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The Muse’s Revenge

The Muse’s Revenge is a free serial story on Savvy Saturday for October.  Contributing authors were Marlene Garand, Jenna Greene, and Rita Bay. The story was complied and edited by Kylee Howells. There is an introduction, but all of the stories are free standing. Click the icons below to read.  Enjoy!!  Rita



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Romance Magicians Visit & Giveaway

Check out my blog at Romance Magicians about fall in the mountains of North Georgia and my new release, The Caretaker’s Lady from Liquid Silver Books. I’m giving away an ebook of Finding Eve from Champagne Book Group which is also set around Atlanta and the Georgia mountains.

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Thursday Redux with Jude Johnson

new author pic Jude Johnson, an author who is multi-published in several genres, is the Thursday Redux contributor today. Jude writes historical nonfiction, historical fiction, contemporary romance, and children’s stories. Her publishers include Champagne Books, 7DS Books, Open Books Press, and Scorched Hawk Press. She reports: “I believe in living the Renaissance life: Develop a myriad of hobbies, interests, and skills to cram as much life as possible into our short time on this plane of existence. Yes, I’ve kept my day job. *wink, wink*”


My post was originally published on 17 March 2014 in honor of World Down Syndrome Awareness Day (http://www.worlddownsyndromeday.org/)

This darling boy is the son of a very dear friend. Sara, an Arizona-born cowgirl embodies all the finest qualities of ranch gals. She trains horses with a gentle hand, teaches and counsels children, and hardly says a bad word about anyone. The worst I ever heard her say about a former boyfriend is, “He was not a very nice boy.” Her husband Marty is also a kind man, takes all sorts of teasing from her friends (like me) with good humor, and has a great heart.

So when they had their first child, a boy who was diagnosed with Down Syndrome, their friends weren’t sure how to respond. Everyone wants a perfectly healthy child. Everyone usually assumes two great people will have a great baby. Guess what? They have. [Photo by The Bug’s Dad, Martin.]

BugThe Bug, as he is lovingly called, is a beautiful, happy boy. He has the best laugh in the world. (Well, second to my son’s baby laugh. That was enchanted music, but I’m biased.) As Bug approaches his first birthday in May, he’s reached those milestones every parent brags about or frets over: lifting his head, rolling over, sitting up, smiling, laughing, wriggling, crawling, getting into things, walking, burbling–oh, and did I mention getting into things?

This is a fortunate child to be born to loving parents who live in a tight-knit community of family and friends. We all know he’ll face more challenges than average as he matures, but he will have a strong support system around him to help him learn to meet each obstacle and deal with it–in his own way and time. He will grow up in a ranching/farming environment, well-acquainted with dogs and horses, where the insane pressure of modern urban life is not as much of a factor as it could be. He’ll face the incredible cruelties other children can inflict, as we all know will happen, but he’ll also be surrounded with acceptance and encouragement in a way few people experience. I have no doubt The Bug will learn to achieve through determination, hard work, and love–just like his folks.

Down Syndrome is trisomy-21, a genetic anomaly of an extra of chromosome 21. Its effects can vary from severe (with multiple organic issues such as heart problems and other organ dysfunctions) to mild, with some facial effects and  slower than average cognitive learning. People born with Down Syndrome can lead rich, productive, independent lives–if given the chance and acceptance. There are more than a few young people with Down Syndrome who have made incredible achievements–way above any average. To learn more, and read about these remarkable men and women, please take a moment to check out The National Down Syndrome Society page.


Save The Last Dance

A Contemporary Romance from Champagne Books  (April 2014)

save the last dance ecoverABOUT: A trilogy of novellas about Maggie Pearce and the love of her life, English actor John Harrison—how each break the chains of bad relationships through their mutual love of ballroom dance, surmounting obstacles to prove that love does conquer all.

The road to love is rocky for Maggie and John. Both in loveless relationships, they share a passion for dancing, and along the way, for each other. Their attraction could destroy everything they’ve worked for, so when circumstance throws them together again and again, they must choose if it’s better to stay in their loveless relationships or gamble on love.

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Thursday Redux: Author Elizabeth Fountain

Elizabeth Fountain, author of science fiction, urban fantasy, and magical romances, is the Thursday Redux guest today. Writing is usually a solitary endeavor with few opportunities for interaction with other writers. Often we’re limited to occasional contacts at meetings and conferences. Another opportunity for interaction with other authors is membership in our publisher groups.

