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Today I’m on the ‘Warbringer’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

hhzEE6XgAaron Hodges was born in 1989 in the small town of Whakatane, New Zealand. He studied for five years at the University of Auckland, completing a Bachelor’s of Science in Biology and Geography, and a Masters of Environmental Engineering. After working as an environmental consultant for two years, he grew tired of office work and decided to quit his job and explore the world. During his travels he picked up an old draft of a novel he once wrote in High School (titled The Sword of Light) and began to rewrite the story. Six months later he published his first novel, Stormwielder, and hasn’t looked back since.

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Qg7A-1HMCenturies ago, the world fell.
From the ashes rose a terrible new species—the Tangata.
Now they wage war against the kingdoms of man.
And humanity is losing.
Recruited straight from his academy, twenty-year-old Lukys hopes the frontier will make a soldier out of him. But Tangata are massing in the south, and the allied armies are desperate. They will do anything to halt the enemy advance—including sending untrained men and women into battle. Determined to survive, Lukys seeks aid from the only man who seems to care: Romaine, the last warrior of an extinct kingdom.
Meanwhile, the Queen’s Archivist leads an expedition deep beneath the earth. She seeks to uncover the secrets of the Gods. Their magic has been lost to the ages, yet artifacts remain, objects of power that could turn the tide of the war. But salvation is not all that waits beneath the surface. Something else slumbers in the darkness. Something old. Something evil.

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Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Well my name is Aaron Hodges and I’m an author from New Zealand. Ever since I was a kid I always loved writing stories—and generally long ones. But it was only when I finished school that I finally got around to writing a complete novel—titled The Sword of Light. Unfortunately I was young and inexperienced and it kinda sucked. Fortunately, I kept at it, rewriting it completely during my university years, and then finally rewriting it a final time while I was taking a gap year in Canada and travelling through the USA and Mexico back in 2015. When I finally published it as Stormwielder, it actually took off, and I realised I could make a living from my writing.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
Two of my favourite authors as a child were Tamora Pierce and David Eddings. I loved Pierce for the interesting characters she created. They each had certain problems and struggles in their lives that I really connected with as a kid. Then there was David Eddings and his epic adventures, which took me away from the problems of the world, if only for a little while.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
I would love to meet Ian Irvine, an author from Australia. As a Marine scientist he has a similar background to myself (environmental science) and he creates such vivid worlds with detailed history and politics. I would to learn more about his process.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
I would probably invite Druss the Legend from the novels of David Gemmell—although it’d probably be for a glass of ventrian red if I remember correctly. Maybe I could tempt him with some Argentine Malbec. While lives by a simple warrior’s code, Druss is such a fascinating hero with a deeper understanding of philosophy than his companions give him credit for.

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
I always have to go to a café to write, where I need a hot drink and my headphones to actually be able to work. And yeah that’s been a bit of a struggle during Covid19, but I’ve managed to keep a reasonable level of productivity up. I’m lucky that I have still been able to work at least.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
Ahhhh can I plead the fifth haha? Nah I think I take inspiration from my environment rather than the people around me. While relationships can sometimes bleed into the pages of my books, I think the characters themselves tend to take on lives of their own.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
I’m a pantser that constrains my story lines within plotting haha. I write a detailed structure but then often veer off course midway as I write my way into my characters heads and realise they’d never go in certain direction.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Keep writing, but give yourself a deadline on which you’re actually going to publish. You can rewrite a book a million times and never be satisfied with it, but your reader might be. I’ve actually remastered my first book, Stormwielder, since its initial release, but readers were still happy with the first version they got.

What are your futureplans as an author?
Keep writing, keep expanding my universes, and most of all keep enjoying what I’m doing!

Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
The Descendants of the Gods series is an idea that’s been brewing in my head for a while. And let’s just say its plot isn’t entirely disconnected from all my other works 😉.

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Aaron Hodges.

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Today I’m on the ‘Midnight Temptations’ blogtour, organised by R&R Book Tours.
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About the Author :

authorpicShari Nichols grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and Ouija boards were common place, spurring her fascination with all things paranormal. Ever since she read her first Barbara Cartland novel, her life-long dream has been to write sexy, romantic stories. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, going to the gym, or hanging out with family and friends.
Shari’s a member of Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Liberty States Fiction Writers and Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal Romance Writers. Shari’s new series, Ravens’ Hollow Coven, is an urban fantasy with City Owl Press.

