Happy Release Day! Lethal Journey is here!

Writing “The End” has always been a mixture of excitement and sadness. I'm sad the story has ended yet excited to share my work with the world. I originally wrote Lethal Journey in 1996. The story is a novella inspired by my fascination with the Mafia combined with my love for action-packed thrillers.

A killer lurks in the shadows of Hyde Park, New York…waiting.

Manhattan District Attorney, Lauren Taylor, is about to take on the most important case of her career, prosecuting Gino Valdina, acting mob boss of New York’s most influential crime syndicate.

For three decades, Gino Valdina has led New York’s Valdina crime family. Since his recent indictment for murder, the leadership of the family is in turmoil, appalled by the death of one of their own, Gino’s wife, Madelina. Without the support of the family behind him, Valdina will do anything to save himself.

But Lauren soon discovers, things aren’t always as they seem when she’s tossed into a mystery, a deadly conspiracy that reaches far beyond the criminal underworld and a journey into the past makes her a target…and anyone she’s ever loved.

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Praise "An entertaining and complex novella with some solid twists at the end." —Cheryl Kaye Tardif, international bestselling author of SUBMERGED

"High tension, high intrigue, and an angry mob boss put young Assistant DA Lauren Taylor on the defensive as she prepares for the biggest courtroom case of her life. All she has to do is stay alive long enough to put the head of one of New York’s biggest crime families behind bars, and the jury is out on whether she can pull that off. Her greatest ally is a man she knew and loved long ago, who shredded her heart as his own demons of guilt tried to drown him in an alcohol induced haze. Lethal Journey by Kim Cresswell hits the ground running and does not stop! Are people as they seem or is there more to them? As the attempts on her life escalate and people close to her go missing, Lauren doesn’t have many options on who to trust. Enter the one man who broke her heart, Eric, a homicide detective who has also felt the burn of getting too close to the mob. Can Lauren trust him? Does she have a choice? It would be so much easier if her heart would stay out of it, wouldn't it?

Kim Cresswell’s talent shines through again! With a talent for setting the stage, bringing in the characters and cuing the action, she held me from page one. She is not afraid to write a tale that is real, where the good guys do not go unscathed and they are not perfect. There is grit in her style, and when she says you are in a warehouse with a stench, you smell it. The romantic tension runs high, and using character flashbacks to the past not only builds on the development of each character as a flesh and blood entity, but serve to eventually bring everything full circle with an ending that you will NOT see coming!" —Tome Tender's Book Blog  

I hope you enjoy the story!  Happy Reading!


  

Happy Samhain! Happy Halloween!!

Samhain is the Gaelic festival celebrating the end of harvest and the beginning of the darker times.  Winter is approaching and darkness will soon cover the land.  The doorways to other worlds open up and the channel is there for spirits to enter the human world and vise versus.

I love this time of year.  Not sure why but it's one of my favorite holidays!!

Happy Samhain!!!

Amos Cassidy – Crimson Darkness

Author Bio:

Amos Cassidy - a team of two. Amos is a 29 year old Diva and Cassidy a 36 year old mum of three.

Aside from a passion for writing and a love of reading they also share an addiction to coffee, love anything Joss Whedon and are constantly playing tug of war over Jensen Ackles.

They have been writing together for four years and are currently working on the third book in their Crimson Series. 

Crimson Darkness Blurb:

London is in the grip of an unnatural darkness. Rose is in the grasp of an unrelenting power and Raven and Thistle, along with their supernatural allies, are battling to survive and find a way to restore their home city.

For the fey, the song remains the same. They must return the power to Faerie or die. Unfortunately for them, the task has been superseded by an even more important one - help save Earth or perish along with it!

For Rose, the stakes are even higher as she is forced to make a terrible deal that will damn her if she does and damn her if she doesn’t. 

Now enemies must work together as allies if they are to save their worlds from an ancient threat…

Excerpt:

A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.  “What?” she called.

“It’s me. Gabriel.  Can I come in?”

“No!”

The door opened and Gabriel stepped into the room closing it softly behind him.  Thistle was immediately on her feet glaring at him, hands on hips.  “Let me guess, no one’s ever said no to you before have they?” 

“I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“Well, you’ve seen me. I’m okay. Now get out.” She pointed to the door.

