Victoria Zak and her new best selling novel, Highland Burn

This book was released on July 22 and it already has 12, 5 star reviews from it’s readers and it is currently sitting at…

Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #5,663 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)

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Blurb:

Will Love’s Flame Quench the Dragon’s Fire? …

The past never stays in the past, it rears its ugly head eventually. James the Black Douglas knows this all too well. With a past that has left him vengeful and his dragon blood thirsty, his reputation as a ruthless warrior haunts his enemies in their sleep. As his allegiance stands with Robert Bruce, the King of Scotland, he must now repay a debt to the king and agrees to marry his daughter, Abigale Bruce. The problem is he doesn’t want a wife. When flames start to burn out of control between him and the auburn-haired lass, he must decide to either kindle the flames of passion or shelter her from the truth and set her free.

It’s What Shines in the Dark That Brings Forth Your True Light…

Determined to keep his daughter safe and out of the hands of the English, Robert hides Abigale behind the safe walls of a nunnery. After eight long years of living her life in seclusion, Abigale is finally set free. But her new found freedom comes to an abrupt halt when she learns of her betrothal to the infamous Bogeyman – James the Black Douglas. She soon finds herself falling in love with the uncontainable and haunted man. Is her love enough to soften his hardened heart?

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Elodie Parks and her brand new release…The Black Lion

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my new release with Hot Ink Press, ‘The Black Lion’.

The story is a short, (15,900). It’s erotic, paranormal romance, featuring both shifters and vampires and releases July 16.

The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.

In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’

The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.

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When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?

Excerpt:

Gnawing hunger forced him from his sanctuary. He traveled swiftly over the rooftops and down the alley to the nightclub on the outskirts of the city. Human scents swamped him in the warm summer night. Perfumes, dirty hair and clothes, fragrant food, desire, all mixed with the overwhelming lure of blood. He drifted to the paved ground a little way from the red lacquered door of The Black Lion. His boots made a muffled thud as he landed. He adjusted his jacket, ran his hands through his thick, dark hair, and approached the closed door.

A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, the door would be locked with bolts and a bar on the inside. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Hot Ink Press

Buy Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6

Find ‘The Black Lion’ retailing at .99 cents and equivalent on all Amazons, July 16, 2014, visit Elodie’s blog for the links to buy the book. http://elodieparkes.blogspot.com

About the author:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret Cravings, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.

Susannah Gautier and her novel, No Regrets

Blurb:

A love story about second chances. No Regrets is a steamy, contemporary beach romance set in sultry South Florida. Both sweet and sexy, No Regrets is a fun, escapist read.

Aidan Brice is a man with a string of tragedies in his past. He has settled into his life comfortably as a single man and has no interest in falling in love. But when Jamie Connolly shows up unexpectedly in Seabrook, all bets are off. She was the one who stole his teenage heart years ago, then disappeared from Seabrook without a trace. Seeing her awakens an irresistible desire for her, despite his mistrust of Jamie and a conflict doomed to keep them apart forever.

Jamie Connolly has returned to the tiny town of Seabrook to escape her high society Ex who is stalking her. Once an impoverished orphan, Jamie is now a famous designer in Palm Beach. But she has found the jet-set life style empty and passionless. She hires her old crush, Aidan to remodel a cottage she bought in her hometown. It is soon obvious the innocent kiss they once shared has grown into a burning passion. Too soon, she realizes she is caught up in a web of secrets, lies, and betrayals. A dangerous web that will certainly endanger herself and the people she has grown to love.

Excerpt:

     Aidan reached for her and pulled her against him, capturing her mouth with his before she uttered a sound of protest or invitation. Her lips parted under his willingly, and he heard a barely suppressed moan escape her mouth as his tongue touched hers in a moment exquisite pleasure.
She tasted like tart limes, graham crackers, and sunshine rolled into one. Her lips were lush, soft, and warm. The creak of the old ceiling fan faded as he breathed in her heady scent, glorious and sweet. He heard the tap of paws against the wood floors as the mutt scuttled away. Somewhere outside a palm frond rustled against the windowpane, and the bright sunlight faded into darkness as he gave into the succulent lips brushing insistently against his mouth.

