An Interview with Louise Lyndon author “Of Love and Vengeance”

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JA: Welcome Louise, lets start off with how you became a writer?
LL: I’m not sure how I became a writer! Writing is something I’ve always done. I’ve always been creative and I’ve always had characters and scenes pop into my head – usually at the most inappropriate time. So, with my hand on my heart I can honestly say I do not remember a moment where I thought to myself I’m going to write. For a little more info about me visit:

JA: Would you share with our followers the inspiration(s) behind your latest book release?
I love to people watch. I love to try to guess what people’s stories are. What has happened to them in life? Where have they come from? Where are they going? Why are they the way that they are? I always have those questions, and more, in my mind when I sit down and create characters for my stories. So, with those questions lodged in my head, the next question I ask myself is, where do these people belong? What time frame? Because when characters pop into my head they do not necessarily belong in the time period I am from.

When Lord Aymon, the hero of – Of Love and Vengeance – first made himself known to me, I saw him with a sword in his hand. Hmmm… which period had men wielding swords? Lots of periods, really too many to choose from. OK, so let’s put Aymon to one side. I’m not too sure about him at the moment. I don’t have a clear image of him in my head.

Now, the heroine of, Of Love and Vengeance – Lady Laila, I saw very clearly. When she first came to me she was wearing a bliaut and was very skilled at shooting a bow and arrow. Hmmm, tunics and bliauts? Swords and bows and arrows? Medieval. But, the medieval period ranges from 500 AD through to 1500. That’s a lot of years. Which year to choose? Argh, too many choices. I don’t do well with too many choices!

It just so happened I had been visiting York – a medieval town in the north of England. I had spent the day wondering around medieval ruins. Those questions I mentioned at the start of my post filled my head as I visited the medieval ruins. What were the people like back then? Did they share the same hopes and dreams as we do today? Did they have the same issues as what we do? So, I started thinking about Aymon and Laila. I knew without a doubt they belonged in medieval times – somewhere in the middle of the period.

Well, we have a major conflict during that time – the Norman invasion of England. Aymon is Norman. Laila is English. And now we have conflict! Lots of it!

From there, Of Love and Vengeance, was born!

JA: That is absolutely fascinating, Louise. Tell us a little bit about your choice of publishing.

LL: I am with a digital first publisher – The Wild Rose Press.

JA: Is this the genre you generally write in? Have you considered others?
LL: I’ve considered lots of other genres – mystery, erotica, thrillers, contemporary – but my voice is historical romance set in the medieval time period.

JA: Do you have other published works?
LL: Not at this point in time – but watch this space. I am about to submit the follow up to Of Love and Vengeance, to my publisher.

JA: Do you write under a pen name?
LL: I do. Louise is my middle name and Lyndon is my father’s first name. He died when I was four so I thought this would be a nice tribute to him.

JA: Have you won any recognition or awards that you would like to share with us?
I won first place in the Crested Butte Sandy Writing Contest in 2013 in the historical romance category. It was for my story, The Promise, which is now called Of Love and Vengeance.

Q: Louise, are your books available in print, e-book, or both?

LL: Of Love and Vengeance is available in both e-book and print form.

JA: How much promotion and marketing time do you spend on your book and yourself as a brand?
LL: I do a lot of marketing as I think it’s important to get your name out there. The world is a giant place and fortunately the internet is brilliant for marketing because you can reach a lot of people all over the world. Marketing, I believe, can either make or break a book. It’s just trying to find the right marketing tool!
JA: Do you spend a lot of time plotting your stories, or do you just run with it?
LL: No, I’m a proud panster! I just tend to run with it and hope for the best. I don’t recommend this as you can waste a lot of time, but I’ve tried to plot and just can’t do it.

JA: Do you spend much time in research, or do you write from experience?
LL: I do need to research, but I tend to research as I go along. For example, today I was writing a scene where someone has slipped something into the heroine’s tea to cause her to have symptoms of a miscarriage. So, I looked up medieval herbs that can cause the symptoms of a miscarriage and continued writing.

