Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Tea Leaf Tales: The Conjuring Classic Woodie Wagon at Floyd Fender's Used Cars


People have been coming for miles around, all across the state and farther, to a ramshakle used car dealership owned by Floyd Fender. You'll have to park blocks away and wind yourself around broken-down heaps of rusted metal that somewhat resemble curvaceous Forties sedans. Random gleams from what's left of their chrome might catch your eye, but keep on going to the real treat at the lot's center.

The main attraction is this vintage woodie station wagon—in mint condition and worth a good penny—but inside you'll find what all the fuss is about. Crack open any door, but only a smidge so you don't get overwhelmed. Every visitor has a unique experience, and each is mind-boggling. To share a few: some turn away, smiling with their eyes dancing from dazzling sunshine, while others have been clean swept off their feet by coastal gusts, and a few rubbed their noses which tickled with salt spray and heady sunscreen odors. But close the door, and all hear faint strains of Beach Boys tunes. Many line up for second or third go-rounds, singing as they go. Come on down and see what summer fun this car has in store for you.


Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Top 5 Angsty Wizards ~guest post by Robyn Bachar, author of The Sephra's Tear

I'm happy to have Robyn Bachar return to share a wonderful guest post with my readers about her list of the most power-hungry wizards. Great choices! Be sure to check out her new fantasy romance release, The Sephra's Tear and also her fun contest at the bottom of this post.



Top 5 Angsty Wizards

With great power comes great responsibility. No one understands that better than a wizard. With the right spell a wizard can do great good--or great evil. I've always had an admittedly unhealthy fascination with evil wizards. As much as I love a good hero's journey, I wonder about the bad guy. Protagonists do the right thing because it's the right thing to do, so why do antagonists do the wrong thing? What drives them to the dark side?

In The Sephra's Tear, Cordelia comes from a family of dark wizards that are like an unholy union of the Malfoys and the Corleones. Until now she has never crossed the line into dark magic, but the temptation of just one spell to finance her freedom is hard to resist. Is it bad to do the wrong thing for the right reasons?

Below I’ve picked five of my favorite troubled, power-hungry wizards. Who would you add to the list?

1. Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

When Tom Hiddleston’s Loki demands that the people kneel in Avengers, legions of Hiddlesfans squeal “yes” (and I’m one of them). I love watching him in the first Thor movie because there are so many close-ups of him watching something and you can almost hear the plot wheels turning in his mind. Would we be better off under Loki’s rule? Oh hell no. But it’s fun to watch him try to take over the world. ;)

2. Ursula, the Sea Witch (Disney's "The Little Mermaid")

Where Loki sees ants, Ursula sees poor, unfortunate souls. The sea is a mess, and she just needs to rule it! If nothing else, she’s definitely a creative problem solver.

3. Raistlin Majere (Dragonlance Chronicles)

Oh man, I have so much inappropriate lust for the hourglass mage. And while I know that, much like Loki, Raistlin Majere would squish me like an insignificant ant beneath his boot, it doesn’t stop my obsession.

4. Anders (Dragon Age II)

Really Dragon Age II should be called, “Damn it, Anders!” He just wants freedom for mages! Even if it means blowing up an entire chantry in the process and starting a war between mages and templars. Sigh. He does have an interesting character arc though, watching him go from kitten-loving goofball in “Awakening” to vengeance-obsessed abomination.

5. Ravenna ("Snow White and the Huntsman")


Charlize Theron is made of awesome. I would watch her do anything (and mud-spattered Chris Hemsworth too), and really, if K-Stew is the only thing standing between you and ultimate power, wouldn’t you be all about cutting her heart out too? …okay, maybe not. But I did enjoy watching this take on the Snow White story.

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The Sephra’s Tear
Just One Spell
Book One
Robyn Bachar

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Robyn Bachar

Date of Publication: 06/01/15
ISBN: Ebook 978-0-9963490-1-7
ISBN: Print 978-0-9963490-0-0
ASIN: B00YPRRYGM
Number of pages: 318
Word Count: 63,770
Cover Artist: Amygdala Design

Book Description:

Just one spell will change their fates…

Cordelia is a pawn of House Dorchada—a notorious noble family comprised of thieves, assassins and dark wizards. Desperate to avoid their poisonous politics, Cordelia plotted her escape for years, but her carefully laid plans are jeopardized when her father commands her to marry an aged lord of Frostever.