     He moved his hands slowly down the curves of her luscious body and wrapped them around her waist. She sighed against his mouth, not trying to suppress it this time and drew her hands up around his neck, pulling him harder, closer to her as if he might try to escape.
He didn’t want to escape. The feel of her was too intense, too wonderfully gratifying to let go. He loved the way she tasted, loved the uninhibited way she responded, the way her body reacted smothered against him. Memories of the taste of her sweet lips invaded his mind, memories of secret kisses on a moonlit night with the sand beneath their feet.
He pressed her against the foyer wall, maddened with some nameless, insatiable hunger. He felt a tremor shimmer through her body as he flattened her against the rough plaster and kissed her hard and deep. He threaded his hands through her silky hair and kissed her face, her neck, and the delicate lobes of her ears, pressing his hardness between the juncture of her thighs. She let out a small whimper of surprise as he ran his hands up her thighs, pulling her dress up with them, and snuggled against her glorious triangle.

     He felt a tug at his shirt as Jamie pulled it free and ran her hands against his bare skin. Her touch surged through his body, igniting a fire he had forgotten he was even capable of feeling. He felt as though he was almost beyond the brink of control. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t lose control.
He let her go abruptly. She clung to him briefly, trying to keep her balance. She didn’t try to talk to him, God forbid, as most females were so fond of doing. She simply pushed her dress down over her thighs and smiled weakly. Her lips were pink and swollen.

     He reached for the door. “Damn,” he muttered.

     He left her then, letting the door slam behind him and carelessly pulled his truck out of her driveway without looking back. He knew if he looked back, he would tear out of his truck, bust the door down, and take Jamie right there on the bare, hardwood floors of her empty living room. That was something he was never going to be able to do.

 
 

Author Sandy Wolters with When One Door Closes

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Today we have a very special guest, author and good friend, Sandy Wolters with her latest novel, When One Door Closes. I’ve read all of Sandy Wolters  works, to date and no other author I know can take my emotions on such a ride. I am currently reading this exact book and it does not disappoint. I will be posting the review at a later time as I feel that it deserves a post all its own. For today I’d like you to enjoy a short excerpt and as always feel free to buy the book! :)

Blurb:

Her marriage a disaster, Lilly closes the door to her personal life. Can meeting Bruce open a door to a new life or will her fear shut her off from love?

All Lilly has ever wanted to do is sing, but being an internationally famous superstar has turned her life into a living nightmare. Closing the door on her destructive marriage, she runs to her best friend’s rural home in northern Arizona, hoping to stay out of the public’s eye and sort out her life.                 Bruce Silk, a Flagstaff police officer, doesn’t approve of his brother’s rakish rock star lifestyle but still keeps an eye on his remote home when he’s out on tour. More than once he’s had to arrest groupies who invaded the property to steal some small memento from the famous Clay Silk. So why does he feel sucker-punched when he slaps the cuffs on this latest trespasser?                 When One Door Closes is the first book in the “Rock Star Series.” Another Door Opens, the second book, will be released in the Fall of 2014. Both books are stand-alone novels.                 Sandy Wolters is a prolific writer with four other novels to date. Her last novel, Soul Mates, won first place in the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer Choice Awards for Paranormal Romance-Novella.

 

Excerpt:

Curiosity gripped him. Who was this woman his philandering brother seemed to care so much about? Bruce watched from the kitchen doorway as she finished preparing their hot cocoa. Her small size seemed incongruent with the amount of sensuality exuding from her. No wonder she’s Clay’s favorite, he thought as a pang of jealousy swept over him.

