Monday, August 3, 2020

HERE BE NEWS for August 3, 2020

Posted by: Dani Harper, Author


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Monday, July 27 
"HERE BE NEWS" - All the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic, including something something something...  

Tuesday, July 28 -

SONG OF RELIEF -  a Sci-Fi FLASH FICTION by Linda Mooney. 

Thursday, July 30-
"RETROGRADE!" - A planet in retrograde appears to be moving "backwards" in the sky. Traditionally, it's a good time to review your projects! With no less than FIVE planets in retrograde right now, author PG Forte is re-working her plan for 2020.

Saturday, August 1 -
August is Superhero Month, and this week's Bring It Back(list) features 3 SUPERHERO ROMANCES by Linda Mooney. Plus, they're on sale for 99¢ each this month! Scroll down for all the details.






August is Superhero Month! And during the month of August, these three ebooks are just 99c each!


JONES & JONES
by Linda Mooney
Sci-Fi/Urban Fantasy/Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 37.2K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p / $14.95 a

Bounty hunters by day. Superheroes by night.

Slone and Embrie have known each other since birth, and after crash landing on Earth, they know they are the last of their kind. Intergalactic refugees, and extremely young, they are discovered and taken in by an older couple who teach them how to survive and fit in.

With powers no human possesses, the two decide they should share their strengths with the world, and Falcon and Hawk are born. Saving lives is their calling and the right thing to do, but unfortunately it doesn’t pay the bills, so bounty hunting by day it is. Unfortunately, living a double life takes a toll on a person, superhuman or not, both physically and emotionally. And with exhaustion comes mistakes.

So when Embrie is injured, leaving her weak and vulnerable, Slone must make the decision to expose who they are to save her life or lose his love forever.

Until a job from the past resurfaces, threatening to make that decision for him, as well as destroy everything they've sacrificed and worked for. 

Warning! Contains a dozen red roses, a desire for Italian food, emergency surgery, a hostage crisis, a debt paid, a Level Four contagion, burning a candle at both ends, sonic booms, and two childhood friends who survive to become eternal lovers

EXCERPT and BUY LINKS

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SECRET IDENTITY
Book 1 of the Identity Trilogy
by Linda Mooney
Urban Fantasy Romance 
Word Count: 54K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p

Brenda McKay has no man in her life, and she really doesn’t have time for one. That’s not a problem, since Brenda’s new job responsibilities keep her too busy for any sort of social life. But the day she is saved by a strange man who calls himself The Defender is the day her heart will never be the same.

Lorne Palmer has loved Brenda since they were in grade school. Shy, introverted, and the middle brother of two over-achievers, he has never really approached her for anything other than to help her with her homework. And to be there for her when her other boyfriends deserted her.

It wasn’t until he finally acquired his super powers and became The Defender that Lorne finally decided enough was enough. If he couldn’t work up the courage to claim her as himself, perhaps The Defender could.

Warning! Contains sabotage, weird chemical names, smiley boxes, floating root beer, corporation hanky-panky, isolated safe houses, chocolate-covered strawberries, and things that go BOOM! in the night.

EXCERPT and BUY LINKS

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YOUR HEART, 
MY HOME
by Linda Mooney
Urban Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 53.9K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p / $19.95 a

They were deadly enemies, until a greater threat made them unwilling allies...and lovers.

Sherandar is the most cunning adversary Quazar has ever faced. He never knows when or where his worst nightmare will strike, but when she does, it's with the single-minded purpose to taunt him. Ridicule him. And to make his life a living hell. Regular cuffs and jail cells can't hold her, yet somehow, someway, Quazar has to bring her reign to a screeching halt.

But when a new enemy makes himself known, and tries to kill both Quazar and Sherandar, the two combatants realize the only way to defeat this deadly threat is to call a temporary truce and join forces.

It isn't until she lies broken, bloodied, and dying in his arms that Quazar realizes she has become more to him than his temporary ally. He has fallen in love with her.

