Autumn Countdown Blitz Day 11

Arabella Sheraton grew up on a diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and many other writers of that period. From Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, Arabella has found both enjoyment and inspiration in sparkling, witty Regency novels. She also loves history and generally finds the past more fascinating than the future. Arabella wrote her first Regency romance to entertain her aged mom who loved the genre. Arabella is honoured to share the adventures of her heroes and heroines with readers.

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A sparkling traditional Regency romance to enchant fans.

When the young and handsome Earl of Pennington discovers the inheritance from his great-uncle depends on him marrying at midnight on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, he is irate. Marriage is not part of his plan to save his impoverished estates. He crosses paths unexpectedly with the beautiful Roxanne Chesney, who is fleeing from her abusive husband. 

He offers her a contract: marriage for six months to help him fulfil the conditions of his great-uncle’s will, enabling him secure his inheritance. In return he will pay her a small fortune. 

Can Roxanne resist this offer? What about the revolting Edgar Doyle who forced her into a loveless marriage that has not been consummated? Roxanne has escaped Edgar’s clutches, but she wonders how long she will manage to evade him. The earl’s contract has no strings attached. The offer is irresistible except for the fact that Roxanne is already married!

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The candlelight cast a soft glow in the room and imbued the bride with an ethereal radiance. Mr. Lobb had a faint sense that the proceedings were slightly irregular. He could not remember anyone performing a marriage ceremony at midnight before. It smacked of the exotic, something he had never been encouraged to consider. However, the appearance of Roxanne, a vision in ivory silk and lace rendered, the scene romantic rather than sinister.

Mr. Lobb was even more agitated than ever since brides in the village were never as beautiful as the dream of loveliness that Roxanne presented. He gulped several times, and his large Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he found himself temporarily speechless. Roxanne shook hands with him, and he gasped and wheezed before managing a strangled “Good evening.” The worldly thought that the Earl of Pennington was to be envied in his choice of

bride sneaked into the back of his mind, and he uttered a small sigh of rapture. Mrs. Dawson and Gregson attended in the capacity of witnesses. Rufus had been banished to the stables, but the howling that emitted from behind the doors was so awful that Julian had relented at last on the condition of good behaviour. The hound lay in front of the fire, his nose on his paws, behaving impeccably.

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Jace lives in Arizona with my family, wife and five kids and a little dog. He writes fiction, thrillers and soft sci-fi with a little short horror on the side. He holds an MBA and work sin finance for a biotechnology firm.

Jace volunteers with the Boy Scouts, plays and writes music, and enjoys everything outdoors. He's also a novice photographer.

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Spend an afternoon antiquing and it’s not hard to figure out why picking has become one of America’s fondest pastimes. It’s treasure hunting while connecting with history. But what if those treasures hunt us back?

From old books, to vinyl records, antique mirrors, vintage figurines, or a Bob’s Big Boy piggy bank, curses have no limits.

Featuring stories from D.J. Butler, Joy Auburn, Martin L. Shoemaker, Jessica Guernsey, John D. Payne, Jen Bair, Karen Pellett, Steve Ruskin, Tanya Hales, Lauren Lang, Frank Morin, Mike Jack Stoumbous, Kelly Lynn Colby, Jace Killan, Jo Schneider, Gama Ray Martinez, Martin Greening, Chris Abela, A.J. Mayall, Heidi A. Wilde, Shannon Fox, Lauryn Christopher, and Mark Leslie Lefebvre.

All proceeds of this book go to the Don Hodge Scholarship Fund for writers

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Betty fought back the rage. After all she’d gone through. After all she’d suffered and waited. This wasn’t hell. This was heaven. They were together. That’s what heaven meant, right? To be with those you love? Forever?

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Marni Graff writes two award-winning mystery series: The Nora Tierney English Mysteries and The Trudy Genova Manhattan Mysteries. She teaches writing workshops and mentors the Writers Read program, and is Managing Editor of Bridle Path Press. 

Graff also writes the crime review blog Auntie M Writes, www.auntiemwrites.com.

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Nurse Trudy Genova is making plans to take her relationship to NYPD detective Ned O'Malley to the next level, when she lands a gig as medical consultant on a film shoot at the famed Dakota apartment building in Manhattan, which John Lennon once called home. Then star Monica Kiley goes missing, a cast member turns up dead, and it appears Trudy might be next. Meanwhile Ned tackles a mysterious murder case in which the victim is burned beyond recognition. When his investigations lead him back to the Dakota, Trudy finds herself wondering: how can she fall in love if she can't even survive?

Readers of Death Unscripted, the first book in the Trudy Genova Manhattan Mystery series, will find the same pleasures in this sequel: fast pacing, engaging characters, twists and turns on the way to a satisfying close. From the award-winning author of The Nora Tierney English Mysteries, this second series is a winner. Once again M.K. Graff reveals her talents in crafting this delightful mix of amateur sleuth and police procedural.

Part procedural, part cozy, Death at the Dakota is a well-crafted and highly entertaining mystery.- Bruce Robert Coffin, #1 bestselling author of the Detective Byron mysteries.  

I fell in love -- not only with co-protagonists, Trudy and Ned, the richly detailed and historic setting of The Dakota, and the unique cast of characters, but with the unusual plot of Death at the Dakota. Sherry Harris, Agatha Award nominated author of the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mysteries

  
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Brrerrdidididididitt. Brrerrdidididididdiitt. The noise of a jackhammer filled the spacious room.