Dominating the room, her sensuous presence relaxed his cop perceptions and stimulated his male senses to a full appreciation for the view in front of him. Looking at her feet, he realized that despite the six-inch heels, the top of her head had only come up to his chest while he was handcuffing her. Damn, he thought, she is one fine woman. Who the hell wears those kinds of shoes sitting on a back deck all by themselves?

Observing her skintight, leather-clad legs, lust filled him as his eyes and his imagination quickly moved to gaze at her curvaceous southern regions. Staring at her beautifully rounded bottom, his mind swiftly moved to a destination that he had not been fortunate enough to visit lately, even though it wasn’t for lack of opportunity. A lascivious grin, coveted by most of the women around these parts, crept across his face.

Lilly turned to find him leering at her, locked away in his own private daydream. Still it was a look she would recognize anywhere. She’d seen it countless times but never really appreciated it until tonight. Too bad, she thought, that I’m not the type of person to have a one-night stand, unlike my husband. A stab of fresh pain hit her in the chest, and she had to catch the sorrowful moan before it left her lips. No. I’m not going to do that to myself—not anymore. She had an inkling that if she let him, this man could make her feel better for a while at least. Letting these dangerous thoughts slip away, she cleared her throat to get his attention.

He came back from wherever his imagination had just taken him to find her smiling sweetly at him. As she moved toward him with the mugs in hand, he was grateful she had let him off the hook so easily. There was no way in hell he wanted to explain where his daydream had taken the two of them. It was bad enough that she obviously knew that his thoughts were lustful—no need for her to know how much further they had taken him.

 

What people are saying about When One Door Closes:

“The book made me laugh, made me mad, made me feel the pain of the characters at times, that kinda adds up to a good book that is well written.” – Douglas C. Meeks

“This is the fifth story written by award winning Author Sandy Wolters. Her finely honed, excellent writing style swoops the reader right into her tales of romance, mystery, struggles, and tenderness.” – Nancy of Utah

“Take these three people, combine them with one nasty, good for nothing, succubus of a husband, rabid fans, a no nonsense housekeeper and a big mushy dog and you have the makings for a delightful way to spend a lazy day enjoying yourself with a good story.” – Penelope Adams, PRG

” There are so many emotions in this book, You are happy, sad , angry and laughing in a matter of pages. You won’t put the book down. The only sad thing is that it has to end.” – Patricia (Goodreads)

Purchase Links: ($1.99 digital – Currently $7.19 Print at Amazon)

Amazon Geo URL: http://a-fwd.com/asin=B00I6S8KA0

B&N:  http://ow.ly/tFMSh

iTunes:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/when-one-door-closes/id816019707?mt=11

ARE:  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-whenonedoorcloses-1411500-149.html

Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/404832

Book 2 in the Rock Star Series, Another Door Opens, will be out in the Fall of 2014.

Double Feature! Sandra Bischoff, Author of Beyond the Sun and Beyond Time

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Beyond the sun
Book one
Dark order of the dragon series
Blurb ~
Fifteen years ago Jared Bonatelli had it all. The youngest son of
one of the founding families in the Conservatorship of The Dark Order he lived
a life you only thought existed in novels and nightmares. After becoming
engaged to his childhood sweetheart, he loses it all in one violent act. Since
that night he has suffered reliving his fiancé’s murder repeatedly in his
dreams. After an emergency meeting of the Conservatorship, Jared finds that the
comfortable world he lives is beginning to crumble at his feet.

Alexandra Toscano has been searching for the one assignment that could catapult
her journalistic career. When her editor Gene O’Hanlon drops a manila folder in
her lap, Alex is immediately skeptical. At first glance the information he
hands her seems like a publicity piece that is till she comes across an article
he wrote some fifteen years ago about Vampires murdering a young woman in
Central Park. But that isn’t what intrigues her the most. It’s the photo of the
woman’s fiancé that captures her eye, Jared Bonatelli.