JA: What Point of view do you feel most comfortable with, first person or third? Have you ever tried using the second person in any of your works?
LL I always used to write in first person and thought that was my strongest point of view. But, my editor advised me, Of Love and Vengeance, would work better in third person, not first. I thought, what the heck, I’ll give it a go. So I had to go back through the entire manuscript and change it to third person and I am glad I did as I think it’s now a stronger story. And oddly enough, I am now more comfortable writing in third person. I don’t think I could ever go back to first person. I’ve never tried to write in second person.

JA: Louise, are there any writing-related websites that you have found useful?
LL: I absolutely love Writer’s Helping Writers –

JA: Please share any forums or networking sites so readers can find you.
LL: Absolutely – long before I was published I was on social networking sites. I’m completely addicted to twitter! I can be found here:


JA: What do you think the future holds for a writer?
LL: I think the future for writers is full of wonderful possibilities – people will still want to read. Now, the question is, how will they read? Will print books come back into fashion? Will there suddenly be a rebellion against e-books? Is there a new technological invention just around the corner waiting to revamp the writing world again? Who knows? What I do know it’s very exciting.
JA: Thank you for a great interview Louise. My best wishes for a successful tour and a bright future.



Forced to marry Lord Aymon to ensure her young nephew’s survival, English Lady Laila vows undying hatred for the Norman she holds responsible for the deaths of so many innocents. Discovering Aymon has committed an act of treason gives her the chance to seek vengeance he deserves. But can Laila let Aymon die at the hands of the king once she learns the truth?

A hardened Norman warrior, Lord Aymon has lived through atrocities no man ever should. With the invasion of England over, all he wants is a quiet life and a wife who will give him heirs and obey his every command. Instead, he finds himself wed to feisty and outspoken Laila. But when she learns the truth of his treasonous act, can Aymon count on her to keep his secret?


Laila heard them long before she saw them. Their angry, frenzied shouts and thunderous roars filled her ears. With her hands tied securely behind her, she was dragged up the lane toward Tyburn Gallows, where she was to be hanged for a crime she did not commit. The mob sounded blood thirsty. Large. Frightening.

There was no sign of Aymon. Or Hugh. Had they left her alone to die?

Her chin trembled and her nails dug into her palms.

She suddenly fell to her knees and screamed until she tasted blood at the back of her throat. She kicked out and tried to crawl free as her hair was almost torn from the roots as she was pulled up and shoved along the lane.

Her eyes burned with her tears.

“I am innocent!” Laila screamed.

urThey came around a corner, and that’s when she saw them. There must have been a least two thousand men, women, and children, hungry for her blood. And when they saw her, they erupted into a wild fever of roars and cries for a slow and painful death. Their thirst had been piqued, and now it must be sated.

Laila was shoved into the center of the clearing.

She glanced wildly around in a desperate search for Aymon’s towering, bulky frame. She could not see him.

But what she could see was the Tyburn Tree. The gallows she was to be hanged from. The executioner, hooded, stood beside the tree as he waited patiently for her. Laila’s mouth suddenly went dry.

AuthorPic_OfLoveAndVengeanceAUTHOR BIO:

Louise grew up in country Victoria, Australia, before moving to England, where for sixteen years she soaked up the vibrancy of London and the medieval history of England. She has since returned to Australia and now lives in Melbourne.

She has been writing the moment she picked up a copy of Diana Gabaldon’s first Outlander novel twenty something years ago. She thought to herself, ‘this is what I want to do’ – not travel back in time, but become a novelist! She has always had snippets of dialogue and scenes floating around in her head with characters screaming at her to bring them to life.

In 2013, Louise won first prize in the Crested Butte Sandy Writing contest – Historical category for her story, The Promise, which is now called, Of Love and Vengeance.

When not writing, she can be found covered in mud, crawling under barbed wire and hoisting herself over twelve foot walls – under the guise of competing in Spartan races all over Australia.







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Earths in Space: We Must Evolve by Daniel Sherrier

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Life can evolve. Amena saw the evidence on an ancient Earth. It wasn’t pleasant evidence, and it wasn’t evolution into sentient life, but she saw evidence.

So okay, she accepts that no little green men exist on alien worlds, but maybe one of these other Earths holds evolved humanity.

Evolution faces a powerful obstacle, however — humanity itself.

Volume 2: We Must Evolve begins with the discovery of a mysterious ark full of refugees caught in orbit over Pluto…
Wait, an ark full of refugees…?

