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  • Haunt My Heart gets a makeover. #coverreveal #PNR #ghost #romance

    This little project has been on the back burner for a while now and last week, it finally happened. Haunt My Heart got a makeover thanks to Jaycee at Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs. 

    It’s the same great story but with an updated look.

    It’s available now in ebook and print.

    If you’ve already read and reviewed Haunt My Heart, THANK YOU! I’d appreciate it very much if you could share this post with your reading friends as well 😀

    If you haven’t read Haunt yet, what are you waiting for? Did you know Haunt has 44 reviews and 4.7 of 5 STARS? Get it now on Amazon.

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    A Civil War soldier dies to save his men. Can he find true love to live again?

    Sarah Knight has a job she’s good at, a quirky BFF, and a boyfriend who’s bad for her. When Sarah unearths a Civil War artifact on a ghost hunt at Chatham Manor, she brings home more than a souvenir

    Lieutenant James “Tanner” Dawson fought for the Union, working as a supernatural liaison for his Major General in a secret Masonic offset called the Brothers of Peril. When he’s hexed by a witch, he learns the only way to save his men is to die himself. But death is not the end. Awakening 150 years later, he knows if he wants to be corporeal again, he has to find true love to break the hex—a task no easier in 21st century than it was in the 19th.

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  • Win Shifted in Seattle or more than 55 other paranormal shifter romances! #contest


    Today, I have a fun surprise that I’d like to share with you. I’ve teamed up with more than 55 fantastic paranormal shifter romance authors to give away a huge collection of novels to 2 lucky winners, PLUS a Kindle Fire to the Grand Prize winner!
    You can win my novel SHIFTED IN SEATTLE, plus books from authors like
    CATHERINE VALE & EMMA STORM.
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    Good luck, and enjoy!

    Lisa Medley


  • Wattpad Wednesday: Reap & Repent – Chapters 1-5 posted for preview

    I recently discovered Wattpad. Yeah, I’m a little slow to the game. Last week, I posted the first two chapters of my current work-in-progress, Shifted in Seattle, to Wattpad as an experiment.  Since I’m new, I only have three followers. Still, it’s been fun.

    This week, I decided to post a Reap & Repent preview and included chapters 1-5. You can read all five chapters in the tiny box below or scroll to the end and continue reading on Wattpad.

    Come on over and get lost in my world of reapers for a spell.

    Oh, and feel free to follow me there. It’s dark. And lonely.

     

    As always, you can get the entire, full-length novel on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/1AvrNfb 

     


  • Shifted in Seattle – Chapter One of my WIP on Wattpad #amwriting #sasquatch #shifter #romance

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    In the spirit of trying new things, I’ve posted the first chapter of one of my works in progress, Shifted in Seattle, on Wattpad.

    You can read it here Wattpad Reads

    I’ll post each chapter as I write. You can make comments and/or story suggestions there and be a part of the process.

    Remember, it’s unedited so you’re bound to find typos and such. Be kind.

    Poke around while you’re there. Lots of talented folks spinning tales.

    PS They made me post a cover. Forgive my lack of graphic wizardry. The real thing will be much better. I promise.


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  • Spotlight on The Sephra’s Tear: Just One Spell (Book One) by Robyn Bachar

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    Just One Spell

    Book One

    Robyn Bachar

     

    Genre: Fantasy Romance

    Publisher: Robyn Bachar

    Date of Publication: 06/01/15

    ISBN: Ebook 978-0-9963490-1-7

    ISBN: Print 978-0-9963490-0-0

    ASIN: B00YPRRYGM

     

    Number of pages: 318 * Word Count: 63,770 *  Cover Artist: Amygdala Design

    Book Description:

    Just one spell will change their fates…

    Cordelia is a pawn of House Dorchada—a notorious noble family comprised of thieves, assassins and dark wizards. Desperate to avoid their poisonous politics, Cordelia plotted her escape for years, but her carefully laid plans are jeopardized when her father commands her to marry an aged lord of Frostever.

    With only a few short months left before her wedding, Cordelia’s salvation hinges on creating a Sephra’s Tear—a forbidden amulet that causes overwhelming lust in its victim. A black market buyer promises a life-changing amount of coin as payment for the Tear, but being caught creating it carries a death sentence.