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Today I’m on the ‘The Scoundrel’s Bartered Bride’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a guest post written by its author, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

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The Mysterious Lord Millcroft - Virginia HeathWhen Virginia Heath was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older, the stories became more complicated, sometimes taking weeks to get to the happy ending. Then one day, she decided to embrace the insomnia and start writing them down. Despite that, it still takes her forever to fall asleep.

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33Awcl3IMarriage … To the highest bidder
Lady Lydia Barton cannot seem to avoid Owen Wolfe since he returned after being wrongly transported for stealing her family’s jewels! But Lydia has more pressing problems―like her impending arranged marriage. Until Owen makes her father a counter-offer for her hand. Is Owen purely after her society connections? Or does Lydia dare hope that the charming stable boy she once loved is still within her ruthless, wealthy new husband?

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A year ago, I asked my followers on social media what sort of story they would like to see next. I had two ideas—both of which I liked a great deal. The first was a marriage of convenience story involving a governess and an earl, and the second an enemies to lovers story which centred around the heroine’s misdeeds in the past before the hero went off to war.
Assuming they would be as excited as I was about these two stories, I stupidly put it to the vote to see which I should write first, and that’s where all my best laid plans unravelled like knitting.
You see, my followers had another idea. Because clearly my job as an author wasn’t hard enough already, they wanted me to write an amalgamation! An enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience story! Their two favourite tropes perfectly executed in one eighty-thousand-word package. To do either of those justice isn’t easy as they are both well-used as well as well loved, and I always want to do something original, so I had severe misgivings.
But as I’d asked, I listened. I threw my other two perfectly good ideas out of the window and went back to the drawing board, dug out my research books and thankfully, and entirely because of a dusty impulse buy from Amazon a decade ago, inspiration struck.
Therefore, there is no governess in this book. The hero isn’t an earl either. The heroine doesn’t have a checkered past and nobody went to war.
Now my story involves the explosive end to a forbidden first love, a former stable boy turned convict who has recently returned from Botany Bay, and an aristocratic heroine sold to pay her family’s crushing debts. There is also gentleman’s club, a whole wardrobe of rattling skeletons, a near seven foot tall bouncer with the soul of an artist, a diminutive but meddling three foot sidekick, an unconventional dash to Gretna Green and, because I stumbled across some fascinating research on the meaning of convict tattoos, a sexy flock of swallows etched into the hero’s left bicep which occupies a great deal of my heroine’s thoughts.
I hope you enjoy reading THE SCOUNDREL’S BARTERED BRIDE half as much as I enjoyed writing it! And enjoy those sexy swallows…

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Today I’m on the ‘Nightmasters’ blogtour, organised by RABT Book Tours.
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Screen Shot 2019-11-21 at 8.30.51 PMRecently retired from a job as a university professor, and looking for a diversion in sunny Southern California, Loran Holt did what any Southern California does – took up writing, of course. Feeling that sword and sorcery fitted her personality admirably, she set her sights on that genre. Nightmasters is the result, and her first work of published fiction, but she is already the published author of two books on the Silent Film era, with a third on the way.

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Nightmasters-Doubles-Talk - eBookKelgan Defthand is used to being top dog at the Academy of Magic where he is Senior Apprentice Mage. Compared to his peers, he’s faster, more skillful, and well aware of it, but when he finds himself beset by fearful voices that come in the night, his confidence is shaken.
Adding to his worries, Kelgan is summoned to the headmaster, Sargal’s presence; it looks like he’s really in trouble. But to his bewilderment, he finds he’s being sent on a “mission” with two very hostile-seeming aristocratic twins, Neroma and Nevander Di Nerrill.
Upon embarking on this mission with the twins, Kelgan soon realizes the world outside the cloistered Academy is a bit different than he imagined. First of all, there seems to be women doing magic! Secondly, he’s not the only one hearing voices.
Following a strange compulsion, Kelgan and the Di Nerrills find themselves seeking out the source of the voices, hoping to put an end to it.
The fateful journey tests Kelgan’s underdeveloped skills to the limit, and could come at an unbearable cost to both to him and his companions. Once Kelgan accepts the challenge of Magehood, there’s no going back.

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Today I’m on the ‘Esme’s Gift’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
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About the Author :

50GAYS1gI read avidly as a child, but only discovered the joys of writing some years ago when reading to my own kids reminded me how much I missed getting lost in other worlds. It’s never too late to find and follow your passion! I now have two books published and am about to start writing the third and final story in the Esme series. My home base is Sydney, where I can often be found running (just kidding – walking) by the water, or scribbling in cafés.

