The Sun God’s Heir: Return by Elliot Baker – Excerpt

Welcome to the Book Launch and Free on Kindle Promotion Tour for
The Sun God’s Heir: Return, Book 1.

From Jan. 18-22, 2017,  the Kindle version of The Sun God’s Heir: Return, Book 1 will be FREE for everyone.

About The Sun God’s Heir: Return, Book 1:

The Sun God’s Heir is a swashbuckling series, set at the end of the seventeenth century in France, Spain and northern Africa. Slavery is a common plague along the European coast and into this wild time, an ancient Egyptian general armed with dark arts has managed to return and re-embody, intent on recreating the reign of terror he began as Pharaoh. René Gilbert must remember his own former lifetime at the feet of Akhenaten to have a chance to defeat Horemheb. A secret sect has waited in Morocco for three thousand years for his arrival.

Book Information:

Title: The Sun God’s Heir: Return, Book 1
Author Name: Elliott Baker
Genre: Historical Fiction, Fantasy
Release Date: January 2, 2017

Excerpt:

The boatswain, a large man with scars on his arms and face, walked over to stand in front of René. “Chain him to the mast.”
Their gazes met.
“Don’t look at me, boy.” He backhanded René in the face. “Look down at the deck when I talk to you. You’re some over-fed nobleman’s kid thinkin’ you make the rules. Surprised you ain’t cryin’ for your mama. You got a mama, boy?” he asked and laughed. When René didn’t answer, he hit him again. “I asked you a question, boy. Don’t try my patience, ‘cause I ain’t got none.”
“My mother died when I was born.” René studied the man’s feet to see how he moved. All the while he cataloged everything in his peripheral vision.
“Well, not to worry, you will be seeing her soon.” The boatswain turned to walk away then turned back and hit René again. His bitter laugh floated across the deck. “I just had to do that.”
Though they had chained him in a way that forced him to stand, René had enough slack to turn and see most of the ship. He was aboard an English slave ship. She was an older carrack in design with the raised forecastle. She had seen better days, though. The fact that she was still on the seas suggested either a cutthroat reputation or an experienced captain. Under the wear, the ship was surprisingly clean, her ropes and sails newly repaired and in good order. Second rate though she might be, she was seaworthy. This was a veteran crew, competent in their tasks, and not likely to make mistakes that might allow him to escape. Escape. Even if he could, where would he go in the middle of the ocean?
Do not rush fate. One thing at a time. Do what you can do.
His master’s voice echoed within his head.
He had to pick a fight and hope he survived long enough to create allies. The next time the big boatswain walked by, René laughed. “What are you findin’ so funny, boy?” The man stuck his face within inches of René’s.
The boatswain’s right leg was shorter than his left and René doubted anyone brought that fact to his attention without regret.
“You walk funny.” René called out loud and clear. There was no profit to him if he got beat up and no one knew why.
All work within the sound of René’s voice stopped. Silence reigned. René had guessed right, and now he needed to survive his insight.
The boatswain froze, disbelief written on his face. The disbelief changed to rage. “What did you say?” Spittle flew from his mouth.
Even the captain had turned to watch. René counted on the fact that Gaspard’s agent had given the captain a great deal of money along with explicit instructions that did not include throwing a dead boy overboard. What he could not know was how close to dead the agent considered acceptable.
“I said you walk funny,” René said— louder this time, so there was no mistake in his words.
“Do you know what a cat is, boy?” The veins in the man’s neck pulsed. His eyes were shot red with blood.

