Thursday, August 11, 2022

Hunted – A Vampwitch Novel by Kathleen Harryman #PNR

Hunted – A Vampwitch Novel
Book One
Kathleen Harryman

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: February 2021
ISBN: 978-1637603239
Word Count: 73988
Cover Artist: Kathleen Harryman

Tagline: Loving a werewolf is complicated. When everyone wants you dead, complicated is easy.

Book Description: 

Secrets can kill you…

For twenty-five years, Alice Quinn, believed she was human. That was until a fire demon killed her mother, and her father walked back into her life. As a vampire, being dead is not an acceptable reason for staying out of Alice’s life. 

Forced to accept her heritage and the dormant power she possesses as half-vampire and witch, Alice becomes submerged into a world of danger, where deadly forces threaten to strip away her humanity.

Stuck with a newfound family that doesn’t understand her. A ghost who doesn’t want to be dead, and a grumpy gnome, sent by her grandfather from Faerieland, to spy on her, life is more than challenging.

Alpha werewolf, Ethan Jefferies, has a choice, bring Alice back from the Ghost Plane or allow her to die. Ethan’s wolf has its own agenda, claiming Alice, he binds them together. But Alice wants more—she wants the man. 


Excerpt Three:

The Jag screeches to a stop and I open my eyes to find a sheep staring at me, paralysed in place. It should be grateful it isn’t sitting in the passenger seat.

“That was fun.” Emily turns, taking in my skin’s green tinge. “Sorry, did I go too fast?”

I blink at her, stunned. Did she go too fast? “No, I always feel as if my gut has left my body and is hitching a ride back to me.”

Emily blinks at my sarcasm. “Your funny.”

“So I’ve been told.” Not that I’m feeling funny, just relieved.

“Come on, I’m starving, and Henry is the best chef ever to grace our tiny planet.”

I open the door and fall onto the concrete. Pleasure floods my system and I now know why the Pope kisses the ground when he gets off a plane.

Emily’s heels hit the concrete, unconcerned, she throws back her blonde hair and inhales.

“You’ll love it at The Blood and Bone, the food is amazing. Henry studied under the careful guidance of Procopio Cutò.”

“Never heard of him,” I mutter, climbing to my feet, and dusting off my jeans.

“Before your time. Procopio Cutò was an Italian chef from Sicily and founded Café Procope in 1686. So you know, Café Procope is the oldest surviving café in Paris.”

“I’ve never been to Paris either.”

“Poor Henry, he has a heathen in his midst.”

“Just because I’ve never been to Paris or heard of what’s his name… Cut-Toe, doesn’t make me uncivilised.”

“You try telling Henry that. And it’s Cutò.”

“Whatever.” Emily throws me one of her gorgeous smiles and I’m betting dead and alive she’s popular with the men.

After the car ride from hell, I’m aware I should dislike her, but I don’t. She has a warmth about her despite her predatory nature, proving the soul doesn’t die when human life ends.

“Come on, time for Henry to meet you.” She throws an arm over my shoulders, steering me towards the sixteenth century pub.

The delicate scent of food engulfs me in its sweet scent. My stomach answers its call regardless of its earlier turmoil.

I’m pleased to announce that the bloody skeletal mouth in which sits a large dripping bone where shadows with long claws hang back waiting, doesn’t put me off. The pub sign commands your attention, leaving you wondering at the food served. But my appetite is growing, and while gruesome and explicit, it does little to calm the rumbling in my stomach.

A quick look at the number of diners tells me we are going to be lucky to get a table. My first stop, however, is to remove the pressure from my bladder.

“Won’t be a sec, I just need to use the bathroom.” I leave Emily to get a table and follow the signs directing me to the ‘Ladies’.

A silhouette of a woman sitting on a throne, wearing a crown signals I’ve reached my destination. Emily is leaning against the far wall as I walk out of the cubicle, making me jump.

“Blimey! Have you ever thought of wearing a bell?” I wave a hand at her puzzled expression. “Never mind.”

“Our tables ready.”

