Some secrets refuse to stay buried . . . even for twenty-five years.
When tourist Melissa Clark vanishes near Westerly Cove's historic lighthouse, Detective Brooks Harrington expects a routine missing person case. Instead, he's paired with Vivienne Hawthorne, a tea shop owner who claims her family can speak to the dead.
The case mirrors a twenty-five-year-old mystery—teenage Lily Morgan, who disappeared while researching the same lighthouse. Both women were asking dangerous questions about the town's buried secrets.
Vivienne's visions reveal corruption deeper than anyone imagined, but skeptical Brooks believes in evidence, not psychic abilities—until her insights lead him to clues logic couldn't uncover.
Racing against time, they must navigate their growing attraction while confronting enemies determined to keep Westerly Cove's darkest secrets buried forever.
Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband, two daughters, and their three dogs.
In 2012, Heidi turned her passion for reading into a full-fledged literary career, writing over twenty novels, including the acclaimed Forever My Girl.
Heidi's first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Rothe, and opened in theaters on January 19, 2018, and is now available on DVD & Digital.
Whitney Dineen is here to tell us about her contemporary romantic comedy Pity Please, Pity Series #7.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Pity Please
Whitney Dineen
(Pity Series, #7)
Publication date: October 25th 2025
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
She had a foolproof plan. He thought his future was sealed. Neither of them imagined life would take them down a different path …
Allie
I never planned to live in Elk Lake again, but here I am. I was going to get married, have a great family and career, and then I’d get my happily-ever-after stamped on the passport of my life.
But Brett cheated and got his mistress pregnant with quadruplets. Karma was my consolation and believe me when I tell you, I couldn’t have been more satisfied by the outcome.
Just as I was busy with my fresh start, Noah Riley walked back into my life. I’ve always worshipped my best friend’s older brother, but he never noticed me.
Until that one day …
Noah
What coach gets demoted after taking their high school basketball team all the way to third in the state? Me, that’s who.
I could have gotten any other job in Chicago, but my anger and hurt pride caused me to accept a position at my alma mater. That’s right, I’m the new basketball coach of the Elk Lake Crappies. Don’t think the irony is lost on me.
My goal is to make a splash with my new team, and then have my old school beg to hire me back. Of course, I won’t accept until there’s an appropriate amount of groveling, along with a substantial pay raise.
When I moved to Elk Lake, I never expected to run into my sister’s best friend from childhood.
Who knew Allie Rogers would make me reconsider my dream?
Instead of agreeing that I should be the captain of my own ship, my mother laments, “I always thought your life would turn out like one of those delightful romcoms from the nineteen nineties. You know, single girl meets the love of her life in a quirky, yet totally believable way …”
I’m not sure which movie she’s thinking of as I’ve grown up watching them all with her. On repeat.
“Which Julia Roberts character did you envision me being? If it’s Vivian Ward in Pretty Woman, I’ll have to move to LA and become a sex worker first.” My mom pushes out of my arms and stares at me in horror.
Instead of letting the subject drop, I feel a burst of indignant steam start to build. “If you want me to be like Anna Scott in Knotting Hill, I’ll also have to move to LA, but this time I’ll have to figure out how to become a movie star. Then I’ll need to find an abusive boyfriend so I can cheat on him with a bookstore owner in London.” How does she find these to be believable scenarios?
Hurt tinges her voice as she responds, “What about Jules Potter in My Best Friend’s Wedding?”
“She didn’t even wind up with the guy!” I shout.
“How about the Runaway Bride?” This woman is relentless.
“I would have to get engaged three times so I could dump three men before my true love showed up to write an article about my chaotic life,” I remind her.
My mom’s face screws up in an agonizing expression like she’s painfully wracking her brain. “Maybe not a Julia Roberts movie then. What about Sandra Bullock? Her romcoms were more girl-next-door, which is exactly what you are.”
Raising my hand into the air, I start ticking off fingers. “While You Were Sleeping would involve nearly killing someone in a train accident so I could lie to the victim’s family and fall for his brother. In Miss Congeniality, I’d have to be an FBI agent masquerading as Miss New Jersey. Hope Floats would get me that husband and child you so badly want me to have but said husband would have to dump me on national television before running off with my best friend. Do you want me to go on?” I demand.
