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Free Books For Soldiers

Published October 11, 2013 by administrator

Morning, Creeps!

One of my Facebook associates, Patrick Donovan, is asking for help. He wrote a book and is offering it free of charge to active US Military currently overseas. In the last few years, my family has become somewhat of a military family, so this one hit home in a sweet and noble way. I just wanted to pop in and share his kindness with all of you.

If you, or anyone you know, is active US Military, there is a free eBook copy of Demon Jack waiting for you. All you have to do is contact Patrick and let him know. His goal is to put this book in the hands of every soldier, free of charge.

You can find Patrick in these places:

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For you Non-Military folk who want to buy it, you can

And here’s a little about the book if you’re interested:

Demon Jack

Stay dead and go to Hell,
Or sell your soul to a demon and keep breathing.

Fifteen years ago, Jack died and chose the latter. Now, a few years out of prison and living on the streets of Boston, Jack is perfectly content to keep a low profile and avoid his turbulent past.

Being a faceless “nobody” suits Jack just fine.

It’s working out until the only person he considers a friend turns on him, possessed by something far worse than the demon holding the contract to Jack’s soul. Now, he’s been recruited (some might say blackmailed) by an ancient order with roots in the Inquisition to hunt down whatever malevolent force is responsible for turning Boston’s homeless into ravenous killers. At the same time, someone from his past with a massive vendetta and nothing in the way of conscience, is looking for Jack, hoping to issue a little payback of his own.

Paired with a centuries old witch and the only person to survive the rampage thus far, Jack is in a race to track down whatever’s responsible for killing his people, all while staying one step ahead of the skeletons in his closet.


Juniper Grove Presents: Baehrly Breathing by Elizabeth A. Reeves

Published September 6, 2013 by administrator

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Good morning, Creeps! It’s time for another look into a different author’s work. Today we’re showcasing Elizabeth A. Reeves and her Goldie Locke and the Were Bears Series! We have here a good dose of Contemporary Fantasy, and it looks like we might even have a little bit of a love story mixed in… but first, let’s find out about Elizabeth, shall we?


Elizabeth A. ReevesLegend has it that Elizabeth A Reeves was born with a book in her hands and immediately requested a pony. Though this story is questionable, it is true that books and horses have been consistent themes in her life. Born in Massachusetts, she was quickly transplanted to Arizona by a professor father and creativity-driven mother, who is the one responsible for saying “If you can’t find a book that you want to read, write a book you want to read.”

In her spare time, she likes to knit, weave, hatch chickens, and chase after her husband and four sons.

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The first book in the Goldie Locke and the Were Bears series.Baehrly Breathing

It’s difficult to be taken seriously when you are a member of the Magical community and saddled with the unfortunate name ‘Goldie Locke’. It certainly doesn’t help if you are also about five feet tall, blond, and most commonly described as ‘cute.’ What was a girl to do?

Become one of the most dreaded Magical environmental lawyers of all time?

Goldie isn’t there yet, but she’s well on her way when a case drags her into uncharted territory– working with Ordinary officials to figure out why ‘unusual’ remains are being discovered all around New England.

With her hands full and a new dragon on the way, Goldie’s hunches about this case may prove to be all-too true– this stuff is bad business!

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A short story introducing sassy and spunky Goldie Locke and her menagerie of magical and rare creatures. Witch Goldie Locke’s mission in life is the rescue and rehabilitation of endangered Magical creatures. She will put her life and all she has at risk to save them.


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From Baehrly Breathing…

It’s difficult to be taken seriously when you are a member of the Magical community and saddled with the unfortunate name ‘Goldie Locke’. It certainly doesn’t help if you are also about five feet tall, blond, and most commonly described as ‘cute.’ What was a girl to do?

Become one of the most dreaded Magical environmental lawyers of all time?

Well, I wasn’t there quite yet, but I was well on my way.

I stared up my nose at the frowning specter of a Mage. I wondered if he had any ogre blood in his lineage, for he was exceptionally tall, had quite a lot of girth, and had the most bulbous nose I had ever had the misfortune to meet.
Moments like this I really wished I was over six feet tall, male, and named Marmaduke. Then I would have been taken seriously.

I figured anyone named Marmaduke had to be pretty kick-ass if they survived to adulthood.

The ogre was actually laughing at me.

“What makes you think a tiny thing like you can just waltz in here and tell me what to do?” he demanded, his face turning an ugly shade of mauve that really didn’t go well with his rather orange hair, what there was of it.