About the Author:

Kathleen Harryman is an award-winning storyteller and poet, living in historically rich city of York, North Yorkshire, England.

Kathleen was first published in 2015, a romantic suspense, The Other Side of the Looking Glass. Since then, she has developed a unique writing style, which readers enjoy, and is now a multi-published author of suspense, romantic suspense, psychological thrillers, historical romance, paranormal romance, and poetry.

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Monday, August 8, 2022

The Authors of Haunted Flint are back with Ghosts and Legends of Genesee and Lapeer Counties

The authors of the Amazon #1 Bestseller Haunted Flint are back with a new book featuring local historical haunted hot spots and urban legends.

Ghosts and Legends of Genesee and Lapeer Counties will be released Monday, August 29, 2022.

In this book history, true crime, and the paranormal intersect

Spooky stories and terrifying tales lurk in dark rural corners and on historic main streets throughout Genesee and Lapeer counties. Hospitals, cemeteries, and historic homes have numerous ghosts attached to them.

Roxanne and Joe dig into the archives in search of secrets buried in history. They uncover dark truths that have led to haunting tales. They often discover stories where history, true crime, and the paranormal intersect. These sinister tales of murder have led to locations full of paranormal activity.

A Clio man’s spirit is thought to still reside in the junkyard office where he was murdered. The incident was billed as the internet’s first murder case and made nationwide headlines as the Instant Message Murder.  

For almost two centuries the Flushing area has been fascinated by tales of the wealthy Brent family whose land is connected to numerous tales of murder, mystery, and ghosts. The land may also have ties to the brutal 1928 murder of 5-year-old Dorothy Schneider.

The Lapeer State Home has ties to unethical medical practices, eugenics, and murder. The land and remaining buildings that once belonged to the home are considered to be extremely haunted.

The counties have numerous urban legends including the Michigan Dogman, black panthers, creepy clowns, crybaby bridge, and Blood Road.

 Meet The Authors at Local Events throughout September and October

Ghosts and Legends of Genesee and Lapeer Counties 
Haunted America Series 
Roxanne Rhoads and Joe Schipani 

Release Date: August 29, 2022 

Book Description: 

Ghost stories and urban legends lurk throughout Genesee and Lapeer counties. 

A Clio man's spirit is thought to still reside in the junkyard office where he was murdered. For almost two centuries, the Flushing area has been fascinated by tales of the wealthy Brent family whose land is connected to numerous tales of murder, mystery, and ghosts. 

In Lapeer County, the Bruce Mansion's unnerving façade hints at the specters inside, and the land and buildings once belonging to the Lapeer State Home are plagued by haunting cries and ghostly activity. 

Join the authors of Haunted Flint, Roxanne Rhoads and Joe Schipani, as they take you on a tour of Genesee and Lapeer counties’ most haunted locations. 


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If you plan to attend the Book Release Party for Ghosts and Legends of Genesee & Lapeer Counties you can pre-order a copy to ensure one is available for you.

You can pick up your copy at the event Friday, September 2 at Totem Books.

Friday, August 5, 2022

Hidden By The Dark by J.C. Moore #Thriller #Horror

Hidden By The Dark 
Pine Creek Thriller 
Book One
J.C. Moore

Genre: Thriller/Horror
Publisher: MissingStarBooks  
Date of Publication: June 8th 22
ISBN: 9798834386896
Number of pages: 225
Word Count:  57000
Cover Artist: J.C. Moore

Tagline: Something terrifying has awakened in the mountains…

Book Description: 

A sheriff and his deputy investigate several brutal murders in a coal mining community where fear and terror have struck. As the investigation continues, they piece together a shocking and terrifying puzzle that leads him to believe that the murders may be the work of a serial killer.

Or is it someone from out of town? Or worse yet, is there something even more sinister?

The murders seem to have no pattern or motive, leaving them struggling to find answers. With time running out, the sheriff must find the killer before he strikes again.

If you are a fan of Dean Koontz, James Rollins, Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child, Stephen King, or Michael Crichton, you will love Hidden By The Dark.

This book is the first in the Pine Creek Thriller series.