Liz is a fellow author at Champagne Book Group, one of my favorites. She writes funny, whimsical stories that have you laughing and thinking at the same time. She is always pleasant and supportive of the other authors. When I did an interview with her recently, I read her bio. Like her stories, Liz isn’t bound by one path to her destination, but she has a fascinating journey arriving there. Check out her website bio and her stories for great reads. Today, Liz shares a whimsical story that reflects her writing style. (Note: We also share an addiction to NANOWRIMO. See below)


 It took me a long, long, time to choose a post for Rita’s Thursday Redux. The more I read my old pieces, the more lost in the past I became. Each one reminded me of everything that swirled around it in my life at the moment it came into being. Good thing I had a deadline, as it forced me to pick one, finally. I hope you like it.

This post was the result of a writing workshop I took at Richard Hugo House in Seattle, way back in early 2011. The workshop focused on using the conventions of fairy tales to tell all kinds of stories. Perhaps some seeds related to the fables in You, Jane were planted there and then. One exercise instructed us to take a favorite Disney-style tale and “rough it up,” making it into a more classic, adult-style fable. Well, my favorite Disney movie ever is The Jungle Book; here’s the moment where Mowgli meets Baloo, but, well, we’re not in Disneyworld anymore.



One day a bear was out bathing in a stream. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a creature come toward him that he did not recognize as a usual resident of the jungle. This creature was a human child.

The bear sighed. He knew what would happen, having seen other small human cubs wander loose in the jungle.

“Child, where are you going?” he asked the little naked thing.

“I’m running away,” said the human cub.

“You know you’ll be eaten in the jungle,” said the bear.

“Not me,” said the child. “I know how to take care of myself.”

“Do you,” said the bear. He heard wolves howl in the distance and closer by he heard the purr of the tiger.

“Yes I do,” said the child, and growled a pitiful whining sound meant to frighten the other jungle creatures.

“That won’t help you,” said the bear. “Shall I teach you how to protect yourself?”

“Would you?” asked the child.

“Certainly,” said the bear. And without a second thought he ate the human cub.  “You’ll be safe in my stomach,” he said, spitting out the bones into a neat little pile by the side of the stream, and went back to his bath, humming contentedly.

The wolf pack leader came by. “Have you seen a human cub?” he asked. “Yes,” said the bear, and gestured with a claw at the pile of bones. “There he is. “The wolf pack leader shook his great ruff and turned to go back to his pack.

The tiger slinked out of the tall jungle grass. “Did a human cub walk by here?” he asked the bear, who was just getting out of the stream to dry himself off and get ready for his afternoon nap.

“Yes,” said the bear, “I ate him and there are his bones, if you want to pick them over while I sleep.”

“Ah,” said the tiger, and with the swipe of one giant paw he sliced the bear open and ate his entrails, full of delicate human cub flesh as they were. “Now I need a nap,” thought the tiger to himself, and rolled over to sleep in the tall jungle grass.


You, Jane

An Urban Fantasy – Magical Romance Champagne Book Group (June 2014)

you-jane_300dpiNote: You, Jane was born in my first joyous experience with National Novel Writing Month in November, 2010. The reliance on fables – some a bit dark – certainly found encouragement in the writing workshop that generated my Thursday Redux post.

Jane Margaret Blake’s problem isn’t her drinking. Sure, she’s missing work, and forgetting she’s already fed her cat, who’s getting a little fat. But Jane’s real problem is the reason she drinks: she writes stories that come true and wreak havoc in her life.

In her “fables” animals, people, angels, and the Universe itself conspire to destroy Jane’s last chance to be with her old love, or, just maybe, to bring her into the arms of a new love. Years ago, a fable pushed Jane’s best friend Charlie into marrying another woman. Now another fable shoves Charlie’s little boy in front of an angry dog – or worse, a wicked spirit bent on getting Jane and Charlie to face the truths they’ve spent a lifetime avoiding.

As her drinking and writing spiral out of control, Jane must finally discover how to write her own happy ending.


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Thank you for visiting, Liz.  Tomorrow, More Pompeii


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Thursday Redux: Ute Carbone & Sweet Lenora

Author Ute Carbone is the featured author today at Thursday Redux. Ute is the author of numerous romantic comedies and a historical series, Sweet Lenora from Champagne Books. Ute is sharing a character interview with Lenora about All Things Returned (Sweet Lenora #3).

