Inspired by the British Seaside: Guest Author Catherine Green – @SpookyMrsGreen

Hello, Bloggers!!

Happy Friday to you!

I am so pleased to welcome a lovely guest author today. Please help me in supporting Author Catherine Green!


Hello, and thank you, Marlena, for inviting me to join you on the blog! My name is Catherine Green, and I am a British paranormal romance and contemporary English Gothic author. I previously published the first four books in the Redcliffe novels series, which follow the adventures of bookshop owner Jessica Stone as she falls in love with a vampire and becomes embroiled in his brother’s werewolf pack on the coast of Cornwall.

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Today I want to share my new novel, Vampire of Blackpool. Has anyone here visited Blackpool in the North of England? It is a beautiful Victorian seaside resort, but it fell into disrepair when I was a child in the 80s and 90s. It is now being redeveloped, but the town has a thriving social scene, is popular with the LGBTQ+ community, and is a favourite holiday spot for many young families, including mine. It is no wonder, then, that I was compelled to write the story of the Vampire of Blackpool

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The vampire, the witch, and the hunter battle it out in a contemporary Gothic adventure in Northern England.

Meredith Hanson lives in Blackpool, the former Victorian holiday hotspot of Northern England. She masquerades as a reclusive author, feeding on the blood of unsuspecting tourists without remorse. Her life takes on new meaning when she meets a young witch in a local pub one evening. Despite Meredith’s cold demeanour, she finds herself oddly fascinated with Samantha Morris, and falls into an accidental relationship with the girl. It is at this time that a vampire hunter arrives in Blackpool. He is tough, he is determined, and his next target is an ancient vampire that has been spotted in the tourist town. He intends to bring her down and destroy her to save the lives of innocent humans. Will he succeed? Or will the experienced vampire seductress be the cause of his undoing?

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You can buy Vampire of Blackpool in various eBook formats here, and from Amazon.

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About the Author

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Author of British paranormal romance series The Redcliffe Novels, Catherine Green was raised on books from a young age, and has happy memories of Saturday mornings spent in her small local library, devouring the contents of the shelves. Catherine has always been fascinated by the supernatural world, and it feels natural for her to write about vampires, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures in her contemporary stories.

If you sign up to Catherine’s newsletter, she will send you a free copy of her Redcliffe short story, It’s Complicated, to introduce you to her fictional supernatural seaside town in Cornwall, England.

You can find Catherine in the following places:

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Thanks so much for visiting with us today! Please help me in continuing the support for our fabulous guest blogger! Let’s see those likes, shares, and comments!!

Until next time………………………………… Stay Creative!!

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Introducing @SusanneLeist, Author of The Dead Game

Hello, bloggers!

It’s another grand week, which means we are shining some light on some more fabulous guests! Today, I would like to introduce you to Susanne Leist, Author of THE DEAD GAME.


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I’ve always been an avid reader. About ten years ago, I decided to write my first book. I grew up on Agatha Christie and Sherlock Holmes, but the supernatural called to me and enticed me. I wanted to write a book with all the sarcasm and wit of the TV show, Supernatural, the mystery of a classic murder mystery, and the sensational thrills of the TV show, The Originals. I sat down with these goals in mind and wrote, The Dead Game.

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THE DEAD GAME
– A short Synopsis

Linda moves to a small town to live a quieter and simpler life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple–that is until the dead body washes up on shore. Linda is horrified to find out dead bodies and disappearing tourists are common for this town. As soon as the sun sets, she and her friends are stalked by dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.

Linda and her group receive an unsigned invitation to a party at the deserted house on the hill. They are afraid of the unfriendly hill residents, who only venture out of their homes at night. They attend the party. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped in the house. Or so they think.

The Dead Game has begun.

