Friday, January 19, 2018

#FridayFeatures Celebrating Southern Magic Authors #Romance #MakingMagic


Author:  Joy Ross Davis

Title:  The Devereaux Jewel

Released:  November 9, 2017

Blurb:

Recently married Anna Devereaux has everything she could ever want--a beautiful home and a wonderful husband. But as Anna begins to settle into her new life, she discovers something sinister and downright terrifying. And when ghosts begin to speak to her, she questions her own sanity.
Unwilling to give into her fears, Anna delves into the history of the Devereaux Estate and discovers she alone has the power to set things right. But who will believe Anna when she is finding it hard to believe herself?

Excerpt:
September 1, 1882
Highland Rim, Tennessee


Dearest Aunt Violet,

 I am Anna, newly married for these six months to your nephew, Henry Devereaux, who in his most kind and gentle manner, suggested that I might write to you concerning certain household responsibilities of which I have little knowledge, being turned seventeen only two weeks ago. Henry would have written himself; however, at present, he is away with his business partners. His ventures with the railway system have proven beneficial. As a wedding gift, he presented me with the most beautiful gold necklace, stationed with pearls, rubies, sapphires, and a large emerald in the center. He calls it the Devereaux Jewel and tells me that it is a family heirloom and must be protected at all costs. I can assure you that I will guard it faithfully.
In his generosity, Henry has built quite a large home here in Highland Rim, on the Cumberland Plateau, of more than twenty rooms. He has furnished it lavishly and with such acumen that I marvel at his exquisite taste. On the far grounds, he has planted hundreds of apple, pear, fig, and plum trees for future harvest and business opportunities. He proves over and over what a brilliant man he is.
Again, it is at Henry’s suggestion that I write to you and ask for your help and guidance while he is away. You are his favorite aunt, and I understand that he is, as well, your favorite nephew. Please consider this letter a formal invitation to join me in Highland Rim. Having been raised in an orphanage, I fear that I lack the necessary skills to maintain this glorious home and to allow boarders to take rooms, as Henry has encouraged me to do. After all, he says, what could we possibly need with ten bedrooms?
It is my deepest hope that you will consider a lengthy Yuletide visit. Henry has named our home the Devereaux Estate since we have one hundred acres of property. And though the rim itself, Henry explained, is but a series of steep cliffs, he situated the house at such a distance away that the cliffs are no threat to safety.
Having never learned the fine arts of decorating, cookery and gardening, at which I understand you are quite skilled, I would be forever beholding to you should you agree to travel by railway from your home in Knoxville to ours in Highland Rim and to reside with me for as long as you wish.  
Most respectfully,
Anna (Mrs. Henry W.) Devereaux
Post script: It is not that I am afraid, you see. Henry has clarified  that the noises in the home at night are a result of the settling of the foundation and that it is only my youthful imagination that causes me to see and hear strange people conversing—sometimes arguing—on the back veranda. My Henry is a man of age and wisdom, experienced in all manner of the daily goings-on in a large house such as this one. He has expertly explained my frequent dalliances into the vivid and frightening world of my imagination. Still, your company would perhaps help to disincline me from such folly. 


Joy Ross Davis is a student of the lore and magic of the hills of Tennessee. She writes imaginative fiction featuring unusual angels as main characters. Her novel, Countenance, won a Silver Medal in an international reader's contest. She has lived and worked in Alabama for most of her life.

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Friday, January 12, 2018

#FridayFeatures Celebrating Southern Magic Authors #Romance #MakingMagic

Author:  Aidee Ladnier

Title:  Lawrence Frightengale Investigates

Released:  October 31, 2017

Blurb:

Television horror host Lawrence Frightengale and his leading lady, the glamorous drag performer Myrna Boy, find themselves racing against the clock when the theft of a classic car bound for the Out & About parade threatens to be a showstopper for Lawrence's career.




Excerpt:

1:25 PM
A perfect day for a parade….

“DARLING, you’re stealing my thunder,” Lawrence Frightengale murmured as he smiled, showing off his sharp canine inserts while dramatically bending his victim over his arm. The click of camera phones and DSLRs sliced through the conversation of the crowd in front of them.

Larry French was theatrically dapper in his Frightengale regalia, his dark hair slicked back from his widow’s peak, save for one perfect, nonchalant curl at his right temple. Makeup blanched his skin and darkened his eyes, creating an eerie quality belied by the ridiculous ebony cigarette holder protruding from his scarlet lips at a jaunty angle. The stylized makeup, combined with the slightly askew, pasted-on, pencil-thin moustache, gave him the look of a distant cousin of Basil Rathbone—if Basil’s cousin were a mildly effete vampire.

On his arm, the cabaret performer Myrna Boy, resplendent in a shimmering red evening gown, raised a tastefully gloved hand to shiny red lips in a mock scream and shook the blonde locks of her elegantly coiffed wig. Lawrence leered down into the mischievous blue eyes of his lover. Behind the glamorous ʼ40s Hollywood makeup of his alter ego Myrna, Nicholas Benson grinned back wickedly. Lawrence pulled Myrna upright, squeezing their bodies close before twirling her away.

“Sweetheart, your thunder is being stolen by this monstrosity of a car you insisted on borrowing for the parade.” Myrna laughed in a smooth contralto, leaned back against the side of the black Cadillac El Dorado convertible, and arched a perfectly drawn brow at him.

