Nicole, Simone: Ahead of the Darkness



Release Date – March 2014


It has been a long, long time since I’ve seen your little face, chérie. Not once did you visit. That really hurt; after all, it was thanks to you I was convicted. That’s not something you forget.

I thought it was time— a visit was due. Seeing as you wouldn’t come to me, I thought it only right I come to you. Sadly, you weren’t home, but your furry feline was more than accommodating . . .

I’ll be seeing you soon, mon chérie. I’ll always find you . . .

For six years, a letter has dictated Amelia’s future. She’s running from a past that refuses to stop, always trying to get one step ahead. Amelia is clever and resilient, and refuses to slip up.

Relying only on herself, she’ll be anything and anyone she needs to survive. But everyone slips up . . . eventually. You can’t always stay ahead of the darkness.

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Self-confessed chocoholic and undiagnosed crazy person, Simone can be found climbing Himalayan mountaintops like a ninja, sky diving backwards and rubbing shoulders with billionaires. She is also full of crap, but can read backwards and upside down. Simone loves all things Disney and alcoholic, and is rarely seen not reading, writing or wearing lipstick, usually of the red variety.

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Little, Candy Ann: Murder of an Oil Heiress



Murder of an Oil Heiress


The Texas sun isn’t the only thing that is scorching hot. Mallory Dillingham is beautiful, successful and primed to take over the family oil business when her father is ready to retire. However, that isn’t soon enough for the billionaire heiress. She wants it all. And, she wants it now. Mallory will stop at nothing to get what she wants, including seduction, lying and blackmail.

Joseph Barnes has stepped into her slippery trap. Can he find a way out before his evil sister-in-law destroys his marriage to Sarah? Will the Dillingham family be able to survive the destruction caused by her devious plot?

Love, betrayal, forgiveness and the bonds of family are all intertwined. This story deals with the complicated lives of the Dillingham family and the people caught in the crossfire. As Mallory wages war on everyone, innocent people pay the price.

Available 12th November via InknBeans Press, or Candy Ann’s site.


Genre: Mystery
ISBN13: 9780957466234
Published: November 12th 2013 by InkNBeans Publishing


meet-the-authorIt is my pleasure to interview Candy Ann Little, author of Murder of an Oil Heiress. Welcome to Room With Books, Candy Ann. First let me give you a little background on Candy Ann.


Candy-Ann-Little-sqCandy Ann Little grew up in a small town in Ohio. She now resides in Michigan with her husband, two adult kids and 4 cats. She began writing in the aftermath of tragedy – her third child was stillborn. The nurse suggested keeping a journal to cope with the grief. Although she thought it a dumb idea at the time, she soon found a freedom and healing that only writing brought.

Eventually that pain and sorrow turned into her first Inspirational romance, Unforgiving Ghosts. Since then she has finished 2 more inspirational romances. Her historical romance The Unwilling Bride was published in 2011. She has also tried writing in the genre of mystery, including a novella, Death By Broken Heart, and her first full length novel, Murder of an Oil Heiress. Candy Ann finds it therapeutic putting her thoughts into the words and action of her characters. She also finds that discipline is the biggest lesson learned in her writing life.

When she isn’t busy writing, you can find her subbing in the public schools, or helping with church activities. Her favorite things to do are reading, cooking, baking and doing crafts.

  1. Tell me a little about Murder of an Oil Heiress and what inspired you to write it?  Murder of an Oil Heiress is based on a dream I had one night. In the dream it was me but, of course I didn’t look like me. In the dream I was sleeping with my sister’s husband, blackmailing my brother, and locked the family computer up so my dad was mad at me. When I woke up my first thought was, Oh no, I’m turning into Susan Lucci. LOL!! But then I realized I had enough of a plot to outline a mystery. So I changed the family computer to a family business and looked for names for my characters.
  2.  When you start writing do you usually have the story outlined or do your characters dictate what will happen?  I have to outline. I need to know where the plot is going in order to get my charters there.
  3. Have you ever had arguments with your characters and who usually wins?  Yes. Not so much in Murder of an Oil Heiress, but with my historical romance, The Unwilling Bride, I argued with Caitlin about the ending of the book. She won and because I listened to her, I’m now working on a second book, The Unwanted Bride.
  4. If you could write with any other author who would it be and why?  I’d pick Mary Higgins Clark because I like how she writes aspects of the characters personal life and love life mixed in with the murder. She always writes in a more simple style, which I tend write too.
  5. When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?  An elementary school teacher.
  6. When did you decide to write and what prompted you to start?  Sixteen years ago I had a stillborn daughter. The nurse suggested I start writing a journal to help with the grieving process. After a few years, I decided to turn my emotions into a novel. I wanted to put my thoughts and emotions in book form, but wasn’t ready for a non-fiction book. The romance was a great way to have my character go through everything I did, yet it wasn’t as close and personal. I was able to achieve some distance. Unforgiving Ghosts is my first novel and the most personal to me.
  7. What music inspires your writing?  I tend to listen to a lot of love songs, both soft rock and country. I also listen to Christian groups.

