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Monday, December 10, 2018

Highlanders for the Holidays! Time Travel Romance.

Happy Holidays! To celebrate the season, I’m offering the first three stories in my 20 book MacLomain series absolutely FREE now through Friday, December 14th, 2018. So if you love sweeping time travel romance and sexy Scottish Highlanders be sure to scoop up your copy at no cost!

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HIGHLAND DEFIANCE- Mildred, a young woman living in New England during the onset of World War II, worries about her family. What is to come? Little does she anticipate change is to come not from war, but from an unexpected trip back in time to medieval Scotland. 

Laird Adlin MacLomain will never forget the moment he lays eyes on her. Mildred redefines the man he thought he was. Her quick wit and perseverance humble his natural arrogance. Her sensuality cripples his defenses. The maddened determination of a rival chieftain threatens their very existence. Caught together in time, they must find a way to evade the mighty MacLeods and keep peace in the Highlands.

HIGHLAND PERSUASION- Iosbail MacLomain will do whatever it takes to bring Laird Alexander Sinclair to his knees. Even if it means she has to travel through time to eleventh century Scotland and manipulate a king into marrying her off to the enemy. What she doesn't anticipate is a bitter rivalry between King Edgar and Alexander Sinclair. It seems the man she just married is by birthright a threat to the throne. Their lives on the line, Alexander and Iosbail are forced to flee across the country. Fraught with risk, adventure and wild, unexpected desire they struggle against overwhelming odds.

HIGHLAND MYSTIC- Alan Stewart loves the lasses. Beautiful all, he's never been one to settle. Until, that is, Caitriona appears. Shy yet alluring, her unexpected and rare gift gains his respect. But Caitriona is not who she seems. Her fate was foreseen long before birth and so important it will impact all future MacLomains. When dreams of Alan begin, she knows the time has come. But how to convince a Highland laird from another century that he must die for her? Especially when it soon becomes apparent that she couldn't bear his death. When their paths cross with Stephen and Arianna of the Broun clan, a powerful prophecy begins to unravel.

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Monday, December 3, 2018

Tis the Season for Magic! Enchanting Yuletide: A Multi-Author Anthology.

Today it's my pleasure to feature Enchanting Yuletide: A Multi-Author Anthology as well as share a poem and recipe from a couple of its authors. So enjoy and Happy Holidays! 

Authors: Jena Baxter, Raven Williams, Ellie Lieberman, Barb Lieberman, Guy Donovan, CK Brewer

Genre: Holiday / Fantasy

Publisher: Pipe and Thimble

Date of Publication: November 15th, 2017


Number of pages: 184

Cover Artist: Raven Williams

Book Description

Six stories of the holiday season, guaranteed to put you in a festive mood. So, grab your hot chocolate and snuggle up to experience the season as you've never done before. After all, tis the Season for Magic!

Meet the Authors

Author Raven Williams shares a Holiday Poem

It’s Christmas

It’s Christmas.
A time of family and joy,
Delights for every girl and boy.

It’s Christmas.
A time to gather around the tree.
The children’s voices filled with glee.

It’s Christmas.
Santa’s come, leaving presents galore.
Wrapping paper strewn across the floor.

It’s Christmas.
The long Solstice night has come to pass.
The morning sun shines brightly through the glass.

It’s Christmas.
A time to spread love and good cheer.
Let’s continue to do so throughout the New Year.

©2018 Raven M Williams

About Raven Williams

A prolific writer, Raven began her career in 2010 with a blog and non-fiction, then moving to fiction in 2014, when she began Elven-Jumper, the first book in the Realm.

Jumper Chronicles. She now has 30 books to her name, spanning the Realm Jumper Chronicles, Raven’s Twisted Classics, and the Demon Stones Saga, as well as her non-fiction, with more planned.

When Raven is not writing, she is creating art in the form of abstract paintings, fractal designs, and jewelry pieces that tie into her stories. She is also a caregiver for a disabled family member and two cats. She physically resides in the Northwest Florida Panhandle, but spends most of her time mentally in her Mystic Realms.

Will you join her?

Sign-up for Raven’s Newsletter here: https://mysticrealmscurioshop.com/newsletter-sign-up

Raven’s Mystic Realms FB Page: https://www.facebook.com/mysticrealmscurioshop/

Author Jena Baxter shares a Holiday Recipe

I love special soaps and toiletries and sugar scrubs are on the top of my list. There are all kinds. Some require special attention, and others are downright easy. I don’t recommend the traditional oil and sugar, unless you want to slip and slide, then spend the day cleaning your tub. I think this one is much better, and the ingredients are easy to find. They make great gifts too.

