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About Alicia Dean

Author of paranormal and romantic suspense. Follow her on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alicia-Dean/131939826889437) or twiiter (https://twitter.com/Alicia_Dean_)

Author Interview with Brian Anderson ~ New Release: Death’s Honesty #Mystery

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Brian Anderson…

Please tell us a little about yourself, where are you from? Where do you live now? Family? Pets?

I am a retired food bank manager residing in the small coastal city of Ocean Shores, Washington. I grew up in the Twin Cities and graduated from the University of Minnesota with a double major in English and Russian. During that time, I lived and worked in the Minneapolis neighborhood of Dinkytown, which provides the setting for my Lyle Dahms mystery series. I am married with three beautiful daughters, one perfect granddaughter, and our chihuahua-mix Sir Stanley of the Shores.

Tell us a bit about Death’s Honesty.

Death’s Honesty is the fourth in my Lyle Dahms mystery series featuring the Minneapolis private investigator. Dahms may not be the toughest or sharpest guy working the Twin Cities beat, but he is loyal, dogged, and despite numerous setbacks, will get the job done. He is quick with a quip, a device he uses to help steady himself when he is overmatched. Something that happens frequently.

Are there any tricks, habits or superstitions you have when creating a story?

The plots of most of my books come from titles that pop into my head, often from poems or song lyrics. It is then my job to figure out what the universe is trying to tell me by sending me these missives.

When working on a project, everything I see or experience is fair game to be included: descriptions of people I see on the street, stories in newspapers. Anything that comes my way becomes grist for the mill. Again, the universe seems to be trying to help if only I could learn to listen.

What do you want readers to come away with after they read Death’s Honesty?

At its core, Death’s Honesty is about parents and their children. What they owe each other, and what is too much to ask.

Would you rather have a bad review or no review?

Definitely a bad review, particularly one that contains kernels of truth. Things that I can learn from. I don’t mean to say they don’t sting, but it’s better to have someone point out deficiencies than to remain silent.

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

My two main characters, Lyle Dahms and his friend and housemate Stephen Edgerton, are based on a couple of guys I knew back in Dinkytown, when I was in college. The bar that they frequent almost daily is a rendering of a pub and 24-hour restaurant where I worked and where we all hung out. It was a fascinating milieu. Earnest students, hardworking regulars, barstool intellectuals, frustrated artists, and genuine nutbars. I love writing about it.

Who is the most famous person you have ever met?

I met tough-guy, professional wrestler George “the Animal” Steele in a hotel bar. He asked how we “enjoyed the show.”

How much of the book is realistic?

I’m no private investigator, and I don’t have any real-life experience with the law or law enforcement. However, the characters are based on people I’ve known and interesting situations I’ve heard about that I hope they come across as realistic. Most importantly, I strive to create books that blend genuine emotion, suspense, and laugh-out-loud humor.

How did your interest in writing originate?

I’ve always been a big reader, particularly mysteries, and have written seriously since high school

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

My favorite author (among so many) is probably Raymond Chandler. He’s a master of language, and I constantly try to measure up to his standard.

Past secrets. Present danger.

Excerpt:

The man took a few steps down the stairs. As he did, he moved into the light streaming in through the still-open door. He looked to be pushing sixty, maybe older, not very tall, but hard, with sinewy muscles and prominent veins that bulged under the skin of his forearms like earthworms engorged after a rain. He was wearing jeans and a white pocket T-shirt that very nearly managed to hide a round little belly. He had a shiny pate encircled by curly, gray-salted, brown hair badly in need of a trim. It made him appear vaguely clown-like. But there was nothing funny about what he was cradling in his arms. Sunlight glinted off the barrel of a twelve-gauge shotgun. 

I kept my smile in place as I pulled back my jacket to reveal the .38 in my shoulder holster. He smiled back at me as he slowly pumped a shell from the gun’s magazine into the chamber. “I might tell you the same thing.”

I nodded at his shotgun, smirked, and shook my head dramatically. “They got guns. We got guns. All God’s chillun got guns.” I quoted cheerfully.

The man’s brow furrowed. “What’dya say?”

“It’s from a Marx Brothers movie,” I told him.

“What’s it mean?”

I shrugged. “Got something to do with the absurdity of armed conflict, I suppose.”

We stared at each other for very long time. Finally, my adversary lowered the shotgun with a chuckle.

“You come to see me?” he asked.

I squinted at him. “Now, why would I do that?”

He chuckled again, I thought a bit nervously. “You’re an indirect bastard, aren’t ya?”

“Positively oblique.”

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About the Author:

Brian Anderson is a graduate of the University of Minnesota whose Dinkytown neighborhood provides the setting for his mystery series featuring private investigator Lyle Dahms. The Dahms novels spring from his lifelong love of mystery fiction, especially the works of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, as well as more contemporary masters like Robert B. Parker and G. M. Ford. He is a three-time finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association mystery and suspense contest, and his debut novel, The Shiver in Her Eyes, was a finalist in their Nancy Pearl Contest for published fiction. 

In 2024, he released his standalone novel Yule Tide, which features a fallen angel turned private investigator who fights to wrest Christmas from the dark forces who have taken control and twisted it to their evil ends. 