Confusion riddles my mom’s features resulting in my feeling an unexpected wave of compassion for her. “I don’t want any of that for you. I just want you to have a beautiful and happy ending to your story.”
“My story is a long way from being over, Mom.” I’m not going to tell her that my vision of the future is nothing like what she’s hoping for. As in, I’m pretty sure I’ll never let myself be vulnerable enough to give love a second chance. I know for certain I will never have my own children. Three lost pregnancies are enough for me to take the hint.
My mother inhales deeply before telling me, “I’m not good at leaving things in the hands of fate.”
“No, you’re not. You’re the worst control freak I know, but that doesn’t mean you’ve been appointed God and get to make all the decisions for my life.”
“I don’t want to make all the decisions. I just want you to start living again!”
“I’m enough on my own, Mom. I don’t have to be a wife to have value.” I can tell I’ve hurt her feelings again, but what else can I do? It’s like we’re two different species with zero understanding of how the other works.
With hands on hips, she demands, “What’s your five-year plan?”
“To still be breathing,” I tell her honestly.
“Do you ever want to get back into publishing?”
I offer a brief shrug. “Can’t say.”
“Do you plan on working at Rosemary’s for the rest of your life?”
“Would there be anything wrong with that? Would you not be able to love me anymore if I don’t get the Hollywood ending you’ve always imagined for me?”
My mom’s face turns bright red, which is a sure indicator she’s about to lose her cool. But instead of screaming at me, she merely turns around and strides out of the dining room like she’s on her way to execute a military coup. Napoleon had nothing on this woman.
I take her reaction to my question to mean that her love is dependent on my capitulation to her vision. Well, too freaking bad, Margaret. I’m not going to try to make you happy when I don’t even know what will make me happy.
My phone pings before I can stand up and clear the remnants of my uneaten breakfast. Picking it up, I click on the message notification and read a text from Lorelai.
Lorelai: Noah is driving me crazy! I’ve been asking him to put my navy-blue cashmere sweater in the mail for a week, and he hasn’t done it. Would you mind going over to my parents’ house and sending it? The key is under the mat.
My nervous system responds by causing me to break out into a cold sweat. I do not want to see Noah Riley. To be honest, I hate that he’s moved back to Elk Lake. There is no place in my life for my childhood crush. He’s part of my past and I will not go out of my way to run into him again.
Having said that, Lorelai is my best friend, and she never asks for anything. Shoot! I’m going to have to do it. I’ll just have to make sure to go when Noah isn’t there.
Author Bio:
Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries -- not always in that order.
Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to.
She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.
Gold Medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2017.
Silver medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.
The authors of Toil and Trouble, a romantic horror Halloween anthology are here to tell you about their tales.
There's also a great giveaway.
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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The authors will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
The brew is hot and bubbling over with romance and terror in this twistedly beautiful anthology that welcomes the darkness of horror and the temptation of love's veiled promises. Six remarkable tales from six incredible authors fill this book of dark shadows and ancient whispers.
Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble - by Jennifer Patricia O'Keeffe: Enchanted pastries and spell-brewed coffee make Esmerelda's sugar-dusted counter the city's most coveted haunt—until a dangerously charming newcomer slips into her shop, immune to her magic and unraveling her carefully guarded world. As his witch-hunter heritage threatens to burn her legacy to ash, Esmerelda finds herself torn between the threat of revenge from the witch hunter's ancestors and the intoxicating truth of the connection that they share.
Silverwood - by Lynn Hubbard: A lonely rancher's daughter finds her isolated Wyoming homestead upended when an amber-eyed stranger ignites a mud-splattered passion that defies reason—until his supernatural secret and the vengeful ranch hands hunting her force her to choose between the man who saves her and the monster who might destroy her. Torn between fierce protectors and forbidden desire, she must trust the very darkness that could shatter her world to survive the wild frontier's deadliest threats.
Ivy, Lichens and Wallflowers - by James Ryan: Marketing executive Hilda finds solace from her stifling corporate life and overbearing past in the quiet companionship of Miriam, a mysterious 19th-century marble statue in a city micro-park, only to discover their connection transcends stone when Miriam begins answering her handwritten notes through cryptic poetry left in return. As their forbidden connection deepens into an intoxicating dream-bound romance, Hilda uncovers Miriam's supernatural secret: she's a cursed thaumaturge sustained by stolen life force, forcing Hilda to confront whether love can survive the devastating cost of keeping her alive.
