Thursday, July 30, 2020


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

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.

~ ~ ~

            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?”
            “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.

~ ~ ~

            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


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! 


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. 

Monday, July 20, 2020

HERE BE NEWS for July 20, 2020

Posted by: Dani Harper, Author


Monday, July 13 
"HERE BE NEWS" - All the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic, including a new release. 

Thursday, July 16-
"SUMMERTIME, SCARY MOVIES, and the History of the OUIJA BOARD" - From spiritual tool to parlor game to Hollywood horror film staple, PNR author Dani Harper explores the story behind this popular device. 


Thursday, July 16, 2020

Summertime, Scary Movies, and the History of the Ouija Board - by Dani Harper

Posted by: Dani Harper, Author
As a kid, I watched a metric crap-ton (a unit of measurement equal to 1000 butt-loads) of SCARY MOVIES, especially on hot, humid summer afternoons. For me, going outside would quickly incite sunburn, an allergic reaction, or a nosebleed. Sometimes all three. Vintage science fiction and horror flicks on TV were a welcome alternative – and our local station always aired a double-feature. 

Even at a young age I noticed that most of the plots were cautionary tales: Somebody gets bored/curious/greedy and they decide to break an unwritten rule. And before they know it, they’re up to their neck in ghosts-zombies-demons-aliens-whatever. 

According to Hollywood, one of these unwritten rules is never play with a Ouija board. In reality, however, the origins of this unusual device were spiritual rather than sinister. 

Originally called a spirit board, talking board or witch board, it was a popular psychic tool and widely used in the Great Spiritualist Movement of mid-nineteenth century America. It was believed that communicating with the dead could be very helpful, even instructive, to the living, and was considered a wholesome activity by more than a few Christians in that era.

The premise was simple. Participants rested their fingertips lightly on the triangular planchette and it would glide over the spirit board, pointing to various letters and numbers to spell out a message or answer questions. 

Tragic and uncertain times—the Civil War, World War 1, the 1918 Flu Pandemic, the Depression, etc—led to increased use of the spirit board and other psychic tools as people searched for proof of an afterlife and a way to connect with loved ones who had passed. First Ladies Jane Pierce and Mary Todd Lincoln each lost young children, and both women held seances and other spiritualist activities in the White House itself in hopes of contacting them. 

Initially, these divining tools were simple household items. An upside-down teacup with a handle could be used as a pointer or planchette. An upside-down wineglass or plain drinking glass worked well because you could see the letter it had landed on. 

Planchettes could also be used without a formal board, utilizing an ordinary piece of paper upon which you'd written yes and no, and perhaps the alphabet as well. Some planchettes were fitted with pencils and used with a blank sheet of paper, in hopes of achieving what was known as automatic writing

Boards came in a variety of shapes and sizes too, and most were homemade. Some were round like a clock face with the alphabet printed around the edge. Others were oval or square. Some were elaborately painted keepsakes, others rough-hewn and temporary.

It was the patenting of OUIJA (wee-JA or wee-GEE) in 1890 that standardized these tools. Factory-produced, the Ouija consisted of a pre-printed rectangular board paired with a triangular or heart-shaped planchette. The planchette often included a round “window” through which to view the letter it had landed on. As for the unusual name, the patent owner claimed he'd learned it while using the board, and that the word simply meant "good luck".  

Luck was certainly on the side of the manufacturer as Ouija rapidly gained popularity as a parlor game. In fact, the cover of the May 1920 issue of the highly conservative Saturday Evening Post featured a painting by Norman Rockwell of a young couple using the Ouija. The spirit board of the previous century had graduated to mainstream culture, becoming a normal American family activity. At parties, it rivaled traditional board games, and by 1966 Ouija outsold Monopoly. 

Although some churches began criticizing the use of the Ouija early in the 1900s, it was usually about the waste of time rather than any occult concerns. The board continued to be embraced by the general public. For some it was still a spiritual tool. For most, it was harmless fun. At worst, it was looked upon as hokey and silly. 

All that changed with the publication of "The Exorcist" in 1971. The story is about a 12-year-old girl who becomes possessed by a demon after using an Ouija board. And when the movie came out in 1973, the board's new reputation as a tool of the devil was sealed. 

"The Exorcist" was an enormous success and is considered a classic. And Hollywood writers have used the Ouija board as a plot device ever since. I was able to put together a list of 25 horror movies featuring the spirit board as a method of summoning evil beings in less than two minutes! 