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R8R2U_wATerror was within. Terror was without.
Like her mother, she was at the water’s mercy.
In the enchanted world of Aeolia, fifteen-year-old Esme Silver faces her hardest task yet. She must master her unruly Gift—the power to observe the past—and uncover the secrets she needs to save her mother, Ariane.
In between attending school in the beguiling canal city of Esperance, Esme and her friends—old and new—travel far and wide across Aeolia, gathering the ingredients for a potent magical elixir.
Their journey takes them to volcanic isles, sunken ruins and snowy eyries, spectacular places fraught with danger, where they must face their deepest fears and find hope in the darkest of places.
Esme’s Gift, the second instalment in the Esme trilogy, is a gripping fantasy adventure for readers 12 years and over.

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Today I’m on the ‘Fallerman’s Grove Omerta’ blogtour, organised by RABT Book Tours.
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Fallermans Grove Omerta Author Daniel GibsonDaniel Gibson has written numerous short stories, but this is his initial offering in novel form. He was born near Pittsburgh, PA, but is living in rural upstate South Carolina with his wife Donna.

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Fallermans Grove OmertaFallerman’s Grove Road was the idyllic escape Lewis Fogarty envisioned when he moved here with his wife, Donna. It was his opportunity to leave behind a somewhat troubled past. Everything he wanted was here, including a lot of privacy from distant yet friendly neighbors.
All was perfect until a cancer was brought into the peaceful community in the form of Kara, Old Man Fallerman’s young bride. With her came discord, distrust, and turmoil among the residents. She even drove a wedge between Old Man Fallerman and his son, Ronnie.
Trouble, like a cancer, can only be allowed to get so far before it totally destroys its host, but if removed in time, the host can be saved. Kara was removed, but was Fallerman’s Grove Road saved?

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Today I’m on the ‘The English Wife’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

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txqABWx8Adrienne Chinn was born in Grand Falls, Newfoundland, grew up in Quebec, and eventually made her way to London, England after a career as a journalist. In England she worked as a TV and film researcher before embarking on a career as an interior designer, lecturer, and writer. When not up a ladder or at the computer, she can usually be found rummaging through flea markets or haggling in the Marrakech souk. Her second novel, The English Wife — a timeslip story set in World War II England and contemporary Newfoundland — is published in June 2020. Her debut novel, The Lost Letter from Morocco, was published by Avon Books UK in 2019. She is currently writing her third novel, The Photographer’s Daughters, the first of a 3-book series, to be published in 2021.

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Two women, a world apart.
A secret waiting to be discovered…

VE Day 1945: As victory bells ring out across the country, war bride Ellie Burgess’ happiness is overshadowed by grief. Her charismatic Newfoundlander husband Thomas is still missing in action.
Until a letter arrives explaining Thomas is back at home on the other side of the Atlantic recovering from his injuries.
Travelling to a distant country to live with a man she barely knows is the bravest thing Ellie has ever had to do. But nothing can prepare her for the harsh realities of her new home…
September 11th 2001: Sophie Parry is on a plane to New York on the most tragic day in the city’s history. While the world watches the news in horror, Sophie’s flight is rerouted to a tiny town in Newfoundland and she is forced to seek refuge with her estranged aunt Ellie.
Determined to discover what it was that forced her family apart all those years ago, newfound secrets may change her life forever…
This is a timeless story of love, sacrifice and resilience perfect for fans of Lorna Cook and Gill Paul.