“CUT!” a voice yelled.

Actress Monica Kelly let the curtain drop along with her Jinx persona and crossed her arms in frustration.

I caught my best friend Meg Pitman’s eye and we held our breath, waiting for an outburst from the director.

Phin Hill-Yorke stomped out from behind the camera and over to the window, gangly arms and legs flying, frizzy short hair stuck up around her head as though she’d had a recent encounter with an electrical socket. “Meg!”

Poor Meg, off to the rescue.

My name is Trudy Genova, RN, and I’m fortunate to have one of the best jobs a nurse could have. I’m a medical consultant to one of New York City’s major television studios, the Passion Broadcasting Junction. PBJ had decided to branch out into television films, adding to their roster of talk, news programs, and Internet soap operas.

Meg had her first position as Production Assistant on this movie, and the British director on loan from the BBC had given her a battering at times all through the shoot. Not that the rowdy woman singled out Meg—Phin embodied an equal opportunity harasser in a mostly good-natured sort of way.

“Get your arse down there and sort those wankers out. They were supposed to hold off on that pavement ‘til next week. Bring that form from the chancellor’s office with you.” Phin yelled above the noise that continued, patting her pockets for a cigarette. “Please,” she added as an afterthought.

Meg hurried off with a wave in my direction, silky blonde hair flying.

“It’s the mayor’s office here, Phin.” China Barrett corrected Phin from her perch next to me, out of camera range. Phin’s assistant and I exchanged tiny smiles, co-conspirators for the past six weeks in the filming of this television movie close to wrapping.

“I don’t care if he’s the Prime Minister, that racket must stop.” Phin consulted her watch. “Loo breaks all around while we sort this out, boys and girls.”

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Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. 

Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood. He also has a passion for caving, urban archeology, taking pictures of clouds, and architecture. He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife, and their four dogs.

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Three books in one:

The Dead Held Hands

The Machine

The Temple of the Exploding Head

Starfarers and explorers, the League settled on Kana thousands of years ago. They found it to be a paradise, a perfect, virtually uninhabited planet waiting just for them in the cradle of space.

Lovely Kana … it was too good to be true …

But, all was not as it seemed. Simmering beneath the ground was a demented god who had soaked Kana in blood for untold ages, luring in victims, lying to them, and rejoicing in their suffering as they died at the hands of his dark angels.

And there will be blood again … From his Temple in the ground, the Horned God stirs.

When Lord Kabyl of Blanchefort, a young man troubled by the weight of the world, dares give his heart to a girl from a mysterious ancient household, one that pre-dates the League itself, he comes to know the shadows of the past that hover over her.

He comes to know of the Horned God, and for love he is destined to face him. All roads lead to the Temple of the Exploding Head, a place of evil and death, rooted in the ancient past, but also tied to the distant future.

“We were evil once,” she said, “and the gods are still punishing us…”

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She began having visions when she was five years old. All of her kind had visions, and hers were especially vivid. She could see the future, and she didn’t want to. Many of her family saw their deaths in their visions, at the hands of the demons, and they crumpled up in sadness and waited for it to happen—waited for the end to come. She watched one of her brothers waste away in such a state. She went to her grandmother and pleaded

“Why, why does this have to be?”

And her grandmother calmed her as only she could and said: “Nothing has to be. Nothing is indelibly etched. If you see bad future, or you see a darkness coming, then make it better. Keep your head clear and fight for what you want, as I have done. How do you think I’ve lasted so long?”

Her aunts and uncles didn’t like that sort of talk. What sort of thing was that to tell a child? Filling her head with dreams and impossibilities. Their motto was simpler and much more stark: Live your life while you can and hope for the best, and, when the end comes, let your head swarm and take you to places where there is no pain and sadness, where the demons can’t hurt you.

As if such a place could exist.  

–Lady Sammidoran learning the brutality of the world.

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Born and raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project. She has participated in National Novel Writer's Month every November since 2010. Writing isn't the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband, four wonderful daughters, and two crazy dogs.

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Gina’s plan for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea.

Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife... love is death.

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My vision blurred as I leaned my head against my stone. I fought the feeling, but there wasn't much I could do, so I slipped into a dream. Ghosts rarely slept, but when we needed to, there was no stopping it.

I drew in a long, deep breath.

I was alive again as I dreamed.

I could feel the seatbelt chafing my shoulder, the cracked leather on the armrest digging into my elbow. I could barely keep my eyes open. Streetlights flashed through my closed lids as we drove down the road.

It was three in the morning. The party at Micah's house had lasted all night, and my boyfriend, Caden, and I had stayed up late the night before, studying for finals.

"Did you have fun?" I asked Caden absently, eyes still closed. He didn't answer, but I didn't think anything of it. I'd almost drifted back to sleep when I heard the horn blaring.

My eyes flew open to the glare of headlights aimed straight through the passenger-side window.

"Caden!"

The dream turned to slow motion as that pair of headlights crashed through my window. Pain like none I'd ever felt before ripped through me. The noise rose to a crescendo, and I could feel. I felt myself being torn apart, my soul wrenched from my body.

There was no question in my mind. No doubt about whether or not I was dead. I walked to a rock that sat in front of a nearby driveway and hugged my knees. I scanned the quiet streets, waiting for some sort of light or understanding. Waiting for heaven. Heaven never came, and it didn't take long for me to realize that the afterlife was nothing more than hell on Earth.

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