With only a few short months left before her wedding, Cordelia’s salvation hinges on creating a Sephra’s Tear—a forbidden amulet that causes overwhelming lust in its victim. A black market buyer promises a life-changing amount of coin as payment for the Tear, but being caught creating it carries a death sentence.

Two wizards are needed to produce the passion to fuel the erotic spell, so Cordelia recruits the aid of peasant wizard Nathaniel Ravenwood. Nathaniel has long denied his desire for the beautiful Cordelia. As a noblewoman and a Dorchada she is as dangerous to Nathaniel as a viper, but the fortune she offers is a temptation he can't refuse.

Dealing in dark magic comes with a price, and Cordelia and Nathaniel risk losing their freedom—and their hearts. Their fates depend on the one spell that will free them, or destroy them.

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About the Author

Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her books have finaled twice in the PRISM Contest for Published Authors, twice in the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards. As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.

You can find Robyn online at www.robynbachar.com and on Twitter at @RobynBachar.


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 Excerpt

 Nathaniel’s study was located in the lower levels of the stronghold, carved out of the stone the city was built upon, where the wizards of limited financial means lived and trained. The d├ęcor changed with each floor she descended, the layers of artistry and comfort stripped away until the walls and floor were bare gray stone. Like everything in White Harbor, the lines dividing the wealthy and the poor were clear. Cordelia enjoyed the tangible privileges of noble birth, but she knew she wouldn’t have them for much longer. She’d gladly give up silk and perfume for the freedom that wool and sweat would bring her.
When she arrived at Nathaniel’s door she paused and inhaled a deep breath. Cordelia had committed many small larcenies, and a Sephra’s Tear would be the boldest sin she had ever attempted. Cordelia’s hand trembled as she raised it, and she knocked and opened the door when she heard him bid her enter.
Seated at the aged desk dominating the room, Nathaniel glanced up from the book he had been reading. Surprise flickered across his face for a moment before he rose.
“Lady Dorchada. I won’t have your money until the first of next month.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Then to what do I owe this honor?” Though the question was phrased respectfully, his tone was suspicious. She couldn’t blame him—a Dorchada at one’s door was never a harbinger of good news.
Cordelia stepped into the tiny room and let the door shut behind her. He had a desk, a small alchemy table and a stove for heat. There was one other chair, but it was occupied by a tall stack of books. She glanced at it and gave Nathaniel a pointed look. Rounding his desk, he cleared the books away and waved his guest to take a seat.
“Thank you.” The stiff chair was uncomfortable, but Cordelia sat in it primly. “I apologize for the interruption. I will try not to keep you long. I have a new business proposition.”
“You have my attention.” Nathaniel returned to his seat and watched her with a neutral expression. She hesitated as the well-rehearsed speech vanished from her thoughts. Cordelia cleared her throat and tried to phrase her request as politely as possible.
“I need assistance with casting a somewhat difficult spell, and I hope that you may be able to aid me.”
“What sort of spell?” Nathaniel tended to be brusque, and his straightforwardness added to the anxiety tying her stomach into knots.
“One that would require discretion, should you choose to be involved.”
Nathaniel sat back and folded his hands in his lap. “All of our dealings require discretion, my lady. Thus far I’ve been impressed by your caution.”
Cordelia nodded. “Thank you. It is a Sephra’s Tear. A potent Tear.”
The wizard’s dark eyebrows rose to nearly his hairline. He raised his folded hands, covering his mouth to hide his expression. She admired his composure in response to such an unusual request—he probably didn’t often have women arriving unannounced at his door to ask that he make love to them until they both collapsed. Then again, he just might, considering how attractive he was. Nathaniel was older than Cordelia, but not by much. Unbound, his long black hair fell past his shoulders. As with most wizards Nathaniel’s hands were slender, hinting at dexterity instead of strength, and he had high, sharp cheekbones that most of the noble ladies in White Harbor would kill to be graced with. His plain, charcoal robes were well made, but were durable instead of fashionable. Cordelia found his eyes to be his most interesting feature; pale, crystalline blue, Nathaniel’s eyes were mesmerizing, though they were usually filled with suspicion when looking at her.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Playlist for Wishing Cross Station ~guest post by fantasy author February Grace



I'm happy to have guest author February Grace here today to share her music list she listened to when writing her exciting new release, Wishing Cross Station.