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Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Okay, here we go. I’m an Anglo-Canadian – my mother was a Newfoundland Canadian and my father an Englishman who grew up in Canada. I was born in Newfoundland and grew up in Quebec, and I have a workable knowledge of French.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. My mother says my first word was “Book”. I did a MA in English Literature and became as journalist in Canada before moving to the UK 29 years ago. My writing path then diverted for several years as I worked in the film and TV industry as a researcher, then retrained as an interior designer (architecture and design is another passion of mine).
I had a significant birthday in 2010 and decided to take my childhood desire to be a writer seriously, so I signed up with the Faber Academy in London on their 6-month novel-writing course with Richard Skinner. I started writing The Lost Letter From Morocco on that course and I’ve kept going ever since. I’m now working on my third novel, set in WW1 London and 1890s Italy, which is the first in a series about the lives of three English sisters.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
As a child a read all the time. Early on I was horse mad so read Black Beauty and all The Black Stallion books. Being Canadian, I read Anne of Green Gables, which I loved. Then all the Nancy Drews, of course, followed by a Sir Walter Scott phase, then King Arthur. I liked Jack London’s books – Call of the Wild and White Fang. I read Gone With The Wind when I was 15 and fell in love with it. I still re-read every few years. I went through a John Fowles phase as a teenager and even ploughed through The Magus. And I love Anya Seton and Daphne du Maurier – Rebecca is my favourite novel, and The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles is a very close second.
Now, my reading is pretty preclectic. I’m currently reading Isabel Allende’s “In the Midst of Winter”, and I’ve recently read a pile of novels by Lawrence Osborne who is being called the new Graham Greene. I’ve read a lot of Elif Shafak and Margaret Atwood (I love The Blind Assassin and Alias Grace). I liked Cold Mountain, Snow Falling on Cedars, Miss Smilla’s Feeling for Snow, The Goldfinch. I’ve read some Liane Moriarty which I’ve enjoyed, and Carrie Fisher wrote fantastically funny novels. David Niven’s memoires make me laugh out loud.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
Daphne du Maurier. Sadly, not now possible. She wrote great stories; she wrote description that make places characters in her novels; she wrote tension like no one else I’ve ever read.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
Oh, Florie from The English Wife! She’d be a hoot! She’s so full of fun, with such a great sense of humour and a love of life. You couldn’t help but have a great time with Florie.

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
I usually play Jewel Legend for 10 minutes or so first. Then I write a haiku poem and post it on Instagram – I have over a hundred of them and plan to self-publish a poetry book soon. I started writing haiku as a writing exercise about 8 years ago. It’s quite a challenge to create a strong visual image in 17 syllables. Then I get comfy on my bed and prop my laptop on a pillow on my lap, and away I go.
I’ll re-read what I wrote the day before, review my chapter list, and do any research I need for that chapter, then I start writing. I usually write about 4-5 hours, 5 or 6 days a week and I aim to write a minimum of 1,000 words a day.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
My ideas come from different places. I’ve spent a lot of time in Morocco over the past 13 years, and was married to a Moroccan Berber who lived in the Atlas Mountains for several years. We had a bi-continental relationship! My experiences inspired my first book, The Lost Letter From Morocco. Then, for The English Wife, which is set in WW2 England and contemporary Newfoundland, I’d always wanted to write a novel set in Newfoundland, which is such a unique, ruggedly beautiful place with wonderful, hospitable people. My uncle Gus was a Newfoundland soldier in England during the war and met his English wife there. She was a war bride and I thought that was an interesting subject to explore in a novel. Then, of course, there is the true story of all the international flights that were diverted to the small airport of Gander, Newfoundland on 9/11 and how the Newfoundlanders took them into their homes. I was born in Grand Falls, near Gander, and I heard about this early on from my Newfoundland relatives. So, I put 2 and 2 together and The English Wife was born.
As to whether people in my life should be worried? I love this quote from the writer Ann Lamott: “You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better in the first place.”

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
Half and half. I work out the shape of the story, or, in the case of my last two books and my book in progress, which are all timeslips, the stories with coloured post-it notes which I post on a wall. Then I create character summaries for all the main characters in a document, including photos of actors and actresses who I feel encapsulate the look of these characters. Then I create another document that summarises all the chapters with a sentence or two for each chapter, including the month/year and which characters are in the chapter. Finally, I create a research document where I keep adding links and photos and notes and thoughts as I write. So, that’s all the plotting.
Then, I start writing, and sometimes the chapters change as the characters grow and become real. Sometimes things happen out of the blue, which is marvellous. I usually have an idea of how I want the book to end, but this actually changed in both The Lost Letter From Morocco and The English Wife. I love it when the characters start asserting themselves on the writing. I believe part of my job as a novelist is to listen to them.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
-Don’t give up.
-Do read a lot of different stuff. Read out of your comfort zone. Read novels by foreign authors.
-Do watch good movies. They are fantastic ways to learn pacing, creating dramatic scenes, and dialogue.
-Do take writing courses/attend writing workshops/cultivate writing friends
-Do believe in yourself.
-Don’t listen to anyone who says you can’t do it.
-Do try writing other forms: poems, plays, non-fiction, journalism, etc. It all stretches your writing muscle and helps you hone your craft.
-Do recognise that good writing takes time – it’s a craft. Keep learning.
-Do read novels by authors you admire and notice how they create dialogue, characters, tension, humour, etc.
-Did I say, don’t give up?