    Two wizards are needed to produce the passion to fuel the erotic spell, so Cordelia recruits the aid of peasant wizard Nathaniel Ravenwood. Nathaniel has long denied his desire for the beautiful Cordelia. As a noblewoman and a Dorchada she is as dangerous to Nathaniel as a viper, but the fortune she offers is a temptation he can’t refuse.

    Dealing in dark magic comes with a price, and Cordelia and Nathaniel risk losing their freedom—and their hearts. Their fates depend on the one spell that will free them, or destroy them.

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    Excerpt:

    Nathaniel’s study was located in the lower levels of the stronghold, carved out of the stone the city was built upon, where the wizards of limited financial means lived and trained. The décor changed with each floor she descended, the layers of artistry and comfort stripped away until the walls and floor were bare gray stone. Like everything in White Harbor, the lines dividing the wealthy and the poor were clear. Cordelia enjoyed the tangible privileges of noble birth, but she knew she wouldn’t have them for much longer. She’d gladly give up silk and perfume for the freedom that wool and sweat would bring her.

    When she arrived at Nathaniel’s door she paused and inhaled a deep breath. Cordelia had committed many small larcenies, and a Sephra’s Tear would be the boldest sin she had ever attempted. Cordelia’s hand trembled as she raised it, and she knocked and opened the door when she heard him bid her enter.

    Seated at the aged desk dominating the room, Nathaniel glanced up from the book he had been reading. Surprise flickered across his face for a moment before he rose.

    “Lady Dorchada. I won’t have your money until the first of next month.”

    “Yes, I know.”

    “Then to what do I owe this honor?” Though the question was phrased respectfully, his tone was suspicious. She couldn’t blame him—a Dorchada at one’s door was never a harbinger of good news.

    Cordelia stepped into the tiny room and let the door shut behind her. He had a desk, a small alchemy table and a stove for heat. There was one other chair, but it was occupied by a tall stack of books. She glanced at it and gave Nathaniel a pointed look. Rounding his desk, he cleared the books away and waved his guest to take a seat.

    “Thank you.” The stiff chair was uncomfortable, but Cordelia sat in it primly. “I apologize for the interruption. I will try not to keep you long. I have a new business proposition.”

    “You have my attention.” Nathaniel returned to his seat and watched her with a neutral expression. She hesitated as the well-rehearsed speech vanished from her thoughts. Cordelia cleared her throat and tried to phrase her request as politely as possible.

    “I need assistance with casting a somewhat difficult spell, and I hope that you may be able to aid me.”

    “What sort of spell?” Nathaniel tended to be brusque, and his straightforwardness added to the anxiety tying her stomach into knots.

    “One that would require discretion, should you choose to be involved.”

    Nathaniel sat back and folded his hands in his lap. “All of our dealings require discretion, my lady. Thus far I’ve been impressed by your caution.”

    Cordelia nodded. “Thank you. It is a Sephra’s Tear. A potent Tear.”

    The wizard’s dark eyebrows rose to nearly his hairline. He raised his folded hands, covering his mouth to hide his expression. She admired his composure in response to such an unusual request—he probably didn’t often have women arriving unannounced at his door to ask that he make love to them until they both collapsed. Then again, he just might, considering how attractive he was. Nathaniel was older than Cordelia, but not by much. Unbound, his long black hair fell past his shoulders. As with most wizards Nathaniel’s hands were slender, hinting at dexterity instead of strength, and he had high, sharp cheekbones that most of the noble ladies in White Harbor would kill to be graced with. His plain, charcoal robes were well made, but were durable instead of fashionable. Cordelia found his eyes to be his most interesting feature; pale, crystalline blue, Nathaniel’s eyes were mesmerizing, though they were usually filled with suspicion when looking at her.

    Robyn BacharAbout the Author

    Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her books have finaled twice in the PRISM Contest for Published Authors, twice in the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards. As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.

    You can find Robyn online at www.robynbachar.com and on Twitter at @RobynBachar. 

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  • Spotlight on Traitor by Jody Wallace

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    Traitor

    Maelstrom Chronicles

    Book Two

    Jody Wallace

    Release Date: July 28, 2015

    Genre: Science Fiction Romance

    Publisher: Entangled

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Book Description:

    Captain Nikolas EstherVorn is a traitor. Or so it was decreed after Niko disobeyed protocol while trying to save Earth from other-dimensional creatures. Stuck in a prison cell, the last thing he needs is to be in close proximity to sexy-as-sin Dr. Sarah CallenJoseph. Not with him damn near ready break out just to get to her.