Gabriel sighed.  “You’re not okay, Thistle. You’ve just lost the two people closest to you.”

Thistle felt her temper flare. “So you’ve come to rub it in have you?”

Gabriel looked taken aback. He exhaled in exasperation and raked a hand through his hair.  “Look, I’m not very good at this.  I just wanted to say I’m sorry and…and I’m here if you need me.  I am your superior and it’s my job to provide counsel in times like these.”

She couldn’t believe it. He was playing the superiority card again. After everything that had happened, that was happening; he couldn’t get off his high horse for one minute and show some humanity. Instead he wanted to counsel her!

“Get out.” Her voice was low, dangerous.

“Thistle-”

“Get OUT!” She flew at him, pushing him with all her might.  “Get out get out get out!” she punched him in the chest, slapped at him, kicked him.  “I don’t need you, I don’t fucking need anybody! I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m…” the tears came again then, hot and salty burning a trail down her face.  Strong arms wrapped themselves around her. She resisted at first, tried to pull away but he was stronger and in that moment more determined. She was suddenly so tired. All the fight had drained out of her and she found herself pressed against his hard chest, his arms like bands of comforting steel holding her upright.

“It’s okay, I’m here. Let me be here,” he crooned soothingly, his lips close to her ear, face pressed to the side of her head. He was like a big muscular teddy bear, offering comfort.  Her arms moved as if of their own accord until she was hugging him back, her hands pressed against his shoulder blades.  She allowed the tears to flow, her heart to break. 

After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly pulled back until she was staring at his shirt, stained with her tears. 

A finger caressed her jaw line, stopped at her chin and tilted her face up until she was looking into warm amber eyes.  

Gabriel’s expression was soft, unguarded. He dropped his chin so his forehead was pressed against hers. 

 “Okay?” He whispered softly.

She wasn’t sure what made her do it.  Maybe it was a vulnerability that a culmination of the lack of moonlight, the loss of her friends and the warmth of those honey eyes had wrought. Or maybe it was those perfectly formed luscious lips only an inch away from hers. Whatever the reason she pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips against his. It was meant as a gesture of thanks, at least that was what she told herself and she pulled away after a second. She studied him boldly, his lips were parted, his expression dazed. Shit, she’d probably scared the crap out of him. 

“Sorry.” 

“Are you?” His voice was husky, sexy.

Their eyes remained locked for the longest moment; a moment in which she allowed herself to feel every point of contact between their bodies.  Her fingers against the hard ridges of his shoulder blades, her chest pressed against the muscled planes of his, the heat from his thighs seeping into hers.

“No,” she said softly.  

The corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile and his lips descended to meet hers.

The earth shook and a siren ripped through the air.

They jumped apart.

“What the hell was that?” Thistle stood hand on heart.

Gabriel was already at the door. “The shield’s been breached!” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared out the door.

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Social Media links: 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amos-Cassidy-World/172592816124684

Twitter: https://twitter.com/amoscassidy

Blogs:

http://amoscassidy.wordpress.com/

http://crimsonseries.wordpress.com/

Book buy links:

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Crimson-Darkness-The-Series-ebook/dp/B00EVA5R7Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1379323033&sr=1-1&keywords=crimson+darkness

US: http://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Darkness-The-Series-ebook/dp/B00EVA5R7Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1379323078&sr=1-1&keywords=crimson+darkness

Making Connections Blog Tour: Sorcery and Scholarships by Ian Isaro

Sorcery and Scholarships

I volunteered to take part in the blog tour through Make Connections group over on Goodreads.  I was intrigued by the title and blurb even though I have never read anything by this author.  I'm so happy that I decided to try him out.  This book is intense and well worth the read.  The three main characters are not the typcial 2 guys and 1 girl type story line similar to Harry Potter. I liked that.  Of the three students (Blake, Aki, and Keisha) attempting to fulfill their dreams, I really rooted for Aki the most. She's a fighter. The magic and Aki's problems and her determination are great. Definitely worth reading. Also the epilogue gives the reader an idea that there will be a second book which would be wonderful.  

Blurb:

Everyone wishes the ancient prophecy would go away. Pixies commute to work and sirens make mp3s of their songs, yet antique forces stubbornly persist. They want to bring about a war between Light and Darkness in an era when most people just want to cash in on the merchandising.