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Praise for The Sun God’s Heir: Return:
A great read! From the first sword fight I could not put it down. Adventure, romance, action with just the right amount of his history and mysticism. The main character Rene displays all the qualities a true hero should; loyal, smart, humble, and a ferocious warrior all opponents will fear before their end. I could not help but feel fully immersed in the story. One of the best reads I can remember, I am eagerly anticipating the next book in the series!! ~ Jason Battistelli
The Sun God’s Heir is a page turner. The development of the characters made you really care what happens next to each person, good or evil. The descriptions of the ships, homes and countryside transported me into the era and made me feel like I was one of the onlookers or a part of the story itself. The moment I finished I had to have the second book to see what happens next. Fabulous!” ~
Karyn Krause Cumberland, Esquire
The Sun God’s Heir is a fascinating combination of historical period fiction, sci-fi, and political intrigue. Elliott Baker weaves a tale that one would have to be catatonic not to enjoy. The character development ranks among the best I’ve read; truly, by halfway through the book I found myself thinking like Rene (the main character) in my own daily life. This is the sign of mastery of character depth which is so often lacking in contemporary fiction. And the pacing! Rarely does a book seem to move at the speed of a movie without feeling haphazard. I applaud Elliott for pulling that off, as only an experienced screenwriter or playwright could. If you like a quality story that bridges traditional genre boundaries, then the Sun God’s Heir is for you! ~ Joshua Bartlett

Meet the Author:

Award winning novelist and international playwright Elliott B. Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida but has spent the last thirty-five years or so living in sunny New Hampshire. With four musicals and one play published and produced throughout the United States, in New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada, Elliott is pleased to offer his first novel, Return, book one of The Sun God’s Heir trilogy. Among his many work experiences, Elliott was a practicing hypnotherapist for seven years. A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his wife Sally Ann.

You can find Elliott at the following places:

How we Made a Reindeer for the Garden

We made garden reindeer by attending the reindeer making workshop at Wimpole Estate.

Ciaran, from the gardening team, made it look easy as he demonstrated how to do it.

How to Make Reindeer - Wimpole Estate Gardener

Now it was our turn to create a creature. We gathered up the materials:

  • A log for the body
  • A smaller log for the head
  • Four long sticks for legs
  • A shorter stick for the neck
  • Two sticks for ears
  • A conkers for the nose
  • A pine cone for the tail
  • Twigs for the antlers
  • A mallet
  • Glue
  • A nail to attach the nose
  • A staple and wire to attach the tail

Materials to make a reindeer

Ciaran had kindly drilled the holes already so we just had to fill the holes with glue and set about assembling our masterpieces.

Wooden reindeers
The finished product!

Transporting two  reindeer in a Renault Clio was probably the trickiest part.

One reindeer went to live at the Moomins’ house and the other was released into the wilds of our garden where it was soon greeted by the other residents.

Rabbit and reindeer
When Pongo met Twiggy

 

Saying hello nicely
Saying hello nicely!

Fozzy greeted the reindeer nicely and then decided she needed to get to know it a little better by sniffing it’s bottom.

Dog sniffing wooden reindeers bottom
Getting to know the reindeer better!

Merry Christmas!

12 Ways to get in the Christmas Spirit

You’ve heard of the 12 days of Christmas. Well here are the 12 ways of Christmas.

12 ways to get in the Christmas spirit:

1    Watch your favourite festive movies. I can’t wait to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas! And if it’s on TV you might even get to see the annual heart-warming John Lewis advert or the Coca-Cola truck during the ad breaks too

2    Count down the days. Make an advent calendar to give yourself a special treat each day. It could be a chocolate, a biscuit or a beer.

3    Visit a Christmas market. The hustle and bustle and smell of gluhwein and bratwurst will get you feeling festive. Find Christmas markets, grottos, the Coca-Cola truck stops and other festive events here.

4    Put up the Christmas tree and decorations. The more tinsel, lights, glitter and sparkle the better!

5    Drink Christmas beverages. I’m a sucker for marketing ploys and get way too excited when Starbucks release their red Christmas cups. Warm up with a Christmas spice coffee blend or if you prefer something stronger, relax with a mulled wine, Advocaat or a warm mug of hot spiced cider.

6    Bake! Fill the house with merry smells by making mince pies, Christmas cake or the Christmas pudding.

7    Wear a Christmas jumper. Cute, classic or funny, you’ll be sure to raise a smile and help spread the Christmas cheer! Save the Children’s Christmas Jumper Day is on Friday 16th December 2016.