    Niko’s desire isn’t quite his own…and Sarah can prove it. He—along with the other soldiers on the disastrous mission—were drugged with some kind of toxin. Niko has no clue how the drug got into his body or why, but Sarah suspects there’s a link between the toxin and the fertility crisis of Shipborn humans.

    To investigate is forbidden. But as lust becomes something deeper, binding them together in a way neither expected, Niko and Sarah must battle time—and their superiors—to uncover the secret that could save humanity…or destroy it.

    newpic14About the Author:

    Jody Wallace grew up in the South in a very rural area. She went to school a long time and ended up with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. Her resume includes college English instructor, technical documents editor, market analyst, web designer, and general all around pain in the butt. She currently lives in Tennessee with her family: one husband, two kids, two cats. One of her many alter egos is “The Grammar Wench,” which should give you an indication of her character. She is a terrible packrat and likes to amass vintage clothing, books, Asian-inspired kitchenware, gnomes, yarn, and other items that threaten to force her family out of the house. She also likes cats. A lot.

    Jody publishes the Maelstrom Chronicles with Entangled Publishing, an Earth-based science fiction romance series. You can find other science fiction, paranormal, and contemporary romances by Jody at www.jodywallace.com, including her horrible science fiction romance spoofs, The Adventures of Mari Shu, which make fun of the Maelstrom Chronicles, among other science fiction concepts and stories.

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  • Spotlight on Curse of The Purple Delhi Sapphire by Rachael Stapleton

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    Curse of the Purple Delhi Sapphire: The Temple of Indra MYSTERY Series by Rachael Stapleton

     Genre: Mystery, Adventure, Time Travel Romance

    Publisher: Solstice Publishing

    Date of Publication: February 3rd, 2015

    ASIN: B00SNAF018

    Print Length: 215 pages

    Word Count: 66, 400

    Cover Artist: Rebecca Boyd

    Book Description:

    Sophia Marcil hasn’t escaped her destiny or the mad-man hunting her but she’s doing her best to evade both and making a life in Ireland with Cullen—the one person she can count on to pull her out of deep water. There’s just one problem, despite his connection, she hasn’t told him the truth of her time travel and her reality comes crashing down as he proposes with the very sapphire that’s cursed her. Before she knows it, she’s wandering the hallway of an old Victorian house in the body of her great aunt. Unfortunately, her nemesis has also reincarnated in 1920—as one of her family members and she struggles to locate the Purple Delhi Sapphire in time to prevent the deaths of those she loves. When she fails and returns to her present-day life, she’s forced to confront the fact that her killer’s soul will always be tied to the sapphire and in every life she has, he will be resurrected as someone close to her. Her biggest question—who is he now? She doesn’t have to wonder for very long before she finds evidence that has her questioning everything she thought she knew.

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    Excerpt:

    Chapter One

    Dublin, Ireland

    Today I would tell Cullen the truth. I swirled the champagne in my glass in an agitated fashion. I would not allow myself to be distracted. I looked down in early defeat and noticed the dark limp waves cascading past my shoulders. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t even get ready for a dinner party without being distracted. All that work curling it, and then Cullen had walked in, glimpsing my lacy black bra, and poof, my hair was flat again. Twirling a strand around my index finger, I attempted to bring it back to life. If only the jewels could work their magic on my hair.

    I spotted Cullen a couple of feet away, making his way over to me. He looked handsome in his sport jacket and tailored shirt. His hair, a coppery red with streaks of blond that looked almost golden in the sunlight, was slicked back so the ends curled at his neck.

    I should be over-the-moon happy right now. I was sipping Dom Pérignon in an elegant restaurant surrounded by rustic stone walls, as a soft and whimsical Irish fiddle played in the background in honor of our one-year anniversary. It wasn’t technically our anniversary. He had playfully called it that when he’d invited me out to dinner with his family, but what he’d meant was that it had been one year since we’d met. Since that ill-fated day on the Lerins Island, half a mile off shore from Cannes, when I’d rejected the marriage proposal of that egotistical lunatic Nicholas Bexx and endured his wrath. Lucky for me, Cullen had been looking up from the deck of his family’s yacht and had seen Nick push me off the cliff. Cullen dove in and pulled me to safety, and subsequently into his life.

