Tuesday, December 31, 2019

PROMO: Every Minute

Book 1 of Music, Love and Other Miseries
Contemporary Romance
Date Published:  12/31/19
Publisher:  Totally Bound Publishing

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Introverted teacher versus unstoppable violinist. She wants to be alone. He wants her heart. Let the games begin…

After the unexpected death of her musician brother, third-grade teacher Adara buries her grief, avoids all music and vows to exist without attachments. Social solitude works perfectly…until she’s forced to share her classroom with the new music mentor, a man who rattles her carefully constructed cage and sparks emotions she prefers to keep chained.

Always up for a challenge, violinist Garret is a master of patience and persistence, and the minute he meets Adara, he knows what he wants. Her sharp humor and haunted eyes inspire him in a way he’s never felt before. He makes it his mission to chip through her shields and breathe her back to life—no matter how hard she resists.

Even as Adara struggles to keep Garret at a distance with each clash of wills, each smile he coaxes, each kiss he steals, her resistance crumbles. But when the past catches up with them both, they will discover that some promises are meant to be broken…and others are worth risking everything for.


Garret’s full, generous mouth was too close to hers, making her traitorous lips tingle. The stubble on his lean jaw called to her fingers, and she fisted her hands to keep them under control. She’d never wanted to touch something so badly. Not something—him. Garret. But giving in would unlace the cocoon she’d kept so carefully constructed since Joey.

Without warning, he tucked her hair behind her ear. His callused fingertips trailed her jaw and her mouth went dry. Gently, he cupped her chin. “You feel nothing now?”

“Nothing.” Her voice surrendered to him first, nothing more than a breathless whisper. He had to feel her thundering heart vibrate through his fingers.

His eyes flashed, dark and daring. She should duck under his arm and run like snarling hell hounds were chasing her, but her willpower snuffed out. As if sensing her incapacity, he pressed his lips beneath her ear. Her uncooperative eyelids fluttered, the next defense to fail. His stubble scraped her cheek, and that simple hint of rough on smooth shot flames into every cold spot. His breath brushed her ear. “Now?”

His low voice nibbled along every nerve. She couldn’t answer. She wanted to slide her fingers over his jaw then tangle them in his too-long hair, to press against him and fit her body into his until all her broken pieces were forged in his heat and remade. She wanted his arms around her, his mouth on hers and nothing between them but skin.

He eased back and held her gaze. “Nothing?”

The overload of sensations, the longing and hiding and defending all blended into an Adara bomb. If she didn’t do something, she’d erupt. With trembling fingers, she caressed his jaw. The sensation was everything she’d hoped for, bristly and rough, unexpectedly intimate.

Garret sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. When his lashes lifted, his eyes gleamed like obsidian fire. Then his mouth was on hers. He pressed his hard, strong body into hers, trapping her fully against the wall.

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C.J Burright is a native Oregonian and refuses to leave. A member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal special interest chapter, while she has worked for years in a law office, she chooses to avoid writing legal thrillers (for now) and instead invades the world of paranormal romance, fantasy, and contemporary romance. C.J. also has her 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and believes a story isn’t complete without at least one fight scene. Her meager spare time is spent working out, refueling with mochas, gardening, gorging on Assassin’s Creed, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners…always with music. She shares life with her husband, daughter, and a devoted cat herd.

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Monday, December 23, 2019

PROMO: Termination Shock

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Book One of Interstellar Enforcement Agency
Space Opera (Scifi)
Date Published: First of December 2019

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In a galactic meltdown that threatens spacetime itself, the universe needs superheroes.  On offer:  a Spacelander with a slight attitude, an irritating protégée who talks back and vast alien beings who may span the cosmos but who have quite a problem communicating with other species.

The learning curve might be too steep.

Ryler Mallivan’s comfortable life as an upstanding young freighter captain has just imploded.  Avaraks are storming the training ship he is on and the bullets being fired are not blanks.  Interstellar war has broken out and unless he moves fast they will all be as stone dead as the instructor lying at his feet.

