Thursday, December 8, 2016

A Spotlight on "The Semper Sonnet," by Seth Margolis

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The Semper Sonnet
by Seth Margolis

Publication Date: April 19, 2016
Diverson Publishing
eBook & Paperback; 374 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction/Mystery/Thriller

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In this stunning thrill ride, perfect for fans of Dan Brown and Steve Berry, a long-lost manuscript, written for Elizabeth I, holds the key to unlocking the past—and to eliminating the future.

Lee Nicholson is ready to take the academic world by storm, having discovered a sonnet she believes was written by William Shakespeare. When she reads the poem on the air, the words put her life in peril and trigger a violent chase, with stakes that reach far beyond the cloistered walls of academia.

Buried in the language of the sonnet, in its allusions and wordplay, are secrets that have been hidden since Elizabethan times, secrets known only to the queen and her trusted doctor, but guessed at by men who seek the crown and others who seek the world. If the riddles are solved, it could explode what the world knows of the great Elizabeth I. And it could release a pandemic more deadly than the world has ever imagined.

Lee’s quest for the answers buried in the sonnet keeps her one step ahead of an international hunt—from the police who want her for murder, to a group of men who will stop at nothing to end her quest, to a madman who pursues the answers for destructive reasons of his own.

As this intelligent thriller moves back and forth between Tudor England and the present day, Lee begins to piece together the meaning behind Shakespeare’s words, carrying the story to its gasp-out-loud conclusion.

"Imaginative plotting and depth of character distinguish this centuries-spanning thriller..."Publishers Weekly

The Semper Sonnet is a wildly imaginative thriller that fans of Dan Brown and Steve Berry will love."—Phillip Margolin, New York Times bestselling author

“This provocative and knuckle-biting thriller will have you on the edge of your seat as it careens through the hallowed halls of academia into the turbulent past. Hold tight to your farthingales: this is a roller-coaster ride of a book!”—C.W. Gortner, international bestselling author of The Last Queen

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About the Author

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Seth Margolis is a writer whose most recent novel, THE SEMPER SONNET, was published on April 19. He is the author of six earlier novels, including LOSING ISAIAH, which was made into a film starring Halle Berry and Jessica Lange.

Seth lives with his wife, Carole, in New York City. They have two grown children, Maggie and Jack. Seth received a BA in English from the University of Rochester and an MBA in marketing from New York University’s Stern School of Business Administration. When not writing fiction, he is a branding consultant for a wide range of companies, primarily in the financial services, technology and pharmaceutical industries. He has written articles for the New York Times and other publications on travel and entertainment.

For more information, please visit Seth Margolis' website. You can also find him on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.


Blog Tour Schedule


Thursday, December 1
Blog Tour Kick Off at Passages to the Past

Friday, December 2
Spotlight at The Never-Ending Book

Saturday, December 3
Review at Ageless Pages Reviews

Monday, December 5
Review at A Bookaholic Swede

Tuesday, December 6
Review at Jorie Loves a Story
Spotlight at The Lit Bitch

Wednesday, December 7
Review at Kinx's Book Nook
Spotlight at What Is That Book About

Thursday, December 8
Interview at Author Dianne Ascroft's Blog
Spotlight at Susan Heim on Writing

Friday, December 9
Review at Trisha Jenn Reads

Monday, December 12
Review at 100 Pages a Day
Review at Queen of All She Reads

Wednesday, December 14
Review at JulzReads

Thursday, December 15
Guest Post at JulzReads

Friday, December 16
Spotlight at Books, Dreams, Life

Monday, December 19
Review at Beth's Book Nook Blog

Wednesday, December 21
Spotlight at A Literary Vacation

Tuesday, December 27
Review at History From a Woman's Perspective

Wednesday, December 28
Review at CelticLady's Reviews

Thursday, December 29
Review at Svetlana's Reads and Views

Friday, December 30
Review at Broken Teepee

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Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Spotlight: "The Mists of Time," by Susan Squires


Paranormal Romance
Date Published: Originally August 31, 2010, New release Nov. 21st

Divided by Centuries

Diana Dearborn knows all about romance, at least in the books she writes. But passion eludes her in real life—until she’s offered the chance to travel back in time to Camelot. The world of King Arthur and Guinevere is nothing like she pictured, and neither is the knight she encounters upon her return to San Francisco: Gawain, the hero of her current project. He’s complicated, mysterious, and sexier than anything her imagination could conjure. And he’s been waiting for her…

Entwined by Desire

Now, joined together in a desperate race, Diana and Gawain must prevent an ancient, evil force from wreaking mayhem in the all-too-real present. Diana must learn to trust Gawain, even while she encounters secrets about her own past. But even if their mission succeeds, does Diana’s destiny lie with this man from another time—and will their love alter history forever?

Purchase Links
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Kindle: https://amzn.com/B01M5JL9I2


About the Author:
Susan Squires grew up among the giant redwoods of California. She thought she was being practical by changing her major in college from theater to English literature. Immersed in a PhD. program, she slowly realized that none of her graduating friends had work. So she dropped out after receiving a master’s degree to take an paying job in the business world.