A Mirror to Die For - by Cindy Lewis Smith: A desperate woman finds solace in an antique mirror that whisks her nightly to 1880s Arizona, where a charming outlaw named Johnny Ringo fulfills every fantasy—until her jealous fiancé shatters the glass and vanishes, leaving her trapped in an asylum screaming that he is the real monster, a man who shouldn't exist: Dr. John Henry Holliday, the gambler who killed Ringo a century ago. Now, with "MPR" carved into her cell walls and time itself unraveling, she'll stop at nothing to prove her sanity by proving time travel is real—even if it means unleashing the very darkness that destroyed her.
Flight 1031: Cosmic Turbulence - by Julian Christian: Diplomatic courier Sarah Martinez boards Flight 1031 expecting routine turbulence, not a Halloween dimensional rift that strands her at Germania International Airport—where the Greater German Reich has ruled since 1943 and perfected technology to harvest souls from parallel realities through consciousness-scanning machinery that pulses with seventeen-beat rhythms. Now trapped in a terminal that breathes like a living organism, Sarah must navigate a world where every passenger hides a secret and her resistance could either save her timeline or doom infinite versions of humanity to eternal enslavement in a Reich that spans all dimensions.
Dream a Little Dream - by Jae El Foster: After a near-death car crash rewires her brain, Sarah's nightmares bleed into reality: sugar on the counter forms glyphs, bats appear out of nowhere in broad daylight, and her own hands betray her—while the velvet-eyed stranger from her dreams appears in her waking hours, his urgency growing as Halloween's veil thins. Now, with her reality twisting into something surreal and an ancient language hijacking her voice, she must confront a dark truth: her soul isn't hers to keep, and the man who saved her in death is the very entity hunting her in life.
Read an Excerpt From ‘A Mirror to Die For’ by Cindy Lewis Smith
"May I have a glass of water?" I asked.
I'm just so uncomfortable. These clothes I am wearing are itchy and stained. I have no recollection of purchasing this outfit. It's definitely not mine nor my style. My hair feels gritty and needs to be washed and brushed. Any day now my fiancé John Henry, some people call him Doc, will be bringing me my own clothes and makeup, and a new hair brush too. I know he will. I can't wait to see him. It's been so long.
In fact, I don't know where he could be. The last time I saw him we argued, but that was the way it was for us. I'd forgive him and we would go on as if nothing happened. This chair is uncomfortable. The seat is worn out and the softness of the padding has long gone. I have to keep squirming and readjusting my body just to be able to endure the sitting.
I noticed the clock on the wall directly in front of me. It's one of those large heavy clocks, probably weighing fifty pounds or more. There's a picture of the Eiffel Tower in the face of the clock. The word Paris is written in a pretty script over the tower. I doubt anyone in this place has ever been to Paris. It's on my bucket list. John Henry and I may honeymoon in Paris once we're married, although he's been talking about going back to Georgia instead.
To distract my thoughts in the silence of this morbidly uncomfortable room, I envision the clock falling and crashing to the floor, leaving a giant hole in the wall where the nail would be. I imagine that the glass in the clock has broken into thousands of tiny pieces. Sharp pointy shards of glass are scattered throughout the room, glittering like diamonds on velvet. Aren't they so pretty?
"I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought."
"Go on," he said, "Tell me more about what happened to John Henry"
I love talking about John Henry. My story, it's all true, you know. Every single word. I wouldn't have believed it myself if it didn't happen to me.
I readjusted myself one more time in the chair and continued.
"It all started the day I purchased the mirror," I explained.
"You see, I hadn't slept but maybe four or five restless hours the entire previous week. My life had become mundane and boring. The excitement was gone between me and John Henry. His demeanor had changed. He said it wasn't him, it was me who had changed. But, I knew he was lying."
He never told me any truths. Not anything about his past or what he did when he left me. Sometimes, I felt like he was only using me. Like I was a mysterious link or something between what he used to be and what he wanted to be now. It's hard to explain, it was probably nothing more than my imagination.