8    Go to a pantomime. Christmastime means panto season. I’m not sure why as Aladdin, Robin Hood or Dick Whittington aren’t particularly festive tales but anyway, get down to your local theatre or village hall and enjoy some audience participation. Where’s the grumpy humbug? It’s behind you.

9    Listen to Christmas songs. Put on your favourite Christmas album, turn the volume up and have a good old singalong!

10    Wrap up presents and write out cards. Those festive scenes and the thought of your loved ones opening their gifts will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

11    Take a tour of decorated houses. Some people go all out, lighting up their houses and gardens with inflatable Santas, lit up snowmen and flashing lights. Show your appreciation by leaving a donation in their charity collection box if they have one.

12    Enjoy a party. Whether it’s with your friends, family or work colleagues, wear a silly hat, pull crackers and tell bad jokes. It’s all part of the fun.

Merry Christmas!

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.” Dr.Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

Exclusive Excerpt from The Time Traveller’s Resort and Museum

New Release by David McLain!

Title: The Time Traveller’s Resort and Museum

Author Name: David McLain

Illustrator: Felix Eddy

Genre(s): Time Travel, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Steampunk

Release Date: November 17, 2016

Publisher:  Mirror World Publishing

Follow the Tour:

About The Time Traveller’s Resort and Museum:

“If you need to know men’s secrets

Or if there’s something you need to find

If you want to see the dinosaurs

Or the insides of your mind.

If you want to watch the earth begin,

Or see what the apocalypse will leave behind,

You need to thank Alice Anderson,

For Alice is the mother of time.”

That was how the rhyme went. Every time traveler knew it. Everyone that is, except of course, for Alice herself,

since she hadn’t invented time travel yet. Since returning to London, Alice’s life has been turned upside down. She’s

been accused of murder and lost her position in the scientific community. Her only ally in this journey is a strange

man who seems to think that Alice may be about to open up a strange new world of possibilities, but is probably not

telling her everything he knows.

Read an Exclusive  Excerpt:

It didn’t seem like a place for a king to die. He lay there on a simple stretcher, with no more ceremony than a common soldier might have. His beard was bloody, and his arms looked disjointed, but he didn’t look like he was dying. Maybe it would be all right. It was difficult to tell. The young man knelt down beside him. The smell was overwhelming. ‘The smell of death,’he thought. ‘I have to pretend. I have to pretend I don’t smell it. Just look at him. He looks fine. Just look at him.’ The young man looked at the King’s face and tried to smile. The King opened his eyes and stared at him.

“Hwæt!” he said. He spoke with a small laugh, as if all of this were a practical joke on him. “Adam,” he said. The young man nodded. He had never been sure why it was that the King called him that. It wasn’t his name. Normally he would object, but of course things like that didn’t matter just now. With great effort, the King raised his hand to his chest. It was only then that the young man noticed the sword.

The King’s beautiful sword was still clutched in his left hand; or rather, the hilt of his sword was still in his hand. The blade had shattered, leaving only a small stub where the deadliest weapon in Britain had once been. The cold flat steel of the hilt was still perfect, but its power was gone now, gone forever. It had shattered like a chicken bone, or an old piece of wood.

“Wē wunne,” the King said.

“Wē wunne,” the young man repeated.

“Ond min deað,” the King gasped.

“No,” the young man said firmly, as if his insistence would be enough. The King laughed again.

“Nū morgen,” the King said. “Nū cyning. Ic Fæder fæþmum, ond Ic spræce mit mitig.”

And with that, he died.

***

They buried the King at the abbey. He was laid in the hollow of an oak tree, near the men who had died so willingly protecting his kingdom and his throne. The hilt of his sword was laid on his chest. The young man had a local blacksmith lay down the engraving on the hilt, so that the world would know him for all time. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple dedication in Latin. The plot was marked with a stone pyramid and nothing more. The funeral was attended by the men who had survived, and those who were there were convinced that he would have been honoured. He was now the past, and the future.

A new morning. A new king. I embrace the Father and I speak with might.

