In case you’re wondering
why we have similar but different last names, Kris Bock is my pen name for
writing adult romantic adventures and mysteries. I write for children under the
name Chris Eboch.
As Kris Bock, I write novels of adventure and romance involving
outdoor adventures and Southwestern landscapes. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among
ancient Southwest ruins. In Counterfeits,
stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town. What We Found is a mystery with strong
romantic elements about a young woman who finds a murder victim in the woods.
Each of the Southwest
Treasure Hunters books stands alone in a series mixing action and adventure
with romance. The Mad Monk’s Treasure
follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged
relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex
clues. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure,
sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a mysterious man track
down his missing uncle.
Sharon Eboch lives in Tempe, Arizona, where she enjoys reading, quilting, and
occasional social activism. Murder on the
West Glacier Trail was inspired by her love of cozy mysteries and her years
living in Juneau, Alaska, with her family and a dog named Bandit (featured in
the book). Originally from Nebraska, she has also lived in Saudi Arabia, San
Francisco, and the Seattle area. She has a PhD in Human Development and the
Family, which she now mostly uses to attempt to understand her two adult
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What do you have in common
with your mother? Physical features, interests, ethics? I’m lucky to have a
mother who is creative, a world traveler, and a bit of a rebel. It’s possible I
inherited some or all of those traits from her.
Kris & Mom, 1970s
We are also both writers.
I came to writing early, with my parents’ support – I’ve been a professional
working writer for twenty years. Mom wrote an occasional article, along with
business documents and a PhD thesis, before turning to fiction after she
retired. As a fan of mysteries, she decided to write her own. She set it in
Juneau, Alaska, where we lived while I was in high school. (I’m not featured in
the book, but our former dog Bandit is.)
Today we both live in the
Southwest – she’s in Arizona and I’m in New Mexico. I write romantic suspense
novels set in this region, including my Southwest Treasure Hunters books. These
are action-packed adventures with a touch of humor, featuring quests for
treasure – whether long-lost, recently hidden, or in human form.
To celebrate this Mother’s
Day, I have a romantic suspense novel available for free, while Mom’s cozy
mystery is on sale for $.99.
“The Dead Man’s Treasure
is fast-paced and a perfect read for the weekend. I highly recommend this one.”
Rebecca Westin is shocked
to learn the grandfather she never knew has left her a bona fide buried
treasure – but only if she can decipher a complex series of clues leading to
it. The hunt would be challenging enough without interference from her
half-siblings, who are determined to find the treasure first and keep it for
Good thing Rebecca has
recruited some help. Sam is determined to show Rebecca that a desert adventure
can be sexy and fun. But there’s a treacherous wildcard in the mix, a man
willing to do anything to get that treasure – and revenge.
Action and romance combine
in this lively Southwestern adventure, complete with riddles the reader is
invited to solve to identify historical and cultural sites around New Mexico.
“I can’t say enough how
much I loved this book! It has
mystery, adventure, danger, romance, and above it all family remains a huge
The Dead Man’s
Treasure is book 2 of the Southwest
Treasure Hunters novels. Each book
features a different hero and heroine, and stands alone with a happy ending.
The first novel, The Mad
Monk’s Treasure, is $.99 or free with Kindle Unlimited. The Mad Monk’s Treasure, “Smart romance with an ‘Indiana Jones’ feel,” has
4.7 out of 5 stars with 50 reviews.
“This is a fast-paced
mystery that keeps you guessing. It has good locale and character
If Kate Foland had known how her bed and breakfast guest would change her life,
she might have left her at the airport.
When Kate’s guest is shot to death while hiking in the Alaskan woods, Kate
feels compelled to investigate. Sandra Allison seemed like a perfectly nice
young woman. So who would want her dead?
Sandra’s archeology work often caused construction delays while Native
artifacts were removed. Did a Juneau builder follow up a threat with a gunshot?
Or was Kate the intended victim, since Sandra was wearing Kate’s coat and walking
her dog? And why is the dog suddenly acting like a scaredy-cat?
“... a fun story with a great sense of local flavor.”