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I wrote a poem for my book. I spent eight years writing The Dead Game. It deserves its own poem…

ODE TO MY BOOK

Nothing can be as fine
As the dear book of mine.
It might not be sold in a big bookstore,
But you will not find one to offer more.
It was created with much love and hope,
Even though it wasn’t blessed by a Pope.
It has my blood, sweat, and tears.
Might raise many of your fears.
It has action, murder, and romance.
I can even do a little dance.
Please try it and you’ll see
It has the best of me. 

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I was trained as a Financial Analyst. I have an M.B.A. in Finance. What made me decide to give this up and pursue a writing career? A feeling deep inside.

I have a poem that describes my journey…

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.

This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit,
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book has been written.
One book is being sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 

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What can I say about my book? I have a poem…

MY BEAUTIFUL TOWN

Oh, beautiful town of mine,
With beaches and white sand so fine.
Views to take your breath away,
For this, tourists want to pay.
Oasis, a perfect name for you,
Waving palm trees and skies so blue. 
But come night bets are off,
Once The Dead chop heads off.
I don’t want to move from here,
But I can’t live with this fear.
Please help rid the town of The Dead,
Then I could sleep safe in my bed.

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One more poem, before I say goodbye…

From under the sea
they have come for me.
Rising from the deep
they come when I sleep.
Through the small town, they roam
looking for a new home.
Blending with tourists at day
but at night they get to play.
Blood-thirsty as they are
they don’t have to go far.
They take sustenance within reach
leaving dead bodies on the beach.
Tourists flee the hotel
before they’re doomed to hell.
The evil one walks tall.
Our town will surely fall.

THE DEAD GAME

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THESE ARE MY LINKS:

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Come and join me.

Thank you, for joining me today. You’re invited to visit my sites and blogs, and of course, to purchase my book.

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Introducing Author, R.M. James – @leyna_jared

Happy morning, bloggers!!

Today, I have a lovely guest for you. Please help me welcome Author, R.M. James. Get to know her and her books, both of which sound like tempting must reads! As, always, please enjoy……


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R.M. James, Author

Author Bio:

R.M. James is also known as Reina R. Gonzalez, currently working on a Doctor of Business Administration/Healthcare Administration at Northcentral University. Graduated from the University of Phoenix with a Masters Degree in Health Administration/Education; Armstrong Atlantic State University with a Bachelors Degree in Spanish, and South University with a Certificate in Accounting.

I live in a small rural town in Georgia just five minutes from the border of South Carolina (not South of the Border—that’s too far). Born in Manhattan and raised in Queens, New York.

I have a furry companion named Bailey she’s my best friend as well as my therapy cat. I love her to pieces! She knows when I don’t feel well and jumps on my lap just to be with me. She’s a diluted tortie-shell with attitude galore!

I have two grown boys with their careers and a grandson of whom I love to spoil.

My career in writing began in 2012 when I stopped working due to some ailments I’ve been battling, and because I didn’t want my college education going to waste, I thought of contemporary and paranormal romance. Honestly, the writing wasn’t my first career choice being a medical doctor was (now don’t laugh). I wanted to help people.

My favorite hobbies are quilting, paint-by- numbers, yoga, meditation, and drinking lots of strong coffee that’ll put hair on anyone’s chest!

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Where to find me:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRM.James
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/rmjames166/
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00ADY97KC
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5831701-r-m-james
Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+RMJames2619
Twitter: https://twitter.com/leyna_jared
Instagram: https://instagram.com/R.m.Author
Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/reina-gonzalez-a1734330
Email: rrg31419@gmail.com
Website: http://www.authorrmjames.com/
YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxgZgs9_tC9p1XP4unETfng
Foundations: https://www.FoundationsBooks.net
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/rmauthor/
Authorsdb: https://authorsdb.com/authors-directory/3742-reina-gonzalez
Independent Author Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/r-m-james.html
Tumblr: https://rm-james.tumblr.com/

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LOVE’S SECOND CHANCE

Living with guilt is the worst feeling in the world….