Whenever I’m working on a new book, one of the first things I’ll do is to start to build a playlist of songs to listen to while I’m writing.

Sometimes, individual characters end up with a playlist of their own; but in the case of Wishing Cross Station the playlist evolved into something that told the tales of each of the characters in turn, much like the book itself does.

The music crosses genres and decades; some of the songs are covers of melodies written in the 1940s, or in the case of one particular hymn that plays a key part in the story, way back in 1825.

Artists range from Hootie and the Blowfish (who open the playlist with the song “Time”) and go on to include vocalists like Enya, Celtic Woman, Josh Groban and Jeff Lynne; as well as instrumental, orchestrated renditions of songs such as “Yellow” by Coldplay and “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane.

All of the songs weave together, and helped me to tell Keigan Wainwright’s tale: that of a 21st Century college student who finds himself trapped 135 years out of his time, back in the harsh winter of 1880.

Here’s the book’s blurb to tell you more about the story:
A dark fantasy romance from the author of GODSPEED and OF STARDUST…
Don’t stay a moment longer than you have to. Don’t say too much. Don’t pollute the timeline.
When nineteen-year-old college library page Keigan Wainwright is sent to pick up a private donation of books for the school’s collection, he has no idea where one of those books will take him, or what it will take from him.
Retracing a powerful man’s footsteps through the past, Keigan finds himself caught in the same dangerous trap: falling in love with a woman he was never meant to know, and uncertain he will ever find his way home.

Here is a partial list of the songs I listened to while working on the novel: focusing on ones that were especially key in the development of the story or the characters’ emotions (while deliberately omitting some that are key to the story’s conclusion…)

Time: Hootie and the Blowfish
DeoraAr Mo Chroi : Enya
Minstrel Boy (Instrumental): The Corrs
She Moved Through the Fair: Celtic Thunder
Marble Halls: Enya
Maid of Culmore: Celtic Thunder
Miracle: Vertical Horizon
MiMancherai: Josh Groban with Joshua Bell
Midnight Blue: Electric Light Orchestra
We Might as Well Be Strangers: Keane
Mlk: U2
Watermark: Enya
Wherever You Will Go: The Calling
Wishing: Electric Light Orchestra
Time and Again: a-ha
Calling All Angels : Jane Siberry and k.d. lang
Return to Me : October Project
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow: Sweet Talk Radio
Suspended in Time: Olivia Newton-John
The Night Sky: Keane
… and on it goes.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into some of the songs I listened to while writing Wishing Cross Station. It’s a unique, character-driven story of love, loss, and longing, and one I hope will stay with you long after you’ve finished reading it.

~February Grace


About the Book

TItle: Wishing Cross Station

Author: February Grace
Genre: Fantasy
A darkfantasy romance from the author of GODSPEED and OF STARDUST…


Don’tstay a moment longerthanyou have to. Don’t say toomuch. Don’tpollute the timeline.

Whennineteen-year-old college library page KeiganWainwright is sent topick up a private donation of booksfor the school’scollection, he has no ideawhereone of thosebookswill take him, or whatitwill take fromhim.

Retracing a powerfulman’sfootstepsthrough the past, Keiganfindshimselfcaught in the samedangerous trap: falling in love with a woman he was never meanttoknow, anduncertain he will ever find his way home.


Author Bio

February Grace is anauthor, poet, and artist fromSoutheast Michigan. In previousnovels, she has introduced readers tocharacterswithclockworkhearts, told of romantic modern-dayfairygodparents, andreimagined a legend, centuriesold. Now, in her fifthnovelwithBooktrope, readers will board the special at WISHING CROSS STATION andembark on a trip through time. She is more thanmildlyobsessedwithclocks, music, colors, meteorshowers, andsteam engines.

