Monthly Archives: September 2019

Character Quotes from THE DAWNSTONE TALE by RL Davis Hays

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As the sun lowered, millions of tiny gnats came to inspect the walkers as they hiked down the road. Keinigan flailed and snorted trying in vain to keep the things out of his face as he looked for a viable spot to climb, knowing that it was not going to get any better once they were in the scrub. The only way it was bearable was seeing that the changeling was as annoyed as he. The invasive little bugs did not seem to be bothering Lylith as she lightly strolled along looking about. He found his eyes following her every graceful move, her feet barely touching the ground. The pack sat so gently on her small frame that it looked to weigh nothing and he began to wonder if the changeling had taken her share of the supplies, leaving hers empty. Though, he had seen the packing taking place. He…

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Red River Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Uvi and Mark

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Red River Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Uvi and Mark

Dellani Oakes

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What’s Write for Me – Wednesday, September 25 4-6 PM Join us when we welcome two authors of historical fiction. I didn’t plan it that way, it’s a happy accident, which will totally rock!

Uvi Poznansky

Uvi Poznansky is a USA TODAY bestselling, award-winning author, poet and artist. “I paint with my pen,” she says, “and write with my paintbrush.” Her romantic suspense box set, Love Under Fire, made the USA TODAY bestselling list, as did her medical thriller box set, Do No Harm; and her romance box set, A Touch of Passion, was the 2016 WINNER of The Romance Reviews Readers’ Choice Awards.

She worked first as an architect, and later as a software engineer, software team leader, software manager and a software consultant (with an emphasis on user interface for medical instruments devices.) All the while, she wrote and painted constantly, and exhibited in Israel and California. In addition, she…

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ABIGAILS WINDOW BY SUSAN LYNN SOLOMON

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ABIGAILS WINDOW BY SUSAN LYNN SOLOMON

Susan Solomon

ABOUT THIS FAB NOVEL

Abigail Bender lost her only love at Gettysburg in 1863. One hundred and fifty years later Kaitlyn Novacs, teetering on the edge of a breakdown after the loss of her one love, encounters Abigail’s spirit in a quaint Canadian inn. There’s a connection between these women, Kaitlyn feels it the first moment she sees the ghost but refuses to admit it. She is forced to accept how closely her fate mirrors the ghost’s when through Abigail’s window she witnesses the ghost’s life and death. Still, there’s a secret Abigail withholds from Kaitlyn. Will discovering that secret come too late to save Kaitlyn from Abigail’s fate?

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WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT ABIGAIL’S WINDOW!


Amazon Customer

5.0 out of 5 stars

GOOD BOOKS MATTER!!!!!!

May 16, 2019

Format: Kindle Edition

even in this digital age there is nothing to compare then picking up a book like Abigail’s window sitting in a comfortable chair on a rainy day with a hot beverage by your side and immersing yourself into a story that grips you from the beginning until the very end. A little history a little romance a little intrigue everything that you want to get away from the Monday and world that we are in I’m so glad that I let Abigail‘s window Take me away for a little while and I can’t wait for Susan Solomon’s next book to do the same thank you Susan please keep writing

David M. Hoffman

5.0 out of 5 stars

A genre-busting read

July 13, 2019

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Ghosts, history and the power of love. Something for everyone. Buy it, cry a little, smile a lot

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Chapter One

Face in the Window

As I stepped from the rental car, I saw the lace curtains pulled aside in a second floor window. I felt eyes stare down at me. My jaw dropped. Had it followed me here?

Ronnie Hoffmann glanced at me over the roof of the car. “What’s wrong now?” she said.

I stood, blinking.

With a shrug, she turned to Andrea O’Rourke, who popped the trunk and lifted out our suitcases.

When I looked again at the window I saw a woman, but not quite a woman. She appeared to be… transparent. Shuddering, I turned my back to the house.

Yeah, I’m cold too, Katy. Get your suitcase.” Ronnie took off her thick-rimmed glasses and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. Though only in her early thirties, her long black hair showed streaks of gray.

I wrapped my heavy coat tight around my chest but didn’t move. I hadn’t wanted to come to Niagara-on-the-Lake, hadn’t wanted to leave my apartment. After what I’d been through, I never wanted to venture out again. Ronnie had refused to let me become a hermit.

You waiting for April when the snow melts?” she called to me.