As an executive in a Fortune 500 company, she returned to her love of writing while continuing to hold her day job, much to the amusement of her fellow executives. Her novel, Danegeld, had already been purchased by Dorchester by the time she accepted a Golden Heart for Best Unpublished Paranormal Manuscript from Romance Writers of America. It was the first of an eclectic group of historical and contemporary paranormal stories known for their intensity. Body Electric was named by Publishers Weekly as one of the ten most influential paperbacks of 2002 for blending romance and science-fiction. Book List compared No More Lies to the works of Robin Cook and Michael Crichton, but it was also a Rita finalist for Best Published Paranormal Romance by Romance Writers of America.

Susan’s Companion Series for St. Martin’s Press continued to garner attention with admiring reviews and several visits to the New York Times Bestseller List. Publishers Weekly named One with the Shadows a Best Book of the Year, and several of the series received starred reviews. Her books have won the many regional contests for published works of paranormal romantic fiction.

Susan no longer has to use tales of romance and adventure to escape budgets and projects. She finally left her day job, and researches and writes her books at the beach in Southern California, supported by three Belgian Sheepdogs and a wonderful husband named Harry, who writes occult mysteries as H.R. Knight

Contact Links
Website: http://www.susansquires.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSusanSquires/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/susansquires
Blog: http://susansquires.com/blog/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/164485.Susan_Squires?from_search=true



Sunday, December 4, 2016

Winners in November 2016

One Summer with Autumn, by Julie Reece


Congratulations to the winner: Mai T.!

Avelynn, by Marissa Campbell (eBook) or $25 Amazon Gift Card


Congratulations to the winners: Jolanda L., Thomas M., Dawn  M., Brandino B., David K., and Enrique H.!

Flames of Nevyana, by Edward Willett (Print & eBooks)


Congratulations to the winners: James C., Meredith M., Caitlin M., Jennifer H., Viki S., Diane E., and Nora-Adrienne!

Love in an Elevator Book Blast: $50 Amazon Gift Card or PayPal Cash


Congratulations to the winner: Jackie V.!

Month9Books Birthday Bash & Giant Giveaway (Print & eBooks)


Congratulations to the winners: Brooke B., Emily W., Robert G., Ashley M., Agustina Z., Janet L., Julia, Nadine F., Alisha S., Esperanza G., Veronica V., John S., Susan S., Catherine, and Tammy V.!

Coffee, Tea or Me Book Blast: $100 Amazon Gift Card or PayPal Cash


Congratulations to the winner: James R.!

Month9Books Halloween Spooktacular & Giveaway (Print & eBooks)


Congratulations to the winners: Janice C., Jennifer L., Nadine F., Caitlin M., and Tina F.!

Rachel Book Blast: $50 Amazon Gift Card or PayPal Cash


Congratulations to the winner: Irma J.!

The Paranormal Bar & Grille Book Tour: $30 Amazon Gift Card


Congratulations to the winner: KateS!

Song & Shadow Book Blast: $50 Amazon Gift Card or PayPal Cash


Congratulations to the winner: Angela S.!

Genesis Girl (eBook) & Damaged Goods (eGalley), by Jennifer Bardsley


Congratulations to the winners: Meredith M., Christie K., and Natasha D.!

Unfading Lands Book Blast: $20 Amazon Gift Card


Congratulations to the winner: Ashley C.!

Soulmated, by Shaila Patel (eGalley)


Congratulations to the winners: Amy G., Patricia W., and Margaret A.!

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Books That Need More Attention Hop: Enter to Win Three Paperback Novels by Sarah E. Ladd!

Welcome to the Books That Need More Attention Hop hosted by Stuck in Books! The theme of this hop is books that don't get the attention they should because they are awesome. After entering my giveaway below, be sure to check out the linky at the bottom of this post for the opportunity to enter more giveaways!

One of my favorite genres is historical fiction, and one of my favorite authors in that genre is Sarah E. Ladd. So, if you haven’t discovered her yet, you’re in for a treat! I will send one lucky winner her newest book (in paperback):

Dawn at Emberwilde
Isabel Creston never dared to dream that love could be hers. Now, at the edge of a forest filled with dark secrets, she faces a fateful choice between love and duty.

For as long as she can remember, beautiful and free-spirited Isabel has strained against the rules and rigidity of the Fellsworth School in the rolling English countryside. No longer a student, Isabel set her sights on a steady role as a teacher at the school, a safe yet stifling establishment that would enable her to care for her younger sister Lizzie, who was left in her care after her father's death.

The unexpected arrival of a stranger with news of unknown relatives turns Isabel's small, predictable world upside down, sweeping her and her young charge into a labyrinth of intrigue and hidden motives.

At her new family's invitation, Isabel and Lizzie relocate to Emberwilde, a sprawling estate adjacent to a vast, mysterious wood rife with rumors and ominous folklore -- along with whispers of something far more sinister. Perhaps even more startling, two handsome men begin pursuing Isabel, forcing her to learn the delicate dance between attraction, the intricate rules of courtship, and the hopes of her heart.

At Emberwilde, Isabel will discover that the key to unlocking the mystery of her past may also open the door to her future and security. But first she must find it -- in the depths of Emberwilde Forest.

Plus, I will throw in two (used) paperback copies of:

The Headmistress of Rosemere


The Heiress of Winterwood


So, that’s three paperbacks by Sarah E. Ladd for one lucky U.S. winner ~ a $48 value! Enter through the Rafflecopter form below. This giveaway ends at 11:59 PM EST on December 16, 2016.
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Now hop around to the other blogs participating in this hop for the opportunity to win more great books!