But this is one conflict they can never escape. The cause of the trouble is far closer than they know and will bring Mallivan and his ragbag fledgling crew under ferocious attack from all sides.

They are going to need all their wits about them if they are to stay alive. And they have to, because there is nobody else to save all their worlds from a doomsday weapon which is set to obliterate the entire cosmos.

Just how much can one lone spaceship do?


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Sammy was glowering and Mel was looking down at the decking. Neither of them thought I knew how to lead a squad. They were right, but I wasn’t about to tell them so.

 Sammy cleared his throat with a sort of huffing sound. “They’ll send someone else, Rye,” he told me, trying to seem helpful and not denigrating, something he could use some practice at.

 I gestured with my M596 long barrel, making a huge effort not to sigh. “Just aim at the Avaraks, Sammy. Let’s get the job done.” I didn’t have to say the same to Bull Cunningham. He was in his element, eyes shining, carelessly notching up accurate shots at the enemy. Despite being a Terran Flatlander, he was one of those souls born to be a marine. He hadn’t got there yet, but I was pretty sure it wouldn’t take him too long. If I hadn’t had two weeks seniority on him he would have been leading this team now. He would probably have done it better.

 For a moment I considered handing the job over to him, but the small Tyzaran girl clutching at my uniform made me focus. She hadn’t been in our remit, but having found her huddled shaking in a doorway, I knew I had to try to save her. There was no way she should have been here. All the visiting Tyzaran dignitaries had been hastily evacuated twelve hours earlier. She had just leapfrogged to my top priority.

 The sounds of inter-vessel torpedoes hammering old Commorancy continued. The ancient hull plating was shivering with transformed kinetic energy, making it hard to concentrate.

 I kicked Wolseley’s legs out of the way. No man left behind, I thought fiercely. Yeah. Like that had worked out well. Our intrepid leader wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. He was missing most of his torso. I couldn’t have taken the remaining bits of him with us, even if I had wanted to.

 Major Wolseley hadn’t thought much of my insistent suggestion to fall back and regroup. He was old school. Gung-ho and give your all for the ship; what do you think we train you for, and so on. Rewards in heaven, I supposed. I’m a Spacelander too, but I didn’t believe in all that claptrap. He should be proving or disproving it pretty soon, I calculated. He must be hammering at the pearly gates about now. I hoped he found his misplaced stubborn heroism worth it.

 Unfortunately his rigid sticking to the rules had now left those of us remaining in combat with little choice. We could die or we could fight. Half the Avarak intruders had taken advantage of the delay to advance from the port side, trapping us in the corridor between the main engine room and the EM core, and we sure as fitz weren’t going to be retreating anywhere now.

 As for Captain Tevis … I didn’t think we would be seeing him anytime soon in this corridor. Not that I knew him. I knew of him. He’d been responsible for the death of one of my uncles. His specialty was keeping his own head down and persuading others not to. The captain would have more pressing work somewhere else on the ship. Somewhere more protected, my subconscious snarked. I tried not to think about it. Like it or not, I was now the de facto head of this decimated squad. I had better things to do than wonder where Commorancy’s just-give-me-my-decoration captain had got to.

 Mel’s eyes were sidling towards Sammy. She was wondering whether to mutiny or not.

 I cocked the firing mechanism and pointed my gun at her. She rolled her eyes, but at least that brought them back in my direction. She pushed the barrel of her own M487 XRS against her shoulder and squinted down the corridor at the invaders. The sound of her firing was just one more boom amongst the juddering metal which screeched its demise. If we didn’t clear this position soon we were lost. Tears were streaking down her cheeks. I wasn’t sure if they were of rage or fright. It didn’t matter. All she had to do was keep firing. If she didn’t I might shoot her myself.

 I turned to cover our rear. Poor old Commorancy was groaning like a collapsing whale. This ship wasn’t going to last much longer.

 A computer voice suddenly crackled into life over the ship’s loudspeaker system. “Abandon ship. Abandon ship. This is not a drill. Proceed to your nearest exit port and board the shuttles in an orderly fashion.”