Warning! Contains deadly necklaces, delectable desserts, a skintight costume, an antique stove, dining table sex, and a bored megalomaniac who has no qualms about killing because he just wants to watch the world burn. 

EXCERPT and BUY LINKS

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Saturday, August 1, 2020

Bring It Back(list) - Three Superhero Romances are Just 99c Each During August

Posted by: Linda Mooney
August is Superhero Month!
During the month of August, these three ebooks are just 99c each!



JONES & JONES
Sci-Fi/Urban Fantasy/Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 37.2K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p / $14.95 a


Bounty hunters by day. Superheroes by night.

Slone and Embrie have known each other since birth, and after crash landing on Earth, they know they are the last of their kind. Intergalactic refugees, and extremely young, they are discovered and taken in by an older couple who teach them how to survive and fit in.

With powers no human possesses, the two decide they should share their strengths with the world, and Falcon and Hawk are born. Saving lives is their calling and the right thing to do, but unfortunately it doesn’t pay the bills, so bounty hunting by day it is. Unfortunately, living a double life takes a toll on a person, superhuman or not, both physically and emotionally. And with exhaustion comes mistakes.

So when Embrie is injured, leaving her weak and vulnerable, Slone must make the decision to expose who they are to save her life or lose his love forever.
Until a job from the past resurfaces, threatening to make that decision for him, as well as destroy everything they've sacrificed and worked for. 

Warning! Contains a dozen red roses, a desire for Italian food, emergency surgery, a hostage crisis, a debt paid, a Level Four contagion, burning a candle at both ends, sonic booms, and two childhood friends who survive to become eternal lovers

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SECRET IDENTITY
Book 1 of the Identity Trilogy
Urban Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 54K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p

Brenda McKay has no man in her life, and she really doesn’t have time for one. That’s not a problem, since Brenda’s new job responsibilities keep her too busy for any sort of social life. But the day she is saved by a strange man who calls himself The Defender is the day her heart will never be the same.

Lorne Palmer has loved Brenda since they were in grade school. Shy, introverted, and the middle brother of two over-achievers, he has never really approached her for anything other than to help her with her homework. And to be there for her when her other boyfriends deserted her.

It wasn’t until he finally acquired his super powers and became The Defender that Lorne finally decided enough was enough. If he couldn’t work up the courage to claim her as himself, perhaps The Defender could.

Warning! Contains sabotage, weird chemical names, smiley boxes, floating root beer, corporation hanky-panky, isolated safe houses, chocolate-covered strawberries, and things that go BOOM! in the night.

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YOUR HEART, MY HOME
Urban Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 53.9K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p / $19.95 a


They were deadly enemies, until a greater threat made them unwilling allies...and lovers.


Sherandar is the most cunning adversary Quazar has ever faced. He never knows when or where his worst nightmare will strike, but when she does, it's with the single-minded purpose to taunt him. Ridicule him. And to make his life a living hell. Regular cuffs and jail cells can't hold her, yet somehow, someway, Quazar has to bring her reign to a screeching halt.


But when a new enemy makes himself known, and tries to kill both Quazar and Sherandar, the two combatants realize the only way to defeat this deadly threat is to call a temporary truce and join forces.


It isn't until she lies broken, bloodied, and dying in his arms that Quazar realizes she has become more to him than his temporary ally. He has fallen in love with her.



Warning! Contains deadly necklaces, delectable desserts, a skintight costume, an antique stove, dining table sex, and a bored megalomaniac who has no qualms about killing because he just wants to watch the world burn. 

Excerpts and Buy Links


Thursday, July 30, 2020

Retrograde!

Posted by: PG Forte
So...there are currently five planets in retrograde, with a few more scheduled to join the party over the next few months. Basically, retrograde (when planets appear to be moving backwards in the sky) is considered a good time to revisit issues from the past--to review, rewrite, revise, revisit, rethink,  redo--all those fun "re" words. The positive effects of so-called benevolent planets are dampened, the negative effects of so-called malevolent planets are heightened. Fun times!