Well, that’s one Earth that’s not evolving. But another could be doing better. It’s possible, Amena keeps telling herself…

Continuing the action-packed Earths in Space series, We Must Evolve features a novel-length journey told in four novellas — “The Pluto Factor,” “Worlds to Save,” “The New World,” and “On Hold.”



Amena materialized in Renaissance Italy—which wasn’t actually Renaissance Italy, but it sure bore a striking resemblance. It pretty much matched how she pictured it. Smelled even worse, though, but maybe the architecture would stun her nose after it finished stunning her eyeballs. As she clung to the shadow of a tight alley, she wondered if any of these ornate buildings could boast interior artwork on par with that of the Sistine Chapel.

Well. That was a lovely half-second during which she could forget her present company and situation.

“What do you see?” Sharp asked.

“More than you, I’d wager, but I’m sure you’ll tell me the correct answer.”

“Look at the natives.”

Yeah, she got where he was going with this. The street was full of men. From her inconspicuous hideaway, Amena listened to snippets of conversation as they passed. They conducted business, discussed philosophy, debated a new mathematical theorem, and so on. All very interesting, but the tableau felt incomplete.

“Where do you suppose the women are?” Sharp asked. “Perhaps the kitchens? Nurseries? Imagine if you were born here.”

“That is a terrible waste. Yes. That’s a shame—that and so much else. There’s a lot more wrong here than you’d ever notice. These people—the ones alive right now—they’ll never explore outer space. They’ll never even reach the moon. Their descendants will create such wonderful art these folks’ll never get a chance to appreciate. They’ll achieve scientific discoveries that would astound any one of them, that would seem so magical—but these people will never know. Yeah, it stinks that it takes so long to grow a civilization, but the payoff’s amazing. These guys might be too stupid to treat their women as people, but each generation will get a little smarter until that’s corrected.”

“They won’t, because I’m about to kill them.” Sharp tapped his badge. “Location Beta.”

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Daniel Sherrier is a writer based in central Virginia. This is the guy who writes the Earths in Space and RIP series, which you’ve doubtless heard much about. Occasionally, a play he’s written gets performed somewhere. He graduated from the College of William & Mary in 2005, where he earned a degree in the ever-lucrative fields of English and Theatre. Recently, he achieved his black belt in Thai kickboxing. And there was that one time he jumped out of an airplane, which was memorable.

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My Review of “Earths in Space: We Must Evolve” will be posted in a few days. I am a bit behind and have to finish this fascinating look at Earths. I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter and found all the hidden eggs.

Jackie Anton

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The Gun by Daithi Kavanaugh on tour…

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Garda Detective Tadhg Sullivan leads a special unit that investigates politically motivated crime. A man known only as The Deerstalker is a cancer who has infected the Irish political system.

Sullivan teams up with journalist Helen Carty, and together they try tracking down the mysterious killer. Carty adds to Sullivan’s problems, when he finds himself falling in love with her. And further complicating things, he starts losing trust in his partner, Detective Pat Carter, who appears to be on the side of the Garda Commissioner, who Sullivan is rapidly falling out with.

Sullivan’s case is further thrown into confusion when a copycat killer, Tommy Walsh, is shot dead by the CIA. When the CIA discovers that they’ve killed the wrong person, the two agents involved–Simon, who has become disillusioned by his time stationed in the Middle East, and Joey, a psychopath who confuses zealotry with patriotism–are also in pursuit of The Deerstalker.

Sullivan finds himself in a race against time, if he is to arrest The Deerstalker before the CIA take him out, and use his death as a pawn in a political game of chess. Who will win out in the end?


After parking, he walked through the forest to a clearing, where he knew he could see for miles. He crawled on his belly along a flat piece of rock, dragging the gun with him. The glow was coming off it again, and he could feel its strength. He stared out over the side of the cliff. Once again, he was in luck. He could see the squad cars and a crowd of people gathered around the bungalow a few hundred yards away.

Adrenaline pumped through his body. His heart felt like it would burst from his chest. He put the gun to his shoulder and adjusted the sight, scanning the group of people to find his target. There he was, right in the middle of the Gardaí. How predictable of a politician. The only time they stand with the people is during an election. He stared through the lens at the big red face.