About the Author: 

J. C. is a published songwriter, father, husband, IT guy by day - but also moonlights as a professional musician. He reads anything from classics to modern literature and pulp books. He is particularly fond of horror and science fiction. J.C. is a fan of movies and writing that allow for the expression of characters' inner lives, as well as the idea that there are good people in the world who embody qualities such as kindness, empathy and compassion. He resides in upstate NY.

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Monday, July 18, 2022

Her Dark Love by Isra Sravenheart #DarkFantasyRomance

Her Dark Love
Dark Spell Series 
Book 1
Isra Sravenheart 

Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance 
Publisher: Isra Sravenheart
Date of Publication:  May 2018 
ISBN:  978-1739954956   
Number of pages: 312 
Word Count: 57,550
Cover Artist: Get covers.

Tagline: Isra and Everilda are at the tender age of seventeen. Enter in the tall, dark, brooding Jonathan into their world and both witches falling for him? Hell is going to break loose. Darkness is calling. You can't resist it. 

Book Description:

Those drawn to the dark side don't always start out that way. There is always a trigger that sends them into that vile world. It turns out that Lady Isra of the Dark didn't always reside in the shadows. She too, had a light side as you will soon discover.

Isra has come a long way to the prestigious Wingdom's Academy to learn the art of magic. The classes are dull but Isra quickly finds a companion in Everilda. They click instantly striking up a rapport. Isra finds Everilda to be rebellious towards the craft whereas Everilda finds Isra too innocent especially when it comes to romance. Imagine Everilda's shock when she discovers her part-time plaything Jonathan has taken a liking to Isra.

Isra is naïve and inexperienced in love but she sees Jonathan as quite charming and instantly takes a shine to him. “Everilda went out so I was alone, I ran into this handsome stranger named Jonathan. He's kind and gentle. I've never known love before, never mind a love so enchanting as this.”

Little does Isra know that she, Everilda and Jonathan are in an intense love triangle but she is sure to find out as Everilda grows tired of Jonathan's insolence

“Now on a cold, dark night. I witness none other than Jonathan and Everilda together. Oh, how could she do this to me? They've been carrying on behind my back all this time! How can I ever trust either one of them again?”

Amidst all of this, the light bringer Samuel has learned of Isra's tragic plight and sends in his loyal servant Astrid the raven to keep an eye on Isra since Samuel believes Isra's heartbreak is just the ticket to send her tumbling into obscurity. Samuel also brings in in another light being, James, to attempt to keep Isra on the light path. Astrid takes an instant dislike to James. However, James and Astrid's conflict quickly turns into a rivalry. But with Astrid watching Isra can the light get to her in time to stop her from becoming the ultimate dark foe that everyone has proclaimed her to be?

USA Today Best-Selling Author Isra Sravenheart takes us back in time to when Isra and Everilda are at the tender age of seventeen. Enter in the tall, dark, brooding Jonathan into their world and both witches falling for him? Hell is going to break loose. Darkness is calling. You can't resist it. 

Excerpt Chapter 1

On the warmest summer night, sounds could be heard echoing from the forest.

In the midst of the well-kept woods beside some well placed cherry trees was a quaint gray castle where a coven of young witches could be heard chorusing to one another, telling beguiling tales of yet another mysterious and harrowing day that had just ended.

The castle wasn't one you would expect of re-told fabrications from another world. It wasn't a grand palace where you would find queens, kings, and beautiful princesses with long, flowing golden hair! This enchanting establishment housed young witches and warlocks alike, a bountiful place where they could learn and hone in on their most gifted of skills: magic.

This place was owned and managed by a feeble man with silky black hair tumbling down to his neck. He went by the name Magnus Wingdom, and the establishment had been appropriately named Wingdom's Academy of Ancient Magics. It wasn't as much of a school at the moment, as the coven only contained thirteen girls. Yes, just girls. It prevented warlocks and witches from getting frisky with each other. That, among many other things, was forbidden!

