays put out in print and online. I write poetry, only one published in an anthology. For me, it’s therapy to cope with life. Of the novels, three contemporary romances have been published since 2012. Another one is coming out November 2015 and a novella is coming out early 2016. Now I am writing other stuff. I recently completed a YA/NA novel and am working on two longer works that will fall in commercial or women’s lit.

AL: Do you write long hand, typewriter, computer or dictate?

RJS: All of the above. I used to write long hand on legal paper, transcribing it to my trusty typewriter. It was challenging but I finally joined the modern world and have a computer. So now I write both long hand and directly into the document. As I travel about, I think of things to add, change or whatever so I scribble them down on scraps of paper and later transcribe them into the document. Future story ideas go on any scrap of paper and into a file, paper clipped with similar ideas. My organization system is not the most modern, but it does work.

Interestingly, my dad is a songwriter. He does the exact same thing. He writes lines and lyrics on legal pads or scraps of paper and they might eventually become a song. Years ago I took all his notes and scraps from the 40-odd years and put them all in a scrap book to preserve and chronicle his best songs. It was neat to see all those coffee stained bits of paper scribbled with a few lines that I know as complete songs now.

AL: How have you evolved creatively?

RJS: By reading more broadly. For many years, I would only read—and write—things that I knew I liked. I was not very adventurous in my reading. What if I didn’t like this new book? Then I started taking chances and reading new genres and authors. Wow, there’s some cool stuff out there. And I learned what I like, what I know now that I don’t care for and that in turn has bled over to my writing over time. I never envisioned myself as a romance writer, as I don’t see myself as a particularly romantic person. I’m way too practical for spontaneous romance. However, I have learned there are many layers to romance, and I know what layers I like, and which ones I tend to avoid, so it has forced me to become more creative to stay within my comfort layers. There might be an element of laziness in there too.

AL: Do you proofread/ edit yourself or have others proofread and edit?

RJS: I used to do it all myself. And doubtlessly missed a ton of errors. Lately I have learned the value of beta readers and my current WIP’s go to beta readers. I think the barter system of beta reading between writers is a wonderful currency that more writers should get involved with. And of course, once the contract is signed, I’ve been blessed with great, eagle eyed editors at the publishing house to catch all those tiny bits of mistake. I’m still learning how to make the computer program work with me for proofreading.

AL: How do you get book reviews?

RJS: Well, I must not be very good at this, as I actually have very few reviews on my books. Most Amazon reviews are by people (friends) who bought the book, read it and left me a review (because I begged them to). I’ve sent the ARCs out to review sites and have very low results. I have not yet figured out if this is normal or if I’m doing something wrong. I do think there are lots of writers asking for reviews on fewer numbers of readers so there is doubtlessly some backlog involved.

AL: How do you relax?

RJS: I go for walks in the national forest and hang out by the river. I journal. Or I take my collie to the dog park and let him run. He and I like to sit on the porch and bird watch. Sometimes I work a good wiggly word find puzzle or play mah jongg to stimulate the mind. These are all good to get the creative juices flowing and chipping away at the occasional times I write myself into a corner.

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Her novel, When Clouds Gather, is available on Amazon.

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Darby Adams has a full, happy life in Driftwood Shores with a successful Bed and Breakfast Inn, The Brass Lamplighter, and her teenage son, Matt. Until a guest is found dead in one of her rooms. Suddenly, she is the number one suspect—a murderess. With her world rapidly spinning out of control, Darby desperately needs a friend.

The surviving family wants answers—and prosecution—so they hire Private Investigator Sam Golden to unquestionably prove Darby’s guilt. Busy with his disobedient, willful teenage daughter, Sam still takes the case. He starts in the dual role as a sympathetic ally to Darby while searching for the evidence needed to send her to prison. It should be an easy case to close.

Until strange things begin happening at the B & B, scary things. Until their kids form a friendship. Until feelings develop between Darby and Sam, in the heat of the mysteries surrounding them. As Darby leans on Sam to survive, he has to question his thoughts on her guilt or innocence. Then the day comes he has to tell her the truth about himself.