Fun Facts:

What is your favorite breakfast?  I tend to like all breakfast foods. I sometimes make breakfast for supper.

What is your favorite color?  Emerald Green

What is your favorite movie?  Phantom of the Opera, of course this is a theater play. So for a straight movie I’d pick Sommersby. Although I felt a stiffness between Jodi Foster & Richard Gere, I felt that Gere pulled off his character so expertly that I could overlook the tension. It also had a surprise ending which made me sad and happy at the same time.

What is your dream car (details please)?  I want a red Mustang, an older version like 60’s or early 70’s.

I was also blessed with the inclusion of a very special blog post from Candy-Ann and I am privileged to share it with you here.

Peace After the Storm


By: Candy-Ann Little


Looking across the lush lawn, I notice some yellow and orange mums, their bright cheery colors a strong contrast to the cold, gray stone they surround. In the distance I notice four bushes strategically planted in front of a white fence. The fence and flowers are the only colors that break up the greens of the grass and trees.


In the thick patch of trees, at the edge of the property, I hear the birds, tree frogs, locusts and crickets chirping their songs, lifting their tune in unison to their Creator. I also listen to the happy humming of the bees as they flit around the flowerbed.


The rustling of the leaves, produced by the gentle wind, soothes my soul. Amazed, I watch as the branches dance, stretching their arms toward the sun in a gesture of praise. The large yellow ball brightens the blue sky, reaching down with its warmth, gently caressing my skin.


This inspiring, peaceful day brings a song to my heart and praise to my God. My spirit dances with joy as I delight in another beautiful summer day.  Strange how my feelings differ greatly from the first time I set foot here.  


Although it has been many years, I still remember the bitter wind whipping about, chilling me to the bone. The dreary fog not only settled around the cemetery, but also rooted itself deep into my heart. Bitterness and sorrow whirled inside of me like the storm clouds swirling in the sky that day. Rain drops pelted against my face as if nature herself grieved. These physical indications served only to reinforce the misery I felt while burying my baby girl.


As I stood in this very spot saying good-bye to a daughter I never got to know – her life taken away before her tiny body even entered the world, I wondered if there would ever be sunshine, peace or love in my life again.


Thankfully, as I sit here all these years later, the pain and sorrow dimmed, I can answer with certainty — yes! 


What could possibly make the pain and sorrow lessen? Life in general. It rolls on, stopping for nothing. The strong winds shift and change causing you to turn in directions you didn’t want to go. Directions you never would have dreamed possible. As hard as it may be, life does go on and you to either race behind it, trying to catch up, or roll along with it.


I stand in here in warm sunshine, feeling happy, peaceful and full of excitement. My life on a crazy course I would never have chosen, but a course that God has laid before me. Like the majestic beauty He created in the world, He’s creating my life also, using both good and bad events. Who would have thought that that the death of my daughter would lead me to this day?


How could I have foreseen that all my pain and grief would turn me into a writer? That I’d have 3 self published novels, and today, have signed on with a small press to publish my fourth book – also my first mystery – Murder of an Oil Heiress.


After the raging storms have calmed, the sky clears, and the sun peeks out. I can look back over the years and say there is most definitely peace after the storm!


Thank you, Candy Ann, for taking the time to sit down and talk with me about your writing, especially during the Official Release Tour of Murder of an Oil Heiress, and for sharing so openly with me and my readers here on Room With Books.






