The Authors behind the Paige Maddison Series – @bicematheson

Hello, bloggers!

Happy Spring to you! I’m excited to welcome a new guest to my site today, Lee Bice-Matheson. BUT, there’s an added treat for you. Not only has Lee authored books solo, but she also co-authors books with her son. Kind of an awesome writing team, I think.  :)

Allow me to turn it over to today’s stars…


J.R. and me in Orillia TodayBIO:

Lee: I began my writing career as a storyteller, often weaving tales for our son, J.R. Matheson. My stories parlayed into a writing career that was united with J.R.’s creative imagination, as a mom-son writing team. It is my dream come true! I am proud to say we have coauthored Destiny’s Gate, Book Two, and Shine Your Light, Book Three. I am also the author of Wake Me Up Inside, Book One, in the Paige Maddison Series. It was the recipient of the Literacy Award from the Readers’ Advisory Panel, Orillia Public Library, and the Paige Maddison Series continues to be included in the Battle of the Books, Simcoe County. I am passionate about family, friendships, spirituality, and all it encompasses. I love spending time in nature and canoeing and portaging into Algonquin Park with my husband. My degrees are in Honours History, Master of Library & Information Science, both from Western University. I’ve worked in public, medical, and corporate libraries, and now I work proudly with my husband, Kevin, in our Chiropractic Clinic.

J.R.: I’ve been writing fantasy and horror since I was old enough to hold a pen. Collaborating on the Paige Maddison Series has reignited my passion for creative writing. When I’m not weaving tales with mom and coauthor, Lee Bice-Matheson, I can be found drowning in scientific publications and talking incessantly about my research at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health (CAMH) in Toronto, Ontario, where I’m a pharmacology PhD student. Some may claim that science and the creative arts are at odds, but I feel they are one and the same.

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Shine Your Light final sizeSHINE YOUR LIGHT, BOOK 3, PAIGE MADDISON SERIES, SYNOPSIS:

Paige Maddison is only 17 years old, but many know her spirit is ageless. She holds the gift of seeing beyond the layers of our reality, the courage to battle the evils that threaten to tear those layers apart, and the key to an ancient mystery that will decide the fate of the spirit realm, and our own, for another century.

In Shine Your Light, the third book of the Paige Maddison series, Paige finds herself precariously balanced between the mortal and spiritual realms, even while being haunted by events of the past. Surrounded by powerful allies, old and new, she discovers the true power of friendship―and the impact of its betrayal―as she faces her greatest challenge: the Prince of Darkness himself. The Ultimate Evil.

When a black moon looms over All Hallows’ Eve, and the battle for control of an ancient Grimoire threatens to destroy the world as we know it, Paige will be put to the test. Will love and goodness win the day? Will the strength and magic of her Celtic ancestry, the First Nations People, her Spirit Wolf family, or even divine intervention be enough to help her prevail?

Paige’s visions tell her that she is the Chosen One―chosen by fate, God, or perhaps the universe itself … but is she worthy? The ultimate battle between fallen angels, humanity, and the upperworld is about to be fought on Earth’s battlefield.

What if they’ve made the wrong choice?

UPON RELEASE, NOVEMBER 2016:

TOP 100 for TEENS & YOUNG ADULT GHOST STORIES for 5 WEEKS PLUS #2 HOT NEW RELEASE … ONE BEHIND STEPHENIE MEYER OF THE TWILIGHT SAGA 

Stephenie Meyer

As Seen on ‘Live’ TV: Daytime Simcoe, Barrie, Canada Host: Melissa Neuen January 13, 2017

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BOOK BLURBS:

Shine Your Light is a delightful and insightful novel… It beautifully describes the incredible adventures of the youthful Paige Maddison…wise beyond her years … she communes with the spirits of Archangels Michael and Raphael, King Solomon, Grey Owl, and even the dreaded Beelzebul! Paige is a well-rounded…the Nancy Drew of the realm of high spirits and dreams and visions. In my opinion, it is “a keeper.” John Robert Colombo, Author and Anthologist of over 200 books, Canada’s Master Gatherer