Reeling from Sam’s confession, Darby thinks things can’t get any worse. Then they do. She has no choice except to trust him once more, but can she ever trust him with her heart?

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Amused at the joking between mother and son, Madison chuckled as the sounds of clanking dishes came from the kitchen. “My dad can cook pretty well too. He makes a terrible mess but the food is good.”

Darby perked up. It was so rare for Madison to mention her family, she was slightly taken aback at the information. She propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her upturned palms.

“Tell me about your family, Madison.”

The girl blinked. “My mom died a few months ago and you already know my dad.”

“I know your dad?” Darby drew back in surprise.

“Yeah. Didn’t Matt tell you who I was?”

Come to think of it, Matt had omitted a lot of information. Darby managed a shake of her head.

“Boys,” Madison muttered with a sigh. “My dad is Sam Golden.”

“Sam?” Darby echoed dully. This child her son was sweet on, this girl with such good manners, was actually Sam’s willful daughter? She replayed their conversation from the sunroom over in her mind, not able to reconcile the two versions of Madison.

But why hadn’t she put the pieces together before? It made perfect sense now. They were both new in town. Sam said he had a fourteen year old daughter who had a birthday coming up soon and Madison had mentioned she was going to be turning fifteen soon. Where was her mind lately?

“Yes, I can see the family resemblance now.” Indeed, she could see Sam’s honest brown eyes, confident chin and athletic build in Madison. Just the hair was different as Madison’s was a honey blond. Had she inherited that from her departed mother?

Suddenly she felt warm. Outside the windows the wind howled, as if to remind her she still had work to do. “If you’ll excuse me, Madison, I need to feed the animals for the night.”

Grabbing up the food and water pails and pulling on her jacket, she stepped out into the wind and rain. Over the howling wail, she could hear the excited barking of the dogs. Oddly enough, no cats loitered about, waiting for their meal.

“If they’re hiding out the storm in their shelters, I’ll give them double rations tomorrow,” she promised, wishing she had fed them all earlier. Instead she had stopped to visit her neighbor. She was glad for the visit, it was the one place she could go and not be questioned, accosted, or interrogated about the death of Robert Wilson. They could drink tea, talk about flowers and anything else. However, she felt bad it cost her cats their dinner.

“There, there, my babies,” she cooed to the dogs, entering their pen. “It’s just a storm, nothing to get excited about.” The pack was especially anxious, whining loudly. They barked into the night, ignoring her offering.

Assuming it was the weather that had them shook up, she dropped the last of the food and stood back, waiting for them to dive in. Instead, they milled around, nosing her and searching the night. Rex and Cinders pawed anxiously at the gate, whining.

Worry slowly prickled along her spine. “Don’t worry guys, it’s just a storm. Eat your dinner before it gets soaked and go curl up in the doghouses. You’ll be fine.” She patted them, hoping to ease their anxiety.

The pack was bothered by more than just the storm. She did a head count, realizing something.

One of the dogs was missing, her favorite blond cocker spaniel.

The pen was escape proof and it had been locked when she arrived.

The pinpricks of worry quickly turned to fear. The last time she felt this way, she had found a dead body in her house.

Casting another look around, she saw nothing except the close-banded dark, heavy clouds pouring out the rain. Beyond, she heard the rattling of garden bells and wind chimes and pounding surf. Closer, she could see the inviting warmth of the house streaming through the windows, reminding her Matt and Madison were inside.

Glancing down at the dogs, she decided they would be safe enough and would just be hungry tomorrow. Like the cats, extra rations all the way around. Double-checking behind her to make sure the gate was secure, she paused.

“How on earth did Melody get out? And where is she?” Calling the dog’s name into the wind, she waited, but no sad eyed spaniel came running, wagging her stumpy tail. Now she regretted not moving the little dog inside quicker. If she had not been so busy today with going to Matt’s school and stopping at Laura’s, she might have had more time for that bath.

“Well, I hope she finds a decent shelter from the storm,” she decided, trying to shrug off the weight of dread settling on her shoulders. It wasn’t working.