 Thanks a lot. Would if we could. I guess the announcement was one step better than ‘we are about to abandon ship leaving the rest of you to die in this old bucket’, which is what our esteemed captain really meant.

 Mel wavered. My back was jammed up against hers. I could feel her gun go quiet as she processed the information. A bullet hit Sammy, who collapsed on the floor.

 I snarled backwards at her. “Keep firing, damn it! Don’t you even think about taking your finger off that trigger!”

 I felt, rather than heard, the gasp of outrage, but my words were effective. She started to return fire again. I squashed the Tyzaran girl between me and Bull. She was half our size. At least we could act as human shields for her. She was cringing at the sounds and the flashes of gunfire, her crest sticking out rigidly from her scalp in panic.

 I tugged at Sammy’s shoulder lapels, dragging and pushing him slightly to one side, where a small doorway gave him a little better cover. I couldn’t spare the time to look at him. I just kept returning their fire. The shuttles in the stern cargo hold might as well have been ten kilometers away. We were not going to get there in time. I was pretty sure our part in this newly born war was just about over. I was pretty sure our part in life was just about over.

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Gillian Andrews is also the author of the award-winning Ammonite Galaxy series, and Kelfor, the Orthomancers.  She is English but lives in Spain, and is passionate about Cosmology.  She likes to write upbeat space opera with strong protagonists and complex aliens.

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Saturday, December 21, 2019

PROMO: Derek Hyde Knows Spooky When He Sees It

Derek Hyde Series, Book 1
Middle-Grade Paranormal
Date Published: 12-21-2019
Publisher: INtense Publications LLC

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Twelve-year-old Derek Hyde isn’t thrilled that the spookiest old mansion in town is about to become the Hyde Funeral Home & Used Coffin Outlet. Especially since he has to live there with his mortician parents, Jack and Formalda.

Of course, being driven in the family hearse to his first day at middle school doesn’t exactly add whipped cream to his broccoli.

As if things couldn't get more horrific, an evil classmate named Nussbaum attacks him in the cafeteria with a plate of beef stroganoff. Seems this kid used to love living in the old mansion himself, but got yanked out after accidentally blowing up his own mom and dad. With his chemistry set. Now his dead parents are stuck as ghosts and Nussbaum is a foster kid stuck on revenge, vowing to get even with Derek’s family for taking over his haunted home.

Derek desperately craves a nice place to live, but a couple of minor details stand in his way—just some blood-curdling apparitions that scare the pants off him and a classmate bent on landing him in his parents’ embalming room. As a client.

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E. Michael Lunsford is the author of an award-winning play, Scary, Scary Night, and a book of wacky kid’s poems, Sometimes I Get My Shoes on Backwards, winner of the Readers’ Favorite International Book Award. His debut novel is the first of the funny Derek Hyde series of spooky middle grade books published by INtense Publications. Michael is also a musician, composer, inventor, entrepreneur and chief cook & bottle washer who works and lives with his wife and love of his life in San Carlos, California.

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Wednesday, December 18, 2019

PROMO: The Thirteenth Guardian

Sci-Fi, Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopian
Date Published: June 2019

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DA VINCI'S SECRET PALES. Michelangelo concealed an explosive truth in his famous Creation of Adam fresco in the Sistine Chapel. Eve did not cause the fall of man. She carried a far more devastating secret for millennia—one that will change the world forever.

As the modern-day world suffers the cataclysmic effects of the “Plagues of Egypt,” Avery Fitzgerald, a statuesque Astrophysics major at Stanford, discovers that she is mysteriously bound to five strangers by an extremely rare condition that foremost medical experts cannot explain. Thrust into extraordinary circumstances, they race against time to stay alive as they are pursued by an age-old adversary and the world around them collapses into annihilation.

Under sacred oath, The Guardians—a far more archaic and enigmatic secret society than the Freemasons, Templars, and the Priory—protect Avery as she embarks on a daring quest that only legends of old have been on before. Avery must come to terms with the shocking realization that the blood of an ancient queen flows through her veins and that the fate of the world now rests on her shoulders.