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Friday, December 2, 2016

Announcing Book of the Month's December Selections and Promotions!

The December Book of the Month selections are here! Abbi Jacobson, comedian and star of the hilarious hit series Broad City, is the featured Guest Judge this month. Her selection is the novel, Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? by Kathleen Collins.


Following are the full list of December selections from Book of the Month!
Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? By Kathleen Collins - Guest Judge Abbi Jacobson
The Sun Is Also a Star By Nicola Yoon
You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott
Pull Me Under By Kelly Luce
Swimming Lessons By Claire Fuller

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: "Of the Trees," by E.M. Fitch


Today, E.M. Fitch and Month9Books are revealing the cover and first chapter for OF THE TREES, which releases February 28, 2017! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to be one of the first readers to receive a eGalley!!

A quick note from the author:

Of the Trees is a story about friendship, but the idea came to me in a graveyard—a favorite little haunt of mine, actually. What that says about me? I’m sure you have your own ideas. I can tell you that I’m a girl who loves a good scare, adores Halloween, finds entertainment in all things spooky, and has developed a pretty wicked sense of questionable humor. My stories reflect this. My own hometown ghost legend is weaved into this novel; it’s a tale that intrigued me as a teen, and continues to call to me now. I wrote large portions of this book parked alongside the inspiring little cemetery, in fact.

Although friendships and haunted places are the forces that brought this story into being, what grew from there was a tale of creatures in the night; men whose features slip and twist; best friends who get ripped apart; and a heavy helping of some of my favorite Irish legends, the old tales of the Fae. A particular influence for Of the Trees is the poem, "The Stolen Child" by W.B. Yeats. For just that reason, a verse from this poem is the first thing you’ll see when you flip open the cover.

Of the Trees is for anyone who loves best friends who argue (but love each other anyway), dark tales, creatures who go bump in the night, and stories to make you question those little whispers of wind you hear from the forest. I so hope you’ll join me in exploring just who—or what—is watching from the woods.

On to the reveal! 


Title: OF THE TREES
Author: E.M. Fitch
Pub. Date: February 28, 2017
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 345
Find it: Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | TBD

Only she can hear the deadly whisper of the trees.

High school seniors, Cassie and Laney, spend their days on ghost hunts, Laney trying to pull Cassie into belief. Cassie tolerates it for her best friend, but she doesn't really believe … until the carnival comes to town.

The men who work there watch the girls, disturbing Cassie with the intensity of their collective gaze. Laney becomes fascinated with the older men, a curiosity Cassie knows is dangerous.

It's not just their age or the unnerving way they stare. There is something else, something in the shifting of their skin, the way their features seem to change fluid in the shadows, that screams danger.

Cassie tries to ignore the uneasy feeling that something bad is about to happen, convinced that once the carnival leaves, life will return to normal.

But it doesn't.

People start dying and bloody warnings appear around town.

Soon, Cassie enters into a nightmare where the trees whisper "join us" and strange, seemingly familiar, shape-shifting men haunt the backwoods of her small, isolated town.

The police don't believe Cassie and no one else admits to hearing the whispers of the forest. No one, except Laney.

When Laney goes missing, Cassie knows it's the men of the forest who have taken her. She knows that she's the only one who can help bring her friend back. But the creatures that taunt and hiss through the trees aren't ready to give Laney up just yet.



Excerpt




Chapter One




The deeper into the woods Cassie went, the more her best friend resembled a fairy-tale creature. Laney walked in front of her, the backpack she wore bulged out in the limited moonlight, and she looked, for the moment, like the grotesque silhouette of a skinny hunchback, her long hair swinging dark and loose past her shoulders. The friends shifted together through the trees, knowing the destination by heart.




The woods came alive at night. The lack of light drew things out, or perhaps it was only that the blackness accentuated the sounds. Claws scraped the dirt. Dry leaves flipped over. The mating calls of crickets and tree frogs echoed and pinged through the trees. Wings rustled through the air, followed by the inevitable swoop of a low flying creature. All barely noticeable in the day time, they screamed at night.




Nervous flutters took residence in Cassie’s gut. It was probably the darkness—the shadows—that hid the sources of the sounds. It made the animals braver, less apt to be seen, less prone to being caught. Bolder. The noises surrounded her, and it was possible that the feeling of being enclosed was what set her nerves on edge. She had walked through these woods at night before though. Tonight something else was bothering her, something undefinable.




The moon hung above the tree line, only half full. The luminescence struggled to push its way through the leaves that still clung to the trees, stamping wavering patches of silver on the forest floor. The moonlight was just enough, dim as it was, to allow Cassie to see the rocks and bramble, avoid the prickers, and step over the low hanging branches.




The girls’ intrusion into this place—the world of owls and bats and night creatures—was commonplace by now. The path they traveled had been stomped through so many times that the ferns stopped trying to grow back. A bare line through the trees, recognizable only to them, stretched from Cassie's backyard to their destination.




Still, Cassie hated coming at night.




But, it was Laney's birthday, September the fifth. She turned seventeen, and she had insisted.




"She only comes at night! I'm sure of it," Laney had whined, begging her friend to come with her.




"Because a ghost cares if it's day or night?" Cassie had shot back.




"You know why!" Laney said with a little stomp of her foot that got Cassie to sigh in resignation.