Matt was in the house and she needed to get to him. The impulse to run almost overtook her. Panic took root in her heart. Breaking into a fast jog, she rounded the corner, heart hammering. She had to reach Matt.

The skies opened up with a thunderous roar, rain pounding upon her like tiny daggers of ice. At the same time, Darby heard a young girl’s scream.

Terror overtook her and she dropped the pails, breaking into a full run. Heart pounding, she reached the porch steps and slammed to a breathless halt, bile rising in her stomach. The next scream she heard was the one escaping from her own throat.

Matt appeared in the doorway above her, illuminated by the lights inside. “Mom?” he whispered hoarsely. Behind him came the sounds of sobbing.

Surrendering to the most basic need, Darby tore her eyes from the gristly scene before her, lifting them to Matt. “Call Sam.”

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Be sure to check out her other bodies of work, too.

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Shimmers of Stardust

Logan Riley, Civil War hero turned outlaw, was hanged in 1869. He survived, watching time progress for over a century. Anthropologist Dr. McKenzie Lynne is hired to find him. Once she discovers him and learns the real plans the scientists have in mind to study him, she bolts, taking their living treasure with her.

Pursued by obsessed physicists and the military, Kenzie and Logan race across the vast desert and mountains of Arizona and New Mexico, struggling to stay one step ahead of their hunters. But Logan has spent four years in the Civil War and five years running as an outlaw. He knows how to stay alive, survive on nothing, when to run and when to hole up. He may not understand much about this new world, but he knows how to outfox hunters and that Kenzie is one Thoroughbred of a woman and he vows to keep her safe.

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Whispers in her Heart

She had a mystical reputation …

Third-generation horse trainer, Season Moriarty, has just taken on the impossible. Hired by the gorgeous yet notoriously difficult Ty Masters to transform his wild colt into a legendary racehorse, she comes face to face with a threat to the horses that puts even her special gifts to the test. As it turns out, the whispers in her heart do indeed carry a bit of the mystical—along with a warning.

… But what they had between them was pure magic.

Ty Masters, owner of the world-renowned Heritage Farms, has turned out more than one champion in his time. Now so much of his financial future rests on the colt, Sky Hunter—just as so much of Sky Hunter’s future rests in the hands of Season Moriarty. Has Ty been wrong to trust her? Something about her seems almost spooky—and so lovely that she has his heart racing faster than the horses.

Ryan Jo, thanks so much for visiting with us today!

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Meet Bonnie S. Johnston

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 Bonnie JohnstonBonnie’s first novel, The Dark Side of the Mountain, describes the tragic life of her ancestor, Anna Margaretha Mallow, who survived the Fort Seybert massacre in 1758.

Unfortunately, stories of the women who settled this country and endured extreme difficulties and hardship during the French and Indian War and the Revolution are rare.

You may read more about this author and follow her on Amazon.

April: Thank you for being here with us today, Bonnie. Can you tell us about yourself and background?

Bonnie S. Johnston: After graduating from Miami University, Ohio, I taught English and raised three sons. I retired from the University of Cincinnati where I taught English and was the Director of the Writing Lab. For decades I had pursued my hobby, genealogy, and wrote narratives about my findings. The thought of writing a novel did not occur to me at that time, but eventually I began to think of other ways to present the information I had discovered about my ancestors.

April: How much research do you do?

Bonnie S. Johnston: Much of the research for novels about my ancestors was done over the years. I had a large collection of charts and graphs as well as notes about the families. When I decided to write an historical novel, I needed to research historical aspects of the time periods as well as life in general during the eighteenth century. I have searched for and found several primary journals about the French and Indian War that were extremely helpful in providing background. I spent much time reading other novels about the period, in particular Allan Eckert’s wonderful narratives with footnotes.

April: What draws you to the historical fiction genre?

Bonnie S. Johnston: I have always loved history and reading historical novels. When it became apparent that not many people were interested in genealogy and charts and forms, I began to think about historical fiction. I had discovered several ancestors who had endured tragic events and losses during the settlement of this country. One in particular, Anna Mallow, was involved in an Indian massacre in 1758. Her story fascinated me so I decided to tell her story. In the research process of the event, I discovered that Obama also descends from this family.