Shine Your Light is a unique blend of Biblical quest and supernatural adventure, as Paige Maddison experiences her spiritual awakening and joins forces with angels and shape-shifters to fight the most important battle of her life. A very enjoyable and deeply spiritual addition to the Paige Maddison series.  Philip Henry, Author and Film-maker

One of our Amazon Reviewers exemplifies our message in the novel:

“This inspiring story highlights how easy it can be to feel overwhelmed and succumb to negativity when we feel alone. The authors gracefully remind us that asking for guidance and support is not a weakness, but more importantly, takes courage and can help us stay grounded and truly let our LIGHT SHINE. I highly recommend this read!” 5*

AMAZON REVIEWER, KATY, SAYS: Where do I start? This book was so exciting and detailed from beginning to end! In Shine Your Light, authors Lee Bice-Matheson and J.R. Matheson pose the question: what would happen if one does not fulfill their destiny and allows darkness to prevail? This novel is electrifying, fast-paced and full of genuine emotion as it transcends matters such as self-doubt and evil. The authors explore and expose details from various sources allowing the reader to learn and grow alongside the heroine. We meet new characters who are gratifyingly developed, namely the villain who aided the plot in becoming the most thrilling and inspiring novel of the trilogy. Paige is transformed throughout her explorations and conquers all with the help of her gifts, angels, respected mentors, family and friends. I definitely had the chills in a few spots. The authors wrote from such a place of love and that jumped right off the page! They leave us with a final notion that we must trust our own instincts and ultimately come from a place of love. 5* October, 2016

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EXCERPT FROM SHINE YOUR LIGHT, BOOK 3, PAIGE MADDISON SERIES:

Snowflakes danced and swirled beyond the windowpane, capturing the sun’s rays, glistening like diamonds as they drifted, mesmerizing me as I stood by and watched without a care in the world. Mother Nature had trapped me tight within her grasp. I was drawn into her beauty and magnetic, overpowering energy. Snowflakes accumulated, forming small mounds and snow drifts, and I viewed the scene as if through the lens of time-lapse photography. I sensed danger was near, yet felt warm and peaceful inside. And then I sensed nothing at all.

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My instincts snapped me into a state of high alert as I searched carefully inside a dimly lit room, arms outstretched, hoping I wouldn’t bump into something and wound myself.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly and as my vision returned, images penetrated my consciousness. Eyesight sharpened, I spied a shimmering, oval, mahogany table with twelve handsomely crafted wooden chairs with etched frames and deep-cushioned red-velvet seats. The table caught the sunlight peeking in from beyond the dining room, through the kitchen window with its tiny panes of glass and lattice framing. It was of a time long ago.

I approached the back door and peeked out through a tall, narrow side window. I gasped as I spied a dense forest filled with 100-year-old pine, birch, oak, and black walnut trees all coexisting as one, their branches intertwined. Something seemed familiar about this place. I found my courage and it urged me to continue exploring my new surroundings. I passed through a low-set hallway and noticed two bedrooms across from one another. Each room contained twin beds, and I assumed the children’s room was the one with colourful quilts adorned with patches of birds and animals.

There were carvings in that particular room which drew me in. One carving was of a beaver, another was of a moose, and the third a wolf’s head. It was much larger than the others, and it captured my attention, as the wolf was a kindred spirit to me. I ran my fingers along its nose and felt the etching on its face, wondering who had created this beautiful work of art.

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PERSONAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS:  Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to our supporters and book buying readers of the Paige Maddison Series. We wouldn’t be continuing this journey if it wasn’t for you. Also to our new readers, we hope you enjoy Paige’s spiritual awakening. We want people to ‘shine their light’ in the world we live in and we’ve been told our books help many to see ‘the light.’ Please leave honest and constructive reviews for any of your favourite authors on Goodreads, Amazon, Google Play, Barnes and Noble, or any online bookstore. It is one of the main ways to give feedback to help authors understand how their work is being received or how it could be tweaked to make it better.