Aki is struggling to make ends meet and hopes her scholarship can at least earn her a better apartment. Blake refuses to believe he could be something so cliché as a Knight of Darkness. Keisha is pursuing a career in law when she's told she has no choice but to serve the forces of Light. All of them will be attending the same university, whether they like it or not.

It's hard to think about dark omens when there's a term paper due, much less a party that night. But they'd better relax while they can, because after college is only the real world, which is stranger and more dangerous than they could possibly imagine.

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Ian Isaro

Ian Isaro has worked in computer education, search engine optimization, and development in Tanzania. The usual next step in this career path is writing urban fantasy ebooks.

Blog: http://ianisaro.blogspot.com

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ianisaro/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ian-Isaro/271641846213036

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/7705989-ian-isaro
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BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE:


October 7th

Alfaniel's Blog - Review


October 8th

Books Are Love - Review 


October 9th

Giovanni Valentino - Review 


October 10th

Bunny's Review - Promo & Interview 


October 11th

These are but Shadows - Promo


October 12th

The Undercover Reviewer - Interview 


October 13th

Judith Leger - Review & Promo

Making Connections Blog - Interview 

Upcoming in October

Digital Necromancy, Book 4 of The Dying War

The world faces an uneasy peace as it realizes a war between Light and Darkness is inevitable. Everyone sketches a different line between sides, some wanting to stop the war and some trying to take advantage of it. But the worst threat is building in the realms beyond Earth, where several groups scheme to reshape all of reality before the war can even begin.

During the calm before the storm, Aki, Blake, and Keisha have been doing their best to prepare. As they draw the attention of ever more powerful forces, they realize their preparation isn't enough. The question becomes if this is a war they should be fighting at all...

Take the Train Autumn Blog Hop!

Do you have a favorite fall memory linked to a train? What do you imagine you would see if you were riding a train in the fall? Join the authors of Wild Child publishing and Freya’s Bower as we Take an Autumn Train Ride through our blogs.

Prizes will include

• Four $50 gift certificates (two for Wild Child and two for Freya's Bower)
• An awesome swag package that includes:
• Bookmarks
• Books
• Wild Child T-shirt and mug
• Wild Child and Freya's Bower bags
• Four handmade, crochet coasters by Kit Wylde
• An autographed copy of Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire
• A rare DVD copy of the Matheson/Furst classic "Up The Creek" (lovingly used)
• One ebook copy of Nita Wick’s short story, The Dream (previously published as part of a Freya’s Bower anthology.)
• Book trading cards
• Signed Dangerous Waters poster
• copy of "Battle for Blood: The Blood Feud"
• the winner’s name as a character in Kissa Starling’s next sweet romance story.
• A Yankee Candle
• and more...

Dragon Wish

Judith Leger

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A vision, a wish, and a journey plagued by evil.

Cold, desolate cliffs and a white dragon’s blue gaze captures Seren Jordan in a terrifying vision. A universe away, Paladin Fulcan--prince, captain, and sorcery-shadowed seed of dragonkind--struggles to overcome his grief during the long journey to where he must bury his wife and son. Seeing a shooting star, he violates the most sacred law of the dragonseed: he makes a wish.
A dragonseed's wish can open the gates between realities, can alter fate. But has fate itself decreed this wish? For the throne-less dragonseed's destiny is entwined with that of a mortal mate; their son is fated to be the One True Dragon King to rule over all the dragons. But not all dragons are content to accept one rule, and the rebels quietly gather allies to prevent the birth of Seren's baby.

Please visit these sites for more chances to win, the more you visit the more chances you have to win. We have 46 participating authors. You can stop at as many or as little blogs as you wish. At each stop, you will find two chances to enter per blog to win some awesome prizes. If you visit all, that’s 92 chances to win! There will be five, lucky winners.