Homemade Glycerin Soap Sugar Scrub Cubes

Once you have all your ingredients together prepare to work fast.

The first thing you need is a glycerin melt and pour soap base. Most craft stores carry it. Michael’s now carries some great detergent-free bases

You’ll also need a skin friendly oil. Fractionated coconut oil is a great choice and can be found in your supermarket. Sweet almond oil, avocado or olive oil will work well too. Macadamia is wonderful, but not as easy to find.

A SKIN SAFE scent and colorant if you want them. They will be available in the area you find the glycerin soap. Read the label, they MUST be skin safe. Don’t use candle colorant. Choose a nice fragrance for the season. Peppermint, pumpkin, cookies, or gingerbread.

Sugar – Sugar can have large or small grains. For this recipe, I use regular white granulated sugar. For a face soap, I would probably use brown sugar. For a foot soap, I’d use demerara sugar, because the granules are larger.

You will also need a mold. No need to run out and buy one for this recipe however. You can use a silicon mold or ice tray, or a sanitized milk carton cut to size; the box quarts are pretty perfect. Line it with saran wrap. You want the mold to give, so you can push the scrub out once it’s set. If you use the milk carton, you can carefully rip the paper off.

To Make Your Sugar Scrub

½ Cup Oil

Cup Melt and Pour base

Cups plus Sugar

Use drops or a half teaspoon to get the fragrance you want. Be cautious not to use more than necessary because even skin safe fragrance can be harsh on your skin. 1 teaspoon per pound of soap base is the limit.


Have your mold ready before you start and remember to work fast.

Melt your soap base on very low heat. A double boiler is good, or you can microwave it in 30 second pulses. I use 30 seconds to start and stir. If I need more time, I do 15 second pulses. You don’t want it to get too hot, because soap can burn.

When the base is completely melted, pour into a large bowl, add your oil. Mix well.

Add your colorant one drop at a time until you get the shade you want but use as little as possible; too much colorant can stain washcloths. Mix well

Add up to a half teaspoon of fragrance. Mix well.

Add your sugar and mix fast; You don’t want it to harden on you.  You want to pour it as soon as possible. When it’s incorporated pour it into your mold. If it’s too thick, spoon it in and press it down.

Once the soap is set. (I’d give it at least a couple of hours. I leave mine overnight). Carefully remove it from the mold, placing it onto a plate, or anything oil can’t seep through, because there is always some oil that seeps out of the soap. Work gently because the scrub will be crumbly.

Carefully cut it into 1-1 ½ inch squares. If there is a lot of leftover oil, I cover and leave
it, so it can soak some of that up. There will usually be seeping oil.

Your sugar scrub soap is finished and ready to package. You can use cellophane wraps or jars, label it, and add trinkets or bows to the top. Be creative. Just remember to use something the oil can’t seep through. I also place a note on the label telling people to be careful in the shower or tub, because oils can make it slippery.

Instructions: Break off a piece from the cube. Scrub an area until the sugar is gone. Rinse well, and pat dry. It usually takes one or two cubes per shower.

Have fun with it. Once you’ve tried these, I think you’ll be addicted.

WARNING: If someone is allergic to a food product, (Like nuts, avocados, etc.) they will be allergic to the oils produced by that item as well.

About Jena Baxter

A prolific writer, Jena Baxter creates characters with depth and stories filled with action, emotion, and a little bit of romance. She loves building fantastical worlds and cultures.

Living in Northern California with her husband, Jena enjoys soapmaking, her pets, and writer's conferences. She also reads for a screenwriting contest on an annual basis.

Friday, November 30, 2018

Death & Damages Boxed Set- 24 Full Length Novels!

Death and Damages
A Mystery and Thriller Collection
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        Death's Shadow by Dariel Raye and Muffy Wilson          How far would you go to bring your twin's killer to justice?  

Lucky Shores The Long Road Home by Kerry J Donovan
When newly-qualified doctor, Chet Walker, rescues two children from their abusive father, he puts at risk everything he holds dear.

Suicide Blonde by Karen M. Bryson
She's not a police detective, but she played one on television, and now she must solve her sister's murder.

Double Blind by Dan Alatorre
Two detectives hunt a serial killer, but the killer's hunting them.

A Vision A Day Keeps the Killer Away by Kelly Hashway
For psychic P.I. Piper Ashwell, seeing isn't always believing--and she's running out of time to piece together the clues before this kidnapping turns into a murder.

Facing the Past by Alexa Padgett
A childhood tragedy. An unsolved murder. In the quest to rewrite her family's past, Danielle Patterson could lose her future.