Mallory brushed her hair behind her ears then placed the silver brush on the vanity. It had been two weeks since she’d visited the work site, and four weeks since Joseph had made love to her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Wanting him filled her days and consumed her nights. Hopefully, the note she sent with her maid would make him come to her.

Just as the thought formed in her mind, a knock boomed on her door. She jumped, then, smiled. He’d come to her. One more time.

“Come in,” she played coy.

The door opened with a thud. “What in the blazes do you think you’re doing?” He held up the note. “Don’t you ever threaten me!” He crumbled it up and threw it on the floor. “I’m no servant to be summoned at your disposal.”

“Oh, Joseph, I don’t think of you as a servant.” She stood, her sheer, white gown, floating to the floor. “I believe you are so much more.” Her husky voice filled the room, which seemed to shrink in size as she walked closer. “You’re my lover,” she barely whispered the words. “That’s a big difference.”

“Stop it.” Joe pushed her back a few steps. “Whatever you think is going to happen, isn’t. Get that through your thick skull.”

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’ve never been one to take no for an answer.” She brushed against him.

Joe grabbed her wrists. “You’re going to take it now.” He pushed her away. “I’m not drunk enough to fall into bed with you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” She smiled, her red lips emitting doom.

“Stay away from me, and Sarah.”

“I hear poor Sarah isn’t feeling well.” Mallory pouted.

“Her blood pressure is a little high, that’s all.”

“Really? I heard she has to be on bed rest as much as possible.” A red painted nail tapped the corner of her mouth. “I wonder how finding out that her husband cheated on her will affect the baby?”

“Mallory, what do you want from me?”

“I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear on that.” She stepped closer.

“And, I’ve made myself clear.” He put his hands on her shoulders, halting her progress. “It will never happen again.”

Mallory laughed. “We’ll see.” She walked over to the closet, opened the door and put a DVD in the player.

Joe stood, horrified as images of him and Mallory appeared on the screen. She’d just tossed him a package and he ripped it open with his teeth. “I’ll put them on and take them off.” The words made him feel weak. The images made him want to vomit.

Mallory smiled at his reaction. “I have the whole night on tape. We can watch every moment and relive it.” She stepped closer, carefully judging his mood. He seemed mad enough to strangle her. “Perhaps Sarah would enjoy it.”

“Stop it.” Joe yelled, tears filling his eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

“I want you, Joseph. And, I always get what I want.” She brushed up against him. “That was the best night of my life. We can have it again.”

Joe stood, transfixed, watching the screen. What had gotten into him that night? He’d drunk too much before and never wound up making such a mistake. “I can’t do that again.”

“Oh, yes you can.” She kissed his neck. “Or, I’ll have to show this to Sarah.”

“No.” Tears streamed down his face. “It’ll destroy her.”

Mallory brushed her chest up against him like a dog in heat. “Then make love to me again.”


“Yes.” She kissed his lips. “I want to feel your hands all over my body.” She took his hands, brushing them across her chest.

Joe watched as her nipples hardened beneath the thin material. He could feel the heat from her body. He hated how his body reacted to her.

“Kiss me, Joseph.” Her husky voice floated around him, drowning him in sorrow. “Touch me.” She squeezed his hands around her nearly naked breasts. “Make love to me.” She captured his lips with hers. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

“That could be dangerous.” He pictured his hands strangling her thin, white neck.

“Anger can hold just as much passion as love.” She kissed him, sealing his fate.



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Davis, Cheryl: Cora’s Kismet



Life was bad enough for twins, Cora and Viola Daniels, when suddenly their world was turned upside down.

When Liam Anderson shows up to save Cora and Viola from their situation, and to bring them back into their true family fold, Cora knows that there’s something special about him.

As she and her twin are being chased down by their, now former, guardians, Cora is finding out more and more about herself that she knew nothing about. Suddenly, they have loving parents, bound powers and a prophecy to fulfill, but first they have to find their soul mates that will help them through it all. All of this has to take place before their 18th birthday, which is only six months away.

Racing against time and deadly enemies, will Cora find her mate in Liam, or will all be lost? Will she be able to find herself in this new world and make it to the ceremony that will restore her powers, or will their enemies win, putting the world’s future at stake?