Brian spent much of his professional career working to alleviate domestic hunger serving as the operations director of the Emergency Feeding Program of Seattle & King County as well as the manager of the Pike Market Food Bank in downtown Seattle. Married with three beautiful daughters and one perfect granddaughter, he now lives and writes in Ocean Shores, a small city on the Washington coast.

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Hungry Heart by Dex Rivers ~ A Friday the 13th Horror Short Story… ONLY 99cents!

In the quiet town of Myersville, Oklahoma, a serial killer is murdering victims by savagely removing their hearts.

Sheriff Kate Nevill is desperate to end the nightmare, but the only lead is the fingerprint of a man who’s been dead for months.

As time slips away and the body count rises, Kate must confront the impossible to save her town—and stop a killer who shouldn’t exist.

Excerpt:

Camden cocked his head and listened. Then he heard it too, and his blood chilled. A shuffling, grunting sound. Not an animal, he was sure of it. This was human-sounding. But not normal. It was something that didn’t belong in nature.

Branches from the woods nearby cracked and Colbey grabbed Camden’s arm and tugged on it. “Come on, there’s’ something out there. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Oh shit,” Camden muttered. His legs went weak, and he stumbled after Colbey, who was already halfway up the bank, fishing poles and tackle boxes forgotten on the ground.

They’d only gone a few more feet when something burst from the tree line and onto the path in front of them.

A man wearing a black hooded cloak stood five feet away, blocking their route to the car. The grunting and groaning was coming from him. His face looked like something from a horror movie…mottled skin, evil, deep-set eyes, and a maniacal grin.

“Wh-what do you want?” Colbey squeaked out.

The man didn’t answer. His gaze swung from Colbey to Camden, then back again. He licked his lips and pulled something from the pocket of his jacket. A knife. A huge-ass scary as shit knife. Camden stood frozen to the spot. Something warm trickled down his thighs, and he realized he’d wet himself. If they survived this, Colbey would never let him live this down. Live was the key word. They had to make it out of this alive…he didn’t want to die. A whimpering sound seeped through his consciousness. Colbey…he’d never heard his older brother make that sound. Never known of him to be scared of anything.

Colbey reached over and held out his hand. Camden took it, gripping it tightly like he had when they were younger and he’d been scared. He hadn’t been scared in years…and he’d never been scared like this. This was pure, deep and chilling terror.

Camden thought back on what he’d heard about the other victims. They’d been split open. Their hearts removed. Staring at this…monstrous thing…in front of them, Camden had a feeling he knew what had happened to those hearts. And he knew without a doubt, this was one scrape he and Colbey were not going to escape from.

Check out all the stories in the Friday the 13th Series, #7: https://linktr.ee/Fridaythe13thHorrorStories_7

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10 Moments That Changed My Life by Mickey Flagg ~ New Release: Night of the Crescent Moon #Paranormal

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Mickey Flagg…

  1. Walking into Kindergarten. I couldn’t wait to let go of my mother’s hand and take a seat in that classroom. A love of learning led me to a BA in Music Ed, an MA in Education, an M. Ed in administration, and much, much more. Learning takes a lifetime and I’m still up for trying new things every day.
  2. The day I put my hands on a piano at age 4. I wasn’t allowed to touch the expensive piece of furniture, so I watched my sister’s lessons through a keyhole in an old-fashioned door. When no one looked, I’d run to the piano and play her lesson. I think I read music before I read words.
  3. The day the boy I had the biggest crush on taught me how to read and play chords on the piano. I was thirteen. He was sixteen. He had a photographic memory. I didn’t. He was on the football team. I couldn’t catch a football if I tried. But… Sitting so close together on the piano bench, torn between absolute adoration and a thirst for knowledge, I somehow managed to absorbed everything he taught me. Little did I know it would shape my future.
  4. The first audition for a speaking role in my high school’s musical. I had always been in the chorus, but in junior year, I tried out for a minor role. I won the lead and caught the acting bug. That experience changed my life. 
  5. The day I auditioned at NYU. On the spot, I was offered a full scholarship in music. Unfortunately, my parents wouldn’t let me go to school in NYC. But that validation of my abilities definitely changed my view of the world. 
  6. The day I stepped off the plane in London to study acting at The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. After the summer session, I spent months traveling Europe, seeing places I had dreamed about, before returning to New Jersey. RADA’s classical training led to years of professional performances in the tri-state area. 
  7. The glorious births of my two children. Each one was different. My son’s labor took forever. My daughter’s was a breeze. I feel blessed that they were both born healthy and have grown into such wonderful, caring adults. I cherish them both.
  8. Taking a music teaching position in a local, large urban district. Life happens, right? I had taught in private schools and other school districts, but I needed to be closer to my two teenagers. So I took a position that had many challenges. It became a twenty-five year stay. My choruses were top-notch and a joy to prepare for performance. Then I was blessed to become an administrator in the same school for the last ten years of my education career.
  9. The day I looked at a blank word document on my laptop and decided to write a novel. Who knew, right? I thought I’d write a few pages and walk away. Instead, three novels poured out of me. They were published between 2008 and 2010 with The Wild Rose Press. But as I said, life happens, and with my new administrative duties, I stopped any form of creative writing.
  10. The day I retired. For twelve years, I’d written educational reports and evaluations. The rights for my three novels had reverted back to me. It took months of soul-searching before I opened them up ando read what I had written over a decade ago. So I cleaned them up. During those deep edits, I got the idea to continue the paranormal series. In 2022, I contracted the revised manuscripts, as well as Night of the Crescent Moon, with The Wild Rose Press, and I was able to work with my original editor. I’m thrilled that NOTCM won the Spring 2025 BookFest First Place Award for Paranormal Romance and took Second Place in Paranormal for the NEST (National Exelence in Story Telling) with the Central Region Oklahoma Writers. I never thought I’d have this exciting experience. But my life has overflowed with many blessings. I’ve had the unconditional support of family and friends through good times and bad. That kind of love is a gift that keeps on giving!  

