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Monday, May 31, 2021

The Right Choice

Title: The Right Choice
Series: The Gemstone Sister Series
Author: D. Lilac
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2021
Cover Design: Jena Brignola @grfxdesigner03

One moment in time can change the trajectory of your entire life. At the time, it may feel small, but in retrospect it sent you freefalling.

For me it was a kiss. In the middle of the night, I kissed my husband goodbye and never saw him again. Grief wrapped itself around my heart for over a decade.

They say to expect the unexpected. When a silver fox named Bear Johnson walked into my Friday night yoga class, his simple touches awakened butterflies I hadn't felt in years. I was in unexpected territory. Day in and day out, Bear and I trained together. Our friendship blossomed into love and unraveled the pain of my past.

Bear set his deal on the table and I gladly accepted - no kids.

Except fate didn't want to play a part of our deal. My life gets flipped, turned upside down when I watch two pink lines appear on a pregnancy test. It's been thirty years since Bear has been on diaper duty.

Can Bear cope with our new path in life or will I be pushing the stroller on my own?

D. Lilac writes steamy contemporary adult romance with characters over thirty, facing real life issues. Her books are always set in her beautiful home state of Texas.
Do you believe in insta-love? It exists! D was engaged within six weeks of meeting her husband. After fifteen years they are still in love. Most weekends you’ll find them on their back porch watching hummingbirds while enjoying adult beverages.
In her freetime, D can be found on her Instagram soap box spouting body positivity. Join her newsletter or Facebook group, both called Recipe for Romance where D shares her love of food and naughty books.


Saturday, May 29, 2021

Saturday Sample and Weekend Writing Warriors

For a couple of weeks I'll be sharing excerpts from Rest Thy Head. First a blurb, and then an excerpt.


Running away from a fiancĂ© who betrayed her, Peyton O’Malley finds employment at a beautiful mountain inn called Rest Thy Head. She didn’t expect to live in the haunted room or to fall for the inn’s owner, a fire-scarred, war veteran who uses the inn to hide away from the world. She didn’t expect her sister to show up at Rest Thy Head either, much less her formidable mother.

Now, thanks to the aid of a friendly ghost, Peyton has a shot at true love, and so does her sister Ashley, provided the guys cooperate of course! 

Excerpt: How Peyton came to live in the haunted room at Rest Thy Head

Peyton sat down and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I talked to my mother after our ride this morning. She isn’t...happy with me. In fact, she told me not to come home at all.”

“I’m so sorry.” He gave her shoulder a quick pat.

Peyton pursed her lips. “Well, that’s just Mother. I’m hoping she’ll get over it eventually. I planned to go back to Milford and get a job, but, I don’t want to go home just yet. I know you had a girl to quit this morning, and I wondered if I could interview for her job.”

Patrick thought for a moment. “You’d be working for my brother. Would his face bother you?”

“No, it wouldn’t. It surprised me this morning, but I don’t mind.”

Patrick pursed his lips. “We don’t have a room for you. You’d have to find somewhere to live.”

“How about the maid’s room on the third floor?”

Patrick’s eyebrows shot straight up. “Who told you about that room?”

“One of the maids.”

“I don’t know what to tell you about that.” He ran his hand through his red hair and made it stand straight up. “We’ve had guests stay in the room before, but not for long. People say it’s haunted.”

Peyton burst into laughter.

Friday, May 28, 2021

Knight Light

Knight Light

by Claudia Riess




GENRE:   Mystery






On March 24, 1946, World Chess Champion, Alexander Alekhine, is found dead in his hotel room in Estoril, Portugal.  The cause of death remains mired in controversy when, three-quarters of a century later, a letter of his that could rock the art world is unearthed in a routine home renovation in upstate New York.  The letter is addressed to a person of international repute and offers information about art works looted during the German occupation of Paris.
When the young man in possession of the letter is brutally murdered, his mentor, art history professor Harrison Wheatley and Harrison’s sleuthing partner, art magazine editor Erika Shawn, hurl themselves into the dual mission of tracking down both the killer and the looted art.
The hunt takes the couple to far flung locations, and as the stakes rise along with the murder count, it looks like the denouement will take place far from the comforts of home.






Harrison was at a loss.  “Denise, what is so disturbing to you about this?”


She opened her mouth to answer, then changed her mind.  After a beat, she said, “I’ll tell you what happened next, and you will know for yourself.”


He had no choice.  He nodded and waited for her to continue.


She smoothed her skirt and refolded her hands, as if this would bring order to what was to come.  “The next morning after breakfast—dry rolls and tea without sugar, it was—Ben and I set out for our respective homes.”  Her voice had cracked a bit, and she cleared her throat.   “Ever since the incident at the cinema, Benny was keeping his distance from me.  It was clear he was unsure how to act in my presence.  I wanted us to go back to the way we were, so I turned around and caught up with him.  ‘I’ll walk you home,’ I said.  ‘I’m perfectly capable of walking by myself,’ he said.  I walked with him anyway.  I hardly knew what to say next, and he was of no help, giving me the cold shoulder, so we walked down the street in silence for the entire ten minutes it took us to get to number 110, the address of the Eisenberg gallery and residence.  You should know that the Eisenberg’s apartment, like the Wildenstein’s, was accessible from inside the building.  The apartment was not as grand as theirs, though.  Three rooms, three flights up.”  Madame D paused to take another of her curative deep breaths.


“I will get right to the point,” she said evenly, although Harrison saw her hands briefly unclasp to take up a patch of skirt material and clutch it between her palms.  “The door to the gallery was wide open, but we didn’t need that clue to realize that something terrible had happened.  We could see it through the gallery window.  Ben let out a low grunt, like an animal that had just been wounded, and ran into the building.  I followed after him.