“Who are you?” Cora asked after they’d been sitting there for a few minutes.
“My name is Liam,” he replied.
“Liam,  I’m Cora and that’s my sister, Viola.”
“I  know,” Liam told her.
“How  do you know who we are and where we live?” Cora asked. She knew that she should  have known he would know who they were, since he’d been in their room looking for them, and had known who Patrick and Anna were, but adrenaline was making her thoughts scattered.
“You will get answers to your questions Cora, just not now. Right now we have to focus on getting where we’re going, without Patrick catching us. I need you to
trust me for now, so I can concentrate on protecting you and Viola,” Liam bit out, a little impatient. He wanted to explain things but knew that if he did, he’d be in deep trouble. It was not his place. He had his orders. Oh, but for her, he wanted to defy his orders and answer her questions. He wanted to soothe away the stress lines that had formed on her beautiful face.
“You keep saying that. It’s getting on my nerves. I have no reason to trust or believe you. Why should I?” Cora responded. Her nerves were wound tight and it
was evident in her voice.
“I know you don’t, yet, but you’re going to have to,” Liam responded, with a calmness that he wasn’t feeling. She was beginning to irritate him and the urge to tranq her, like they’d done with Viola, was getting stronger by the minute, but the attraction that he felt for her kept him from harming her in any way.

“Don’t even think about it!” Cora exclaimed a bit louder than she’d wanted to.

Liam’s head snapped around to look at her. His eyes narrowed while he studied her. There was no way that she was in his head. “Think about what?”
“Doing to me what you did to Viola,” Cora responded with an angry glare in his direction. “I could see it written all over your face that you were considering
it and I won’t let you.”
“Care to tell me how you are going to stop me if I decide that I’m going to?” Liam asked with slight amusement, that he didn’t feel, lacing his voice. How did she
do that? He knew that he’d kept his face blank.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. Now, since there’s no sign of Patrick, can we go?” Cora asked getting impatient. All of a sudden she felt the need to move before
something bad happened.

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Cheryl Davis is a wife and stay at home mother to two sons and two daughters who grew up in Akron, OH and eventually settled down on the Central Coast of California. She’s always had a love of reading and had a creative spark inside of her. She’s very active in arts & crafts. Creating things and stories is a huge part of who she is as a person.
Cheryl’s always had a bug to want to tell the stories of the characters that were always churning around inside of her head but never really thought that she’d be able to get those stories out into the world until she found indie publishing. The more research that she did, the more the idea to actually give her characters their spotlights grew until she just had to write.
Cora’s Kismet is her first novel ever written and published and holds a very special place in her heart. She’s currently working on a short story for an upcoming anthology that she’s a part of that ties into The Twin Destinies Saga as well as book two in the Saga and the first book in a whole new series.


Pamela Ann: Fixated on You, A Torn Series Novel


Emma Anderson’s career was thriving. Her personal life too—but she knew—it was all a ticking time bomb until everything blows up. What happens then? 

Even if his relationship with Emma was going great, Bass Cole still had a long way to go to make amends after the grief he’d caused Emma last year. No matter what the future held for them, he knew one thing—Emma owned his heart. But will his love enough to fight the odds? 

Losing the one woman he wanted more than anything, Carter Mason wasn’t ready to move on—or let her go. Even though he and Emma remained friends, deep inside, he longed and hoped to be have her all to himself. He knew that Bass’s doom was looming and he’d make sure he’d be there for Emma. 

Both wanted the same woman. 
Both loved her to distraction. 
Both made gargantuan mistakes to hurt her. 
After all, didn’t they say it was all fair in LOVE and WAR?
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Carlton, Demelza: Water & Fire

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Water and Fire Cover 15-9-2013A steamy contemporary medical romance involving a sexy doctor, a naughty nurse, a midwife on a mission and a mysterious predator in Albany, Western Australia.

Working as a student midwife in an Australian country hospital is never easy, but Belinda finds more trouble than most.

There’s the intern doctor who follows her around like an overgrown puppy, the dangerous local wildlife and her own secrets she must keep. When she finds herself without a place to live, what else can possibly go wrong?

Or is it time for something to go right?


He caught me staring. “Have you never seen a man with hair on his chest before?” he asked testily.

I didn’t know what to say. “Not the colour of fire, no,” I said finally.

He relented. “Back home in Ireland, it’s supposed to be good luck to rub a man’s red hair, like a leprechaun.” He saw my confusion. “A sort of mythical creature.” He took a step closer to me, still shirtless. “Go on.”