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K.M. Lewis has lived in multiple countries around the world and speaks several languages. Lewis holds a graduate degree from one of the Universities featured in his book. When he is not writing, Lewis doubles as a management consultant, with clients in just about every continent. He does much of his writing while on long flights and at far-flung airports around the globe. He currently resides on the East Coast of the United States with his family.

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Monday, December 16, 2019

PROMO: Protect the Valley

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Mountain Valley, Book 2
Romance Suspense
Date Published: Oct. 27th, 2019

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Sheriff Beckett Remington is protective of his valley. A psychopathic doctor is tormenting the community in the middle of his election, and Beck's patience is stretched thin. When all evidence points to Beck's new girlfriend his future plans are on the chopping block. Will he be able to keep his calm, cool, and collected demeanor?

            Eve Crawford has one last goal to achieve before she'll feel complete. She’s already achieved her nursing degrees, landed the job of her dreams in the town she grew up in, and bought the home she always wanted. The last thing on her list is to find a good man, one she can spend the rest of her life with. Sheriff Becket Remington fits the bill so perfectly, she just can't trust it. When a doctor from her past shows up in town, fear sends her straight in the arms of the big bad sheriff. Will he be able to uncover the truth and find the doctor in time?


In the exam room, Eve helps me undress the little guy and together we play a game while the other scans a body part looking for any kind of injury. When the boy is undressed except for his undershorts, I hear Eve pull in a breath of shock. “What is it?” I ask with concern as I observe her examining the marker scribbles on Will’s body. “These are not normal.” Eve says with worry clouding her uneasy expression. I chuckle, “No they are not normal. Little boys are suppose to draw on paper not their bodies.”

    Eve look stricken with disgust at my explanation. “You’re wrong, someone put the marks on him for a purpose. They are marks a surgeon puts on a patient before surgery, not marks from a little boy who got a hold of a marker.” She looks puzzled as she runs a hand over the boys curly blonde locks. “I can’t be sure what kind of surgery but the doctor should be able to tell you more.” She says while holding the boy and doing her best to help snap photos of the markings.

    My mind is reeling from her clarification and I wonder what this means and how it is linked to his mother’s death. I can’t stop thinking suicide doesn’t seem like something Nora would do, she loved this little boy. There is no way I will believe she up and committed suicide leaving Will an orphan. There has got to be more to the story and I am eager for Lindsey and her team to understand it.

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Vivian Adler grew up in a small mining community nestled in the Northern Idaho Panhandle with mountainous regions, tall evergreen trees, and an ever-changing river. She left a teen mom and moved to Southeastern Washington. She had a sixteen-year long career as a Lighting Specialist. In 2018, Vivian and her husband took that “deliberate leap in the opposite direction” and moved across the country to Tennessee. With her son grown and out of the nest she dedicates her time to her passion of writing fiction.

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Saturday, December 14, 2019

PROMO: Snardler

The Catalogues of Epicness, Book 1
Young Adult Humor
Date Published: 12/14/2019
Publisher: INtense Publications LLC

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Xavier Crenshaw discovers his life’s calling when he devises an elaborate prank that goes badly wrong. Enlightened by this experience, Xavier creates “snardling,” which is subtly but crucially different from ordinary pranks. For starters, snardlers never get caught. Crisis comes when Xavier and his two partners snardle the whole school, and the wrong person gets blamed. The team falls apart in the aftermath, until a despondent Xavier receives a secret note requesting a snardle of extraordinary proportions to occur at the unveiling of long-dead poet’s secret diary. Despite his careful planning, Xavier wasn’t ready for the terrifying surprise awaiting him, and no one in Penceleton is prepared for what comes next.

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Bearded, sluggish, treacherous, delightfully aromatic-- these are but a few of the adjectives that employers, friends, fans, and law enforcement have used when struggling to describe Houston-based novelist James B. Caruthers. He is a dad, a public-interest attorney, and proud author of his frankly dangerous debut novel Snardler.