Some wounds never heal

Martine, a good witch and ER nurse must enlist Lukas, a mystical warrior to save her patient who is under the spell of a dark witch from the Second Realm. But Martine pushed Lukas out of her life years ago, and he is the only person who can help save her patient. Martine is torn when Lukas agrees to return to the realm that holds terrifying memories for him. Even though many assist Lukas, Martine’s ask is complicated and dangerous. Can he save her patient from a fate worse than death? More importantly, can Martine open her heart to Lukas, or this time, shut him out forever? 

Night of the Crescent Moon Excerpt:

Lukas pushed off the kitchen chair, walked over with his arms wide and a warm smile complete with magnificent dimples. They held on to each other as if both had become lost in a mist of memories. Closing her eyes didn’t erase five years apart, nor the horrible way she ended their friendship. As if sensing her apprehension, his arms tightened across her back. The steady rise and fall of his chest as her head rested against him brought a strange comfort. Yet too many emotions blurred the lines, crashed into each other. Martine bit her lip, unable to focus. Lu looked happy. That’s all that mattered. And when he kissed her cheek, for the first time in a long time, she felt drawn to life again. 

“Christ, how I’ve missed you, M,” he whispered in her ear.

“I can’t believe you’re really here, Lu,” she replied still tight in his arms.

“For you, I’d have walked if necessary.”

Looking aside, she frowned. “Yeah, and swim across an ocean, too.”

“Like I’ve always said, for you, anything.” He held her shoulders as she pulled back, and his deep-blue eyes filled, his expression one of concern. “You’re so thin. It’s like you’re wasting away.” She glanced down, but he drew her close again. The last time they’d seen each other, she had been healthy and happy, convincing him how her new boyfriend would be her destiny, how they’d have a baby and live happily ever after. She hadn’t realized it until just now. “I’m so very sorry,” he whispered as if he read her thoughts.

Buy link(s): Night of the Crescent Moon (The Champion Chronicles Book 4) – Kindle edition by Flagg, M. . Paranormal Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

M. Flagg Bio

Mickey Flagg writes paranormal tales of passion with a twist of fate. Her mystical warriors, witches, and not-so-normal creatures of the night speak to the heart. She is an award-winning author in the genre of paranormal romance. Also published in the field of music education and in Still Standing, a web-magazine about loss and healing, Mickey is a member of Liberty States Fiction Writers, NJRW and NJ Author network. Oh, and she loves to edit, and then spend some quality down-time snuggling with her rescued Maine Coon. Find out more about her novels at www.mflagg-author.com

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A Shaman A Day Keeps the Woos-woos Away by Frank Talaber…

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Frank Talaber…

A Shaman A Day Keeps the Woos-woos Away

People often ask me after reading one of my Stillwaters Run Deep books involving the Haida Ska-ga or shaman, Charlie Stillwaters, have I ever done anything woo-woo in my life.

Well I’ve done a lot of crazy things including: white water rafting on the Grand Canyon, bungee-jumping (in a tuxedo), firewalking over a bed of hot coals, and got married four times. Sorry, the last one was merely a joke. Hope the ladies don’t send their woo-woo stuff after me after that remark or their lawyers.

Actually if you ask my current wife, Jenny, she would definitely tell you I’ve got woo-woo-ness running in my bones. She gets mad, because I’ll often say something and she responds with “How did you know I was just thinking that?” Her nickname for me is Spooky Mulder (after what’s his name from the X-files.

I have pretty good intuition, well except for picking winning lottery numbers. I did many Self Improvement courses, (the Context series), amazing learnings, if anyone is interested. One time we had to perform a major incomplete before the course ended. The idea being to free up space in our lives by finishing any incompletes which would be draining energy from us.

At that time I had missed going to my friend Eric’s funeral. He was a dragster fan and I had this vision of always putting the Snake and the Mongoose (two top professional NHRA dragsters) on his gravestone. I had the Mattel Hot Wheels models he’d given me.

So one day at work I had this woo-woo feeling that today was the day. I phoned about four cemeteries and no one had records of him being buried there. I gave up, but my guts said today is the day and I knew I had to do this. So I remember opening the Yellow Pages (remember those) and saying to myself if I had to make one more call which one to make. This one number in the book drew my attention and I made the call.

She asked, “how did you know this man?”

I told her the story.

“He’s my brother in law,” she replied.  “I’m here on temporary relief for two weeks, don’t usually have to answer the phone, but the call person is on a lunch break. He is also buried under his mother’s Maiden name and if you don’t know that you’ll never find him.” She was correct, because I had called that cemetery and they said no one by that name is buried there.