Ley Moore (now Jared) and Willie Ramsey were teenage sweethearts, bound to marry and start a new life together; but, they lived in two different states. She in New York and he in New Jersey.

They both had to, constantly sneak away to see the other behind their parents back and without permission. Until, Willie stopped coming around leading Ley to believe he did not want her anymore.

Left feeling lonely, she let herself be seduced by another young guy, Andrew Jared, becoming pregnant at 17.

Being a pregnant teenager was considered taboo back then (well according to her old fashioned parents) and made to marry the father of her unborn child leaving everything behind including her heart.

Now at 46, a career woman, wife, and mother of two adult sons, she still carries the guilt of leaving her relationship with Willie open-ended.

Living in Georgia, she embarks in a search, to find her childhood love to explain the circumstances that led her to marry another man. Only to find Willie living in another city of New Jersey with a family of his own…22 years later!

As they carry on written email communications on a daily basis about their marital problems, they find out they still carried a torch for each another, taking them to an adventure they thought would never happen.

But time can only tell if this could be their Loves Second Chance…

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FIREFLY – KAYLA’S GIFT

“I realized not only her physical wounds needed healing, but her mental ones did too.”

Distraught after an argument with her abusive husband, Kayla Grayson miscalculates a sharp curve on the interstate. Close to death, a stranger changes her life forever.

Cain Westbrook, a wealthy bachelor, has always protected his existence to avoid witch-hunts for his kind. Alone for six centuries, he didn’t expect to find his true mate dying on the interstate. Before he can stop himself, he does the unthinkable.

Kayla struggles to adapt to her new life. After making her abusive husband her first kill, she becomes blind to Cain’s love, her powerful gifts, and the dangers of the dark forces.

In spite of this, she begins to understand Cain’s reasons for changing her, but her insecurities keep her from believing in his love until…

Cain’s evil brother kidnaps her.


Thank you so much for taking time to stop by and visit with us. We would greatly appreciate your likes, shares, and comments. Also, don’t forget to pick up your copy of one (or both!) of R.M.’s books.

Until next time, lovelies………………………Happy Reading & Reviewing!!

Introducing @TKLawyerAuthor, #Paranormal #Romance #Author of Jasper…

Hello, bloggers!!

I am pleased to welcome another Foundations Author, TK Lawyer. We’re discussing Book 1 of The Guardian League Series, JASPER.  If you like paranormal, romance and steamy reads, then this is the author for you…


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1. Tell me about yourself.

I am a crazy, passionate, animal lover married to my best friend whom I’ve known for twenty-two years.  I’ve been a published author for two and a half years now with five published titles but I have over thirty-plus ideas for future novels, most of them including wolf-shifters and angels- the two primary paranormal beings I enjoy writing about.  I write Paranormal Erotic Romance and I love it!

2. What was your inspiration for writing Jasper?  Is it part of an ongoing series – the characters, the genre, etc.?

The Guardian League Series are unique books.  Each book in the series tells a story of one of the members of the Guardian League, a subset of the Angel population.  The idea for the first book, Jasper, came to me one day as a question.  What would it be like if Guardian Angels fell in love with Earthlings and to romance and pursue them they had to do normal everyday human things they were not used to experiencing?  How would they act and to what extent would an angel go to, to capture the heart of a human being that delighted them?  That’s how Jasper was born. 

3. Tell us what a typical day in your life is like?

Monday through Friday I work a forty hour per week job, but after hours, my nights vary with trying to get some writing or editing done, updating my Facebook pages, possibly writing a blog if the mood strikes, and finally spending some time with my husband- most likely watching TV and having dinner.  I am very spontaneous when it comes to doing things so you might see me, last minute, shopping for food or in a retail store searching for something or having dinner with my hubby in a restaurant. 

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About the Author:

Welcome to TK Lawyer’s world…

TK Lawyer has always had an interest in the strange and unusual and she’s a romantic by heart.