Now as Alex begins to dig deeper into Jared’s life she begins to question her
own past. Could the answer she seeks be found in the glowing eyes of the one
person she is sworn to expose? Or will they both find themselves torn apart by
a world Beyond the Sun?

Excerpt ~
Sweat ran in rivulets down his forehead and into his closed eyes. He savored the burn from his most recent work out and made no move to wipe the sweat away. Jared gave up his uniform, opting for black sweat pants and bare feet. He’d been confined and claustrophobic in the uniform. He needed freedom when he moved. And man could he move. With every punch, kick, and block, he flowed across the room like quicksilver. He never felt stronger or fuller of life than right now. Sure, he’d had fulfilling workouts in the past, but none of them equaled the total sense of invincibility washing over him.
Kneeling on the floor with his hands resting on his thighs, Jared took a deep, steadying breath and eased into a peaceful meditation. Sweat continued to slowly make its way south over his chest. He felt each individual drop take its journey down his body to be absorbed by the waistband of his sweats. He rolled his head back and around, loosening the taut muscles in his neck before resting his chin on his chest. His shoulders relaxed next, then his upper torso. The tight pull from a scarred over bite mark on his shoulder reminded him of his greatest loss, Giovanna.
Absently, he reached up and touched the puckered surface of the scar.
Things had been so different back then. Fresh out of college with a chip on his shoulder, Jared thought he could take on the world. Until, he lost the one thing he loved more than life itself.

The sirens on the ambulance stopped as it pulled up behind the carriage. Two men climbed out of the cab and headed toward them. Jared held Giovanna’s limp form close. He kissed the top of her head, letting his tears fall on her blood streaked cheek.
One of the paramedics touched his shoulder. “Jared, I’m sorry man, but I have to do my job here. Don’t worry. I’ll take real good care of G for you. I won’t let anything happen to her.”
Jared lifted his eyes from Giovanna’s serene face, ready to shove the man away until he realized it was his brother. “You do, Tony, and it will be the last thing you ever do.”
“Listen bro, let me and Carlos take care of her. I called Dad, and I’m sure he already notified everyone. We can’t leave her out in the open like this. You can trust me. I’ll make sure she gets where she has to go safely.”
Jared watched, heartbroken as Tony lifted her from the carriage onto the waiting stretcher. True to his word, his brother was gentle and careful with her. When the ambulance pulled away, and he was left alone, he fell to his knees clutching her shawl in agony.

The tension in Jared’s body slowly faded with the memory. He couldn’t believe after all of this time it still affected him so much. Thank the gods above for the people who had shown him life was still worth living.
The sun set well over an hour ago, but Jared hadn’t bothered turning on the fluorescent lights. The full moon gleamed off the polished hardwood through the floor length windows, illuminating the room.
A shadow passed across the floor in front of him. Anyone else would assume it was an owl flying past the window or a cloud obscuring the moon. Except it moved too quickly. The untrained eye would have missed it, but not Jared.
Jared listened. The weight of the silence in the room was deafening. He focused on the darkened corners of the room. There was a presence here, and it was definitely vampire. He could feel its aura. He possessed a sixth sense for them.
The creak of leather allowed him to pinpoint the location of his intruder. Jared slowly wrapped his fingers around the wooden staff resting on the floor before him and waited.
Come to Papa, asshole.

Buy link ~
Amazon ~ http://amzn.to/1dExsVl

 

Beyond Time

Beyond time
Book two
Dark order of the dragon series

Blurb ~
Christian Lancelot Du Lac was never one to take a situation seriously. Growing up he had always been the comedic relief to Jared Bonatelli’s brooding nature. Now, just as The Dark Order welcomes Jared as its new Prince, Du Lac is informed that he must become a first in command the future King can truly rely on. When he repeatedly fails in his attempts to prove himself, Lance is thrown back in time to where his life began, Camelot. What he finds there is more than he could have bargained for.