Those were his last words, and they haunted the young man until he became an old man, long after the old king had become a myth and a shadow. When the young man was asked about the old king, and he was asked more times than he could remember, he would usually talk about his love of the people, of all people, and the way he could make men laugh. But sometimes, just sometimes, when it was late at night, he would tell people about the last words of the King, and the engraving the blacksmith had put on the sword:

 

HIC IACET

ARTHVR

Meet the Author:

David McLain is the author of the two novels: Dragonbait, and The Life of a Thief. His stories have

been published in the anthologies Metastasis, Penny Dread II, and the Doctor Who Anthology Time

Shadows, as well as over two dozen magazines. He has been featured on NPR’s Off the Page and the History of

England podcast. He lives in New York.

Connect with David McLain:

Linked In: https://www.linkedin.com/in/david-

mclain-63b77963

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show

/5814869.David_McLain

Meet the Illustrator:

Felix Eddy graduated Magnum Cum Laude from Alfred University. She is the author and illustrator of A

Bestiary Alphabet, and has illustrated several book covers and children’s books. You can find out more about

her at www.felixeddy.com

Purchase Links:

MIRROR WORLD PUBLISHING:

Paperback: http://mirror- world-publishing.myshopify.com/collections/poetry/products/the-

time-travellers- resort-and- museum-paperback

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Seven Reasons to Attend the St Neots Film Festival

The St Neots Film Festival is almost here! If you haven’t got your ticket yet then what are you waiting for?

Festival details

Dates: Monday 7th and Thursday 10th November at Cineworld and
Friday 11th November at Loves Farm House

Times: 6pm to 9pm

Tickets: £8 for a festival pass (both nights at Cineworld), £5 for one evening at Cineworld, £2.50 for the final evening at Loves Farm House (available on the door)

Buy tickets here.

Here are seven great reasons why you should go:

To be entertained

Clearly the main highlight of a film festival is the films. Filmmakers have been submitting their short movies throughout the year and the organisers have selected the best to be showcased at the festival. Films are a maximum of 20 minutes long. This is great for people with a short attention span (like me) and means you get to see a diverse selection of films each evening.

To discover local talent

Films have been submitted from local children, teens and adults. Movies by Cambridge based film making groups Little Victories Films and Ruptured Screen will be on show as will short films made by St Neots based Channel 7 Productions.

To support the local community

The event has been organised by local people who are keen to unveil film making talent. The festival has gained support from sponsors including Lovett Sales and Lettings, Neotists, St Neots Film Club and Cineworld.

To meet great people

Grab your popcorn and settle down for a top evening of entertainment. But take a look around. You could be sitting alongside the stars, directors and producers of the films you are watching.

To see your home town on the big screen

I love seeing places I have been on films.  With many films made by local people on show, there is a high chance that the settings will be the places you know and love too.

It’s great value for money

Festival passes (for both evenings at Cineworld) are £8. The final evening at Loves Farm House is just £2.50. Where else can you get three evenings’ (nine hours’) worth of entertainment for £10.50?

To be inspired

The films will definitely entertain, probably make you think, and maybe even inspire you to go out and create something awesome yourself.

See you there!

Buy tickets here.

Help to spread the work by sharing this blog post and following St Neots Film Festival on social media:

Twitter: @StNeotsFilmFest
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stneotsfilmfestival/

Chosen by the Valkyries – A guest post by author Sharon Ledwith

If you are ever lucky enough (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) to be chosen by the Valkyries, it says a lot about your character and the warrior within you. In Book 2 of The Last Timekeepers tween and teen time travel series, The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret, an eccentric baron named Baron von Roth teaches Jordan and Amanda about the significance of the Valkyries, runes, and the most important and granddaddy of all Nordic gods, Odin.

Valkyrie - from The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret by Sharon Ledwith
Valkyrie

Valkyries were female figures, closely associated with Odin, whose function it was to select those slain in battle for Valhall (a.k.a. Valhalla). The name Valkyries literally means ‘choosers of the slain’, and Valhall means ‘hall of the slain’. These slain warriors were gathered for Odin’s ghostly army, fed boar’s flesh (yum), and allowed to drink ale before they trained to hone their skills for the final battle at Ragnarok (the end of the old world). After the slain warriors are chosen, it was the Valkyries job to keep the warriors’ horned goblets filled to the brim with booze. In other words, besides being grim reapers, these ladies were also glorified waitresses.