I thanked her and told her the real reason for my calling. I think she was as amazed as I was and later in the summer I went to his grave and left the two race cars on his tombstone.

I have lots of other wild stories, but I like that one. So if someone asks, I guess it’s just natural for me to write about Shamans and those unexplainable bizarre events that make you go, “hmm.” Must be the gypsy blood inside.

Oh, and if you’re wondering yes, I’m still currently married to my English mad wife, Jenny. Who swears she has to wear a tinfoil hat every time we play any kind of games, because I read her mind all the time. Now, if I can just get those lottery numbers.

My websites

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The Spotlight Is On… Diana Rubino and CROWNED BY LOVE, Book One of The Yorkist Saga

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Diana Rubino…

CROWNED BY LOVE, Book One of The Yorkist Saga

After Richard III is slain in battle, a beautiful orphan finds true love and her true family, to her relief—and horror.

England, 1471

Beautiful orphaned Denys Woodville is thrust into the center of power politics when her guardian Elizabeth Woodville marries the new king, Edward IV. The Wars of the Roses finally seem to be at an end, with the House of York victorious over the House of Lancaster. 
But not everyone rejoices in King Edward’s victory. Elizabeth and her Woodville clan have clawed their way to power by switching sides throughout the Wars of the Roses. They are always on the lookout for a chance to advance their ambitions, even at the expense of the king’s family and most loyal supporters.

Denys is delighted that the House of York has won, though she detests Elizabeth’s grasping nature. She considers King Edward and his youngest brother Richard, duke of Gloucester, the only real family she ever had. Elizabeth has never given her a hint of who her real parents might have been.

As the walls of the palace start to close in around her, Denys decides to flee the safety of the court in order to seek the truth about her real identity. She longs to find any living family of her own.

Elizabeth marries her off to Valentine Starbury, duke of Norwich, out of spite, but her feelings for him strengthen and bloom into love. He joins her quest to find her family, but with no reliable leads, it becomes hopeless. After King Richard’s devastating death in the Battle of Bosworth, Denys finally reaches her lifelong goal—she finds her family, in a stunning twist of fate.

Scene Three of CROWNED BY LOVE

Denys’s Aunt Elizabeth adopted her, then neglected her to passionately pursue Edward, England’s future king. Edward fell hard, and they married. The new bride had no need of a child, so she sent Denys to Yorkshire, far out of the way.

The childless duke and duchess of Scarborough raised her as the daughter they never had. When the duchess died, the duke sent Denys back to court, unwanted again. Despite having a king and queen for an uncle and aunt, Denys languished, a lost soul. Today, as reunited lovers surrounded her, she stood alone, unwanted. To add to her misery, the knight of her dreams appeared, only to vanish. Such was her life as an outsider.

Her lady-in-waiting entered, curtsied, and held out a folded parchment embossed with the royal seal. “A page delivered this from her highness the queen, my lady.”

She dismissed the maid. “It can wait.” Probably a summons to one of the queen’s silly musicales, an excuse for court ladies to gossip.

She put the message out of her mind till that eve as her tiring woman stood behind her brushing her hair.

“Jane, please fetch me that royal parchment.” She waved in the direction of her writing table.

Denys broke the seal and unfolded it—a summons, all right—but not to a giddy musicale.

It was a summons to a wedding—her own. Her heart took a sickening lurch.

Her intended was Richard, duke of Gloucester, the king’s youngest brother, her childhood companion. Queen Elizabeth always married relatives off to the cream of nobility, and Richard was the highest ranking bachelor in the kingdom.

Far from her idea of a husband. A brother, yes. A husband—never!

A fastidious prude, he intended to wed his sweetheart Anne Neville.

Denys and Richard played together as children, and renewed their friendship when she returned to court. They played tennis, chess, cards—but play ended at games. Just the thought of kissing him made her shudder.

Now the queen wanted them wed on Christmas Day.

Seething with fury, she strode to the hearth and flung the parchment into the flames. They licked and charred it beyond recognition. She crawled into bed for a long, hard think.

By the time she fell asleep, she’d already thought of several ways out.

How I ‘met’ Richard III

Every Ricardian has a story about how they discovered Richard III and became fascinated with him.

I started researching my first historical, The Jewels of Warwick, centered around Henry VIII and two fictional heroines, in 1990—with no internet (how did I do it?) I have a strong spiritual connection with late medieval England, which is the basis for my enchantment with this place and time. Jewels took 2 years to research and write, with no internet. It came very close to publication with several romance houses, but missed the mark for containing too little romance. When I finished Jewels, I scoured the history books for another legendary figure to write about. While I browsed the Cambridge Library stacks, a book snagged my eye. Lying, not standing, on the wrong shelf was Crown of Roses by Valerie Anand. It drew me like a magnet. Richard III is a central character in the story, and the author thanks the Richard III Society for helping her. Already hooked on Richard, his tragic death at 32 and his reputation as a usurper and a murderer of his little nephews, I joined this Richard III Society. As everyone else who has a story about how they ‘met’ Richard, he fascinated me. I’d found the subject of my next novel! And it tied in perfectly as a prequel to The Jewels of Warwick. Titled Thy Name is Love, it made the same rounds of publishers, remaining homeless after several rewrites and seven years.