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Daithi Kavanagh lives in Trinity, County Wexford with his wife and two teenage children.

He has worked for several years as a musician.

In the last couple of years, after taking up adult education, he began writing.

His debut book is ‘The Gun’ and has now started the second book in the series.








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The Truth: Diary of a Gutsy Tween by Dr. B. B. Holstein

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“I hate Angela and I wish she would move away tomorrow!” “I get so worried when I hear my parents fighting at night.” “My mother thinks my crush is silly. I know I am in love!” “I have so many questions about growing up. Who will answer them?” “I feel so awful when Jake makes fun of me.” “When I grow up I going to remember how to have fun with my kids and never look away.” Growing up is tough. Adults don’t always understand you (even though they were once kids), and children today face increasing pressure to be, look, or act a certain way. Written in the voice of a girl on the cusp of becoming a teenager, The Truth provides young girls with an opportunity to see how a girl, who is in many ways like themselves, handles her toughest problems and most personal thoughts. Each new page brings forth a discussion to help girls handle everyday problems: How do you survive a bully? How do you handle a crush on a boy? What can you do about relentless teasing by your peers? What really matters as you grow older?

In a positive and supportive diary-entry format, Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein encourages tween girls to carry the most precious parts of themselves into adulthood. A great book for mothers and daughters to read together, The Truth is aimed to improve communication, understanding, and self-esteem for young girls as they enter the rocky road of teenager-dom.

MediaKit_BookCover_TheTruthDiaryOfAGutsyTween copyBOOK REVIEW:

The Truth: Diary of a Gutsy Tween is told as a series of diary entries. Tweens are a relatively recent tag given to young people ages ten through twelve: Readers follow a young girl as she falls in love for the first time, deals with troubles at home, attempts to fit in with her peers, and deals with the changes in her body. This book is aimed at young girls, and as they read through this young journalist’s life, they are apt to be reminded of their inner strength, their talents, and their future potential.

Dr. Holstein’s book is filled with references to modern technology that all tweens and teens use on a regular basis. Girls fight everyday to find their place in the world and the author’s message that they aren’t alone and each is a special and valuable person is so important to this age group.

Parenting girls to have a healthy image of themselves is vital to their future self-confidence and success in life.

This book is definitely a great read for those ten and up to read alone, or preferably with a parent. A terrific aid for discussion of difficult topics.

I would give this book a four star rating on my Book O-meter. Readers will enjoy the little doodles through out the diary.

I received a free PDF copy from the author. This review contains my honest opinions, which I have not been compensated for in any way.

Reviewed  by Jackie Anton


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Blog Tour Interview with M. Jonathan Lee author of The Page

NBTM_TourBanner_ThePageJonathan will be awarding 1 of only 20 limited run signed review copy of The Page and a signed first edition of The Radio to a randomly drawn winner (International) via Rafflecopter during the tour. Follow the links at the end of this post to register for the drawing and to follow the tour.

An Interview with M. Jonathan Lee:

J Anton: Welcome, Jonathan, please share a little about yourself with our readers. Perhaps a good place to begin is how you became a writer?
I’m a 40 year old father of five from the north of England. I started writing as a hobby after getting divorced and after three years of rejection managed to come second in The Novel Prize 2012 from 4,000 unpublished would-be authors. It took off from there.

J. Anton: Congratulations, that’s quite an achievement, and you didn’t let the rejections stamp out your creative efforts. Would you share with our followers the inspiration(s) behind your latest book release?
: Yes, the story follows a man alone for the first time on holiday after his wife’s untimely death. A page is blown across a pool that sticks to his chest and describes in great detail the exact events leading up to his wife’s death. It becomes a race against time for him to find the book before his secret is uncovered. The inspiration came from a page sticking to me on holiday and the story developed in my mind from there.

J. Anton: Have you taken the self-published road, which would include POD publishers, or are you with a traditional publisher?
I’m on a hybrid with Troubador/Matador.

J. Anton: Jonathan is this your usual genre or have you written in others?   JL: I write stories. They are intended to be page turners and always have a twist. My first novel The Radio was a dark humoured story looking at the effect suicide can have on how a family interacts, my second novel, The Page is more a mystery thriller.