LINKS:

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My Paranormal Life…

Feelings of being constantly watched. Noises and bumps through the night. Shimmers of a shadow across the hall. Many have experienced it. Most are too scared to let anyone else know.

Not me. No, I’m here to share my story with you. The real story, the truth.

For me, the cycle is never-ending. It never stops. I don’t even think that’s a possibility…

It all started one night, as a teenager, when I was home alone. I was doing my usual thing, researching on the computer. (Even back then, I was a nerd for computer work.) Enjoying some quiet time. The topic of research is irrelevant. What is important is what I saw.

That night, so long ago, I had my first glimpse into the paranormal world when a shadow crossed the far wall. It was a large shadow, but the shape was undeniable. It was very human-like, even in its movement. Yet at that young age, I wasn’t afraid. Instead, I was curious. I tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for what I saw. Perhaps a shadow from my desk lamp? Or a reflection from the window? But nothing had the same effect. What I saw could simply not be explained.

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From that day, I was a believer. From that day, my eyes were opened to a new world. And there’s no going back.

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Fast forward 15 or so years and the activity, the odd occurrences have increased with each passing year. Recently, it was brought to my attention that I could be a sensitive and the more I think about it, the more I feel that’s true. Since that first incident, that first unexplainable shadow, I’ve been able to hear, see, and feel things that others can’t. And as I get older, the feelings have gotten more intense, more noticeable.

Let’s reflect back to the earlier part of last year.

Things began as usual in a new home, with little noises here and there. The typical squeaks and creaks… Only these seemed to be more frequent than any I’ve previously heard. And louder.

On this one particular day, I was home alone when I saw movement in the room directly across from me. It was an orb. A solid, white orb, the size of a football. Similar shape, too. It moved quickly across the floor and just as quickly, disappeared, but I knew what I had witnessed. I even ran a few tests, trying to debunk what I had witnessed. (Just because I’m a believer, doesn’t mean I jump straight to every weird and unusual thing being a paranormal entity. I’m still a realist.) Despite my efforts, I couldn’t make it happen. I wasn’t able to recreate what I had saw minutes before.

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After that short moment and encounter with something unknown, the activity increased even more. The noises became louder, more frequent and more definite. I even caught the occasional glimpse of what I thought could only be another orb, but nothing quite like that first one. Nothing could compare to that one.

I wasn’t the only one that witnessed these occurrences, although there were a lot of incidents where I was the only observer.

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Allow me to share one more story with you…

There was this one night, where it got serious for the better half. We were fast asleep and had been for a few hours probably. Between the two of us, I’m the light sleeper. This particular night, though, he was awakened by the sound of someone being in the kitchen. The sounds were distinctive. There was definite commotion coming from the direction of that room. He was so sure of what he had heard, that there was, in fact, an intruder in our home, that he grabbed his pistol and went to investigate. Of course, I stayed on his tail as we walked the path to the kitchen. We found nothing. Absolutely no evidence of someone being there. Doors were still locked. Windows were secure. There was nothing out of place. Once relieved of finding no intruder, we returned to bed and fell fast asleep.

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So there you have it. The latest details of my crazy life of unknown happenings. Want to read more? Stick around, it’s always an adventure! And, boy, do have a lot of stories to share with you!

Until next time…………………… Love & Blessings!!

 

 

Author’s Note:  The images attached to this post are not of my own. They are simply used as an example. Thanks goes to Google Images.

Introducing #Author Fiona Glass – @F_Glass_Author

Good morning, bloggers!

I am so happy to see you on this beautiful day! (Even if it’s an unfortunate day outside, you can still greet the day with the most positive attitude! ;)  )

Today, I have a lovely guest for you to meet, Fiona Glass. If you enjoy spooky reads and things of the supernatural world, then you’re going to enjoy what she has to share…


 

If Heyer did horror…?