Young witches would come here to be trained up in their craft, residing in their own coven quarters after the day’s learning was done. The school only housed up to a few at a time, but the students could leave whenever they pleased unless they were careless with their craft. Then they would be told to leave as soon as was universally possible. The last thing the coven needed was an embarrassment to their well-groomed establishment!

The winds grew violent as night was just in its beginning. A young witch hurriedly pulled her cloak close to her body, feeling the night’s chill upon her skin. She let her hood down gently for a moment to reveal chocolate-brown hair that almost surpassed her back. Her eyes were dominated by that of an emerald green, cleverly blending with the brown hue of her tresses.

Her name was Isra and she was just seventeen. She hadn't long passed her birthday, and now she had come to seek guidance from those who possessed knowledge in the greatest gift of them all. Witchcraft.

Isra had been born a witch. She had known this from her earliest years back when she was able to see those who no longer resided on this earthly plain to more enchanting ideals such as seeing fairies and nature spirits playing in the woods, dazzling her senses as she watched them with vivid curiosity.

She saw worlds beyond any childlike imagination, more than her earthly parents could understand or even encourage. In fact, they did much of the latter. Isra's parents were very grounded, human type people and so she quickly found she did not fit in with their dull world.

It was no trouble to Isra. She knew there had to be something more to this life than one of going to work all day, coming home and arguing with a respective spouse before once again going out to work the next day.

She sought refuge in fantasy, thrilled by entrancing feats where unicorns grazed upon heavenly plains of the greenest grass, delighted by fairies who stared at Isra as she felt gracious to be in their presence. When she felt a need for solitude, she would go down to the ocean where she found mermaids lying across ochre-colored shores, smiling in joy with one another as they combed their hair that glistened brilliantly with the white moonlight.

Alas, Isra was not a child anymore! She couldn't go back to those days even if she wanted to. She was becoming a woman, knowing that life held so many doors for her if only she willed them to open first.

She was here to learn, to excel in her craft. She had already begun basic spells, always having her nose inside the pages of a book, but now she was going to be under the teachings of some of the finest in the land with a hope that she would one day be among them.

About the Author:

Isra is an eccentric author whose heart resides with the dark fantasy but also the paranormal genres. Cats and coffee are her main interests. She's also a pretty badass witch and often envisions new adventures involving dragons, witches, warlocks and really likes villains.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Blood Magick Trilogy by Marie-Hélène Lebeault #YAFantasy

The Blood Mage
Blood Magick Trilogy
Book One
Marie-Hélène Lebeault

Genre: YA Fantasy and Magic
Publisher: Beaches and Trails Publishing
Date of Publication: December 21, 2021
ISBN: 978-1777945541
Number of pages: 178
Word Count: about 60k
Cover Artist: MiblArt

Tagline: Will Tom embrace his new destiny, and can he make it out unscathed?

Book Description: 

A Chosen One YA Fantasy Adventure!

On his sixteenth birthday, Tom is bestowed with strange new magical powers. And when his sister is kidnapped, he discovers he was actually the intended target. Now, a group of villains with terrifying superhuman powers is after him because he might be the Last Blood Mage. 
Will Tom embrace his new destiny, and can he make it out unscathed?

The Blood Mage is the first book in a new YA series, and a spinoff of the fantastical Evers Series. While fans of Lola Evers’ adventures will be especially excited about this new story, new readers do not need to have read the Evers Series to enjoy this book.

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Excerpt Book One

The place was dark and creepy, especially on an overcast winter’s day. It was cold, too. Even so, he almost would have rather stayed outside. He sucked in a deep breath of courage and strode to the massive oak doors and lifted the heavy door knocker.  

The ancient butler who greeted him at the door led him down a dark hall without uttering so much as a word. Tom tried to make conversation but gave up, instead of paying attention to the placards on the doors he passed, offices of the numerous teachers that worked at the school. This school was much larger than The Academy as it offered full-time instruction to students from twelve on up. 

Set in an old castle in Northern Scotland, the exact location unknown, the school was rumored to be invisible to non-magical humans. That is, the fourteenth-century castle appeared as a ruin to passersby, with no road leading up to it to tempt would-be visitors. Should the odd hiker venture near the perimeter, they would instantly feel compelled to go around the building, never actually finding a true path to the summit of the hill. 

