Friday, May 26, 2017


                   FOUR WHITE ROSES - $4.99

Can a wily old ghost help
two fractured souls find love again?
When widower Rich Redman returns to Pennsylvania with his young daughter to sell his deceased grandmother’s house, he discovers Grandmother Gertie’s final request was for him to find a missing relative and a stash of WWI jewels.

Torrie Larson, single mom, is trying to make her landscape center and flower arranging business succeed while attempting to save the lineage of a rare white rose brought from Austria in the 1900s.

Together, the rich Texas lawyer and poor landscape owner team up to rescue the last rose and fulfill a dead woman’s wishes. But in their search to discover answers to the mysteries plaguing them, will Rich and Torrie also discover love in each other’s arms? Or will a meddling ghost, a pompous banker, and an elusive stray cat get in their way?
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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

MEET THE AUTHOR: Diane Burton - The Case of the Meddling Mama

Please welcome Detroit-area author Diane Burton with her novel, The Case of the Meddling Mama, the third book in her "An Alex O'Hara Novel" series. She writes mysteries, science fiction romance, and romantic suspense. With a love for comedy, she always includes some humor in her stories along with the suspense. When she wants to relax, she likes to watch movies—romantic comedy, action/adventure, and science fiction—but without the creepy aliens!

Often people ask authors where do you start when writing? 
In her own words, Diane explains:  
 “An idea pops in my head, usually right before I fall asleep—a scene that comes out of nowhere. Or when I’m in a difficult spot in my work-in-progress. It’s so much more fun to write something new, fresh, exciting than a story that is giving me fits. So I don’t forget this powerful image, I’ll open a new file and write. Just for a few minutes. Then, I return to my WIP. When I’m ready to start a new project, I have plenty of ideas to choose from.”

I’m not a plotter. I like taking the idea and running with it. In my mind, I know where the story will go, a couple of key scenes, and the conclusion. Since the idea is fluid, and the characters have minds of their own (LOL), the story may change as I write. When I need info, I research on the fly. Too many times, though, the topic has interesting-sounding side links. Clicking on them is so easy, and before I know it, I forget that I should be writing instead of researching.

In The Case of the Meddling Mama, a secondary character thinks his buddy is involved with drugs. Since I know little about street drugs (just what I hear on TV and read in the newspaper), I hit several sites on drugs. I found it scary that messages kept popping up with offers of help for drug addiction. Though I amassed a tremendous amount of material, I could only use about ten percent, if that, and had to find places in the story where I could add that information without making it read like an info drop.

Here’s an excerpt that demonstrates what I mean. Alex is having dinner with friends. The husband is a teacher at the local high school.

“I have a question, Steve. It’s about drugs at the high school.”
For a moment, he looked startled, then his countenance turned dark. “You’d think in a small town like this we could keep out drugs and the dealers.” He cocked his head. “Have you heard something?”
Not wanting to betray Todd’s confidence, I hedged. “Just what was in the paper about the girl dying of an overdose.”
“Yeah, that was bad. The parents are in denial, of course. Considering what I know of Julie, I think it was accidental. She might have flirted with the drug then discovered the hard way she couldn’t tolerate it.” He shrugged. “When will kids realize they aren’t danger-proof?”
Laraine leaned over and patted his arm. “Weren’t we like that back then? Nothing could hurt us. We were invincible.”
“Is this some new kind of drug?” I asked.
“We’re seeing an increase in opioid addiction,” Steve said. “A parent, or grandparent, is prescribed an opioid for pain, and the kid sneaks a couple just to try it out. Likes the feeling and wants more. When that isn’t enough, they look for a dealer.”
Laraine looked at me earnestly. “My dad says something new is being sent to kids via the mail.” Being Far Haven’s police chief, her dad would know. “It was on the news a while back. It’s stronger than heroin and more deadly.”
“Pink.” Steve heaved a sigh. “We hope to God it doesn’t come here.”
“How do you stop this drug invasion?” I asked.
“Invasion. Good description.” Steve shook his head. “We help the kids with counseling, recommend rehab for them to the parents, and try to find the dealer. But if kids won’t give him or her up . . . our hands are tied.”

Once again, Alex O’Hara is up to her ears in mysteries. After surviving an attempted murder, all she wants is R&R time with Nick Palzetti. But his mother leaving his father (“that horse’s patoot”) and moving in with Alex puts a crimp in their plans. Then Nick leaves on assignment, and the teen she rescued from an abusive father believes his buddy is doing drugs. Meanwhile, Alex has two easy cases to take her mind off her shaky relationship with Nick—a philandering husband and a background check on a client’s boyfriend. Piece of cake.
The Case of the Meddling Mama: An Alex O’Hara Novel is available at:

                                                            Author Bio:
Diane Burton combines her love of mystery, adventure, science fiction and romance into writing romantic fiction. Besides the science fiction romance Switched and Outer Rim series, she is the author of One Red Shoe, a romantic suspense, and the Alex O’Hara PI mystery series. Diane and her husband live in West Michigan. They have two children and three grandchildren.

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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

MEET THE AUTHOR: Maureen Bonatch - "Destiny Calling"

I'm happy to introduce a fellow Pennsylvania author, Maureen Bonatch, who hails from a small town in Western Pennsylvania. She writes humorous paranormal romance and fantasy. When not pounding the computer keys, Maureen likes to relax by watching a movie...or yes, writing!

What is her favorite time of the day for writing? In her own words.....
"My favorite time of the day for writing is before the day officially begins. The time between night and dawn when I can quietly consider the mysteries of the night while capturing the hope of a new day. The paranormal and the possibilities of the extraordinary are more certain when I can almost tap into dreams as the world peacefully slumbers."

When the woman who raised Hope is murdered by something not human, Hope loses the only family she knows and discovers one she might wish she never met. With a touch that can make the desperate hopeful, Hope is the answer. The only question is if she can deal with sibling rivalry, accept that entities feeding off despair exist, and determine if Griffith is the man of her dreams, or not at all what he seems. 

I strained to release my arm from Griffith’s vise-like grip while scanning the surrounding trees, trying to determine which was less of a threat, the beast of a man holding me or those who might be waiting for me in the woods.
“You will come inside, now.” Griffith spoke slowly and deliberately as if I were a small child.
I batted at the hand Griffith placed on my head. “I’m not a puppy, quit petting me.”
“I will protect you.” Griffith’s warm breath caressed my ear. “If for no other reason, to find out what I’m giving up and why she wants you so badly.”
I inhaled his masculine scent, like musky earth. It washed over my face, and the tension in my jaw released. I stopped struggling. “Are you the devil?” My tongue was thick and heavy so the words came out slurred.
“Not even close.” His words soothed and comforted, like having a weighted blanket cocoon me. Each movement was an effort. It wasn’t the same as the thing in the woods. This was more like the feeling after a long massage or bubble bath.
“It’s not safe.” Griffith wrapped his arms around me, and I rested against his broad chest.
“It’s not safe.” I nodded. My muscles relaxed and my eyelids grew heavy.
“It’s cold. We’re going inside.” Griffith kept his arm supporting me as he steered me toward the house.
“We’re going inside.” I parroted and walked up the steps, leaning heavily on him.
Out of the corner of my eye, something was cautiously moving at the edge of the woods. Branches snapped as whatever was observing us crept closer. 

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Maureen Bonatch grew up in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons—hockey, biking, sweat pants and hibernation—keeps her there. While immersed in writing or reading paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music, and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line.