But let's get back to basics.

How does the Ouija board actually work? We know that tiny unconscious and involuntary motions can produce big results, just like a tiny pebble tossed in a pond creates big ripples. We may not think that we’re directing the movement of the planchette—but in most cases some part of us is doing exactly that. Why? That’s harder to answer. Many scientists think we’re unconsciously reacting to suggestions or prior expectations and beliefs. Some people think it’s possible to study the expression of the subconscious mind through the use of Ouija boards. 

What if you’re using the board with a group of friends and everyone has their fingers on the planchette? Turns out that human beings, just like some animals, are capable of unconscious and unplanned collaboration. It’s not telepathy. Instead, people can read visual cues from each other—and intuit what happens next—without being aware that they’re doing so.

Still, there’ll always be those occasions where words are spelled out or events occur that simply defy any explanation... 

Meanwhile, I find myself once again spending some hot summer afternoons the same way I did as a kidsafely indoors watching scary movies! I just finished a couple of Ouija-themed flicks considered to be among the best: “The Conjuring 2” (2016) and "Paranormal Activity" (2009).

And in the spirit of summer fun, if you happen to be a fan of deliberately bad productions like the Sharknado franchise, there’s a 2020 movie just for you: "Ouija Shark"

I'm not sure I'm brave enough to watch that one!


THE GRIM SERIES by Dani Harper

The fae are cunning, powerful and often cruel. The most beautiful among them are often the most deadly. Hidden far beneath the mortal world, the timeless faery realm plays by its own rules—and those rules can change on a whim. Now and again, the unpredictable residents of that mystical land cross the supernatural threshold…

In this enchanting romance series, the ancient fae come face-to-face with modern-day humans and discover something far more potent than their strongest magic: love.

Monday, July 13, 2020

HERE BE NEWS for July 13, 2020

Posted by: Dani Harper, Author


Monday, July 6 
"HERE BE NEWS" - All the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic, including a July sale on a contemporary PNR ebook trilogy.  

by Linda Mooney

Noir Fairy Tales, 
Book 3
(Based on "Goldilocks and the 3 Bears")

Paranormal, Fantasy Romance

Word Count: 36.4 K
$2.99 ebook

Looking for a quick buck to help feed her addiction, Cressa “Goldie” Locke helps herself to a nice looking house, hoping to score some jewelry to pawn. She’s perfected the art of small-time crime to keep from getting busted, but this time she may have gotten a little more than she bargained for. She picked the wrong house...or maybe it was just right.

When she wakes up in a hospital bed, Cressa knows she’s been caught red-handed and there’s no getting out of it, so she has no other choice than to come clean. She wasn’t expecting the owner of the house to also be a doctor, or for him to actually care for her. Why would he, when no one else ever had?

Dr. Myles Ursa has a soft spot for taking care of those in need. After all, he took an oath when he became a physician. So when he realizes the thief he found in his house is more than just a common criminal, but someone needing help, instead of pressing charges, he vows to save her, against Detective Horner’s advice. But she could also be the golden opportunity the police needs to bust the drug dealers for good.

Unfortunately, word on the street is Cressa’s a snitch, and she’s got some big baddies looking for her. Enemies come in all forms, and Myles may have bitten off more than he can chew. But he’s determined to help Cressa turn her life around and clear her name, no matter how dangerous things could get.

Warning! Contains fake costume jewelry, sesame, illegal nudity, a flophouse, a cold breakfast, radios without mics, subterfuge, and a misunderstanding that, when cleared, enables a heart to accept the love of another.


Monday, July 6, 2020

HERE BE NEWS for July 6, 2020

Posted by: Dani Harper, Author


Monday, June 29 
"HERE BE NEWS" - All the latest from the fantasy romance authors at Here Be Magic, including flash fiction and reading recommendations.

Saturday, July 4 -
This week's Bring It Back(list) feature is THE MIRACLE TRILOGY by Linda Mooney. Scroll down for all the details.

During the month of July, all 3 ebooks are on sale for 99 cents each.

by Linda Mooney




I died and was resurrected, and I don’t know why. 

My name is Casi Clarity. I was 26 years old when I died in 1969. Then I woke up in the 21st century—whole, sane, and unblemished. And at the same age I was when I died.