I put my hands on my hips. “I suggest that you cooperate,” I told him. “You have been commanded by the Council of Magic to release into my custody the illegal specimen you have in your possession.” I waved the writ at him, but he just shoved it away with an unpleasant laugh.

“The council sent a speck like you to enforce it?” he roared.

“Hey,” I protested. “I know I’m cute, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take me seriously.”

“How about I smash you flat?” His piggy eyes glowered at me. “Is that serious enough?”

Yup, he definitely had ogre in him.

“Don’t mess with me,” I warned.

In response he took a lumbering swing at my head.

In a flash I was out of his range and had the tip of my sword tucked neatly underneath one of his massive earlobes.

“I suggest,” I said sweetly, “that you don’t move.”

He made a growling sound, but let his shoulders slump.

“Good choice,” I said, sheathing my sword again. “If you don’t like my blade you would really hate my magic.”

“Witch,” the ogre spat.

“Thank you,” I answered, flattered. “Now may I please have your cooperation?”

For a second I thought I was going to have to kick his butt again, but he turned away from me grumbling, and led the way into his dwelling.

Not everyone in the Magical Community lived in archaic squalor. I knew that, having grown up in a rather affluent home, but these days I seemed to deal more and more with the other side of my world—the dregs, as my bosses, the Baehr brothers, would have called them.

I tried not to judge people or label them, but some things made it difficult.

The cottage was small and made of stone, with half a sheep’s head sitting on the table, a cleaver wedged into its skull. The whole interior of the cottage was damp and sporting a large array of moss.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” I quipped.

“Huh?” the giant turned an eye towards me then shrugged. “Oh, uh, thanks.”

I gave him my sweetest and most genuine smile.

His ears actually turned a little pink.

He kicked open a door that looked like it led straight down into the cellar.

I’d been tricked before. “After you,” I suggested.

With a nod he barreled down the few stairs. Reluctantly, I followed him.

I wrinkled my nose. There was something both musty and sulfuric about the scent of the cellar and, despite the dampness above, it was parched dry and hot.

I’d never been one for standing close to a fire, and this felt like I was standing close to volcanic ash.

I fought the urge to loosen my collar. I knew the ogre-man was watching my every move and I couldn’t afford for him to stop taking me seriously. Things could get messy really fast with a big guy like this.

And I really didn’t want to wipe the floor with him if I didn’t have to.

He shuffled off into a corner and returned with his contraband—a huge, shiny green egg nestled into a makeshift nest of old leather and practically radiating heat.

Damn. It was a dragon’s egg.

I didn’t even want to know how this monster of a man had gotten his hands on one of the great rarities of the Magical world. Dragons were on the endangered creatures list—near the top, actually. There was a grand tradition of dragon hunting: spells containing objects such as scales and claws that made anything dragon a hot commodity on the black market. The dragon population on this side of the barrier that kept the Ordinary and Fae worlds separate was tiny and rather inbred. I’d heard that there was a large and healthy dragon population on the other side, but that was all hearsay.

I took a deep breath and counted to ten in Gaelic to quiet my temper. I hated it when people broke the rules. This egg—if it was viable—was going to cause someone a lot of trouble.

And that someone was always me.

Juniper Grove Presents: Black Jack by Rani Manicka

Published August 28, 2013 by administrator

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Mornin’, Creeps… time for another round of twenty questions! I have with me today International Bestselling Author Rani Manicka to tell us a little about herself and her latest Paranormal Fantasy, Black Jack.

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About the Author

Rani ManickaRani Manicka was born in Malaysia and spent her childhood on a long white, beach in the company of natural storytellers. But when she was six, she was stuffed into a uniform and banished to school. In protest, she quickly mastered the art of reading novels during class. Though, she had never dreamed of writing herself, a chance encounter with a woman scorned in an Italian restaurant inspired her first plot.

Her first novel The Rice Mother, Infused with her own Sri Lankan family history, is a vividly imaginative story about the frailties of human nature and the terrible consequences of war. It won a Commonwealth Writers Prize in 2003. Her subsequent novel, Touching Earth is a dark and compelling tale of love, betrayal and addiction. The Japanese Lover, set in Malaya during the Japanese occupation is an absorbing tale of the intense passion between captor and captured. Rani’s books have been translated into 26 languages. She lives with the two great loves of her life; Rick and their beautiful son/dog, Ty.

Rani Manicka’s latest novel BLACK JACK is out NOW.

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Twenty Questions with Rani Manicka

SHR: What made you want to write?

RM: I read a book about a fading author meeting her silver-haired agent for lunch.  The author had fish and I thought, that’s what I want to be doing.

SHR: Favorite author?