In 1999 with the Internet making my life so much easier, I queried the many E-publishers that had recently set up shop, and British publisher Domhan Books responded in March with an offer for my two historicals. Fortunately, Domhan also published print books.

The publisher, Siobhan McNally, published Thy Name is Love because she’s a huge Richard sympathizer.

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About Me

My passion for history and travel has taken me to every locale of my books and short stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Paris, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, Washington D.C. and New York. My urban fantasy romance, FAKIN’ IT, won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. My husband Chris and I own CostPro, an engineering firm based in Boston. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano, devour books of any genre, and spend as much time as possible living the dream on my beloved Cape Cod.

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How Two Authors Collaborate ~ New Release: Matthew: Los Angeles Quakes Series, Book 3 by Alisa Jean – #hockeyromance

Please help me welcome today’s guests, C J Bahr and Marla White who are sharing about their collaboration. I’m in awe of writers who can work together to write the same book. I am not sure I could, but let’s see how it came about…

Alisa Jean is what happens when you put two writers together who share a mutual love, bordering on obsession, of hockey.

MARLA: I’m an award-winning cozy mystery writer who prefers to kill people the old-fashioned way – on paper.

C J: And I’m an award-winning writer of supernatural suspense who wreaks havoc in ghostly, demonic, or other-worldly ways with some spicy heat for good measure.

MARLA: Our writing collaboration more or less started the day the L.A. Kings celebrated Dustin Brown’s retirement. So, thanks, Brownie! Before then, I’d seen a hockey game or two, but dang, that puck is hard to follow on TV.

C J: S**t, take her to one live game and a fan is conceived if not fully born. Already a fan of the sport, I got her to watch a season, and soon my friend turned into a shouty, screaming maniac. It’s hilarious to watch.

MARLA: So naturally, we decided to turn our mutual love for the sport into a hockey romance series. Which always invites the question, “How do you write together?” The answer is it’s oddly easier than either of us thought it would be.

C J: Being lifelong best friends certainly helps. We don’t split up the characters, with one of us writing the male hero and the other the female heroine.  Frankly, the idea never occurred to us, and now that I say it, that just sounds…weird.  We basically leapfrog off each other’s work, making changes and approving new words as we go.

MARLA: It works out well, since I prefer to write first thing in the morning for an hour or so before starting my real job.

C J: And I prefer to write in the afternoon. So I’ll read and edit what she wrote earlier, and then I’ll write new scenes or chapters for her to build on the next morning.

MARLA: After coming up with a general outline, of course. Because I’m a plotter while she’s –

C J: A proud pantser. That’s the one difference that can be a bit tricky to work through, but we compromise and make changes to the outline as characters become clearer and more vibrant. Sometimes it takes a while, and other times, the characters just click.

MARLA: So far, “Luka,” the second book in the series, took a little bit longer. Our main characters are both dealing with some darkness, and we wanted to get it right.

C J: “Matthew,” on the other hand, practically burst off the page. We both knew back in book one, when the reader is introduced to Matt as the team’s angriest enforcer, exactly where we wanted to take him.

MARLA: One of the most fun we had with “Matthew” was replaying a scene from “Luka,” but this time from Matt’s perspective because their stories run concurrently. The idea of knowing what a person is dealing with makes it easier to feel compassion for them was important to us.

C J: I mean, he is an almost irredeemable jerk to Lincoln in the first book. Largely inspired by Jonathan Quick, we both loved Linc but had a little too much fun making Matt a thorn in his side. There had to be a reason he was such an a-hole, and when we found it, we knew what his book needed to be about.

MARLA: So far, knock on wood, we’re in the midst of book four in the (hopefully) seven-book series and haven’t had any major conflicts between the two of us.

C J: Well, except for your overuse of “up”. And towards instead of toward.

MARLA: Let it go, it’s my inner-Brit, I can’t help it.

C J: Anyway…writing in a different genre has opened us to a whole new group of readers, and we just love it.

A red-hot hockey sin bin romance

Matthew Holt uses his anger on the ice, gaining him the title of enforcer for L.A. Quakes and high minutes in the sin bin. But hooking up with a teammate’s little sister may earn him the highest penalty of all.

Ever since pee wee hockey, I’ve only known one way to play the sport I love – one hundred percent all in. My focus has always been protecting my teammates, so when the only team I’ve ever played for betrays me, trading me to a team thousands of miles from the family that needs me, who can blame me for taking angry and bitter to a whole new level.

Then Phoebe Anderson, the younger sister of my new teammate, literally falls into my arms and suddenly my life takes another, weird turn. Because believe it or not, my late sister voices her approval of the adorable klutz and refuses to be denied. Or am I going nuts? Either way, will our siblings prove to be too big of an obstacle to overcome? Or am I ready to let go of my anger and do whatever it takes to earn Phoebe’s love?

Excerpt:

This is from Phoebe and Matt’s first real date, and she discovers some surprising information about him.

“You can’t be serious. The original cartoon Mulan is way better than the live-action piece of garbage.” I’ve figured out that arguing is Matt’s primary mode of conversation, but he’s doing it with a sparkle in his brown eyes and a hint of a smile dancing on his lips. He takes a bite of a tortilla filled with roasted poblano peppers, onions, corn, Mexican cream, and cotija cheese. I’ve never had Rajas Con Crema, but I think I’m in love now. I want to date it. “The animated movie features great songs. Reflection, A Girl Worth Fighting For, Honor To Us All. And of course, my personal favorite,” he grins before singing, “mysterious like the dark side of the moon.”