“The floor was strewn with empty frames, like a heap of firewood.  Not a single canvas had been left behind.  I stood dumbly in the center of it as Ben tore around in circles screaming ‘Maman? Papa? Maman? Papa?’ before realizing he was going nowhere and shot out of orbit to head for the back office.  I followed behind in a kind of wide-awake daze, and when I reached the room, I saw first a neat pile of paperwork on a small desk, and then, beside it on the floor, the bodies of two German officers piled together like discarded rag dolls.  Ben was crammed in a corner as if pinned there by an invisible force, his mouth open, screaming without making a sound.  And then, as if suddenly released, he sprang out the door, brushing by me without seeing me, running and stumbling toward the stairwell that led up to the apartment.  I followed him like a sleepwalker, alert to every detail, but viewing it from another dimension of time and space.


“I was standing behind him as he pushed open the door to the apartment, and so my first view of the scene was obstructed.  His was not.  Both his parents were lying face-up on the hardwood floor.  Each had been shot in the middle of the forehead.  Except for the neat bullet holes, their faces were remarkably intact.  The pools of blood, like crimson pillows beneath their heads, were proof enough that their wounds had been fatal, but Ben, dropping to his knees beside his mother’s inert form, refused to believe it, whispering and howling that she wake up.  And still, not a word had passed between us.  What happened next was so unearthly, even more so than the murders, that I did not truly believe it was happening until it was done.”  


Madame D paused a moment before going on, and Harrison felt that if he said a word it would be considered an act of transgression.  “The window in the living room,” she continued—“we were in the living room, you see—went nearly from the floor to the ceiling.  The window was open and the long white curtains—cotton batiste they must have been—were fluttering in the breeze.  Maybe Ben saw them as angel wings, I don’t know.  Maybe he thought he could fly—remember, he believed he could become anything he wanted to be—and that the curtains were heavenly portals or something of the sort.  It’s so painful not to know what he was thinking when he rose to his feet and without a word, without a cry, ran to the window and flew off.  In my mind I hear myself shouting ‘Ben, no!’ just as he is about to jump, so I must have shouted, don’t you think?”  She looked at Harrison, actually wanting him to answer.


Harrison felt keenly aware of what he had just been hearing, yet stunned speechless by it.  Like the young Denise, he reflected. 


“Harry?” she urged.  “Don’t you think I shouted that?”


He must choose his words carefully—no! say what you think!  “Yes, I believe you did,” he said, faltering.  “Probably you did.”  Counterpunching in the forefront of consciousness: What? Two German officers and two Jews killed by the same person?  


“In the end I know it doesn’t matter,” she said, “but I want to believe I said something.”


“How can anyone know how to react in such a situation?” he asked, as the question in his head refused to be gaveled into silence.  “I hardly know how to react in this situation, and I’m a grown-up!”  


She granted him a smile, but her thoughts were elsewhere: “I blame myself, you know,” she said quietly.  “If I had let Ben hold my hand in the theater, or if I had pulled my hand away less forcefully, he might have rushed to me, if even for a parting embrace, and I would have held onto him until that dreadful impulse had melted into a river of tears.”






AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Claudia Riess is a Vassar graduate who's worked in the editorial departments of The New Yorker and Holt, Rinehart and Winston.  She is author of the Art History Mystery Series published by Level Best Books and includes: “Stolen Light,”* “False Light” and “Knight Light.” She is also author of “Semblance of Guilt” and “Love and Other Hazards.”

“Knight Light,” the third novel in her Art History Mystery Series, released February 23, 2021, follows the series amateur sleuths Erika Shawn, art magazine editor and Harrison Wheatley, art history professor, as they tackle the sinister world of art crime that tests both their courage- and love-under-fire.        


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Thursday, May 27, 2021

The Stolen Papyrus

Title: The Stolen Papyrus
Series: The Artifact Guardians #1
Author: Cate M. Turner
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mystery
Release Date: July 16, 2019

It’s every archaeologist’s dream to explore the hidden tombs of Egypt. Unfortunately for Leila Sterling, her dream turns into a nightmare when Xander Harrison, a childhood friend who betrayed her, joins the team.

She came to Egypt to study the ancient past, not to be confronted with her own. Besides Xander’s questionable motives for joining the excavation, she’s also convinced he’s the one responsible for her father’s death. But she can’t prove it. And if she doesn’t want to miss out on the excavation of a lifetime, she’ll have to put her personal feelings aside and work with the annoyingly handsome Englishman.

But as they find clues to the whereabouts of an ancient tomb, secrets start to surface, revealing pieces of a deadly plot against them. Soon, she starts to realize she might have been wrong about Xander. The only way to discover the truth is if she gives up the very secrets her father died to protect.

If she doesn’t…she might share her father’s fate.

The Stolen Papyrus is a gripping mystery, full of suspense and adventure, plus a dash of romance. It would be enjoyed by fans of Elizabeth Peters, Indiana Jones, and The Mummy.

Born in California, Cate M. Turner grew up in Ohio and considers herself a country girl with a heart for adventure. But after graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in German from Wright State University, she relocated to Germany. There she worked as an English tutor and a check-in/boarding agent for various European airlines.

Always an avid reader and with a few novellas under her belt, she began The Stolen Papyrus in college, working on it on and off between research papers and exams. Inspired by her love of travel and history (and the prodding of a friend determined to read the ending), she finally finished after eight years.

When Cate isn't writing or editing, she enjoys baking French macarons, riding her bike around the Lower Rhine, and traveling the world with her husband and two kids.