Odin - from The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret by Sharon Ledwith
Odin

Odin is in a class all by himself. His name means ‘frenzy’, and he was also known as the god of magic and wisdom. Odin was often portrayed as a grey-bearded old man with one eye, his face hidden by a hood or a broad-brimmed hat, because he had cast an eye into Mirmir’s well in return for a drink of its ‘immense wisdom’. He gained insight another way by hanging himself (sacrificing himself to himself) from a mighty wind-swept ash tree named Yggdrasil. Odin survived in this state for no less than nine days and nights. At the end of the ninth night, he at last perceived shapes in the depths: the runes! His sacrifice had been accepted and the runes (which mean both ‘letter’ and ‘secret’ or ‘mystery’) were shown to him, revealing to Odin not only their forms, but also the secrets that lie within them. Having fixed this knowledge in his formidable memory, Odin ended his ordeal with a scream of exultation. Whew, that’s a lot to endure for an ancient alphabet system!

Rune list from The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret by Sharon Ledwith
Rune List
Only a true hero can shine the light in humanity’s darkest time.
Book Details:
Title: The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret
Series:  The Last Timekeepers, Book 2
Author Name: Sharon Ledwith
Genre(s): Middle Grade, Young Adult, Science Fiction, Fantasy, WWII
Release Date: October 17, 2016
Publisher:  Mirror World Publishing
About The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret:
Fourteen year-old Jordan Jensen always considered himself a team player on and off the field, until the second Timekeeper mission lands him in Amsterdam during World War Two. Pulled into the world of espionage, torture, and intolerance, Jordan and the rest of the Timekeepers have no choice but to stay one step ahead of the Nazis in order to find and protect a mysterious book.
With the help of the Dutch Resistance, an eccentric baron, Nordic runes, and an ancient volume originating from Atlantis, Jordan must learn that it takes true teamwork, trust, and sacrifice to keep time safe from the evils of fascism. Can Jordan find the hero within to conquer the darkness surrounding the Timekeepers? If he doesn’t, then the terrible truth of what the Nazis did will never see the light of day.
Read an Excerpt:
“I wonder what else is down here.” Drake beamed his cell phone across the basement, hitting jars of jams, pickles, and relishes. His stomach growled.
Jordan pulled the cheese from his pocket and handed it to Drake. “Trade you for your phone.”
“Best. Trade. Ever.” Drake passed his phone to Jordan.
Jordan walked over and grabbed a jar of pickles off the dusty shelf. At least they wouldn’t arrive at the baron’s place hungry. He hoped his uncle had managed to stop Amanda’s bleeding. His hand tightened over the jar, the ridges of the lid cutting into his palm. A scrape from behind the shelves made Jordan jump.
“Hello?” he asked, pushing jars aside. He flashed the cell phone into the small, dark area.
“Who ya talking to, Jordan?” Drake asked with his mouth full of cheese.
“Shhh, Drake.” Jordan listened. Hearing nothing, he shrugged and turned back around.
“I thought I heard—” Jordan stopped and pointed the phone at Ravi. His jaw dropped. “A-Are you serious, Sharma?”
Drake spat out his cheese, snorting with laughter.
“Is there a problem?” Ravi asked, tying the bowtie of his tuxedo.
“You look like a penguin with attitude!” Drake slapped his knee.
“Say what you want, but I’m glad we didn’t hit the cleaners on the way to school now,” Ravi replied, pulling down his sleeves, “or else I wouldn’t have these dry clothes.”
Jordan chuckled. Suddenly, he heard a door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps squeaking down the stairs. Panicking, Jordan stuffed Drake’s phone in his track suit jacket’s pocket and waved Drake over by the shelves. Drake slipped behind Jordan just in time, before the small light bulb above the bottom of the stairs clicked on. Jordan swallowed hard. There, staring directly at Ravi was a portly man in a blood-stained apron. Tufts of blond hair sprouted from the sides of his balding head. His brown trousers were pulled up past his waist, making him resemble an evil garden gnome. In one of his hands, he held a huge butcher knife, its blade flecked with blood.
Wielding the knife, the man pointed at Ravi. “Who are you?”
Ravi licked his thick lips nervously. “The name’s Bond. James Bond.”
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Meet the Author:
Escape to the past and have a blast.
Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and is represented by Walden House (Books & Stuff) for her teen psychic series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.
Learn more about Sharon Ledwith on her WEBSITE and BLOG. Look up her AMAZON AUTHOR page for a list of current books. Stay connected on FACEBOOK, TWITTER, GOOGLE+, and GOODREADS. Check out THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS TIME TRAVEL SERIES Facebook page.
Connect with Sharon Ledwith:
Sharon’s Website: www.sharonledwith.com
Sharon’s Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/seledwith
Twitter: @sharonledwith: https://twitter.com/sharonledwith