First, I’m not surprised he likes the song I’ll Make A Man Out Of You, but I am surprised he has a pretty great singing voice. Who would have guessed?

I snicker. “Of course, that would be your favorite song.” I hold up a finger, ready to make my own argument for why the live-action is better. “That’s one of the problems. Live-action Mulan fixed many of the cultural problems and sexism. It also is closer to the historic Mulan story.”

“And I’ll counter-argue unlike the animated Mulan, who is an active force in shaping her own destiny, the live-action Mulan joins the Imperial Army, and the rest of the plot simply happens to her.”

I laugh. I can’t help myself. It’s like he’s giving a PhD dissertation. When I finally get a hold of myself, grateful I didn’t pee myself laughing, I grin at him. “I still can’t believe you watched both Mulan movies multiple times. I just don’t see it.”

“Yeah, well, I watched them with my younger sister.”

“You guys close?”

 “Yeah.” He looks away before grabbing the last taco. For the record, I ate three to his seven. And, I also sense his discomfort talking about his sister, so I cut him some slack and change the topic.

We talk for another two hours about everything and nothing. Like his movies, he prefers classic rock like Guns N’ Roses, Rush, and Metallica over the synthesized crap of Pixel Grip or Death Comes Crawling.

 “I mean, how do people not know when the instruments aren’t even real?” He gives an exaggerated shudder, which makes me laugh again.

 “Mathew Holt, I had no idea you were so funny. And such a traditionalist. Plus, those bands use synthetic sounds on purpose. They’re not pretending a fake electric guitar is real.” I put my hand on his arm without thinking about it. His skin is warm to the touch, and the thought of how warm he’d be in bed comes into my brain unbidden. The image of him naked beside me isn’t unwanted, mind you, it just came of its own accord.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” He raises an eyebrow at me, lip curled up on one side.

“I just didn’t know you were funny, that’s all.” I lie. If he knew what I was really thinking, we’d both be in trouble.

Favorite Lines:

“She sees rainbows and sunshine everywhere she looks, and all I see is the impending storm, flooding, and destruction.”

“I’m going to romance her so hard she won’t know what hit her. Somewhere between the front door and the bedroom last night, I decided to claim her, body and soul.”

“I need your rainbows to light my super dark world, or I’m lost.”

“I want the world to know this amazing woman is off the market and she’s mine. She’s my everything.”

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Bio:

Alisa Jean is the pseudonym for award-winning authors Marla A. White and C J Bahr. They first teamed up over thirty years ago over a bottle of Zima (don’t ask) while polishing their gear for a horse show. They’ve since moved on to better beverages and writing novels.

Separately, Marla prefers to murder characters in the usual way, while C J uses paranormal means. The long-time best friends joined together as a writing team through their mutual love of hockey. Wonder twin powers activated! Their hockey romances examine flawed characters with heart, humor, and sexy sizzle.

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10 Moments That Changed My Life with Lynda Rees ~ New Release: The Attic

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Lynda Rees, The Murder Guru, with…

1.         In our tiny coal mining town near Hazard, Kentucky, every man I knew was either a coal miner or a retired miner. My first memories are of moving into a bigger house than the two-room cottage we lived in. I recall vividly asking my dad about a conversation he and my uncle had as they moved our furniture inside. He explained what a president was and that Eisenhour had been elected the new one. This sparked my interest in the world outside of our home.

2.         Mommy disappeared for a few days and thrilled me when she returned with my new infant  brother. In my mind Ernie was my baby, though I was only four-years old at the time. We are forever connected in our souls, though he is no longer on this earth.

3.         As a child, I was free to roam the hills and holler where we lived. The neighbors were family and friends. I knew to beware of rattlesnakes and copperheads but had no fear of anything or anyone. My days consisted of visits to the homes of friends and family, finally ending at my grandparents’ farm, where I followed and learned from them as we did whatever chores made up their schedule.

4.         At the age of four, I learned to read with my grandpa, Daddy Lida, sitting on the porch, each of us deep into our Bibles. He was infinitely patient when I asked him to explain confusing words.

5.         We moved to Indiana for a summer when I was five. I had my first experience riding a bus instead of walking the mile to school in my Kentucky home. Indianapolis was my first big city. Suddenly confined to a tiny yard and not allowed to venture on my own, I learned I should be wary of strangers. It was a shock to me.

6.         We moved to Cincinnati when I was in the third grade. Talk about culture shock! I became ‘the new kid’ with a funny accent. I learned if you laugh at yourself, others stop bullying you and give you a chance to become friends.

7.         I fell in love with the boy across the street. He was a few years older and didn’t notice me until my pigtails were gone and I developed a girlish figure. He nearly scared me to death when after our first date, he told his mother he was going to marry me someday. He wasn’t wrong. Hunky Hubby and I have been happily married for fifty-two years.

8.         I’d given up on being a mother when I became pregnant. The births of my miracle son and sixteen months later my beautiful daughter were the most wonderful days of my life. I’ve achieved many notable things in my lifetime, but raising my family has been the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. They are my heart.

9.         I am so fortunate. My children are the best people I know. They also graced me with the greatest gift ever—three grandchildren, each bringing their own special gifts.