Speaking of which, I broke my foot recently, just after Neptune went retrograde in Pisces--my sun sign. Pisces rules the feet. And benevolent Jupiter (co-ruler of Pisces along with Neptune) was also in retrograde. So, yeah, I really should have seen that coming. (especially given the fact that when Neptune went retrograde--still in Pisces--in 2014, I broke a toe.)

Anyway, in an effort to take advantage of all that these many retrogrades have to offer (and due in no small part to the fact that sitting around with my foot elevated is all the exercise I'm getting these days) I've taken a look at my original plan for 2020. Not surprisingly, I've had to re-work that pretty significantly. I'm sure I'm not alone in that! I've also been taking another look at several story ideas that have been languishing on my Works in Progress page FOREVER. 

I've settled on three major revisions, all of which seem to fit the retrograde theme. I have one contemporary story that I've decided do better if it was set in the past. I'm thinking 1930s, perhaps? I have a couple of proposed series that I might switch from romantic suspense to mystery with a love story...maybe. See, when I first started writing I thought I  was going to be a mystery writer, but then it occurred to me that I  don't really know all that much about crime, and then my characters came out heavily in favor of my choosing sex over violence. So this would be totally a redo. And my characters are so fed up with the current dumpster fire that they are positively spoiling for a fight. 

Then there's my steampunk series...I'm thinking of re-writing that to add either suspense or paranormal elements...maybe both? I'm not sure yet. Oh, and then the book I'm currently working on: I'm retelling a first person, single viewpoint story from the point of view of the OTHER character. Wish me luck, because it turns out there's a reason we never heard from Hero B in the original story. He has NO motivation. That's going to have to change. 

So, what about you? What are you rethinking lately?

And, while I'm on the subject, I'd be delighted if anyone wants to weigh in either on the steampunk question (paranormal, yes or no?) or the appeal (or lack thereof) of the Dirty Thirties.


Tuesday, July 28, 2020

"Song of Relief", a Sci-Fi Flash Fiction by Linda Mooney

Posted by: Linda Mooney

SONG OF RELIEF
A Sci-Fi Flash Fiction
by Linda Mooney            



Ysidra sat at the harpsichord and stared out the bedroom window. Her fingers idly walked down the keyboard, but her thoughts were drawn inward, preventing her from seeing the fresh blooms that swayed gently in the morning sunlight in the garden below. As she absentmindedly played down the scale, she pressed the E two octaves below middle C. She stopped to look down at her hand resting on the ebony key. She pressed it again. Three times. And a tender smile kissed her lips as she repeatedly played the note. Sighing, she remembered.