What are your future plans as an author?
Finish my current novel; self-publish a book of poetry; research and write the following two novels in the series; write a play; write a suspense novel set in the Caribbean; write a novel set in China… write another play. Basically, to just keep writing.

Last, but not least, can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
Ellie Burgess confronts her younger sister, Dottie, about a crucial telegram Ellie has been expecting from her Newfoundlander lover, Thomas, that Ellie has found hidden in Dottie’s room.

‘Ellie? What are you doing in my room?’
Ellie looks up at her sister from the window bench, the navy velvet jewellery box in her lap. She holds out the telegram. ‘What’s this?’
‘You shouldn’t have been looking in my room!’
‘This is my telegram. What are you doing with it?’
Dottie rushes forward and snatches for the sheet of yellow paper. Ellie jerks it away. ‘It’s my telegram, Dottie! I was supposed to go to London to marry Thomas. He’ll think I … he’ll think I—’ She presses her hand against her mouth. ‘Oh, Dottie, how could you? This is an evil thing you’ve done.’
Dottie stamps around the room, her arms wrapped around her body. ‘I’m going to tell Poppy you went through my things.’
‘Dottie! What’s got into you? You stole my engagement ring and you hid a telegram meant for me. A very important telegram. Poppy would be appalled! Poor Mummy must be spinning in her grave.’
‘Don’t you talk about Mummy like that!’
‘Well, it’s true, Dottie! It’s shocking what you did. It’s theft, pure and simple. It’s a sin.’
Dottie throws herself onto the bed and bursts into tears. ‘You’re awful, Ellie! You’re awful! You were going to just run away!’
‘I wasn’t going to just run away. I was coming back. I was only going to be gone a few days.’
‘You were! You were running away! You were leaving me and Poppy behind!’
‘I wasn’t, Dottie!’
‘Wait till I tell Poppy!’
‘No, don’t do that. Don’t tell Poppy. Promise me. This whole thing will only upset him. I’m still here. Nothing’s changed.’
‘You were going to leave! Just like Mummy did.’
‘What do you mean?’
Dottie sits up and wipes at her tear-streaked face. ‘Mummy left us, didn’t she?’
‘It was an accident, Dottie. You know that. You were there.’
A sob escapes from Dottie’s mouth. ‘Don’t leave me, Ellie. Please don’t leave me.’
Ellie sets down the telegram and walks over to the bed. Sitting down, she hugs Dottie. ‘I won’t leave you, Dottie. I promise. We’re sisters, aren’t we? If you promise not to tell Poppy about the engagement, I won’t tell him that you’ve turned into a little thief.’
Dottie sniffs and nods. She doesn’t need to tell Ellie that Thomas rang from the train station. That she’d promised him to tell Ellie he’d rung. Ellie doesn’t need to know that. Maybe Thomas would never come back. That would be the best thing. Everything was fine now. Everything would be fine.

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
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Today I’m on the ‘Hairballs and Homicide’ blogtour, organised by RABT Book Tours.
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About the Author :

Hairballs and Homicide Author Ruth J. HartmanRuth J. Hartman spends her days herding cats and her nights spinning mysterious tales that make you smile. She, her husband, and their cats love to spend time curled up in their recliners watching old Cary Grant movies. Well, the cats sit in the people’s recliners. Not that the cats couldn’t get their own furniture. They just choose to shed on someone else’s.
Ruth, a left-handed, cat-herding, farmhouse-dwelling writer uses her sense of humor as she writes tales of lovable, klutzy women who seem to find trouble without even trying.
Ruth’s husband and best friend, Garry, reads her manuscripts, rolls his eyes at her weird story ideas, and loves her in spite of her penchant for insisting all of her books have at least one cat in them.

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Hairballs and HomicideWhen Ellie Warren opens the Kitty Beret Café, her life revolves around finding forever homes for rescued cats and serving lattes. That is, until a woman’s body is discovered behind her shop—the same woman who’d thrown a hissy fit with Ellie in front of lots of witnesses. With Ellie’s cat, Templeton, supplying clues and the help of handsome Detective Simon Dare, she’s on the prowl for the murderer. Will Ellie discover the identity of the culprit before the murderer sinks their claws into her?