“...hard to put down!”
“Knowledge of the Juneau area was evident, and at least a couple of the recipes
included appear as must tries.”
For Book Quote Wednesday, the word is LUCK. Authors, find LUCK in your book and
Tweet using #BookQW. A short snippet from my Depression/Prohibition novel
BOOTLEG BROADWAY, Book Two of the New York Saga: With a few hours till the joint opened, Billy went behind
the bar, filled his flask, then went outside to lean against the brick wall and
watch the world go by. This entire scene was foreign to him, this workforce who
made their living by day and slept by night. A life he wasn’t cut out for. Bored
with watching that after two minutes, he walked towards the Columbus Circle
subway, passing all the briefcase-toting workaday stiffs in suits. He glanced at
the tired and haggard faces. And these were the lucky ones-they had jobs.
The subway reeked of stale urine, and for the first time in years, he had to
stand and be a straphanger. The train swayed and jolted. The lights dimmed and
blacked out, on and off. He lost his balance several times, bumping into bodies
pressed up against him; he couldn’t have fallen if he’d tried. He mouthed silent
thanks he’d been born with musical talent; he’d go off his nut if he had to live
like this. getBook.at/NewYorkSagaBookTwo
I've appeared on Art Sippo's podcast many times. Dr. Sippo is a fellow of the Aerospace Medical Association, the American College of Preventative Medicine and the American College of Occupational and Environmental Medicine. He is also affiliated with the United States Army Flight Surgeons and The Fellowship of Catholic Scholars. We're both huge UFO buffs; neither he nor I have ever seen one, but my husband did--it flew very low over his car, only a few hundred feet, and without a sound, took off to the north. (He did check his watch, and didn't lose any time!) In this podcast, Dr. Sippo, our mutual friend Tom Johnson, a veteran who wrote the novel THESE ALIEN SKINES about UFOs and had an experience with them in 1977 in the military, joined us. The main topic of our chat was the book UFOs & NUKES: EXTRAORDINARY ENCOUNTERS AT NUCLEAR WEAPONS SITES by Robert Hastings.
On September 27, 2010, CNN live-streamed his UFOs and Nukes press conference in Washington D.C. during which former U.S. Air Force officers described numerous nuclear missiles mysteriously malfunctioning moments after a disc-shaped craft was observed hovering near their underground launch silos. That shocking episode, in March 1967, was merely the tip of the proverbial iceberg. The book explores many more similar incidents. Of course as any conversation goes, we went off on many tangents about the UFO phenomena, including the Roswell incident in 1947, and various reported abductions. Here's the link to the podcast if you'd like to have a listen.
Every once in a while, you read a book that blows you away. My agent asked me to write a blurb for a manuscript she'd asked me to read in 2015, titled DEADLY KISS. The book was released last year, with Black Opal Books. I asked the author Bob Bickford for another copy, since I read so many books. It started coming back to me, bit by bit, as I read each scene...then I remembered how much I enjoyed it. But this time around, it went beyond enjoyment...it was an emotionally gut wrenching experience. I picked up on things I didn't seem to have noticed the first time around. That's why I always recommend re-reading a favorite book, as soon as a year later, or as much as decades later. We get so much more out of it because of what we bring to it. I'd like to share the review I wrote for Amazon:
One kiss, so many shattered lives.
Rural Georgia, 1946: Mike Latta has a difficult, distant relationship with his father Sam. On a rare visit to Mikes island cabin in Canada, Sam uncharacteristically opens up and begins to tell his son about a tragedy of sixty-plus years ago that haunts and scars him to this day. Before he can finish sharing his story, looking out at the water, he dies. Mike goes back home to Georgia to seek the truth behind this long-ago tragedy with only his late fathers sketchy details-a horrific murder of a little black boy for something he didnt even doa kiss that started a string of revenge killings as ghosts linger...spanning the decades between post-WW2 Georgia and present-day Canada, DEADLY KISS takes us on the journeys of people who took grudges to their graves, as Mike makes peace with his father and puts his troubled soul to rest. I read this book twice, and seemed to have gotten a lot more out of it this time. It goes really deep and is very thought-provoking. A great read, and worthy of much success.