Links
Twitter: @februarygrace
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Tea Leaf Tales: Always believe in the magic of portals

As a child, Astrid had always looked for portals to take her to other lands. This passion continued into her young adult years, when workday stress made her daydream of moss-covered worlds where fairies where quick to throw their wonderful charms on kindred souls. But Astrid had stepped forward many times only to face disappointment, sigh, and turn a good-natured eye to the lovely new expanse or secluded garden room that failed to open its magic to her.
Lately, times had been harder than hard: she'd lost her job, and the rent was due. Downtrodden after being turned away from the fifth interview in as many days, Astrid let her mind wander as she rode the bus to an edge of town she'd never visited. The quiet seclusion of an abandoned park called to her, and she hopped off at the closest stop. Along a weedy path through the park, a crumlbing archway came into view, where she paused and held her breath.
Dreams faded, Astrid shook her head and turned away, but a glint of light dappling fresh green growth on the other side of the arch caught the corner of her eye, and a whisper tugged at her ear calling her name on a soft breeze. She tiptoed to the opening and rested a hand on a stone, which creaked under her light touch and made her jump. Golden threads wove through the tattered magic in her heart, and she inched a foot across into the glittering glow, a smile rising on her lips.

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. 
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Midsummer's Eve Party—a joyous moment of change

 The Tradition of Midsummer


Tonight marks the eve before the Summer Solstice for the Northern Hemisphere. During this time, magic and wonder abound.

It marks one of the eight sabbats for witches—Litha. The name "Litha" derives from the Old English phrase for June, meaning "before Midsummer."


On this longest day of the year, light and life are abundant. At mid-summer, the Sun God has reached the moment of his greatest strength. Seated on his greenwood throne, he is also lord of the forests, and his face is seen in church architecture peering from countless foliate masks. 

(Image from Astral Aspects www.astralaspects.biz/ishop/7...83.html)

The Christian religion observed this day as Jack-in-the-Green to the Feast of St. John the Baptist, often portraying him in rustic attire, sometimes with horns and cloven feet.





As a solar festival, bonfires would be lit at Midsummer Eve. People would jump the fire, and later spread the ashes on the fields as a blessing, as well as fertilization. In Celtic celebrations, wheels (symbolizing the Sun) were lit and rolled down hills.


Castle_an_Dinas_midsummer_bonfire_2009

This is a good time to give offerings to your allies and to faeries or energy beings who may help you, or who share your environment. This promotes goodwill, and increases the harmony of your home. As an offering, food is usually appreciated. Traditionally, milk and bread would be offered.

A Moment of Change


Midsummer is a time of change.

There is a story in pagan lore of the Oak King, God of the Waxing Year, and the Holly King,  God of the Waning Year. The Oak King represents the dark half of the year, and his twin, the Holly King, the light. The Summer Solstice (Litha) marks the battle that declares the Holly King the victor, and the light half of the year begins. Then the second battle of the year will happen on the Winter Solstice (Yule), when the Oak King will win, and the dark half of the year will begin. The brother kings, while at odds with one another, form two halves of a whole.

(photo reference: The Oak King & The Holly King, Anne Stokes)

With this battle, midsummer is also a moment to realize mortality. Though the life force of summer is still powerful, we can see the end zone—the limits of growth and the inevitability of decline. This balance is necessary. Without it, the Sun's heat would continue to grow and tax all life. The balance is maintained even by death. Litha offers the opportunity to re-evaluate our perception of death. We often think of death as an ending. Yet, it is also the beginning of something wonderful to follow!

Summer Solstice heralds the best part of the year, although spiced with the bittersweet sorrow of the year that is, in fact, winding down.

I invite you to face this paradox, and celebrate the joyous cycle of life!