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Today I’m on the ‘The Wounded Ones’ blogtour, organised by Meerkat Press.
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Title: The Wounded Ones by G.D. Penman (Witch of Empire 2)
Release Date: 6/23/20
Genre: Urban Fantasy / LGBTQ / Detective

coverart-6-ARCDemons and serial killers are Iona “Sully” Sullivan’s bread and butter, but nothing could have prepared her to face off against the full weight of the British Empire at the height of its power. With the War for American Independence in full swing, she finds even her prodigious talents pushed beyond their limits when citizens of the American Colonies begin vanishing amidst rumors of crop circles, hydra sightings and worse. Through a wild and lethal adventure that will see her clashing with the Empire around the world and beyond, the only constants in Sully’s life are an undead girlfriend, a giant demon crow that has taken a shine to her, regular assassination attempts by enemies on all sides, and the cold certainty that nothing and nobody is going to make it out of the war in one piece.

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Excerpt :

The Gobi Grill was a Mongolian joint on Staten Island. Of the different boroughs of New Amsterdam, Staten had always been the wealthiest and the most resistant to what the IBI used to call “foreign influences,” but even here, the Gobi stood out. Amidst French cuisine, Italian pizzerias, Greek salad buffets and stolid British pub food, it was the only place with anything spicy on the menu. Sully had always hated it, which meant that every time it was her partner’s turn to pick a take-out joint, the delivery came from there. On the late nights in the office, there was nothing that Ceejay had enjoyed more than watching Sully eat the spiciest thing he could find on the menu without flinching. Sully had always appreciated his sense of humor, even when she was the victim of it.
Right on cue at twenty minutes to nine, Ceejay swaggered in through the door in a sky blue Ophiran suit. He spotted Sully sitting by the bar and spun on his heel to walk back out again. He made it as far as the street before Sully’s snort of laughter brought him back inside.
“General Sullivan! Haven’t you won this war yet? I can’t sleep at night with all the banging on the barrier. You are so negligent. It is amazing that I didn’t steal your job years ago.”
Sully got up to shake his hand but stiffened as he engulfed her in a hug. Softly he murmured, “It is good to see you.” Then he stepped back and was instantly back to his full braying volume. “Two coffees, please, and four Nai Wong Bao.”
They settled by the bar after Ceejay had made a big show of yawning and stretching so he could get a good look around the place. There was no breakfast crowd to speak of—a few people were grabbing take-out coffee orders and there was an old Oriental man snoozing over a bowl of fishy soup in a booth. As far as Sully could tell, the Gobi never closed.
The food was in front of them before Sully could get a word in. Ceejay asked, “You came alone? I thought you would have bodyguards and sycophants dribbling out behind you these days.”
Sully scoffed, “Like I’ve keep telling you all these years, I can take care of myself.”
He raised an imperious eyebrow. “I seem to recall your telling me that—just before I had to pull your ass out of the fire.”
Sully prodded at the gelatinous white lumps on her plate. “What am I eating here?”
“Steamed buns. They have custard inside. Very British. You should like them.”
She took a small bite. Swallowing took some effort. Ceejay waggled his eyebrows again. “No?”
“I didn’t miss eating your weird food.”
“I’ve missed watching you eat my weird food. Your face—”
She cut him off. “How’s business? They haven’t kicked you back down to the mailroom yet?”
Ceejay chuckled. “I think that if there was no war going on, all the polite white people would’ve had me taken out back and shot by now. But since you keep dragging your feet, I get to keep being top dog in the IBI.”
“Well, I’ll do my best to keep fucking up then. For your job security.”
He gave a little mock bow of thanks, then tucked into his own buns as Sully tried to wash the texture out of her mouth with coffee. After a moment of comfortable silence she said, “I hear you’ve caught an interesting case.”
“I catch all the interesting cases. I am like a net that hangs underneath a thousand useless constabularies, catching everything that isn’t completely obvious.” His voice was slightly muffled by the mouthful of food.
“I was thinking about a specific interesting case. One that is almost as interesting as the one that I had just before I left the IBI.”
He sighed. “I don’t know why I pretended this was a social call. You are here about work. You are always all about work.”
Sully stared intently down into her coffee. “When things are settled and the war is over, there will be time to be friends again. Hell, I might even apply for my old job. You could be my boss.”
That earned her a belly laugh. “I can just picture it—‘Sully, I need you to investigate this terrible crime.’ ‘Ceejay, go to hell, I am hungover.’” His smile never faltered as he hissed, “Did you check that we are safe to talk here?”
Sully let her arcane senses sweep out of her body and through the restaurant. She could feel the fire runes in the kitchen like a crackling pressure at the edge of her consciousness, and the alarm charms woven into the doors and windows vibrated softly against her gentle intrusion. Laid over all of it was the sensation of her own magic, an almost imperceptible bubble blocking anyone from scrying on them. “We’re good for now.”
“No pattern,” he started. “These people, they seem to vanish with no logic at all. They go to bed one night and the next morning, poof. Nothing. It is not isolated to Nova Europa. The Northern provinces of the Republic have been losing people too. I know that the United Nations have lost some, but they don’t trust us enough to even give names or locations. They give me nothing but dates of the disappearances and then they expect everything that we have in return. Pricks.”
“And the Schrödingers?”
“They go haywire. Spike off the chart. There is definitely magic at play, but if any of our guys have a clue what it is, they are keeping it to themselves.” Ceejay knocked back the last of his coffee.
Sully sipped hers. “Any theories?”
“The smart money is on spies. Everyone knows that the British had them everywhere. Now that the hammer is about to fall, they are pulling them all out. The crazy power spikes may be some sort of pumped up portals to get past the blocks your friends cast.”
Sully frowned. “That makes no sense .You don’t withdraw your spies when you are about to fight someone, you keep them in place so they can feed you vital intel—troop movements, morale on the ground. I don’t buy it.”
Ceejay was scowling. “It doesn’t matter what you buy. It isn’t your job anymore. Remember? You quit.”