My guest is Diana Stout,an award-winning screenwriter, author,
and former English professor, whose writing led her into academic teaching,
then creating a production company. Published in multiple genres, she has
written romances, magazine articles and short stories, is a former magazine and
newspaper columnist, optioned a Hollywood screenplay, and had two short plays
produced in New York city.She’s served
as a judge for various screenwriting, romance, and academic contests. When not
writing and helping other writers, she enjoys reading, watching movies, bird
watching, researching new topics, jigsaw puzzles, and visiting family and
About Grendel’s Mother
century, Grendel’s Mother is the
story of social injustice, where a girl is sacrificed to the dragon for
bringing shame to her family and community and finds herself alive, alone in
the wild, where she discovers special skills that enable her to survive, to
give birth, and to raise a baby—deemed a monster—entirely on her own.
An epic fantasy, this book
was ten years in the making from the first night where I wrote 20 in an hour,
realizing I had a story to its publication. The idea was born out of having
studied Beowulf three different times
in various medieval studies classes and having taught a woman’s studies course
where we analyzed books where women didn’t have a voice. Much research and a
forty-page outline later, I was finally able to finish writing the book shortly
before I created my production company, which is how the book became published.
A very happy birthday to my publisher The Wild Rose Press! It's also Beltane or May Eve (April 30/May 1). Beltane is a Celtic word which means ‘fires of Bel’ (Bel was a Celtic deity). It's a fire festival that celebrates of the coming of summer and the fertility of the coming year. In springtime, at the beginning of the farming calendar, everybody hoped for a fruitful year for families and fields.
Festivities generally involved fire which was thought to cleanse, purify and increase fertility. Cattle were often passed between two fires and the properties of the flame and the smoke were seen to ensure the fertility of the herd. Fire is still the most important element of most Beltane celebrations and there are many traditions associated with it. It is seen to have purifying qualities which cleanse and revitalise. People, leap over the Beltane fire to bring good fortune, fertility (of mind, body and spirit) and happiness through the coming year. The largest Beltane celebrations in the UK are held in Edinburgh. Fires are lit at night and wild festivities carry on until dawn. But all around the UK fires are lit and private celebrations are held amongst covens and groves (groups of Pagans) to mark the start of the summer.
Beltane rituals would often include courting, for example, young men and women collecting blossoms in the woods and lighting fires in the evening. These rituals would often lead to matches and marriages, either immediately in the coming summer or autumn. Today’s Pagans believe that at Beltane the God Bel achieves the strength and maturity to court and become lover to the Goddess.
Although what happens in the fields has lost its significance for most Pagans today, the creation of fertility is still an important issue. Because of its sexual imagery, the tradition of dancing round the maypole is still very popular with modern Pagans. Others see fertility as referring to the need for active and creative lives. We need fertile minds for our work, our families and our interests.
The heroine of my time travel romance DARK BREW, Kylah, is a Druid. Thanks, Cape Cod Times, for a great review!
An excerpt from
Kylah shut Ted’s den door. She
couldn’t bear to look at the spot where he gasped his last breath. His
presence, an imposing force, lingered. So did his scent, a blend of tobacco,
pine aftershave and manly sweat. Each reminder ripped into her heart like a
knife. Especially now with the funeral looming ahead, the eulogies, the
mournful organ hymns, the tolling bells . . .
These ceremonies should bring
closure, but they’d only prolong the agony of her grief. She wanted to remember
him alive for a while longer, wishing she could delay these morbid customs
until the hurt subsided.
Throughout the house, his essence
echoed his personality: the wine stain on the carpet, the heap of dirty shirts,
shorts and socks piled up in the laundry room, the spattered stove, his
fingerprints on the microwave. But she couldn’t bring herself to clean any of
it up. Painful as these remnants were, they offered a strange comfort. He still
“I’ll find that murderer, Teddy,”
she promised him over and over, wandering from room to empty room, traces of
him lurking in every corner. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure
justice is served. Another past life regression isn’t enough anymore. I know
what I have to do now. And I promise, it will never, ever happen again—in any
She inhaled deeply and breathed him
in. “Go take a shower, Teddy.” She chuckled through her tears as the doorbell
rang. She cringed, breaking out in cold sweat when she saw the black sedan at
“Not again.” No sense in hiding, so
she let the detectives in.