Drawn to the forest surrounding Camelot, Lady Elizabeth Payne searches for something that seems just out of her reach. Tormented by a pair glowing eyes in the mist she steals away in the middle of the night to find their owner. Thieves, a wolf and the most infuriating savior she has ever met turn her simple world upside down. But it’s the attraction she feels to the newcomer that truly takes her by surprise. Learning that he is Christian Du Lac, the long lost son of the First Knight himself peaks her curiosity even more.

Now on the cusp of meeting her betrothed for the first time, Elizabeth’s heart has been claimed by another. But even a betrothal written in blood is no match for fate.

For Lance and Elizabeth, the odds are stacked against them. Their worlds are destined to remain forever apart. Can time heal all wounds or will the fates change their course and let the star crossed lovers find each other once again?

Excerpt ~
A feral growl from the clearing ahead stopped him in his tracks.
“Son of a bitch, is this woman a danger magnet?”
Lance heard the rapid drum of her heartbeat. She wasn’t far ahead, but she was scared to death. He readied his bow, arrow nocked, and crept closer. A large black wolf had her cornered. He paced not far from her toying with his prey. Its amber eyes glowed in the darkness. Lips curled back in a snarl. Lance saw her terrified gaze searching the brush around her, looking for him perhaps? He was the only one on her side at the moment. He could leave her for dead, revenge for the knife wound, but he wasn’t about to do that. It wasn’t in him to leave a woman in danger, even danger she created for herself. He’d rather have her undying gratitude. If it got him laid, even better.
Maybe I am a dog. He chuckled to himself.
The wolf paced closer. She let out a strangled cry. Lance stood. Her gaze swept to him, relief bloomed in her eyes. He raised the bow at the same time the wolf lunged for her throat. His bowstring hummed as he let the arrow fly and hit its mark. The wolf dropped to the forest floor inches from her. The woman crumpled to the ground in tears.
Lance was careful as he approached her this time. He didn’t want a repeat performance of what happened earlier. Crouching next to her, he brushed the tangled ginger curls from her face. She lifted tear filled emerald eyes to him.
“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
She shook her head and gazed at the carcass by her feet. “Nay, I am unharmed, thanks to you.” Her eyes lifted once more to meet his. “How did you know I was in danger?”
“Cher, danger seems to follow you.” He laughed and held out a hand to her. “Let’s get you back to where you came from. Where exactly is that?”
“I’ll not say another word without thy name.” She took his hand allowing him to pull her to her feet.
Lance bowed low over her hand, minding what Semiramis warned him earlier. “Christian Du Lac at your service.”
Her jaw fell. “Nay, you cannot be.”
“I can assure you, I am. I have been away on apprenticeship only to return home tonight. My father is awaiting my arrival as we speak.” His hand still held hers, and he swore a spark traveled between them. “Would you tell me yours? You know, so I can inform dear old dad who I rescued.”
“I am Lady Elizabeth Payne, niece to his Majesty King Arthur.”
Lance frowned. King Arthur’s niece? What the hell was she doing out here unescorted? “Why is there no guard with you? You shouldn’t be riding all over the woods with no one protecting you, especially at this hour.”
“You are just like the rest of them.” She stalked away. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Yeah, you’re an ace at it. Thieves and a blood-thirsty wolf meant you no harm. I get it. You were going to bat your pretty green eyes at them and make them fall in love with you. Sure, then they wouldn’t kill you.” He scoffed.

Buy link ~
Amazon ~ http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KKYC8PG

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Author G.M. Page and Tapestry of Souls

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Tapestry of Souls: Past and Present Life Love Interwoven is a unique look into past life love and the role of that person in the author’s life today. The synchronicities let one know that there is more than one life path for us each to live. It is what we choose to make of our journey that allows us to remain together. Great love and friendship eight hundred years apart are one of the most powerful gifts uncovered through this exploration of life and love in ancient China. Travel back in time with psychic medium Claire as she unravels the mystery held deep in her soul and shares the impact of her visions and meditations with her spirit guide in her current life.