10.       Writing is my second career. After thirty-six years in the corporate world as a marketing and global transportation manager in a Fortune 500 company, I turned my focus to publishing my stories. My biggest thrills:

1) A fan told me she was on a waiting list at the library to read my newest publication.

2) A fan told me she reads every book I write, and that I have changed her life for the better. Wow! What a compliment. It humbles me.

GIVEAWAY!!! I would love to provide a reader who comments and joins my VIP group (link below) the giveaway of an eBook copy of my latest book.

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Love is a dangerous mystery. Enjoy the ride!

Rehabbers Charli Owens and fiancé, Eli Lange, remodel an historic mansion suspected of being haunted.

Secret tunnels, hidden chambers, unexplained happenings, and a killer on the loose ignite Charli’s curiosity. Enlisting her ex-rock-and-roll singer grandmother’s help, she delves into clues police ignore.

Unravelling the property’s notorious history, they become embroiled in a murder case and a major criminal operation that puts Charli’s life in danger.

Rehabbers Charli Owens and fiancé, Eli Lange, remodel an historic mansion suspected of being haunted.

Secret tunnels, hidden chambers, unexplained happenings, and a killer on the loose ignite Charli’s curiosity. Enlisting her ex-rock-and-roll singer grandmother’s help, she delves into clues police ignore.

Unravelling the property’s notorious history, they become embroiled in a murder case and a major criminal operation that puts Charli’s life in danger.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

She showered in the mansion’s crude, plastic, one piece bathroom stall, trying her best to wash guilt and terror from her pale skin. Red goo on her flesh mingled with water flow, her tears, and then drizzled in streaks down her legs into the rusty drain. The warmth eased her sore muscles. She closed her eyes, trying to block out memories straining to take possession of her spirit. Someone stole part of her soul. She desperately wanted it back.

She puffed an exhale and inhaled fresh oxygen to cleanse her insides. Her heart ached in her chest, trying to burst free. She held her breath for a count of four, then breathed in for a count of eight. She held it, counted slowly to four, and then breathed out to the count of six, repeating the process four times. With each repetition, her heartbeat slowed more. She’d learned the technique eased anxiety when it struck.

She scrubbed her hair for the third time with lilac scented shampoo, still pulling bits of dried leaves and twigs from the long, blonde tresses. She’d finally gotten used to the shade, which looked oddly natural on her. The lilac scent helped remove the crude odor of his heavy cologne—clearly an attempt to postpone bathing—combined with foul-smelling breath tinted with alcohol, onions, and tobacco.

She still sensed his rough, calloused grip on her bruised arms. Her hips burned from scrubbing where welts had developed from the friction of her jeans being ripped down.

She forced visions away to still her pulse and avoid another panic attack. The flow of water cooled, reminding her she’d showered long enough. She’d exhausted the supply of heated liquid from the inadequate, ancient, hot water tank.

After stepping out of the rickety stall onto a towel, she buffed her flesh with soft terry, continuing to rid herself of memories she certainly would dream about later.

She mustn’t catch a cold. The Lord knew she had enough problems. Besides, she couldn’t afford the cost of a doctor or the attention such a visit might bring to her.

A noise from the street signaled the slam of a vehicle door in front of the building. She gazed through grime undoubtedly accumulated over at least a decade of neglect on the thick pane. Voices drifted upward to her high observatory.

“Oh, crap, I’ve got to get this mess cleaned up…quickly.” She scrambled to finish drying, slid her slightly damp body into sweats and donned a tee shirt she’d brought to the bathroom. She’d been diligent about returning personal care items after they were used to the tote she’d carried them in so she could make quick work of it. Nasty clothing was crammed inside. Her tattered hoodie missed a zipper pull.

“Well, it’s trash.” Should she keep it? “Nope. You’re gone, baby.” She might like the jacket, but not the recollections that came with it.

She snatched her things and rushed to the safety of her private sanctuary.

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BIO: LYNDA REES, THE MURDER GURU

Lynda Rees is a multi-award-winning storyteller, horse farmer, born in Eastern Kentucky. This coal miner’s daughter, part-Cherokee Indian author’s writing is influenced by growing up in the area when Newport prospered as a mecca for gambling and sin. Her fascination with history’s effect on today’s lives works its way into her written pages.

Having traveled the world working with heads of industries, foreign governments, and business leaders during a marketing and global transportation corporate career, this free-spirited adventurer turned her workaholic tendencies to following her passion for writing.

Lynda received accolades from KILLER NASHVILLE, SILVER FALCION READER’S CHOICE TOP PICK AWARD for both Fresh Starts, Dirty Money and Flip or Flop, Murder House; from PFTH; RITA for debut novels in two genres, Gold Lust Conspiracy and romantic suspense, Parsley, Sage, Rose, Mary & Wine, Book 1 of The Bloodline Series, set in Kentucky horse country and from and Imaginarium for her 2022 launched Operation Second Chance. She’s also published in MG, children’s picture books and non-fiction.