Take the Blog Train and Visit These Blogs for more chances to win

Marci Baun/Kit Wylde

Critters at the Keyboard

Teresa D’Amario

Judith Leger, Fantasy and Contemporary Romance Author

Highland Rogue Writing

The Fictional World of Jaime Samms

Follow Where the Path will Take You

The Wandering Mind of Lizzy P. Bellows

Where Love and Magic Meet

Kissa Starling

Marianna Heusler

Hell’s Ambrosia

C.M. Michaels

The Shadow Portal

The Blog Zone

Blog By iMagine

Ardyth DeBruyn Author Blog

Shadows of the Past

Dear Reader

Cassie Exline -- Mystery and Romance

Sarcastic Rambling & Writing

That’s What I Think

Sue’s Random Ramblings

Make Old Bones

Elements of Mystery

Molly Dean's Blog

Kenzie’s Place

The Forbidden Blog

David Huffstetler

Cassandra Ulrich

Carol Marvell

Andrew Richardson

Nick Lloyd

Fiddleeebod -- land of stories

Nita Wick’s Blog

Ruth G. Zavitsanos

Too Poor for Texas

Jenn Nixon

City of Thieves

Musings and Doodles

Husein

The Western Writer

Bike Cop Blog

The Character Depot

Allen Currier

Tracy Holohan

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LS Murphy Reaper Blog Tour

Reaper Blurb:

There’s no way sixteen year old Quincy Amarante will become the fifth grim reaper. None. Not over her shiny blue Mustang. Her Jimmy Choos. Or her dead body.

She’s supposed to enjoy her sophomore year, not learn about some freaky future Destiny says she has no choice but to fulfill.

It doesn’t take long for Quincy to realize the only way out of the game is to play along especially since Death can find her anyway, anywhere, anytime. And does.

Like when she’s reassuring her friends she wants nothing to do with former best friend Ben Moorland, who’s returned from god-knows-where, and fails. Miserably.

Instead of maintaining her coveted popularity status, Quincy’s goes down like the Titanic.

Maybe … just maybe … that’s okay.

It seems, perhaps, becoming a grim reaper isn’t just about the dead but more about a much needed shift in Quincy’s priorities—from who she thinks she wants to be to who she really is.

Bio:

L.S. Murphy lives in the Greater St. Louis area where she watches Cardinals baseball, reads every book she can find, and weaves tales for teens and adults. When not doing all of the above, she tends to The Bean (aka her daughter), her husband and a menagerie of pets. “A Reason to Stay”, a contemporary romance novella, is available as of November 2, 2012. Reaper is her debut young adult novel and will be released on January 7th, 2013.

She is a co-rep for the Southern Illinois region of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) and a member of the St. Louis Writer’s Guild.

Links:

Blog: http://lsmurphy.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LSMurphy

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LSMurphyAuthor

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5046440.L_S_Murphy

Publisher: http://www.jtaylorpublishing.com/

Excerpt

A spitball stops in mid-air less than an inch from my nose. 

It hangs there. I assume everyone else notices the wet wad of paper too, but when I turn to my bestie Jordan, her mouth is stuck open with her eyes half closed. 

She was just laughing. Now she’s ... frozen? 

The sudden silence is louder than a room full of gossiping teenagers. 

Mini-quakes creep up my spine like a centipede hurrying toward my hair. 

I’m not entirely sure my heart is beating. I wave my shaking hand in front of Jordan, hoping this will break her free of whatever happened. 

No reaction. 

Why am I moving? 

So many times, I wished Jordan would stop talking. Now is the one time I need her high-pitched voice to pierce my ears. 

Quin, relax. It’s okay. No way this is real. I pinch my arm hard, but it doesn’t change anything. 

A loud pop makes me spin around in my seat. A man stands in front of the chalkboard in a bluish-white robe staring at me through blizzard white eyes. He holds a staff in front of him that looks like melting glass.

“Hello, Quincy,” he says in a deep velvet voice. “How would you like to see your future?” 

I stand and stumble toward the back of the room. “Who are you supposed to be? Gandalf?” I’m unable to keep the tremor out of my voice. 

“One person dresses up like me in a movie, and that’s all I hear.” He leans back on Mr. Spragg’s desk. “I’m far more attractive than him and so much more fun.” He winks and lifts his robe, revealing a pair of yellow and red striped Bermuda shorts and orange flip-flops. 

My eyes pop wider at the mismatched mess, but I keep my thoughts about his sense of fashion to myself. 

“Who are you?” 

His sigh echoes off the walls. “I’m Destiny.” 

“Who?” 