April: Why is the main character in your novel so special?

Bonnie S. Johnston: The subject of the novel The Dark Side of the Mountain was a tragic figure who was caught up in events she did not understand. After emigranting from Germany in 1749, she was taken by an ambitious husband to the frontier of Virginia where she eventually had five children. Before five years had passed, the Indians began to terrorize the frontier and she and her children were forced to a fort for safety. The fort was burned and she and her children were taken captive. Three of her children died, and she became a captive of the French. She endured so much loss and tragedy before she was returned to her husband.

April: Do you prefer eBooks or traditional print books?

Bonnie S. Johnston: I much prefer print books but eBooks are popular with many younger people. My novel is an eBook but will go to print this summer. In promoting this novel, I have had many people request the print copy and suspect it is because the audience tends to be older. In addition, this novel relates a real event and real families, many of whose descendants want a hard copy. Others want the hard copy for gifts. The genre and subject may appeal to a different audience than the audience that regularly reads eBooks.

April: Are you writing a series?

Bonnie S. Johnston: This novel may very well be the first in a series. I have many more tales to tell about my ancestors, women in particular. However, each novel would stand alone as one would not be a continuation of another. I am considering writing a collection of short stories about several women including Anne Ballard who was tied to a cannon at Jamestown during Bacon’s Rebellion in the 1600s. I have a second novel just about completed that describes the life of a woman who lost a daughter to an Indian attack and eventually settled Dayton Ohio in 1798.

April: What are you working on right now?

Bonnie S. Johnston: Currently, I am completing the editing on my second novel, hopefully to be published later this year. Then I am collecting information about four women who all had interesting and eventful lives in the settlement of this country.


A blend of fact and fiction, The Dark Side of the Mountain describes two turbulent decades in the life of Anna Margaretha Mallow, an extraordinary woman caught up in events she cannot understand or control. Moved by her husband to the frontier of Virginia at the beginning of the French and Indian War, she and her five children are forced to seek safety at Fort Seybert from the notorious Chief Killbuck, who is on a death march to save his people and culture. Surviving what becomes a deadly massacre, Anna and her children are taken captive and marched to the Ohio River Valley where she endures indescribable losses and change. Only courage and perseverance sustain her during his dark period in American history.


Excerpts from The Dark Side of the Mountain

By Bonnie S. Johnston

Published by Soul Mate Publishing November 2014

September 15, 1749


My name is Anna Margaretha Mallow, and I am nervously excited after weeks of unrest. I was christened Anna Margaretha but much prefer the shorter Anna. My husband Michael holds me tightly as our ship glides with the tide toward the port of Philadelphia. We dream of a good life ahead, and we dream of our own land where we can raise our children without fear of armies tramping down our crops or leaders constantly changing. I hope to have many children and live to see my grandchildren and perhaps great grandchildren. My unborn child kicks in excitement knowing the opportunities that lie ahead of us.

While her eyes burned from the smoke-filled room, Anna tried to suppress her fears. She did not understand the reason for Seyberts move nor did she want to hear more about the Virginia land. She wondered how could they possibly be better off than they were in the Tulpehocken Valley? After all, there were no churches, no close towns, few close neighbors, and endless land to clear. There was certainly no military protection, not that there was much here, but it just felt safer in the settled Tulpehocken Valley. Finally, bristling with unspoken anger, Anna breathed a sigh of relief when little Mary became restless, and the conversation lulled.

May 15, 1753


Once again, I have deferred to my husband, and so we have moved. I did not wish this move, but I am a loyal wife so I agreed in the end; to what purpose I do not know. I love Michael and trust him, but what if he is wrong . . . this time? What if this move is not a good one? Only time will tell.

As part of his campaign for vengeance, Killbuck envisioned the flaming frontier, the smoking ruins, the scalped bodies, and the cleansing of the earth of these hated usurpers. And he saw his people returning to the life they loved, the land they protected, the game increasing and thriving.