She did know why. Not that she believed any of it, of course. But she knew Laney's version, the one she had researched and convinced herself was real.




It was over two hundred years ago that Lizzy Palmer went looking for her husband in a snowstorm. Legend said that Harold had been in town getting supplies when his wife was overcome with an awful, persistent feeling that he may never return. Crazed, she went out into the storm to look for him. Lizzy never found Harold; instead, she got caught in the blizzard, sucked into one of the boggy marshes that surrounded her home and the nearby cemetery. She had been pulled under the freezing, murky water, her screams muffled by the storm.




Some versions of the story had Harold finding her in time. People said he just stood there, watching his wife sink below the swampy muck, watching as her mouth was filled with mud and cold water. Some say that's why she came back—to haunt him into insanity. Others say they have seen his ghostly lantern light, still out searching for the body of his lost wife.




Not that Cassie thought they would see anything. She and Laney hadn't last week, nor the week before that. The girls had spent most of their summer sitting in the cemetery. Even after school started, Laney still hadn't let it go. She was obsessed with the place—Gray Lady Cemetery. It had a real name, something registered in the town. Laney knew what it was, but everyone in school called it Gray Lady Cemetery because Lizzy Palmer, the Gray Lady, haunted it. She floated through, past her grave, in a blur of deathly gray. Supposedly.




Though on a night like tonight, the air hung with moisture, maybe Cassie and Laney did have a good shot at seeing something. Whatever misty occurrence happened to convince people that a ghost was hanging around, maybe the conditions were right for it tonight.




Their path ended abruptly at a small stone wall. The woods were riddled with them, old property markers back before the entire area became protected. Most were crumbling and low to the ground, but this one was higher and in better condition. It formed a rough square, enclosing the graveyard. Three sides of it cut through the woods, but just to Cassie's left, the stone wall butt up to a dirt road. The dirt of the road gleamed a cool silver, a ribbon winding its way through the night. She could see nothing else from that direction except a concentration of darkness—a hole of blackness punched through restless leaves. Cassie watched as Laney climbed over the wall, one foothold at a time, her backpack swaying.




The light was better in the small, square cemetery. A patch of sky, dark velvet with no stars, hung like a blank canvas above the swaying of the black trees that reached into it. The dry leaves rustled together on long limb branches. They fell in bursts as the wind rushed through, covering the top of the rock wall.




The grass in the cemetery was long and loose. It tickled the backs of Cassie's knees. The town maintained the graveyard—at least occasionally. It wasn't mowed; there were no neat rows of headstones or miniature flags poking from flower vases. There was only one intact headstone in the plot, the rest were crumbling limestone stubs, poking up through the dirt. Cassie stepped carefully, edging around the corners of pale stone that came tilting up through the earth. She knew from experience how easily those bits could catch her toes.




Cassie followed as Laney wove through the stones, knowing her route by heart. The grass that rose was beaten back by their sneakers. Laney dropped her bag and bent over it, pulling a dark blanket out. Silently handing two corners to Cassie, they stepped back from each other, spreading the blanket ten yards behind the Gray Lady's headstone.




"It's the perfect night for this," Laney said, her voice low as she sat down on one corner of the blanket. Excitement tinged her words, and Cassie thought she would have squeaked if she had allowed herself enough volume. But she wouldn't; she might scare the ghosts away. "The boys better get here soon."




It was the first time the boys had been allowed to join them in the cemetery. Ryan Buckner and Jon Sutkowski had teased the girls about their secret for so long, always bugging Cassie and Laney to let them join. Laney had been hesitant, this secret obsession of hers too sacred to share with others. She had invited them when the girls had gone to check out the remnants of an old, abandoned jailhouse that someone had told them about. They all had to trudge through the woods to get to that one, too. The boys always came with them at Halloween when they'd hit every haunted house and corn maze they could find. The four of them had been friends for years, but not nearly as long as Cassie and Laney had been.




Laney Blake was the first friend Cassie ever had. They were neighbors, playmates from the time their mothers had brought them to story hours together, back when they couldn't even spell their own names. They had countless rides on the bus, classes, sleepovers, and vacations together. Cassie and Laney were inseparable, and that was why Cassie was always asked to come along, begged to indulge the ghost chases and midnight hikes through the woods; Cassie couldn't say no.




There had been a time when Cassie was just as obsessed as Laney was; when the goblins and elves and ghosts were all real for her, too. But it had been a long time since she really believed any of it.




Part of her felt that these cemetery trips were a last ditch effort, one last strong pull by Laney to tug Cassie back into belief. Laney had researched and read and pestered the local librarians about the story surrounding Gray Lady Cemetery. She was firm in her conviction that this legend—finally, this—was the real thing. Laney was convinced that all she had to do was pick the right date and the right time, and so Cassie had been dragged out to the cemetery, time and time again, told forcefully to keep her voice down and all lights off, and made to wait.




"What time did you tell them?" Laney asked, a bit of anxiety leaching into her voice.




"Before midnight," Cassie answered. She pushed strands of her auburn hair from her face. Her fingers felt for the smooth case of her phone in her hoodie pocket. She hit the home button, lighting the screen, and was just able to glimpse the 11:42 on the screen before Laney slapped at her.




"No lights!"