500 word excerpt

“I Think I Just Past Life Regressed.”

Sometime in August during a regular visit with Robert, Claire would have a

vision of a previous life. As always, Robert worked his magic and covered

Claire’s eyes with an eye pillow before leaving the room. She was down deep

in a very restful state and didn’t even hear Robert leave the room. In her vision

a man rode up to her on a very large gray horse. The horse was quite

frightening, yet somehow it seemed familiar to her. The man put his hand

down to offer her the necessary boost up so she could get on the horse. She

hesitated. There were no words exchanged between them. There was only

feeling. Claire knew that she did not like this man, but had to go with him.

She felt alone and abandoned. She knew that somehow she was now his and

had no choices. She grabbed his massive forearm and he swung her up on the

back of the horse effortlessly. It was as if she was a little doll weighing nothing.

He was a very large man, of great height and full of muscle. He had long

dark hair that blew wildly in the wind as they rode. The weather was turning

and rain was evident. He rode the horse hard and Claire was concerned about

the rough ride. She had no choice but to hold on to him tight and lean into

his back. She sensed that this pleased him and pleasure was the last thing she

wanted to give him.

They rode for a while stopping outside of a cave. He slipped off the

horse gingerly and grabbed Claire around her waist to lift her off of the

horse. For a moment their eyes met. She wanted to scream at him, claw his

face, or spit in his eye. She hated him! Claire would be no match for him and

somewhere in her mind remembered that she was told to go with him. There

were other details coming in, but they were murky and faint. Standing next to

him now Claire surmised that he was about 6’6” tall. He wore a hefty sword

at his side. The top of the sword was quite large and could only fit in a hand

of great strength and mass. His tunic and breeches fit tightly to his body and

she could see that he was all muscle. Over his tunic he wore some type of

vest with a dragon embroidered across the chest. He wore boots that went

up to his knees and his hair was wild. He had a beard and long moustache.

His eyes were slanted and full of ferocity. His cheeks and chin appeared to be

carved out of stone. He was a beast!

Outside of the cave there was a man servant waiting for them. He spoke

in a low voice and Claire could not hear what they were saying. She was

told to enter the cave. As she moved, she was trembling with fear inside,

but she was determined to not let him see this. As they entered the cave

she was immediately aware of its secret beauty. Inside, the cave was bathed

in a natural light that glowed white and pink. There was a pool of water in

front of her trimmed on the outside by beautiful white stones. It was at this

time that she would hear her name from this past life for the very first time.

“Grace, you are to walk along the right side of the water and meet me here

at the head,” said a priest. Something unusual happened at the moment that

she heard her name. She was Claire watching Grace walking around the circle.

She could see her and also feel what she was feeling. She was Claire and she

was also Grace. She was unable to separate the two.

Grace was petite with long blonde hair. She wore a long dress of white

that almost seemed a very faint blue. On her head was a pointed hat to match

her dress with a long sheer scarf emerging from its point. On her tiny feet

she wore slippers to match which made no sound as she walked. Her skin was

fair and she was quite beautiful. It was obvious that she was young and came

from a life of stature and some wealth. Claire remembered thinking that she

was so tiny and beautiful, so different from herself today. As Grace came

around to the top of the circle, Claire could see that the dress was heavy and

seemed to lack shape. It did not hang tight to the body. With her last step,

turning to face this strange man that she hated, Claire could see that Grace’s

belly was rounded slightly with child. Claire had what appeared to be a very

conscious thought, “Oh my God. I’m pregnant!” The priest began and called

the man by name. “Guan Lu, you have brought this child here on this day to

enter into wedlock with her. Do you have permission from her father?”

“Yes, I do hold a document from him stating that he acknowledges this

union,” said Guan Lu.