Exclusive Excerpt from The Secret in Mossy Swamp

Things are never what they seem… in a foggy Louisiana swamp

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

“How old is he?”

“I believe he’s about your age,” Mama said.

“Did they find his boat?”

Mama shrugged. “Your father found an abandoned boat matching the description the family gave, down at the edge of the Atchafalaya Swamp early this morning. If he’s lost out there,” she bowed her head, “God help him. That swamp is thousands of acres.”

“My teacher, Miss Algood, said it’s over a million acres, and it’s the biggest swamp in the whole United States.”

“That is huge,” she said. “Well, your father is studying the currents down through there to see. If it is his boat, it might have drifted there on its own.”

“I’m sure it’s the current.” I wrinkled my nose. “Why would a kid want to go up in a big ole swamp, unless he thought the fishing was better there?”

“That’s what they are trying to figure out.” Mama stood up and brushed her hands across her apron. “Most of all they are concerned with where he could be now.”

I followed her back into the houseboat.

Papa sat staring at the maps. He rolled one of ’em up and ran his finger over the lines on another one.

“Are you going to eat something before you head out, Jack?” Mama asked him. He didn’t answer. His tanned forehead pulled his bushy brows down over his blue eyes.

Jesse jumped down from his chair at the table. “I’m sorry I colored in your book,” he mumbled with his head down. “I needed some paper to draw on, and it’s aw I could find.”

“Next time, ask me,” I said. “I’m sure I could have found some for you.” I glared at him. I wasn’t ready to forgive The Spaz just yet.

I walked over to Papa, trying not to interrupt his concentration. Lying next to one of the maps was a small key. I reached for it but Papa slapped his hand over it.

I’d grown an attraction to keys. Keys meant someone had secrets and secrets meant adventure. “What does that go to?”

Book Information:

Title: The Secret in Mossy Swamp

Series: Nikki Landry Swamp Legends, Book 3

Author Name: Rita Monette

Genre(s): Juvenile/Middle Grade, Adventure, Mystery

Length: Approx. 204 pages

ASIN: B01KIQNDD6
ISBN Paperback: 978-1987976168

Release Date: Septemer 17, 2016

Publisher: Mirror World Publishing (http://www.mirrorworldpublishing.com/)

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http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2016/09/book-tour-schedule-secret-in-mossy.html

 

About The Secret in Mossy Swamp:

Living in a tiny houseboat, Nikki is stuck with sharing a room with her little brother, Jesse, who does what little brothers do best…torture their sisters. Fed up, she decides to build a place of her own…a tree house where no boys are allowed. Meanwhile, something strange is happening on Bayou Platte. Things and people are coming up missing…and little stick dolls covered in moss, known locally as “signs” from the legendary Rougarou, are showing up in their place.

Is the Rougarou really to blame? Can Nikki get to the bottom of the mystery before things get worse? Find out in this third instalment of the Nikki Landry Swamp Legends Series!

Add the Book on Goodreads:

Purchase Links:

Mirror World Publishing ~
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eBook: http://mirror-world-publishing.myshopify.com/collections/juvenile/products/the-secret-in-mossy-swamp-e-book

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2cbkPHy

Meet the Author:
 

Behind Every Legend Lies the Truth!