Cassie rolled her eyes, though in the darkness, Laney couldn't see. She shifted on the blanket, stretching her legs out in front of her and brushing away the stray grass strand that stuck to her calf.




"So, what'd it say?" Laney asked, her voice quiet again. Cassie laughed.




"I thought you didn't want any lights."




"Well, it was already on," Laney argued, grinning as she knocked shoulders with Cassie. "So, what was it? It's midnight already, isn't it? They're gonna mess this up."




"No, they have fifteen minutes," Cassie said. "I thought you were sure it would be at one thirty, though?"




"Oh," Laney said, shrugging, "well, midnight or one thirty. There were conflicting articles. Someone thought midnight because that's when Lizzy first left her house, another guy thought later because that's when she would have been caught in the storm. I figured, why not both?"




Cassie hummed in response. She stifled a yawn and laid back on the blanket she shared with Laney, watching the dark sky. The ground was lumpy and uneven. Her body tilted toward her friend. Laney leaned back, her elbows bent to hold her torso up, her gaze fixed on the empty patch of grass surrounding the tombstone.




The air was heavy, saturated with the scents of wet grass and the pulp of crushed ferns. Crickets echoed across the space, trills of noise bouncing off the trees. Cassie twisted on the blanket and looked behind her, scanning the pale line of the dirt road as it vanished into the tunnel of darkness.




Ryan and Jon would be driving. Jon had snuck out with his dad's car. The dirt road that stretched behind the graveyard was terrible, filled with potholes and rivets that had been formed by bad weather and low maintenance; the girls should be able to hear the car before they even saw the headlights. Cassie lay back again, shifting a bit to get off a rock that lodged itself under her spine.




It was strange, Cassie would note later, that the first change she registered was the stiffening of her friend's spine, the jolting of Laney’s muscles as her shoulders locked, and the tightening of her neck. That is what first caught her attention, but it was the bobbing light in the tree line that drew her eye to the forest. Then her own muscles tightened as her lungs froze midbreath.




Laney jumped to her feet as Cassie skittered back, dragging the blanket beneath her until her fingers were digging into damp grass and dirt.




"What are you doing?" Cassie hissed as Laney took off toward the light. It was moving deeper into the woods.




"Get up! I'm not missing this!"




Cassie got to her feet. Laney was already halfway across the cemetery as Cassie rushed to reach her. The light was clearly moving, darting through the trees and bouncing up and down, as though someone was holding it. It wasn't a flashlight, not a cell phone either. It was a soft, orange glow. Even from here, Cassie could see that it was encased; the source of the light protected by metal and glass.




"It's not a ghost, Laney," Cassie whispered, completely sure, "It's not him, not Harold."




"A lantern, Cass?" Laney whispered back, hiking an insistent line after the light. They were closing in now, less than a football field away. "Out here? At midnight? We have to check it out."




"It could be a psycho, a mass murderer!" Cassie insisted, reaching out and tugging on Laney's arm. "It probably is. We should wait for the boys, at least."




Laney snorted, jerking her arm out of Cassie's grasp. She darted ahead, Cassie at her heels. They clambered over the stone wall together. A row of ferns spread from the moss covered rocks into the tree line. Laney jogged through, leaving a trampled path in her wake. The fronds were heavy with moisture, caressing Cassie's bare legs and leaving her shivering even in the unseasonable warmth.




"Laney, wait," Cassie begged in a whisper, but her friend darted ahead, the trees swallowing her. She lunged a bit, hissing when a low branch caught and scratched up her shin. She swiped her hand over the scratch, and her fingers came away warm and wet, the tips shiny black in the diffuse moonlight, coated lightly with her blood.




She cursed softly, jogging through the trees and trying to follow the sound of her friend ahead. Laney wasn't exactly stealthy, so it wasn't difficult, but it was hard to see her. That, combined with the night sounds of the woods—the crickets and owls, the bats that flew low through the branches, the rustling in the dead leaves all around her—made her feel more alone than she cared to be at the edge of a cemetery, at night, following a likely madman further into the woods.




The lantern was close now, the glow soft and yet reaching, illuminating the trunks of the trees and the darkened hand that held it aloft. It should be enough, seeing the outline of the fingers that grasped the handle. Laney should know from that that it wasn't a ghost. But she wasn't running back to the cemetery.




"Please, Laney," Cassie hissed, searching now past the trunks to see how far ahead her friend had gotten. She could still see the cemetery behind her, and she wasn't eager to lose sight of it for once. The cemetery was a point of reference, a way to get back home. She knew her path, and she knew the road; navigating the rest of the woods at night was not something in which she could claim confidence. She paused, listening now for Laney's crashing footsteps to indicate which direction she had gone, but it wasn't her footsteps she heard.




It was moaning. And, it wasn't Laney's voice.




The sound was low pitched and horrible. The crickets swelled around it. It didn't say anything, not at first, just squealed a deep note that reverberated through the trees before ending on a single word.




"Lizzy."




No. Cassie froze in shock and horror. No, it couldn't be.




The forest to her right seemed to tremble all at once, the ground stirring and the trees parting as a dark shadow flew toward her. Cassie screamed and stumbled back, her hands shooting up in front of her face. Dark arms clutched at her and dragged her into a solid chest as a voice whispered in her ear.




"Gotcha."




She froze, not in fear this time.