January 1, 1758


Today is the beginning of a new year. I have no idea what it might bring. The Indian threat is still with us and still more families have left, leaving no more than two hundred settlers in this county. We remain here, bolted in our warm cabin, while the wind wails outside. I doubt that the savages will bother us in this weather. I suspect they have enough problems finding food and feeding their own families. I pray this will be a better year but am not hopeful.

Anna thought of Killbuck. Epitomizing the threat, his image often played in her mind, and she feared him, that strong, ugly, dark Indian who could have killed her but did not. Why? She did not know, but she feared him above all.

April 1, 1758

Struggling through long and dreary days, Anna and Michael rarely spoke, and the children were unusually quiet despite their occasional fighting over objects and crying. On Michael’s orders, Anna could not leave the cabin which had become smoky, hot and oppressive. Her head constantly ached, and her eyes watered. For the first time since the ocean voyage, she put away her mirror, knowing that she no longer wanted to see her face for fear of what would stare back at her.

April 26, 1758


Killbuck was tired but relieved. He and his men were safely hidden a quarter of a mile west of the South Branch River upon which lay his first target, Fort Upper Tract. He was certain that no British scouts had observed his sixty men during their eight day journey from the fort that lay where the Ohio River began its course. Motioning to a nearby warrior, barely discernable in the blackness, Killbuck whispered, “Come. I will show you something.”

Leaving his tired comrades, he led the warrior stealthily through the dense forest to an opening where both could observe a dark ribbon of black winding its way below. The men stopped while Killbuck searched for his target. It took several minutes of silence before he noticed a glow emerging through the dark shapes lining the eastern river bank. “Firelight, the fort. There, you see. That is our target, the fort with soldiers. We will take the fort at first light.”

Anna watched the events unfold in slow motion, She heard the words of surrender; she saw Killbuck strike Jacob and heard the crack of a shot as Nicholas tried to kill the war chief. To her amazement, Killbuck still stood. It was then she was overwhelmed with the failure of it all. It was over, she knew.

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The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World BOOK TRAILER

Ying_Yang_Dos_by_VashApocalypseNEW BOOK TRAILER Release for The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World. Check it out on youtube today.

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An internal clock ticks. It’s counting down, but to what?

Nicolas Armani and Brooklyn ‘Brooke’ Adams must choose between freedom and a life of servitude. Known as a threat to national security by some and an evolutionary link to others, they sit at the edge of the doorway looking in.

Armani and Brooke are on the brink of discovering their ancestral story, which leads to The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World. Will they bridge the evolutionary gap, generating a universal brotherhood? Or set off a chain reaction of events that will send mankind into another dark age?

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The Lost Chronicles is available on Amazon as an eBook and paperback book, as well as on Barnes and Noble as a paperback.

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HOT NEW RELEASE: For the King and Elven Empire

Review ‘For the King and Elven Empire’ is now up at The Reading Cafe!

Join M. A. Abraham for the RELEASE of ‘For the King and Elven Empire’. There are two ways to share in the celebration . . .

Release Party ‘For the King and Elven Empire‘ on FaceBook (June 15 & 16). Come join the fun, chat live with the author, and enter a chance to win some cool sway, eBooks and a signed copy of her newest release.

Review up on ‘For the King and Elven Empire‘ at The Reading Cafe.

Read below for a peek into the fantastical world of Ms. M.A. Abraham:

There is more to my worlds than Elves now.

I have introduced Aliens, although I cannot say how long they will stick around.

The Elven Chronicles is about to evolve. The children are growing, aging, and finding their own places amongst the generation that came before them. The Demons are reaching out, trying to seek out the weak spots, but they too need time to regroup before they can challenge the might of the Elven Empire. They have a new Tanegia and, as horrible as the Rasniff was, he is worse. Under the guidance and perusal of the Drazon, he wreaks terror and death upon the Elves. They will not bow or bend a knee to their enemy. They refuse to break and they will fight to continue to live in the light that they were created to serve. This battle is to the death, be it the Elven Nation, or their enemy.

