Warning: For mature, adult audiences. 18+. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. MF. Majesta never thought she would find the man of her dreams, let alone two of them. The thought of love at first sight seemed ludicrous to her. Then she fell into the arms of a man who swept her off her feet. The trouble with both men, they are not human. A simple book keeper finds herself in the middle of a book herself.
Five hundred years Maganusson has waited for his soul to return only to witness the human woman being swept away by another man. One that he knows too well. It isn’t going to be easy to get her back and keep her safe. He can’t lose her again, but he can’t think of her becoming like him.
For the first time in his life, David has succeeded at something. He’s stuck serving a religion he doesn’t understand and doesn’t believe, but he can pretend he’s a hero. Life on Bantong contains more dangers than he realized, and he still can’t go home. How long until his life falls apart again? Only the Inevitable: Book 2
So, you’ve finished that four hundred and sixty page novel. You sit proudly and pat the cover page tenderly, smoothing the white surface when much to your horror, you see a mistake! Cold sweat breaks out on your brow, fingers tremble, mouth suddenly goes dry. As your eye wanders down the page, more and more errors jump out at you! Fear grips your heart as you stumble from the desk, desperate for a calming cool drink. It’s a nightmare, but you can’t wake up. It’s real. Your brainchild, the fruit of your creative efforts, is flawed and it’s up to you to fix it.
This is a scenario each of us faces. Sometimes it’s as minor as a misplaced comma or a dangling modifier. Other times an entire scene, or even half the novel is so bad it has to be scraped and retooled. I started an historical novel about…
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Still waiting for Spring to Spring? Here in Florida, it has—mostly—and with it allergies, asthma and annoyance. Nothing like a stuffy head and watering eyes to keep you inside. Or, you can brave the crowds, and flock to the beach—where you battle traffic, rip tides and high tides. The choice is clear, at least to me. Home is where the heart is. (And the Benadryl)
Gosh, if only life could be perfect! You know what? It can, by reading a good book! Our authors today have some great escapes for you, so kick back, sip your favorite cold (or hot) beverage, and enjoy a chat with us.
First up, Lory La Selva Paduano author of historical fiction Crown of Embers, Wonderland Series, Khafa the High Priestess. New to the show, we’re so glad to have her here. Welcome, Lory!
Also new to the lineup is Shelton Williams author of murder mysteries Covey Jencks, Washed in the Blood and Summer of 66. Welcome to the show, Shelton! Hope you have fun.
Three little bears live with their mommy and daddy. The adventures they have are unlike many. They laugh and play, hug and cry. They have fun in the rain and snow, when its wet and dry. These bears want to share their stories with you and hope you enjoy them too.
It’s the summer of 1740 and rumors of war haunt the small community of St. Augustine, Florida. Already, Oglethorpe’s troops are on the move. Scouting parties of Creek Indians have moved south, skirting the town, attacking outlying farms. Meli Chasseur’s home came under attack and she is the only one to escape. Injured and afraid, she stumbles into Sailfish’s camp. Could this be his next chance at true love? This long awaited sequel is finally here!
Sailfish woke at noon the next day, to find Meli lying next to him. Her green eyes held humor as she gazed at him. He sat up slowly, wondering what she found so humorous.
“You snore,” she giggled. “And talk in your sleep. Who is Gabriella? Is she the one you love?”
“What does it matter? She’s married to another man.”
“Ah. Was she your woman first?” Her green eyes sparkled merrily.
“So, did you try to steal her away from the other man?”
“Tell me what happened and I’ll quit asking you,” she teased.
“And what fun would that be for you?”
Sailfish said no more, setting about breaking their primitive camp. He kicked dirt over the coals of their fire, pouring water from the river onto the dirt.
“I’m better today, thank you,” she said by way of making conversation.
Sailfish ignored her, going about his business with a singularity of focus unmatched by many.
“Why, that’s very good to hear, Meli.” She lowered her voice, pretending to be him. “Do you think you can walk all right on your own?” She kept her voice low, standing in a manly fashion with her hands on her hips. She captured his cadence and movements well, including the casual toss of his head.
“Why yes,” she turned her body, taking a more feminine stance. She batted her eyelashes. “I believe I can walk just fine today.”
Despite himself, Sailfish laughed at her, unconsciously tossing his head. “I hear insane people are very popular in towns. Perhaps they will pay to see you talk to yourself.”
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