Here are a few ideas for your celebration:
  • Go berry picking. Have the children chose their best berry and throw it back into the berry bushes as they thank the Goddess and the bushes for the fruit.
  • Burn your remnants of your Yule Tree or Wreath in the bon fire or try using Wreaths of Vervain and Mugwort which were burned in ancient times at the end of the festivals to burn away bad luck.
  • Leave out milk and honey as an offering to the Fae folk
  • Have a mock battle between the Oak and Holly King.
  • Hang a bundle of fresh herbs out to dry and use them to spice up a Litha feast of cooked summer vegetables
  • Jump the balefire
  • Have an outdoor breakfast picnic to welcome the Solstice
  • Stay up and watch the sun go down on the longest day of the year!
  • Draw a picture of the sun at sunrise and sunset
  • Try a fire divination, stare into the coals of your bonfire as it settles or look for forms in the leaping flames.
  • Create a ritual to bring healing and love to Mother Earth
  • Dispose of those qualities that trouble you: project them into a burn-able (bunch of dry twigs, paper, etc.) and thrust the mass into a cleansing fire
And click on this image to visit the main page of the tea party to find more ways to celebrate!
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

What I Found in Rome ~guest post by Michelle Hiscox author of A New Day at Midnight #giveaway

It's wonderful to have Michelle Hiscox here today as my guest. She's sharing about a vacation site that inspired her new paranormal romance, A New Day at Midnight. The place that inspired her was Rome, one of my favorite spots too. My husband and I were there in 2012, and I can imagine how it prompted Michelle's book. Be sure to check out her new release as well as her great giveaway contest at the end of this post.

WHAT I FOUND IN ROME
By Michelle Hiscox

I started writing my paranormal romance, A New Day at Midnight, in 2006. It wasn’t until I visited Rome in 2011 that I got to see the very place I pictured the father of Merik Hearne, my main character, standing. While much of the novel takes place in the Rocky Mountains of Montana, Rome represents a place of great change for the Hearne family. Below is just a sample of the inspiration I found in Rome, a localedisplaying both the light and darkness of the human soul…

1.     THE COLOSSEUM 

The Roman Colosseum, or Flavian Ampitheatre, was commissioned by Emporer Vespasian in AD 72 on the site of the Nero’s palace, a ruler whose fondness for cruelty and excess led to his demise. The Colosseum had a great impact on me when I visitedand despite the historical significance of the site, I couldn’t wait to get off of those grounds.

Roman gladiators fought many battles in the Colosseum, and they were usually slaves, prisoners of war, or criminals. Combats were attended by the rich and poor, often with the Emperor watching over the bloodshed. The cries and curses of the audience resonated within the walls, and cheers for the victor often reached a deafening roar.Contests occurred one after another, and when the ground became soaked withblood, a layer of sand was thrown over it and new contests began. Humans and animals fought and died within the confines of the Colosseum, and all in the name of entertainment.

The suffering that took place here was palpable; I could hardly bear to look at the cells they kept the people in before combat, or the cages they kept the animals in before they set them out to destroy each other. For me it was a place of sorrow much more than one of simple fascination.

2.     TIVOLI

Tivoli, particulary Villa d’Este, is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen in person. My favorite picture is of the woman hanging her sheets to dry from her apartment window, as the image encapsulates the medieval hill town that Tivoli is. It’s like stepping back in time. Several mothers stood outside the old stone school, strollers in hand, chatting, until the bell rang and their children ran out, throwing themselves into their mother’s arms. I’ve never seen a place so tranquil yet so full of life.
Villa d’Este is teaming with Italian gardens, fountains, grottos, nymphs and a variety of attractions featuring plays on water. There are caves, waterfalls, and unparalleled elements of art and history, all magnificent and waiting to be discovered by the enthusiastic traveller. Hanging gardens and terraces dominate the landscape, hinting at elements of an ancient world. In contrast to the Colosseum, the beauty and light in Tivoli shone through any darkness.
Tivoli inspired the gardens found behind Rosehearne Manor, the stone and marble monolith built by my brooding hero, Merik Hearne, in an unconscious quest to reclaim the love he lost. Intricate plots of flowers, especially roses, adorn the back of the manor in a labyrinth lit by torches.
3.     MONUMENT TO ANNITA GARIBALDI
 
 

I felt awe when I reached the monument of Annita Garibaldi, a woman who representsall of the strength and courage I hoped to emulate with Hannah Worthington, one of the main characters in my novel. The love she shared with her husband, Giuseppe Garibaldi, is what romantic legends are made of. Below is a brief explanation of what this amazing woman overcame to find her way back to her husband.