On Tantalus, the evil, which the Earth ships transported across the void to their new home, has arrived. The Master Witch Hunter doesn’t waste time letting anyone feel his presence, although he doesn’t make an appearance. He is like a ghost in their minds and is not shy about challenging the indigenous population, as well as his own people. He is determined to rule the lives of everyone on the planet, while continuing to kill at will. Those who oppose him, he destroys without conscience. He tries to attack their hosts, but first he has to find a way to get past the mind shields of the winged warriors, those who have offered their lives and services to the people who come in peace. Who will win? Can the Master Witch Hunter manipulate the people he lives amongst enough to work with him; will he have the time needed to reach his goal? Or will those who seek to stop his reign of terror prove to be more than he can handle?

I am forever seeking new worlds, reaching for the impossible. Come with me on my quest, and together, we will exceed the boundaries of the universe.

M.A. Abraham

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The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World

Next month, The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World will be available in paperback.

I can’t wait!


An internal clock ticks. It’s counting down, but to what?

Nicolas Armani and Brooklyn ‘Brooke’ Adams must choose between freedom and a life of servitude. Known as a threat to national security by some and an evolutionary link to others, they sit at the edge of the doorway looking in.

Armani and Brooke are on the brink of discovering their ancestral story, which leads to The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World. Will they bridge the evolutionary gap, generating a universal brotherhood? Or set off a chain reaction of events that will send mankind into another dark age?


Currently, I am working on edits for the second book, The Lost Chronicles of the 5th World, which is due for release summer 2015 (Soul Mate Publishing).


Author Leigh Lee’s debut novel, Vows of Pain & Passion, is now available on Amazon.


She refuses to trust…he refuses to love.

Noble born Adaira Godwin is a determined young woman—whose life is all mapped—out until she runs into a stone wall—Norman warrior, Renouf de Sinclaire, who has other plans for her.

Set in eleventh-century England during the Norman invasion, Vows of Pain & Passion is the story of two headstrong characters, enemies from different lands.

Can they overcome hatred, language barriers, religious beliefs, and their own fears, or is their love doomed from the start?

Meet the author . . . Ms. Leigh Lee

Leigh Lee

Leigh Lee is a writer of historical and contemporary romance, married to her hero. She started writing when her kids were toddlers. Then life changed and all her stories found their way into a box. That raggedy cardboard box saw many moves, until one day Leigh Lee found it again, along with her manuscripts, and began writing again. Leigh and her husband currently live in upstate South Carolina enslaved by their 19-year-old cat.

You may learn more about Ms. Lee at the following websites:

Vows of Pain & Passion Amazon Buy Link

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Looking for some passionate, warm-blooded characters and steamy . . . hot dishes? Check out Merritt Kelly’s debut novel Culinary Seduction. Available on Amazon now.


Food is the new sex and cheftestants Andrea Claire and Danny Miller are battling it out to see who becomes the new high priest or priestess. The two face-off in a contest for hosting duties of new show called CULINARY SEDUCTION.

Chef Andrea Claire is a woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is to build her own culinary empire. Hosting the show would give her the injection of cash she needs to finally get a store front for her catering business and provide her the credibility she seeks. Her food is infused with her warmth and passion.

Bad boy chef Danny Miller’s bold flavors and state-of-the-art techniques in molecular gastronomy set him apart from the pack. Hosting the show would raise the profile of his restaurant and allow him to pay what he owes the bank and his grandmother.

Will his talent be enough to garner him the win? Or will Andre’s seductive on-camera personality and obvious passion for cooking win out? Their on-air chemistry is undeniable. The test kitchens at CULINARY SEDUCTION have never been so hot.

Romantic dinner setting with rose petals

Meet Merritt Kelly…

Merritt Kelly

Merritt Kelly has been in love with the written word as long as she can remember. She’s a freelance writer, author, and columnist whose articles have appeared in the Colfax Gazette, Palouse Journal, and the Moscow/Daily News. Her work on the web can be seen on Paperdriods, DigiYoo, LexiYoga and HaveHeart Magazine websites under her real name Carol Traulsen. She has written on a variety of topics including the war in Kosovo, the death penalty, grief, coping with a cozy kitchen and cooking.