The butler eventually stopped in front of a very ordinary-looking door. When the butler started to knock, Tom stopped him. “It’s okay,” he said. “I can take it from here. Thank you.” The butler bowed and left. 

Tom stood a moment, concentrating on his breath to steel himself for this meeting before raising his hand to knock. A sound behind him stopped the downward movement of his hand. When he looked over his shoulder and saw a boy about his age leaning against the wall. The youth was staring right at him, without blinking. His eyes were a startling shade of amber. 

Blood Magick
Blood Magick Trilogy
Book Two
Marie-Hélène Lebeault

Genre: YA Fantasy and Magic
Publisher: Beaches and Trails Publishing
Date of Publication: May 16, 2022
ISBN: 978-1990656102
ASIN: B09Y29L832
Number of pages: 170
Word Count: about 60k
Cover Artist: MiblArt

Tagline: Will Tom embrace his new destiny, and can he make it out unscathed?

Book Description: 

Tom Callaghan’s life has been completely turned upside down. 
In a matter of months, he went from being the boy next door to the Last Blood Mage, and chaos now seems to be at its peak. Between attacks on his home, his family, and his friends, Tom must face the internal war raging inside him: should he remain in the safe and comfortable haven that he now knows with his fellow Travelers at The Academy? Or should he face the unfathomable challenges that await him in a whole new world at the Harding Academy for the Magical Arts? 
In order to defeat The Master, it looks like there is only one path that Tom can take in order to succeed. But will he come out the other side?

Blood Magick is the second book in the Blood Magick Trilogy.

Excerpt Book Two:

The blood on Tom’s hands sizzled and spat like butter in a hot pan. Tom felt the heat collect in his chest as his pounding heart pushed fire through his veins. Power pulsed to the tempo of his beating heart. It was frightening and invigorating. The air around him crackled with energy as though lightening was stored in his chest ready to explode. His senses sharpened.

He could hear the chanting outside. As he looked, the wards shimmered and wavered. The Master stood outside of the gate, his black robes billowing in the winds. His outstretched hands looked as though they were reaching for the gates. Three neat rows of ten disciples behind him mimicked their Master with outstretched arms. Their eyes were closed in concentration and their combined power was beginning to weaken the wards. The wards were failing, Tom feared.

Tom supposed he should have been terrified. After all, Harding Academy had sent Witches to the Callahan residence every day for a week to set and strengthen them, layer by layer. The dark magic The Master and his minions wove was stronger than the wards. They would gain entrance to the house soon enough.

Tom braced himself for a fight. He felt his body tremble. If it was from fear or from the power coursing through him, he couldn’t tell. Perhaps it didn’t matter. He planted his feet firmly and willed himself to calm down. The Warlocks attacking the wards weren’t teenagers. They were fully grown men and women, very likely trained by The Master himself. Each and every one of them was probably stronger than Tom was, in more ways than just brute force. They knew more spells, probably ones he had never heard of. Dark spells no one was supposed to use.

He spun in a slow circle, trying to work out how to set things to protect himself. The second-floor landing gave him a clear view of the front door and entranceway. What if they came through the bedrooms? They may have been minions of a dark Sorcerer, but surely, they could still climb. Tom raced down the hallway, opening every door he could find. They weren’t going to sneak up on him!

He might have thwarted their plans once before, but it was doubtful they were here to kill him. At least, Tom had hoped his powers were still too important to them. It would give him precious moments to fight back as they tried to take him alive. Every part of Tom’s body trembled. The Professor should have been back by now with reinforcements. Was the Master so powerful that he could stop Doors? The thought sent another wave of chills through Tom’s body.

He pulled himself back. He couldn’t afford to be distracted, couldn’t allow himself to panic. Tom looked around the landing for possible weapons or tools. Mirrors, paintings, knick-knacks all received his assessing gaze. He thought that he should have a plan, but none came to mind. He filed away the inventory for future reference. What else did he have?