In the Battle of Curitibanos, Giuseppebecame separated from wife Annita, who was captured by the rival group. In captivity, the guards told Annita that Garibaldi had died.Distraught for her husband and the child they were expecting, Annita asked if she could search among the dead in battle. When she didn’t find him this gave hope to Annita, who after a while crept up on a camp horse, mounted it and escaped at a gallop. The soldiers chased her with the ordered to return her dead or alive. They shot and killed her horse, but not Annita. She escaped, came upon the river Canoas, and waded across. The soldiers thought she would not survive and left her for dead. Annita spent four days wandering without food or drink in the woods until she found a group willing to provide her with food. She contacted the rebels and was reunited with Garibaldi in Vacaria. A few months later their first child, Menotti, was born. – Wikipedia Content 2015

4.     THE DOMUS SESSORIANA & THE RELICS

 Image Source:www.domussessoriana.it

The DomusSessoriana is located within an archaeological site that includes the ruins of the Temple of Venus and Cupid, which in times past housed Councils of State, and the magnificent Castrensian Amphitheatre, built in the time of Emperor Heliogabalus. - www.domussessoriana.it

Now a hotel, the DomusSessoriana looks out on the city of Rome, and provides a gathering place for citizens stopping for a rest on their walks or taking their dogs for a stroll. I stayed in the hotel, but the magic wasn’t to be found inside of the rooms, it was everywhere.A church within the walls of the hotel held far greater treasures than a comfortable bed, it contained the Relics.


The Relics of the Passion of Jesus comprise three fragments from the Cross, a Nail from the crucifixion, two Thorns from the Crown and a piece of the Title of the Cross. The authenticity of the relics has been the subject of various studies down through the centuries, but ithas been confirmed by historical and scientific studies that some of the Relics now reside within the Basilica housed by the DomusSessoriana. – www.domussessoriana.it

I am not, by nature, a religious person, but when I stepped into the home of the relics, I found something I didn’t realize I’d been looking for. For a moment, I found peace, a reprieve from much of the weight that life can pile on, or which I placed on myself. Through tears I prayed, and for a time it seemed as if God were listening. Even as a writer, I can’t truly describe what I encountered there, but I know some of thatemotion flowed through me and into my writing.


My time in Rome changed me, and it enhanced my connection to and understanding of a place I wrote about but had never been.I’m not sure if I, orA New Day at Midnight,would be quite the same if I hadn’t explored those ancient grounds.

A New Day at Midnight

The Hearne Family Saga
Book 1
Michelle Hiscox

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Bookkus Publishing
Date of Publication: February 14, 2015
ISBN: 0991709497
ASIN: B00TGOODU4
Page Count Print – 264       
Page Count Electronic – 268
Word Count: 92,691

Cover Artist: Bookkus Publishing

Book Description:

When Merik Hearne finally lays claim to the woman that betrayed him, she inspires much more than his need for revenge—but is her love worth dying for again?

Condemned to play host to a demon, the scarred Romani leader has amassed a fortune with only one goal in mind—to possess Hannah Worthington, the traitorous beauty that has eluded him for over a decade. With an exchange of coin, everything he has been striving for is within reach but nothing is as he imagined. The tender, sharp-tongued woman he encounters tests the bounds of his convictions and he is torn between the promise of reckoning and longing for a love that once destroyed him.

Exchanged for a purse of gold and informed she is to be a slave, Hannah vows she has not survived a lifetime of loss only to wither under the likes of Merik Hearne. And she will do everything she can to make sure he knows it. Despite his overbearing manner, his fierce scars, and her own determination to escape him, she begins to see that something beautiful might lie beneath…something that belongs only to her. She must discover the angle from which the great lord plays before his dark desires consume them both. 