Drawing Thin by Patricia Loofbourrow
In a city controlled by the Mob, when the choice is to play by the rules or save a child's life, even a good cop can be pushed too far.

Dismal by Tiana Laveen
The prey becomes the predator when Dr. River Michelet serves a bit of street justice. Welcome to South Bend, Indiana, where the people are nice, the accents are Midwestern, and the killers are the 'boy next door.'

Never Again by Angela Sanders
She fought to leave her past behind her, but for Charlotte, there is no escape.

Double Illusion by Deborah Shlian  
A reporter and the nurse he loves put each piece of a deadly puzzle into place while a terrifying secret waits in the shadows...

Vengeance by John Ling
Maya Raines is a spy who must hunt down the ultimate target: her father's murderer.

Burning Secrets by Jane Blythe
They each had secrets; one of those secrets got them all killed

Grayout by Bill Hargenrader
Sometimes imaginary enemies are the most deadly.

The Scarlet Stiletto by Maggie Carpenter
Manhattan: 1938. A blonde bombshell walks into the office of a private detective. In her hand, a bloody stiletto. Did the mob kill her gangster husband, or did she?

Veiled Conspiracy by JaNese Dixon
He's provoking her killer, one word at a time.

Missing You by Shereen Vedam
A wild hunt is on to find a missing cat and retrieve an ancient stolen jewel.

Beach Traffic by Judith Lucci
A college reunion on the Outer Banks of North Carolina turns deadly when a woman is found murdered and five others are reported missing.

Sharpe Note: Sour Grapes of Wrath by Lisa B. Thomas
You're never too old for a midlife crisis.

Mine by Fiona Quinn
A sleepy town in southwest Virginia wakes up to a nightmare of untimely deaths.

Gone by P. Creeden
With a new job in a small town, Ella thought she could get away from big crime. She was wrong.

The Last File by Siera London
A killer's last move. A detective's last chance.

The Missing by Terry Keys
Someone is out there waiting... watching...

Qualified Immunity by Aime Austin
One thread pulled, everything unravels.

Love Thy Sister by Maria Grazia Swan

Mina Calvi's idyllic life in a California mansion came with a price. And now the grim reaper is here to collect.

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Death and Damages: A Mystery and Thriller Collection 

Publication date: November 27th 2018

Genres: Adult, Mystery, Thriller

Danger lurks around every corner!
Courageous cops, adventurous agents, and daring detectives hunt for the answers to stop crimes by vicious killers.
But what if the damage is already done?
Inside these pages you’ll find 24 adventures full of captivating conundrums, hair-raising homicides, and suspenseful secrets from today’s USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling and award-winning authors.
Become a private investigator yourself. Inspect plots of deadly assassins, cold-blooded killers, and bone-chilling suspense inside the pages of DEATH AND DAMAGES, an enthralling mystery and thriller boxed set.
Fans of Lee Child, James Patterson, Gillian Flynn, Paula Hawkins, and John Grisham will devour these puzzling mysteries and gripping thrillers.
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 Included are stories from several NYT, USA Today, WSJ and Award-Winning Bestselling authors. 

Muffy Wilson and Dariel Raye
Patricia Loofbourrow

Pauline Creeden

John Ling

Alexa Padgett

Siera London
Shereen Vedam
Deborah Shlian
Kelly Hashway
Maggie Carpenter
Tiana Laveen
Angela Sanders
Karen M. Bryson
Aime Austin
Lisa B. Thomas
Fiona Quinn
Kerry J. Donovan
Jane Blythe
Dan Alatorre
Ja’Nese Dixon
Terry Keys
Bill Hargenrader
Judith Lucci
Maria Grazia Swan

Death's Shadow by Dariel Raye and Muffy Wilson

Everyone gets what they deserve. Everybody knows that.   
Hell, it didn’t matter anyway. She was proof. What was a good Catholic college girl doing walking the streets in the wee hours before dawn? She could hardly reconcile the two opposing lifestyles herself.

Brianna was all alone on the barren, black, wet streets. Curiously, she was unafraid to walk the night with the underbelly of society. The longer she followed this path, the more accustomed she became to living in the darkness.

Tonight was likely identical to the night her sister was murdered. She was probably troubled by the same things—haunted by the depths of her own depravity, or at least her own actions, but she was doing what she had to do...for Tatianna. She owed it to her. The click-clack of her heels on the sidewalk announced her approach as she headed…where? Home? That was a laugh. It made her think of the first time—her first time, maybe her sister’s first time—on the streets and in the black flesh pits of San Francisco that served up watered down whiskey, easy women and the finest drug connections money could buy, cheat or steal.