J. Anton: Do you write under a pen name?
No. I have an M in front of my name but this is to differentiate myself from another author with the same name.

J. Anton: That was a brilliant move to put the M in front of your name. It can be a tricky path for an author when another published author has the same name. Have you won any recognition or awards that you would like to share?
Yes, I was shortlisted in the national Novel Prize 2012 in the UK. This was a prize for previously unpublished authors and I came second from 4,000 entries.

J. Anton: Do you have an agent or a publicist? If your collaboration is positive, feel free to give them a little plug.
No, at the moment I’m doing everything from personal appearances to literary festivals alone. For how much longer I can, I don’t know.

J. Anton: Are your books available in a print format, as an e-book, or both? JL: Yes, both. You can get them here:

Or here: amazon (uk):

amazon (us):

J. Anton: Have you considered publishing any books in large font, for the sight impaired?
This comes down to my publishers, however I would fully support this to allow more people to read my work. I certainly would give up royalties to allow more people to read my work.

J. Anton: Illustrations and photo selections for covers are vital to successful to marketing. Do you use an illustrator or photographer for your book(s)? If so do you always use the same one, or do you shop around?
I am very lucky that my Uncle, Steven Lee is an illustrator and artist, and he has been responsible for both The Radio and The Page covers to date.

J. Anton: Jonathan, as a hybrid-author how much of the marketing do you do for your book(s), and for yourself as a brand?
I do ever such a lot. I use the twitter handle: @J0n4th4n_Lee and have my own facebook page: Along with the website:

Having sold so many copies of my debut though, I am now getting external help with this because I simply do not have time.

J. Anton: What a nice problem to have. What do your plotting and character studies evolve? Do you spend a lot of time with plotting?
JL: No, I simply write a sentence that sums up the story. I love stories with twists and therefore the sentence can be simply be what the story is about and how it ends. I fill in all the blanks myself, I have very rough character outlines (“man, nasty, single”) but characters and the story develops as I go along.

J. Anton: Do you write from experience of do your subjects require research ? JL: My first novel, looking at suicide was very cathartic as I lost my brother to suicide and so I felt I had a voice on the subject, this was written almost all from experience. My second novel is less experience based, though some of the characters are based on people I have met!

J. Anton: What Point of view do you feel most comfortable with, Jonathan, first person or third? Also, have you ever tried using the second person for any of your works?
JL: My first two novels are in the third person. I am writing in first for my latest novel as I wanted a change and to see how it feels. I’ve never written in second person though now you mention it sounds like a challenge…(!)

J. Anton: Are you on any forums or networking sites? Do you find them helpful? If yes, please list links so readers can find you.
JL: I’m always babbling about something on twitter: @J0n4th4n_Lee or you can find me on facebook or goodreads.

J. Anton: What do you think the future holds for a writer?
The future is endless. I can create new worlds every day and escape from the one I live in. I could make up new stories all day every day. I love it!
J.Anton: Thank you for the interview, Jonathan, and my best wishes for a bright and successful future.



“Following a tragic car accident, Michael Sewell is alone for the first time. The loss of his wife, Margaret after thirty years of marriage has left a hole far greater than Michael could have imagined.

Persuaded to go on holiday, by his daughter Jane, a page blown from a book crosses the pool and sticks to his chest. The words from the page resonate with Michael, describing in detail the exact events leading up to the accident.

Now, Michael must delve into his past and face his future, taking him and his family on a horrifying and tragic journey toward the truth.”


“Right. I see no reason to stay here any longer.”

Michael stood. He looped his navy woollen scarf around his neck, put on his grey waterproof walking jacket and slowly and precisely zipped it to just below his chin. He then turned and left.

Margaret fluffed her hair, fruitlessly trying to restore it to how it looked before her journey to the car. It wasn’t working; her previously neat salon-set hair sat like a sodden dark-grey dishcloth. The wipers continued their metronomic dance across the windscreen, trying to keep up with the demands of the heavy rain. The car was still and silent aside from the ticking of the engine. Michael appeared to be in no rush to move it forwards; instead he chose to continue to stare at his wife.