“Mrs. McKinley, we need your
permission to do a search and take some of your husband’s possessions from the
house,” Nolan said.
“What for?” She met his steely
stare. “I looked everywhere and found nothing.”
“Mrs. McKinley, the cupboard door
was open, four jars of herbs are missing, and the autopsy showed he died of
herb poisoning. Those herbs,” Nolan
added for emphasis, as if it had slipped her feeble mind. “Foxglove, mandrake,
hemlock—and an as-yet unidentified one,” he read from a notebook. “The M.E.
determined it was a lethal dose.”
Holmes got nothin’ on him, she thought.
“Where’s this cupboard, ma’am?”
Egan spoke up.
“Right there.” She pointed, its
door gaping exactly the way she’d found it that night. Nolan went over to it
and peered inside.
“Ma’am, it would be better if you
left the house for a half hour or so. Please leave a number where you can be
reached,” Egan ordered.
Nolan glanced down the hall. “Where
is your bedroom?”
What could they want in the
bedroom? “It’s at the top of the stairs on the right. But we didn’t sleep
together,” she offered, as if that would faze them. It didn’t.
After giving him her cell number,
she got into her car and drove to the beach.
An hour later, she let herself back
in and looked around. They’d taken the computer, her case of CDs, her thumb
drive, her remaining herb jars, Ted’s notebooks, and left her alone with one
horrible fact: This was now a homicide case and she was the prime
My guest, Diana Stout, MFA,
Ph.D. is an award-winning screenwriter, author, and former English professor,
whose writing led her into academic teaching, then creating a production
company. Published in multiple genres, she has written romances, magazine
articles and short stories, is a former magazine and newspaper columnist,
optioned a Hollywood screenplay, and had two short plays produced in New York
city.She’s served as a judge for
various screenwriting, romance, and academic contests. When not writing and
helping other writers, she enjoys reading, watching movies, bird watching,
researching new topics, jigsaw puzzles, and visiting family and friends.
Diana's epic fantasy GRENDEL'S MOTHER is on sale at Amazon. I will feature her and GRENDEL'S MOTHER here on May 2. Stay tuned!
The Super Simple Easy Basic Cookbook
A cookbook for those who love
to cook, those who don’t, for beginners, and for experienced cooks looking for
something different. Super foods, simple steps, easy to fix, and basic
ingredients. The key to using this cookbook is to take my recipes and make
adjustments suited for your use. Think of this cookbook as a starter or base to
build upon, and then have fun with it!
My experience with cooking: I
wanted to eat, didn’t want to spend hours preparing a meal that would take ten
minutes to eat. I preferred easy to fix with simple ingredients. Then I
discovered I was highly allergic to onions, which gave me three-day migraines
and were pervasive in everything! No
more processed foods. Today, I still want easy-to-fix foods. I’d rather be
writing than cooking.
This book began when I
started putting recipes into a notebook with dividers, wanting one place for
all my go-to special and favorite recipes. Over time, the notebook began
filling up. Around 2007, I typed them into a standard format, thinking one day
I could print them up for my two girls. When I formed my production company in
2015, I realized she could publish the book myself and three years later, since
it was my next product closest to being finished, I made the publication
A few of my most favorite
recipes are: Butterbeer, a recent addition; Zucchini Bread; Diana’s Crustless
Quiche; Byron’s Favorite Chocolate Cherry Cake; Pralines, which were replicated
after tasting those sold in Savannah; Diana’s Easy Lobster/Crab/Fish Bisque,
and Diana’s Simple Cheesy Vegetable Soup.