DividerBar428x25 Lenora Boudreaux is the heroine of my historical romance series, Sweet Lenora. The interview with her was originally published at A Passion for Romance on April 15 of this year, just after the third novella of the series, All Things Returned, was released

An Interview with Lenora Boudreaux

Tell us about yourself, please.

I am the daughter of a ship builder and the wife of a sea captain. I am, like it or not, defined by those two men, who have loved me best.

What is it that you want, but cannot have? Authors call this the conflict of the story.

My Aunt Louise often accused me of being a willful child. I suppose there is some truth to this. I should like to make my own mark on the world, perhaps to build a ship like Sweet Lenora and sail upon her with Anton as she breaks the record for speed of sail.  Though that is but a dream and I am happy to stand beside Anton, who is my love and my life, and make a home and a family with him. I will do anything to make this happy life a reality.

What’s your internal limitation? Meaning, what is it about you that makes it so you cannot do what it is you need to do during this story?

When Jacob Lowell first approached me with his threats, I should have told my brother and waited for Anton, who had sailed to Seattle, to come home. I decided I could handle it all on my own. Often, I have difficulty in asking for help, I do not like to appear weak or weak minded.

What inner doubt causes you the most difficulty?

That the past will catch me in its net and destroy my life with Anton. I never doubt his love for me, but I know he is a man of rash action, and when it comes to my honor, he may well defend it to the death. I could not bear it if anything were to happen to him.

What’s your external complication? In the story world your author created, explain what it is you fear most.

I fear losing Anton to his sense of honor. Jacob Lowell has dishonored us and Anton will do anything, including challenge Jacob to a duel. I cannot allow him to do anything so rash as throw away his life over such a one as Jacob Lowell..

Tell us about your significant other, that person who makes living worthwhile.

Anton. Aye, he is tall and dark and fearless. Some call him a scoundrel, I know better. He can be so tender that it makes my heart swell to think on it. I have found in him a love for all my days.

What would that person say about you?

He would no doubt tell you he loves me with all his heart. I know it is true. And he might add that I can be stubborn, which is also true. Thus far, he has forgiven me my stubbornness .

What is your family like?

My heart belongs to Anton, with whom I build my life. My brother Edward is a good man, and his wife Meifeng is the sister of my heart. My father was Robert Brewer, half of the famous Brewer Brothers shipping enterprise. He built many a clipper ship and taught me the trade as well. My Uncle John, the other half of Brewer’s, I have no use for. He is a man given to nefarious practices and will do anything to gain wealth.

What special skills do you rely on?

I should like, very much, to use the ship building skills my father taught me, but as of yet have not had the opportunity.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you NOT want it to be, and why?

The very man who has shown up in this story, Jacob Lowell, and has caused such trouble for Anton and myself.

Are you happy with the way your story ended? Why or why not?

Yes, this part of the story ends well. Though the tale is not yet finished.


All Things Returned (Sweet Lenora #3)

all things returned ebookUteAnton and Lenora Boudreaux have settled into an idyllic cottage overlooking San Francisco Bay. They’ve left trouble behind them and found happily ever after—family, friends, and a business that has every expectation of being successful. Until the Willow sails into port. The captain of Willow, Jacob Lowell, is privy to secrets that threaten Lenora’s reputation and Anton’s life. When Anton sails to Seattle on a business enterprise, Jacob tries to blackmail Lenora, threatening to expose all he knows and forces her to make decisions that will test her love of Anton and her life with him.




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Thank you for visiting, Ute. Learn more about Ute, the series, and Lenora HERE.


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Celia Breslin and Bumped by the Banshee

Goosebumps contributor Celia Breslin is an author of urban fantasy and  paranormal romance for Champagne Books. Celia relates: “I grew up listening to my Irish grandmother’s stories about the Fae, including her encounter with a Banshee in her cellar when she was a teenager. Of her many stories, this is my favorite.”

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“Bumped by the Banshee” by Celia Breslin    (Based on actual events as recounted by her grandmother)

I lived in a large two-story house with my parents, sister and grandmother. It was a cold, winter evening, nothing special or out of the ordinary. The family dined together, then my sister and I cleaned up while our parents and grandmother drank tea. We joined them at the dining table to do our homework, but my grandmother said she was tired and went upstairs to bed. My parents followed shortly after that, but my father paused on the landing.

“Maeve, it’s going to be a cold night. Fetch us some coal, please.”

I abandoned my homework, grabbed the empty coal bucket from the kitchen, and went down into the cellar.  I filled my bucket and returned to the stairs. I had one foot on the first step when the temperature in the cellar, already cold, dropped dramatically. Chills ran down my back. Behind me, someone moaned.