She writes passion-filled paranormal romance with Angels and Wolf Shifters- weaving tales of alpha males willing to do anything for the one feisty, curvaceous, strong-willed woman who has won their heart.  Her alpha males will go to any length to please their mate, in and out of the bed.

She invites you to enter her world and be entertained.  After all, she writes for you.

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Meet Author, Bonnie Ferrante – Book Excerpt

Hello, bloggers!

Welcome to another beautiful day in the great state of Alabama. I’m thrilled to have you drop by!

Today, I am shining a light on another wonderful author and member of RRBC, Bonnie Ferrante! Join me as we get to know the inspiring person behind the books. We also get to enjoy a lovely excerpt from her latest release, LEYA.


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Although the villagers rose with the sun to work the fields, attend to the animals, bake their bread, and begin their long list of chores, for me, Leya Truelong, this was a day like no other. Today, Wren River was touched by the fantastic.

As smoke from the brick ovens rose in thin columns over the thatched and wood shingle roofs, I left the village and headed down a path toward a clearing in the woods. Perhaps, this year, for the first time in my parents’ memory, a fourteen-year-old from our village would be chosen. Perhaps it would be me.

I looked down at my soft, brown, suede boots, ankle high, with wrap around fronts that tied on the sides. They were stained and worn. I wished I had something prettier to wear, but at least these were solid and in reasonable shape, unlike my dress, which was held together by a whisper and a prayer. Ma had lent me a lace collar to hide the frayed neckline. Perhaps my boots would count in my favor. The Mistress of the Sphere of Vision might recognize that I was not a frivolous, pampered girl. Not like the tanner’s daughter, in her glistening leather shoes. Not like the silversmith’s daughter, whose canvas shoes sparkled with silver buttons. Not like the mayor’s daughter, Jenifair, in red satin slippers lined with felt. My boots were those of a hard-working, serious young lady, one who had to labor for everything she owned.

Every spring a Master, and every summer a Mistress, each from their own Sphere of Vision, came to the village to examine any fourteen-year-olds. They rode in on their great horses, wearing majestic robes that cost more than we could save in a year. Sometimes there was no one of the right age, so they rode on without pause, or they avoided the village altogether. This year there were four girls to be judged.

I saw the first three return rejected. The tanner’s daughter seemed angry. The silversmith’s daughter seemed bored. Jenifair, who already had everything a girl could want, seemed embarrassed. I was waiting on the doorstep for her return. Unexpectedly, she said, “Good morning,” as she passed our little cottage. I was so shocked; I didn’t think to respond until she had gone. Usually she looked through me as though I was made of glass.

I guess she was hedging her bets, just in case I was accepted since she wasn’t. At least, I didn’t think she was. Wouldn’t she be excited? But, this was just one of many opportunities for Jenifair. Her future was already bright. For me, this was the one and only chance to break free of a life of drudgery and fear. One possibility for happiness or heartbreak, and it all depended on my eyes.

Since the announcement of our upcoming examination, I had expected the village girls, led by Jenifair, to continue mocking me for my clothes, shoes, rough and red hands, and crooked teeth. Instead, they hadn’t said a word. I realized they had no more control over the outcome today than I did. Their wealth, education, and social standing were worthless when evaluated by a Mistress. For one marvelous moment, I was their equal.

A mourning dove called, its plaintive notes breaking the silence. “Don’t run, don’t run,” it warned.

I wanted to run. I wanted to fly. To be there. To have it done. To know. To know now.

I fought the urge to race down the dirt path. It was foolish to hope, but I could no more crush hope than I could turn inside out.

I had not had a chance to see the lucky two girls travelling with Mistress Sangra. They had been chosen from previous villages. Maybe they were ordinary peasant girls like me, with dreams and hopes, and theirs were coming true.

My youngest brother, Albair, told me those two chosen girls were refilling water bags and buying food supplies in Wren River while the Mistress examined prospective Novices.