A bitter laugh escaped Sully. “Yeah, lucky me.”
It was only when he turned on her that she realized he wasn’t joking. “Back off, Sully. You have your own business to be dealing with. Stay out of mine.”
Sully’s jaw clenched but she forced her temper down. She had a lifetime of practice at that. “I don’t know what you think is going on, but I don’t want my job back.”
“What’s going on is that just when I thought I was going to see my friend again for the first time in months, a spy walked in dressed in her clothes. Fuck you very much, Sully.”
Sully did not blow up the Gobi Grill. She even paid the tab for the coffee and glutinous lumps. When she stepped out into the street, the gathering of three dozen crows perched on every flat surface was probably a complete coincidence and nothing to do with her mood. She shooed them away and waited to watch them circle up through the canyon between the skyscrapers to vanish into the chill blue sky. She blew out a warm cloud of breath after them. She didn’t know what was worse: Ceejay’s calling her a government stooge or his being completely right. Her phone started to vibrate in her pocket and with great reluctance she drew it out. She wasn’t sure how Ogden had adapted to modern technology faster than she had, given that she had several centuries head-start, but there was his name flashing on the screen.
She grunted, “Sullivan.”
He replied, “Ogden.” She could almost hear the smug grin.
“What do you want, Ogden?”
“I just thought that it might be an auspicious time to invite you to visit with us in Manhattan.”
Sully tried not to growl. “Why would anyone want to do that?”
“You could take a look at the unique architecture? Get to know your new friends and allies? Come and witness the ritual that we use to tear down the Veil of Tears?”
Sully huffed out another plume of steam. “You finished the spell.”
“We have most assuredly finished the spell.”
What Manhattan used to be could be seen in its foundations. As she soared over the water Sully caught a glimpse of wood and whitewash here and there. The ground gravel beneath her course still bore the shape of cobblestones in places and there was unmistakably dirt and dung beneath that. Once upon a time, this had been a human place. The moment that she looked higher than knee height the illusion that it still belonged to mankind vanished. Conjured stone twisted up into the skyline, jagged and impossibly symmetrical. The spires of Manhattan resembled nothing so much as gargantuan termite mounds and the fact that the doorways and thoroughfares of the city had been designed with residents many times the size of humans in mind just hammered home the idea that humans were visitors here. The outer wall stood at more than twenty feet tall and the smooth white expanse of it was oppressive, but it also hid the strangeness of everything within its circumference very well. There was no gate in or out of Manhattan; there was no need when every one of the residents could fly. Sully tried not to shudder as she saw the demons coiled along the ramparts beneath her, nesting in the belfries and lurking in the shadows between the towers. There were not as many of them as there were Magi, but the numbers were close. In all of the dull meetings since the war began, Sully had not voiced her suspicions that behind their impassable walls the Magi were summoning more demons to bolster their forces. It wasn’t as though there was anything that could be done, even if they were; Manhattan was a law unto itself. That had been the problem since before it popped back into the world.
Sully took the scenic route down to the massive ritual circle in the center of the city where the mass of Magi were gathered. Intelligence about America’s allies had been even harder to come by than information about the British in the past months, so she was making up for lost time. That was what she told herself to justify her slow descent. It wasn’t because she was frightened to go down into a massive nest of demons that would eat her magic and tear her to shreds and it certainly wasn’t because she was keeping an eye out for Mol Kalath. The bird could be here or not, it made no difference to her. Once she was sure that it was not, she dove to land gracelessly by Ogden’s side. He was grinning. “A very pleasant afternoon to you, Miss Sullivan.”
“Right. How long have we got until the fireworks start?”
He swept his arms out to encompass this little town square. “They have already begun the preliminary casting. Each component shall be bound within the circle and when all of the parts have been assembled—”
Sully grumbled. “I know how ritual magic works. I’m asking for a time.”
When he laughed it tugged on the scars across his lips, making him flinch. “By this time tomorrow, the Veil of Tears shall be unpicked and all the hell of Europe will be unleashed upon the British. Even now we ready our envoys to meet with the trapped demons. We shall marshal our forces in France, then strike out before tomorrow ends. They will not stand against such an onslaught for long. I would expect surrender by the following dawn at the latest.”
“Good job. Has Pratt been told?” Sully cracked her knuckles.
“The Prime Minister has been informed, yes.”
Sully closed her eyes and felt the magic taking form, each caster stitching their spell onto the last, every spell simple and easy to replace if an error was made, but woven together into an immense, complex tapestry. She had punched through a few barrier spells in her day, but that was a momentary disruption of the stable patterns, not a permanent solution like this patchwork monstrosity of a spell. She could already see the shape that it was going to take from the gaps left in the framework that they had cast so far. Understanding the totality of it was probably beyond her, but she could appreciate the craft.
“So, did you invite me here to watch you all casting for twenty hours? Because I might need a seat or something.”
Ogden shuffled his feet. “Knowing the little that I do of you, I had assumed that you would want to be at the front lines when the fighting begins.”
“You assumed right.” Sully flexed her hands. The dense magic that saturated the air was teasing little sparks of spellfire from her fingertips.
“Which is why our mutual friend has offered to carry you with the vanguard to Europe.”
Sully grimaced at the tell-tale rustle of feathers behind her. “Hello again, Mol Kalath.”
“GREETINGS, SHADOW-TWIN.” The voice tore right through Sully every single time. Even the other demons roaming free around Manhattan chattering in their own tongue didn’t make her head creak as much.
“I guess that you’re my ride to Europe?”
“THE DISTANCE IS TOO GREAT FOR YOUR SPELLS OF FLIGHT. YOU SHALL RIDE UPON MY BACK AND AT LAST WE WILL HAVE TIME TO CONVERSE.”
Sully ground her teeth together while Ogden clapped her on the back. “Just think, Miss Sullivan. In two days’ time, the war will be over and we will have toppled the British Empire.”
She unclenched her jaw. “All right. Let’s do this.”