You could say Georgette Heyer is one of my guilty pleasures. These days she’s not rated as highly as many other writers of her generation, either for her Regency romances or her crime novels. Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers are far more likely to be raved over; Heyer seems to have rather fallen through the cracks.

But I’ve always loved her books, and have read dozens over the years. And whilst I lapped up both the romances (Frederica, These Old Shades) and the more serious crime like Penhallow, my absolute favourites are actually some of her more lighthearted books, like Why Shoot a Butler, Death in the Stocks, and in particular, Footsteps in the Dark.

All of these are full of breathless action, sarcastic characters, flippant humour, numerous interwoven plot threads, and sheer fun. Although they still have a strong crime element, they mostly lack the psychological themes of her darker crime books. And Footsteps in the Dark, in particular, is a riot, with a sinister baddie called The Monk, lots of dashing around in secret passages, and even – you guessed it! – spooky footsteps in the dark.

In Heyer’s case the book veers away from actual supernatural to a more logical outcome. But when I started writing Got Ghosts? a couple of years ago, I wanted to capture that same zany, breathless sense of madcap action and fun. In my book there really are ghosts, lots of them in fact, who inhabit an ancient English manor house called Greystones Hall, and act as unofficial guardians to its young artist owner Emily. But when a TV company come to film those ghosts, their resident medium stirs up something she shouldn’t, and chaos ensues. It’s not so much lights – camera – action, as lights – camera – inaction, as everyone bumps into something scary and all of them try to run away in different directions at once!

Even though my plot involves the sort of Gothic horror Heyer herself never went in for, I’m hoping I managed to bring some of her wonderful quirky atmosphere to my ‘haunted house’ story. You could say it’s my tribute to her, for giving me so many happy hours reading her books over the years.

If you’ve never read Footsteps in the Dark I can thoroughly recommend it, as long as you park your disbelief at the door. And if you’d like more information on Got Ghosts? then please head to my website where I have a whole page with the full blurb, an excerpt, links to various guest (ghost?) blog posts, and of course, that all-important information on where you can buy a copy!

And a big thank you to Marlena for giving me the opportunity to waffle on about myself, and making me feel so welcome.

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Fiona_teaFiona lives within stone-throwing distance (never a good idea in Glass houses…) of England’s largest lake. When she isn’t being a pane in the glass, she writes dark contemporary and paranormal fiction. This is mostly in the shape of short stories, but she’s also had two paranormal romance novels and two novellas published so far. Her latest book, Got Ghosts?, a ghostly romp involving a TV production crew in a haunted English manor house, has just been published by Fox Spirit Books. You can find Fiona lurking on the internet at her website or Twitter. Please come and say hello!

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Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke – @pursoot

Hello, bloggers!

Welcome to another wonderful week! I hope your weekend was exactly what you planned on it being, whether that be busy or relaxing or somewhere in between.  :)

Today, I have the pleasure of welcoming Author Suzanne Burke to my site. This lovely lady is quite versatile with her writing and I couldn’t be happier to share her story with my awesome readers.

Enjoy…


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Hello, everyone! Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke, coming to you from the Land of Oz.

Suzanne Burke moved from the beautiful harbor city of Sydney Australia and took the journey hundreds of miles west of the Blue Mountains to the small University Town of Bathurst, earlier this year.

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Suzanne lives with her daughter and small grandson enjoying life in the serenity of this small country community.

Suzanne had long wanted to write, life interrupted and she didn’t begin her journey into the world of writing until she was in her early fifties.

Suzanne has written her memoirs under the author name of Stacey Danson, both her non-fiction books have ranked in the top 100 paid in Kindle on Amazon. “Empty Chairs” and “Faint Echoes of Laughter” continue to earn wonderful reviews.