Margaret felt uncomfortable; she hadn’t considered this stage in her overall plan. She slid the door back across the mirror of the sun-visor, switching off the light it provided, which made the car slightly darker.

Slightly eerier.

She looked straight ahead and noted there was nobody around. Nobody outside in the dark, slightly foggy evening. The woodland that surrounded the car park from every side gave her the sense that she was in the centre of some bleak amphitheatre. To her left were the lights which shone through the half-closed curtains in the windows of the pub. But the lights were becoming blurred from the condensation which was building on the inside of the car windows. For a moment, she considered going back into the pub and making alternative arrangements to get home.

Michael seemed to sense this fleeting thought and all of a sudden, from the corner of her eye, she saw his hand move, pushing the gear stick into first. The car crept slowly forwards. A slight ripple of relief passed through her as Michael’s head turned away from her. She returned the sun-visor to the roof of the car and stared directly ahead, their vision now focused in the same direction.

The car moved slowly towards the edge of the oval car park, following the perimeter instead of the more direct route across the almost empty space. It approached the area furthest from the pub, furthest from the exit, creeping slowly into the darkest area of the car park. Then Michael reached down very precisely and put the car into neutral. His head turned and again his eyes narrowed.

Margaret looked at him directly. She could just make out his eyes in the near-darkness, the moon reflecting the shine from his pupils. She could see enough to deduce that they had changed. The shine was simply a creation of the moon. They looked empty, vacant. The stare lasted only a couple of seconds, until Michael snapped back into reality, put the car back into gear and headed towards the exit.

They reached the junction with the main road and paused alongside the tall wooden sign which invited people to the warmth of the Ring O’Bells. The wind outside had increased and the hand-painted silver bell on the sign swung violently. Silently tolling in the black night. The silence was broken momentarily by the click-click of the indicator signalling that they were turning right, away from the direction of home.

Michael turned out of the car park and joined the unlit main road, at which point he quickly accelerated. Margaret wasn’t sure where they were heading but knew that Michael was familiar with this sparsely populated but affluent area of the Oxfordshire countryside. She was aware that, sporadically, at the roadside were entrances to long, sweeping drives winding their way up to mansion-like farmhouses set in acres of land. She was aware of this because Michael would proudly tell her of the latest new client he had obtained in small villages around the area. And, of course, he would tell her of the money these clients would bring to his firm of solicitors.

The car continued to gather speed, accelerating at pace before slowing abruptly to safely navigate the tight, twisting bends. Inside the car it remained deathly silent. The Eagles (which had accompanied them on the outward journey) no longer played. To Margaret, the choice of silence indicated Michael now had control, and today she would simply not relinquish it.

They sped along the country roads, the rain continuing to smash relentlessly against the windscreen, making visibility ever more difficult. The tall hedgerows on each side of the vehicle made Margaret feel increasingly entombed. From time to time they would approach a small hamlet and Michael would slow the car right down before accelerating quickly, rendering the ‘Thank You for Driving Carefully’ road sign a blur.

Margaret reached down into her bag and retrieved her mobile phone. She clicked the button on the top and the screen lit brightly. She awaited the bars to indicate that if she needed to make a call, she could. The phone would take her attention away from the weight of the silence in the car. It would also give the impression that this journey was not affecting her and that she had other things to do.

The car continued at pace through the darkness.

No signal.

She was used to Michael driving at speed; ‘using the power of the vehicle’ he called it. She had lost count of the times over the years that she had asked him to slow down. The times that she had told him she was scared. But at those times, he would simply accelerate. Enjoying her fear. Enjoying his utter domination of the situation. But today things seemed different. His hands gripped the steering wheel ferociously. His face, lit by her phone, was contorted. His eyes had definitely changed. Now he didn’t seem to be driving the car. Rather, he was trying to tame it, to keep it under control. His face reminded her of a rodeo cowboy as the horse kicked and jarred beneath him. Total focus, total concentration. This scared her.

And now they were on a straight road. Ever quicker. Ever faster.

Then brake.

A bend.

Swing to the left.

Swing back to the right.

And accelerate again.

Wet twigs discarded by trees cracked under the tyres. Water splashed up from the road, coating the windscreen before the wipers sent it back to earth. Faster. Ever faster.