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            The fourth month of her pregnancy was becoming more difficult, and she feared it would get worse. Her appetite was non-existent, she was unable to sleep through the night, and Asherton’s inattention to her problem was growing more and more annoying.
            She had gone to the physician for a sleeping draught, but the foul-smelling, worse-tasting concoction only caused her to heave up what little food she’d been able to keep down. The only solace she was able to find was in the several glasses of wine she consumed before bedtime. Yet she feared that could be causing harm as well to the child.
            Struggling to her feet, the young woman shuffled to the door of the bedroom and leaned heavily against the frame to watch her husband hunched over a stack of manuscript paper as he busily scribbled his latest work. In the light of the single candle, she could see the signs of intense concentration that sat on his back and shoulders, and cast his face in stone. She winced, partly in pain, and called out softly so as not to startle him.
            “Ash? Asherton!”
            He jerked up and turned to stare at her. Even in the few steps that separated them, she could see that the music still flowed behind his eyes, and knew he only heard her over a vast difference.
            “Ash, we need to talk.”
            “Certainly,” he allowed, turning back to his work. “As soon as I’m finished with—”
            Now, Ash,” she sternly interrupted. “Please give me just a few moments of your time. It is important.”
            Asherton popped the quill back into its well and swiveled around. As he did so, he wiped his hands on a dingy rag in a vain attempt to remove the permanent ink stains on his fingers. “Very well. I’m listening.”
            Ysidra paused for a couple of heartbeats to get her thoughts together before continuing. “I’ve been ill, Ash. I’m having trouble with the baby, and I don’t know what to do. I went to the physician, and he gave me some medicine, but I get sicker when I take it.” She ran a hand across her eyes and shifted her position so that her back pressed up against the jamb.
            Asherton forgot his irritation. Jumping up from his stool, he quickly went over to her and took her by the arms, guiding her back into the bedroom and over to the bed.
            “You need to rest,” he ordered softly but firmly. “Can I get you something to eat? Or drink? How about a nice cup of tea? Or maybe you’d prefer a glass of wine?”
            Ysidra shook her head, moaning as she stretched beneath the coverlet. Her pinched and pale face shone with sweat, and he suddenly realized how badly the pregnancy was progressing.
            Dismissing his work momentarily, he strode over to the water closet and brought back to the bedside table a washbowl of water and a cloth. He wiped her face, arms, and hands with the cool water, then folded the cloth and laid the compress on her forehead. Leaning back where he sat on the edge of the bed, he watched her close her eyes as she tried to relax. An unexpected spasm twisted her bloodless lips, and she raised a trembling hand to rest it on the gentle swell of her belly.
            “If only I could rest…” She took a shuddering breath. “Without pain.”
            Asherton shushed her as he caressed her cheek. She peered at him through her lashes.
            “Ash, why ever did you pick this time to come to? I thought the future was supposed to be glorious.”
            “It is, Sisi, but I wasn’t happy there. I’ve always known my heart belonged to Earth’s past. To this day and age. That’s why I chose it.” Leaning forward, he lightly kissed her wan cheek. “Now that I have you, there’s nowhere else I’d wish to be.”
            “But they would have medicines to help me, wouldn’t they? In the future?”
            “Maybe.”
            “But you can’t take me into your time, can you?”
            “No. Neither can I return to it myself, even if I wanted to.”
            “You can only go further back.”
            He nodded. “But that will never happen. My place is here, with you.”
            She tried to adjust her position, and moaned softly. “I’m so tired.”
He got a stroke of inspiration. “A moment, my love. I think…I have…” He never finished his sentence. Instead, he got up and hurried from the room. Strange sounds came from the drawing room: various clinkings, rattlings, and rustlings. Ysidra opened her eyes as she tried to decipher what he was up to that was causing the noise. She was answered when her husband propped open the second half of the double doors to the bedroom and began to drag the cembalo across the floor, into the room.
            “Ash, what are you doing?” She managed to lean on one elbow and stared as the man brought in his stool.
            “Lie down,” he instructed, helping to tuck her back under the covers. The candle on the bedside table was the only source of light in the room. He took it, leaving her in the shadows, and went back to the instrument to place it on top of the frame. Hitching up his breeches, he sat down, then stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles before placing his fingers on the keys.
            Many years ago, before he’d banished himself to this century, he’d read up on as much about Earth’s history as he could get his hands on. One unique article, in particular, had intrigued him to where he’d never forgotten it.
            It was about the ancient practice of medicine drumming.
            The author of the piece explained that, by playing the drum at the same speed as the patient’s heartbeat, then gradually slowing the tempo, the patient was able to rest more comfortably, and thus heal much faster.         
Asherton didn’t have a drum, but perhaps he could improvise. At least it was worth the try.
He placed his left hand on the lower section of the keyboard, testing then finding the bass tones he needed. He played the octave, repeating the deep notes at the same throbbing speed as his wife’s pulse. Watching her closely, he began to match her.
            Ysidra closed her eyes, willing herself to relax and let the vibrations soothe her. Incredibly, she felt her muscles softening. Drowsiness enveloped her, and soon thereafter her body slumped against the pillows.
            When he believed the pain had sufficiently subsided, Asherton began to improvise a long, flowing melody with his right hand. A light, delicate lullaby in counterpoint to the steady but imperceptibly slowing bass rhythm. He glanced over at the bed to see that her breathing was becoming shallower and more regular. He repeated the theme several more times before ending the piece the same way he’d begun it.
            Lifting his fingers from the keyboard, he got up from the stool and tiptoed over to peer down at a beloved face that was now completely relaxed and pain-free. He smiled tenderly and crept out of the room, shutting the doors behind him so that he wouldn’t disturb her as he went to finish the concerto he’d been working on with the cittern.
            The following morning, Ysidra woke up from her first full night of rest in more than a week. She rolled over in bed to happily nudge her husband’s shoulder, playfully nibbling his neck and behind his ear. Asherton moaned sleepily and cast one half-opened eye at her.
            “What is it, Sisi?”
            “Last night, what you did, it was wonderful! Did you write that, or was it something you made up as you went along?”
            “It was spontaneous. Why?”
            “Will you write it down for me?”
            He opened both eyes. “Why? I can play it again for you if need be. It’s all right here when I want it.” He tapped his temple with a forefinger.
            She smiled. “I know it’s there when you need it, but I would like a copy for me, for when I want to play it.”
            “Very well. I will.” He nodded and buried his face back into the pillow. “Later.”
            Satisfied, Ysidra shifted under the covers, spooning herself as best she could against her husband’s back, and drifted back into a light sleep.