Rita Monette was born and raised in Southwest Louisiana. She loves to write stories set in the beautiful, yet mysterious, bayous and swamps of her home state. She is currently retired and lives with her husband, four lap dogs, and one lap cat, in the mountains of Tennessee. Besides writing and illustrating, She enjoys participating in festivals and craft shows where she does face and body art, along with selling her books.

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Cover Reveal – The Last Time Keepers and the Dark Secret

Welcome to the cover reveal for Sharon Ledwith’s upcoming new novel, The Last Time Keepers and the Dark Secret.
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Title: The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret
Series:  The Last Timekeepers, Book 2
Author Name: Sharon Ledwith
Genre(s): Middle Grade, Young Adult, Science Fiction, Fantasy, WWII
Release Date: October 17, 2016
Publisher:  Mirror World Publishing (http://www.mirrorworldpublishing.com)
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Are you ready to see the cover?
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About The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret:
Only a true hero can shine the light in humanity’s darkest time.
Fourteen year-old Jordan Jensen always considered himself a team player on and off the field, until the second Timekeeper mission lands him in Amsterdam during World War Two. Pulled into the world of espionage, torture, and intolerance, Jordan and the rest of the Timekeepers have no choice but to stay one step ahead of the Nazis in order to find and protect a mysterious book.
With the help of the Dutch Resistance, an eccentric baron, Nordic runes, and an ancient volume originating from Atlantis, Jordan must learn that it takes true teamwork, trust, and sacrifice to keep time safe from the evils of fascism. Can Jordan find the hero within to conquer the darkness surrounding the Timekeepers? If he doesn’t, then the terrible truth of what the Nazis did will never see the light of day.
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Read an Excerpt:
“I wonder what else is down here.” Drake beamed his cell phone across the basement, hitting jars of jams, pickles, and relishes. His stomach growled.
Jordan pulled the cheese from his pocket and handed it to Drake. “Trade you for your phone.”
“Best. Trade. Ever.” Drake passed his phone to Jordan.
Jordan walked over and grabbed a jar of pickles off the dusty shelf. At least they wouldn’t arrive at the baron’s place hungry. He hoped his uncle had managed to stop Amanda’s bleeding. His hand tightened over the jar, the ridges of the lid cutting into his palm. A scrape from behind the shelves made Jordan jump.
“Hello?” he asked, pushing jars aside. He flashed the cell phone into the small, dark area.
“Who ya talking to, Jordan?” Drake asked with his mouth full of cheese.
“Shhh, Drake.” Jordan listened. Hearing nothing, he shrugged and turned back around.
“I thought I heard—” Jordan stopped and pointed the phone at Ravi. His jaw dropped. “A-Are you serious, Sharma?”
Drake spat out his cheese, snorting with laughter.
“Is there a problem?” Ravi asked, tying the bowtie of his tuxedo.
“You look like a penguin with attitude!” Drake slapped his knee.
“Say what you want, but I’m glad we didn’t hit the cleaners on the way to school now,” Ravi replied, pulling down his sleeves, “or else I wouldn’t have these dry clothes.”
Jordan chuckled. Suddenly, he heard a door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps squeaking down the stairs. Panicking, Jordan stuffed Drake’s phone in his track suit jacket’s pocket and waved Drake over by the shelves. Drake slipped behind Jordan just in time, before the small light bulb above the bottom of the stairs clicked on. Jordan swallowed hard. There, staring directly at Ravi was a portly man in a blood-stained apron. Tufts of blond hair sprouted from the sides of his balding head. His brown trousers were pulled up past his waist, making him resemble an evil garden gnome. In one of his hands, he held a huge butcher knife, its blade flecked with blood.
Wielding the knife, the man pointed at Ravi. “Who are you?”
Ravi licked his thick lips nervously. “The name’s Bond. James Bond.”
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Meet the Author:
Unearthing the uncanny one book at a time.
Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and is represented by Walden House (Books & Stuff) for her teen psychic series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.