Professor Montague had taught him a few defensive moves. The truth was, he hadn’t learned nearly enough. Certainly not enough to prepare him for such a confrontation. He mentally ran through the block and shield maneuvers. Taking a deep breath, he prayed that he could hold down the fort until help arrived.

Tom had spent weeks learning to control his emotions, while tamping down his anger so he could focus his Magick. He could hear the Headmaster advising caution in the back of his mind, but this was different. Tom allowed his blood to boil now. His family was at stake.

When his mother was shoved through the Door to safety, he willfully forgot all of that and allowed his blood to boil. Professor Thunderbolt had looked back at Tom and gave him a nod of encouragement. As soon as he stepped through to the relative safety of The Academy, the Door had vanished.

The weight of the Key Tom wore was reassuring. He was a Traveler, after all.

Escaping this place would be as easy as summoning a Door from nothing and vanishing in an instant. But this was his home. His family’s home. His father’s home. Tom would not and could not give it up so easily. Not after everything his family had been put through. He was ready to fight but he needed a plan.
The chanting at the gate grew louder. Under the cadence, Tom heard the gate begin to creak open. He took another deep breath and tried to center himself. Looking out the window, he saw the house wards still held and took some comfort in that. Still, they were not as powerful as the ones at the gate, the ones The Master had already obliterated.

He had a wild thought. If his Blood Magick could be integrated into the wards, would that strengthen them enough to buy him time? Professor Thunderbolt had promised to return with reinforcements, Tom only needed to delay long enough for him to return. Tom was alone. He would never ask a friend to put themselves in harm’s way. The sheer number of robed Warlocks, not the least of which was The Master, made it far too dangerous. Tom felt that he had a chance to put an end to this before anyone else got hurt.

The part of his mind that was not concentrating on the wards raced with questions. How could The Master even see the house? The wards were supposed to hide the house from those not invited. That was what the Witches had promised, were they wrong? Was The Master just that strong, or was there someone at Harding Academy working against them? If so, who? He began going through the roster of people he had met at the new school and, to his horror, realized that he had lost focus and the wards were failing again.

He poured more energy into the wards and felt the house shake as the wards fought to stay put against dark forces. The house moved like it rode an earthquake, doors and windows rattling. Somewhere, glass shattered. The light from Tom’s energy poured into the ley lines from both sides, and it grew painfully bright. Tom’s eyes burned and itched, and a pinpoint of blinding pain exploded in the back of his head, growing to a searing pounding. He was too afraid to look away, lest he lose focus again but just then, the light flared, forcing him to automatically shield his eyes.
* * *

The chanting stopped. For a silent moment, Tom stood in utter darkness. His eyes were so used to the blinding light that no longer existed; they took their time adjusting to the relative gloom. He strained to hear any sounds while waiting to see again. But outside, the Warlocks had gone as silent as a tomb. The hair stood on the back of Tom’s neck and goosebumps chased themselves up and down his arms.

As his eyes found their focus again, the only sounds were the tick-tick-tick of the grandfather clock. He tried to look in every direction at once. There were no sounds. No chanting. Nothing. Tom realized that the eerie silence was more unnerving than the chanting.

Blood Legacy
Blood Magick Trilogy
Book Three
Marie-Hélène Lebeault

Genre: YA Fantasy and Magic
Publisher: Beaches and Trails Publishing
Date of Publication: June 20, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-990656-10-1
Number of pages: 223
Word Count: about 60k
Cover Artist: MiblArt

Tagline: Will Tom finally conquer Blood Magick?

Book Description: 

Will Tom finally conquer Blood Magick?
In the final volume of the Blood Magick Trilogy, the last Blood Mage unravels The Master’s unspeakably evil plan, joins forces with an unlikely ally, and witnesses the bravest act of personal sacrifice in the history of the magical world. 
Join Tom in this epic finale as he battles forces of dark magic in a quest for Good. 
Blood Legacy is the third and final book in the Blood Magick Trilogy.