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The 2026 NEST Unpublished Scene Contest is Open for Entries!! – Check out our 2025 Winners…

Are you an aspiring author? Published author? Somewhere in between? Enter a scene from your fiction Work in Progress in the 2026 NEST Unpublished Scene Contest sponsored by Central Region Oklahoma Writers…

Contest Details:

Entries capped at 50 for each subcategory – If you want to secure a spot but are not ready to submit the actual scene, you can pay the entry fee and send the scene any time before the deadline

Deadline January 24, 2026

  • Winners announced on or around April 27, 2026
  • Enter 1 scene from any place in your fiction WIP (Work in Progress). Maximum word count 2,000
  • $15 Entry Fee (For the first entry per author. Additional entries from the same author are $10 each)
  • Any fiction genre
  • Any heat level
  • If your entry has not been published as of the contest deadline (January 24, 2026), it is eligible
  • Your name should not appear on your entry
  • Submit your scene in Word or PDF format
  • Top prize: Trophy, $50 and a full manuscript assessment by an editor with Wild Rose Press Publishing
  • Four runners up will receive certificates and a three chapter assessment by an editor with Wild Rose Press Publishing

For questions, contact coordinator Alicia Dean – Alicia@AliciaDean.com

Click HERE to Enter

Pay your entry fee (if you enter more than one scene, you can pay it all in one payment) via PayPal to: Crow.OWFI.group@gmail.com or use the link: paypal.me/OWFICrow 

Congratulations to the 2025 winners…

NON-ROMANCE

First Place

The Sound of Silence by Brenda Clark Thomas

Second Place (tie)

A Lady in Pieces by Robert Herold

AND

Learning to Live Again by Linda Trout

Third Place (tie)

Embassy Row by Katherine McLellan

AND

The Tell-Tale Art: Prologue by Lawrence Rothstein

Fourth Place (tie)

Prequel to The Tell-Tale Art by Lawrence Rothstein

AND

Embargo! By Mark Reutlinger

Fifth Place

No Pain Wasted by Mark Jones

ROMANCE

First Place

The Courtesan’s Christmas Redemption by Kathy L Wheeler

Second Place

The Selkie and the Viking by Joan Koster

Third Place

Breaking the Heart’s Walls by Annette Miller

Fourth Place

A Duke She Couldn’t Refuse by Victoria Elliot

Fifth Place

Beautiful Mess by Mary Cope

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A Big Congrats to the 2025 NEST Contest Winners!!

The scores are in and these wonderful stories won first place in their categories in the National Excellence in Story Telling (NEST) Contest sponsored by Central Region Oklahoma Writers. Congratulations to all!

Find the entire list of winners and finalists here: https://crowowfigroup.wixsite.com/website/nestcurrentwinners

CONTEMPORARY NOVEL

The Rancher’s Lost Bride by Roxanne Snopek

CONTEMPORARY SHORT

Christmas Gifts: The Family Heirloom by J.L. Lawrence

COZY MYSTERY

Walkers on the Run by C.S. Kjar

EROTIC

Captain’s Treasure by Jordyn Kross

https://books2read.com/captainstreasure

HISTORICAL NOVEL

Laird of Lies by Willa Blair

HISTORICAL SHORT

Rescued by a Christmas Kiss by Larissa Lyons

HORROR

Karens In The Woods by Betsey Kulakowski & J.B. Caine

INSPIRATIONAL NOVEL

Who Touches the Mountains by Deborah Raney

INSPIRATIONAL SHORT

The Baby and the Guardian by Danielle Grandinetti

PARANORMAL NOVEL

Bloodguard by Cecy Robson

https://geni.us/0QF5w0

PARANORMAL SHORT

When the Hope Rose Blooms by Annette Miller

SUSPENSE NOVEL

A Guardian for Christmas by Amanda Knight

https://www.amandaknightauthor.com/books

SUSPENSE SHORT

Flies on the Wall by Jon Minton

https://books2read.com/b/mBBZJN

WOMEN’S FICTION

Meadow Falls by Carolyn Brown

YOUNG ADULT

Ghost Therapy by Mark Rosendorf

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Outnumbered by Lisbeth L. McCarty – A Friday the 13th Horror Short Story

Another tale in the Friday the 13th Horror Short Story series…..

On any Friday the 13th, the debut of 13 horror stories seem appropriate. I was glad to submit one of those stories.

Fun Fact:

After reading Outnumbered, my editor said, “This all-too-evil story hits the mark but makes me question the mentality of the author.” I choose to interpret that to mean I did something right. Well, something right about wrong, anyway.

About Outnumbered:

Damien Malone is a character based on true life murderers who always think they are smarter than everyone else. They never are.

Excerpt:

Damien also liked to laugh about what he considered the silliest line, as well as the most famous line, from Love Story, “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Stupid! That makes no sense. Damien had once heard someone ridicule that famous line by saying, “Love means never having to say put down that butcher knife.” That, at least, makes some sense.

            Other than for amusement at the absurdity of it all, Damien cared about neither the real line nor the parody line of Love Story because he had no love in his heart. And he couldn’t remember when he ever had love in his heart. He was positive that he never had, and he never would.

About the Author:

Lisbeth L. McCarty has worked in the three most hated professions—as an investigative journalist, an appellate criminal defense attorney, and a mime. For more than 40 years, she explored the fascinating aspects of the criminal mind. She loves that she got paid to paid to read and write—two of her favorite things to do. Her website is www.lisbethmccarty.com. You can read her monthly blog at https://lisbeth.substack.com.

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