James has dreamed of being a writer since the second grade. Now that this has been accomplished, he’s pretty darn full of himself. He loves his kids, loved being a kid, and is crazy about writing for kids. His writing philosophy is simple: never patronize. His snardling philosophy is equally as simple: never get caught.

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Friday, December 13, 2019

Blog Tour: Edj of the Empire: Revenant's Omen

Empire of Ninety-Nine Stars book 2
Science Fiction/Adventure/Space Travel
Date Published: 11/21/2019
Publisher: Chandra Press

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The riveting second installment in the Edj series.

How do you stop an enemy that can see the future?

After the harrowing events of Herrig’s World, Edj is hot on the trail of D’Orneo. His pursuit leads him to Villalba, a world of tropical island paradises where over a hundred thousand luxurious resorts cater to every whim or flight of fancy. Fortunes are won and lost on Villalba twenty-nine hours a day in the casinos that never close. Gambling on anything for anything from cards to shark fights, dice to gladiators; if it can be wagered on, it can be found on Villalba.

Edj arrives to find that the once powerful economy of Villalba has ground to a halt. A new drug, Peek, grants users the ability to see the future. The casino industry is in tatters and the new governor is at wit’s end. Suspecting that D’Orneo is somehow involved, Edj plunges into an investigation. Going undercover as a member of the galaxy’s premier drug cartel, The Revenants, a group of beings who prolong their lives by harvesting body parts, Edj begins to unravel the truth.

What he uncovers has larger implications than anyone could imagine. With his cover blown, his guardian, Sam, neutralized, and his enemies able to see his every move before he makes them, can Edj find a way to stop Peek from becoming a weapon capable of bringing down the Empire?

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What I needed was a straight line right to the top. One way to gain almost instant access to the highest levels of Peek production came to me right away, but it was one that I was loathe to employ, for it would involve aligning myself – and thus the Crystal Throne – with some of the most reviled beings in the galaxy. I spent the rest of that evening trying to come up with any other way to break into the racket. I even considered taking a stealthed flyer and buzzing every island while Sam sniffed for a big stash, but eventually decided that would probably be a waste of time.
By morning I had come to the conclusion that, as much as I didn’t want to, I was going to have to pose as a Revenant.
There are probably people on the far side of the galaxy who have never heard of our Ghouls. To them I say ignorance truly is bliss. The rest of us hold them both in morbid revulsion and mortal fear. This is because they are that quasi-religious cult that believes in gaining immortality through replacing worn-out or inferior body parts with ones taken from living people. Rumored to be spread throughout our own Perseus galactic arm, they’re most active in and around the metals-rich Birmingham globular cluster that is home to my Empire and our nearest neighbors. Culture-grown organs are anathema to them, as are synthetics of any sort. They hold that a person’s life force only grows in natural bodies, and by transplanting organs and body parts they can harvest that mysterious energy and make use of it themselves.
This would be bad enough even if it were all there was to them, but in reality they are much worse, for they claim that this vitae weakens over time, so they are always searching for new ‘donors’. And they are very lax in seeking consent from their suppliers, if you know what I mean.
Anyone who has any dealings with them – and there are a surprising number – can become indebted to them very easily. Merely telling one ‘thank you’ implies that you acknowledge their claim upon you, in their minds. Likewise, they’re quick to latch onto any other minor social convention and twist it into presumed indebtedness. And once they consider someone in their debt, that person has only to wait until the time comes that their payment is due. On that day, only flesh will suffice.
So why, you may ask, do so many people choose to deal with them instead of doing the sensible thing and running away as fast and as far as possible? Well, not everyone in this galaxy is as sensible as that. Some are able to convince themselves that they can partake of the riches that associating with the Revenants can bring them without eventually falling prey to those same masters. For the Ghouls, you see, are the cluster’s acknowledged masters of the interstellar drug trade. They are the ones who can move vast quantities of illegal substances from star to star with impunity, for there are very few who would risk angering them by searching their ships.
Anywhere a Revenant goes he is treated with the utmost courtesy and respect, for again, no one wants to curry their disfavor. And woe upon anyone who tries to overpower one, because that is a sure way to volunteer to donate all of one’s flesh to the Order of the Eternals. They are neither forgiving or easy to defeat. A lot of people swear there’s something truly magical about them, for each individual is protected by a mystical, supposedly vitae-derived shield that, while undetectable by any sensor, protects them from any attack, whether physical or energy based. How this is accomplished is a secret closely guarded by them, of course.
It is by this that they are known, for a Revenant may have any physical appearance. Some are indistinguishable from ordinary humans, while others revel in the grotesqueness of their patchwork nature, but all project an aura of supreme confidence and invulnerability.
Of course, there are some few people in the galaxy who may think to impersonate one for some reason or another; perhaps to intimidate others or to gain the advantage in business dealings. These imposters, however, are few and far between, for two reasons. One is that true Revenants do not hesitate to demonstrate their immunity to weapons of any sort, and the other is that, if a fake lives long enough, the real Revenants will find him and claim his body parts for themselves.
So now you can hopefully understand why I tried to come up with any other way to reach the peak of the Peek pyramid without having to go through the Revenants. I, alone among the trillions of people in the galaxy, can successfully impersonate one without risk of either death or dismemberment, for they are aware of Sam’s existence. Not only that, they know that they can do nothing to me without bringing the wrath of the Emperor himself down upon their whole Order.
To do so, however, I would have to offer the true Revenants a concession for not disowning me, and it is that which I was so hesitant to do. With my flesh denied to them, what else might they claim in payment?