But how could that be? I was alone…

Terror rooted me to the spot. The keening grew louder. I dropped my bucket and covered my ears. A cold wind bumped against my back. I stumbled forward as the shrieking wind rushed over me and up the stairs.

But how could that be? The cellar had no windows…

Above me, the cellar door slammed shut. The sound broke me from my stupor. I screamed and ran from the cellar, through the kitchen and dining room, up the stairs to my room. My parents and sister found me under my bed, shaking like a puppy lost in a snowstorm.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” They asked me, while pulling me from my hiding place.

“I heard the Banshee wail.”

We stared at each other in silence, all of us reaching the same conclusion moments later. We hurried to my grandmother’s room.

She was dead.

Copyright 2013, Celia Breslin. No part of this family story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical without permission from the author. Rita Bay has my permission. 🙂


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Haven is an urban fantasy romance from Champagne Books (July, 2013). If you like vampire stories, you’ll love Haven. Check out the Haven blurb:

Haven_San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard, plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks her on her twenty-fifth birthday.

Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-lust flares, leaving her wanting more.

With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to have a love life…without getting killed in the process.

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Author Eliot Baker and “Snoring at Monsters”

Author Eliot Baker contributes a rolling-on-the-floor-laughing-thank-God-that’s-not-me story to Goosebumps today. Eliot writes historical mysteries and supernatural suspense The Last Ancient is his December release for Champagne Books’ Burst imprint. Eliot worked for two years as a reporter on the island of Nantucket, where the book primarily takes place. After moving to Finland, he found himself longing for the Grey Lady. A story emerged incorporating the elements of his life and work there as an environmental and general reporter, along with his interests in Greek mythology, coinage & history, alchemy & philosophy, science & psychology, peak oil & conspiracy, and the meaning of love & relationships.  Check out “Snoring at Monsters” and a blurb from The Last Ancient.

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“Snoring at Monsters”

Jimmy was snoring—he just wouldn’t stop. Every time he’d snort and shift his football player’s bulk, the thing outside in the Yellowstone darkness would harrumph and stomp, shaking the ground and loosening my bladder. It belched primal, savage snorts that rumbled in my guts.

I smacked my buddy and whispered, Jimmy! Jimmy, shut up! Stop snoring! There’s something out there. Half awake, his eyes went wide, and he said, “Whatever that is, it is big.” Then he conked out. I should mention we had an empty bottle of tequila outside on our camping table beside our scraps of dinner. Having driven from Seattle, we’d celebrated the first night of our last epic college road trip together.

Jimmy shifted into his chainsaw snore. The monster circled us, depressed my side of the tent with its gigantic snout, snorted hot, foul breath at me, and pawed the ground as if to charge or to devour. It was either telling us to shut up and let it sleep, or come out and let it eat. I shook Jimmy awake again. He looked at the monster’s head pressed against the tent. “Whatever it is, it probably would have eaten us already if it wanted to,” he said sagely. “Just go to sleep.” Worriers and warriors, indeed.

Six hours like this. Time bled by like hourglass sands before an execution. Each second involved me shivering, Jimmy snoring, and the thing outside harrumphing and pawing the ground—HRUMM! Pppphhh. STOMP STOMP. Unable to dream, I imagined heroically bolting from the tent to my SUV, knowing I would not. Even if I made it, Jimmy would be left for chum for an angry bear, yeti, sasquatch, wendigo, bigfoot, landshark, James P. Sullivan, or whatever this monster was, hot-blooded after a failed pursuit. Worse, Jimmy might have had to actually wake up, and if he blamed an untimely rousing on me there was no telling what violence would ensue.

Finally, the sky beyond the tent brightened, shining rays of hope onto those primal knowledge centers we humans continue to carry to remind us: Monsters are shy of sunlight. The thing raised itself on all fours. Stomped its mightiest of stomps. Let out its mightiest harrumph. Pushed against the tent with a big, broad part of its body. Unloaded a whizz-banging eruption, followed by an avalanche of plopping sounds, like wet stones thudding onto the grass. The monster was pooping on us. A long, dramatic, heavy, decisive monster poop. The monster plodded away, snorting and grumbling. Then silence. I began laughing giddily, terror overwhelmed by a five-year-old’s sense of hilarity. Meanwhile, Jimmy snored on.