Grace looked around nervously and noticed that there was nobody present

that she knew. The man servant was there now joined by a sturdy looking

older woman. “My family has not joined us here because they are marked

by shame,” Grace thought. She was sad and lonely for father, but dutifully

turned to face Guan Lu when asked to do so. As she turned she saw documents

and coin, a rather large sum, being given to the priest. The priest began

the nuptials. There was no talk of love, no songs of joy, no joining of hands

and no mention of God. Within a brief moment she would be bound to this

man. She lifted her head and looked up at his face. He was looking down

at her. How she disliked him! Just like that it was over and the man was

instructing her to turn around and leave the cave.

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Author James DiBenedetto and Dream Family!

Image“Dream Family” is the fourth book in my Dream Series, and it might seem odd that I’m talking about it instead of the first book, or the most recent one.  But I think that this book is probably the best-written of any of my novels.  It’s definitely the most intense, emotionally, and the one I’m the most proud of.

 

Here’s what it’s about:

“Why is this so hard for me? Why do I feel so helpless? What the hell is wrong with me?”  After tangling with murders and mobsters, not to mention medical school and three years of residency, Sara thought she could handle anything. Until the police show up without warning at her new office and arrest her for a crime she can’t possibly have committed. Sara’s confidence, and her grip on reality, is shattered during one terrifying night in jail.  Now, the very dreams that have endangered her life and driven her to the edge of madness may be the only thing that can help Sara find herself again…  “Dream Family” is the fourth novel in the “Dreams” series.

 

Here’s where to buy it:

http://getBook.at/DreamFamily (Amazon)

http://getBook.at/DreamFamilyAudio (Audible audiobook)

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dream-family-jj-dibenedetto/1114915811 (Barnes & Noble)

 

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http://www.writingdreams.net

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And here’s an excerpt from the book:

…A rough hand is shoving me down into a metal chair. I look at my hands. My fingers are all smudged.  Deputy Tannis sits at a desk and begins shooting questions at me. I hear a voice that must be mine. It’s giving my name and my address and all my personal details. By the time the questions are done, though, I’m not sure who that voice is talking about.

 

 

Sara Alderson is a doctor, and a wife, and a mother and a lot of other things. But who am I? I’m just some woman who’s in jail. I’ve got nothing in my pockets, no sign of a husband or children or anything. The deputy grabs my left hand, wraps something around my wrist. Just like at the hospital, a wristband.  But there’s no name, just a pattern of white stripes and a barcode. I’m not even a person anymore. I’m just a number to be scanned and processed.

 

The deputy does exactly that. She runs a scanner over my wristband and there’s a beep, as though I were a can of beans at the supermarket check-out. Then she orders me up and drags me out the door, down a hallway and to a huge room with – oh, God. Jail cells. They really are going to lock me up!

 

A barred door opens and I’m pushed inside. The cell is big, maybe twenty feet to a side. There are benches along two walls, and a sink and an open toilet against the back wall. I won’t – I can’t use that. I’m not going to pull my pants down and expose myself. I won’t sit there naked in a cage for complete strangers to look at me. No. Never.

 

There are three other women in here with me. I don’t make eye contact. I just go as far as I can away from them, into the corner. As I do, the door slams shut.

 

I’ve never been locked up anywhere. Not as a joke, not trapped in the basement by accident, not ever.  But here I am, and I don’t even know why, or what I can do about it. I don’t want to cry. I know that’s not the right response. I know it won’t help. I need to be doing – I don’t know what, but something. Fighting, somehow. Not crying like a baby. The other women in this cell aren’t crying. That girl who was next to me on the bench, laughing all this off, she wasn’t crying. Why can’t I be as strong as them? What’s wrong with me?

 

I don’t know. But something is. A lot is wrong with me, and I can’t do anything about it. I bury my head in my hands and concentrate on keeping the tears back.