“I heard the Mistress spoke Granjese,” said Albair. “She’s light-skinned and stocky. I think she may have originally come from our region.”

A Granja Mistress. She would understand our struggles. Being one of us, perhaps she would be more inclined to overlook my faults. But, I wouldn’t speak Granjese to her. Ma insisted we speak Esfera, the cross-region language developed by the Spheres. I could speak Granjese; I wouldn’t be able to survive in Wren River without it. But at home, we spoke Esfera, the language of the educated. I had never heard anyone from outside our region speak it. I hoped my accent wasn’t terrible. Would she admire my effort or think I was putting on airs?

I was the last scheduled for the Mistress to consider. I examined my surroundings, suddenly aware that this might be my last summer in Wren River for a while. The morning sun illuminated purple clusters of mock vervain and sunny coneflower that lined the winding trail. I felt as though the radiant flowers were wishing me good luck. Wealth, fame, power, could be waiting for me at the end of the trail. No more thrice patched clothes. No more rationing coal. No more eating the wormy vegetables and selling the best.

Without intention, my feet moved faster and faster toward the clearing where Mistress Sangra waited. “Think before you speak or act,” was Ma’s advice. “Consider all the consequences of your choices. I know what it’s like to be young and I don’t want you making the same mistakes I did.” Advice I heard often, for good reason. She never did confess what her mistakes were though.

I realized I was rushing. It would be a poor first impression to arrive out of breath and windblown. I forced myself to slow. Be calm, be calm. I took deep breaths. I smoothed back my long auburn hair. When had this trail become so long?

This opportunity would never come again. I was terrified of being chosen and all that would mean, but, being rebuffed would be even more unbearable. I was the third child of five in my family to be examined. When Thomis turned fourteen, and later Maark, neither had been selected by the Masters to attend their Sphere of Vision. Ma hadn’t said a negative word, but I saw the hopeful look extinguished in her eyes when neither of them was chosen.

On the other hand, the Masters had a reputation for harshness. Some Pesca and Miniria parents refused to let their sons be examined. Understandable, considering the wealth of those regions. I had never heard of a Granja turning down the opportunity though. We forest and farm people could never match a graduate of a Sphere for wealth or power. Even our mayor did not come close. Still, I was secretly relieved that neither Thomis nor Maark were chosen. Rumor said males were not the same after their time with the Masters. I did not want to see my brothers broken.

Even though the Mistresses were reputed to be kinder, it was not an easy thing to leave one’s family. This morning, I had avoided looking at my mother’s face. I had gone about my chores as though it was an ordinary day, until the appointed time. The Mistress had arrived in Wren River last night and stayed, with the two selected girls, in the best inn. She hired a local woman to set up morning examinations with all the fourteen-year-old girls. I barely slept last night considering what might happen.

In the clearing, the Mistress stood with her hands tucked in the opposite sleeves of her long red robe. I felt the woman’s eyes studying my every step. I took another deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart and forced a shaky smile to my lips.

“Step into the circle, Leya Truelong,” said the Mistress in Granjese when I approached. Her voice was strong. She was but a snippet taller than me. She wore her long, flaming red hair pinned up in complicated braids. Intricate, fine leather sandals with silver studs graced her feet.

I noted the circle carved into the sandy earth, and stepped inside. The Mistress stepped in to face me.

I replied in Esfera, “What should I—”

“Sha,” ordered the Mistress.

I clamped my mouth shut. A light wind rustled the leaves on the trees and passed through my thin green dress. Mistress Sangra placed her hands on my shoulders and, with wide unblinking eyes, stared into my face. My heartbeat surged in my ears.

Bright red eyes, like a ripe tomato, studied me. I suppressed a nervous giggle at the thought. Some Visions were worth more than others. I’d heard of a woman who had the ability to control cloud formations. The best she could offer was a little shade. Surely, a Mistress should have a powerful, important Vision. What was the point otherwise?