I lifted my eyes to the window. The curtains were closed. Feeling as though the woman continued to watch me, I shrank back against the car door. “Somebody’s… up there.”

Andrea clicked her tongue.

Another ghost?” Ronnie slammed the car trunk closed. “The Niagara Inn isn’t any more haunted than your apartment.”

My friend knew what haunted me. She had helped to pull me through a breakdown seven years ago. She didn’t believe a ghost caused it then, and didn’t believe one pushed me toward the edge this time.

I pointed to the window. “Don’t you see her?”

Ronnie didn’t bother to look. “Probably another guest.”

The stiff Lake Ontario wind had turned Andrea’s face almost as red as her hair. Looking around the empty parking lot, she said, “Can’t be another guest. No one but us is stupid enough to travel in this weather.” She hefted her suitcase. “Yap out here if you want. I’m going inside.”

Shivering, I examined the bed and breakfast Ronnie had brought me to for a long, girls-only weekend. Pale behind the falling snow and surrounded by skeletons of azalea bushes and a row of evergreen hedges, the Niagara Inn rose two stories above what appeared to be an ancient brick foundation.

Come on, come on. I’m about to turn into an icicle,” Andrea complained.

More like a cherry popsicle,” Ronnie said.

Yeah, whatever.” Our redheaded friend turned and stomped off through the snow.

The wind rushed up to encircle me. In its howl, I heard a familiar laugh. This disembodied sound had chased me since my teenage years. I looked at our car, now coated with a thin layer of snow. I had an urgent desire to get in, drive back across the border to the Buffalo airport and fly home to Manhattan. Though the laughter also haunted me there, at least in familiar surroundings I could almost ignore it.

While I thought about fleeing, the lake wind pushed me toward the house. I held fast.

Ronnie grabbed the sleeve of my black faux-fur coat. “Come on!”

I pulled away. “I can’t… the laugh.”

You’re hearing it again?”

I nodded.

She took me by the shoulders. “You’re not being haunted, Katy. What you hear is just in your head. How many times do I have to tell you that? Now get inside before we both get sick.”

When I still resisted, she gave me a tight-lipped stare—her way of saying, Kaitlyn Novacs, get over yourself.

Ken and I were here for our anniversary five years ago,” she said. “This is a beautiful place, not some crappy dump with cobwebs your warped mind is turning it into. Now move!”

I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. Nothing in this house could be worse than what I’ve been through, I thought.

The wind howled again, louder this time. It might have been telling me, You think so?

Ronnie’s grin wrinkled her eyes. “What an expression. You look like an Eskimo searching for the nearest dogsled. Wanna rub noses?”

I grabbed a handful of snow from a bush and flung it at her. Then, feeling a rush of warmth for my best and sometimes only friend, I hugged her.

Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” she said. “Now can we get out of this storm?”

With her hand propelling me forward, I slogged through drifting snow from the parking lot to the Niagara Inn’s door where Andrea O’Rourke waited.

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NEW from Dellani Oakes ~ Bad Fall

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Former Army Captain, Frank Atherton, has left the dangerous life of a soldier behind. Retired from the military, he now works in a large nursing home facility, as assistant director. Things are pretty quiet, until the annoying blister of a man, Ralph Penwarren arrives, doing his best to break into his mother’s apartment. Soon after his arrival, Frank meets the lovely new psychiatrist on staff, Marka Ventimiglia, who takes his breath away. Their relationship seems to be moving swiftly ahead, until Ralph Penwarren is seriously injured by a bad fall. If that weren’t enough, Frank’s office is trashed, his car vandalized, and a dead man is found in the ravine behind his house. Are the incidents related, or simply a series of alarming coincidences?

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Fedelta 2: Race Against The Clock

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Warning: Strong Language and Content

As Cassie’s life hung in the balance, Amato was turning up the heat on the thugs they arrested in the bistro raid.  To his surprise they brought in a familiar face, and it was just the thing this case needed.  Anthony Vello, was a mob associate with no loyalties, in essence, he was a rat and not a very smart one.  Anthony used to loan shark, and steal for his bosses but he got caught up too many times in the system.  It did something to him, he wasn’t the hardass he used to be.  Prison will do that to a man, and now that he was pushing his fifties, he was most likely terrified of doing time.  Amato personally watched as members of the Cosimo family would refer to him as Big Pussy, that character from the Sopranos. …

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