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            She watched the shifting silver rays of sunlight on the back of her hand as she kept up the rhythm of the single tone on the instrument before her.  Asherton had yet to write down her lullaby. After a while, her illness had gone away, and she’d forgotten all about it…until now.
            Listening to herself playing the low notes, she softly began to hum the melody as best she could remember it. Behind her, their daughter moved restlessly in her bed.
            “Mahmoo, when is Dada coming home?” a plaintive voice asked as the child suffered through a tummy ache.
            “Soon, sweetheart. Very soon. He has one more concert to give before he can return. Now, close your eyes.”
            She stumbled a few times as she tried to recall the music, but after a while it finally came back to her. It was as if the notes had imprinted themselves on her soul, and only needed a bit of coaxing to return. And, as they had those few short years ago, they worked their magic again. The little girl was soon asleep.
            But will I remember next time? Ysidra wondered to herself. Will Ash remember to write it down, even after I remind him?
            Rather than take the chance, she reached for the pot of ink and quill pen that was ever present on top of the harpsichord, pulled a sheet of manuscript paper across the prop, and began to inscribe the song of relief one careful note at a time.

Monday, July 27, 2020

HERE BE NEWS for July 27, 2020

Posted by: Dani Harper, Author


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Monday, July 20 
"HERE BE NEWS" - All the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic.  

Tuesday, July 21 -

Promote on Social Media Without Being OVERWHELMED– Social media can be an author’s best friend – if used wisely. SciFi romance author Deborah A Bailey provides tips. 

Thursday, July 23-

“ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS?” – Author Maureen Bonatch talks about how people try to influence their luck. Plus she announces her newest story, a dark suspense with a very superstitious heroine! 

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Thursday, July 23, 2020

Are You Superstitious?

Posted by: Maureen
by Maureen Bonatch

Children are often more apt to accept the unbelievable and look for the magic in the world. As they grow older, most become more practical and only believe what can be rationally explained.



Although many adults still hold onto beliefs, or superstitions, to try to gain a little luck, or ward off bad luck. Superstitions are a widely held but unjustified belief that something supernatural is responsible for certain consequences of an action. In other words, if we can’t make sense of it, then we might make up the reason why something occurred.

These beliefs might bring some comfort, such as believing something gives them luck to help increase confidence in a positive outcome or unknown future event. Many of us may even make up our own superstitions such as having a lucky shirt or other item.