"You ass!" she hissed, struggling away from the laughing boy in front of her. He let her go easily enough, though she shoved him anyway. He stumbled back into a tree but didn't fall completely. A ripple of vindictive anger swirled through her at that.




"Cassie!" Laney's voice shouted from far away. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" There was some panic in her tone, which should have soothed Cassie a bit but it only angered her further.




"Fine!" Cassie gritted out, her voice carrying in the dark. "It was—”




Laney's scream cut her off. It was quickly followed by a bout of cursing and a loud thump.




"Serves you right, Jon!" Cassie yelled, having no doubt that it was Ryan's friend that was stalking about with the stupid lantern in the woods. Especially because it was Ryan still leaning into the tree and pinning her with a look that said he was only barely keeping himself from hysterical laughter at her expense, and only abstaining because he knew he'd get pushed again if he tried.




"You better not," she said, pointing at him menacingly. He raised his hands in mock compliance, a snigger escaping anyway. Cassie stepped forward and thumped his chest, annoyed when he didn't even flinch.




"Wow, poor sports!" Jon said, jogging up to them and ducking at the last minute under a branch. He was grinning like an idiot. "Just wanted to spice up the birthday girl's night a bit and wham! She hits me with a tree branch!"




"You don't look injured," Cassie muttered.




"Yeah, well, tried to hit me, I should have said."




"Stand still this time, and I won't have a problem," Laney griped, stomping up beside them. Jon laughed and dodged away, heading in a direct path toward the cemetery. "What time is it?"




Cassie pulled out her phone and lit the screen. Midnight. "Well, if she was going to come at midnight, we've scared her off." Laney huffed and followed the path of crushed saplings and the distant laughter of Jon.




As soon as he broke into the square cemetery, Jon shifted his attention to his surroundings. He paused in front of the Gray Lady's headstone and softened Laney by asking her questions about her favorite ghost. Laney gave in pretty easily, rolling her eyes, but joining him as he ran his fingers over the engraving. As she launched into the history, Ryan made himself comfortable on the blanket Laney brought, stretching out his lanky form and then shifting to the side when Cassie went to sit. He sat up straight when Cassie stretched her legs out.




"What's this?" he asked, bending close to Cassie's shin.




"Oh," Cassie murmured, remembering. "I got scratched chasing Laney into the woods. It's not bad."




"I've got a first-aid kit in the car," Ryan said, getting to his feet.




"It's not a big deal," Cassie called out, but Ryan was already jogging across the graveyard.




"Of course he does," Jon muttered, flopping down on the blanket as Ryan leaped the stone wall.




"Well, yeah," Laney agreed through a smirk, her tone low. She kicked Jon, and he moved over, making room for her on the blanket next to Cassie. "His girl Cassie might need it someday, so of course he'd have it."




"Bring back the drinks!" Jon called out, laying back and lacing his hands behind his head. Cassie stiffened, looking toward Ryan to see if he heard their friend's comments, but he only nodded before turning to be swallowed in the shadows of the empty street.




"You're not funny," Cassie muttered to her friends. Her neck felt hot, and she was grateful that in the moonlight no one would be able to tell. Jon sniggered but didn't try to catch her eye. It was an old joke between the four of them. A joke Cassie hated. "It's probably the one from his hiking pack. And lots of people keep first-aid kits in their cars. It's basic safety stuff."




"Sure," Jon agreed, shrugging. "First aid, tire iron, flares, romantic picnic for two."




"Spare engagement ring," Laney added. Jon cracked up laughing, and Laney shushed him, elbowing his side.




"What's so funny?" Ryan asked, jogging back up to the group. He handed a six pack of spiked lemonade to Jon. The hiss of a metal cap being twisted off cut through the still air of the cemetery.




"Nothing," Cassie answered. "Ignore them."




He shrugged and knelt down in front of her, opening a small white box. Cassie felt very warm. She wondered if Jon and Laney teased Ryan like they teased her. She hoped they didn't. He'd take it as encouragement and Cassie didn't want him to think she put their friends up to it.




"Here, scooch up a bit," Ryan said, his warm fingers circling her ankle and tugging. She moved to the edge of the blanket, and he lay her leg flat on the soft, long grass. He let her go to break the seal on a small bottle. "It'll probably sting a bit."




Cassie hummed her acknowledgment, watching the dark shadow of his movements. He poured a capful of hydrogen peroxide on her shin, and she hissed as her cut fizzed white.




"Baby," Laney whispered, nudging her.




"Shut up," Cassie returned weakly. Ryan's fingers were back on her skin, patting the area dry with a piece of gauze before pressing a Band-Aid over the scrape.




"All better," he said through a grin, settling back at her side and lying flat on the blanket. Cassie thanked him, but stayed upright, leaning into Laney. She pulled her legs to her chest and sipped at the spiked lemonade Jon handed over, letting the lukewarm drink sizzle down her throat. It didn't help the fluttering that had started in her stomach, but she knew from experience that not much would help that.




"How long were you guys out there?" Laney asked, her manner easing further with each sip of the lemonade.




"An hour, I guess," Jon answered, the bottle swinging from his fingertips, his arms resting on his knees. "But see? We saved the alcohol for you guys."