Legal nurse consultant, victim advocate, sexual assault nurse
examiner Kat Henry Doranand her alter
ego, Veronica Lynch, has been there and done that—many times over. She often
travels to the wilds of Northern New York State, witnessing the wonders of
mother nature at her best. From the shores of Lake Ontario and the Saint
Lawrence River to the historic Adirondack and Catskill Mountains, she creates
stories featuring strong women and the men who love them.
writing, she can be found lashed to one of her sewing machines—or chauffeuring
the four brightest stars in her life: Meredith and Ashlin, Owen and Kieran.
About VENGEANCE IS MINE
Ever think about going back to study
hall to face down the school bully?
jocks who made your life a pure misery?
Horvath, gypsy orphan turned Pulitzer Prize winning photo-journalist; Rafe
Archangeli, Scourge of Summerville who now heads a multi-million dollar trust;
and Fiona “Fat Aggie” Thorpe who recreated herself into an A-list model with
her own A-list agency, the opportunity to exact revenge is too good to pass up.
Will they find the vengeance they
“Tough way to
find out about the other woman.”
hell,” Dru groused. “The assistant was some young stud from Tommy's gym with abs
to die for.”
With that. she
side-stepped him and reached for the knob on the bathroom door.
Fast on his
feet, Rory's counter move brought them nose to nose. “Play much poker,
“I don't know
what you mean.”
started trash talking the cheating ex-husband, your face lit up like the Fourth
of July. That tells me you've got something stashed in the tote. Until you let
me look inside, it stays out here.”
canvas tote to her chest, she sneered, “The only thing in here is my outfit for
tonight's event. If you think I'd go naked, one of us is a couple fries short
of a happy meal.”
came in the form of another gimme motion with those thick, blunt fingers. “How
about I close my eyes if I encounter any lacy unmentionables?”
She knew the
instant he found the back-up phone. The screw-you look morphed into a smirk.
“It's not smart to mess with Homeland Security, sweetie. Those guys eat small
rodents for breakfast.”
An Interview with Kat
You, the Author
What kind of books do you love to read? Why?
I like and appreciate the mystery/thrillers by John
Sanford, John R. Maxim, David Wiltse and Vince Flynn. I love characters who
make me laugh and make me think about things.
What type of music do you enjoy?
I am a sixties and seventies girl all the way: the
Mamas and the Papas, the Bee Gees, the Four Seasons, Sergio Mendez and Brazil
'66; anything by George Gershwin and Roy Orbison; Peter Paul & Mary and
Carly Simon. Johnny Mathis songs still make me smile.
What is your favorite food? What comfort food do you
seek when you need it?
Everything that's not good for me: pasta, pizza,
Chinese take out and . . . iced coffee, two creams and three Splendas via IV
Describe yourself in one word.
What is the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?
I drove by myself to Maine to attend a writers' retreat.
Doesn't sound like much but it was 1,000 miles, by myself in a vehicle which
could be generously described as a rust bucket. On the way home, I hit every
outlet mall along the Maine coast and ran the numbers off my credit cards. It
When did you
write your first book? How long did it take you to write it?
In the early to mid 1980's; it was complete and utter
dreck. It probably took months. Contest judges were so kind and generous in
their comments and I'm sure they were horrified at some of my topics or some of
the stupid situations I put my characters in.
Did you encounter any obstacles in writing?
There are people out there who are so fearful of
others, they'll go to any lengths to sabotage the competition. A few of those
saboteurs were members of the first writer's group I joined. I never was afraid
to bring 3-5 pages to critique sessions because I wanted to learn. The response
was really quite cruel, particularly when I included medical or legal information in the pages. It
wasn't only me they tore down; they were
equal opportunity when it came to choosing victims. Many [victims] never
returned to the group.
How did you overcome them?
I'd come home from meetings,
close to tears and quite frustrated. My husband asked, more than once, “Why do
you put up with it?” My response was “because I want to write.” I kept going
back and eventually the 'mean girls' went in different directions. I don't know
where but I do know I'm published and have received a couple awards. I often
speak at conferences and retreats. So who won?
What kind of books do you love to write?