Merritt Kelly is a pen name she chose to honor her late mother who always believed in her writing ability. When she’s not writing she’s cooking, walking or reading. She resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, her son and her cat.

She loves to laugh, all the music in the Guardians Of The Galaxy, trying new foods, a good glass of wine and almost anything chocolate. Her first novel, Culinary Seduction, a foodie/Chic lit romance is set for release in April of 2015.

You may review the following websites to learn more about Ms. Kelly.

Culinary Seduction Amazon Buy Link

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Soul Mate Publishing Author Page

Soul Mate Publishing Book Page for Culinary Seduction

Cover Reveal for The Lost Chronicles of the 5th World

 Cover Reveal for The Lost Chronicles of the 5th World . . .

(Book 2 of The Lost Chronicles Series)

Due for release by Soul Mate Publishing late spring of 2015.


Nicolas Armani knows war is inevitable.

But in a fleeting moment, a single decision can change the course of history.

The circle of six finds themselves divided by love, loyalty, and leadership.

Armani must choose between following his heart and leading a freedom faction on the 5th World, Orionis.

His choice will shock those closest to him and himself.

But new found friend, Ara—of the Arroyo Clan—has a secret of her own,

one she is determined to keep hidden, because on the 5th World, what makes one different often proves deadly.


The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World

(Book 1 of The Lost Chronicles Series)

is available on Amazon. Click here to read a sample or purchase.


An internal clock ticks. It’s counting down, but to what?

Nicolas Armani and Brooklyn ‘Brooke’ Adams must choose between freedom and a life of servitude. 

Known as a threat to national security by some and an evolutionary link to others, they sit at the edge of the doorway looking in.

Armani and Brooke are on the brink of discovering their ancestral story, which leads to The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World.

Will they bridge the evolutionary gap, generating a universal brotherhood?

Or set off a chain reaction of events that will send mankind into another dark age?

 Thank you,

Michelle L. De La Garza/also writes as April A. Luna

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When I Close My Eyes

Hope Herrington

Even now, when I close my eyes, I hear the rich baritone sound of my grandfather’s voice.  The warmth of his smile melts the coldest of hearts.  His robust laughter brightens the darkest of nights.  The solitary twinkle within his eye alludes to grand adventures waiting to be explored.

It is a warm day.  It is a holiday.  It is Independence Day.  The children are underfoot in the kitchen, which means, I am sent outside to play.  An overzealous child, I often let my curious eyes lead me onward into trouble, which is how I ended up perched atop a fifty-foot mulberry tree.

Quickly, I tuck my shirt into my white pants.   With a slight grin, I pluck the forbidden delectable fruit from the tree.  I fill my shirt, my pockets, and my socks to the brim.  Why, I even stuff my mouth full of the succulent morsels until my rosy cheeks pucker.  A noise, beneath the crown of the tree, wafts in the air.  I gasp and jump.

Peering down through the leaves, I spy a familiar face.  Our eyes lock.  Curling the corners of his lips, he smiles ear-to-ear.  His eyes brighten with merriment.  The man chuckles and slaps his knee.  With the sleight of a finger, he beckons my presence.  An ounce of coy washes across my face as a giggle escapes my lips.  I hide behind an array of branches.  He clears his throat.  I breathe a deep sigh and frown.  It’s time to climb down.

Back at the house, my Nana is livid. My clothing, hands, face, and body are stained bright purple with mulberry juice.  Grandfather raises a brow and winks.  I fill a large bowl with the bounty of my day’s work.  We rinse the fruit in cool water.  Laughing and talking, we reflect upon the day’s events.

In the end, everyone sits down around the table.  We eat the mouthwatering cobbler that we, my grandfather and I, put together.   The smell of the baked sweet treat, of that singular day, still lingers in my thoughts.  His laughter is forever burned into the recesses of my heart, memory, and soul.