I was reluctant to touch the man at all, let alone his strange chest hair, but the hope of better luck for the future got the better of me. Besides, I felt I might offend him if I spurned his offer.

I stretched a hand out, lightly stroking the wiry orange hair trailing down his stomach. He pulled away, doubling over. I drew my hand back.

“That tickles,” he apologised. His expression turned to a broad smile. “Now, your turn.”

It took me a moment to understand what he meant. “But I don’t have any chest hair and it wouldn’t be red, even if I did.”

His smile turned cheeky as he continued. “No chest hair? You expect me to believe that? You must have some insulation, not to have frozen solid in the wind out on the boat today.”

I shook my head. “None. Even if I did, it would be too fair to bring you any luck.”

I looked away and refilled our whiskey glasses so I didn’t have to look at him. I gulped the contents of mine down as quickly as I could.

“Go on.” His eyes held a challenge. He turned his back to me and picked up the poker, shifting the logs in the fire to burn better.

The man was a doctor. How many chests had he seen in the course of his profession? What was one more? I shrugged and pulled my t-shirt off. My frozen fingers had been too cold to fasten a bra earlier in the day, so my chest was now as bare as his.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God!” His eyes were as round as two puffed-up blowfish.

The poker clattered to the hearth.

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Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish.

She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below.

Sensationalist spin? Hardly. She takes a camera with her to photograph such things to share later. She asserts that sharks are camera shy.

Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world.

The Ocean’s Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by her Nightmares trilogy.
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Jones, Hunter S.: September Ends

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Title: September Ends
Author: Hunter S. Jones & An Anonymous English Poet
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: October 1st, 2013
Tour Host: Lady Amber’s Tours



September EndsOverweight and dull. That’s how I felt.

My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career.

My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story.

One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix.

I lived it in my heart and soul.

It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret.

As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain.

London ignored me. Maybe I didn’t exist. I was lost and lonely in a flat in Kensington.

I hear that Jack O. Savage will make a rare public appearance. I wrangle an invitation to the art gallery where he is reading. I was curious. Somehow, he was the cause of my trouble.

The rock-star-with-words was even more damaged than I.

Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend.

Then, an unexpected kiss at a county fair on a perfect English summer’s day changed everything forever. Jack the man became my lover.


My elusive dream of a lifelong love began.

If Pete was what I’d always wanted, Jack was what I always needed.

The mystery unraveled as the kaleidoscope of my broken life evolved and I found myself living a rainbow of perfect bliss.

Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

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September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love because love happens when we least expect it.

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TeaserHUNTER S. JONES – Novelist. Exile on Peachtree Street.

Lover of all the finer things in life.

The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. I was always a complex kid. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.

Currently, I have a music/entertainment blog My debut novella, Fables of the Reconstruction, was published in 2012.

Edgar Allan Poe and Anne Rice have always fascinated me, although like any Southern girl, I will always idolize Margaret Mitchell for writing Gone With The Wind. I also adore the works of John Grisham, and own a huge selection of his books. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my husband, my books, too many clothes, too many shoes and way too many stacks of notepads and journals.

September 2013 will see the launch of my first novel, a contemporary romance, written in collaboration with English author and poet, R.J. Askew.


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So this is what it’s like. You see it on TV, the doctors waiting at the doors of the emergency room. A breathing mask going over my face. “Liz, you’re going to sleep for a while,” Dr. Crandon said. “I’ll be here for you when you awaken. You’re going to be okay.” And your face turning and smiling at me like the whole of my life was going to be all right, like you were looking out for me even as you left me.

That was when I heard a howl of grief from Mom in a distant, unknown waiting room.

Then you are there with me. I can see you. I want to follow you, go with you, but you wave me back. You won’t let me follow. You insist. The look on your face. The Cherokee warrior, or is that our grandfather? Crossing a log bridge over a ravine and you follow. I want to follow too, but you lift the log up and tip it into the abyss. You look at me. Our eyes meet. You wave to me. I’m weeping for you, Charles. And then you’re gone from me forever. I breathe in the inviting darkness surrounding me. It welcomes me with its soft caress.

Coming to, I’m waking up and it’s as if I surface to the top of a pond, only the pond is filled with clouds. Dreamy. Ethereal.