Rolling his eyes, he raises the staff high to his left. Like a swordsman, he stabs and swooshes it down in an arch. The air ripples as a dark slit opens. A man in a deep brown pinstripe suit steps through. His cheap sneakers don’t match the formality of the tan fedora and horn-rimmed glasses. 

A pony-sized white German shepherd saunters in behind him, and I take an automatic step back. The dog turns his head, black orbs where its eyes should be.

Pinstripe man glances my way before turning toward the person who calls himself Destiny. His features contort and a maroon tint creeps over his face. 

“What the f—” 

Destiny flips his finger and the new guy shuts up. After a moment, he does another finger move. 

“We said when she was eighteen, Des.” 

“I’m aware of that, Forsyth.” 

“She’s not eighteen.” 

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Sarcasm fills each word as Destiny raises his eyebrows like a flag on the Fourth of July. 

Forsyth glares. “Then why am I here?” 

“I let you pick the date, but I never agreed to honor it.” Destiny pats the dog on the head with sneer and wipes his hands on his robe. “Now is the time. Teach her.” 

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So readers, if you want a HAWT, Gothic type paranormal romance then be sure and grab a copy of Micah's Heart.

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I just received my first review of the book.  Stephs Book Retreat gave it a 5 star review!

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Have a great weekend!!!

Judith
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Best Selling author Deborah MacGillivray: Riding The Thunder!

Summoning Thunder. . . Inspiration Found in the Oddest Places

by

Deborah Macgillivray

Thomas Wolfe once wrote that we can never go home again.  In the strictest meaning, perhaps not.  But in my soul, I do go to those off-the-beaten-path, special places that were once a part of my life.  I revisit spots that have a magical hold over me, and see people who affected me in some inexplicable, remarkable way.

I found I leave pieces of myself in my books.  Sometimes it’s an insider joke.  Others it’s a touchstone.  My dear friend, Dawn Thompson, had a touchstone in all her books.  You will see the phrase green darkness used at some point in every novel she wrote, an honor to Anya Seaton’s book Green Darkness.  It was the book that made Dawn want to write.  Now that Dawn has left us, I carry on her touchstone by working that phrase into all my historicals.  My tribute to her. 

Nowhere is this leaving a trail of bread crumbs― the key to one’s self― more evident than in my contemporary romance novels― the Sisters of Colford Hall ™ (Montlake/Amazon Publishing).  In the first three books of the series, The Invasion of Falgannon Isle, Riding the Thunder, and A Wolf In Wolf’s Clothing, I drew heavily on my memories of growing up― of places and people that moved me in some form.  Most of these people and spots are now long gone, though they still live in those shining images dear to me.  In The Invasion of Falgannon Isle it was the Scots and their wonderful, quirky humor, the ability to accept there’s more to this world than just what meets the eye, and their tendency to laugh at any situation.  Not just at, but with.  I took those precious remembrances and spun a fantasy, creating an imaginary isle with 213 bachelors and only three unmarried women― two were gay and the remaining one was a woman the males couldn’t court because of an ancient curse!  It’s a Brigadoonish romp which came straight from my heart.  And with The Cat Dudley― a poker playing feline― it’s an island where I could easily retreat to and live in bliss!

When I shaped the series, I wanted each book to stand on its own, though still be very much a part of the series.  I desired paranormal elements in each book, yet those components should be unique to each story.  I aimed for each novel to be fresh, not just a blueprint of the previous books, so I looked to the other half of my roots for the second book― the beautiful state of Kentucky for the setting.  One reader who read Riding the Thunder remarked that she loved the book so much she wished there really was a place called The Windmill.  Well, in truth there was.  Once upon a time there was a small restaurant/motel named The Wind Mill.

(“idealized” postcards from the 1950s)

Located on Lexington Pike, it was halfway between Lexington and Nicholasville.  Long ago, the suburban sprawl of Lexington saw the distance between the massive college town and the small southern community sadly fade.  The Wind Mill was also the halfway point between Michigan and Florida on the “Blue Highway”.  Decades before the interstate system was put in place, the road was the main artery from North to South.  Truck drivers required a place to eat and to catch some rest, as did many vacationers heading to sunny Florida.  Those frequent travelers used the spot as a stopping point in the long drive.  There was truly a motel, restaurant, swim club and a Drive-In theatre.  And yes, there was even a horse farm across from it.