Contemporary romances which usually feature women who,
in some way, shape or form, advocate for the less thans in our society. There's
usually a lot of humor which comes out of my fingertips onto the keyboard
without my control. The male characters more often than not are associated with
the criminal justice system. I don't care to write male doctors as leads but I
have done a couple female physicians. And nurses. There's always a few
smart-mouthed suppository pushers in the group.
For more years than I care to count, I worked as an
advocate for victims of sexual violence. Later, I turned my unfulfilled Nancy
Drew fantasies into investigating allegations of medical malpractice. That can
get kind of dicey when a ego-driven surgeon decides he doesn't like a woman
asking them questions about how their decision making process.I liked
those jobs; liked doing them. I learned something new each day.
I loathe lazy, take the easy way out medical or
nursing providers as much as I loathe those in power positions who abuse that
power over helpless victims. Writing about injustice, whether it's in the
medical arena, a court of law or a police interrogation room, fills the need to
help those who have no one to stand for them.
How do you write? Do your characters come to you first
or the plot or the world of the story?
My first novel, Try Just Once More began with a line
from a song by Blood Sweat and Tears. The idea for my second novel came as I
was traveling to a med-mal investigation and drove past a State Trooper
sub-station with one car in the parking lot. [This was waaayyyy out in the
boonies of Central New York, as rural as it gets]. The thought came: what
happens when some hotshot detective is transferred from the big city and all
its action to the butt-end of the earth? How does he cope with the
ego-deflation, the injustice of it all? That novel is titled Captain Marvelous.
How do you go on from there?
I now do a lot of research, particularly for the
setting and the hobbies of the lead characters.I believe, strongly,
that the setting should be treated as one of the characters. I also believe
what a character likes to do for fun and relaxation is important to have in a
book and deserves more than a simple nod.
Maybe you can give us an example with one of your
In 2016 I became involved with an anthology written by
the Maine Romance authors, Welcome to Serenity Harbor. The hero, a licensed
contractor, helps his widowed mother run the family landscaping business. For
fun he plays hockey. That meant I needed to do a lot of research on hockey and
the men who play it--no huge trial there. It also meant I needed to interview a
local contractor to learn about things like 'walking the roof'. Then it came to
learning which plants thrive in the Down-East coast of Maine and which don't
stand a chance in Hades of surviving. All in all, it was a lot of fun. If
something isn't fun, I'm not interested.
What books can you recommend to aspiring writers to
improve on style, character development, plot, structure, dialogue, etc?
I recently came upon two self editing books: Revision and Self-Editing by James Scott Bell
and Fire Up Your Fiction by Jodie Renner. Both are excellent and, as I found
out, available at the public library. My absolute personal fave is Goal,
Motivation and Conflict by Debra Dixon. That one is pure gold.
What is your advice to aspiring writers?
Don't give up. Keep trying. Keep learning. Take a leap
and try a different genre from what others tell you to write; write what you
love. If one person says something is stupid or wrong or idiotic, okay. If two
people say the same thing, consider it. If three or more say it, it's time to
look it what you've written and consider changing things.
What genre(s) do you write?
Contemporary romance, occasionally with some romantic
suspense or romantic mystery thrown in.
Why do you write the stories that you write?
That's what I love to read.
Where do you
get your ideas?
Newspaper reports, nightly news spots, and
occasionally I see something on the
Internet that deserves attention.
Do you jot them down in a notebook, in case you
forgot? Absolutely. I suffer from a
romping case of CRS Syndrome and cannot trust my memory. I think I have spent
enough money to own stock in Post-It notes.
Angela M. Rosati (nee Russo) was born (8/22/29) in Long Island City, NY and grew up in Astoria, NY. That's just across the East River from Manhattan. "I worked in my father’s Italian Dairy business for years. I worked hard and read a lot. I loved going to the Broadway Shows, Metropolitan Opera and the New York City Opera. I purchased my first computer when I was 70 yo, or something like that. I began writing because my family was sick of hearing my historical/hysterical family stories. Later I took an online writing course; I was a 76 yo college girl! I don't want to be rich and famous; I just want to be rich, rich, rich."