RM: Cormac McCarthy

SHR: Favorite book?

RM: The Road

SHR: Favorite movie?

RM: The Matrix

SHR: What’s worse for you: a bad amazon review, or a bad review from a fellow author?

RM: No difference?  Both are only individual opinions.

SHR: When choosing reading material, what factors are important to you?

RM: The author’s voice. 

SHR: Your inspiration – is it from your imagination or from personal experience?

RM: Both.

SHR: If given the opportunity to meet one of your characters in real life, which would it be and why?

RM: Green. I have questions for him.  Big questions.

SHR: Give us your opinion:  Editors – are they friends or enemies?

RM: Definitely friends

SHR: How do you go about researching your stories?

RM: Internet mostly.

SHR: What comes first, the plot, the characters, or the setting?

RM: Usually plot.

SHR: Who is in control when you write, you or your characters?

RM: Me.  My poor characters do what they are told to do.

SHR: What inspires you to write?

RM: Beauty.

SHR: When you write, is it with or without visual/audio stimulation (tv, music, etc.)?

RM: I like listening to songs in languages I cannot understand.  They wash over me and do not interfere with my thinking process.

SHR: If you were told you could never write again, what would you do to fill your time?

RM: Paint.

SHR: What’s the weather like where you are today?

RM: It’s England.  It’s always grey and raining.

SHR: Best monster ever: vampire, werewolf, or zombie?

RM: Vampires but they’re kinda ruined now since they became god like creatures thanks to Stephanie Meyer.

SHR: Tell us how you really feel about the 50 Shades of Gray hype.

RM: Porn with a classy book jacket.

SHR:  Give us one dirty, little secret about yourself.

RM: That would strip it off its status as a secret, wouldn’t it?

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About Black Jack

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At seven she became another missing child statistic. Seven years later her life is a strange, lonely existence. Her memories are not her own and her special powers have been harnessed for the sole use of her owners. To the people who guard her 24 hours a day she is known as Dakota, but they also know she is dangerous, so dangerous that she must never think for herself.

Fourteen-year-old Black dreams of another life. Hidden away in his bedroom with only his mother and a television for stimulation, each day mirrors the last.

When Black is visited by an inter-dimensional being it becomes a pivotal moment. A door to another world opens and changes Blacks life forever. Soon Black is propelled on a collision course with a powerful ancient secret society.

To save mankind, he must play… the Devil’s game…

But what are they really after and how far will they go to get what they want.  With deceit and betrayal all around… JUST WHO CAN HE TRUST?

Rani Manicka is an International best-selling novelist and the author of three previous books. Her works have been translated in 26 languages. Black Jack is her fourth and latest novel. A provocative, unforgettable tale that questions the beliefs that lie at the very heart of humankind.

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COVER REVEAL: Pieces of You

Published April 7, 2013 by administrator

My friend Kharisma Rhayne really is on a roll these days. I keep allowing her to come visit even though she’s really starting to make me look bad with all this stuff she’s doing. No matter. I still like her and enjoy having her around. Her crazy helps keep me from looking to nutty myself.

Today I’m helping her roll out the cover for the first in her Erotic Horror series, In Pieces. So take a look, read the blurb, and get ready to grab it when it hits shelves!

Pieces of You by Kharisma Rhayne


In Pieces – Book 1

Lacee is the perfect upper class mom and wife. She’s active at the schools of her children and is the perfect host with a great husband, at all the social gatherings. Seemingly destined to keep the peace that surrounded her childhood, when her grandparents died, she was left their farm property that was situated by a beautiful river. Though she had her home, it became her retreat.

As vacationers and other random people turn up missing within their city limits, the whole town becomes alarmed about what might be going on in their cozy world. Linc, Lacee’s husband and FBI agent, begins to worry for his own family due to how random the crimes, whatever they turned out to be, were. If someone was killing these people where were they putting the bodies? Who would want to destroy their little town?


Release is scheduled for late June with a full book tour beginning in July. To keep up on Lacee, Linc and the release of Pieces of You, please visit any or all of the following: WebsiteBlogFacebookPieces of YouTwitter



About Kharisma

Years ago, Kharisma traded in snow, ice and tornadoes for sun, heat, sand and mountains. She now lives in beautiful Arizona with her husband, kids & rescue dogs and goats.

Dabbling in writing through Junior High and High School, Kharisma officially got her start writing LGBT, BDSM and erotica. Never one to slow down, she started writing several additional genres including crime, medical, historical and paranormal. Her latest adventure is a dark horror. Her Highlander Mine serial is an unexpected success of which she hopes to have more.