Margaret gripped the handle on the passenger door tightly with her left hand. The palm of her right was beginning to hurt as it encased her mobile phone. She glanced down. Still no signal. This was too fast. Much too fast. Her entire body clenched so tightly that her muscles hurt.



Swing left.

Swing left again.





It was time to speak, time to say something. Time to relinquish control.

“Michael!” she shouted. “Slow down.”


Michael pushed his foot toward the floor.


The wipers struggled to cope with the rain.

“Michael, for God’s sake, slow down. Please.”

The ‘please’ was an open admission that signified to them both that her control was now lost. But now Margaret didn’t care. She was scared. So many times throughout her marriage she had felt afraid, but never like this.

The car swung again, gathering pace.



“Michael, this is ridiculous. It’s not safe!” she screamed. Tears welled and then exited her eyes.

“It’s not safe!”




“Michael, what are you doing? What do you want?”

Michael slowly turned toward her.

“Margaret,” he said calmly and deliberately, “I never want to hear your voice again.”


The Page has 15 clues which to a lesser or greater extent give away the twist in the final chapter. The clues are inserted into the text and hopefully are well-hidden. To celebrate the release of The Page in February 2015, a competition will be run. We will invite people to identify the clues and enter (when they have ten or more – as some may be so well hidden they are never found) through my website The competition will close 163 days after the release of The Page, and the winner (i.e. the one who identified the most clues – in the event of a tie – at random) will win:

1) One month’s royalties earned from The Page;

2) The original manuscript (of which there is only one);

3) A numbered and signed copy of The Page – review copy – there are only 20 of these worldwide;

4) A signed copy of my back catalogue in paperback or kindle version;

5) The Page promotional mug;

6) A free signed copy of all future novels released by me for life.

The overall winner will win 1-6 above. 2nd/3rd will received 4-6 only.


Jonathan Lee was born in a small mining town somewhere in the north of England. His first novel, The Radio was nationally shortlisted in The Novel Prize 2012 for new authors, coming second from over 4,000 entries. The Radio was published in April 2013 and has received critical acclaim and sold more than 5,000 copies. His second novel, The Page is published in Spring 2015.

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The Argent Star by Emerson Fray

MBB_TourBanner_TheArgentStar copyEmerson will be awarding a $15. Amazon/BN Gift Certificate to a randomly selected commenter during the tour. Readers, follow the Rafflecopter link at the end of this post. Also follow the tour stops and comment often to increase your chances to win.

Good Luck, and thank you for visiting A to Z Reviews.

BLURB:  What happens when your decisions affect an entire universe?

Ren Argent wanted to be an archeologist and spend her life exploring the lost cities of Earth. But when a new planet is discovered and her father is appointed King, she has to leave behind everything she knows to rule over a place she’s only heard of in legends.

Not long after her arrival she discovers there are insurgents hiding in the darkened forests and the planet is on the brink of civil war. It won’t be long until the Monarchy steps in to “neutralize” the threat.

Will she be able to stop the hostile takeover? Or will her actions ignite a rebellion across the universe?



“Why did you bring me here?” she asked. It was against Maks’s rules, and though Ren had only known her a short time, Ren hadn’t thought Sheridan would break the rules so easily. Yet she still brought Ren to one of the places Maks had forbidden, and didn’t even know about.

“When one is battling a river it is best to travel with the current,” Sheridan replied, a small smirk appearing. She knelt beside Ren and dipped her fingers into the water, swirling them around to create a line of green light. “This place is magic; I thought you could use some magic.”

“Magic isn’t real,” Ren said, although she enjoyed the idea of it. She wasn’t one to shy away from the entertaining tricks, from smoke and mirrors, but she knew it was just that. Tricks. “There’s probably some kind of algae here to create the glow, and maybe some kind of advan—”

“Not everything needs to be explained,” Sheridan said. “Sometimes it just is.”

That made Ren quiet and she kept her opinion to herself. If the people of Novae believed in certain magics then that was fine. She didn’t want them to force their beliefs on her, so why should she force hers on them?

“Thanks,” she mumbled, “for bringing me here. You know, you’re actually really sweet.”

Sheridan blanched, her hand stopping all motion and remaining in the water. “What?”

“You try to hide it,” Ren said, her lips turning upwards, “and you always have those things on your back.”