Excerpt Book Three: (spoiler)

He wiped his hands on his jeans and said those lame words again. “I’m so sorry.” “Jessica told us you were here. We’re glad you came,” said Mrs. Honeywell, her face calm, patient, understanding.

Tom stood, rooted to the spot, unable to speak as tears suddenly sprung to his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, anything that might make things right, but the lump in his throat was choking him.

Tom hadn’t cried. He hadn’t let himself cry because he didn’t feel like he deserved to cry when other people had lost so much. Because of him and his psycho family, these people had lost a daughter. And the world had been robbed of one of the most exceptional human beings who had ever lived. The floodgates had opened now, here of all places, and shame crept up his cheeks before sinking down to his heart to blend with the guilt he already felt. Try as he might, he just couldn’t stop crying. Mrs. Honeywell came into the room and wrapped Tom into a hug.

At first, he just stood there lamely, arms hanging, feeling like such a coward. When Mrs. Honeywell started stroking the back of his hair and whispering, “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re going to be alright,” in soothing tones as she rocked him back and forth in her arms, Tom lost it completely.

Ugly, retched sobs wracked his body and he clung to her. He clung to her because he needed an anchor. He needed a mother, someone to take his side. But then he clung to her because she was Mandy’s mother. These arms had held Mandy. This woman’s kindness had made Mandy into the kind and generous person she had been. Through her, he clung to Mandy.

When his sobs subsided, he held on, because he understood that he too was a proxy for Mandy. He took a deep breath and released the heaviness that had weighed him down. He had come here expecting anger and recriminations. Instead, he had found solace.


About the Author:

Marie-Hélène is a Canadian author. She writes young adult quest and adventure stories rooted in the world of fantasy, magic and time travel. With important coming of age lessons at the core of her writing, young children and new adults alike will revel in the fantastical journeys of her characters. When not immersed in the worlds of magic and mystery, you’ll find Marie-Hélène hiking, cycling, or lying on the beach with a good book. 

To date, Marie-Hélène has published two YA fantasy series, a standalone novel set in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, a short story anthology, and a series of whimsical picture books for children aged 3 to 7. A retired teacher, she lives in Quebec, Canada with her children. 


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Monday, July 11, 2022

The Ghostwriter of New Orleans by Laura Michaud #YAParanormal

The Ghostwriter of New Orleans
Laura Michaud

Genre: YA, YA Paranormal
Publisher: Pelican/Arcadia Publishing
Date of Publication: 3/28/22
ISBN: 978-1455626243
ASIN: 1455626244
Number of pages: 192
Word Count: approx 55k

Cover Artist: Julie Buckner

Tagline: What if fate got it wrong this time?

Book Description: 

When a boy dies and becomes a ghost in his high school, he creates life-changing consequences for the entire student body when he communicates with his girlfriend by underlining passages in her favorite book in the library.  

But he finds that he also has a decision to make–accept his fate or take a dark path back and start a new life?

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How many times have you forgotten to do something small? Shut a window before it rains? Take your phone with you? Do up a button on your shirt? Grab your homework on your way out the door? On the day that seals my fate, I forget to look over my shoulder.

Right before it happens everything is the same. I get the same rush of freedom that I always get in my stomach when I leave the school parking lot, hit the gas, and make a right turn onto St. Charles Avenue. The same line of live oak trees cast their tunnel of shadows over the street. I see their branches moving, so I turn the air conditioning off, roll my windows down, ignore the text messages blowing up my phone, and turn the Jimi Hendrix music (that I only listen to when I am by myself) way up. The sweat starts to pool up around the white collar of my school uniform, but the feeling of the wind across my face is totally worth it. What I do not know is that this is the last time I will ever do it.

I guess if you asked me what I do know for sure in those last moments I would say that I am a pretty fast runner, I am decent at guitar, and that Margot Cramer is the love of my life.

About the Author:

Laura Michaud grew up with her face in a book, so it was natural that she would spend some time in the publishing industry before becoming a children’s librarian and writer. A native of New York and New England, she has called the amazing city of New Orleans home since 2004. The Ghostwriter of New Orleans is her first novel.