The Mistress leaned in closer. When her red eyes burrowed into me, mine stung to the point of tears. It felt as though something tunneled through each iris and into my brain, like a peppery worm. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. No one told me it would hurt so much.


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About the author:

Bonnie Ferrante lives on the north shore of Lake Superior in Ontario, Canada. Since she hates cold weather, she spends the 5-6 months of winter indoors reading, writing, decorating her new house, sewing (mostly adorable dresses for her littlest granddaughter), and upcycling or creating something usable from junk. Because of Parkinson’s Disease she has curtailed her previously extensive summer gardening, canoeing, and other physically demanding interests. Now, she keeps her garden small and spends most of her time playing outdoors with her grandkids or doing crafts too messy to do indoors.

Bonnie is a hybrid writer (publishing traditionally and self-publishing.) Her work has appeared in various children’s and adult magazines and anthologies. She was a grade school teacher for thirty-three years, ten as teacher-librarian. Her focus is on Young Adult novels and children’s picture books. You can learn more about her and her books on her website.

She has a wordpress blog, Bonnie Ferrante – Books for Children. She reviews books, focussing on books for children, especially picture books. She discusses writing for children, reading to children, and fun and educational activities. She interviews other authors every Wednesday.

Bonnie has a family friendly YouTube site for parents, teachers, and children.  Kids can listen to a book being read or a story being told, learn about words and numbers, and sing along. Adults can watch a book trailer and find new active ways to teach children using inexpensive materials, active learning, and the outdoors.

You can follow one or both of her facebook pages. Bonnie Ferrante – Author is for adults and young adults, readers and writers. Bonnie Ferrante – Books for Children is for parents and teachers and those interested in books and writing for children.

Since Parkinson’s is a progressive disease, Bonnie is focussing on picture books at present. Because of increasing tremors, she has switched to digital illustration and is wading through the deep waters of Photoshop. She has three young adult novels in the works as well, one to be released this year. Switch, an historic paranormal-fantasy set in Tudor times.

Her last YA novel release was Leya.


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Leya

In a world where eye color may determine your future, Leya is born with one green and one blue eye. Will this diminish her potential or provide the exceptional opportunity to become a Double Vision Mistress?

Even if she fulfills her gifts, Leya must learn to control her impulsiveness and quick temper or she will be stripped of her powers in a painful and crippling ritual. Unfortunately, Zendra, a devious Novice knows exactly how to raise Leya’s anger. But the Mistresses, struggling with significant problems of their own, seem blind to Leya’s dilemma. How much should she risk in pursuit of power, prestige, and wealth?

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Bonnie’s comments:

“Leya is one of my favourite characters, not because she’s perfect but because she is flawed. Even her motivation for wanting to become a Vision Mistress questionable. She tends to allow emotion to overrun self-control and responsibility. Meditation, practice, and self-discipline are all a struggle for Leya. She’s impulsive and has a quick temper. She loves her family and protects her friends, not always using the best methods. She makes mistakes, serious mistakes. She repeats them. Eventually, her “vision” clears and she is able to see who she really is and who she could become. That’s when she starts to grow as a person, a woman, and a novice. Just in time because that’s when the challenges really begin.

I used eye color to determine potential “gifts” because I’ve always felt that eyes truly are windows to the soul. Eyes easily reveal whether a person is excited, frightened, shy, or aroused. Experts take note of the directions eyes focus to discern if someone is lying or trying to remember. Direct, intense eye contact not only shows love but can trigger a romantic response in the other person. Intense eye contact can also be threatening and intimidating. In some cultures, direct eye contact can be disrespectful while in others it is expected.

Eye colour is not simply one or two shades. A single iris can have a dozen variations. They also differ in patterns, rings, speckles, stripes, zig-zags, and more.

The list of vision problems is staggering, from total blindness to blurred vision, double vision, night vision difficulties, tunnel vision, colour blindness, and more. All of these affect the way we see and interpret the world.