Cassie could feel the silent laughter shaking through Ryan. She turned to him, intending to glare, but hesitating at the sight of him. Ringed in moonlight, his color washed out and his features edged in silver, he seemed older, the lines of his face distinct and chiseled. He looked straight ahead, lines from laughter held back crinkling the corners of this eyes, his lip bit. The hair that fell just over his brow was shaking, outward evidence that he was ready to burst into laughter. Cassie felt a grin split her own lips, and she nudged him with her elbow. He caught her eye and lost it, laughing aloud.




"Oh, you are both so funny!" Laney said, turning to push Jon and reaching around Cassie to land a punch at Ryan. Cassie toppled, falling onto Ryan's chest. He was shaking with laughter, and she raised her arm, intending to punch his shoulder but he reacted quickly, putting his bottle to the side and pulling her firmly into his chest. She squirmed, and then howled with laughter when he flipped her on the blanket, digging his fingers into her belly in a merciless tickle.




"No fair!" she shrieked, batting his hands away.




"I was taught to never hit a girl," he retorted, still wiggling his fingers under her ribs. "This seemed like the fairest defense."




"Oh fine, you win!" Cassie exclaimed, breathless.




"Say we're hilarious!" Ryan taunted. Jon snorted as Laney muttered, "Get a room."




"You are." She breathed, giggling.




"Are what?"




"Freaking hilarious!" she huffed, squirming away from him. He let up with a smirk, sitting back and reaching for his bottle of lemonade. After Cassie had caught her breath and sat up, she found her own bottle had fallen, spilling the last of the beverage into the grass. She swiped Ryan's away from him, daring him with a look to argue with her. He gave in with a grin, leaning back and staring through the canopy of trees to the dark sky.




"So how long do we wait this out?" Jon asked finishing his drink and putting the empty bottle back in the cardboard holder.




"If nothing shows by one thirty, we're out of here," Laney answered, staring past the gravestone.




"Have you ever seen anything out here?" Jon asked, twisting the cap off another bottle. Laney shook her head.




"I can't find conclusive data for when exactly she died. There are lots of conflicting stories, so I've been trying out different dates and times."




"And that will make the difference?" Ryan asked, gesturing for Jon to pass him another drink. "The exact time?"




Laney shrugged. She didn't know. At this point, Cassie wished the stupid ghost would just show up already. She didn't mind the occasional ghost hunt, haunted houses, or hayrides, but part of her wanted to go back to the way things used to be. She wanted to go to the movies and sleepover at Laney's without having to make sure she brought her hiking boots and a flashlight. Laney had become so obsessed over this one legend that Cassie couldn't be sure this wouldn't continue into the winter. And as much as she loved her friend, trudging through the ice and snow just to freeze in a cemetery overnight might just be where Cassie would have to draw the line.




Ryan's lemonade was warm as it slid down her throat. Her friends were pressed tight together on the blanket. Cassie was glad Laney invited the boys tonight. The summer had brought Cassie and Ryan indescribably closer. They had all been spending more and more time together, but Cassie and Ryan had been breaking off more often to spend time alone. That was something they had never done before. Over the years, the buffer of other people had always been there. It was nice, spending time alone. He had been planning for ages to hike the Appalachian Trail. It cut through part of their town before continuing both north and south in a trail that covered over two thousand miles. This summer he had started tackling it in pieces, every part of it they could drive to, and Cassie had joined him. Without the distractions of the others, Cassie could see just how much she and Ryan had in common, how well they got along. They fit together so nicely, had a similar sense of humor, and loved horror films.




Laney had been teasing her over how close they had gotten. Even Jon coughed up the occasional suggestive remark, but Ryan either seemed not to notice or was not affected by it. Cassie didn't know what to make of that. He wasn't asking her out. That she did know.




The night wore on nicely, though. Cassie was warm, pressed to Ryan’s side. He had finished his second drink and then laid back, stretching his arm out, and smiling at her in invitation. She lay back on his outstretched arm, using the crook of his shoulder as a pillow. He squeezed her slightly and then let his hand fall innocently to her side. They listened quietly as Jon and Laney played seven degrees of separation with their classmates.




"Jim Stevens is cousin to May what’s-her-name—"




"Cheater! You need their full names or it doesn't count."




"Struthers," Ryan interjected, and Jon smirked.




"May Struthers! Who went out with Bill Wainsworth—"




"Isn't that her cousin, too?" Cassie asked, and she could feel Ryan shake with laughter underneath her cheek.




"Eugh, I hope not," Laney said. "I saw them making out in the stairwell that one time."




They all groaned and laughed, Jon finally stuttering his way to connecting Jim Stevens with Laney herself. It continued until Laney connected Cassie with Ryan, which included mention of a brief and awkward romance with Jon in seventh grade.




"Seventh grade is the year that never counted!" Cassie said, her face heating whenever Laney brought up that brief part of her history.




"Oh, nice," Jon said. "So going out with me equals erasing an entire year from existence?"




The relationship in question had lasted exactly one week and included two pecks on the cheek and five separate handholding episodes. "No, really," he continued, pressing now. "How much time do we erase for Jeff?"




Cassie felt her blush flood her face, and she gritted her teeth, sitting up. "At least a year for him, too," she said with a shrug. Her first real boyfriend had only met her friends a handful of times, the whole thing collapsing after a month.




"Well, at least you rate as high as Jeff," Laney said with a conciliatory pat on Jon's knee.




"I feel better then," he said with a grin. "Makes me wonder about your recent dry spell though, Cass. Afraid of losing any more time, huh?"