The place was nothing special.  By the time I began visiting there, it already had a slightly seedy, rundown air of fading into the Twilight Zone of time.  My visits to the area rarely lasted long, only a week or two each year, but for some odd reason the quirky place that was out-of-step with the rest of the world made a deep impression in my young mind and heart.  And very much like Scotland, the people there seemed to have a slower pace to life, able to enjoy the moment― truly relish their oddball sense of being unique. These out of way places have their own speed― generally slow and stop. . .LOL― and it filled my imagination with a wonder and magic I cannot truly explain.  So, yes, The Windmill did exist.  It had a Wurlitzer that tended to play the wrong tunes at times.  There was even a very special young man nicknamed Ooo-it.

Over the years, I visited the area less and less.  It hurt too much to see the city sprawl, the giant Lexington pushing closer and closer, until finally consuming the tiny town of Nicholasville.  All the area’s special flavor, its eccentricity was lost.  Only those images remained, frozen in my mind. . . seeds waiting to come alive.  I wanted to capture that timeless feel, so thus my stage was set for the romantic battle of Jago Mershan and Asha Montgomerie.

My stories always evolve from the questions of who and why.  I see a scene in my head, such as the opening of Chapter One:  Jago sitting at the bar, waiting, and drinking a beer.  Who is he?  Why is he there?  Who is he waiting for?  He’s waiting for Asha, naturally.  Then, when Asha enters, it’s more questions.  Where did she just come from?  How will she react to this lone wolf invading her domain?  What is a woman from England doing in a nowhere spot in Kentucky?  I knew who she was basically, the little sister of the heroine in the first book in the series, but the questions then propelled me to define Asha and her quirky world and how Jago fit into it.

Cats seem to have a penchant for wandering into my contemporary stories, so I wasn’t surprised the nameless cat appeared and took up with Jago.  I kept trying to give the black cat his name, only he defied my efforts, so I permitted that, too, to become a part of the story.

  

As for the tune Tell Laura I Love Her― the song was very popular when I was a small child and it seemed to play endlessly on the Jukebox at the real Wind Mill Restaurant.  Records were not updated too often.  LOL.  Bobby “Boris” Picket, J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers, The Kinks, The Hollies. . . all played on the 45s, three songs for a quarter.  Everything from those few weeks scattered through my early life lived on, razor sharp in my mind.  I recall the beautiful Wurlitzer, the shiny lights holding a faerie magic, like a lit Christmas tree, the Wallette changers on the walls by each booth.  If I just close my eyes and allow my mind to cast back in time, suddenly, I conjure the way the afternoon sun slanted through the plate-glass windows, which ran across the front of the brick building.  It’s all there for me― the Drive-In showing Vincent Price movies; the sound of someone bouncing on the diving board at the swim club; I hear the chatter in the restaurant, or the taste cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries.  Scents, as well, play a big part  in those memories ― popcorn in the concession stand, baby oil and chlorine from poolside, and the smells of food cooking in the diner.  I feel the breeze off the Kentucky River caressing my face; I hear the rush of the water over the weir at Lock Eight.  All of these elements supercharged my senses and created such vivid and happy memories within me.  Inside my heart The Wind Mill was not a rundown place whose magic was extinguished by progress of the times.  It lived and was nurtured within my soul.  Pure magic.

Finally, one day Riding the Thunder was born. . .

Deborah Macgillivray is the author of the Award-Winning contemporary romance series, the Sisters of Colford Hall ™(Montlake/Amazon Publishing) and Scottish Medieval Historical series, The Dragons of Challon™ (Kensington Books).  She also has an anthology, Cat O’ Nine Tales, dealing with her favourite subjects―Romance and Felines.

Her titles include:  The Invasion of Falgannon Isle, Riding the Thunder, A Wolf in Wolf’s Clothing, A Restless Knight, In Her Bed, One Snowy Knight, and Cat O’Nine Tales, available in paperback and eBook through Amazon.com and wherever books are sold.  

She now lives in a small town in Northern Kentucky where she is working on the next books in both series.

You can follow her on:

Facebook http://facebook.com/Scotladywriter, 

Linkedin http://www.linkedin.com/in/deborahmacgillivray,

Twitter http://twitter.com/Scotladywriter

and her blog http://deborahmacgillivray.blogspot.com/