Suzanne writes her powerful Thrillers “Acts Beyond Redemption” and “Acts of Betrayal” and her Paranormal anthology “Mind-Shaft” as S. Burke.
Although Suzanne now needs a wheelchair to go beyond her own home, her imagination still runs wild and free.

WELCOME TO MY FIRST VENTURE INTO THE WORLD OF THE PARANORMAL.

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An Anthology of Paranormal short stories. An eclectic and exciting mix of Thriller, Romance, Supernatural, Horror and terrifying Suspense.

Sisterly LoveParanormal Horror. After the tragic murder/suicide of her parents, Pippa, at just Nineteen-years of age, finds herself taking on the full responsibility for raising her fifteen-year-old sister, Emma. Emma is … more than just a little different. The body count is increasing. Nothing and no one is as they seem.

Halloween Homecoming … Paranormal Supernatural. A Halloween party is the perfect venue for serving justice on the menu. Leighton Caulfield and his Lawyer are about to get their just desserts. In a way that nobody is prepared for.

A Place So ColdParanormal Suspense. Children are missing! Time is running out. Can the stranger from Australia lead the rescuers to them in time?

SpinParanormal Thriller. Doctor Cameron Christopher is concerned that his patient Holly Daniels is caught in a downward spiral into complex Dissociative Disorder. Using Hypnotherapy he takes her back to explore when the nightmares began. Nothing in his experience as a Psychiatrist prepared him for what lay dormant … and waiting.

The Director’s CutParanormal Romance beyond time. Award-winning Director, Christopher Manning is searching for far more than a location for his next blockbuster. The emptiness that has permeated his entire life is crying out for resolution. Join him as he seeks the answers.

Mind-ShaftParanormal Supernatural. Victoria Denton served revenge swiftly and without mercy. Her future happiness seems assured. If only the past would remain where it should.

Here for your enjoyment is a brief excerpt from “Sisterly Love” Story 1.

Here’s the scenario … Paranormal Horror. After the tragic murder/suicide of her parents, Pippa, at just Nineteen-years of age, finds herself taking on the full responsibility for raising her fifteen-year-old sister, Emma. Emma is … more than just a little different. The body count is increasing. Nothing and no one is as they seem.

We enter the story midway as FBI Special Agent Frank Revello speaks to nineteen-year-old Pippa Freeman, regarding 5 Missing children …

The phone rang, startling both of us.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Pippa Freeman, please?”

“Speaking.”

“Miss Freeman, its Special Agent Frank Revello, FBI. Do you remember, I’m the …?”

“Yes, yes I remember who you are. What is it you want?”

“I’d like to stop by and ask you and your sister a few more questions. Is that convenient for you at the moment?”

“Well—no, I mean, well …yes, you can see me, but Emma is too distressed. I don’t think it’s wise to disturb her at the moment.”

“Ah, so you have heard the news?”

“I only caught some of it, and I have told Emma, of course.”

“Yes, of course. I would still appreciate you talking with me. Can we do that?”

“Very well, um—sure come on over.”

Celia was clearly intrigued, “Who was that, honey?”

“Um, that was the guy that the FBI had here when the kids started to go missing, he wants to talk to me.”

“Why on earth, why, would he want to talk to you?”

“I’m not sure, Celia, but he’s on his way over, I think I’ll have another drink.”

“Whoa, honey, do you think that’s such a good idea?”

“Why not?”

“Well, you might like to keep your wits about you if this FBI person is gonna be askin’ you questions.”

“I’ve got nothing to hide, Celia.”

“Fine—if you’re certain. I’m gonna head into town, pick up a few things we need at the store. Anything’ you want me to get, honey?”

“No. No, thanks.”

Celia grabbed her purse and car keys, and I fixed myself another drink, much smaller this time.

I hurried into my parent’s bedroom. I removed what I needed and wrapped it carefully in my handkerchief. I needed to be prepared.