John Henry was just so ruggedly handsome, I couldn't help myself, so I forgave him often when we argued. Maybe because of our fighting and torrent relationship, the headaches were coming more and more frequently. And, more intense.
I refused to take the prescription medication I was given. Those pills... those little pink and red pills! NO! No, not those pills again. I couldn't take it anymore. I tossed the prescription bottle into the trash can and grabbed the keys to my car on my way out the door. I heard the door slam behind me and I didn't look back. I was not going to think about John Henry, if only for one day.
"My old Chevy was stuttering and in need of some repairs, but it didn't stop me from driving wherever I wanted to go. And that day, I wanted to go across the border. It was a warm day in late September, with barely a breeze moving through the dry air. I was wearing a big straw hat, the same kind the Chiquita Banana woman wears on the TV commercials, a pair of dark sunglasses and shoes that flipped back and forth on my feet."
I was getting low on gas so I coasted into an old, mostly deserted town in southern Arizona. It was just a few miles or so, maybe thirty or forty minutes across the border. I didn't want to take a chance on stalling out the car. Service stations out there are few and far between. I parked my car on a dust covered side street and strolled to the downtown area of this dusty little town.
Some old-timers were outside sitting on benches that lined the wooden sidewalks of the streets. Their wrinkled cheeks were swollen on one side from a wad of chewing tobacco. A dirty brass spittoon was centered on the sidewalk between them. I could feel them staring at me. You know that kind of stare implying that I didn't belong there, that I'm out of place.
Forbidden love
lights the darkest reaches of space
Welcome to Xanadu.
For its elite customers, a space-based paradise of pleasure. For the slaves who
work there, hell orbiting Earth.
Innocent and
inexperienced, Mariel Linderman sells herself to Xanadu to rescue her farming
family from starvation. Streetwise Rain Delgado accepts assignment as a
Pleasure Rep in lieu of a prison sentence for murder. In a world that strictly
prohibits same-sex relations, the passion that flares between them brings
terrible risks. Their unexpected heart-and-soul connection turns their already
precarious existence into a clandestine struggle for survival.
A Word from Lisabet:
The
Mysteries of Inspiration
My
new novella Free Fall began with an impulse purchase. Just of
fun, I was browsing the website of one of my favorite artists, James Help (https://goonwrite.com).
His strikingly original pre-made covers always impress me, while his
hilariously snarky demo titles often have me laughing out loud. Most of the
time, unfortunately, the genres on which he focuses don’t match my work very
well. On this visit, however, I noticed a cover that really spoke to me. It
featured an evocative image of two beautiful women, one blonde and one
brunette, sitting close together in some sort of a futuristic night club.
I
didn’t have a book for this cover, but the drama and passion lurking in that
image were so strong that I just had to buy it. The JPG file sat, untitled, on
my hard disk for more than a year while I worked on other projects. Finally I
cleared my WIP backlog and started thinking about what to write next. I pulled
up the draft cover and got the same punch-in-the-gut feeling about the women
that I’d experienced when I first saw it. I realized that I had to write their
story—even though, at the start, I had no idea, aside from their obvious mutual
attraction,what that story might be.
Creating
Free Fall was far more difficult that most of my writing projects.
Usually when I begin a book, I have at least a mental outline, with the major
events and the expected ending already established. With this novella, I was
feeling my way, trying to discover just who Rain and Mariel were, why they were
in love, and how they were going to survive. When I sat down to write the first
chapter, it flowed onto the page, desperately erotic. After that, though, I
really had to dig. The fact that this was science fiction made things even
harder; that genre requires a delicate balance between imagination and
plausibility. And sometimes too much thought and calculation can stifle
inspiration.
Now
that the book’s done, I’m pretty happy with it. It captures the sense of danger
I felt when I first saw the cover, as well as the love-and-lust connection
between the two protagonists.
I
only hope my readers agree.