    It was hard to believe that in a full year I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth: that the fall had sent me to another time and place and into the body of a nineteenth-century princess. But what sane person would believe what had been only seconds underwater to them had been another lifetime to me? I was the owner of the Purple Delhi Sapphire. I had time traveled into my past life and uncovered my destiny—had done so repeatedly—and was always reborn, only to be murdered by the same obsessed spirit, again and again.

    “Sophia, ye all right?” Cullen asked, appearing suddenly at my elbow.

    “No,” I said automatically and pushed away the bothersome thoughts.

    “Gah. It’s the restaurant. It’s too fancy, isn’t it? I said so, but ye know Móraí.”

    “What? I love this place.” The room buzzed with mixed conversation. “I just didn’t hear what you said.”

    “Where the tongue slips, it speaks the truth. I asked if ye were all right and ye said no.”

    “I’m fine. I’m just soaking in the atmosphere. It’s so romantic in here.”

    That was the truth. The place was intimate. A combination of comfortable leather and floral high-backed chairs surrounded the long table, and almost all of them were now full with Cullen’s family.

    “It is getting loud in here. I thought this was just dinner, but it looks like you rented out the whole restaurant. Will this place hold your entire family?”

    “Like that’d matter. Loud-mouthed arses. Let’s skedaddle and we can celebrate alone.”

    I laughed as Cullen pretended to boot one of his cousins in the rear.

    His eyes met mine, and it was just like that first day in the hospital after I’d awoken from the fall. There was no denying the attraction and it wasn’t just pheromones. It was as if my soul recognized his, which was exactly why I needed to be honest about the curse. I was giving myself an ulcer and all for what? I knew he felt the same way. For heaven’s sake, I’d overheard him tell his brother of his dreams, and they sounded suspiciously familiar. There were other clues. He shared a birthmark with Graf Viktor Ferdinand of Württemberg, who’d rescued me on three separate occasions when I was the princess, and of course his ancestor had been the one to sell the Purple Delhi Sapphire to my family.

    Cullen bent his head toward me, his lips brushing mine, but at the last moment I turned my cheek.

    “Cullen, your grandmother has arrived with your parents and she’s staring at us. It’s probably this dress.”

    “Well now, she can be after findin’ her own frock, can’t she? ’Cause ye look bloody deadly in that one.”

    He playfully tugged at the clasp centered between my breasts. He’d been the one to choose this low-slung, emerald-green dress. He said it reminded him of a shamrock, but I knew he really liked it because it provided a pretty little peek-a-boo if I moved just the right way. Truthfully, it was a little racy for this evening, but you only lived once. Well, maybe some people did.

    His mother, Lucille, rushed across the polished wooden floor, playfully elbowing him out of the way in order to hug me.

    “Ye best be behavin’ yerself, boy.”

    She was a fine-boned woman with beautiful brown eyes and curly auburn hair. When they stood side by side it was easy to see he took after her with his ruddy locks, and lucky for him because she had great genes. His father—orDa, as they called him—wasn’t too bad himself. He had a charisma that both his sons carried.

    “Sophia…”

    My name was said in a strange, low whisper, and for a moment I froze as hands fell on my shoulders.

    “Look at ye, lass.”

    I smiled and turned to see Cullen’s brother with his dark, whiskey-colored eyes and raven’s-wing hair. A touch of gray at the temples made him look dignified. “Liam, I’m so glad to see you.” I hugged him back. He lived fairly close and was over for dinner at least twice a week.

    “Aren’t ye a fine bit of stuff! For the life of me, I can’t be figurin’ why ye’re still with that gobdaw brother of mine.”

    “Did ye hear that, Cullen?” One of the cousins, Ewan, called out. “Liam’s after ye’re wan.”

    “Go ’way from her ye bloody jealous maggot, always after me scooter growin’ up too,” Cullen called back.

    “Oh, here we go,” I said, preparing myself for their playful banter, most of which was lost on me.

    Liam drew me in for a kiss on the cheek and lowered his voice, practically whispering into my ear. “I saw ye first.”

    I smiled at the harmless peck. They were always teasing, although I couldn’t help but think sometimes Liam took it too far, especially for a priest. He let go and looked back at Cullen, who finished hugging his aunt on the other side of the table and strutted toward us.

    “Hold tight. I’m on my way to rescue ye, luv.”

    “No rescue necessary,” Liam said, grinning. “I’m a man of the cloth.”

    “Bit of a holy joe is more like it,” Cullen slung back.