"You two worry about your own love lives!" Cassie exclaimed, lying back down on the blanket. Ryan had been quiet through the teasing, but she was glad to find his arm waiting for her. She pressed close to him; it helped with the embarrassment to have somewhere safe to hide.




"I'm not worried," Jon answered breezily. "Samantha Collins is in love with me."




Laney snorted. "Right, because she's ever even spoken to you?"




"It's all changing this year. We have art together. I predict we'll be together by the end of homecoming."




"You have lofty goals, my friend," Ryan said, laughing.




"I don't need a love life," Laney said, sitting up straight. "I'm gonna find a ghost by the end of this year, so help me."




"How romantic," Cassie quipped.




"Look who's talking! What are your plans for this weekend? Babysitting? You wait until you're chopped up and murdered because you spent all your free nights babysitting," Laney exclaimed, firing back at Cassie.




"You know that just because I babysit doesn't mean that some psycho will try to murder me. That's really just in the movies. You know that, don't you?"




"I know that all urban legends have to start somewhere," Laney retorted. "Do you really think that out of all the mental hospitals in all the country, there's never been an escapee?"




"Are you trying to tell us the movie Halloween is based off a true story?" Ryan teased.




"No, but Texas Chainsaw was," Laney retorted.




"Loosely," Ryan said, catching Cassie's eye and shaking his head. It was hard to see much of anything, but Cassie's eyes had adjusted well by now, and she could make out the quirk in Ryan's smile. She grinned back before hiding her smile against his chest.




"Did you know that they've dug up coffins with scratches on the inside? People were buried alive and then woke up down there. That's why it's called a wake when someone kicks it. It's to see if the person actually wakes up."




"You are seriously creepy," Cassie said.




"Which is, of course, why we love you," Jon added with a yawn. "You almost ready to give up on the Gray Lady?"




"Oh, I guess," Laney answered through a sigh. She pulled out her own phone and checked the time. "Stupid ghost."




"Doesn't she know it's your birthday?" Jon asked. Ryan hopped to his feet and offered a hand to Cassie. She took it, and he hauled her up to stand.




"Thanks for those," Cassie motioned to the empty bottles. Ryan shrugged.




"You guys are driving us home, right?" Laney asked, stuffing her blanket into her backpack and hauling it over her shoulder. They agreed, of course, and as a group, they climbed over the low stone wall that separated the graveyard from the road.




"Hey, wait," Cassie called out, the last to stumble over the rocks. She had almost tripped, the toe of her shoe catching between two stones, and when she looked down, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it.




Light.




"You forgot your lantern."




It was strange, though. It hung, not on the ground but as though Jon had hooked it on a low branch. Cassie stared into the woods, squinting into the darkness. The soft orange glow seemed to suck the rest of the light out of the air, as though from the very moon itself. The trees were black voids in the dusky night. The lantern bobbed softly, though the wind had died—or at least the wind felt still where Cassie was standing. Somewhere the wind must have been pushing through the trees because a noise, low like a whisper, hissed from the forest. The sound was indecipherable. If Cassie didn't know better, she would have sworn it spoke to her.




Go now. Go.




"I have it here," Jon answered, and Cassie whipped her head around to look at him. There was a click, and he swung the glass-encased light up. She winced away from the glare.




When she looked back, the orange glow was gone.




"We should go now," Laney said, her voice soft.




***




What was strange was that it wasn't the glow she'd remember. Not the light or the way it seemed to bob in the non-existent wind, not even the distant breeze that mimicked a whisper. It was the feeling that would plague her. Something indescribable. The way the wind seemed to die down around them and yet whipped through the trees, the way the leaves flipped over on themselves, something in the quality of the darkness that shifted and thickened. It floated around them, around her, like a cloak, heavy and oppressive. If the others noticed, they never said.






E.M. Fitch is an author who loves scary stories, chocolate, and tall trees. When not dreaming up new ways to torture characters, she is usually corralling her four children or thinking of ways to tire them out so she can get an hour of peace at night. She lives in Connecticut, surrounded by chaos, which she manages (somewhat successfully) with her husband, Marc.




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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Book Blast: "The Curly Wolf," by Michael Kayser

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The settlers in the Redbud Valley are peaceable, God-fearing folk who try to follow the golden rule, but they've been pushed too far by the mayor of Blue Stone, who wants their land and seemingly has the law on his side. Just as the nesters are banding together to resist the land grab, Blue Stone's newest deputy rides through their valley. Before they realize the sleepy-eyed youngster called Arizona is a veteran gunfighter hired to bulldoze them off their claims, he has already broken bread with them, danced with their daughters…and stolen the heart of one.

Young Theresa Gutierrez believes Arizona is more than a curly wolf with quick trigger fingers and a stone-cold heart, but her parents and neighbors have good reason to believe otherwise. What everyone agrees upon is that, in the brewing range war, the Arizona Kid is liable to be right smack in the midst of the killing.

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About the Author
M.R. Kayser grew up in the West -- first in the frontier-like wilds of Alaska, then the rugged deserts of New Mexico, where western culture and folklore made an impression that lasts to this day. He's been a soldier, a filmmaker, a hot-rodder and an all-around social misfit, but has always had stories to tell -- whether of the old West; the present day; or of distant galaxies and alien dimensions.