Excerpt (Adult - Explicit):
They don’t speak. They can’t speak, with
their mouths welded together in a feverish kiss. Rain tastes like that
atrocious Martian brandy that’s become so popular. She smells of male sweat and
designer aftershave. Mariel doesn’t care. She runs her hands down along Rain’s
strong back, feeling the muscles shift under the synthetic smoothness of the
other woman’s jumpsuit. Pressing her body against Rain’s, she holds tight as
her lover pins her against the wall. Their breasts mash together, the double
layer of fabric between them slippery and frustrating.
“Damn it!” Rain lets go long enough to grab
Mariel’s zipper and drag it down below the waist. She pushes the one-piece
garment off Mariel’s shoulders, then hones in on her throbbing nipple, sucking
hard.
Mariel gasps as lightning arcs from her
exposed breast to her cunt. Rain rakes her teeth across the sensitive nub of
flesh before transferring her mouth to the opposite nipple. At the same time,
she forces a hand into the crotch of Mariel’s coverall and slides a firm
fingertip over her rigid clit.
The transition from anxiety to desire is
instantaneous. After all, they have no time to waste. Mariel grips Rain’s
shoulders and humps her fingers, deeply embedded now in Mariel’s slick folds. A
climax swells in her depths, gathering power second by second until it launches
as a fiery explosion of pleasure. Her knees buckle but Rain holds her tight,
one arm around her waist while the other hand still plays in Mariel’s pussy.
Those knowing fingers awaken new cataclysms of bliss. Helpless, grateful, Mariel
shudders through another fierce release.
AboutLisabetSarai:
LISABET SARAI
writes
in
many
genres,
but
F/F
fiction
is
one
of
her
favorites.
Her
lesbian
erotica
and romance credits include contributions to
Lambda
Award
winner
Where theGirlsAre (“Rush Hour”), Ippie-winning CarnalMachines (“Her Own
Devices”),Best LesbianRomance2012 (“Clean
Slate”), ForbiddenFruit:StoriesofUnwiseLesbianDesire (“The
First Stone”),
Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 (“The Late Show”)and Lammy-nominated Coming Together:GirlonGirl (“Sundae,
Bloody Sundae”).She has also published a number of standalone
lesbian titles including historical tale By Moonlight and high-spirited
paranormal romance The Witches of Gloucester.
Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors.
She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing. For all the dirt on Lisabet, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com)or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).
Laury A. Egan is here to tell us about Jenny Kidd, thriller - romantic suspense.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Enter a world of glittering facades that cloak sexual
perversion, art forgery & murder
Jenny Kidd
by Laury A. Egan
Genre: Thriller, Romantic Suspense
“A twisted and sinister affaire macabre.”—R.D. Hartwell
While spending autumn in Venice, a young American artist, Jenny Kidd, hopes to
create a portfolio of paintings to launch her career and establish her
independence from her tyrannical father. At the Guggenheim Collection, she
encounters Randi, a colorful British woman, who invites her to a masked ball at
the Palazzo Barbon. There, she meets the seductive Caterina Barbon and her
brother, Sebastiano, who entice Jenny into a world of glittering façades that
cloak sexual perversion, art forgery, and murder. As Jenny struggles between
her attraction to Caterina and her growing awareness that she is in danger,
Jenny discovers an inner strength and spirit worthy of her infamous pirate
ancestor.
“A little gem...a top-notch thriller…Jenny Kidd spins its web as languidly as
an afternoon by the canals. Egan’s descriptions of the food, the art, and the
general atmosphere are as purposeful as they are evocative. Her prose is
full-bodied and elegant, and she makes prosecco and prosciutto as sumptuous as
the work of Titian and Tintoretto. As delicious as Egan’s writing is when it
comes to describing masked balls, four-course lunches, and miniatures painted
in pastels, she also knows how to propel a mean action scene. The last twenty
pages or so are a breathless rush of dark passageways, tense interrogations,
and perfectly executed gore that leave you gasping and satisfied.”
—Jerry L. Wheeler, Out in Print
“A very compelling suspense novel, rife with stunning imagery and shocking plot
beats. An eerie, glittering world.”
—Jennica Dotson, author of “A Reaper’s Folly”
“The plot becomes…dizzying in its twists and turns. Not only does this book
offer a riveting story, but her sentences have a cadence that will carry you
along. Once I had reached the half-way point in the book, I found it impossible
to put it down.”