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Today I’m super pleased to be on the blogtour, organised by Damppebbles Blog Tour, to reveal the cover of

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About the Author :

Anne PettigrewGlasgow-born, 31 years a Greenock GP, graduate of University of Glasgow (Medicine 1974) and Oxford (MSc Medical Anthropology 2004). Worked also in psychiatry, women’s health, and journalism (Herald, Pulse, Doctor, Channel 4). In retirement took Creative Writing tuition at Glasgow University aiming to pen novels about women doctors (rare in literature except as pathologists or in Mills & Boon). Runner-up in SAW Constable Award 2018, chosen as a 2019 Bloody Scotland Crime Spotlight Author – ‘one to watch.’ Member of several writers’ groups and a short story competition winner, she lives in Ayrshire and enjoys good books, good wine, and good company.

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In a leafy Glasgow suburb, Dr Beth Semple is busy juggling motherhood and full-time GP work in the 90s NHS. But her life becomes even more problematic when she notices some odd deaths in her neighbourhood. Though Beth believes the stories don’t add up, the authorities remain stubbornly unconvinced.
Soon, Beth’s professional reputation is challenged. There follows a chilling campaign of harassment and she finds her professional reputation – and family – are put at risk.
Is a charming local GP actually a serial killer? Can Beth piece together the jigsaw of perplexing fatalities and perhaps save lives? And as events accelerate towards a dramatic conclusion, will the police intervene in time?
From the author of Not the Life Imagined, this slow-burning tartan noir novel from a Bloody Scotland Crime Spotlight author follows Beth on another quest for justice. Reflecting Pettigrew’s own medical expertise, Not The Deaths Imagined re-affirms the benefits of growing up in a loving family and the need for friends in hard times, while offering insight into the twisted development of a psychopathic mind.

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