    Ewan, the youngest of the three, jumped to his feet and pretended to step between them. Both Cullen and Liam gave their cousin a friendly shove, then gave each other a loving pat on the back as they hugged.

    Cullen turned to me. “Ye sure ye’re all right, luv?”

    “I’m perfect,” I said, finally beginning to relax. I’d made up my mind. I was going to tell him tonight, come hell or high water.

    “Brilliant.” He kissed my forehead, his lips soft and warm on my skin. “I’ll miss ye next week. Ye gonna keep busy?” He fiddled nervously with his jacket pocket. It wasn’t like Cullen to fiddle; I gave his hand a squeeze. He was traveling to London tomorrow on business. He would only be gone four days, but he was never home long before he had to jet off again.

    “I thought maybe I’d go to that fundraiser—see if one of your cousins wanted to tag along—and of course the bridal shower is the next day.” Maybe that was why he was so jittery. He knew I didn’t like being without him, and he’d mentioned once or twice the guilt he felt over leaving.

    Someone clinked their fork off a glass and the musical tinkling made me look up.

    “O’Kelley Clan, can I get yer attention up here for a moment?” Da called.

    A champagne bottle opened with a satisfying pop.

    “If ye haven’t noticed already, there’s a bit of the bubbly being passed about, so set aside the whiskey and grab one.”

    The table quieted and we took our seats.

    “I’d like to propose a toast to the lovely lass sitting at Cullen’s side.” Da raised his glass, and all eyes turned to me.

    “Here here,” Cullen said. “To my Sophia.”

    My glass clinked against his. “What’s going on?” I whispered.

    He’d switched out my glass as the tray went by and now gave me his best I-have-no-idea look, extending an arm around my shoulders and pulling me in tight.

    “T’was a year ago today she fell into our lives from Sainte Marguerite Island—or perhaps it was the sky, ’cause surely that one there’s an angel.”

    “Quit stealin’ his lines, John,” Lucille chided smartly before he could go on.

    The room roared with laughter.

    “Aw sure look it. I did, didn’t I? Sorry, Son. Well then here’s another stolen line while I’m at it: to women’s kisses, and to whiskey, amber clear. Not as sweet as a woman’s kiss, but a darn sight more sincere! Anyway, Cullen, don’t run away now.”

    “Yea, thanks, Da!”

    The laughter faded as Cullen pushed his chair back and stood, pulling me gently to stand with him.

    “Not sure how to follow that up, but how about: to passionate people, beautiful futures, and lovely lasses who fall from the heavens,” he said, knocking glasses with me. Clinks echoed all around, and I smiled as he set his flute down.

    Then he lowered to one knee.

    He grinned up at me—so charming and gorgeous. His green eyes, as always, were mesmerizing. They had flecks of gold in them that clung to the edges and danced in the center, like they were on fire. My heart beat so loudly in my ears that it almost drowned out the “awws” and “oohs.”

    “Ye’re already mine, lass, in every way possible and I am yers, but I want the world to know,” he said, taking my free hand. Someone took the glass of champagne from the other one, as I was shaking so badly. The black velvet box squeaked open, and his aunts gasped in unison, as if on cue.

    “Will ye make me the happiest man in Ireland, Aevil, and join our O’Kelley Clan?” He kissed my fingers as I stared down at him.

    The marble-sized rock in the box swirled, and doubled in front of my eyes. Deep purple amethyst with a thin frame of diamonds, set in pink gold and accentuated with a slender shank and crescent details.

    I looked past the ring, into his eyes, and found him still staring directly at me. He’d removed the ring from the box and was holding it out, ready to place it on my finger.

    He cleared his throat. “It was my great-great-great-grandmother’s and I thought ye might appreciate it, since ye were so intrigued with her portrait.”

    I nodded, trying to smile through the confusion, but my head swam with random bursts of chatter, the fiddle, and all the thoughts flooding me at once, mostly that Cullen had just proposed to me with the missing Purple Delhi Sapphire ring. A bead of sweat ran down the side of my cheek as the ring touched the tip of my finger.

    Cullen’s face began to distort. A shimmery haze had fallen over the room as if the desert were closing in. The vibration from the ring traveled up my arm, and the room began to shift and blur at the edges. Another room, a darker room, was coming into focus. I could still hear Cullen’s aunt ordering someone to get me a glass of water.