I poked my head out of the tent. I just had to see our grizzly bear roommate. A large buck stood a few yards away, staring at me nonchalantly. No, no way, that couldn’t have been the monster. I swiveled my head towards the valley behind us, surveying the tall grasses swaying in the pink dawn sunlight, ensconced by majestic peaks and diminishing stars and the silver moon glimmering over Yellowstone.

Buffalo. Dozens of them, sleeping. Except one–a mutant mega-buffalo, if memory serves—stood like an angry living boulder twenty yards away. It stared at me icily while the rest of the herd still snoozed, nestled into their grassy beds. I surveyed our tent grounds. Sure enough, there was a buffalo-sized patch of dirt pawed into the grass right by where we’d raised our tent. Squatters, we were. We’d slept in a buffalo’s bedroom. And Jimmy was still sleeping, his snores roaring over the valley like a challenge to all creatures who would stand between him and his pillow.

I laughed even harder then, maniacally perhaps, until Jimmy stumbled from the tent, confirmed the monster’s identity, and said, “Told you to just go to sleep. Wuss.”

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 The Last Ancient                                             

He knows he should write the story. Maybe even kill the mythological creature hunting on Nantucket. A mysterious French alchemist and his best friend, a charming Greek hit man, tell him billions of dollars and lives are at stake if he doesn’t– not to mention the story of the century. Trouble is, he’s falling in love with it. And She doesn’t want him to write the story. She wants something else. Something only he can give.

While following a trail of ancient coins left at animal mutilations and murder scenes, Pulitzer-nominated reporter, Simon Stephenson is forced to piece together a diabolical conspiracy – and confront his family’s darkest secrets. Meanwhile, his tennis-champion fiancé is going Defcon One bridezilla, and a gorgeous TV reporter has her own intentions. Battling panic attacks and pursued by a host of nasty characters – from deadly alchemists and virulent beasts, to a sleazy rival reporter and a corrupt Sherriff – Simon faces a world where no one is what they seem. Especially not himself.

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Welcome Elizabeth Fountain to Goosebumps

I’m so pleased to welcome Champagne BURST! author Elizabeth Fountain to Goosebumps. She writes sci-fi and  fantasy, but, whatever the story, you get a glimpse of Elizabeth and you’re left with a smile. “Delilah’s Ghost” is no exception. I loved every word and bet readers will too.

Delilah’s Ghost

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhen my brother’s dog gave birth to five puppies, I asked for the only female. As the youngest child, and only five years old, I wasn’t certain whether my parents would let me keep any of Queenie’s pups. But they agreed relatively quickly; I think my mother secretly wanted to keep them all.

We named the pup Delilah. Why such a glamorous name for a small mutt of a dog? I don’t recall. A dark brown fur ball, Delilah’s appearance reflected the mix of her mother’s spaniel and her papa’s “unknown provenance,” shall we say. She quickly showed us her spirit, which lived up to her name: regal doggy smile on her sweet face, a ton of feminine spunk in her demeanor. As she aged, spunk sometimes became crankiness. A lifelong problem with hip dysplasia meant Delilah felt some pain or discomfort most of the time. Occasionally, she showed her impatience, but she was always as glamorous as her name.

House rules meant our dogs lived outdoors. They shared a comfy doghouse with beds of clean straw to keep them warm in winter. Delilah stayed furry, like a chow, adding to her coziness in our cold winters. I longed to be allowed to let her come to bed and sleep with me, to curl up with her chocolate-brown furry warmth in my arms.

Because of the good care our family dogs received, mostly due to my mother, they all lived long lives. Delilah was well into her teens when she died, while I was at college.

I cried.

Life went on.

And so did Delilah’s spirit. Her ghost followed me through moves, school, careers, other pets, marriage, and divorce. Out of the corner of my eye, I’d see a pile of brown fur, sweet brown eyes, that regal doggy grin. Delilah reminded me of Queen Victoria in her old age: the little dog moved as if she wore a crown, barked in the “royal we,” and expected deference from one and all, other dogs and humans. She also showed tremendous love and loyalty, in the way of all family dogs. Whenever I needed any of that – queenly energy, loving company – I’d see Delilah, hear her bark, wake up to the sensation of her warm self next to me, the way I’d always wanted as a kid. I hope she’ll haunt me always.

Delilah’s hip problems made her clumsy, at times. Just now, as I am finishing this story, I heard a noise.

A spoon fell on the kitchen floor, for no reason. There’s no one here but me.