Shrouded in the black lies hidden by the night, she did whatever she needed to do to find out what happened to her sister, even when it meant entertaining the sleaziest the streets had to offer. The rain always had that effect, kept the good ones home while the creeps washed out of every skank black hole. The things she’d done in the name of finding Tatianna’s killer would have sent her careening toward confession immediately after puking her guts out, but there was no time for that.

The police didn’t know and had no more leads. What else could she do? She had to find out. She had to help. At least, she had to try.

But, she got swept away in the trying, caught up in a life she no longer recognized as her own.

Rain pelted the street even harder as she continued along the sidewalk. It was getting harder to remember the differences between her sister’s face and her own. The details of Tatianna’s face seemed to fade more and more as time passed. Sometimes, she felt so lost, it was hard to remember why she was here. It was getting harder and harder…and easier, too. There were nights she couldn’t bear to think about who killed her sister and there were nights she could think of little else. She couldn’t believe the police actually laughed at her. Clearly, they had no intentions of doing anything. She was the only one who cared.

 The line between purpose and obsession became obscure. The fact that she was here proved she’d already crossed it.

For tonight, she avoided eye contact, her way of saying she was closed for business as she headed to her one-bedroom flat.

There was a wild thought afloat that nothing positive ever happens until you hit the very bottom of the abyss. Nothing positive had even begun to happen in her life. Guess she had further to fall, since she clearly had not hit rock bottom. Until then, she entertained herself with the thought of finding her sister’s killer and wiping those mocking grins off the police officers’ faces.


Brianna turned at the sound of a heavy, male voice across the street. Despite the rain, his tone made his intentions clear. She didn’t have to see him up close. Fan-fuckin’-tastic. Another creep. Apparently, she had one more interview to perform before the night ended. No names, no “what do you do for a living”, no talk about wives, lovers, divorces or kids. Those were her rules and if they wanted to fuck her, they did it on her terms and that included answering her questions.

The rhythmic thudding of heavy boots coupled with splashing water snatched her away from her thoughts to face the approaching customer. Sighing, she resigned herself to one more. Clear, simple, no muss no fuss…and no lying or kissing. She didn’t want to kiss the underbelly of society, and she didn’t abide lies well. They could save the lies and facades for someone else – someone who cared enough to keep things pleasant. She reached into her over-shoulder bag and whipped out Tati’s picture, always hoping against hope. Maybe this one would supply a lead.
Vengeance by John Ling

Maya Raines hated the idea of walking into a trap, but she decided to do it anyway. She was dressed in a Muslim robe — long and loose and rustling in the wind. Her face was covered by a veil. She carried a grocery bag as she moved along the sidewalk, being careful not to trip on the pockmarked concrete and scattered rubble. All around her, ominous black flags hung from the shopfronts and soared from the rooftops, declaring the rise of an Islamist caliphate. And just ahead, a roadblock had been set up, manned by jihadi fighters. A modified pickup truck — a technical — was parked on the intersection, with a machine gun mounted on its rear bed. Maya could hear Arabic being spoken in the distance. It sounded harsh and strident; completely different to the gentle melodic rhythm of the Malay language that she was used to. These men were foreign Sunnis. They had come from as far afield as Egypt and Libya, drawn to Malaysia by the promise of killing local Shiites. Maya felt the slow burn of anxiety in her stomach…

Facing the Past by Alexa Padgett

“Hank. Thirteen hours. At dawn, Jonathan, gone for thirteen hours.”

Hank turned toward Nancy, his look hollow. Nothing moved across his face, through his eyes. He tilted his head, marginally interested as she swallowed then gasped for air. Hank closed his eyes. “I can’t see any better in the dark than they can,” he said. “You heard the detective say they brought in the dogs. A helicopter from Fort Worth. It’s a full-scale search, almost everyone in town was out looking till it got too dark.”

A faint hum. Louder, a thwap, thwap overhead, a blinding spotlight. Again.

“They could miss him from up there.”

“We’ve already missed him,” Hank shot back, eyes glinting in the semi-darkness.

Nancy shrank back, away from him.

He lowered his head nearly to his knees. Inhaled, exhaled. “My son.”

Cicadas hummed, pressing their bodies against the house. 

Nothing could hold them together. Not with Jonny missing.

A whippoorwill called. Hank stood there, between the foyer and the living room where Nancy huddled.

“What are we going to do?” she asked him.

Another pass from the helicopter. A dog barking.

Hank hesitated again before seeming to consciously lift his leg to step into the room.

He lay his hand on her shoulder, fingers against her collarbone, his face telling Nancy he was too used up to do more as darkness crowded out the faint porch light.

Death and Damages
A Mystery and Thriller Collection
99 cents
24 Full Length Books ~ One Million Words

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