Dr. Crandon was there, just as he had promised. Remembering things said that I can’t recall. “Liz, Liz, you can wake up now. You’re a lucky girl. Your mom and dad, and half of the town are outside waiting for you to wake up. I’ll let them know.”

“What about Charles?” I whisper. Invisible shutters cover his eyes.

“Let me send your dad back to see you, Liz. Only one person at a time is allowed in ICU.” With that, Dr. C squeezes my hand and steps away. The sleepy dreamtime peace creeps over me.

One of the nurses shakes me gently, reviving me. “Liz, honey, you’ve had a concussion. I can’t let you go to sleep yet.”

Dad walks in. His lanky frame darkens the doorway. He pauses, just a hesitation, a moment. Then, he’s at my bedside, taking my hand.

“You’ve always been a survivor, my little girl. I saw it in you when you were born. You were born fighting, Liz. You’re my survivor.”

I plead with his eyes. “Daddy, why won’t anyone tell me about Charles? I know he’s dead. When will someone tell me?”

Dad sits on the hospital bed, cups my hand in both of his. “Yes, baby, he’s gone.” I saw your death in Dad’s face as he admitted he’d lost you, his only son.

Then it’s about me. “You’re in rough shape, sister. Every rib around your heart is cracked. You have a concussion and you dislocated your shoulder. But, you are going to be all right. You are going to be all right. You’ll have to get well so you can help me handle your mother.”

And that’s how it’s been, Charles.

The same old story. Dad and Mom, me in the middle, getting lost, in the way, getting it wrong, cracking up, too much of everything, but never enough. Mom going on and on. Why did you stop just there? Why was he driving? Why? Why? Why?

And then it started. One shrink after another. Like I wasn’t grieving properly, or something. Like I had some new and nasty problem that needed to be fixed. God, I needed you there. You were the only one who could have helped me and you were gone.

All the docs wanted was the money. Write a script. Give another pill, same old story. Just another messed up kid. Not a one of them gave a damn about the pain and my loss and sense of always being abandoned.

You were my best friend, Charles, my only brother. Eleven months apart in age. More like twins. Same nose, same blue eyes, same blond, wavy hair. You the natural athlete. Me, your equal. Remember when I beat you at running? At everything, almost. I always have been one competitive girl.

I still can’t believe you’re gone, Charles. I never will.

You were my confidante, my buddy. You were the one who always made everything right for me. You were the fun one, the good-looking guy with the great sense of humor. I was always a little bit off the mark, more of a loner. Always surrounded by people, always alone, since I was a kid. That sense of aloneness and I are the best of friends. You know how hurt I was when Grandfather died when I was 13? He was the only one who ever told me I was pretty. You did sometimes, kinda. Almost. In a joking way. You two were the only ones who made me feel as if I was part of something and you are both gone. Forever.

How many times am I going to tell this story? The doctor looks up from his note taking.

I have to ask. “Am I crazy?”

“No, you are not crazy, Liz. You have survived a terrible accident. You have had a series of disappointments and losses beyond anything a typical nineteen-year-old has to contend with.”

“I once had a patient who constantly saw a Christmas tree. All the ornaments on the tree were the faces of the women he had slept with in the past. He saw the tree sitting in the room, no matter where he was. From the corner of his eye, he would see this Christmas tree when he was awake. And, when he was asleep, the ornaments would fly off the tree with each of the women screaming at him.

“That’s crazy, Liz. You’re not crazy. You have a touch of melancholia, that’s all.”

Melancholia, he says. What the hell? Isn’t that what the romantic poets had? Better than being plain depressed, I suppose.

He tells me I’m sad, numb. I remember everything about the crash. He asks me to place the memory in a box for now. I am to imagine all that pain and place it all in an imaginary box. I am to lock the box with an imaginary key. I am to keep the key. I can unlock the box as I can handle the feelings and I can unlock it when I want to open it. When I am ready. I am in control. Meanwhile, I am to take some nice little pills in a nice little pillbox.

He asks me why I’m majoring in English Lit. Did I find reading all that Keats and Shelley saddening? Did I empathize with the sad things they wrote about? We discuss words. It’s like I’m some human crossword puzzle he’s trying to solve.