A non-gardeners Guide to Brightening your Garden

I love outdoor living but gardening is not really my thing so I decided to brighten up the garden by other means.

After a trip to Budapest, I was inspired by the colourful and quirky ruin bars, particularly Szimpla Kert, pictured below.

Szimpla Kert Ruin Bar BudapestSzimpla Kert Ruin Bar Budapest upper levelSzimpla Kert Ruin Bar flags, BudapestI purchased some spray paints in a variety of colours and gathered some items to spruce up. I already had dining room chairs, terracotta pots, a hammock stand and a lantern and I picked up a child’s bike (purely for decorative purposes) and a table from the local recycling centre.

Our rabbits like to eat the grass in the back garden and probably wouldn’t like the taste or toxicity of spray paint so I lay down a sheet in the front garden, moved my car well out of the way, and started spraying.

Plain pots before spray painting Chairs, hammock stand, lantern and pot Table and bike from the scrap yard

I was really pleased with the results.

Colourful chairs Colourful table Colourful table, bike and pots

I found an unusual plant pot  to add extra decoration but Fozzy, our mini-labradoodle, did not approve.

The newly painted furniture was arranged in the corner of the garden and flags added to brighten up the wall.

Colourful garden with flags

The garden was now ready to be enjoyed by friends and family at the barbecue of the year.

Party at Fort Bull-Knox

Book Tour: Poppy by Clarissa Johal

Welcome to the Blog Tour for POPPY by Clarissa Johal.

Follow the tour for reviews, interviews, guest posts, and book spotlights.

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Book Details:

Title: Poppy
Genre: Paranormal
Author: Clarissa Johal
Editor: Kathryn Galan
Publisher: Faeriemoon Press
ISBN-13: 978-0692708873
ISBN-10: 0692708871
Number of Pages: 234

About POPPY:

A red-headed, pink-loving mortician who speaks to the dead.
A moody, unsociable funeral director.
Poppy and Dante from Struck are back.

Something is lingering around Skyview Funeral Home—and it’s stealing souls of the dead.
With Dante in tow, Poppy is determined to put a stop to it.
Can she protect those who are trying to cross over, or will her soul be next?

Amazon Link:

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Read an Excerpt:

The root cellar was a small space with a low ceiling. At one point, it probably smelled of apples and potatoes, but now, there was nothing but the scent of lawn mower gas, dirt, and cold stone. Poppy reached into the darkness, searching for the light bulb string. Her fingers connected, and she pulled it on with a click.

“Gladys?”

Weak light illuminated the usual garden-equipment clutter. Rakes and shovels were piled against a stone wall. Several cans of gasoline sat next to an old lawn mower. Bags of fertilizer and garden fungicide sat beside them. Gladys was nowhere in sight.

A rustle sounded from a darkened corner. Fully expecting to see a rat or trapped bird, she held the bulb in such a way to throw light on it. The door slammed shut behind her.

“Geez!” Poppy lost her grip on the light. The swinging bulb cast rising and falling shadows on the walls. She made a move to push the door open when the lightbulb suddenly shattered, leaving her in darkness.

“Gladys?” Poppy kicked herself for not waiting until morning, when Dante could have accompanied her. The grating sound started up from the corner of the room. It ran slowly along the ground until it stopped in front of her. That’s not Gladys. You walked right into this one.

She clutched the jar to her chest, her heart thumping. “I have the locket, if that’s what you want.”

The answering silence lay across the cellar like a shroud.

“I’ll make you a deal. You leave my dead alone, and I’ll leave the locket right here.” Her voice sounded against the close confines. “Good luck with the sea salt, if that matters.” Poppy inwardly cringed as she felt a trickle of blood from her nose. Dammit. She attempted to put up her barriers, but it was too late.

A heaviness descended upon her shoulders like a mantle. Something lashed out and scratched the skin of her throat.

Meet the Author:


Clarissa Johal is the bestselling author of paranormal novels, Poppy, The Island, Voices, Struck and Between. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing, taking pictures of gargoyles, or swinging from a trapeze. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters, and every stray animal that darkens their doorstep.

Find Clarissa Online:

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