I wandered out to the front porch and sat on the swing-seat. I didn’t have to wait very long. A black SUV pulled up in front, agent Revello climbed out and walked up the drive.

“Good evening, Ms. Freeman.”

“Call me Pippa, please.”

“Um—is there someplace we can sit, and talk in private—Pippa?”

“Sure, I’m sorry; my manners aren’t exactly perfect these days. Please come in, we can talk in the study. Can I get you a coffee or something cool to drink?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

We walked through the living room and out to the study, I had not spent much time in this room since my parents’ deaths, this is where they had died. Even though it had been completely re-done, it still felt somehow wrong to be in here.

“This is where your sister found them, isn’t it?”

“How do you know, about my folks I mean?”

“We had to look at anything out of the ordinary, anything that occurred in this town, around the same time as the disappearances, began. I am very sorry for your loss.”

“Oh, oh yes. Thank you. I guess that makes sense. But, why do you need to talk now?”

“I’ll be straight with you; this investigation is fast becoming a one-way track. Nothing we have makes any sense, so, I’m clutching at straws here. We still have three missing teenagers, and the chance of finding any of them alive is diminishing fast.”

“Look, I understand that … I just don’t know how you think either Emma or I can help.”

“Like I said, I’m reaching, I’m going to tell you things that have been kept out of the newspapers; I believe strongly that your younger sister may have some knowledge that could help us. At least I hope so.”

My gut clenched and I felt sick, I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I didn’t want my own fears confirmed. Yet I remained silent and nodded at him to proceed. It was time.

“All the kids vanished, without exception, from their own homes. Best guess is between midnight and 4.00 am. Two of those homes had expensive alarm systems, they were turned off, from inside the home.

“These young people weren’t taken unwillingly. They all appeared to be on their way to somewhere. Somewhere important enough for them to steal money from their parents, pack clothing, and leave without a word.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. I know these kids; they wouldn’t do something like that. Especially not stealing from their folks, I can’t believe that!”

“I know it’s totally out of character, for each of them. But, these are not suppositions, Ms. Freeman. These are facts.”

“Does anyone but their folks know this stuff?”

“Not until now, we kept it out of the papers and their folks won’t say a word if it means we can find these kids.

“When I say it’s out of character, I mean exactly that. These teenagers weren’t rebellious. They were all low achievers scholastically. They all were considered outsiders at school, none of them were popular, or sports-oriented.”

“Why the hell are you telling me all this stuff? Just how do you think I can help in any way?”

“I’m not sure you can, but let me tell you a little more of what we’ve discovered. Okay?.

What else could I do? I nodded my consent.

“As I mentioned, these kids were not popular, but it was the one thing they all dreamed of being. Without exception, they all used the internet, and they had rich fantasy lives online. So, we, of course, can’t be certain how much of what we have recovered is purely their fantasy. A fabricated persona they have invented online to achieve popularity.

“However, no one’s fantasy can be expected to be exactly like any other. Not in detail. There is a link; it may be nothing. But, God help me … it’s all we have.”

“Go on.”

“What we are certain of now, is, that around two weeks or so before each disappearance, people noticed a change in each of them; not earth-shattering stuff, small changes, but noticeable ones. They were happier, laughed more, went out more, and didn’t lock themselves away with the internet as much as they had been doing.

“In short, something had changed, school teachers noticed it, but as it didn’t affect their levels of ability nothing was thought of it at the time.

“Their parents seemed to feel that is was young love, or they had grown out of a stage and were just growing up a little. In every case, their folks were relieved at the change.

“We could find no connection. No common interests, no shared meetings. Nothing, until now.”

“Why—what’s happened? What have you found?”

“Two things. Firstly, they each used the same name for someone that they had either recently met, or someone that they had limited contact with prior to this time.

“They all called this…person, ‘Angel-eyes.’” He began ticking points off on his long fingers.

“Secondly, one of the kids kept an old-fashioned diary, pen, and paper, not online. The parents found it by accident, in a box at the bottom of the closet. Real names are not used. Please understand that. However, for the first time, we have a physical description of our person of interest.