When you pick up one of her books, she wants you to walk away turned on and inspired! Come take a stroll into Kharisma’s worlds of ecstasy, love, adventure and fear.


Winners, Releases, and Confessions

Published September 10, 2012 by administrator

[Large, whining yawn]

Morning, everyone. The last week has been a topsy-turvy mess in this slice of reality, and one we don’t particularly want to discuss right now. There’s some good news, even for a Monday, though.



Our lucky winner gets a copy of Haunted as the grand prize for participation in the backlist blog hop last weekend. Email will be out shortly – please be sure to check for it!


“The Devil is a busy man.”

Lydia St. Clair was seventeen when she made her first deal with The Devil. Now twenty-one years old and a professional bounty hunter, Lydia possesses a unique set of skills that make her valuable to Lucifer’s grand plans. In the four years since that fateful night she has come full-circle, and now her nemesis has come back to collect on that debt.

Unfortunately for Lydia, He has leverage that will leave her questioning her own humanity.

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It’s a little different from what I normally write.  Yes, it has horror elements but this one lives more in the realm of urban fantasy. It’s dark…very dark. And it isn’t a very happy story. It’s intensely personal. This was written entirely for me, and it wasn’t until one of my beta readers told me to do it that I submitted it for publication. It has since sparked an idea for a series, but we won’t get into that yet.

And now for that confession…

I’ve had a few people ask me about this story and where it came from. I may have already told everyone about this, but Devil’s Daughter was written in direct response to my father’s death in April. He was my own personal superhero, and when we lost him, my world fell to pieces. I’m still not dealing well with it. Almost everything reminds me of him. I spend more time than is healthy crying because the stupidest little things trigger it. I lose large chunks of time. Very little filters through my brain that actually stays for extended periods of time.

Truth be told, I don’t really remember writing this story. I just know that when we got back to my mother’s house that Wednesday afternoon, I sat down at the table and put pen to paper. On Sunday afternoon as we left her house for the funeral home, I had a complete first draft in my notebook.

Logically I know there wasn’t anything I could do to save him – years of smoking weakened his lungs to where they couldn’t support him after heart surgery – but by giving Lydia the opportunity to save hers, I found at least a little bit of peace. It’s not the same, but just knowing that I could give someone else a second chance helped.

The story itself is about more than second chances. It’s also about redemption. Doing what’s right isn’t always easy, but doing what’s right isn’t always the right thing to do either. Just because someone is labeled as the “bad guy” doesn’t mean he’s all that bad. Good and bad, at least where Lydia and her fellow characters are concerned, are all matters of opinion. It depends on which side of the argument they’re on.

Read the story…you’ll see what I mean.

Backlist Blog Hop!

Published August 30, 2012 by administrator

Thanks for hopping over!

Let’s talk about fear for a minute… it’s relevant, I promise.

Don’t you like to be scared? Just a little?  You have to admit, there’s a certain thrill to the idea of being totally out of control, or having one of your major faculties taken away from you. It’s why people visit haunted houses – that feeling of helplessness can be attained in a controlled environment. It’s great to have that thrill…so long as you know you’re coming out on the other side without a scratch on you.

But…and go with me on this… what happens when you don’t know if you’re going to make it out? How does it make you feel to think you might end up in that hopeless situation? It doesn’t sound like so much fun anymore, does it?

You have to admit, though, the thrill is still there.

Ask Bobby about that…


When Bobby Gaston walks into a diner and orders a beer with his breakfast, he can’t quite remember why he needs the fortification. While he wants to remember, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know what happened. He strikes up a conversation with the cute little waitress, Sheila, who offers him a ride back to the house on Normandy Road where he claims his ghost-hunter friends are sleeping after a night of exploration in the spooky old mansion.

Only, Bobby knows his friends aren’t just sleeping. He inherited the house from his grandfather, and while his memory is hazy, his unerring knowledge that something evil lurks inside makes him hesitate. But with the spunky and impetuous Sheila by his side, the darkness doesn’t seem so bad… until she leaves him hanging.

Bobby is left with two options: turn tail and run, or face his personal demons while fighting against the evil that waits for him.

Where to get it:

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Or leave me a comment (be sure to include an email address) to win a copy. One lucky winner will receive his or her choice of Amazon or Nook format, shipped directly to the email inbox of choice.

And The Winner Is…

Published March 14, 2012 by administrator

Sadly the winner of last week’s giveaway is someone who has already read the book… but fair is fair, so here he is:

Tally Johnson

I love you, Tally…even if I do pick on you mercilessly at every turn.  Your book will be in your inbox shortly, dear.