What's more, when I came back, I brought a friend with me. His name is Coheed. He's a corporeal spirit, and he is also my protector. Against what, you ask? Well, it seems that ever since my return, I've been chased by ghosts. Demons. Ancient evil. Monsters. You name it.

Why are they after me? Because they want to know my secret. They want to wreak havoc on mankind and bring about our ultimate destruction, and the only way they can accomplish that is by being fleshy beings again. To inhabit as many bodies as they can to cause untold horror. They are determined to discover how I returned from the dead, even if it means trapping me, torturing me, and ultimately killing me again to see if I'm resurrected a second time.

My name is Casi.

The undead call me Mouse.

Coheed calls me Miracle.

Warning! Contains a houseboat, explosions, a rain of ashes, invisibility, sanctuary, a forbidden testament, and a love that was prophesied thousands of years ago.

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Excerpts and Buy Links at:


Saturday, July 4, 2020

Bring it Back(list) - The MIRACLE Trilogy by Linda Mooney

Posted by: Linda Mooney
During the month of July, all 3 ebooks are just 99 cents each! (Available at all vendors and my website.)

Above All, Book 1
Paranormal/Supernatural/Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Word Count:  41.3K

$0.99 e / $9.99 p / $19.95 a

I died and was resurrected, and I don’t know why. 

My name is Casi Clarity. I was 26 years old when I died in 1969. Then I woke up in the 21st century—whole, sane, and unblemished. And at the same age I was when I died.

What's more, when I came back, I brought a friend with me. His name is Coheed. He's a corporeal spirit, and he is also my protector. Against what, you ask? Well, it seems that ever since my return, I've been chased by ghosts. Demons. Ancient evil. Monsters. You name it.

Why are they after me? Because they want to know my secret. They want to wreak havoc on mankind and bring about our ultimate destruction, and the only way they can accomplish that is by being fleshy beings again. To inhabit as many bodies as they can to cause untold horror. They are determined to discover how I returned from the dead, even if it means trapping me, torturing me, and ultimately killing me again to see if I'm resurrected a second time.

My name is Casi.

The undead call me Mouse.

Coheed calls me Miracle.

Warning! Contains a houseboat, explosions, a rain of ashes, invisibility, sanctuary, a forbidden testament, and a love that was prophesied thousands of years ago.

Beyond Measure, Book 2 
Paranormal/Supernatural/Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 43.1K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p / $14.95 a

Life on the run is hard. Food is limited, and clothes are difficult to come by, but I’ll keep going. We’ll keep going. We have to. The world is depending on us.

My name is Casi Clarity, and there’s a prophecy that says I will be the one to save the world, along with my protector, Coheed. But we don’t know how, or when, or why. We just will.

Our travels have taken us to New Orleans, where the demons are getting stronger, smarter, and harder to evade. With new allies and enemies alike, who can I trust? Is my protector even who he says he is?

I’m in the fight of my life, with or without Coheed, but fighting without the help of my love is impossible to fathom. I’d rather die myself. But if I did, would I stay dead this time?

My name is Casi.

The undead call me Little Mouse.

Coheed calls me his Miracle.

Warning! Contains a special tea, a trailer in the swamp, deception, bitter cold, a lost testament, a new revelation, and the loss of a loved one that tears the heart apart.

of Hope, Book 3 
Paranormal/Supernatural/Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 37.3K
$0.99 e / $9.99 p / $14.95 a

My name is Casi Clarity and I draw demons to me like flies to honey. They want me dead. Again. If only to see if I am resurrected a second time, and how. All I want to know is why me?

The road to Texas has been a hard one. I’ve seen some ghosts from my past that I thought were long gone, but learning secrets that were kept from me could explain why I was chosen.
I know it’s already been written. Coheed knows, Gilly knows, but apparently I have to figure it out on my own.

According to Coheed, though, what’s not written is exactly where, when, or who will triumph, but I know everything happens for a reason. I was resurrected for a reason. Coheed was sent to me for a reason. I just have to trust in God’s plan, and I do. I also know that if I die this time, I probably won’t be allowed another chance.

It’s time for the final showdown. I don’t know if I will survive, or if any of us will. But it’s God’s will, and we must fight regardless of the outcome.

My name is Casi.

The undead call me their angel mouse.

Coheed calls me Earth’s last miracle.

Warning! Contains semi-trailer trucks, a gold medallion, sleet, discovery of a long-preserved secret, ice cream, answered questions, and a final farewell that evolves into a happy forever after for all eternity.

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