As they struggle to find truth amid pasts marred by sorrow and secrecy, they are unaware that a vengeful apostle orchestrates the rise of a forgotten god—and the end of their chance at a life together.

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 Excerpt

Hannah realized Merik had left her doors unlocked. Again. Did he believe she would stay now that she knew his true name and nature? She dare not utter the real question plaguing her, but it invaded her mind nonetheless.
Is he right? A large ember escaped from the iron latticework in front of the fire, landing on the rug at her feet. She watched it smoulder.
Smoke curled up in delicate tendrils, disappearing before reaching the high ceiling. She stared for several long moments, willing the flame to grow, to consume her. It held the colour of Merik’s eyes, burning gold and crimson. A small flame flickered to life, hungry for progress until she stamped it out with the heel of her foot.
Rising from the fire to flop on her bed, she stopped short as an echo rang through the hall. Certain her battered senses played tricks on her, she pulled back her covers to lay down but heard it again.
Whether it was a call of rage, grief, or agony she could not distinguish. It came from Merik’s quarters, echoing deep within the shadows of the hall. Padding to her door, she warred between anger over his treatment of her and the desire to ease his pain.
She could not ignore the fact he’d told her the truth. Pulling a robe about her shoulders, she kicked off her charred slipper. Without consulting her mind, she made the decision with her heart. She rested her hand on the door, opening the barrier between her and the unknown.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What am I doing? I can stay in my rooms. There is hardly any need to go out there.”
Another tortured cry rose in the air, strengthening her resolve to help Merik.
Lighting a candle, she forced herself to go into the hall. Another cry rang through the air, and as she got closer to Merik’s chamber, she finally understood what he was saying. Her name.
“I’m coming, Merik.” Running to his room, she entered through the open door to see an empty chamber. Desperation overrode the fear hammering her heart against her chest. The room smelled of blood, of sickness. Could Vetala even get sick? Could they die?
“No, please no, not again. Merik? Merik, please call my name.”
He groaned. As she followed the source of the noise, the candle shook in her hand. The hot wax stung her flesh when she stopped several steps in front of a half-open door set in the wall.
“Merik?” The smell of death clung to the entrance and she gagged. The candle wobbled in her hand. She steadied it, saying a quick thanks to God it did not go out. She could not bear to go forth in the darkness without light. Setting the candle on the floor, she swung the door wide. The candle flickered as she picked it up. Fear twisted her guts and no matter how she tried, she could not stop her hands from shaking. She took another step.
“Merik?” It took her eyes several moments to see more than a foot from her face. When she saw him in the dim light, she gasped. He now stood in front of her. It took her several more moments to realize he was not standing of his own volition, but rather restrained by chains embedded in the stone wall. When he lifted his head, she covered her mouth to stifle a scream.
Eyes of molten gold and crimson stared back at her. His jaw and facial bones were distended, his hands curled into claws. The changes were much more severe than the few instances she attributed to the loss of her mind.
“I…I…” Stepping back toward the entrance, her gaze never left Merik’s. She turned her back on him to commence a rather spineless retreat, but could not get her feet to cooperate.
“Hannah?” The voice held much more than pain. What? Desperation? Hope? She could not move as her heart and mind waged war. Despite his appearance, she knew beneath the angled bone protruding from his flesh, his distorted face, and the fangs visible in his mouth, Merik stood in front of her. The man she met a decade before. The man looking at her with the same single focused intensity with which he always did. The man she loved.
Taking another step and hearing nothing but her own harsh breathing, she took one more.

About the Author:

Michelle Hiscox is a Paranormal Romance fan and author who hails from Drumheller, Alberta. The dinosaur bones buried in the hills of her hometown inspired the first stories she ever wrote, and she feels blessed to walk those same hills with her daughter today. Crocus flowers and dust bowls full of cactus never fail to inspire.

While her little girl and husband provides many welcome distractions to writing, it's something she always finds her way back to. Michelle is the proud, and slightly crazy, owner of two dogs and three cats, all animals she loves more than she reasonably should. She's been reading voraciously since she was a child and, one night, pulled her nose from a book to start writing her own.

Amazon Author Page –http://www.amazon.com/l/B00VO2K990

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.