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Mr. Burns is a factory worker who sidelines as a carpenter, computer technician and jack of many trades handyman whose primary interest is hard science-fiction. He has read and loved that genre all his life and has always dreamed of writing books that others would enjoy reading as much as he himself enjoyed those of the great S/F masters. He is very interested in high technology and tries to impart accuracy and plausibility into his work. Other reading and writing interests include fantasy, magic, the paranormal, the Norse runes and nature-centered religions. He lives in northern Mississippi.

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Thursday, December 12, 2019

Blog Tour: Monster on the Moors

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Young Adult Horror, Mystery, Thriller
Date Published: November 15, 2019
Publisher: Top Publications, Ltd

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Bobby Holmes, his cousin Brenda Watson and friends are embroiled in a deadly mystery in the North York Moors of England. An old beggar warns Bobby to stay away, and another stranger appears to be at the center of it all.

Bobby and his mates travel to the seaside town of Whitby, where a puzzling tattoo on the stranger is revealed to mean Wolf Slayer. Their goal, to track him down, leads them to baffling clues: the appearance of a group of gypsies and a librarian attached to Her Majesty’s Government, who is researching a group of super wolves. His research dates as far back as King Edward and his ally, Peter Corbet, who is charged with ridding the country of these beasts.

Searching for his mates, friend Michael gets attacked and captured by the monster, then taken to the witches who control the creature.

Seeking their friend, Bobby and the others locate the gypsies, discover their leader is the beggar who initially warned Bobby, and receives aid and information.  They learn that the mysterious stranger they’ve hunted is a descendent of Corbet, named Alex. Their new friend takes them to the Red Lion Inn for help in finding the cottage of the Witches of Westerdale.

They find it, burn the cottage along with the witches, rescue Michael, and return to the Inn. Here they find the beast, waiting. It is killed by Alex, who then leaves to help another in New Zealand.

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J.M. Kelly has been a middle school teacher, a vice-principal, a principal, a  Co-Director of the New Jersey State History Fair, a consultant for the New Jersey Foundation for Educational Administration, a current Board member of the Global Learning Project (a non-profit) and Past-President of the Morris County Association of Elementary and Middle School Administrators.  He has been the recipient of numerous education awards such as the New Jersey Governor’s Teacher Award, two Geraldine Dodge Foundation Grants, and by acclamation of his school staff, received the New Jersey Principal’s and Supervisor’s Association Principal of the Year Award for Visionary Leadership in 2007. He has authored two professional books:  Student–Centered Teaching for Increased Participation and In Search of Leadership.