I tell him I see through words. He doesn’t get it. I run that line from Antony and Cleopatra his way, you know the one, my fav from the Bard: “With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate of life at once untie.” He doesn’t get it. I spell it out. Life is intrinsically intricate. Shakespeare nailed it. I tell the doc I don’t need the medication. He tells me I have no choice.

He gives me one of those I’ve-had-enough-of-you looks, tells me there’s nothing really wrong with me. I am to study hard. Vanderbilt is an excellent school. It’s HIS alma mater! I am to get on the school paper. Writing will be a good outlet for me. I am to keep a journal, too. A girlie diary. Doing articles will help me focus on others and a diary will help me understand my own feelings better.

It is one of the few sensible things he says and one piece of advice I actually follow, dear Diary.

It gets better. I am to play tennis, run, play volleyball. Exercise the blues away – every day. Get those endorphins pumpin’.

Meanwhile, keep taking the numb pills “a while longer.”

“What is ‘a while longer’?” I ask. “Six more years?” I tell him just what I think about the meds.

No, no more Dr. Nice.

I am underage until I am 21. My parents want the meds continued until I am out of school and turn 21. I have a history of suicide attempts. Lies!

He knows I WILL recover.

“What, from the medication?” I ask him.

My parents are “concerned.” And then he hits me with, “You are not helping yourself by continuing to drink. That works against the medication.” Doesn’t he know all students drink? Doesn’t he know I just want to be like everyone else? He waves my grades in front of me. I can’t believe it. He actually has a copy of my grades.

So, I’m not like everyone else. So I’m above average in this, outstanding in that. So what? He wants to make me believe in myself. And then he tells me. I don’t need him. The answers are all within me. I need direction, that’s all. Why don’t I come back in three months instead of three weeks?

Like, YES! So the deal is I take the pills and skip the torture.

He was right about the writing, though. It works.

I write a blog for the school. I PROMISE TO LEAVE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE – THE ANATOMY OF NUMBNESS. I can write, it seems.

The next time I see Dr. Nice, I take him a blog on MELANCHOLIA AND THE MODERN AMERICAN DISILLUSIONED ROMANTIC TEEN. I follow this up with THE GIRL CHATTERTON.

He knows I am toying with him. Is he hitting on me? I do believe he is. Or maybe he just wants me to think he is. He’s 32 and married with a young son called Daniel. In the end, it is he who rejects me, refuses further appointments. Says I no longer need him.

Even my shrink.

So, dear Diary, will you reject me, too? Will you? Should we stop this now before someone gets abandoned again? Do I stop you right here?

I think so. (I believe this is the end.)



Liz Snow

Atlanta, Georgia

September 2003

Hello, Diary. I am now twenty-nine, a dangerous age, everyone says. Looking back, it’s hard to believe that I wrote those things ten years ago.

Now here I am. Older. Still attempting to make sense of the shattered pieces of my life. Much like the shards of a broken mirror, my life reflects in front of my own eyes and reveals a kaleidoscope, yet I still can’t see – me. I can’t seem to understand myself.

Item: a death – my grandfather.

Item: a death – my brother.

Item: a misguided marriage.

Item: a devastating miscarriage.

Item: an acrimonious divorce.

Liz Snow, THIS! Is your life.

At least my career is soaring.

Let there be a line drawn here. Let everything beyond this line be a new me for Peter William Hendrix III. Be there, beyond the line. My savior, my love. I believe I am going to marry you. You haven’t asked me yet, but you will.

Okay, Diary, are you ready for a happy ending? You’d better be, because that is what you & I are going to get. I swear it.

Rose, KD: Erasing: Shadows

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Title: Erasing: Shadows

Author: KD Rose

Genre: Mature YA, Paranormal Romance

Expected Release Date: December 18th, 2013

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Mira is a girl outside of time. She has experienced every mother’s nightmare—your child disappearing right before your eyes.

But, this isn’t at all what it seems. This isn’t a tale of kidnapping. Mira’s child doesn’t get snatched. He literally disappears—fading from her grasp—right before her eyes.

Mira and her gang of friends are forced to once again travel to the ‘other world’. A reality made of dreams—and nightmares—with dangers none of them expected. Things aren’t at all what they appear to be.

This isn’t the first loss Mira has experienced, and when her husband and friends travel to the ‘other world’ to find her, they find more than they bargained for in a world made of dreams and shadows…and danger.