Sheridan tilted her head to glance at the weapons she was never without. “They’re kamas,” she said before looking back at Ren.

“But I can see it. You act like you couldn’t care less about the world and what people think but you like Novae.” Ren was careful with her words. “You don’t like the Monarchy.”

Sheridan took a deep breath. “I don’t. And neither do you.”

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Emerson Fray currently resides in Hamilton, Ontario. While most of her stories happen on other planets, she remains on Earth 24/7 hunting down hawks and bugs to photograph, as well as chasing her mother’s dog to reclaim stolen shoes. A self taught Pokemon trainer and coffee lover, she spends most of her valuable time pinning recipes she will never make on boards she will forget about.






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Warrior Mine by Megan Mitcham

BBT_TourBanner_WarriorMineMegan will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter during the tour.


Warrior Mine – Base Branch Novel 4

A silver fox learns new tricks.

The Base Branch office in Washington D.C. is so heavily fortified it makes Fort Knox look like a 7-Eleven. After twenty years in covert ops, nothing fazes Commander Vail Tucker. When a lightning bolt of feminine fury crashes into the interrogation room, holds him at gunpoint, and takes over the task with his prisoner, he’s more than surprised. She escapes without a trace, but Vail is unable to remain dispassionate. He must know what is so important the beguiling woman would risk her life to find it.

Carmen Ruez is deadly and desperate—a combustible combination. Born into the remnants of the Arellano Felix Organization, drugs and violence kept her in a gilded cage—until a twist of fate showed her the roots of their riches, making her yearn for freedom. She works for it. Fights for it. But her brother crosses the line to keep her loyal to the treacherous family she is determined to leave behind.

Following instinct, Vail uncovers Carmen’s motives and is galvanized by a protective instinct he hadn’t known he possessed. Determination and desire force them to work together to defeat those loyal to Carlos Ruez and the AFO. But are those traits enough to make them fight for a future together?



She showed him her empty hands. His sweaty head shook. Droplets of his effort slung gently from his hair. “How is it you sneak up on me? Three times now. No one sneaks up on me. They try.” He heaved a breath and every slab of muscle flexed and never seemed to relax. It took a full minute of silence for her to realize he wasn’t holding his breath or holding himself at full tilt for battle. Those blessed grooves that lined a perfect—Santa María, was that eight—eight pack jammed between obliques worth drooling over.

“What is it, Carmen?”

Her name on his lips nearly toppled her down the three small steps in spite of the agitation suppressed in his tone. She grabbed the railing and made her way to the dirt, struggling to remember why exactly she’d come out in the first place.


At least some part of her fuzz-filled brain operated properly.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted.

“For what exactly?”

Her mouth moved to answer, but he walked forward, short-circuiting her synapses. Closer and closer he came until his chest nearly collided with her shoulder. She caught a gasp between her lips, just barely, as he reached around her to the shirt she hadn’t seen on the opposite railing. He dragged the cotton over his face and chest and then arched a brow, which she missed for a while, staring at the spray of nearly white scars and one vibrant pink ruck of angry skin.

She swallowed. “I’m so sorry for shooting you.”

“I don’t blame you.” He stared at her and blotted at the sweat on his arms.

“How is that possible?” The slenderness of her voice translated her disbelief.

“I’d have shot you to save my family.”

“You have a family?” She didn’t know why the thought surprised her. He was a very desirable man. Handsome as red-hot sin. Kind as the Pope. Able as anyone she’d ever seen.

“Had,” he corrected.

Carmen’s heart stuttered and she rubbed at the ache. “I’m sor—”

He stopped her with the smallest shake of his head. He didn’t want her sympathy. Tough. He had it all the same. Though she’d had nightmares about it daily for the last few weeks, she couldn’t fathom loosing Sophia, much less a family. She wondered what happened to them, but wouldn’t ask. It explained the hint of sadness she’d seen in his eye the moment he’d turned on her in the office.

“About earlier. I didn’t mean to rip your head off and eat it for dinner.”

“No?” he asked, with a shifty brow and the barest hint of a smile.

AuthorPhoto_WarriorMine AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens heart pounding romantic thriller novels and window steaming erotic romance. Follow her!





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