The poster set up beside the dancing pair showed Lawrence looming in his cravat and faux crushed-velvet smoking jacket, with the words:

See Lawrence Frightengale in person!
Come to the 16th annual Out & About parade,
the original celebration benefiting out gay youth!

Meet Lawrence Frightengale,
horrifying host of Channel 11’s Terror Time
(Friday nights at 11:00 p.m.—“Be there and be scared!”)

See the amazing Frightmobile!

“I had to beg Ellington to let me borrow this car,” Lawrence said, bowing to kiss the air above Myrna’s gloved fingers as the cameras flashed around them. “Did Max tell you it has a history? When the original Terror Time was canceled back in ʼ77 after Count Creepula retired, Ellington Senior gave the Cadillac to his son as a birthday gift. Channel 11 bought the Caddy for Creepula’s public appearances. It was featured in the series’ weekly promos around the same time Ellington the younger was getting his feet wet at his dad’s station as a production assistant, and he fell in love with it.” Lawrence reached past Myrna to rub a spot on the car’s side door, looking guilty when he caught her knowing smirk.

“Looks like you have a soft spot for the old girl too,” she said with a grin.

Lawrence slid his arms around Myrna’s waist and pressed his body against the manly frame hidden beneath her red satin dress before leaning close to gaze into her eyes. “You’re the only girl for me, Myrna.” The catcalls from their audience quirked his lips up in a grin, and he left a kiss on the long line of Myrna’s neck where, predictably, his lipstick smudged. Lawrence rubbed the light red imprint off with a thumb and an apologetic smile.

“Mr. Frightengale, can we get one of you next to the hood ornament?” someone called out from the crowd. Lawrence pulled himself out of Myrna’s arms, then walked to the front of the car to lounge next to the giant metallic black widow perched on the hood. He shuffled sideways to keep from obscuring the ornamental spider-web grille.

“Myrna! Sit on the hood next to him!” another voice screamed.

“No! There will be no sitting on the car!” Max McDowall strode in front of them, blocking the audience from the performers and the Cadillac. The authority in his voice was undermined by the yipping of the tiny short-trimmed Maltese nestled in his arms.




Aidee Ladnier, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, began writing at twelve years old but took a hiatus to be a magician's assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, fold origami, and send ping pong balls into space. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee's to write both romance and erotica with a little science fiction, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in
to add a zing.


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Friday, January 05, 2018

#FridayFeatures Celebrating Southern Magic Authors #Romance #MakingMagic

Author:  Nancee Cain

Title:  The Redemption of Emma Devine

Released:  October 1, 2017

Blurb:

After the upheaval of being dumped by his girlfriend, David Patterson leads a quiet life as a high school teacher in the small Southern town of Pine Bluff, Alabama. Soon to enroll in seminary, his dreams are within his grasp.

But a chance encounter with Emma Devine changes everything. She’s on the run, desperate, and surviving by any means possible. His pastor’s heart longs to help her—and the rest of him is rather intrigued as well.

His random act of kindness brings them together, but Emma makes an unfathomable decision—one that threatens to destroy two lives, though her intention is to save one.


Four years later, Emma returns, seeking redemption. But can David—whose dreams took a very different course after their last meeting—forgive her and risk losing everything?



Excerpt:

She found herself staring at David’s lips. They were perfect—not too thin, not too full, and always smiling, like now. She liked the scruff on his face and wondered what it would feel like against her neck. And he smelled good, too—a soft aftershave that wasn’t too overpowering and clean laundry detergent. Not cheap men’s cologne, body odor, and sweat. Not stale beer and rotten teeth. Not what she was used to.

Without thinking, Emma reached over and cupped his cheek. She ran her thumb across his bottom lip. He sat still, watching her face. His pupils dilated, and his breathing hitched. Leaning forward, she closed her eyes and brought her lips to his. Marveling at their warmth, she was pleasantly surprised when David shifted, drawing her closer. She didn’t kiss many men. They usually weren’t interested in the niceties of foreplay.

His hand raked through her hair as his lips parted and moved against hers. She deepened the kiss, and her tongue darted in his mouth, exploring, running along his teeth. When she moved her hands to his neck, running her fingers through his dark waves, a jolt of longing snaked down her body into the pit of her stomach.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt something for a man. The only other man she’d ever cared for had died a world away, more than seven months ago... David moved his lips to trail kisses across her jaw. He murmured her name softly in her ear, his warm breath and beard tickling her neck.

Emma pulled away, her world spinning like a bad acid trip. She covered her hot cheeks, shocked. That kiss had moved her more than she cared to admit. Even her toes had curled.

“Wow. You don’t kiss like a preacher.” Was that really my voice—all breathy and soft?

“Kissed many, have you?” His dark eyes crinkled with amusement.

“Not that I’m aware of, but you never know. Kissed many hookers?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” His grin widened, and he laughed. “Probably not.”


Nancee Cain spends her nights writing paranormal and contemporary romances with a serrated edge. Her husband swears her To-Be-Read list on her e-read qualifies her as a certifiable book hoarder. Always looking to try something new, she dreams of being an extra in a Bollywood film or a tattoo artist. (Her lack of rhythm and artistic ability may put a damper on both of these dreams.)
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