Angela and I have been dear friends for over 20 years when we met through CompuServe's Italian Forum. She's the daughter of Italian immigrants and writes delightful, sweet romance novels with her unique touch of wit. Angela calls on her life experiences for her books, which is why they are so authentic--they read like true memoirs rather than fiction.
She told me one of her many engaging stories the other day, and graciously allowed me to repeat it here.
"Maybe, this one will cheer you up...and I should include it in one of my books. I was 10 yrs. old and was going to make my First Holy Communion. (how do you like for formality!) The tough head nun told us girls we had to buy our missals, rosaries and VEILS from the church. The veils looked like the netting mothers used to put on the carriages to protect the sleeping babies from flies. I told my mother but she had already bought white satin for my dress (pattern Snow White) and my veil. The veil was the frilliest thing you could imagine. I, stupidly, went to the tough nun and told her my mother's actions. She asked me to describe the veil and I eagerly described it. (Any bride would have been happy to wear it.) When the nun heard, her lips thinned out and she told me to bring my mother in to see her. My mother, less than five feet tall, feared no living or dead human being. She was afraid of mice; that's all. Nancy, (mamma) and I went to see the nun; who asked about the veil. My mother, in church, facing the nun and said in her broken English, "Oh, is veddy plain, notting. I veddy poor. My Comara give to me." At the time, I was shorter than mamma and looking up at her, LYING in CHURCH to the NUN, face to face, her hands moving as Italians do. The nun, no fool and a daughter of Abruzzese knew my mother was lying. I saw smoke coming out of her ears. Her lips completely disappeared. She was beaten. On Communion Day, I was the only girl in a beautiful veil. The nun looked at me and I knew she wanted to not only kill me but my mother, too. Ha, she could have tried but Nancy would have floored her. And all the other girls in their raggy veils were jealous, even the rich ones."
My guest Lynn Crain has an anthology out, Mystic Realms…and her own
bookAvenging Aingeal, Book 1 of the
Protectors of the Earth series, which is also in the Mystic Realms anthology.
Award-winning author Lynn writes full-time, weaving contemporary,
fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales, tame to erotic. Her home is in the
desert southwest with her husband of 32 years. Readers can find her at email@example.com or her website at http://www.lynncrain.com.
About the Mystic Realms books:
What goes bump in the night? What causes you a fright? While the
answers for each may vary, I promise that these stories will not leave you
From vampires and demons to shifters and creatures that you’d never
suspect, this set will leave you breathless in the best possible ways.
So, don’t be afraid. Come, step inside our realm. Allow the mysticism
of romance in many shapes and forms fall over you like a veil of sweet,
soothing, spine tingling comfort.
We promise…you won’t be sorry.
Secrets of the Hollows (Book 2)
- Nicole Morgan
What’s a girl to do once she falls in love with a demon?
Fallen - Tamsin Baker
Gabriel thought he’d do anything to earn his way back into Heaven. He
Cursed - Tracy Goodwin
Forbidden love. Dangerous prophecies. Limitless power. Fate is a witch.
Avenging Aingeal (Protectors of
the Earth 1) - Lynn Crain
Bound by vengeance, she is humanity’s one hope…
Her Fate, His Mate (Wolves of
Windsor Woods) - Krista Ames
Can she accept all he is and all he stands for?
Sleeping in the Dragon’s Den -
His Hungry Dragon My Curious Desire; His Tattoo Curse My Wet Dreams
Dark Side of the Moon - Laura
Vampire rentboy vs. the world.
Angel Vindicated - Viola
Some sins are hard to avoid...
A Wolf’s Touch - Christine
Can she love him--wolf and all?
Dr. Magic (Vampire Island, Book
1) - Jo Grafford
One more dance with the devil...
Dark Heat - Jan Springer
Betrayed by her two forced mates, she hides within Vampira.
Torkel - Mardi Maxwell
Love unites them in the mists of time.
Silent Storm - Sadie Carter
Sometimes the monster is the good guy...
Tangled Sin - Georgia Lyn Hunter
She was the light in his eternal darkness...