—Martha Miller, G & L Review
Laury A. Egan is
the author of fifteen books of fiction: Jenny Kidd (revised
edition); Fair Haven; Jack & I; The Black
Leopard’s Kiss & The Writer Remembers; The Psychologist’s
Shadow; The Firefly; Once, Upon an Island; Wave
in D Minor; Doublecrossed; Turnabout; The
Swimmer; The Ungodly Hour; A Bittersweet Tale; Fabulous!
An Opera Buffa; and The Outcast Oracle. Two collections have
been published; Contrary: Stories and a Play and Fog
and Other Stories. Her short fiction and poems have appeared in 90
literary journals and in multiple anthologies. Two full-length poetry
volumes, Snow, Shadow, a Stranger and Beneath the
Lion's Paw, were issued in limited editions, as were two chapbooks, Presence
& Absence and The Sea & Beyond. Laury is also a
fine arts photographer, instructor, and former book designer. She lives on the
northern coast of New Jersey.
The authors of The Ghosts of Border House are here to tell us about their paranormal romances.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Experience centuries of Scottish hospitality—whether you're
breathing or not.
Series Intro:
Border House has stood on the River Tweed since 1100,
witnessing centuries of Scottish history and accumulating many permanent
residents along the way. This ancient fortified manor, once a hunting lodge and
defensive tower, now serves as both a charming hotel and an unintentional
retirement home for spirits who can’t or won’t move on to the next realm.
The house is home to a medieval king, a turncoat scribe, a lonesome English
soldier, two Victorian ladies, one unhappy go-go girl, a Scottish Brewmaster,
and more. Each ghost brings their own quirks, complaints, and centuries-old
drama to daily life at Border House. Whether you’re a living guest checking in
for the weekend or a long-dead resident who’s been here for ages, everyone has
a story to tell.
Welcome to Border House—where checkout time is optional, and some guests have
been extending their stay for centuries.
This series features standalone paranormal romances written by various authors.
Love Lost & Found
The Ghosts of Border House Book 1
by Vanessa Victoria Kilmer
Genre: Paranormal Romance
When a love haunts
every lifetime, you have to grab it and hold on.
In 1566, Thomas Kincaid is murdered at Border House by
agents of the Scottish King. Thinking himself betrayed by his soulmate, Sara
Mae Stuart, Thomas curses her to a life of reincarnation with his dying breath.
When Sara Mae dies of a broken heart, she is reborn again
and again.
After 450 years of reincarnation, Sara Mae returns to Border
House to perform a séance and break her curse. She discovers a host of
unsettled spirits, each harboring their own hidden agendas, and Thomas, lurking
inside her crystal ball.
Can love survive revenge, guilt, and a quirky spiritual
divide?
Fifty-five years of longing, and a love that transcends
death.
After
fifty-five years, Nova Guthrie has returned to Scotland for the annual
Halloween Ball at Border House. Or that is her excuse to return to the home of
her youth and bid farewell to memories of her lost lover.
What
she doesn’t know is that Donnal Stuart still haunts the grand mansion, along
with a few other ghostly characters—one of whom will do everything she can to
keep them apart.
This
story is about true love and secret ghost powers bundled up in a haunting tale
of second chances.
Vanessa Victoria Kilmer
told her first story to an angel who visited her when she was locked in
a dark, medieval attic at the age of four.
She grew up in the Salzburg region of Austria, surrounded by
fortified castles, primal salt mines, and the drama of ancient places.
Her fiction teems with murder, magic, and madness. She
explores the abuse inflicted by those closest to us and the various ways people
deal with the damage.
She currently lives in northern Florida with her daughter,
son-in-law, grandson and two black cats. Between writing novels, she paints,
takes pictures with her white camera named Traitor and embroiders tapestries.
Please visit her website at vanessavictoriakilmer.com and
sign up for her newsletter to get updates on current work in progress and new
release information.
Leah Miles
writes romance and paranormal fiction from her small-town in South Georgia,
where she lives with her husband and cocker spaniel while running an insurance
agency and Airbnb business.
After a dozen years in news production at CNN, Leah Miles
now manages an insurance agency and an Airbnb business in rural Georgia, while
writing romantic suspense and paranormal romance featuring take-charge heroes
and fierce heroines.
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