Except – maybe, out of the very corner of my eye, I spy a mound of warm chocolate brown fur, a wagging tail, and a sweetly royal doggy smile.

Copyright 2013, by Elizabeth Fountain Used with permission.

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About Elizabeth

Elizabeth Fountain left a demanding job as a university administrator in Seattle to move to the small town of Ellensburg, Washington, and pursue her dream of writing novels.  Her first book, An Alien’s Guide to World Domination, was released by BURST Books in 2013; and You, Jane, her second novel, will be published in 2014. On her breaks from writing, Liz teaches university courses, spends time with family and friends, and takes long walks in the diabolical Kittitas Valley wind. Her quirkily humorous view of humanity is well suited to her tales of aliens and angels, love and death, friendship and dogs.

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An Alien’s Guide to World Domination  is a humorous science-fiction novel from BURST! Books (Champagne Book Group)

Louise Armstrong Holliday is the last person on Earth you’d expect to try to save the human race. But when she uncovers proof that her boss is an alien the color of lime Jell-O ™ gone horribly wrong, and is at the center of a plot to destroy humanity, Louie decides to do exactly that. She begins a journey from her company’s suburban Seattle office park to the old cities and castles of Eastern Europe. Along the way, Louie is attacked by flying books, overly-sensitive bat-crow monsters, and her own self-doubts. She must learn the truth about her closest friend, stand up to her boss, confront her oldest enemy, and make peace with her Aunt Emma, who annoys her in the way only true family can. She also has to rely on Buddy, the little blind mini-Schnauzer who saves her life twice – and really is from Mars.

An Alien’s Guide to World Domination is available from AMAZON Kindle and BURST! Books

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Release Day for Finding Eve & Shared Whispers

FindingEve-EBOOK 180x280Celebrating the release of Finding Eve (Lyons’ Tales #2), a shapeshifter paranormal from Champagne books. It’s a stand-alone sequel to Into the Lyons’ Den. When Eve observes Marie Maxwell—Atlanta’s most sought-after event planner—through the bars of her cage at an exotic animal sale, she has flashes of a different life – a life in which she was something other than feline.

 Can a feral cat ever return home? Nicholas Lyons, chief physician to the Lyons clan of shapeshifters, has mourned the death of his promised lifemate until a rogue shapeshifter reports having seen her at an exotic animal sale. Accompanied by Marie Lyons who is no stranger to the dark side, her new lifemate Anthony, and the imperious Lady Bat, he embarks on a frantic search for Eve through the dangerous world of exotic animal trafficking.
Eve, whose first memories are of recovering from an injury at an isolated animal refuge, has lived through a succession of owners in a world filled with cages and cruelty. When Eve meets Marie at the exotic animal sale, she begins to have flashes of a different life – a life in which she was something other than feline. Her last sale, however, has landed her as prey to exotic animal hunters and the clock is ticking.
Click cover or links to buy Finding Eve at Champagne Books or Amazon.

SharedWhispers-Ebook-180x280Shared Whispers shares Finding Eve’s release date. Shared Whispers is an anthology of short stories from an international group of fifteen authors who are published by Champagne. Whether romance, suspense, mystery, thrillers, paranormal, fantasy, or science fiction stories, romance is the common theme. My story, Nimue’s Daughter, is a contemporary Arthurian fantasy in which Merlin is called upon by the followers of the Old Ways to defeat the Armageddon that will destroy the world within the week.

Shared Whispers:  Champagne Books or Amazon.

Tomorrow, Excerpts.  Rita Bay

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Interviewed by One of The Fantasy Folk & Giveaway

the healer ecoverOriginalA few months ago, a group of Champagne Book Group authors from the Champagne/Carnal Passions/BURST imprints united to host author days at Coffee Time Romance and Love Romances Café. The group – a happy mix of fantasy authors with various gifts, talents and enthusiasm – clicked and decided to form a permanent blog focused on fantasy in all its forms. The webpage is called Worlds of the Imagination and the authors are The Fantasy Folk. I blog on Mondays on fantasy.

Occasionally, we visit among our individual blogs. Today, I’m visiting Dani Collins who is an RWA Golden Heart Finalist, a Romantic Times American Title Finalist, and the author of several books across genre. Check out Dani’s The Healer which is published by Champagne Books while you’re visiting.  I’ll explain my unique method of writing (some might call it bizarre) and answer some bio questions. Click Dani’s hot cover to read my interview and comment to enter the giveaway of The Aegis.


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