We also connect vision with perspective. The way we “see” the world greatly impacts the way we react to it and create it.

A “seer” is a psychic or prophet. We use sight to explain numerous social situations. Someone can be “a sight for sore eyes” or we may not be able to “stand the sight of them.” We sing about “beautiful brown eyes” and “don’t it make my brown eyes blue.” Eye makeup is the most varied and detailed of all cosmetic enhancements. We are drawn to portraits of large-eyed humans and animals. “I just couldn’t look away” can mean several things, all of which reveal much about the speaker.

In Leya, the focus is on inner vision. Some mystics cultivate the third eye. Some meditations require us to close our eyes or subdue our external sight in order to see in a different way. Mandalas, art, design, logos, even architecture uses our sense of sight to invoke a mental or emotional reaction.

Leya’s vision journey is long and hard, filled with misdirection and blind spots. I hope that readers are able to connect with her experiences and, perhaps, see something of themselves in her character and accomplishments.”


Thank you so much for visiting the site and showing your support to this grand author. I encourage you to continue supporting Bonnie with likes, shares, and comments. We always appreciate your thoughts!

Until next time, lovelies………Happy Reading & Reviewing!!!

Meet A.M. Manay…

Hello, bloggers!!

I am pleased to welcome a very special guest today… RRBC’s “SPOTLIGHT” Author, A.M. Manay! This lady, Anne Margaret, is a super supportive member of our book club. She’s always eager to host others and shower them with support. She is so deserving of this hot seat and I do hope you’ll help me promote/support/celebrate this amazing author.

So, as always, please enjoy………


“The Mommy Novelist” by A.M. Manay

One of my primary roles in life is being mother to a 6-year-old boy.  Parenthood changes a person.  In my case, that parenthood was also particularly hard-won.  We adopted our son as a newborn after battling infertility.  I am especially grateful for my child and acutely conscious of my good fortune.  I suspect strongly that my mommyhood has influenced me both as a reader and as a writer, and it certainly served as the “push” to get me to start writing again.

We decided from the start that I would stay at home with our son.  I didn’t want to miss anything, and my chronic illness (Lupus) makes full-time work outside the home a dicey proposition, anyway.  But motherhood to a small child can be isolating, even boring.  When you spend all your time talking to a 2-year-old, you start to feel like your mind is turning to mush.  When this feeling began to depress me, I turned to writing.  Suddenly, my mental wheels were turning, and I had an emotional, artistic, and intellectual outlet.  Would I have rediscovered this passion were I still working a normal job?  I doubt it.

Having a child has also affected my taste in reading.  For example, I could not get through Hunger Games.  I could tell it was a great book, but I could not handle the idea of all those kids killing each other.  As soon as Rue was introduced, all I could think was, “I bet she dies first.  Nope.  Noooope.  Nopey, nope, nope.”  I can handle a kid being in some danger in a book, but with a new baby in the house and in my heart, I needed some confidence that things would turn out okay.  This has pretty much become a “no dead kids rule” as far as my “to be read” list is concerned.

This distaste for dead children carries over into my own work.  I made November turn 18 in the first few chapters of She Dies at the End (November Snow Book 1) because I didn’t want her to be going through all that drama as a child.  I made sure that Carlos, the only child in the book, though very much traumatized by the villain, is protected by all the other “good guy” characters.  (Spoiler alert— he doesn’t die.)  Even that was pushing my limits.  I know kids die in real life all the time.  I simply do not need to face that in my escapist fiction.

How does your parenthood or non-parenthood affect your own work or tastes?  I’d love to hear about it in the comments.


About the Author

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In addition to her work as an indie author of paranormal new adult fantasy, A.M. Manay is a former inner-city chemistry teacher, a singer, a yoga enthusiast, and a mother through domestic open adoption. She has a passion for increasing diversity in popular culture and for strong heroines who stand up for themselves, make their own decisions, and don’t depend on romance as their reason for being.

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