Join the High Five Gang as a group of ‘adults’ move into a world where they are now teenagers again. Can they save Mira from her own worst nightmares before it’s too late?

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K.D. Rose is an author and poet and currently has “Heavy Bags of Soul”, “Inside Sorrow” and “I AM” on sale at Look for The Erasing Series, Book 1-“Erasing: Shadows” on sale in December, 2013! Erasing: Shadows is the first of a Seven Book Series for New Adults in the Paranormal Genre.

K.D. Rose is now also an author with Lycaon Press, a subsidiary of Breathless Press. K.D.’s book, Inside Sorrow won the Readers Favorite 2013 international Silver Medal for Poetry. Just like her books, KD Rose is edgy, hits you in the gut and gives you the education you never knew you needed. Writing with irony, truth, and a spiked pen, she takes you past the self into self-evolution.

K.D. has an eclectic mind and loves language, physics, philosophy, photography, design, art of all kinds, writing of all kinds, symbolism, semiotics, spirituality, and Dr. Who.

K.D. Rose values the question more than the answer and loves creativity and innovation. K.D. is also a sucker for cutting edge thought and has been known to bring some into reality herself.

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Silverbow, Konstanz: Only Half Alive

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While darkness haunts her, she craves the light. Christina is a demon, but she doesn’t want to be. She is willing to sacrifice everything to change it. Only one person stands in her way, and he will stop at nothing to keep her the way she is.

The greatest battle of light versus dark threatens every living creature, a battle that could destroy all. And the demon in love will only have one chance to save everyone.

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1080825_10153105232560104_1267875030_nKonstanz Silverbow has always been a dreamer . . . but not a writer. Being an author was something she was dragged into. But since that day, she hasn’t stopped. It has become more than a hobby, it is a passion.

During the day Konstanz works, making jewelry, playing the violin, collecting dragons, and learning all she can about medieval weapons. But at night she creates made up worlds and places where those dragons come to life and the weapons are used in battle.”

Young adult fantasy, paranormal with a dash of romance author, Konstanz Silverbow; Proud Creator of magical worlds, fictional creatures, ideal super heroes and sarcasm since 2007!

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Ruse, KL: Found in You

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Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

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Twenty-three-year-old Camryn Singer never imagined that she would return to the place where she lost everything.

To grant a dying wish, she moves back to the small Jersey beach town where she grew up, hoping to somehow find the missing pieces of her life. Determined to keep her wounds unopened and her heart guarded, she instead slams head-first into Cole Stevens.

Sexy surfer Cole has always used the waves to numb the pain of his past. But when he runs into Camryn on the beach one day, he wants nothing more than for her to heal his scars and light the spark back in his life.

Will Camryn and Cole be ripped apart when the ghosts from their pasts come back to life, or will they discover that it’s not until you’re lost, that you can be found?

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Author PictureI am a middle school teacher who recently traded in my chalk for a laptop to follow my dream of writing contemporary romance novels. I live with my husband and two daughters in the suburbs of Philadelphia. When I’m not writing, I spend my time reading and relaxing with my family at my home-away-from-home, the Jersey shore.

After I graduated from Villanova University in 2003, I never imagined my path would lead me in this direction. Writing was a hobby, an outlet for me to live in a world of happily ever afters. Now as I watch my dream become a reality, I believe that happy endings do exist.


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I pulled his mouth back to mine, and ran my hands through his hair, weaving the ends through my fingers. Although lust was pumping through my veins, I pushed it aside, taking this moment to just feel his mouth against mine. We had time for the rest, and for the first time in over five years, I was finally living in the present.

We stayed in each other’s arms for a long time, watching the waves ripple across the rocks, and the seagulls touch down to peck the water for fish. I could feel our bodies finally surrender to a sense of calmness.

Although we still had so much to learn about each other, and many more fears to face, we found a way to take that first step, and would journey the rest of the way together.

This feeling of contentment and satisfaction was so new and refreshing. I finally saw a beginning, rather than an end.

Everyone started walking toward the back deck, while I took one more look out toward the vast stretch of sand. This beach town has held the origin of my fears and the depth of my heartache. But today, it represented the birth of my new life, one that included Cole. However, looking toward the water’s edge, my elation was stripped from me, as I stood staring into the aqua-colored eyes of my greatest fear.