A few beliefs of lucky charms that I’m familiar with include:

  • Believing a rabbits foot holds luck
  • Crossing your fingers
  • Find a penny pick it up (all the rest of the day good luck)
  • Getting the larger piece of a broken turkey bone to grant luck or a wish

Other actions or beliefs of bad luck might increase your unease for no validated reason and can include:


  • Bad luck comes in threes
  • A black cat crossing your path
  • Breaking a mirror brings 7 years of bad luck
  • Knocking on wood to ward off bad luck
  • Opening an umbrella inside brings bad luck

I’m currently working on a short story to be released with thirteen other authors on Friday the 13th. Some people fear Friday the 13th. They might be referred to as friggatriskaidekaphobics. 

My story,“Till Death”,  will be a little different than my other stories in that it’s a dark suspense, with no paranormal. Not having paranormal elements was really a challenge for me. It seems that I have trouble giving up looking for a little bit of magic in my characters.


My main character in Till Death is very superstitious. In researching the story I’ve come across some other unusual superstitions including:

  • Mirrors don’t just reflect image, they hold bits of your soul
  • Facing mirrors open a door for the devil
  • Don’t go right home after the funeral or the spirit may have tagged along
  • Whistling indoors summons demons
  • If you see or hear an owl, terrible news is coming
  • An owl in your house brings death
  • A full moon is associated with chaos
  • A person with 13 letters in their name is cursed

Perhaps if you’re just a little superstitious, you might still believe there's still a little magic left in the world.

Are You Feeling Lucky?


If you want a chance to win an ebook, or other prizes stop by my Facebook page  (start here) and join The Wild Rose Press Summertime Social Facebook Hop (ends July 28th). Maybe you'll get lucky and win a prize or at least you can enjoy some virtual, calorie free ice cream.

Do You Have Any Superstitions?


Author Bio: Maureen Bonatch grew up in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons—hockey, biking, sweat pants and hibernation—keeps her there. While immersed in writing or reading paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music, and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line. Find Maureen on her websiteFacebookTwitter

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Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Promote on Social Media Without Being Overwhelmed

Posted by: Deborah A Bailey

Social media can be an author’s best friend–if used wisely. When I first started using it, I was excited to connect with old friends and meet lots of new ones. Then it became overwhelming to try to be in so many places and make updates on all of them.

You can use social media without burning yourself out, wasting time or spamming others. Even if you're not completely comfortable sharing, you get to decide what to share with others. There's no requirement that you must provide a lot of personal details.

In the end, if you're not comfortable, it won't work. Forcing yourself to post will become chore if you really hate it. Pick the platforms you prefer to use.

Twitter – Good for quick interactions. Don’t feel pressured to get personal or comment on every “think piece” thread that goes by. If you prefer to share your book news with a bit of personal mixed in, that's fine. Take advantage of the opportunity to connect with other writers by using the #writingcommunity hashtag. 

Facebook – Most authors probably have at least a fan page here. The downside is that organic reach is pretty much non-existent compared to what it used to be. So, if you don’t want to boost posts, or pay for ads, joining groups and hosting live events are other ways to make connections. 

LinkedIn – Actually a good place for writers since it includes lots of writing and publishing groups. If you have a premium membership, you can take classes through LinkedIn Learning.

Instagram - An ideal place to share images including, book quotes, book covers and short blurbs. You can also share Stories and videos on IGTV.

Spotify – Do your characters have a favorite song? Do you have music that inspires you while you work? Share your playlists with your readers.

Pinterest – If you’re a visual person you’ll easily get lost on this site. So, don’t use it if you can’t keep track of time! Set up boards to post images that describe your characters or settings from your book. Create a board for inspiration or for research. There's really no limit to how you can use this platform to spur your creativity.

Social media can help you to connect with readers around the world. But don’t rely on just one way to reach out to your fans and promote your books. You’ll never know where you’ll find your readers – or where they’ll find you. 

The best thing is, you don't have to be on every platform. And you certainly don't have to post all day long. Pick your favorite platforms and have fun with it. 

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