“We have a couple of entries that don’t make sense, but I’ll read them to you, all I’m asking is that you listen—okay?”

I wanted to scream. No! I wanted to beg him to leave, but I couldn’t. It was past time for me to be certain.

I whispered, “Okay.”

“Thank you, here is the first entry.

January 26th. My Angel-eyes, spoke to me today, I can’t fuckin’ believe it. She spoke to me, and smiled … at me! Me … the geek! Man, it was great! I didn’t know what to say. What if this was some sort of joke? Like, you know, the popular kids can be cruel sometimes. I’m not sure, ‘cause she didn’t say much. She looked right inside me, into me, you know, and she said, “Why, Jimmy, I do believe you have grown. When did you get to be so cute?”

Or at least, I think she said it … Don’t matter any, I’m gonna dream about her smile and those eyes. I ain’t never seen eyes the color of a hot summer sky before, they are like palest, pale blue … and hair black as night, long and wavy, man she’s good on the eyes, and she noticed … me! Angel-eyes, spoke to old geeky me!

January 27th. She did it again; I wish somebody had been close by, so I can be sure I didn’t dream it. Because I ain’t sure, maybe I wanted it too much. I heard her voice. But it was like inside my head … no, that’s dumb! I mean she said the words, ‘ceptin’ her lips didn’t move, but I heard her clear. She said, ‘I’ll come for you. We need to be together. Soon—Jimmy—soon’. My Angel-eyes is so beautiful. She barely reaches my shoulder; she’s just so tiny and perfect.

February 3rd. Man, it’s so bad … Molly Franklin is missin’. Oh, man! Poor kid, she’s a little thing, quiet, like a mouse; she just disappeared like the others, nobody’s sayin’ how! She was just gone … that’s number five. What’s happenin’ in this town? FBI dudes are all over this place lookin’ and askin’ questions, man, it’s bad. My Angel-eyes says don’t worry, cause they are safe. Just like, she knows for sure, and she smiles, funny like. She visits with me every night now in her secret way. I love her so much; she says we’ll be together soon now. I have to get me some money, slowly like, so nobody knows it’s gone. This is so excitin’, and she wants me to be the first one, you know, her first man! I can hardly breathe I love her so much, my Angel-eyes!

February 14th Valentine’s day. “Angel-eyes says it has gotta be tonight, she can’t wait no more for me to be her man.

“The damn clock is so slow, I gotta meet her when everyone is sleepin’, and bring the money I been stealin’ so we can be together. I can’t wait, she came last night—in her secret way; and we just were together in that place.

“But tonight she is gonna be just mine. All mine.”

“Who, who wrote this? Which of the children?” Pippa asked.

“It was young Jimmy Dillon,

“Jimmy Dillon disappeared on the night of February 14th. He left his home after turning off the burglar alarm. His folks estimated there was about $1000.00 missing from the safe. He had no car, no license, and some of his clothes were gone as well. We haven’t found any trace of him. Until yesterday.”

“No!—Not Jimmy—it was him, that you found?”

“What was left of him. The only way we can positively identify the remains is with DNA. His folks have identified a birthmark on the torso. Please understand whoever is responsible for this is sick, and dangerously so. I will tell you just how sick—the body was mutilated. He was decapitated. Both arms and legs had been hacked off. The torso had in excess of 120 stab wounds. Preliminary workup indicates that four different types of knives were used.”

I sensed Emma’s presence before she walked into the room.

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I know! I’m mean aren’t I? Here’s where to go, if you’d like to read more:

Suzanne Burke AUTHOR PAGE AMAZON.COM
Mind-Shaft on AMAZON.COM
Twitter for Suzanne Burke @pursoot
Suzanne Burke on FACEBOOK


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Meet Author, Bonnie Ferrante – Book Excerpt

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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.


BONNIE
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.”


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