    There was something I should remember. Water. Rochus said water was necessary to ease the pain of time travel. Maybe this was what it felt like without. I tried to blink away the heat, tried to stop myself from going, but I couldn’t. The edges of the room were burning away fast now, like a Polaroid scorched by flames. I could hear the trickling of the fountain in the corner. I ran for it, or at least I intended to, but it was too late. 

    Reviews:

    “Ms. Stapleton’s, The Curse of the Purple Delhi Sapphire, is extraordinary! She brings us the story of Sophia Marcil, a quiet librarian, who has found love in this life but is haunted by and trying to break the trail of destruction and death that has haunted her through many lives. If you want a great mystery, enjoy the idea of time travel and/or like a wonderful romance – do not hesitate to delve into this one.” — Book Me Mel Paranormal Romance and Authors that Rock 

    “Plenty of twists, a sprinkle of humor and a whodunit with a surprising ending, Curse reminds me of great old story telling, but with a fresh and vital voice.” —Author A.B. Funkhauser

    “Just barely surfacing from her dangerous travel into the 1800’s…Sophia has become part of a lethal adventure in the 1920’s. She is haunted by the same curse—the never-broken, deadly hunt for the possession of the Purple Delhi Sapphire, which has been plaguing her lifetimes over…Rachael writes in a way that is intriguing enough to keep the pages turning. Each scene segues into the next with new information, new conflicts, new prospects, new possibilities, new theories, and new revelations…In Rachael’s storytelling, there is never a dull moment. Her imagination is one of her greatest strengths as a writer.” —Lacey Crowe Best Book Reviews and Edits 

    “Twists, turns, great characters, and time travel … what’s not to love! This was a fantastic read! Can’t wait for book 3!” —Author Marissa Campbell 

    Book One Trailer: http://goo.gl/6vtX2r

    Book Two Trailer: http://youtu.be/VCeG9eA09Fg 

    Rachel StapletonAbout the Author: Rachel Stapleton lives in a Second Empire Victorian with her husband and two children in Ontario, Canada and enjoys writing in the comforts of aged wood and arched dormers. She is the author of The Temple of Indra’s Jewel, Curse of the Purple Delhi Sapphire and is currently working on the third and most likely final book in the Temple of Indra series.

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  • Why I Wrote Space Cowboys & Indians

    Every story has a genesis. Something that sparks the imagination and begins the what-if process. For Space Cowboys & Indians that spark was an NPR (National Public Radio) story I listened to in my car one morning as I was driving for my day job.

    You can read the story here: When Science Beats Fiction courtesy of NPR

    The gist of it is that after 10 years and 4 billion miles, a probe called Rosetta was about to harpoon a comet, and then place Philae (an exploratory lander) onto that comet. What? What? What?

    Space?! Comets?! HARPOONS?!

    What is this? The Wild West?

    I was hooked. Of course, the writerly wheels began to spin, and I sped down the Google rabbit hole. I followed the Rosetta lander and the exploration of comet 67P. You can too. There are several stories here at NPR: http://www.npr.org/templates/search/index.php?searchinput=rosetta

    You can Google Rosetta or Philae or Comet 67P and find more than you could dream of. The Rosetta Probe even has a Twitter account. https://twitter.com/ESA_Rosetta

     

     

     

     

    I incorporated a few of the real-life details into Space Cowboys & Indians, then tweaked them to my liking. Instead of a comet, my astronaut explorers are commissioned by a space profiteer intent on mining an asteroid called Amun, reportedly rich in precious metals and other resources. The first to reach the asteroid and mine its resources is sure to enjoy a financial boon that’s never been seen before opening the last frontier up the prospecting of near-Earth asteroids far surpassing to the California gold rush.

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    Space Cowboys & Indians lands July 15.

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    SpaceCandIw (533x800)How can the chance of a lifetime go so horribly wrong?

    Mining Engineer Cole Hudson signed up for NASA astronaut training, but after washing out short of getting his gold wings, he retreats to Alaska where he stakes out a gold claim. When billionaire entrepreneur Duncan Janson offers him an opportunity to join a mining team on an asteroid, Cole jumps at the chance.

    But nothing is as it seems. Former NASA reject and rival classmate, Tessa Hernandez, is also a member of the team, and from the beginning of the mission test flight, things go wrong. They soon discover they’re not the only ones on the asteroid. As they try to escape, they are pulled through a wormhole and back to the early 1800s New Mexico desert where aliens and Apaches may be the least of their problems.

     


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