Seduction’s Scent - C.I. Black
Giving in to temptation threatens everything.
Ghost Mate - D. Anne Paris
She was going to kill him even though he was already dead.
Living on the Edge (Clan Book 1)
- Laverne Thompson
Mate wanted. Dead or alive.
The Warrior’s Curse - M. Elliott
& T. Eden
What comes next may be the end of it all.
Three Days From Hell - Dariel
Can a permanent resident of Third Hell be trusted?
Just Tell Me What You Want -
Her wishes will leave him breathless…
About Lynn’s Book, Avenging
A young woman with elemental powers must learn who she is before she
can help save the Earth. Bound by vengeance, she is humanity’s one hope…
Aingeal Cochran is on a mission to save humanity from itself when
suddenly she’s staring head-on at her forgotten past. Lukas Everhard must bring
her up to speed regarding the real enemy before allowing himself to love her
completely. In learning about her past and mission, Aingeal realizes the best
is yet to be and she will do anything to protect those she loves. For Lukas,
Aingeal is the mission.
eyebrow, I stared at him. No one in this facility could begin to hold a candle
to me and I knew it. Worse, they knew it. “Whatever gave you the idea any one could
kick my butt? Cause I know you can’t.” I sat there and listened to his buddies
all crack up as Jonathan’s ears turned red. Now this was something I could really get into.
of Lukas Everhard?” The flash of puppy-like adoration almost made me lose it
joking right? Everhard?” I couldn’t contain myself any longer and
laughed so hard tears flowed from my eyes.That would be the day.
a bitch who won’t know what hit her.” His face took on a hard edge and if I
hadn’t been so bored, I might have backed away.
just an ass who will.” The orb bobbed in my hand as I stood, dangerously close
to being thrown when something huge grabbed my wrist.
“You know the
rules here. No fighting in the mess hall.”The object didn’t remove itself from my body.
furious, jerking my arm away, energy in both hands now and was stopped short by
the man who stood before me. I was not a small woman, yet this man dwarfed
me.Slowly, my gaze moved from his chest
to his wide shoulders to his face and stopped there. Ice blue eyes stared at me
without one bit of emotion attached to the look. He’s one cold cookie. I
blinked rapidly almost as if I had been hit in the gut. This man was not going
to take my crap in any way, shape or form. While I might be able to fool Darien
somewhat as I had learned since I had arrived, I would never be able to fool
was the fact I felt more aware of him sexually than I had been with anyone
else. Ever. There was a charisma about him which made me want to throw myself
into his arms and beg to be taken.And
it was more than his physical appearance because if truth be told, this man
looked good…the best I had ever seen…again a rarity for me to note. It was as
if he were palpable under my hands even though we weren’t touching. My crotch
tightened once more and I shook my head to clear my errant thoughts.
“Told you.” A
snide voice commented somewhere off to my left.
I turned to
look at my accuser, electricity leaping to my hand yet again. Some days I
couldn’t control it at all. This could be a problem.
front of me, the big man’s forefinger jabbed my chest in a hard push. “You. Me.
In the sparring room immediately.”
I watched as
he walked out the door, all predatory-like and with more purpose than I had
seen anyone in this place have since my arrival. I eyed everyone else and
realized it wouldn’t matter what I said, they were going to see if their man
could best me. Sighing, I also knew I had brought this on myself. Vowing to
make his fall gentle, I shook my head and followed him down the main corridor,
wondering if I should even bother to introduce myself. I ran up to walk next to
him and before I could even start, I was cut off by his raised hand.
bother. I know who you are.” He kept his eyes straight forward.
watched him for a minute. “Yeah, but I don’t know who you are, now do I?”
He stopped in
front of the sparring room door. “And that should make a difference how?”
Shoving it open, he waved a hand. “Ladies first.”
“As if I’d
fall for that one,” I muttered more to myself than anyone.
me, he shook his head. “Look one of us has to go in first. The door isn’t big
enough for us to go side by side.”
said through clenched teeth. This would end bad, I could feel it in my bones.
Warning: This book has adult
situations and is meant to be read by those over 18.