The Lost Treasure, available on, is his first novel. His love of mysteries, adventures and everything about Sherlock Holmes, helped in the creation of Bobby Holmes and his cousin Brenda Watson. Jim’s most current novel is a sequel to The Lost Treasure, entitled Monster on the Moors. It involves the same characters in a pulse pounding thriller that takes place in the North York Moors of England. Tommy Ails: Good For What Ails You, also available on Amazon, is a humorous off-beat mystery, and his first novel for adults. 

Jim’s non-fiction book, In Search of Leadership, or Sailing With Roland, (also on Amazon) takes him to the Maine coast and aboard the sailing craft of one of the most preeminent educators of our time, Roland Barth, to discuss educational leadership in particular and the field of education in general. The results are, what Roland in the Foreword calls, “timeless nuggets of wisdom for himself and for the rest of us who would venture aboard a boat and into a schoolhouse.” 

 Jim divides his time between Sea Girt, New Jersey and Sarasota, Florida, with his wife Bronwen. They have three children. 

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PROMO: Life Mapping

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Non Fiction / Personal & Spiritual Development
Release Date: December 12, 2019
Publisher: Keys for Life Publishing

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For 20 years, master mapper and business consultant, Monika K. Moss has dedicated her talents to helping organizations and individuals create powerful road maps to their vision. In this book, Monika shares her Life Mapping process which has helped hundreds of individuals chart a map to their ideal lifestyle, enrich their lives and bring added value to their family, organizations, and community. 

As founder and president of MKM Management Consulting, Monika is committed to partnering with others to make a difference by supporting the transformation of individuals and organizations. A scholar and practitioner, Monika is a regular presenter and trainer at regional and national conferences on issues of organizational development, strategic planning, leadership development, nonprofit management.

Life Mapping has guided Monika in overcoming life’s obstacles and creating a road to success, happiness, and joy.

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My name is Monika Moss-Gransberry.  I started a company over 30 years ago called MKM Management Consulting. My intention was to change the world, one leader, one organization and one community at a time.  I have helped thousands of people around the world to transform their lives, their organizations and their communities. And I owe all of my personal and professional successes to life mapping.  On my life long journey to wholeness, I have used many methods to get there none more important than Life Mapping. I have used Life Mapping to cultivate and act on my purpose and spiritual gifts.  It led me to write the book, Life Mapping: A Journey of Self Discovery and Path Finding.

Life Mapping is a life enhancing system that leads you to start living the life you always dreamed of but never thought possible. I am living my dream and I am happy and I am at peace. And everyday, I get to help others do the same.  But, it wasn’t long ago that I was a struggling single mom, working night and day to make ends meet and challenged by the trauma’s I’d experienced in my life.  As I worked through my personal healing and embraced my purpose using the practice of Life Mapping and the tools to support me, I found myself prospering with a growing business, a beautiful family, having leisure time, being able to travel, and living and working with the love of my life.  I know that Life Mapping and its underlying spiritual practices work.  I am a living example of what you can create for yourself with your own Life Map.

I don’t want it to take you 20 or 30 years to evolve and prosper.  I have created Life Mapping so you can speed up your manifestation process and begin living your ideal lifestyle right now with each decision you make.  And as you create a life that you love living and become your best self, together we can change the world to one that is more loving and humane for all of us.

I am clear that the world is going through a transformation. It is messy and difficult. Things are pretty bad in many places and for millions of people.  We are living in a world of dualities and distractions. Staying focused and working through the traumas, challenges, and obstacles to our vision is even more important if we are going to make a world that is more humane and more suited for us all.  Life Mapping can support you maintaining your focus, keeping moving as the last vestiges of the old regimes wreak havoc on our world in a futile attempt to stay in power.  Life Mapping can help you add your positive energy to that of others by transforming your thinking, your actions and your being. And soon the bright light of our spirits and the love we share in our daily interactions with ourselves and others will overwhelmingly consume the darkness and make our world a place where all people are loved, cared for and the planet is sustained. And for each of us to be a part of the solution, we must do our inner work and transform our own lives. Take the first step and join me in using Life Mapping to transform yourself and create a life you will love living.

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